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diorsluv · 3 months
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feather , part 19
“ you act like a bitch ”
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missseraphina not quite golden hour but you make it feel like it anyway 🌅
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username16 i’m gagging.
username47 fuck no lmaooo
username3 so cringe
username92 luke isn’t even commenting he’s only liking her posts 😭😭
→ username96 i knowww like this has got to be the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever seen
username77 miss girl is trying way too hard
username30 ignore the haters babe!
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username25 i honestly would off myself
username81 god please tell me this is all just a bad dream
username20 this is my 13th fucking reason. i need my dryshughes crumbs rn
yourusername super cute! golden hour is any hour when you’re with the one you love 🥰
→ missseraphina thanks i guess? lmao and yeah maybe that’s why he always tells me i’m glowing
username1 don’t fucking tell me she just implied that luke loves her in lil drizzy’s replies
username6 there’s no way luke didn’t comment but his ex girl did
→ username49 lmfaooo i don’t think she’s his ex
→ username37 at this point she might as well be
username42 stopp this is so adorable
username21 so happy for u!!
username69 someone gouge my eyes out i’m begging
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trevorzegras kid u make me laugh LMAOOO
→ lhughes_06 glad i could be of service
→ _alexturcotte fr this is too funny
→ colecaufield who needs netflix when you have luke
username56 I CANTTT they all see it as a joke
→ username84 it is a joke bro 💀 like luke’s just fucking around w mississippi
yourusername were u just keeping these photos locked up for months 🙄🙄
→ lhughes_06 i mean they’re not even that old tbh
→ yourusername aw just wanted an excuse to post me huh?
→ lhughes_06 dont even need an excuse
username61 DRYSHUGHES IS MAKING A COMEBACK
→ username4 I AM GOBBLING THE DRYSHUGHES CRUMBS UPP
username73 i just bet my friend $30 they get together by the end of the hockey season
→ username50 ur investing a lot into a relationship that doesn’t even exist yet
→ username73 key word: yet
missseraphina oh but the retro days have been over, no need for a throwback 😁
dylanduke25 i vividly remember you got us kicked out of the restaurant as soon as you threw her over your shoulder
→ lhughes_06 no you got us kicked out bc u squirted ketchup all over mackie
→ mackie.samo you stained my favorite white shirt and i’m still waiting for you to replace it 😒
→ yourusername that was your doing dyl don’t even
→ markestapa i thought it was because eddy kept screaming
→ edwards.73 BECAUSE DUKER WAS HARASSING ME
→ dylanduke25 🙁🙁
_alexturcotte i left you on the curb for a minute so i could heat up the car and i came back to you snuggling
→ lhughes_06 we were tired
→ yourusername WE WERE NOT SNUGGLING
→ jackhughes i mean you did look pretty cozy
→ lhughes_06 i was pretty cozy
username75 luke’s just stirring it up and i’m here for it
→ username21 fr cuz that other girl was bein a bitch to MY girl 🙄
username98 lmfaooo mississauga doesn’t even realize he dont gaf abt her
next chapter notes ) mississippi be doin too much frfr, but its okay bc luke dont even want her 🥱
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toaster-trash · 9 months
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When I tell you I read this I saw it and I WHEEZED I was in TEARS and I shouldn’t be bothered arguing about it but quite frankly I’m trying to procrastinate anyway and I’ve had a god awful week and need to take out my frustrations somehow, ergo, I’m going be petty not because this person disagrees with my reading of the novel, but because they implied that in reading queer or neurodivergent elements in a work, people “can’t see the important themes that the novel is about” which actually does piss me off a fair bit
Right so first before we argue we’ve got to decipher because English apparently isn’t this person’s forte for someone who is, apparently, such an avid reader and esteemed critic of English literature. Also I just realised I haven’t really provided any context here so apologies this was in response to that joke post I made about mischaracterising Frankenstein adaptations (again yes the pettiness is not lost on me but I’m embracing it anyway)
“He is not gay nor autistic” cheers this person disagrees that Victor Frankenstein is either gay or autistic. To each their own. Wonder what kind of backup they’ll have for that argument.
“Pls stop seen representation of us everyone bc u can’t make the difference,” Right so this is where we get confusing, I’m going to take a wild guess and I think they’re trying to say “please stop seeing representation of us everywhere because you can’t make the difference”, and I still don’t know what “make the difference” means, but we’ll go with it.
“read nothing new”, alright so they’re saying people who see representation everywhere read nothing new, and then the kicker that’s kind of the only reason I decided to respond to this anyway, “nor really see the important themes that the novel is about.”
First off, “stop seeing representation of us everywhere”, let it be known that as I make a hundred jokes about Victor Frankenstein being homosexual, I myself am thoroughly through and through without a doubt bisexual as the days are long. Absolutely love men. Also adore women equally. So no, I am not a Disney corporate executive trying to squeeze in as many queers as possible for the entire purpose of using the fact they have representation in media to excuse the fact it’s a shite film but also, not trying to revisit every old piece of media to squeeze representation where it doesn’t really fit or make sense just for shits and giggles. (Also just saying, you made this comment on Tumblr. So even if I was just going haywire with lgbt headcanons on my favourite media with no real backup, who gives a shit? Who actually gives a flying fuck? I don’t. Let people live, man. It doesn’t mean they don’t understand the source material just because they’re having fun and playing loose with it. It’s Tumblr, not a Netflix adaptation. Let people do whatever they want and have fun with it. It’s cool.)
But like I said, I do have backup and a lot of it so let’s get into that, shall we?
First of all, whoo, autism. I’ll be real not really a hill I’m going to die on but the wording you put of “he is not autistic” is just ridiculous because yeah, no, there is a lot of perfectly decent ground to read Victor Frankenstein as autistic and a lot of people do, mostly people who are autistic or otherwise neurodivergent themselves. Just because in the 18th century people didn’t necessarily have the language for things doesn’t mean they didn’t exist, and I mean, now we do. So what’s the harm in using it? They had their own language for things back then, do we have to revert back to speaking in early 19th century English every time we want to refer to a character who was written back then as neurodivergent or lgbt or anything else?? What’s the point in that??
But yeah, Victor Frankenstein. I can’t even be bothered to explain and to be honest every single other person I’ve said “Frankenstein is autistic to” has immediately responded “oh yeah, obviously”, even my father who famously is just hypercritical of all sorts of headcanons just went “oh yeah no for sure the man is definitely autistic no doubt about it”. So instead I’m just going to include some quotes.
My temper was sometimes violent, and my passions vehement; but by some law in my temperature they were turned not towards childish pursuits but to an eager desire to learn, and not to learn all things indiscriminately.
It was my temper to avoid a crowd and to attach myself fervently to a few. I was indifferent, therefore, to my school-fellows in general; but I united myself in the bonds of the closest friendship to one among them.
From this day natural philosophy, and particularly chemistry, in the most comprehensive sense of the term, became nearly my sole occupation.
Two years passed in this manner, during which I paid no visit to Geneva, but was engaged, heart and soul, in the pursuit of some discoveries which I hoped to make. None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. In other studies you go as far as others have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.
Like I said, self explanatory. It’s harder to come up with an argument for why he isn’t autistic than why he is, and frankly, what’s the harm in reading him that way? It doesn’t really change anything about the plot or themes, and his character doesn’t change. It’s just a very probable diagnosis for said qualities. It doesn’t change them, whether you use that word or not. The concept of autism was coined in 1911 anyway, so its not like Mary Shelley’s going to be sat at her writing desk in 1817 writing in big bold letters “BY THE WAY, FRANKENSTEIN HAD AN AUTISM DIAGNOSIS.” It doesn’t change the fact that people still had autism back then, just because the term wasn’t discovered yet. Anyway.
Now, second bit. “He isn’t gay” – now, if you read Frankenstein and thought “ah yes, this man seems perfectly heterosexual to me”, then honestly, sure. Go ahead. But to say that reading Victor Frankenstein as queer in any way means that people “don’t understand the important themes of the novel” is completely bloody ridiculous because, again, there is astronomical ground to read him that way.
Victor Frankenstein never really shows interest in any women in the novel, except for Elizabeth, who he has been raised, since he was five years old, to see as his “gift” and was told by his mother since he was a very young child that he was going to marry her – to the point where his mother, on her deathbed, tells both Victor and Liz: “My firmest hopes of future happiness were placed on the prospect of your union. This expectation will now be the consolation of your father.” Also, they’re cousins/adopted siblings. If you don’t think that’s fucked up, even by the standards of the time, I’m not really sure what to say to you. Of course he married her. And before he married her, he generally expresses very little romantic interest in her bar just expressing as much affection as you would a close friend or sister, or seeing her as his “gift” who he “has to be wed to”. Read any other story from this time period, in this genre, and you will not be remotely questioning whether they’re actually attracted to each-other or not. In fact, here’s an excerpt from The Vampyre, another book born from the same trip to Geneva that Frankenstein was, by John William Polidori, about the protagonist’s love interest:
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And that’s only part of it. So. Yeah. Victor’s lack of romantic affection for Elizabeth is not “a product of its time” nor “a product of its genre.” And The Vampyre is a short story.
And so you may be saying, “well, just because Victor doesn’t show any interest in women doesn’t necessarily make him gay”, and yeah, true that (ace and bi Vic hcs y’all are valid) but there is very good basis to take the reading that he is attracted to men.
For one thing, just the fact that he’s so particular about creating “the perfect man” is subject to a lot of queer readings in itself, but let’s be real here, you all know me enough by now to know that I just want an excuse to rant about Clerval and Frankenstein. And rant about them I shall.
First, I’m lazy, so here’s an excerpt from one of my previous essays I’ve written that I’ve never posted everywhere on Frankenstein in general:
Just as The Creature is Victor’s narrative foil, so is Clerval. He's equally ambitious and fascinated with the secrets of life, however he’s healthy with how he goes about it and healthy with how he keeps the balance between taking care of himself and pursuing his dreams, while Victor goes over the edge and neglects himself and his sense of morality to complete what he set out to do. He's supposed to represent the ideals of gothic romanticism in Victor and he's supposed to be his anchor and support, (something the Creature doesn't have), caring for Victor during his illness, (“reanimating” him, almost, once again showing that comparison between both Victor and Henry, as Henry “reanimates” Victor with compassion and cares for him after, and Victor reanimates The Creature in a haze of obsession and mania and immediately abandons him, showing what Victor could have been), and constantly accompanying and being sympathetic and empathetic towards him. I also find it very interesting how he does also seem to have those darker aspects to him, lying to Victor’s family about the extent of his illness and caring for Victor in his apartment despite the fact that, for all he knew, from the evidence lying around his workspace and Victor’s feverish rambling, he very well could have murdered someone, and Clerval chooses not to press him on the issue and instead to intentionally help Victor cover it up. The fact that Clerval exhibits these traits only makes Victor’s own downfall all the more tragic when we consider that it likely very much isn’t a stretch to imagine that Clerval, too, likely exhibits a lot of the same morbid curiosity as Victor; he isn’t a superhuman figure with purely positive attributes who is completely far removed from Victor’s situation, the only difference is that Clerval chooses to prioritise his own sense of morality over his selfish aims, which only emphasises the point that Victor’s downfall is, ultimately, Victor’s own fault. When Victor "kills" the Creature’s chance of the same support and love (his unfinished bride), the Creature kills Henry and sends Victor into a downward spiral of suicidal thoughts and heavy depression because the character that represented that stability, that romanticism, that balance of keeping healthy, is dead, and that throws Victor downward into his inevitable obsession with the monster's destruction and his own death.
On this point, I feel like it’s worth bringing up that a reasonably good case could probably be made regarding a lot of queer subtext in the novel, although I won’t rant about it excessively as it obviously isn’t the focus, the theme of love is a very prominent theme as I’ve previously mentioned with The Creature; familial love, platonic love, parental love, romantic love, and I don’t think it’s particularly much of stretch to suggest that Shelley, intentionally or unintentionally, might have added a lot more romantic subtext than given credit for. Not that it matters particularly narratively speaking what kind of love is portrayed, but in reference specifically to Clerval and the Ingolstadt chapters there’s a very good argument to be made regarding Shelley’s poor relationship with her own husband and how she may have projected a lot of her wish for that kind of care and sympathy into his character, perhaps not taking into account, or perhaps she did, how it would come across – author intentions are mostly lost with time and we’ll ultimately never know for sure, but even for the standards of the late 18th century when the novel was set and the early 19th century when it was written, “I desire the company of a man who could sympathise with me, whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic,” and “your form so divinely wrought, and beaming with beauty, has decayed, but your spirit still visits and consoles your unhappy friend,” probably weren’t standard platonic sentiments.
And honestly on that essay excerpt, that still sums my thoughts on that subject up pretty much perfectly. After all, a character in a book talking about his best friend going “I loved him with a mixture of reverence and affection that knew no bounds” as well said best friend tenderly nursing him back to health, and the character talking about how his body is “divinely wrought and beaming with beauty” and gently pressing his hand and referring to him constantly as “my dearest”, “my dear” and “my beloved”, while living together and travelling together and talking about how his voice “soothes” him and “cheats (him) into a transitory peace”, pretty gay!
And yes, before anyone says a single thing, if it wasn’t already obvious from the essay excerpt, I do understand “the important themes the novel is about”. I do understand that there are more themes and characters and subject matter, and more than that, I bloody love it! Because this is one of my favourite novels! Of-fucking-course I’m invested in it on a deeper level than “ooOoooh what classical literature characters can I RUIN with my gay agenda today!” But you commented this on a joke post, a joke post, again, on Tumblr. No harm but Jesus Christ if there is a singular platform I can go on and just post stupid bullshit about two book characters from 200 years ago being soft and gay without having to justify that yes, I did in fact read the book, and shock horror yes, I do know that there are other themes, it’s bloody Tumblr. (Absolutely love you lot btw especially all my lovely fantastic incredible mutuals all your takes and readings and art is 👌✨ chef’s kiss)
Oh and by the way, op, I noticed you reblogged this:
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And to be honest if I had to say any take or reading was a misunderstanding of the text, it’d be that one (as well as “Victor is sexist for cutting women out of the creation process” takes – Christ that’s just gross. And feels mildly if not explicitly homophobic.)
So just for shits and giggles to counter that argument, here’s another excerpt from the same older essay as before:
Speaking of Hugo, it is rather interesting how many adaptations and literary criticisms seem to go down the route of the Hunchback of Notre Dame moral of “who is the monster and who is the man?”, suggesting that Victor is the “true monster” of the narrative. And, as much as I am a decent Victor Hugo fan, (I’m over 50% through Les Misérables, have you seen the size of that book? I’d have to be), in reality the point of the story is that neither Creator nor Creation are more monster nor man than the other – Victor mutilates corpses and brings the creature to life, and allows Justine to be executed without owning up to his actions, and The Creature murders a child and a multitude of other innocent people, Clerval and Elizabeth who had nothing to do with anything and Ernest left completely alone with his entire family dead. We can’t acknowledge The Creature’s sympathetic qualities without also acknowledging Victor’s, and regardless, sympathetic motivations don’t make up for immoral actions.
Also this meme, which I can’t for the absolute life of me remember who posted it originally I’m sorry I use it all the time in GCs whoever it was you’re so valid:
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U know I always thought a cute fic idea would be where Joe is on ST set and there’s some riveting scene where he’s rescued from the Upside Down. Yn is the person playing the character but staff have kept Yn hidden from Joe until this point, to build up the suspense and genuine surprise for when he gets rescued in the show. Anyways there’s a riveting scene where Eddie opens his eyes for the first time and yns face is the first thing he sees as she’s in character and “tending” to his wounds. Joe just absolutely immediately smitten like “wow didn’t believe in love at first sight until now” and then as the show filming progresses yn becomes a love interest both on and off screen 😣
the way i felt so awkward writing this because it involves so many people i dont know how to write for, my GOD i hope you like what i've done with it Wordcount: 1.6K
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Shit, that was hot
“Shh shhhh, guys, guys, this is it, quiet!” you managed to get the room quiet enough for the TV to blare over the chatter that had filled the air all throughout the evening.
“Watch that face,” you heard someone mutter from the other side of the sofa.
“It’s so fucking funny,” someone else replied.
You shot eyes at Joe who sat right next to you. He looked annoyed, like he was about to groan, but simultaneously he couldn’t hide his smile. It was adorable.
On screen, in the last episode of the Netflix series you all played parts in, you were all about to watch Eddie getting rescued from the Upside Down. By you.
It hadn’t been revealed to be you yet – not to the audience, as the scene was still working up to its climax, but also not to Joe or many other cast mates when you’d filmed it. It was the biggest secret you had sat on, and it was so difficult to not tell anyone all throughout filming. It had been one of the latter scenes you shot, so getting to know your cast mates had been fun, but the urge of sharing your exciting knowledge with others – never with Joe, you couldn’t fucking wait to see that face – had been almost too much to handle. There was a reason you’d be in quiet meetings with Matt and Ross so often. You just needed to talk about it with someone, just to get your excited jitters out so you’d be able to hold the news off for longer.
During filming, people had heard that there was a piece of script entirely blacked out.
“Ooh, that’s new.” Natalia had mused when Keery had asked her if Nancy was the one to save Eddie from the Upside Down. Natalia had reacted confused; was Eddie going to be saved from the Upside Down? That hadn’t been in her script.
“But look,” Joe had shown them pages of his script, which had so much blacked out dialogue, directions and even character names, he didn’t even know how he was going to rehearse any of it. "It's just directions for me- for Eddie, and then... it's all this shit. What do I do with this?"
“That’s the point.” Matt had made clear when Joe had gone to him with questions. “It’s such a pivotal part in the episode, we need to build maximum suspense and get your genuine reaction as Eddie.” They had skipped the full chuck at the table read and left everyone fully in the dark.
“You don’t think I can act surprised?” Joe had pressed them, instantly insecure at his abilities and his work up until that point, but Matt didn’t want to discuss it any further.
In make-up, Sadie asked if you’d heard about the surprise scene. You had to do your best to pretend to hear of the news for the first time. Amy and Sarah from the make-up department had listened in and you wondered if they knew – why would they need to, you thought first, but then you realized they’d need to get you ready for it when it was time to shoot. Of course they knew. But they’d kept silent, and Sadie hadn’t suspected a thing.
It almost slipped out of you when you heard Gaten talk to Joe and they were both so sure it was going to have to be Keery, the dude who’d asked pretty much everyone if they were the one that was blacked out. Surely, it was to distract from himself. Some sort of sick power-play, having everyone else talking about it and trying to figure it out as he got to sit back all-knowingly.
The small parts of the pages Joe had shown everyone before being told off by Matt and Ross – “Keep that to yourself, Joe. We hand people individual scripts for a reason.” – were perceived to be at least a little flirty. And who had Eddie been the flirtiest with throughout everything they’d filmed up until that point? Definitely Steve.
The words were so close to rolling off your tongue, wanting to pull Gaten aside and let him in on your secret, just to be able to shoot him looks whenever people would talk about it, just so you wouldn’t be suffering by yourself. But the NDA kept you from spoiling the surprise to anyone.
At the last minute, they had to let Maya know. Just her. She’d be on the call sheet as a distraction as to not give anything away to Joe. She didn’t have any scenes that day – you clearly had, but they kept you under wraps. They got Natalia and Joe Keery ready too, for a scene they had together, which still left Joe in the dark as to what exactly Eddie’s faith would be. And then Joel walked onto set, and Joe thought he knew for sure. “Of course, it’s uncle Wayne!” he said when he hugged him, but Joel didn’t know what he meant, and it left Joe with just as little of an inkling as before.
The day before shooting, and with Maya in on it now, you had to come up with reasons to explain your giggles whenever you’d make eye contact. “Maya broke a chair in the make-up trailer,” you said to Joe when you’d gotten strange looks from him. “Catering is doing a number on me.” Maya had laughed, rubbing her hand over her stomach, prompting you to laugh louder.
Your big watch-party of the series had turned into talking over whatever was happening on screen, reminiscing, and reminding each other of inside jokes, alternating with the odd silence when special effects would overwhelm you all to shut up and watch. And now the moment had come, where Eddie was about to almost miss his chance to get out and survive the alternate dimension. By now everyone knew it had been you who was the blacked out person with the blacked out dialogue and blacked out directions, but that didn’t make watching Joe’s reaction to it less fun.
You remembered everyone’s reaction on set when Joe was made to close his eyes as they called cut for just enough time to get you onto set, into the scene. Some of them had seen you be walked in, and had gasped, and Joe Keery had whispered "I fucking knew it," which had only added to the suspense Joe had felt in that moment. The Duffer brothers knew they could do more shots if they needed to, but the dream was to get it all in first go, just because they hadn’t put so much work into keeping secrets just for them to use a shot that wasn’t that first, true, genuine reaction.
When they called action, Joe needed to keep his eyes closed for longer as two hands managed to grab hold of him and yank him out of the situation he was in before shooting Hopper’s police weapon that your character had stolen from his abandoned house in the woods. You shot it right into the face of whatever monster the Upside Down tried to attack Eddie, which would be put in later by the SFX team.
“Watch his face, watch,” you pointed, as giddy as you could be.
“It’s the line, it’s so good!” Keery slapped his own leg repeatedly in suspense for what he was about to hear.
After the shots were fired, and Joe, as Eddie, had bunched himself up on the ground in self-defense, he had opened his eyes and had seen you, holding that gun, arm outstretched, the bad-assery practically dripping off of you. It had done something to Joe, and so that showed in Eddie’s face too – the cameras had captured it perfectly. “Whoa, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until now,” Joe spoke as Eddie in his heavy American accent, panting from the action scene. You had turned back to look at him, and you chuckled. “We’ve seen each other lots, idiot.” And you’d held out your hand to help him stand. “Exactly. But I just now realized I’ve loved you all along. Shit, that was hot.” And then Joe had pulled you in for a kiss that you had gladly accepted. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have – like the world was going to end and you didn’t have tomorrow together. You remember being able to feel Joe's heartbeat in his chest, absolutely desperate to beat its way out of his ribcage. The kiss stopped abruptly though when it got called cut on, and had Matt and Ross laughing as they waved for the two of you to stop making out. They hadn’t included the kiss in the show, but everything else had stayed in.
“Shit, that was hot,” Keery quoted Eddie as he watched it, nodding along and his face showed how cool he thought the line was. It had everyone laughing, but Gaten was in hysterics. Joe was so embarrassed, and you took advantage, poking him in the sides as you watched his face scrunch.
“Okay, okay, all right,” Joe tried to calm the room down.
“Best bit of the show,” you cooed, your face too close to his for the company you were in. “Better than dontcha, big boy?” Joe raised his eyebrows at you. You’d gone on about that line endlessly after witnessing Joe ad-lipping it. “Mmmh, maybe not,” you said, leaning in and kissing Joe on the lips. You were instantly met with thrown over pieces of popcorn.
“You’re damn right, it's not.” Joe Keery commented, stuffing the rest of his handful of popcorn into his mouth.
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sneakybananabox · 2 years
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Would it be ok for u to write a fic where Bea gets absolutely drunk (to rid of jealousy because seeing poppy with carter hurts her) at a bar causing her to makeout with another woman where said girl takes her to a private room to get intimate and Bea passes out in the middle of it? And Poppy happens to see this all unfold and…. U can decide what happens next
I got really into this prompt. Thank you for the request.
Warning: Cursing, drinking, SA
I'm sorry
Bea waited for her popcorn to finish and thought about what she would watch on Netflix, ready for her night in. She decided early on that night she just needed a break. Like every college kid, she was being crushed by tests, notes, and more tests. She was ready to watch some shitty show and enjoy some snacks that probably weren’t the best for her health. Not like it mattered much since her body was toned from working on the farm and her fast metabolism.
Staying in felt like a relief, she didn’t want to be around anyone, especially a certain strawberry blonde. It had been a week since their encounter and it took every part of her thoughts. Everything, in the end, led to her thinking about Poppy and she hated it. She wished that night never happened, even though it was the night she knew she had feelings for one Poppy Min-Sinclair. 
“This is going to be a blast.” Sabina jumped excitedly in costume. She fixed her zoot suit hat and suspenders. The black button shirt and white suspenders with the gray striped dress pants gave her the perfect mafia boss vibe. She kept three buttons open to show off her chest tattoos. 
“I guess.” Bea threw on her red puffy vest, she loved back to the future so when she found the Marty Mcfly costume she was ecstatic. She even found the Nike Bruins with the red swoosh. 
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Bea.” Zoey came from her room in her Dorothy costume. Sabina couldn’t help but admire her. She looked at her smooth legs and the way the dress captured her figure. 
“Wow Zoey. You look beautiful.” 
“Sab, better pick up your jaw off the ground before you trip over it. Bea, I know Halloween isn’t exactly your thing. Tonight is about us letting loose though. We deserve a night to relax and forget all our problems. Now my gorgeous roommates let’s go.”
After arriving the trio went straight to the bar. Now with the strength of liquid courage, it was time for dancing. They were enjoying themselves, letting the music drown out everything. Sabina danced with one of the Zetas before disappearing with her newfound dance partner. Bea looked around for Zoey before seeing her talking to someone from one of her classes. An arm pulled Bea out of the crowd and was met with Veronica.
“Hey Hughes, follow me.” Bea was skeptical. Why was one of Poppy’s minions actually talking to her? She let the alcohol make the call and followed the Zeta anyway.  Veronica entered a room upstairs and sat joining the circle on the ground. Bea looked and saw Chloe, Poppy, Carter, Ford, Liam, and Luis. 
“Veronica what the fuck!? Why is Farmsville here?”
“Well, I figured the most attractive people should be here. Zoey and Sab were unfortunately busy or nowhere to be found. Plus Bea is hot as fuck.” Veronica winked at Bea. She couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.
“Whatever. Everyone just sit down. We are playing spin the bottle. The group will rate the kiss and if you get a low score then you do seven minutes in heaven with that person. The queen will go first.” Poppy spun the bottle and it landed on Carter. She pulled Carter by his costumes and they definitely made sure they got a high score.
Bea went next and the bottle landed on Veronica. 
“Well, Veronicats I hope you enjoy the show. 'Veronica sauntered over to Bea and wrapped her arms around her neck. Their lips met, Veronica’s lips tasted like cherries, and Bea did love cherries. She grabbed Vi by her hips and pulled her closer. She wasn’t always this bold, she would have to thank the vodka for that. Veronica nipped Bea’s lip, but her soft lips soothed her immediately. Finally, they pulled back.
“Damn Bea. We should have done that a lot sooner.” Veronica smiled and pecked her lips one more time before going back to her spot.
“Shit that was hot.” Ford cheered on the two girls.
“Whatever, it wasn't that great,” Poppy mumbled. She didn’t know why everyone was impressed with Hughes. She had done nothing but ruined everything from the moment she stepped onto campus. Another feeling was bubbling in her chest. She decided to just push it down.
The time passed and almost everyone had kissed, even the Alphas had kissed each other. The only person Bea hadn’t kissed was Poppy. She was sure Poppy was using any telepathy to keep the bottle from landing on her, she wouldn’t have been surprised with how much she hated Bea. 
Poppy spun and the bottle twirled, the only thing that could be heard was the glass on the floor. The bottle slowed and landed directly on her arch-nemesis. Bea looked up and wasn’t sure what emotion flashed across Poppy’s face. She got up and approached Poppy and offered her hand.
“Looks like you are unlucky tonight Poptart.” Poppy dreaded this moment but knew it would happen eventually. She grabbed Bea's hand and got up, she stumbled a bit and landed in Bea’s arms. “Falling for me already? We haven’t even kissed.” Bea smirked at Poppy.
“Let’s get this over with.” Poppy grabbed Bea’s shirt and pulled her close. Their lips met hard, but soon they found their rhythm. Poppy tasted like strawberry, way better than cherries. As quickly as it started they broke apart. 
“Hm, I don’t know guys. I think Poppy and Hughes got the lowest score of the night.” Liam announced to the group. 
“I agree Liam. Looks like you two have to do the seven minutes.” Luis agreed. 
“You two are out of your mind.” Poppy complained while glaring at the Alphas. Everyone agreed with Ford and Luis. 
They found themselves in a closet. Bea looked at Poppy and admired her devil costume. It made her look devilish and it made Bea want to sin. 
“Keep your eyes to yourself, Farmhand.” Poppy snarled, she would have to think of a way to get back at the Alphas for forcing this situation. 
“Are we just going to stand here staring at each other?”  Bea wanted to change the subject, she couldn’t help staring at Poppy otherwise. 
“If you think I am going to kiss you again then you are out of your mind.” 
“Okay, I am out of here.” Bea began to walk out of the room, but Poppy grabbed her hand. The room suddenly became ten degrees hotter. Poppy pulled Bea closer, she could feel her breath on her neck. 
“I am no quitter Hughes and I don’t want it live-streamed on Veronica’s stupid channel.” Poppy kissed Bea, snuffing out any words that were at the tip of her tongue. This kiss was different, it wasn’t as angry as before. Poppy rested her arms around Bea’s neck and got closer. She could feel the warmth radiate from the Zeta queen. She pulled her close, emitting a moan from Poppy. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest. Her tongue met Poppy’s lips parting her lips. Their kiss was more than lust, Bea could feel it. They heard a timer, reluctant to part from one another. Without saying another word Poppy disappeared out of the room. All Bea could do was look at the spot the woman once stood in front of her. 
Whenever they would encounter each other after that time, Poppy would avoid her. Her words during their sporadic encounters weren’t as angry. It was like the ice queen lost her chill. She missed seeing Poppy as much. She was grateful that Sab and Zoey came to interrupt her thoughts. 
“Hey sis. I know you have a date with popcorn and Netflix, but there is a party at this crazy house. I heard they have the best catering in the city and Lil Nos F is going to be performing.” Sabina hopped on the couch next to Bea, stealing her popcorn.
“No, absolutely not.” Bea snatched her popcorn back away from Sab.
“Bea, please. I am a huge fan of Nos and if I can talk to him maybe it can help with my djing.” Zoey pleaded while batting her eyes at Bea. She knew that her roommate wouldn’t be able to resist the power of her gorgeous brown eyes. 
“Ugh fine. Only because you asked and not for Sab.”
“Hey! I am right here.”
Bea got ready and they all piled into Zoey’s Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 SUV. They reached the new house at the height of the party. While coming in they greeted their peers as they passed, the trio had taken the campus by storm and were popular amongst the student body. There were waiters with different drinks on platters and different snacks. Bea thought this had to be the fanciest university party she had ever been to, that was saying something considering the school she went to. She grabbed a glittery purple drink from one of the trays to sip on. It tasted fruity but still had the burn going down.
She tried her best to mingle and enjoy herself, she should have snuck some popcorn into the party. She went to the kitchen in hopes of scrounging up her favorite buttery snack. She wasn’t prepared for what she walked in. Sitting on the counter was Poppy making out with Carter. Her head tilted up as he kissed her neck. The whole house could collapse and Bea wouldn’t be able to notice the difference, she had already been crushed. 
Poppy looked at her, but before she could say anything Bea ran out the room. She tried so hard to hold back the tears but failed as they ran down her cheeks. She was mad at herself, of course, Poppy would never be with her. She only saw her as some farmhand. She thought Poppy and Carter had broken up a long time ago. It didn’t matter now, her chance at the ice queen was gone. Bea took another drink, this time a brown liquid, and downed it in seconds. She would do anything not to feel anymore. She needed another drink and quickly.
Four and a half drinks later and the only thing felt was spacey. The music seemed better and everything seemed more vibrant. She was having a blast dancing in the main living room. A girl caught her eye across the makeshift dance floor. She was gorgeous and she couldn’t keep her eyes off Bea. Tonight was a good night to try new things, so with all her courage, she went over to the woman. Walking wasn’t as easy as before, the drinks were doing the walking now, and Bea was just along for the ride.
“Would you care to dance?” Bea offered her hand to the mysterious stranger, only slightly slurring. The woman gave her hand and they went over to the dance floor. They danced closely, their hands roaming each other’s bodies. Bea felt thirsty from the dancing, downing two more drinks to quench her thirst. The stranger and Bea’s lips met messily. Things were getting heated quickly. The woman led Bea to a room upstairs, closing the door. Bea stumbled over to the bed barely able to walk straight. She landed on the bed and could barely keep her eyes open. The girl started kissing Bea and took off her jacket. Bea looked up at the woman and that was the last thing she saw.
Poppy just wanted to get Bea Hughes off her mind tonight. That night back at the costume party meant more than she knew. Poppy had felt something that night in the closet. What would it look like if she ended up with her arch-nemesis? She would lose any credibility she had built for herself. Her pride caused her to take a couple drinks back and almost hook up with Carter at the party tonight. She didn’t think she would run into Bea that night but also wished she would. The look of hurt would be ingrained in Poppy’s brain forever. She left Carter at that moment and just stayed with the Zetas. She watched Bea from afar drinking and enjoying the company of some stranger. The jealous feeling ran through her veins. She had no right to be jealous after the events earlier in the night. She pried her eyes away only to see Bea later stumble barely able to walk going upstairs. Something felt wrong. Poppy went to find Sabina and then get to Bea.
Poppy went to the first door and knocked and heard the girl. She couldn’t hear Bea though. Adrenaline took over Poppy’s thought process, and she was lucky her parents enrolled her in taekwondo. She kicked in the door and saw Bea passed out on the bed. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” The mysterious woman shouted. Poppy wasn’t going to let her get another word out. She rushed and threw a punch at the stranger, landing straight on her cheek. The woman fell to the ground out cold.
"Don't you ever fucking touch her again or I will ruin your fucking life," Poppy growled at the woman on the ground.
Sabina, Zoey and Poppy ran over to Bea. They helped carry her back to Zoey’s SUV and back to the dorm. 
Bea woke up, feeling like she took a brick to the head. She looked around and saw she was back in her room. Sleeping in the chair in her room was Poppy. Maybe she was still drunk or asleep. She looked over and saw aspirin and water next to her bed. She drank the water with the aspirin, knocking over the bottle of pain meds when setting down the water. Poppy jolted awake and blinked sleepily.
“Sorry for waking you Pops.” Bea looked down instead at the blonde in front of her. 
“How are you feeling Bea?” Bea shot her head up making herself dizzy, she had never used her first name before. 
“I feel hungover and stupid. I drank way too much last night.”
“Do you remember anything about last night Bea?”
Bea felt sick as Poppy retold the events from last night and it wasn’t just from the hangover. She was grateful Poppy saw what was happening. She couldn’t help, but feel impressed at the thought of her throwing a punch. Bea looked over and saw Poppy’s lightly bruised knuckles, damn and she hit hard. Shuffling to the kitchen Bea got an ice pack wrapped in a napkin to help Poppy’s knuckles feel better.
“Thanks, Hughes.” A sense of disappointment washed over Bea already missing hearing her first name move past Poppy’s lips.
“I am the one who should be thanking you. You saved me.”
“Be honest with me Hughes. Why did you drink so much?” Bea didn’t know how to answer the question. She didn’t want to burden Poppy with any sense of guilt. 
“I don’t know.”
“Bullshit Hughes. We may not always have been friends, but I know you well enough that you just lied.”
“Ok. Ok. I let my emotions get the best of me last night. I was um- jealous and hurt seeing you and Carter.”
“Shit,” Poppy mumbled under her breath, when would she stop hurting people.
“Don’t do that, Pops. I know what it’s like taking on guilt for other peoples’ actions. You carry that shit around with you and it will ruin you from the inside out.”
“I hurt you and you are still trying to console me. You are something else Hughes” They sat in silence for a moment. Seeing Bea in trouble made Poppy realize that she felt something for Bea. It was more than a kiss that night a month ago. It was time she worked on putting her pride aside. “Bea, what you saw in the kitchen with Carter was a mistake. I did it because I was trying to deny what I felt for.. you.” 
Bea wasn’t sure if it was because of last night or all the emotions coursing through her, but she thought she was going to throw up. Poppy was admitting her feelings for her.
“Poppy Min-Sinclair, are you saying you like me? With this much luck I better try the lottery tonight.”
“Don’t ruin it Hughes. If you don’t feel the sa-”
“Poptart I feel the same way.” Poppy thought her heart exploded for a moment. Her smile beamed across her face. “I know a great breakfast place. I swear the omelets could solve any problem.” 
“A date Hughes? Already?”
“I move quick.” Bea got up and offered her hand to Poppy. She was inches away from Poppy’s lips. “Maybe this kiss gets a better rating than last night?
“Don’t ruin it, Bea.” Poppy closed the distance and kissed Bea, her girlfriend. 
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I don’t know what to do !!!! I want to not text her back. Like never. Thing is I also want to end this but I should do that in person but I’d also rather kill myself than see her again. Oh my godddd like she’s all over her new friend she doesn’t miss me til she wants me but can’t have me. Idk maybe she does deserve this all I need 2 do is think of how many times I’ve cried — I TOLD HER ABOUT THE CRYING BACK IN AUGUST and she was just like sorry I make u feel like shit I am such a terrible friend we shouldn’t be friends then cuz I don’t deserve u and I was like nooo well. I take that back. You actually don’t deserve me and you never have. But then I also think of her many times being conscientious of my chronic fatigue and being like we can just stay at my house and being like stay right here and she’ll go downstairs and get me a drink or like a whole ass meal and we’d watch Netflix and then at night she’d bring me tea before we went to bed T-T I think about that and I just feel sad. THAT’S the friend I wanted. But that’s not all she is and I know that I remember realizing in august that that’s not enough for her that im too boring and what she needs is to actually do insane shit as well as TREAT ME like shit and im supposed to stick around?? Like bye sweetie see you in a couple weeks don’t let the LSD fuck you up too much! She gets herself into the most dangerous situations and the friends she “has fun with” don’t care about her safety at all it’s insane. Like the last 3 years are literally just me telling her please be safe I want to see you come back in one piece and then freak out in my bed. Alone at home. Like. Idk. Idk where I’m going with this. Just that the nice stuff is so nice to think about but it doesn’t happen enough and she didn’t even fucking apologize for the last time we saw each other. She’s so narcissistic she probably doesn’t even KNOW what she did… which is annoying af. Idk idk what to do do I just ghost her then??? Like I’ve been friends with her for YEARS like this isn’t just a new silly thing. I have gone through hell and back to get her back to me. And now I’m just giving up? Yeah I am idc. So what I just never see her again? I don’t want her to hate me I want her to fucking reflect which was my intention when I sent her like thousand word paragraphs in august telling her basically how she was treating me like shit but then also being like but ilysm which fucking sucked cuz I don’t really like telling ppl I love them it makes me uncomfortable. But anyway. FUCK idk. I wish someone could just tell me what to do cuz idk what to do. I guess I just won’t text her back and will probably see her around Christmas which would probably ruin it. But idk maybe I need to actually talk to her about and actually say like I can’t be your friend anymore or like. We need a break or smth. Idk I’m torn up I don’t want to do that I just want to never see her again. I would probably do all this if she wasn’t still hanging out with that other girl. I probably would’ve sent her thousand long paragraphs 2 months ago spelling it all out for her but what ur still having fun? Ok continue then idgaf fucking hell but you’ll text me when you need help you’ll text me when u massively fuck up for reassurance and my amazing fucking advice I’m the mom friend and therapist friend wrapped into one THING IS I would’ve given her advice if she took it the first time around... actually the first 20 times around but for this specific situation I told her smth in January and she was like On It 🫡 and then she never fucking did it i told her again in August and she got mad at me she got fucking mad but then her new friend comes around and SHE gets the credit for helping u out of ur relationship???? It was ME it was all fucking me my god. I can’t she’s not getting a text back
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It was the afternoon, school had been let out and I had gone home to change and pack my bag. Our spring break had started. I walked to your house which was right up the road. I knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. I- Eren, 18 stood at the door way at 5'11 and had jet black short hair with hazel eyes and a great smile. I was wearing my lazy clothes, a black t-shirt with grey sweatpants with no boxers which made my 9' cock visible at time when I sat down or ran. I was toned and very fit. I waited paitently at the door.
The door burst open and you have to jump back to avoid it. You see me in the doorway, a 5’1 skinny guy with curly, shoulder length black hair. I’m looking up at you with a wide grin and you can see the sun reflecting off my glasses. I’m wearing my lazy clothes too but they’re different to yours, I’m wearing a white crop top and dolphin shorts, you can see a little bit of my red g-string poking out of them, and chick Taylor’s. You can hear my dad shout at me from inside to cover up when I go out and with that I grab my massive bag with a struggle and shut the door. I drop the bag on the floor and point my toes towards eachother and shake my hips “you excited?”
I blushed looking at you, only seeing you in this attire when we have 'sleep overs' I came in and nodded. "Of course why wouldn't I be?" I smirked back at you, confident I had built up confidence to be more assertive toward you today. (You coming over my house? Or are your parents leaving??)
(At this point, no one’s in the house and I didn’t bring a bag)
“Come in bro, I’ve been waiting for you” I walk back through the door and walk to the living room. I jump onto the couch and land on my knees with my butt on my heels, this makes practically all of my asscheeks out but I act oblivious. “what’s the wait”
I come in a d sit next you you very close. "Have any plans, anything you wanted to do?" I asked leaning back, looking at your ass, obviously starring at it.
I lean back and lay my head in you lap, grinning at you. “I don’t know, we could maybe play games or watch a movie or something”. I reach my hands past my head and ouch then against the arm of the couch. “How about you, we could order food too”
I blushed as you laid on me, I looked yout body up and down again. My hand gently rests on your chest, my other hand gently playing with your hair. "U-uhmn.. I'm fine with whatever. I-its up to you." I could smell your sweet scent as you laid one me, your figure looked so good in this position, I couldn't help it, the hand on your chest slowly lowered and caressed your side., rubbing from your hip up to your ribcage and back down
“Oh, you’re getting touchy. I don’t mind though” I grab the remote and turn on the tv. I open Netflix and put on the first movie that comes up. I flip onto my side and my hips are hurting out more now. “We’re just two straight friends anyway, right?”
I nodded quickly, "Y-yeah of course, plus we always say 'No homo' before doing anything sus." I laughed alittle. "As long as there's a 'No homo' it's totally straight." My hand eased down to yout hip, rubbing it softly before I can't take it. "N-No homo..." I gulped slightly reaching down and grabbing a handful of your big juicy ass, giving it a nice squeeze
I bite my lip and then jump up. I move over and sit on your lap facing you, my legs on the outside of yours and my butt on your knees. I’m facing you and lean in closer. “No homo, bro” I whisper in your ear. I grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it over your head. I put my hands onto your chest. “It’s not gay to grab my butt now” I wink at you
I nodded, grabbing your ass with both hands as I locked eyes with you, squeezing, rubbing, and spreading your ass apart. My cock began to grow under you, throbbing agaisnt your bugle. "D-damn... i-im not gay, but fuck is your ass better than any girls I've ever seen or felt." I shyly admitted as I could feel myself moving closer to you, my lips only a few inches from yours.
“You’re just saying that. You’ve not even felt all of it yet” I wink at you and then lean over, I kiss your neck and one of my hands moves down to your crotch, I grab it and look back up at you. “You like this huh? Just you wait” I arch my back more and lean in again, I start kissing your chest and lightly biting your nipples
I began panting as I gently rolled my hips, making my hard cock rub agaisnt your ass and bulge, moaning lightly as I held your hips "n-nm~ fuck~"
I grind on your dick and stop moving for a second. Slowly pull down my shorts and you can see the tiny thong that I’m wearing. “You like them bro? I wore them just for you.”
I nodded again, gently rubbed your almost bare ass. "Fuck... you're.. pretty sexy in these, I can't lie, but no homo tho, I'd totally hit." I gently spanked you before rubbing your ass more, my cock screaming for attention as it throbbed over and over in my pants
“I can feel you, you know, feels like you need to be set free”. I run both my hands down your body and they arrive on your easier and, I look you in the eyes and bite my lip. I unbutton your pants and your big dick stands up straight away. “You we’re going commando? You must’ve wanted this, huh?” I wink at you and then slide off of the couch and out of your grip. I’m on my knees between your legs, you’re sitting on the couch and I’m on the floor infront of you.my hands grab your pants and swipe them down to your ankles. I grab your hand and put it on the back of my head. “Show me what you want, bro”
I instinctively began to youllyour face to my cock, you had me all flustered and aroused. "C-come on, isn't it obvious?" Not wanting to say it out loud as my cock twitched
My hand gently hold the back of your head, gritting my teeth as you sucked me so good already. "Nn-nnm~ f-fuck." I panted as my cock throbbed in your mouth over and over. "I-i actually haven't been with a girl mmn~ before."
I keep sucking while I hear that and then open my mouth wide. My tongue hangs out and licks the shaft all the way up as I come to say something. “Let me be your first girl then” I whisper. I then turn my head sideways after putting your dick in my mouth again and you can see your cock bulging in my cheek.
"Nn-nn-nn~ f-fucking s-shit." I panted hard, precum oozing on your bulging cheek, I watched you use my cock to make your cheek puff out, licking my shaft. "G-god~ ah~ k-keep going mmn~ like that, and ah~ I'm gonna burst in no time." My face was a bright pink, so ebmrassed how you easily made my cock feel so good. Am I actually gay? Why does he turn me on so much? Why does my cock feel soo good to his touch?! I kept thinking to myself. "Nn-nnmmn~ shit.". I nodded in agreement, wanting you to be my first girl
Now that I have your permission I go all out. My head immediately dives down to the base of your dick, I gag and lick your balls, I then lift my head up and let you see the strings of saliva in my mouth. I go up and down again and again and you can see my shoulders tense up and my butt push out every time I get to the base and gag. After a few goes, I get to the bottom and stay there, I gulp and swallow the tip of your cock down my throat and only stop when I have to cough. “You’ve been leaking precum this whole time, are you sure my mouth is all that you wanted?” I keep eye contact with you while also licking the tip, waiting for your answer
I watched you as you struggled with my cock, moaning with every bob and lick. Watching you push yourself to take my whole legnth made me rock hard, twitching and throbbing a bunch as my cock left your mouth, watching you lick the tip as you spoke to me. I looked to the side, blushing harder still. "B-but... i-nnm~" I looked back at you eith a shy look. "A-am... am I gay?" I asked softly. "I-i want more... does that make me gay?" I asked, gently putting my hand on your cheek, rubbing it with my thumb
“No baby, we said no homo” I climb up onto the couch again and look you in the eyes. “Just treat me how you would treat a girl and it wouldn’t make a difference.” I slide my panties off and throw them onto your face. I climb on top of you and hover above your dick. “You say the word and I’m your girl, baby”
I blushed more. Gently sniffing your panties for a moment before taking them off my face, setting them next to me as I held your hips as you hovered over my cock. "Nn-m.. w-what- what if we were gay... and i-i wanted to fuck you.. as you?" I asked as I kissed you softly.
“I’ll be whatever my best friend wants” I slowly lower myself down. “I’ll take that as a yes then” my asshole touches the tip of your dick and I see your eyes widen. I plop my self down, “oh fuck” I mutter to myself. I take your hand and put it on my little dick. “Hold on babe.” I then start sliding up and down on your cock. My mouth is wide open and my head is all the way back.
My eyes widened, and then shut quickly as your whole ass engufled my cock. I held your cock, jerking you as you rode me, my free hand held the lower part of your back as you rode me, moaning as I kissed all over your chest. "Nn~nnm~ yes, yes~ ahh~ fuck~."
My breathing is heavy and I kiss the top of your head, each time I go up, I go deeper down onto your dick. I wriggle my body around as I feel you teasing my dick. “No one- no one has ever touched it before.” I eventually get balls deep in your dick. “Aha- oh. It’s so big, it’s-it’s in my chest.” I move in a circle motion on your crotch.
"Nn-nnn~ f-fucking j-jesus." I panted more on your chest, whining as it felt so good as you teased me by gyrating on my cock with your hips. My nails gently dug into your back as you did so, bitting my lip as I let out more soft moans. "Nn-nnm~." I kept softly jerking your cock, using my thumb to tease your tip, looking down at your cock moving in circles as your hips moved.
You see my cock twitch and then all of a sudden, my load shoots out. It shoots all over you, on your chest, your arms and a little bit on your face. “Oh my god, I’m -f fuck- so sorry. Let me cleaning that.” I push you cal and you’re now leaving back. I stick my tongue out and lick it off of your tongue. “Better” I start bouncing up and Down again.
I blushed madly, my cock throbbing inside of you as you came on me. Tasting it only for a second before you kissed me, stealing it. I stroked your tip more as moned with you continuing to ride, I nodded. Wiping the extra cum from your cock with my finger, I slowly raise my finger to my mouth, licking the cum off with a shy blush, swallowing it, and kinda liking it.
I blush more when I see this and grab your hand. I put it on my flat chest and tell you to squeeze. “Squeeze it, baby. Feel my bitch boy chest.” You grab and squeeze as much as you can but really it’s just pinching my hard nipples. I love this and you feel my ass loosen when you do.
I leaned in and sucked on your other nipple, as my hand gently pinched and played with your left one, moaning softly as you were still riding me. "Nnmm~ ah~ mmmn~"
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