#y’all are gonna make me so mad that I start writing again just out of spite

[geronimowrites]

If one more person labels a fic “AFAB reader,” (assigned female at birth for those who are unfamiliar) when they mean “she/her, cisgender, heterosexual woman” I am finding the nearest interstate and throwing myself into traffic.

I have seen an increasing number of writers on tumblr using “afab” as a catch all for when they are writing from the perspective of a woman, or fem aligned perspective.

The tag f!reader IS THERE FOR A FUCKING REASON. The terms AFAB and AMAB are often used by trans and non-binary people to discuss anatomy that they may be uncomfortable with. It was a way for non-binary people to disclose physical characteristics without tying gender identity into it, and when you use it improperly it defeats the entire purpose of the terms.

So, unless you are writing from a gender neutral perspective where anatomy of the reader is important, stick to fem!reader or male!reader.

#y’all piss me off #transmasc #nonbinary #a slice of education if you will #trans nsft #y’all are gonna make me so mad that I start writing again just out of spite

[myfavouritefoodismilkbread]

Y/N being a brat on purpose because she likes the punishments

Hyung line

Warnings: suggestive, degradation, punishment, edging, orgasm denial, spanking

A/N: just a subby here who wished these happen to her y’all :)) it’s pure fiction, my imagination, my writing DOES NOT reflect the way the boys really are

Chan

For the last 2 months you’ve played by his rules, you’ve been the perfect little good girl he wanted, but today you felt a bit reckless. You love his spankings, it’s something about his big hands landing on your sensitive skin of your bum. Today was the day when you’re gonna say no, be a brat, you needed the brat treatment, just the tough of it makes your pussy wet.

“Babygirl, the dinner is ready, come eat please” said your beloved boyfriend Chan, and you knew it was your time to shine.

“No, I’m not hungry” you said with a smirk on your lips.

Chan thought that he didn’t quite hear right, you saying no? That’s not something he enjoyed so much. He came by the sofa where you stand playing on your switch, and he asked you:

“Excuse me? I don’t think I hear you right. What did you said, babygirl?”

He wasn’t that angry, not yet at least. So you think you can play harder. Without looking at him, your head invested in the game you played, you said again:

“I said no daddy, I’m not hungry. I don’t wanna”

He look at you in disbelief, what do you mean no? He was tired from today’s schedules, and even so he wanted to cook for you to spoil his babygirl and she said no? He wasn’t having any of that.

“Y/N.”

Now you got him where you wanted. Calling you by your name? He was angry. But it wasn’t quite enough, you decided you could do more, so the moment when you look up at him and told him what you wanted to say, you knew it’s gonna be over for you, your pussy clenching around nothing just by the tought:

“Christopher.”

That was it. The last straw. You calling him by his name? No, this is not happening.

“Bend over my knees. Now. If you’re gonna squirm, cry, scream or anything related to it I’m gonna start over. 10 spanks, you’re gonna count, you hear me, you brat?”

HELL YES. You looked into his eyes and simply told him “Yes, daddy” compling with everything he said.

You bend over his knees, and the moment you put yourself into the position to take your punishment he tore your panties and put his 2 fingers over your pussy which was glistering with your arousal.

You hear him laugh at that, by now he figured out your plan and he said:

“You’ve being a brat on purpose? Hmm, babygirl? You wanted daddy to spank you, princess?”

While he said those words to you, he also put his fingers inside your pussy and start scissoring them, a moan slipped thru your mouth already:

“N-no daddy, ahh, I promise!”

“You fucking brat, also lying to her daddy?”

SPANK.

He caught you by surprise, a sound of pain and pleasure erupted from your month.

“What did I said to you, babygirl? No sounds, or I’m gonna start again. Add 5 more because you didn’t count, yea?”

Lee Know

Minho was scary when he was mad, you knew. But something about mean Minho got you butterflies in your tummy, also, when you were being a brat it always end up with you squirting.

His punishment were not easy, he liked to edge you ‘till the verge of tears and denied your orgasm until he was convinced you deserve to cum.

Today was the day, you wanted to make him mad, so when he asked you if you wanted to go with him at dance practice you knew that was the perfect place.

In one of the breaks, you looked at Changbin and you knew he was gonna be the victim. Without much notice, you said loud enough so your boyfriend could hear you:

“Hey Binnie, you worked out lately? Your arms looks good today!”

At that statement, your boyfriend head snaps at you and he looks at you intensly, but that wasn’t enough. When Changbin attention was on you, you said to him:

“I really wanna go to the gym too but I don’t know where to start. Maybe you can teach me some things, for wannabes”

Changbin smiled at you because he figure it out what you were tryna do, so as a good friend he played along:

“Sure, y/n. If you are free tomorrow, I can show you some things, what do you say, kitten?”

When Minho heard Changbin call you kitten he saw red. Only him gets to call you kitten, and Bin knew. You smiled at Changbin because you knew he was helping you and also to piss off Minho more. When you wanted to respond to Changbin you heard your boyfriend say:

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow. Y/N, get out, now”

At his words you got up and went to the door, looking at Changbin and whispering a “Thank you” to him, he already winked back at you.

You arrive in Minho’s car, pretending that nothing’s happening, and you ask him with your sweetest voice:

“What’s worng, Min? Did something happen?”

He looks at you and you saw how angry he was. He scared you a little but you knew it’s gonna be the ride of your life. He open his mouth and said in his deep voice:

“You wanna be a slut around my friends? It’s not a problem, kitten. I’m gonna treat you like the slut you are, yea? Get in the back, now”

Shit, he is already degrading you, he was mad mad. You get into the back of the car and looked at him with innocent eyes. He asked you:

“What’s your safe word?”

“Teacup” you said looking at him serios in the eyes, a bit scared but excited.

“Good, remember it, yeah? Take your chlotes off”

“But Min, what if someone see us? We are in the parking lot at JYP” you said concerned a little. He just laugh at you saying:

“Let them, everyone needs to know who you belong to. You had to think about that before starting being a whore, yeah? Now put on a show for Binnie, I just text him to come bring me my bottle which I acidentally forgot, yeah kitten?”

Changbin

Changbin never gets mad at you, much of it is because the man loves and cherishes you with all his being.

Sex with him is always vanilla. Don't get me wrong, you love sex with him, he always makes sure you finish first, not just once, at least 3 times.

The thing is that once in a while, when you really piss him off, he fucks you hard, so hard you can't talk. That was his punishment.

Today you felt like he needed to fuck you that way, hard, so you made up a plan to piss him off, of course. Nothing piss Binnie off more than silence treatment. He’s the type of guy who wants to solve his problems with you, he can’t stand you not talking to him, so when he comes in your shared bed and asked you:

“What’s up, Jagi?” you didn’t respond to him. He tought that you didn’t hear him and tell you again:

“Jagiya, hello?”

But nothing. Silence. He started getting worried at first and asked you:

“Jagi what’s wrong, are you mad at me? I did something wrong?”

At that you just glanced at him and turn yourself on the other side, now your back facing him.

Changbin didn’t eat that at all, no. Instead he got mad, pulling you by your hand and turned you to face him telling you in his deepest voice:

“If you’re not gonna talk to me this won’t end well, Y/N. Tell me what is wrong so we can fix it or I’m gonna make sure you won’t walk for the rest of the week, cause I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you”

You had him. You really had him. So in order for him to do what he told you he would do, you made a gesture you knew it’s gonna be the end for you. You just rolled your eyes, without saying a word.

Changbin was MAD. He pin your hands above your head and placed himself above you, looking strainght into your eyes, saying:

“When I ask you what color are you you’re gonna fucking tell me, understand?”

Fuck yes. You nod your head looking at him. At that he told you:

“Words, princess.”

“Yes, Bin”

He spanked you on your tights.

“That’s not my name, jagi. Tell me again, but use my name properly this time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Atta girl.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic and you wouldn’t change that for the world. He called you his muse, the way he called you “baby” so sweet, with pure love in his eyes, he loved you endlessly and he’s convinced he can’t live without you.

But also, Hyunjin have a part in him that the world don’t see it, only you see it, when you’re being a brat. His punishments are just like Minho, hard but always end up with you squirting and in bed for at least 2 days, because you feel so sore.

Hyunjin it’s a person who gets angry easily. He have a temper so much like yours, the difference between you two is that he’s turning himself into a hard dom when he’s mad, something that you love with all your heart and pussy.

Today was one of that days when frustration got the best of you, he leave this morning and let you in your shared bed with the promise that he’ll come home as soon as you could, but the problem is you were horny. So, so horny. So you decided to take the problems in your hands and text him:

“Hyuneee, i need you so bad right now…”

You put your phone down and waited patienly on the sofa of your shared apartament for a reply. 2 minutes pass and you hear a notification on your phone, a text from your boyfriend:

“Baby I promise it’s not gonna take long, in max 2 hours I’m home, yeah sweets?”

You groan at his response, 2 hours it’s too long, so you text him back:

“But 2 hours are too long Jinnie, please, I can’t…”

He saw your message immediately, a sign that he is with his phone in his hands, so you text him another one:

“Shit daddy, I need you so bad rn”

He types. And stop. And types again. And stop again. It was agonizing to say at least. Finally, a message appear on your screen:

“Baby, i’m coming home as fast as I can. Don’t forget that you don’t have permission to play with yourself, don’t even think about touching your princess parts, yeah baby?”

At that a smirk appear on your face. You open the camera and record a video of yourself doing exactly what he told you not to, playing with yourself. You press send along with this message:

“But I can’t hold it daddy, ‘m so wet for you, please it hurts”

After 1 minute you saw that he was offline. Fucking prick, who does he think he is? Telling you to not play with yourself and after that ignoring you? No, you’re gonna show him that this time you make the rules.

You went into your bedroom and take the pink vibrator out of your nightstand, turning it on and place it on your clit, some of the tension starting to fade away.

You didn’t hear the door open, you were too lost into your own pleasure to hear your boyfriend coming in your bedroom, leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

After watching for a few seconds, you heard his voice clear when he said:

“What the fuck are you doing? I told you, you don’t have the permission to do that, why would you want to be a brat, today, hmm? You wanted me that badly, baby? You have me, but the moment I start to touch you don’t you dare to even think about cumming until I give you the permission, you hear me sweets?”

#skz #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin

[sockiess]

Heyy could you write a fic where the reader calls Sam by the wrong names as like a prank. And he gets mad at them. But a happy ending!

Thanks pookie 🫦

she’s gonna call him scott because I find it funny and if any of y’all think it’s stupid well.. that’s a you a problem (jk that was mean sorry). THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

Excuse me?

warnings: none

I had the best idea to prank Sam..ok, maybe it wasn’t the best idea but it was going to funny so yolo. I decided I was going to call Sam by the wrong name and see how he would react.

Sam was in the kitchen making me dinner because I had asked him to. Contrary to popular belief, Sam could cook and he was really good at it. “Hi Sammy” I said as I sat down on the counter watching him cook.” “Hi baby” Sam said smiling at me. “Dinners almost ready why don’t you go sit down at the table.” Sam said kissing my cheek and helping me down from the counter. I went and sat at the table watching him plate the food onto my plate and then his. He walked over and sat my plate down in front of me and kissed the top of my head “enjoy baby” Sam gleamed watching me eat and sitting down across from me starting to eat his dinner as well.

“Wow Scott this is really good!” I said mouth full of pasta. I watched as Sam registered what I said and slowly placed his fork down. “Excuse me?” He said arching his eyebrow and starring at me. “What?” I said continuing to eat. “Who is Scott?” Sam asked quickly. “I don’t know what you mean?” I replied trying not to laugh. Sam pulled my plate away from me. I gasped as he held my plate. “Sam-“ I tried to protest but Sam interrupted me. “No, have Scott make you dinner” Sam said getting up and placing my plate on the counter. “Sam-“ I tried to protest again standing up and following him but he just kept talking

“I bet Scott doesn’t make pasta the way you like it. I bet he doesn’t play with your hair every night to help you fall asleep. I bet he doesn’t put your towel in the dryer while you’re showering so it’s warm for you when you get out” Sam rambled while pacing back and forth

I quickly shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips. “Can I speak please?” I asked. “fine.” Sam said crossing his arms. “There is no Scott it’s just a random name I got from a TV show I was just trying to prank you i’m sorry” I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his chest. “so there is no Scott?” He asked. “No Scott, i only need you” I said kissing his chest. “ok but you can’t do that to me scared me shitless baby” Sam exhaled wrapping his arms around me and playing with my hair. “Sorry Sammy” I whispered. “It’s ok baby” Sam replied. “Here’s your food” Sam said handing me back my plate and sheepishly smiling at me. “Thank you.” I said and sat back down at the table. “Thank you for everything you do for me I love you and only you” I said before I ate. “I’ll do it everyday for the rest of my life I love you too baby” Sam responded smiling at me.

HIIII I HOPE YOU LIKE IT IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING LET ME KNOW🫶

#sam monroe fluff #sam monroe angst #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe #hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagines

[fizzywashere87]

how would the rise or mutant mayhem twortlezzz react to have a short gremlin friend? Like would reader is short (maybe mikey's height or a bit taller) and she is a bit chaotic. Very blunt and slightly aggressive and at first seems kinda harsh but actually is very sweet once you get to know them. Also mood swings (me fr fr)

HELLO MY LITTLE SIBLING 😁😁😁I AM VERY EXCITED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WRITING THIS!!! YOU ARE SUPER RAD BRO-BRO KEEPING BEING AWESOME 😎

HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL SIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START WRITING THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! I hope this is good, uhm, as you know it’s my first time writing so I rlly rlly hope this turns out well!! Also I don’t know enough about the mutant mayhem turtles so i don’t know if i will be writing for them atm but…ENJOY!! <333

rise! Raph-a-doodle

Okay, we already know mans is big, he could pick you up and throw you either way, he wont.

If you’re shorter than Mikey i think he might notice but i feel like he would be indifferent

He will definitely hype you up short or not :))

As for big man here, he’s gonna pick you up like a mf ragdoll Lol I thought I was funny there

Lord forbid someone ever tease you for your height >:( ”Say it again and I’ll pound you like a boss!” why did i write that

But in a way more scary tone

Your friendship is obviously like the short gremlin and the friendly giant, why would I need to explain? your short and he’s tall incase you didn’t know

Cuddles are a must if you're okay with it (platonic cuddles are a thing)

Just lay on his plastron or disappear under his arm lol

As for the chaos, he probably wouldn’t mind it as long as you're being safe

He would probably join in most of the time but he has oldest sibling syndrome :((

He does his best to keep you from danger please don’t make it too hard for him

Most times I do see him joining in on the chaos if it’s just around the lair

If it’s on patrol don’t expect him to be so careless though he is impulsive at times Raphie worries

As for your aggressiveness, I see him as the type of person to just chill and wait for you to come back when you’re doing your thing like: 🧍‍♀️

Big man is lowkey terrified of you despite the fact he’d be towering over you

I’m not gonna lie, you being kinda harsh at first would kinda put him off

He might shy away from you at first and it’s not you, it’s the demon in your mind telling you what to do 👹 it’s u

Once you warm up to everybody and you properly hang out with him he’ll be a lot more open to being around you

He’ll realize what a cutie you are (platonically) and he won’t fear you as much -if you’re loud he assumes your tough shit like that, i don’t make the rules here

He’ll be confused when he experiences your mood swings and depending on how severe they are he might panic -One second you’re: 💕🤗Then you’re: 🤬🖕

He'll be like 'uhm wtf'

But it’s okay because you’re his best friend and he loves you either way!!

rise! Neon-Leon

He’s not gonna pass up an opportunity to tease you

It's Leo dude

He's using you as an armrest and he's smug about it motherfucker

When he's not teasing you, y'all are chill

Another one to just pick you up because he can

His bitchass love him thinks it's funny when you get mad cuz ur tiny

Should ANYBODY that's not him make fun of your height just remember he has magic swords that make portals

He's going to match your chaotic energy because he's Leonardo

Y’all are gonna get in trouble a lot but he has magic swords and you’re probably awesome too so it’s okay

He'll be an asshole sometimes but you can put him in his place

He’s not gonna shy away from your aggressiveness or your blunt self but he’ll give you some space if he thinks you need it -or anger you even more

He’ll be just a bit taken aback at first from your bluntness but he bounces back quickly with his own retort -what you said wasn't even offensive, he just found the need to defend himself??

He probably provokes you and calls you 'lil gremlin in his own Leo way or sum shit

Despite his ignorant self I feel like Leo is understanding but he chooses to be a little shit about it

He will lowkey give you time to mellow out and then he gets to meet your sweet side -you might've warmed up to him after Mikey

He finds the fact that you speak your mind amusing so he doesn't get offended too easily most times -*dramatic gasp* “wHaT?! DiD?! YoU?! *points aggressively at you* JusT?! sAy! tO! mE?!”

He is going to be your bestie or your worst nightmare and it just depends on the stage of your friendship -jk he’s your friend and if he truly bothers you he would stop

Overall, you guys are just two dumbasses trying to have fun

rise! Othello Von Ryan

Doesn’t really care about how tall or short you are, but does notice your a bit lacking in the height region js a bit pooks

Probably makes you a piece of tech to help with your uhm… lack dare i say i say this as if i'm taller than 5'3"

He might have u run errands for him that might require more stealth getting illegal chemicals for him

He once mistook the top of your head as a table when he was tired not his proudest moment

You’re gonna make a good arm rest for him

Anybody makes fun of your height? There’s a virus in their device and embarrassing photos were somehow sent to that person’s entire contact list -he denies it was ever him but you know better

Your chaoticness worries him his tech's safety, not yours cuh

Probably puts you on a mf leash if you're the impulsive type

He’ll be in his lab and your lil’ gremlin self will just be there yapping away about literally anything and Donnie’s like ‘😐okay’ trying to work with your sudden outbursts where you raise your voice before going back to your normal tone he probably flinches every time you raised your voice

Appreciates you being blunt in a way, he knows if you give him a compliment, you mean it and that means way more than he chooses to admit to himself be careful he's lowkey fragile

Like Raph, he also might be put off with your harshness in the beginning but once you warm up to him, he’ll warm up to you

He’ll see how sweet you become and is ‘unbothered because he’s emotionally unavailable’

He’ll be yapping about his latest project and you’re about to go do something you probably shouldn’t

He doesn’t notice ‘til he stops and asks you a question and you’re sneaking away like: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/S9VDyPlNiz8?feature=share silly motherfucker

Can't keep up with your mood swings all the time so he'll just let you sort it out

He'll probably wait patiently

On the contrary to how he may act towards you, he really does like you

Overall you and Donnie's friendship is fun and he definitely instigates the chaos outside his lab

rise! Magic Mike

We alr know mans is a short king, he’s going to be excited to find somebody ‘round his height

The amount of small places you two will wedge yourself in oml

You two probably created a hangout spot just for the two of you you two were the only ones able to fit

Nobody's making fun of your height

Have you seen this kid?

You two just add onto each other and get into a lot of trouble

A lotta episodes js u an him getting in trouble LMFAO

If you’re taller than him you probably call him small one or sum shit you're not that much taller than him

He only allows it from you

If you're shorter than him roles are reversed

If you’re the same height, you actually aren’t, one of you has to be taller he probably won't accept defeat so goodluck shortie

He bakes and cooks with you

If you can't kitchen for shit you're now the taste tester and you're in charge of helping him reach things on high shelves

Yes you two will use each other to reach things

stand on his shoulders like in the cartoons or he'll stand on yours "Ow! Mikey! My shoulder's about to break!" "One second y/n I almost got it!"

Mikey’s not put off in the slightest by your aggressiveness in the beginning

He probably figured you out and let you open up at your pace

You being blunt honestly makes him laugh, the way you just say what you want

He's your bestie and your his fs fs

He doesn't mind your mood swings and js goes with the flow

I strongly believe he'll just match his mood with yours "omg! i love today!" "same!" 😀  "FUCK THAT!" "same!" 😡

He adores your sweet side and he'll show it

Is another cuddle bug (if you're okay with it)

Your friendship is very wholesome as it is chaotic

You could be doing something dangerous around town while having a meaningful and deep conversation

Overall, you guys match each other's energies and hold a lot of power together don't underestimate short people

#i love my mutuals #sending love ❤️ #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #x reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #fizzy tried #the start of my writing career??

[generallysapphic]

how you start dating shuriri headcanons (+18)

fluff and a little smut!

i’m so utterly obsessed with these two and the possibilities of a romantic relationship with them so you know i had to write it; hope you enjoy! the +18 section is marked off with its own warnings

dividers by @firefly-graphics

reader is a shy, nerdy, black femme college junior who lives in chicago

inspired by chicago by michael jackson

riri spots you first, maybe she’s visiting home and there you go looking fine as fuck and she just has to say something

y’all get to flirting and you’re really feeling her but you can’t help but wonder why she looks so familiar.. you scrap it off and get her number so y’all can keep it contact

flash forward maybe two weeks and the fucking Queen of Wakanda decides to do a tour of the new building she provided for your school and oh lord does she look great but there she is!

riri is right beside her, holding her hand laughing and joking and now you get it

the girl you met was the queen’s girlfriend!

immediately you try to text riri and tell her you’re not looking for that type of relationship, that you’re not gonna break them up and riri needs to get her shit together and leave you alone until she does so

you get left on read and can’t help but feel bad, maybe you were too harsh? whatever it doesn’t matter you’re not a home wrecker of any kind so you leave it alone

that night you’re in your dorm just listening to music and there’s a knock, because of course there is and it’s none over than

shuri oh shit

you’re immediately stammering, already apologizing “i swear to god i had no clue yall was together like for real i knew i knew her but like not like that but oh my god, if you’re mad at me or anything just like make it quick and please just feed my cat back at home” you try to get it all out before she laughs

she’s laughing that gorgeous, bubbly laugh. you’re pleading for your life and she’s laughing

“you think i’m going to kill you because you’re flirting with my girlfriend? really?”

holy shit her accent is crazy sexy because of course it is up close but you try to stay grounded in your thoughts “umm yes?”

she smiles slyly at you “you’re very beautiful i can understand why she was”

your eyes widen and now you’re really confused because what the fuck? now shes flirting with you? after finding out you might’ve been the cause of any tension at home?

“uh i umm thank you i appreciate it uhh” “it’s okay, love, riri didn’t do anything wrong nor is anyone upset with you, alright?”

the confusion is apparent on your face, “so uhh what… what now?” you ask because you really don’t fucking know

shuri smiles again , “well her invite still stands if you wish to date her, of course,” WHAT?? “but you don’t have to, obviously. however if you’re interested in me i’m open as well,”

Literally what the fuck is happening right now

“but — but you guys are—“

“together? yes we are. and we both like you, y/n”

maybe you’ve fainted and gone to heaven, maybe you passed out and this is your final dream

the queen stands in your speechlessness “hey it’s alright if you’re not interested—“

you yell to cut her of “No!! No i’m very interested! i just — i jst wasn’t expecting it is all! i mean you both .. liking me oh my god” it’s really embarrassing how much heat you can feel is on your face

shuri raises any eyebrow, “what’s not to like? i feel offended, you judging my taste?” she smirks at you and you’re giggling

“no, no my queen i would never, i’m sorry” she smiles gently, “yeah, good. so, what do you say?”

it’s literally no other answer; “yes, i’d love to go out with you both”

it’s uphill from there; shuri takes you back to the fanciest hotel you’ve literally ever been in because when the fuck chicago get fancy hotels? and riri is waiting for you both at the door

“damn finally, i was starting to think you were fucking her with me, shit” she jokes and shuri laughs but you feel heat rise to your face and your lower end but you brush it off

“i told you i’d be back, we just talked, right, y/n?”

god your name sounds heavenly on her tongue, “yeah we just talked. and im sorry riri for just assuming you was gonna cheat on the queen of wakanda or anything, i was just..”

“confused, yeah i get it, no worries.” she looks you up and down, “so, you walking in here like you said yes so i can only assume..?”

you giggle and nod your head “yes yes i said yes,” and she fists bump and looks and shuri and smiles who says “now let’s talk”

y’all talk for about three hours that (thank god you ain’t got class tomorrow) and you ask a bunch of questions, most they were expecting

“so you literally told her about me the second you got home? damn i know i’m fine but that’s actually crazy” “okay yeah yeah, no need to get all big headed i was just excited and i knew shuri would like you too, next question!” and shuri mostly laughs

you plan your first date with both of them and then your first date with each of them separately while theyre still in chicago

the group date takes place at a fancy ass restaurant you have literally never heard of, and shuri buys your outfit while riri pays for dinner

(you quickly realize that they’re the spoiling type)

it was a lovely evening that ended in cheek kisses for and from the both of them

riri’s date comes first, as she did ask you out first initially and her home town is chicago so she wants to show you some stuff you didn’t even know about

y’all go to her favorite hideout burger joint that’s placed between two walls and a bank and she introduces you to the most unhealthy burger you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. you tell her about your move to chicago and how much you want to travel but still have grounds at home. you tell her about your classes and your major and she listens to you so intensely that you try to shy up at some parts.

you split a milkshake and then walk around her favorite mall talking and kissing softly as you get to know her after the date she suggests you guys “smoke off the rest of the day” and pulls a joint from god knows where

y’all go back to the hotel to get high while shuri is still out doing tours and walkabouts

you’ve smoked maybe once or twice for real for real so most of the night is you choking and riri laughing at you and handing water and then choking herself but all in all the two of you are giggling and talking

shuri comes back later that night and sighs before making you both go to bed and stop smoking. riri kisses your “huge ass forehead” (her words) goodnight and you sleep there in your date outfit.

shuri’s date happens three days later, two days before they have to leave. she takes you to an art museum one so huge that you’re sure most of was just fake paintings they made to fill in the space

y’all work around talk about your career goals and your life up until this point and a little of what you told riri the previous date. much like riri shuri is staring into you and listening like your preaching gospel and you get shy again before she encourages you some more

you eat at a seafood place that shuri booked all out just for you and the date so you guys could have some privacy “i don’t like people in my business” she states when you see the empty restaurant “the world nearly crumbled to pieces when it was revealed riri and i were together, and i can not doubt they would harass you as well.”

she’s too thoughtful you think and it makes you blush, “yeah that makes sense”

you talk some more before the night is over and she escorts you back to the hotel.

even though you know you’re rushing, the wine in your veins makes you bold and once youre back with both of them at the hotel, you blurt out “so how are we supposed to have sex?”

and it’s so embarrassing because you did not mean for that to sound the way it did, riri is laughing her ass off and shuri is staring at you incredulously

and you start rambling again “no wait , oh my god why did i say that? um i meant like, fuck, you know like y’all been together so y’all know each other but like me i don’t really get out out yknow? like i had like one girl i was messing with for real but she was just as inexperienced as i was so..”

riri is still dying on the floor and shuri chuckles before calming you down with her hands on your arms, rubbing up and down “calm down, alright? we can talk about that, right now if you want, but don’t stress out, understood?”

ahh she likes to be dominant. okay that’s cool “yeah yeah, i get it, totally” you mumble out

riri sighs wiping the tears from her eyes as she gets up from the floor, hoodie wrinkled and shorts barely visible, “oh my god that was funny as fuck holy shit,”

“before we talk about anything let’s get undressed, hmm?” you look at shuri with wide eyes and riri laughs again and shuri sighs. “no y/n we’re not doing anything tonight, stay with me”

right right yeah okay “shit right okay”

once you’re in your pajamas (one of shuris hoodies and some loose pants) y’all sit in a circle and riri cuts on some music just to ease some tension

(+18 section below!!!)

praise kink, bullying kink, talk of dom/sub relationships, use of pet names, dom!shuri, switch!riri, switch!reader, talk of sex, no actual sex (i’ll write some soon!)

riri starts, just as bold as she was when she came up to you that fateful day, “so what do you like? or do you want us to go first?”

you shy up again, “umm no you guys can go first”

and she smirks “well i’m a switch just to get it out of the way. i don’t mind bottoming i just don’t do it often, i really only did for shuri for real”

oh shit just right into it, huh?

“and i don’t bottom at all” shuri pipes in, staring directly into your eyes, “i suppose that’s dominant, right? but i’m not opposed to certain touches”

fuck fuck fuck , you sit cross cross to hide your arousal “um i guess i’m a switch, but i like bottoming more i think”

“yeah you look like it” riri says looking at her purse and you blush, did you really? before you respond riri gets up and sparks another blunt (because of course she does) and continues, “that’s really another reason i came up to you because you look like you listen well, and like it’s really obvious you got something going on with being told what to do, right?”

“i— i mean i guess,” shuri chimes in again “don’t you?”

her eye contact is dangerous and something makes you feel like you have to answer her “yes. yes i do.

they both smirk, “got it,” riri says confidently

oh fuck you just completely outed yourself huh?

“what ..” you clear your throat “what else do you guys like?”

“obedience” shuri says while riri says “brat”

you look between them, “okay which means..?”

shuri starts, her accent cutting the air like butter, “i need you to listen to me, that’s really it. whatever i say goes according to your limits and of course we’ll have a safe word but i don’t fuck around with what’s mine,”

jesus fucking christ . you look at riri who starts “i like brats. bold as fuck i like knocking you down a peg. that’s why im a switch because if you can tell me what to do i’ll listen, but if not then, well” she shrugs and smokes a bit

“and you, love?” shuri asks and you’re looking at her with wide eyes, “what do you want from us?”

you think for a bit and try to settle the pulsing you feel downstairs. “umm i like when i get told what to do, so like both of what you guys said. i like being ..” you sigh before you admit it “like umm lightly bullied? if that makes sense and i like when i’m on top, like physically.”

you add in “and i like to listen. so i get praised. so like . a praise kink. yeah”

you end it there before you feel like your face will melt and it’s quiet until shuri laughs and says “i can work with that”

you perk up, “yeah?”

she smiles back “yeah. you riri?”

riri, now high as fuck, nods along “yeah i’m good, just horny as hell though” she says it so causally and you laugh at her boldness

“yes that was bound to happen, but it’s been a long day and we need to pack tomorrow. y/n are you spending the night?”

riri gets up to get water and you look and shuri and nod, “yeah, yeah i can stay”

she smiles back “good. bed then, yeah?” there she is again making demands

you blindly follow, “okay,”

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the next morning is full of being kissed and packing; they’re both very grateful for you opening up last night and you can tell they mean it when they say ‘thank you’ when you do anything

though their trip is coming to an end, they make plans to be back and see you in two weeks once your finals are over and you can visit wakanda for an extended time

you’re given your very own pair of kimiyo beads before they head off with the dora milaje right behind them

shuri lifts your chin and kisses you goodbye “goodbye love,” she says it in xhosa and you absolutely melt and say bye back

riri hugs you tightly and kisses all over your face until she stops on your mouth and nearly knocks you over “bye baby, we’ll be back okay?”

you’re giggling still a little dizzy “hehe bye riri,”

you wave to them both before the ship doors close and it begins to hover slightly

while waving your kimoyo beads go off and it’s a text from riri “please back up girl this shit is about to take off fr ;)” and your eyes widen and you back away as far as possible, still waving

once the ship is out of your eyesight you sigh and ask the griot in your beads to set an alarm for 15 days and 3 hours

Anndddd finished i hope you guys enjoyed and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!

send in any requests!

#shuri x reader #riri williams x reader #shuriri x reader #my story #deijah wrote

[percsane]

— jealousy, jealousy ☆

pairing: shuri udaku x blk afab reader

content: jealous reader , lil bit of angst , fluff , suggestive , cussing.

summary: you feel as if riri is getting more attention from your girlfriend than you are.

kendall’s note: it’s y’all i literally got sick the week before christmas. i’m gonna kms. BUT IM STILL WRITING SINCE IAN GOT SHIT ELSE TO DO 🙇🏾‍♀️ also this is kinda short i’m sorry loves.

(♡) or rb! :)

xhosa translations: usana - baby | sithandwa sam - my love

you woke up, feeling an empty space next to you again, you already knew where shuri was and with who.

riri williams.

now you didn’t hate her, you just hated how she was getting more attention from your own girlfriend than you. so you hopped in the shower and got dressed in a simple tee and shorts.

you left from your shared room to go to shuri’s lab, only to see shuri and riri laughing and giggling together.

though, she wasn’t cheating and she was allowed to have friends, you felt your heart sink. you stared at the two who haven’t noticed you and sighed. you felt tears stream into your eyes.

hiccuping, you started to head back up the steps to go to sleep again.

when you woke up, shuri was on the bed rubbing your leg.

“hey.” she murmurs with a smile, brushing the curls out of your face.

“hi.” you murmur back, with the same smile.

“are you.. okay?” she hesitates, scared to make you more upset than you already were.

“i’m fine? why.” you shrug sitting up.

“i saw you, come down to the lab. well, i saw you leave and heard you crying..” she confesses, making you sit in silence.

“you know you can tell me if riri makes you uncomfortable right?” she whispers to you, tilting your head up to look at her.

your breath hitches, you should probably be mad at her, but you can’t when she looks so good.

“i’m not uncomfortable with riri, she’s a very sweet girl, i just.. you spend so much time with her and it makes me … jealous.” you speak softly, playing with the blanket.

shuri’s eyes soften as you confess how you’ve been feeling.

“usana.. i’m so sorry, i know i’ve been busy, it was never my intention to make you feel this way. you have nothing to worry about. i promise you that.” she says grabbing your hands and looking at you in your eyes.

“you know…” you start. “you should show me how sorry you really are..” you whisper to her, leaning over to her and looking her in her eyes.

she looks from your eyes to your lips with a smirk.

“don’t have to tell me twice, sithandwa sam.”

#shuri x reader #riri williams #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri black panther #shuri fluff #shuri angst #shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther 2 #princess shuri #black panther fluff #x black fem reader

[thecooleralessa]

dirty, dirty feeling.

pairing ; bottom!elvis x top!fem!reader.

summary ; you’ve been trying to convice elvis that both of you should try new things in bed, especially the ideia of him being a bottom. he was awkward about it, but his own body betrayed him when the thought of you railing the absolute shit out of him came to his mind, so he agress.

word count ; 2k (specifically 2.424, how satisfying).

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warnings ; smut!! oral (f. receiving), using of dildos (imagine those things existed back then, okay? 😪), a LOT of dirty talk, mommy kink, degradation kink, face sitting, spanking, handcuff, elvis being humiliated and loving it.

author notes ; i’ve seen a lot of top!elvis fics around there, they’re all good, but i think it’s time to elvis have some fun 🙈. you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to. first time writing degradation kink btw. i feel this one was kinda rushed, so sorry!! english is not my first language but i tried my best, please be kind. hope y’all enjoy this one! the gif is not mine (but it made me feel things 😩, thank you kara for your service).

“are you comfy, hun?” you asked as you handcuffed elvis, standing besides him, trapping him into the bed. his face went darm red, making him broke visual contact. he whispered something, but you didn't hear. “what you said?”

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“yes, y/n,” he said it again. “‘m comfy.”

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“someone’s mad,” you playfully sang as you made fun of him. he muttered in response as you giggled. “don’t you worry babe, i assure you you’ll enjoy it. just go for it, okay?” you kissed his cheek. “do you trust me, sweetie?”

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“yes, babe. i do,” he answered, weakly smiling.

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“before we get into the fun part,” you whispered in his ears, his skin prickled by your suddenly hot breath on his ear. “if you want me to stop, just say it and i’ll stop, okay?”

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“you gonna fuck me or not?” he muttered, messing with you. he smirked, but he quickly noticed how pissed you got by his comment. you responded by opening elvis’s legs apart, exposing his naked body to the cold air suddenly. he moaned, his cheeks went dark red.

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“you’re that eager for me, babe?” you smirked. “just don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

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“shut up,” he whispered, feeling embarrassed. you giggled as you search for the drawer, taking a bottle of lupe inside. his eyes were wide open, carefully watching every inch of you.

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you carefully opened the bottle, spreading the creamy liquid on the big dildo you were wearing.

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“enjoying the show?” you asked, catching elvis off guard, making him blush harder. the dildo was shining thanks for the lupe, so you decided to spread it on elvis’s ass. he ached his back from the action, moaning loud. “i wanna make sure you'll be pretty... slippery.” you smirked as you spread the lupe all over his ass, even on his dick, just to see his whole body jolt from the sudden friction.

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after doing what you needed to do, you stare at him with a smile before throwing the now empty bottle away. you posited yourself right in front of him. elvis’s breath hitched as your nails dragged down of his legs and the inside of his thighs.

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“you feelin’ good, baby?” you whispered.

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“yea... ah!” he moaned loud as you entered his hole slowly, beginning with the tip of the dildo. “fu— fuck!”

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“it’s okay,” you comforted him. “just relax.”

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you slowly moved again, moved until the whole dildo could disappear inside elvis. he was gasping for air, trying to relax. you stopped with the moviments to make sure he would adept himself to the new feeling.

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“may i continue?” you gentily asked.

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“you said you would destroy me,” he smirked. he was still trying to get all the attention, to be the dominant. “this is so embarrassing.”

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“what a little brat you are,” you answered. “i never imagined you would act like a stupid whore that want to be railed so bad.”

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he immediately shutted his mouth. you chuckled as you started moving again, making him whine and moan loud.

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“you moan like a slut on heat,” your hips were now thrusting into him wildly, his body thrashed beneath you, desperately trying to get more — even though he would never admit how much he was loving this. the huge amount of lupe made your bodies slap hard. “are you feeling good, whore?” he tried to answer, but his words weren't making sense anymore; he was just making sounds. the best answer you got were a nod. you smirked proudly, knowing the effect you were doing on him. “you better use your words, handsome. you don’t want me to punish you, do you?” you pulled his hair roughly, making him moan loud.

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he was seeing starts; the feeling of the dildo pistoning in and out of his ass knocked the air out of his lungs; you were hitting that little spot of him, making him feel he was in the fucking heaven, making he feel full. it was... too much. everything was too much. without having your answer, you suddenly spanked his ass. he went limp, screaming a strangled noice.

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“ah-hah, mommy!” he arched his back in response, but you didn’t let it stay that way. you still didn't hear your answer. you spanked him again. “ah, fuck! jesus— y-yes, mommy! ‘m- fuck, ‘m feeling good! feels so good!”

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“that’s it,” you were panting as you fucked him, feeling determined to make him cum again and again, all night. his face was all sweaty, his chest going up and down fast, his eyes shut closed. his moans were taking all the room; and you loved how loud he was being.

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“awnn, mommy,” he cried out. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum! please!”

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you smirked in a sadistic way, slowing down, chuckling as you saw him whining, begging for you to keep going. he ached his hips, trying to get all that friction again.

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“you wanna cum? such a needy little boy,” you cooed, leaning down to bite his sweaty neck, tasting the saltiness of it while feeling him fuck himself into you. “c’mon, show everybody in the neighborhood what a little slut you are for Mommy.”

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“please, mommy, please!” he begged. “please, i’ll be good, i promise! please, i need it— i need to cum, please!”

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“you bitch,” you husked as you returned suddenly with the strong thursts. “you talk too much, pet. you’ll be good, huh? i’ll remember that, you little slut,” you smirked as you continued to hit that soft little spot of his. your hand grabbed his dick and started moviments, making him stunned. his skin prickled as his knees buckled; and finally, elvis screamed his release into your ear. you felt his hot cum shooting onto his tummy, you then stood up a little to observe the mess he made all over your hands and his body. you smirked.

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you grabbed his thighs roughly, making him whine. “i’m not done with you yet,” you husked as he watched you eagerly. your hands trailed across his chest, still dirty with his cum, and into his nipples, touching the sensitives little pink button of his, making him squirm. he loved when you played with his nipples, even thought he hated to admit it. you went back with your moves, pushing the dildo into him again.

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“mommy! aha, please,” he cried out. “‘m— i can’t take it, mommy!”

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“behave yourself, whore,” you demanded as he kept whining. “i’ll do whatever i want to with you, you hear me?”

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before he could protest, you took off the dildo from him. the sudden relaxing feeling took him off guard; he gasped. you took off his handcuffs, making him whine. before he could even react, you forced him to turn around for you, holding onto his waist so his ass would be stuck up, making him moan.

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“you better stay just like this, you hear me? this is what i’m going to do,” you pulled his head back, making him gasp. “i’m gonna spank you, and you’re gonna count for me.”

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“wa— what?” he stuttered. “please mommy, wait...”

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it was too late; your hand connected with his ass before he could say more. he screamed, his body trembled. oh, he loved it. but he didn’t count like you demanded.

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“i said for you to count. let’s try again,” you spanked his ass again.

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“o— one...” he jolted. another slap. “fuck! two!” his knees buckled as he felt the pain thru his skin. when you slapped him again, you confirmed that it would hurt, that it would be the strongest; he felt dizzy, his whole mind going limp.

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“i believe you can take quite a bit more, and i am eager to test that hypothesis,” you said. “and you didn’t said three, how unfortunate...”

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“‘m sorry, mommy...” he sobbed.

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“you’ll have to count again,” you smirked as you proceeded to spank him a lot more, always making sure he would count for you. when you stopped at the number ten, elvis was panting as his ass was completely red, your hands marks everywhere.

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“fuck, what a good little slut, so messy for me,” you teased him by running your fingers thru his waist, knowing how this turned him on. you layed down on him, surprisingly putting the dildo on him again, making him gasp. he layed his cheek on the pillow so he could see you, even a little. he was babbling something and crying, his hands holding the bed sheet tightly as he whole body ached into every thrust, bitting his own bottom lip harshly. you almost felt bad for him. almost.

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your left hand was pinning his waist so you could fuck him hard on place, while the other hand grabbed his hard cock once again, making fast moviments.

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with a squeal, he came again, his cum now making a mess in the whole bed, also getting your hands dirty again. you noticed that he never had came that much before; you smiled proudly, finally let him come down and relax. 

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“you okay?” you whispered for a quick check on him. kissing his cheek softly, you received a nod from elvis.

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you both were panting, the whole room smelled like sweet and sex, but it was still turning you on. elvis lazily turned around, laying on his bedside while his whole body was heavy. his eyes were shut closed, his chest going up and down quickly because of all the adrenaline. seeing him like that turned you on even more, so you smirked as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. you layed besides him, wrapping your hand around his arm, making him touch your dripping cunt. he moaned with the sensation, looking at you with a dizzy look.

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“look what you did to me, hun,” you whispered on his ear. his hand was weak, heavy. “you’ll clean the mess you did like the good slut you are, right, my little slut?” you asked as you grabbed his head and pushed him down on your thighs, adjusting your body in the bed so you both would be comfortable.

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elvis mumbled before nuzzling his face into your wet folds. the smell, the taste, the wetness, it was perfect; it filled his head and his senses with unholy feeling and thoughts, he was dizzy for it. his weak and shaky hands rested on your thighs while he slumped against you, his tongue lazily licking your clit, like a cat liking its paw. elvis was great on gaving head, that was true, but you noticed something was wrong. you looked down on him and saw his whole face sweaty, cheeks dark red, his eyes shut closed, his tongue licking the opening of your cunt, trying miserably to push it inside deeply to satisfy you. his whole body was weak and you were quick to notice it.

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you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, making him whine. you pulled his hair back, his dazed and confused expression met your face. his mouth and was completely wet from your juices.

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“aw, baby,” you chuckled again. “did mommy fuck you dumb? is her pet so fucking numb right now it can’t think right?”

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“mommy...” he whispered in a needy way.

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“what do you want, honey?” you asked, receiving empty words as a response. “what. do. you. want?”

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“you!” he gasped.

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“is that so?” you watched him hungrily. he made a strangled ‘uh huh’ sound while nodding, he was really dizzy. “lay down on the bed for me,” you demanded as he shakily crawled to the pillows, doing what you ordered. he looked at you dazed, curious for your next step.

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“stick your tongue out, and keep it,” you commanded. “think you can do it, pet?”

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“ye– yes, ma’am,” he stuttered as he did your wish obediently. he looked so fucking hot with his tongue out. his eyes were staring at you, his dick pumping up again. he was so, so beautiful... but you weren’t saying it in a soft way, of course.

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“you look like a fucking dog,” you degraded him as you started to craw his body, topping him. he groaned as he looked at you confused. “this is what you gonna do, pet. you’ll stay still while i fuck myself into you, ‘cause this is what you are, a fucking toy... nothing more.”

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he whined as he watched you literally craw his body. before he could even protest, you grinded yourself down against his wet muscle. he muffled a moan against your cunt, the sweet vibration satisfying you. your juices were spreading all over his mouth, cheeks and even chin. his hands rested onto your tights as he looked at you with pure pleasure.

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your hips soon found a good pace, so you went faster, fucking yourself on his wet and hot tongue. he couldn’t resist, so he moaned against you, making you see stars with the good vibrations.

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“fuck,” you moaned as you kept moving back and forth. elvis noticed you were close, so his hands grabbed your thighs with strength, pushing you down so he could fuck you with his tongue, sending you to the edge. “fuck, elvis! fuck, jesus, just like that...”

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that familiar feeling started to build on your stomach. your hips started to lose their rhythm as you looked down to face elvis. your hand grabbed his head, keeping him even closer to your cunt.

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“i want to feel your name burning on my skin for days,” you husked, finally seeking for your orgasm. you screamed your release to the air as whole body shaked like never before. you stayed like that for a few seconds before settling and moving yourself down to straddle on his lap. your hands rested on his chest as you observed him. your cum was spread all around his face, especially his mouth.

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“that was...” elvis whispered, still gasping for air. “that was insane.”

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you giggled. “did you like it?”

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“i loved it,” he answered, licking his lips and cheeks teasingly while looking at you, tasting youe cum.

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“i told you, didn’t i?” you said, grabbing a random towel that was close to the bed. “i knew you’d like it. clean yourself now, babe.” you gave him the towel, he accepted, wiping his face.

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“yea, you were right, but only this time,” he chuckled.

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“what’s so funny, little fella?” you giggled as you layed on his side.

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“guess i was just... buried in a beaver, huh?”

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“shut up!” you laughed as you smaked his arm playfully. he grasped your chin and pulled you to a slow, passionate kiss. when you both broke the kiss, you just stared at him with a silly smile. however, he was dead serious. “is something wrong, babe?” you asked.

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“no darlin’, nothing’s wrong,” he pulled you close by your back neck, making you moan suddenly; your cheeks went dark red. how could he revert the roles so fast? guess we’ll never know. his eyes stared at you hungrily. “you’re so fucked,” he husked. “so, so fucked.”

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[yourlocalartsonist]

ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter One

A/N: HI I’M FINALLY POSTING THE FIRST CHAPTER. Really excited and super nervous but I’m SO happy I can finally share this with everyone. I’m not doing a drawing for every chapter since that’d be selling my soul to the red dilf down below but this is the first chapter so I figured why not do something special. Also apologies if any of the characters seem ooc, I’m still learning how to write them so it might take a bit (especially the dialogue). Also also, sorry if the formatting seem weird, I just copy pasted a google doc into Tumblr and I haven’t entirely figured out how this app works yet. ANYWHIZZLE despite all that I hope y’all enjoy and I can’t wait to write more ^^

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Disclaimer: chapter involves themes of manipulation, violence, and curse words. If you’re sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe <3

I looked out the window and sighed. Today could have been a lot worse, sure, but it also could’ve been a whole lot better.

It was one am on a Monday night. Staying up this late this early in the week is gonna guarantee a begrudgingly painful school life till Friday. And yet, here I was, staring at my phone at his texts.

Zane: Hey! You were active on insta. How come you didn’t text back?

Zane: hey it’s been an hour now. I’m starting to worry about you

Zane: Salena are you ignoring me? I already said I was sorry

Zane: fine then. Don’t text me. But at least talk to me tomorrow. I miss you.

Zane: Goodnight.

He was getting clingier by the day. Last month when he asked me out, I was worried rejecting him would break his heart. Somehow, it looks like it had the opposite effect and boosted his ego since he’s only gotten more pushy after that. I mean today he picked a fight with a guy just for talking to me. It’s getting ridiculous.

I groaned and hopped off bed to get a drink of water. I know I should probably forgive him, I’m sure he’s just coping differently maybe. It’ll get better with time. I hope it gets better with time. Otherwise the next four months are gonna be excruciatingly long. Still, I can’t just not be mad after what he did.

As I lamented in my depressive thoughts, I saw four figures out the window, running from rooftop to rooftop. Smiling, I opened the window and let the cool air and the joyous voices flow in. At least one good thing’s coming out from today.

It looked like they were chasing someone, a giant pig man specifically. I would’ve been more freaked out if this was the first human-animal thing I saw.

The very first time I saw one was a giant bull in a bellboy uniform running along the sidewalk, clumsily knocking anything and everything over as he wept. I assumed my sleep deprived brain was probably making things up again but the sheer absurdity of it paired with the fact that my sleep schedule was actually decent that week, I began to question that guess. Then, only ten minutes later, seeing four human-sized turtles walking upright seemingly searching for the bull man sealed the deal that I could not be making this shit up.

But that was two or three years ago. Now, it’s more of a fun surprise seeing the new animal person of the week than a sanity-questioning spiral. Most often, I see the turtles passing by. Sometimes they’re goofing off or skateboarding. Other times, they’re chasing someone like right now. I can only assume the pig man is evil if he’s being chased by them. I know the turtles are good since I suspect they’re the “mysterious heroes” that saved New York from that-which-shall-not-be-named a few months back. I mean, who else could it be?

Even if they’re chasing a potential murderous lunatic, they seem like they’re having fun. They’re all smiling and laughing and whizzing around everywhere, just looking at them gives me an adrenaline rush.

I stared out the window longingly as they zipped by, disappearing into the night. Maybe the late night was getting to my brain, but things just felt worse than usual this time. I’ve been watching these four go by my window at least once a week for so long. They always look so fun to be around. Free-spirited and zany, the exact opposite of everyone in my life. Maybe I really am going insane but for once I just want to know them, to see them up close. And if I’m feeling particularly crazy, I might even say hello.

I found my body edging closer and closer out the window. The fire-escape does lead all the way down, and I’m only on the sixth floor anyway. It’s not exactly a fast distance to the ground but it wouldn’t be too bad if I run…

Before I knew it, I was already out dashing in their direction to catch up. I’ve only ever dreamed of having enough courage to actually attempt this. If my aunt finds out I snuck out my grave will be dug and that’s not an exaggeration.

Yet somehow, that didn’t stop me. My skin felt numb from the cold wind, my hair was going crazy behind me. I felt pain in my cheeks from how much I was smiling. I guess I am feeling particularly crazy tonight.

***

By the time I caught up with them, I was embarrassingly out of breath. They were now all ground level in an alleyway and I was hiding just around the corner, close enough to listen in. A little nervous if they can hear my hideous dying dog pants, not just because it would blow my cover but also for the sake of my prestige. They seem a little too distracted by the pig man to notice me, though.

“Alright, meathead! Give us the poison, or I’m gonna smash your head into the wall and keep smashing till I smash the wall down with my smashy little fists!”

Note to self: the red one likes smashing.

“Oh get stuffed you annoying little rats! Can’t a guy sabotage his rival chef’s excuse of a business in peace?”

“GASP! He’s defaming rats!”

They broke out into a fight over what looked to be a large bag of, assumedly, poison. The pig man’s tentacle arms were whipping all over the place, trying to land a blow on the turtles. Oh and apparently his arms can extend which I would find cool if it weren’t for how gross it looked. It’s all drippy and squishy-looking and weird, not a texture I’d want to be near.

I won’t lie, I was kind of distracted from the danger I put myself in since being this close allowed me to properly see the turtles fight. At first glance it looks like they’re flailing all over the place, but it’s actually in a more cohesive way. The blue turtle teleported around and sliced the tentacles attacking them, the red one went in for a punch with giant fists at any opening. Purple guy had glowing guns in his signature color all shooting at the same time and the orange turtle swung around hitting pig man with any object his fiery chains landed on. My god was I awestruck watching them all in action. I was so busy gawking I barely even registered the magic weapons.

One of the flame chains got a hold of his leg and sent the pig guy flying backwards, losing grip of his poison bag.

“Heads up!” The blue one yelled as the bag soared through the air. All the turtles attempted catching it while the pig man’s tentacle arm followed close behind the bag. It looked like it was about to be body horror Peppa Pig’s win.

So I stepped out and grabbed the bag before he could. All eyes now on me, I made a run for it in the other direction realizing how exposed I was. Behind me I could hear a confused “Who was that?” sounding like it was from the purple guy.

Yeah, sure, maybe this wasn’t the smartest move but if I’m getting myself involved I might as well be useful.

I’d break in and out of thought every time I crashed into a wall or slid on the ground. I was never exactly known for my clearly graceful nature. My body started aching. Still I kept running, only stopping to throw a rock or two at one of the stringy pink arms behind me. Seriously, why does that dude have to be so puke-worthy.

A silver blur sped right past my head. The glowing sword stopped in front of me and a familiar blue turtle appeared out of thin air.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

As much as I pride myself on reflexes, the initial shock didn’t wear off fast enough to prevent me from crashing into him and falling back on the ground. I barely had an impact on him, though, since he was still standing perfectly fine with a hand on his hip and the other gripping his weapon.

“Look pal, I have been heroing all week and as much as I love fighting villains and looking badass, I say we make this fast and you just tell me who sent you.”

“S-sent me?” It took me a while to catch on. Not my best day, I know.

“Oh, no no no! I'm not working for anyone! I was trying to help. See?”

I held out the bag towards him, hoping that would convince him I’m not a threat. To my surprise, instead of taking it, he squinted his eyes and me and crouched down to match my height.

“You know, you look kinda familiar. Have we met before?..”

I was too stunned to respond.

Back when I first saw the turtles, after seeing the human bull, I overheard them talking about him and wanting to find him. The blue one especially, he seemed extremely guilty about something. I figured I’d help but I wasn’t brave enough to just go up to them and tell them I saw the bull. I’m too shy to even approach regular humans, these were talking anthropomorphic turtles. So instead I threw a note down and it bounced off blue’s head. He looked at it, read it, then looked up at me. I poked my head out from behind the fire escape and gave an awkward wave, trying to let him know I was on their side. It worked since he directed his team towards where I wrote the bull man went.

I remember later that same night, he knocked on my window. I was a bit freaked out admittedly and hid away by instinct. I wasn’t exactly expecting to see them again.

“Oookay. Well.” I could tell he wasn’t sure how to deal with me. I was regretting hiding but my legs were frozen in place.

“I don’t know if you can hear me since the window’s closed but I wanted to say thanks for the note. We found our guy way faster than we would’ve if we kept having to use Raph’s ideas.” He let out a playful chuckle.

I felt my heart melt a little. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t really that. I don’t usually hear things like that often.

“So yeah uh, if you can still hear me, thank you.”

My legs started working again as I heard him leap off to leave. I opened the window and rushed out to the fire escape. Luckily, he was on the ground not too far away from me. I called out to him.

“Salena!”

He turned around and saw me. “What?”

I beamed brighter and yelled again.

“My name is Salena!”

“Salena?” His voice brought me back to present day.

“You remember me?”

He let out a cheery laugh. “Of course I remember you! I told you, your note was the only reason we found Bullhop so fast that day.”

“But that was years ago.” I sighed in disbelief as he helped me to my feet.

“And? No face has ever escaped ol’ Neon Leon’s noggon!” He proudly pointed to his brain. I debated telling him the word was noggin.

We heard voices in the distance.

“PUNCHING LIKE A BOSS!!”

“I SWEAR ONE DAY I’LL TURN YOU ALL INTO STEW!”

“GUYS! He wants to turn me into stew!”

“Mikey, that’s not a good thing.”

“Says you! I’d make a delicious stew, thank you very much, Dee!”

“Welp, duty calls! Let’s get you to safety.” With that, he opened a blue portal and pulled me through it to a nearby rooftop. So his swords can teleport and open portals??

“You think you can keep this bag with you?”

I managed to nod.

He gave a smirk and stepped back through his portal to rejoin the battle.

“Leo! Where’s the bag?”

“And the person who stole the bag?” I could still hear red and purple speak.

“Relax, they’re a friend, they’re keeping the bag safe.”

“A new friend?! OMIGOSH!!” Orange seemed excited

The fight picked up fiercer than before. It was hard to keep up with the turtles and the chaos of their weapons. Orange flames, purple lasers, sheathing metal. The ground shook at every red flash. All the while, the air filled with lively laughter and jokes.

Pig man wasn’t going down easy, either. He pounded his giant spiky mallet, probably matching the force of red’s hits. I know they’re experienced fighters and all, but I felt a bit useless sitting around and doing nothing. I looked around for some way I could help.

Luckily, something caught my attention. On the left side of the roof, I could see a pile of bricks laying around. More than perfect for knocking out a mutant. Now the question is how to get them down.

I saw a flash of blue out the corner of my eye.

Bingo.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping my voice wouldn’t be drowned out, I called out to him.

“Blue! Hey, blue up here!”

He followed my voice to where I was, looking a bit confused and worried I was giving myself away.

I pointed to the brick in my hand. “Make a portal on top of him!”

I saw his face light up as he understood my plan. “Great idea!”

As he dashed off, a blue portal opened near me. I rushed around the roof, grunting as I pushed the bricks in. Blue threw a sword in the air, appeared right above the pig, and opened the other side of the portal, letting all the bricks rain down on him. They all looked a bit surprised seeing around 8 or 10 bricks hit him on the head, blue included. Yeah, sure, maybe pushing all of them in was a bit overkill but seeing how crazy powerful this guy was, I didn’t want to risk it.

And boy, was he out cold. The four turtles made their way up the roof, I presume to get the bag of poison.

I glanced back down at the pig “So like…he’s not dead is he?”

“Meatsweats? Nah that guy’s handled way worse.” Blue said strangely casually. “Good thinking with the bricks, btdubs.”

I’d appreciate the compliment more but I was still struggling to figure out what could possibly be worse than bricks to the head.

“Yeah, thanks for your help back there with the poison, too.” red rubbed his neck and gave a sweet smile. For a big guy he seems awfully friend-shaped.

“I’m Raph. These are my brothers Leo, Mikey, and Donnie.” Leo struck a pose, Mikey waved like his life depended on it, and Donnie…well he was just on his phone with his shell turned towards me. It’s a cool shell, at least. I never noticed it wasn’t a real one before.

“I’m Salena. Nice to meet you all.”

People used to tell me I ask too many questions so I got into the habit of just keeping my tongue bit. But I would’ve exploded if I didn’t seize the moment today to find out what the hell was going on. I’m bad at social situations, anyway, might as well be on purpose.

“So if you don’t mind me asking…What are you? How do you exist? Where’d you get your weapons? Did you make your shell yourself? Who was that guy? Can I see what’s in this bag?”

“AHEM! I’m glad you asked!” Donnie turned his attention towards me, dramatically answering my questions. “We, weird human, are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (trademark). And yes, my battle shell is indeed Genius Built technology. Made this baby when I was twelve.”

“We’re mutant turtles!-”

“Literally just said that in the name Micheal”

“Still think Mad Dogz was better.”

“-And we were made in Draxum’s lab to take over the world back when he was going through his ‘bad boy’ phase but we ended up being heroes instead. Pretty cool right?”

“Hey, inquiry for you actually, why’d you help us anyway?”

I awkwardly answered Donnie, telling them about my luck of random mutants frequently passing by my window. Apparently some of them were Yōkai, Raph said there was a whole Hidden City of them and a doorway leading to it near where I lived. I was a little surprised at how happy they all looked listening to me talk. Usually I’d be told to shut up by now so this was a nice change of pace.

“What happened to your arm?” Leo pointed to the wound on my forearm.

“Oh. That explains why it felt so sore. I guess I scraped against a wall or something? It’s fine, though, I’ll patch it up when I get home.”

“No way. You helped us, we help you. Let the professional do his magic.”

Leo took out some supplies from his pouch. I sat on the edge and let him work on my arm while the rest - mostly Donnie - info dumped their stories to me. At first it was a way to distract me from the initial sting of my cuts being cleaned but it wasn’t long until they got carried away with their storytelling. They told me about their mutation at the lab, how they found out, their two dads and other human friends. The oozequitoes, as they called them, were what made them and all the other mutants. It’s crazy to think these guys were made as literal military weapons considering they’re now wacky vigilantes.

“Voilà! Look and be amazed!”

“Woah! You weren’t kidding when you said professional.” I admired Leo’s bandaging on my arm. It was clean and neat, tight enough to be secure but not turning my fingers blue or anything. Much better job than I would’ve done.

The full moon was beautiful tonight. Unfortunately, it reminded me where I should be at this time.

“Well, I’m really enjoying talking to guys but I should probably go home. I don’t even wanna know how late it is”

“What? But can’t you stay a little longer?” Mikey, who was practically vibrating this whole time, suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He looked so dejected it made my heart hurt. Raph attempted to comfort him.

“They probably have school Mike. Maybe we can hang out another time, if you’re up for it?”

“REALLY- I mean, yes, yeah. That sounds lovely!” Stay civil, Salena.

“Hey before you go, you should really try one of these.” Leo opened the poison bag and took out a pizza puff? “They are absolutely delicious.”

Poison or not, pizza puff’s a pizza puff.

“NO!“ Unfortunately, Raph slapped the treat out of my hand before I could plop it in my mouth.

We bid our farewells and Mikey handed me a paper with their numbers on it paired with some cute doodles of them. After telling him where to go, Leo opened a portal to my room. I know you’re not supposed to tell strangers your address and it did feel a little weird but a portal was the fastest way home. No way I’m hoofing it this late in the night. I love New York but not that much.

Sitting on my bed now, I observed the blue turtle as he was getting ready to go back. The red stripes around his eyes made me realize he was a red-eared slider, I read about them back when I was six or seven I think.

“Hey Leo?”

“Yeah?”

I smiled. “It was nice running into you again.”

He gave his signature smirk “Funny how life works, ay?”

He waved and fell back into his portal. I closed my eyes for a bit, then grabbed my sketchbook.

Placing Mikey’s doodles on a blank page, I wrote down their respective eye colors.

Green, brown, yellow, blue.

Next Chapter | Salena Moni

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[antivanruffles]

For the Valentine’s Day 💋 (y’all already know which pairing I’m gonna choose lol) so maybe we can get some Cassaric + 39 or 7! Whichever you want, I just love the way you write them 🥹💕

7. I know we're fighting but come here (swoons) 39. Shushing them in the middle of kissing to make them stop talking.

Eyyy, why not both? 😏

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The whole thing had gotten so blown out of proportion. It had started with a disagreement that had evolved into an argument which then promptly devolved into a fight.  

Varric couldn't even remember what started it, exactly, only that it had turned into them both airing all the little things that had been annoying them recently until they were left feeling defensive and raw. And she'd only just gotten back from her most recent errand for the Seekers. It seemed a pity to waste all their energy on fighting about stupid shit. They could have a real talk about the shit bothering them later. Much later. 

He found her sulking in the library, which at least was better than the armory. Less access to sharp pointy things. She was nestled by the fire, with a ridiculously plush blanket thrown over her legs that Bran had probably procured for her at one point or another. A book lay open on her lap, but he could see her idly flipping through the pages which meant she wasn't actually reading it. The jut of her lip looked suspiciously like a pout which meant she was moping. 

It also meant he could defuse the situation. 

Varric approached cautiously because he was still likely the last person she wanted to see at the moment. 

"Seeker--"

"No, Varric. I am still mad at you. Go away." 

Her tone lacked any real heat, so Varric took that as a good sign. He stopped by the fireplace, a few feet from her. She was now dangerously close to full on pouting, and that meant she was tired. He was too, honestly. They'd spent the better part of an hour going round and round again before she'd finally stormed off. 

"I'm not here to fight, Cassandra. We can fight later if you really want to, but for now why don't we put aside the petty shit so I can welcome you home properly. Seeing as I never got the chance before."

She didn't acknowledge him, only went back to flipping through her book even through it was obvious she wasn't reading it. Or she had learned to read at the speed of light. Which, he wouldn't put past her, but still. Since she hadn't told him to leave again he decided to press his luck. He crept closer to her, soft footed and slow. 

He stopped beside the chair, waited for just a moment, and then reached out to take her hand in his. "I know we're fighting, but I am glad you're back." Varric lifted her hand up and pressed a warm kiss to the inside of her wrist. 

"You are not winning me over that easily, dwarf." She narrowed her eyes in warning, and amusement. 

"But I can win you over?" He grinned. 

"I did not say that!" 

"Didn't have to." Varric bent his head slightly and hid his laugh against her skin. Then he looked up to meet her gaze again, and noted that her eyes were far lighter than they had been. "Just, c'mere?" 

He tugged gently on her hand to get her to lean forward. She gave in and sat up, letting herself be pulled toward him until their faces were inches apart. Varric cupped her cheek and placed a soft kiss against her lips. He might have said she hummed in appreciation at the contact, but he wasn't going to push his luck and mention it. 

"Hi, welcome back," he said instead. 

"Hi," she whispered. Her eyes were as soft as her smile, but then she seemed to remember herself and frowned at him. "Do not think this means I have forgotten our--"

"Yeah, yeah, you can yell at me tomorrow." He slid his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck and tugged her forward in order to kiss her fully. And to effectively shut her up. "For now," he said between kisses, "just let me show you how much I've missed you." 

#valentine kiss prompts #prompt fills #cassarric fic #cassarric #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Nuggets and Nuisances (Trips Part 4)

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Authors note- hello earthlings and others. I’m back for part 4. I was really hungry while writing this and I thought I’d let you all know that.

Warnings- 18++++ PLEASE DONT INTERACT IF YOURE A MINOR PLEASE PRETTY PRETTY PLEASEEEEEEEEE. Again we got some smut in here, some praise kink if you squint, p in v protected (wrap it up y’all), mentions of blood violence and injuries. Foul language and drug use. Again minors get out you don’t want this <3

Summary- Taking your relationship with Eddie a bit further : ) 4.7k words

Adrenaline. That’s all you felt pumping through your veins as you sat in Eddie’s van as he sped out of The Hideout parking lot. Neither of you said a word as Eddie was gunning it at 80 mph down the street. Normally being in a car with someone going that fast would scare you. But not with Eddie.

As Eddie kept driving you had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn’t bother to ask. As he pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center Eddie finally turned his attention to you.

“That was a pretty Ozzy move you pulled back there”

“Heh. I suppose it was”

Upon speaking you wince pretty heavily and Eddie takes notice. Taking his eyes off the steering wheel as he continues to cruise through the parking lot. He looks over at you and takes one of his hands off the wheel and gently grabs your face. Making you turn to face him.

“Yeesh shit. When’d that happen?”

“I think I hit my head on a curb when Andy pulled me to the ground”

“Well then I think we should go get cleaned up before we continue our date. Don’t ya think?”

“…you really wanna continue our date?”

Eddie is stunned for a moment. Bringing the car to a complete stop.

“Sorry y/n I didn’t mean to assume you’d want to…I mean I want to…if you do?”

“Oh god! Eddie of course I do…I just thought after getting beat up and having your date maul some people with a crowbar that you wouldn’t want to”

Eddie starts laughing like a mad man and even wipes a tear before he continues talking.

“Princess beating up the Hawkins high basketball team was probably one of the hottest things you could have ever done on a first date. No way am I gonna back away from that”

Eddie continued on his way through the parking lot before pulling into a spot in front of a 24 hour convenience store. Eddie convinced you to stay in the car while he ran in to get a few things. Coming back with rubbing alcohol, some cotton puff balls and some band aids. Eddie makes his way to the passenger door and upon opening it he situated himself standing between your legs as you face him and he begins cleaning your head.

“You know princess it wouldn’t hurt so much if you stopped squirming”

“The only reason I’m squirming is cause it hurts” you said with a bit of a pout and Eddie being Eddie cupped your face in his hands and forced you mouth into a smile before continuing his work.

“Well princess I’ve done the best I can to put humpty dumpty back together again. How do you feel?”

“Eh I’ll be alright. You need any help or do you think you’ll be okay? We should probably get some ice for those bruises.”

“Eh don’t worry about me I’ve had worse”

He said it in such a joking way but you knew it was true. You’ve seen how much he gets hazed and bullied and hearing him say it in such a playful way hurt for some reason. As you look up at him you give him a quick tender peck on the lips. It happened so quickly Eddie didn’t even process what was happening until you had pulled away.

“What was that for?”

“I’m sorry you’ve had worse Eddie. You shouldn’t have.”

You intertwined his fingers with your own and stared down at your hands momentarily.

“Well thank you sweetheart. I think I could say the same about you though. Anyways I thought the kiss might have been a thank you for fixing you up but I guess not.”

You could tell what he was playing at and decided to give in. Leaning in ever so slightly to where your noses brushed against each other.

“Well this one can be a thank you..if you want it to be”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he leaned in and captured your lips on his own in a tender deep kiss. Eddie's busted lip hurt just from kissing you but it was the kind of pain he’d relish forever. Eventually you two pull away breathing heavily. And Eddie claps his hands together.

“So how does the badass princess feel about McDonalds?”

“I’d say the princess is starving and would love some nuggets”

Eddie got back in the van and drove across the parking lot to the McDonalds getting you guys a bunch of chicken nuggets and some fries with some drinks from the drive through before taking off again. Still keeping high speeds but you didn’t care.

“Where’s the Bard taking me now?”

“Well that is a surprise sweetheart”

“Can I at least eat some food while we drive there?”

He slaps your hand away from the bag gently and shakes his finger at you.

“Nuh uh. It’ll be taste better when we get there trust me”

As Eddie drove all his thoughts were swimming with you and it took everything in him not to watch you the entire time he drove. You didn’t make it any easier when you rolled the window down and stuck your head out like a dog for a second. The wind makes the car fill with the scent of your perfume. He was swerving through lanes at that point because all he could do was look at you. Normally Eddie speeds in his van but now he was speeding because he really just wanted to be able to look at you and not the road.

As the van pulls up to lovers lake you begin to laugh and shake your head.

“Eddie lovers lake is great and all but how is this going to make my nuggets taste any better”

“Just trust me doll it’ll be great”

He pulled the van up backwards so the ass end was facing the lake. You two made your way to the back of the van and hopped in, leaving the door open to enjoy the view of the lake.

As soon as Eddie laid out all the food you couldn’t help yourself and began to dig in. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you.

“Man beating people up really revs up your appetite huh?”

You didn’t respond verbally but you gave an enthusiastic head nod that made Eddie laugh even harder. Sharing the chicken nuggets but having to pass the sauce back and forth because they never give you enough sauce. Somehow you find yourself lying right up against him on his chest as you two continue to eat.

“Hey y/n?”

“Mmhmm?”

“If I rolled a joint on our first date would you totally hate me?”

Sitting up you look him in the eyes and cup his face bringing it to meet yours.

“If you did I think it would only make me like you more Munson”

So he did. He rolled a joint and you two smoked away enjoying the music from the radio and the calming sounds of lovers lake. As you sat there in the back of his Van his hands began to gently glide along your back in such a calming way. Yet for some reason each time he did it you felt yourself heating up.

“I mean it y/n. That was some badass stuff you pulled back there.”

“What can I say? I had to defend my Knight in shining armor…err Um I mean my knight in the shining rust bucket he calls a van”

“Hey who's sitting in the back of that rust bucket as we speak princess? And I seem to remember us calling her a carriage before”

“Right right my apologies my knight in his shining carriage”

You tilt your face up to look at him and the hand he was stroking your back with freezes in place. Something about the atmosphere in the van changed when you looked at him this time. There was something different about it as you leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was slow and gentle at first. Progressively getting deeper as you allowed Eddie to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The moan you give him as he moves his hand from your back down to your waist as he squeezes it, is a sound Eddie wants to hear forever. And he’ll do anything to make you do it again. As you move to straddle his lap, Eddie’s hand begins to wander anywhere and everywhere he can reach, making sure to grope every part of you as he whispers into your ear in a husky voice.

“Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like, baby. I mean it. You say the word I stop no matter what okay?”

“I will. But for now keep doing everything you're doing Eddie. Please”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so whiny but he wasn’t complaining. And he especially wasn’t complaining when you decided to grind down on him. He hadn’t even realized he was hard until you did that and now all his thoughts are swirling with the dirtiest thoughts of you.

You trace your hands up and down his torso. Scratching lightly. Not enough to hurt him but enough to get some groans out. You decide to push his denim vest off signaling him where you want this to go. Eddie takes the hint and loses the vest and the jacket along with his shirt. Leaving him bare from the stomach up.

You lean back on his thighs and have a good look at his bare chest before leaning in to leave tender kisses on each of his tattoos. On one particular tattoo you decided to give it a quick bite. Not enough to draw blood but enough to get a reaction.

“Shit! Did you just bite me?”

He looked down at your face and rushed in for a heated kiss as his hand tugged at the bottom of your dress and this time it was you taking the hint. Leaning back on his thighs once again as you slowly slid the black dress down your body. Removing your tights with them. Leaving you in nothing but your black lace underwear. That Eddie now can’t keep his hands off of.

“Black lace? For me sweetheart. Awe you shouldn’t have”

He’s breathless at this point as you continue trailing kisses up and down his torso and grinding down on him. His hands move up to cup your breasts making your breath hitch as he massages them. You take your hands off of him for a moment as you reach behind your back and unhook your bra causing it to fall into his hands.

His eyes immediately shoot down to your breasts, taking them in fully. He brings your bra up to his face and sniffs it intensely before dropping it with the rest of the clothes piling up in the van. He moves his attention back to your breasts as he massages them.

“They’re so pretty baby. Can’t believe you’ve had them tucked away from me for so long. My poor girls”

Before you can respond he takes one of your breasts into his mouth and cups the other one and continues massaging. As he flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple you let out a string of high gasps and moans as you intertwine your fingers through his hair.

Eddie takes the opportunity and flips you onto your back. The sudden movement makes the entire van shake and a few cassettes go flying about. And as soon as you’re on your back he grinds down onto you making you both groan. Eddie removes his mouth from your breast and begins kissing his way down your body. Stopping just above your underwear.

“May I? Madam?”

You nod your head yes feverishly

“Words princess. Let me hear you.”

“F-Fuck, yes Eddie please god please”

And with that Eddie hooked his fingers below the band and tugged them down your legs.

“Is it okay if I taste you baby? You look fucking delicious”

“I-I mean if you want. Nobody’s ever…”

“Oh baby I’m about to rock your world”

He comes back up to kiss you as his hand rubs between your folds feeling how wet you already were. Bringing a finger up to his lips as he licks his fingers.

“Oh yeah baby. Just as I thought. I’m gonna need more”

He kissed down your body once again and found his face between your thighs.you do your best to keep your eyes on him.He brings a finger to your folds and presses it to your clit causing you to squirm. He begins to rub circles just for a moment before removing his finger and replacing it with his mouth over your clit as he begins to lick you.

“F-FUCK E-Eddie oh my god!”

All this does is spur him on and he begins to eat you like he’s never eaten a meal in his life. His fingers although work their way down and his middle finger teases your entrance before pushing in and you can’t help but throw your head back when he does. He begins to curl his finger as he pumps it in and out and you feel the beginning of your orgasm building.

He decided to add a second finger and when he does he finally finds the spot he was looking for. Your thighs automatically begin to clench around his head, locking him in as he moves his fingers quicker and lapping you up deeper.

“E-edd I’m I’m I’m gonna”

You came all over his face and all Eddie did was groan as he continued to eat you out through your high.

Finally your legs relax and your thighs release his head and he makes his way back up to your face. Both of you are smiling like idiots. You slide your hand down his torso and you grab his hard on through his jeans and he groans into your mouth.

“You sure about this princess? We can stop anytime”

“Would I have just groped you the way I did if I wanted you to stop”

Eddie pulled away and backed out of the van fully and attempted to remove his jeans and boxers only tripping slightly. He reached back into the van and grabbed his jacket where he pulled out a condom and you raised a brow at him.

“Oh don’t give me that you showed up in black lace panties missy” he said pointing a finger in your face.

That was a fair point. You sit up a bit to get a look at his cock for the first time. You swallow a bit seeing the size. You weren’t a virgin but you also hadn’t been with anyone of his size before and you were a bit nervous. He looked up at you as he slid the condom on his dick and fisted himself a couple times. Crawling back over you in the van he cups your face and tries to calm your nerves with a kiss on the nose.

“I’ll go slow baby don’t worry. Any pain you let me know”

He kissed your forehead and you spread your legs for him fully as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushes the tip in just a little bit and you both let out matching groans. He pushes in a bit more and that’s when you feel the stretch. Wincing a bit and grabbing his forearm as he stills himself letting you adjust to him.

As you nod he continues to push in a little bit more repeating this process until he’s fully inside you. He gently rocks himself against you and brushes back the hair from your face as he kisses your cheeks.

“You’re doing so well for me princess okay? You’ve taken it all so well”

You finally nod and kiss his cheek as a sign he’s okay to move and he does. He removes himself from you and then plunges back in and you reach around his back as he begins to move in and out of you. The moans that escape you are unlike any sounds you’ve heard yourself make before. You couldn’t control the way he made you feel.

Everytime he dragged himself out of you and plunged back in, you could feel just how full it made you and you couldn’t get enough. Reaching up and pulling him in for another kiss as he continued to pound into you deeper and deeper with each thrust. You're grabbing at his back and dragging your nails all the way down. Eddie takes his time working plenty of hickies into your body wanting to mark you as much as possible. When you thought it couldn’t get any better his hand finds its way between the two of you again and he begins to rub your clit causing you to cry out his name.

“Fuck baby say it again. Say my name again”

So you do. With every thrust you continue to moan his name and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer at this rate so he begins to rub your clit even faster.

He can feel you nearing your edge and he is too. He gives a final thrust and he’s done for falling over the edge and taking you right down with him in a blissful shared orgasm.

He collapses on top of your chests both heaving and you begin to stroke his hair absentmindedly. When you two finally begin to come back to reality he loves his head up to look at you and you both begin to just chuckle.

“Well Munson consider my world rocked”

He leaned up and took you into another giggly kiss.

Moments later he pulls out of you and wraps up the condom discarding it with other trash from the evening. And putting his clothes back on and you do the same except you can’t find your underwear. Not until you see it hanging out of Eddie’s back pocket and you decide to let him keep it.

You get back into the back of the van and lay down in his arms to continue watching the lake for a while. Neither one cares when you drift off into the night.

***

Waking up the next day to the sun shining right in your eyes and the smell of water and forest snaps you up immediately. Startling Eddie awake as well. Upon taking in your surroundings and remembering the events of last night you relax a little into Eddie’s touch.

“So uh…i didn’t ask last night and I probably should have but does this mean you’ll go out on another date with me? Like officially?”

You thump him lightly on the forehead with your thumb.

“Yes dummy I’ll go out with you”

“Does that mean I can take my girl out to a diner and get her some breakfast before she goes home?”

He does. He takes you to his favorite diner in town and you both order breakfast opting to share the pancakes but get individual hash browns. The entire morning you both shared giddy flirtatious looks and could hardly keep your hands off of each other. Not in sexual ways but just being close and keeping your hands on one another. Whether it’s holding hands or hugging or just being close enough to brush against one another. You both craved contact.

When the time arrived for him to drop you off at home you found yourself immensely disappointed to be leaving him. As you stepped out of the van Eddie did the same and made his way around the van. He closed the passenger door behind you and pushed you up against the van kissing you.

It ended up turning into a bit of a make-out session before you pulled away.

“So you wanna do this again this Friday?” Eddie said as he continued pecking your lips between words.

“Mmmmmmm I dunno I’ll have to think about it”

You giggled against his lips as you went in for another kiss.

“I expect my carriage to arrive at the same time then?”

You parted ways and walked inside watching his van drive away from your window. That’s when you hear the phone ringing upstairs and you run to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?!?!?! Where the hell were you today?!? You never answered your phone last night or this morning and you didn’t show up for school?”

“Oh. Hey Nance….yeah Eddie and I got a bit caught up with our date so we kind of just played hooky today I guess”

“Wait….you spent the night with Eddie Munson?!?! Y/n oh my god you have to tell me everything. I’ll be there within the hour”

Before you got the chance to say anything she’d already hung up. So you left the front door unlocked and went to change into some pajamas as you waited for Nancy.

You heard the door open and peaked down the stairs to see Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Robin.

“Nancy? I knew you were coming but I didn’t know you were bringing the whole circus”

“Sorry they were already at my house when I called you so they kind of heard everything anyways”

You sighed and gathered with them in the living room and ordered pizza as you all hung out.

“Wait so you’re telling me that you’re the reason Andy, Jason, and Chance are on the bench this week?”

You nodded your head shyly at Steve who still looked starstruck at the entire story. Turning your attention to Robin who was about to ask a million questions.

“So you and Eddie you guys??? You know?? Hooked up!? Are you guys official now? Are you going out again? Where’d you guys go after you beat up the guys”

You tried to answer everyone’s questions as best as you could but they all wanted to know every detail and it was all a little much. Until Jonathan finally began to roll a joint and you pretty much snatched it out of his hand once he was done. You loved your friends but sometimes boundaries weren’t in their vocabulary.

“For the last time Steve I’m not going to tell you how big Munson is.”

“Oh come on I don’t want the exact size I just wanna know if Munson is…”

“Bigger than you?”

Steve didn’t respond but instead just took a bite out of the slice of pizza he was holding. Which he nearly choked on when the knock at the door scared the shit out of him.

Jumping up to answer it as an excuse to escape your friends when you’re greeted at the door by none other than Eddie himself.

“Hey sweetheart….”

“Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Is it stupid if I say I couldn’t stop thinking about you”

You look down at the ground and can feel your face heat up.

“I don’t think that’s stupid at all… uh I’ve got some company right now but come on in you’re more than welcome to join us”

You grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him towards the living room.

“Steve, look who’s here!!! You can ask him that question you were asking me earlier”

And for the second time tonight Steve begins to choke on his pizza as the rest of the group erupts in laughter.

“Damn baby you didn’t tell me you were having a party”

He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into his side as you walked towards the couch. Eddie looked at Jonathan Byers and gave him a nod that Jonathan returned as he sat next to him on the couch.

“So Byers is that better than your purple palm tree delight?”

“Sorry man I don’t think anything can beat that for me”

You could feel Nancy staring at you and Eddie and you could tell she wanted to say something.

“Soooo Eddie… you’re going to treat y/n well?”

“Nance.” You said in a stern voice as a warning.

Eddie shifted and leaned toward Nancy.

“Well Wheeler I intend to treat her like the princess she is. She deserves nothing less than the best”

You smiled and hugged into his side as he leaned back against the couch and he placed a gentle kiss atop your head.

Steve attempted to change the subject.

“I still can’t believe you two are responsible for beating up the basketball team”

“Two? No man, it was all her. You should have seen her swinging that crowbar man. It was amazing.”

All in sync the rest of the group turned to you and yelled

“CROWBAR?!?!?!”

You covered your face with your hands in an attempt to hide from your friends. All of them impressed, stunned, and a little more scared of you. Robin hopped up on the arm of the couch next to you and made you remove your hands from your face.

“As badass as you are now with all your beating people in bar parking lots with crowbars street cred I still better see you at school tomorrow”

“Ughhhhh do I have to?”

You said with a pout and Robin booped your nose and nodded her head yes.

As the group hung out and got high and had laughs you found yourself staring at Eddie more and more. You hadn’t thought it was possible to fall in love with someone like this. You thought that was usually for movies and shit but here you were. In a room full of your best friends and your eyes were glued to him.

After the majority of the group left to go home and rest before school tomorrow you and Eddie were left alone in your living room. As he came to sit back down after changing out the movie you were watching he caught your eyes on him.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer” he said with a wink as he jumped into the seat next to you.

“I might just take you up on that”

Eddie didn’t want to leave your house that night so he didn’t. He made sure to set an alarm and have you both up for school which he drove you to. And that night you spent the night at his trailer. Each night passed, having you both going back and forth between houses when you could. You couldn’t imagine being without him and you didn’t want to.

***

It was a normal day in class just like any other when you’re staring at the assignment in-front of you and your eyes suddenly begin to lose focus. You couldn’t pay attention to anything except for the skull splitting headache ringing through your head. Finally when you opened your eyes and refocused you saw the red drops of blood on your assignment. Reaching a slow hand up to your nose as you wipe the blood away. There’s a tap on your arm from Robin who leans over and whispers to you.

“Hey y/n. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m all good”

Despite feeling fine now and saying you were fine there was something off you couldn’t quite place. Only goosebumps on the back of your neck that didn’t leave until the end of class. You went to lunch as normal and Eddie wasn’t in his usual spot. He’d said earlier he’d be late because he had a deal to make at lunch so he was probably out in the forest with a customer.

Sitting down at the table you heard the boys discussing the next hellfire meeting tonight and you were excited but couldn’t shake this weird feeling you were getting.

Lost in thought until Eddie’s hands on your shoulders scared you so bad that you jumped out of your seat.

“Woah woah sorry baby. You okay? What’s got you so jumpy?”

“Oh uh nothing I’m okay. Sorry, how'd your deal go?”

“Pretty weird actually. They wanted something a bit stronger so I’m gonna bring them back to the trailer with us after hellfire if that’s alright with you baby?”

“Oh yeah that’s fine”

Eddie bringing customers to the trailer when you were there wasn’t new. He always made sure you felt safe so you trusted him on this. But no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the weird feeling that was crawling its way up your spine.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things 4 #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #smut #lemon

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Blog # 24

Hey party people, I think I’m ready to update y’all on what’s going on. Health tings, physical/mental/emotional lol, have made it difficult to stick to my personal schedule and I admit I’ve been getting super frustrated. Which as made me more tired and less able to concentrate. It’s a cycle and I need to break it. 

Sleep helps a bit! Keeping a bedtime also helps. Work stresses do not help.

HSDJY UPDATES/HOUSEKEEPING

Key art/game cover is still in progress, whoooo! It’s hilarious how busy me and my artist have both been so it’s like a game of message-tag ���� being an adult is something else. 

Beta testing is underway (and WOW am I learning a lot about how to better streamline the process for maximum benefits and the least amount of stress ☠️ *cues Live and Learn by Crush 40*). I knew going in that people were going to drop out, but I didn’t realize the sheer amount of people who could one day be game and the next be M.I.A. It’s terrifying. That being said, to the chosen few who have been active in helping me (special thanks to Wudge!! @herotome​) I’m simultaneously mad at you for making me do (simple) coding above my pay grade and eternally grateful that I have your assistance. This stage is a necessary step and I’m glad I’m taking it even if it’s painful AF and my brain is trying to tap out early.

...Future Gem, if you’re reading this, hire a damn programmer/coder. Put whatever money aside you need because if we have to do this again, you might not be making games no mo’...

Epilogues are being written and I’m being reminded that the writing is the most fun part for me, but not liking that I’ll have to edit...edit again...edit one more time???...code... and test the shits if I want y’all to play it after the events of the main game 🙃. At the time of this post, I have not touched the draft document in almost two weeks, half due to aforementioned busyness, and the other half is because Lydia’s section is giving me the most issues?? But I can’t jump to April (the only other unfinished part) until Lydia’s is done??? The issue is Lyd needs a new outline because personality and plot reasons, the current one I’ve been using as a template isn’t right.

In case you’re wondering, everyone is color coded in my document!. Ryan is blue, friendship is pinkish, Lydia’s green, Florence is red, April is orange, and Langston is purple!

YURI JAM ADVENTURES

My knee-jerk reaction is to put this under a read more, but we’re gonna ignore that. Deadlines where I don’t feel prepared make me anxious. The way I work, I need a completed script so I can start deciding what important things like 1) team solo?? or 2) recruit help?? and if so 3) can we slap together a budget (because ya girl has nothing to offer skill wise).

I want to share something tangible with y’all SO bad but all I have are like eight or nine outlines and their unfinished prologues. Fantasy, contemporary, HSDJY related, and so on. I haven’t settled on the idea that I want to see to completion and for once I don’t think it’s the perfectionist in me. Its the tired adult 

Anywho, I’m super stubborn when I want to be and a game jam is still on my 2022 goals list so I’m not giving up just yet. Will keep y’all posted. When there’s something to be posted on LOL

- Gemini 💛

P.S. to those who celebrate, Happy Father’s Day!! and to those who this time of year is super rough, I hope you have some comfort and peace today.

P.P.S. HAPPY JUNETEENTH!!! I personally will be celebrating by staying my butt at home and smiling at all the Black authored YA books I own at my big age 😊

#gamedev #High School Daze: Junior Year #updates and rambles #visual novel #game development

[gvftea]

“So I wonder if this is their poorly executed attempt at sounding like a garage band, or if it's a budget thing”

I don’t think it’s a budget thing I’ve said this before on this blog I will say it again their label gives them to much freedom. They picked a producer that works with that band y’all dragged that opened up for them. I forgot the bands name but they are older and I believe the drummer was talking shit before DIG started. Anyways they picked a producer that hasn’t worked on many big albums but worked with that band recently and it’s like…. GVF WAS in the position to probably work with any big rock producer because the last album was SO good and they were at their peak. Why tf did they choose a no body producer? I understand wanting to try someone new and upcoming but this boy isn’t upcoming? It shows and the lyrics are so fucking bad this time around like you have them killing it on songs like sacred is the thread and Josh is talking about some stupid shit no one fucking understands. Like please get it to-fucking-gether if the song was about growing more confident you could have played that up so many different ways lyrically and even made up a story to go with it. But the lyrics are just lazy and it gets me mad because I really like how the instruments sound in that song but lyrically it doesn’t match. Meet the master is beautiful musically but again the lyrics are so fucking stupid I understand the cult religion shit but if you’re gonna go there GO THERE don’t be scared. Don’t even get me started on the other two songs we got because they are so bad. The falling sky I was so excited for because it sounded so good live but again the lyrics are so fucking stupid and it’s mixed badly. I thought farewell for now was a song they were only gonna play at the last show of DIG and we’d never talk about that cringe fest of a song again but they had the audacity to put it on the album… AS THE LAST SONG. There are 4 of you in this BAND and you’re telling me none of you have figured out how to write lyrics yet? Get a lyricist in there and better producers it’s like watching children play and no one is giving them a proper structure and what pisses me off is I KNOW GVF IS BETTER THAN THESE STUPID FUCKING SONGS/ALBUM they are putting out. As a fan we can’t beg them to make better music because we know their potential and what they are capable of they have to want that for themselves. And based on what they are putting out idk if they wanna be better or bigger or whatever. I understand they wanted to go back to their “roots” why didn’t they go lock themselves in the studio they used to make their first album and start from there? That would have been such an interesting take and see what would come from being in that space making the third album after achieving everything they could have ever imagined but they recorded it in fucking Georgia I believe? Like wtf? Anyways GVF we all know you can do better so do better. Sorry for the rant I didn’t know this would be so long until after I finished typing.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[josiebelladonna]

happy birthday, green druidess.

i hope today is good, because... oh, boy, is it a good day for me.

in fact, this is the first january in years that’s been genuinely kind to me! been making tons of art and planning stuff for my fics, planning on moving house sometime this year...

i’m writing all of this as thunder and lightning is rolling through my area. if you don’t mind, i’m going to turn into nikolai tesla here for a second. or robert oppenheimer. electricity is everywhere, and if you’re not careful, it can burn you and vaporize you, sweetheart.

now hold onto me, pretty baby, if you wanna fly. i’m gonna melt the fever, sugar, rolling back your eyes.

*lights up a bong*

are y’all with me now?

her: “hey, how come you never have anything nice to say about me?”

she asks, completely oblivious to the fact that i was never a serious critic, but someone with a sense of humor and i had every right to stand up for myself.

want me to say something nice about her?

she knows how to appeal to people.

there. happy? am i even being serious right now?

who knows, and who cares. besides, her and her army of nimrods have something new to bicker about when using my name in junction again.

*alex skolnick, eric peterson, joey belladonna, and rob cavestany have entered the chat*

*receives, but whatever. and...

pfffff, what?

“Or maybe it was the ice cream man.”

i shouldn’t have laughed as hard as i did at that, but i did, anyway. god.

man, and i thought i had awkward syntax. there’s a lot. trust me: from how state of euphoria sits in my mind, she’s known for her awkward sentences, among other things. such that even the teachers of the most entry-level, special ed. english classes would hit the roof.

...edgy strawberry shortcake? but, you know, if it exists, there’s an edgy version of it. it’s like an offshoot of rule 34 (if it exists, there’s porn of it). by the way, “seafoam”. back up, i thought you weren’t an artist.

u mad, bro? also, paranoia is not a good look for you, liz. trust me.

ahahahahahahahahaha *fart*

oh, yeah, that’s... that’s real important. thx for that really important info. you know, there’s building tension and then there’s farting around like this, and you, my dear, fart more than i do (and i have digestive issues so that’s saying something)

in all seriousness, though, she has gotten bad with the filler lately, like... how many times can you show me this. how many more times can you show me this.

“i rubbed my chiny-chin-chin and said, ‘my, my, my, what sort of this thing might this lady get high upon?’ i checked out her sister who was holding the bed, and i wondered what sort of thing the young lady was on.”

“snap yo’ fingers, snap yo’ neck!”

i haven’t heard about strippers wearing thongs in like... what, 15+ years? britney spears and paris hilton even stopped wearing them even in the era of low-rise jeans, they’re so uncomfortable and so gross, too, like there’s nothing sexy about having a string between your ass cheeks and your coochie.

“slid off the bed” made me think of homer simpson sliding off the bed and sneaking out in the middle of the night with bart to scour the barrels of booze in the prohibition episode (there’s a bit in the second part of this fic where vince acts like bart reading notes from his palm 😂)

firm tits? if she’s got firm tits, she’s probably got cancer, bro. or she has pcos, just gave birth, or she’s the three-breasted martian from total recall, like it’s not natural to have rock-hard boobs and a soft body, especially in that situation.

“so i pulled on her hair, got her legs in the air, and asked if she had any cooties in there. ‘what do you mean, cooties? no cooties on me!’ she was buns up, kneeling. i was wheelin’ and dealin’, she surrendered to the feelin’, and she started with the squealin’. dyna-moe watched from the edge of the bed, with her upper lip twitching and her face gone red, some drool rolling down from the edge of her chin, while she spied the condition her sister was in.”

...this is the woman who made fun of me in 2020 for writing the word “butt” in an otherwise erotic fic. the same one.

good god.

did you have a stroke and lose your sense of hearing, nick? she’s obviously in pain. knock that shit off.

“melted water and her juices”

man alive, that conjures an image.

also, why am i under the impression that she sat down with eclipse open in another tab whilst writing, specifically to angel’s trumpet and summer in the city, and wrote this alongside those chapters, like this whole time i’m just thinking of vampire!alex and his icy cold body... but minus his sensuality and sweetness, and made a lot more disgusting. and it’s kinda creepy, too, like at least i try to make people look like they’re having a good time in my erotica. i also didn’t screenshot it, but there’s a line in here where nick says “i’d like to lick something” and i was almost immediately reminded of magic stick.

after everything, she is still ripping me off, and badly this time around no less: the first time was actually kind of innocuous in comparison to this, like this is borderline psychopathic behavior.

and it’s so ironic, too. everything i do is all supposed to be fun. you gently rib at someone because you like them. has she or anyone who supports her never heard of “dramatic readings” or “drunk readings”? or watched a bad movie and made wise cracks all the way through? if my mental breakdown after all this went down in summer 2020 wasn’t enough proof for you, i don’t know what to tell you.

really, i can forgive spelling errors and awkward sentences and unintentional hilarity, i really can (there’s a trope for that, too, it’s called “so bad, it’s good”), but if you still insist on doing the nefarious behavior i initially called you out on?

she’s insane. she is completely and totally out of her goddamn mind.

and she looks at me and tells me to get over it? that’s justifying your own horrible behavior in hopes to make me submit. there’s a word for that, too. you may have heard of it, you may have seen her use it, too. it’s called “bullying”. look at it this way: if someone hits you and you’re crying, and they tell you to get over it, it’s abuse. bonus points if they’re like “i didn’t do it!” (given bullying is a form of abuse).

when i posted the apple shed back on the 9th, it had pure intentions. sure, when i posted dead man walking, it had the intent of standing up for myself. but that was it, though: i was standing up for myself while writing something that i had wanted to write for a long time, so two birds with one stone there. when she starts something in response to fics like those, it’s solely to cover her ass, never to contribute to fandom. i promise i’m not trying to be like one of the cool kids, either. so, i don’t know what her logic is because i’m not trying to prove anything. i stopped caring about popularity a long time ago. i grew up in nevada and california: we don’t give a shit if we’re popular or not. it’s nice when it happens, but we don’t expect it.

coming from her, she may as well be telling us we’re all fools. really, this is erotic? this is unpleasant, even for her (and i’ve avoided her like the ‘rona). a little pain goes a long way, but this left me genuinely uncomfortable. in fact, this happens a lot in her so-called erotic writings. and like, you can’t cover it up with “don’t like, don’t read”, either, because it’s all at the expense of growing and changing.

it’s like she tries way too hard to be sexy and winds up writing some of the most “cannot... unsee” things i’ve ever read. i feel like i’ve actually grown as a writer since i joined ao3. i can tell right away that she hasn’t, not one bit (and she’s been on there longer than i have, too).

in fact, she’s actually the reason why i’m so picky about reading things that are erotic: i don’t ever mean to shame anyone for what turns them on, that’s never my intention. i’ve been shamed for my sexual feelings pretty much my entire life, so you couldn’t pay me enough money to shame someone for their preferences and their kinks, but way too often, i’ll read something that’s kinda hot, kinda sensual, and then something will happen that’s off-putting and it’s immediately gross, or it’s unintentionally funny. i don’t blame you for it one bit, though: writing is hard, and erotic writing is even harder (no pun intended). you want proof? it took me almost four years to overcome my hang-ups on my own kinks and be comfortable enough to write about them, and yet, i still have a long way to go. i still feel guilt and shame with what gets me going, and though my art is about what i like and who i like, i still am reluctant to talk about my crushes and my sexuality. it’s a continuous process.

what i don’t understand is... what the hell makes her so special? her writing is not sexy. at all. and i’ve given myself shit for being unsexy multiple times in the past. but i don’t think i’ve ever written anything that’s uncomfortable, disturbing, and stomach-churning at worst, and unintentionally funny at best like with her. (and that’s not even touching the plagiarism aspect, either).

there’s someone who comes to mind now that i write this out and really put the pieces together. so many of you are too young to remember tila tequila: i was 12 when she was the queen of myspace and i barely had a finger in the world of music then. if i was too young to remember tila, i know you all are. but i recommend you read about her. i can’t really explain it, but i keep seeing this weirdly similar arc between these two women: overly sexual to the point it’s obnoxious and squicky, loud and boisterous, big ego, went nuts after a traumatic event (in tila’s case, it was losing her girlfriend and then od’ing on pills during an aneurysm; in the green druidess’ case, it was losing her grandmother and then the rendezvous with me in quarantine). if she starts whipping out the prejudices and really problematic behavior, don’t say i didn’t try to warn you.

“you hurt my feelings” i thought people got sick of this trope like... six years ago. sick of the trope. six years ago. nikki sixx. seems kinda weird…

it’s like watching two people have sex with rubber gloves and soapy water.

okay, i want y’all to take a shot every time she writes the word “butt” from now on. i actually came up with a few drinking games with her. for example, take a shot every time someone “hums” during an intercourse scene. take a shot every time she uses a flowery synonym for red hair. take a shot every time there’s a sex scene and you’re more grossed out than turned on.

again, this is the “hot, erotic romance” that readers of bandfic want in 2022/2023? this is torture. like... dude. have you tried just talking to her? why do you insist on spinning in circles every which way: this shit is hard to watch.

this is the scene from tiny bubbles:

Alex didn’t hesitate to take off his jeans right there in the front part of the apartment: he swiped the cordless phone from the kitchen in the instance of someone calling him in the meantime, and he ambled across the carpet to the hallway. He stepped into that large, spacious bathroom and already began to feel completely at ease. The white tile that made up the floor felt like cold stones on the very bottoms of his feet; the white and gray marble on the countertop next to him shimmered and twinkled under the soft light that filtered through the window over the bathtub before him. He peeled off his shirt and lay it on the counter next to him and the edge of the sink. He stood right next to the toilet for a second with his eye on the big silvery shower head on the wall over his head.

A shower wouldn’t suffice. Too quick, especially for his tense muscles in his back and in his legs. He glanced down at the big bathtub before him, the big pearly white tub that provided enough for him to lay down flat on his back.

That would do the trick. He took the bath mat off of the rim of the tub and lay it on the tiles right next to the tub, and then he reached over to the dials on the wall and switched on the water. A bit too cold at first and then he turned the hot dial a bit. He then reached behind him to the cabinets under the sink for the bottle of bubble bath: what was a boy who wanted to relax without soft-smelling tiny bubbles. Down on one knee, he unscrewed the lid from the top and poured in a slender little trickle of that deep blue liquid in: he watched it bleed through the water for a moment, and then he reached down and stirred the water with a shake of his hand so the bubbles would flurry up and collect throughout the water. He put the bubble bath back into the cabinet and he watched the bubbles form and pile upon themselves.

Every so often, he reached down for a stir of the water with his hands so those little stacks of tiny bubbles collected and formed upon themselves even more.

Once the water reached a certain level on the bathtub, he switched off the water, and then he peeled his underwear off and he let it fall onto the bath mat, around his feet. He ran his hand down his stomach before he stuck one foot into the water: nice and warm, almost perfect. It was a bit colder than he usually liked, but the tub had enough water in it already; he set the other foot into the water next, and then he took his seat on the floor of the tub. He leaned back against the wall opposite to the faucet and stretched out his long, lanky legs to where his feet reached the faucet. Though he remained close to the wall on the left, there was plenty of room in that tub for two people.

it’s directly from tiny bubbles. she still has not gotten tired of this. as i said, it’s like she had eclipse open in one tab and used it as a base. it’s like when you’re taking notes from a textbook and you paraphrase as “best” as you can... “best” in that it’s actually not coming from you.

god, where’s miss rocco, my english teacher in junior year of high school. that woman had eyes like a hawk: she knew if you plagiarized or read cliff notes from a mile away. she was tough but she wanted us to do well, and that was my original intent with the green druidess. but since she’s way too egotistical, stubborn, and dumb to figure it out (as bullies usually are), i had to leave the “love” part out of “tough love”.

by the way, “non-erogenous zone”? what are you, my therapist?

*projectile vomits*

“oh. my. GAWD. chand-lah bing! chand-lah bing-a-ling!” (this part actually deserves two jokes)

“are you eating a t-bone? why don’t we call you.. t-bone?” “can i be g-bone?” “there is no ‘g-bone’, george.” “T-BONE! T-BONE! T-BONE! T-BONE!” 

*later*

“you’re like that monkey that can do sign language.” “cocoa?” “yeah! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA! COCOA!”

she also ripped off covalent bonds, i see. not surprised at all, either: it had “easy target” written all over it.

“when you walk in the bar, and you feel like a star, rockin’ your fuck-me pumps.  and a man notice you with your gucci bag (crue), can’t tell who he's lookin' to, ‘cause you all look the same, everyone knows your name, and that's your whole claim to fame. never miss a night 'cause your dream in life is to be a footballer's wife. you don't like players, that's what you say- but you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. you don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya, but you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller.”

vanessa: “we also received your other gift.” austin powers: “yes, basel! nice rack!”

“you’re being a peñis... colada, that is.” -liz phair

i swear, i used “i want you”... by bob dylan, in either fever or now it’s dark. may have been fever, i remember seeing it in the notes when i was putting volume one on wattpad last week.

speaking of notes, here’s another drinking game: take a shot every time you read her author’s note and they’re like this. when i write author’s notes, i try to be fun and friendly because we’re all fans here, but istg, the last couple of times i poked my head into her fics out of morbid curiosity, i saw her author’s notes and they were... i want to say “businesslike”. most recently, she hasn’t put any. it’s like when you have that one mutual on here: you were friends at one point, and something happens, and they end up moving away from their original content, like they got involved in social justice or something, and they start getting hostile and belligerent about it, and they end up deviating away from the original purpose of social justice and turn into someone full of hate, the very thing they were initially up against, and they reach a crisis point where it completely breaks them, and they turn into hipster blogs who don’t bother tag anything or even talk anymore, and then at some point, they leave tumblr. (tells you how long i’ve been on here, too: i’ve actually watched blogs venture through that very pipeline, whereas it’s rare now).

but here, i’m trying really hard to understand her point, or why she’s so bent on making things difficult for me when she just winds up making things difficult for herself as well as everyone who follows her, but she can’t come out front like this. when this whole situation started, and then continued, i really was alone in the whole thing (another key trait that should tell you that i’m not the bully here as bullies usually travel in packs and their prey tend to be loners). some people who had blocked me lifted the barrier and i apologized to them straight up because i knew it was upsetting for them. add to this, i had people left and right blocking me on the pretense of my supposedly running my mouth. incredibly petty and rude (unless someone’s opinion is actually hurting you, i can’t even tell you how messed up it is to block someone for being themselves: and at that point, it stops being opinion anyway) and it really gave me some insight into this new generation of tumblrs, many of whom are a lot like her: she happens to be a prototype of sorts, a codifier for what tumblr has become. but if there’s anything that this current tumblr is not, it’s that i know you guys don’t cheat.

as much as i dislike the ____ x reader trope and stranger things, the air of “oh my gosh, look what i found!” laced with captain obvious that’s in literally everything you guys do, and as much as i wish tiktok would just go away already, gen z and a lot of her readership do have a lot of charm to them because it comes down to ego.

the pen can’t be mightier than the sword if you let your ego get in the way. fic should be fun, it shouldn’t be about cancelling or getting all defensive when someone notices that you’re fucking up and wants you to stop but you instead double down and continue to do it and play possum afterwards at the expense of everyone in the room. karma is a bitch, man, and a bigger one than i ever will be. what goes up must come down.

speaking of coming down, there’s...

there’s...

there’s...

*snicker* sorry.

ladies and gentlemen. boys and girls. everyone in between. damen und herren. madames et monsieurs.

the crown jewel. the trinity test:

BIT HER BOTTOM

BIT

HER

BOTTOM

WHAT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALEX

YOU’RE NOT HERE! YOU’RE NOT HERE! A DIRTY WORD! HE SAID A DIRTY WORD!

WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAVE YOU DONE STICK YOUR ARM FOR SOME REAL FUN SO YOUR SICKNESS WEIGHS A TON AND GOD’S NAME HAS SMACK THE SUN!

U

G

L

Y

YOU UGLY YOU, YOU UGLY YOU UGLY YOU, YOU UGLY

YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI

YOU UGLY YOU, YOU UGLY

I AM NOW CHOPPING OFF PHYLLIS’ HEAD WITH A CHAINSAW 

I SAID A BOOM-CHICK-A-BOOM!

I SAID A BOOM-CHICK-A-BOOM!

I SAID A BOOM-CHICK-A-ROCK-A-CHICK-A-ROCK-A-CHICK-A-BOOM!

IT IS OVER! IT IS ALL OVER!

FUCK

okay, never mind the image that just conjured up. it reminds me of that eminem song where he’s rapping in an eric cartman voice, and there’s a line where he goes: “that bitch can twist like a contortionist!”

she bit her bottom and ate her own shit 🤣

it’s like, “what do you want for lunch?” “could you make me a sandwich?” “sure!”

SPLAT.

oh, my god, i cannot think of a better allegory to her fics, like seriously. between the hyper obsession with ghoulish topics to the point of not doing them right (yeah, i don’t get it either) to the juvenile humor, it fits beautifully and perfectly. i also feel like it’s foreshadowing like KARMA IS A BITCH, BABY! 😂😂😂

and that’s another thing that’s common in her fics, too, especially as of recently. she’ll omit words (which is a typo i’m often guilty of, this is getting weird) and she’ll put in a shitload of filler to pad out the word count and then shove it out the door so no one can question it.

it’s like she wants to... beat me to the punchline or something.

but guess fucking what? i have the punchline now, hahahahaha!

god, that is a terrible error, and i cannot believe no one pointed it out, either. but i also can, though, because when i make an error like that, i usually notice after the fact or when i’m editing; the fact no one’s said anything after a month confirms she’s surrounded by yes men. or at the very least, people who don’t know, or don’t care, what a con job looks like (i’ll explain that in a second).

that’s right up there with “angry balls” from twilight (with apologies to stephenie meyer, of course).

and it doesn’t really matter at this point, but it came from this:

george: “you can’t break up with me! i had hand!” AND YOU’RE GONNA NEED IT.

besides... the only taut belt I ever want to think about

is his

yeah, i’d like to see him tighten that belt of his, making that little belly poke out even more and bring more attention to his crotch 👀  swish his long beautiful hair 👀👀👀

actually, all the testament guys can tighten their belts for me any time 😏 and joey, too! he likes his belts, too. the man whom she betrayed and left behind in the dirt along with pete apparently. yeah, she threw not one, not two, but three subcultures, thrashers, grungers, and the goths, under the bus for quite literally no reason: she pretty much gave up anthrax fic after the incident with me and then her eddie vedder/grunge fic and her megadeth fic respectively in 2021, and her updates of like loving the dead since chapter 37 have been hollow and kind of boring, which tells me she’s not putting effort into them, and it’s weird because there are a few people who’ve bookmarked it saying it’s their dream peter fic. she left these fandoms, whole-ass subcultures, hanging for literally no reason other than to be petty and spiteful towards someone who stopped caring in january 2021.

what makes me different? very simple: i don’t cheat. i also genuinely like stuff.

i was thinking about this when i said it’s like she’s not even a fan of these things and she just writes because she thinks it’s what’s cool, too: she’s a grifter. she doesn’t swindle people out of their money, sure, but her behavior is parasitic enough, though.

she writes fic that appeals to a wide array of people while she keeps a straight face on (”she’ll stab you in the back with a smile on her face”, if you will) and also leeches off them under the pretense of “don’t like, don’t read”, thereby abusing fandom rules and then the very second she comes across someone who doesn’t kiss her ass or is bit of a threat to her or better yet annoys her, she turns hostile, covers her ass and gaslights everyone, and drags everyone down with her, declaring it’s “because they made do it!” lol, no. you chose to do it. i didn’t point a gun to your head and told you to ditch your fics: you did it because you have a victim complex and frankly, you suck at writing, too. there’s no money involved but you’re a grifter.

i pray for the mötley crüe fandom. really, take this from a girl who’s into alt rock and thrash and death metal, three genres that are notoriously the antitheses of glam: they don’t need the run-around like that, her building up a base only to watch her suddenly leave down the line because she can’t handle some girl being herself. instead of hitching up her bootstraps and accepting responsibility like any person with a spine and common sense, she plays the blame game and goes “look what she made me do”. who the hell does she think she is, taylor swift? (say what you want about her, but at least taylor has the decency to learn from her mistakes and has a healthy sense of self-awareness. and she’s actually a nice person, too: regina george is more charming than the green druidess) like i said, i’ve grown as a writer and a person. from the looks of it, the green druidess, formerly known as daveighmustaine, formerly known as fromthewasteland, has not one bit. the only thing that’s different is username and pettiness level.

by the way, alex likes to wear a lot of black and red (and green, oddly enough), too, so before i get called out for double standards: no, context is important.

and speaking of context, there’s also a line in this fic where nick runs his fingers down liz’s bare body to her (’scuse me) “abdomen” and she has a belly button piercing. it’s insufficient to say, but i feel like she had the hanukkah chapter of black moon open, too (fits the time frame: that was posted on the 18th and her fic on the 27th). and maybe disciples of the watch from eclipse, too, and blood & chocolate, and really anything i wrote that’s a bit sexual because i have a belly kink, specifically “little round bellies that look like they’d be fun to kiss, cuddle with, playfully poke, gently pat, tickle, admire from afar with the right fabrics and colors, and maybe fill them up until they’re very full and give them lots of gentle rubs”.

so, she not only copies from me, but she can’t even do kinks right. 

how is that possible? 

when you write kink, there’s this unspoken commitment behind it, like... you know. commit. shit or get off the pot. dude, i have written bdsm scenes where they were enjoying themselves. i wrote temperature play, and elemental play (pyrophilia and aquaphilia), and not once did i inject some painful bullshit.

and i thought we learned from 50 shades, too. there’s literally a right way to do it all and she isn’t doing it. “it makes it more believable and enjoyable!” no, it doesn’t. take this from a virgin: if you’re in pain while having sex, stop. extreme pain is not empowering or sexy: it’s quite the opposite. don’t keep going until one of you is crying and then you call the guy a fuckhead and he’s reveling in your verbal abuse. you’re treating not just him like shit, but yourself, too.

how do you people following her sleep at night knowing your precious fic writer, your “gorgeous queen”, is glorifying abuse across the board and is grifting everyone right in front of their faces, not once apologizing or being levelheaded about anything. she has shown to me, since 2020, that she cannot handle people who are different. hell, it looks like she can’t even handle fandom, period, because i have seen, time and time again, people in fandom far worse than me and i can tell she’s not okay with it. always wanting more attention, more sympathy, just like ol’ tila nguyen who preceded her by 20 years.

i’m just... i’m gonna y’all this right now.

it’s only a matter of time before she says something really problematic, and she loses control of everything. and you’re going to wish you believed me when it all first happened.

#good day #xxgreendruidessxx #fic woes #fanfic woes #text #ao3 writer #happy birthday

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.74--Episodes 19-20

I have watched through S7E20; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

I’m gonna miss having to ask spoilers to DNI. If there’s one show I wish I could watch from scratch for a second time, it’s Once Upon A Time. But the idea of not having it rattling around in my brain is also kinda sad, so I guess it’s for the best that I can’t.

—Holy sh*t this sh*t is batsh*t crazy.

—Time travel?!?!! It isn’t bad enough that we had a curse and memory loss but it also had to be time travel?

—TWO RUMPLESTILTSKINS?!?!? Woooow. One of them is the good version of Rumple who’s had character growth and one of them is the Dark One version of him who still burns down villages and says “dearie.” Honeys I am just living. Large. Two Rumples in the same place. Wow.

—I love that basically the first thing Hook did when he remembered who he was, was staring in disgust at his false hand. Icon.

—Actually, there’s technically three Rumples in the same world right now. Once again, wow.

—It’s so sad that when everyone got back their memories, Hook had to be loaded into an ambulance and Rumple was all balonely.

—I’m even less emotionally prepared for Hook dying than I am for Rumple dying. If Hook dies I will never recover. I will cry my body weight in tears and flood my neighborhood. So if a random Midwestern town goes underwater for no apparent reason in the next couple o days, y’all heard it here first.

—Those wood nymphs were pretty. I like how they went for the turquoise instead of standard green, and the red clothing was a brilliant touch. Great color palette.

—I’m now mad at fictional ancient humans and Gothel for wrecking Earth’s magic. How dare they take that from us? They made our world so boring.

—I adore Alice for choosing love over hate. She is such a beautiful little lady, and she’s so clever.

—Her little origami white rabbit in her little origami mushroom forest was cute. I’m soft for handicrafty people to begin with, and add that to bunnies being my fave animal and Wonderland being my fave book, and you get a whole lot of being soft for Alice.

—Family stakeouts are the best.

—Kudos to Rumple for doing the right thing and helping Regina try to restore Henry’s memory. He messed up, yes, but he did his best to make it right, and what’s more he actually apologized.

—I’m very glad he and Regina seem to have reached an amiability because them being shady pals together makes me happy.

—I love the friendly, companionable way Hook said “crocodile” when he got his memories back. It went from *loathing, hatred, saying it is like a curse on your very soul* to *cute, almost fond nickname*

—In case you hadn’t guessed, I’m low-key still on my CaptainCroc kick and in a little while I’m about to make it everyone’s problem. I can’t decide if I’mma wait until I watch through the show again (which is going to happen, because I’ve discovered that I can no longer live without these characters) so I can get as much detail in each season as I have for the seventh, or if I’m gonna shoot my best shot sooner. Probably should’ve started with this, but I’m building a CaptainCroc AU that’s basically just the canon story but CaptainCroc. I have like five drafted posts for it at this point, because I’m waiting to post the headcanons until I post the AU itself, and nobody asked to hear any of this right now but I’m enjoying writing the stuff.

—If you got through that last RKO outta nowhere chunk, here 🫶🙌👏 You deserve heart hands, a high five, and applause. That was a tangent and a half.

—Is Facilier really dead? I must say, I’m a little bit disappointed with how he turned out. They got the aura right; the flickering lights in his presence, the cards (though he could’ve done with a bit more slight-of-hand), and the stuff in the episode where he was introduced was really choice. But they didn’t use him soon enough. We should’ve wasted less time on Tremaine and Drizella, who turned out to be pretty meaningless anyway, and more time on him. Although I will concede that, as the guy working in the shadows, he does work well *alongside* other villains, because that kind of character doesn’t necessarily work great as a singular big bad.

—I like the casting for him tho. Facilier in the movie is interesting because he’s skinny, verging on scrawny; he’s not physically intimidating at all. Compare him to a badguy like Scar from the Lion King. Scar has green eyes, sharp claws, a devious expression, all signs that we’re not supposed to trust him, maybe even that we should fear him. Facilier is a much more neutral-looking fellow, so any sense of fear or apprehension about him comes only from the narrative. But I actually enjoy that he’s a bigger guy in this show, because a crime baron should be someone who’s intimidating through appearance alone. Especially considering it took us a long time to build up to him using magic, giving him a broader, more imposing physique worked to his advantage.

—Also, the dude’s voice is lovely.

—When he’s around people like Alice and Hook, Rumple is really gentle and I’m all here for it. When Hook asked who he was, Rumple smoothed it over without brushing it aside, because he figured the whole truth would probably make Hook more upset. He was also very good with Hook when he’d just escaped the witches and was agitated. Gentle Rumple is yet another laddie I’m soft for.

—I love the parenting in this show. I mean, bad or shaky parenting is also one of the core elements of the story, which is a good counterpoint, but the good parenting is really good. Regina is incredibly supportive of Henry. She makes it clear that his feelings are valid and that he is heard, and I must stan her for it.

—I was gonna say “if Gothel is gone, and Facilier is dead, who’s gonna be the finale villain?” but I just had the terrible, horrible, no good very bad thought that it might be Wish Realm Rumple. Worst case scenario? He kills Rumple, then dies when Alice takes the power from him as the Guardian. Watching two Rumples die in the span of two episodes might end me.

—Can we get some Storybrooke please? If I have to be incredibly sad, then I’d at least like to see the Charmings again.

—Once again, this show is giving me mega Ever After epilogue vibes. “The point, gentlemen, is that they lived.”

—My mom just proposed that the Rumple in Storybrooke will die, and then Alice will take the dagger from Rumple and he’ll become mortal, and *then* he and Belle will grow old and die together and honestly that’s pretty much a same-level sucker punch to the feels, but for different reasons. Watch us both be wrong and the real end be much worse than either of us can imagine.

#once upon a time #ouat #rumplestiltskin #the dark one #dark one Rumplestiltskin #Captain Hook #gothel #regina mills #Alice #Alice jones #Henry Mills-swan #dr. Facilier #captaincroc #storybrooke please? #martianbugsbunny reviews

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

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Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

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You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

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