#420 squeals

[420technoblazeit]

Well c!Tommy might make points for mental stuff like PTSD if that's a category

diversity win! my blorbo has copious amoutns of trauma!

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #tommyinnit #420 squeals

[pascals-doll]

SO HIGH

ellie williams x reader

ೀ HAPPY 420 TO EVERYONE WHO BE SMOKING WEED ✨ STAY HIGH STAY SAFE 💚 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 800 FOLLOWERS 🥹! I WANNA SEND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL A LOVE LETTER <33

ೀ ‘Clarisè’ is an oc, i envision her to resemble Taylor russell ! i need dealer!ellie BAD. NOW.

ೀ description: late 2010s AU! SMUT SMUT! HIGH SEX HIGH SEX 🥴, MUTUAL PINING, slight mention of drinking, mutual teasing!, (mean) dealer!ellie, pierced!ellie, stuckup!reader, reader has an attitude (brattyish), mean!ellie, dom!ellie sub!reader, strap on sex (r rec), strapsucking (e rec), face fucking (r rev) , hair pulling, cowgirl!sex, strap-packing, ellies strap is referenced as her cock, smoking while head (😇), bare use of y/n(___), use of (babydoll, princess, and gorgeous ) praise kink!

april 20th AKA 4/20—every stoner’s favorite holiday.

in celebration of the remarkable holiday—throw the dankest party of all summer!—is what your bestfriend says, of course.

your best friend Clarisè, who you grew up with, was very wealthy to say the least. her parents owned a couple international hotels which led to their long business flights, so everytime Clarisè was left alone in her mediterranean lifestyle mansion.

she would fill it to the brim with the your area code.

you were always there for her though since you were little girls, it wasn’t hard to pick up on how lonely she would feel as got older. even if she filled the house with strangers the second her parents packed some suitcases—you were always there. some form of family was atleast always there for her.

“so who exactly is coming?” you ask, sucking on a lolliepop as you laid on your best friend’s ginormous bed as she walked around in her walk-in closet. the size of her room was the size of your entire home.

“our friends—oh, and im gonna try to get at Abby tonight! what should i wear!?” she says nonchalantly as her fingers skimmed through one of the many racks of clothing.

“girl, half of the block is not our friends—i mean like who we know and she always breaks her neck when you wear red.” you state, pointing with your lolli to the red corset top Clarisè was holding in her left.

she giggles out before throwing off her crop-top to try on the corset “Jess, Deens, Bella—oh!, and i invited my dealer!, of course.” she meets your eyes through her mirror that took up half of her wall before continuing, “shes prett-ayy hot and single” Clarisè eyes wiggle around insinuatingly.

you couldnt help the scoff that left your lips before rolling your eyes “is she 45 years old?—bringing a ganja cake or something?” you joke out, ignoring the fact that your best friend has been trying to find you a hookup to ‘loosen you up’ as she quotes. Clarisè rolls your eyes at your antics to ignore her.

“its 420 baby, she the dealer—and she is not 45 years old!now come on, time to get dolled up!” were the last words she uttered before grabbing your hand and kidnapping you into the lost colorful fashion world that was her closet.

it was 8 pm by the time Jesse, Dina, and a few random people made their way through your best friend’s tall front doors leading into her huge entryway which greeted you automatically with her grand beige marbled staircase that lead you to the floors above; before you made your way down.

you checked yourself out once more in Clarisé’s bedroom mirror before you had to head down to greet the incoming guests. your makeup was light, eccentricating all your best natural features. you did a small and slown 360, a whistle coming from inside the room blows through the room and snapping your head towards the direction.

It was Jesse and Dina walking into the wide bedroom. “you guys made it!” you squeal out, engulfing your close friends into a group hug.

“look at you, sexy ass!” Dina twirls you around as she continued to compliment.

your hair flowed down perfectly, big silver diamond hoops poking through to be completed by the daintiest layered necklaces, your curves hugged your low-rise denim shorts perfectly, and along with your pink velvet bikini that teased through your small black zip-up to go along wih your chunky black beach sandals.

needless to say, you were the perfect resemblance to ‘2000s beach bombshell’.

“let’s go, lesbian and bisexual!, other lesbian is waiting for us!” Jesse exclaims, before holding out his hands in a ‘your way, m’lady’ gesture.

you and Dina just side-eye each other before scoffing, walking past Jesse as your shoulder bumped his hand out the way.

“fuckin’ dork,” you chuckled as you all exited Clarisé’s room; shutting the door behind you.

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you all made your way down the grand staircase, taking in the view of group after group making their way through your best friend’s mansion. within the next two hours, you were sure this place would be full to the brim with faded—and soon-to-be crossfaded guests. Clarisé was quite a bit preoccupied greeting all the guests as you approached right next to her.

“there you are! Ellie should be here soon!” Clarisè cheers, a long rolled lit joint already slimmed through her two fingers as she wrapped one of her around your neck.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“my dealer, bitch!—oh my god, tell me i am dreaming.” your bestfriend almost choked out, you looked around the group of people shuffling through the front door and spotted exactly what had Clarisè panties all twisted up.

Abby Anderson, quite literally the finest girl—shit, everybody said it.

“oh babe, you are not dreaming—check-up time!” you twirl her around, quickly fluffing up her thick curls and complimenting her. you spin her around, giving her the smallest push before taking the joint from her fingers; making it yours.

“go get’er, girl!” Dina exclaims from behind the both of you, you all turn around to get lost into the gloom of haze coming from the deep crowd.

you held the joint between your lips, puffing on it as your hands were interlocked with Jesse and Dina.

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you made your way through the crowd of people. you walked through the open entryway to her huge backyard t’ill you spotted Clarisè parents outdoor bar with the infamous selection of unlocked liquor.

you approached the series of circular two- and four-top tables topped with back-painted glass run along this wall, complimented with a variety of an array of different liquors while seven simple rustic barstools line up along the underlit bar.

the cobblestone walls was complimented with rustic wooden cabinets with glass-cabinet doors that held different sizes of shot glasses and cocktail cups.

the large grill and makeshift outdoor kitchen took the spot right next to the bar, soon enough, the bar started buzzing with conversations and laughter.

you guys didn’t waste anytime as he pulled out a LooseLeaf while Dina pulled out a mini jar from her purse, stenching your nostrils with the odor of marijuana immediately.

“shit, your whole bag wreekin’!” you giggle out before going to begin to look around on the few small cabanas that were spread around her extensive backyard—to someone who didn’t know the place, they could get lost outside within seconds.

i left my tray around here somewhere…

you thought to yourself as you peeked through a couple of the cabanas. you were concentrated on trying to find something to roll with; not paying attention to Clarisè approaching behind you.

your focus was pulled from the empty small make-shift beddings, whipping your head around.

your bestfriend Clarisè approached with someone right next to her—this someone was a woman—perhaps, a really mesmerizing woman in such a menacing manner.

you couldn’t help your eyes but drop to take in her exterior.

your eyes checked out the lean, yet muscular hazel haired woman. she had a slight wolf-cut at the front of her medium length hair, a sliver baring through her eyebrow, poking and peeking through one of her loose hairs; teasing you slightly with it. the woman’s eyes were a mix of piercing green and ombré the lightest shade of brown.

she had on jeans that hugged her waist perfectly as the waistband of her Calvin’s; ruffled up slightly. you notice the way her jeans bagged, yet hugged all the perfect areas, eyes examining the slight bulge, protruding slightly through the zipper of her jeans; becoming more’n’more prominent with your longing focus. you eyes scan the way her plain black t-shirt roughed up under her angel blue flannel.

she had the sleeves pushed up messily, one sleeve slightly higher than the other. the arm that was slightly more exposed was her tatted one. probably to show off that sexy ass tattoo.

you watched the way her veins protruded the tiniest bit through her feeble tone, your eyes following to the the blunt that shimmed through her middle and pointer.

you gulped, feeling your mouth run dry as each of your steps inched you closer to the duo; her face becoming clearer under the string of dimmed fairy lights that ran across the matching-extensive backyard fence.

you could see small specks run along the bridge of her cheeks and nose, highlighting her features, bringing our her eyes, watching how her thick-though-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly—fuck she caught you staring.

you had to blink your focus back to you, not even realizing the accidental trance of whatever this woman oozed of.

“bitch, this is Ellie!—my plug!” Clarisè drunk voice rang through your ears. you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening.

you had been joking earlier, but where did Clarisè achieve this fine ass plug from ?

you quickly tried to think of something to say, wiping your dumbfounded expression off your face—if it hadn’t already been a dead giveaway.

“so, you’re the one who supplies our weed?”

“the one and only.” Ellie avowed, a smirk tugging her lip before bringing the bright-rosebud rolled cigarillo to her lips.

cocky, much? you thought.

“hm, yeah it’s cool or whateva’!” you smile out, cocking your head to the side as you watched Ellie take her to turn to drop her eyes; puffing profusely before ghost-inhaling her hit like a professional.

you watched Ellie’s brows rise, thought-provoking before letting out mock-like laugh. she doesn’t say anything, just steps up to you, handing you the blunt as the cloud of smoke she exhaled blew into your face.

Clarisé watched with a sloppy smile, strutting over to you and leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

“don’t let weed be the only thing you blow, tonight.” you watched as her face gave you the most devious smirk of century before walking away.

you bring the blunt to your lips, puffing it lightly, but not shyly to hide the bewitched expression on your face.

she could not be serious—but she was, 100%.

“‘wanna buy a 3.5?” your thoughts were cut-off as you continued to puff, almost ignoring the woman infront of you momentarily.

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, closed palm as you held the blunt before passing it back to her.

Ellie found your laugh amusing, adorable at most; your laugh echoing through her ears.“what’s so funny!? atta’ party thrown by the richest family in Jackson—In the secluded, wooded hills?—gotta’ make some cash.”

“right…ill take you up on a tray offer, though”

“hmph, your lucky day, princess.” Ellie divulged finally.

she walked over to the cabana infront of her, picking up her white tote that had The Smiths album cover ‘The Queen Is Dead’ art designed all over the front.

“oh!, i see ____ brought a lil’ friend!” Jesse stokes out, you can always count on Jesse to tease the fuck out of you 24/7.

you approached your friend, shaking your head “meet our plug, y’all” you hold you hands out towards Ellie, doing an overdramatic gesture with a completely straight face.

Jesse and Dina began to conversate with her as Dina checked her out—girl, me too.

“i lost my rolling tray—” you began to grumble in thought, being cut off before you finished your sentence.

“so, plug to the rescue!” Ellie playfully nudged your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes as you began to crush up the weed percisely with your fingertips.

“how old are you?, ms. dealer—i also thought you were male.” Dina questions Ellie before mentioning causing you to let out a laugh at her bluntness.

“i said you were forty-five earlier, my bad.” you giggle into the conversation.

Ellie couldn’t help but whip her head around with an obvious stun expression, hazed eyes widden the slightest.

Dina couldn’t help but let out a holler of laughter, causing the both of you to be lost into a fit of shared laughter as Jesse and Ellie shoot each other a side-eye. they definitely knew they was new homies.

“I’m twenty-one, actually—and yeah, i get that alot.” Ellie finally answered, scoffing a bit.

“the forty-five part or you being a man?”

“me being a man, smartass” Ellie eyes you, smirking causing you to throw her an amused look.

you bring the rolled up cigar leaf that carried the beautiful green essence; sealing it with your spit-lathered tongue, leaving a long swipe along one side before using your two fingers to pinch it sealed.

you could feel eyes burning into your face the entire time.

ellie watched the way your mouth got work skillfully.

she would be lying if she didn’t find you to be the hottest woman—ever, right now.

Ellie’s mind wondering what else you could do with that mouth.

“done! let’s light her up!” you cheer, after your final tweaks off the blunt. you pass it to Jesse to light as he placed it in between his lips. ellie pratically tweared her eyes away from your glowing side-profile, distracting her gaze.

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you weren’t sure what time it is and how many drinks in you were. you couldn’t be many in as you could still walk consciously.

but, definitely drunk enough to be dancing ontop of a pool table right now with Clarisè.

♫ And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'

(Six in the mornin', six in the mornin') ♫

your hips swayed perfectly in rhythmic motion to the 90s G-funk beat as Snoop Dogg’s ‘Gin & Juice’ boomed through Clarisè parent’s home surround sound system.

you held each other’s arms in the arm as each of you had a joint of your own while you danced. you had your eyes closed as your crossfaded body felt like it could almost become the music with each swift gyrate of your hips.

it was way past 3 in the morning and everybody seem to be alive as you opened your eyes to scan through the wide halls, living space that caved into each huge room that was only divided by a thick regal pillar.

as your eyes scanned the room, following onto Abby; whose gaze was stuck onto your bestfriend. you immediately pull your bestfriend closer. “look to your right slowly, i think this is all you, babe!” you whisper-shout over the music before carefully coming down from the pool table.

once you got down, you strutted over to the bar. your arms splaying down onto the bar counter-top as you asked the bartender for some water, before puffing on the joint still in-hand. you hopped onto one of the bar-stools, your water in your free hand—in less than a second, drinking it slowly; feeling it refreshen your body.

you pratically chugged halfway of your tall glass of water, setting it down onto the countertop.

“for such a party girl, y’was actin’ pretty shy earlier, doll.” a familiar tone pulled your attention.

you turned your head to see Ellie stepping closer, then infront of the barstool next to you, so she was meer feet away from you. it was hard to ignoring her slight southern luring voice.

“i can’t possibly know what you are talking about.” your lashes batted as you claimed, taking another drag at your joint. even with the pugent smoke flowing off, you could smell her tenuous perfume.

it was a rich musky honey scent, an undertone of fresh eucalyptus to balance out the mixture stench of weed. your nostrils were engulfed in the pragmatic and sensual smell that fell off her aroma.

“don’t play dumb, doll.” Ellie tuts out teasingly, the nickname slowly reeling out an ignited excitement out of you as you exhaled.

“wow, you are soo sweet.” your dead-tone was a sarcastic giveaway. you couldn’t help but snicker at your own thoughts.

wonder how easy it is to challenge her…

you watched the way her lips pursed and let out a light sly whistle fall from her mouth. “i caught you checking me out earlier.” she states, leaning her elbow onto the bar countertop.

although your eyes squint slightly, you felt the rush of heat flush your cheeks. you turn your stool, signaling you were ready to hop-off and walk away.

“plenty of women at this party, why don’t you go and—” you were cut off abruptly.

suddenly, a drunk practically rammed themselves into Ellie’s back causing her to push forward forcefully causing a chain response; you felt ellie’s body shove into you.

your body recoiled back harshly against and into the countertop in response, your cold water spilling all over your shorts, seeping into the closed crevice between both your thighs as you were still seated onto the bar stool. a shriek was let out as you jump up from the stool, looking down at your now-completely soaked shorts.

there was slight droplets dripping down from the exposed skin of your stomach, leaking into your panties—fuck my life—you grumbled internally.

Ellie looked over, seeing you furthermore irritated by your now soaked clothing. Ellie’s eyebrows tighten and twisted together, whipping her head head over at the drunk fool who caused her to bump into you—practically embarrass her.

your attention was pulled from your personal wet dismay, hearing ellie’s voice challenge the man. “get the fuck outta here, fuckin’ sleeze—can’t handle y’liquor!” giving him a well-off push.

Ellie was quick to grab you hand, softly pulling you closer—you were just as quick to retract it, your irritation feeding into you more before angrily making your way towards another dark hallway; only illuminated by different flashing LED lights.

your hips sway in an angry strut. Ellie hot on your heels, following where you were headed.

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you heard light-tappy foot-steps following close behind you as you made your way up the grand staircase. you needed to head to Clarisè’s room to change since you had water trickling down your leg basically the entire way through.

“c’mon gorgeous, that is not my fault—y’know it!”

you heard Ellie finally call out as you reached the top of the staircase. you just let out a huff as you turned down into the empty upstairs hallway, illuminated by dim lighting coming from the regal wall lights scattered around.

“alrigh’alright—i’ll stop the teasing names, can i atleast help you out?” she calls out again, following you down the hallway that had multiple doors leading to different rooms.

“i don’t need help changing.” you avowed.

“can i atleast smoke you out?” Ellie continued to try to convince.

you pondered—the joint did get crushed within seconds and it wasn’t even a roach— you thought to yourself before continuing—were you ever really the type to turn down a free smoke sesh?—the answer is no.

“fine whatever, just stay here.” you obliged, rolling your eyes before opening the door that led into Clarisè’s bedroom door.

when you stepped inside, you quickly went opened the fancy two-doors that lead to her walk-in, hunting for a new pair panties. Clarisè practically had her own personal Victoria Secret, she wasn’t going to miss a pair.

you threw some around, trying to find one to more of your liking.

‘so many fucking thongs, Jesus.’ you thought to yourself.

you chose to settle on this lacy thong, sliding it on as you already disregarded the soaked pair, grabbing a dark denim mini skirt to replace your shorts. once you were done, you turn around, walking out of the walk-in closet.

you were immediately greeted by Ellie, just sitting on Clarisè’s bed waiting with joint in hand; ready to be sparked.

“i thought i told you to wait outside.” you take a couple steps forward as your voice implied.

“this is outside.” what a smartass, jesus. you thought.

“i mean’t the room?” your question, not so much a question.

“chill-out!, scared i was peepin’?” she smirks out.

“the closet door was closed.” you rolled your eyes, tilting your head knowingly.

“not all the way—cute mini skirt though, princess.” Ellie tone was teasing and sweetly antagonizing.

“are you gonna smoke me out or what?” you tutted, popping your hip-out with an attitude.

Ellie didn’t say anything, she just scanned you up and down as her lighter flicked a flame.

“Wait! not here—Anderson and her probably gonna end the night in here.” your face grimaces into slight disgust, not even wanting to be in the room a moment longer. Ellie watches the way your face contorted, immediately jumping off of the bed.

you let out a fit of giggles as you began to walk towards the front door—shut up, tis’not that funny—mumbled Ellie as she followed your direction.

you didn’t wander back out into the wide white marblized hallway too far, not a few doors down.

you opened the guest room that you knew had a couple of your things inside for when you didn’t want to stay at your place. you would say, it was pretty big for a guest room, it even had a mini bathroom.

Ellie looked around as you quickly hopped onto the bed, exhausting a sigh.

“she said she knew a spot, i guess…”

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“how much money you make s’far, hm?” you question, puffing on the lit joint as your back cushioned itself comfortably behind the mound of pillows behind you on the bed.

“interested in the hustle, princess?”

“says, the dealer flirting with me…”

“tou-chee, you really are stuck-up.”

“excuse me?” you couldn’t stop the way your head almosr broke—that definitely got her a reaction out of you.

“Clarisè was right, your stuck-up.” she leans in closer.

you were both sat on the bed. Ellie sat down criss-cross while you laid on your side with your body completely together, legs closed together and folded to a side. the position you were laying in made your view of Ellie seem smaller than; unlike before.

the tension in the air was thick and vehement, only thing visible in the room was the passed around the sharp odor of weed.

you could hear the loud blaring music bleeding in through the walls, muffling the play of the song but still loud enough to feel the physical sonic boom from the speakers below.

your body had felt like it was floating due to the mixture of alcohol and weed, unsure how many different terpenes had mixed into the dopamine system of your mind. you felt the high from the Devil’s Lettuce intruding your body, enthralling it completely under a foggy inner-feeling, hazing your eyes low, and making your body tingle, and float.

the room being completely silent except for the muffled play of lyrics that couldn’t help but hum the beat to.

“cat, got’ya tongue?” Ellie slurrs out, her eyes demeaning into something, lulling you.

fucking Clarisè….

“shut up— you deal weed for a living, pass me that.” you hold your hand out, inches away from Ellie’s chest.

she leaned away, her eyes, now, completely demeaned into an anger-like glow. oh, she did not like that.

“im tired of that fuckin’ stuck up attitude, already—maybe y’little friends can put up with it—not me,” she began, her words spitting out at you from a close distance.

you chuckled, just putting your head down onto the mattress on the bed, looking up and batting your eyes—Clarisè’s words from earlier. ‘dont let weed be the only thing you blow.’ ringing through your mind.

you were just fuel to her fire.

“when was the last time you got fucked, hm princess?” she leaned in, completely closing the space between you two; only leaving nothing but an inch of separation.

Ellie leaned up, making herself tower over you as you continued to lay down, along with your head as your eyes widen. Ellie’s left hand was placed against her stomach, maneuvering down till it reached the crotch of her denim pants.

your eyes dropped in sync with her hand, swallowing hard when she grasps her crotch, grasping the very thing that bulged through.

you wish you could say you didn’t need anything, you didn’t want it; but the way your salivates betrayed you completely.

“definitely won’t be you.” you sat up finally, looking up at her, the leveling between the two of you had your face locking with her crotch.

“you need something to shut that fuckin’ mouth, babydoll.”

“how would you shut me up, hmph?” you knew exactly how.

Doja Cat’s ‘So High’ was playing. you swore the music got louder as your senses felt vertex as the entire situation unraveled.

Ellie dug into her back pocket, pulling out another black tube that carried a joint inside; pulling out the joint, placing it in between her lips before throwing the tube across the room.

she didn’t say anything, the only sound in the silent room being the song flowing through the walls clashing the flick of her lighter.

it was all too quick. her haste movements had her joint burning a bright red rose as her hand unzipped the zip of her pants with ease, already unbuttoned, her hands working their way as her blue boxers exposed.

♫ You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high

You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high ♫

you couldn’t play off a sly reaction once you seen how much she was packin’. the way her strapped on cock springed up and tall, the tip of her cock springing inches in front of your lips.

you couldn’t silence the harsh gulp as you scanned her menacing aura; completely overwhelming you senses, making you vulnerable.

she puffed on her joint lazily, “don’t get shy now, babydoll.”

you didn’t seem to care for the cocky attitude that irked every bit of you—all that, now, thrown out the door.

you just wanted her cock in your mouth.

you batted your eyes nicely, teasing and slowly inching your mouth closer and closer before finally wrapping your lips around the hard silicone tip. you swirled your tongue around as you watched the way Ellie exhaled after each drag.

she watched you intensively, her eyes never leaving yours as your mouth hollowed and worked it’s way down her length; head bobbing as your mouth fits half of her, slightly gagging as her tip brushed against the back of your throat.

“look at you, s’fuckin’ gorgeous.” she praises, the hand that didn’t hold the joint going to thread through your hair.

the praise fluttered straight into your arousal. you hummed around her cock, taking your hand to pump her as you continued to bob your head on her thickish length.

Ellie let out a moan like she could feel it, leaning her head back as her mouth slowly fell agape as one hand continued to have the joint slimmed in between her fingers.

your eyes gleamed into her, never shying away as the hand that thredded through began to guide your head up and down her cock.

♫ You got me so turnt up, this dude gotta be so high

Weed always on my mind, now he always on my mind Doja, know you want some of this purr

You ain't gotta say a word, just spark that, let's get burnt, uh ♫

“ya’can throat it baby, know you can.” the lewd praises spewled from Ellie, picking up on how each little underlined worship ignited your own spewl of hums and moans around her cock.

you didn’t hesitate to let Ellie fulfill your mouth to the brim, nose tapping against the fabric of her denim. you took her in t’ill you felt her tip kiss your throat, gagging slightly as you drool all over her base as slight tears form in your eyes.

“see how good you are when you aren’t running your fucking mouth?” Ellie asks coyly, cocking her head as her tongue swiped over the bottom of her lip before dragging the joint.

you were at her complete mercy now, no care in the world besides the one pulsing in between your legs right now.

you felt Ellie’s hand guide your head back, lips retracting throughout her base as she made you look at her. Ellie’s silicone cock was covered in your drool as slight saliva trickled down your chin.

“is this okay?” Ellie’s eyes had softened for a moment, searching them to see if there was an unwary feeling. you couldn’t help but smile—through her cocky, tough exterior, she was a softie.

you leaned up completely, on your knees as you pushed Ellie back onto the bed; her back laying and head hitting the fluff of pillows.

you hauled your leg over her hip, straddling her so you were ontop of her. you leaned down to connect your lips with hers, the feeling of her plush lips clouding yours.

♫ Blow, weed, coke, pop X

Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest

When you put it on me, you relieve my stress

You got me so high, takin' deep, deep breaths ♫

your lips moved in sync as your kisses were haste but not sloppy, yet. Ellie followed your rhythm before letting her lips travel and pepper down kisses on your chin to your neck.

“you ready t’ride, princess?” you felt her breath fan against your cheeks as you both heaved softly from each other’s shared liplocking.

you leaned into her, chest to chest as you felt her thickish silicone length brush against your crying clit and pressuring through your panties.

you wiggled your ass with a smirk on your face that, Ellie, only matched. you soon felt the way she grabbed her cock to tease you with it.

you felt the way her tip gathered the natural lather of your hole with your creamed juices as she toyed with your clit causing a string of whimpers to leave your lips as you squirmed against her; tits pressed up against your tight bikini top into Ellie’s lean and muscular chest.

“just fuck me already!” you cry out frustrated as you felt the arm that used to hold the joint snake around your waist, holding you tightly against her.

“jus’cause youre such a good girl,”

just like that, you felt Ellie thrusting into your soaked cunt, pulling your thong to the side and aligning herself with your entrance; squelching as you squeeze her around her length.

“gah—fuck!” you moaned out as the stretch was carnally rapturous.

“look at you—fuck! you look unreal like this.”

Ellie was whipped—pussywhipped. whatever you wanted to call it, she was it.

the way your body glew as your hips rolled into perfect sync with Ellie’s lazy-high thrusts, making your own sensuous music together.

your hands went to roll up the end of your miniskirt, scruffing it up messily as you were desperate to have more freedom in each needy bounce and roll on her cock. “let me see’em perfect tits” Ellie sighs out, her hands immediately find their way to the dip of your back

she felt on the strings of your bikini top before pulling it off of you. your jacket had been disregarded as it got hot inside the guest room you were in—now, pratically soaked and sweaty. the second your top fell apart, completely slipping off forward.

Ellie leaned up from laying her back onto fhe bes in fhe previous relaxed position she was in before, now completely sucking and leaving light bites on your tittes; ravenous open-mouthed kisses left all from your clavicle, to the valley of your tits, and then popping each one into her mouth one by one, sucking deliciously and leaving deep kisses on your radiant skin.

the room was engulfed by the sounds of you riding Ellie, the sound of music far gone as the two of you were too busy making it. Ellie’s hands dived under your miniskirt to hike it more up, allowing her access to knead the soft flesh of your ass as you began to bounce on her with a new found of freedom.

if the music were to abruptly stop, everyone would hear the indecency that was unfolding between you and the local dealer.

“just like that! just like that!” you cry out in utter bliss, throwing your head back as your hands tug and pull on Ellie’s hair.

“fuck me, Ellie! fuck me!”

each needy bounce lead you closer and closer to tour orgasm, your vigorous bounce angling her cock to kiss your cervix; causing your body to writhe slightly as your body overwhelmed with your own orgasm.

“come all over my cock—look so gorgeous, fuck! please come all over my cock, baby!” Ellie groans out loudly, watching the way your pussy clenched around her silicone length.

“im cumming! elli—gah—mmph!”

your pleasure wave came crashing through you like a tide. your entire body trembled as cries of Ellie’s name fell from your cock-high lips.

you completely coated it with your leaked out cum. she swore she could feel the way your cunt spasms, completely milking her as the base rubbed against her own clit. the small sensations of her own cock against her clit as you bounced to chase your own orgasm was more than enough to make her cum right alongside you.

the sight was something unforgettable, completely dazing her into your own personal trance. you enthralled her completely as her hands massaged your tits while her lips feathered kisses onto your lips.

“that feel good, huh?” Ellie was still coy and cocky, looking at you with a satisfied smile as you collapsed beside her.

it was a good moment of silence between the two of you as you catch your breath.

“just needed a good fuck. say it.” she divulges, sparking the joint she let run cold. because head game 2 strong

you let out a loud scoff before turning your entire body into Ellie’s, looking into her eyes hazed out eyes.

you began to think and …..

suddenly, you weren’t so tired, anymore.

you snatched the joint from ellie’s hands, crawling to the front of the bed and folding your legs before spreading them.

“shut up and eat.” you puffed and exhaled.

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more than friends, suguru geto

a/n: happy late 420...not proofread cause its 1am so bare with me if there are any mistakes 💔 content: getting high (kinda?), smut (oral, fem recieving. sex. missionary? mating press? idk what else 😭). wc: 3.6k

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you haven't seen him in two years. you had decided to go abroad to study for masters and stay there until you graduated. but your new home didn't feel like home because it didn't have him there. you've missed your friends especially suguru. he made everything feel better. you could get through anything as long as he was by your side.

between working and classes and the time difference you tried your best to stay in contact with him. he'd pick up your call any time of the day. hearing your voice was enough to make his day better. even a text from you would suffice. but when he didn't even get those, he'd be in a pissy mood. even more so when satoru would tease him "girlfriend didn't text you today, huh."

"shut up satoru. she's not my girlfriend." he fights back. oh how he wishes you were. so when you gave him the news that you were coming back he was elated. beyond elated actually. he immediately responds back asking for your flight details so he could pick you up. but you denied.

"i'll come over instead," you tell him on the phone flopping down on the couch with a smile you couldn't wipe off. you were thrilled at the prospect of being in his company once more. "i don't want our first meeting after two years to be in my airport clothes," you giggle. and he hums in thought. "okay, sweet cheeks. i'll see you then," and you could hear the joy in his voice as he hangs up the phone.

as your on your way to the airport you recieve a text from suguru.

⁞ suguru: change of plans, satoru's throwing a party, so we'll meet there. or do you wanna meet before and go over to his place?

⁞ you: why's satoru throwing a party?

↳ ⁞ suguru: because he's satoru.

↳ ⁞ you: makes sense.

⁞ you: don't think we'll be able to meet before the party. plane lands at 8 😿

↳ ⁞ suguru: i'll see you at the party then. have a safe flight, sweet cheeks 😸

as soon as you land, you grab a taxi and make your way to the hotel. you take a quick shower and change into a creamy ivory dress that hugs your body with thick straps adorning your shoulder. you take a look in the mirror before leaving and your cheeks are flushed at the thought of finally seeing him. luckily, satoru's location isn't too far from where you're staying so you grab a coat and walk to his place.

you buzz the doorbell once and then twice before satoru's presence graces you. he shouts your name in excitement and pulls you in for a tight long hug. as you hug him back you can't help but notice the smell of alchol and weed coming from inside.

he pulls back for a moment to admire you "i missed you," he murmurs as he places a sweet kiss on your forehead and hugs you once more. "missed you too satoru," you giggle trying to not get emotional.

"there's someone else who's missed you more than me though," he nudges your shoulder. "where is he?" you ask him. "come on," he shuts the door behind you but his penthouse is dark as you move in. he grabs your hand and pulls you in further. he flicks the light switch and you're met with a crowd yelling "surprise!"

you jump back and let out a laugh in shock. squealing as your closest friends make their way towards you. they all take turns hugging you and you're a blushing mess as he finally emerges from the crowd and comes over to you.

"hey," everything and everyone melts in the background. all you can see is him. his hair is longer as it drapes over his shoulder. his skin is covered in light facial hair. he seems taller. broader even. his eyes do a quick once over your figure.

"hi," you whisper feeling shy under his gaze. "no hug for me?" he teases. you laugh as you pull him in and he moves down to hug your shorter frame. your eyes close involuntarily as you hug him tight. you can feel the muscles he’s grown under his dress shirt. unable to control himself his nose pokes into your neck as he feels the familiarity of your smell wash over him. a mix of honey and cocoa butter. home sweet home, he thinks.

you finally break the hug and you feel everyone's gaze on the two of you. sure the two of you were not dating, but everyone knew you wanted each other. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. you clear your throat as you look around, feeling a little awkward. it was so much easier when you talked on the phone, you think to yourself.

"want a drink?" he asks bringing you out of your thoughts. "yes, please."

"a margarita," you say together. "i remember," he smiles.

your social battery starts to drain as the night goes on and your friends ask you a ton of questions about your two yesrs abroad. suguru's leaning on a wall as he chats with nanami. his eyes kept finding their way back to you and yours to his. you looked an angel in the midst of everyone. all he could see was how the light on you shines brighter than everyone else.

"help me," you mouth to him when his eyes meet yours. he pushes off the wall and makes his way over to you, "excuse me everybody," he enunciates and breaks the circle of people surrounding you. "i think our guest is tired from her long flight, so i'm going to drop her off," he annouces as he grabs your hand.

you're not sure if its the little bit of alcholic coursing through you but his touch feels electric. a blush creeps up your neck as you he grabs your hand and pulls you through "you're just saying that because you want her all to your self." shoko speaks up. you chuckle as he rolls his eyes as he makes a face at shoko.

"want the last brownie?" satoru offers with a sly grin as you reach the door. "sure, im starving". you say. "aw shucks there's only one left," satoru fake pouts. "i'm good," suguru comments.

you break it in half and offer it to suguru "no, it's okay." he says but you push the half into his hand anyway. satoru gives you a quick hug and whispers "it's an edible". you gasp and pull away. "SATORU GOJO! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE I ATE IT." you almost scream with annoyance.

"it's not strong, don't worry." he puts his hand up in defense. "it's an edible," you turn to suguru frustrated. "satoru, what the fuck?" suguru sighs. "you both seem nervous, it'll just help you feel better. plus it doesn't even have the same effect since you both halved it."

an annoyed pout makes it way on your face and suguru punches satoru in the arm in your defence. "you fucked up her mood, dipshit." however that stupid smile doesn't leave satoru's face, "you'll thank me later." he says as he bids you both goodbye.

"you've never had an edible before," suguru asks as you both walk out of the building. "no, how does it feel like?" you huff. "well it depends on the person. it could make you feel happy, hungry, sleepy, peaceful, or even horny. heh. but don't worry. i don't think it'll have the same effect on us cause we didn't take that much." he side eyes you.

you continue walking with a bit of distance between the two of you. it wasn’t like that before you purse your lips in thought. "look," he points. "it's your favorite." your eyes follow where he's pointing and you spot a stall selling yakitori. "wanna get some?" he offers. "yessss, please" you chirp excitedly. you sit on a bench across the stall as suguru grabs you a plate and two water bottles. "to sober up," he says as he places them near you.

you quickly down two sticks and suguru stares at you in quiet amazement. he couldn't believe you were here. sitting next to him and eating yakitori so joyfully. "you look beautiful," the words flow out of his mouth before he can stop himself. you choke on a bite as his words catch you off guard. "woah," he chuckles quietly as you cough multiple times and gain back your composure. "note to self to not compliment you while you're eating or i could end up killing you," he jokes making you laugh. "shut up," you meek out through your fit of laughter.

you turn on your side to face him, "you look really... really..." you're at a loss for words. "wow, thanks for the compliment sweet cheeks," he mocks. "nooo, you just look really really good, can't think of enough words. it's the weed making my brain fuzzy." and he guffaws.

"that's not how it works..."

"does so,"

"no it doesn't"

"how would you know?"

"it's only been thirty minutes... it needs an hour to take effect."

"maybe this one's just more powerful," you argue back with a cute scowl.

"whatever you say dummy," he smiles as he pats your head and stands up to throw the plates.

you walk side by side and with every step he moves in closer. your pinkies tangle with each other and he takes it as his sign to intertwine your hands. his hand grasping yours has a sensation build deep in your stomach. his thumb moves over the back of your hand in a soothing manner and a need for something more alerts in your brain.

"i really missed you," you break the silence as you near your hotel. he turns his face to meet your gaze, "i missed you, too”.

you stop walking and face each other. a smile creeps up his face. "what?" you squint at him. "can i kiss you?" you knew the question was coming but you're still taken aback. "yes,” you snicker.

his lips capture yours as soon the words are out of your mouth. the kiss is soft and sweet like holding a petal in your hand. your plush lips in between his. and it feels just like he thought it would. your hand moves over his shoulders pulling him in closer. he hums into your mouth as he pushes you to a wall. his tongue licks over your lips asking for permission and you part them. his tongue traces over yours trying to memorize the way your first kiss feels, the way you taste of alcohol and street food. so perfectly you.

he pulls back and you're both breathing heavily. a carnal need evident in both your eyes. "come on," you grasp his hand and lead him inside the hotel and to the elevator. his arms snake around your waist and he peppers your neck in kisses. the elevator dings and you quickly move in.

as soon as the elevator door closes his hands are on you pulling you in closer and moving his lips over your neck and collarbones. a kiss on your throat as he brings his lips up to yours. his hand moves up under your jaw, his finger brushing your cheek softly as he kisses you harder now and you whine into his mouth.

the elevator opens on your floor and you push him away stopping his lingering hands from making its way to your panties. you giggle as you walk backwards to your room, the sound echoing off the walls of the hallway. he follows with a smile plastered over his face. his heart swells with love for you just as a flower blooms after a rainy day.

you open the door and slip in and he locks the door behind him. your elbows support your body as you lean back on the bed with your feet crossed and dangling in front him.

he tries to move in close but you stop him with your heel pressing into his chest. your dress moves higher and his breath hitches as he notices your white lace panties. his hand wraps around your leg and fingers lightly scratch your thigh. he undoes the straps of your heels and presses a kiss on your ankle as he puts it down and gets on his knees. he removes the heels off of your second foot.

and peppers your legs with kisses. his eyes on you the entire time. his hands slide further up your legs and under your dress. "suguru," you whisper. "yes, baby," he hums grinning at your neediness when you pull him in closer with your legs.

"don't tease," you sneer at him. he chuckles in return, "did the guys back there not keep you satisfied?"

"did the girls here not keep you satisfied, suguru?" you tilt your head and the way you purr his name has blood rushing to his dick. he shakes his head, "no one comes close to you". he holds your eyes "no one ever will".

your cheeks heat up from the way he eyes you and you look away. "now now.." he grabs your chin, "give me a kiss and i'll make you feel incredible." you lean in and give him a long kiss. your hands hold his face as you suck his tongue into your mouth and he buckles forward with a whimper. you pull back with a smug smile.

he grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders getting comfortable between your legs. his mouth colors your thighs in red bite marks. his gaze is unwavering as his mouth moves closer to where you need him. he pokes out his tongue and closes his eyes, letting out a groan "so wet, sweet cheeks".

he licks a stripe over your panties and hums at the light taste that runs over his tongue. he licks a few more times and then sucks over the spot where you clit is. giving it a peck once he pulls back and slides your panties off your legs quickly. he takes a moment admiring his view, your pussy glistening all because of him. he grows harder at the thought and whines as he brings his mouth to your core once more.

his tongue moves over your outer folds first and then he slowly licks on your inner folds. you hiss when his tongue makes contact with your clit. "she's sensitive huh?" he speaks referring to your pussy.

he licks your clit a few times before he sucks it in his mouth. he eases a finger into your hole at the same time. "she's greedy, look at how she's clenching around my finger," he chuckles under his breath.

your hands tangle in his hair as you mewl and buck your hips into his mouth, "ya gettin close, sweetness?" he asks sweetly moving his finger in and out of you at quick pace. "mhm," you hum in reply - not able to say much. his second hand makes its up way your body, palming your boobs over your dress. and his tongue moves in circle over your nub, bringing you closer to the edge.

"sugu-" you breathe heavily tipping your head back. he keeps sucking on your clit, his tongue teasing it every few minutes. meanwhile his finger rubs against that soft spot in you and loud moans spill out of you as you cum in his mouth.

he pulls back and moves his finger out of your cunt and into your mouth. your lips wrap around his finger tasting yourself. you hold his wrist in place as you bob your head slightly. his breath hitches at the scene. he tugs you downwards with his finger in your mouth.

you let go of his finger in your mouth and move into his lap. he grabs your face and kisses you him messily. all teeth and tongue. you pull back from the kiss spit connecting your lips. you undo the buttons of his shirt and his lips move over your neck. he wraps a hand around your throat tipping it up as he leaves kisses all over and licks a strip up to your ear lobe. a chill runs over you and you let out a whimper at his actions. he bites your ear lobe and then soothes it with his tongue.

his hands move under your ass squeezing at the flesh as he picks you up and drops you in the middle of the bed. he pulls off his unbuttoned shirt and slowly pulls off his pants and boxers, making a show of it. your mouth waters at his length as it spring up and hits his abdomen.

you reach out a hand and he grabs it pushing it by your head as he settles above you. you pull off the starps of your dress and he tugs it down your body until your nude frame comes into view. his mouth drops at the sight. "gorgeous fuckin body, gorgeous face, gorgeous girl. my girl?" he tilts his head slightly as if questioning you.

you titter "yes suguru, your girl." you confirm and the smile he gives as your heart melting. it reaches his eyes twinkling and lighting up his entire face. you spread your legs so he can settle between them. he pushes your hair back and pecks your lips once and then your cheeks, nose — showering your face in kisses making you smile until you break out in a laugh.

you maintain eye contact as your hand wraps around his dick and he gulps hard as your thumb rubs over his slit gathering his pre cum. your ringed fingers moving up and down his length, applying just the right amount of pressure without him having to guide you. so perfect for him, he thinks. "slow down," he whines. "gonna make me cum, if you keep going".

you guide it to your aching hole. "no condom. are you sure?" he asks sincerly. "i'm clean and on the pill" you hum. "im clean too," he beams. he pecks you once more before he pushes in slowly.

you both hold your breath until he pushes in half way. "can you take more?" he checks in with you. "yeah just give me a minute," you ask trying to adjust to his girth. "take your time, sweet stuff," he kisses your cheek.

"go ahead," you tell him after a few minutes and he pushes in completely, both of you whining in tandem. "fuck," his voice drops an octave.

he starts moving slowly. his tip pushes right against your g-spot. your walls snug around him. he drops his head into your neck. breathing heavily. your arms wrap around his back scratching lightly at the way he was making you feel. he picks up the pace after a while, moving all the way out with just his tip in and you moan at the loss of being full by him.

"suguru," you cry. "shh," he quickly shuts down your protests, rubbing your cheek as he pushes in harder nudging his cockhaed against your g spot making your eyes roll back. he pulls your legs up to his shoulder and the angle has you feel him deeper. he starts moving faster "feel so good, baby. can't believe, been missing out on this for so long." he whines, kissing your calf.

he starts thrusting at a toe curling pace. alternating between slow and hard, fast and soft — driving you insane. he rubs his thumb over your clit, making you reach your high. the sounds of your wet cunt and his hard thrusts are loud and can probably be heard by anyone passing your room. if this was anyone else, you would've probably not made a single sound but with suguru... you can't help but be loud.

"what a messy cunt you've got sweetness. just sucking me in so eagerly." he pushes your legs up to your chest fucking you faster. "tch tch" he tuts patting your cheek, when you shut your eyes from the simulation. "eyes on me". you nod. "how does it feel baby?" he asks.

"incredible," you whimper. he holds eye contact as he brings your legs down to wrap around him and he moves closer to you. breathing in synch. chest to chest. skin to skin.

if you tried hard enough you could feel his heart beating to the syllable of your name. "i've missed you so much," he whispers. his lips captures yours and you whine into his mouth. his tongue dances with yours. his thumb on your clit moves at an unwavering pace bringing you closer to the edge. you bite his lower lip as the band in your stomach snaps and you cum with a moan of his name. he follows suit chanting your name like a mantra.

he looks into your eyes once you both come down from your highs and all you could see was the love you had for each other reflected back. you stay like that for a while, a smile on both your faces. despite the fact that you had been apart for two years, your ability to understand each other remained unchanged as you gaze into each other's eye having an entire conversation without speaking. the distance and time only made your relationship stronger.

"so, weed makes you horny huh?" he breaks the silence. and you both bust out laughing.

a/n: i honestly dont know how i feel about this one but i hope you like it :). reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated!

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applesauce

the spot/jonathan ohnn x spider-man!reader (ft. your baby & miles morales)

cw: sfw, gn!reader, implied amab!reader, implied transmasc!spot, reader doesn’t actually appear, dimension travel, spot being wifey, miles having a breakdown, your daughter’s obsession with applesauce, etc.

word count: 420

After disappearing for two whole years, Miles finds the Spot in a corner store in Brooklyn with a curly haired toddler strapped to his chest, buying applesauce of all things. Miles awkwardly stands there, confused, until the baby notices him and starts giggling and making grabby hands at him. Spot turns to see what’s caught her attention and jumps, startled, when he sees Miles standing there in shocked silence.

“Oh, hi, Miles.” Spot greets awkwardly, pocketing his wallet into a hole. The cashier’s left already— probably to call someone, because it’s not every day you get a former villain and Spider-Man in your store. 

Miles blinks at the casual use of his name and points at the smiling child, “Whose baby is that?” His voice breaks halfway through, but spare him, this guy was once the biggest threat to the multiverse and now he’s buying applesauce with a baby.

One of Spot’s hands comes up to smooth over her curls, and she tips her head back against his chest to give him a dimpled smile. It’s actually super adorable. The dot on Spot’s face squints in what Miles thinks might be a smile. “This is Zoe. Say hi, honey.” 

Zoe coos at Miles, waving her fists excitedly, “Dada!” 

“No, honey, that’s Miles. Dada’s—”

“You stole a baby?!” Miles’ hands come up to massage his temples to fend off an incoming headache. “You can’t just do that! Is that your thing now, stealing babies? What happened with the Collider? It’s been two years, where have you been—”

Zoe finds his distress funny, apparently, because she squeals and giggles as he tries to keep his shit together. “No, no, no. Zoe’s mine.” Spot cuts in before Miles can have an aneurysm, “I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got married, see?” He shows off the wedding band on his finger, “I’m just here for these.” Spot points at the box of applesauce. “They were out of stock where I live and it’s the only brand Zoe likes, so we hopped over to get some.” 

Miles stares at him, and then he stares some more. “Applesauce.” 

Spot nods, obviously not seeing the issue, “Yeah, applesauce.” 

“Ampleshaush.” Zoe confirms, clapping her hands. “Dada, ampleshaush.” 

“No, pumpkin, Dada’s at work.” Spot repeats, and that’s when Miles sees the shirt that Zoe’s wearing. It’s red and blue, with the iconic Spider-Man pattern and logo. 

Miles’ mouth goes dry, “Who did you say that was, again?” 

“Oh, the Spider-Man from Earth-124.”

This could not get any weirder.

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Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Headcanon in which you have popcorn movie nights once a week with your aviator friends.

CW: None, just a bit of fluff

A/N: I feel like I haven't posted Rooster content in a while so I thought I'd share this idea with y'all even though it obviously isn't fully formed. Let me know if you're interested in other half-baked ideas and headcanons 😅

Also, the season of scary movies is upon us, so I thought this might be fitting. Enjoy!

Week 1: Bradley likes you so he sits as far away from you as humanly possible. You take the centre of the couch, flanked by Phoenix and Bob. Bradley takes the floor.

Week 2: Bradley offers to grab your drink (and everybody else’s so it doesn’t appear suspicious). He sits on the same couch as you this time, but he’s in the corner. When Phoenix stands to use the bathroom and there’s a gap between you and him, he gives you a small smile and you offer him some popcorn. He takes a handful from your bowl, so you shift closer to share. When Phoenix returns, she’s wearing a smug smirk.

Week 3: You plop down onto the couch beside Bradley, completely unaware of how alarmed he is at the idea of sitting beside you throughout the entire evening. He's very still for the majority of the time, although you do end up occasionally rubbing shoulders and, by the end of the night, Bradley is both elated and extremely frustrated.

Week 4: Bradley sits down next to you, handing you your favorite drink. He gives you a sheepish grin when both Phoenix and Bob decide to join you on the same couch, squeezing you and Bradley into the corner. It’s a scary movie, so you end up gripping Bradley’s arm for the better part of the evening, hiding your face behind his shoulder a few times.

"You're missing the best part," he says with a massive grin.

"Tell me when the best part is over," you whimper.

He rubs your back with his hand, chuckling into your hair as you squeal. Anytime the film becomes too frightening and you press your body into his side is the best part in his books.

You're watching the screen with an anxious expression and the moment the music swells, you turn away frantically, burying your face into Bradley's neck.

He holds still, afraid that any movement on his part might scare you off – more even than the slasher flick. When he feels your body tense up against his at the sound of the screams coming from the television, he puts his hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it gently in his grasp. "You're okay," he mutters, his mouth right over your forehead.

You clutch his hand as his thumb sweeps lightly over your knuckles, and he weaves his fingers through yours, trying to relax your grip. You murmur something incoherent into the crook of his neck and Bradley closes his eyes, his embrace tightening around your shoulders. "Just so you know," you say in a soft voice. "You're not allowed to leave me alone tonight."

Bradley lets out a slow breath over your face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he responds.

A/N: I dunno guys, this concept has been bouncing around in my head and I wanted to get it down so I wouldn't be tempted to write a whole story around it haha Hope you liked it!

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Hello, this is Nk. I figured instead of keeping all the things I thought up in my head I'd just let my brain rot take over and start producing content that maybe others would enjoy to. I know some of my content may not be too quality and some may not enjoy the stuff I produce but if I can at least make one other person experience the same level of happy squealing and absolute joy that I get from my content then I think I've won in life.

Happy to do requests, produce brain rot content, and brighten a few days. Hopefully this master list makes it easier for others to find and enjoy my content.

How to make digital art on a budget

{~~~~~Lost Boys~~~~~}

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Paul Art

Marko Art

Modern Au comic featuring oc

Imagine comic Marko x David

Day walker Star

Poly Pack 420

Lost Boys Marko Pinup Poster Sfw

{---- Beasts of Santa Carla Characters ---}

Protagonist

Lamia

Veve

Volk

Calypso

Puck

{----Beasts of Santa Carla Chapter Scenes---}

Chapter 2 Scene David and Dwayne

Chapter 2 Scene Cat fight Laddie/Paul/Marko

Chapter 3 Scene Paul and Marko

Chapter 3 Scene Beast of blood and bone

Chapter 4 Scene Board

Chapter 4 Scene David/Dwayne in boys gone wild

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{---- Beasts of Santa Carla Story ---}

Beasts of Santa Carla warning and bts

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

Beasts of Santa Carla Prologue

( Chapter 1 )

( Chapter 2 )

( Chapter 3 ) This contains light mentioning of nsfw

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another day [agere fic]

420 tw

Jade never felt good after the holidays. He had to recover from traumatic memories, flashbacks, and general traumaversery symptoms. Reagan tried to help, but didn’t fully understand it. Reagan never had a perfect life, and plenty of trauma of her own, but she was simply further along in the healing process than Jade was. Reagan had found her liferaft and was swimming to shore. 

Jade was drowning. 

He cried in his sleep, cried when he woke up, and cried when he smoked. The only time he didn’t cry was when people were around. He wasn’t exactly trying to hide it from them, it just felt… unbearable when they were gone, and something about his friends being around was distracting enough. 

He stared as Avery loaded him a bowl. They handed it to Jade in his favorite bong, a small thing that was blown to look like a power-up.

“Thank you, Mama,” he said softly. 

They kissed the side of his head. “Smoke up.” 

He took a few hits and when Avery took the bong, he laid back and closed his eyes. He was finally swimming, at least for a moment. 

“My sweet boy,” Avery said softly, “you worry me so much.” 

His eyes watered. “I’m sorry, Mama.” 

“Let me hold you.” 

Jade crawled into his Mama’s lap, and they held him. Reagan came out a moment later. 

“Goodmorning, Mama, goodmorning, Jade.” She rushed into the kitchen to make coffee. 

“Let’s go take a walk, my little love,” Avery said. 

“Can I come?” Reagan called. 

Avery looked to Jade. He nodded. 

“Sure, princess.” 

They put the coffees somewhere safe and made their way outside. They climbed down the vines along the giant flower stalk, the petals vibrant and red in the sky. Reagan grabbed Avery and Jade’s hands as she skipped down the path. 

“Bug, you’re going too fast,” Jade whined softly. 

Reagan paused with a blush. “Sorry, bubby! I’ll slow down.” 

They walked in silence along the wooden planked pathways, down past gardens and scarecrows and heards of cows or pigs, until Avery squeezed Jade’s hand. 

“Will you tell us how we can help?” 

“If I knew,” he said weakly. “I don’t know how to help. Everything just… hurts.” 

“Why don’t we go back and play a game?” Reagan asked. “You can choose!” 

Jade looked up in surprise. “I can?” 

“Of course, bubs,” Avery said with a smile. “You can always pick the game if you ask.”

He looked down, wringing his hands. His wrists and forearms were covered in silly bandz. “My sister never let me pick the game we played.” 

“I don’t like your sister.” Reagan scowled. “She didn’t deserve you.” 

Jade shrugged a little, so Avery took Reagan’s hand and pulled everyone to a stop. “We have to be conscious how we talk about our ex-families, Reagan love. Jade isn’t ready to be harsh with them.”

Jade nodded as Reagan looked down guiltily. “I’m sorry, bug… I just still care about them a lot.” 

“You don’t have to apologize!” Reagan leapt forward and hugged Jade, squishing his cheek into Reagan’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Let’s just not talk about them unless you want to, okay?” 

Jade smiled a bit. “Sounds good.” 

They started heading home. “So what game are you going to pick, love?” Avery asked. 

“Can we have school?” Jade asked timidly. 

Reagan squealed and started running home. Jade raced to follow. Avery laughed as they picked up the pace, meeting their kiddos at the bottom of the vine. Once they were inside the rose’s petals of safety, Reagan rushed to set up their stuffies and dolls while Jade prepared the lesson plan and Avery got their backpack. 

“You can be the teacher, Jade,” Reagan said, giving them the pointer—a stick with a smiling cloud on top. “I’ll be the T.A.” 

Jade’s eyes widened. “I- I don’t know… I don’t think I’d be good at it.” 

“You’ll be great, sweetheart,” Avery promised as they sat at the wooden desk. “Why don’t you just try, and if it gets too much you two can switch?”

“Yeah! Like taking turns!” 

“Okay,” Jade said. “I’ll be the teacher. Pass out these workshbeets, Mx. Bug!” 

“Yes sir mister teacher sir!” Reagan grabbed the worksheets and skipped as he started handing them out. 

“Here you are, student,” he said with a grin as he gave Avery theirs. “Looks like we’re starting with history!” 

Jade looked through their lesson nervously. “Um, Mx. Bug?” He asked softly. “Can you come here?” 

Reagan rushed over. “What’s up, bubby?” 

“I don’t know if I can do this.” He looked down. “I don’t have a big imagination like you do. What if I’m boring?” 

Reagan giggled. “It’s school, Jade. It’s supposed to be boring!” 

Jade blew a raspberry. “Come on, I’m nervous!” 

Reagan hugged him tightly. “I know you can do this, bubby. Why don’t I introduce you?” 

Avery smiled. 

“Okay!” 

Reagan rushed up to center stage. “Goodmorning, class,” she said in her best fancy accent. “Today we’ll be going over the history of Wellinden—how the garden was formed!”

“Psst,” Jade whispered, “and how we got here.” 

“Yes! And how we, the people, got here.” He smiled. “Mr. Bubby, go ahead.” 

“Um… hi, class.” He giggled nervously, hunched in on himself as he stared at the trembling flashcards. “Um… so the flowers started as massive seeds! That were put there by a giant.” 

“Oh, really?” Avery grinned and wrote that down in their notebook. “What kind of giants?” 

Jade faltered. 

“CLOUD GIANTS!” Reagan yelled. 

“Yes! Cloud giants… who… came down from the skies to plant their holy garden! But by the time it grew to completion… the giants were all extinct!” 

Avery gasped. “What a twist!” 

“Yeah! And… and then our first settlers found the garden and used it to hide from the giant mice!” 

Avery chuckled. “Oh, the giant mice? What happened to them?” 

“The fences keep them out! My T.A. will now help me demonstrate what to do when you encounter a giant mice.” 

Reagan giggled as Jade brandished the pointer like a sword. She made her best rodent face, then lurched forward. Avery gasped as Jade whacked at her, missing widely. 

“Careful, kids,” they warned. 

“Heheh, sorry Mama,” Jade said quietly. “Um… yes! Worksheet time!” 

Avery looked down at their worksheet. “I have a question about question number one.” 

“Yes!” Reagan ran over. “What is it?” 

“Is this a philosophical question? ‘How many flowers are in the garden of Wellinden?’ How am I meant to know that?” 

“It is phil-o-soph-ophy,” Jade told them. “It’s a warm up question!”

“Oh! Well, that makes sense. Teacher, can I have a snack?” 

“Why yes,” Reagan said, “we have plenty of snacks for student kiddos. Can I help you by retrieving one, Mr. Bubby?” 

“No, Reagan, I want to get it,” he said softly with a pout. Reagan nodded, so the smile returned as he ran off. 

While he was gone, Avery waved Reagan over. “I’m so proud of you, princess.” 

Her eyes widened. “For what?” 

“For being a good older sibling for Jade. I can’t imagine what he’s going through right now… but I can imagine you’re making him feel very special, and we can’t know what that means to him.” They cupped Reagan’s face. “Keep being my little ray of sunshine, okay? And you know you can come to me when it’s you who needs the support.” 

“Of course I know that, Mama!” She giggled and hugged Avery tight. “We have to be there for bubby!” 

Jade stood behind the doorway, listening. Tears gathered in his eyes. 

He smiled, finished making the snack, and came back in as if nothing had happened. They continued playing, and when they passed out after recess, Avery covered them in a blanket. 

Another day gone, another day healed. 

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I was trying to find that video of that guy annoying his mother by being like "it's 420 man" in a weird voice and squealing so I searched "420 vine" and the top result was this BEWILDERING and kind of insanely hilarious video with like 300 views

#Youtube #I did find it easily after btw

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #21)

Chapter #21. Alexander versus a vet. Who will win? 

Previous: Chapter #20

Next: Chapter #22

Word Count: 3,721 Read Time: Approx. 29 mins

CW: adult language, angst, injury, dehumanization

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #21: Maladies 

[Alexander’s POV]

The receptionist lead Natalie through a glass door and down a hallway, to the examination room. I couldn’t help but maintain my death grip on her pinky, as she carried me along. I normally would have found her stroking of my head and neck to be anything from mildly annoying to downright condescending, but in this moment it was actually comforting. She was showing me, in her obnoxiously human way, that she was there for me. Moments later, with the door shut behind us, we were alone in the private room.

She sat in one of the two provided, plastic chairs, setting her purse down in the other. In front of her (and behind me) was a Formica countertop connected to some cabinets with aluminum handles and a small utility sink. Hanging on the walls, slightly crooked and uneven, were framed diagrams of a cat’s skeletal and circulatory systems as well as a poster of different dog breeds. There was a dusty, fake ficus in the corner. The buzzing florescent light gave everything a cold, sterile and washed out appearance. This was clearly the motel 6 of veterinarians. I shuddered, wondering what that meant for the quality of the service. What an ugly, horrid place. I began to understand why animals of a lesser intelligence cried upon entering.

I was so grateful to be alone with just her, even if only for a few moments. Being introduced to new humans was always, inevitably, an excruciatingly embarrassing experience. Especially when this one was likely going to prod around in my infected wound. How much pain was I about to be in?

“Alexander? You okay?” It’s like she’d read my mind. My head snapped up to meet her eyes, her brow was furrowed slightly. She’d shifted me around in her hands so that I was now leaning back, cradled a bit awkwardly between her two cupped palms. I used my hands to push myself up a bit, wincing at the pain as I dragged my leg.

I sucked air into my lungs as I tried to calm my nerves, “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“I’m sure the doctor will be kind and gentle. You’ll be in good shape in no time.”

At least she restrained herself from flat out saying ‘vet’. “You don’t have to placate and lie to me as if I were a child.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just… I can see you’re frightened and I want to reassure you that I’m looking out for you—“

“I’m not frightened! I’m perfectly relaxed!”

********

Just then, the door across the room slammed open with a loud and sudden squeal. Alexander immediately jumped and cowered behind the wall of my fingers, squeezing tightly onto me with both tiny fists. Normally, I would’ve found the impeccable timing of this to be hilarious, but right now I only felt bad for him. Poor thing. I placed the pad of my thumb between his shoulder blades. I’m right here with you.

The vet stormed in, his bespectacled face buried in charts clamped to a dirty, scratched up, old clipboard with a chunk missing from the bottom right corner. Dr. Greene was a barrel-chested, big-boned man, with almost nonexistent hair thinly covering his liver spotted cranium. His face was broad, blunt, and splotchy in complexion. He was mumbling to himself as he entered, which I was just able to catch the tail end of, “…. Trisha if you schedule another one of these goddamn new patients between my surgery rotations—“

As I stood to meet him, Alexander clutched protectively in my cupped hands, he stopped suddenly as though he realized what room he was in. Hurriedly, he peeled his skin tight, blue latex gloves from his blunt, meaty hands. I couldn’t help but notice they looked stained with some sort of splatter…. I didn’t want to think about just what it might be. They cascaded into the otherwise empty plastic waste bin with a distinguishable rustle. He carried the chart over to the sink as he washed his hands. I glanced down at Alexander, who’s quaking I could feel though the surface of my palm. I wanted to cradle him against my shoulder and high tail it out of here. But where else could we go? This was the only vet in a thirty mile radius that was remotely within my meager budget. I felt ashamed that finances limited my ability to properly care for him.

Over the din of the rushing water drumming against the aluminum basin of the sink, Dr. Greene cleared his throat, still not actually looking at either of us. “So. You’ve got a pet who got himself into some trouble, eh? Male, early thirties, no papers, no vaccination records… you sure you didn’t steal some rich kid’s birthday present off their front porch?” He finally turned to look at me, tilting his head downward to peer at me over the rim of his half-framed glasses.

“E-excuse me?” I felt a flash of anger tighten my chest. He was looking at me and assuming I had stolen Alexander? What sort of classist fucking bullshit—?? His eyes were small, dark, sunken in, puffed from over work.

A soft dry cackle escaped the man’s lips, “Apologies, uh, Ms….” He glanced back at the chart, “Ms. Marquez, that was my poor attempt at a joke. I’m Dr. Richard Greene. We’re grateful you brought your companion in with you today…” Like I had literally any other choice. He put on a fresh pair of latex gloves before continuing, clapping his hands together with a loud, rubbery smack that made Alexander jump, “Now, what seems to be the cause for concern?” He eyed me again from below his glasses. I simply looked to Alexander and raised a brow. It was his body and his injury, he had more of a right to answer that question than I did.

“Hello, yes, I, the actual patient in question would be happy to answer that.” The vet turned his gaze to look upon the little man in my hand, who was now sitting up with a board straight spine, his arms crossed tightly over his chest and chin defiantly tilted in the air. He did not like being ignored, and I really couldn’t blame him! Dr. Greene with a visible smirk, nodded for him to continue, “I received a dog bite from an adolescent German shepherd… my patella, collateral ligaments and surrounding tissue were rent, and crushed severely. Now, I appear to have contracted a rather significant infection. As we speak, I am suffering from mild nausea, lightheadedness, disorientation, headaches, chills as well as severe swelling at the site of the infection, including purulent drainage—“ he sucked in a lungful of air to continue, only to be halted by the low rumble of the doctor’s laughter.

*********

He took off his spectacles and wiped the sweat from the bridge of his nose as he chuckled, quietly at first and then loud enough that I was forced to cease in my testimony. He replaced his glasses before crossing the room towards myself and Natalie. “Wow!” He exclaimed, flashing teeth that were too white and straight to match with his blotchy and irregular complexion, “You are just one smart little pet, aren’t you? Ha! That’s the best I’ve seen yet!” He immediately regarded Natalie again, “Did you teach him to recite all that? I’ve seen it done before but not to this—“

“I’m not reciting anything! I’m trying to give you an accurate snapshot of the extent of my injuries. Now, please, listen to what I have to say!”

“It’s true!” The woman above me chimed in, “He really is that smart. He knows what he’s talking about.”

The doctor, far more unsettling to behold in his disgraceful descent into old age from this much more… personal.. vantage point, bent at the waist to get far closer to me than I was comfortable. I braced, my upper lip showing my teeth as I fought as hard as I could to keep from shaking. His breath smelled sharply of peppermint. My heart roared beneath its cage as I refused to break eye contact with this creature ten times my size, his thin lips were pressed into a smile, “Bravo, little pet. Bravo! You want to come intern with me? You could be our new secretary….” His eyes gleamed with condescension. I felt the steam rising to pour out of my ears. “Now let’s have a better look at that leg of yours, shall we?” Gigantic hands, three times the size of Natalie’s, began to encroach on what little space I had left between his overwhelming visage and my own corpus.

I heard Natalie draw a sharp breath as she pulled away, stepping back. I squeezed her flesh with a shaky fist as she rocked back, jostling me in the process, “I’d much rather set him down on the counter. He hates being handled.” Thank you, Natalie. By comparison to this nightmare in a white coat, I’ve come to better appreciate your idiosyncrasies. The doctor backed off, and I was suddenly lowered down, down onto the icy surface of the counter that made me wince when it made contact with my barren legs. While we settled, the doctor was fetching a rolling stool. I glanced quickly over my shoulder at Natalie, who’d placed her hand, perpendicular to the counter, a few millimeters away from my spine. Without breaking my gaze with her, I reached behind, and placed an outstretched palm on the tip of her pinky. She’s looking out for me. I’m going to be alright. Perhaps through sheer repetition, I’d start to believe it.

With the unpleasant grind of plastic and rattling metal on linoleum, the veterinarian wheeled himself before me. He opened a drawer and fetched a pair of magnifying lenses and a head lamp and placed these both around his skull. Then, he retrieved another object that made me tremble ever so slightly: suture scissors, small and incredibly sharp. Putting both the lenses and light in place which blared with a blinding intensity that made me groan and shield my eyes, he began to drone in a cold and calculating way, “In order to see the extent of his wound, I’ll first have to remove these bandages. Normally, I would apply restraints to guarantee immobility, but as you two seem to have a shared understanding, I’ll ask you, Ms. Marquez, to kindly restrain him, here…” Suddenly with a force so strong the wind was knocked from my lungs, a massive meaty finger was pinning my chest down to the table.

“H-hey!!” I choked, but to no avail, I was hardly audible to the people above me. The doctor continued without missing a beat.

“And please restrain the ankles like so….” He pinched my legs together between two forceful fingers that made tears spring into my eyes. There was more chuckling as the doctor seemed to notice something significantly funny for the first time. I was tempted to bolt upright and demand what his problem was, but feared being clotheslined by his prodding finger again I remained, obediently, splayed out on the counter. After a moment, he clarified, “Who’s bright idea was it to force him into that getup? It’s quite amusingly ill suited for a pet with his temperament!”

Without missing a beat, Natalie and I both snapped back in unison, “It’s a long story!” We shared a look. The instantaneous softening of her gaze helped settle my heart and my nauseous stomach just a bit.

“Mmm, I see, better left unsaid then.” He suddenly seemed altogether disinterested, “Now, if you please, Ms. Marquez?”

I felt her eyes on me, she raised her brow, asking for my permission. Frightened as I was of him, this unholy monster with thick concave glass for eyes, I trusted her, and knew she wouldn’t harm me. I nodded curtly, pressing my lips together and furrowing my brow as I tried to put on a brave face.

*****************

Seeing him lying there like that, before the pair of giant (even by my standards) blue-gloved hands, I was once again reminded just how minuscule my favorite angry, little friend was. For all his self righteousness and courage, he was a very, very fragile little being. I hated that I’d have to participate in holding him down, but I knew it was more a precaution than anything else. With the lightest of pressure, I gingerly rested a finger tip over his thundering chest and very softly held his ankles between my two fingers. I watched tension melt from his little body as I touched him gently.

Going to the doctor was scary for humans… I couldn’t imagine if my doctor was ten times my size!! I was so proud of him. I figured I would have definitely started bawling long before now if it were me in his shoes. The vet cleared his dry and hoarse throat, “Alright. And, here, I’m simply making a small incision into the bandages to remove them…” at the sharp metal edge of the tiny scissors edged underneath the bandage, I watched as Alexander’s whole body went rigid, but he made no sound whatsoever, the tendons in his jaw popping as he ground his teeth. His brilliant blue eyes, glassy from pain and exhaustion stared up at me, searching for an anchor to hold on to. I’m right here, I’ve got you.

Suddenly the sound of air being blown through teeth in a sharp, disapproving whistle, pulled us both back to the present, “Mmm... this is far more significant than I thought….” He gripped Alexander’s leg around the thickest part of the calf with two massive fingers. I felt a lump in my throat just watching his giant hands on the tiny limb. “Now, he’ll feel a bit of pinch here…” it annoyed me greatly that he only addressed me and practically refused to speak to his sentient patient directly. Very slowly he increased the pressure. Alexander yelped, I felt his heart rate spike. The doctor seemed to take no notice, he started rotating the joint. The tiny man cried out, pushing against my finger on his chest.

“You’re hurting him! Please!”

He was unfazed. What was wrong with this man? Wasn’t he supposed to care about little creatures? “He’s lucky it wasn’t worse… much worse.” He let go. Flipping the lenses and lamp up on top of his forehead, continuing as he wiped his glasses on his jacket lapel, “I’ll need to run a few more tests to see the true extent of what we’re dealing with. Go shopping, run some errands and come back in two hours or so and we should have the lab results by then...”

Alexander scrambled to sitting, staring up at me wide-eyed. I placed my hand around his back, “W-what??? I’m not… I’m not just going to leave him. I’m staying right here and watching while you run whatever tests you need to.”

The doctor smiled, “Ma’am all of our equipment is in the back. There’s really nothing for you to do while we have him back there… it’d be a waste of your ti—“ my heart was breaking. He’d have to go somewhere where I couldn’t follow???

“It’s not a waste of my time. I’m not leaving here until he comes home with me.”

A heavy, exhausted sigh was followed by a curt, “Suit yourself….”

“I’d really prefer to stay with him throughout this whole process. Any chance you can—“

As the man rose on creaking knees, he pointed to a laminated piece of printer paper that read: “Lab for authorized personnel ONLY”

“One of my techs will be out shortly to collect him. I hope you brought a book with you….” With that, he disappeared through the squeaking door.

“I hope you brought a book with you! What a fucking dick! Did you hear how fucking shitty he—” I snarled, but heat and wriggling against my palm cut me short. I looked down to see Alexander, shoulders caved, body shining with sweat, open wound throbbing and weeping afresh, as he pressed himself as closely as he could into the protective wall that was my hand. My heart shattered. I dropped immediately to a crouch to get closer to eye level. “Hey. Hey…” he buried his head against the base of my index finger. The only way I could tell he was crying was that my flesh became wet in one tiny little area where his cheek was pressed against me. “Oh, Alexander don’t… don’t cry….”

“…You’re going to be just fine… that guy’s an asshole but you’ll power through this, I know you will.” As I spoke, I gingerly wrapped my fingers around his tiny ribcage and delicately supported his legs with three fingers. Finally, I sat him down in a palm, tipped against my chest.

He clung to my shirt like it could somehow protect him, “I don’t want to go back there. What if they’re careless? What if they drop me? What if they administer medication for a completely different species and I’m dead within minutes?? I don’t want to die! Please don’t let me die!!” He white knuckle gripped onto me, shaking and stammering.

“Woah, woah, it can’t be that egregious back there! They wouldn’t stay open with mistakes like that!”

“No! You don’t understand! It happens all the time. I’ve worked… I mean… I’ve heard of case after case of malpractice and neglect. There is a particular bias against pets in the veterinary community… unlike their other charges, we can talk back…” he was whipping himself up into a frenzy. I had no doubt he was right, but in this moment, the cold hard facts were only going to give him stomach ulcers. Suddenly, with enough speed to startle him into silence without harming him, I pinched his rotator cuffs between a thumb and forefinger on either side and lifted him up until he was less than half an inch from the tip of my nose.

**********

Woah, hello there, Natalie. She was all I could see, could feel, could think about. Her breath warm and inviting was enveloping me as it rustled my hair. I was dangling there, an insignificant weight propped up by nothing more than her fingers. “Alexander?“ Yes? You already have my full attention. “I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. But… I also know you. And one thing you are, without fail, is strong-willed. I know you aren’t going to let them do anything to you without a fight. So let them have it if they deserve it. You’re quick on your feet and incredibly smart. Use that to your advantage. Remind them how similar you really are to them. I know you, angry little nightmare, and you’re gonna be just fine. Besides, I’ll be doing everything I can to make sure you get the care you need, alright? If they so much as harm a hair on your head I will kill them myself… sound fair?” I felt warm all over.

Something significant had shifted since I’d cried in front of her yesterday. We were…. Dare I call us… friends? Allies? I wasn’t sure what term fit us best quite yet, but, nevertheless, I felt for the very first time that I was not alone in my fight. I had her. And stupid as she could be, she meant well. Frankly, that was more than I’d ever had and I was, I realized, grateful for it.

“Thank you, Natalie. I don’t know where I’d be without you….”

She shrugged, “Mmm, dead, probably!” She broke into a mischievous grin.

“Don’t speak too soon!” I shook my head, almost getting lost in the humor and nonchalance of it all. However, my reprieve was cut short as the awful grind of that squealing door ripped though my eardrums. I gasped as Natalie shifted me in her hands, setting me in her cupped palm, so I could turn over my shoulder.

“Ms. Marquez? We’re ready for him now!” A small woman in periwinkle, ill-fitting scrubs appeared at the door, her choppy, cropped hair clearly died a pitch black. Paging the door with the heel of her boot, she extended her hands, for me… I gulped. There was the beautiful warmth of a thumb caressing my hair, down my spine as we marched forward, toward my impending doom. I suddenly found myself being raised up, until my head and neck were level with her mouth as she whispered only to me.

“Remember what I told you? You’re so much stronger than you know. Let em’ have it and don’t forget I’m right here for you, no matter what. You’ve got this.” There was one stride left before we’d reach our destination. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as warm, wet lips collided with the crown of my skull. My whole body suddenly ceased to feel like my own. I was melting into her, dizzy and dazed.

A sharp nasally voice cut through my reverie, “Awwwwww! Aren’t you just precious??? Yeah, you are! Yes, you are!” I suddenly thought a quick and unexpected death would be a preferable demise to whatever brand of personal hell this was. I found the warm, gentle touch of the only human I dared to trust slipping away as I landed in blue, latex-covered hands instead. They were hot, rough to the touch. Despite my best efforts, my body shook without my consent, “Awwww, he’s just a scared little fella! It’s okay!” She placed a rough, textured gloved finger on my hair and dragged it downwards, ripping and tearing at the roots as she did so.

“Argh! Don’t!” I thrashed my head and neck away from her.

“He really doesn’t like to be touched. Please don’t condescend to him. He’s much smarter than that.” The woman now holding me just chuckled quietly, settling her finger much too intimately close in my lap, instead.

“Don’t worry Ms. Marquez! We’ll take very good care of him! No need to worry! Enjoy your afternoon!”

I locked eyes with Natalie, my breath catching in my throat and then, in the breadth of a heartbeat, I was behind a squeaking metal door, out of sight.

#Doctors are scary #Vets are scarier #He's got this #Maybe #A Fraction of Justice #oc:alexander #oc:natalie #g/t related #g/t community #g/t au #g/t writing #g/t story #g/t #giant/tiny #gtcommunity #gt

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#caps tw #the pig squeals #420 crabs it's all comign together

[ivorydragoness44]

Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: The Scare

Word Count: 420 Warnings: Fluff? Summary: Dragon playdate and Murtagh pretends like he got hurt.

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  The surrounding air was filled with laughter. Each playful step and bounce of your dragon and Thorn shook the ground beneath you. It was a great feeling to take some well-deserved time away from responsibilities. While the Riders, elves, and others were otherwise occupied or sticking their noses up at such a thought, Murtagh and yourself had quickly found yourselves jumping and running around in the open field with your dragons.    Your dragon swung their tail at Thorn, hardly making an audible thud. However, the red dragon fell to his side in mock pain, jaw open and letting out small grumbles. As his long tail waved around in his writhing, it flicked over at Murtagh, knocking him over. The initial impact did not appear harmful. As you observed him, however, he struggled, arms shaking as he tried to push himself off of the ground.    Your chest tightened at the sight. “Murtagh!” You cried out as you rushed to his side. All you could hear was your own heart pounding in your ears and your panicked breath. By the time you were kneeling beside him, another sound reached your ears. Laughter.

   “Murtagh!” You gawked in utter dismay, pushing him onto his back. A pout replaced your shock and you promptly slapped him square on the chest. “You scared me!”    “I didn’t…mean to scare you…that much,” he gasped for breath through his bright smile.    With his laugh lessening, you kissed his cheek. “I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. Even though it was at my own expense, you big oaf!”    Murtagh’s eyebrows shot up. “An oaf!” He exclaimed, making the both of you go into a fit of laughter.    You squealed out when he gave your waist a squeeze.    “An oaf, am I?”    You found yourself being rolled over into the grass with nothing but Murtagh filling your senses. “No. You’re not an oaf!”    Bodies quaking in your self-made hilarity, your cheeks screamed in soreness as your smile broadened from his actions.    He held you a little tighter, his arms wrapping around your form. With your arms over his shoulders, you rubbed his back in response. Likewise, the gentle kiss he pressed to your collarbone made you feel like you could have melted into the grass.    “I love you,” he said, his voice calmer and controlled.    Sliding your hand up into his hair, you guided his face down closer to your own. “I know,” you replied with a quiet laugh and kissed him sweetly, “and I love you.”

#murtagh #murtagh and thorn #murtagh morzansson #murtagh x reader #murtagh fanfiction #murtagh morzansson x reader #murtagh morzansson fanfiction #the inheritance cycle #the inheritance cycle fanfiction #murtagh x y/n #murtagh morzansson x y/n #murtagh x you #murtagh morzansson x you #murtagh morzansson fanfic #ivorydragoness44 #inheritance cycle #the inheritance cycle insert reader #the inheritance cycle x reader #eragon #murtagh morzansson fluff #murtagh morzansson romance

[ut-girl666]

Some of my AO3 fic stats, because as you can tell from some of the provided numbers, I am a complete fucking child.

Also thank you to the lovely bookmarkers, with your wonderful comments. They had me squealing and kicking my legs. 🥰

anyways now I will never be posting anything to my AO3 ever again until I have enough fics to make it Works (420) /j

#don’t worry #I’m still posting #I just needed to mark this milestone #ao3 #ao3 stats #ao3 writer #ao3 stuff #ut talks #ut’s og trash post

[kokokabana]

After spending 420 gems on extremely disappointing supposedly sex scenes with Daniel/Ryan and Skylar/Jaden, I am now sitting in my chair exhausted after playing a gem scene with Austin/Damien.

You have a stand off with him about who cares more about the other one. My heart is racing. I’m breathless. I squealed and screamed out loud. My teeth are rotting away from all the fluff.

I don’t know what came over me. The whole chatting part must be my absolute favorite where it’s clear how committed those two are, especially MC.

#do like lottie and LOYALTY #guess that’s my kink. undying commitment and LOYALTY #austin russo #damien jones #lovelink austin #lovelink damien #ludia lovelink #lovelink #kikkis.stuff #kikkis.swiping #kikkis.blabbering

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Idk if you saw but drawing dump is done but here have a bonus little guy for your inbox

asdkfjsjfjjsd fucker is LURKING. i love hte tiny little pointy ears u give them it's so cute

#haven smp #the pig squeals #420 fanart

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I FUCKED UP THE QUALITY BUT I THINK IT ADDS CHARM (im coping)

HWY WOULD YOU MAKE THIS JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST OH GOD THE HORROR. WHAT THE FUCK. INTRUDER ASTER IS TERRIFYIGN THANK U

#the pig squeals #caps tw #420 fanart #*angrily saves this to my fanart folder* #horror tw #unsettling tw #idk just in case #eye contact tw #the mandela catalogue #tmc

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blaze star lore fucks

oh HWAT THE FUCK YOU DREW FANART FOR THIS?????? AYO @redflowerr

#the pig squeals #caps tw #420 fanart #blazeclan