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imfinereallyy · 11 months

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Shared Kisses

for @steddie-week I’m behind on it but I couldn’t resist day 3, and it’s a little late because I fell asleep while writing it, that's how sleep deprived I am haha. prompt: first kiss

“Okay, okay! It's my turn now. Sir Steven, Lady Birdie, tell me, who was your first kiss?” Eddie giggles from his spot on the carpet. He smells like stale menthols and pine; Steve can’t get enough of it. He has to resist from leaning his head into Eddie and taking a breath of him.

Steve is starting to believe he needs his head checked. Again. Wanting to smell one of his friend's necks isn't normal.

Steve is also starting to realize that maybe that is because he wants to be more than friends. God, he is such a loser sometimes.

“Oh, this is unfair! You know the rules state that we can’t ask it back now. Boooo.” Robin chants from her place on the couch, where she hangs upside down. Steve is for once glad they aren’t playing a drinking game; he is sure Robin would have vomited by now otherwise.

“I still think this a weird game to be playing.” Steve dodges the question and nudges Eddie with his knee.

“C’mon Harrington, questions is an absolute solid getting-to-know-you game.” Eddie nudged his knee back.

“Dude we’ve been friends for six months.”

“Yes but there are so many layers I have yet to peel.”

Robin grunts from her upside-down position, Steve can tell all the blood has finally rushed to her head, and she tumbles onto the ground next to them. “Gotta agree with Metal Man here, Steve-o. I’ve known you even longer, and I still don’t know everything. And we are practically connected.

Steve blows air from his lips, “So this is just a ploy to expose all my secrets.”

Steve can tell that Robin, who might as well share a soul with him at this point, can sense how uncomfortable he is beginning to feel. Her teasing softens for a moment. “What if I went first, yeah?”

Steve pauses, “Yeah okay.”

“You got to promise not to make fun of me.”

“Of course, Robs.”

“I make no such promises.” Eddie interrupts but ultimately cuts the tension in the room. Steve kind of feels like it is on purpose, by the way his eyes skim Steve carefully, and the way Robin lets out a loud snort.

“Wasn’t talking to you doofus. I don’t actually respect your opinion of me.”

“Hey!” Eddie protests, but they all know he isn’t really offended.

Robin chuckles lightly, but continues. “It was in middle school, at one of my first girl-boy parties; gross, right? I hate that we called it those. Anyway. They decide to play spin the bottle, and I feel pressure because my only friend at the time is Barb, and she didn’t come and Colleen Walsh is doing it, and she—well, she’s the prettiest, most popular girl in school at the time and I’d be an idiot not to follow along. So we’re playing Spin the Bottle, right? And rounds go by, and it doesn’t land on me, and I’m grateful but Colleen notices. She goads me on to do it, take a spin since it isn’t fair I haven’t kissed anyone. So, wanting to get over being the center of attention, I reach over and spin it, and it lands on—“

“Wait.” Steve stops Robin, realizing she is about to out herself to Eddie on Steve’s behalf. He doesn’t want her to do that but on anything but her own terms. “Are you sure about this, Robs?”

Robin throws her head back and laughs, “Yea, I’m sure dingus. No need to worry. Anyway, you’ll never believe who it lands on.”

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, “C’mon buck don’t leave us hanging.”

“Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie and Steve both start choking on air while Steve screams, “What!?!”

Eddie collapses on the ground with a dramatic groan, covering his face with his hands and mumbling, “why cruel world?” Robin giggles at his antics.

“You’re telling me it wasn’t….?” Steve trails off, hoping Robin gets the hint.

“That it wasn’t a girl? No dingus, just because I’m a lesbian doesn’t mean all my experiences are with women. Besides, I was 12; I didn’t realize staring at Colleen’s boobs wasn’t jealousy.”

“Oh, thank god, you know; I thought I was going to have to break the news to you that your gayer than the men’s locker room after a winning game,” Eddie mumbles behind his hands still on the ground.

“Only you would make a sports reference in relation to gayness, Eds. Also, wait, you knew she was lesbian? How did you know? Why are you freaking out then?” Steve rapid fires questions.

Still covered with his hands, “Like seeks like, Harrington. It’s like a sixth sense.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry, “You’re gay?” He says hopefully.

Eddie finally removes his hands from his face but doesn’t sit up. “Yea, Stevie, thought you knew, honestly. Not like it’s a secret, all of Hawkins talks about it.”

“I try not to listen to the rumor mill.”

A soft smile graces Eddie’s face, “One of the many things I love about you sweetheart.”

Steve tries not to blush, but ultimately fails. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re freaking out about Tommy. Sure, he sucks, but like I reacted that way cause I was friends with him at some point. What’s you’re excuse?”

Finally Eddie sits up with a groan. “Okay, promise not to laugh or freak out?”

Robin and Steve both nod and mumble a little “yea of course”.

Eddie rubs a hand down his face, “Okay, I freaked out because even though it’s not my turn to answer and I don’t have to, well—it’s because. Okay, I’m stalling; it’s because Tommy Hagan was also my first kiss. When I was 15, under the bleachers.”

Robin and Steve are both silent, Eddie looks at them expectantly. “Are you guys going to say anything?”

Robin speaks up first, “I think this is the closest we can get to not freaking out.”

“I think I would prefer that over the freaky twin silence.”

Steve still stays quiet while Robin proceeds to react, “Oh my god Munson! This is the funniest and freakiest thing ever. And not in a freak way you like! This is magnificent, oh my god….” Robin continues to cackle and make fun of Eddie, but Steve tunes it out. He can feel all the blood rush to his ears, blocking out all the sound from the room. Tommy. Tommy. He has kissed both of his best friends, one of which he wants to kiss himself. That just seems unfair to Steve. It hurts Steve, and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he knows precisely why.

“My first kiss was when I was 13,” Steve says abruptly, not making eye contact. The both of them stop their bickering and turn to Steve. They stay silent, as if they know Steve needs it to get through it. He is thankful for them both.

“I was 13, and my parents weren’t home. It had become the usual at this point, but I was sad because it was my birthday, and this was the first birthday they didn’t even send a card. And Tommy decided to come over to cheer me up; this was back, I guess, when he still cared too. And we didn’t do much; I didn’t like to make a big fuss about my birthday even then, but it was a nice night out just before the break of summer. So we decided to stargaze on the roof. And I don’t know how it happened, but one second we’re trying to find the Little Dipper, and the next, Tommy is kissing me. It was nice, honestly. To have someone you care about show you affection. And when he pulled away, I smiled at him, but he just stared. And then—“ Steve swallows thickly before looking up at Eddie and Robin, who both look at him with rapt attention.

“Then his face turns angry, and he punches me. He punches me so hard that I almost fall off the roof. He tells me not to be a queer, and if I told anyone, who would tell everyone what I was. And it seemed unfair, right? Because he kissed me, I only smiled. I haven’t kissed a boy since.”

Suddenly there is an arm around his shoulder, “Stevie….” Eddie tucks Steve’s head into the crook of his neck, and Steve begins to sob.

Robin quietly gets up, “I’m going to make us some tea.” Steve knows she can sense that he needs a moment with Eddie. Steve loves her more than life.

“I’m sorry this is stupid. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

Eddie rubs soft circles on his back, “It’s not stupid, honey. He hurt you in more ways than one, and traumatized you from exploring yourself. You have every right to be upset. Thank you for telling us. You didn’t—you didn’t have to. You could have lied, or told us your first kiss with a girl.—“

“Colleen Walsh.” Steve interrupts into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie barks out a laugh, “Of course it was. Anyway, Steve, thank you for sharing. I’m glad you feel safe with us.”

Steve’s tears are no longer. “I always feel safe with you, Eds.” And the Steve finally does the thing he’s been wanting to do all night. He takes a big sniff of Eddie. Steve doesn’t care if it’s weird because he settles a sort of calm in him.

Eddie grips his waist tight, and puts a finger under Steve’s chin, pulling his face close to his own. “Yea, I do? Does that mean you also trust me?”

Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his lips. He knows it’s probably not good how quickly his mood has changed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. The air between them is electric, and intense. Steve can feel it make his whole body come alive. “Of course I do.”

Eddie leans even closer, “Good. Because I think it’s a damn shame a pretty boy like you hasn’t kissed another boy since.” Then Eddie presses their lips together.

Steve isn’t sure if someone were to ask what his first kiss with Eddie was like if he would be able to answer. It’s indescribable; it’s perfect. But if he is to try, it would be this, soft, slow, deep, and oh so very good. Steve can feel the heat from Eddie’s lips pulsing into his own. Eddie’s hands' grip Steve’s face, angling him deeper as he slides his tongue into his mouth. Steve pulls him closer by his t-shirt. Going crazy off the taste of salt and chocolate that now swipes his tongue.

They both pull back a little breathlessly, hands still gripping each other. They lean their foreheads together, and Steve smiles. He smiles so big his face hurts. And Eddie does the most thing in return,

He smiles back.

The moment is broken, though, when Robin enters the room again with a bowl of popcorn and a loud “Oh thank god, I was sick of the pining. From both of you.”

Eddie sputters while Steve just laughs at her. “I thought you were making tea Birdie?”

Robin sits down next to them again, “Too much work and I was snacky.”

Steve throws popcorn at her head but isn’t upset at all. He leans his head on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie kisses the top of Steve’s head.

Robin smiles fondly at them. Then her face scrunches up in pain, “Wait, all of our first kisses was Tommy Hagan?”

“Yep.”

“Unfortunately so.”

“God I do not want to give that twerp any more credit in life than I have to. Why are we all like this?”

Steve giggles while Eddie shrugs.

Robin can’t keep a straight face anymore and falls into laughter. “Wait, does this mean we are all bounded by this? I completely unrelated, non-upside down experience?”

Eddie speaks up before Steve, “I believe so, Lady Buckley. A trauma outside of other worlds binds us. We have been bound since before the slain of Vecna.”

Robin shrieks, “Awee, guys! We were always meant to meet then.”

Then Robin tackles the both of them to the ground in a bear hug. Steve’s not even mad that she’s in the middle of Eddie and him.

Because this, right here, is all the love he’ll ever need.

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I'm behind on steddie week, but I want to throw my hat in the ring. Have a written a first kiss thing before? Yes I have. But I can’t resist. Thank for the read, love this community so much.

#steddie #steddieweek2023 #Steve Harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #Eddie Munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steddieweek #stranger things #first kiss

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ch-4-eri · 3 months

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“such a good girl.” — Jill Valentine.

summary: you and jill been too busy to be with each other intimately.

warnings: this is all smut smut smut, you know it. (implied mommy kink if you squint, masturbation, lesbian sex, reader is a female)

note: it’s been so long since i uploaded a fic, and i hope this isn’t sloppy or anything so excuse my writing if it is. (also first time writing for a different fandom! i’m kind of excited to post this not gonna lie.)

as jill places you down the kitchen counter, pushing your shoulders back, you’re reminded of how much you’ve so missed this.

you having college, jill constantly at work. you barely see each other anymore, with your exams and jill’s paperwork and side detective work she always does, the intimacy between you was almost zero.

you understood jill's job, choosing to stay after hours, she’s got bills to pay and food to buy for the both of you as you were a stay at home girlfriend.

now that she was home and completely frustrated from her work; she needed a release, and you were there splaying your homework on the kitchen counter to study for an upcoming exam week and you’re trying to keep up.

she walked in all pissy, horny,, her beret taken off her short hair, thrown down her bed along with the boots off her feet.

pushed you back to the kitchen counter with grunts and insults you found so delicious. “jesus…you’re a fucking slut.” she mumbled against your clothed cunt, her tongue licking the soaked fabric, sending your back arching against the cold hard surface of her marble kitchen counter.

“so delicious..” Jill groaned, splitting you apart the more with her fingers. dragging the panties down your shaking legs, her calloused, strong fingers dangling your legs over her shoulders by the pit of your knees.

she pins you down with her forearm against your stomach as she meets your eyes. “I've had a really… really… shitty fucking day… and i just wanna fuck you. you wanna fuck me, huh?” she asks, her tone breathless, her short hair slightly messed and dirty.

but holy shit how hot she looked anyway.

you nod, your throat dry and heart pounding so loud in your ear.

“words!”

“yes!” you whined. “yes, f-fuck me…” you added breathlessly, gasping for air.

jill’s fingers travelled up your thigh, teasing and melting you until you’re a whining mess underneath her, your work splayed around you both as she stood in front of the kitchen counter, you on the edge of it.

she pulled back, panting slightly as she flicked her tongue across her plump lips, tugging at her blue top, yanking off the S.T.A.R.S badge on her hip as she stripped off her clothes, staying with just her pretty tits covered by her bra, and her skin coloured panties.

you couldn’t help but stare, hard.

you were absolutely enamoured with her tits, your hands immediately grabbing her closer by her waist, positioning her between your thighs as your mouth went to the pretty flesh you so adore, kissing the top of her breast as your tongue slipped past the curve of her bra, drawing a gasp out of her mouth. “such a good girl..” jill whispered, pushing your face further into her chest.

“such a good girl for mommy..” she cooed as you grabbed the strap of the bra, pulling it down her shoulder to expose her tit as you sucked on it, flicking your tongue across the bud, your free hand massaging and squeezing her other tit.

jill moaned slightly, she felt so sensitive but oh so proud of you. she’s always so afraid you wouldn’t be able to pleasure her that way but you were a fucking treat, so good to her, and your mouth so delicious against her huge boobs, sucking and biting like a starved baby.

“easy…” she gasps, pulling your head away from her tit with a pop.

“but—“ you went to protest with drool covering your chin. “it hurts baby… you’re biting too much.”

“but jill..”

“no biting.” she whispers, kissing your cheek. “and go slow, I'm not going anywhere.” she says with such authority in her tone as if she’s giving you commands, but you were not complaining, it made you so wet you started rubbing your thighs together, so needy to be touched.

jill chuckled at the sight. “it hurts doesn’t it? you want me to take care of it?” she asks, kissing your lips softly as you hummed into her mouth a simple ‘yes’.

“alright baby..” jill kisses the top of your nose before she pulls back.

“i want you to touch yourself, and i’ll watch.” she commands, fixing the bra strap over her shoulder, stepping away from you.

“jill—“ you whined. “want you to touch me..” you protest.

“touch. your. self…i wanna watch.” jill repeated, her glare so intense. making you spread your legs involuntarily, bringing your fingers close to your desperate core.

“good.., just your clit.” she says, brushing your knee with a hand as it made you tremble. “i wanna watch it drip out of you.” she whispered, licking her lips as jill focused her eyes on your already dripping heat.

“ah..” you moan, touching yourself like how she asked, her mouth open and her eyes wide as she watched you intently.

you move your fingers around the clit, two fingers in a circular motion. “go slow.. slow.” jill warned, and you did just that.

it was only so little time as she was so impatient, jill smacked your hand away, placing herself between your thighs and her mouth devouring you with your legs dangled across her shoulders, making you cry out.

“jill..” you cried, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open, body so tense.

“jesus, fucking relax!” jill pulled away, making you ache at the loss of contact. “take a breath, baby.. i know it’s been some time since i ate this sweet pussy but it’s just me darling, it’s me baby….” she says, comforting you with few kisses down your thighs.

you immediately calmed down at her sweet words.

the minute she felt you calmer and your breathing more steady, her mouth started working you once more, sucking and licking up your pussy, soft moans echoing through the apartment with your eyes closed and hips bucking into your girlfriend’s face, your insides meeting jill’s nose as she grunts.

“fuck..” she muffled into you, sending vibrations course through your core, your back arched against the counter which is definitely gonna bruise tomorrow, not the best surface to have sex on.

“i’m gonna…c- cum.” you announced, making jill only suck you even harder and faster. begging for you to give it to her, her pleading tone only making you wetter and closer to a long time coming orgasm.

your breath hitches in your throat as the knot in your lower tummy was about to snap, a low scream made its way out your mouth, jill sucking all your juices, licking you clean and giggling at your screaming and writhing.

“good god, you’re a mess.” jill breathed as soon as her mouth left your sensitive bundle of nerves, she wiped the cum off her chin, bringing it in her mouth to not leave anything to waste.

as soon as you calmed down, you chuckled along with her. “shut up.” you closed your legs and sat up, your body already sore and groaning as jill helped you up, rubbing your back and your shoulders.

“next time, i’ll take you to bed.” she whispered, giggling against your neck.

knowing no matter how busy jill is and away from you, she’d never change around you, in fact she only becomes better and closer the more you’re distanced.

#jill valentine #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x female reader #jill valentine x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you

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queen-of-reptiles · 5 months

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𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾

description: In reader's last game of her career, her wife and team make sure she understands how loved she really is

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vicky losada x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying vicky is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translations as per usual!

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username2: HOW CAN YOU LOOK LIKE THAT 😳😳

username3: love love love it!

losada_vicky: Jesus, I am a lucky woman... 🤯

y/n: proud to wear Losada on my back baby ! 🩷

username4: UGHHHHHH

username5: PLEASE MA'AM 🔥🔥

username6: Break me like a glowstick I beg

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username2: I am going to miss her so much.

username3: She is only 33, why do you think she is retiring? 😶

username4: She was really badly injured during her second world cup, her ACL tore, cracked two ribs and gave herself a dent in her skull, so...

username3: well, then that makes sense...

username5: I am so used to seeing her, I am going to miss her so much! 😭❤️

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When the whistle blew, y/n couldn't believe it, the air was pulled from her lungs and as her teamed cheered in relief from the win, a tear dropped down her cheek at the idea of leaving for real this time.

Her wife wrapped an arm around her and the team swarmed her soon enough, a lot of people crying as they enjoyed a last group hug with their captain of four years.

As they pulled away, y/n looked out at the crowd who were screaming, cheering, waving Brighton Flags for her, and she laughed tearfully and waved out at them in thanks.

"Right." Vicky's voice echoes a microphone held in her hand.

"My wife has given a lot of her life to Brighton, and she honestly loves everything about this club, the players, the staff and especially the fans. I love this club because of her." Vicky says.

The crowd aww's at that, and y/n smiles sadly as she watches her wife who was looking around, proudly talking about the one she called her own.

"She may be retiring, but y/n Losada will be remembered for years as the best Brighton, fan, player and Captain because she has changed so many lives in the course of her own." Vicky finishes.

The crowd erupts at that, cheers showing such agreement to Vicky's speech that the captain covered hr face and took a deep breath, trying to stop from bursting into tears.

A microphone was somehow passed to her, and y/n shook her head, but the chants of 'speech speech speech' were telling her she was over-ruled.

"Um, wow, where to start?" She asks. "First of all, I came through the Brighton academy and played on a senior pitch at the age of 16. I am now 33, and after a brief few years at Barcelona, am honoured to have done my final game here." y/n begins, the crowd cheering for her.

"I am so grateful to every fantastic person on this team, in this club and in this crowd. Because you have made my job the easiest thing in the world." y/n smiles, her wife chuckling and wiping a tear.

"My wife is crying, though I wish she wouldn't because we both know, if I play any longer, I will be sewn back together with how many injuries I have got." y/n laughs, her hand coming up to cup her wife's face lovingly.

"I won't say much more, but thank you for your support, thank you for your love, you will all always have mine. Thank you Brighton and Thank you football. See you around!" y/n finishes and the crowd bursts into cheers.

Two loud bangs happen and y/n jumps before laughing in shock at the fireworks that had been set off from the stadium, the officials giving her a proper goodbye as people cheered.

"y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!!" The crowd cheered, repeating her name over and over while the Brighton team piled on her one last time. y/n knew she'd enjoy being a wag, but she would miss football.

Vicky wrapped an arm around her, pressing her lips to her lover's temple as the woman sighed and relaxed in her hold, finding comfort in her wife's warmth.

"I know my love, I know." Vicky promises.

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y/n

Words cannot express the pain I have saying goodbye, football has given me a family, several teams, a wife and so much love.

I may be hurting, but I heard you all and I am so thankful for you, and the happiness you gave me tonight and always shall never be matched!

Thank you all so much, I have had such a fantastic time in this career. I will see you all soon, when I am fulfilling my WAG duties!

All my love

y/n Losada xx

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losada_vicky There may have been several reasons my wife took a step back from football. We cannot wait to meet this reason. ❤️

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username4: And the entire Brighton team as well!

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keirawalsh: so proud and excited !!! 💙☺️

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y/n: Can't express how much I love you, I am so excited! Serás una mamá fantástica.

you will be a fantastic mama

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kinda love this, kinda don't

meh

Queenie xx

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Eddie has a stash of sexy photos of his girlfriend

She made them for when he went on tour

He did take them with

And used those photos a lot

But he made sure every single photo made it back home

Tucking the photos safely in his bedside drawer

Except one night

He may have forgotten to put a few back

Laying on his bed

The same place he left them when he touched himself before he left the house

Forgetting about that small detail and inviting the gang over

"yo Eddie, can I borrow a sweatshirt?"

Eddie nodded and pointed Steve to his bedroom

Eyes not leaving the tv

Steve wandered in

Heading for the closet when he saw photos on Eddie's bed

Not thinking anything of it he walked closer

Picking up a few polaroids

Eyes widening and jaw dropping when he saw the polaroids

Pictures of Y/N in the sexiest lingerie he's ever seen

Poses that definitely were only meant for Eddie's eyes

Not for one of her new friends

"Steve? You are taking forever in here"

Robin mocked as she walked in

Catching Steve jumping in the air

Hiding stuff behind his back

"what are you hiding?"

"nothing. Just go" Steve panicked

He needed to get the photos back on the bed

Robin noticed the untouched ones on the bed

Stepping closer her eyes widened as she saw a girl

Basically naked with suggestive poses

"holy fuck. Who is that?"

She couldn't ignore how hot this girl was

"is that cum?" She asked outloud

Ropes of dried white spots on her mouth and tits

"that's Eddie's girlfriend. Stop looking" Steve warned

Throwing his photos on the bed

"oh but you were!"

"was not!"

"so were! Look at your jeans!"

"what the fuck are you two doing in here?"

They both froze as Eddie's voice reached their ears

Trying to cover his bed with their bodies

"nothing! Steve couldn't find a sweatshirt"

Robin said quickly

Voice cracking and way too high

Eddie watched them suspiciously

"did you look in the closet?" Eddie scoffed

Walking past them and walking into his closet

He grabbed a hoodie and handed it to Steve

"why are you so red?" Eddie questioned

"nothing" Steve squeaked

That's when Eddie saw the corner of a photo on his bed

"SHIT"

He scrambled to grab all of his photos, stuffing them back in the drawer

Where both Steve and Robin saw there was even more

"DID YOU SEE THOSE?" Eddie panicked

She was so going to murder him

"absolutely not"

"Steve you have a fucking borner?"

Steve blushed and tried to hide his jeans

"just act like you saw nothing!" Eddie warned

"hey baby!"

Eddie froze as her voice echoed in his room

All three turning around

Blushing

"what's going on?" She laughed awkwardly

Three pairs of eyes were staring at her

"Eddie, Steve, who is this?" She asked politely

Walking towards Robin

In the same heels that she was wearing in the photos

With the same smile

"oh God I'm so a lesbian"

"YOU'RE GAY?" Eddie screamed out

"Eddie that's rude" Y/N scolded as she slapped his head

"Y/N" she said nicely

Skipping over the part where Robin confirmed she was gay

"Ro..ro..Robin" shaking her hand weakly

Robin felt like she was dying

Clenching her thighs as she squirmed

"Steve you okay?" She asked

Steve blushed and nodded fast

Hands still covering his borner

"Eddie what is going on?"

"okay they saw your photos. The really hot and sexy one you made for me for tour. I'm sorry okay? They saw it all. The cum, the tits, the lingerie. I'm sorry!" Eddie rambled out

Y/N felt herself blush in embarrassment

"oh fuck" she whined, covering her face

"how did they even find those!" She slapped his arm in a small fit

"I left them on the bed" Eddie cringed out

Y/N went to apologize to the new girl she just met

Only to see she was so red in the face and sweating

"Robin is it? Are you okay? You look like you might pass out" Y/N said worried

Touching Robin's shoulder slightly

Robin didn't know her panties could get even wetter

"I'm perky..I MEAN PERFECTLY FINE!" Robin panicked

Running out of the room

Steve followed fast

"Jesus Eddie. Those are meant for tour!"

"hey I was horny and you were busy!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson smut

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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Round 5, Match 5

propaganda below the cut! (wall of text warning)

Trent Reznor:

"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""

"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"

"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"

"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."

"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"

Keanu Reeves:

"Best role model"

"I have several photos of keanu on my vision board on Pinterest because I need him so desperately"

"The most stunning, the sweetest, humble, funny, sincere, most gorgeous man alive probably. The internets boyfriend for a reason ya know what can you say? His looks do the taking for you. Like rivers edge Keanu? (80s so nvm) okay MOPI Keanu?? Riding that bike like nobody’s business in that hoodie leather jacket combo?????? Effervescent."

"This man screams KINDNESS AND LOYALTY. For that reason, it is enough. He is enough. More than enough."

"Majestic."

"i looked up keanu on pinterest to see what he looked like in the 90s and i ended up spiraling down a rabbit hole for half an hour just admiring his beauty. if that doesn’t prove that he deserves to win then idk what does"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #trent reznor #nine inch nails #keanu reeves #dogstar

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munsonmuses · 2 months

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Cold as Ice

Part Three Here

Synopsis: Eddie and yourself are settling into the domesticity of being a couple, which is strangely easy after all these years

Themes: domesticity, teeth rotting fluff, love and loss, lesbianism, Eddie being a pervert

Warnings: drinking, cursing, nudity, smutty behavior but not direct smut, Eddie being a perv

Word Count: 5.3k

You groaned lightly to yourself as you tried to drag yourself awake, feeling incredulously warm as you stared down at the very nude Eddie Munson lying on top of you. Patting his cheek lightly as you watched him grin lightly. Clearly playing asleep as he turned away to mask his amusement as you scoffed. “Edward Munson get off of me…” you muttered softly as you frowned to yourself. Earning a drawn out whine from Eddie as he nuzzled into your chest. “Why would I when your beautiful breasts are right here~” he crooned as you gagged. “Just call them tits-“ you insisted as you pushed him off and went to the restroom, closing the door on a chasing Eddie who leaned against the wood.

“My love…my light…the air that I breathe!” He cried dramatically. “I need to see you…please~” he whined as you carefully got cleaned up, brushed your teeth, and washed your face. Patting on toner as you grabbed your robe. The thick fleece decorated with embroidered puppies as you pulled your hair back behind your ears. “I’ll be right there honey…you’re as clingy as a goddamn leech.” You teased as you pulled open the sliding wood door, immediately feeling Eddie latch onto you as you hummed lightly. “Hey baby…” he crooned as he kissed you lightly, working on untying your robe as you pat his pawing hands away.

“Cmon, let me see them…” he begged as he peered down the front of your robe, finally getting a clear look at your tattoo. His eyes going wide as you cleared your throat nervously. A heart tattooed right above your right breast, in typically tattoo cursive was the word ‘succubus’ as Eddie hummed, leaning it and licking up from the point of the heart to your jaw as you squeaked in mock disgust. “No no don’t act all grossed out, you like the whole succubus thing…you like that I call you a demon, a vile energy sucking succubus…” he crooned as you laughed lightly.

“I do, I really do but I didn’t think you’d actually ever see it-“ you insisted as he laughed. Kissing your temple as he hummed. “Well I have, which means I should get one to match. What I am upset about is that I didn’t give it to you…” he insisted as you dismissed his amused upset. “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome to give me my next one.” You insisted as he smiled. Pressing his chest to yours as you grit him beginning to harden up against your thigh as you nipped at his lower lip. “You’re so fucking pretty Eddie…” you cooed, before being interrupted by the door opening as Eddie immediately ran for the bed, leaping under the covers as you fixed your robe and hummed nervously. Expecting your mom, or worse, Marilyn, but this was strangely even more humiliating. Sara, Steve, Robin, Rhiannon and Libby in the doorway as you coughed nervously. “Morning…?” You murmured.

“No way…no fucking way.” Libby whispered as she pointed at Eddie, then you, then back at Eddie as she scoffed lightly. “You spend all this time hating on Eddie just to fuck him?” She hissed between her teeth as you covered your face, whimpering in shame as Eddie hummed in pride. “No no, we didn’t fuck or whatever, we made love, like couples do-“ he crooned as Rhiannon ‘awed’, putting a hand on her heart as you scoffed. “Whatever, what the fuck are you guys doing here? How did you even get in?” You muttered as Sara raised her hand to interject.

“You didn’t tell any of us if you made it home, and your mom called me to check in on you since you hadn’t called her to check in with her…and you gave me a spare key that one time I brought Lynnie home.” She reasoned as she hummed. “Sooo, Steve and I picked up Robin, and Robin was over at Rhiannon’s house, and Rhiannon called Libby…” she finished as you raised a brow. “And what was Robin doing at your house…?” You questioned with Rhiannon who slowly linked pinkies with Robin, earning a curt nod of understanding. You wouldn’t pry, there was always a natural queerness about Rhiannon, and everyone knew it, so it was nice to know she’d found somebody.

“And that’s what led us here, to you covered in hickeys and Eddie currently hard under your sheets.” Sara finished as you scoffed lightly. Eddie covering himself with the pillow as you sighed. “Okay well…I’m gonna get dressed, and uh, you guys can go wait downstairs okay? I’ll make us breakfast.” You offered as Steve shrugged. “Only if you make home fries.” He insisted as you waved him off with muttered agreement. Watching them leave before looking at Eddie. Smacking him with a pillow.

“Making love? What the fuck is this some shitty romance novel?!” You hissed through laughter as he covered his face and snorted lightly. “Yeah but it was endearing…” he insisted as you climbed into bed, kissing him gently as you straddled his hips. “I’m gonna go get you some comfy clothes…and you’ll stay for breakfast.” You state, Eddie just humming in agreement. Watching as you walked off and closed the door behind yourself.

At the click of the knob, Eddie slipped on his boxers and hummed to himself lightly. Snooping around as he poked through your bookcase. Pulling out a photo album with ‘Camp Love’ printed on the front with a gold foil. Carefully flipping through it as he stared at pictures of your brace ridden face, freshly fourteen with long pigtails and a stark red shirt with the camps logo on it. Arms wrapped around a young Rhiannon and Elizabeth, before she’d decided to start going by Libby. The next few were of the three of you on different little adventures, then one with a young Sara and Steve, the last few with him and yourself. Young and cuddly, awkwardly holding hands, then one where the two of you hung from your dads flexed arms, dangling a bit as you both laughed. Had you guys really been that small? Had he been that happy before? Was the girl he left behind two years ago still that small? Was she still inside you?

Eddie’s trip down memory lane was broken by you clearing your throat, carefully reaching out with a sage green sweatshirt and some black basketball shorts. Specifically your dad’s sweatshirt and basketball shorts. “I um…I think you’ll fit into these? I know daddy was a little wider…though he would’ve been surprised at how big you’ve gotten. He’d say you’ve got hair like a hippie, he would’ve loved Corroded Coffin Eddie…” your voice was breaking as he carefully pulled you into his chest. Holding you tight as you sobbed into him.

“I am so sorry I wasn’t there…I should have been there…” he whispered as he made sure to stay as close as he could. Holding your sobbing form close as he kissed the crown of your head. “Honey I am so fucking sorry.” His own voice breaking as he pulled back to look at you. Seeing the sweet face of that fourteen year old girl, small and broken, left behind by him. Looking into the small mirror to the side of yourselves, he saw that same fourteen year old boy. He would know what to do.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you as he nuzzled your neck. Holding you till his arms ached from the squeeze. Hearing your sobs. Had you sobbed that hard on nights he wasn’t there? on days where nothing felt like it was going to get better? Begging him in desperation to fix the ache in your heart?

He gently lifted your chin as he wiped your sleepy and sad eyes, humming softly as he kissed between your brows. “Let’s get dressed okay? But we can take all the time we need to go down there.” He reasoned gently, earning a curt nod from you as he walked you carefully over to your closet, helping you pick out a sweatshirt and some shorts as he smiled lightly. “Now that I’m back, you can’t really get rid of me…” he informed with a soft laugh. “I don’t want to get rid of you Eddie…never did.” You murmured as he sighed and helped slide the sweatshirt over your head. “I know sweetheart…I promise I won’t leave, it would take something supernatural to take me from you at this point.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Go get dressed baby…”

Eddie did as asked, slipping on his own sweatshirt and bottoms as he looked at himself in your vanity. Taking a hair tie as he pulled his hair into a low bun and hummed to himself as he took your expectant hand. Heading out and downstairs to the smell of turkey sausage quarters and waffles. Sara at the stove with Steve wrapped around her, Robin and Rhiannon in the living room setting up tv trays. Libby on the couch instructing them where to set everything up.

“I was gonna make breakfast you know?” You told Sara gently as she waved you away lightly, humming contentedly as Steve nuzzled into her neck. The two were attached at the hip which was always nice knowing both of their struggles with finding the one. “I thought it would help a bit if I made it, but Steve won’t stop bitching about how all you have is turkey meat rather than pork or beef.” She mused as Steve nodded. “It’s weird? Are you guys like…a religion that can’t eat pork that I never knew about?” He asked as you laughed lightly.

“We’re not religious, Steven . We’re just conscious of dangers. My mom’s a nurse. Apparently too much red meat will give you a heart attack or something.” You explained as Steve quirked a brow. “That sounds like a load of bull but…okay.” He murmured softly as you rolled your eyes.

While the three of you were talking, Eddie had taken it upon himself to work on coffee and call Wayne to tell him where he was. Starting the coffee pot before picking up the landline off the wall. Dialing the number carefully.

“Hey Wayne…did I wake you up I’m sorry if I did? I uh, I’m at Josie’s. Just wanted to tell you…yeah that one.” he looked over his shoulder at you. “Yeah we’re gonna be okay…” he insisted softly as he smiled to himself. “I’ll be home later.” He promised. “Oh uh…yeah I can bring Josie over, if she wants…” he offered with a soft smile as you nodded silently, working on getting plates ready. Working in tandem with Sara and Steve who were finishing off breakfast and placing it all neatly.

Eddie hung up quietly as he carefully walked over to you, slipping his arms around your waist as he hummed to himself, kissing at your neck lightly as you squealed with laughter. Batting him away as he continued. “Don’t fight it, it’s like a heat sealing missile-“ he insisted as you pulled him into a regular kiss. Holding him tight as Libby scoffed. “All of you are gross, so so gross…” she muttered with a grin as she carefully came over to pour herself a cup of coffee. Breakfast getting on its way as you all ate and caught up with each other, grateful for one another’s company. The two other couples and Libby leaving around two in the afternoon. Leaving you and Eddie to your devices.

His hands lazily worked their way up your shirt, rubbing your sides under his calloused hands as he hummed to himself lightly. Carefully tracing along your ribs as you hummed down at him. “Whaddya wanna do with our day?” He asked gently as he nuzzled your jaw lightly, earning a contented hum from you as you kissed the crown of his head. “We’ve gotta get ready to go see Wayne…you told him you’d bring me over…” you reminded gently as he sighed. “Okay yeah…uh…should we shower or? Should we just go?” He asked as you snorted lightly. “Go shower Eddie-“ you murmured as you sent him on his way upstairs, working on cleaning up the living room as you heard the shower start up. Turning on the radio by the sink as She-Bop played through the speakers, humming along as the front door opened. Your mom coming in with Marilyn in tow, the young girl racing over and wrapping her arms around you. “Hey, kid…” you greeted softly as she hummed softly. “Do you have a rash on your neck?” She murmured as she pointed to the hickeys splotched across your neck and shoulders. Grateful for Marilyn’s innocence to the depravity of the adult world.

The rash comment immediately caught your mom’s attention, setting her bag down as she carefully walked over. “I think they’re bites…” she commented softly as she caught your eye and hummed in a knowing manner, like all mothers with daughters do. Understanding the severity of the situation. “Lyn honey go put your dirty laundry and sleeping bag in the laundry room please…” your mom insisted, making sure she left before gently holding your face.

“You um…you just need to be careful okay? I know you and Eddie are adults, but you’re still finishing school honey…you need to make that a priority. I’m not saying you can’t date okay? You’re more than allowed just…be careful. Don’t um…” she chewed on her inner cheek, nerves running high. “Don’t get pregnant?” You asked softly as she nodded swiftly. “I’m still on the pill mom, I won’t risk it okay? No babies.” You promised softly as she exhaled in slight relief. Finding compromise in the situation.

“So uh…are you guys staying here? Or are you going out for the day?” She asked as you smiled lightly. “We’re going to see Wayne…and I think Eddie has band practice? It’s a Sunday. So I might go to that too.” You explained as you put the dishes on the drying rack. Hearing the shower in your room shut off as you smiled. “I’m gonna go get dressed, there’s a plate for you in the fridge.” You kissed her cheek before padding upstairs. Eddie sliding into his jeans, droplets of eager running from his hair and down his shoulders as you worked on finding something to wear. Slipping on a color block sweater and some wide inseam shorts. Working on a belt as Eddie smiled lightly. “I like those shorts…make your butt look tight.” He insisted softly, earning a snort of laughter from you as you worked on your rings and pendants. “Is Wayne wanting me to bring anything oooor?” You prompted in your reflection as Eddie scratched the stubble on his jaw. “Mmm, no…don’t think so. But you could bring those awesome fuckin’ lemon squares? He likes those.” Eddie insisted as you carefully applied mascara. “I mean…I can do that but you’ll have to help me.” You bargained as Eddie fixed his hair carefully. “Deal.”

Heading downstairs, Eddie trailed immediately after you as Marilyn peeked out of her room and chased after the two of you, grinning big as she squeezed in to walk beside Eddie. “Can I help?” She squeaked as Eddie hummed. “I dunno Lynnie, can you keep up?” he asked as she furrowed her brows, deathly serious as she nodded. “I was born for this Eddie,” she insisted as you laughed lightly, getting to work.

Eddie worked on making the graham cracker crust as Marilyn and yourself worked on making the filling, mixing the condensed milk, egg yolks and lemon juice together. Squealing loudly as Eddie swiped some off of the edge of the bowl. Marilyn following suit as you gasped playfully. “You’re like children, stop it-“ you insisted through a fit of giggles as Marilyn licked the filling off her finger. “I am a child, what’s his excuse?” She insisted as Eddie shrugged. “I’m young at heart?” He attempted to excuse as you rolled your eyes. Working on filling the crust filled pan and slotting it into the oven.

Leaning against the counter, you watched as Eddie tossed a bit of flour at Marilyn, causing a wave of giggles to leave the two as they made a mess, though the mess was worth it. Marilyn hadn’t smiled this big since everything had shut down in your lives. Watching Eddie pick the girl up and swing her around as you laughed, walking to the living room and grabbing the large camera off of the knickknack shelf. Turning to face the pair. “Smile big-“ you insisted, the two flour covered fools grinning wide as you snapped a few pictures. Looking up to see the two stalking towards you as you backed up carefully. “Hey, whoa no no I really like this sweat-“

You gasped loudly as Eddie pulled you in tight, pinning your arms as he smattered powdery kissed all over your face as Marilyn shook the excess flour off her hands into your hair. Laughing and kicking as you tried to get away from the two. “Stop it stop it! Oh my god!” You squealed as you were pulled back into the kitchen, reaching for your sister in false distress as Eddie grinned. “Oh no, you’re not going unscathed~” he laughed as he pinned you to the counter, kissing you lightly as you held his face. Leaving fingerprints in the powder dusting his face as you heard the camera shutter. Turning to see Marilyn grinning as she set it down. “It’s a good picture, don’t worry…” she assured as you hummed. “Thank you Lynnie.”

Once the giggles settled, the three of you worked on cleaning up the kitchen while the lemon squares baked. Humming along to whatever Fleetwood Mac song was playing on the radio as Eddie worked on getting the flour out of Marilyn’s red curls with a wet napkin. “I think this one might warrant a full shower Annie…” he spoke, tone deathly serious as the young girl gasped dramatically. “No, say it isn’t true-“ she cried in feigned distress as Eddie threw a hand against his forehead. “I’m afraid your case is critical, only shampoo can save you now~” he teased as he pat her shoulder. “Head on to the bathroom Lyn.” You insisted as you kissed her head and watched her disappear as you sighed. Turning to face Eddie as you wiped his face. “Thank you for playing with her…I’m sure she appreciated it.” You whispered as you kissed him lightly, continuing with the light pecking as he smiled. “Of course, Annie’s my protege…someone’s gotta raise hell after the two of us walk the stage.” He insisted gently, staring into your eyes as he smiled. “Hey honey I uh-“ he was cut off by the timer going off as you pulled away to grab the oven mitts and free the snack from the oven. Setting them down to cool. “You were saying?”

Eddie wanted to continue. Tell you how much he loved you, he wanted to give you the world then and there. But his mouth had gone dry, the moment had passed, his muscles felt stiff. He couldn’t say it now, the words dying in his throat. “I uh…I love lemon squares.” He insisted as you quirked a brow. “I figured…” you insisted gently as you smiled to yourself. “You’re the only person who might like them more than my mom,” you added as you shook the flour out of your hair. “Okay I’m gonna go get my shoes on, and we can take these with us,” you offered as Eddie nodded. Joining you in slipping on your shoes as he smiled. “You look so pretty…” he complimented as you quirked a brow in disbelief. “I’m covered in flour but…thank you hon,” you pecked his cheek before going to grab the squares. “Let’s go,”

It wasn’t too long of a ride to the trailer park, staring at the dusty blue and white trailer you’d known so well in your early teens, now a ghostly memory that was coming back into relevance. Two paths coming back together after the fork in the road. Wayne peering out past the screen door as you got out, carrying the Pyrex dish as Wayne grunted lightly. “Boy, carry the ladies dish,” he insisted as Eddie took it slowly. Wayne immediately pulling you into an embrace as you smiled lightly. “You are not that tiny lil lady with the braces and braids anymore…” he lamented as he smiled. A familiarity in the whole situation.

Wayne was family to you, your own family unit having been so small your whole life, that Wayne had just filled a portion of that. “Yeah I um, I’m twenty now. I’m not a little girl anymore…but growing up has been interesting,” you answered as you entered the trailer, grinning as you headed into the kitchen after Eddie. Searching for a knife as Wayne looked over in curiosity. “Josie made lemon squares, you remember those?” Eddie asked as Wayne grunted in agreement. “I do, I remember I nearly had to go up a size in jeans…” he laughed lightly. “Thank you Jo.” He insisted as you carefully sliced them. “Of course Wayne, anything for my number one fan.” You joked as you handed him his plate, Eddie whining as you shushed him. Getting him a plate ready as Eddie grinned. “Thank you baby…” he whispered as you nodded. “Anything for my number two fan,” you tease as Eddie feigned disbelief. “I’m your boyfriend.” He insisted as you shrugged. “Yet Wayne loves my baking more~” you teased, heading to sit on the well loved couch with the guys as you ate.

The three of you made decent small talk, catching up with Wayne as you all ran through the sweet treats. Working on cleaning up as Wayne cleared his throat. “Hon I’m uh, I’m sorry about your old man. He was a staple in town, a big loss.” Wayne started as you grew still, quiet. “Yeah uh, it was hard. Still kinda is?” You laughed nervously as Eddie awkwardly picked at the crust left on his plate. “Is your mom okay?” Wayne asked as you smiled nervously. “We uh…yeah, now we are. I was out of school for about two years to work? Until mom got her promotion. Shifting incomes was hard.” You whispered as you scratched your neck nervously. “Are you okay?” Wayne asked as Eddie gently kicked his shin. “I’m fine, but I do wanna stop talking about this please Wayne?” You insisted as Wayne nodded softly. “You still work at the arcade?” He tried to change the subject. “Yup, with Sara, we make good money. I work after school, then go home, same routine each day.” You insisted as you hummed nervously.

Eddie cleared his throat lightly as he rubbed his thighs. “We’re gonna go over to Gareth’s…see you later Wayne.” He insisted as he took your hand, heading back to the van and helping you in, albeit in a bit of a rush. Running around and hopping in himself as he exhaled slowly. “I am so sorry about Wayne-“ he started carefully as you shut him down. “It’s okay, he was being sympathetic…it’s okay Eddie.” You promised as he smiled nervously. “It’s okay honey, I promise. He’s trying to be there for me.” You defended as Eddie carefully reversed and sighed lightly. “Yeah well he shouldn’t have pried-“ he insisted as you scoffed.

“Maybe I wanted him to pry? Like I wanted you to pry?” You snapped as he frowned to himself. “That’s not fair.” He shot back as you sighed. “Eddie I appreciate you trying to defend me, but you don’t get to decide how I feel dear.” You whispered as you took his hand carefully, Eddie pulling away in muttered frustration as you frowned. “Eddie.” You tried to get his attention as he drove to Gareth’s house and you grew quiet. Swallowing your guilt and frustration. “I’m sorry.” You whispered softly as he frowned. “Fuck, don’t apologize, I’m mad at myself…you don’t deserve to be treated like shit because I’m mad.” He insisted as you frowned lightly. “Baby I’ve forgiven you. You don’t need to beat yourself up. I shouldn’t have thrown it in your face.” You insisted as you kissed him lightly at a stop sign.

Pulling into the Emerson family driveway, you stared in at Grant, Jeff and Gareth getting set up as you got out. The guys sharing glances as Eddie raced around the car to put you back in the van, then open your door and help you out as he kissed your knuckles. Earning a half hearted laugh from you as you stuck him to hip. His hand in your back pocket as you were guided to a couch in the corner. “Hey guys…”

“Hey uh…what’re you doing here?” Grant asked softly as you shrugged. “I dunno, girlfriend things? Coming to band practice and stuff…” you said softly as Jeff quirked a brow. “Don’t you guys hate each other?” He whispered as Eddie laughed. “Hate is just passionate love…” he crooned as you snorted with laughter. The band seemingly loaded with questions which the two of you gladly answered. The guys foregoing practice to snoop around in your personal lives, getting fully up to date with the relationship you both had. Gareth going inside and grabbing a six pack of beers for the five of you as he hummed.

“So each of us gets one…but the last one? We can either ignore it? Or we can play for it…” Gareth challenged as he drummed on his thighs, humming lightly. “Okay, what do we wanna play for it?” Jeff mumbled as you grinned wide. “We could play mercy…” you whispered with a grin as Grant laughed. “Mercy? What are we? Seven?” He asked as you leaned forward, nose to nose with him as you grinned. “What are you? Scared?” You crooned as he shoved you back gently with a laugh, Eddie pulling you into his side. “Let’s do it., winner has to shotgun their beer in celebratory success” Gareth insisted.

“Me versus Grant, Josie versus Jeff, then Gareth will go against the winners of each of those rounds. Deal?” Eddie asked as everyone came to an agreement, getting situated on the floor as you each got to work.

Jeff interlocked hands with you as you hummed softly, letting Gareth count you in before getting to playing. Pushing back against Jeff’s fingers as you struggled to bend one another’s hands back, panting lightly in frustration as you locked eyes. “I don’t go down easy Jeff…” you warned as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah but I’ve got strong fingers.” He argued as you kept pushing, shoving his index finger back as he hissed, calling mercy as he backed up a bit. “Fuck me man…” he murmured as you laughed lightly, fixing your hair back as Grant beat Eddie, Eddie muttering to himself in bitter loss as you laughed. Sipping from your beer as you watched Grant and Gareth start. The two pushing hard as Gareth’s fingers were bent back, hissing in pain as Grant grunted in discomfort before yelping lightly as his wrist was bent back. Gareth grinning wide as he looked towards you. “Cmon Josie.”

You furrowed your brows as you slammed back the rest of your beer, humming lightly and setting the empty can down. “Winner has to shotgun the beer yeah?” You asked as Gareth nodded, Eddie coming in to referee. “No dirty business, no cheating, so no bending back the middle of ring fingers. Calling for a re-grip ends the match. Ready. Set. Go.”

You pushed hard, Gareth was definitely stronger, he had insane grip on your hands, but you were stubborn, pushing back with fervor as Gareth grimaced lightly. The two of you maintaining intense eye contact as you scowled. “Fucking hell…gareth give in.” You pressed as he shook his head. “No fucking way, you’re not getting my beers.” He insisted as you bent back his thumb and he cried out, pulling away before realization donned. “Fuck! No that’s not fair-“ he whined as you picked up the beer carefully, taking Eddie’s keys and pulling his pocket knife over. Notching the side of the can and popping the tab as you chugged down the beer. Humming excitedly to yourself as you pulled away with a laugh. “Get fucked Emerson,” you hissed as he flipped you off. Eddie grinning big as he pulled you close.

“That was so fucking hot-“ he muttered as he kissed you deeply, pushing you to the floor as the rest of the band gagged, shouting ‘get a room’ and other shared sentiments as you rolled your eyes, pushing Eddie off of yourself and sighing. “If this is what band practice is always like, can I keep coming over?” You asked as the three looked between each other. Holding their thumbs sideways, before one by one flipping them upwards. “You may come and go as you please. The council has decided.” Gareth declared as you hummed contentedly. “Thank you, oh wise and noble council, I, Succubus Josie of the depths of hell thank you for your generosity,” you played along as Eddie growled against your neck. “Keep up the nerdy talk that’s so fucking hot-“ he insisted as you laughed. “We’re gonna leave…thank you guys for letting us come over,” you hummed as you helped Eddie off of you and back to the van as he hummed.

“Do you wanna stay the night with me? At the trailer?” He asked softly as you hummed in thought. “Yes, but we have to go pick up my car from Rhia’s.” You bargained as he slowly nodded in agreement.

After a mildly awkward exchange with Rhiannon for your keys while she was occupied with ‘something’ that she wouldn’t disclose, you made the drive to the trailer park. Parking beside Eddie as you padded inside. Wayne having left for his night shift already as you padded into Eddie’s room. The smell of incense and weed having soaked into the carpets and walls. Eddie searching through his closet before tossing you a well worn Def Leppard shirt and some boxers as you smiled.

Eddie turned around, frozen at the sight of you stripping. He’d expected you to go to the bathroom, or even turn your back to him, but this was okay too. Watching with a grin as you slipped on his shirt and boxers. Flopping into his bed as he crawled on top of you. Pressing light kisses to your jaw. “Hey princess…” he cooed as you ran your nails over his scalp. “Hi honey…do you wanna smoke a little, eat the last of the lemon squares, play a lil guitar?” You asked softly as he hummed in agreement. “Sounds like a great night.” He insisted softly as he got off to prepare a bowl in his very well loved bong, letting you go and gather lemon squares.

Padding down the hall, you smiled at a few pictures on the wall of a young Eddie with Wayne, and two with you at camp love and your freshman year homecoming dance. Terribly awkward looking young teens with eyes wide, full of anxiety. Grinning at the sight as you carefully worked on plating the squares, grabbing two beers from the fridge as you went back to the bedroom.

Eddie was getting an early start, taking a decently long rip from the bong, and pulling back as he exhaled upward. Looking utterly ethereal as you slid to sit behind him on the bed. Slotting him between your legs as you followed suit. Taking a smaller but still fulfilling rip as you kissed the crown of his head. Opening up the beers and smiling to yourself as you both got comfortable for the night. Eddie picking up his guitar carefully as he strummed out the beginning chords for ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’, bobbing his head as you chose to sing along a bit.

‘Darken the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, earth is afire’ you started as he continued carefully, letting you set the pace as he grinned lightly. The two of you naturally in sync with each other as you worked through the music. Eddie finishing you out before looking up at you.

“Hey Josie?…I love you…” he whispered as you smiled lightly.

“I love you too Eddie.”

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jellyluvr · 10 months

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Lovemaker - peter maximoff

X fem reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Tw: nothing much. Peter is a little suggestive I guess? Basically fluff but it's definitely not comforting. Vomit too. And women's restrooms.

S: you have your first encounter with peter, a raging bimbo, and chocolate wap. (Waffles n pancakes you dirty bitch)

LOVE THIS GIF OF HIM LMFAOOO

Some of mentions of like gayish stuff? Or lesbian stuff? Only like two sentences but there u go

Title is ass!! I'm aware. Source of happiness was assier so this one is personally better

You were in your typical store. Movietown it was. Pretty cool, movies and Pokémon cards everywhere. You were specifically checking out the adult section. Yknow... just for fun. And as you scanned through the various covers with girls half naked, you found one. You looked at it for a second more.. high school musical?

That Janet girl at the front really needed to do her job better. But, whatever. You just continued to look for some more cleavage as you circled the section. Someone caught your eye though. Besides Janet, there was a guy. With silver hair. You were peeking at him over the shelf, and you watched him sneak a few dvds into his jacket. As you watched, he suddenly disappeared. Gone.

A gush of air hissed at your face, and you turned to see what happened.

"It's rude to stare, yknow.." the guy with the silver hair said, looking at the girls with cleavage with you. He noticed you were a girl... were you gay? He chuckled a bit to himself, but he didn't ask. Maybe you were just trying to find inspiration.

"Who are you??" You whispered, your eyes shifting from him to the dvd covers.

"You don't know who I am?" He whispered back, seeming a bit surprised.

"No, obviously not dumbass??" You commented back in a whisper shout.

"Peter maximoff? Quicksilver..?" He turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed. You just shook your head 'no'. You didn't know who he was at all.

He just stared for a moment before the corners of his lips turned up. He grinned, and snickered some.

"You're lying aren't you..." he laughed a little, then straightened himself up, still giggling.

"Well, I'm peter." He said, refraining from laughing as much. You weren't laughing at all though, you just nodded with what he said while you thought about who the fuck this guy thought he was.

"What's your name?" He said casually, grabbing a DVD with some girls tits on it.

"Y/n." You said curtly. You wanted to come off as rude at this point. You didn't really want to talk to this random guy.

"So why'd you steal that stuff?" You said, staring at the various borderline pornos infront of you. Maybe you did want to talk to him. He seemed nice..?

" 'cause I can. Plus, it's fun. Wanna try?" He laughed some, his hand going to your shoulder and rubbing it in a very unsettling way. He put himself in check and immediately took his hand off when you looked at him like he murdered somebody.

"No. I'm good." Peter was starting to catch on to your slight attitude. He found it more amusing than annoying.. so he didn't mind in the slightest.

"So why you lookin' at the porn section?" He asked, placing the DVD back. All the covers did have girls in bikinis and other various porn things..

But the question threw you off. Maybe it was for the latter option, or it was for some lame excuse. Either were equally embarrassing. Nothing. "Nothing." You responded. It was a lie. Now you looked dumb.. he probably thought you were going to bring those home and do something with them.

"No, I was just like, looking over there for fun." Now you were being somewhat truthful. Half of you wanted to stay there because you just liked all the hot girls. You couldn't deny it... and it made you start to realize why boys liked tits so much.

"For fun? What kind of fun?" Peter snickered, his eyes scanning over the DVD covers. He knew he was annoying. That was why it was so fun. "J.k!" He laughed seeing your reaction. You were pissed, and he was very aware of that. But he really did like how pissy you were. It made him feel nice. Like his heart was beating only for you. That's what made him shut up.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat looking at your straight face. His dimples still showed through, but he was trying his best. "You wanna go get coffee with me or somethin'?"

He knew damn well he didn't drink coffee despite his energy. It wasn't like he could say 'you wanna go get some twinkies with me?'. It would've made it weird, and he only wanted to make you happy. Plus, he had only seen your smile once. He wanted to see it again.. and again.. and again.

"Where'd we go?" You said abruptly, crashing his thoughts while he thought about a coffee place. Starbucks? That was a great place right? "Starbucks..?" He said sheepishly. He had no idea about the real world. He just stayed snuggled up in his mom's basement and occasionally went out to steal stuff. Like that day.

"Or (your local coffee place)?" Peter just stared for a second nodding his head. You were calm. But half of your stomach was flipping and your mind was making your heart beat faster... it was so much at one time.

"Okay.. cool... so there then..?" He smiled. He looked so dumb, but he looked cute in a way too. He really just wanted to go out with you some. Plus he was practically drooling over you. He was honored you had even looked in his direction.

"Yeah. There'd be cool." You smiled back, taking one last look at the dvds. You didn't have a car. Let's face it... you were one broke ass motherfucker. You didn't even know why you had gone in here.. maybe to steal the gumballs at the front? No one would ever know. But everyone did know you definitely weren't rich. You lived with your mom, just like peter.

"So do you have a car or??" You asked quite embarrassed. Peter didn't have a car. Obviously?

He laughed lightly. He loved showing off, especially to cute girls.

So, he placed his hand on the back of your neck, the other going to grab your waist. You knew he did that on purpose, but you didn't say anything to avoid an awkward conversation. You were confused, but you didn't even have time for that. (Literally. Get it? Cuz he's like rlly fast and she can't go that fast?)

Everything became a blur of colors as air snapped at your face. Your neck went back, but thankfully peters hand was there. In about 2 or more seconds, you were at (ur fav coffee shop or smth). Then, everything began to spin. Your life looked like horrible watercolors.. everything was blurred, but not blurred. Then, you stomach felt like it had been kicked in. You felt the sudden urge to throw up, and peter had you in the women's restroom in an instant.

You were bent over the toilet, peter standing next to you. (It was the wheelchair accessible stall). You gagged, and then finally threw up whatever you had eaten. Peter looked away, his hand pulling on his mouth as he did.

"Don't worry... it's normal." He muttered, his eyes closing at your gags. He never liked this part when he took people on rides. Or runs.. or whatever you should call it.

As you finished your... session... you flushed the toilet and got up before going to the sink. You felt somewhat better now, kind of. You stared into the mirror, sighing before putting your hands under the sink, rubbing them to hopefully turn it on. That was when you realized it wasn't motion sensor, and peter just snickered as you turned the faucet on. You wiped your face, washing your mouth out a few times. It still tasted gross..

Then, a girl shrieked. Like full on movie quality.. she could've gotten a role in scream queens.

You looked over, and it was of course some bimbo. She looked at Peter, then at you, then at Peter. Peter was confused at first, but then it hit him. This was the women's restroom, he was clearly a guy. That was the issue, and he put his hands up, trying to show he wasn't a threat. It made you laugh a little.

The smile was wiped off instantly as you watched the girl lunge at him, her pink purse aiming for his face. You gasped, watching as Peter zipped past her, then grabbing you like before.

And now, you were in some crusty basement. The dizziness was back too...

"Ugh.." You groaned, leaning on the wall as you tried to recover. Peter just laughed at you, and at what had just happened. Would've been much worse if he chose the men's. God.. that would've been a horrible day for you.

"Yknow, women's restrooms are clean. That's like, no fair. At all." He chuckled, his hand rubbing your hair before he found a place on the floor. Bright lights. And pop colors shined in your face. Once your eyes adjusted though, you realized peter had his own mini arcade. But 2 out of 3 of the games were broken. Or 'out of order'. How retro.

"Well, change of plans.." He sighed, a grin still tugging at his lips. He watched you come over to sit next to him, his back leaning against the couch. The floor was much more comfy than the couch. Everyone knew that.

"We could like see who can fit the most gummybears in their mouth? Or somethin' else.." he winked, a laugh escaping his throat. You stared at him in disbelief for a second, laughing a little too. You didn't understand why something so dumb could be so funny.

You two just sat there for a minute, thinking really. You both were sitting 'criss cross applesauce' (I don't know the correct term, forgive me), your knees touching. Your head turned to peter, and his head turned to yours as his lips met his nose. He seemed to have done it unintentionally, but you couldn't help but laugh. Peter laughed some too, but pulled himself together from an idea.

"Waffles or pancakes?" He asked, a little smirk showing. That was a hard question. A really hard one.. eggos were to die for and the pancakes your mom made were also incredibly delicious...

"Both." You responded, feeling quite proud of yourself for coming up with the best response. He scoffed, that smile still on his face.

Then, before you knew it, peter was gone. But only for about 3 seconds before he returned with pancakes... and Waffles.... all on one plate stacked like in the commercials. What was even better was the chocolate syrup oozing from the crevices of each waffle or pancake. It made your mouth water.

Peter set the plate down infront of you, you moving to lay on your belly as you looked at the pancakes. Peter was still standing up, and he thought for a moment. "Wait, I forgot something.." he zipped away, then zipped back, soda in his hands. Coke.

He set one coke down next to you, and you felt the coldness radiate off of it. Peter then moved down to lay on his belly as well, your side having a fork and a knife, his the same. Your eyes barely met over the tower of calories infront of you, but neither of you seemed to care.

"You might wanna wait a minute before opening that, by the way." He gestured towards the coke. He had just ran with it at like really high speeds so it probably wasn't the best idea to just open it. It'd probably explode in your face, so you just nodded grabbing a fork and pulling off the pancake at the top. It was covered in chocolate of course, and you began to eat it, your mouth being careful not to bite into just syrup.

Peter laughed some, but he also began to eat the waffle under the pancake, etc. He bit into it, humming at the taste. "I fuckin'..." he paused to chew, "love waffles.." he took another bite, one cheek full of food at the other covered with his dimple. You laughed at him, continuing to eat your pancake happily.

"So.. this is a date right?" You asked, swallowing down your food and clearing your throat from how much you had eaten.

"Yup. A shitty one.." he bit down into the waffle, his teeth purposely showing. There was chocolate syrup all over them, but you just thought it was cute.

"No! I like it. Thanks for the pancakes too." You smiled, a genuine one. Peters eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, and he then looked back down at the waffle hanging from his mouth.

"And waffles.." he mumbled, his mouth full of food. He had no manners at all..

But, once he swallowed he cleared his throat looking at your lips again. "You got somethin'.. on yer mouth." He mumbled, his thumb going up to wipe it. It was chocolate, but you couldn't help but notice how he had gotten closer, his thumb wiping away the sweet goodness.

He snickered, seeing a smudge.

"Here.. lemme get that for ya.." he leaned in, and before you could react he kissed you. Way off from your lips, actually at the corner of your mouth, but atleast it was a sweet kiss. A sugary chocolate one.

You giggled, letting him kiss you.

"God... I'm stuffed." You stood up, shaking off that he had just kissed you. And then, you realized just what he was gonna say. He stood up, getting eye level.

"I can stuff you up with somethin' else.." he laughed, leaning back as his eyes wrinkled. He thought he was just the funniest person ever.

"Yeah. You should be a comedian.." you rolled your eyes, turning away as you laughed some.

Maybe it was funny. Just a little bit.

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Hope u guys like it!! Yes, there will he another part. Also, sorry for the horrible flirting I don't know if peter would be this bold or not. Anyway, thanks 4 reading!!

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moderndaycassandra · 5 months

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We're both on the sidewalk, walking opposite directions, about to pass each other.

I look at your hair, gently flowing behind as you walk. I try to turn my gaze away, desperate to not seem like I'm staring, but it's too late. You've already noticed, and as you look me over you spot the lesbian flag pin on my purse. You smile to yourself and slow your pace so our pass takes longer. "I like your pin." you say with a hint of playfulness, pointing to my purse. I follow your finger to the flag and blush "Oh, uh, th-thanks. I like your hair." I stutter, face glowing red. You offer a cheeky smile as we walk by, and I turn my gaze to the sidewalk to hide my rosy cheeks.

The next day, we're at the same place again walking opposite directions. We offer another round of simple greetings and compliments. "Good morning!" "It's a cold one today." "Nice shirt, love that band." "New shoes?" This proceeds every day until the seventh. This time, you come to a full stop. "So, where are you headed?" you ask, taking a couple of steps backwards to stay next to me as I slow my pace and look up, meeting your eyes. They shine with sincerity. "Oh, uh, just getting coffee. There's a little cafe just up the road." Taking the unspoken invitation, you turn on your heel and begin to walk with me. "Yeah? Let me guess, Rose's Garden?" "Uh-huh. The one with the cat." "Mind if I tag along?" My brain bursts into flame as my face erupts a beautiful shade of red. I pull my scarf up nonchalantly to try and cover up. "S-sure." We walk in silence for a couple of steps before you grow bored of it. "So. You go to school here?" "N-no. My friend does and they needed a roommate, so I moved in with them. What about you?" "Yeah. Not quite sure what I want though. Just taking gen-ed for a year or two while I figure it out. I think I want to do something with biology maybe." "Heheh, I'm sure you'll....figure it out." My heart is beating so hard I'm surprised you haven't commented on the noise.

We arrive at the coffee shop and order our drinks. We take a table by the window and talk for twenty minutes or so between sips. We talk about our interests, make jokes, and slowly realize we have a lot in common. This becomes our new daily routine. We walk to the cafe, get coffee, and chat for a while, every day. At some point, we trade phone numbers and begin texting during our free time. Every time I see that little (1) pop up on my phone, the flame of passion ignites; I've just gotten a bit more used to it. After a couple of weeks, we start hanging out. You come to my apartment and I introduce you to my roommate, the next week I come to your house and meet your cat. At some point, we start going out. We never say the word date, but you don't go to roller rinks, mini-golf, cinema, attend weddings, and go to fancy dinners if you're just friends. At least, not this frequently, right?

A year or so later, we're lying on our backs on a grassy hill. The ground is chilled from the autumn air, but that doesn't dissuade us. Our laughter dies down from the last joke you told as we stare at the clouds. I point one out that looks like a giraffe, your favorite animal. I turn my head to see if you're looking. And you are, but not at the cloud, you're looking at me. That same sparkle in your eyes and joy in your smile. "I love you." you say quietly. We've both said it before, plenty of times. But always as friends, purely platonic. This time, it's different. Something about those three words feels different. You mean it. "I-" my throat goes dry, the flame in my brain erupts into an inferno and my arm goes limp, dropping into the grass. The edges of my vision fade away as I stare into your eyes. My face grows redder than it ever has before, only this time I don't try to hide it. "I love you too." You reach an arm behind my head and I reach behind your back as we pull each other close. Time loses all meaning as our lips meet and we kiss for the first time. The singular moment feels like it lasted an eternity, yet it wasn't nearly long enough. You pull away, leaving our lipsticks smeared and mixed.

The next year goes by fairly slowly, not too different from the first. Only now, we're not just friends, we're partners. You're my girlfriend, and I'm yours. The passion and excitement still hasn't died down. Years go by, you graduate college and get a job. I go back to school and get my degree. We have two kids and we watch as they grow up and go through school and find themselves partners, just as we found each other. Decades later, one of us dies, leaving the other alone. Which one is which? It doesn't really matter. By this point, our selves are so ingrained into each other that we're incomplete, merely two parts of a whole, but one part is missing. It isn't long before the other passes, and we rejoin in eternity, a loving embrace that lasts forever.

Then, I blink. We're back on the sidewalk that first day and I'm staring at your hair. You notice, then look at my purse. You open your mouth as if to say something, but decide against it.

We pass each other in silence.

#lgbtqia #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #pride #queer #lesbian yearning #sapphic yearning #wlw yearning

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imthetunnelunderoceanblvd · 1 year

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Hiiiii!!!! I’m super gay and was wondering if you are open to writing an avatar Walker x metkayina! Fem reader x zdog smut. They both discover metkayina reader when they were torturing the metkayina clan and they are smitten by her so they kidnap her. Then pls make it smut where they take her virginity with their strapons, fingering, pussy eating (metkayina reader eats their pussies), and then a forced soul tie. They are both very cocky, dominant, and rough with reader. I hope this isn’t too dark and something you’re willing to write

zdinarsk x metkayina!fem!reader x walker.

warnings: vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem. rec.) masturbating, fxfxf, lesbian sex !!, face riding, threesome, slight dirty talking (if you squint!!), slight praising (not really), facials,pls tell me if i forgot any!

zdinarsk and walker were fascinated by the way the metkayina women looked, their hair, clothes, bodies, they've never seen this much women since they woke up as na’vi, they were in heaven..

when the z-dog saw you, tears in your eyes running down your cheeks, the way your wet clothes clung to you body, espicially your top, the fabric of your tiny top that did nothing to cover your entire chest clung to your boobs, defining your perky tits. what caught her attention was your hard nipples, she knew walker would like to look at a pretty thing like you. "look," z-dog said smirking as she nudged walker with her elbow, the woman groaned at her for doing that and looked at what z-dog pointed, "oh shit.." was all walker could think of, she was absolutely shocked with the mesmerizing view she was looking at.

the two women looked at each other, shit eating smirk on both their lips.

and that's how you ended up in this situation, woth z-dog sitting on your face grinding her hips down on your mouth as you lapped up her juices as you laid on your back, legs wide open and shaking, one hand on z-dog's waist, three fingers pinching her skin, thumb rubbing on the flesh, the other hand on walkers head, tugging at her hair as her fingers worked inside you, curling and abusing your sweet spot.

you were trying your best to be good and follow their orders since z-dog pressed her gun to your back. the cold metal made goosebumps appear all over your skin. they were both talking, but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

z-dog's tank top had already been thrown somewhere neither you nor walker are going to find it, her fingers on her nipple playing with the little bud, her other hand on your head, digging into your skull, making you groan and moan both from the pleasure of walker's tongue and pain from the way zdinarsk held your head.

"f-fuck her mo-uth feels so-sso good." you weren't capable of understanding her weird language, and you knew better than to ask.

"tastes so good, ya gotta try her pussy, shit tastes so good, better than strawberries."

walker's fingers started working inside you at a faster pace now, pumping in and out of you as she blew cold air onto your clitoral area, making you buck your hips and whimper against zdinarsk's puffy clitoral area.

it was too much; it felt too good, too. you let out a high-pitched moan when walker sucked your clir harder than ever. the act made your eyes roll to the back of your head, made your toes flex, and made your back arch. when you moaned, z-dog felt the vibrations on her core, and it made her let out a moan. "do that again, god. fuck, it feels so good. do that again, walker!" and when walker heard z-dog's words, her voice would half scream and half moan. she sucked again, this time harder, and to that, you responded yet again with another moan.

a lot of time has passed; your legs are so weak now; your pussy feels numb; you can't even feel your insides, but you enjoy it; every lick, every bite, it all makes your body spark with need.

zdinarsk started grinding on your face now, coating your entire face with her slick, and you had started to grind your pussy on walker's tongue as she moaned and furiously rubbed on her clitoral area. the white sticky liquid of your post-orgasms started to make bubbles between your folds as you gushed out yet another orgasm. it was hard to breathe. the way z-dog was grinding down on your face, you felt your lungs burn from holding your breath for too long.

before you could even comprehend what was happening to you, you felt z-dog's sweet-tasting cum ooze out of her hole and land on your face.

and just like that, both girls were done with you; they got up and put their clothes back on, and you turned to the side and stayed laying down on your side for a while, thinking of what happened. this few-hour thing made your insides unfeelable and your clitoral area hurt, yet it felt so good?

#recoms x reader #z dog x you #avatar zdog #zdinarsk x reader #recom walker x reader #atwow x reader

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warningsine · 17 days

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The funniest show on television is Girls5Eva, which transplanted from the backwoods of Peacock to the mires of Netflix for its third season. While a lot of shows have taken off after landing on Netflix — You, for instance — Girls5Eva, from the data available publicly, didn’t get many viewers on the platform. I’m no expert on the mechanics of streaming, but I have one radical explanation for why this is happening: There are simply not enough episodes of Girls5Eva available to watch. On Peacock, the show had two eight-episode seasons. Netflix has given it an additional six. That means that Girls5Eva has aired, in total, only 22 episodes, about the same number as a full-season order of an old-fashioned network sitcom like 30 Rock, to which Meredith Scardino’s series is deeply indebted (Scardino wrote on 30 Rock; Tina Fey is a Girls5Eva executive producer). Over a three-year period? This is simply not enough!

Sitcoms are built for mass production and consumption, with dynamics between characters designed to generate an endless stream of story lines, and it can take a season or two to fully gel. Girls5Eva is lucky enough to have a distinct sensibility and a strong cast from the start, but it hasn’t had the space to work through all the possible material. There’s so much to mine in flashbacks to the girl group’s checkered early-aughts past, in Wickie’s failed solo career, in Summer’s wackadoo Christian upbringing, in Gloria’s fraught lesbian drama, and in Dawn’s attempts to find her own way as a songwriter (plus the larger meta arc of Sara Bareilles coming into her own as a comedic actor). Season three, in which the crew goes on tour around the country, tries to cover so much ground it’s like a distance runner sprinting at her vO2 max. The overarching plot — they want to perform at Radio City Music Hall — encroaches on all the fun along the way, rushing past a guest appearance from Cat Cohen, the reveal of Wickie’s real backstory, and an intricate Harry Styles parody. Sitcoms should be about all the fun everyone is having along the way, and we’ve lost that.

But there is another and perhaps more important reason that we need longer seasons of Girls5Eva: holidays. Network sitcoms, airing on a traditional schedule, have the opportunity to set episodes around the holidays near which they would air; think of the Thanksgiving episodes of Friends, The Office’s Christmas episodes, 30 Rock’s impeccable use of Leap Day. In my ideal universe where Girls5Eva has 22-episode seasons, Netflix would also abandon the binge strategy and air those episodes weekly, but that’s not a necessity. You could still drop them all at once, which gives me the opportunity to revisit the holiday episodes as those holidays occur throughout the year. If you need convincing, here are my suggestions for some holidays the Girls5Eva might celebrate:

Christmas (duh): Dawn tries to write a Christmas song; Wickie reveals a longstanding feud with Mariah Carey (she claims one of the items from her riff rolodex appears in “All I Want for Christmas Is You”; Mariah does not know her).

Thanksgiving: The girls try to book a gig at the Macy’s Parade (as Peacock actually had the stars do, to the confusion of my parents watching at home) while also atoning for their past sins at the event (revealed in flashback).

Valentine’s Day: Gloria revisits a past relationship with Taylor Lautner (she was his dentist).

Tax season: Summer reveals she hasn’t been paying taxes for years (thought you were covered if you already paid your church).

Presidents’ Day: Dawn tries to write a song about Lincoln being sexy, inadvertently offends a gay activist group.

Pride month: Return of Bowen Yang’s lip-sync influencer.

Cuffing season: Big for Gloria.

The Feast of San Gennaro: Big for Dawn (why is the show so all-in on Sara Bareilles being Italian??).

V-E Day: Wickie and Dawn’s husband, Scott, discover their mutual fascination with the Eastern Front: “I spent a lot of time touring post-Soviet states, okay!”

Casimir Pulaski Day: Gloria has beef with Sufjan Stevens.

#girls5eva

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fastwiemagie · 10 months

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I had a mighty itch to sew something new for this year's Vienna pride parade! I have my amazing rainbow dress of course, but I kinda wanted to add to my rainbow closet. I have a couple more clothing ideas, but due to what fabric I could find last minute I went with a rainbow flag skirt, with the 6 classic colours.

(So, red - orange - yellow - green - blue and purple.) Doing something with the updated flag would be cool aswell, though I see that one more as a top. I don't know why, but that's how it is! Anyway, for this year's new rainbow skirt I went with linen fabric - because linen is amazing and I love it dearly. Linen always makes me happy and I DEFINITELY need more linen clothes for sure!!

The skirt is made up of 12 stripes (/rectangles) of fabric: each 66cm wide and about 70cm long. I used the pre-made edges of the fabric for the hem, because I like the effect that gives the hem (and it also saved me a ton of work with hemming the almost 8m hem circumference the skirt ended up with!!). Each of the 12 stripes of fabric was gathered down to about 16cm at the top, (after sewing together all the sides) and then attached to the purple waistband.

And yes of course the skirt also has pockets!!!

There was a hole in the green fabric, which I immediately had to mend before it gets bigger. I covered it with a fabric patch cut from a scrap of the green fabric (see pic 5 for what I did, I folded the scrap around the paper shape I've drawn, removed the paper and hand stitched it over the hole).

[id]9 pictures in total:

First two show freshly bought fabric in rainbow colours: red - orange- yellow - green - blue - purple arranged in semi-rainbow-shape on a wooden table. The fabric is folded up in different rectangles. Under the fabric are 5 rolls of satin ribbon arranged. The satin ribbon is in the colours of the lesbian pride flag.

Pic 3 shows the washed fabric hanging on a metal drying rack, so it can air dry.

Pic 4 shows the cut to lenght individual pieces of fabric lying next to a purple/violett sewing machine, all ready for action!

Pic 5 is a close up of a paper pattern piece about to be cut out, with a pencil, a cute purple ruler, sewing thread and a brown muffin shaped pin cushion arranged aesthetically.

Pic 6 shows the rectangles already joined into a skirt, with the top edge gathered down, lying on the wooden table next to the sewing machine.

Pic 7 and 8 are close ups from the pride parade: they show a young fat white woman with long brown hair wearing a sunny-yellow summer top with big poofy sleeves and a red sports bra underneath. She's got classes and for accessories magenta coloured felt flower earrings (with yellow flower middles) and a rainbow flower necklace. You can see her friend in the background of the close-up (with her head cut off). It's a thin white woman, wearing a shiny silver-white close fitting cropped bodice and a circle skirt with pink, white and purple srtripes on it. Pic 8 shows the above mentioned two young women hugging and enjoying a moment of peace. There's a rainbow banner ceiling above them.

Finally, Pic 9 shows the young fat white woman with long brown hair standing ontop of a relatively empty pride parade truck, she's smiling and showing off her rainbow flag skirt. A green cloth scarf is tied like a belt around her waist and you can now see that she's wearing dark red velvet shoes with socks in a very similar colour. [/id]

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vulturejuice · 10 months

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[Image ID: A 13-panel comic which depicts two furry characters, a cougar and a stoat, in an argument about political lesbianism. It is coloured in the palette of the lesbian flag, with the cougar in pink colours and the stoat in orange colours. End ID]

This is a comic I made last December as a final project for a Communication and Sexuality class! It was super fun to get to use my OCs for a school project and the research for it was super interesting and meaningful to me as a lesbian myself.

A full transcript of the comic, as well as a list of citations, is available below the cut!

Transcript and image descriptions:

Panel 1: The cougar sits in a chair reading a book.

Panel 2: The cougar turns a page and the stoat enters the frame without the cougar noticing.

Panel 3: The stoat speaks very close to the cougar’s face, startling her. Stoat: “Whatcha readin’?” Cougar: GAH!

Panel 4: The cougar holds the book up to the camera, revealing the phrase “POLITICAL LESBIANISM” on its cover. The stoat looks at it with her hand on her chin. Cougar: Oh... I was just reading this book about POLITICAL LESBIANISM Stoat: Oh hm

Panel 5: The cougar reads from a stack of papers. The stoat puts her hand to her cheek and closes her eyes. A thought bubble comes from the stoat which depicts women standing in a circle holding hands while two men look on angrily. Stoat: That’s that thing from like the 80s, right? Where feminists thought all women should be lesbians? Cougar: Yeah, the Leeds Revolutionary Feminists put out a paper detailing as much in 1979.

Panel 6: The cougar shrugs, holding the papers out towards the stoat. The stoat grabs for them excitedly. Cougar: Basically, anyone who associated with men was the enemy! Stoat: Hey, sounds good to me! Who needs ‘em, right?

Panel 7: The cougar puts her hands on her hips and glares at the stoat. The stoat holds the papers and frowns. Cougar: Oh, come on! Gender essentialist much? Not to mention their focus on the penis as a tool of oppression... Where does that leave pre- and non-op trans women?

Panel 8: The stoat’s eyes widen and she points at the paper. The cougar throws up one hand in exasperation. Stoat: Wait! It says here that a political lesbian is a “woman-identified woman.” Shouldn’t that include trans women? Cougar: Not what that means!

Panel 9: The cougar turns to the camera and raises her finger in the air. She pulls a new stack of papers up from outside the panel. The stoat looks between the papers she is holding and the new papers in confusion. Cougar: In their 1970 manifesto, the Radicalesbians ask that women craft our own identities by relating to each other, not men’s ideas of what we should be. They’re not really talking about gender identity the way we do today.

Panel 10: The stoat puts her hands on her hips and throws her head back, holding her papers to her side. The cougar puts out her hands in protest, and the papers she’s holding fall. Stoat: Right. I guess you think everyone was transphobic back then. Cougar: Hey, I never said that!

Panel 11: The cougar lifts up a small record and smiles down at it. The stoat glares at it as she tucks her papers under her arm. Cougar: Take the radical feminist lesbian separatist music collective, Olivia Records! They supported and even bodily defended their trans sound engineer, Sandy Stone, when her role at the collective was questioned and she was threatened with transphobic violence.

Panel 12: The stoat crosses her arms and tries to interject. The cougar keeps talking as she throws the record away behind herself. Stoat: Sure, but- Cougar: No, it’s so-called gender critical feminists who spit in the face of trans women’s contributions to our rich lesbian history. Our love of women and rejection of prescribed sex roles is what brings us together - not out hatred of men!

Panel 13: The stoat turns away from the cougar in anger. The cougar smiles and puts a hand on the stoat’s corner. Stoat: Oh, whatever! I don’t want to talk about it anymore if you’re just going to tell me I’m wrong all the time. Cougar: Look at it this way... we’re just taking part in the storied lesbian tradition of pointless arguing!

Citations

Ahmed, S. (2016). An affinity of hammers. TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, 3(1-2), 22-34. https://doi.org/10.1215/23289252-3334151

Enszer, J. R. (2016). “How to stop choking to death”: Rethinking lesbian separatism as a vibrant political theory and feminist practice. Journal of Lesbian Studies, 20(2), 180-196. https://doi.org/10.1080/10894160.2015.1083815

Love your enemy? The debate between heterosexual feminism and political lesbianism. (1981). Onlywomen Press.

O’Donnell, K. (2019). The theological basis for trans-exclusionary radical feminist positions. In N. Banerjea, K. Browne, E. Ferreira, M. Olasik, & J. Podmore (Eds.), Lesbian feminism: Essays opposing global heteropatriarchies. Bloomsbury Academic & Professional.

Thurlow, C. (2022). From TERF to gender critical: A telling genealogy? Sexualities. Advance online publication. https://doi.org/10.1177/13634607221107827

Weiss, P. A. (Ed.). (2018). Feminist manifestos: A global documentary reader. New York University Press.

Williams, C. (2016). Radical inclusion: Recounting the trans inclusive history of radical feminism. TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, 3(1-2), 254-258. https://doi.org/10.1215/23289252-3334463

#repost #furry #furry art #lesbian #lesbian history #xenon art

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persweb · 10 months

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zZz . . . ★ [ 𝗥𝟯𝗧𝗜𝗥𝟯𝗗 𝗣𝟰𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 — sub!layla ╱ 𝑚.

𓂃⁩ ✶ ?%! 𝗖𝗢𝗡 // 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 ] — sub!layla , dom!freader , smut , explicit scenes , college au , roommates au , sensitive layla , nipple play , squirting , dry humping , vibrator , edging , lesbian sex , wc : I.2K

𝗗𝗡𝗜 — 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 && 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦.

'bet' layla recalled when a soft whimper escaped her lips as she dropped the pink vibrator inside her cotton white panties. she made her way towards you and right there, waves of little vibrations against her clit 'let me know if anything's wrong, mhm ? just want you feeling as good as possible' you said and layla returned an awkward smile alongside a small nod.

you left layla in you two's shared bedroom with a sharp smirk on your face, letting her start the scheduled cleaning. you watched as your girlfriend picked up the broom and begin sweeping. turning the setting just a little higher, still in it's lowest settings. you watched her reaction, first a small hiccup of a moan then the tightening of her grip around the broom and finally the rubbing of her thighs together.

layla found herself sitting down on the bed in an attempt to catch her breath. in an instant she found herself tightly gripping the bedsheets, feeling her submissives throb in pain due to another sudden change in the setting. it was unbearable, uncomfortable but somehow pleasurable she thought to herself as she felt her panties getting soaked. it was only the beginning.

right as layla shut the door to the bathroom, once more the setting was made higher. except this time layla couldn't help but let out a sharp moan, instantly covering her mouth in embarssment and squeezing her thighs together with a hand in between. she was forced to remind herself of the rules 'no touching until told, no cumming until given permission, but feel free to show everyone how much of a slut you are' her eyes watered and a frustrated whine echoed through the small room. she stood there frozen, trying to brush off the sensation of knots growing in her stomach

'mm close..' at this rate, she thought she'd break into an orgasm. leaning against the wall for support, loud and high pitched moans filled the air. she felt herself creaming her panties, legs twitching for release and desperately thrusting against the air for any friction 'coming, coming' right as she was about to, it stopped. layla was now left a mess once more, except this time anyone in the dorm could hear or walk into the her at any given moment.

'hey layla, stop standing in the middle of the room and help will ya?' one of the boys said, dusting behind the couch. layla leaned down to grab the broom and highest setting she felt yet, she jumped right as it hit her, startled by the new sensation 'uhhhh!' the boy raised an eyebrow. layla took the broom and slowly walked towards the boy clenching her thighs together. 'i think thoma said he needed help in the kitchen, why not you go?'

layla made herself to the kitchen and began an observation, stove, dining table, counter, fruit bowl, no thoma in sight, eyeing her surroundings she developed an clever idea and mindlessly threw her legs over the counter. slowly creating a rhythm and rutting againist it like a dog in heat. nothing but a fog filled her brain as her skirt exposed her little panties and lewd noises filled the kitchen. her pace fastened and grew sloppier 'c-close' bouncing her whole body on the counter, begging for release. 'enjoying yourself, princess'

a familiar voice hit her ears, causing her to jump off the counter in suprise to quickly fix her skirt. 'n-no, clos- clean, s-sorry' walking towards her, you gave a smile as she struggled to find her words. she truly did look like a bitch in heat. you were quick to pin her againist that same counter layered with a pool of her own grool. you palmed her breasts and made a small squeeze out of it causing a sudden whimper out your girlfriend's pretty lips, only to unbutton her shirt 'w-wait, they might see' you laughed 'you didn't care, did you'

taking her little baby blue bra off to expose her plush breasts and hard nipples. squeezing it once more you began to draw circles around her nipples before flicking it, drawing various noises out of layla. right as she calmed down your mouth wrapped around just the tip of her nipple, enough to start nipping on it while your fingers worked on her other breast. giving it gentle rubs and flicks every once in a while, followed by layla's muffs.

layla sobbed under your glance, hooking her shaky legs around your waist and squirming. it wasn't long before your girlfriend started desperately humping againist your chest for some or any friction, curling her toes, whining from the pleasure and moaning your name at your every movement. it was only then when you smirked and pulled away, releasing her nipple with a pop. a startled cry escaped her lips in response 'can't have you cumming too quick, can we?' 'no, p-please' layla cried out clearly, frustrated 'make a mess for me baby' you walked away leaving her dripping wet making pools of her own juice and contracting over nothing.

layla made her way into your shared bedroom that night and quickly threw herself onto your thighs, rutting againist you in a hurry. 'layla !' you gasped, startled by your girlfriend's sudden actions. however you didn't leave her waiting, carefully placing her on the bed before lifting her skirt to get a clear view of her dampened panties before removing them 'wonderful, you made a mess just for me'

you began by lapping around on her opening, gathering as much of the juices as you could on your tongue. arousal smeared all over her thighs as a stream of grool leaked onto the bedsheets. you jilted your tongue in and out her clenching hole as a little tease when layla resorted to riding your tongue, whimpering and desperate for her release. you were quick to stop her resulting in another breathy whine to leave her pretty lips. only for you to begin gliding your tongue across her slit.

layla gripped onto the bedsheets as you fastened your pace, swirling around her swollen clit. jerking and squirming in your hold, sounds of slurping and blabbering filled the room. you watched your lover be brought to their very edge.

'yesyes p-please mor — ghhh yesyesyes'' layla babbled incoherently, reaching over and beyond, desperately rutting her hips against your face and thrusting them in the air, her pretty noises was all that mattered.

within minutes your girlfriend became a moaning, whimpering and sobbing mess, her entire body shook through waves of spasms, realising spatters of her juices, squirting over your face and ruining her skirt. hips desperately rolling and riding her climax on your tongue until she fell splat back on the bed as a breathy mess.

you softly licked your tongue over her overstimulated clit, licking up all the remaining juices, inserting just your middle finger to the entrance when layla gushed out squirting once more with trembling hips. the room was once more filled with her pretty noises. you groped her asscheeks, in response she gushed out cumming at the touch 'm sensitive, sleepy' she whined, you dragged her hips closer, bucking them into your face for more, attending to her leaking and overstimulated cunt for another round 'you wanted to cum anyway'

#hope you enjoy<3 #took me too long to write #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #layla genshin impact #layla smut #dom reader #sub character #gxg

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