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les4lesbushfire · 1 month
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Demisexual, Demiaroace, and Demiaro Edward Deegan + Gay Mel + Gay Benny Gecko icons!
requested by anon! like or reblog if using/saving- thnx!
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mel-loly · 2 years
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-Different styles <3
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@manpleblog
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namari-hime · 8 months
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steps out of my circle of extremely correct mutuals and gets attacked by a million psychic beams (incorrect opinions about my favorite characters)
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jumbledthemes · 2 years
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Playing fallout 4 on a fresh play through again and the railroading of the story when you pick up Nick is So Much compared to if you beeline to Deacon.
Every single dialog for Nick is about finding Shawn even if you just never went to diamond city yet. As opposed to Deacon who vouches for your ‘I woke up 72 hours ago and only just dried off’ ass after you admit you guessed their super secret password by accident.
Don’t even get me started on how you Have to take care of Kellogg just to bring Nick home.
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harvestar · 5 months
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I've talked a bit about wanting to end three's story at langley hall and I think I do want to write a bit about that but I also want to maybe not have that be her final resting place...
I do have a way to break the curse that isn't death btw so this would be like. after a while of having her name and identity back. I can't decide whether to let her be alone in her head too, I do think the emptiness would drive her up the wall even more than the actual reality-bending stuff at this point. like, girl, you had so many voices in your head guiding you and loving you and plotting against you and now you're just.... normal. how you wanted it to be. and it's so dreadfully lonely and silent. maybe this is what draws her there
Yeah it's hard bc like... I don't have a good idea on when to end things necessarily and that's probably fine. I just want something a little bittersweet where you're like oh she will be so happy but the happiness is rather surface level/due to her own willful ignorance or delusions. but she IS happy and maybe that's enough this time
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twink-fuery · 1 year
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You are the opposite of normal because of ur m—
YEAH BC UR MOM WAS SLOPPING ME GOOD AND HARD THRU MY JORTS
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jade-posts-sometimes · 6 months
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hi! this is my first time requesting but idk why I can’t shake the thought of abby and reader getting continuously cock blocked (strap blocked?) by everyone and their mama in the stadium, manny busting in the room, nora finding them in a closet, and like mel catching them in a hallway or something; until one day she’s reached a breaking point and takes u outside the stadium to some random little house she’s made cozy and makes up for lost everything 😵‍💫
sorry this request took foreverrrrrr 🫶🏻😔 half way proof read
men and minors dni
cw: strap referred to as abby’s cock, tribbing, oral
u were over and there was some heavy petting and a nice make out with ur shirt off when manny barges in the first time
she definitely told him to stay the fuck out of their room and that you were coming over and he STILL didn’t listen
she’s so fucking mad she doesn’t talk to him for 2 days and she ignores him when he asks to have the room for the night bc payback
like 3 days later she has like 15 minutes before she has to leave for patrol and she finds u in the library and pulls u in a closet
ur pants off she’s on her knees for u literally pulling ur underwear to the side and the fucking door is YANKED open and mel is standing there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ omg
Nora def walks in on u guys when abby is so close like literally about to cum and she fucking ruins it and abby is so so frustrated because oh my god what is going on
“what the fuck is happening? like are you guys planning this shit leave us alone?”
takes her like a week but she’s dragging u out of the stadium late at night and dragging u through the woods to some abandoned house. for sure makes you wait just inside the door while she makes sure the house is clear
comes back to get u and brings u into the bedroom where she probably has some gay ass candles or lanterns lit trying to make it cute in cozy in there and she brought clean sheets from the stadium and did her best to clean up the room in general
literally would fuck you all night because she’s so needy for u it’s been literal weeks of her stupid friends finding a way to interrupt every single time
goes down on u FIRST THING because she’s a munch and she does it for HER pleasure okay
“missed the way you taste so fucking much”
lots and lots of moans while she’s eating you out. big fan of the slurp up ur entire pussy and then spit it back out and rub it around move <3 abby’s gross and horny and in love with u and loves to make as much of a mess as possible
“want you to cum for me pretty girl” “give it to me, fucking give it to me”
gives u the cutest smile ever after u cum her eyes are shining and her chin is wet and she literally looks like she couldn’t be any happier
def was packing under her pants the whole way there baby is prepared
torn bc she loves u and missionary and wants to stare at ur face but she’s unbelievably worked up and just wants to fuck u on all fours until u can’t hold urself up anymore
almost cries when she finally has the strap in you because holy fuck
“love the way you look with my cock in you” “you’re taking me so fucking good baby ohmygod”
very controlled and worried about pleasing you when she starts but the harness is rubbing against her just right and she’s getting sloppy and she’s whining
she whines when she’s close and she can never shut up
says fuck it and abandons the strap for sure can’t get the harness off quick enough because she absolutely NEEDS to feel ur pussy on hers <3
pushes ur leg back and straddles u and let’s put the deepest groan when she drops her pussy down to meet urs 🫶🏻
tears up when she cums because it was so intense and she’s been so pent up and she loves u so much
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springwitch26 · 5 months
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i'm asking nicely: give me what i want (melissa schemmenti x fem!teacher!reader)
summary: you and your girlfriend make a bet about who can last the longest without sex.
warnings: nsfw themes but no smut (yet), sorta humiliation, praise, mentions of overstim and bondage and punishment, explicit language. you and melissa are gay idiots
notes: a little something for your kinktober tastes! sorry it's not the fluffiest story—i'm like mostly aromantic, so i can't write love very well. this is my first time writing with the whole abbott gang, so let me know how i did! this one goes out to the girls who love teasing, light bickering, and sexy dialogue.
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it all started with a bet.
you and melissa had been dating for just under a month (publicly for two weeks), and it was pure bliss. every time she looked at you with that playful sparkle in her eyes, you wanted to melt. she cared for you in a way that never failed to warm your heart.
she was passionate, too. her touch was magic. she could just lightly graze your thigh with her fingers, and you'd be putty in her hands. and she made you feel desirable. every time you were intimate, you could tell she was hungry for you. it turned you on beyond belief.
although things were wonderful between you two, you both loved a fight. you both realized this early on, and you'd take turns starting silly arguments for the fun of it. you could never resist pushing each other's buttons.
at worst, it would end with one of you pouting and the other apologizing. at best, it would end with you bent over melissa's lap as she took her frustrations out on you, or with you between her legs making up for being mean, or with her whispering soft apologies in your ear as she bounced you on her fingers...
tonight she had you pinned against her kitchen counter, kissing her way down your neck and relishing in your high-pitched sounds of need. she had been teasing you all day, working you up into a frenzy, and you did nothing but whine about how unfair it was. you would have let it go, but that was before she said...
"you're so easy, hon." she laughed into the crook of our neck, responding to your helpless whimpers. you pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes.
"mel... i am not," you said with a pout. she stared back at you, an amused smirk playing on her lips. god, she looked beautiful like this: her red hair slightly out of place, her full chest heaving, her eyes heavy with want.
"sure you're not," she teased. "that's why your legs are trembling 'n you can barely hold yourself up after a little bit of kissing."
she kissed the tip of your nose and you blushed, knowing she was right. she pressed you harder against the counter, holding your hips with both hands. she gently pinched the skin there, silently asking if she could continue. you shook your head resolutely.
"let's make this more interesting," you said, with mischief written on your face. melissa perked up. she loved bets. "no sex until one of us gives in and asks for it."
"alright, but don't ask me to put money on it. you know i quit gamblin' after i bet ava that jacob couldn't do a backflip."
"he is surprisingly agile," you giggled at the memory. "how about... if i win, you buy me that white lingerie set we saw at the store the other day."
melissa shuddered internally at the thought of her beautiful, innocent angel in such a heavenly set. the image gave her an idea of her own.
"deal," she leaned in close, ghosting her lips over the shell of your ear. "but if i win... i get to tie your arms and legs to the bedposts and make you come over and over until you sob."
you forgot how to breathe for a moment, and your knees nearly buckled underneath you. you contemplated folding right then, but you wanted to see where this little game would lead.
"you're on, schemmenti." you shook her hand, and melissa chuckled at your attempt at a firm handshake. even her laugh got you flustered and needy. you were a goner.
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you knew melissa would come up with some plot to make you lose the game, but you didn't expect it to happen so soon. the next morning, you and melissa were sitting at your usual table in the workroom, sipping coffee and chatting with everyone. that's when her antics started.
"hey, doll, would you mind grabbin' me another cup of coffee?" melissa asked, handing you her 'tucci on' mug and flashing that irresistibly charming smile. you took the mug from her hands and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the coffee maker.
you could feel her eyes on you as you stood up, straightening out your skirt that had ridden up a bit too far to be appropriate for school. she continued to stare you down as you poured the coffee and brought it to her. you felt breathless from the intensity of her full attention.
"that's my good girl, thank you," she practically purred when you handed her the coffee, looking up at you smugly through her glasses. you nearly dropped the mug from shock, shooting her a look. how could she be so bold in front of your coworkers? it made you blush furiously.
gregory was the first to catch on, giving an awkward side eye to the cameras at melissa's words. melissa was undeterred, taking a sip of her coffee and making an exaggerated sound of pleasure, causing you to hide your face in your hands.
"god, that hits the spot," melissa said lowly, smirking at her own innuendo. jacob and janine looked between the two of you and each other, trading curious looks.
"oh hon, your necklace is all tangled in the back," melissa said, standing up and positioning herself behind you. "let me fix it for ya."
the older woman leaned down and caressed up your arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. her fingers then crawled from your collarbones to the back of your neck, where she knew you were sensitive. she pretended to adjust your necklace while her fingers drew lazy patterns there. that, combined with the feeling of her warmth on you after the previous night's denial, had you weak. she sat back down in her chair with a satisfied huff.
at melissa's odd behavior and your pitiful reaction, your friends put it together that something was going on. even barbara gave melissa a questioning look. still, nobody said anything. until ava entered the room. the principal took one look at your flushed face and broke the silence.
"damn schemmenti, what'd you do to this one? i figured you were into some kinky shit, but..." she trailed off.
"AVA!" janine, barbara, and melissa scolded at once. "not appropriate!" barbara added.
"fine, but y'all know i'm right," ava said. she turned to you and melissa. "you better be at happy hour tonight. this looks juicy, and i'm gonna need some entertainment besides janine's dance moves."
you tuned out janine's offended "hey!", remembering the plans for that night. happy hour. fuck. you needed a plan, and a good one.
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you never thought you'd willingly ask for ava's help on anything, but here you were. you sat in her office with your arms folded, embarrassed to be sharing this with your boss of all people. then again, ava was the probably the only person who knew how to get the job done.
"you really think that'll work?" you asked, mulling over ava's idea.
"obviously. you gotta use that body, girl. i'm talkin' playboy bunny sexy," she scrolled on her phone as she talked, keeping up her usual disinterested demeanor.
"but... what if she's put off by it?" you wondered aloud. ava looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow at you.
"i don't know if you've noticed, but your girlfriend's a total perv," she deadpanned. your jaw dropped and you stared at her, incredulous. "what, it's true! i see her lookin' up your skirt and down your shirt every damn day. y'all nasty."
she was right, of course. you didn't always catch it, but whenever you bent over in front of melissa, she looked ready to eat you alive. you gave in and started to plot tonight's outfit in your head.
"thanks, ava! next time i need help coming up with a scheme, i'll come to you," you said, bouncing out of the room excitedly.
"run, little lesbian bunny! go get your girl!" ava laughed to herself and went back to her phone.
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melissa's eyes were dark and narrow, fixed on you in your special outfit. you couldn't tell if she was angry or turned on. probably both.
your clothing was tasteful, yet tantalizing: a strawberry pink crop top with a generous v-neck and white mini skirt (the one that drove mel crazy). a sheer pink slip was draped over your shoulders, giving your body a distinct glow under the bar lights. you had even dolled yourself up with makeup—soft lip gloss and glittery eyeshadow, plus classic eyeliner and mascara—and worn your favorite white heels to match. you looked out of place in the bar, like an angel wandering the earth.
you pointedly ignored melissa as she stared daggers at you. you played with your hair with one hand and held your drink with the other, dancing and talking with jacob and ava. you made sure to run your hands up and down your body while you moved to the music. jacob droned on to you about the color pink and how it's so powerful for women to reclaim it. barbara stood next to melissa, the pair leaning against the wall and trading hushed remarks.
while jacob continued to talk, you made your move. you gave ava a nudge and she nodded, then "accidentally" knocked your water out of your hand—completely soaking your shirt and a bit of your skirt. you stood up in faux shock and finally made eye contact with melissa as you palmed at your clothes (and body).
"oh godddd," you whined, dragging out the sound. two could play at that game. you walked over to melissa. "baby, can you clean me up? i know you keep napkins in your purse."
melissa was salivating. she shamelessly drank in the sight of your body all wet, your tits glistening with droplets of water. the water was icy cold, so the outlines of your nipples were visible underneath your shirt. she was almost too focused on the view to process your request, and scrambled to find the napkins in her purse once she caught up.
"uhmmm yeah, yeah, i gotcha, honey," melissa said in a rare moment of weakness.
when a napkin inevitably got lost in the shuffle and fell to the ground, you knew you had won. you bent over slowly, wiggling your ass subtly as you picked it up. you stumbled backwards as you stood back up, deliberately brushing up against her front.
"i'm so cold, mel..." you turned around, leaned even closer into her, and grabbed hold of her shirt, tracing lazy patterns on her chest to tease her. "i've got goosebumps, feel!"
you took her hand in yours and then placed it at the top of your left breast, where your heart was. the soft skin was indeed covered in goosebumps, and even more emerged when melissa started lightly massaging. she couldn't help herself. you both felt your heartbeat quicken at her touch and shared a look of understanding.
"guess we should get ya home then, huh?" melissa smiled, wrapping her arm around your waist. you nodded, nuzzling into her.
you two said goodbye to your friends before leaving the bar. ava gave you a wink and a lewd gesture as you walked out the door, making you roll your eyes. barbara rose her wine glass and nodded at melissa, giving her a silent "cheers."
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as soon as the car door shut, melissa grabbed your thigh to get your full attention.
"i quit," she smiled. "and i'll be happy to buy you that lingerie, especially after seein' you in this pretty little number."
you beamed with pride. you had won a competition against melissa schemmenti! and you couldn't wait to enjoy your prize. seeing your face, mel's face broke into a mischievous grin.
"don't get all excited yet, sweetheart. you were pretty bratty tonight, flittin' around and makin' a fool of me in front of all our friends. i really should teach you a lesson, don't ya think?"
your breath caught in your throat as you remembered what she'd promised to do if she won. she had never punished you before. your core throbbed at the idea.
"i guess it's only fair that you get a... consolation prize," you replied sheepishly, grinning from ear to ear as you watched her face light up.
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albertasunrise · 1 year
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Oops Baby - One too Many
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Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!
Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader
Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (I am so excited to share this with you. Came up with this idea ages ago, just wasn't sure who to use. Was between Frankie and Marcus Pike... Though our cutie Fish would work best though. Hope you enjoy ♥️)
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"What's wrong with me Frankie?" You grumbled as you downed the last of your drink and motioned at the barman to get you another "I mean... Do I have cheat on me written across my forehead?"
"Nothing's wrong with you." He gave you a reassuring nudge and a sweet smile "The guy was just a fucking idiot and couldn't see how good he had it."
"You have to say that." You scoff "You're my best friend."
"No, I mean it." Fish pouted, his eyes growing sad "If I was with you I'd never let you go." His whole body went rigid at his confession and so did yours.
In all the many years you had known each other, Frankie had managed to keep his feelings for you buried. He had watched as you went from relationship to relationship. All of them ended the same way. You cried into his t-shirt as he fed you beers to try and numb the pain.
He coughed in an attempt to dispel the awkward silence that had now settled over you both. His left hand fidgeted in his lap as he grabbed his beer and drained the remainder of it in one large gulp.
"Another!" He said as he motioned at the bartender "Never trusted him you know." He stated as he returned his attention to you.
"No?" You question, your eyebrow quirking at his statement.
"Nah... Guys with eyebrows that well maintained are either cheats or gay." he stated plainly and you spat your beer over the bar "Woah... Mind the shirt."
"Sorry." You choke out as you bash your chest to dry and clear the beer in your throat "You can't say shit like that Francisco."
"What?... It's true."
"No I mean you can't say shit like that whilst I'm taking a sip of my drink!" You chuckled "You nearly killed me."
"You're smiling though, are you?"
"That I am." You agreed, giving him a sweet smile before supping at your beer again.
The two of you moved on to other subjects then. How Will had finally bitten the bullet and created an online dating profile. How Ben was smashing his fights and how Santi was expecting a baby with his wife in Australia.
"Talking of parents... How are mels?" You asked and his expression grew a little sadder at the mention of his, somewhat recently, deceased wife.
"They're doing okay." He replied with a nod "Taking each day as it comes. No parent expects to bury their kid..."
"I bet!" You sighed as you leaned into him and rest your head on his shoulder "I don't know about you... But I think we need more drinks!"
"You going to be okay to get home if you drink much more?"
Ahh sweet Frankie... always the worrier.
"I'll work it out Fishsticks."
"Please don't call me that." He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically before fumbling to catch his hat that had slipped off his head "You can crash at mine if you like?" He propositioned "Seeing as I have the house to myself for the weekend."
"Sounds good." You grinned, perking up immediately "Bartender! More beer please."
...
You weren't sure how you'd got here. One moment you were drinking with Frankie in the bar and the next you were pinned against his front door as he painted your flesh with kisses. His hat and shirt were long discarded and you revelled at his form. Strong arms, broad shoulders and a tiny waist. His tummy was a little softer but you found it endearing and you found your mouth watering as you unfastened his jeans and pushed them, along with his underwear, down his hips.
Then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Francisco Morales... Your best friend of six years... Was naked as the day he was born in front of you. Normally this is where you would start to panic. Yet, you found yourself so wrapped up in the feel of him that you didn’t have time to. You were dragged back to the present when Fish plunged two thick fingers into your heat, pulling a filthy moan from you and you grabbed his biceps firmly as you threw your head back in pleasure.
"What me to fuck you right here or in my bed?" He purred in your ear and you clenched around his digits.
"Start here... Bed later..." Was all you could pant out before you were grabbing his length and stroked it as he roughly fucked you with his fingers "Fuck Frankie... I need you now."
"Mmmmm." He hummed as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you, wrapping them around his waist.
Your arms instinctively looped around his shoulders as he pushed you against the wall beside his front door, mewling as he drove into you in one deep thrust. He was easily the biggest you'd ever had. Filling you so deliciously that you knew after tonight, he was going to ruin all other men for you.
"Fuck you feel incredible." He growled as he pushed into you, finding your sweet spot almost instantly "Just like I imagined."
This statement would, in any other situation, have given you pause but right now as he continued to fuck up into you with a precision you'd not expected from him, you paid it no heed. He was literally fucking you dumb. Pleasuring every thought out of your head except for one.
A revelation that had taken you by surprise.
You sweet, quiet, reserved Francisco had a filthy mouth... And you loved it. You soaked it up. Revelled in his praise and bathed in the warmth that filled you. He was quick to tip you over the edge. Something guys often failed to do without some stimulation but not Frankie... Not he was able to make you cum with just his length and his mouth.
"That's it, baby." He purred when he felt you peak "Cum for me beautiful."
He fucked you through your high, attacking your neck with kisses and nips as he then went about chasing his own. He fucked you like his life depended on it. Focusing his thrusts so that he could wring every last ounce of pleasure from you before he fell.
"Frankie I'm... I'm..."
"I know baby." He cooed "Me too."
"I'm cumming." You sobbed as he pushed you over the edge one last time but this time you pulled him right along with you.
He collapsed against you, panting as he desperately tried to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. You were now a limp mess in his arms, panting and grinning like a fool as you smiled at him.
"Let's get to bed." Fish managed to say after a short pause "I wanna taste you sweetheart." He stated before pushing away from the wall and carrying you down the hall to his room.
It was going to be a long night.
...
Your brain was pounding.
You groaned as you rolled over to grab your phone, only to find it wasn't there. Two Tylenol and a glass of water, however, were waiting for you. Taking the tablets you threw them in your mouth before downing the water, practically groaning in relief. You then started to study your surroundings and realised that you weren't in your bed.
You were in Frankie's.
"What the hell;?" You questioned as you started to push yourself up and then you realised that you were naked.
Completely naked.
Your heart started to race then. Your mind reeled as you tried to remember what happened last night. You had gone for drinks with Frankie after learning your boyfriend of two years had cheated on you. Then things got a little blurry. You tried to focus... Things come back to you in flashes but then you remembered what you had done.
You had fucked Frankie.
"Shit." You groaned as you scraped a hand over your face "Shit, shit, shit!!"
You grabbed one of his shirts from the wardrobe and headed down the hall, the smell of bacon pulling you into the kitchen where Frankie was standing in just some shorts. His hair was a curly mess. His neck was littered with the evidence of what you two had done last night.
Catching movement from the corner of his eye, Frank looked up to see you gingerly walking in in one of his shirts and his mouth went dry at the sight. He smiled sweetly at you as he pushed the bacon off the heat and went to pour you a mug of coffee.
"How you feeling?" He asked as he grabbed the milk and poured it into your mug, nodding when he was satisfied with the colour of your drink.
"Sore." You groaned, nodding your thanks when he handed you the drink he'd made you.
"Mmmmm." He hummed as he smirked at you, the twinkle in his eye making your stomach twist "The good kind of sore or..."
"Frankie-"
"Last night was amazing." He purred as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close "Wanted this for so long."
"Frankie I-"
"Felt too good to tell you how I felt. I've hated watching you with all those other guys."
Your mind was suddenly assaulted with memories. His smile as he told you his deepest secret.
The night before...
"I need to find someone like you Fish." You sighed as you sipped at your beer "Someone sweet and kind that will treat me right."
"What if I could be that someone?" He asked and you perked up, looking at him in confusion.
'What?"
"What if I could be that guy for you?" He repeated, his eyes doing that puppy-dog thing that you found impossible to resist.
You don't know what came over you but as you looked at him. All dark eyes and sweetness. You decided to kiss him. He didn't respond straight away and you panicked for just a second before he was returning it, his hand threading through the hair at the base of your neck as he deepened it.
"Wanna get out of here?" You suggested and he nodded.
"Fuck yes." He practically panted.
The walk back to his place wasn't a quick one. Any opportunity he had, he'd stop you so that he could kiss you. Unable to get enough of you.
"Fuck... I have wanted this for so long." He panted between kisses "Wanted you for so long." Another firm kiss had your knees going weak "I love you..." He whispered against your lips as he rested his brow on yours.
You should have stopped it there. You should have told him that you didn't feel the same... But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your body wanted him too much and you were a slave to your desires.
So you didn't say anything.
You just followed him home.
...
You were pulled from the memory by Frankie calling your name.
"Baby you okay?" He asked as he looked down at him in concern, brows pulled together.
"Frankie I... Shit, I don't know how to tell you this." You sighed as you pushed him back "Last night was a mistake."
"What?" He all but squeaked and you felt like the worst person in the world.
"It shouldn’t have happened." You sighed as you ran your free hand through your hair "I was in a bad place and I shouldn't have kissed you. We were both super drunk and it... It was a mistake."
"I told you I love you." Frankie growled, his voice taking on a tone you'd not heard from him before "I confessed to you how I've been feeling all these years and you slept with me."
"I know, but Frankie I-"
"No... You don't know." He interrupted as he turned his back to and gripped the stone countertop in front of him "I have been in love with you for years... probably since the day I met you. I told you last night that I wanted to be the guy you wanted and you kissed me... You led me to believe that you wanted the same thing."
"Frankie I'm sorry I hurt you but-"
"I think you should leave."
"What?"
"Get your shit and leave." He growled and you sobbed.
"Okay." You choked out before putting down your mug and making your way into his lounge.
Your clothes were strewn all over the place. Evidence of what you two had done all over his home. Changing back into the clothes you wore the night before you walked back into the kitchen to find Frankie sitting at the breakfast bar, staring at the new mug of coffee in his hands.
"Frankie I... I'm sorry." You sobbed "I never meant to hurt you I just-"
"Please go."
You nodded. Choking out a barely audible "Okay." Before walking to his front door and leaving. You knew this was your fault. You saw an opportunity to bury your sorrows and you took it. But at the expense of your best friend.
You had royally ruined everything.
...
2 months later...
You hadn't spoken to Frankie since that night.
You had called and texted but he had chosen to ignore your attempts to contact him. If you were being honest, you didn't blame him. You had taken advantage of his feelings for you. You had secretly known for a while that he had feelings for you and a part of you had tried so hard to feel something back but you couldn't. You didn't get why though.
He's hot. Kind. Funny.
He's the whole package and yet you still kept falling for men you knew would wind up hurting you. They were all the same. You knew going into each and every relationship that it would end with your heart broken and yet you kept dating them. You were your own worst enemy.
Then, exactly two months to the day that you had broken your best friend's heart, you'd taken a test that was going to change everything.
Ben had kept inviting you to drinks and up until now you had kept declining. This time however you had accepted. You needed to talk to Frankie and he was always at drinks. You just hoped that your going wouldn't push him to ditch them that night.
When you stepped into the bar you could hear Benny call out to you and you smiled as you make your way over, noting how both brothers were smiling up at you but Frank was looking away.
"Hey." You said as you made your way to the table and sat down on the chair Ben pulled out for you "Long time no see."
"Well, whose fault is that?" Will grumbled and you grimaced as you nodded your head.
"Touche."
"Got you a beer." Ben said as he pushed the beverage towards you.
"Oh, I'm not drinking tonight." You said as you nudged it back "Alcohol hasn't been agreeing with me lately."
Frankie snorted and you tried hard to ignore the reaction. You desperately wanted to talk to him. For him to acknowledge you but you knew that he wasn't going to do that. You had hurt him.
"So what's new with you?" Ben asked "How come you've ditched us for the last two months>"
"Had a lot going on." You answered, not a complete lie "Some stuff happened and I needed some time to deal."
"What stuff?" Will asked and you sighed.
"I lost someone." You elaborated "A friend and I miss them."
"Shit Titch, I'm sorry." Will said as he gave your arm a friendly squeeze "Anyone we know?"
"I don't really wanna talk about it." You said as you gave them a weak smile.
"Figures," Frank grumbled under his breath and you looked up at him in shock.
"What was that Fish?" Ben asked and Frankie shook his head.
"Nothing." He growled out "Need another drink."
"What's his problem?" Will asked and Ben shrugged.
"Been off for a few weeks now." Ben sighed "Think he got his heart broken."
"He was seeing someone?" You pushed and Ben shook his head.
"Dunno but I haven't seen him like this since Mel died." That statement made your stomach roll "He's been really forlorn. Doesn't wanna talk about it though. He's not the guy to kiss and tell but I think he might've been seeing someone and she ditched him."
You let out a sigh as your hand reached into your pocket and clutched the item in there. You needed to talk to Frank but you weren't sure how you were going to get him to listen to you. Little did you know, it wasn't going to be how you hoped.
You were an hour into drinks when Ben finally snapped. Each snide remark Fish made when you answered a question had him at tipping point. So in a fit of rage, he opened the can.
"What the fuck is your problem Fish?" He snapped, taking the older man by surprise "You've done nothing but make shitty remarks about Titch all evenin'... Something happen?"
"Doesn't matter." Frankie grumbled and you sighed.
"Frankie I-"
"You say you're sorry to me one more time and I'll-"
"What the fuck she got to be sorry about?" Ben growled and Fish flipped.
"She fucked me and then dumped me." He snarled. taking everyone by surprise "I confessed how I felt about her and she took advantage of me."
"Frankie can we talk about this outside for a moment."
"I don't wanna hear it." He grumbled and you felt yourself growing more agitated.
"There's something I need to talk to you about."
"I doubt it."
"Please... I need to tell you something."
"Nothing they can't hear." He spat and you lost it.
"Fine!." You pulled out the item that had been burning a hole in your pocket all evening "I'm pregnant!.. and it's yours."
Frankie's expression changed from one of anger to complete shock. Finally for the first time this evening he looked at you and what he saw broke his heart.
"I'm going to keep it. I don't expect anything from you." You finished before grabbing your coat and your bag "I think I should leave."
"Titch." Ben grabbed your wrist but you pulled it from his grasp.
"Sorry to have ruined your night."
You left then. Disappearing from the bar and leaving the three men sat there in shocked silence. Frankie stared at the test in disbelief. He was going to be a dad? And with the woman who... despite everything that had happened... He was still very much in love with.
"Fish?" Will's voice pulled him from his thoughts "You okay?"
"Yeah... Um... Just, processing I guess."
"What you gonna do?" Asked Ben and Frankie shrugged.
"Do you want this?" Will asked and Frank sobbed, nodding as he looked over at Will and then a Ben.
"I really do."
"Then you best go tell her." Ben pushed as he gave his friend's arm a friendly squeeze "I know she hurt you and I pissed as shit at her about it but you guys are gonna have a baby so you got to move past that."
Frankie nodded at Benny before grabbing the test and looking at the message on the small screen.
Pregnant
He had to see you. To talk to you but he found himself glued to the spot. What was he supposed to say? He supposed he'd know the moment he saw you. So after staring at the test for a little while longer he said his goodbyes to the brothers and left, waving down a cab when he reached the street.
Meanwhile, you were sobbing quietly to yourself as you brewed your depressing mug of decaf coffee. That was not how you had wanted to tell him. You'd wanted to confess how sorry you were and how shitty you'd been before giving him the test and telling him that something wonderful had come out of it though. You had just sat down on the couch when a knock sounded at your door. You sighed as you placed your mug down on the coffee and made your way over. Not bothering to check who it was before you opened it.
There, standing on your porch was Frankie.
"Frankie, what are you-"
"I'm in." He stated plainly as he gave you a small nod "Let's have a baby!"
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sparklecarehospital · 9 months
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what are the orientations of the side patients? i want to make fankids but i don't want to make any with incompatible pairings 🤷
here is a list of the official identities (gender and orientation) and pronouns for all the side patients, since there is nothing on the cast page atm
Orange - Non-binary guy + he/they + gay
Polly - Non-binary + he/she/they/it + bisexual
Finn - Cis man + he/him + gay
Mel - Trans man + he/him + gay
Kiki - Non-binary + he/him + queer
Reese - Agender + they/them + aroace
Jean - Trans man + he/him + gay
Cyn - Masc non-binary + he/they/it + bisexual
Chip - Trans man + he/him + bisexual
Shekann - Cis woman + she/her + hetace
PLUS the chunklings:
Miley - Cis woman + she/her + bisexual
Jandy - Cis woman + she/her + lesbian
Bec - Non-binary + he/she/they + bisexual
Scratch - Non-binary + they/them + unknown sexuality
Pepper - Non-binary + they/them + queer ace
AND staff:
Pinata - Cis man + he/him + panromantic graysexual
Godiva - Cis woman + she/her + lesbian
Kills - Trans woman + she/her + lesbian
Shortnick - Cis woman + she/her + ace lesbian
Snare - Cis woman + she/her + lesbian
Sunshine - Non-binary + they/them + no definite sexuality but very much sapphic with Nya
Nya - Transfem non-binary + she/her + lesbian
Party - Masc non-binary + he/they + gay
Peepbeep - man i dont fucking know anything he/him tho
Wilson - Trans man + he/him + gay
PLUS SIDE CHARACTERS:
Charles - Trans man + he/him + bisexual
Brigh - Cis man + he/him + bisexual
Prickles - Cis woman + she/her + undecided
Mr V - Cis man + he/him + undecided
AND SOME FAMILY:
Amber - Cis woman + she/her + ace lesbian
Shirley - Cis woman + she/her + ace lesbian
Ivy - Cis girl + she/her + still questioning
Fairy - Cis boy + he/him + he is just a little guy no orientation
Candy - Cis woman + she/her + straight
Pop - Cis man + he/him + straight
Pega - Cis woman + she/her + sapphic
Cav - Cis woman + she/her + aroace
Cake - Cis man + he/him + bisexual
SORRY THIS POST GOT REALLY LONG I JUST WASNT SURE HOW MANY OF THESE IVE ACTUALLY CONFIRMED SO IM JUST PUTTING IT ALL IN ONE PLACE AND I AM PROBABLY STILL FORGETTING PEOPLE
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Would you be open to a Melissa x reader where the reader is one of the camera women who Melissa has a crush on?
I most definitely would be open to this! Omg what a great idea! Anon you are awesome and creative <3
*Warning: Lots of fluff and cute stuff
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Fresh off of working as a camerawoman on a failed Netflix series and fed up with L.A. you took a chance when your friend suggested joining a documentary crew for a school in Philly.
You'd never been to the city but thought a change would be good for you.
On your first day, you thought there might be a meeting to get to know the subjects of the documentary, but you were thrust right away by the director into filming the break room.
Walking into the shabby room you were a bit confused because no one was there—that was until a redhead came in shimming her hips with a drink in hand--that was into she realized you were pointing a camera at her.
Her intense stare had you wanting to sink through the floor.
"Who let you in here with a camera?" Melissa said, her voice hard and you knew she didn't like you.
"We are starting the Abbott Elementary documentary today," your voice shook as you put your camera down on the table and tried to fish through your cargo pant pockets for the authorization slip. You squinted at the pink slip. "Says, Ms. Ava Coleman signed off on filming?"
Melissa rolled her eyes, turning around and right out of the room.
You'd dealt with difficult actors and you hoped those troubles wouldn't follow, especially with the mysterious redhead.
It wasn't long before you were assigned to the break room and interviews.
You quickly learned everyone's name and almost everyone was open with you or forgot you were there, except Melissa.
At first, she would look out the corner of her eyes, you could tell she was watching what she said and did around you.
You quickly learned it was just her Philly Sicilian-Italian roots and general mistrust of anyone who could be perceived as a rat--which you most definitely weren't.
It wasn't until a few weeks in Melissa was assigned to talk to you during one of her breaks and you wondered how candid she would be.
When she walked out of her classroom you noticed she was in a more relaxed mood.
"Day going good?" You asked swinging your camera onto your shoulder.
Melissa didn't smile, just looked you over curiously before leaning against the wall.
"What are you a fed?" Melissa gave a small smirk, her pink lips catching your attention. You dropped the mic that was in your hand and scrambled to pick it up. When you stood back up Melissa was finally smiling at you.
"No, I'm not a fed." you handed her the mic and she stared at the cords. "Sorry, do you mind if I hook you up?" Melissa shook her head no, handing the mic back to you.
Your hands shook and you wondered if you forgot to eat breakfast, but as you clipped the mic pack onto Melissa's pants and carefully routed the wires up her jacket, you realized you were just very gay and you also may have had a venti coffee.
You coughed, clearing your throat before moving back in front of her.
"You Sicilian?" You shook your head letting her lead you into the conversation. "Italian?" no again. "You from south?" You felt your shelf digging a deeper and deeper hole with her. "Ok, are you working with the cops? Because you have to tell me."
"Mel!" You said a bit louder than you meant and her sight was hard on you. "Look I'm not a cop and I totally understand what you mean. My uncle was said to be a part of the mob, just not the Italian mob. I'm familiar with the codes. I'm just interested in you and your work here and that's it."
From that moment on Melissa started to trust you a bit more, often asking if you could film her classroom.
During both your breaks you found yourself talking about family and told Melissa a bit more about your uncle who you very much looked up to despite his ties. He was a nice guy, with old-fashioned values pertaining to love, loyalty, and family. Those were all things Melissa loved about her family and started to find she liked in you.
You didn't notice, but Melissa started to find herself staring at you whenever you were near.
Whenever you entered a room not filming, she would give you a playful fist bump to the arm, often leaving you a smiling mess.
You both found yourselves getting comfortable, sometimes taking lunch together if Barbara was busy or spending Melissa's recess time chatting about your lives.
Whatever was blossoming, you felt it. Your heart often heavy, yearning for the woman who now trusted you.
"Gary, thinks I'm a Philly 11," Melissa said from behind her desk as you sat in the front row of her class. The school day was over and it was just Melissa and you in the classroom.
"He calls that flirting?" you scoffed, crossing your arms. You saw Gary around and saw the way he looked at Melissa and you hated he was even trying to get a date with her.
"What you have something better?" Melissa smirked at you, leaning forward. You immediately felt your mouth go dry as you stared at Melissa's cross and saint necklaces, pointing a perfect path down to the cleavage only her knit green v-neck sweater showed.
"Yeah, I do have something better." You took a deep breath, her eyes following you as you got up coming around her desk.
It was a natural dance, Melissa standing, her hips pressing back against the desk as your body pressed into her own.
Your breath lingered on her own, as her chest raised then fell against you.
Melissa stared at your lips, before looking up at you, unspoken consent asked, and you nodded yes.
Her nails ghosted along your cheek before she leaned in taking your lips with her own.
She tasted sweet, her lips moving with a confidence you found intoxicating. You knew from that moment on she was your muse.
Your hands molded as if Melissa's waists and curves were made especially for you.
You don't know how long you were lost in Melissa's kiss but you both pull back slightly, resting your forehead on each other.
"You're a Philly 100," you whispered and Melissa laughed, slapping your arm before pulling you into a quick kiss.
She studied your face, a glow covering her own before her eyes met up to yours. "And you're mine."
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ashisgreedy · 7 months
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Imelda Reyes x F!MC
“In Her Embrace”
Tags: Smut 18+| F x F | First times | Cunnilingus | Gay Awakening(?) | Aged up 18+
WC: 2,500+
AN: Guess who I have a crush on 🥴
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Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I haven't written in you for a while. In the past few weeks, something wonderful happened… and I have been otherwise occupied with this new, incredible thing. I can't stop smiling as I begin to write this. I would like to start from the beginning so I may paint the full picture for myself to recall as I grow older.
My best friend Imelda and I have been growing close lately. After my last break-up, she encouraged me to stay single for a while. I had been dating back to back as you can see in my previous diary entries. But, something about the way she was almost begging me to turn down Andrew Larson’s invitation for dinner made me seriously consider it. I took her advice and decided I would stay single for a bit longer to really help remind myself of who I am.
She was happy when I told her this, telling me she always hated all my boyfriends, that they didn’t deserve me. I smiled at that, remembering a time when she wouldn’t have spoken so freely to me. It used to be low blows and curt comments from her, but now, since we’ve grown as friends and I earned her respect on a broom, I’ve been privy to how she truly feels. 
Two weeks ago, it was girls night. We planned a sleepover in my dorm room over the holiday. All my other roommates were gone for the extended weekend back home and Imelda and I took full advantage of the privacy, making a pillow fort by my bed and reading to one another out of the fantasy book floating around the Slytherin girl’s dorms. The book was something someone brought from back home, a muggle story where the main character was female and went on all these badass adventures. It's now Imelda's favorite.
She braided my hair, a bit too tight I might add, I had to loosen it to stop the headache from forming, and I manicured her nails. She keeps them short for her quidditch matches and I made sure to add a tiny heart to both her thumbnails in black paint.
When it came time for sleeping, we both changed into our pajamas and tucked into my bed for the night. We could hardly stop chatting even long after the lights were out. Imelda was so giggly this night, in a better mood than I had seen her in a while. Her laugh was contagious and I couldn’t help but share it.
We found ourselves tangled up, giggling about nothing and everything late into the night. There was a moment, just one, where I felt a shift in our dynamic. She looked at me, her legs twisted with mine, her hand sliding through my hair, and she just stared into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. The laughing had died down and I supposed she was growing tired as the hours went on.
“Good night, then…” I finally said, breaking whatever tension had begun to build around us. I pulled up the blanket and snuggled my head into the pillow.
I saw her face go from bright and cheery to dark and stormy in a nanosecond. She huffed a ‘night’ to me and turned away. My forehead creased at the sudden change in her demeanor. Had I done something wrong? I scoured my mind thinking of the entire evening all the way up until this moment.
“Imelda… Is everything alright? We were just laughing moments ago.” I tried, my heart swirling with fear that I had somehow caused a rift to develop between us. I reached out to touch her arm, the one my hands had already been all over this evening to provide her comfort.
"You didn't do anything wrong..." She mumbles. Her voice was wavering and a piece of my heart broke.
I rubbed her arm with more confidence. “You know you can always talk to me about anything. We’re best friends.” I used my most reassuring voice. “I’m here for you.” There was a distinct sniff that came from Imelda so I immediately wrapped her in my arms and held her to my chest. “You can talk to me about anything, Mel. I mean it.”
She didn’t cry as I held her, she fought off the tears as best as she could. I could feel the war inside her body as she held back, trembling and squeezing her eyes shut. She was always so strong and I wanted to allow her the space to feel whatever emotion she was feeling if she was in the mood to express it.
After some time, she calmed and her breath became even. Imelda finally rolled over, looking at me. The light from the window spilled over her features and I gave her a small smile. “What has got you so worked up?” I asked. I was waiting for a spitfire answer but she just stared at me again with those big brown eyes.
 She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same to her. We shared her pillow while I rubbed her back. She adjusted herself and my hand went a bit too far, grazing her backside.
“Sorry,” I said, pulling my hand back. The blanket’s slid down cooling off the body heat between us.
She smirked and grabbed my hand, placing it on her thigh. “It’s fine. You can touch me anywhere.”
My fingers rested on her exposed skin, a bit higher than proper since her sleep shorts were riding up. I froze, unsure of what kind of joke this was. She teased me constantly, but never like this. Her toes grazed my foot as she brought her leg closer to me.
“What… do you mean by that?” I asked, hand still stiff on her exposed skin.
She took in a deep breath. “I mean what I said.”
She didn’t elaborate and I found my thumb sliding in small circles on her thigh. Chilled bumps rose and I gently squeezed her thigh where it transitioned into the swell of her ass. My mind felt blank as I did this, driven by a tiny voice inside my head for more. Her skin was soft and warm and she smelled of the same floral soap I used.
“Hey,” Imelda said, cupping my face and taking me out of the trance I was in. “If I am wrong, please tell me...”
I watched as she slowly inched forward. I looked down at her dark rosy lips, slightly parting as they neared mine. I leaned forward and our noses brushed, her breath fanned over my cheeks, then our lips met. I didn’t feel confused like I thought I should, kissing another woman. Instead, I felt free, like I was soaring. As Imelda tilted her head to deepen the kiss, I found my hand traveling up and down her form.
I’ve never felt the spark most people describe when kissing a lover. It's always been just that, two lips touching. But this… it felt right in every way possible. The way her lips quivered pressing into mine sent a bolt straight through me. What was once a cup of the face to pull one close was now a caress of affection and devotion, and what used to be groping and foreplay was a gentle escapade to explore one another for the sake of admiration and longing.
The entire world could be burning just outside but it wouldn’t even compare to the sudden passion that was set ablaze in my heart for her, for my best friend. Imelda lay back on the bed and pulled me with her. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I couldn't suppress the noise that escaped me. Now this, this was the feeling I'd been seeking all my life in the arms of another. I smiled into her kiss realizing it had been within my reach this whole time.
I touched her soft hair and slid my fingers down to her waist. I felt her curves and the strong muscles underneath from her many sporting practices. I then dared to move my hand up her stomach, splaying my fingers out to feel all of her. She had given me permission to touch her, but I wanted to give her a chance to change her mind. The closer I got to her chest the more her breathing picked up.
I cupped her breast in my hand and felt jubilant when she moaned for me. I was falling apart, breaking and shattering, and being rebuilt by her touches and sounds. I squeezed her breast again, the thin layer of her sleep shirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and rubbed my thumb over the soft peak. Her body came alive for me, her nipple hardening under my touch. I groaned into the kiss, a new feeling sweeping over me knowing I had this effect on her.
She was my best friend, my closest ally, and here she was, moaning and rubbing her body against mine as we tangled together, pining for more of my touch. I wondered if she was just as turned on as I was. I felt the heat between my legs and couldn't get over the idea that maybe she was just as turned on too.
"Imelda" I breathed "May I… uh" I tugged at her sleep shorts, the thin fabric stretching as I did.
She started kicking them off in a flurry. "Gods, yes."
I helped her out of her shorts and panties. On a roll, I pulled off her top and she tugged mine off too. Her hands cupped my newly exposed breast and her lips moved to kiss my nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot through me at the soft yet pleasurable sensation.
I moved my hand to her thighs and pushed until she parted for me. I had been trembling but nothing like this as my hand made its way up her leg. I felt embarrassed by the shaking but adrenaline was making its way through my veins in a frenzy. Imelda whimpered when my fingers grazed her center. My breath caught when my digit ran down her slit and found her so wet.
"I want to taste you." I gently pushed her to lay flat on her back again. "Please, please Imelda. Say yes," I begged, the warmth of her slick on my fingers causing me to lose my mind.
"Yes!" She pushed on my head until I was between her thighs. A smirk grew on my lips seeing her beautiful personality come out, the one I'd grown to love.
I pushed her legs apart, looking at the sight before me. Fuck, she was perfect. Every ounce of her body was beautifully and wonderfully made just for me, it felt. I used my thumb to reveal her clit and sighed when the nub was just as pink and swollen as I'd hoped.
Imelda groaned and rocked her hips, bucking against nothing. I ran my finger down the seam and met her entrance. Effortlessly, my finger slid inside. Her walls were silky smooth as they flexed around my intruding digit.
"That's enough teasing." Imelda decided.
I nodded. "I'm sorry, I will take time to explore you more later" I apologized, giving her clit a soft kiss.
Imelda groaned and tangled her hand in my hair again, pushing until my mouth was fully on her pussy. I licked and pressed my tongue down, feeling the bud roll over my tongue and give way to pressure. Imelda was practically panting the more I lapped at her clit
I circled my lips over the swelled clit and sucked lightly until her breath hitched. I used my tongue to swirl in circles until her legs were trembling around me. Her moans and reactions were all I could have ever wanted from her. I let up, giving her clit a momentary break while I moved down her cunt to taste the wetness unfolding. The taste was like no other. I groaned as I ventured more into the source.
I pressed my tongue flat and ran it all along the seam of her pussy. I gripped her rocking hips, keeping her at the perfect angle for my mouth. Imelda yelled my name with a string of curses and began to arch off the bed.
She didn't have to tell me, I knew, I could tell how close she was in the way her body amped up. I focused on her clit again, slipping my finger back inside her and rubbing circles over her g-spot. She was pulling at my hair, anchoring my face to rub her clit all over my tongue in a desperate manner.
I had never been so turned on in my life than when her moans became lewd and her cunt throbbed around my finger. I had known her for so long, I thought I’d known everything about her. But, this was very new. The way she whimpered my name, her lewd low moans, how she arched forward, keeping eye contact with me as pleasure pulsed through her. I reached up, cupping her breast in my hand and rubbing to add just a hint more pleasure to her euphoric moment.
When she came down, I kissed all over her thighs. I moved up her stomach and kissed her breasts again. I moved to her neck and tasted her skin and a hint of sweat.
She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight to her warm body. We lay like that for a long moment before I was pushed down, looking up at her.
It was my turn, then it was her turn again… then my turn again, over and over until the sun filled the bedroom.
We got about 45 minutes of sleep before we decided it was fruitless and got up for the day.
We took a shower together, and I got to wash her beautiful hair for her. She helped clean me off with the wash rag getting every inch of me clean. We made-out in the shower under the warm running water. I told her how beautiful she was and got to watch her cheeks blush in the light for the first time. She rolled her eyes playfully and pulled me in for an even hotter kiss.
We floated through breakfast and held hands under the table. We didn't leave each other's company until days later for her first mandatory quidditch practice began. The holiday break was over and classes would be starting up again soon.
I sat outside the quidditch pitch studying to get a head start on various classes until she was done. The next time I saw her, she had her hair back in a low ponytail and wore her green quidditch uniform. 
She had a single yellow flower in her hand as she joined me on the lawn. She offered it to me, twirling it in her fingers, with one question "Will you be my girlfriend?"
The hug I gave her had me tackling her to the ground. We both giggled and I said yes, a thousand times yes, as I kissed her neck and cheek. We finally looked at one another, her smile more wide than I'd ever seen it, and shared our first kiss as a couple.
So, Diary, that is why I haven't been around the last few weeks to update you. I will try to keep up with my entries in the future, but I can't promise I won't be swept away by my girlfriend yet again.
M.C.
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literaryspinster · 8 months
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*sigh* we’re really doing this? Okay. First of all, you said it your damn self, he was talking about the council, not everything is about Viktor, I’m sorry but it’s not. Second of all, Viktor isn’t the one who got exiled for wanting to be merciful. “You were always right” could easily mean that she was right to question her mother’s methods and an assurance that she doesn’t need to be like her to be a good leader.
Sure we don’t know the extent of what Mel told him about her family, but I’m guessing it’s quite a bit since he was able to guess that Ambessa was her mom based on the anecdote she shared with him in the bath house, and they made a point to show Mel removing her family’s ring after Jayce tells her this. I personally think that was the meaning of his statement, not a slight against Viktor. But of course, nobody actually wants to pay attention to Mel or see her humanity or her conflict, ever.
It’s like I said before, Jayce loves Viktor, he’s desperate to save Viktor, he spends the majority of his screentime with Viktor, but Mel is important to him too, he sees her goodness and that’s something she desperately needs, as she was literally disowned for it. Look, I get it, Mel isn’t a league character, she’s not gay, she’s not a skinny white villain, she’s not disabled aside from her ptsd, she’s not a Zaunite, why should I like her and defend her, right? Because she’s a legitimately good character who deserves to be there and deserves the chance to grow. And Jayce loving her does not mean he doesn’t love Viktor, it never meant that.
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ui-artdump · 1 month
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February 14 Gift Arts Collection
Happy friendship day with many delays...
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For Rosie and Mercie Notes: Lmaooo I was so crazy for them, do you know that I didn't really plan these and my hand just went autopilot? Anyway, Raid had some confidence to kiss Keres? Fr fr?? The Malleutoria is either Malleus chased Victoria and hugged her from behind or they were in an argument and instead of admitting he was wrong he just does that. Nororia is actually insane, Noriko move, it's my turn. /j
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For Erin Haha Shadow Twins with Dusty go brrr, He cannot escape them /j I am so sorry for the grayscale Areia x Horace, I didn't have any idea what Horace colors are sobs ANYWAY MOM AND DAD ARE DANCING /J /J
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For Ellis Its them. The og, the one who gets the happiness whilst in the 2T1L storyline UiO suffers /hsrs.
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For Basil They're so awaawifuaaaaa- I love them so much they are so precious I love these theatre kids 💀. Broken justice x self-imposed justice!!!
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For Jas Mitch? Being soft? Mitch? OOC? Wtf is wrong with him (derogatory) HHHHHHH TOMIGATHA THOUGHTS TOMIGATHA THOUGHTS WON OVER MEEEEEEEE AHDSFJKHDJFAHJF I love this gay fish yuri lmao
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For Fumi I had a vision of them and I just had to do it. I'm ngl, I kind of want what is happening between Shui and Flynn /j
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For Mel Hihi they make me go feral, they are literally so sweet together and genuinely the most unproblematic ship of Feli LMAOOOOO
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For Rev Your honor, them. Oh my god. They go all around my head. Shui is going in for the revenge kiss and Feli can't decide if she wants to kiss Charles or not. (we know she likes the taste /j/j/j)
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garak · 1 year
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rare serious stannis post but i hate people being like “guys stannis would never do this clearly mel has done magic to him” especially in regards to his relationship with her mostly because 1. love potions/magic is such stupid cop out annoying bullshit and if it becomes relevant in any way to the story i will die rather than accept it, 2. stannis is his own man and makes bad decisions quite often, and 3. he is known to do things he personally dislikes or has mixed feelings on if he thinks they will help his cause or if he thinks it’s his duty. as we all know i’m a gay stannis truther but there is no denying his relationship with mel is physical even beyond when she was making evil shadow babies, which puts the onus of explanation on us homosexual crusaders for why that was happening. for the answer we have to go back to ned’s observation of him in book one, and the iconic line of him going to his wife’s bed twice or so a year like a man marching off to war. from this we know that even after shireen was born and it was known selyse was almost certainly not going to have another kid, they still tried despite his obvious dislike for it. i think he’s in a similar position with melisandre now, where at one point this endeavor did produce results in some way or another and now even after theyre not seeing the same effect there is still the hope and thus still the effort made. what we hear from stannis himself of mel at least early on is extremely unromantic which is a trend that seems to continue on afaicr, viewing her practice as a means to an end instead of a religious belief that he too holds. but of course stannis is desperate for recognition and having someone who views him as a religious figure (and is willing to say it to his face. sorry davos) after years of feeling spurned and unappreciated is probably pretty nice! complicated stuff happening in that guys head that cannot be simply waved away by saying the he has a spell on him or something
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For lovely Bill Potts if you'd be so kind:
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
And, if you'd like another one, for Anne of Cleves from Six:
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?
And, if you'd like a third one, how about Rose Tyler:
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
11. Would you date this character?
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?
Feel free to skip any :) I'm sorry to hear about the pain, hon, I hope it'll get better soon <3
2: kinda just how quick-witted she is? like she's so fucking smart, and she's like. matches the doctor's energy and is so amazing. and the lesbian-ness, definitely the lesbian energy
5: space girl - frances forever
22: i love when fic writers show how strong and like chaotic (in a good way) she is? like, how just bright she is as a person, ig. and i get a bit frustrated whenever people just push her off as just this unimportant side character, like no. she was a companion just as much as any others, she deserves some of the spotlight.
haha bill is my beloved <3 i would do so much for her lol
7: i absolutely love it when fandoms portray anna as like this fucking disaster queen, yknow? like she cannot cook and will start fires every time, but she's loyal af and will kill a man for you
9: for sure!! it'd be fun af to live with someone who is kinda same vibes, also i can cook without starting a fire which is crucial
24: she either reminds me of hercules mulligan from hamilton or dare i say mels?? idk they both give of the disaster queen vibes i've mentioned earlier
anne/a is most def a underrated character, and im really glad you asked me about her :)
4: this was hard to choose, considering DW is literally in every media possible lol, ended up choosing comics cause rose would kick ass as a comic book character - specifically marvel
11: i may be gay af, but alas, not exactly my type? idk, we just wouldn't fit in a relationship. friends for sure tho!!
18: canon ships is hard, considering i can only ship her with ten/tentoo but yeah, i think they're good for each other. im not a hardcore tenrose shipper, but if i can add it into a fic, i would
thank you sm for the long ask lol, im doing better (after taking five "extra-strength" ibuprofen/acetaminophen pills) <333
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