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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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you'll be back.

Yandere rockstar x reader

A/n: this was very rushed so I'll fix it later, but please enjoy! 🌺

Tw: dub con turns to non con, breeding kink, obsessive behavior, yandere ex boyfriend, very minor angst

🎸you hated him. Hated his guts, his handsome looks, the way he'd wrap his arm around your waist as if you were still dating. His spotless dark skin you were so envious of, that dumb charismatic smile. You hated it. Why did he do this to you? Always running back and begging you to let him stay for a while. And you'd let him. Why? You didn't know

🔥 Maxine knew. It's because you still loved him. He knew you did. Why else would you let him climb into your bed and hold you close? Why else would you let him kiss your lips? Why else would you let him undress you slowly with so much love

🎸he was a mess for you, no matter how many fans he had, they could never replace you. All the girls he slept with after your breakup? None of them compared. He loved you more than his love for the life he had. But if he did, why did he pick it over you?

🔥 highschool sweethearts, well, up until you both graduated and he started a band. They were small, but slowly grew in the following year. Having multiple companies reach out in hopes of striking a record deal. Soon, nightly Melodies came to be.

🎸you forgot his bandmates names, they weren't really important to you since they didn't bother trying to know their leaders lover. Good riddance you say. You never liked how that drummer kept staring at him.. not to mention his fans were psychopaths. Harassing you online and sometimes even in real life. He didn't even care after you'd complain about it

🔥you were eachother's first time, first everything. So ofcourse it hurt when you finally confronted him after he skipped your date night for the 10th time that month. He never had time for you anymore, brushing you off in favor of hanging out with his "friends"

"just calm down babe geez.. it's not that big of a deal.."

"not that big huh? Well then, if you care so little about actually being a good boyfriend, consider yourself single."

🎸you left him to stare at you in shock as you packed your bags, he tried stopping you. Begging you to stay, blocking the door, standing behind your car as you tried driving away. He promised he could change. But you knew otherwise. You were done

🔥months later, he stalks your socials and keeps sending you gifts. All until you start to crumble and let him in slowly. He knew you wouldn't last long. His reputation and band be damned. All he wanted was you.

🔞you could only stare at him, unsure as he kissed the valley between your breasts and trailed lower, hands rubbing up and down your sides. You could feel his dick press against your leg, your clothing scattered all over the bedroom floor

"there there pretty baby.. let me take care of you hm? Such a good girl.. want me to fuck this pretty pussy as a reward? Hm?"

🔞he slowly pushes the tip inside after teasing you relentlessly for what seemed like hours. Letting out Little groans as he slipped in inch by inch. Praising you for taking him so well, cutting himself off and letting out a lewd gasp after he felt you squeeze him

🔞 he starts off slow and steady, he doesn't last long as he's practically fucking you into the bed. Crying out tears of euphoria at the feeling of you sucking him in deeper, the tip bullying your cervix

"f-uuuckkk pretty ma', hah.. I don't think I can last long- a-ah!"

🔞he refuses to stop after cumming inside you once. Babbling something about knocking you up and filling you up with his children. Gathering some sense of clarity you tried begging him to stop, but he clamped a hand over your mouth. Pinning you down and angling your hips higher. Blue eyes staring down at you with manic glee

🔞drool drips down his chest as he pants and groans, he only stops until he's fully drained and each touch of his skin makes his hips spasm. Pulling you flush against him he practically purrs, nuzzling his face into your chest. You couldn't help but wince at the cold feeling of his lip piercings rub against your bare skin. Tiredly reaching a hand up to play with his dark curly hair

🔞you better hope the test comes back positive, because if it doesn't he'll just keep going every night until you're swollen with his child. This may dampen his image a bit but he couldn't care less. Staring fondly at your tummy and the ring on your finger. He was holding your hand as you both Walked into an important event, He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone as his wife!

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maxinewisewrites · 28 days

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my photos are grainy

no time to capture

a clear shot

of a world held

together by strands

of darting pieces.

#my writing #maxine wise writes #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #poem #poetry #writerscommunity #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #female poets #writerscreed #poetselixir #poets of tumblr #poets on poetry #poetsandwriters #poets corner

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writing-rat · 4 months

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From Holiness to a Sinner

Pairings: Maxine x Lorraine

Content: 18+ Content, Smut, Public sex, Semi-public sex, handjobs, blowjobs, G!P Maxine, corruption kink, daddy kink, Loss of virginity

Summary: Lorraine loves Maxine. She plans to run away with her. She is in one of her last services when Maxine decides to be brave...

It was a normal Sunday for everyone… well almost everyone. Maxine and Lorraine were sitting together and discreetly holding hands. Lorraine was the pastor’s daughter, and she had been taught all the sins of gays and sex before marriage. She didn’t really agree though, she was in love with Maxine and they were planning to run away soon. They were only best friends however, holding hands was the sign of their affection.

Lorraine nearly yelped eventually when Maxine’s hand was moving. It moved from the top of her hand to her thigh which caused Maxine to smirk. “Shhh,” she spoke quietly and looked at her. “Trust me,” she added and Lorraine nodded, knowing the punishment would be harsh if they were caught. Maxine soon rubbed her thigh, causing Lorraine’s skirt to go up slightly. They were in the back seats at least so no one would see. Maxine looked around discreetly as Lorraine was bright red, hunched over and covering her mouth. Lorraine was quiet and Maxine loved that.

“I know you like me, I can tell from when we hang out together at the lake. I want you now. Just tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” she asked quietly and Lorraine nodded.

“Please… just be quick,” she murmured when her father’s voice boomed out. Maxine smirked and nodded.

Soon enough, her hand was under Lorraine’s skirt, brushing up against her underwear as she bit her lip. She was rubbing her clothed pussy gently, practically worshipping it. Maxine’s trousers were starting to tighten up admittedly, and Lorraine noticed. In fact, she blushed even harder as she was biting into her knuckle to not make a sound, acting like she was listening to her father.

Maxine was soon pushing the underwear to the side and was rubbing Lorraine’s clit gently, looking at the pastor while doing so. She was looking all innocent but Lorraine knew she wasn’t at this point. She loved how she was being played with. She let out a few grunts every now and then into her hand but they were successfully hidden. Soon enough, the rest of Maxine’s hand rubbed down her while her thumb kept playing with her clit. Maxine slowly started to enter a finger and Lorraine widened her eyes, before she bit harder.

She was sure she was bleeding just a little bit on her hand but it was worth it for this pleasure.

Maxine kept fingering her as she was being slow and gentle to not alert anyone, pressing her thumb harder on her clit while circling it. Lorraine’s eyes were closed at this point. “Keep them open, don’t want your daddy knowing now, hm church mouse?” she teased. Lorraine nodded as she opened them and looked at the front while Maxine just entered a second finger in.

Lorraine bit back a grunt as she was soon tensing up around Maxine’s fingers, unable to help it as she came right there and then. Maxine kept thrusting her fingers in, helping Lorraine through her first orgasm before she pulled her fingers out and inserted them into her own mouth. “You taste good,” she hummed out quietly.

It was just after the congregation and everyone had left now. Even her father but he was in the back office. Maxine and Lorraine were still there as Lorraine didn’t want to get up yet, her legs a bit shaky and weak still. Maxine just held her hand before she thought. “Want to sit in that corner?” she asked, nodding to a new place that was obscured if you looked out the window of the back office. “Sure,” Lorraine spoke, getting up. Maxine was following her and before Lorraine sat down, she bent her over and smirked as she flipped the skirt up, revealing her underwear fully that was already ruined. “So hot,” Maxine murmured.

“Max. What are you doing?” Lorraine asked quietly, trying to not alert her father. That’s when Maxine pulled down her trousers, revealing her dick. “You didn’t wear boxers?” Lorraine asked quietly.

“Being commando is fun,” she explained as she was fully hard and was humping Lorraine a bit. “Maxine, please, just hurry up. Don’t wanna be caught,” she whined and Maxine licked her lips before she was entering inside of her slowly. “Let yourself adjust at least, this is your first time with my dick,” Maxine explained and Lorraine nodded. “Yes ma’am,” she moaned out quietly, biting into her hand that was holding onto the wood. Maxine was soon fully inside and stopped, just rubbing Lorraine’s sides, one holding her breast through her shirt as she nodded.

“Nice breasts,” Maxine smirked as she started to put her hand under her shirt and groped them. “Oh! No bra,” Maxine spoke excitedly as she rubbed and pinched the nipple, a small moan coming out of the small girl’s mouth. Soon enough Maxine was doing slow, gentle thrusts and even bent over, kissing her neck and shoulder as she was letting out her own quiet moans.

Lorraine was still quiet luckily as she was biting her wrist gently, closing her eyes. “God, I love your whole body,” Maxine moaned next to her ear, her hand that wasn’t groping Lorraine’s chest going to her pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb while her fingers hooked around Lorraine’s pubic hair. “I love an all-natural body too. Would love to explore and admire this at a later date,” Maxine grunted and Lorraine moaned weakly, unable to help it as she was leaning into the touch. She was nodding. “Please,” she whimpered out as she was feeling how Maxine was hitting her G-spot. It felt good. Maxine noticed as well and started to pound into that one spot as she was getting rougher and faster the more she kept going. “I want to cum,” Lorraine whimpered, getting louder but still quiet enough. Maxine looked at the door and smirked as she saw how the pastor didn’t notice. She didn’t need him to see his daughter being fucked yet. Maybe during a film, he would.

“You may,” Maxine moaned, giving her permission as she was getting close. Lorraine gasped as she clenched before cumming all over her dick. She kept thrusting meanwhile before she pulled out and came on Lorraine’s shirt. “Nice shirt,” she commented. Lorraine just blushed a brighter red.

“Thanks,” Lorraine responded, knowing that the taller girl came all over her back. “C…can I suck and stroke it?” she asked.

“Yes. But I want to do it in one place, can you?” she asked, helping Lorraine get dressed. When Lorraine went to grab her underwear, Maxine pulled her away. “You are being commando,” Maxine growled in her ear, before licking it, causing Lorraine to melt and nod.

“I can do it anywhere you want,” Lorraine spoke. “The confession booth,” Maxine stated and Lorraine widened her eyes before she was nodding.

Soon enough they were in the confession booth, Maxine’s trousers pulled down already where Lorraine could eye her dick. It was 5 inches, thick and had some veins running down it. There was also a neat trimming of hair. “Fuck,” Lorraine cursed, unable to help it as she was starting to stroke it. Maxine smirked.

“The corruption is working, hm?” Maxine asked. Lorraine just slapped her thigh but she couldn’t stop the redness affecting her face as she was stroking it and touching it all over as Maxine was gasping in pleasure at times.

“Good girl,” she commented as Lorraine was soon licking the top, her hand stroking the bottom of it. Lorraine, at that comment, started to suck it as she was only doing the head for the time being. Maxine was holding her hair gently, rubbing it as she was throwing her head back gently, closing her eyes in pleasure. Lorraine watched, proud of herself as she was slowly taking in more and more. She also rubbed herself, trying to ignore the fact she was in the confessional booth sinning. Maxine was letting her take her time as she was biting her lip and let out a guttural moan.

“God, you’re improving so much,” Maxine moaned out as Lorraine was happy to hear that, using her tongue whenever she could. She was thinking before she took it all in her mouth, gagging a bit but Maxine let out a grunt of pleasure and looked down. “Good girl, wanna be Daddy’s good girl hm?” she teased as Lorraine was nodding. “Good! You’re my Daddy’s girl now,” she smirked out before Lorraine was sucking her more. That’s when Maxine let out a loud moan by accident because Lorraine touched her balls and was massaging them. In fact she even came causing Lorraine to swallow. “Hello?” they heard a male voice call out. The pastor. He was looking around confused, unable to tell where it came from. Lorraine did a shush motion as she was embarrassed and Maxine nodded, looking out the window discreetly. The pastor was standing around for 5 minutes, silent as he was thinking if it was horny teens and he stayed silent, they would come out eventually. Soon enough he gave up and walked back into his office.

“Too close,” Lorraine mumbled causing Maxine to smirk.

“Luckily you won’t be with your daddy anymore. You’ll be with me and the dirty films. You want that?” Maxine asked. Lorraine was nodding. She would forever be with Maxine, even if there was nothing romantic… yet.

#lorraine day x maxine minx #maxine minx x lorraine day #lorraine x maxine #maxine x lorraine #lorraine day #maxine minx #x #x the movie #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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daresplaining · 5 months

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Maxine: "What would you have done if I'd locked the window?" Matt: "I give up. What would I have done?" Maxine: "Forget it." Daredevil vol. 1 #192 by Alan Brennert, Klaus Janson, and Joe Rosen

Given Matt's well-recorded penchant for breaking windows, I wouldn't risk it.

#Daredevil vol. 1 #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Maxine Lavender #ID in alt text #I should write a post compiling all of the wonderful DA characters Matt has interacted with over the years. They've consistently been great

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bones-ivy-breath · 9 months

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How It Was: Maxine Kumin on Anne Sexton, from Anne Sexton: The Complete Poems

#anne sexton #quote #maxine kumin #literature #poetry #dark academia #aesthetic #light academia #how it was #anne sexton: the complete poems #on poetry #on writing #classic academia #dark things #on art

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steddieassheg0es · 3 months

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Jump in the Fire

Eddie Munson doesn’t know how to listen to good sense. Don’t go flirting with pretty boys. Definitely don’t go falling for pretty boys. Don’t go poking around where you don’t belong. Don’t go back into the mall where a giant spider monster is trying to kill your friends… Or: a story of how Eddie Munson stumbles into something so much bigger than he ever planned by walking into Scoops Ahoy. Read or listen on AO3

Author: Me :) @steddieassheg0es / SteddieAsSheGoes AO3

Podfic and Cover art by : @n0connections / NoConnections AO3

Thank you so much to @steddiebang for the Steddie Big Bang 2023, I'm so thrilled to have been involved!

And a HUGE thank you to @n0connections for choosing my fic, creating an amazing podfic, and having endless patience with my temperamental writer brain. I couldn't have done it without you.

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imsodishy · 1 year

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Billy doesn’t actually have anything to do. The party invites have shriveled up. Dates too, girls still eye him up in the halls, but none of them actually want to put up with his shit. So he’s back in the arcade parking lot before five thirty anyway, he can wait here just as easy as he could anywhere else in this town. At least there’s a streetlight here for him to read under as the sun sinks.

He's only been there about twenty minutes when Max explodes out of the arcade, door snapping against the limits of its arc.

Sinclair is hot on her heels, hands bouncing like he’s pleading. “I just don’t understand why you care,” Billy hears him say.

Max turns on him, shouts, “I don’t!” right in his face.

“Then so what? If he’s being –“ Sinclair freezes. He’s spotted the Camaro. He takes a step back.

Max spins again to follow his sight line, she spots him too, and her angry little face gets pinched. She storms away from Sinclair. Billy can see his mouth flapping, trying to come up with something to say to her, but he doesn’t manage it before Max has sealed herself into the car with Billy.

“Let’s go,” she says when Billy doesn’t immediately take off. Throws about three extra syllables in go.

Fine then, no skin off his nose. He tosses his paperback in the back and turns the engine on. Sinclair just stands there and watches as they peel out, Max keeps her face turned pointedly away from him. He doesn’t ask. No point.

She clearly dwells on whatever the issue is as they drive. The car silent except for Ratt on the stereo. She’s got her arms crossed, jaw working like she’s chewing leather. They’re only about five minutes from home where she finally spits it out. “Do you have brain damage?” she snaps at him, then folds impossibly tighter into her seat.

Okay. Not what he was expecting.

He turns the radio down, rolls his lips into his mouth. “What?”

She huff and starts flinging her hands around like she does when she’s worked up, “Well I don’t know! Did the – did the drugs mess you up?”

Ah. Perhaps he’s been being weirder at home than he realized. This can’t just be about the silent treatment. That’s weird, but it’s not possible brain damage weird.

“You didn’t break my brain, Maxine.”

“Well then what the hell is wrong with you?” she explodes.

He scratches his chin while he thinks it over. It’s a question he’s heard a lot, in a lot of different tones, but he’s never found a satisfactory answer. Never found a way to explain that, even on his best days, he feels like he’s speaking a foreign language. Let alone bad days, where it still feels like that, but now it’s a language he doesn’t know at all, and also maybe his tongue has been cut out of his mouth. How he’s swimming through cement while everyone else seems to be walking on water.

As he parks in front of the house on Cherry he thinks about trying to explain any of it and he gets hit with a wave of exhaustion. Max’s breath puffs little clouds as the heat flees the vehicle while she waits on him. The engine ticks down in the late November cold.

“Dunno.” he says eventually.

Max makes a shrill noise of frustration in her throat and stomps her way into the house.

They make curfew, for whatever that’s worth.

#dishy writes #autistic billy hargrove #billy and max #billy hargrove #maxine mayfield #act like it fic

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sohmiya · 8 months

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Maxine Taylor @.maxtaylor · 3s

tits- i mean “HITS that keep my label in the business” EP is OUT NOW!!!!! lmk what song ur claiming 👀

enjoy the show 🅴

succubus

TMZ 🅴

poster rockstar 🅴

poster rockstar (clean ver.)

enjoy the show

baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know people gather here like it’s a ritual but it’s no cult, i’m just heaven-sent if you don’t know who’s the baddest bitch of all don’t need the internet ‘cause here i am if you hate that i’m a paradigm just set up your confessional and have a cry lights, camera, action baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me bow and put your hands together in the name of the mother and the daughter you won’t mistake me for another you’ll never lose me in translation every language knows my name and they say that i’m the greatest baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me you’ll go insane trying to convince yourself i’m playing with your mind you’re not hallucinating look more closely, i’m the sign an intervention so divine baby, i’m a goddamn phenomenon i’m the sweetest fucking dream nobody’s sleeping on it’s a full house here, they enjoy the show if you’re new to this then now you know i’m a vip (so marvelous) wanna get rid of me? (that’s blasphemous) you know they prayed for me i’m a prophecy i’ll bring you to your knees you’ll beg for me

succubus

this party sucks no, i got nothing nice to say so i just keep my mouth shut anyway, thanks for the invite i hate it here someone do something make it interesting before i throw a fit i’m so bored out of my mind but i see somebody walking my way i got tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you say you’d rather i demonstrate so you take me somewhere private bet you think i’m the prey you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal well, this was nice but i don’t run it back i keep it moving, onto the next our first is your last time but night and day you say you dream of me and i’m not heartless i can pretend to be in love one more night new party, same guy walking my way you know my tricks that can make people scream my name and not just on stage you’re addicted and your pupils dilated though you try to get me out your head you can’t stay away you flip the switch but i turn the tables you got me acting so scandalous but don’t need a tape to go viral each round i can turn up the Scoville, hot as hell and i’m the succubus slithering into your temporal i’m sending chills down your spine like emails finding the receptors deep in your mind so well they got you all alone reaching between your thighs got you wishing that you had me on your speed dial i one-up ‘em every time

TMZ

oh, here we go again been here, done this god, i’m so over it but i’m still in demand Cirque-Du-Soleil level kind of shit do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste paparazzi in my face want picture perfect? i’m the gallery everybody wants a taste call Michelin give me a star or three do i keep you entertained? this is not why i’m getting paid is this a charity case? i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy guess you think that you won go ahead, have your fun can’t let this attention go to waste i’m smart about my image ‘cause i was trained by the best yeah, i should thank my manager ‘cause you walked right into my hands you think i’m your freak you’re just my puppet but i’m no creature of habit ugh, this is looking like a rerun i’m so tired of TMZ always milking my history but i’m feeling so generous go bring up my exes want gossip? i’ll give you a page now all eyes on me i’m so fucking greedy while you’re stirring the pot on my rumored new flame me and besties blow up the stage by the time you shut down you’re done running your mouth but they’re never forgetting my name

poster rockstar (clean version)

the audio is the original because i second coming wasn’t able to record the clean version

no time for romance let me put you on the wait list i write the hits that keep my label in the business but call the doctor ‘cause i think i got a slipped disc from holding up my bosses like a reimagined greek myth i’m no industry plant not swimming in green but i’m so organic i’m raising the bar sending the big shots into a panic yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i’m so sick but don’t assume that it’s contagious one in a million yeah, they know that i’m the realest i’ll make it just to see my name on someone’s hit list crucified now, worshipped later call me lady Jesus after the supper, they’re gonna love me it’s a conversion whatever i serve, they’re eating it up it’s a communion yeah, i’m this generation’s poster rockstar headlining tours and tabloids dominating charts and bad boys i can make your mama cry and break your dad’s heart sometimes, my agent gets a headache but it’s still within his pay grade yeah, he knows he got the perfect poster rockstar i know one day you’ll be in LA on the walk of fame you’ll see i’ll have my own star

#yes it’s an apple music layout with soundcloud links. i don’t want to hear a word about it ❤️#oc: maxine taylor #infamous if #nikka writes #hshznwegaj im so nervous byeeeee

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sunswathe · 15 days

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i've been going through my wips to see if there's anything i can set loose, either for someone else to get inspiration from or to inspire me to keep going and there are... not many with enough i'd like to post

but i have a few! so have the first thousand or so words i wrote for an "eddie is max's stepbrother instead of billy" eventual steddie au!

Eddie hasn’t been in Hawkins, Indiana since spring of 1972, when he was seven years old and his dad was shaking him awake at the asscrack of dawn with a packed bag and crazed eyes.

The podunk little place hasn’t changed since then. Main is still full of shoddy little mom-and-pop shops that look one second away from crumbling to dust, and Eddie knows that there’s little to do other than fuck around in the woods and go to shitty little high school parties.

Eddie leans against the driver’s side window, right hand on the wheel and left bent at the elbow, holding his forehead with his fingers. He spares a glance over to Max, hunched over and glaring out the window, before focusing back on the road.

“Excited for our first day at a brand new school?” Eddie intones. She’s not. He knows she’s not. She knows he knows she’s not.

Max turns her glare onto him in the corner of his eye before going right back to ignoring him, and Eddie pops a wry little smirk. The chuckle bubbles out of his throat is flat, much like his voice when he breathes, “Yeah, me too. So excited,” before shutting the fuck up.

Max is never talkative on their first days at new schools. Max is never really talkative, ever, but Eddie at least knows the buttons to push to really get her going off on occasion. None of those buttons will work today, though, as he is well aware of from years of trying, so he doesn’t bother prodding them. Instead, he straightens so both hands are on the wheel and drums his fingers along with his The Last in Line tape, blasting from the speakers.

The drive to the school isn’t a long one— because they actually have a tiny little house in a neighborhood, this time, unbelievable, really —so they’ve only listened to One Night In the City by the time they pull into the lot. The beginning of Evil Eyes is blaring loud enough that plenty of heads turn when Eddie’s van rumbles to a stop in a parking spot, and Eddie’s ears ring in the abrupt quiet after he turns the ignition off, silencing Ronnie James Dio’s crooning.

Max is opening her door and throwing her board down before Eddie can say anything, which is smart because Eddie can say a lot. But it’s futile for the same reason. Eddie pops out of the van as she steps onto her board and starts skating towards Hawkins Middle without a backwards glance.

“Hey! No first day hug for your brother? No ‘good luck?’ Not even a ‘thanks for the ride, goodbye?’” Eddie’s voice rises the farther away she skates, drawing even more curious eyes.

Max doesn’t even spare him a look when she raises her tiny hand in a middle finger over her shoulder.

Eddie cackles and cups his hands around his mouth and bellows, “have a good day, Max!” with a patronizing lilt. That earns him a glare, which only makes him laugh harder as he wiggles his fingers in a tiny wave, before he whips around and begins flouncing towards the highschool.

In his periphery, Eddie notices a shiny maroon BMW parked across from his own shitty van, doors open, with both passengers standing and openly staring at him. They don’t even pretend they weren’t staring, and Eddie can respect that. He offers them a cheeky bow, and is pleasantly surprised when he’s given a genuine-if-mildly-perplexed smile from the pretty, stern-faced girl in a sweater and a friendly salute from the handsome guy with a head of poofy, well-styled hair.

Eddie tentatively slides the pair into the “potential allies” box he’s got in his head— despite their preppy outfits, looks can be deceiving he supposes —and adds even more exuberance to his stride.

Tuesday is a stupid day of the week to start out at a new school, but Eddie’s always liked it better than Monday at least. He loves to be a spectacle, and between his dad’s loud van, Eddie’s loud music, Eddie’s loud everything else, and rolling up to school on the second day of the week? A spectacle he is. He grins and waves at the clusters of students, all teeth and dangerous bravado. He looks at each person as much as they look at him, scans over them to see if he can’t find— there. Eddie tosses some devil horns at a group wearing a particular kind of clean, pressed clothes, and receives a few scandalized scowls for it. The burning glower from a freckled guy in a collared shirt sticks though, and Eddie meets it with a wide-eyed grin. Aha, he thinks as the look darkens even more, found you.

Eddie’s played this game more times than he cares to count.

In every school, in every stupid fucking town his dad’s bullshit has dragged them to, there’s a moronic little heirarchy led by some vapid little hotshot. And if Eddie can pick the bastard out of a crowd, he can bluff his way into being left the fuck alone by looking mean and scary enough that said vapid little hotshot won’t dare get his shit rocked by a tattooed, metalhead, freak, which means everyone else will also leave him the fuck alone.

Of course, Eddie’s a coward and a runner, so doing this means if his bluff is called, he will absolutely get his ass kicked.

Had his dad dragged them back to Hawkins the year prior instead of now, Eddie might’ve had the advantage of vaguely knowing a few of the students, but Eddie’s elementary school classmates probably-definitely graduated earlier this year. Class of ‘84, baby!

Except—

Except Eddie stopped being a member of the class of ‘84 when his dad really fucked himself and their family over by making enemies in terrible places and foregoing debts he really shouldn’t have. Instead of graduating in the spring and getting the fuck away from Al Munson and the perils of highschool, Eddie’s just one day shy of nineteen (Halloween birthday, the one good thing Al ever managed to give Eddie, and truly, that was all his Ma’s doing) and without a highschool diploma.

Eddie’s been a legal adult for a year minus some change, but he’s still locked into his dysfunctional little family out of some twisted sense of necessity and… guilt? Obligation? For his dad, or for Susan and Max? He doesn’t have a fucking clue.

Necessity because Eddie wants to fucking graduate. Al likes to point out that he didn’t graduate and he’s doing just fine— which Eddie disagrees with wholeheartedly on account of him only “doing fine” because of gambling, stealing, and dealing, so. Eddie wants to graduate to make sure he doesn’t end up like his Dear Old Dad, which is easier to manage if you don’t have to pay rent or keep a job.

So here they are, back in Hawkins because it’s the one place Al has any kind of friends, even if said friends are just the one guy, Al’s brother that Eddie’d never fucking heard of until two months ago when Al decided to scurry home to bumfuck Indiana with his tail tucked between his legs and pray that their problems don’t follow.

All of that to say, Eddie’s stuck playing stupid mind games with his classmates to make sure he can ram his head into the sand and cruise through his sort-of-second senior year and hope that Al doesn’t ruin it for them this time.

Finding the head honcho is the first part of the game, and Eddie’s confident Freckles is him.

Eddie goes through the motions of getting his schedule and a locker from the office staff, brushing off their capital-L Looks when he interrupts them or doesn’t listen and taps his rings on whatever surface he can find. Classes start at some point while he’s getting sorted, he vaguely hears the first and second bell while they print a schedule and a school map.

They tell him he can go find his locker and scope out the location of his classes before the next bell, which isn’t for about forty minutes, before (foolishly) setting him loose.

He glances at his locker number, then glances at the lockers around him and sighs when none of them are even close.

Great. He spares a thought to hope Max gets more help than they’re giving him today, before he squares his shoulders and sets off in a random direction.

Eddie gets the feeling it’s going to be a long year.

#eddie is billy au #(eventual) steddie au #eddie munson #maxine mayfield #steddie #stranger things au #baubles writes things #i've been sitting on this one for so long i've pretty much forgotten where i was going with it which is kind of sad #but maybe! someone else will have more thoughts and directions for it!

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maxescheibechlinichacheli · 1 year

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The tension and want between them! They would have ended in bed if not... Uea with that touch of the throat and pretending to not hear King was flirting 101. King didn't stand a chance.

#bed friend #bed friend the series #bed friend series #kinguea #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #maxine gifs #maxine writes

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 1 month

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Ivan/Riley/Chase playlist!

Here it is: the big guns. The magnum opus of this series. The fic that started it all and is also somehow the one I've most recently updated. The holy grail slow-burn poly-shipping mutual-pining Soulmate AU and the longest fic in this series by a long shot (if only due to the fact that I stopped updating the Ziggy/Scott one, and even that was not a slow burn). I left y'all on tenterhooks for MONTHS as I updated this thing and whenever I want inspiration for writing slow-burns I come back to this fic. It meant so much to get to write asexual Riley and his soulmates' supportive reactions as well as Kaylee's aromantic journey, too!

Also, apparently it's the most kudosed one in the Dino Charge fandom? And the second-most viewed? So thank y'all so much! Once again, I cannot believe that these passion project rarepair fics have spoken so well to the good people of the power rangers fandom. I started this series when I was eighteen (I wrote the vast majority of it at eighteen) and a freshman in college and I got so much joy from writing all of these traumatized idiots sitting within stories that were just begging for a bit of tweaking/exploring. Thank you all so much for coming along this journey with me over the years- it means more than I can say!

@skyland2703 @madhare0512 @khruschevshoe @liveinalovelyway @disastardly @augment-techs @infinitysgrace @our-raven-strife-universe @estel-eruantien @miss-morgans-lover

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maxinewisewrites · 26 days

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swept into a life

deemed ordinary

finding fairy dust

amidst vitamins, tax returns.

moments slip away

extraordinary a rarity

cherished, tucked within

waiting for the spell

to break, all returns

as was in the morning

waveless pools of light

welcoming me back

to everland

#my writing #maxine wise writes #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #poem #poetry #writerscommunity #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #female poets #writerscraft #writerscreed #growing up #my poetry #poems and poetry #poetelixir #poetess #poets of tumblr #poetsandwriters

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writing-rat · 4 months

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Lessons

PART 2 | PART 3

Pairings: Lorraine x Maxine

Content: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Maxine, Corruption, Daddy kink, bit of fluff, Masturbation

Summary: Lorraine doesn't know how to masturbate so Maxine decides to help her out because she's bored

WC: 1609

Maxine was bored on set. They had finished shooting for the day and everyone was helping to cook dinner. Well, everyone but Lorraine. She was wondering where the church mouse was when she decided to look in the bedrooms. Sure, it was rude, but she didn’t care. She was bored and wanted to quiz the church mouse on what she knew. She peeked into every single room before Maxine finally saw Lorraine in RJ's and her bedroom. That’s when she saw the movements Lorraine was making on the bedsheets and smirked, leaning against the doorway. Lorraine was too distracted by her pleasure as she was rubbing her clit. She couldn’t help but shake her head. That wasn’t how you did it, it looked pathetic.

“Hey church mouse,” she walked in, seeing Lorraine just with a shirt on, her jeans and cute little underwear around her ankles. She couldn’t help but get hard at it.

“Get out,” Lorraine squeaked in embarrassment, covering her pussy. Maxine had seen it anyway so it didn’t really matter.

“Do you think I care? I’ve seen it anyway. It was pathetic. I can teach you,” Maxine smirked, sitting down next to her. Lorraine whimpered embarrassed. “I see you kept the cross necklace on. Good. I want God to see how you aren’t such a good girl for him now,” she grinned out.

Lorraine whimpered and nodded. “Please… help me,” she spoke, about to take her necklace off.

“Don’t take it off. That’s crucial to me helping you,” Maxine immediately scolded. Lorraine was nodding before Maxine got comfortable, getting a good view of her pussy that had some hair, it was trimmed. “Hm, good-looking pussy. Now, put your hand on your clit,” she spoke, leaning closer, putting her hand onto Lorraine’s. Lorraine blushed, nodding, and too embarrassed to speak. Maxine helped her rub her clit. “Just like this. Good girl,” she praised, moving her hand away and watching Lorraine rub her clit correctly this time. Lorraine meanwhile was leaning back in the bed, moans slipping out her mouth as she was embarrassed, but was feeling good. She was sinning, sure, but she felt even more pleasure.

“I think you’re wet enough now. Rub your pussy up and down for a bit, get yourself soaked,” she taught. Lorraine again copied her commands. “Not so church girl now, hm?” she asked and was smirking. Lorraine blushed as she was nodding. “No ma’am,” she moaned out.

“Try and enter a finger now, ok?” she asked. Lorraine nodded, soon entering a finger. She could do it luckily which caused Maxine to smirk. That’s when she tugged her shorts down, revealing her dick. “Let yourself adjust, and thrust your finger in at whatever pace you want then when you want to enter more, you can try,” Maxine informed before she was stroking herself. Lorraine was watching, accidentally drooling. She didn’t even realise until she felt something wet drip on her chest.

She quickly wiped her mouth with her free hand before thrusting her finger in, moaning lightly while Maxine stroked herself. She was watching what Lorraine was doing and admired her breasts as well as her ass. “You are so hot,” Maxine moaned out. “God is gonna be so happy for this show that he’ll spare you,” she stated. Lorraine listened to every word as she whimpered before she entered another finger, a gasp coming out. Maxine licked her lips before she stripped off her top, revealing her bare tits.

Lorraine couldn’t help but stare at Maxine’s dick and then her tits. Maxine’s dick was 5 inches but was quite wide. She had also seen how Maxine knew how to use it in her scenes with Jackson. She couldn’t help it but she came around her fingers. Maxine stroked faster before she came on Lorraine’s thigh. “Do I have permission to fuck you?” Maxine asked. Lorraine was nodding.

“You can,” she spoke embarrassed. “Can you please close the door though?” she asked. Maxine nodded and got up before she closed the door and went back.

“Take off your shirt and your bra,” she demanded with a growl. Lorraine blushed and nodded, doing as told before she unclipped her bra.

“God, you are so fucking hot. God is going to be jealous that it’s me using you,” she grunted out, rubbing her dick against Lorraine’s leg. “Now is not the time for you to moan God though. You will moan my name and Daddy, got it?” she asked, acting like Lorraine had a choice. She didn’t though and Lorraine knew.

“Yes Daddy, please just use me like God intended. Let him watch me sin,” Lorraine cried out in pleasure.

Maxine entered into Lorraine after she spoke that, a loud moan coming out of Lorraine. Maxine was being gentle and slow as she was stopping when she saw the tears in Lorraine’s eyes. “Thank you,” Lorraine spoke looking at her, thankful Maxine was being good with her. “I want it to be good for you too. It won’t be just like the porno. It’ll be passionate, and I want you to enjoy it. Porn isn’t that good for passion,” she reassured. “Just nod when you’re ready for me to enter more,” Maxine hummed before kissing her neck and shoulders. She even started to suck. Lorraine was nodding after a bit. “You can continue Daddy,” she spoke gently. Maxine smiled and kissed her gently. “Good girl,” she praised Lorraine for saying when she could.

She felt how Lorraine tensed when she was called a good girl, causing her to smirk as she was soon fully inside and let her adjust again. She was soon rubbing her tit too, one hand holding her full body weight up as she was rubbing Lorraine’s nipple. Lorraine gasped as she was whimpering, nodding once Maxine could move. “Such a good girl, being good for Daddy,” Maxine moaned out as she was thrusting. Lorraine whimpered as she was hearing the praise. Maxine was gentle and slow at first, not wanting to hurt the virgin. She was being gentle by rubbing her breast too.

Soon, Lorraine got louder at one spot before Maxine kept hitting it. Lorraine’s G-spot and she knew from the reaction. “Fuck, faster, please. Not rougher yet Daddy,” Lorraine moaned out for the whole house to hear. “Of course baby girl,” Maxine moaned out, getting faster as she kissed her gently. Lorraine was kissing back as she held her sides hard, not knowing what to do with her hands. “Grope my tits please, just like I am with you,” Maxine begged, not that she would say it. Lorraine did as told, groping both of them and rubbing her nipples as Maxine moaned more.

“I already wanna cum Daddy,” Lorraine moaned out. “You can, don’t worry. You are just a pretty little virgin, needing to be used after all,” Maxine moaned out in her ear. Lorraine soon came as Maxine kept thrusting. “You can get rougher,” Lorraine moaned. Maxine smirked as she soon became rough, chasing her orgasm. It took about 5 more thrusts before she came inside, a loud moan coming out. Both the girls were soon cuddled up together, both taking a breather.

They were like this for 10 minutes, before Maxine smiled. “Want to get up and have dinner or not?” she asked. Lorraine nodded as she was soon reaching for her clothes when Maxine shook her head.

“I could go for some food,” Lorraine admitted. “Well, you don’t have to go with clothes. Come on,” she spoke with a smile.

“What? Like this? But… what about modesty?” she asked.

“We don’t care about that,” Maxine explained.

“What about body hair? Everyone is clean-shaven,” Lorraine tried.

“Look at me… you didn’t notice my hair?” she asked. That’s when Lorraine saw it. Maxine had a full bush.

Lorraine bit her lip and nodded. “Ok, we can go out then,” she spoke. She felt awkward, but when Maxine held her hand, she was more comfortable. She only had the cross on. “Being nude feels nice,” Lorraine then admitted. “It’s not as hot,” she added.

“I know! Being nude is great,” she spoke as she walked into the kitchen, noting how Lorraine hid behind her. Maxine just sat down, putting Lorraine between her legs. “Here’s your dinner ladies. I know you need it after you had sex,” Wayne spoke. “Thank you,” Lorraine spoke embarrassed as she saw how everyone ogled her. Well, all except RJ who was jealous that people could see his girlfriend’s body. Meanwhile, Maxine nodded as thanks, starting to eat.

“I think you should have a go with everyone,” Bobby spoke. Lorraine blushed hard, choking on her sandwich as Maxine smirked and helped her.

“Yeah?” Lorraine asked to confirm.

“I would fuck,” Jackson spoke with a smirk. “What ‘bout you Wayne?” he asked.

“As much as I prefer my Maxine, I would too,” Wayne admitted. Lorraine nodded, embarrassed as she was subconsciously opening her legs. “We’re done,” RJ spoke in jealousy.

“Ok,” Lorraine spoke with a shrug. “I wanted to for a while anyway…” Lorraine admitted. RJ just opened and closed his mouth like a fish before he stood up. “I’m going on a walk,” he growled. “Be safe, bring a gun in case of predators,” Wayne spoke and handed him a shotgun. RJ angrily grabbed it before he stormed out.

“Want to sleep with me and Jackson tonight? We can treat you good as well,” Bobby smirked. Lorraine blushed and nodded. “She’s a good girl. Have fun with her. Me and Wayne can use her in the car then,” Maxine spoke and Wayne smirked with a nod. “Of course,” he spoke.

Lorraine was happy…

#ratboy writing #ratboy writes #x #x the movie #maxine minx #lorraine day #maxine minx x lorraine day #lorraine day x maxine minx #lorraine x maxine #maxine x lorraine

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sappho-ism · 7 months

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I am that unhinged about my lesbian ocs that I don’t think there has been a day in the last 4 years me and my best friend haven’t talked about them. I genuinely don’t know what this is anymore, hyperfixation? Because it certainly isn’t like my other hyperfixations. Is this my religion? Unfeigned devotion? Idfk.

#The best part about it is that I’m writing them. The content never ends.#but yeah I genuinely have no idea what this is anymore #lesbian #wlw #lgbtq #lgbt #sapphic #lesbians #nblw #lesbian oc #lesbian ocs #lesbian writing #lesbian character #lesbian characters #esme singh #maxine aisiah

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boozois · 1 year

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Chapter 1

Maxine was the meanest dog I've ever met in my entire life. As a child, she seemed to tower over my head. She was jet black, a Borzoi, with sharp teeth and eyes that looked fake. My first clear memory of her was her glassy eyes as she stared at me in my bed, middle of the night. It was dark, of course, I couldn't really see anything. I could feel her hot breath, and this overwhelming presence. Knots were strangling my intestines, burning, like they were being lined with sandpaper. There was the intense beat of rain on the window, and the sky bellowed. I anticipated lightning, but it never came. I can't remember much else about it, though. No matter the time, Maxine was always acting strangely toward me. When it was time for me to get on the bus, she would wait for me to go outside, jump over the gate from her doghouse, and drag me down by my ankles. I called for my mother but, when she came out, Maxine had leaped back into her doghouse. When I went to the bathroom, she'd come find me and try to bite me. Scratch me. I started closing the door, and she began throwing herself into it. My dad would punish me for making too much noise, because when he came to check it out, Maxine was gone. On the weekends, my parents had a date night, so they left me with the ratched dog. I'd try to watch television, she'd bite into my ankle and chase me away. Then following me endlessy, as if expecting attention. I reach out to her, and she lunges. She snarls and snaps, with a big fat line of drool swinging between her needle teeth. On a Friday night, I decided I was going to try and pet her. I ended up in the hospital needing quite a few stitches in my face. I would stay in a separate room with my door closed, and she would throw herself at the door and scream. Until my parents came home, then she left me alone for a little while. But there was only an hour or so before I had to try and go to sleep.

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