#me: im gonna try to cut my post size back

[signed-loni]

‼️MINORS DNI⚠️

Heeheehee

Regarding my post earlier..HERES THE FNAF SMUT

Things to know: HUMAN AU!!!!this is NSFW!!! Reader is submissive and a afab. There will b oral (reader receiving, Freddys part) creampie, (monty and freddy) roughness, degrading, blowjob,riding (montys part)(monty and freddy have a size kink. IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN-) WOW THATS A LOT..

ALSO!! These are gonna be they’re own stories. So no head canons. Also, WERE GETTING STRAIGHT TO THE POINT SO-

Nicknames: superstar, my love, slut, rockstar, whore, honey, baby, bitch

Freddy fazbear

You whined and moaned as the one and only freddy fazbear lapped endlessly at your folds. Hitting the best spots inside of you with his tongue, just to circle back to your clit. All the meanwhile pumping himself with his fist. You grabbed his hair and pushed down as you felt a coil in your stomach ready to burst any second, when he stopped.

You whined feeling the cold air from his room hit your cunt. “Freddyyyy!” Your whines were cut short when freddy locked his lips with yours, letting you taste yourself. Whilst making out with you, he ran his long shaft across your folds, making you moan and wriggle under him. He always felt so powerful when he was above you, you were so small compared to him, and he knew he could easily rip you in half with his cock. He never intends to though, unless you want him to of course.

He propped himself right outside your entrance, than looked up at you, eyes searching for consent before he went in. “Is this okay, superstar?” He asked “please..please freddy i need you in me.” With that, he slowly pushed in, careful not to hurt you. He heard your whines and mewls, already so fucked out for him and you’ve barely even started. He pushed in more, almost half way when tears threatened to spill. He stopped and said “are you okay, my love? We can stop at anytime if you wish” you moaned again, “its okay, freddy, please keep going” he pushed himself further in, and in a few seconds, he bottomed out, leaving you completely full, and a bulge in your stomach.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you adjust to him, which was MUCH appreciated. Once he got the green light to move, he started his slow, steady thrusts. Making sure to not cause much pain. He heard you moans and whines and quickly locked lips with you again, moaning into the kiss himself, goddamn you were tight! He picked up the pace a bit, making you cry out with pleasure.

He was now slamming into you, thrusts sloppy and messy, wet kisses being placed everywhere. “Youre doing so well for me, superstar” Now, Freddy’s greedily chasing his own orgasm. The lewd sounds of your pussy squeezing him and his dick ramming into you were music to his ears. You felt the familiar coil building up in your stomach. Shouts of “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!!” Filled the room, and just like that, you came undone under him. Your walls squeezed and loosened around him, making him cry out. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh !” Following with milky white streams painting your walls.

Freddy and you slumped on his bed, him on top of you. He rubbed your stomach where the bulge was and kissed your neck, softly. “Are you okay superstar?” He asked, voice low and raspy, but filled with empathy. He removed his dick from inside you and watched the cum leak out, pushing it back in with his fingers. He stood up and went to the bathroom, running a hot bath for the two of you. He picked you up and put you on his lap, soothed by the water on his aching muscles. You sunk into him, fucked out. “I love you, superstar.” You turned around to face him, kissing his forehead. “I love you to, freddy”

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Montgomery Gator

Monty gripped your hair as tight as he could, hearing your muffled sounds of you trying to take him in. “Thats my good slut, such a fucking whore for this cock, huh?” He moaned and growled, which made your core ache for some friction, rubbing your thighs together. Monty took a mental note for that, when you licked a long stripe up from under his shaft, right where that one specific vein was. He tried hard not to grab your head and just lose whatever restraint he had.

You were trying to keep a pace, not fast enough to hurt, but not slow enough to make monty fall asleep. That would be embarrassing…Anyhoo!

Monty was trying not to lose all self control, if he still had some, but the way you bobbed your head, clearly knowing he was holding back, even if it was slightly, he couldn’t help but grab your head and start violently fucking your mouth. Making you gag and moan on his long shaft only make him even more riled up.

You hallowed your cheeks while monty brutally fucked your mouth dry. Pulling your hair, growling so your other bandmates in the other room could definitely hear you. His bass and your drumsticks somewhere on the ground, your black and lavender band jacket somewhere tossed onto the floor also.

Monty thrusted one, two, three times, and completely released all of his seed into your mouth. Painting it a pretty white, leaving your core dripping and aching for something, anything.

Monty has fucking STAMINA. And what i mean is, he could last all night just doing this and fucking you without getting tired if he wanted to. He knew you ached for something, and what kind of boyfriend and coworker would he be if he left it to yourself to get that oh so-needed-friction?

Monty picked you up and placed you right onto his already hard cock, he wasn’t going to leave it entirely up to you to get the pleasure you wanted, but you were going to still have to work.

He sat you on his dick, and looked at you expectantly. “Whatcha waitin for rockstar? Get to ridin. I bet you want this cock in you, moaning like a bitch in heat while i fucked your face. Come on, i know ya want to.” And just like that, you started riding him. Definitely not sensual, though. You were shaking, trembling even for his dick. You got straight to work, making sure to pleasure not only yourself, but him to.

Your tits bouncing in his face, all the while your mumbling and moaning on his shaft, chasing your orgasm as the coil in your stomach tightened. Reaching your hand down to circle your clit. “Ah -fuck- look at you, trying so desperately to -mngh- get that oh so wanted orgasm of yours.” Monty leaned into your ear, voice low and raspy, he said “go ahead rockstar*pant* you earned it.” And with that, you rode him until all you could see was stars. “Fuck! Monty oh my god!!” “Shitshitshit, I’m gonna come” monty roared “come with me, baby. Come on i know you can do it, you’ve done it so many other times, i know how much you love this cock, so come with me”

Only a few more thrusts up from him and a few bounces from you, and you both came at the same time. You collapsed onto monty, breathing heavy and trembling. Monty picked you up, dick still inside you, and walked to get some tissues. Carefully, he set you back down on his bed, cleaning you and himself up with the tissues he brought back. Walking away for a second to bring you and him comfy clothes to sleep in. Putting them on himself and you. Putting you on his chest while he listened for you breathing, you listening for his to.

You looked up to monty, and lovingly sighed at him. “Thank you, monty. I love you” you said “I love you to, rockstar. And anytime, ya know i love yer pussy.” You tiredly chuckled and fell asleep on his chest, feeling happy and full.

#fnaf smut #fnaf security breach #fnaf #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy smut #mongomery gator #montgomery gator x reader #monty gator #montgomery gator smut #montgomery #montgmery gator x reader smut

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: Wormdebut! Wormdebut has published 18 fics on AO3 all in the steddie tag!

@thefreakandthehair recommends the following works by @wormdebut:

Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face)

Hell Bent For Leather

All You Have Is Your Fire

It Feels Like Fourteen Carats But No Clarity (When I Look At The Man Who Would Be King)

Worm is incredible! For a humble worm, they sure know how to write fanfiction. ;) But seriously, Worm has a way of exploring different dynamics in such depth with an immense amount of care that's so obvious in the finish products! -- @thefreakandthehair

Below the cut, Wormdebut answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

These two idiots inspire me. I mean look at them. I think the thing I love about Steve and Eddie is that to me they are destined to be together. Post-Canon, Alternate Universe. It doesn’t matter. They are meant to be together in any scenario. I could and will write about these two forever.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Rockstar Eddie, baby. I love some good sex, drugs and rock and roll.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Is safe (mostly)sane and consensual BDSM a trope? I like to write that. 😂

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Tuesday’s Gone With The Wind - Thisapplepielife there is nothing quite like reading this for the first time. I truly thought I was going to explode as it was being updated.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Omegaverse! I have a fic in the worm vault that will come out eventually. Wormegaverse. It’s coming. I’m fucking stoked for it.

What is your writing process like?

Hoooboy. It’s a mess. I cannot write an outline to save my life. (I’m looking at you King of Hell Eddie fic. I know you need an outline okay?) I tend to write in order, but if I get stuck I will skip a scene or two ahead so I can figure out how to squish two pieces of a story together OR I will write little notes about my intentions and skip it and come back. (My favorite note of all time is when I wrote “spit kink shit.” So I could remember my very pure intentions)

Do you have any writing quirks?

Boy do I! I tend to go into like writing fugue states where I will just bust out thousands of words in a sitting and if I am not doing that I am thinking and over thinking about when im gonna fugue out again. I also get really stressed when it actually comes time to write a sex scene? Weird, I know. But every single one is super important to me and I want to make sure they read well. My friends can attest that I am an absolute basket case when it comes to me writing Steve and Eddie getting down and dirty.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

God when I’m done. I am NOT great at posting chaptered fics but I am trying to get better with it? I prefer writing larger pieces though. I am an over-thinker to a fault and for some reason I stress less with one-shots.

Which fic are you most proud of?

It’s gotta be Kiss Your Knuckles. That fic is everything to me. But my Boys Who Kiss series is also so fucking important to me. Those two have so much more to tell y’all and I can’t wait to share their lives with you. I’m a musician so any of my fics that are heavily laced with performance and song are very special.

How did you get the idea for Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face)?

I remember listening to Twin Size Mattress one day and I was like—Holy Shit, this is so Steddie-Coded it hurts. And it’s post-canon AND Rockstar Eddie? Incredible. The words just screamed Eddie Behavior and I knew Steve had to write a one-hit wonder about how he felt.

When writing Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face), what was something you didn’t expect?

Oh I sobbed when I finished it. I couldn’t believe that I had actually finished it. It truly means the world to me and I wanted to share it with you all so badly. I cried for like an hour.

What inspired It Feels Like Fourteen Carats But No Clarity (When I Look At The Man Who Would Be King)?

Honestly? Tumblr user @ghosttotheparty had made a post about the scenario that Fourteen Carats is about and I messaged them and was like hey listen I want to take a shot at this, if that’s okay. Fourteen Carats is the first fully formed fic that I have ever posted aside from tumblr Drabbles and while I personally don’t love it I keep it up just in case someone somewhere does. 😂

What was your favorite part to write from All You Have Is Your Fire?

OH. Absolutely just eluding to Tattoo Legend and Icon, Jim Hopper. God he so fucking hot neat.

How do/did you feel writing Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back?

I felt some type of a way, clearly. I think this is my favorite Eddie that I have ever written (My favorite Steve is Kiss Your Knuckles Steve) and he just kept getting more and more interesting. Like who the hell fucks you and speaks French while they do it? Tell Eddie Eddie does. And thank god for that guy.

What was the most difficult part of writing Hellbent For Leather?

Writing sub/bottom Eddie! I did this fic as a gift for tumblr user @gorgeousgreymatter-x (love you bitch) and it was hard because I don’t often write that dynamic, but god damn I loved these two Steddies.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Ah— “It is, and I do.” Something about French chef Eddie, really—yeah. I am proud of everything I have written but if I can be honest with you I rarely remember what I have done. I often joke that it’s simply Steve and Eddie in my brain just writing what they want, because people will quote my work or talk to me about a scene and I’m like—‘I wrote that?? Nice.’

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

WELL. Once I can break myself out of this accidental hiatus I am so excited to share more of For Your Entertainment with yall. I am also so fucking excited to share King Of Hell Eddie with the world. I can’t fucking wait. I am working on a ‘Came Back Wrong’ fic that is less scary and more comedic and I am stoked for that. I have quite a few things that are happening and I am just so fucking excited to share them all with you. 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just thank you. Thank you for reading and thanks for letting me be a part of all of this. I have not felt this inspired and loved in a long fucking time and I’m not going anywhere so I hope yall will stick around for the wild ride. Fucking love you.

Thank you to our author, Wormdebut, and our nominator, @thefreakandthehair! See more of Wormdebut's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#writer's spotlight #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddie writers #writer's wednesday

[cupidtxt]

whats morison's story? im new here and intruiged

oh let me go crazy with him I . ok.

before i do start though i do want to iterate i WILL be talking about my "canon" version of morrison as thats what im gonna assume you mean. however i have been posting my au morrison recently so if you want that story uhm. you may have to pry it out of me its Really self indulgent. but you Might.

(all under the cut if you dont want to read through all my Shenanigans)

ok so. morrison is a monster Thang who was not always a monster. that also means there are Other monsters and also magic so thats important to note

morrison, as a child, was raised by his family for a good bit of his life. he was well off and happy, though as he got a bit older his parents left for more and more things, leaving him alone for longer periods of time. at some point he causes such a mess while theyre gone that they decide to hire a sitter.

said sitter was Not a good person. she was a practicing magic user at the time and used morrison as part of her 'practice' (she used him as a human target, though thankfully nothing was enough to leave permanent damage). his parents didn't really believe him when he told them bc they knew he was played rough and bruised himself before, plus the sitter would act all nice and behaved when they came back so it OBVIOUSLY couldn't be her.

it did all come to a head when she decided to get ambitious and try a form changing spell on him. one thing leads to another and morrison is now. The Beast. but obv child sized beast bc he Was A Child when he got blasted by the beast beam. hes sobbing and trying to walk on new legs and the sitter does feel a little bad but after having to deal with her for so long he just gets fed up and runs away. this is the last time he sees his family.

years go by (he's a young adult now) and he's living off whatever he can find in garbage and just lying around. hes constantly on the move, scared that if someone sees a monster they'll try and kill him. he settles into one backyard for the night, hoping he's hidden away, but a young girl finds him as shes playing outside. instead of violence, she offers him kindness and some proper food. her parents come out to find her and they also don't try to kill him and instead allow him to stay until he feels he needs to leave (on the condition he doesn't leave the property which he agrees to). for a while everything is good and he finally feels like he has a place again.

but UH OH something has to get fucked up. while hes playing with the young girl she gets injured and the parents run out and immediately assume it was him. they grab whatever they can to attack him and grab a nasty looking garden tool that manages to gouge his eye out, giving him his scar. he runs away in a panic and is back to scavenging for whatever he can find.

a few more years pass by (he's an adult now) eventually he just. gets So tired. he stumbles into a snowy forest and collapses against the trunk of one of them, ready to just. give up. but thats when Owl (another oc of mine) finds him and offers him a second (though to be fair its' probably more like third) chance of comfort :)

thats about it for all his major plot stuff, but if you'd like me to go into him and Owl's relationship and story i would be more than hapy to :D

#puppytxt #ask #answer #buddyfrjend #oc #my oc #oc:morrison #sorry if this is long i have had him since middle school and while there are Definetely plot holes i love the story as it is

[princemick]

sorry for sending this so late after the original ask, but abt the gif process explanation, yes pls!

ofcourse anon!! Ive done some before but it's been a while since I've done a full explenation sooo

KYLE PRINCEMICK'S 2023 BASIC GIFMAKING PROCESS!!

I'm going to explain it all below the tab. I wont go into graphics or colouring I'm just gonna explain how I get to a basic gif like this

and I'm going to break it up into 4 parts:

recording and import

timing

sharpening and size

export

if you follow this it will give you a basic gif to which you can add whatever you want.

I'm going to be using photoshop, OBS and video timeline for this.

1. RECORDING AND IMPORT

so, for recording I use OBS, it's an incredibly useful recording program and my favorite part is that it can record 60 fps which gives me reaally smooth gifs with a lot of frames. here are my personal obs settings.

now you can put your fps down to about 50 without a lot of quality loss if you need to.

then the import

to import to timeline you just drag your video right into photoshop. your workspace should look like this after you do.

to be able to gif you need a videotimeline obviously for that you just go

window -> timeline

when you do that this should pop up and you can just drag that to the bottom of your workspace and it will just snap right into there

2. TIMING

now for timing a lot comes down to what you personally like.

for basic ruules, 25 frames is about one second and the longer and more frames you make it, the heavier your gif will be. I personally keep my gifs to about 60 frames.

you can see how long your gif is with the little timer at the bottom (the 0:00:02:00)

I try not to make my gifs longer then 120 because then the quality will just be horrible and the gifs will be to heavy.

another important thing is how quick you want it to be. because obs records in 60 fps it records it really quick. if you dont change anything and export now this is what your gif will look like

which hey if you like that great, I dont. I like my gifs a lot slower which also makes them smoother and a lot less heavy.

you can change that by clicking on the little play bottom on your video

when you click on that you see this, the 'speed' is where you can obviously, change the sped.

I personally like my speed at 50 which makes the gif look like this instead:

when you do slow down the gif you might notice that the part you wanted to gif is gone, just drag the blue timeline out again because we slowed it down so you need to drag the whole video back out again.

now I like to make my timeline a little shorter and cut out the parts I dont need which again you can do by grabbing the sides of the timeline and move them around

now for my one gif this is what my timeline looks like !

then lasty of this part we're gonna go into

filter -> convert to smart object. now your timeline will turn purple, this is good!

3. SHARPENING AND SIZE

NOW, for sizing, tumblr has rules, the good part. photoshop has these sizes as presets, ig you go into the little sizing icon which looks like this

you have a little tab up in your work space where you have presets.

all of them can obviously be posted BUT tumblr prefers and will make the gifs look the best if you use 5:7 or 1:1

I like using 5:7, for this gif im gonna use 5:7 and add it horizontally, this is what cutting looks like and you can just click enter and it will cut

because you converted it into a smart object you can still move it around in your 5:7 border.

now, tumblr doesnt like gifs that are to big so, you can go into

image -> image size

and there you see this

tumblr prefers gifs that are 700 by 500 so you just write that make sure that little link thingy looks like this

and NOT this

because that little thing makes sure the size stays linked and then you can just change it to 700 by 500

now that your gif is the right size we're going to make it a lot better quality by sharpening you do this by going to

filter -> sharpen -> smart sharpen

everyone has their own preferences and style when it comes to sharpening but I like to use these two

now your video layer should look like this

and your gif should be all nice and crispy! like this:

4. EXPORT

and last but not least, exporting!

you export gifs by going to

file -> export -> save for web legacy

OR you can go alt + cytl + shift + s

when you do that a window pops up and its all about your own settings but these are the ones I use!

you can play around with a lot of the settings until its something you personally like. always remember to click on the little play on the bottom right to check if there are not mistakes in your movement and gif!

and then when you click on save your gif is done!!

that's my basic process from this point I go on to do everything else, I add colouring or text or a overlays, whatever I feel like but this is always the basics!

I hope this was clear and helped yall, I'd love to hear if it helped yall and have fun giffing!!

dont be scared to ask about anything about this process or any of my other process that I do!

#kyle.answers #design.stuff

[hollowslantern]

I think the worst thing about cloudy with a chance of improvement (just watched it) (didnt like it) is how much they cut the motorcycle stuff. for the purpose of this post im just going to call the original one Murder and the remake Improvement. at the beginning of the episode (both of them iirc) shawn does say that his motorcycle was impounded but that's the only mention of it in improvement where it was a whole Thing in murder and was actually the source of 2 of my favorite bits those being

1: the reveal that Henry was the one who tipped off the meter maids and got shawns motorcycle impounded in the first place which was a total dick move and he did it because he was scared. in the second episode of the series (murder is the 12th), shawn gets run off the road and injured while on his motorcycle, and this gets brought up when they argue about it. thank you LiveJournal transcript:

(shawn for sizing)

this to me is such important insight into their relationship and into Henry's feelings towards shawn. what seems to be Henry being a hardass as usual and enforcing consequences for shawn isn't actually about shawns shitty parking job- it's about Henry being worried. shawn getting into that crash scared the hell out of him, and instead of trying to talk to him about it, he goes behind shawns back and gets his motorcycle taken away. it's a shitty, overbearing, underhanded move, and Henry does it because shawn being hurt like that is unendurable. he does it because he doesnt know how to communicate, and hes kind of an asshole, and not cut out to be a single father, and he loves shawn more than anything.

and 2: lassie being the one who gets shawns motorcycle back. at the end of murder everyone (shawn, shawns client, henry) are all ready to bid on shawns motorcycle to get it back to him and theyre then told that it was "taken care of internally", and was pulled from auction and is all shawns again. it's all but stated that lassie was the one who did this, but doesn't want anyone to know it was him.

this also gets cut entirely in improvement and its such a shame in my opinion... not gonna give this one an essay of its own, I think it speaks for itself well enough, I just like this little moment of lassie being nice to shawn as secretly as he possibly can. you like him🫵☺️

#psych

[rachiecrown]

OOOOHHH MY GOD LMAO I JUST SAW THE ETHO BDUBS MAGICAL GIRL AU AND IM OBSESSEDDDDD AAAAHHHHH do u have any ideas for potential other magical girls??? or who bdubs was aiming for???????? what are the rules in this universe for being a magical girl?? what exactly do they fight??? PLSPLS AAAAAAAAAAA

/pos

GRGEGAGGEHE YYAYYDYAYA YIPPEE YIPPEE /vpos

^ My first reaction to your ask btw

This is gonna be a long-ish post!!

Okay okay okay so,, as I said before, metropolitan setting, big city, yada yada,

Here's what they fight first!!

In the Etho drawing, in the bottom right corner, BDubs is yelling about fighting monsters... The monsters are kinda like, big, almost shadowy kinda blobby things. Idk how to describe it so I did a really lazy drawing

(ik it's bad don't come at me ty)

So like these things are called Grief Monsters, they're formed from large concentrations of negative emotion in one area. They can range anywhere from the size of a large person to a small building. Bigger ones are super rare tho.

In order to defeat one, a Magical will have to use an attack which usually draws from positive energy. Depending on how determined they are, they can usually beat the monster in one blow, but it will probably take a little bit of time to charge up after transforming.

Most people can't usually see the monster. It will continue to feast on negativity and grow, then eventually bring the energy back to some sort of realm of darkness. Either Familiars, Magicals or people with potential to become Magicals can see them.

In order to become a magical girl, or just Magical, in this AU, (idk I was saying magical girl just to be silly lol but officially in the AU they're called Magicals), something called a Familiar will have to form a bond with them.

Familiars have a special magic that allows both them and their Magical to gain a second form, being a human form for the Familiar and a magical girl(?) form for the Magical.

Usually the magic potential is stronger if the Familiar and Magical's energies align, which I based off of Double Life soul bonds!

This leads up to Etho and BDubs creating their bond! Etho really just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time during a Grief Monster's harvest, (which I need to mention, Grief Monsters will try to eat unbound Familiars) and ended up having to protect a very loud and stressed strange little moss creature.. being BDubs.

BDubs kinda pushed the bond onto Etho, since Etho had Magical potential and the two of them were in a stressful situation, but turns out, whoopsie! Their energies didn't really align correctly! Turns out BDubs got the wrong guy!

Regardless, BDubs gets his human form and protection from the monster while Etho gets his Magical form, some powers, and a pretty dress.

Because of how the energies pair based on Double Life, BDubs should've aimed for Impulse.. Etho would've eventually gotten Joel as a Familiar if things happened differently. (BDubs and Joel will argue about this later with a very confused Etho in the background... Cut to Impulse out and about living his best life)

Here's some other duos I've made in the AU!

Jimmy and Tango - These two have been around for a little while! Tango's the Magical while Jimmy's the familiar, and they're kinda the laughing stocks of the magical community due to how bad they actually are at fighting monsters.

Martyn and Ren - Martyn's the Magical and Ren's the Familiar. These two have been around a little longer than Timmy and Tango. Martyn was once paired with another Familiar, but she left after their bond failed.

Scott and Cleo - Scott's been around a little longer than Cleo, but they created a magic bond a few days after meeting. Scott's the Magical while Cleo's the Familiar.

Joel and Lizzie - Magical Lizzie and Familiar Joel! These two came after Etho and BDubs, since Joel was pushed away by BDubs being territorial, so he kinda just ended up sticking with the pink haired girl who seems to be perpetually confused

Scar and Grian - Magical Grian and Familiar Scar didn't make a bond until really really late. Grian was on the scene for a long time before meeting Scar, and their bond formed maybe a day or two before BDubs and Etho meet. These two are the main villains of the AU. Teehee

ANYWAYSSS IM SO HAPPY I COULD SHARE THIS YAYAYA

TYSM FOR ASKING YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY YIPPEEE

Again if anyone has more questions my inbox is wide open! I'm working on some designs right now so those should be posted soon enough :D

#Magical Familiars AU #YIPPEEE IM SO HAPPYYYY #im not tagging all those characters lol #TYSM FIR THE ASK #YAYAYAYAYYA #JOY #Hermitcraft #teehee #Ask box is WIIIIIDE open #i promise im sane i swear

[sandradoodles]

ummm im gonna go again and say post-apocalyptic bug nonsense 👀

So it’s definitely not a fic as much as it is 3k words of notes for a POSSIBLE fic (that also sometimes turn into real scenes) IDK the way I write my ideas looks more like a pitch for someone else to write them HAHA.

CHAPTER ONE or something It begins with Ladybug and Chat Noir bursting into Monarch's lair to take him down. The battle quickly moves outside, in full view of Parisian news crews. Ladybug calls out Monarch's identity, Chat Noir somehow gives himself away as Adrien (a fact previously unknown to either other party), and Father-of-the-Year uses his go-to move of "I could akumatize my son over this", only for Ladybug to LEAP TO CHAT'S/ADRIEN'S RESCUE and end up akumatized herself. AkumaBug wipes out Monarch immediately--bye bye, little butterfly. Some other things happen. AkumaBug leaves the city and tries to isolate herself in a rural area of Europe in an attempt to save the world from herself. This isn't where the story actually starts because I like telling things out of order.

The actual start to the story is when a some-months-previous Ladybug is grabbed by a mysterious bunny-Miraculous holder and unceremoniously dumped in the future. She finds Paris in a desolate, post-apocalyptic state (dark skies, empty streets, partially-destroyed buildings) and immediately gets attacked by a halfway feral Chat Noir. 

The plot has more holes than swiss cheese but it’s just for me and just for vibes really so it’s FINE. It’s also got a lot more angst than things I actually finish and put out there for consumption. There is a lot of Chat blaming himself; AkumaBug being a terrifying kaiju-sized force of corrupted creation, trying and failing to keep herself dormant; Marinette Feeling the Pressure of having to resolve this situation somehow while keeping her identity a secret; Adrien not bothering to keep his identity a secret at all because he is Consumed with Guilt and Doesn’t Care; Marichat falling into a beautiful supportive hopeful absolving love that is doomed to be cut short as soon as they save the world because she’ll have to go back to her own time...

Y’KNOW........ POST-APOCALYPTIC BUG NONSENSE.

(WIP GAME)

#ask #redundant-lava #I dunno what to say for myself about this one #it's not super on-brand for me but #sometimes you just gotta indulge in post-apocalyptic nonsense #wip game

[mjrpts]

Incubus Megan x Fem!Reader

Additional tags- breeding praising pussy eating squirting cervex fucking cervex kissing dark themes

A/N- first post kinda nervous TEHEHEHEH but I hope y’all like it. My editor is - @enmuswife3 and google docs <3

“As for your first mission you will seduce lady y/n in her sleep do not disappoint me Megan” were the last words I heard from my father and tonight I’m going to make y/n mine by marking her. I got ready and put on my best bunny suit and made my way up to her house I crept out a a volcano then teleported outside her mansion. I floated up to her window and opened it and kept inside. There she was laying down like she was a Greek goddess or something which made me hard my eyes glowed as I crawled onto her bed and under her covers. Luckily she didn’t have any underwear on which led me to her glistening pussy I licked her clit which earned me a small moan. I kept licking until her legs wrapped around my head and she tugged on my hair. “Good girl” I whispered as I ate her out her small little moans and whines were do die a second time for. I couldn’t take it anymore and slowly pushed my fingers into her wet sex her gasps made it clear that I found the spot “a-ah! M’ g-gonna-“ y/n gasped as cried in her sleep. But I kept going I wasn’t gonna stop I just need to see her cry under me. “A-ah no more uhhgg-“ she slurred as drool started to come out of her pretty mouth “one more sweet girl” I practically moaned while still eating her out. The room was filled with small moans and gasps as I continued my feast she squirted in my face making me even more turned on. I slowly got up and looked down at her trembling body then trailed up to her face surprisingly she was awake and gazing up at me with her doe eyes while still trying to catch her breath. I smiled and knelt down to kiss her and she happily wrapped her arms and trembling legs around me “you want me to stuff you full until you can’t even think sweet girl?” I whispered in her ear and with a while she nodded “use your words pretty””y-yes please s-stuff me full m’ want your kids a-ah!” She screamed “that’s a good girl” i purr as I slowly enter her “h-hurts!” Y/n cried “shhh I know but you gotta hold out for me kay?” I said as I kissed her tears away. Once she had fully adjusted to my size she rolled her hips and squealed “s-so big and you aren’t even half way in-!” I cut her off as I slammed into her cunt and cervix “to much a-ah too big!” She screamed I angled my cock to hit that spongy spot that makes he go crazy “s-shit right there please I- im gonna-!” She cried as she came all around me “s-shit mph gonna come take it all for me s-sweet thing uh-!” I cooed and did one final thrust and pushed into her cervix. “Ugg it’s a-all in me” she slurred as I kissed her cheek. After I cleaned her up and laid her back down and crept out of the open window. I looked back at her and smiled “I’ll be back soon sweet girl”

That’s it yall I hope you like it! My first post

#megan thee stallion

[imlilconcerned]

Stress Reliever

Part 2

Side Note: I will probably be posting new smut every week also requests are open

Summary: you have a sports game today and gut really stressed about it and JJ helps you relax

Parings: JJ x (fem)reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, kinda public, vaginal (reader is on birth control), i think that's all if i missed any let me know

Word count: 922

You had just gotten to your first class of the day. The only class you had with one of your friends JJ. Otherwise you only saw the pogues at lunch. JJ sat right next to you and he could tell something was off. “Y/N what's wrong?“ you looked at JJ, his question snapping you out of your trance. “Oh uh.. It's nothing, I'm just really stressed about my game today.“ He looked back up at you “Y/N you have nothing to be worried about, you're gonna do amazing.“

You looked at him with a shy smile forming on your lips. “Thanks J, I really needed to hear that.“ Then class started as the teacher walked in instructing everyone to take out their notebooks. About 30 minutes into class a balled piece of paper landed on your desk. It read “I can help you relax if you want.“ you wrote back “and how would you do that?“ you passed it back and within a second later the note was right back on your desk. It read “You'll find out if you meet me in the boys bathroom by the gym.“

As soon as you had time to process it JJ was asking to go use the bathroom, as he walked out he winked at you. You felt more butterflies in your stomach then earlier. After about three minutes you raised your hand. Mr. Sunn finally turned away from the board and called on you “Can I go to the bathroom?“ you asked, he nodded. You walked out the room not trying to draw attention to yourself but as soon as you got to the hallway you were speed-walking to the boys bathroom.

You got there and you felt as if your heart was gonna come out of your chest. You enter and the first thing you see is JJ as he comes behind you then locks the door. You go to turn around but he was already doing it for you. You felt his lips touch yours and it felt like fireworks went off. After a moment of shock you kissed him back he then tapped the bottom of your thigh so you would jump up. You did as instructed and he pushed you against the wall. “Fuck Y/N you're so hot, but we dont have much time. I swear after your game though I'll show you the time of your life.“ you moaned out at his words. You then heard him ask “Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to if you don't-'' you cut him off by kissing him passionately. “Yes JJ fuck yes I want this.“

That's all he needed to hear before he started lifting up your skirt and you helped him unbuckle his shorts. You freed his cock from his boxers and you were surprised at the size, it was large. Larger than you've had before. He then started kissing you moving down to your neck as he slid himself in you. “Fuck Y/N you feel so good around me.“ he felt amazing in you. you had never felt so full. JJ started thrusting into you harshley wanting to be quick about it so no one got suspicious of why you two were gone for so long. “Oh my god J dont stop, you feel so good“ you moaned.

He was going in and out filling you and hitting all the right places you never wanted it to end. You then felt a tingly feeling start to build up in your stomach. “JJ Im close“ your moans filling the bathroom until one unexpectaly loud one came out JJ rushed to put his hand over your mouth. “Remember anyone can walk past and hear you and I want to be the only one to hear you moan like this and for me.“ His words just turned you on even more.

“JJ fuck, Im gonna cum.“ you said as he removed his hand “Cum with me baby.“ You started to squeeze around him that plus your hushed moans of his name made him spill over the edge. With his cum filling you as you came around his cock. After you both calmed down and steadied your breathing he sidled out of you and helped you put your clothes back on. You went to reach for your underwear from his hand but he stopped you “Nope I'll keep these for while.“ You rolled your eyes at him. “Fine“ is all you said as you pulled your tights up. You were so happy you decided to wear them under your skirt today.

Right as you were about to walk out he whispered in your ear “Later do you still want to see what this mouth can do?“ He said with a cocky smirk. “Fuck yes.“ The neediness in your response just made him hard all over again. “I'll see you at your game tonight and don't worry you got this.“ You walked back to class and sat down. Only for you to feel your phone start to buzz “Aren't I a good stress reliever?“ When you finished reading the message you had a huge smile on your face then you heard the door open and there walked in JJ he sat down and you whispered “Maybe but can this be an all the time thing?“ you winked at him and he had the biggest smirk on his face. All he could think about now was what he was gonna do to you tonight.

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part 2 is up

#outer banks #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #smut #jj smut #outer banks smut

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

okay im gonna go more into my thoughts from this post

to very briefly summarize, every mind that raz goes into, some of it comes out with him, but never enough to like be too noticeable at first. i kind of want them to have a sort of physical representation that just kind of sticks to him when he leaves and then appears inside raz’s own mental world in some place. anyways im gonna be putting all my thoughts under the cut.

fair warning this lowkey got away from me while simultaneously making me a lil tired and i ended up wording my ideas in a weird way ;-;

the only worlds that don’t latch onto raz are sasha’s, milla’s, and coach’s, if only because those are like, classes that they are in more control over rather than just popping into someone’s mind. but everything else? those latch onto him, and try to leave, which ends up with parts of them just sticking inside his head and melding with it.

so to start the first mind you ever go into (that has nothing to do with the ones stated above) is lungfishopolis. the mind of linda the lungfish, who had been controlled by coach. of all the worlds, probably the one that is the least noticeable, because what comes with raz when he leaves is one of the rebels. they hold onto the cuff of his pants as he leaves, small voice screaming as it dissipates and melds and appears outside a very, very large caravan. it takes time for the rebel to fully assimilate into raz’s mind, as it does with most of them, but it appears in the form of the words ‘goggalor’ written on the walls, and the sensation of the power of being free. 

the next one is boyd, the milkman’s. what follows raz out was put inside his bag the moment the Milkman woke up. he was too busy watching the milkman rise to see a bottle of milk slide into his bag. of all the things that stowed away, this is the one that integrates the quickest. hidden bottles of milk, full of pyromania and paranoia.

raz wouldn’t even mean to take gloria’s scripts with him, tucked away in his bag and hidden from his sight. they laid inside the caravan, collecting dust, before slowly, slowly morphing into audition sheets with raz’s name written in every space. ‘prove yourself’ is written at the top. ‘prove your worth’

in all the chaos that was the matador, he didn’t even notice the card stuck in his back pocket. a card that, when given time to meld with his mind, became luminescent paint that decorated every dark corner, filling it with vigor. the will to fight, and the will to let go (but eventually paint fades, and that feeling slowly disappeared). 

Fred Bonaparte’s mind was ever shifting, in size at least, and from the first moment that raz started moving pieces it was guaranteed that something would stay. it’s almost surprising how early on a piece of the board had jumped into raz’s bag, from the first moment he TK’d the carpenter, a piece made the leap and stayed. these stayed in the dark corners, like teglee’s paint. only instead of the will to fight, these were pieces, pawns, the idea that sometimes loss was necessary to win. in the dark corners of raz’s mind, a child who risked himself time and time again for others, that loss was his own mind. a loss that had already started to encroach.

the meat circus was complicated. a mix of two minds, turned into a horror show fueled by parental issues and trauma. no, nothing stayed from this world, because everything in it already existed in raz’s head to begin with. 

lady lucktopus was, by far, the most insidious one to fall inside raz’s mind. if only because of what it represented. although forsythe no longer had a gambling addiction, the pieces that attached to raz came from that mental state. embedded inside the walls, poker chips hide under a layer of rock, taking raz’s risk-taking behavior and slowly, slowly making it grow.

cruller’s mind pieces don’t appear until the very end, when raz is falling through the healed mind. a stamp, shoe disinfectant, and a comb find their way into raz’s bag, and hide behind the rock like the poker chips when they assimilate into raz’s mind. endless guilt, the ability to never let go of it, stuck inside his mind. this is the beginning, but the beginning of what? of the end, or the start?

the piece of helmut that stays is far more insidious than the others. what stays with raz is a tune, something that melds inside the caravan, mixing and turning into the music that plays during the aquato family circus acts, but there’s. there’s something else in it. a sense of lonliness, dispair, hope, love. emotion, more emotion than raz has ever felt in his life. 

the book that follows raz out of cassie o’pia’s world has no title and no words, and in time makes a hidden library full of every memory raz has ever had, kept by every version of himself that he’s ever had to make. there’s an acrobat, a psychonaut, and, hidden in the very back of the library, is the Child.

the bits of food that stick to raz from boole’s world is just enough to make a difference, if only to add small strawberry plants that grow outside the caravan that is raz’s mind. strawberries that taste of strength and persistence and sense of self, far away from the amalgamation that is inside.

raz didnt know that some pollen from bob zanotto’s garden had gotten onto his jacket, but even if he had, it would have been to late. plants that resemble his family, everyone he ever looked up to, even the other junior psychonauts, pop up. they never say anything, only watch. watch as slowly, with every integration into raz’s mind over the course of a few months, it changes. 

and raz goes from being a talented, enthusiastic, still very young 10 year old to someone who experiences intense bouts of emotion, who has put himself in the line of fire in the physical world to help someone, who has taken risk upon risk upon risk to make sure that everyone was safe, to a near obsessive level. every time someone was hurt, he’d beat himself up about it. 

when it was decided, after finally, finally realizing that something was wrong (adam had sprained his wrist, raz had a breakdown), they sent sasha in to make sure everything was okay, to check up on him because sasha was the only one who had any idea what raz’s mind had looked like.

and instead of seeing a caravan, the place he was born, instead there was a circus made of stone and paint, with posters of raz titled ‘prove yourself’. music plays, people are paying with poker chips, the crowd is made of stamps and disinfectant and combs and game pieces. plants of faces that fill raz’s past run concessions of milk without saying a word. far up is the Psychonaut, and farther up still is the Acrobat. and in the dark corner, where flakes of paint litter the ground and small strawberry plants grow, is the torn remains of a Child.

#psychonauts #razputin aquato #GOD i have so many thoughts!!! #uh idk how else to tag this #angst?

[lostalioth]

𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘴𝘢𝘮

summary: “you’re gonna face the mirror the whole time you fuck yourslef on my cock got it baby?” his words were coming out as growls by now. he didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting his hips up, his cock plunging inside you.

warnings: smut, sam x fem!reader, unprotected sex, fucking infront of a mirror, daddy kink, nicknames [kitten, baby]

note: so i am trying my hardest to pre-write things this week because my school is starting soon. I also have figured out a writing schedule/posting schedule im gonna use, ill make a post about it soon.

Sam wilson is an absolute mush when it comes to you, you’re his everything, his girl how could he not be? You mean the world to him and if you let him he would worship the ground you walk on daily. You just have one complaint, the man can’t seem to keep his hands to himself around you, in the beginning it was innocent. Until it wasn’t so innocent anymore, and it became quite distracting.

“Sammm are you almost ready?!” Your voice echoed through the small apartment hoping your boyfriend could hear you at the other end. You brush your hands over the skirt of your gorgeous sundress attempting to smooth out any bumps, the fabric hits to about your mid thigh.

“Yesss baby, just a minute“ Sam's voice startled you a bit as he was walking through your shared bedroom door, where you were currently. On his way to the large spruce dresser, possibly going for his bottle of cologne he passes by you in front of the floor length mirror.

Averting his attention onto you, he presses his chest up against your back and wraps his arms around your waist. “Well hello there kitten” he purred in your ear before he rested his chin on your shoulder. You giggle softly as his scruff tickles your neck a bit “Hii sammy” you purr back nonetheless but in a small mocking tone. “You look really pretty baby” his hands began to wander your body, up your sides and sliding across your abdomen, even down your thighs. “Thank you Sam but you really gotta finish getting ready so we can leave, bucks probably already waiting on us.” You let out a small sigh as your statement seemed to have no effect on him.

“We can be a little later can't we kitten?” His voice was beginning to drop as he started to kiss on your neck. “Babe-“ you had begun to scold but got cut off when he nearly immediately went for your weak spot. You let out a soft moan as he kisses and softly nips at the top of your collar bone. “Just relax baby” he lets out a short chuckle causing his chest to vibrate against your back as he hikes the bottom of your dress up.

You eagerly nod your head as you begin to melt into his comforting and strong arms. “You gonna let daddy fuck you quick before we leave kitten?” He growls as he starts to toy with your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties. You let out small whines and buck your hips up a bit.

“You’re already so soaked, I bet I can slip right in ya’ kitten” he teases by rubbing at your clit faster than slowing down. “Yes please, fuck me daddy” a small wonton moan escapes your lips after your words.

Those 5 words were all sam needed before he has his jeans and boxers bunched around his thighs, freeing his aching cock. He backs both your body’s up so he can’t sit on the edge of the bed, sitting you on his lap. You were still facing the large mirror as Sam slid your panties to the side and began to drag his leaking tip through to your folds.

“You’re gonna face the mirror the whole time you fuck yourslef on my cock got it baby?” His words were coming out as growls by now. He didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting his hips up, his cock plunging inside you.

He didn’t need an answer, he was gonna make you watch yourself in the mirror anyway. His eyes are glued to your figures in the mirror as you start rocking your hips, slow to start as you adjust to his size. No matter how many times or how often you have his cock inside you, you still need a couple seconds in the beginning to adjust to his thick and long cock stretching you.

You begin to let out small whines and moans as your hips fall into a faster rhythm. You have your eyes trained to the mirror as best you can, watching your hips rock against Sam's lap.

“Aw baby, do you like watching ya’ self fall apart on my cock? '' Sam teases as his hands gild over your thighs, letting your dress fall accidentally covering the area your body’s are connected. You whimper and look away in sudden embarrassment at his teasing and looking towards the floor now.

“Noo kitten, fuckin’ look at yourself in the mirror as you make a mess on my cock” he reaches up and grabs your chin forcing you to face your body’s reflection. He starts to thrust his hips up hard, his tip now kissing your cervix.

The knot in your stomach forming fast. “Maybe we should just stay home and I can fuck you infront of this mirror all day kitten” he purrs and uses his free hand to grip your hip as he falls into a fast and hard pace with his thrusts.

You were now prepared to either be extremely late or be calling Bucky in a few moments to cancel your plans, all cause your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

#smut #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson blurb #sam wilson smut #sam wilson x fem!reader #sam wilson x f!reader #sam wilson x female reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson marvel #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson headcanon #sam wilson hc #sam wilson fic #sam wilson drabble #tfatws!sam #tfatws!sam x reader #sam wilson mcu #smut oneshot #smut headcanons #fem!reader #female reader #f!reader #smut blurbs #smut drabble #marvel sam wilson #tfatws!sam x fem!reader

[oops-aquarius]

tainted kisses

summary: steve needs some relaxation, which you provide to him

warnings: smut (!!!!), praise kink, slight degradation kink, a little bit of angst cuz a hoe is sad, oral fixation (duh), slight dom/sub dynamics (?), mentions of sadness/depression, tiny mommy kink (like barely there)

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.2k

note(s): not edited well at all, also i used a prompt generator to get the promt i used (which is below !!)

prompt: “baths or water (tubs or jacuzzis; hot springs; water houses or steam rooms; the ocean; swimming pools.”

kink: “Oral fixation or fetishization (lips, tongue, or whole mouth; french-kissing; licking; oral displays using food or beer bottles; smoking cigarettes, cigars, or pipes; biting or chewing one's lip(s))”

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***this is post-endgame except nobody died, cause im a hoe for all of the avengers***

Steve never realized how much he liked things in his mouth. Not always in a sexual way, at least not until after fighting Thanos.

After fighting for so long, bottling up his emotions was not at all how Steve needed to cope. He tried the yoga and meditation route Wanda had so kindly suggested. Yeah, after one session of hot yoga, Steve decided that it wasn't going to happen. Tony, obviously, suggested sex. Said something about it being a “healing experience for the soul”. That’s bullshit were Steve’s first thoughts when that came out of his mouth. Bucky told him to get some goats and raved about how therapeutic it was to raise them. But Steve could barely take care of himself, how would he even take care of a goat? Steve felt a hot sense of hopelessness burn against the back of his eyes as he sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the adjoined bathroom door.

“Steve?” A soft knock came from the front door. He took his thumb away from his mouth, he had resorted to subconsciously nibbling on the tip of it. Pulling himself off the door and towards the voice, he rubbed his tear-stricken cheeks in attempts to clean himself up a bit before seeing you.

“One sec, Y/N/N.”

When he opened the door, your face softened a bit before the smile that Steve, secretly, loved so much dropped off your face completely. “Stevie, what happened?”

Stevie, a nickname he hated for his entire life. A name that reminded him of the days before the super solider serum where he was a little guy getting beaten up on the streets of Brooklyn. Stevie, a nickname he loved hearing from your caring voice. Nobody else’s. 

“Just tired, Y/N” he sighed, “so,so tired.”

“Stevie,” your voice caught at the back of your throat. Seeing him in so much pain made your life turn upside down. He doesn't deserve to be in pain. “ S’there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just stay with me? Please?”

You took him back into his bed and sat with him, just talking about life until his breathing turned back to normal and he seemed partially-okay. 

“Do you want to take a bath?” you asked, still stroking the blonde strands of his hair.

“Are you saying I smell?” He took his face out of the crook of your shoulder, feigning a look of hurt.

“No, punk, I meant to relax. You seemed pretty shaken up and I just wanted to help. I mean, that’s what I do when I feel down, relax in a bat-”

He cuts you off, “I appreciate it. Really, Y/N, I don’t know many people that are as loving and caring as you, sweetheart.” The nickname made a pang in your heart. You had like the super solider since you had met him, but never felt like he reciprocated the feelings. Even though you both cuddled often, and had movie nights, and he always let you beat him while sparring, and that one time you came down with a stomach bug and he fed you soup and-holy shit. Did Steve like you? “Sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘A bath does sound nice’. What’s got you so suddenly zoned out?” He says, donning a smirk.

“It’s nothing. Let’s get you into that bath, mister,” you had a faux grumpy look on your face as you got up and walked to the bathroom, starting to fill the white, ceramic bathtub with warm water. “Okay, big boy. You need help getting up or are you okay?”

Rolling his eyes at your inauthentic tone, Steve pushes his tensed frame off the body and managed to stumble into the bathroom, while you following him closely to make sure he doesn't fall over from exhaustion.

“I get it, I’m old, but damn Y/N. I can walk perfectly fine,” He chuckles as he pushes himself up to sit on the counter top.

You start to fill up the bathtub with warm water, adding bubbles and lighting a few scented candles. He looked so pretty, hair sticking out in every direction, lips pink and puffy from biting them, his ocean blue eyes still misty as he looks down at his cuticles, picking them slightly. 

“Okay, I’m gonna leave so you can take this bath,” you say, shutting off the faucet, “Got it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Stay, please.” His eyes were watering more than earlier. He had those puppy dog eyes, lip quivering as his voice cracked and wavered even with just a few words. He looked so vulnerable, how could you say no to him?

“Of course, Steve. I mean, the bubbles with kind of cover everything. I’ll just sit next to the tub with you, alright?” You awkwardly giggled and scratched the back of your neck. He nodded, hopping off of the counter and starting to undress himself with a wobble. “Stevie, you’re shaking like a leaf, let me help you.”

His eyes never met yours as you helped him pull his t-shirt over his head and looped your delicate fingers through the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them down his muscular thighs. “You’re not gonna finish your job, doll?”

His boxers. The only clothes he had left on were his grey boxers. You wanted to give him privacy and not look, especially in such a broken and vulnerable state. But god, you could see the outline of his partially-hard cock through the soft cotton. You thought about what it would be like to have your mouth around his hard length, chocking on it as he rammed himself into the back of your throat.

“Ummm, I just--I thought--I mean I can---Only if you want--” The dirty thoughts clouded your brain. It made speaking a speaking a sentence almost impossible as your mouth watered just thinking about his cock.

“It was a joke, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “You’re too adorable.”

Pulling his boxers down his legs, he waddled tiredly over to the tub before stepping in. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of the warm water encapsulating his exhausted body. You imagined that’s how he’d groan if you sucked his cock so hard he was seeing stars.

You were still facing the door, like you were as Steve got completely undressed. You knew if you turned around and look at him, naked and at ease, you’d jump his bones in a heartbeat. “Come sit with me, Y/N”

And you did. You turned around cautiously, like you expected, the bubbles covered his body enough for you to be able to handle yourself as you sat down next to the tub. You grabbed his hand away from his lips, running your soft fingers over his rough calloused ones. “I always see you biting your nails or cuticle or lips or your pens. Why?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure, I guess it just distracts me?” He said it more like it was a question rather than a statement. “I guess I don’t truly know why I do it, I guess I just enjoy having things in my mouth.”

You could read Steve like a book, his pupils blown with lust, his lip stuck between his teeth, a blush heating up his cheeks. You took a leap of faith.

“Yeah, like what?”

“You.”

His lips were on yours in a flurry, it took a second for you to react, but as soon as you did it felt amazing. Neither of you seemed to care about the water splashing over you as his hands trailed up your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

He pulls away panting, “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you. Please. Oh my god I need you so bad,” His eyes looked as if they were welling up with tears and he looked so pretty still in the relaxing bubble bath, whimpering and whining for you. 

“God, I need you too, baby,” you stop to look in his eyes sincerely, “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do or that you will regret.” Your hand caresses his cheek.

“Just get in here with me and I’ll show you how much I want you,” he whispered, “Need you, really.”

You sighed before your hands moved shakily to take off your t shirt. As much as you wanted this, you were still scared of how the ripped super solider would feel about you and your body, As soon as your shirt was off, Steve was whimpering, dipping his hand into the soapy water to massage his aching cock. This only spurred you to take off your clothes and join him faster. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself, puppy?” Your stern voice caught him off-guard, making him pause his actions with a look of fear on his face. You step into the bathtub, straddling him. Your nails raked up his milky white thighs, trailing up his body admiring the beauty of it. “Y’Know I was planning on being nice to you because you’ve been so good to me, but you might need to be punished, baby? Do you need to punshied like a brat?”

He mewled, bowing his head in shame. You could feel him growing harder and harder by the second and you were starting to go crazy with the empty feeling inside of you that on he could fill. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Mmmm, that’s my good boy.” Your hands slid up his chest and rested on his cheeks, hearing him preen at your praise, as you repositioned yourself over his cock. “Are you sure you want this?”

“If you dont ride me into next week right fucking now I’m going to scream, Y/N,” He breathed out with a chuckle, Grabbing your thighs, he helps you sink down on his cock. Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by the time you were sitting at this base of him, trying to get adjusted to his large size. 

Hot tears burned at the back of his eyes as soon as you lifted yourself up off of him, only leaving the tip of him inside of you, and slamming back down on his dick. 

“Baby-please,” he whimpered, “n-need, shit, need your fingers, bad.” 

You were confused, slowing down a bit to make sure he was okay. But his puppy dog eyes showed that he was okay. Slowly taking your wrist from his cheek, he puts your fingers in his warm mouth. Moaning around them and swirling his tongue around them. He did it the same way you always dreamed about sucking his dick, chocking and gagging on his length.

“Yeah, you’re such a needy little slut for me, for this pussy. Look at you, so ruined and fucked out just because I’m fucking you.” He moaned sensually at your words making your core tighten impossibly. 

You had gotten a good idea as you were riding him. Slowly, you start to thrust your hand in and out of his mouth, watching the saliva dribble out of the corners of his mouth as he choked on you. The band in your tummy starts tightening as you feel yourself getting close. 

“Shit, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Oh my god, you’re make me come with your beautiful cock, puppy. So good for me, aren’t you?” Your free hand dips into the water, cupping his balls and rolling them around your soft palm.

He nods, choking on your nimble finger yet again his you massage his sensitive balls. “Gonna come,” he slurred and spit around you.\, “almost there.”

“I didn’t” you moaned as you feel his balls tighten, fall back down on his cock at a faster pace, “give you permission to do that. I thought you were going to be good for me?”

“I am” he spluttered loudly, “i am good, I swear. Just please let me come. I need it, oh shit, mommy.”

The name went straight to your core, making you grow weak as you feebly give him permission to come as you come undone with one more bounce on his large member. His hands come up to grope your breasts as he come with hot spurts inside of your tight cunt. 

“Oh my god,” you stifle a giggle as you stand up on shaky legs. You wordlessly helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a white towel, walking him to bed while you dried yourself off. Collapsing on the bed with a grunt, the solider hollds out his hand to you, signalling you to lay down with him. You could easily tell he was still coming down from his sex high, starting to regain his self back.

“I dont know what possessed me to,” he pauses, trying to figure out a way to word the rest of his sentence, “to suck, I guess, on your hand. I’m sorry, Y/N, that was really weird of me.”

“What do’ya mean, baby? Having an oral fixation isn’t something to be ashamed of.” The words make him smile with droopy eyes, tucking his head into your neck and starting to fall asleep, happy and comfortable, cuddling you.

“And to be honest, puppy. I think it’s really hot.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #mcu #avengers smut #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers fic #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcannon #smut #angst #fluff #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #wtf even is this crackfic #i hate it but oh well

[abyssalzones]

tell me your calamity trio headcanons... please im begging 💜

Oh you are enabling me in TERRIBLE ways right now thank you so much. I'll try to keep this from getting long winded.

I'll start with the basics-- I've actually changed my mind a bit since I posted my other hc art about the characters and their personal styles, I was gonna draw something more up to date with what I meant but chronic fatigue is kicking my ass right now so I’ll make something... later. For now you get words, enclosed under the cut for everyone else’s sake.

Just to get this out of the way, Anne is a trans girl lesbian who uses she/her, Sasha is a transmasc-leaning lesbian who uses she/he, and Marcy is a transmasc lesbian who uses he/they. Whoops all lesbians y’know how it is. If I wanted to get specific I think Anne started transitioning in early middle school and her parents got her puberty blockers, while Marcy realized they were Genderweird in like 6th or 7th grade (so, semi-recently) but stayed closeted from everyone until amphibia. Sasha, meanwhile, was firmly under the impression she was cis until being in amphibia gave her more opportunities to think about how she Wants to present. He still likes "girly" clothes though I don't think that personal style would entirely go away.

ANYWAY UHHH let me just get through the other stuff quickly to avoid this getting too clogged:

ANNE

-She has ADHD for sure. Mixture of inattentive and hyperactive but mostly inattentive. This is related to how in canon she seems like the kind of B-student who fails on purpose a lot-- she just doesn't bother to try because she's already used to struggling in school and doesn't think reaching out will help.

-c-PTSD also. This one is obvious I just feel like it should be said. I think she'd ignore it or try her hardest to just will it to go away once she's back home-- I think especially right now she's in a lot of denial about her experiences in amphibia.

-At some point Anne talks about just pushing herself to just play harder when she's losing in tennis and I think that kind of says a lot about how scarily determined and competitive she can get. Sasha's the only person who can really keep up with her for this reason-- they both drive themselves into the ground when they have something to prove.

-On that note, I think she's gotten carpal tunnel at least once. Might turn into a reoccurring thing if she isn't careful.

-Clearly pretty athletic, as well as fairly lanky, but still a little shorter than Sasha and probably will continue to be a little shorter than Sasha for the rest of her life. 

-Anne is the only member of the group who is good at self care. Sasha varies wildly between periods of treating herself and ignoring base needs like, eating real food. Marcy is horrible at anything more than remembering to shower once or twice a week.

-...So even if pre-amphibia Anne couldn't be called responsible, she looked out for them a bit. Sasha probably resented her attempts at making sure she was eating well-- just because Anne has parents who actually cook, who have an entire restaurant and would go out of their way to set aside leftovers for her (and Marcy.)

-Very warm-natured, having spent her entire life in Los Angeles. Even if Amphibia can get unbearably muggy and humid at times, it’s been mostly comfortable for her. Most air conditioning probably feels pretty weird for the first few weeks she’s back on Earth.

-The only way I can figure she hasn’t gotten like, horribly sick from hanging out with human-sized frogs for so long is that she has a godly immune system or something. Viral diseases fear her.

-Anne is kind of scarily prepared for each situation, mostly due to her parents' and her friends' influence. This is based on her backpack when she came over to amphibia-- I know it was her birthday, but jesus christ that's a lot of seemingly arbitrary stuff to fit in your school backpack. A bath bomb, a swimming outfit with sandals, toothbrush and toothpaste, several magazines ?? I think it's likely that after a while she just started keeping extra supplies in her backpack for whenever she'd be going over to Marcy's or Sasha's place after school. Maybe one of them has a pool at their house?

-Similarly she has, like, at least 10 chap-sticks on hand at all times. Marcy keeps asking to use hers anyway.

-I can't decide if I think she'd lose a hand/arm because of the events of Amphibia in some way, but I do like the idea of her having burn scars. Not minor ones, either.

SASHA

-This 13 year old can fit so many problems in his brain it's unreal. In my mind he has BPD but I don't think this necessarily has to do with all of his behavior-- it's just another thing that might explain Why he acts like that. (Also worth noting that I have BPD, so this is... partially based on experience.) In general I just want to see him learn to cope with it better not only for his sake but for others'.

-I don't know if she would pretend to like guys for the Social Points or not but I think she just wouldn't... care? Maybe Marcy or Anne have claimed to have crushes of the week but I just can't see her bothering. She could look at a guy and point out all the reasons why he might or might not be attractive but otherwise she wouldn't bother. Sasha might have a wide circle of friends and influence, but Anne and Marcy encompass what Matters to her, in her world.

-In the same vein she has had horrible jealousy problems and this is just canon. Goes about it in her own petty little teenager way, like prioritizing Anne or Marcy's input above whoever else they've invited along.

-Hair isn’t naturally blonde I’ll die on this hill. Was born with dark hair but her mother dyed it when she was young and she just kind of kept up the tradition ever since. I like to think she lets her roots grow back in over time and keeps it dark post-amphibia. She also has dark brown eyes :]

-Lives with his mom. His father is mostly responsible for paying his tuition. Not much else, though. I do not think he has a good relationship with his mom at all. Might be part of where his desire for control stems from-- witnessing an adult who can't put in the effort, can never control a situation, and deciding he had to be the strong one who would always step up, and do better. He always has something to prove.

-Has a bit more muscle tone than Anne, but could definitely afford to eat more, and more regularly. Very feast or famine.

-Sasha pushes himself in a lot of ways that aren't always seen. He can run on less sleep, go longer without breaks, lift more than his own weight, push through pain-- he takes pride in it, even when it's horrible for him. It proves in his mind that he's stronger than other people. He either doesn't understand that there are forms of self harm that are less "obvious," or doesn't want to. He'd hate the term anyway- just sounds like pity.

-I don't know if she'd actually want to go on T after amphibia or not, I think in a lot of ways she might be comfortable with a change of hair and pronouns and not care about much else. She likes "girly" stuff as well as a more masculine association, enjoys the personal freedom it gives her.

-I do think it'd be cool/interesting if her eye was injured during the events of amphibia, possibly during the fight with Core Marcy/Darcy? I like it better if she's actually half blinded though, so one eye is left completely non-functional. Wouldn't bother with an eyepatch.

-Matt already said she owns a PS vita but I'm expanding on that by saying she loves fighting games. There have been many intense nights of mortal kombat and street fighter v. tekken between the girls where Marcy almost certainly wins but Sasha and Anne vie tooth and nail to be second place.

-Sasha's Mongolian/Ukrainian on her mother's side and German/American on her father's. Her mom's side of the family have been in the U.S for a few generations, though. She has little to no connection to any of her cultural ancestry I just think it's neat. Also I used to hc her with Japanese/Filipino origins like her voice actress and I still kinda like that but Matt said she has germanic/slavic heritage so I felt like getting different with it. I like either though :] 

MARCY

-Just... a litany of mental health problems with very little done about it. Has had a general mixture of depression/anxiety for a long time but doesn't recognize it because it's not like he's apathetic. He feels very intensely about everything.

-Autistic for sure. Extremely passionate about all of their interests, but especially biological sciences (with their specialty being evolutionary science.) I also think they have dyspraxia, which would at least partially explain their history of accidental injuries and "clumsiness."

-I think before Amphibia it might’ve been too minor to have much of an affect on their life (beyond not bothering much with gym or other physical activities) but Marcy has some form of chronic fatigue syndrome. Gets sore/worn out/all shaky and exhausted Way way sooner than either of their friends, which is only made worse by the whole... self-neglect thing

-Speaking of which, he’s always really struggled with base needs like hygiene or eating. Anne and Sasha have a long history of trying to show Marcy how to wash his face ‘properly’ (or, y’know, at all) but it just never sticks/he doesn’t have the energy so it never gets done. Marcy combats acne by picking his skin and he doesn’t really care if he gets scars or not. 

-They’ve been shorter than both Anne and Sasha for their whole life and the gap is going to get even wider between 13 and young adulthood. Probably never going to get taller than 5′1. 

-Obviously I draw Marcy fat but I also think that while they’re possessed by the Core, their health is neglected even further and they eat far less. Becomes a little emaciated from what a comfortable weight is for them because the Core drives the body regardless of what physical state it’s in-- it just has to be alive. 

-VERY into speedruns. Loves collecting information about weird speedruns and attempts their own. Probably has a small youtube channel that’s a mixture of speedruns and critical media analysis over video game footage.

-I really like the idea of post-amphibia Marcy being disabled and using a wheelchair most of the time, I honestly wish it could be canon? I don’t know, I just think it’d be cool to have a disabled character be a member of the main cast. Specifically I think Andrias’ sword fucked up his spine real bad and the Core piloting his body meant they were pushing him beyond his physical limits. Might be able to walk with a cane sometimes but not for long. 

-I think it’s pretty obvious they’d suffer from some pretty severe PTSD after amphibia and might be mostly dependent on others for a little while. I think they’d still want to go to college eventually though... they’re a very determined scientist through and through :] 

-Favorite game is the original MGS. Big otasune fan. That one’s just for fun sorry.

Okay I lied that got really long-winded. In summary: I am autistic and I like amphibia. I think about these 3 a lot. 

As for closing thoughts I obviously like sashannarcy but I’ll be honest I’m happiest if it isn’t super simple. I think they’ll always be very important in each others’ lives and that’s what matters most, even if it’s going to be a very rocky road to regaining their close relationship. Endgame is they all share a shitty apartment together while Marcy gets through college though. 

#lab notes #amphibia #this is SO long i hope thats cool i just have many thoughts #also sorry it took so long !! i was out all day so i wrote in between classes #thanks so much for the ask ^_^ i love character examination stuff #like i said i was gonna draw something but i only got as far as blocking shapes -_- #askbox

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Life size mannequin.

Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.

If you were to ask Y/N how she gets everything done she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight forward answer. Juggling school, a full time job, and a side hussle isn’t for the delicate and inadequate. Staying up until 2 AM with flash cards sprawled out on the living room table and a ratty mannequin head between her legs every night, Y/N fights much needed rest to recharge for the next days events. That’s not the only thing her teeming life has to offer. Y/N’s new boyfriend, Erik would be seen as a distraction to some but she can hold her own without slacking on her studies, missing a days work, or forgetting to do a clients hair. He’s handsome, fun, intriguing, smart, and that dick...it needs its own SSN and certificate. It’s own area code even. If she had to admit it, whenever her mind drifted to their bodies tangled in her sheets, moaning and groaning, she lost focus just a little bit.

Y/N is off on a Friday for once and instead of catching up on rest, Y/N decided to use her entire day making a closure wig for a friend and client. It’s a 24 inch body wave natural black lace frontal. No shedding, very soft, bouncy, with overall great quality. If only her lousy mannequin head would keep still!!! Y/N gave up after the mannequin head slipped from her grip. She usually has a wig stand with a mannequin head attached to the end but all of them are covered with other wigs that didn’t need to be ruined. The old fashioned way brought her back to how frustrating it was to practice. And to make things worse, Erik is strolling back and forth in front of her naked after his shower and completely ignoring her closet stocked with plenty of towels. When he stopped in front of her, his strapping thighs and that lethal weapon dangling she felt her face grow warm and her belly grow butterflies.

“You’re not helping, jerk,” Y/N said as she continued sewing. She was almost finished.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days and the one time I have a chance to spend time with you, this is what you do.”

“This wig is past due, Erik. I was supposed to get this to her two days ago. Thank God she had some shit going on herself otherwise I would be losing a client.”

Erik gave up trying to seduce Y/N and grabbed a pair of briefs from his travel bag.

“Whatever, you owe me some after this,” Erik sat down on the bed, leaning on one elbow, “You really into this.”

“And?” Y/N sassed.

“I’m just saying. Why not be a full time hair stylist?”

“Because I don’t want to do this for a living. Why else would I be in school for something that has nothing to do with hair? It’s just money to make on the side.”

The mannequin slipped again and Erik burst out laughing.

“I wanna see you try it since you find my struggle funny.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to do it I’ll fuck that whole wig up.”

Y/N ignored his smart remark.

“I’ll come over there and mess that shit right up and make you start over.”

“Erik, I’m not in the mood right now leave me alone,” Y/N cut her eyes at him, “Try me if you want I will take the end of this needle and dig it in one of them keloids. Make it pop like bubble wrap, think I’m playing.”

“You forget you’re talking to someone with a pain kink. Why you think my pain receptors fucked up?”

“So, you mean to tell me, if I boil some hot water right now and pour it on your leg...you wouldn’t feel pain?”

Erik frowned his face into a mug at Y/N as he cocked his head back. The widening of his eyes is what made her giggle.

“You don’t know how to love me all you wanna do is hurt a nigga. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m only messing with you—”

“No you’re not. If I say some shit you don’t like I get slapped upside my head. If I want to be in a playing mood you threaten me with that little fist of yours. Just admit it, you enjoy tormenting me.”

“You’re so Goddamn dramatic,” Y/N tilted her mannequin head forward, “Can you do me a huge favor?”

“If it involves getting up off this bed the answer is fuck no,” Erik said while lying on his back now with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“I already know you’re about to say no but...I want you to let me use you as my mannequin.”

“Huh?”

The way his voice rose an octave has Y/N laughing.

“Can you let me put this wig on you so I can finish this?”

Erik’s brows shot up as his eyes landed on her, “Why? So you can sneak and take a picture? I’m not falling for that.”

“Erik c’mon now. I just need your head for a second and that’s it.”

“I can think of other ways you can use my head but instead you wanna put some weave on me.”

Erik sat up and swung his legs around to face Y/N. Erik leans forward on his knees, staring at the wig with a steady blink.

“What size is that shit anyway? You know I have locs so...how the hell is that supposed to fit on my head?”

“I’ll just...fit it over that pineapple on top of your head.”

“Jokes,” Erik reached up and took out the elastic band that held his tapered locs. Shaking his head, his locs fell over his eyes, “I’m not putting that on my head.”

“Not even for me?” Y/N pouts, “Not your favorite girl?”

“I know you, Y/N. You’re gonna put that shit on my head, take a picture, and post it. I’m not falling for the shit. I told you that.”

“Whatever. You got a big ass dome anyway and this wig is average size.”

“Now you’re tryna clown me?” Erik said with a half smirk on his full lips flashing a bit of his gold canines.

“It’s like...mad wide from front to back...no wonder you keep your hair long—”

“I know you ain’t talking shit with that ginormous ass forehead, girl.”

“I thought you said all the fine girls got big foreheads?” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“That’s what’s helping you out. First time I saw you I was thinking damn, this bitch got a big ass forehead. And don’t think I forgot about how you played me when you sent that cropped picture.”

“Boy, fuck you!!” Y/N shouted over Erik’s laughter.

“I was—I was looking at the picture like where the rest of her face go?!”

Y/N glared at Erik as he dissolved into laughter.

“It’s really not that funny. Now are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Aight, I’ll do it this one time.” Erik sat up with one hand resting against his abdomen while the other wiped away tears, “Where do you want me?”

“On the floor between my legs, DUH where the fuck else would you be?”

He began dying laughing again from Y/N’s obvious annoyance. Erik took his place on the floor while Y/N climbed behind him onto the bed with each leg dangling on either side of him. Y/N takes the wig from the mannequin and before she placed it on Erik she tilted his head back more for easier access. Grabbing the half-done wig, Y/N fluffed out the ends before arranging it over Erik’s locs. Even at their short length it was a challenge to fit the wig the way she needed it.

“Can you PLEASE keep still?” Y/N prompted.

“I’m not even moving. This wig just don’t fit.”

Y/N applied force and wiggled it over his locs causing Erik’s head to rock back and forth aggressively. He growled before reaching behind him to grab her hands. The wig looked much shorter on him in the back from how prominent his back and shoulders are. Erik turned to face her with his lips tight and face frowned, the wig making him look ridiculous and silly. Y/N folded her lips into her mouth but the urge to laugh caused her cheeks to puff out.

“If only you knew how tight my fucking head feels right now. I can’t even smile without this shit feeling like my scalp is being pulled. This better come off when we’re done or that’s your ass.”

“Erik, turn around. I only have one section to do and then you’re free. Next time, don’t ask me to help you with shit if you’re gonna act like this.”

Erik sucked his teeth and faced forward so Y/N could continue. He lowered his head so she could work on the back area.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Y/N said.

“What?” Erik replied.

“Do you mind modeling this for me—”

“See, I knew this shit—”

Erik stood up before Y/N could wrap her arms around him. He walked over to the full body mirror in her room to look at himself and that’s when he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.

“Yo, what the fuck do you have on my head!” Erik played with the strands while turning his head from side to side, “I look like James Brown, AYE!!!!”

Y/N was in stitches when he mimicked James Brown in the mirror. She fell back against her bed hollering from the way he looked.

“Nah, I’m not drunk right now I need to be drunk to enjoy this,” Erik leaned into the mirror, “I look better than half the bitches that come in here to get their hair done. Let me find out.”

“You are so STUPID!!!!” Y/N yelled between giggles.

“I’ll be back,” Erik left the room with the wig swaying from side to side since it wasn’t fully secure.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N shouted from the bed.

Erik didn’t respond to her loud voice. When he returned two minutes later he had a cup in one hand and his bottle of Hennessy in the other. Erik sat both the cup and the bottle on Y/N’s cluttered dresser to make himself a drink.

“This was supposed to be a quick thing now you’re drinking.”

Y/N watched Erik from her relaxed spot on the bed. Erik took two sips of his drink before standing in front of her mirror again.

“What are you doing?!”

Y/N couldn’t even finish her words when Erik started shimmying his shoulders and snapping his fingers to a soundless beat. Hooting with laughter Y/N could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“IM DONE!!!”

“This shit give bad bitches super powers.” Erik said

“Let me find out you wanna wear a weave now.” Y/N jokes.

Erik brought his cup to his lips and drank more Hennessy while moving his hips. This was too good not to get a video. With Erik being his usual silly self, Y/N snatched up her phone from the floor before pulling up her Instagram to record him. On her story, Y/N focused the camera on her boyfriend when he started singing the lyrics to Lady Marmalade.

“Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da. Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here!!”

“Oh my God!!” Y/N cried out with a chuckle before ending the video. She uploaded it to her story before quickly tossing her phone towards the end of the bed.

“Creole Lady Marmalade!!!!!!!!”

“You hardly had anything to drink and you’re acting like this? Lord.”

“Aight, I’m done for now,” Erik made his way back over to Y/N with his cup, “put on a movie or something.”

“Ohhhhhh!!! So you’re asking me to pick this time?! I get to make a decision, Erik?! Wowwwwwwwww!!!”

“Girl, shut up.”

Y/N chose a random movie for background noise while she finished. She was surprised at how content he was and it made her consider asking him to help more in the future. It was fun and it made her laugh. That’s one thing about Erik that she adores. He matches her sense of humor. Y/N heard a vibration and when she glanced over to look at her phone the screen is still black. Between her legs she could see Erik staring at a text message from his Lock Screen

“What the fuck is this nigga talking ‘bout.”

“Erik keep still—”

“Nigga who is Miss Man?!”

Y/N paused to peer over Erik’s shoulder.

“This nigga just called me Miss Man from Scary Movie.”

Erik tapped on the microphone on his keyboard to speak.

“Who the fuck randomly texts somebody that at 11 PM? Fucking weirdo ass nigga. Let me find out you want Miss Man for yourself.”

“Who is Miss Man— OH! The PE teacher that was sniffing the underwear?!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

“This nigga...he said all you need is the underwear, skirt, nails, and makeup—wait.”

“And some long ass balls!!” Y/N snickered.

Erik whipped his head around and when Y/N met his fiery eyes she swallowed her laugh and it left an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

“Did you post me online wearing this wig, Y/N?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna ask you again. Did you post me online in this wig?

“Mm—mm. I did no such thing.”

“Then let me see your phone.”

Erik reached out for Y/N’s phone but she snatched it away. Erik moved his head to the side to flip some of the wig hair form his face but it fell forward again disobeying him.

“Did I? Uhhhh—OKAY OKAY!!”

It happened so fast. Erik has Y/N by the waist and up in the air.

“Yes, I did!! I’ll delete it.”

“You don’t listen to shit I tell you to do—”

“It was cute! You looked cute with it on—”

“You know what’s about to happen right?! I told you not to do that shit!”

“Erik, it’s all in fun. I’ll get rid of it—”

“That shit is embarrassing! What if I posted you online at your worse?”

“I don’t have a bad moment I always look good.” Y/N sasses.

“Says the girl that always complains about me taking off guard pics.”

“Erik, you’re not even at your worse. You act like I posted you looking bummy!”

Y/N kept her word and went to Instagram to delete. When she got there, she was met with at least ten DMs replying to her story.

Corythemua_: gurllll who is that? 👀 ooooh he is fione!!! Is he into guys?

Jermaine_87: Wtf is he doing?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 let me text this nigga

Katriceee: how did you convince him to do this?! LOL

Amethyst1993: when he find out about this you are in trouble girl!!!

“did you delete the video yet?! Don’t let me find out it’s still there!”

“It’s gone! Happy?! What happened to being in a playing mood?!!”

“Now all my friends texting me and clowning me! You play too many games. Hurry up and help me take this shit off!”

Erik brushed some strands from his lips with his fingertips and Y/N squealed. Nothing he could say or do would make her listen. He looked absolutely hilarious with the wavy tresses of the wig moving in tandem with his brawny physique.

“Erik, I can’t take you seriously with that wig on.”

“Then take this off!!”

Erik attempts to pull it off but suddenly stops when he realizes he needs help.

“I want this shit off now, Y/N.”

“FINE! Come here.”

Y/N tapped the floor with her foot for Erik to take a seat. When he does, Y/N does the opposite of what he asks and begins to place his hair into two buns. She silently laughed behind him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her falling apart. When she was finished, Erik assumed she was done because he didn’t feel the hair tickling his skin. When he stood up to look in the mirror, Erik groaned loudly at his appearance before flexing his jaw at her threateningly to make her listen. It didn’t work at all for him. She couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so crazy!!!!!” Y/N hugged her sides and rolled on the bed with laughter, “And that evil look is making it even funnier!!”

“I’m about to beat your ass if you don’t take this shit off!!! It wouldn’t be funny if this shit stuck now would it?!!! I gotta go to work and all that nah take this off—

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Aight, are you finished?!” Erik said impatiently.

“Baby...you don’t understand...oh my God.”

“Y/N, for real, take this dumb ass wig off before I cut it off!”

“Okay okay!! Before I do...you gotta do one last thing for me...pretty please? With caramel sauce and a cherry on top? I’ll do whatever you want if you do this last thing for me.”

“.....”

“PLEASE BABY?!!”

“.....”

“Erik, look, it’ll be funny! I just want you to cat walk for me and then I’m done—”

“Ahhhhh HELL no—”

“Please—”

“For what?! So you can keep laughing?!”

“I’ll suck your dick, lick your balls—”

“Girl, that won’t work on me—”

“You sure about that?”

Y/N poked her tongue out and started doing tricks with it to show off her tongue ring. Erik’s eyes squinted at her but she could tell from his breathing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. He even said so himself that her head game makes him weak and no woman before her has ever made him weak.

“...from here to the bed and that’s it.”

Y/N smiled victoriously.

Erik placed his hands on his tapered waistline before lowering his head. Y/N could hear him silently laughing to himself before he lifted his head displaying an adorable dimpled smile. He started strutting towards Y/N with stiff hips and two left feet. All this from her flicking her tongue. Y/N stared at him with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He had a focused look on his face and the wig with its two buns flopped up and down messily like bunny ears. He struck a pose with his hip jutted out before he started to vogue. At that point, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer. She had to grab onto Erik so she could catch her breath. Soon, Erik’s deep laugh could be heard.

“You get on my nerves,” Erik sat beside Y/N, “now, can you take this off of me?!”

“Turn around,” Y/N took down the buns before carefully sliding the wig off from front to back, “You’re off the hook after that I’m gonna go back to using this mannequin head.”

“Yeah, finish up so I can spank that ass for posting me on social media.”

Y/N did a double take, “I’m still in trouble?!”

“Yeah, you’re not off the hook.”

The remaining time Y/N finished her clients wig, she thought up all possible ways he could punish her this time.

“Can I have a kiss?” Y/N asked with a sweet sounding voice.

“Yes,” Erik poked his thick, moist lips out and Y/N pressed her soft lips against them.

“Mmm...still in trouble, ma,” Erik whispered.

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