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arvensimp · 1 year
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I'm so glad you wrote NSFW! Would I be able to get HC or a scenario where Arven has his first time with a female s/o? How would he be, is he nervous, does he ease her nervousness? I wanna know what he's like as a lover, I'm guessing gentle and soft but you never know lol ♥️
So! I definitely want to break this down a bit, if that's alright? I'm giving you three different kinds of first times with a female girlfriend, and i hope you'll like it that way? This definitely turned out waayyyyyy fuckin longer than intended lmfao
First Time(s)
Arven x female/fem reader
Nsfw content of course, fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal intercourse
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Arven doesn't strike one as the sort who has a fling and quits. Especially not for his first girlfriend. He's been alone for too long to find intimacy like that just to quickly throw it away.
So he has many firsts.
Sure, you've had kisses across the whole region, soft pecks on the cheeks, foreheads, hands, and mouths (he especially likes those), but getting to explore you with his hands was a very new experience.
His first time touching you intimately is actually kind of unplanned and happens in sort of a weird place. Geographically speaking.
You were back in area zero on a research request from Jacq. Arven had insisted on coming along with you as backup. While he was 100% aware that you didn't need any help looking after yourself, he still worried about his "most treasured" person being down there all alone. You don't blame him after what he's gone through, so you figure safety in numbers won't hurt.
You spend the day working on researching the paradox pokemon in the area, collecting samples to bring back to Jacq as you can, and Arven watches you in awe. Sure you were amazing the first time you'd come down here together when the professor had asked, but even then you'd needed the back up. This time though?
It was clear you were leagues and scores ahead of him, and he was so thoroughly impressed and infatuated with your ability.
That night back in one of the old research centers, which you had decently cleaned and made more or less habitable for your stay, you got cozied up together.
Arven sings your praises into your skin that night. "You were amazing out there. A real master, ya know?" He says between kisses at your throat. You're beneath him on top of plush sleeping bags above the newly cleaned cot, which was surprisingly roomy enough for the both of you.
One of his palms eases up your loose fitting sleep shirt, squeezing your breast tentatively. This part is still new ground to him, but he definitely loves it. Both the feel of its warm softness in his hand, and your reaction: a soft gasp then a grind that doesn't quite ease the ache building at your core. The way he's positioned himself above you, pinning you down, doesn't give you much to work with.
"Haha, my little treasure..." A kiss. "So cute..." Another. "You're so tough and big out there, but here?" One more. "I've got you here..." It's more loving than possessive the way he says it, diving back down to kiss and nip where your ear meets your neck.
"P-please... Arven, c-c'mon and touch me already!" You beg, legs splayed, grinding basically to the air.
He sits up as if he were shocked, and if you were paying attention you'd see how he goes red beneath his adorable curtain of hair that blocks half his face.
"Uh... R-really?"
"Mhmm!" You whine, sounding so hopelessly needy he feels like just entered some kind of video he'd watched as a teenager.
He swallows. "O-Okay... I-I've just...uh... Well..." He places a nervous palm on your inner thigh, and you move happily to his touch. "You tell me what...to, uh...to do." He clears his throat softly. "I mean. What you'd like. Okay? A-and tell me if you need me to stop."
"Mmm..." You wiggle your hips and furrow your brow, getting impatient. "I promise, just..." You hook your thumbs under the band of your sleep shorts and underwear, moving your legs around Arven so you can slip off your bottoms, then sit up so you can get your top off as well.
When you lay back down, completely exposed, your legs are now to one side of your boyfriend. "O-Okay..." He mumbles, and you're not sure if it's to himself or to you, but he starts to scoot to move between your legs, and oh...
It does feel strange to show that part of yourself to someone for the very first time. You resist the urge to childishly cover yourself with your hands as you open your legs fully to him, but damn if you don't want to hide your face with your arms.
Arven, meanwhile, seems transfixed by the sight of your core. His eyes are wide, and he's red as a tamato berry You can only handle his deafening silence for a moment before you wriggle and shift to close your legs and hide yourself. "S-sorry. This was d-"
"N-no!" Arven puts a gentle hand on your knee to stop you. "I'm sorry! I-I got...uh, distracted...y-you... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Can we keep going?"
You feel a weight you didn't know was even there lift from your shoulders. "Uh...Y-yeah..." You nod.
Arven leans down to kiss you again, focusing on your neck while the hand on your knee gently guides it back down to the cot. Once there, his hands nervously crawl up your thigh, and you can feel his fingers quake just a bit at the apex where your legs meet your center. You grind into his hand and give a small groan of anticipation to ease him on.
"Okay," He seems to answer you, pulling his face away from your neck to gauge your reactions while his trembling hand moves to cup your warmth. You hum and move your hips against him for friction, and he can't help but smile at your neediness. He's in awe at how physically hot you are, just from him touching you like this. Tentatively, he moves to slip his middle finger between your folds.
"Y-You're so wet..." He marvels at how easily it slides through. You waste no time at all, grinding against the digit, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.
When you do, you cry out your satisfaction and make quick work of continuing the motion, basically humping against his hand while he watches you, utterly dumbfounded and infatuated. He tries to catch onto your movements and rub tight circles around the engorged nub. The motion on his part makes you still as best you can so as not to mess up his ministrations and throw off your mounting orgasm.
"God, you're so needy..." He mumbles in a happily teasing way before leaning down to kiss at your jawbone. The sounds you're making, and the feel of your iron hot wetness are enough to drive him up the wall, but he can be patient. This is worth it.
When you eventually cum loudly and wetly all over his fingers, Arven doesn't know what he's brought you to; he's happy to just keep having you make stupid horny sounds while your hips buck beneath him involuntarily. He could get drunk on the sight, sound, and smell of it all. It takes your firm hand on his wrist and a breathy, whiny, "S-s-sl...slow.....please...." For him to jerk his hand away.
"A-are you alright?!" He asks, as if your winded state was an indicator that you'd been hurt. "I-I'm sorry, I got lost in...in it...a-and--"
"S'good..." You interrupt with a tired grin. "Jus'...jus'...give me...like? 10 seconds? Oversensitive..."
Arven's eyes go dinner plate-wide. "Did-...Did you? Did I?"
You nod, taking his hand and leading it back to where it had just been between your open legs. "Can you keep going? It's really good."
Arven seems to swell a bit with pride (as if he could get anymore swollen down there). "S-sure! If that's what you want! Just tell me what to do."
Already worked up, it doesn't take much to work a few more orgasms out of you in quick succession before you slow his hand with another request. "C...can you maybe...maybe uh...go inside...?" Your voice gets small as you finish the question.
"Y-yeah! Absolutely! Just. Uh..." Arven's fingers gently glide from where they'd been rubbing circles around your quaking clit, downward to you eagerly waiting entrance. You buck your hips in anticipation as his middle finger alone teases just along the edge. "...There?" And he's got to be kidding because he can see your wanton reaction and how you're grinding against his single digit, willing him to go inside and finger fuck you.
You only whine in near satisfaction. "Please..."
That seems to be enough for him because he plunges his long middle digit into you, and you cry out, arching your back and grinding your hips in a stuttery way without meaning to. Arven meanwhile seems to short circuit at this first exceedingly intimate feeling. His hand falters and you're left to grind mindlessly against him while he reboots.
"Y-You're so tight..." He says as he eventually starts picking up the pace to move his hand along with you. "S-so warm, too..." And you're not sure if he's saying it to himself or to you directly.
"H-How...how can you be this wet? Just from this?" He asks, and as he does so, he twists his wrist in a way such that his finger inside you can rub up against a deliciously sweet spot while his thumb can go back to rubbing against your clit.
Between your previous orgasms and his new ministrations, your vision goes white for a moment as you cum again almost immediately, clenching like a vice around his finger.
You sigh happily as your body relaxes back to contentedness. "That was wonderful..." You hum, eyes still closed. "Thank you, Arven..." You roll over a bit and place a hand on his still-clothed thigh. "Can I....?" You peak open an eye to look at your boyfriend, and he's sitting up ram-rod straight, a bright red blush dusting his features.
"Uh. N-no. I'm good. I need to. Uh. Go. Wash up. Be right back."
And before you can look down or question him, he's darted off to the makeshift washroom.
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From there, Arven only gets better at servicing you with his hands. The fine chef that he is though, he soon starts to want to try new things. Things with his mouth.
It starts off as one of those jokes that he makes to gauge interest.
"Wow, you're so wet like this, I bet I could just drink from you,"
And you giggled and shut your legs, embarrassed (and maybe turned on?) But not willing to admit it, so he let it go that night.
Then he casually mentioned how delicious you look down there.
"I could eat you out like a man starved. I really could."
"Arven!!!" You once again blushed and brought your knees together, but you couldn't deny how earnest he sounded saying it.
It took him finally just coming out and asking you one day as he teased you.
"Think you'll let me eat you out today? Pretty please with whipped cream and pecha berries on top?"
You're splayed out for him, stuttering and whimpering and coming down from another orgasm when he asks this time.
"Ha....a-are you sure?" You ask, feeling a bit self conscious.
"My dearest treasure," He confesses, bringing one of your hands to his mouth for a kiss. "I've wanted to taste you since I first saw how wet you made my fingers that day."
"O-oh..." You swallow. "O-Okay then..."
He kisses your temple.
"Thank you. Just tell me if you want me to stop. ...O-Or if I should do something else."
Then he scoots down to your belly button and start kissing a solid line from there to your inner thigh.
His soft hair tickles while the stubble of his shaved face scratches just a bit in a very satisfying way.
You'd already cum twice on his fingers tonight, so you know you're wet, but you aren't prepared for the soft squelching sound your pussy makes as he parts your lips with his fingers, exposing you so very intimately to him. You can't help but whimper. Your legs move of their own accord to draw closed, but with his broad shoulders in the way, they can't.
"You're beautiful..." He says with breathless awe, his head lolling to one side to rest on your thigh as he looks at your core. He pauses there for a moment that feels like a lifetime before he delves in, licking a stripe up the length of you. The heat of his mouth gives you a whole body shiver, and you choke out a gasp.
"A-Arven!"
He looks up, and even in the dim light, you can see that his chin is wet. It makes your head spin.
"Hm? Is that okay?"
Your head falls back on the pillow. "Y-Yeah... K-keep going."
He hums again, eyeing your pussy up and down before latching onto your clit with his lips and gently sucking. The fingers that were spreading you apart for him slowly sink into you, pumping in and out in a slow rhythm that has you choking out broken moans of his name.
He's relishing every sound and movement you make for him, humming his delight onto your clit, which has you nearly cumming all over again, but he pulls away too soon, and suddenly your whole pussy which had just felt so warm with all of him has gone cold.
"I wanna try one other thing. Is that okay?"
You're nearly drunk on the need to cum again at this point, so you nod your assent with fists clenched in the sheets. "Pl-please, Arven! Just let me cum for you!"
"I want it just as bad as you do, don't worry..." He says with a smile in his voice, as he lowers himself back to your cunt. This time rather than let his mouth latch onto your clit, it goes just the tiniest bit further south, allowing his tongue to probe your pussy. At this angle, his nose is also able to press delightfully against the engorged button of your clit, stimulating you in two ways at once while he drinks from you, as he'd promised, like a man starved.
You're so lost in the throes of ecstasy that you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed over the slurping sounds he makes as he tongue fucks you.
To help improve the angle though, Arven hitches your thighs over his shoulders, and as you cum, you end up squeezing his face just a bit more forcefully than you would have intended otherwise.
When you come down from the high, Arven is laughing at you, fully delighted at the fuck-drunk look on your face.
"I-I could've killed you!" You meekly retort to his laughter.
"What a helluva way to go that'd be though, right?" He says, plopping down next to you.
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For all the fooling around you two had done, you still hadn't gone all the way yet.
It wasn't really about the whole notion of protecting the sanctity of virginity or some tauroshit like that. Genuinely.
Arven was just still kinda nervous.
He likes you. Like, a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Probably loves. Maybe definitely, even.
And he knows he's good at making you feel good with his mouth and his hands. That's not a problem.
But... What if...what if he isn't good...with it?
First of all, he's felt you. Again. A lot. He knows very intimately how tight you are. What if...what if he doesn't fit? Like, he doesn't want to toot his horn (heh), he's not saying he's huge or something, but his dick is definitely thicker than his fingers. He's checked. And he really doesn't want to fuck up and hurt his favorite person.
Beyond that, even if he does fit, (which logically, yeah sure he should, but even still, the panic is kinda there), what if he can't last? Like, fuck, he came in his pants like some sad teenager back when he'd first made you cum. How embarrassing would it be to do that again?
None of this is helped by the fact that thinking about each of those things only makes the problem worse.
So, it's up to you to start the conversation.
You've got Arven at your place one evening between gigs as a champion and an intern researcher. After Arven has very thoroughly taken care of you in the bedroom and before you go to take care of him, you ask.
"Would...would you want to maybe...go all the way tonight?"
Fuck, you'd wanted to sound sexy, but that just sounded sorta hesitant.
Arven swallows, looking your naked form up and down. "I...I do. I want to, I mean... But...are you sure? A...are you ready? Are we ready?"
You sit up and take his hands in yours, making sure to look him in the eye as you speak. "I'm ready when you are. That said, there's absolutely no rush on my end. Please don't feel any sort of pressure on my behalf. We can keep going at whatever pace makes you comfortable; just know that if, and when, you want to go further, I'm on board."
Arven looks at you, then down to your joined hands for a moment.
He squeezes them.
"Okay." He nods.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Now?"
"Uh..."
"Uh...?"
"Do...do you have any condoms?"
"...Fuck." You scramble for a moment, trying to think if you ever grabbed any from the nurse's office back before you were graduated from the academy because you know you've definitely never bought a box. Even then, those things expire. "I...don't..."
"I...might have some? Hold on." Arven gets up and heads out of your bedroom, stark naked.
It takes a few minutes, but he eventually returns with a little foil packet in hand. "It's not expired either. I double checked." You can also tell he took a moment to get himself hard again, and he looks just stunning.
"Perfect! So...how should we do this?"
"Like, position?"
"Yeah."
"Um.... I wanna be able to see you."
"Me too..."
Arven thinks for a moment before deciding. "Just...lay back down, okay?"
You do as he asks, and Arven moves to hover over you on the bed, condom still in hand.
"Okay..." He seems to say half to himself as he tears open the package and takes the rubber out.
You watch him for a moment as he rolls it down his length.
"Is that something you practiced before now?" You ask on a whim, trying to be light hearted.
Arven gives you an odd look, raising an eyebrow and quirking his mouth into a half confused smirk.
"Well...y-yeah? It's important to be safe?"
"Just curious..." You say, leaning your head back. "It's not something I ever put much thought into in my experience... I'm glad you did though."
He leans down and kisses you lightly. "Of course..." He brushes a lock of hair out of your face. "Just...tell me if you need me to stop. At all. For any reason. Okay?"
You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand. "Always. And same to you, ya know? If you want to stop at any time, we absolutely can."
Arven nods then kisses you again. When he pulls away, he strokes his covered length a few times before bringing it to your folds. He grinds against you a few times, purposefully trying to gather your wetness along the rubber before it enters you. The sensation makes you both shudder.
He exhales as he lines up his cock. "A...are you ready?"
You nod.
Arven moves painfully slowly as he enters you, but he pauses halfway, groaning. "Relax, p-please... Too tight..."
"Ah, s-sorry..." You reply, releasing a shuddering breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. "B-better?"
"Mhmm..." Arven nods as he continues pushing his way in until he's fully sheathed within you, at which point he drops his head to your shoulder.
You reach up and pet the hair at the nape of his neck. He's delightfully filling, and while it stings just a bit, he really did prepare you so well for this.
"You okay?" You ask.
"I-I..." He chokes as he nods into your shoulder. "I need a second... Please d-don't move..."
"Okay," You reply, continuing your soft ministrations with his hair, twirling it gently in your fingers.
"Y-You're so good...so t-tight..." He mumbles into your shoulder after a few moments, his hips slowly pulling back from yours.
The drag feels wonderful, and you match the motion as best you can. "You feel amazing too," You whisper into his skin.
It takes very little time for Arven to start fucking you in earnest from there, and he thanks every single one of his lucky stars for the condom and the idea that it maybe dulled the sensation for him (placebo effect or otherwise) because he's pretty sure if he'd tried to go in without it he would have cum halfway through the first stroke.
Far too soon than he'd care to admit (but still a worthy effort!) he shudders and comes to a stop above you, groaning sinfully before his shaking arms give out and he collapses, sweaty and glorious on top of you.
You, for your part, are still entirely blissed out from being fucked, and are happy to scratch loving and happy circles into his back.
"Good?"
"Good..."
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"They're fucking idiots, Etho!" Bdubs had yelled for what he can only guess was the hundredth time.
Etho didn't even try to speak up, when the dryad got like this it was simply easier to stay quiet until he gave an opening.
"Like who just does that? Goes 'oh there's a big ominous portal sending messages, why don't I just go in?' and don't think it through?!" He went on.
"Tango's not well known for thinking things through." Etho managed to add.
This only earned him a glare and upset hooves stomping against the floor. "He's more of a genius than I am."
The ender hybrid tried not to scoff at his partner's words.
"And Impulse too? He's sick as a dog and just goes along with it? What was he even thinking?"
Part of him wants to be snide, play a little joke on his boyfriend, but this changes when he watches anger fall away to anxiety.
"I- just-... I've nearly lost them before, I don't wanna lose them again. Ya know?" Bdubs says with a heavy sigh before looking towards the corner where Etho stood.
Quietly, Etho opens his arms and gives a small "Come here."
Not a beat passes before Bdubs is in his arms, cuddling close to his partner's chest in a way that will let him hear the half enderian's heart.
"You know they'll come back even if it risks their life, you know how they are."
"That's what I'm nervous about, Etho." He mutters, a mix of annoyance and adoration in his tone. "Tango and Impulse, I think they'd fight tooth and nail to get back here. Even if they get hurt."
He then laughs, a small smile on his face.
"Heck, they'd probably turn it into a game or something. Take some samples or whatever of the portal and bring them back for Zedaph. They'd- they're fucking idiots and I love them so much."
"Almost makes me jealous." Etho jokes.
"Oh, shut up! You know what I mean!" Bdubs laughs even as tears roll down his cheeks.
He can't help the small trill that comes from him as he laughs, a hand rubbing Bdubs' back as the smaller tries to hold back sobs.
"I'm already missing those two. I just- I just want them back already."
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jedifighterpilot2727 · 6 months
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All Myx'd Up - Part 4
The fourth and final chapter in the 'All Myx'd Up' miniseries!
I hope you all have enjoyed this little story as much as I have, because it's safe to say that I've written more in the past few months (over all my stories), than I have in years and it's been an absolute blast! I have every intention of keeping up the writing pace, (with some attention going towards the book, of course). As always, I love to hear from you guys! Whether it's about fanfic, or fandom, or just general nerdiness!
After Kara's tearful confession, the group had effectively split up. Kara and Lena chose to stay in the med bay, Alex had taken some samples and run off to her lab, and Lexi had escaped to the computer library.
Which is how she found herself seated at a desk with two laptops, three tablets, and a paused hologram; all focused on a different aspect of research.
"You're doing the thing your mother does." Alex's voice in Lexi's ear startles her, as does the finger poking her in the middle of her forehead.
"Sorry, crinkle comes with the territory."
"Not the crinkle thing; the dark, brooding thing. Other mother."
"Well, you know, if you specified which mother, I wouldn't have to guess." Lexi counters, not bothering to disguise the bite in her voice.
"Whoa, Kiddo. I get it, your mom's acting weird and you're stressed. No need to snap at me, we're on the same team - we'll figure it out. Trust me, your mom will be back to herself in no time."
Lexi closes her eyes and forces herself to take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling her anger with the air.
"Easy for you to say, your mom didn't completely forget you existed."
"Ahhh. I see."
"I mean, I know I do a pretty good job at hiding it most of the time; but I do have abandonment issues."
"Yeah, you get that from your mother too."
"Both of them." Alex is quick to clarify as Lexi raises her eyebrow.
"Or, ya know, the fact that I got abandoned at an orphanage as a baby, that might have something to do with it."
"Hey, kiddo, we've all got issues, save it for therapy." Alex deadpans, and it has the intended effect with Lexi snorting a laugh.
They stand in silence for a few minutes before Alex speaks again.
"Do you know what exactly it is that the Black Mercy does?"
"Yeah, it like puts you in this dream state where you can't tell what's real life and what's your imagination."
"Sort of. It convinces your brain that whatever your perfect dream world is, it exists, and you're in it. So the fact that Kara thinks she's under the effects of Black Mercy right now says a lot."
Lexi puts down her tablet to give Alex her full attention.
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters; it says that, in her mind, a world with you and your mom is the greatest possible outcome in life that she can imagine."
Lexi is quiet at that, thumb tapping the tip of each of the fingers of the same hand in a silent rhythm.
"It also means that she thinks I'm the fuddy duddy who's come to ruin her fun and drag her back to the real world." Alex smiles deprecatingly. "So she may not remember you, but she remembers me as the bad guy. Arguably a worse position to be in."
"You're not the bad guy." Lexi is quick to correct her.
"No? Why does everyone always expect me to be the Debbie Downer then?"
"It's not that, it's just . . . everyone trusts you to make the right decision. Even when it sucks. Even if it kills you to do it, you'll do what needs to be done. That's why you have the Kryptonite bullets."
Alex freezes at that, eyes instantly narrowing in suspicion,
"How do you know about the Kryptonite bullets?"
Lexi shrugs.
"That's not the point, The point is that you're the only one in the entire universe that the moms would trust to have them - would trust to use them, if the time came. That's not something to take lightly -"
"I don't."
"I know you don't. And I know you don't ever want to have to use them; that it would destroy you to have to use them. But you'd still do it. That's why you're Aunt Alex. That's why I call you when there's a mouse in my apartment, and why you have Kryptonite bullets, and why practically everyone you know has you as their power of attorney if something happens to them. You'll do what needs to be done."
"I know you're trying to make me feel better, Kiddo, but you're just making me sound like a robot with no feelings."
"If you were a robot with no feelings, then no one would trust you with the things that they do. You understand the feelings, you feel the feelings, but you can separate the feelings from what needs to be done. Frankly, it's a shit gig; and I'm glad you're the one who has it and not me. But it says something about your character, you know? Not a lot of people would do what you do. It's one of the reasons you're my favorite aunt."
"I'm your only aunt, besided, I thought I was supposed to be the one making you feel better here?"
"Yeah, you were and then you had to go and make it about you." Lexi counters, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly and Alex answers with a light smack on the back of her niece's head.
"Watch it, kiddo, I'm still your elder."
"Well, you are old."
"When did you become such a smart ass?"
"Hmm, I think it all started around three and a half; about the time I started hanging around you."
Alex's only good response to that is another smack.
"Seriously though," Lexi rubs the back of her head with a laugh. "I'm glad we can at least rule out Black Mercy. Maybe we should start a list of all of the things that aren't wrong with mom."
"Not a terrible idea." Alex concedes. "Kind of like working on a diagnosis, I suppose; instead of getting disappointed by the wrong answers, we can see it as one step closer to the truth."
"So if it's not Black Mercy, what's the opposite of Black Mercy? . . . Black Death?"
"You mean. . . like the bubonic plague? I don't think your mom caught the Black Plague from that alien she fought last night. I mean, I can run some tests -" Alex reaches for her comm button but Lexi waves a hand to stop her.
"No, no, sorry; bad wording. I just mean what if there's an alien spore, but instead of sending you into a deep sleep where all of your dreams feel like they're coming true - it's your nightmares that feel real." Lexi's gaze is a hundred miles away, and Alex can practically see the wheels turning in her brain.
"I'm listening."
"Come on, we should go back to the med bay, my thoughts are all jumbled and I don't want to try and explain this twice."
Alex allows herself to be drug to one of the med bay conference rooms, where Lena is standing at the small lectern while she plays a picture slideshow on the wall.
"Ok, but why did you let me go out in public - much worse a charity gala - with my hair looking like that?" Kara is asking as they walk in.
"Well, to be fair, that look was all the rage . . . for a half a season . . . Catco even did a spread about it."
Kara's face is positively horrified.
"Sounds like the editor should be fired."
"Well, Darling, you're the editor."
Kara's nose crinkles, and she studies the picture again.
"Well, I should definitely fire myself."
"I hate to interrupt this weeks episode of the fashion police," Alex cuts in. "But baby Einstein has an idea."
Hope lights up Lena's face and she turns her attention to Lexi.
"Did you figure out what's going on?"
"Not exactly, but we figured out what's not going on."
"Alright, well, that's something I guess." Lena concedes as she takes a seat next to Kara and lets Lexi have the podium. "What's not the problem?"
"Well, we know it's not black mercy, right? Because if so, the real world would be the crappy world and the dream would be the good world. But instead, the real world is the good world and Mom was sent to some crappy world."
"I'm not following." Lena admits.
Lexi shuts down the slideshow projected on the white board and looks frantically for a dry erase marker.
"Alright, so -" Lexi finally snags a bright green marker from a bin in the corner and writes 'Black Mercy' in large letters on one side of the white board and a giant question mark on the other.
"What exactly is Black Mercy?" she posits the question to the room and Lena can't help but feel a little like she's in a college lecture, especially when Kara raises her hand.
"It's an alien plant that projects a dream of your perfect life into your dreams so that you stay under and don't want to go back to real life."
"Exactly." Lexi writes 'One good dream' under Black Mercy on the board. "So what's the opposite of a good dream?"
"A nightmare." Kara is sitting forward with folded hands and elbows on the table like an eager student or someone way too invested in a game of Pictionary.
So she basically looks like she usually does every game night.
"Right!" Lexi scrawls out 'nightmare' under the question mark. "But what's the opposite of one?"
"Uhhh, a lot?" Alex looks just confused as Lena feels.
"Exactly!" Lexi points to Kara. "And what happened to you last night?"
Kara looks to Lena and Alex for help but is met only with shrugs.
"I . . . fought an alien?"
"Yeah, but like, what do you remember happening?"
"Ummm. Well. I was upset, because Lena wasn't speaking to me."
"Because . . . " Lexi leads.
"Because I waited too long to tell her that I'm Supergirl?"
"Ok, so mom not talking to you, we'll classify that under 'nightmare' category, right?"
Kara's gaze flickers to Lena; a sad, hollowed out expression in her eyes.
"Definitely not the most fun experience."
"Then what happened?"
"Then I went back to my apartment and Mxyptlk showed up."
"Right, so I don't know a ton about this guy, but I think it's safe to say that we can file him under the 'nightmare' category too?"
"Most certainly." Lena answers for Kara this time, reaching out to grab her wife's restless fingers.
"Then what happened?" Lexi presses, and Kara's fingers tighten around Lena's, her expression growing even more sullen.
"Then he basically showed me all the different ways that I could have possibly screwed up my relationship with Lena."
"Were any of the scenarios good?"
"Ummm, no. I mean some weren't as terrible as others, but they were all pretty bad."
Lexi writes 'bad x many' on the board and turns to her moms, looking almost apologetic.
"I know it's not fun to relive, but it supports my theory, I promise."
"And what exactly is your theory?" Alex pipes up.
"Okay, so -" Lexi turns back to the board, circling and underlining as she talks.
"Black Mercy is one, really good dream. What if what we're dealing with is something that's the exact opposite of Black Mercy? Lots of really bad dreams."
"The opposite of paradise is hell." Lena mutters.
Lexi spins, pointing the marker at Lena like she's just won the game.
"Exactly! What if you fought with the alien and it released some kind of fungal spore that has the opposite effect of Black Mercy? So then you go home, everyone thinks everything is fine; but as you're sleeping, the fungus releases its toxin and causes you to enter a dream like state where you experience a series of nightmares. The fungus and the nightmares affect your prefrontal cortex to such an extent that when you finally wake up, the dreams feel like they were a reality."
"So, like the movie Inception, she can't tell what's a dream and what's not." Alex simplifies.
"Exactly!"
Lena shifts her attention to Kara, who's staring pensively at the board.
"What do you think, Darling?"
"I mean . . . it makes sense, I guess." Kara blows out a breath. "But in the movie, he had the top thing so he could spin it and always know if he was in the real universe or the dream universe. What's my top? How am I supposed to know that this is the real universe and that you guys aren't just my dream telling me it's real?"
Lexi deflates slightly, looking to her audience for help.
"Well, I didn't figure that part out. Any ideas?"
Silence falls over the group as they contemplate this new problem.
"We could ask you questions that only you from this universe would know the answer to?" Alex offers finally.
"The only problem is that I've been studying this world ever since I woke up, what if I only know the answer because I saw some sort of clue?"
Lena drums her fingers on the table, and Kara's hand almost immediately drops to her thigh and gives a reassuring squeeze.
Just like she usually did in times of stress.
As inconspicuously as possible, Lena studies her wife. Kara doesn't even seem to register the fact that she's moved to comfort Lena, her other hand fiddling with her glasses as her eyes squint at the white board. It's then Lena realizes that Kara's acted completely without thought, her body reacting to Lena instinctively.
Instincts.
Instinctive memory that's stronger than conscious memory, sometimes even filling in when the latter eludes us.
"I've got it!" she crows a little too loudly, and everyone swivels their attention to her. "Your pre-frontal cortex is confused, but it can be over ridden by your cerebellum."
Alex and Lexi nod like they've caught on but Kara still looks confused.
"It's like when you forget a key code to a door you've used for years, but if you just kind of unfocus your cerebellum takes over and lets you punch in the code by muscle memory." Lena explains.
Understanding lights in Kara's eyes.
"So my cerebellum will still remember the right universe, even if my pre-frontal cortex doesn't?"
"Exactly." Lena nods.
"Great!" Alex claps her hands, "But how do we test that?"
"Well, like you suggested, with questions that only she would know the answer to. In a rapid fire format so she can't cheat and use clues she's found today." Lena answers, already wracking her brain for questions, but Alex beats her to it.
"What's the speed trajectory that you would have to adjust to if you were flying towards the ground at 170 miles an hour in order to avoid cracking the concrete of the sidewalk?"
Kara opens her mouth to answer but Lexi interrupts.
"Nope, not a qualifying question - Mom still had super powers in the other universe, and the answer would be the same in both." Lexi pauses for a moment before posing her own question.
"When's your anniversary with Mom?"
"September 22nd." Kara answers quickly before looking guiltily at Lena. "I did see our wedding photos today though, so I don't know if I trust that as a good question."
"Even when you don't remember what universe you're from, you still remember your anniversary, way to go for making the rest of us look bad." Alex grumbles.
Kara raises her hands in a shrug, and Lena takes her turn to ask a question.
"You're at the grocery store and I call you and ask you to pick up jelly, what flavor are you getting?"
Kara's eyes start to drift, thinking of the answer and Lena snaps her fingers.
"Quick! Don't think just answer!"
"Raspberry!" Kara blurts out and the rest of the group lets out a collective sigh. "Was I right?"
"Yes." Lena eyes her cautiously. "But why raspberry?"
"Because Lexi only like raspberry or grape, and after she ate too much grape jelly and threw up after soccer practice that one time, she only eats raspberry."
Realization dawns on Kara's face and she looks to Lexi.
"You threw up, all over your soccer jersey; and no matter how many times we washed it, it always had that purple stain on the number." She looks back to Lena, eyes filling with tears.
"You remember!" Lena can barely contain her excitement, and she throws herself at Kara, sending the conference chair rolling across the rug.
"So that's it?" Kara mumbles against Lena's hair. "This is my universe?"
"This is your universe!" Lexi confirms with a grin before her nose crinkles in disgust. "I still can't eat grape jelly."
Alex laughs and begins erasing the white board, but Kara's still tense with worry.
"So all those universes where I told you my secret and you hated me or something bad happened . . . those were all just nightmares?"
"All just nightmares." Lena confirms, and Lexi nods.
"I would say we run some tests to find out what exactly caused your condition, but the way it's progressing, I'd say it's too fast acting and will probably be completely worn off before we even know what we're looking for. Right Aunt Alex?"
"Right. I imagine it was some sort of airborne contagion that came to Earth via the alien you fought but it was diluted too much to affect anyone else by the time you brought them into DEO holding. Judging by your behavior, it's already stopped directly affecting your pre-frontal cortex and you're just suffering the lingering consequences of some very realistic dreams. I'll keep an eye on you, but I'm pretty sure you're through the worst of it."
Kara finally relaxes.
"Oh thank Rao, I don't think I've ever been more relieved in my entire life."
"Me either." Lexi agrees before holding a hand to her stomach. "I have to admit though, all the jelly talk has me craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."
Alex smirks.
"Well, at least there's no question about which mother you get your appetite from."
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EP Review:
SCARING THE HOES: DLC PACK (JPEGMAFIA x Danny Brown, 2023)
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I've decided to change how I format my posts. The Eminem Show and business casual reviews have been updated with the new formatting.
Scaring The Hoes was my album of 2023. In an era where rap albums keep feeling generic, with no passion put into them, Scaring The Hoes was a much needed breath of fresh air. Yet, when the DLC pack dropped, I just...never listened to it. I kept forgetting, kept putting it off. I loved the album, and had a feeling I'd love the DLC too, but I just never got around to it. I decided to change that today, and thank god I did.
Firstly, I adore the cover art. The vape packaging, along with the "disclaimer" and the background that looks like a generic online store page are absolutely fucking hilarious, and I hate that I didn't come up with the idea myself.
I can only assume that the 4 songs on here were originally meant to be on the album tracklist, but taken off in favor of other songs, or possibly some other reason. The opener of the DLC sounds like a calmer alternative to Lean Beef Patty, and while I do like the track, I think that they made the right call choosing Lean Beef Patty as the opener instead; it represents what Scaring The Hoes is all about. Though I enjoy the song, it is the weakest on the DLC, in my opinion. The SpongeBob samples are funny though.
I love the production and beats on every song, but HERMANOS has my favorite beat by a country mile. The smooth, chill beat gives me the vibe of opulence, almost like sitting on top of the world, and Danny and Peggy both flow on it in a way that fits said feeling. However, what really takes the cake for me is the beat switch at the end of the track. Good fucking lord, the beat switch is perfect. I'm almost mad that they didn't rap on it, but it's so hard that I can't bring myself to complain about that fact.
Tell Me Where To Go has a feeling that I honestly wish was on Scaring The Hoes. It's calmer, more laid back and even a little introspective in terms of the lyrics. It's because of all these things that the track most likely was cut, seeing as how none of that stuff would have really fit on the album, but I honestly think Scaring The Hoes would have benefited from having this song on the full tracklist. I really enjoy what this track offers, though I'd need to be in a certain mood to wanna hear it.
NO! x32 definitely has a closing track vibe to it; it almost feels like the polar opposite of Where Ya Get Ya Coke From off the full album. If that song was like stopping at every red light and speeding at every green light, this song is like speeding through everything. The sample sounds similar to the one on HOE, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was a different segment of the same sample. This one is my second favorite track on the DLC, though I could do without Danny's spoken word at the end.
For being a small collection of B-sides, the DLC pack for Scaring The Hoes is a very strong offering that is a perfect companion piece to the full album, and a must-hear for anyone who enjoyed it.
Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe! - 7/10
HERMANOS - 9/10
Tell Me Where To Go - 7/10
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! - 8/10
Favorite Song: HERMANOS
EP Score: 7.8/10
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Stranger Things Demon AU, Nothin'But a Good Time
"I think I threw up a little in my mouth."
"You know for a demon from hell you're surprisingly squeamish." Eddie tossed the now empty popcorn bowl into the garbage as they exited the theater. When Chrissy gave him tickets for a movie called "The Fly" he expected a cheesy B movie. It very much was not. The whole time Eddie could feel Steve's nails digging into his arms as he tried to bury his face in Eddie's hair so he didn't have to look at the body horror on screen. "It wasn't even that bad. I mean yeah when Jeff Goldblum's face started to fall it was pretty gross. That movie was awesome."
"You actually liked that? You're sick."
"I've been told." Eddie snorted. Looking Steve over in his new outfit m, Eddie had to admit. He usually didn't like this kind of look but it suited Steve. The demon noticed him staring.
"What?"
"Nothing too just look like you belong to some fancy country club." The two making their way to the theater's exit back into the mall. "Want to grab some ice cream? There's this place called Scoops Ahoy that have awesome waffle cones."
"I guess." The demon followed Eddie close behind, glancing around the mall curiously. "Don't suppose you have any idea what you want to wish for yet, do you?"
"Nope."
"I'm beginning to think you summoned me just to have a friend."
"Hey, I have friends." Eddie protested as they entered the ice cream parlor. A girl wearing a sailor uniform stood at the register, leaning across the counter top with a bored expression on her face as Eddie waved to her. "Hey Robin!"
"Oh thank God, it's just you."
"Ugh, who else would I be?" The metal head asked watching the way Robin was eyeing the glass doors.
"It never fails around this time every day, this kid comes in. She never actually orders anything. She just asks for free samples. Of every flavor. And she stays until we're closed."
"I'm sure it's not that bad."
"You say as someone who's never been forced to work in customer service." The girl paused, just noticing Steve's presence. "Who's he?"
"I'm Steve. Eddie's friend from Canada."
God he wasn't going to let that Canada thing go, was he?
"Right. Well I'm Eddie's friend from school." She looked him over with an audible hum. "Doesn't look like your usual type Eds."
"Oh he's not-I mean we're not, he's not my boyfriend."
"Right." Robin said, clearly not believing Eddie. "What can I get ya?"
"Rocky Road on a waffle cone." Eddie turned to see Steve staring at the menu.
"The U. S. S. Butterscotch?"
"Got it." The teen grabbed two waffle cones and scooped the ice cream into them. Eddie got his wallet out to pay but she waved him off. "Nah you're good. I'll just tell my manager a certain little girl came in today."
"Thanks Rob." Eddie took the cones, giving Steve his. As they walked out she called after them.
"Have fun on your date!"
"It's not a date!" Eddie tried to protest.
"It's kind of a date." Steve added as he took a bite out of his butterscotch ice cream. "I used to do this kind of thing with girls all the time."
"But I'm not a girl and you're not my type." Eddie responded, leaning over and licking the demon's ice cream.
"Hey you have your own!" Steve shoved him away as Eddie laughed. "So, what is your type?"
"Why? You interested?"
"Only in getting you to finally decide what you want from me." Steve retorted. Eddie shrugged as they continued their stroll down the mall.
"I don't know, tall? Like taller than me. Likes metal music, can play a guitar. Doesn't dress like a candy cane member of the local polo team-"
"I feel like you're going out of your way to describe the exact opposite of me."
"And what of it?"
"Just saying, snap of my fingers and I can give you the perfect boyfriend."
"Who said it had to be a boy?" Eddie asked and Steve blanked.
"Aren't you gay?"
"I swing both ways."
"Huh." The demon sounded surprised. "Didn't know that was a thing."
Eddie stared at the demon. Seriously? He was about to ask how this dude was so oblivious to some things when someone yelled his name.
"Hey Eddie!"
"Shit." Steve was confused by the human's reaction to see a group of teens heading towards them. "Ignore them." Eddie tried to speed up but they had already caught up with them.
"Hey buddy." The blonde one wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders while the other four hung back to watch. "What a weird coincidence you happen to be here on a Saturday. Could've sworn last time you came here I told you to get lost."
"You don't own the fucking mall Jason. God, don't you have better things to do?"
"Yeah but I just wanted to remind you that this isn't a place for faggy freaks like you."
"Sure does have an open door policy for assholes." Eddie snarked. Jason raised his fist, going to hit the older boy but he was stopped short by someone grabbing him.
"Who the hell are you?" Jason glared at Steve. Surprised by how easily he was holding back Jason's wrist with one hand. "Didn't tell us you got a new boyfriend."
"Hey, how about you lay off him?" Steve growled. Jason laughed as he took his arm off of Eddie.
"Aw, whatcha gonna do? Fight me? I'd like to see you tr-" He was cut off by a fist to the face. Eddie and Jason's crew watched in shock as he fell back onto the tiled ground with a loud thump. Jason laying in a daze before sitting up. His nose was bent to the right with blood streaming out of his nostrils. "You broke my fucking nose!"
"Yeah and if you don't fuck off that's not going to be the only thing I break."
Jason glared at your both of them and for a moment Eddie was sure he was going to murder them. But instead he got up and barked at the other basketball team members.
"Next time Munson, your boyfriend's not gonna be there and I'm going to kick your ass."
"Sure thing Jason." Eddie waved sarcastically as the other young man shuffled away. Not before flipping the bird and stalking away with a confused team in tow. "Holy shit." Eddie to face Steve with a grin on his face. "You kicked Jason Carver's ass."
"Nah, I could've obliterated that asshole if I wanted to." With the way he was dressed, Eddie almost forgot this dude was an actual, literal demon.
"Damn Stevie. That's kind of hot." Eddie teased, focusing back on his now melting ice cream. He didn't notice the demon's face turning red as he said that.
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Everything had gone wrong. Everything.
His plans to spoil his boyfriend absolutely rotten had fallen out from underneath him, leaving him bummed and with nothing but a squished cake as a gift. The decorations expertly piped onto the cake were unrecognizable, as were the words. It was flat and crumbling apart, creating a mess inside the box.
The custom gift he had spent a pretty grimm om was delayed, and the creator had no idea when it would be ready.
"I tried, babe. . . I really did. I wanted t'make this a good birthday for ya, but all I can give ya is this shitty cake." He slumped in front of Yuno, eyes downcast and dull. "This wasn’t how I wanted t'show ya that I love ya, but Happy Birthday, I guess." ( mammon & yuno )
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNO 2022. ( ACCEPTING )
maybe the brothers would have been quite harsh or          even agree about putting down greed during his special day. Although it was in their nature, the exchange student can't find it in his heart in being that hard. Perhaps his demon boyfriend got caught up in another plot for taking the Grimm and not knowing when to prepare this squished cake on purpose. It's hard to tell when he had no idea...where this cake came from, only seeing its unique decorations piled onto the icing. Yuno held onto the box that revealed the contents of a ruined cake while catching some of the letters each one made. Honestly, there was no reason to be cruel and actually didn't mind having a cake that was baked like this. The human used a finger just to sample the flavoring while sighing softly though not from disappointment. That very hand soon shifted over to white locks, giving silly Greed an assuring head pat to ease a dull mood. "I'm not upset by it...really, Mammon. I'm just happy that you thought about me though maybe the person you got it from probably tricked you." A hand moved away just to settle down the ruined cake with a blush.
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"I-If you want, we can celebrate it together by heading to an amusement park. Or even eating this cake together feels like a good time for me. All that matters is you're here with me...I have the best gift of all whenever I look at you, Mammon." The truth was of Yuno's worries when he hadn't seen his boyfriend all day, only being fearful for what happened. It mattered more to the human of having him close by than some cake. At least it's edible to eat...even with the use of spoons or hands. In a way, it was somewhat fitting for Greed's nature of things unintentionally falling apart but he could still find the confidence in getting up. That's what made the male admire and adore him which is why he tried giving his lover that confidence. Arms gently wrap around the demon's waist, pressing his head against his chest to await some kind of kiss. He's too flustered just to stand on his toes when speaking once more. "I love you so much, Mammon. Please don't be upset for what happened...because having your heart makes me the luckiest human alive. It tops every birthday I've had to know you're here with me." Eyes stare up with a desperate attempt at pleading for a kiss, maybe going further throughout the evening. He simply wanted affection from his demon boyfriend for his birthday --- for every moment of his life.
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Justice & K/Da Ahri~!
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You, Justice (Helltaker), are connected to K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!] Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.
Justice (Helltaker): /starter
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Justice (Helltaker): Hiya Ahri! How's it shaking?
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: It's going well, Miss Justice! Seen Azazel or Pande?
Justice (Helltaker): The new demon and the tired bitch? Hm...*taps her foot* I haven't seen (figuratively, I mean) Azazel in a bit but when I ran into Pande, she pointed me in this direction. She actually said you wanted to see me about something?
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She smiled a bit at that, nodding. "Well, I wanted to run something by you.. you girls are only here on a trial basis, right? Why not have everyone come stay with me?" She said with a smile.
Justice (Helltaker): Justice looked confused for a moment before smirking. "Why not? I guess I can invite the rest of the bitches up and we can crash with you."
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek. "Great~! I have this mansion.. but didn't have anyone to share it with. Now I've got all of you, and Kali~!"
Justice (Helltaker): Justice chuckled at the kiss. "I can send a ring off and invite the others. Oh, and you really hooked up with Kali? 'Bout time."
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She chuckled. "I guess I owe Pande one for that." She said, her tail(s) wagging rapidly, gently leaning in and hugging Justice.
Justice (Helltaker): "Easy. Those tails are gonna clog up my sinuses, ya know?" She smirked while petting a tail...before reaching down to grope her butt.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She had a slight yelp of surprise, pressing into Justice with a warm purr. "Mh, shut. You like 'em almost as much as Aza."
Justice (Helltaker): "Maybe I like to be wrapped up in them..." She said in a lower tone. "Maybe you wouldn't mind a quickie? There's a surprise in it for you if you do..."
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She purred a bit. "With you? Of course I wouldn't." She said, wrapping her fluffy tails around the demoness, leaning up to kiss her passionately.
Justice (Helltaker): Justice returned the kiss, her breath tasting of bubblegum as she used the last of her autonomy before being trapped by the tails to remove her jacket and take off her tie.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She made out with the stronger girl passionately, letting out a loud whine as she gently rubbed against her legs.
Justice (Helltaker): Justice let out a pleased chuckle into her mouth, grinding against Ahri as she felt herself getting a bit damp downstairs. "Too much for you already, superstar?"
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She shuddered a bit. "Hush.. you get surrounded by cute demons all day and try not to be needy.
Justice (Helltaker): "If you can't handle me, I can't wait until Judgement gets her hands on ya." She tried to shimmy out of her pants without moving her arms.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She helped her out of her pants, stripping out of her white and gold outfit for once, her clothes discarded on the ground.
Justice (Helltaker): "You got some more muscle to you." With some jerky, unattractive head movements, she finally managed to tilt her shades down to give Ahri a seductive gaze...in her general direction, anyway. "You might be a match for me now..."
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She giggled a bit, smirking lightly. "How would you know? I know you can't see worth a damn." She teased, looking up at those gray eyes.
Justice (Helltaker): "Yeah but I can feel just fine." Right then, one would notice her now bare foot brushing against Ahri's stomach. "Wanna what else I can tell about you?" She stuck her tongue out.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She shuddered a bit. "What's that?" She asked with a giggle, pulling closer, her lips inches from Justice's own.
Justice (Helltaker): "Put me down lower and I'll show you." She teased before planting a kiss on the gumiho's lips.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She kissed back, gently pushing her down to the ground, her hands pinned up behind her head as her tails sway.
Justice (Helltaker): "Good girl. Now why don't you take a seat?" She said with a grin.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She whined a bit, but nodded, taking a seat above her lap, biting her lip.
Justice (Helltaker): "Not there, stupid!" She laughed. "On my face! You wanted to feel my tongue, right?"
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: "Shut up, I-" she turned red, huffing, moving to straddle Justice's cute face.
Justice (Helltaker): With that, Justice got to work. Dragging her tongue through the gumiho's folds and using her tip to play with her clit.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She whined and moaned cutely, panting as her body shakes a bit already, grinding down hard onto her tongue.
Justice (Helltaker): As Justice kept licking, Ahri could feel someone tapping on her shoulder. She could also smell some cigarette smoke...
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She shuddered a bit, almost immediately knowing who as she let out a small whine. "Zdrada?" She asked quietly, continuing to push and grind against Justice's tongue.
Justice (Helltaker): She could find Zdrada smugly smiling down at her...along with a blushing, scowling Malina and the familiar trio of Cerebus who were hold their mouths in wonder. "We interrupting?" Zdrada snarked as she looked at the two with clear interest.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: "Blame her." She teased, forcing her finger to point down at Justice. She giggled watching the three dogs be shocked, purring a bit.
Justice (Helltaker): "Mind if we help out?" Zdrada smirked, lifting her own skirt to reveal a bare pussy. "So gross..." Malina said while watching, not exactly thrilled with watching her sister perving...even if she couldn't look away.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She didn't hesitate to help out Zdrada, kissing and lapping at her snatch without hesitation.
Justice (Helltaker): Zdrada grinned as she felt Ahri's tongue on her pussy, Malina watching in disbelief. "Don't just stand there!" Zdrada barked at her sister. "Help her out!" "Since when do I take orders from you?!" She protested before kneeling down and sucking on one of Ahri's exposed nipples. Meanwhile, Cerebus helped each other undress, already getting ready for their part.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She whined loudly, shuddering as she kept pushing her tongue in and out of zdrada's clit, shuddering and whining as she felt Justice eat her out at the same time, not to mention the way Malina kissed her nipples.
Justice (Helltaker): Zdrada chuckled darkly as she moistened on the gumiho's tongue. Malina blushed as she sucked on Ahri's nipple while Justice kept enjoying her meal, fully aware that the others had arrived. Then Cerebus came over to assist! One went to suck on Ahri's other nipple, another helped Ahri lick Zdrada's pussy while the last one made out with Zdrada, both disgusted and turned on by how her breath tasted like tobacco.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: At this point it was an orgy, the fox woman shuddering as she climaxed sharply and suddenly, overwhelmed by the lewdness and pleasure of it all, her eyes closing as she whined and whimpered, stealing Cerberus into a kiss.
Justice (Helltaker): The Cerebus eagerly returned the kiss...before suddenly topping Ahri, sloppily frenching her as the other Cerebus stopped moving, a crazed grin coming across their faces... "Uh-oh..." Malina said as the other demons looked on. "What?" Justice asked, sitting up and wiping her mouth. "It's happening again..." Zdrada sighed as she saw the other two fumble and grope Ahri.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: And ahri went down like a sack of potatoes, the three helldogs atop her, as she tried to pleasure all three, kissing the middle of the three, then fingering the left and right one passionately.
Justice (Helltaker): Now in overload, one Cerebus kept frenching her as the others removed themselves from their fingers. One lapped hyperactively at her pussy while the other spread her cheeks to dig in at her asshole.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: Ahri was matching their pace perfectly, kissing the middle dog lovingly as she whined and panted happily, shuddering at all the pleasure as hearts formed in her eyes.
Justice (Helltaker): Eventually, the middle one climbed on her face and shoved her pussy at Ahri's mouth. "Taste inferno, slut!" She laughed as she felt the gumiho's tongue on her snatch.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She didn't hesitate to eat out the red hot wolf girl, her tongue cool in comparison as she ate her out, shuddering and moaning into her snatch lewdly.
Justice (Helltaker): Eventually, she moved off for the other two to start grinding against her from both sides. "BEAR OUR PUPS!" They screamed as they kept rubbing against her. The middle one moved behind the one on Ahri's front to make out with herself while groping her "other" chest.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: She whined, shuddering as she kept worshipping the three dominant wolf girls, likely going to be spent after they were all done.
Justice (Helltaker): The rutting continued in front of the demons until all three howled, cumming against Ahri and each other. They happily sighed as they snuggled up against her.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: A tail wrapped around each of the three dogs, sighing lightly as she blinked lightly, looking at the amassment of demons. "I can't feel my legs." She said with a nervous giggle.
Justice (Helltaker): The other three demons looked down at her. Zdrada smirking, Malina sneering and Justice smiling. "Modeus not here?" Justice asked. "She said she had to work "overtime", whatever the hell that means..." Zdara explained. "Looks like we gotta get these idiots home then..." groaned Malina.
K/Da Ahri~! [F, Popstarlet~!]: "Hey- Okay, fine." She said, admitting that she was an idiot. She pet the three puppy girls gently, smiling up at Malina, Justice and Zdrada. "I love you girls.."
Justice (Helltaker): The Cerebus showered her with kisses as Justice chuckled. "We love you too!" She said cheerfully. "Idiot..." Zdara and Malina snarked in different tones.
Justice (Helltaker): (See you tomorrow!)
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Hey what if I wrote something about a universe that’s like an opposite earth-3, but instead of just being regular Justice League it’s Twice Corrupted™ and Werid™ like it was made by someone who doesn’t know anything about the Justice League but really it was made by someone who barely knows anything about the Crime Syndicate?
I accidentally made a really weird AU for fun and I can’t stop laughing all this nonsense and I wanna share, but only if it’s gonna be appreciated enough to justify the effort
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marjansmarwani · 4 years
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(Before Covid) Did you like your job? I am seriously considering becoming a teacher because of ~reasons~ but I was a little skeptical about it just because of some things I've been told from teacher friends. So, I guess I'm asking, in your experience, does the good outweigh the bad? (You can completely ignore this if ya don't want to answer it) :)
I do like my job. It’s hard to really give a definitive answer on whether or not it’s a good choice for a career though because your teacher friends are right - there is a lot of bad. I have extensive experience with the bad. There have been days that I have made me consider quitting (I have written and deleted more resignation letters than I care to admit). But there have been more days where I was happy with the choice I’ve made, days where my students have made me laugh or finally get something they’ve been struggling with. Where they say or do something so sweet that I get emotional. Even in the deepest part of the bad, there was good. 
I have been teaching for almost 5 years now and have taught every secondary grade (7-12) in multiple schools and school settings. So I have a pretty wide sample set when I say that overall, the good does out weigh the bad. I love my students and that’s where my motivation comes from. To have them just leave last year when covid hit was probably the hardest thing. I never got a chance to really ever talk to most of them again and that kills me. There is a lot of bureaucracy and hoops to jump through and unpleasant people involved that you have to deal with. Sometimes I think doing something else would be easier, but really I don’t think I would be as happy doing anything else. 
I have a lot of thoughts on this and had a lot more written that I cut out because some of it was too personal to just post, and because no one needs to have me rambling that much on their dash. If you are considering it and would like to talk more I’d be happy to talk with you about it! Feel free to send me an ask off anon and I can respond privately. 
One last thought for you to consider before I end this rambling mess: what is the reason you want to do it? Because why you teach is what gets you through the hard stuff and if that reason is important enough to you, you’ll make it through. 
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