#like im sorry is this 2016 again? fuck off

[captainshyguy]

getting real tired of the underlying 'well trans guys arent AS oppresed so who cares what they think' implications to posts ive been seeing recently, like. we did this with ace people already guys. can we fucking not

#if any of y'll come at me in the replies im blockingn u on sight btw #unfortnately its been makig me so uncomfy and upset that i cant even remember which blogs im following thats doing it #like. why is tumblr so obsessed with puttign every identity on some hierarcy scale #fucking stop it #ur letting the damn t*rfs divide us again. #'this person has it worse so everyone has to shut the fuck up and listen to ONLY THEM' #like im sorry is this 2016 again? fuck off #luke rambles #'this person is more opressed than this one so the second person has privelege over them!11!1' like. shut up. #we;re supposed to be a fucking community #why are we fightingn over which of us 'has privelege' over the others and not like. bandng together over those who want us dead #come the fuck o i should not be seeing ths shit in 2024

[pyonzzz]

sigh. heres a reminder that endogenic systems literally cannot exist as being a system is a trauma based mental illness and claiming that systems are "naturally occuring" is actually really offensive because again being a system is caused by trauma. please dont follow me if youre an endo system or believe theyre valid. our dissociation and struggles to fit in with society arent a cute trend or something you can roleplay as because its fun and cute to have "multiple personalities" or to have your fav character living in your head rent free in more than a blorbo way. being a system has its fun moments but its not something you should want and definitely not pretend to have.

so again

dont follow me if youre endogenic or support endogenic systems.

#im not putting my filter tags on this im dead of ass rn #i wish it was common knowledge how offensive endo systems are to traumagenic systems but noooo #this is like the 2016 fad of pretending to have 'multiple personality disorder' and tics all over again #get off tik tok and get help. touch grass #no but even if you cant get a professional diagnosis because i know not everyone CAN get one #if you think youre a system that just poofed into existence? fuck off. that cant happen. that literally goes against what a system is #i hate endos stop pretending to be a system for attention youre so annoying #im sleepy and coming off a high sorry for the word vomit

[hp-hcs]

😜💖 friendship is magic 😌✨ (Chapter Four of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

❕new addition of Regulus Black❕

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. just slow plot shit this chapter, i’m afraid

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Determined to find the source of the leak, Blaise tromps back out to the hall to find wherever the L/Ns stashed their pole hook to open the attic. Tucked away in a dusty corner is where Blaise finds it, and he carries it back into Y/N’s room with a pleased expression.

This was going to be a piece of cake. If Blaise could find the leak and patch it up, maybe the L/Ns would put in a good word with the courts and shorten their sentences. Or his, anyway.

Slowly raising the pole hook up towards the ring handing from the attic ladder, Blaise missed multiple times, the ring bouncing off of the hook.

“Hey.”

“Holy fucking-” Blaise startles and drops the pole hook, taking a step back. The figure standing in the doorway of Y/N’s room waves awkwardly.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Regulus? Er- Regulus Black? I’m the grocery boy for the L/Ns.” He trails off, motioning to the milk crate he held against one hip that was practically overflowing with produce and wrapped butcher’s packages.

“Oh! Yes, yeah, sorry. Uh, house just has me on edge is all,” Blaise rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Do you need help with the groceries?”

Regulus’ eyebrows raise and he smiles. “That would be fantastic, actually,” he turns on his heel, already starting down the stairs.

Blaise has to jog to catch up, following the spry boy ahead of him down to the kitchen. Regulus is maybe a year younger than him, but has far too much energy for five in the morning.

“So why are you lot here? The L/Ns aren’t exactly known for their warmth and welcoming-ness. If you’ll excuse my bluntness, they don’t really have a propensity for entertaining guests.”

“They’re on vacation. Uh, we’re here as part of a…community service punishment,” he winces as he skates around the truth.

“Ah, nice,” Regulus seems unruffled as he puts away a carton of eggs. “What are they making you do? House-sitting?”

“Uh, babysitting.”

Regulus hums. “Ah, really? They didn’t take Y/N with them? That’s pretty surprising.”

Blaise startles. “Please tell me you don’t also think it’s…”

“Alive? ‘Course not. But it’s better to just humor them. Mrs. L/N gets awfully upset if you mention anything about it being inanimate, and this job pays too well for me to want to piss off my employers.”

Blaise laughs. “That’s fair. So…was there really an Y/N? Like, an actual one?”

Regulus nods, handing him a stack of cans and motioning towards the cabinet they belonged in. “Mhm. We were never allowed to play with them when we were kids. My older brother always called them freakish. And Mr. L/N only ever described them—the one time I asked, back when I very first started working for them—as odd.”

Blaise pauses halfway through stacking apples in the fruit bowl. “You knew them? Like, you were the same age?”

“They were a year or two older than me, but yeah,” Regulus accepts the mug of coffee Blaise offers with a quiet thanks, sitting down with him at the kitchen table.

“Anyway, story goes that they were playing out in the woods with Brahms—he was their only friend, that I know of—and they got in an argument or something… Mr. Heelshire—that’s Brahms’ dad—found ‘im by the river, skull all smashed up. The police chief wanted to question Y/N, you know, just to cover all the bases, but nobody could find ‘em and then-”

Regulus makes a fwoosh noise, setting down his mug to spread his hands out as if to imitate an dramatic explosion.

“Boom! The L/Ns’ house completely burned down. The only person inside? Y/N L/N.”

Regulus takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Look, I’m not saying they’re connected, but…”

Blaise shivers, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “How long ago was this?”

“Oh, a while. Happened when I was real young. I think Y/N was…eight or nine. Should be just about a decade since then.”

“So why the doll?”

“Nobody knows,” Regulus shrugs. “They rebuilt the house after the fire, and then the doll just showed up one day. It’s creepy as fuck, I’m aware.”

“Just a bit,” Blaise drawls.

Regulus laughs. “You seem cool, man. D’you wanna come hang out with me sometime? I could take you to the good restaurants in town for like, lunch or something. Lord knows you gotta get outta this house.”

“Sounds great,” Blaise grins. “Would be nice to hang out with literally anyone other than those guys. I love ‘em, but y’know.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how ‘bout today? There’s this awesome old-school diner that makes the best onion rings-”

Regulus chatters on, promising to pick Blaise up at noon for lunch. Blaise smiles, actually smiles, and tells him he can’t wait. After walking him out to his car, Regulus calls from the window, in a sing-song voice,

“See you soon, Blaisey-Waisey!”

Merlin, he’d get along great with Pansy, Blaise muses as he walks back towards the house.

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #hp x gn reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott #draco x reader #x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #x gender neutral reader #hp x enby reader #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #enby reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheo riddle #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[pseudophan]

was there ever a time their relationship status WAS in question? I watched them in like 2010 but stopped paying attention until BIG so I missed everything

LOL this is potentially the funniest possible phannie journey. you essentially left right before everything blew the fuck up and returned as it settled like, oh hi sorry did i miss anything?

but i mean, yes. yes it was very much in question. once they properly blew up and the vday video leaked (events that, unfortunately for them, pretty much coincided) dan freaked the FUCK out and was mr heterosexuality i-don't-know-what-gay-people-are for a year or two. to the point where he was honestly a bit of a cunt for awhile, but in hindsight it's like.. that's fair. i mean, it wasn't, because he'd play along and be like lolol yea me and phil are a bit gay lol and then suddenly did a 180 like everyone kill yourselves for even thinking it ! but it all makes a lot of sense, it's fine, boy was having a sexuality crisis to end all crises and got very famous very quickly all at the same time. and everyone who made him famous was breathing down his neck asking if he sucks dick. not a great time.

this was 2012, and as any seasoned phannie will know that year is infamous lmao. a lot of it was just phannies making shit up, tbf, but also a lot of it stemmed from very real shit. like, you can TELL the vibe was off. it's pretty obvious things weren't all sunshine and happiness in the dan and phil household for awhile there. and this weird vibe combined with dan going on rants on tumblr kind of did irreparable damage to the phandom for awhile, because even after dan mostly got over it (by the middle of 2013 he had chilled out and was back to joking about phan etc, even if he was still sneaking in little 'im straight btw' mentions now and then) phannies were so afraid of scaring him off again it became this huuuuuge thing. like. on one hand a lot of us did think they were together, but tbh in 2013-2014 i don't think the majority did! a lot of people wanted them to be, but it wasn't like now when it's just kinda accepted that they actually are. then in 2015-2016 they got even bigger and by now there were enough new phannies who didn't experience 2012 that people were a bit more chilled out in regards to saying if they're together or not. and since then it's just kinda... kept evolving. generally as the years passed it became more of an occam's razor thing, like, statistically what's more likely, they're together (in some shape way or form) or they're, somehow, actually just friends who've always just been friends. then they came out and everyone was like oh ok then. and now we've kinda revived the discourse but this time it's a lot less dramatic

#this is. the very short version #honestly things changed month to month #its been a wild journey #answered

[strangelockd]

You Can Tell Me Anything

Pairing: StephenStrange x !Reader

Synopsis: You forget to take you medication which lead to a disagreement. But Stephen comes up with a solution.

Word Count: 873

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, brat taming, mentions of anti depressants and dark thoughts, mentions of self doubt, slight angst, happy ending.

A/N: This is dedicated to anyone out there who struggles with their mental health.

Stephen helped save my life in 2016 and became my earthly hero ever since, my comfort character. I hope this story makes you feel not alone and brings comfort.

If you or anybody you know, is suffering from a mental health crisis please contact the link below ❤️ You are not alone

“Fuck off Stephen Strange!”

Slamming the door anger washed over as you wept into your hands. Locking the latch, you slumped to the floor with your back against the door. Stephen was always a blunt man who hardly minced his words. It was one of the many traits you admired yet loathed about him. Usually you banter back and forth, but today his words cut you deep as the tears continued to flow. You knew he had good intentions about reminding you to take your medication, but there are days he felt more like a parent instead of a boyfriend.

Knock knock knock

“Babe come on open the door”

“No! I said leave me alone!” You screamed.

“Technically you said, ‘Fuck off Stephen Strange’,” he smirked behind the door keeping his temper.

Smartass…

He could feel you rolling your eyes, “but Im not leaving until you open the door.” Crossing his arms Stephen leaned against the tapestry wall drumming his fingers against his forearm.

“Babe Ive waited five hours by a doorstep in Kathmandu, believe me, I can wait.”

Rolling your eyes once more you brought yourself upright wiping the tears from your cheeks. Opening the heavy wooden door crossing your arms in defense you looked down at your feet. Stephen stepped towards you slowly stopping an arms distance between you. 

“Listen,” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head, “Im sorry for being so pushy earlier”

“No, its my fault, I shouldn’t have lied about taking my medicine,” clutching your shoulders Stephen saw you shaking, and it made his heart hurt. He hated seeing you in such mental turmoil. 

“Yes, that would have been the wisest option,” he whispered, “its just that, I wish you didn’t lie to me. You know you can tell me anything” His background in medicine reminded him of the consequences of suddenly stopping anti depressants, the symptoms can be terrible if not worse then before taking them. 

Dropping your arms, you muttered a little over a whisper, “I just don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life. I feel like an idiot,” you could barely bring yourself to say the final part before the tears flowed once more. Stephens eyes grew wide as he stepped forward breaking the distance between you bringing you into his sturdy frame. His strong forearms braced you tightly as you clutched onto his robe for dear life.

“Shh…shh its ok babe. It will be okay. Take a deep breath,” he felt you exhale and admired your obedience, “Now look at me,” taking your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked into your eyes. Releasing a sniffle, casting your eyes up his cerulean gaze. 

“First off,” he demanded, “If I ever hear you call yourself an idiot again. I will put you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass till its pink. Your lucky I haven’t done that already for lying” Your cheeks flushed at the sudden dominance; you knew it was meant as a threat. But in an odd way it turned you on. Pinching your legs together you shuffled your feet.

Taking your hand Stephen led you to the bed setting you on his lap as you comfortably laced your arms around his neck while he supported your waist. He paused taking the time to choose his words carefully before speaking. 

Breaking the silence he beseeched, “Now, tell me why you stopped taking them”  

Fidgeting with your fingers you paused taking a breath, “I thought I could do it on my own. I was feeling better and figured I didn’t need them. I feel weak for relying on medication bc then that means that you’re not enough. And you make me the happiest in the world Stephen.”

Stephen sighed slightly shaking his head, “you’re not weak,” grabbing your hand he brought it to his heart, “Taking medication does not make you weak babe. For example, if there was something wrong with my heart, you would advise me to take medication for it right?” Nodding you shook your head giving a slight smile. “Plus, I still have to use a spell to tame my tremors” Nodding again he made a clear point.

“Then whats the difference between that and this,” your eyes froze to his kind yet stern expression. He was right, you hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Your right Stephen,” leaning in giving him a kiss his goatee tickled your chin as his lips trailed down your neckline, “Im so sorry”

Stephens hands gripped you tightly as you continued your kisses down his collarbone making him groan in your ear.

“Its okay,” he gasped as you placed a nip on his earlobe, “Just tell me next time. Maybe we can set up and alarm to remind you.” 

Pulling away you smiled back nuzzling his nose, “I like that idea”

With a gesture of his hands Stephen summoned your pills and phone. Tapping the screen, he opened you phone adjusting the timer to include a giant pill emoji when alerted. Tossing the phone aside he gave the orange bottle a gentle shake, “Now, shall we give this another go?” He smiled kindly kissing your knuckles. 

Nodding your head, you smiled. Knowing you never had to face anything alone. Good or bad you always had Doctor Stephen Strange in your corner to be your rock to lean on.  

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[redjaybathood]

I'm sorry, I am still in the bomb shelter so I need to take my mind off the things like sounds of explosions and how my stomach is hurting right now from stress+constant coffee bc I've been pulling doubles and weekends on 3 hours of sleep basically the whole week+I literally have no food money left so I'm eating like, once a day and it's the cheapest crop there is. So yeah, my stomach is fucked up again.

Anyhow! Need to take my mind off things, and been browsing Tumblr insomuch as weak connection allows me. So happened upon a post that was about fixing Jason in comics. And the thing is, it's not about this particular post, I've seen a lot of them. By fixing things, people propose different things. Leave Gotham, have some of his own friends so not to steal from Dick of Tim, being community minded, etc etc. And most of the things listed are already in the canon.

Jason got his own friends back in 2016 with Artemis and Biz. Of course, Wonderfam/Artemis fans weren't happy about it either. And nobody would. You can literally not allow any established hero or villain or any character at all, to become Jason's friend, because it's stealing. You just need an OC. But fandom doesn't like OC that much either, seeing how when he got some more friends in 2020ish with Dana Harlowe (with a few unfortunate mentions in between, like Max Dawkins, fridged, and Numbers, rewamping Jason's story in Ma Gunn's school, never to be seen again), people were harping that it's rewriting Jason's history again, because he didn't have any childhood friends, otherwise he wouldn't be so alone and died. Now some people say that Martinborough doesn't respect Jason as a character and makes his OC the star of the show. So this doesn't work either.

Leave Gotham. He left Gotham plenty in 2016 run, and I'm not scandalsavage to be up to date on sales figures so I don't know how it did, financially speaking. İ would bet not that good tho. İ didn't enjoy the Year of the Villain event and Jason's group of kids/teen villains, and I don't see anyone enjoying them or even bringing them up in meta or hc or fic much. Yeah, I would bet it didn't do all that good. So. They probably wouldn't do that anymore.

And there's people who, the opposite. They want Jason back to street level, as if he ever was. Okay, so Red Hood: The Hill.

And there's people who say, Jason should help community in other, cool, hip, anarchist ways of growing community gardens or whatever. Do charity like multi gazillioner Bruce Wayne does. And wadda you know, Jason also did charity in canon! Again, Rebirth. İceberg Lounge arc.

The problem is consistency. The problem is making it matter for more than the issue it appears in.

İm sincerely holding up hopes for Martinborough's run. İt's a mini series, as far as I remember, and they're supposed to be easier in that - if you don't count, like, Rosenberg's Man Who Stopped Laughing being fucked by Zdarsky's Gotham War (fucking distasteful ; could have come up with a better name: Lover's Spat; or, Consequences of Not Getting Enough Sleep. Which honestly, I can relate, Bruce. Can relate.)

But from what I ve seen from the first issue, it's not exactly... There's too much going on and I don't know where he's going with it tbh.

#jason todd #fandom discourse

[fantasydaydreamers]

SEASON 6 MHA COMMENTS BC I HAVE SOME THINGS TO SAYYYY

(SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT SO IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL OF SEASON 6 YET DNI!!!!)

I WILL PROB DELETE THIS LATER (IDK) BUT IM IN SHAMBLES RN ESPECIALLY AT EPISODES 23 AND 24 !#+'+#{HFJWHXJ

good LORD where do i start?!?!?!

i guess ill just post screenshots of my fav things i saw and go from there????

HELLO????? LMAFAOOOO getting this out of the way first because it caught me off guard and i died lmfaooo

OKAY NEXT IMPORTANT THING>>> DABI'S REVEAL?!?!?!? HEY....SEEING IT ANIMATED WAS D I F F E R E N T. ALSO....HE REALLY DID TALK HIS SHIT??????? like endeavor is an ass and was a shitty father but holy hell touya said fuck all and ruined the todoroki reputation

AND BROADCASTING IT???? hey!!!! he had a story to tell and mf TOLD IT. that shit was WILD

(probably one of my fav screenshots ever bc his expression and the art.....he looks INSANE. i love him)

"you reap what you sow" is such a HARD line. and very true.

touya is THAT bitch. sorry not sorry he talked his shit and said what he had to say...FOR YEARS.

an icon.

OKAY MOVING ON....

I just wanna say that the civilians....villains.... and the corrupt side of being a hero was really winning me over for about half the season. they would say some shit and id be like "....they have a point...." and i think it was inevitable for citizens to start rioting and going rogue. but damn dude....the heroes retiring....THE ONES WHO DIED??? mIDNIGHT?????? MY GIRL!!!! NOO!!!!

hey????? what the fuck is going on????

i do want to make another comment that mirko is also that bitch. her fight scene was badass and she has such unwavering strength to her i was on the edge of my seat tbfh.

OKAY i skipped over this completely (sorry my brain is in shambles) BUT HAWKS?????? HIS HISTORY AND FIGHT WITH DABI??? HIM KILLING TWICE?!?!?!? WHOOOOAAAAAA

hey i love hawks tho, if anything this made me love him more bc of his past and how strong he is??? i wanna kiss him.

FAST FORWARDING TO DEKU'S DRAMATIC ASS LEAVING UA.

i mean....sure i understand his reasoning....but can he practice what he preaches???? he talks all the time about how "we're all going to be heroes...we're all in this together" but leaves every single classmate a personalized note (while explaining how he has one for all) and takes off???? so dramatic for no reason i was like PLS BE SERIOUS!!!!

but i loved the symbolism in his hero costume...the more intense he got and focused on his 1-way thinking, the more he started to look like a villain. THAT was crazy.

NOW. WHEN BAKUGOU FOUND HIM???????

HE REALLY CALLED DEKU OUT TBFH

they both love all might and all might saves people with a smile right?????? DAAAMMMNNNN BAKUGOU REALLY CLOCKED HIM!!!!!!! I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS???

my man my man my man-

if anyone here is new to my blog, hello. i love bakugou katsuki. he is my favorite ever and i have deep emotional ties to him since i watched mha when it was first released in 2016. i love him so much and will never be able to stress that enough.

NOW.

WHEN THEY FINALLY CAUGHT DEKU AND BAKUGOU HAD HIS MONOLUGE CONFESSING EVERYTHING TO DEKU AND HOW HE STILL DOESNT FEEL STRONG ENOUGH AND SEES HIMSELF AS WEAK?????? AND APOLOGIZED?!?@E>?4/r HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM!!!!! NOT!!!!!!! OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!

that was a lot to process and im still not comprehending how he sees himself like that (oh yeah....he has TRAUMA that i feel like UA hasnt taken seriously) class 1a crying too while listening????? literally im jumping off a roof

bc ochacos speech was moving too and the fact that news spread about deku being targeted is crazy and citizens really dont like him....but accepting him back in made my heart warm.

.....BATH TIME!!!!!

kaminari is so right. (hot showers are healing) finally something warm hearted after 24 epsiodes of death and pain and suffering??????

A BATH?>$:R>

ALSO HEY WHEN BAKUGOU STARTED TALKING AGAIN ABOUT RIVALS LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

KAMINARI AND KIRISHIMA WERE LIKE "....bro...." LMFAOOO I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

finally to wrap this up i would just like to say that stain is such an interesting character. like....his ideology is different and just so fascinating? i need to watch a character review or something on him bc hes honestly one of the top "villains" in mha aside from shigaraki and dabi (imo)

stain is also for the girls.

the tartarus breakout and the one villain was screaming "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS-" and stain killed his ass, no hesitation. (id hate to imagine wtf that villain did with girls before to get locked up in tartarus...)

bc stain didnt even kill the guard while retrieving the info chips?? he killed a fellow villain and thats fascinating to me.

okay that concludes this rant. im not okay. season 6 was hell. HIGH SCHOOLERS ARE SAVING JAPAN. 'surpassing all might' should not be a conversation anymore (we're WAYYYY past that)

#my hero academia #mha s6 #boku no hero academia #bnha season six #bnha s6 #my hero academia season 6

[wehavekookies]

How did you first get into art? And how did you learn? Im beginning to learn drawing now and am excited/scared for the process

Oh hell yeah, there is a lot to be excited for! The ability to create an image out of what You carry in Your head is a super cool thing, so I hope You enjoy it <3 I don't think there is really anything to be scared of tbh, except that it takes time to get places, but what doesn't.

For me it was a three part journey. Part one was a classic "I've been drawing since i remember and then i went to art school" which in my case ended in me really disliking drawing to the point i convinced my teachers i should focus on photography actually, so i was doing that for a couple of years instead. Which from the perspective of time was quite useful, because I'm using tons from what i learned in photography field now and I appreciate all that, but back then i was was like: drawing sucks lol.

Part two was me having a massive depression episode in my 20s that put me out of the game for several years, but I needed some outlet to communicate and express myself, and drawing seemed perfect for it since it involved only me and a piece of paper, so I got back to it and was drawing maniacally for like two years until i got to the point I thought that maybe i can use it for something and went to take exams to Art Academy. And got rejected. I got pissed at drawing again, and instead went to filmschool, focusing on stop motion animation because fuck drawing but i still want to express myself somehow and i'm done with photography so lets try some different medium. I benefited TONS from this decision, and I was still drawing some because storyboarding and designing, but it wasn't my main focus and i stopped thinking about it as of "my main thing".

Part three is me getting into fandom and roleplaying spaces in the internet. It's 2011 and I'm almost 30 in this story already, so I did took my time lol, but I just discovered that people are doing KICKASS illustrations for media they enjoy and characters they imagined and that this is like, A Whole Thing. I started doing this and it turned out to be a really good place for sharing stuff, meeting people, talking about things i enjoyed etc etc, so i kept doing it making it my new little hobby this time, not a project i need to succeed in in any way and that seemed to work. And then it's June 2016 (I remember over which artwork it happened, hence the precise date) and I feel that i may be actually loving this, but omg it pisses me off i need so much time for each artwork and it still doesn't look like i want it to look, so you know what, let's actually try to make some conscious decisions about developing this skill, but on my own this time. I started to learn by watching other artists and trying out their methods and things they recommend, picking what i liked and dropping what didn’t work for me. And this is the part of the journey I'm still in now, but it's quite pleasant.

Sorry for the wall of text reply, but as You can see I was circling art and drawing for quite a bit to finally bite on it proper so it’s a layered answer haha. And also I read Your ask while i was chilling over my morning coffee so i fell into A Mood and it got long XD

Cheers and have a good day! <3

#kooks talks

[coughloop]

1. Ultimate showdown was fundamental to the building blocks of my life and I loved Neil's youtube channel growing up I watched every video on there but I never gave a shit about lemon demon even a little bit other than that

2. I heard a tally hall song for the first time last summer when I was doing those song rates and I hated it so much I made a point of insulting it and saying not to send me other shit like this will woods ass garbage which was probably a bit harsh but it worked

3. One of the most important bands int he world to me from 2014-2016 then the jennt death delay and their fake break up pissed me off so much I stopped liking them entirely and when they reunited I went to their show to have a bad time on purpose. They've started growing on me more again recently and I still listen to their music some times

4. He got some fun ass songs some of them mean something to me and I really really really like his root beer video that carved a hole in my mind and filled it with a perfect rendition of both voices in the video deep in my brain forever although I think I heard the dudes a really asshole irl

5. Never really given them a chance but I like Mike patron because he is weird and also a cities aviv song references them so that's fun

6. I have exclusively bad associations with this band and it has nothing to do with their music though I'm not huge on that either sorry

7. Fun guys I have a couple of their albums on vinyl at my parents house but I don't know them well

8. I don't care about Ongo bongo

9. No opinion like just none

10. I thought he was fun on comedy bang bang but I liked Reggie more

11. I stated my experiences with them recently

12. I don't like what they've done to the way people talk about trans musicians this is a way longer post and it doesn't matter but im a hater

13. One of the best bands ever hugely massive to me only thing on here I still regularly listen to

14. Got a couple songs I really love and and a couple songs I find annoying and I have no other opinions on them

15. Meant a lot to me in 2017 and 2018 and my love for her has just kidna wained ever since. I will still fucks me up though like that song ruins my life every time I hear it. Also I wish people weren't so fucking weird to her she deserved a better fanbase

16. I have no idea who this is

[allthisheaven2]

have you seen this post? https://www.tumblr.com/tiktaalic/741906170530480128 everytime i read it im like damn….. my beloved mutual allthisheaven2 probably knows all about this

OH REALLLL what a post and op tags like me too😭-> is leah a swiftie the greatest thread in the history of forum locked after ten thousand pages of debate … i guess wellnever know‼️but its like i wonder what she sees when she looks in the mirror bc there is Nothing there anymore just Taylor Swift LLC. in my mind its like a scooby doo villain she takes off her mask and theres no face. if she tries to touch the glass she falls through. like girl sit down read some joan didion and pick up a fucking guitar again!!! or dont i guess bc unfortunately somewhere out there is a million 25yo white swiftie on the tiktok will look at the clunky wordy meaningless lyrics of ttpd and say Wow she is the 21st century emily dickinson😍 because she had thesaurus.com on standby. and also jack antonoff enabling her. and also of course lets not forget 2016. im sorry shut the fuck up abt 2016 !!! and also the private jet and the matty healy. and also the footballer bf get it but im a misogynist for saying all of this. anyway my point is red 2012 ‼️

#billionaires are truly soulless #jack antonoff 2020 could have saved her.. whatever i now drink straight from the confessional lyricism source (joni mitchell) #asks #i think the last time she was real was before 1989 .. and she glitched for a bit in rep era too #like shes literally not a real person. truly just a product with a fat bank account!!!!!

[skepticalarrie]

hey Allie, hope youre well.

i have just recently re joined the fandom, i left in 2016 after freddie was born (didnt un larrie or anything but the hatred you would get for beliving louis isnt a dad was so getting too much) and ive recently come back and im still seeing people doubt bbg? like if they were there to see everything in real fucking time it wouldnt be as doubted, even some larries think L is a dad!

if they were there in real time they would of seen louis throwing a fucking doll-that very clearly looked like a doll- off stage saying "its not real, its a fake baby" x3 times just a few months before the first article drop.

in real time they would of seen harry put of balloon under his shirt, always, during "Little white lies"

in real time they would of seen the fucking tension between Larry, right after he signed his fucking life to Sony. even though they were still serenading each other and fonding.

in real time they of seen anas fucking tweets about where louis was gonna be, then coincidently him being linked too many girls, but strangely only Brianna's fucking name was mentioned.

in real time they would of seen louis' family and friends being dead fucking silent.

again, in real time the first fucking person to acc confirm these rumors was of fucking course SC.

in real time would of seen how EVERYONE in that band, including louis who was a "buzzing dad to be" looked like they wanted to literally shoot them self's. Again, harry who loves fucking kids looked like he would of rather jumped in front of a fucking on going traffic then hear that kid being brought up on on GMA.

in real time would of seen how during all of this the rbbs were happening and signaling to being in the closet, and shading bbg.

in real time would of seen the fucking memes from the gp,fans and even some celebrities taking the absolute piss out of the whole thing, but the "buzzing dad to be" said fuck all about people taking the piss out of his unborn son.

in real time the would of seen her belly disappearing and fucking changing shape on the daily, stealing pictures of Amber.

(this doesn't fit into the tl correctly but oh well) in real time would of seen how they announced this preg WAY too ealry, even jay (bless her soul rip) didn't announce her pregnancy untill 5 months in, bearing in mind that info was leaked w out permission, cuz they know it puts the women in a vulnerable situation.

in real time would of seen how louis just didn't know the birth of his own son and using the wrong date.

OH also how after his kid was born all he did was walk around with him in a pushchair for the pap then piss off for a cig, also selling his house and moving across the world to hope his ex girlfriend would take him back.

and yeah you can read all the masterposts, watch all the interviews ect, but its not the same as actually experiencing it all and being there in real fucking time.

sorry this was so long lol it just pisses me offf,

x

YES, it pisses me off as well, anon…. It’s unbelievable the ability some people have to just brush off so many things like these that you mentioned just because they feel uncomfortable about it. Yes babygate is fucked up. No, no one likes to talk about it, no one wants to see the truth… but it’s right there. Not looking at it won’t make Freddie his son.

#ask #babygate

[destinyudogie]

thoughts on semi 1 having finally watched all of it:

albania: i DO NOT get how this didn't qualify! maybe the staging was a bit ... generic? compared to the music video but even that feels like a stretch

latvia: whoever put them in at number 2 should be punished i mean it. this is one that could've done with a proper led backing? i'm in shock this didn't get through its just fun. and do we not, as a continent, still love men with saxophones? i could go on

lithuania: god i LOVE HER, im so glad this one qualified i was worried about it. its a song i think id enjoy even more at 2am after a bottle and a half of wine (this is a good thing)

switzerland: no words. i would find nice things to say if it nqd but as it stands... fuck off. its like frans from 2016 but with the most horrendous vibes.

slovenia: funky jazzy little boys! obsessed with the song with the staging... juries across the world should be shivering in their boots about what i am going to do when the split results are revealed.

ukraine: i actually like it on stage a lot more than i did just listening to it, rap's not always my kind of music but i like this a lot. i've always adored the chorus and i love the folkiness of it :)

bulgaria: it's alright! it's nice but i get why it didn't qualify. for me this was a very strong semifinal, and if it hadn't been i think this would've had a better chance. points for pyro and guitar solo

netherlands: this was the first i watched live! it's pleasant and i love the staging of it – a bit city lights esque? – would've been a shock if it didn't qualify. it has that sort of vague country/western sound i really like (and that the netherlands generally does really well)

moldova: one of those songs i couldn't fit in my top 10 but i'm not upset at all it qualified. joyful, an actual representation of their country, makes me want to take a train from chisinau to bucharest... what's not to love?

portugal: love her so much wow. when do portugal not bring beautiful songs, for one? i don't think any country does it better. i was a little worried it would get lost as they sometimes do but i'm excited to see it again in the final!

croatia: MIA. you may have put together from my other posts that i am devastated she didn't get through. i knew it was a low chance but i love this one so much, it gives me ivy by taylor swift vibes in particular? one of the songs that will make it on to my non-eurovision playlists. i love you mia i'm so sorry my queen 😔😔

denmark: like bulgaria for me, i think it was a strong semifinal and this just wasn't quite the top for me, although i don't dislike it. i don't know if it was intended or if it was just the broken sun but the backdrop looks like vinyl records and i love that

austria: i liked the music video a lot! if i'd just seen this for the first time... i understand how it did not qualify.

iceland: its very first aid kit, which i really like. it didn't capture me before the show but the performance is lovely and i'm happy it qualified. (just noticed the flag on sigga's hand, as well, i respect that a lot)

greece: she ATE. lapped them all. my favourite qualifier of the semi. i don't have any words for this because all i can say is watch the performance then watch it again. askhgvdfjl

norway: i have to admit i'm not the biggest fan of this, in terms of i guess 'novelty' songs i much preferred latvia, and i don't tend to love extra effects on the screen (though that is very specific personal nitpicking). i'm not unhappy its in the final, i understand why and the song is alright i just wouldn't pick it personally!

armenia: i liked armenia a lot when i first heard it but i think i might have listened to it too much asgdjfh. i wish we could hear a finger click when she snapped her fingers.

#esc 2022

[new-to-this123]

Monty’s Revenge

As per requested

May I please request a monty x girlfriend reader? where she was raped too and he does everything he can for her and ruins Bryce..  lots of fluff and smut

(I know the request asks for smut, but the direction I took this story, smut didn't fit. When you read it, you'll see why but I hope you'll still like it though) 

 Monty X reader 

warning: swearing, drug use, alcohol, mention and details of rape, fighting 

word count: 2061

NOTES: I haven't posted in a LOOOOONG time. Now that I'm done with school I definitely have more time so I'm hoping to get all my requests caught up!  I hope you guys like this one. 

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Y/N journal entry

August 27th 2016

Tonight Kat is hosting a party at  her neighbors house. Kats parties are always a good time. Maybe I can get Monty to notice me tonight, who knows, I know people say he's troubled but there's something about him that i just love. 

Anyways i guess i'll let you know how this party goes.  

August 28th 2016

Well lets just say that yesterday didn't go as planned but it was a goodnight! 

I don't remember anything from the party. The only thing I remember is talking with Monty, and Bryce outside of Hannah's house. I was very drunk and so was monty. I woke up in the clubhouse with monty. We both don't know if we slept together, but I think we may have. The signs were all there, I have a few hickeys on my neck, and there's definitely cum in my panties. 

Monty and I hung out all afternoon, then he drove me home. 

Monty kissed me before I left and said he can't wait to see me at school tomorrow! 

I'm so happy! 

Present day (March 2018) 

Y/N was sitting at the lunch table with her boyfriend Monty when Jessica, Clay and Justin show up and sit. 

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jessica asked

“Why?” Y/N asked, since Jessica never really talked to her. 

“It has to do with the trials” Justin  added. 

“Look Y/N has nothing to do with that so leave her out of it” Monty said defensively placing his hand on Y/N’s lap. 

Jessica looks over at Clay and Justin, and takes a deep breath. 

“Y/N there's something i need to show you and it's not easy.” 

“ok ……. So show me” 

“Not here Y/N” Clay adds

“Why not? Anything you have to tell me you can tell Monty!” 

Jessica slides over two pictures.

Y/N looks down at the first one and ,in the corner, she sees Monty passed out on a chair, and in the middle is a naked and passed out Y/N. 

In the second one, Bryce is taking a selfie of him raping Y/N. 

“Where the fuck did you get these?” Monty yelled, grabbing both pictures.

“When were they taken? How did you get these?” Y/N asked with tears filling her eyes.

“There's a box full of them. But i can't tell you when it was.” jessica replied

“We were hoping you would be able to tell us when this happened.” Justin added

“I mean, i.. I don't know, i can't think of a time that i was left alone with Bryce in the clubhouse, Monty has never let that happen.” Y/N replies. 

Jessica, Justin and Clay look over at Monty. 

“Don't fucking look at me! I didn't let this happen!! Im gonna fucking kill him.” Monty said aggressively.

“NO! Let me go talk to Bryce.. ALONE” Y/N said looking at all four of her peers. 

“I want answers and he's the only one who can give them to me.”  

“No way Y/N!” Monty said

“Are you insane?” Clay added

Y/Ns Texts

Y/N: Hey Bryce, wanna grab a coffee at monets after school? 

Bryce: why? Sick and tired of De La Cruz? Never thought you’d last this long anyways. 

Y/N: urg meet me there at 3

“There meeting with him after school, if you don't want me alone you guys can sit at the back of monet's” Y/N said standing up, grabbing the pictures from Monty and leaving. 

“You guys don't come! He’ll know somethings up” Monty said, pointing at Jessica, Justin and Clay.

“Protect her Montgomery” Justin said, looking him right in the eyes. 

Monty walked after Y/N. 

Y/N walked into Monets and saw Monty in the back with Taylor and Kenneth.

“Urg of course he'd bring his lackeys” Y/N thought to herself as she looked at Taylor and Kenneth.

Y/N orders herself a coffee and sits at a table in the middle of Monets, and waits for Bryce. 

At 3;15pm Bryce walked in, went up to the counter, ordered himself a coffee and joined Y/N. 

“Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some of the guys.” Bryce said as he sat down.  

“All cool” Y/N replied

“So what did you wanna talk about huh? Monty being an ass?” Bryce asked with a big smile on his face. 

“No i wanted to ask you when this happened” Y/N said as she slipped him the selfie of Bryce raping her. 

The smile on Bryce's face quickly changed to anger. He leaned forward on  the table and whispered “where the fuk did you get these?” 

“When did it happen Bryce?” 

“When do you think?” Bryce scoffed. 

“ I don't know, that's why i'm asking you?”

“Just know that you wanted it. You were moaning my name the whole time.” 

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and asked Bryce again 

“When did it happen?” 

“When did you wake up in the clubhouse with Monty alone?” Bryce replied with a smirk on his face. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and suddenly memories of that night flashed through her head.

Hannah’s Party

Y/N is standing outside, holding a beer, sharing a joint with Monty. 

“You know i was telling Bryce on our way here that i hoped you were here tonight.” Monty said as he passed Y/N the joint.  

“I was hoping you'd be here too Monty” Y/N replied, taking a hit off the joint and coughing. 

“Do we have a newbie here” Bryce said as he walked up and wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“ Yes it is” monty replied laughing. 

Y/N walked back into the party and spent all night drinking and smoking with Monty.

Near the end of the night Y/N and Monty were clearly very drunk and high. Y/N was using monty as her support and monty was using Y/N as his. 

Bryce walked up to them “lets go kids! let's get you home” he said as he placed himself between the both Y/N and Monty and wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders.

Bryce walked them to his car, he helped Y/N into the front seat and Monty in the back.

As he was getting ready to drive off bryce said “now now don't fucking puke in my car” 

“No promises” monty drunkenly said from the back, laying down on the back seat, closing his eyes and passing out. 

Bryce placed his hand on Y/N laps. Even in her highly intoxicated state she thought his hand was a little too high up on her thigh and tried to move it. 

“Shhh baby it's ok” Bryce said as he smiled and squeezed her thigh a little harder. 

They got to the clubhouse and Bryce carried Y/N in and laid her on the couch. 

“Monty” was all Y/N could mumble in her intoxicated state. 

“He's in the car babygirl. You're ok. I got you.” Bryce said as he started pulling Y/N shirt off. 

“No” Y/N tried to mumble and squirm away but Bryce overpowered her and stripped her completely naked. 

“I know you want this. Everyone does” Bryce said as he started raping Y/N. 

“The night of Hannah's party. You were supposed to drive us home. Instead you went to the club house and staged the whole thing” Y/N replied, tears building up in her eyes. 

“Naw! Monty walked in on his own and sat in the chair after I got you undressed. And in casual Monty style he was too drunk to notice anything so when i finished i woke him up and told him he fucked you a while ago but i had to leave because it was late and he told me to leave you guys there. He took the credit and look,here you are two years later, still happily together. So why are you bitching, we all got what we wanted in the end” 

Y/N looked at Bryce in disbelief. 

“We all got what we wanted?” Y/N asked a tear falling down her cheek. 

“You got the guy, he got the girl and I got an easy lay” Bryce smiled as he stood up and left. 

“YOU RAPED ME” Y/N yelled as Bryce left Monets and Monty ran to you. 

 “Baby what did he say?” Monty asked wiping away your tears. 

“You walked in when he raped me and you did NOTHING!!!!!!!” Y/N yelled as she pushed monty away running out of Monets. 

“Y/N!! BAAAABE! HOLD UP!” monty yelled running after Y/N. 

“NO! FUCK OFF MONTY!” Y/N screamed tears pouring down her cheeks. 

Monty walked away, angry and heartbroken at what his girlfriend told him. He got to Monets,where his car was parked, and got in and drove towards Bryces house. 

He got to Bryces and went straight for the guest house.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH” Monty yelled punching Bryce in the face. 

“What the fuck De La Cruz??” Bryce asked, pissed off.

“You raped my girlfriend!” monty replied. 

“She wasn't your girlfriend then and she wanted it! She was moaning my name the whole time” Bryce shot back pushing Monty.

 “NO!!! YOU RAPED Y/N!!!!” Monty yelled again, grabbing Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

“Your bitch wanted it! And if it weren't for that night you two wouldn't be together! So shut the fuck up before i beat you like you dad does” Bryce spat at Monty. 

In that moment Monty’s mind went black with anger and he jumped on Bryce and started punching him over and over again. Kenneth, Taylor, Marcus and Luke all tried to pull Monty off Bryce to no avail. 

“Monty! Stop!” Scott said as he pulled Monty up from the back of his shirt. 

“FUCK OFF” Monty yelled pushing scott, who stood his ground and grabbed monty wrists. 

“CALM THE FUCK DOWN” scott yelled at Monty, as he pulled him out the guest house, to his car. 

“He fucking raped Y/N” Monty told Scott.

“And you fucked him up. Youll be lucky if he doesnt fucking die dude” scott replied. 

“Good, he deserves it!” Monty said, getting into the passenger seat of his jeep. 

“Y/N’s parents are gone for the week, that's where we're going” Scott said as he got into the driver side and drove off. 

“Y/N open up it's me Scott” Scott said knocking and Y/N’s door. 

“Oh my god you are an impatient neighbor!” Y/N said as she opened the door. 

“OH MY GOD MONTY!!!” she yelled as she saw Monty's black eye and bloody nose. 

“You should see Bryce, he looks worse” Monty smiled. 

“Ya pretty sure he almost killed him” Scott replied. 

“You went after your best friend?” Y/N asked, leading Monty to the bathroom. 

“Of course I went after him! He hurt the love of my life, and lied to me about it. He’s lucky I didn't kill him.” Monty smiled. 

Y/N wiped the blood of his face and hands. 

“I love you Montgomery” Y/N said, bandaging his hands.

“I love you too Y/N” Monty replied kissing the top of Y/Ns head. 

“Hey you two im gonna head home i'll see you tomorrow.” Scott said, leaving and heading next door. 

“Let's go cuddle and watch a movie” Monty said wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders 

Y/N and Monty ordered a pizza and cuddled for three movies in her bed. 

“Y/N…” Monty said moving some hair out of Y/N’s eyes. 

“Ya?” Y/N replied butterflies in her stomach. 

“I really love you.” Monty said looking into Y/N’s eyes.

“Monty, i can't have sex, i don't know when ill be able to but I'm not comfortable with it right now. After finding out about Bryce, I don't know, i feel different” Y/N said tears building up in her. 

“ Hey baby girl, it's ok, I'm here for you no matter what and it doesn't matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you to be ready. I love you and I'm not going anywhere.” Monty replied wiping away Y/Ns tears and bringing her into a hug. 

#montgomery de la cruz #monty de la cruz #monty x reader #justin foley #scott reed #bryce walker #marcus cole #jeff atkins #zach dempsey #clay jensen #tony padilla #tyler down #13rw fanfiction #13rw #13 reasons why #13 reasons why imagine #thirteen reasons why

[0rionz-belt]

live blog of the episode tonight

* if he pussies out ill be so mad

* ooooo backstory

* LMAO THE MISUNDERSTANDING

* nice cake cutting skills

* oh the teacher's back.

* why is the detective saying this to the teacher. fuck off.

* why is the floor in this school red. its not a childrens hospital

* oh the "we're cool now". he's definitely covering his ass for when he kills her.

* "you can trust me" ive never heard that phrase ONCE where it wasnt bullshit

* shes a runner shes a track star

* DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

* Oh the subtle heart beat in the background music. love that shit.

* GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

* wait what

* hold on how was he tracking. unless the tracker was in the jacket. does junior have that bitch's jacket???

* this isnt about the show but fuck that dude in the commercial for letting his cat roam outside.

* "i got four hundred likes" i hope you get 400 stab wounds.

* "whats jake gonna do?" hes suspected for 2 murders?

* oh? what is she doing?

* OOOOO A SCYTHE!!! hedge trimmers? whatever the fuck that is????

* okay dont do it here. itll be hard to clean the blood and dispose of the body.

* "i want to apologize" no you fucking dont, dicknips.

* "im sorry i hurt your feelings" "creepy af" I Hate You.

* as someone whos been apologized to a LOT by many people, hers was fucking awful.

* chucky's "nod" and "mhm" made me think of yoda for some reason lmao.

* OH IS HE COLLECTING EVIDENCE

* oh??? and this woman thinks you only need privacy if someone is hiding something??? some fucking detective.

* "wHy ArE yOu HeRe" chucky should stab your eyes out. youre clearly not fucking using them.

* again with dumb advertisments. im not ever going to even consider moving to ohio. ive seen it, its shit. stop suggesting it.

* i hate that entire fucking family except for the little girl. its not her fault her parents and sister are fucking dicks.

* i feel like im supposed to feel happy for lexi during that hug? i feel pure malice but idk about everyone else.

* am i the only one who thinks the camera is unfocused slightly.

* "our daughter is not the bully" Die.

* "communicating with teenagers is a challenge" only if you raise them to hate you.

* "if you tell anyone about this" you better fucking tell everyone

* anyways im going to put on my headphones now because i dont care to hear singing.

* i lied. how dare you ruin that song

* LMAO THATS GREAT

* OH SHIT IS HE LEGIT STUCK

* oh theres the knife.

* why am i seeing a ghostbusters commercial. the 2016 version was good, fuck you.

* AND WERE BACK

* shitty dance moves

* oh a silent dance party. nice.

* you just KNOW that one person is listening to Rasputin.

* god hurry up and kill this bitch. she's 14 and already knows how to cheat on partners.

* more memories!!!

* is that a view master? nice.

* im sorry but that breaking sound effect is cliche.

* oh i see whats happening.

* LMAO WRONG ONE.

* ooooo the "charles...run" at the beat drop

* OH THE MUSIC IS COVERING THE NOISE... NICE.

* lets hope no one turns around.

* IS SHE SMOKING A BLUNT???

* red room...hmm wonder whatll happen in here??? murder perhaps???

* why is your bean bag in the middle of the room. shitty interior design.

* GET HER ASS GET HER ASS GET HER ASS YES YESYESYESYES

* OH A FIRE.

* THE WAY SHE REALIZES WHOS KILLING HER. LOVE THAT

* are they really censoring shit? that literally ruined the whole mood.

* also as someone who wears headphones most hours of the day, they absolutely would have heard that shit.

* god, film cameras just dont focus on shit anymore. even the commercials are blurry sometimes.

* oh. this is the first time he had to murder someone, huh.

* "im sorry" stop fucking apologizing, your dad was a dick and so was this bitch.

* WHAT??? HE MURDERED HIS MOM????

* "i helped" little shit.

* chucky you gotta get out. youre fucking flammable too.

* oh its over.

#chucky #chucky episode 3

[angelfoxx]

✧˖*°࿐ THE JUNE BUG

FEATURING: june moone/enchantress (yes, that one)

WARNINGS: afab reader. dubcon-ish, implied mind control & abuse of emotion

NOTE/S: down horrendous. so sorry

i can explain. i swear i can this is completely explainable and normal. what do you mean suicide squad came out in 2016? what do you mean it’s been six years? sexy characters don’t have an expiration date baby i know the law!!

um. anyways. this is a wip so this is kinda a placeholder bc i wanted to make one lawlsies anyways. anyways the plot (or lack thereof) of the film pisses me off and so does the lack of canon or fanon content for objectively the sexiest bitch they introduced so anyways im literally building this fucko from the five minutes of half-assed screentime she got. doing my best just hang in there, I’ll update this soon.

warnings bc there are kinda a lot methinks

gay! gay as fuck! you think a man wrote this? hell no! im a bitch! bitch alert!

jealousy/cheating/toxic themes because fuck u flag

a lotta degrading. lotsa bitch & whore calling

possession. like, june being possessed yk. fuck you dc for not giving me a clear indicator on how enchantress works when she’s dormant but for this one we assume her & june are like itadori & sukuna

noncon/dubcon when it comes to the witch!! again fuck you dc for not giving me ANY goddamn characterization on this bitch but also you left her abilities vastly undefined so. pov enchantress, an empath, sensing you think she’s sexy as fuck

“Do you think I’m overreacting?” A head of thick, dark hair falls into my lap, and crystalline doe eyes blink up at me from behind lashes blackened with mascara. “Do you think he’s being distant?”

Clothed in a hoodie three sizes too big to be hers and a pair of sweatpants that, now that I’m thinking about it, share an uncanny resemblance to my pair that went missing last week, June shifts so her legs dangle over the opposite arm of my couch. The steaming cup of hot chocolate I’d made her is probably beginning to go cold by now; as if in response, she reaches over and gingerly plunges her finger into the mug.

“Do you?” she repeats, raising a brow before sticking that same finger into her mouth.

“N…no, of course I don’t think you’re overreacting,” I stammer out, voice uneven. “You guys are dating. He should listen to you.”

From where she’s sprawled restlessly across my legs, June lets out a loud, defeated sigh that rises into an annoyed groan.

“That’s what I’ve been telling him,” she moans, running her hands over her face. “He’s just too bull-headed to listen to me.”

Then maybe you guys should break up. It’s what I want to say. Break it off with him. There are people who’d treat you better.

What I actually do is just nod, humming in agreement as my gaze slips to the window across the room. My suburban street is quiet; in the grey winter gloom, nobody seems to want to come outside, and that somehow makes June’s visit feel more private.

“When’s the last time you guys were together?” I ask, trying to brush off my stammer. Eyes closed, June smiles bitterly, slowly taking hold of her mug and bringing it to her lips.

“Normally or sexually?” she replies, dry laugh breaking from her throat as she cranes her head forward to take a sip of the hot chocolate. “A week and a half since both. He always wants to drink when he visits and it always ends up with us in the bedroom.”

“Well, that’s a douche move,” I reply, tone quiet; June scoffs at that, shaking her head as she puts her mug back down.

“That’s what I think, too,” she says, blinking up at me with a sad smile, “but nobody else seems to see it. They all just say he’s busy being the best colonel we have.”

“That doesn’t mean he gets to be a shitty prick at home.”

“It doesn’t.” Groaning again, June turns over to plant her forehead firmly against my thigh, face flat against my couch, and lets out a long, defeated breath, arms weaving around my leg.

And oh, I really, really hope she doesn’t feel me shiver.

June considers us friends. I mean, we are; we’d met a little under a year ago for a project DC was hosting after June had discovered (in her own words) a “rather funky set of bones” in some remote South American jungle that caught government attention. I was working as Amanda Waller’s secretary at the time, and though the job was — and still is — far from glamorous, it did, in fact, pay the bills. When I was tasked with coming along (“just in case we need your expertise,” Amanda had said, with a tone that still makes my nose wrinkle) I had mentioned that I’d be sidelined the entire time, to which Amanda vehemently disagreed. Fast forward two days or so and I was there…sidelining, surprise surprise. In any case, June had sought me out by the bar as the “only normal person for (her) to talk to.” One year later, and I was still the “only normal person” for her to talk to, except now she thought I was “pretty cool.”

She told everything to me and I told everything to her.

Well, except for the crush.

It’s how it’s always been with her. In the beginning, it was just a little crush I’d harbored for the pretty archaeologist with the light eyes and keen tongue, and I’d been sure it would fizzle out like every other crush I’ve had.

Spoiler alert; it did not fizzle out like every other crush I’ve had. Actually, it did the complete opposite and got worse. Unbearably worse.

The damn thing became incredibly concerning when she suddenly started showing up at my office daily; er, rather, she showed up at my office with Flag in tow half the time. Then she started showing up at my car. Then she started asking to hang out after work. She never told me why — the first time she did, she met me at a shitty Denny’s at ten p.m with a half-assed “surprise!” and a bottle of hard liquor — and that was that. Sometimes she’d talk about work, sometimes she’d talk about random things that interested her — usually foreign archaeological digs — and, as of recently, she’d talk about her issues with Flag.

And now we’re here, with her laying on my couch in the middle of a grossly cold and overcast November asking me if I think her boyfriend is a bitch while I have a closeted meltdown.

“Weird question,” she starts suddenly, rubbing her face against my leg.

“Huh?”

Turning over, she shoots me what I think is supposed to be a mockingly sexy smirk, but what ends up making me gasp about as quietly as I can. Eyes hooded and shoulders gently rocking back and forth, she glances over at my hands — both very firmly wrapped around my mug — before she looks back up at my face.

“Would you play with my hair?”

“H-huh?” I sit up a little straighter, much to June’s dismay. “Like…just mess with it? Now?”

She blinks at me dubiously. “You don’t have to. It just feels good.”

“N…no, I didn’t say I wouldn’t…I can do it. I’ve just…you’ve never asked me that before. I got caught off-guard.”

“Why?” she quips back, hoisting her upper body off of me so that I can readjust my position. “Never given a head massage before?”

“No?” I settle back down, legs crossed; June comfortably returns to her place in my lap, gazing up at me with an amused little grin on her face.

“All you have to do is mess with my hair,” she says, raising a brow. “It’s easy, I promise.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” I mumble, ignoring her laughing eyes. “Let me know if I’m, like…ripping your hair out, or something.”

She laughs at that, nose wrinkling and eyes folding into little upturned crescent shapes, and my heart does that damn fluttering thing again. My hands threaten to shake; biting back my unwinding panic, I sink them into June’s hair in hopes of calming down.

It doesn’t work. She sighs, eyes fluttering shut; and fuck, fuck, she’s so pretty, she’s so pretty, and fuck Flag, fuck him to hell and back, because ooh, that damn toy soldier asshole got her before I even had a chance, and—

“You can move, you know.” June is suddenly gazing up at me with dubious amusement in her eyes, grinning when I visibly jump and begin massaging the heels of my palms into her scalp.

“Just like that. Yeah, yeah, like that.” Her eyes close again, and she stretches her shoulders back, long breath hissing out of her nose. “Thank you. Feels…really nice.”

There’s a note of grievance in her voice; and the question forms before I can think, comes out before I can stop it.

“Did he do this?”

June squeezes her eyes shut, a dry laugh scraping itself out of her throat. Her words are full of cynical humor; there’s an empty dislike in her voice.

“Once. When we first started dating.” She leans back into my hands. “I was…stressed. It helped me to relax.”

“Oh.” I lapse into an awkward silence. “I mean, I’m…if you need anything to help you destress, I’ll help any way I can.”

“Any way?” June asks, tone taking on a coy, scandalous edge; I don’t clock the little laugh in her voice before I answer.

“Anything you want. I know Flag’s a…bitch, and I’m not gonna let you feel like shit because of him.”

“God, someone doesn’t like him,” she laughs, head tilting so she can look up at me. “What, did he metaphorically shit all over you too?”

“No. I just…don’t like him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just never liked him.” I shift uncomfortably, fingers rubbing absently through June’s hair before I add; “He looks like a toy soldier.”

At that, June snorts, cheeks puffing out as if she’s trying to stop herself. Her eyes squeeze shut; one hand comes up to cover her mouth.

“I shouldn’t laugh,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t laugh.”

Her eyes flick back up to mine; and then her composure fails her, a wheezing bark of laughter exploding out of her before she can stop it.

“That’s so mean, babe. That’s so mean.” June’s eyes crinkle shut. “But it’s true! It’s true!”

I laugh. I manage to, anyway; but truthfully, I’m stuck on her words. Babe. Babe. Babe. Ooh, it’s such a friendly nickname but oh, I love it, I love it, and I want her to say it again.

“I don’t like how he talks,” I continue, biting my tongue. I don’t like how he talks to you.

“How he talks?”

“He yells. A little too much.” I wince. “He doesn’t shut up. He just makes me anxious.”

“Anxious? Like you’re afraid he’ll hurt you?” June looks back at me curiously, eyes tracking my fingers as I section off a piece of her hair and begin to braid it absently.

“N…no, not necessarily that.” Over, through, under, around. “I just get frustrated around him.”

“Frustrated how?” At first, June’s question doesn’t make sense; but then she waggles her eyebrows at me suggestively, and I lurch into an aggressive stammering denial about how no, no, not like that, he doesn’t frustrate me like that, he frustrates me in the way that I want to slap him across the face every time he breathes a little too loud. June is cackling throughout the whole thing; she makes a breathless, wheezing remark about how big my eyes got when she asked the question, and I continue to stumble through my words because now not only am I flustered, but she’s so pretty when she laughs, and fuck, I’m falling head over heels for my taken coworker.

“But really, though. Enough about me and my relationship problems.” She tilts her head, gazing up at me with narrowed blue eyes. “I want to hear about yours. You’re single, right?”

“I…how’d you know?”

“Amanda.” June shrugs. “Don’t ask me why she knows or why she told me.”

“That’s a little weird.”

“I agree. But, anyways,” and she grins at me, “who’s it for you?”

“Who’s it for…what?”

“I mean, it’s not Flag, obviously.” June lifts one finger, counting names off on one hand. “Jerry…no, he doesn’t seem like your type. Neither do John or Zach.”

“How do you know my type?”

“Educated guess. It could be Josef, but I don’t know if you’re a fan of the stubble.” She looks up at me for approval.

“I’m—I’m not, but we don’t need to talk about—“

“Not a stubble person. Good girl.” June means it as a joke. It’s a joke. It’s a joke. Push off of it. Don’t think about how “good girl” sounds coming off her tongue. Don’t do it.

“One of the inmates? You have a thing for bad guys?”

“N-no, I—“

“Or bad girls. I don’t judge.” June tilts her head, winking at me coyly. “I get it.”

I take a sharp breath. I knew she was…you know, I knew, but hearing her just admit it out loud is…different.

“Is it the girls for you? One of your coworkers?” She leans forward curiously, raising a brow.

“No! No, I mean, we don’t have to talk about this, I—“

“It is!” June sits up, twisting violently to look back at me. “Ooh, it is! Tell me, tell me. Who? I don’t know a lot of your coworkers. I know Olivia. I know Jade. I know…I mean, if you’re into the Joker’s girl, good luck, but…”

“No!” I shake my head furiously, heart beginning to thud in my chest. “It’s none of them; I’m not suicidal enough to even look at the Joker’s girlfriend, I’d get my ass kicked, and…”

I trail off. June is studying me with a scarily acute look in her eyes; if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was calculating something. There’s a tiny little smirk on her features; I gulp nervously, suddenly feeling very, very exposed.

“It’s not one of them?” she asks; and suddenly her voice has gotten very quiet and velvety, like she’s purring. “Are you lying to me?”

“Lying? No, no, I’m not…lying.” I lean back as June lifts herself onto her knees, arms stretching over her head; and for the briefest second, her hoodie clears the top of her sweatpants.

She has a little mole just above her waistband. I shouldn’t notice it. I do; because fucking hell, I’m whipped.

“It’s not one of them.” June tilts her head, slowly lowering herself back down onto her heels. The cogs in her head are turning; I can see that much, and blood begins to roar in my ears. There’s a feeling like lead in my stomach; her eyes are beginning to gleam, and then she tilts her chin down to glower at me from behind black lashes.

“Who is it?” Her words are thick as honey. “Because I have some ideas, and I think I might be right.”

“Y-you do?” I laugh nervously, the sound almost hysterical as June lowers herself onto her hands, taking one crawling step toward me. “I mean, I don’t have a work crush, I don’t even see y-her—them— at work, and…”

“You sound a little flustered, babe.” She cocks a brow, taking another step, and at the pet name my breathing audibly stutters. “Why is that?”

“I’m not…I’m…” Her fingers wrap around my ankle, and a shiver courses through my body, one that makes my legs tremble.

“She doesn’t work in the office with you, does she?” June’s voice is soft, coaxing the truth out of me. “She just stops in sometimes.”

I bite my cheek, throat dry and tongue swollen. My voice is barely anything more than a hoarse, dry hiss.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” She draws a fraction of an inch closer, her other hand landing on my opposite knee. “Does she work under Amanda?”

“Maybe.”

“Hm, hm.” Her fingers unwrap from my ankle, trailing slowly up my frozen leg until they land on the inside of my thigh. “You know, babe, I’m thinking of someone; but she has a boyfriend, doesn’t she?”

I shiver again. She’s close enough that I can see every shade of blue in her eyes, close enough that I can feel warmth on my chest every time she breathes.

“Maybe.” I close my eyes when she leans forward, heart having gone from hammering to still; and then I feel her breath sweep around from my neck to my ear, the hand on my knee slipping up to land just beside my hip.

“Crushing on me even when I’m dating Flag?” Her voice is directly beside my ear, and I swear I feel her nose brush my cheek. Is she straddling my leg? She might be straddling my leg. “Oh, babe, that won’t work.”

“I’m sorry,” I reply — and I don’t really know what I’m apologizing for, but something feels so wrong when she says it like that — but then she’s sighing, both hands coming to rest on my upper thigh.

“You should be,” she murmurs, pressing down on my leg. “Lusting for a taken woman. Were you going to tell me?”

“N-no.” I manage to crack open my eyes when her breath shifts, only to be greeted by June’s face hovering directly in front of mine. “I didn’t w…I don’t want to be a homewrecker, or…”

“Homewrecker?” She almost laughs before leaning forward, until her chest is touching mine. “There’s no home to wreck, babe.”

“Th-there’s n…no, no, wait,” and suddenly everything is moving too fast, and June’s too close, and there’s a little voice in the back of my head begging me to stop because what if Flag finds out, what if he finds out, but the other part of my head is screaming at me to take the chance June’s giving me.

“You okay, babe?” The sweet words drift past my ear, and the little voice punches me in the gut. She’s so close; she’s all but straddling my waist, one hand on each thigh now and leaning over far enough that the loose open head of her hoodie is hanging a little too low, and she’s gazing at me with hooded, glinting eyes and a coy little smirk, and, and…

“June,” I whisper, eyes wide with alarm and chest heaving with adrenaline, “we shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t be…you’re with him, and…”

“Forget about him,” June replies evenly, gazing back at me with wild, unbridled passion burning like cold fire in her eyes as she advances forward, till our noses are almost touching and she’s hovering a mere inch away from my face. “Right now. Forget about him, right now, and kiss me.”

When June leans forward, I’m frozen in shock. When her lips touch mine, I’m still frozen in shock. Only when she takes a long sigh, tongue running up over my bottom lip, do I become mobile again. The breathy moan that comes out of my throat is embarrassing at best; blood rushes to my face when June snorts in amusement, but I have to push that thought to the back of my mind almost immediately because then her tongue is slipping in over mine and her teeth are grazing my lips.

For a moment, I forget about everything else. I forget about the weather, I forget about work, and I forget about Flag.

The only thing I can think about is June. June, right in front of me, arms looped over my shoulders with one hand arriving to cradle the back of my head. June, right in front of me, who’s leaning further forward and pushing me back towards the arm of the couch with every inch. June, June, June.

My back bumps the arm of the couch, and my progress backwards halts for a moment. June’s progress doesn’t, though; and when I don’t keep moving, she quite literally takes matters into her own hands.

“Down, down,” she’s mumbling, words squished against my mouth. “Lay down, lay down.”

One hand lands on my chest, fingers splaying across me and pushing, urging me down and further back. I don’t fight her; I just obey, sinking into the cushion of the couch and sliding down the arm of the thing until I’m crunched up right against it and June is quite literally on top of me.

“All the way. Good. Good.” She pauses; a little smirk splits her features, and her lips ghost past my ear. “Good girl.”

I moan in response, sound contained somewhere deep in my throat, and she hums in curious satisfaction, one hand coming to massage around the base of my neck.

“I didn’t peg you as the praise type, babe,” she murmurs, “but your face is getting pretty red.”

“No shit,” I reply, voice quivering. “You’re…on top of me, and, and…”

“And what?” she presses, cocking her head. “On top of you and what?”

My eyes flutter further closed, until June’s silhouette is blurry and dark, hanging over me like a ghost. When I don’t answer, my breathing coming in long gasps, she laughs quietly to herself before pressing her chest against mine and slithering up beside my ear.

“Am I pretty?” she murmurs, fingers trailing up and down my throat. “Do you think I’m pretty, babe?”

“You’re so,” I gasp, breathing now a challenge, “so fucking pretty. You’ve always been so fucking pretty.”

June’s breath fans across my face, her eyes smiling as mine start slipping across her face, her body, her face, the open window across the room, her face, her…her, her, her.

“Did you think I didn’t know?” she whispers, head tilting and gaze set intently on mine. “That you thought I was pretty?”

My pulse skips a beat, and my eyes widen; a breathy little laugh washes against my face as her fingers slip beneath my jaw, landing right where I know she can feel my heart racing beside my throat.

“You aren’t good at hiding it, babe. You never were.” Her head tilts to the other side, body slipping past mine. “I knew when I met you.”

“Y-you did?”

“I did.” Teeth nip at my ear, teasing the skin beneath my hairline. “I know you wanted to kill Flag the first time you saw him with me. I’ve never seen anyone glare like that, babe.”

“He g…got you first.” My voice is uneven, warbling on desperate. “I didn’t get the…the ch-chance t….”

“I know you didn’t then,” June whispers, a light little laugh coming into her voice as she tugs at my earlobe, “but what about now?”

“N…now?” I feel a shiver run down my spine; June pulls back, eyes gleaming in the gloomy gray light as she sits back on her heels.

“Right now.” Her fingers run over my throat, looping in my collar before she drags me up and forward.

Suddenly, we’re both sitting cross-legged, halfway in each-other’s laps with my collar now hanging way lower than it should be and my hair tickling the sides of my face. June, on the other hand, looks perfect; her hair’s a little messy, but none of her clothes are askew, and that’s a problem.

The smirk June shoots me could kill; she tilts forward, one hand landing beside my knee. She gives me one, two tugs at my collar; and I fold forward, eyes closing as her head tilts.

We kiss, again; only this time, instead of slowly devouring me while she shoves me into a couch, June pounces on me like a wild animal. She yanks me forward, biting my tongue and forcing hers down my throat; I grab onto the back of her neck and drag her closer, she drags me closer, and suddenly we’re crawling onto each other with zero regard to anyone’s fucking boyfriend. My hands find their way to the hem of her hoodie; and ugh, it’s his, it’s definitely his, and I want it gone.

“Don’t like it?” she breathes; and in response, I can only gasp, wrapping my hands around the bottom of it and tugging.

“I hate it,” I manage, gripping the thick black fabric so hard I hear a tear; and then June grabs my throat, coy little laugh right in my ear.

“If you hate it so much,” she purrs, voice simmering with a challenge, “then rip it off of me.”

I don’t let myself think twice. Her tone is daring and defiant and a dominant invitation; so I push all of my soft, fluttery feelings to the side, and I shove her over.

June audibly gasps when her back hits the couch, her hold on my throat loosening for a second; and it’s then that I try to rip the stupid fucking thing over her head.

The hand around my throat slips as she tries to grab the hoodie and hold it down; but ooh, it’s way too late by now, and I want that fucking thing gone and burned because the thing smells like him and it’s making my stomach turn.

June lifts her arms, like she’s surrendering her fight; and then she lets out a pitched moan, back arching as the fabric finally comes off and I can hurl it across the room. Quite frankly, I want to throw it in the fireplace; but there’s no time for that, not now, because I look back down and find June smirking up at me with both arms resting loosely over her head.

“You didn’t have to throw it, you know.” Her eyes narrow. “I’m not planning on wearing it home.”

Good, I want to say. It’s ugly.

But oh, I can’t, not when June is just sprawled, shirtless, across my couch, with thinned challenging eyes and that stupidly smug grin on her face.

“Cold feet, babe?” Her hips wiggle under me. “Better start moving; or do you want me to lead?”

Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop staring at her, and she knows it. Fuck, fuck, she’s so fucking pretty; god fucking dammit, god fucking damn the minx for being so stupidly fucking pretty, god fucking…

She’s smiling up at me with lazy cockiness all but glowing in her eyes, and her fingers are beginning to trail up my thigh. She’s ready to pounce; panicking, I grab her wrist, awkwardly holding it for a second before I pin it to the couch. June doesn’t fight it; her eyes stay firmly on mine.

“Oh?” She raises a brow, back arching. “Now what?”

I gulp, a little nervous bug seeding in my gut. My eyes fall to her sweatpants; they’re hanging low on her hips, now, dangerously low.

“Take them off.” June’s seductive purr breaks the tense silence, voice low. “You want to, don’t you? Do it. Take them off.”

I can do it. I can, I can; but I can’t when she’s looking at me like that. I need her eyes to close; she gazes up at me with lazy eyes as I rock forward, kneading the heels of my palms into her lower stomach and nose up beneath her jaw.

Her eyes flutter shut, and she makes a low sort of groaning sound at my touch, head tilting back; and I slide her pants down her thighs.

“Smooth,” she sighs, turning her face toward mine, messily sucking on my earlobe. “What are you going to do now? Going to touch me?”

Her skin is hot beneath my hands, searing when I trace my lips down the line of her stomach. She arches into my touch; I shiver when her fingers weave into my hair, winding a thick lock around her hand.

When I finally reach the black elastic sitting low on her hips, I pause, and I look up. I don’t say anything; but June smirks, eyes dark with anticipation.

“Go ahead,” she purrs, crystal gaze burning. “Touch me.”

“You gonna let Flag fuck you now?” The envy-fueled words are so vulgar coming out of my mouth, especially when they’re smashed up against June’s sobbing cunt, but she shivers at them, hard, moaning out my name.

“Fuck no, n-never again…not when you’re…not wh…not when you…shit, shit, shit—!” June clamps a hand over her mouth, head snapping back and her body rocking up against my mouth; my grip on her waist tightens in some last attempt to hold her still, but that does nothing. Her image now is so far from the one she had been sporting a mere five? ten? minutes ago. Gone is her suave purring and her dominant invitations; maybe she’s desperate, or maybe it’s been too long since she had sex with someone who wasn’t an uptight asshole, but either way, June’s fully lost herself in pleasure. One of her hands lands on my head, grabbing a fistful of hair; and from there, she starts to pull me in time with her rocking, moaning every time she tilts forward.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she’s gasping, voice tightening with every second. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me f…uck me!”

“Am I better than him?” I ask, voice a whine. “I’m better than him, right?”

June wants to answer — her mouth opens and closes over and over but no words come out, just strained gasps and pants. Finally, she just nods, squeezing her eyes shut as a hard, quick breath makes her body jerk.

Her pace grows more erratic, more turbulent; and then she’s smashing my face into her lower stomach, long wail drawing itself out of her throat as she starts to fall over the edge. She rips on the chunk of my hair she’s got in an iron grip; I groan into her and her body jerks at the vibration, tugging frantically at my hair.

“Donstopdonstopdoooohhhh, fu-ck, oh, fuck,” she’s crying, voice broken and growing more in pitch, “sogoodsogoodfeelssofuckinggood—!”

Every time I move, she wails louder. When I lick her clit, she twitches; when I bite the inside of her thigh, she jerks; and when I nose into her cunt, shoving my tongue down her hole, she sobs.

“Right there! Right th…righ…don’t stop, please, oh, fuck,” she’s mumbling, and I can’t really tell if she’s crying, “r’there, righ’there, gonna c…cum soon, gonna cum, I’m g…”

Do it. Do it. I glance up at her with big doe eyes, moaning at her expression. Please, please, do it, do it.

June’s head lolls. Two glossy blue eyes gaze down at me, downturned and hooded with pleasure; her mouth opens to say something, but no words come out. She grips my hair a little harder — a tiny squeak comes out of her mouth — and then her body is all but convulsing against my mouth as the orgasm she’s been trying so hard to hold off hits her like a freight train. Her hips jerk into my face; a broken wail comes out of her mouth as her back arches, hard, and she gathers up a handful of hair up against my scalp. Something sprays against my tongue, thick and fast and June, fuck, it’s all June, and she’s screaming as she humps against my face, watching herself come undone in my mouth with tear-stained cheeks and glazed blue eyes. My body is twitching in response, digging my heels into the couch and moaning when my eyes meet June’s. Between the two of us, I don’t know who’s more shamelessly desperate, and I don’t care. I’m lost in the moment; hot tears land on my face, though I don’t know if they’re mine or hers, or if they’re even tears at all.

When a final peal of overstimulated pleasure explodes out of June’s mouth, fading into shaky, labored pants, I tilt my head back, gasping when my mouth slides out from between June’s soaked thighs and fresh air hits my face. For a minute, the room is filled only with the sounds of both of us coming down from June’s high; shakily, she slides off of my face, slumping against the head of the couch as her sleepy gaze lands on me. She can’t speak, and neither can I; her knuckles brush my face, eyes falling onto my lips.

She doesn’t have to say anything for me to understand. Weakly, I shift to hold myself up on trembling elbows; as June slowly leans forward, I open my mouth, shivering when I feel June’s arousal stringing between my lips. June’s brow pinches; her eyes grow lidded, and a little “oh, fuck” whispers out of her mouth as she leans forward.

Her tongue traces my lower lip, poking into the corners of my mouth; she breathes against my face before, softly, tamely, she slides her tongue into my mouth.

It isn’t fast and aggressive anymore. It’s slow and sleepy and soft; she’s melting into my body as hers slows down, chest coming to rest weakly against mine while her arms loop behind my neck. Even when she sucks on my tongue, she isn’t doing it hard; she’s doing it gently, quietly, submissively. When I wrap my arms under hers, holding on around her waist, she sighs into my mouth. Every breath she takes is accented with a tired moan, growing slower with each passing second. When she pulls back for a moment longer, breath warming my face, I open my eyes; chin brushing my collarbone, June is fighting to stay awake. Her eyes threaten to flutter closed; I swear she’s starting to slip away on top of me, eyes staying closed longer and longer.

“June,” I murmur, massaging my thumbs into her back. “I have a spare bedroom, if you want me to…”

“No.” Her response is raspy and breathless, eyes opening and gaze liquid crystal. “No, no, not…done, I’m not done. I want to touch you too.”

There’s a simmering desire in her words; one of her palms lands on my stomach as she pushes herself up, clumsily crawling down my body to my waist.

“Wait, wait,” I start, weakly reaching for her retreating head. “June, wait, you don’t have to, we can wait, we c…”

June shakes her head, and a quivering hand falls on my hip. “I have to, I have to,” she murmurs, managing a sleepy grin. “You want this, right? You’ve wanted this for so long.”

She waits for my response; she sits between my legs with her fingers wrapping under my waistband. Despite her lidded eyes and slow, deep breaths, the smirk on her face is pure, foxy seduction; I broke her, and now she wants to break me.

“I…yeah, yeah, but you’re tired, we can wait, you can sleep if you…”

“You want this, right?” June repeats, voice lowering. The grip on my waistband tightens; her eyes widen with tantalizing interest. “Right?”

“Y…yeah, I do, I do, I just…”

“You want this.” June’s tone is guiding, now; she raises a brow, smirking when I, shakily, nod.

“Good girl.” The praise rolls off her tongue like a curse; and then she drags my pants down my legs.

I gasp when cold air hits my bare cunt, hands flying to my face as June’s eyes land on my heat and she groans, grip on my thigh tightening. I don’t want to look; my face burns hot under my arms as I fold them over my eyes, shivering when I hear June shift.

And then she does…nothing.

She doesn’t move, she doesn’t touch me. She just sits there, still and silent, and I keep my arms locked over my eyes.

“Stop staring,” I manage, face burning beneath my skin. “June, stop staring at me like that.”

She doesn’t reply; she doesn’t even move. After a very, very long second, I hear a breath.

But it’s wrong.

It’s not light and tipsy like it’d been at first, and it’s not husky and foxy like it’d been a second ago. It’s low and hoarse and eerie, and it comes out of nowhere.

I suddenly don’t want to pull my hand away. Every bone in my body is yelling at me to keep my hand right where it is. Why? I don’t know. I can’t move. My fingers are plastered to my face, and my eyes squeeze further shut.

“June?” My voice quivers. “Stop fucking with me. If you wanna stop, we can stop. Just stop…staring at me, and say something.”

Another rattling breath. She sounds dead, and I have no idea why. She sounds like she’s been six feet under for the past thousand years.

Something cold slides over my hand, then. I flinch at the touch — because what the hell would June have brought with her that happens to be kind of soft and weirdly gritty and freezing cold — but then it’s wrapping around my wrist, and I feel nails.

Oh. She’s holding my hand.

She holds my wrist for a little. Her grip keeps shifting, until her palm comes to rest over my vein, like she’s feeling the dull pulse of my heartbeat under my skin.

“Your hands are cold,” I stammer, nervous laugh finding its way to my tongue when her grip tightens.

Her nail pokes my skin, and I flinch; because suddenly, her nails somehow seem sharper. They run up over my skin, and they leave a cold burning sensation in their wake as they travel up my arm, over my shoulder, up my neck, and then they’re sitting under my jaw, wrapping lightly around my throat.

Something is different. June feels different, she smells different — something has changed.

Hot breath fans over my stomach, another cold hand landing on my hip. Her nails dance over my skin, and hair tickles my sides; an unnatural shiver runs down my spine, and a pulsing, alien thought enters my head, one that comes out of nowhere and seems impossible but it makes my heart stop all the same.

Whatever is in the room with me isn’t June.

It’s insane to think. I don’t know why I’m thinking it, or what it means, but I’m certain.

It’s not June in the room with me anymore.

“June?” My voice is tiny, afraid. I stare into the blackness of my arm pressed against my eyes. “June? Hello?”

The nails move. A little laugh, dark in nature; and then the hand around my throat gives it a tiny squeeze, hot breath warming my chest.

Look at me.

My body moves on its own. My arm just falls away from my face, and my eyes open, and they land on the figure hovering over me; dark hair tickles my face, pooling around my head.

And then my body freezes; my eyes go wide, and my jaw drops.

The eyes staring back at me aren’t sleepy, aren’t crystal blue, and they aren’t June.

They’re predatory, they’re dangerous, and they’re burning gold.

June isn’t here right now. Not-June’s lips curl into a wicked grin, and her blazing gaze rakes over me before they return to my eyes.

Right now, you’re mine.

I can’t speak. I can’t do anything, actually; every muscle in my body is frozen in a mix of shock and surprise and terror and a desire that explodes to life in my gut when the thing’s eyes meet mine. Face hovering like a ghost, the creature only stares, starving golden gaze flicking across my body.

It takes a minute; but then my body restarts, and one deafening thought rings through my head.

Run.

Something laughs when my legs bunch up beneath me and I throw myself out of the bed. Maybe something laughs. Maybe I think something laughs. I don’t know. I don’t care. My head is spinning, my throat is closing; I just want to get to the door, away from the thing that is no longer June.

Stop. The word blasts through my head like it’s being purred through a loudspeaker; all at once my knees buckle, and I collapse onto the floor a mere ten feet from the door.

But I can’t move.

I can’t move.

Look at me, the voice in my head whispers, warm and waiting.

And I do.

I turn, and I look at it.

The thing is sitting on my couch, cross-legged, with its hands palms-down between its folded legs. Its head tilts; that piercing golden gaze razes over me with a predatory curiosity. A weird, unnatural black fog is drifting around its bare shoulders; and are those embers floating around my room?

I’ve been waiting, the creature says, or…or thinks, or I think. June hasn’t told you about me. About us.

Wide-eyed, heart pounding a staccato on my ribs, I breathlessly shake my head. The creature smiles, then; it does look oddly like June, down to the smile. June, if she suddenly stripped off her normal clothes and changed them out for ragged lingerie, then proceeded to roll in dirt and give herself mud-matted black hair. Plus the eyes, and the embers, and whatever else is accompanying the thing on my couch.

Elegantly, the thing stretches forward like a cat, eyes fluttering shut; and then it’s elegantly crawling off the bed, gliding towards me on long, blackened legs.

I still can’t move. My body is still frozen; I can only watch in terror as the thing draws closer, hitching at the waist to look me in the eyes. Its pace is smooth and elegant but its movements are not; its head twitches curiously from side to side, studying me.

I understand why June likes you. The voice is a murmur this time, one that makes me shiver. I wonder why you like her so much?

The creature’s questions are rhetorical. I think. Maybe. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

My jaw quivers as I open my mouth, and I tremble when the thing’s eyes meet mine.

“What,” I start, words horribly slow, “are you?”

The creature smiles darkly, lowering itself to its hand and knees to get at my level.

What do you think I am? it asks. Its voice is all in my head. Its eyes sear into mine; I swear I’m seeing heaven and hell, and I’m feeling it too, and in response the thing laughs, low and wicked.

Heaven and hell, both at once. Smart girl, you know there is no difference.

“I didn’t say anything,” comes my response, rushed and confused; and then I suddenly know that the thing can hear me. It’s in my head, in my thoughts.

Smart girl, smart girl. The thing stops a mere few inches from my face, eyes smoldering gold, dark hair hanging nearly to the floor. It smells like dirt, but it also smells sweet, unnaturally so, and it makes me feel dizzy. I waver as I stare back into its gleaming eyes; it reminds me of a cat, of a cunning predator toying with the mouse stupid enough to get caught in its trap.

It takes me a moment to realize the thing is reaching for me, ash-covered fingers stretched towards my face.

And I can’t move away.

“Don’ touch me,” I whisper, voice tight and trembling. “Don’t, please, please.”

Are you scared? the creature — witch? — asks, voice coy. What do you think I’m going to do to you?

It’s still reaching for me, but slower now, like it’s mocking me. The shaking breath I take makes the corner of its lips quirk up in wicked amusement; it cocks its head, clearly waiting for my answer.

“Hurt me,” I reply, gaze shifting wildly from the creature to its moving hand. “You’re gonna hurt me, or take me, like you took June, or…”

Took June? The creature laughs, lowering itself further to my level and all but slithering its face nearer. I didn’t take June. I’m only borrowing her body.

“To hurt me,” I finish, breathing growing quicker as its fingers reach for my cheek. “You’re gonna hurt me, or kill me, or, or—!”

Soft, blackened fingers brush against my face; and all at once, my body is on fire. A violent shiver runs down my spine; my jaw drops in some mix of shock and desire, because suddenly, suddenly, fear isn’t on my mind anymore. No, no; all I feel is overpowering desire, swamping my senses and rendering them useless.

The witch has been watching my face; and when the panic disappears from my eyes, it smiles, hot breath washing sweetly over my face as its hand slides beneath my jaw, cradling the side of my head. I lean into the touch in a daze; because suddenly, I’m at the creature’s mercy, warm and tingling in its fingers.

I’m not here to hurt you, the creature murmurs, eyes glowing. You have something I want, and I’m here to get it.

“Get…get wha’?” My voice is drunken as I slump forward, weakly rubbing my cheek against the fingers caressing my face. “I’ve…I’ve…got some stuff in the other room, but…”

No, no. Nothing like that. The witch’s other hand lands on my waist; slowly, she — she? — begins to rise onto her knees, and her chest is pressed against mine, lips brushing the side of my face and eyes trained on me. I’m not here for any material possessions.

“Then what,” I start, mumbling against hot skin when I turn my face towards her shoulder, “do you…want?”

I breathe in against her neck, shivering when the sweet smell from earlier swallows me whole and the tiny embers alight on my skin. I feel so woozy; the soft drill of rain on the windows has bled into white noise that falls behind the labored sound of my breathing.

Slowly, the witch tilts my head up; her eyes are glowing with bridled anticipation and a lust she hasn’t yet let bleed.

I can show you.

What happens next is confusing.

One second I’m on the floor, leaning into the witch’s shoulder; and the next, my back is slamming against the couch, and the witch is on top of me. A second later, my stomach catches up; and that jolt sobers me up just enough for me to scramble onto my elbows, nearly bumping my forehead against the witch as she leans down toward me.

“What the fuck was — hey, hey,” and now I’m seeing that the witch is kneeling between my open and notably naked legs, hands landing on my thighs, “hey, hold on, hold…”

What I want, the witch purrs, suddenly ducking her face into my neck, is right here, and her grip tightens on my thighs.

Oh.

Oh.

“Y-you want t…but,” and I gasp sharply when a hot breath hisses out against my neck, “but June, I only…”

June is watching, the witch replies, voice low, and she’ll be watching while I ruin you.

Oh.

“That’s not what I…that isn’t what I — oh, oh,” and then my back is arching as lips meet against my neck, sucking hard on the pulse point beneath my jaw.

Once I get what I want, I’ll bring June back. The witch laughs against my skin. Cry out for her while I use you. I’m sure she’ll love it.

Use me? I want to ask, eyes opening, because that sounds a little more forceful than I’d expected, but then fingers are brushing over my cunt and holy shit, holy shit, the crack of pleasure that sounds off through my gut makes me wail.

Against my neck, the witch smirks, and I feel her tongue run up the side of my throat. It’s about now that I realize the roles here have switched; I’m completely at the creature’s mercy, a mere, melting puddle in her fingers, her fingers, her fingers…

Use your voice. A sharp tooth pricks my neck, and I jolt, grabbing onto the couch in surprise as the witch digs her nails into my thigh. Tell me what you’re thinking.

And just like that, my mouth opens, and words start falling out; and oh, oh, no, they’re worse than before, they’re so much worse and I can’t fucking stop.

“Want you t’ fuck m…fuck me, please, need you, your fingers are s-so long and your body is so fucking hot and fuck, fuck,” and holy shit, I can’t stop shaking, I can’t stop shaking when she’s brushing her fingers over where I need her most and she’s sucking on my pulse point with lazy interest.

Good. The witch laughs; and then, in a husky, teasing purr; good girl.

And the flood of comments from me only increases tenfold. I’m stammering through my words but I can’t stop talking, I can’t stop confessing how desperately I want to get ruined, how desperately I need to get ruined.

Please. The thought is mine, but I swear it’s as loud as hers. The witch lifts her face just enough to look straight into my eyes; and oh, her starving gaze is glowing like molten gold, and there’s a low rumbling in my ears.

You’re pathetic.

And then my knees are hitting my ears, knees slamming down beside my head and my stomach crunching up, because the witch is suddenly breathing against my cunt with her fingers wrapping tightly over my thighs.

Spread further, the witch growls, voice dark. Let your pretty June see you.

“J…June?” My head feels foggy. “June’s…she can see, she can watch, I can’t…she can…”

Embarrassment floods hot over my face at the thought — June, watching helplessly as the witch in her body ruins me from the inside out — but the hands on my thighs hold firm. The witch grins; she’s enjoying this, I think, watching me struggle to hide myself.

You’re helpless, the witch purrs, leaning down and letting a hot breath drift across my cunt. You’re weak.

“No,” I start, face hot, “I’m not, I’m n-not,” but then something rough and warm licks a long, wet stripe down my slit and my legs jerk and my back arches and I scream.

Smoldering golden eyes meet mine, hooded and gleaming with sinister desire as the witch’s tongue, serpentine in nature, snakes between my folds. Keep telling yourself that, she replies, voice mocking as she flicks her tongue back up. June knows you’re lying.

“I’m n…I kn…fuck, f-uh-huck, you’re so good, fuck,” and ooh, ooh, I shouldn’t be letting her do this, I can’t let her do this but holy shit, holy shit, it’s never felt this good. June’s name is stuck in my throat but the witch’s eyes are stuck in my head, burning and evil and calculating. She crouches between my legs, studying my face and noting my reactions every time her tongue flicks back and forth, skimming across my cunt.

My gut is heaving as I try to keep myself grounded. My body feels so heavy, and the witch is drawing all that weight to seed in my stomach, tight and tense. Every time she touches me I jolt like I’ve been electrocuted; and when she presses my thighs down, body suddenly slithering up mine, I moan openly into her face.

Careful, she hisses, a cruel smile drawn across her face as a slow shiver rolls down her spine. You’re getting June excited.

“I-I’m what?” I try to grind against something, anything, but it’s near impossible when I’m folded in half, my knees hitting my ears and my thighs beginning to burn from the stretch. Above me, the witch only smiles; and then she sweeps back down my body to my open legs, going straight back to edging me with her tongue. I’m growing desperate; head tilting back, I let my trembling moans echo down the short hallway beyond the couch, legs twitching.

Between my thighs, the witch sighs; and then I feel her nose press against my cunt a mere second before her lips close over my clit.

The broken moan that explodes out of my mouth is volatile; my head snaps back up, and I grapple furiously for a rapid hold on anything in my near vicinity because oh, fuck, my hips are rocking on their own and I can only ride out the waves of pleasure bubbling in my system.

My right hand finds the edge of the couch; my left hand finds a handful of slick hair, and before I can stop myself I’m pulling furiously on both, anchoring myself down as my legs jerk.

And for the first time, the witch gets caught off-guard. Abruptly, she stops; her grip on my thighs tightens, and she looks up at me with predatory humor in her eyes and a wicked smirk crossing her face.

For a moment, I think she’s about to kill me.

But then she arches her back, leaning slightly off-center, and gives me a perfect view as she reaches down between her own legs, sighing smokily against my skin when her fingers crook beneath clinking metal scales.

So mean, she laughs, the sound dark, getting June all worked up when she can’t do anything about it.

And then her fingers are sliding between my lips, pushing down my throat; and oh, it’s June, the taste is all June but sweeter and oh, fuck, fuck, the witch is breathing into me again, but this time she’s flicking her tongue, fast, and fuck, fuck —

“In,” I hiccup, voice garbled by the fingers pressing down on my tongue, “In, in.”

I grip onto her hair a little tighter, winding it around my fingers as I buck my hips up toward her face; and in response, the witch leans forward, pressing my legs further back.

Don’t be rude. Lazily, the witch closes her lips around my clit once again, sucking absently on the swollen nerves and grinning when I take a loud, shuddering breath. Ask properly.

“Please,” I stammer, words rushed, “please, in, please tongue-fuck me, please, please, I need it, I need, I need…”

The witch closes her eyes, cheeks hollowing; and again, I moan, nails scraping against the edge of the couch as I try to hold back from double-fisting her hair.

Say her name, the witch purrs; and then I understand.

“Please…pleas-e, June, fuck, I need it bad, I need it now — please, June, please, I’ll do anything, anything, please, please,” and now I sound pathetic, whimpering out for June while the thing possessing her body listens but oh, who cares anymore, “please, June, I’ll fuck you when I’m done, I’ll fuck you again, I don’t care, please, p-please…”

The witch pauses. There’s a soft graze of teeth over my cunt, and I flinch; but then the witch is laughing wickedly, gazing up at me with lust-charged adrenaline in her eyes.

Wicked, she breathes, nails digging into my skin, wicked, wicked girl.

And then her mouth is hot against my cunt, teeth pinching me for a second before something hot and long and rough is sliding down my entrance and I swear I see stars. My body draws tight, thighs flexing beneath firm fingers; and oh, oh, I can’t breathe anymore, I can only quiver and yelp as the witch begins to slowly rake her nails down my legs while her tongue draws out the most sinful of sounds from my aching core.

“R…right there, ri…right there, right th…right th…” I can’t finish my sentence; my chest heaves every time the witch moves, my voice jumping and breath dying in my throat, because holy shit, holy shit, her tongue is so long, and it’s in me, it’s in me, it’s slithering and flicking through my insides and I swear it’s her life source because she’s sucking me dry like it’s the water she needs to live. Spit dampens the insides of my thighs; her nails dig into my skin, eyes narrowing in thin focus before her tongue curls and pokes the spongy spot right beneath my entrance.

I moan, loud.

Her eyes narrow further — an ember rushes past my face, more frantic than before — and then her tongue is rubbing acutely against my sweet spot, and overstimulation is sending me into overdrive. The hand on my couch flies to the witch’s hair; I’m near ripping handfuls of it out at this point, jaw dropped and flooding pleasure and sensitivity making me scream.

“Right there, right there; please be nice, please be nice, p-please be nice,” I beg, mantra spilling uselessly from my lips as I try to rock into her face. Crouched between my thighs with her eyes glowing like beacons in her face and her lips curling into an otherwise unnatural smirk, the witch only looks up at me with mock sympathy, the triumph of watching me break in her fingers all-too-evident in her gaze.

No.

And then oh, she’s sucking, the rough caress on my sweet spot sinfully heaven, and fuck, fuck, I can barely contain myself anymore. An incoherent, pitched wail explodes out of my mouth, and before I really realize what I’m doing, I grab the massive crescent moon crownpiece on her forehead and pull.

For some reason, she doesn’t fight back. I anchor myself to the thing as hard as I can, squeezing it till my knuckles go white; my eyes open for a split second, just long enough for me to see her glaring up at me with a burning golden gaze and glazed skin.

“Y-you’re insane,” I pant, hips bucking up into the witch’s face, earning another long wail from me as her tongue reaches all the right places and then a few more, “this is insane, a—haa, I…I…”

I can’t think anymore. I can’t think. I feel my back crack as it arches higher off the couch; cold hands slide under my back, lifting me further up and pulling me closer to the succubus between my thighs. Her tongue writhes in my gut, stroking the rough patch on my walls mercilessly.

“R-righ’, y-yeah, like th…like…h’oh, oh, fuck,” and I grab onto the corner of the crescent with shaking hands, “g’onna…gon…fuck, f-fuck, wai’…”

I can make you lose your mind. The words hiss through my head, seductive and raspy and dangerously predatory. I will make you lose your mind.

I don’t doubt her words. My head feels like it’s splintering into a thousand pieces; my chest aches every time I try to breathe, and my stomach is a whole other story. I’m clenching down on her tongue so hard that I’m shaking, legs twitching uncontrollably every time she moves. There’s a tight knot weaving itself larger and larger in my gut, and flecks of light have begun to seed behind my eyes, flashing every single time the witch’s grip tightens, every single time her tongue thrusts down into me, every single time she growls against my cunt, every time —

Out of nowhere, the witch pulls away, tongue drawing out of me and grip on my legs vanishing. All at once, the pleasure evaporates from my body, and the disappointed, desperate moan that escapes my mouth is humiliatingly loud, embarrassment flushing red across my face as the witch only smirks, corners of her lips curling up mockingly as she leans forward.

I can do something else, too. Slowly, she hoists herself over me, and the room lapses into a tense silence, save for the clink of the metal jewelry adorning her body that hangs low onto me and the soft rustle of long hair brushing over my skin, tickling against my sides. For what seems like a long time, she just watches my face, head tilting when my hands slide from her crownpiece to the thick loop on her neck.

I crook my fingers into the center of it before I tug, breathing light as I try to coax the witch closer.

Nothing.

“C-come back, come b…please, was s’close, pl…June, please, please.” I tug a little harder on the thing, blinking back the frustrated gloss threatening to gather in my eyes.

The witch cocks her head the other direction, smirk growing wider. Are you crying?

“N-no, I jus…please, please,” I beg, hands slipping to the chains hanging off of her sides. “I don’t wanna wait, I can’t w-wait, please, f’uck me, break me, need t’cum, please.”

The witch glances down at my hands, watching for a moment as I fiddle with the loops of chain hanging off of her sides. Then she looks back up, cruelty in her eyes; and she sweeps forward, face bumping mine as she all but coils up around my head.

Are you ready to beg for me to stop?

And then she kisses me; and oh, fuck, fuck, I can taste myself on her lips. She hums smokily into my mouth and I moan wantonly into hers. She sucks my tongue, she bites my lip, she all but chokes me; and then she laughs into my open mouth, the sound dark and sinister and promising nothing holy and everything sinful.

Cum.

One moment, my body is frozen, pleasure long gone like a withdrawn tide; and the next, it’s back, only this time it’s multiplied by ten and the knot in my gut is reaching every inch of my body as it shreds and rips into a thousand pieces that set my body on fire.

I don’t just moan, I scream; but the witch swallows my cries, drinks them from my mouth as my long-awaited orgasm blazes to life, setting wildfire to my core and hooking its claws into my lungs. It rocks my body in its grasp; the seeds of light behind my eyes explode into fireworks, until all I can see is white and all I can feel are the cold chains biting into my hands. My chest bumps something — the witch, maybe — and as I drag her down against my body, my orgasmic screams ringing dully in my ears, I start to get dizzy.

Cum.

The witch’s voice echoes in my ears; and immediately, despite my dizzying overstimulation and uncontrollable screams, my body obeys. A fresh wave of hot pleasure snaps in my gut, sending sparks rocketing through my veins and crackling in my ears.

My screaming rises into breathless silence, broken by shattered cries that stick in my throat like briars and the witch’s low, wicked laughter.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. My body is alive with a new, burning pleasure; and there are teeth in my neck and a hand on my throat. Her teeth are in my neck and her hand is on my throat. She’s marking me, and maybe I’m bleeding but my body is boiling hot with pleasure and I can’t stop shaking and I can’t see, I can’t see anything besides exploding white. I cling to the witch’s chains, near swinging from the things with how hard I’m pulling on them; my body jolts as the witch wrecks my neck, the sharp pain only magnifies the pleasure, threatening to hurl me headfirst into a third violent orgasm.

Does it hurt yet? the witch asks, voice taking on a darkly amused edge. Cum again.

My vision clears for a brief moment, just long enough for me to see the thick haze of black fog and simmering embers zipping haphazardly past my face before my gut writhes and my feared next climax crashes into me at full force.

Something hot rolls down my face, and — oh, am I crying? — and then tears are flooding from my eyes, vision going blurry before it goes white once more. The witch keeps biting me — and fuck, fuck, every time her mouth touches me I seize up, and my body convulses, and my hands are shaking so hard when I frantically drag myself up to the witch, burying my face in what I think is the crook of her neck as I try to ride out my painstaking high.

She laughs in my ear when my tears start soaking her skin, the sound low and hoarse. My head is spinning, but I can still feel the faintest shift as the witch moves me, and then I feel something firm beneath my head.

Look at me.

I can’t, I want to say. I can’t see.

But then I can. I can squint — and through hot, salty tears, I can see her.

You’re weak, the witch murmurs, voice taking on a rough edge before her tongue traces a long line up my cheek, swallowing the tears dampening my face. Her eyes swims in my starry vision, hot breath warming my cheek. You couldn’t control yourself if you tried.

“I c…I ca…d’oh, no, please.” I’m trying to say that I can’t get away and I need to, I need to, but the words won’t come out. The witch bites my ear before she drops back down to my stomach; gazing up at me with hooded, smokey golden eyes, her tongue runs in a long hot streak up the center of my chest, and one more cum echoes in my ears.

My back nearly snaps from how hard I arch forward and how fast my vision explodes to white once more. My legs shake like I’ve been electrocuted; my hips jerk up, hitting something slender and lean that’s slowly drawing over my body. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t think, I can’t; my body is splintering into pieces, my breath is being stretched thin, and my cunt just keeps pumping out pleasure, even when my senses are long overstimulated and pumped with too much, too much.

One more time, the witch purrs, voice cutting through my silenced climax — and for a second, I’m panicking, terrified of how my body will react to another turbulent orgasm.

And then, legs are sliding around my head, and my face is buried between the witch’s thighs and I’m drowning in sweet, thick arousal.

The witch doesn’t need to speak for me to understand; and when a light touch lands on my shivering stomach, slowly reaching down between my legs, I dive headfirst into my task.

You’ve tortured June for so long. The fingers crawl closer to my soaking cunt, nails pricking my skin. You finish when she finishes.

Fuck. I’m desperate; I gasp against the witch’s cunt, trying to remember what I’d done with June to finish her off. Heaving for breath, I start pushing my tongue into her; but then the witch’s finger taps my clit and I explode.

I scream into her cunt, teeth pricking the wet, sensitive skin; my hips jerk up, heels digging into my couch as a climax, or maybe an effect of one, sends blistering pleasure through my body. The inhale I take is pressed against the witch’s cunt; and she shivers, she tangibly shivers, grinding down into my mouth.

June is close. The witch sighs as she rolls her hips into my face, fingers threatening to get too close to my arousal. Make her cum, fast, and maybe the pleasure won’t kill you.

I know. I know. Desperate tears stream from my eyes; I can’t breathe, my body is shattering and fracturing and falling to a hundred tiny pieces and the witch could crush those shards into even smaller ones.

Please, June. The plea is mental as I wrap my lips weakly around her bud, abusing the swollen bundle of nerves with panic driving my motions faster and faster. Please, June, please.

I don’t know how the witch and June work together — the witch has her body, but June is in there somewhere, and she responds. The witch’s hips twitch, rolling brokenly against my face.

Please! My desperate sob is accompanied by a breathless, choked scream. Please! Please!

The witch freezes. There’s an audible gasp; and then, a final cum is blasting through my head as two fingers thrust up into my cunt and the witch’s body convulses.

I can’t scream anymore. I can’t breathe anymore. My chest is as tight as it can be; arousal paints my face, spraying into my eyes and across my chin and neck. My orgasm — my fifth — is rendering me lifeless. The fire has devoured me from the inside out, and I can’t feel anymore as the final tide of pleasure, a thousand feet high and a hundred feet deep, swallows me whole and thrusts me into thick, black silence.

It’s the drum of rain that brings me back.

The drum of rain; and the shallow, weak panting coming from beside me.

When I open my eyes, it takes a minute for my vision to return. The world is blurry; I wipe at my eyes, only for my hands to come back damp and fingers strung with —

Oh.

Oh.

Sobriety smacks me in the face, and with a sharp gasp I scramble to my elbows, gaze flying round to find the witch.

I don’t find the witch.

Instead, I find a weak, shivering June, half-fallen off the couch with her nails digging into the upholstery and her face screwed in exhaustion. Sweat gleams on her skin, hair sticking to her damp face and body quivering with overexertion. Her bare chest is heaving, her stomach twitches with every breath — and whenI look down, I find thick, pale arousal painting her lower stomach and running down the curve of her thighs.

As if she can feel me watching her, she shifts; her eyes open, and her blue hues focus blearily on mine.

“She’s never…done that,” June breathes, voice hoarse. “She…I’m so sorry.”

My body jolts at she, and with a weak, shaking hand I wave her off. “S…’s fine. ‘M…okay.”

Exhaustion may be weighing her down, but June manages a dubious raise of her brow nonetheless. “She f-uhhh-cked you up,” she replies, voice shaking. “You…sure you’re okay?”

Weakly, I nod, trying to roll toward her; it’s then that I find my body has shut down, legs locked and too heavy to lift. June notices my predicament; a moment later, a hand lands on my shoulder, followed shortly by a smell that’s sweet, cozy, and June.

“Don’ move,” she murmurs, eyes glazed over with fatigue as she collapses unceremoniously against my chest. “S’ a succubus. You’re g…gonna be tired for a little.”

Tired? No shit. Quivering with the exertion, I manage to weakly loll my head against hers, breathing into her hair as she tucks into me.

“She’s tired,” June continues, voice trembling. “She won’t…she won’t come back for awhile.”

“Good,” I reply, word slurred and sleepy as exhaustion threatens to drag me under. “Need…need a l’il time t’ sleep.”

Weakly, June manages to tilt her face up; her eyes land on mine as she sleepily pulls my face down, open mouth ghosting against mine and lashes brushing delicately against my cheek.

“Mind if I spend the night?” she laughs, sound breathy and hoarse. In response, I shake my head, nose bumping hers.

“Don’t think I’ve a choice.”

“Not unless you want me t’ Uber home like this,” June replies, voice sleepy. “I’ll make you somethin’ when I wake up.”

“Pancakes,” I mumble belatedly, breathing slowing down as darkness creeps in on my vision and June’s eyes start to drift shut and the sound of rain outside seeps into my head. “Pancakes would be perfect.”

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Breakfast in the Bed || Mike Wheeler x Reader

Day 3 of Fictober

Pairings: Mike Wheeler x [gn]Reader, Elmax

Fandom: Stranger Things (2016-)

Requested: Could you write a Mike x Reader fic where Mike and the rest of the party surprise the reader with breakfast in bed on their birthday and the reader accidentally confesses that she likes Mike? Or something like that, idk. Thanks!

A//n: Holy fuck, im so sorry this took a million years, but thank you loads for being so incredibly patient. It gets so hard sometimes, but know that I appreciate your guys' understanding and patience with me and I've always had every intention of getting it done cause I want to keep my promise to you guys 💞 i thought this was a cute request, and for a while I had this idea stuck in my head that made it kinda hard to write but then when I started writing, it took a different direction in a different tone but i think it helped. Its more of a funny chaotic kind of fluff rather than an typical "you like me?" cliche fluff. Either way I hope you like it and thanks again for being so patient and requesting!

Fictober Day 1: "you did this?"

[Not Really] Warnings: fluff, a Zathura reference. Elmax being adorable girlfriends

Key: f/b = favorite breakfast/fav.food

"Are you sure about this, man?"

"Shh!" Mike hisses, trying desperately to keep the tray in his hands balanced. "You'll wake Y/n!"

Lucas looks at his friend completely dumbfounded like the rest of the group, aside from El who clung to Max's arm with a perplexed expression and a party hat on her head.

"Dude," Lucas deadpans. "That's the whole point."

"You know what I mean," Mike huffs.

With some convincing from your head of house and some careful planning the night before, the party now found themselves in your doorway with your favorite breakfast. You were still out cold, head buried in your pillow and your limbs tangled messily in your sheets.

"Are you sure we even should be doing this?" Max asks in a whisper. "You know how Y/n feels about sleeping. And, ya know, I'd want to sleep in on my birthday."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Dustin eases with a smile, and a cheery tune. "It's us! And food. In bed!"

He steps out from behind Mike and enters your bedroom, and everyone watches wearily as he tiptoes to your bedside. You still hadn't moved, aside from the steady rise and fall of your body. Max's words played over in Mike's head and the more it did he couldn't help but realize she was probably right. He tried calling out to Dustin but it was too late. By the time the grinning boy had reached out to touch your shoulder it looked more as if he were poking a sleeping bear.

You groaned but never moved, and Dustin tried again.

"Dustin?" Will whispers uneasily. "Maybe, Max is right. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Y/n~" Dustin sings in a low volume, and he begins shaking you more. "Y/n, wake up~! We've got a surprise for you~!"

You shift in your bed but again, show no signs of consciousness. Dustin looks over his shoulder at his friends, a bright smile overtaking his face.

"Guys, it's fine! Look," He turns back to you, shaking your shoulder again and missing the winces from your friends. "Y/n-"

Dustin stumbles back when your palm meets his face with a rough smack.

"Go away!" You exclaim, eyes screwed shut to block out all the invasive light that stung your vision.

You didn't quite know who all was there, all you did know was that people were in your bedroom and trying to wake you up.

"Why," you seethed, your voice low and gravelly from lack of use. "am I awake at,"

You roll over to look at the flickering red lights of your alarm clock, your eyelids fighting hard to stay open.

"six-thirty in the morning?"

Through your blurry vision you can make out all of the party standing in your room, looks of displacement written all over their faces. It's quiet for a moment as they struggle for words, until El breaks the silence with a party blower.

Max winces from her side, and sends a small smile to the brunette and in a small voice says to her. "Yeah, maybe not now, okay El?"

El winces, taking the party blower out of her hand and gives you a wide toothy smile. You didn't mind so much as you just wanted to give into what your body was telling you do; bury yourself under the covers and slip back into sleep.

You groan again, doing just that. You let your body fall back into the small nest you had unintentionally made for yourself but you knew the comfort was going to be short lived. And it was.

"Come on, Y/n," Lucas said, stepping into your bedroom, gesturing past Dustin who was still rubbing his nose, and over to Mike who timidly held the tray of f/b. "We made you breakfast."

They were met with silence. And no, they were not being ignored but you in fact were drifting back off.

"You can eat it in bed," Lucas added with a hopeful grin.

Your head picked up when you registered what your friend said. Your eyelids still felt they were made of magnets wanting to snap together but it was a little easier to fight it.

You were kinda hungry... And you wanted to spend today with your friends anyway.

You plastered on a sleepy smile, and turned to look at your friends through your half-lidded eyes as if you hadn't just scolded them.

"For me?" You asked in an exaggerated, sickly sweet voice that asked them to move on from it.

They all laughed nervously - again, apart from El who just seemed happy you were happy now.

"Yup," Lucas said. "We thought you deserved something special for your birthday, so we all decided to surprise you."

His voice was a bit uneasy, but your brain was still too foggy to comprehend it. So you just pulled yourself up into a sitting position against your pillows, readjusting your sleepshirt and pajama bottoms since they had shifted an uncomfortable amount throughout the night.

You smiled up at them all, feeling kinda guilty.

"Thank you guys," you said, with a genuine smile. "This is actually really nice. Here, you can come in,"

Mike seemed the most relieved out of all of them, and anxiously he stepped forward and headed for your bedside with the tray table full of food and drink. Max and El walked hand in hand to stand at the end of you bed, Max taking a seat on the end of the mattress to face you while El began playing with ends of her hair. Lucas and Dustin were further along the side of the bed to make room for Mike who carried the tray.

You bit the inside of you cheek a little, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you yawned.

"Sorry I hit you, Dustin," you say meekly, beginning to feel a bit silly about the whole thing.

He shrugs it off with a smile. "Eh, no worries. We'll be laughing about it later. Right, guys?"

He pat Mike's back in a playful - and forceful - manner, unintentionally throwing the balance off the tray. Not a single item stayed on the wooden tray, but was now splayed out all over your sheets and soaking through your shirt and pajama bottoms. You jumped back at the unwelcomed and highly uncomfortable sensation, gaping down at the mess you were now buried in. Slowly you look up to meet eyes with the party, particularly Dustin and Mike.

They looked as if they had crapped their pants.

Dustin's jaw hangs open for a moment, his entire body completely frozen. His right hand is wrenched up to point at Mike, who stares at the tray with glazed eyes, and his face completely crimson.

"It was all his idea!" Dustin squeaks.

Your fiery gaze meets Mike's terrified one, and his mouth parts as he begins sputtering. He was trying to summon an apology, or even an "it was an accident" but all he managed was a nervous, uncomfortable smile.

Your heart would have fluttered at his state had it not been for the meal that had just been dumped on you. You yank the sheets off of you, drops of what hadn't yet soaked completely in flew through the air and hit some of your friends and Mike backs away. He drops the tray from his hands when you climb out of bed with a look that could kill, wet chunks of food falling off of you and landing on the floor with slap.

"You did this?"

Sure, your best friend and long time crush had looped all your friends into coming over and surprising you for your birthday. But he also was the reason you not only lost a long morning of sleeping in, but were now wearing your breakfast and didn't have a warm bed to go back into when they left.

You're eyes narrowed at him. "You did this."

"I'm sorry!" He shouts, running out into the hallway.

"YOU'RE LUCKY I LIKE YOU WHEELER, OR YOU'D BE DEAD! NOW GET BACK HERE, AND CLEAN THIS UP!" You shout, running out right after him.

The remainder of the party stands awkwardly at your bedside where you left them.

Dustin laughs nervously. "That went well,"

Will gestured over his shoulder towards the hall, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Wait," he laughs. "Did Y/n finally just admit what I think Y/n just admitted?"

Max grimaced as she wiped away the remainder of food that had clung to her face, and flicked it away disgusted that she had been hit.

"Yup," Max says, popping the 'p'. "Didn't think I'd see the day, either."

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