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folkwhorerain · 1 year

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Safe and sound.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader

gif is mine<3 I want her to look at me the way she looks at Joel.

Summary: you get home after being beaten up by a stranger and, as you feared, your girlfriend isn't pleased by your conditions.

A/N: as I said in my previous fanfiction, writing is not my thing unless it's little poems or stuff like that, so I'm sorry if my writing skills aren't the best, lol. English is not my first language either, so I apologize for eventual mistakes! I promise I tried my best <3

Warnings: Tess (yep, she's a warning), violence, inappropriate language, angst and a tiny bit of sexual activity (not really tho. That's an exaggeration).

"Where have you been?"

When you heard the voice you usually loved you couldn't help but squeez your eyes in pain for the headache it gave you in that moment. You mentally cursed yourself as the action caused you a sharp pain near your left eye, right where you've been beaten just a few hours before.

You shut the door of the apartment you and Tess shared right behind you, not having the courage to look at her, knowing that if you did, she would lose her mind at the sight before her. Fortunately she acted like she didn't even acknowledge your presence, too busy counting the ration cards she was able to get that day.

"Nowhere." was your only response, not caring about sharing any more information due to the blood leaving a shitty taste on your mouth and your lungs failing to give you enough oxygen.

Tess just shrugged her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the new loot, which was greatly appreciated by you, so you didn't have to give her any kind of explanation to why your face looked like shit.

When you were able to squeeze your eyes enough to focus your sight on her, you saw the plenty of ration cards she had. Due to the work FEDRA forced her to do or some contraband, you didn't know and right now you didn't get yourself to care enough.

Your body crushed on the sofa with a loud thud, and you cringed at how stupid you were for not being gentle with the fresh bruises you had all over your body.

Tess heard you groan in pain and immediately snapped her eyes at you, tilting her head to take a better look at your figure. Consequently, you turned your head to the opposite side, not allowing the brunette to see the pain written all over your face. You weren't in the mood to deal with what happened, yet.

"What's the matter?" She got up from the kitchen chair and walked towards the couch you were lying on. When she noticed you weren't giving her an explanation and you were struggling to breathe, she forced you to look at her, taking you by the chin with too much force.

The action made you gasp in pain. "Shit."

"What the fuck happened?" You closed your eyes at the sudden raise of her voice, every sound making your ears ring, and now you were wondering if the hit you took didn't ruin your hearing. "Who fucking did this to you?"

Another groan left your mouth as you tried to sit properly on the couch, Tess tried to help as she sit right beside you, a hand on your lower back.

You licked your lip, sensing the blood coming out of it. "Some motherfucker cornered me in a desolated alley. That's all". Tears tried to escape your eyes as you felt your breathing becoming unsteady. The pain on your chest made you feel like some sort of water pressure was trying to drown you. "He was desperate for some ration cards and someone told him I had plenty."

"Who?"

"I don't know, Tess." You raised your voice in frustration. "I tried to be reasonable with him but he hit me in the stomach and threw a fucking bottle at my fucking face."

"Son of a bitch." Her voice was above a whisper. Nothing good. Too calm.

Suddenly she got up, urging herself to search for a cloth and alcohol.

As she did so, you tried to distract yourself with the city beyond the window. The sky was still a light blue with the sun shining high, illuminating the apartment you learnt to call home. Your eyes landed to where Tess was and you noticed she was already looking at you. She stopped her research for a moment, placing both her hands on the kitchen counter, furious eyes never leaving your body. By the way she was clenching her jaw and by the way her knuckles turned white when she closed her hand in a fist, you could tell she was beyond furious.

People usually feared you, not daring to even look your way whenever you'd walk down the streets. Everytime Tess was with you (which was 99% of the time due to her overprotective nature) they feared for their lives. And when Joel was on your other side, they even changed direction immediately.

Guess the guy who attacked you didn't know who you were. Maybe he was a new, poor soul that just got into the prison you called the QZ, trying to survive the strict rules FEDRA had.

"Tess, can you fucking relax for a moment?He was probably just a teenager. 19 years old, tops. You know these guys born after the outbreak never learned how to fucking argue." You scoffed, a breathy laugh escaped your mouth as you tried to ease the air that was getting heavier, of course you were not helping your girlfriend calm down.

She was dangerously quiet, probably thinking of all the ways she could kill that fucker. Then, after a few deep breaths, she joined you back to the sofa and kneeled in front of you, soaking the cloth with the Scotch you two drank when you allowed yourself to take a break from reality.

"I could think of other reasons you could be kneeling in front of me." Your flirtatious ways came out easily, making you recall the events of the night before, adorning your cheeks with a light shade of pink at the thought.

Tess couldn't help but smirk and you relaxed your shoulders knowing you could at least make her feel better. You knew she felt guilty about what happened. Tess never allowed you to got out alone for this very reason. The thought of you getting hurt worried her more than she liked to admit. She wasn't ready to lose another person.

"Shut up, okay?" She drank a bit of the Scotch to ease her nerves then passed the bottle to you. The alcohol stinging the cut on your lower lip, making you cringe. "Take a deep breath."

You did as she told you, shutting your eyes for what was to come.

"Fucking hell," You shouted as the cloth came in contact with your fucked up face, your hand now gripping tight her arm to ease some of the pain you were feeling.

She whispered an apology, her left hand never leaving your hip, stroking it a little. You placed your hand on hers, squeezing it in gratitude. The cuts on your knuckles from when you tried to defend yourself opened up as you did so, but you didn't get yourself to care. Her eyes met yours and she couldn't help but smile when she saw the adoration in your eyes. The smile didn't last long as she recalled some motherfucker risked to take that away from her. So she hardened her features again before licking her lips, thinking of her next move. "I'm gonna make him pay."

Your stomach dropped as you heard those words, not really surprised they came out of her mouth. Of course she would make him pay, just like she made a random man pay because he wistled at you while you were doing your daily errands. The blood you saw that day was so much you couldn't believe one single person could have that amount in their body. You were surprised he got out of it alive.

"Tess—"

"I fucking will, Y/N." Her words weren't the thing that scared you, no. It wasn't the first time she said them. What was scary was the calmness her tone held. Like she was talking about what to eat for dinner and not killing a fucking person.

You watched carefully as she got up, leading to where her gun was placed. You followed her as quick as your aching body allowed you to and placed both of your hands on her hips, firmly kissing her neck. Her back was now against your front and her head was tilted to the side. You smirked, knowing that you were about to have her where you wanted her.

"Bold move, Y/N," she breathed out when you moved her hair to the side to kiss the pulsing point on her neck. "I know what you're trying to do. I'm not changing my mind."

"I'm not doing anything," you muttered moving your hands under her shirt. Your fingers brushing her stomach every so often.

Tess wasn't the submissive one of the relationship, quite the opposite. She never allowed you to touch her without her permission unless she was feeling stressed or angry, just like she was feeling now.

You were now kissing her shoulder, causing her to shiver against your touch.

The smirk on your face was so big that you feared you could cause your wound to cut open again, but you didn't mind. If there was any chance you could keep her from getting in trouble, you would've taken it.

"So fucking pretty." You whispered as you cupped her breast. The action making her slightly turn her head to look at you, immediately attacking your lips with her own.

Bingo.

"Stop." She demanded with a shaky voice. If you thought she would've given up her new mission just for a few kisses, you were wrong. So, with all the strength she had to not jump on you, she detached herself from your body. "Maybe we could continue this after I'm done with that asshole."

You watched her as she adjusted the gun in her jeans, not giving you the opportunity to argue. She then looked for something in her drawer. What she was searching for you didn't know but you were sure whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Wait here." she demanded before kissing your forehead. The simple gesture made you momentarily forget why she was leaving in the first place.

It was a complete waste of time convincing Tess to do something she didn't want to. She was persistent, a real pain in the ass from time to time, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for her. You well aware of all the shit she did and the bad things she would've keep doing even after you'd tell her you didn't agree with her actions. She was like that, it was impossible to change her mind. And you were still learning how to deal with it.

"I'll be back soon." She gave you one last look and with that, she left.

You huffed heading to the bed you two shared, convincing yourself a good sleep would help you ease the nervousness you felt knowing your girlfriend was risking her life just for something she could've easily shrug off. Giving the fact that you worked all day and that you took a few punches, tiredness overcomed your body immediately so you didn't even try to fight it when your eyes shut and your body relaxed.

•••

"Scoot." Tess said, startling you. Then she scoffed as she took off her jacket. "You always take all the bed when you sleep."

You briefly looked around and noticed the sun has since long set. Tess' silhouette was illuminated only by the moonlight.

You moved to your side and turned around, staring at the wall in front of you, your back now facing her.

Suddenly you felt a pair of strong hands around you and her hot breath on your neck, then a kiss was placed right on the crown of your head.

"Everything alright?" Despite the tiredness in your voice, the hint of concerne was evident in your tone. "You're not hurt, are you?"

She made you turn around to face her, silently giving you permission to check her yourself, which was highly appreciated by you. When you made sure there wasn't any sign of injury, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You turned around again and she pressed her front to your back, caressing your side slowly.

"One thing's sure, dear," she whispered, gripping your thigh. "He's not gonna hurt you again."

If you read the whole thing I'm sorry for wasting your time thank you so so much! I hope this little piece of crap fanfiction satisfied your expectations.<3

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #tess x reader #tess tlou #anna torv

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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It's Just Natural, Baby // Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

Note: Ehh, it's winter time and I don't get bitches so I haven't shaved in a looong time. But also, one of the hottest things is a person genuinely not caring around body hair.

CW: 18+ only!! Oral sex (f receiving), body worship/praise (specifically down there), dirty talk, swearing, fem!reader/afab, insecurities, talk of body hair/shaving

It was a usual steamy night in Eddie's bedroom. You two were making out, Eddie's hands caressing your curves, warming you up for the activities he has planned.

You both had been busy lately and barely had much alone time. The alone time you did have was spent sleeping or innocently cuddling, so sex was desperately needed by both of you.

Eddie pulls away from your lips, pulling your sweater up and off of you, tossing it somewhere in the depths of his room. He latches his mouth to the tops of your breasts, hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra. He too throws that somewhere.

He slowly suckles on your nipple, swirling his tongue around, his hand kneading your other breast. His hair tickles your chest and stomach but you don't care. You tangle your fingers in his soft curls and grind into him.

You both let out soft hums of arousal, Eddie letting out a rather loud groan as you run your fingernails up his back. You're both as sexually frustrated and uncoordinated as virgins.

Eddie pulls his face away from your chest, lovingly gazing at the art he's made of purple and red marks scattered amongst your breasts. You tug at his shirt and he's quick to remove it, subtly flexing his muscles as he knows it's a turn on for you.

He glides his hands down to your waistband and towards the button of your jeans. You slightly panic, knowing what he wants to do next. See, since it's been sooo long since you two have been intimate, you haven't kept up with your usual grooming habits down there. It's silly, of course, everyone from average everyday people to lusted after erotic film stars have bushes down there, but keeping tidy is something you've always done. Eddie's never asked of you to shave or trim, but he's never said different either.

As he pulls off your jeans you close your thighs together.

"What's up, kid?", Eddie asks with a smirk.

"Nothing, but um, we can skip all of that tonight", you blush. He studies your features, knowing you're lying. It's unlike you to deny pleasure and it's also unlike you to deny Eddie of his favorite meal. Somethings up.

"Nah, not happenin', we're just getting started. Besides, I've been starving lately, you wouldn't want me to wither away, would you?", Eddie says while moving his head to your cheek. He kisses your cheek and down to your jawline.

"Let me die craving your...delicious....delicate...sweet...otherworldly taste?" He licks and nibbles your earlobe between words.

You're lost for words and simply shake your head no, receiving a "good girl" whispered directly into your ear.

Eddie kisses down your neck to your breasts where he kisses both nipples softly, and then continues down your stomach. He toys with the waistband of your panties getting you more riled up, pleading with your eyes and hips for him to remove them.

He does so like a mind reader. He makes no reaction to seeing you completely natural, but you close your thighs again.

"Hey, c'mon!", he kisses your thigh. "Think a lil hair's gonna bother me? You're crazy."

"It's just...I'm always tidy and it's been so long...", you trail off.

"Exactly, too long. This is a visual representation of how long it's been since I've shown that little pussy of yours some lovin'."

He pulls your thighs apart and kisses down the left one. He places kisses against your pussy lips, his nose brushing against your bush.

You sit up on your elbows and watch him. He moves your legs farther apart to properly spread open your pussy for him to see and he lets out a pleased hum before licking your clit in one long swipe.

You bite your lips as he begins kitten licking your clit, teasing you.

"Please, Eddie", you whimper.

"Please what?"

"Please, please eat my pussy real good."

"Don't want to be teased?" You shake your head no. "Fair enough, I've already kept you waiting too long."

Eddie proceeds to shove his face between your legs, mouth sucking on your clit. He brings your thighs closer to his face, loving the warmth you give him.

You place your hand back in his curls where it belongs, lightly pulling at it as you moan. The mix of this and your sweet pussy juices are enough to make Eddie forget the outside world and slowly fall into a drunken state.

"God, I've missed you and your tight little cunt", he breathes out. He pulls his head away, spitting on your clit, and then diving right back in. "So wet for me already, so needy all for me."

You nod and whimper at his words. Your arousal is nearly too much and without thinking, you grind into his face.

"Mmm, yeah, fuck my face. Just like that, angel." Eddie moves one of his hands from your thigh and wraps his arm under you to support your hips as you continue to hump his face.

Pornographic moans, grunts and wet slurping sounds fill the air around you.

"Eddie...", you whine.

"What is it, angel baby?", he says, his voice muffled by your pussy.

"I need your fingers...I need you to stretch me, please." You feel him smirk and chuckle.

"Need my fingers...please", he mocks. "So polite tonight, huh?"

Eddie lets go of your hips and thigh and lays you back flat on the bed before sitting up. He brings one hand up to his mouth and drips spit on one finger before using the other hand to spread open your pussy. He leans down and spits directly into your needy hole, the action alone making you clench.

"Such a whore", he smiles. He slowly eases in one finger. "Shit, you're so ready I might just add another right now."

You nod quickly. He licks his lips before gently adding a second finger. As he moves his fingers inside you the way he knows you like, he continues to stare down at your cunt.

"Tch, scared of a little hair", he recalls back to earlier. He lies back down and continues sucking your clit. He swirls his tongue around it before spitting on it again. "I don't mind if you never shave again. You don't even have to trim it."

He continues finger fucking you as he lay his face against your mound, resting against your bush. He lets out a satisfied, "hmm" as he listens to your moans and gasps.

"I'm not gonna be upset at mother nature, angel", Eddie kisses your bush. "In fact, I kinda like it."

Eddie goes back to licking your pussy. He kisses it as he pulls his fingers out of you and quickly replaces them with his tongue. You gasp at the change, hand gripping at his curls. He purposefully nudges his nose against your clit as his tongue darts in and out of your hole.

"Fuck!", he exclaims before kissing your clit. "This is how God intended for us to eat pussy. Completely natural and messy."

Those are the words that finally bring you to climax. You grind against Eddie's face and whine. He softly chuckles and smiles, continuing to pleasure you.

When you finally come down from your own little heaven you pull your hips away from him and pry him away.

"Awh, too sensitive.?" You nod with a pout on your face. Eddie brings you into an embrace. "Too sensitive for my fat cock to fuck you?" You immediately shake your head no and push him to the bed.

"Let me repay the favor, sweetie. By then I'll be good to go", you say. He smirks at you as you pull down his pants, excited for the long night ahead.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader smut

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sinsandsuccubus · 1 year

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Last Night - Jack Harlow

Context: "I don't wanna feel, how I did Last Night."

Genre: angst, mentions of sexual activity

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: I was waiting for this song to come out since I saw it advertised on Instagram, and man... this is a BOP. Please listen to Escapism by Raye to understand the concept. Enjoy!

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Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was twelve or somethin'

I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight I want him

Midnight and the club were packed. You knew it would be packed since it was a Friday night and when the day jobs had ended, in weekend came in. But still.

Damn.

You did not expect to be fighting for a seat at the bar.

The black dress you wore complimented your figure beautifully, heels to match, hair done to perfection. You felt like a boss-ass bitch. Especially after Last Night.

"You sleazy, grimy bitch, I earned this seat fair and square!"

"Love, this seat does not have your name on it, therefore, anyone can sit on it."

"Okay, and? I was sitting here first. First dibs bitch."

"Oh, so now we're childish? Okay, well, I'm not gonna stand here and fight with a blowfish-faced ass bitch over a fucking seat. I-"

"You can sit with me." A man spoke, your eyes wandering as our head turned to the side.

"Sit with you? Where?"

"On my lap, of course, best seat in the house."

"I don't know about all of that..." You spoke, eyeing the man up and down. He seemed harmless, but it didn't feel right sitting on another man's lap, especially since-

You paused.

Fuck it.

You kindly sat on his lap, slightly grinding up against him as you got comfortable.

"Be careful Miss. Lady, my little friend might make an appearance." He spoke gruffly in your ear, slightly licking at your neck.

It felt so wrong, yet so good.

"Well, maybe I want him to make an appearance." You spoke, looking back at the man with a smirk, his eyes blown out in lust.

"2 more glasses of wine, please!" You yelled out to the bartender, him nodding his head in response.

This was gonna be a night.

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in this shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it was over, dumb decision

When Jack initially sat your down, you thought it was him announcing another tour date or something.

Man were you wrong.

"It's over Y/N."

"What do you mean it's over? Did I do something wrong?"

"I just... I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry."

"Is it somebody else... are you..." His eyes dropped at your accusation, your body growing tense with anger.

"You cheated on me, Jackman?"

"Look, I said I was sorry, I-"

"You're fuckin sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY? After all of this, after what? Four years of us being together, all of a sudden you don't love me anymore. Bull-fucking-shit."

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what to tell you."

"You don't have to tell me anything. Pack your shit and get out. I don't care that your name is on the lease, I don't care bout any of that shit, just get the FUCK OUT!" You motioned with your hand, grabbing your keys and your jacket shakily.

"I can't even... I- I don't want to see you when I come back, I don't want to smell you, I don't want anything to do with you. Delete my number, my social media, everything Jack because I am done."

And with that you slammed the door, taking a drive to distract your mind.

That was it.

Just a heart broke bitch

High heels six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sipping champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi sniffing cocaine

The ride to the club you were headed to was a bumpy one. Your friends had decided to drag you out to the nearest club for a few drinks, a few weeks after Jack had broken it off with you.

After he had broken your heart.

Night after night, club after club, this lifestyle was beginning to affect your lifestyle, your work. So many photos of you had appeared on the internet, looking like you'd fallen into a sewer, and probably smelling like it too.

Your label had requested you take a break, just for the sake of your image. They didn't want the amazing singer, Y/N caught out on her ass.

But nevertheless, your "friends" still dragged you out for "one last rodeo." That's what they called it.

And at the end of the night, you called them fake, finding out through the grapevine that they had known what Jack was doing, and had kept it from you behind your back.

You didn't trust them anymore. And who would blame them?

Those drugs had really gotten to their head, just like the dye job they had all gotten without you.

Traitors.

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex,

I was looking for a man who's on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

"Oh my god, fuck. Please, please please please fuck me. I want you inside me, I want you to- fuck!" The man slid inside of you, taking slow and strong strokes to get you adjusted to his size.

More like addicted.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, interlocking your feet at the apple of his ass cheeks and pulling him closer and further into you, a moan falling from both of your lips.

"Fuck baby.."

"Fuck Jack." You felt him stiffen, and that's when you realized what you had done.

"Did you just call me Jack?"

"No, I didn't. I um-"

"I must have been hearing shit, pussy put a spell on me huh?" He thrust back into you again, your nails digging into the flesh of his back.

You felt so guilty, yet so good.

And every time you had sex, each time with different men, you felt good. It felt terrific, justifying, revengeful.

But it still wasn't Jack.

And it wasn't until you actually got caught drunk-moaning his name, that you became ashamed of yourself.

Ashamed of the many drunk texts you had sent. The drunk tears. You were over feeling sorry for yourself. So you began anew.

A reboot.

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel like how I did last night

To say you had a big change was an understatement. You had cut everyone off, only keeping close friends with those who supported you, who were there through your rough patch, who helped pick up the pieces of your heart that Jack had shattered, and that you had ground up into dust with your damaging habits.

You had started working on an album, an album that represented who you were and how you felt. It took you years.

Three to be exact.

But you were back and better than ever.

And your friends could tell, your family could tell, your fans could tell. And that's all that mattered to you.

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thatgirly/n: "Love many; trust few. Learn to paddle your own canoe"

dojacat: the queen is back bitches

thatgirly/n: You already know it bestie! Back and better than ever @ dojacat

champagnepapi: lookin good mamas

thatgirly/n: feeling good papi 🥳 @ champagnepapi

urbanwyatt: Welcome back Y/N. Missed you.

thatgirly/n: missed you too @ urbanwyatt. We gotta catch up

allabouty/n: So happy to have you back! Your fans have missed you

jacksleftnipple: Wonder what Jack will think? 🤨

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theshaderoom: Breaking News! Jack Harlow spotted with new girl at a party, a selfie now floating around the internet. All this after @ thatgirly/n 's return to the industry. Questionable?

softcurse: nobody asked. literally nobody.

allabouty/n: Y/N is living her best life, WITHOUT Jack. MOVE ON.

mortirolo: Why can't y'all leave y/n out of this? She's doing fine on her own, now you're just dragging her back through her past.

heavyhitterheaux: Y'all had better leave my good sis alone.

jackharlowsource: Nobody cares about Y/N. All we care about is Jack. She lost him, oh well. She doesn't belong here.

yournamesource: @ jackharlowsource, What is this, the old days? "sHe DoEsN't BeLoNg hErE" the fuck is that supposed to mean? And she lost him? More like he lost her when he cheated. Bffr.

cupcakkeafreakk: can't we all just get along man??

thatgirly/n: @ cupcakkeafreakk, feature me on the diss

cupcakkeafreakk: bet, I'm down.

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thatgirly/n: Still Over It out right now!

softcurse: Now thats my bitch!

thatgirly/n: @ softcurse, you already knowwwww

heavyhitterheaux: lovin the album so far lovely

thatgirly/n: thank you pookie 😘

jackharlow: all love 💙

mortirolo: @ jackharlow If you don't get yo Mr. Tumnus head ass out of here

thatgirly/n: @ mortirolo pleaseeee 😂😂😂

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 6 months

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Part 29 - The switch

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 28 -- Part30

Pairing: Marshall x Lexi | August x Anjelica | Mike x Dani | Sherlock x Elena (In that - recurring - order)

Summary: Some of the Crescent Street boys - and their girlfriends/ situationships/ let's face it at this point Marshall and Lex are just a 'situation', not even a 'ship' - go on a ski trip...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, (mention of) oral (f receiving, vaginal, anal), p-in-v, some interesting miscommunications, mention of sexual trauma, mentions of illegal activity...

Word count: 7.8k

A/N: Alright, so instead of writing this chapter 4 times, like I did with the NYE chapters, I decided to switch POV's a bunch (Which always goes in the same order: ML, AA, MD, SE.) Apparently stuff like that ends up being nearly 8k. I'd say I was sorry, if I was actually sorry, which I'm really fucking not, honestly.

I like this chapter, I hope y'all will, too! (There's some uncharacteristically sweet August and Ange, and there's a very confused Sherlock, and a very adorable Mikey, and.... The good news is @deandoesthingstome gets her M+L Shower Scene, but it's probably not the hot, steamy event you hoped for, sorry girl...)

@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @geralts-yenn

“I’m off,” August said, a hand already on the door handle.

Marshall raised an eyebrow. “Off to where?”

“Ange,” August answered indifferently.

“Isn’t she sharing a room with Dani?” Marshall asked, not catching on.

“Dani will be with Mike,” August said, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Every second he wasted standing here was a second closer to the whole plan collapsing. Ange wouldn’t be happy, then. And neither would he. Or Mike, or Sherlock, or either of their girls, for that matter.

“Mike, who’s sharing a room with Sherlock?” Fuck. He didn’t have a complete grasp on the scheme yet, but enough to know something was up. Pun not intended.

“Yes. Sherlock will stay with Elena,” August said, opening the door so he could make a break for it if he had to. And he had to.

“Elena is sharing a room with…” Marshall tried, but August smiled and quickly stepped out. “Walker! Son of a bitch!”

He had no choice but to let himself fall back against his pillows and wait for the soft knock on the door. Actually, he did. But it would ruin the night for six people, and… maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to murder his friends for this obvious setup.

He opened the door with trembling hands. Why were they doing this? They’d been right to keep him out of this; he’d never have agreed to it!

“Hi,” Lexi said as soon as he opened the door. She pushed him aside and walked into the room. “We need to talk.”

“These bathtubs look just about big enough for the both of us,” Anjelica said, sliding her hands into August’s shirt.

“That's been a while,” August hummed in return, his lips brushing the skin of her neck softly, while memories of that evening alone at Anjelica's parents' house made their way to the forefront of his brain.

“Hm,” Anjelica moaned at the attention August was giving her, “that was a fantastic night.” Her fingers made quick work of the rest of the buttons of his shirt, and impatiently pushed it off his shoulders. She was right, it had been absolutely amazing – her father's presence had been needed at some fundraiser, and they'd had plenty of time to fully explore the luxuries of the main bathroom…

“It was… You know, when I saw that fireplace downstairs I was afraid we’d spend our whole evening there,” he admitted, moaning as her fingernails gently travelled down his back. He loved the feeling – she knew that.

“I wouldn't have hated curling up in front of that with a good book,” she replied, pulling him closer – which made August chuckle. Napoleon and Charles – and occasionally Mike, Sy and Sherlock, although the latter could be excused, still, simply because of his lack of experience – liked to complain that women were so incredibly difficult to figure out, but August couldn't agree. He'd always found Anjelica extremely easy to read: She'd pull him close when she wanted him close, and pushed him away when she needed him there. That's pretty much all there was to it. Right now, she was trying to trick him into thinking she wanted, rather than needed, him with her – like there was any sort of real choice involved in that.

“Why don't you curl up in bed for a moment,” he said, wiping a rogue curl out of her face, “I'll take care of the bath.”

“Yay, sleepover!” Mike immediately wrapped his arms around Dani, picked her up and tossed her on his bed. He'd taken the liberty of pushing the two singles together, so they'd have plenty of space for whatever it was that he had planned. Alright, it was Mike, so the plans probably didn't go a whole lot beyond ‘cuddle and fuck', but still. It was nice. And there was plenty of space to do it. Dani laughed when he jumped on the bed too and crawled over to her. “Hi!” He touched the tip of his nose to hers, before kissing her fiercely and then quickly moving on to her neck.

“Mikey!” she shrieked before pushing his face off her. “No hickeys!”

“It's freezing and we're on a ski trip, Sweetcheeks! You'll be covered head to toe. Let me… No! Lemme!” He wrestled her for it – and let her win, because there was no way she could take a guy like Mike on her best days… “You break my heart, Sweetcheeks,” he said dramatically, pouting like a sad little puppy. “Oh, how you wound me! What did I do to deserve this?”

“Mike, cut the drama,” she laughed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips as he threw himself on his back with a theatricality that wouldn't have looked out of place in an off-off-off-off-Broadway production of whatever Shakespeare play you could think of. “I know the perfect way to make it up to you.”

“I'm beginning to see why you love this part,” Sherlock chuckled as Elena pushed him against the door as soon as he'd shut it behind him.

“I've been waiting for this all day,” Elena whined softly, peppering Sherlock's jaw and throat with kisses. There was no denying it. Even on the bus ride over to the hotel they were staying in for the weekend, she'd curled up next to him, her hands wandering places they probably shouldn't have been exploring in public – even if it was under the blanket she (and all the other girls) had miraculously thought to bring.

“I know,” he laughed, “but could we slow down a bit?”

“We can slow down after we get naked,” Elena replied, impatiently working the buttons of his shirt. It seemed a fair compromise, and he gladly helped her achieve her goal. She kept her promise; as soon as all clothes were off, she slowed down, diving into his arms under the covers as she teasingly slowly moved her hands all over his upper body, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Is it strange that I like spending time with you like this?” Sherlock asked softly, a smile playing at his lips.

“Not at all,” Elena answered, “I like it, too.”

“There's not a whole lot I can say.” Marshall shrugged, looking everywhere in the room except at the girl in front of him.

Lexi put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Wrong, Walter. There's a whole fucking lot you can say. Starting with…” She'd planned on making him apologize, but now that she was standing in front of him, her plans changed quickly. Why did he have to be so hot?

“I'm sorry,” Marshall said, the sincerity of his words obvious in his eyes, which he finally lifted to look at Alexandra. That was what she'd been wanting to hear, right? Then why did those words not make it better? Why did they make her feel absolutely overcome with rage?

“Wow, I really thought that would at least begin to fix something,” she sighed, slumping down on the edge of one of the beds in the room. Marshall sat down on the one opposite her.

“I, eh… Get mad,” he said, much to Lexi's surprise.

“What? Why? So you can feel better about what you've done once I've been screaming at you like crazy for a while?” God, why did he have to get his wish, even if she didn't want to grant him the satisfaction? Why was he winning this fight?

“Because I think I don't even know half of what I should be apologizing for.” Oh. Well. If he put it like that…

“Well buckle in, buddy, because it's a long ass fucking list.”

“I thought you hated the scent of lavender?” Anjelica leaned back against August's chest, running a hand up his thigh.

“I do,” he said. It was quite the understatement; he absolutely despised the stuff. And yet…

“Then why, pray tell, are we taking a bath in your worst nightmare right now?” A valid question.

“Because it helps you relax,” he answered, “and you need that. You practically singlehandedly organized this trip, Angel.” It was the truth – she knew that, although she'd never admit just how close her efforts came to being nothing short of completely supernatural.

“Sometimes I wish I could hide from you,” she chuckled softly. It was so difficult for her to give up control, to surrender the illusion that she had everything covered at all times… Sometimes, August staring straight into her soul was something she wished she could opt out of – but it would involve breaking up with him, and she could never.

“And I would let you,” August said to her surprise, “if there was even the smallest part of me that was convinced you'd take care of yourself if I wasn't doing it for you.” Of course he was right. Not that Anjelica couldn't take care of herself – of course she could! In fact, August was convinced she could pretty much do anything. The reality was, however, that she simply wouldn't.

“I know, but…”

He didn't let her finish that sentence. “Princess treatment for you tonight, my Angel.”

“Eek!” Dani crawled deeper under the covers, grabbed Mike, and pulled his shark Squishmallow closer. “Mike! I hate this movie.” Lies. They weren't half bad when watched while snuggled up to Mike – especially when she got to confiscate Jacques. Yes, the Squishmallow had a name.

“Jacques will protect you,” Mike vowed. See? Squishmallow had a name. And a ridiculous one at that, for a stuffed shark, at least – which was exactly why Mike had chosen the name.

“I want you to protect me,” Dani said, snuggling closer to Mike. “Hold on, is Jacques a way of not having to make any promises to…”

“Yeah, sure,” Mike cut her off bluntly, sarcasm clear in his voice. “Sweetcheeks, no girl I've hooked up with has ever even seen Jacques. He disappeared into the bottom of the closet for… a bit…”

“Oh no! How could you! Look at this sweet, squishy, little face!” She screamed when she looked at the screen of Mike's laptop again at exactly the wrong time. “Okay, turn this off! I'm scared-scared now, not horny-scared.”

“Shit,” Mike deadpanned, tickling Dani's side. “That's the wrong kind of scared.”

‘Slowing down' was out the window. Gone. Long forgotten. All that existed now were the sweet moans Sherlock heard as he kissed his way up the inside of Elena’s thigh. He buried his face between her legs with unprecedented enthusiasm, causing Elena to chuckle, which made him look up, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. Not that there was any way for her to answer his unspoken question, as she was far too occupied with the delightful feeling of his tongue, lapping hungrily at her apex, and the pleasure it brought her far too quickly.

“I don't like how good you are at that already,” she joked as he made his way up her body again, the kisses he pressed to her skin leaving a blazing hot trail. Every part of her wanted to jump him, he knew that. It wasn't particularly hard to figure such things out – she was quite vocal, and her fingers dug into his skin more and more greedily as she became more worked up. Right now, he was convinced they would be leaving marks on his upper arm.

“You're easy to read,” he confessed before kissing her gently.

“You hurt me, Marshall,” she whispered softly. “Let me recap this for you and see if you can spot the mistakes. We get drunk together and you fuck me - don't… I know I was on the other end of that and you didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. I know, okay? I know. Then you tell me you regret that you even liked it because you should have regretted it, which gave me a headache, for starters, and also was just generally kind of rude. Then you fucking ghost me! And I show up at your party at New Years Eve and I see you run off to your room with some fucking puck bunny that's been through half of your team?!” By the end of her speech, she was screaming – maybe mostly because, save for a complete communicative failure, Marshall hadn't actually done anything wrong. Although Alexandra wasn't quite ready to admit that. It was as Elena had said; the big crime she was accusing him of was rebounding. Alright, attempting to. Alright, the ghosting was bad.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Marshall said. He meant it – how could he not? Lex had been one of his best friends for a really long time, and seeing her hurt was just about the last thing he wanted.

“I need to know, Walter…” Her voice was a whisper again. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why sleep with me? Why ghost me? Why her?”

“Let's get the Veronique-thing out of the way first… I was trying to forget about you, Lexi. And I couldn't. Because… things wouldn't… I didn't… It… I… Eh…”

“Your dick refused service,” Lexi said without thinking, a sweet smile on her lips. She realized her mistake too late, and hoped her slip-up wouldn’t make things worse.

“Of course she told… Well. Yeah. I ghosted you for the same lame reason. I tried to forget about you because… Because I thought we could never be together. You're my best friend's sister…” He looked at his hands; a feeble attempt to keep his voice from breaking.

“Why'd you sleep with me in the first place?” It's not that she had expected him to confess his love to her when she'd done it. As far as she was concerned, that had been a stupid, drunken mistake. But at least she'd hoped that he'd feel it didn't have to be. That he'd…

“Because I love you.”

The massage had started with a ‘Is this necessary?’ from Ange, who'd then proceeded to attempt to stall and evade August so much that he'd seen no other option than to tie her to the bedframe using the belt of her bathrobe. Relaxation was mandatory, and that was the end of it. Ange had laughed. Now, she was on her knees, still tied to the headboard, with her ass high in the air and August’s eager face between her thighs. The position wasn't ideal – at least; it would have been suboptimal had the objective been to make her cum. It wasn’t.

“You like doing that a little too much,” Anjelica groaned into her pillow. It didn't make August stop, but it did make him chuckle, and soon his fingers took over while his mouth moved up a little, carefully gauging Angie’s reaction. It was something he – much like practically every other man on the planet – had always wanted to try, but they'd never talked about whether or not she was into some ‘backdoor experimenting'. “Fuck!” Aright, that sounded promising… “Three years in… I thought I was going to have to bring it up myself.”

Wait? She was up for it, and he didn't even have to ask? “Yeah,” she laughed, subtly cluing him in that he'd actually said that out loud. “Can you untie me? I really want to cuddle.”

“I'm impressed,” August said – but not before sinking his teeth into her ass once for good measure. “And I'm really happy you asked, Angel.”

“Still scared?” Mike asked. The question was surplus; Dani had good and well forgotten what she'd been scared of in the first place.

“No, definitely just horny now,” she laughed, “you're really getting the hang of eating pussy, babe.” Mike looked a little too proud when she said it, flashing her that insufferable grin before he threw himself face-first between her boobs. She wanted to get mad at him for motorboating her, she really did, but the puppy-eyes prevented her from feeling anything but ‘aww’.

Soon, he climbed up, though, focusing his attention on her neck, and finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was unfocused – which wasn’t unusual for Mikey, but today was something special.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Dani muttered against his lips, because he wouldn’t break the kiss.

“Hmm,” he hummed before finally moving away, “I can’t decide what position I want you in and it’s driving me nuts.”

She laughed. What else could she possibly do? He said it so matter-of-factly that all possible awkwardness – and there was enough of that to go around – disappeared immediately, and she just laughed.

“Missionary?” She suggested, still trying to catch her breath.

“Boring,” Mike said. It was only slightly offensive. “And doggy sounds boring.”

“That’s your favorite!” she said, quasi-shocked.

“I know, that’s what’s driving me nuts!” he grumbled, burying his face in her neck. “I wanna try something new, if you’re okay with that?” And with another dose of those puppy-eyes… how could she say ‘no’?

“God, yes! Fuck me, please,” Elena cried out as Sherlock sank into her with a smooth thrust. The desperation in her request, paired with the sultry determination in her eyes raised heat and color to his cheeks. Elena grinned. Making Sherlock blush was easier and far more satisfying than she’d ever dared to dream. She reached for his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing him fiercely before bringing her lips to his ear. “Go on, then, you know I love your cock.”

With shame clouding his cheeks and coloring his ears, he began to move. Slowly, at first, but soon encouraged by her words, increasing his pace until she yelped loudly. “Fuck! Just like that.” Upon hearing her words, the corners of Sherlock’s mouth twitched up into a gentle smile that didn’t go unnoticed by his lover. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed receiving her praise at least as much as she enjoyed showering him with it. Even more than that, however, he appreciated her instructions. They were clear and concise and allowed him to please her better than he would have been able to without them, and he thanked her silently for them.

It wasn’t too long before he felt the increasing difficulty to keep his steady rhythm reach its peak. Through gritted teeth he let out a pained grunt. “I’m…” He didn’t make it past the first word of his sentence before his grip on her tightened involuntarily and he came, swearing softly under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he muttered shamefully as he retreated.

“What on earth for?” she said with a gentle chuckle.

“My… lacking stamina.”

“Give it some time, Sherlock. Besides, that was lovely, either way.” She wrapped her arms around him for a moment. “You know, a shower together wasn’t quite your thing, which I understand, though I do pity myself… but the bathtubs look quite nice…”

“What?” He… What?

“I love you,” he repeated quietly. So she’d heard correctly… “I’ve always loved you. As a friend, when we were little… Then as a little sister during the few years I talked myself into believing I was so much more mature than you – never was, of course—” he laughed awkwardly “— and then… Oh, God. You started bringing boys home on occasion and guys started to ask you out and whatever, and Peter would always complain about it. ‘What do they even see in her? She’s just my stupid little sister.’ And all I could think about was how pretty you were… It took me nearly two years to realize that…”

“That what, Marshall?” she whispered softly as she got up from where she was sitting and sat down next to Marshall instead.

“That I didn’t want to punch all those guys in the dick because I was protecting a sister.” He flashed an apologetic grin at her, while she barely managed to hold back a snort.

“I’ve had a crush on you for… years,” she admitted plainly, not daring to look him in the eye. “Ever since the summer I turned sixteen…”

“You avoided me for most of that vacation!” He laughed — the familiar sound she loved and that always reminded her of the fun the three of them used to have. “I was so confused, and our moms took me apart and told me that you were a little eh… ‘sweet on me’, I believe is the term mom used, and I laughed it off… didn’t believe a word of it.”

“No, they were right. I’d missed you and Peter so much when you were off to college, and our hockey games had been so much fun, and I’d been looking forward to seeing you again… and then you got out of the car the morning you got back, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.”

“What did?” he asked, clearly somewhat confused.

“You. And I didn’t even admit to myself it was a crush until about three days later, when you saved me from the collapsing chair. I was so shocked that I wasn’t disgusted by your chest hair anymore…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, because next to her, Marshall cracked up — and it took him a while and a half to be able to speak again.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “don’t let me and my disgusting chest hair keep you from finishing your story.”

“Like I said: it suddenly wasn’t disgusting anymore,” she laughed as she pushed against his shoulder. “God, remember the last night?”

“What, the teen disco thing?” He snorted, a dirty grin spreading across his face. “Yeah I remember… Shit! Oh, fuck, Lex, did that upset you?”

“That you went outside with the girl I thought was my friend? Nah, why would you think that?” She could joke about it now, right?

“If it helps: she was a horrible kisser,” he said as he leaned over to her, “unlike you.”

“That’s not cuddling, August,” Anjelica said with a smile when she felt the tip of August’s cock at her entrance.

“We can do both,” he replied with determination. It was true, they could – although they hardly ever did, unless it was something one of them, or in this case both of them, really needed.

“I love you,” she whispered when he pushed into her with a grunt that would have to suffice as his answer. She pulled him along as she rolled onto her back, wrapping a leg around his waist.

“My beautiful angel,” he muttered softly against the skin of her neck as he pushed deeper, drawing a whimper from her lips. She moved her hips in time with his, rolling them into his movements as he gently rocked into her. “Good?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, a content smile on her lips.

His hand moved to her hip, grasping her tightly as he tried to keep his slow rhythm. It could be challenging; her tight walls clenching around him felt so good it always kept him on the verge of losing his ability to think straight, and there was the ever-present urge for him to make her cry out his name — in pain, in pleasure or both.

At the same time, he relished the thought that he could go for hours like this — if she’d let him, and from the sound of it, she would.

“I missed you,” she whispered suddenly, making August’s brows draw together in surprise. They were together more often than not… “I was so caught up in what I needed from you that I forgot to just want to spend time with you,” she admitted as she gently let her fingers trail the side of his face, tracing his jaw.

“Well then,” August started, bringing his lips to her ear, and snaking his arms tighter around her before he continued, punctuating his words with deep, lazy thrusts that made Ange squeal: “Let’s make sure we reconnect.”

“Shit, babe, this is ah—” Mike’s greedy hands dug roughly into the flesh of Dani’s ass. “Pretty fucking amazing, holy shit… Keep— damn!”

Dani couldn’t do much other than laugh at Mike’s all-over-the-place rambling and mumbling about how much he liked what was going on. Well, that and keep moving, bouncing up and down Mike’s cock while he barely even tried to keep quiet. He loved it, there was no doubt in her mind, but Dani herself? She mostly wondered if she looked as weird as she felt about this. And it was a whole fucking thigh workout…

Mike whined when she climbed off of him. “No, babe, don’t… Hey? What’s wrong?” He reached for Dani with a sweet smile — but the pleading puppy eyes didn’t go anywhere.

Reluctantly, Dani let herself be pulled into his arms. “I felt silly,” she muttered, hiding her face in his neck.

“You didn’t look silly,” Mike replied, littering her face and everywhere else he could reach with kisses, “you looked fucking hot. This ass” — he grabbed it for good measure — “jiggles like crazy and it’s literally so fucking good!”

“Mike!” The last thing Dani wanted to hear was that she jiggled in any kind of way. Even a good one.

“Babe,” Mike sighed, clearly exasperated. “What do you want me to say? What do you want to do? Turn off the lights, get under the covers and — ow! What? Don’t use Jacques to hit me!”

Then, he attacked her, tickling her until she begged for mercy.

“Not until you tell me you’re pretty!” he threatened, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose that she tried to avoid — unsuccessfully.

“Never!” she laughed, and her stubbornness made him smile. Of course, it was easy for him to enjoy this: he wasn’t the one gasping for air as she struggled to keep his hands away from her body. “Okay! Fine! I’m pretty!”

“Yes, you are.” He ceased his attack immediately and wrapped her up in a big hug. “Now, remember that or I’ll have to punish you again,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh no! I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!” Dani tried really hard to keep her face in check, but Mike’s reaction was so funny that she didn’t manage.

“Tell me you were joking!” he said, looking absolutely terrified, even when Dani finally failed to hold back her laughter. “Oh, good! That was…” He shuddered. “Don’t… Don’t call me that. Literally ever!”

“Looks like we found your weakness,” she laughed, poking at his side.

“This is preferable to the shower, but I’m still convinced you’re trying to boil me,” Sherlock sighed — a sound that was part annoyance and part pain — while Elena snuggled into his chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly make the water more accommodating for you,” she chuckled, “I’m very cold.”

“Anything for you, darling,” he sighed, feigning a smile.

“You really are a quick study,” Elena laughed, trailing her fingers over his chest and abs. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she even felt his cock come alive against her hip.

“I have a great teacher,” he grunted as she continued her ministrations. The water temperature suddenly became a lot more tolerable — how strange.

The kiss that followed was gentle, and lasted just long enough to make Sherlock whine softly when she pulled back, his eyes begging her to keep going.

“I don’t mean to start something we can’t finish right now,” she whispered as she settled against his chest again.

A thoroughly sarcastic chuckle escaped him. “It’s a little late for that.” He didn’t mean to sound irritated — but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

“I beg your pardon, Holmes?” She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we just… risk it?”

He opened his mouth to reply to her utterly ridiculous proposal, but his words got stuck somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

“What? Nothing smart to say?” Elena moved away from Sherlock as best she could, and looked at him, her eyes clearly posing a challenge she knew Sherlock and his rather limited experience with women were going to accept — except it looked like he still had absolutely nothing to say.

“I think I’ll just go,” he muttered quietly as he got up. Elena seemed less than inclined to come after him, and he prepared to escape the bathroom slightly flustered.

“Perfect,” she snapped at him as he walked back into the bedroom, “you were ruining my bath.”

He kissed her. Gently but decisively, and she gladly subjected herself to his treatment, not hesitating for a second. She’d missed him so much…

“We shouldn’t.” How someone could say that while pushing her back onto the mattress, she had absolutely no clue — but it annoyed her.

“Why not?” Lexi said, pushing Marshall off her and glaring at him. “Why can’t you just be with me unapologetically? Why is that so hard?”

“Lexi,” Marshall sighed, moving closer to her again. “We can’t just… hook up. We’ve never even been on a date.”

“Hockey game in two weeks,” she said with a devious smile. “There’s your date. Now, please kiss me?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice; before the words were good and well out of her mouth, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, making it abundantly clear that he planned on doing a lot more than just kissing her. Lexi’s arms immediately wrapped around Marshall’s neck, pulling him closer, and he was more than happy to oblige. Lips parted and tongues eagerly tangled, moans escaped both of them, hands slipped underneath sweaters and before long, most clothes had come off and fingers were wandering everywhere.

Lexi shivered when her fingers brushed past Marshall’s hardened length – no equipment failures tonight, or so it would seem. It seemed bigger than she remembered…

“Shh,” he whispered softly, “you know I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know,” she muttered. “It’s just… intimidating.” Her remark earned her a low chuckle.

“It’s a curse,” he replied with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they all saw it that way,” she huffed, a hard to miss edge of annoyance to her voice.

“Six,” he said.

“What?”

“There have been six. Not including you. You are number seven.”

“And if we’re counting hand jobs and oral?”

“Eh… The number doubles,” he admitted. “You’re not the only one who’s been…”

“Intimidated, right?” Lexi stroked the side of his face, her fingers lingering briefly in his beard. She knew she had no right to be upset she wasn’t his first. He wasn’t exactly hers, either, but it stung, nonetheless.

“Lexi, please,” Marshall sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I know, I know… Why did you even tell me?” Right. Like it was his fault…

“You were going to ask,” he sighed. He was right – which irked her. “Why do girls ask that question and then get mad about the answer?”

“Oh, I’m definitely picking this fight, just so I won’t have to deal with your scarily massive dick,” she joked. Okay, fine, half-joked.

“Hey, listen,” Marshal said, picking up on the serious edge to her voice, “if you don’t want to do this, we’re obviously not doing this. But I do want to keep making out, if you’re okay with that.” His eyes were kind, as was his smile, and the kiss he pressed to her neck was gentle and encouraging.

“Oh, I’m more than okay with that.”

She was in his lap now, slowly grinding her hips against his, while both of them moaned loudly with every move. August’s hands rested on her thighs, occasionally sliding up or down, but ultimately mostly leaving her to it. Ange had a hand between her legs and a blissfully fucked-out look on her face – that August was sad he couldn’t see, because Anjelica was riding him with her back towards him. Her slow tempo and sultry moans made him impatient, but he refrained from taking charge.

She was close — he could tell from the way her breath quickened, and with it, her pace.

“Fuck.” The sound was barely audible, as was the name that followed. A name that wasn’t August’s. And, unfortunately, he heard her — but he didn’t let her know. With an insidious little smirk on his handsome face, he let her do her thing, until she finally exploded around him. Then, as she slumped back against his chest, limp and worn out from what had sounded like an amazing orgasm.

August’s hand traveled briefly up her stomach and chest, lingering at her neck for a moment before he decided against his instinctive approach. Instead, he turned her on her knees and entered her from behind, not holding back for so much as a single moment. Within seconds, Ange was squealing into the pillows and grabbing the sheets while August pounded into her from behind. It took him one small adjustment to their position…

“Fucking hell,” she cried out, and he chuckled softly. She’d cum from this — and it wouldn’t take long.

He was right — of course he was. Barely a minute later, she came hard, her walls squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t stave off his own release any longer.

“Dammit, August, what was that?” she panted, trying to catch her breath as she rolled over in bed.

“Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “so you do remember my name?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Anjelica’s eyes went wide.

“I still can’t believe you called me ‘daddy’,” Mike said, pouting and shuddering while clinging to Jacques.

“Babe, seriously,” Dani sighed, leaning over him. “It was a joke. Can we get back to what we were doing before?”

“Sweetcheeks, I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to get it up tonight,” Mike groaned dramatically. It was a blatant lie, which Dani didn’t hesitate to point out.

“Uhuh,” she nodded, “nice semi, Mike.”

Mike curled up and glared at Dani, still clutching Jacques to his chest — making his girl laugh in the process. She curled up behind him and pulled the covers over them.

“Wow,” Mike muttered quietly into Jacques. “This is fucking nice.”

Dani chuckled as she pulled Mike closer. “Never been the small spoon before?”

He shook his head and made a ‘nu-uh’ kind of sound. “This is awesome. Do you get to feel like this all the time?”

“About half the time from here on out, I suppose,” she joked.

Mike turned around in her arms, still holding Jacques. “I’m not trying for your spot, babe. It’s just… nice, every once in a while, I guess.” He let out a deep sigh and settled into her side with his head on her chest.

“How did you get Jacques?” she asked after a while.

“Impulsive acquisition in high school. Remember the disaster-divorce?” Dani nodded in response to his question. “I was angry at the whole world for obvious reasons, and I walked past him on my way home from school. He made me smile, so I took him home.”

“And by ‘took him home’ you mean ‘bought’, right?” Dani gave Mike a meaningful look — or rather, tried to, because he wouldn’t meet her eye.

“Ehm… No, I mean ‘stole’.”

“Shoplifting, Mike, really?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t in a great place, Sweetcheeks. My parents were fighting all the time, and…”

“Failing your classes didn’t get their attention, so you figured ‘juvenile delinquent’ might?” she asked semi-sarcastically — and, much to her surprise, Mike nodded.

“Pretty much. Started small. Nail polishes for whoever I was seeing that week—”

“Mike! Don’t…”

“Sweetcheeks, trust me, it all meant nothing, and I sure as fuck never closed, so… either way; nail polish, lighters… Jewelry, make-up. God, I was desperate.” He laughed.

“Lighters?” Dani asked. It felt like one of those primary school assignments: ‘Which word does not belong with the others?’

”Ehm… Yeah, me and my friends might have set a trash can or two on fire,” he smiled apologetically. “Like I said; not in a good place.”

“And Jacques?”

“Like I said; I saw him, and he made me smile. Reminded me of something from when I was younger, so I took him home.” He absentmindedly stroked Jacques’ head. Or… he was a Squishmallow, they’re all head…

“Never got caught?” Dani asked, curiosity finally fully taking over.

“Once. They let me off with a warning because they thought it was painfully obvious I did it to impress a girl. Needless to say, she was not impressed.”

“Go figure,” Dani teased while running her hands through his curls. “Were you doing it to impress her?”

“Duh,” he snorted. “Sweetcheeks, you may not have noticed this, but I’m not exactly smooth or anything.”

“Oh. No, I’ve noticed,” Dani deadpanned, leaving Mike glaring up at her.

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes.

Sherlock ran through the conversation-turned-argument in his head a dozen times in a feeble attempt to uncover his mistakes, until the sound of Elena’s voice distracted him. The sounds coming from the bathroom left little to the imagination with regard to what was going on, and the realization made his cock twitch in his pants. Shame reddened his cheeks as he silently cursed at his body’s reaction, and he fought the urge to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

Focusing on his reading proved impossible, so instead, he folded his hands on his stomach and waited until Elena finally emerged from the bathroom, hoping she would be in a better mood.

“Are you ready to apologize?” she snapped when she came into the bedroom.

Sherlock’s eyes went wide. “Apologize? What about you? You were being completely unreasonable!” Of course, he didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late.

“Get out of my bed,” Elena replied, her voice at least as cold as her eyes. “Now.”

“Where am I supposed to—”

“Lexi’s bed. The floor. I really don’t care, Sherlock.”

“Elena, I—” “Sherlock, fuck off,” she snarled. Bewildered, he got up and sat down on the other bed, watching Elena as she got into bed and turned off the lights.

For a while, he didn’t speak while he wracked his brain in another attempt to figure out where exactly things had gone wrong. “Elena,” he whispered softly, his voice drenched with utter despair, “can we please talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she huffed, turning her back to him.

“Elena, I know you’re upset with me, and I’m very sorry that I did something to upset you,” he said as he quietly got up and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. “Please help me understand this situation so I can make things right.” This time, she let him put his hand down, and he sighed in relief — albeit carefully.

“Trust you, relax, tell you if it hurts,” Lexi repeated before taking a deep breath. Theoretically, she was plenty prepared to take him, but in reality? She wasn’t drunk this time, which made it a lot more difficult to relax when Marshall slowly pushed into her. Her face scrunched up when she felt the sharp pain she was familiar with.

“Lex—” Marshall started, but she shook her head.

“It’s okay, it’ll pass, just…” A hand on his lower back pulled at him, guiding him deeper.

“N-no,” he stammered.

“Marshall, it’s fine,” she said with a warped smile.

“The fuck it is! Lexi, no.” He pulled out and dropped down on the mattress, next to her. “I’m not okay with this. I won’t hurt you.”

“Marshall, really, it’s no big deal,” she groaned. Why was he being so difficult?

“It is to me, Lexi! How can I have a good time when I’m hurting you? I don’t know how to make this clearer… I explicitly do not consent to hurting you.” There was something strange to his voice and about the way he punctuated every word of his last sentence very clearly and deliberately, and Lex I found herself quite occupied with trying to figure out what was bothering him when he announced he was going to take a shower.

“Can I join you?” she asked carefully when she figured he’d had enough time to cool off – and so had she. He growled a ‘yes’, but didn’t turn around when she stepped into the cabin. “Marshall, what happened to you?”

“Do we have—” A wet sounding slap against his shoulder interrupted him.

“Yes, Marshall,” Lexi said as she stepped around him and wormed her way into his arms. “We have to.”

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “The first girl I ever slept with… Gina David, senior year. She said she was fine, but there were tears in her eyes, she was bleeding. I wanted to stop, but she insisted it was just… that it was just because it was her first time, too. She told me to keep going, I shouldn’t have, but she kept pushing me… and I—” His voice trailed off.

“You felt guilty,” Lexi filled in, and when she looked up, she was surprised to be met with Marshall, shaking his head.

“Not just that,” he said softly, “I felt violated.” He cleared his throat before speaking again: “I don’t care if we never do anything other than hand jobs and oral, Lexi. But I refuse to hurt you, and you can’t make me.”

“Marshall, I’m really sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for pushing you back there,” Lexis said softly.

Marshall shrugged and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s alright, you didn’t know. I’m sorry that pain has always been so normal for you.”

She nodded, and then her face slowly began to show a smile. “Is it always that difficult?”

“No,” Marshall admitted, a small smile breaking through the sadness on his face, but his eyes weren’t playing along just yet. “You saw what happened when you relaxed, right?” He shrugged.

“We’ll get there,” she sighed as she leaned her head against his chest.

“Yeah, we will.”

“August, I didn’t… I’m so sorry! I can—” She covered her face with her hands, but August pulled them away again. Anjelica looked at him in shock. Was he smiling?

“Angel, it’s okay. I won’t mind the explanation, but there’s no need to get this worked up about it.” He was, indeed, smiling — after all, this had nothing to do with him. He knew Anjelica, he knew their relationship, and they were solid. “Why him?”

Despite his unbelievably relaxed attitude, Anjelica was less than excited about answering the question. “Well, eh…” She took a deep breath, while August pulled her into his arms. “I had this conversation with Sol a while ago. And being on this trip reminded me of… That thing that happened that one time…”

“Mike called it ‘the great fuck-off’,” August sighed.

“Mike knows?” Anjelica shrieked, looking at August in sheer terror.

“Oh, like you didn’t tell everyone at your little ‘girls night’,” he sneered, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like we were planning to tell them—”

“’Them’, as in ‘they all know’?” she sighed.

“Angel, please,” August snapped. “Like I said: It’s not like we set out to tell them, but we were drunk, the others were offering up some stories, they caught our mutual death-stares at each other, Mike and Sy came up with some theories that were all way worse than what had actually happened, so we told them the truth. I think they were fairly disappointed.” August shot a sideways glance at Ange. “Especially after the revelation that Dani isn’t as exclusively attached to Mike as we thought.”

“Oh, I think that was—” Anjelica started, but August raised a hand to… well, to shut her up.

“Ange, I honest to God don’t need to know. Back to your little Geralt-mishap from before.” “There’s really not that much more to tell. Are you upset?”

Her question prompted August to laugh. “Not really. I trust you, and I know nothing happened between the two of you. In part because I suspect Sol would have murdered you by now.”

“What makes you think she’d ever find out?”

“She’s you, but tall.” August deadpanned, and Anjelica couldn’t argue against his solid logic.

“Do you ever…” Ange started, but August shook his head.

“Nice try, Angel. I wasn’t the one caught red-handed, I’m not incriminating myself.”

Mike snuggled closer to Dani and looked up at her. God, he was adorable.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she asked, stroking a curl away from his face.

“Dani, what are we?” On the list of all the things she thought he might say or ask her, that question was firmly at the bottom. In fact, she wasn’t even sure it was on that list. What she was sure of, though, was that she’d expected to have to ask him that herself — bit she hadn’t planned on doing that for another few weeks.

Confused, she looked at him. “You want to DTR?” It didn’t even seem like his style…

“Yeah,” he said, clearly uneasy — possibly because of her lack of an answer. “I mean… We’ve been going out, and I really like that. I really like you. And I’ve been calling you my girlfriend, but we never really talked about it and…” He looked away shyly. “I can’t even really tell you how I feel about you without saying something that’s just way too much, way too soon, but… yeah.” He shrugged — which was fairly difficult, because he was still lying on his side, snuggled up to Dani.

“Mike, I’d be super stoked to officially be your girlfriend,” she said, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“You didn’t have to snap at me when all I tried to do was stop you from feeling uncomfortable,” she muttered.

“You’re right,” he admitted, “I didn’t mean to sound annoyed. I wasn’t annoyed. I’m sorry I made you feel that I was.”

Now, it was Elena who had nothing to say.

“Would you care to confirm my theory that telling you I thought you were being unreasonable really didn’t—”

“Oh, that was probably the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said,” she interrupted with a slight chuckle to her voice. “You were right, of course.”

“I’ve been told it’s not always wise to point that out,” Sherlock replied. “Are we… okay?”

Suddenly, Elena laughed, although Sherlock could have sworn he heard something of a sob in her voice as she did. “If you can accept my apology,” she said softly. “I—” She hesitated. “Oh god, alright. I’m afraid I’m a few days away from my period and my stomach hurts and I’m just… really sorry. It’s no excuse.”

“But it is an explanation,” Sherlock said as he pushed at her shoulder until she moved over, giving him enough room to climb into bed with her. “And a reasonable explanation at that. Come here.”

“I can’t believe our first fight happened because of my PMS,” she groaned as she snuggled into Sherlock’s side.

“Oh, I’m having no trouble believing it at all,” Sherlock chuckled in reply.

Immediately, Elena slammed a hand into his shoulder. “Sherlock Holmes, I swear I will make you sleep on the floor!”

“Easy, darling, I was only joking.”

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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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Hiii hi, I'm back ^^ my uploading schedule has been shit but oh welllll, this fanfic is based off my previous draft of like an AU where MC is the other woman (or person)

Cheater! Asmo AU, Rejected!MC AU+One Sided Love(Genuinely don't know what to call this) Basically MC loves Asmo but he has a partner, they still sleep together though.

There aren't any spoilers in this, just a small CW for a sex scene (details aren't really given) and infidelity on behalf of MC and Asmo!

A bitch, a slut, a tramp, a whore— things you've heard before. Eventually, the insults stopped hurting; you played into their words. "If they think I'm a whore, maybe I should just show them how much of a whore I can be!" To you, it felt like a way of reclaiming the insults. Sex with countless of strangers, purposely teasing people who irritated you, and even sleeping with people who you knew had lovers.

You were always in some sort of trouble, either at work or in school. It seemed like truly no one had respect for you, why would they? You purposely slept with their lovers just to get back at them, it was cruel. You knew it was.

So when you were teleported to Devildom, it seemed like your past was behind you. But you couldn't just change your ways so easily, your anger for those who tormented you was always going to be there. You were never in control, it just seemed like you were because you were so angry. Desperate for love, desperate to be accepted, and desperate to be comforted.

Growing close with Asmodeus was pleasant for you, he was usually open about his intentions and didn't shame you for being sexually active. Platonic interactions turned to sexual interactions, and it was as simple as that— at least for the lusty demon. You couldn't help but want more, you silently prayed for romance with him. A touch so delicate, and a kiss so passionate it made your heart nearly pop out of your chest.

Deep down you knew you could never be the one for him though, he was a powerful demon who lived for centuries— you were just another chapter in his life that he would skip past. So when she showed up, it felt like a jab to the heart and ego. Her, a low rank demon, had won over Asmodeus. She was nothing special, that was what confused you the most. It was rare for a human to walk in Devildom, let alone have such close ties to the Avatars of Hell. How could you let such a man slip from your grasp?

You didn't let her get in the way though, you continued your "kiss and cry" routine with Asmodeus. Sneaking kisses when backs were turned, and making love with him when the lights were off. Kiss when you were with him, and cry when you were by yourself— a self explanatory name at the least.

And that's how you ended up here; underneath the lusty demon. Wrapping your hands around Asmo's neck, slipping a few soft moans and gasps. "Oh Asmo," the demon smiled at you, "I love you." You continued. The demon giggled, "I love hearing you s-say.. ha... that!" Asmo spoke with a soft tone, his eyes lit up as soon as you heard him say that.

But, why didn't he say it back? He seemed happy about you confessing your love for him, did he not return his feelings..? "Asmodeus, w-wha..t.. do you see in that demon?" You asked. He slowed his pace, still thrusting into you and kissing your neck. "Haf.." The demon let out a breathy moan before speaking, "She's l-lovely, isn't she, MC?" It felt like Asmo purposely plunged a knife into your heart. "She's so.. so, elegant! ~ And soft spoken." A twist with the knife, were you not either of those?

No words could come from your lips, only an "ah" which sounded more like reassurance instead of a moan. With stinging eyes and shallow breaths, the sex Asmodeus and you were having suddenly seemed unenjoyable. You regretted asking him what he thought of his lover, what were you expecting in the first place? For him to tell you he hated her? He would never say that, if he had an issue with the demon he would've said so to her face long ago.

Sitting up, you moved towards the edge of the bed; Asmo fell to the mattress, looking at you with a shocked expression. "MC? Is everything okay?" Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes as tight as possible— pushing against them with force in hopes it would subdue the tears that threatened to fall. "Asmo, why are we doing this?" A "what" came from behind you, the demon shuffled around on the bed, scooting closer to you.

"What are you talking about, MC?" You couldn't help but scoff, "The cheating! The cheating, okay!" The words slipped from your mouth, you felt angry and hurt— you were sure she would too if she found out what her boyfriend and you were doing in the bed. "Hm? What are you talking about?"

"Please, don't play dumb!" Standing up, you grabbed your clothing and hurriedly put them on. "I'm just having fun with you, MC. Can't I show my love to you too?" He smiled, as if he had done nothing wrong. "How come you never say you love me then?! We only ever have sex, do you call infidelity and sex "love"?! You stomped your feet, looking pathetic like always. Your "kiss and cry" routine was like hell, literally. It had affected you so much, you spent so much of the nights weeping that your eyes were always puffy and swollen. Your skin looked duller than usual, there wasn't an exact glow to it— sometimes you think there never was a glow to it in the first place.

You knew you were beautiful, but you didn't feel like it in moments like these. Sure, Asmo's lover could be a bit irritating and whiney to you at times— and plain rude but, did she really deserve this? A few bad interactions had warranted this? You were the problem.

"Hm? What are you talking about, sex is a form of love, Dear!" You screamed at him, "This isn't love, Asmodeus!" He always did this, he knew he was your weak-spot, so he played dumb with you. Tears began to flow from your eyes, your nose was suddenly runny and your lips felt painfully dry yet sticky. "Oh, I can't do this any-fucking-more! You don't love me, and you aren't showing her proper love!" And with that, you stormed out of his room, but not without glancing at him first; he was too shocked to speak.

With messy hair, and a blouse that was fully unbuttoned, revealing your lingerie underneath, you ran through the halls of the House of Lamentation. Ashamed and embarrassed— how could you do something so cruel? How could you fall in love with a man who never loved you in the first place?

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nny11writes · 9 months

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Nunny! I'm sending you asks for your game.

I'm tempted to send you the entire post and just see the Nunny Rant. You might not even do She-ra. I'm thinking of She-ra sending these but go off about star wars or something else if you think it applies better to the question :D

the character everyone gets wrong (ahahhahahaaaaaaaaa)

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about (im sure there is a long list)

9 and 10 - Worst part of fanon and worst part of canon (imo there is some overlap)

13. worst blorboficiation

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

lakhglkajfas, I think my rant would mostly just be keyboard smashes and crying emojis so this is the better way to go lol!

the character everyone gets wrong God, like, fucking- ALL of them. :) Buuuuuut the one that's bugging me the most recently is Mermista.

I am SO sick of post canon Mermista in c/a fics specifically. Mermista would not hold a grudge that hard that long and that violently!!! Stop having her hate Catra and actively be out to do harm to her. Mermista's response to losing her kingdom was like a bad breakup where she just cried in a tub eating ice cream. Her response to seeing HORDAK at the end of the series was just a, "So are we good with him now?" implying that she's chill to be chill.

Mermista and Catra 100% would sit at a table calling one another a bitch (begrudgingly fond and pretend to not be) back and forth. Mermista would not be out to skin Catra alive! Mermista wants to talk to Catra about her murder novels because Perfuma reads too slowly and doesn't like spoilers but she NEEDS to talk to someone about the butler who has a brain cell because Sea Hawk seemed to miss the whole first half of the book AND FURTHER MORE-

9. and 10. - Worst part of fanon and worst part of canon

Worst part of fanon is the fucking shippers. This went from one of the more open and accepting fandoms for all ships that I'd ever been in to one of the worst.

Like, straight up, one of the fics that lives rent free in my head is an explicit fic where Catra and Hordak enthusiastically consent to having sex. Like Hordak is trying to be kinda standoffish but can't stop looking at boob window tits, he was Entrapta trained I'm afraid. The number of times I think of his awkward proposing they do it more frequently followed shortly by Catra dressing and winking saying, "Seriously, great cock!" is a lot lol. It's such a porn movie style fic and there is something fantastic to be said about it.

But you even hint that Catra could be headcanonned as anything besides a lesbian and your body will be found in a few months time in several different bags. Suggesting Catra and Hordak having any romantic or sexual relationship probably gets you reported to the fucking government or something. So there's a reason it's never made a rec list from me but fuck it I'm mentioning it now.

They aren't real. If I want to occasionally have a giggle about them and make my little dolls bump uglies everyone else should politely not look while my fellow weirdly sane people who get that this is all make believe but sure we're the freaks here come poke and enjoy!

Fucking shipping wars and discourse man. I'm sick of it.

Worst part of canon for me is the censorship and uncertainty that caused various issues with the plot and prevented the show from being even stronger. You can see it in real time while watching, but man it was wild in December 2018 to see how professional media talked about the show and Catra and Adora being adoptive sisters, to AJ (I think?) getting dumped on for repeating that idea and having to apologize, to the open gayness at the end. I love SPOP, but the rocky terrain the crew-ra had to navigate really did impact the quality and created weird gaps that asshole fans hunkered down into. Like, we cannot pry some of those fuckers out.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I need you to understand that my immediate response when I started writing this answer out was a very strained and painful sigh through my nose as my brain returned a static white noise sound.

I am really tired of forcing this jock!Adora and slacker!Catra thing. Like, it started in modern AUs but it's gone and infected people's idea of canon as well. It falls into a bit of the "dumb adora" trope, which people just don't seem to actually understand what that means or is about. It also falls into Shadow Weaver's narrative of who Catra is which is wild. Like. Really wild.

You are telling me Catra, a cat person who grew up in a military, is actively against exercise? Yes, she would 100% sleep in a sunbeam for a nap, and then she wakes up and craves some low key chaos and violence.

You are telling me Adora, forced into a golden child and leadership position, is bad at reading and math and science because all she cares about is training? Adora 100% enjoys physical fitness and using her body, but she's got a sharp mind on her and there's no way in hell she doesn't like to work it too.

I am just exhausted with it in modern AUs, and now it has gone to infect canon interpretations. It flattens their characters out, ignores/denies parts of their abuse, and nukes their abilities from orbit. I hate it so so much.

Also if I have to see one more fic or art piece where Catra is willingly and happily wearing dresses, skirts, and heels I swear to fucking god I will KILL. :)

13. worst blorboficiation

Again, this is all of them. Everyone suffers from being blorbo'd to an insane degree, but it just shifts depending on which character is the favorite of that part of the fandom. You have talked several times about the insanity of Catra fans vs. Hordak fans, the blorboification is insane there. Same with Catra fans vs. Glimmer fans.

Like. God damn. I'm so glad the Adora vs. Catra fan fights died out real quick because this fandom is exhausting enough.

With Catra being my favorite it's extra exhausting because there is CONSTANTLY people attacking her and then total asshats trying to defend her who I do not want to be associated with. I love her. She's a fucking idiot and a bastard and a baby. Somehow, every take on her is both the worst and factually correct and then the fandom fights.

Tipsy, I. Am. Tired.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

OKAY

Let's fucking talk about how GLIMMER IS NOT AN EVIL BITCH. Can we talk about that? STOP TRYING TO LEAVE THIS POST AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS AGAIN because someone needs to hear it louder in the back.

Glimmer is the character who is probably be done the dirtiest by the fandom but for wildly different reasons throughout the whole show. Hands down.

After S1 fandom took Glimmer and made her into an entitled dumbass whiner who threw money and her titles at her problems. They made her act like a child without any complexity. And it 100% took me from not really liking her character much to detesting her which is outrageous every time I remember that I kinda hated her at that point.

This did not improve post S2. :)

Post S3 probably was the most sympathetic and understanding the fandom was to Glimmer but it came at the cost of trying to bulldoze Catra for the Portal and people making callout posts like these characters were real people. I feel like the rise of some of the G/A shippers that I really can't stand was around this time. It was catra vs. glimmer fans going bat shit and drawing lines for ships.

If they couldn't assassinate Glimmer's character, by god the fandom would assassinate both Catra and Adora's in wildly different ways instead!

Do I need to talk about post S4? The idea of dark Glimmer and Glimmer going off the rails should have been a fun thing to play with in the sandbox and instead just writing it down made me cringe. Now Glimmer has to be an evil bitch because she had a trauma response and made bad decisions, now she is irredeemable because I made up a situation where she did something she didn't in canon for reasons so OOC someone probably slapped Donut Steel on it somewhere.

There was a little lift post series, but man people are holding onto Glimmer being a spoiled brat to play off of for Catra or a cruel bitch for Catra and, again, as a Catra fan, I want to bite bite kill kill bite kill kill kill!!!

Glimmer is allowed to grow up from being a spoiled kid who had good intentions and was naive. She is allowed to be over eager, bratty, petty, silly, funny, caring, and smart too. She's allowed to make bad choices and struggle with how to recover from it.

STOP MAKING ME THE LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE MEME FOR GLIMMER

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs, shut up about redemption arcs-

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thestalkerbunny · 7 months

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So like.

Staff day went okay.

Lemme outline some hot points. Lemme just SHARE my Day with you guys.

(content warning for mentions about shootings cause that I was literally 4 hours of my day having to listen to that, but it was mostly 'what to do in a scary situation' advice. Nothing in depth, just general stuff)

-Had breakfast there. I got a tangerine and some baby muffins. It was rather nice.

-Learned from my coworkers who were also there cause it was ALL the workers from every branch-that in the 3 days I had off, the guy who keeps SMOKING in the bathrooms is back, is now VAPING, blew a vape cloud in a child's face and then followed a female patron out of the building to make a sexual comment on her FEET. This is apparently not his first FOOT BASED OFFENSE HERE and makes me glad I wear closed toe shoes at all times when I'm out and about.

-Opening words/statements/awards for the librarians who have been on the job for nearly 20 plus years. This is blazed through in less than 10 minutes.

-THEN WE GET TO WHAT WE'RE ALL THERE FOR. The 'What to do during an active shooting' seminar with some kind of group that specializes in showing people what to do in said crisis as well as evaluating public buildings to make sure they're secure in case of said crisis.

-A lot of statistics. Stressful statistics. Upsetting Statistics.

-Know your corners people; Corners save LIVES -Seminar Lady talking about how it's important to find secure corners where a gunman cannot do the weird angle around and fire at you. Those of us who went to public schools in the last past decade know what I'm talking about when I say the safe corners of the room

A morbid thought. But I will now take corners into valid consideration more often than I usually do.

-We also review some footage, mainly diagrams n stuff, etc etc. best advice given was 'don't fucking STOP RUNNING once you're out-fucking put some DISTANCE on you and that bitch-only YOU can tell if you feel safe.' and 'fucking car doors won't protect you-bullets go through that shit like paper, find CONCRETE, Brick WALL, Building Support beams.'

-After very upsetting statistics and advice on corners, locked doors, etc. etc. We break for catered lunch. It is burgers and weenies with banana pudding on the side. Weenies were great, the burger was kinda red in the middle and I didn't care too much for that. A lovely lunch in honest option.

-After Lunch. Hands on Demonstration.

-First we're instructed on how to disarm an armed individual with a gun, different methods for different guns, it is important to portray confidence and aggression in the situation because it's a you or them situation and you must come out on top. Lady said you have full authority in the situation to make sure that son of a bitch stays DOWN until more help arrives.

-It is then followed up with this short 5'5 lady showing us how to do the unauthorized choke hold and then she said 'OKAY. NOW YA'LL ARE GONNA DO IT ON EACH OTHER'

-Bestillmybeatingheat.jpg- -It's just like BIBLE CAMP ALL OVER AGAIN.-

-We have to take partners and in a supervised controlled situation with the trained demonstrators who know what to look for teach us how to choke a bitch out. My partner had arms the sizes of babies and I did forewarn him that the last person that did that to me did, recieved a bite out of my natural reaction. I did graze him a bit with my teeth-but other than that, he was fine. Weird sensation. Highly did not care for it.

-My turn to choke him out. Forgot that he-my constant coworker-is a man of many many weird body quirks and one of them is a sort of low LOW response to pain/pressure. He's just patting his legs and humming while I'm trying to choke him out. He's also like 6ft tall and I'm 5'5 so it's like a goblin yeeting itself up to choke an orc.

-We get to the next part which is how to apply a tourniquet. Which I will tell you, applying it to yourself, hurts like a fucking BITCH. Which it's supposed to I guess? Cause the point is to stop blood from escaping your meaty flesh prison. But I won't lie, I REALLY did not care for it considering how they had to go around and check and make sure everyone did it right and I'm standing here, my arm going numb and having to stand at the same time-not a fun combo.

-We follow that up with how to treat different kinds of wounds, emergency wound dressing, the need to make sure any hole put in the torso area is covered with a seal cause air is not the torso's friend when you have a hole in it. Honestly interesting stuff. I would do a more Indepth class if they had it. I feel like emergency first aid should be taught in general schools as a sort of part of home ec. Cooking, Money Management, Medical First Aid. Just as a valuable general life skill.

-Closing words, a drawing for gift cards that I didn't enter cause they all seemed kinda crummy gift cards. I leave. I go home. I pass out in my bed for nearly 5 solid hours because I'm so exhausted.

Tl;dr: Know your corners, air is not the torso wound's friend-learn to choke a bitch.

This all also made me want to fucking take up judo? Or one of those sports where you learn to flip someone regardless of size based on leverage and center of gravity.

#TSB talks #sensitive topics #sensitive topic #tw shooting mention #shooter mention #shooting mention

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joy-drops · 11 months

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this mf long so don't tell me i didn't warn u

been in a rut for over a year

something something autistic burnout

idk the cause or the solution

just trying to survive each day as best i can

easier said than done when everything that brings me joy (ha) is behind a pay wall

that's capitalism baby~

found out fauna is going to the only anime convention i can attend on a reasonable budget.... but im already so broke....

I'd shell out the cash (debt) if it meant guaranteeing a spot at the meet and greet but they might not release info until too late when plane tickets are unaffordable ;_;

i wanna look forward to something because sustaining my sanity on retail therapy and getting high definitely is losing its effectiveness

brain always returns to the loneliness. i know its crippling but how much of my struggle is from that and how much is from my disability... they're both invisible which makes it hard to tell

would having a partner help that much? my gut tells me yes since ill have motivation to live if i have someone to share existence with but that feels like putting all my eggs in one basket and setting myself up for an unhealthy relationship

i like to think i won't fall down that path of toxic codependency like i have in the past tho im not crazy confident based on my track record

Which reminds me I've realized how appealing polyamory sounds to me but I'm terrible in groups I feel like I'd be overwhelmed with more than 3 (including myself) tho who knows what can happen

REGARDLESS i guess i gotta talk to people and make friends since i am incapable of socializing with the intention of dating (trust issues yippee)

i wish i had a crush at the very least. i bring this up often but i fucking miss the feeling of legitimate interest and attraction towards someone

How do I meet someone, become comfortable enough with them, and ultimately find a partnership that satisfies my insane desires???? maybe I'm putting the cart before the horse? Tackling too much at once? Something like that...

Imma be real the only reason I'm active on here is another mechanism to cope with this loneliness (akin to listening to asmr for instant happy brain juice + with the added benefit of "putting myself out there")

My strange fantasy that I'll meet people on here like I did years ago and magically hit it off

AAAAAAUGGHHHHH how did I do it back then it seemed so easy what happened to my social skills (trauma, probably)

How is it I work 2 days a week and am still drained constantly? when will I be free from sleepy bitch syndrome? it's like I've been running on fumes for the past year WHEN WILL I HAVE THE WILL TO LIVE AGAIN

i miss having someone to talk to frequently about everything

i have my besties but unfortunately knowing there's no sexual or romantic attraction there makes it hard for me to get past these barriers?? Is that weird? I wanna be able to be intimate with someone and close but for me that's intrinsically tied to sex and romance. I'm overflowing with platonic friendships to the point where I had to cut off a bunch and leave many people I care about hanging because I simply have no energy to exist anymore

I've been doing my best each day but it only gets harder

The only thing I have energy for is getting high and living inside the fantasies my brain can muster as a means to cope with how lonely I am

I dream of being hugged, of someone touching me, of being accepted for all my flaws and reassured that my existence isn't shameful. I live for the day these might become reality

Since as long far back as highschool I've yearned for intimacy

Physical intimacy specifically since the most I've done is hold hands and lil cute things like that I CRAVE SKINSHIP UNLIKE ANYTHING ELSE

Anyway if anybody made it this far hi feel free to confess ur undying love 2 me

#LONG vent #my bs #weh

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blue-nardo · 1 year

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"Stitched Apology."

OOC: Welcome back to another episode of OP is writing a fanfic! I was supposed to do one of these before, of Leo and Miyamoto meeting peacefully, buuuuut work takes priority, so I'm sorry to make you guys wait so long for a second update!

Content warnings include implied sexual activities - though done so without the intention of sexualizing the characters - as well as descriptions of injuries and stitches. And heartfelt conversation. I guess. Enjoy!

Leo has a difficult relationship with silence. On the one hand, if he's in a room with other people, it's suffocating and stifling, and it puts him on edge. The same when he's on a mission, looking for something or someone, but having no sound to focus on? It just doesn't sit right with him, and it works his anxiety to levels unlike anything else.

Right now he's stuck between wanting to stay safe in the quiet, or engaging with the last person on earth he wants to talk to right now; Yuichi.

His arm stings. Like, it really stings - during the fight he hadn't thought much about the size of the cuts or the fact that they were too deep, too strung out on adrenaline and the focus that's started to settle in his mind when he and his brothers are in a fight. Coming back to wash the Kraang goop off of him had revealed how bad the gashes were - not closing on their own and flowing fresh blood.

They weren't spurting or gushing, so he was fine on the severed artery front. That being said, they still needed to be stitched, and he knew better than to let his brothers help. Casey or April would have been good options, if they weren't also busy helping Donnie with Sister Kraang. Dad wasn't even an option, because frankly he didn't know anything medically outside of CPR and basic first aid. And Cassandra? No way did he trust her with something like this.

Leo had been totally fine - eh, more or less - with stitching his arm up on his own, but then Miyamoto and Yuichi had walked in on him, and while the horror in their faces had been funny at first, Leo had quickly realized they were far too eager to help.

Miyamoto had left them both to get better bandages, to prevent an infection - oh god what would an infection mean with a wound like this? Would he lose his arm? Had they really not prevented the future at all?? - and to keep the wound closed. Yuichi had stayed behind to do the stitching, and loathe as Leo was to admit it, the rabbit knew what he was doing.

That was not the first time he'd thought that about Yuichi's hands.

So there he sat, suffering as he silently looked away from where Yuichi was sewing his rough skin back together. It hurt like a bitch, but it had to be done since Leo didn't exactly have a numbing agent in the medbay. Talking would normally be his go to here, to distract himself, but talking to Yuichi? After last night? He'd rather face the Kraang again.

"... Can I talk to you about last night?"

Guck.

Leo inhales slow and measured, trying not to flinch at the question. Yuichi is asking to talk to him about the thing he specifically hadn't wanted to talk about. Easy peasy. He could do that.

"What about it?" he tries to deflect. "The concert was loud. You and your bro didn't like it, so you left early."

He's not looking at Yuichi, but he can feel the expression on his face. It's a feeling he's not unfamiliar with when it comes to stuff like this, but he's really hoping that for once someone takes the bait.

His hopes are in vain. "I'm sorry, if I lead you on, okay? I… knew what you thought about me, and I used it against you… and that was wrong and cruel of me. And I'm sorry."

Leo doesn't think he could speak now even if he wanted to. His hands are clenched into fists and his jaw is set firm. The cuts on his arm hurt and Yuichi's hands are strong and steady and he is not ready -

Yuichi tugs on his arm again, pulling the needle through skin and Leo hisses in pain. "I know your brother and sister know. Donatello and Venus? She uh, made it pretty clear how mad they both were, by the way."

Leo had seen the black eye Venus had served when Yuichi came in. Donnie had already told Venus about him and Yuichi when he'd walked in on them, so Leo had figured telling her what happened at the end of the night was fine, since he didn't want her to ask him why he was avoiding the rabbit. He hadn't really been accounting for her to take it into her own hands to serve Yuichi justice but it had been a kind of pleasant surprise to see that she cared…

"Sorry about that," he flinches as the thread pulls against his tender skin. "I didn't think she was gonna punch you…"

Yuichi pulls the first gash closed, and starts on the next one. "Don't be. I kind of deserved it…"

Leo bites back a sound when the needle pierces his skin again. So much was just happening to him right now that he still wasn't really processing it. He'd been awake last night for sure, having fun and getting off of the thrill of whatever Yuichi wanted to do with him. The Samurai was very easy on the eyes, and definitely knew how to weaponize that.

Leo hadn't even liked him that much to begin with… So why did he feel so used?

"Maybe you did," he huffs. He's been holding the high road for too long, he decides. He deserves to be angry and petty. "You went too far��"

The needle falters, and Leo hisses as he realizes Yuichi missed his mark. He sees the rabbit's ears droop a little, but doesn't comment on it.

"I did. I'm sorry."

Okay, maybe Leo wasn't totally done traveling the high road. He moves his arm a bit to help Yuichi better stitch the skin together, closing his eyes.

"But… You could have gone farther," he says hesitantly. "And you didn't… Because I asked you to…"

"To deny you that would be dishonorable."

Leo gives him a look at that. The sewing falters. "And what you did wasn't?"

He watches Yuichi's eyes shift to look at him - the ruby red color landing somewhere on his neck, and Leo suddenly realizes his concealer washed off when he took his shower. Shoot.

"... It was." Yuichi goes back to sewing the wound shut, and Leo can't remember when he's seen the guy in a mood that wasn't ranting about Yokai, being murderous, or straight up goofy. It's weird, and unsettling, and Leo wants nothing more than to hide in his shell and never come back out.

"And I… Know I should make it up to you. Somehow."

The gash closes, and Yuichi knots it up carefully, before cutting the thread. Leo hesitates, before flexing his arm to test the stitches. Not perfect, he decides, but they'll do.

"Okay," he says, meeting Yuichi's eyes for the first time since last night. Those same torturous red eyes that had him completely at their mercy the night before. Yuichi looks confused, but hopeful.

"Okay?"

Leo nods, before shrugging. "I mean, apology not completely accepted right now. I'm still really upset but… if you want to try to make up for it, then I'll let you try."

Yuichi smiles at that, and Leo hates how there's butterflies in his chest when he does. Come on, stupid feelings, don't do this to him now…

"Then I will do whatever it takes to be worthy of your forgiveness, Hamato."

Yuichi bows his head at that, and Leo bites back a snort. It's a silly gesture to him, but he knows to Yuichi that it's a very serious interaction, so he plays along.

"Whatever you say. Just don't kiss me again when I tell you ninja are better than Samurai."

Those eyes turn angry again, and Leo relaxes as he sees Yuichi getting worked up. Familiar territory at last.

"I wouldn't have to find a way to shut you up if you would just stop telling lies," Yuichi hisses, and Leo can't help the laugh he lets out.

"Whatever you say, Bunny Butt."

"Oh you are so-"

"Yuichi, what are you doing?"

Miyamoto returns with the bandages, and Leo's smile becomes more genuine as he enters the room. There's a certain grace and gentleness to the way Miyamoto moves in a room, setting the bandages down and standing protectively near him. If Leo hadn't already been informed that the brothers were raised by a Lion, their stances alone would have given him the suspicion.

Yuichi stutters and stumbles over his words, before pointing an accusatory finger at Leo. "He started it! He's - "

"Stitched up and ready for bandages? Good. Your work is incredible as always, little brother. Why don't you go practice your meditation? Karasu-Tengu would be disappointed in your lack of progress."

It's hard for Leo to describe the way Miyamoto talks, but it immediately puts him at ease as he shoots Yuichi a shit eating grin. The hand that Miyamoto rests on his shoulder has the same effect as he leans into the touch, sticking his tongue out.

Yuichi looks pissed, and Leo briefly thinks back to a similar sight from the night before that gives him a slight shudder before the younger rabbit stomps out of the room, grumbling under his breath. Leo sees Miyamoto roll his eyes fondly, before giving his warm brown eyes and their attention back to Leo himself.

"He didn't hassle you too much, did he? I know you two don't exactly get along."

Truth be told if Miyamoto hadn't stepped in when he had, Leo's pretty sure he and Yuichi would have started getting along just fine…

"Nah, he's fine. I was just, uh, well kinda riling him up," Leo chuckles, scratching at the back of his neck. "Not a big deal, really. Thanks."

Miyamoto's smile is kind as he nods his head, before looking over the stitches on Leo's arm. Once he gives the approval, he begins to wrap them, gentle and unpracticed, and Leo has to remind him to tighten them just a bit. As it turns out, medicine is more of Gen's forte than anyone else, even if he tends to exaggerate it.

"And these are from the fight as well?" Leo isn't sure what Miyamoto is talking about until he feels gently fuzzy fingers pressing lightly into a bruise on his neck, and his face starts to go a light shade of red.

"Y-yeah, from the fight… got uh, pushed around real rough by a member of the Foot," Leo chuckles, nerves spiking as Miyamoto's hand lightly goes over his bruises. "They're fine, no big deal."

Miyamoto looks like he doesn't believe him, but nods his head, and steps back with perfect posture. "Well then it is my pleasure to announce that you're going to live, Leonardo," he hums. Plenty of hydration and medication, and I'm sure you'll be back in shape in no time."

"Why hydrate when I'm already a tall drink of water?" Leo clicks his tongue and shoots finger guns at Miyamoto, earning a raised brow in return. "But thanks man, I appreciate it."

They exchange a little more conversation before eventually Miyamoto gets the hint that Leo wants to be alone, and parts with him to search for Yuichi again. Leo watches him go with a smile, but the expression fades once he's left alone again, and he flops back against the cot.

Silence isn't so bad when it's just him, but today it is. This time, it isn't just him… It's him, his thoughts of Yuichi, but more importantly, the look on Casey's face when the Kraang had tried to latch onto his arm…

Had they really stopped the future?

#ttatc #ask rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #ask leo #leo rottmnt #rise leo #plot #leoichi #leosagi #katanashipping #tw injury #tw injury mention #tw stitches #tw blood mention

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the-distance-doesnt-define-us · 4 months

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I moved in with him for a year and he cheats on me while we're engaged and actively planning a wedding. 😣

And his excuse is because he was "bored and horny at work." 😠🙄

Granted, I cheated on him while we were long distance in the beginning of our relationship but we didn't really know each other then, we had started this relationship off on sex and now it's breaking apart for the same reason.

I can't.... I don't understand.

I asked him if he was trying to get out of the wedding, I asked him if he was trying to even the score with me, I asked him if he did this before I moved in/before we were engaged, he said no, not until Wednesday when she hit him up.

I knew it was happening. I sat on it for four days because I was fuming and pissed and I wanted more evidence in case he decided to lie to me and in all honesty, I wanted to see how long it would go on for. My car's been out of commission so I originally wanted to wait until my car was fixed and I could get the fuck out of here and go to a hotel for a couple days to sort out my feelings, figure out my next step. He didn't even seem sorry or apologetic when I asked him. He knew I knew and didn't care. He admitted it.

Me: "I need to ask you something."

Him: "Okay. What's wrong?"

Me: "You tell me. And don't you fucking lie to me because I already know."

Him: "You found out about Bailey."

What I should have said in hindsight: "No... Who's Bailey?"

What I actually said: "Yeah. I know about Bailey."

He admitted everything, how it was just pictures, her husband was beating her and she reached out to him, they started talking but "apparently" it wasn't anything sexual until Wednesday.

We've been together for seven years, but only really together for four. I didn't know him when I cheated on him. I didn't know what he was like because we had never met in person before. Not that that excuses it, I know I fucked up by doing that but I was young and naive and sheltered.

We had only met in 2020 and then started visiting each other and actively working on our relationship for the past four years. I worked on myself for four years, never contacted the guy again, and just started getting myself on the right track - got a job, got my license, quit school, worked for a company for three years, quit that company, got two freelance jobs for a year, got an actual job and started saving money and making steps to move to be with him in 2022. I never cheated on him again. I packed up and moved a thousand miles away from everything and everyone I've ever known to be with this man, we were living together for only a couple weeks and he proposed, I said yes. Told him I wanted a long engagement, so I could figure out if I liked it here, if this was what I really wanted, if he was who I really wanted. He said okay, we've been engaged for a year, and then when I'm actively planning this wedding - making save the dates because we've figured out where we want it, when we want it, etc. - I snooped on his Facebook and found out he was sending pictures to this girl while he was at work.

I wanted to know if he had told any of his friends about the wedding, he sent me a screenshot of his conversation with one of his friends about my colors and I just wanted to see what they were talking about. I know it was wrong but I just had a feeling... I needed to check.

And there it was. I took pictures on my phone and sat on it for days because I wanted to know. Confronted him about it, after he admitted it, he got down on his knees while I was getting my shoes on and hugged me/begged me not to go. He asked if it was sabotage or if I found out on my own, like if the bitch had sent them to me it would have made a difference? I told him I wish she had, so I could have told her you can have him, but no, I found out on my own.

We were watching tangled the day before I confronted him about it and I was crying while we were watching it together. I couldn't eat, I still can't. He figured out I knew when I didn't eat my pizza. I told him I was feeling sick, that the pizza was making me feel sick. He caught on and apparently ended it then. Told her "hey, I can't do this. My fiancee is in my arms right now and I can't do anything to jeopardize that." I confronted him about it the next day, leave to go calm myself down, and then I came back and asked to see the messages again and he goes "I deleted them when you walked out the door." ... That seems suspicious, right?

I get back home after we're talking things out and he goes "I had to tell Mom about it because I was gonna kill myself while you were gone." Manipulative, gaslighting motherfucker. You were gonna kill yourself and then have me come home and see you lying on the floor after two hours of being gone? I called him out on it, told him uh that's on you, that's not on me. You need therapy. You need to work out your own shit because that's not good. He goes I do with my friends. Bitch, that's not working through it.

My eating disorder is going haywire with this information, but do I bring that up when we're fighting or "talking through it"? No, I don't. He's been sleeping on the couch for the past two nights because the way I see it, I moved, I sacrificed everything and everyone I love to be with him, to try and make this work, I know no one here but him and his mom and his friends, and I get the bed because I didn't do anything wrong. It's isolating and terrifying and I took a huge leap of faith to even do that. Yes, I didn't go about it in the right way, but I thought if it works out, it'll be good for me. If it doesn't, I can move back.

But now... With my car on the Fritz, I can't decide anything until my car is working again. We're planning on going to therapy this coming week, to see if we can work things out, so that's the plan as of right now.

I just don't understand how you can come home and lie to your fiancèe's face when she's showing you wedding plans. Save the dates! That I designed while he was getting his dick hard and sending pictures in the company bathroom!

#the distance doesn't define us #thedistancedoesntdefineus #closed the distance #ldr #long distance relationship #long distance #ldr blog

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negative-speedforce · 9 months

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The Intervention, or, "How to stop being a useless lesbian in 5 easy steps"

Inspired loosely by this post by @vexic929. Starring Vexic's OCs Eoland and Berrie Thawne, and my OC, Siv Thawne.

"I think you know why we've invited you here."

Eoland frowned. Her doppelgangers' brats had dragged her to an empty university lecture hall, where a projector showed the first slide of a powerpoint, which had a picture of an animated man with a massive head and blue skin, reading "No Bitches?" on it, and text framing the image- "How to stop being a useless lesbian in 5 easy steps".

"It was high time someone staged an intervention for you." The older of the brats said, not once looking up from her phone. "You're a little too far off the deep end. And that's coming from me."

"They're right, you know." The younger brat, a child with shoulder length auburn hair and bright, wide eyes that just reeked of childhood innocence, finished hooking up the laptop to the projector.

"You need help, m'dude, or else you're going to be bitch-less for the rest of your life." The older brat poked Eoland in the chest. "Do you want to have No Bitches-itis for the rest of your life?"

"I don't need 'bitches'. I have an archnemesis." Eoland replied. "Now get your hands off me before I remove them for you, insufferable brat."

"Excuse me?" The older brat snorted. "What did you just call me? I only respond to 'Siv', 'Sivonne', or 'Hot Shit'."

"I'm not calling you 'Hot Shit'." Eoland glared down at Siv, who just looked up at her with an eyebrow raised, unamused.

"Also, if you so much as lay a finger on me, you're going to find out why you don't mess with the 5'2 lesbian with daddy issues that flow like the mighty Mississippi."

"Chihuahua energy." The younger brat, Berrie, added. "Welcome to your intervention- How to stop being a useless lesbian in 5 easy steps. Step one- acknowledge you're a lesbian."

"We're using 'lesbian' as an umbrella term here because we couldn't figure out how to make "Acknowledge that you are a sapphic" as catchy." Siv shrugged. "So just replace that with 'bi', 'pan', 'ace', et cetera, as you see fit."

"With this step, you acknowledge your attraction, and you acknowledge that it's the driving force behind your 'useless lesbian' activities, such as bursting into tears or stuttering at the sight of a pretty girl, forgetting how to 'people' when a girl looks at you, or, in your case, getting obsessed with a girl to the point that you don't have a life outside of her." Berrie read off the slide.

"I'm... not a lesbian." Eoland said.

"Bitch, please." Siv snorted. "There's one thing every variant of you has in common- you're gayer than a box of Froot Loops."

"Having an archnemesis is pretty gay." Berrie added. "I mean, the sexual tension..."

"How do you even know that phrase? You're like, eight." Siv crossed her arms.

"I'm fifteen, or did you forget how to count?" Berrie replied.

Eoland took the brief moment of bickering between the two teens as an excuse to escape. She had made it to the door, when she discovered that it was locked, and when she attempted to phase through it, a spray of glitter hit her in the face.

"To be fair, that was his idea." Siv pointed at Berrie. "Just... admit that you're gay for Barbara and we can continue with this, and you can go back to whatever dark cave you call home."

Eoland frowned. "Fine. If that's what you brats want to believe, then sure."

Berrie continued with the presentation, reading off the next slide. "Step two: Talk to girls. This step can be the hardest, since one is usually far too flustered to actually get the words out. Also, you can really build your relationship with the object of your affection, and maybe in time, your feelings will be mutual."

Eoland rolled her eyes. What her and Barbara had was more than love, though her nemesis didn't know it yet. These children had no idea what they were talking about.

"Step three: Be normal." Berrie emphasized the word 'normal'. "Girls won't want to talk to someone who they think is a weirdo, so try to be as normal as possible. There's nothing wrong with being quirky, but try to stay out of 'creep-o pervert' territory."

"This one's really important for you." Siv said. "Since, you know, you don't have a chill bone in your body."

"That's rich, coming from you." Berrie said.

"Jesus Fucking Christ-"

"As the older sibling-"

"Oh, dear god can you please shut up about that? You're not even allowed out after 11pm by yourself yet."

This was going to be a long night.

#other people's ocs

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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If you’re not comfy answering this, I totally get it. :)

Where did you do your research for control, the crucible, and other works that mention bdsm or dom/sub relationships? You’re so respectful of it and write it in such a healthy way. I’m working on a piece that mentions bdsm in it and I want to make sure I’m being ethical and respectful as well. Do you have any tips, resources, or advice?

Thank you! :) can’t wait to read Control!!!

Aaaaaahh! I love this question, anon! So, a lot of my "research" came from reading other fics and from a little place I like to call 'Penny's whore brain.' That bitch has got a lot of fantasies stored in there.

That being said, one thing that I really did research a lot for Control specifically was TPE (total power exchange) and how to do it both responsibly and sexily. How to have check-ins, how to make sure communication is constant, and that the power dynamic is comforting for both parties and not manipulative or unhealthy.

I love looking at the non-sexual aspects of BDSM and have a specific memory of looking up nonsexual, platonic dom/sub activities. Like what does their dynamic look like when they AREN'T in the bedroom? What brings them both comfort and allows them to sink into their roles when they're just hanging out? For that, I did go to the internet to see what some kink websites had for ideas. For me, I love a good "being washed in the shower/bath scene" because OOF. 🥵

Another thing I like to keep in mind (and this especially goes for The Crucible where I just depicted random people at a kink club) is that people who are into BDSM are normal ass people with jobs and hobbies and quirks, and I always try to stay true to the fact that THIS. IS. FUN. Like, people do this to have fun and feel good. You can laugh in BDSM scenes. You can talk about hobbies and stuff while on your knees, etc. I love to write kink as just one facet of people's lives that brings them enjoyment and pleasure.

Honestly writing all of this kink has given me a LOT of insight into my own mind, what I like, etc. It's helped me explore a lot of my own psyche. I'm not in a formal d/s relationship but since I've become "that BDSM writer" (which, I never saw THAT coming), I've been able to incorporate stuff that I like into my own life and that has been really rewarding 🙂

Thanks for liking Control! I'm very pleased with how progress is going right now and hope to have it out in the next several months.

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silverhallow · 2 years

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Hi! I'm glad you're open to constructive criticism; not a lot of other authors are. Anyway, I read Desire because I was interested to see Katophie and what the previous anon was talking about.

Re. when you said "Though I do have to point out I don’t think I inferred race or skin colour for either girl but I could be wrong.":

I don't think your sexual content is the problem. But sometimes the description used to describe a WOC or any POC in literature can have different/odd inflections because as a white person you don’t entirely understand the implications of what you’re writing. That’s the privilege afforded to you. But to other POC readers it comes across more obvious because we’re used to that in literature and real life. First, most of the fandom sees Kate Sharma as a WOC, specifically a woman of Indian descent, so we do view fic through the lens of race, consciouslt or unconscious. I think where a POC reader might have felt differently than you is when you essentially compared Sophie (a white woman) and Kate's (an Indian woman) attractiveness and outrightly had Sophie think that Kate was behaving the way she was because she didn't get as much male attention as Sophie did.

This is not a matter of sexual equality (power exchange exists; so do degradation kinks) but moreso how you treat them outside the sexual situations. It's not equality I think the anon wants, but a certain level of respect afforded to the white character that the POC characters weren't given (ex: Sophie casually demeaning Kate for not being as attractive to men has very racial overtones, as does the choice to make genevieve delacroix a "bitch").

Like, I don't think dubcon is the issue either (although if you're using terms like "dominant" and "submissive" I'd hope there would be no dubcon because this is all pre-negotiated, as would the degradation (ex: calling someone a slut during sexual activity)). It's a matter of basic respect and kindness being given to women of color in fics,

Hey Triv.

Thank you for this. Really.

I feel as a writer you have to be open to constructive criticism in order to improve and adapt.

Ive changed my writing in the past when I’ve had some things pointed out to me that could perhaps be taken the wrong way and I’ve learned.

I also see Kate as an Indian woman and it was never my intention for it to come across in a way that was meant to be offensive or degrading.

I can see how it could come across like this when it’s been explained to me in this way. It was never ever meant to offend and I am as soon as I get access to a computer taking the story down and I might look to re write it and take inconsideration the points that have been made.

I am a white woman and I am trying and its been done unconsciously as I put SO much research into my work usually to make sure I get things right! I spent three weeks researching for Kate’s wedding in All’s Fair and other things as I want to get to get it right!

But thank you for explaining this better to me and I will do better and the fic will come down because I can’t bear the thought of being being offended by it.

If it gets reposted is a different matter but thank you for messaging and educating me 🧡

#ask ash

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oliverandrews · 2 years

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Chapter 2

I woke up, slightly hazy like something happened in my sleep and I didn't know what.

I got off my bed and my bedroom was the exact same. I opened my phone and I was late like crazy lately. I ran around my bedroom still in my thong and got the first pair of short and white tank tops. I took my backpack and opened my door. My bedroom was facing my brother's so I fell directly on the vision of my brother's hands on the ground ass in the air.

"WHAT THE FUCK", he raised his gaze and said nothing he just licked his lips. "I'm late, I'm late," I thought. As my hand touched the doorknob, I heard "DadDYYY, FUCK! YEaaaaAh"

*Slap*Slap*Slap*

Denial mode activated. I ran out and entered my car. I started to drive and at some red light, I looked at my shorts. I didn't realize but they seemed really short u could see my thong when my legs were opened. The light turned green and my attention went to the road. I parked my car and entered my uni building I had 10 minutes before the class started. I guess I really drove fast.

I found my way through the shapeless crowd went to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. IT. WAS. AWFUL. Did the shorts shrink again? The thing was so tight and small it was like I was wearing a short boxer, and it was so low on my hips u could see my v line, the top of the thong. I turned... YOU COULD SEE THE STRING. I am fucked. Plus my tank top turned out to be some kind of crop top. why did no one say a thing?

*Slurp*

"Go faster bitch we're gonna be late," someone said behind a stall, I looked under the door there was someone sitting and another on his knees

*Slurp*Slurp*Slurp*

"That's it whore swallow that"

I stared at the door for some seconds and a guy came out of the stall. I knew him, it was Andreas, he was a pure nerd, but here he was hot as fuck. He was wearing a full black outfit composed of a skin-tight long-sleeved shirt and a black brief and the bulge was HUGE and swung at every step. He got closer to me and slapped my ass.

"WHA-" I interjected.

"Hi babe, you know it's been a long time since I've eaten your ass, are you free tomorrow night?"

As he said that he took my hips in his hands and rubbed his bulge against my butt "Love your thong you know what tomorrow at 4pm I'm taking u shopping". he followed, he kissed my neck and left. The stall door opened again and one of my bro from the baseball team came out wearing only a white jockstrap and the team bomber jacket.

he had cum all over his face and just left the room.

"Okay I missed something here," I thought

It was time for me to go to my class and I started to pay attention to the people I encountered. First, there were only men. Then, they were all dressed in revealing outfits. While heading to my class I felt many hands on me, my butt or my chest. I wasn't feeling uncomfortable actually. In the end, I was the one looking for the touch, I was sticking my ass a little and bombing my chest.

I arrived in the classroom and sat at the place I usually sat. The teacher arrived wearing only a red boxer, the man was ripe. He started the biology class as you could expect it revolved around sex, and the male reproductive system, for the first 30 minutes it was real biology, the only sexual thing where the cock pic that was projected on the whiteboard.

"Now let's watch it in action" he continued, he searched on his laptop and a video started. It was gay porn. I looked around and people were taking their cocks out and masturbating. I even saw one guy taking poppers.

The classroom was getting hotter and my dick harder, the shorts I was wearing became really uncomfortable so I took them off. The guy I saw in the toilets, the jock left his sit, naked and approached the teacher's desk and got on his knees. he had to get on all four and from the movement he made his face being facefucked. My cock was now fully hard and the thong pouch wasn't against my pelvis anymore, it covered my head but the base of my cock and my balls were showing.

The jock ass was open and I could see the pink pussy between the two fat cheeks. I didn't fight my urge and quit my sit, walked through the moaning guys, and Lowered my pelvis. I took my cock out of the thong and I just rubbed my length into his ass crack. my uncut head was so juicy that rapidly his ass was lubed up. I rubbed a little more my head against his pussy and I pushed in.

"AHMMmMMnGH" he moaned

for a few minutes, I push my cock head in and out.

*Plop*Plop*Plop*

it made funny sounds I had to admit. but finally, I slowly pushed my whole cock in. It is so hot seeing his ring opening around me and the whimper he made. His inside was hot but not tight. That man was often getting fucked. I roughly fucked him for like ten minutes when I felt someone's hands pushing on my back.

I ended up laying on the jock's back my ass above his ass but my cock was still in him. some hands went playing with my buttcheeks and the guy behind kissed my taint. I slowly fucked the jock again while the guy behing was sucking on my balls.

Then he started eating my ass and that was it. The jock hole tightens and I cummed. When I took my cock out the guy behind deepthroated my sensitive cock.

"ANNnnHG" I moaned like a girl I admit.

He cleaned it well. I raised myself from the jock and as expected the guy rimmed him the thing I did not expect was the huge puddle of cum on the ground. He had cummed several times. I knew my cock was good but that much lmao.

The bell rang and I took my things, put my now soft cock back in my thong, and got out without bothering to put the shorts back on.

On my way to my second and last class of the day (I had a light schedule thanks to my sports major), I started to think.

"Ok so now everyone is hot, I'm definitely not straight and every one is a guy and a slut" I laughed "Man I don't ant to wake up from this"

Hi again, same thing, I hope help u cum and if not at least making u hard is my goal. Don't hesitate to contact me, have a little discussion (I'm a french college student so every english practice is good for me). Here r my socials. if y'all want I can make an instagram too.

[email protected]

@Oli_AndrewsgayD

P.S hate comment will be deleted u r on a website called gaydemon if u r shocked it's ur fault dont come for me.

Tons of love,

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piripaprika · 1 year

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nsfw questions meme

seems appropriate given my genre of writing, i'll answer some

1. How many people have you had sex with?

Including giving/receiving oral, 8. If phone sex counts, 9.

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

Yes.

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

I loathe your use of the word 'sexytimes' with every fiber of my being, but I suppose that if you mean the first time I had sex, I was like 14. It wasn't great. His cum tasted awful and I spit it out on the grass. Oral sex counts as what you've terribly referred to as 'sexytimes'.

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

A couple of months ago I was with this incredible person that somehow knew exactly what made me tick. They actually went through and read my fanfics bc I told them about them before we fucked. They said they would take them as inspiration for how to do me and I was floored. Anyways, they seemed to get a real kick out of giving oral; every time they finished eating my cunt out they'd come up and kiss me. As time went on I could actually taste myself in their mouth and it was insane. That was definitely my best sex to date. I hope they're doing okay ;(

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

It was actually a nice experience back during my junior year of highschool, but then my mom came home COMPLETELY unprecedented. One thing led to another, I got into a fight with her, and she called the cops on me. Needless to say that the guy I was dating at the time and I didn't have sex again.

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

I gave another guy I was dating a blowjob at the edge of a riverbank in the grass.

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

Surprisingly enough, I haven't msturbated in any weird places. I was so horny a couple of weeks ago, literally like a bitch in heat, that I was a couple of bad decisions away from flicking the bean in a bathroom but I didn't go through with it.

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

Yes, on more than one occasion. I also came close to being caught a shit ton of times. Needless to say--- I don't have a thing for voyeurs.

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

I was, like, eleven? I didn't really know what I was doing and I was mortified about peeing myself for years because I didn't know that is how some women squirt. I tried using inanimate objects and never got a kick out of it.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

I came close to being caught a couple of times, but I've never been caught ass naked or in the act.

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?

very picky. I don't fuck ugly bitches.

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?

More than one, yes.

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?

Yes.

14. How and when did you realise you weren’t straight?

I sort of always knew, but two moments that stick out to me like a sore thumb in my mind were when I watched Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' music video on release date like 10 times in a row and when I just played Shakira's 'Can't Remember to Forget You' music video endlessly. No straight girl does that shit. I came to terms with it properly during summer of 2018 though.

15. Are you out to everyone you know?

No? I don't think people need to know my sexuality. It doesn't matter.

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?

Fuck if I know. I haven't gone out of my way to look for other 'queer folks' to date. It's just sort of happened. I'm not interested in actively seeking out a partner rn anyways bc I'm on my simp shit for someone that caught my eye months ago.

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?

Oh, it was horrible at first. Now my mom doesn't really acknowledge it and my dad has his weird ways of being supportive. I haven't been kicked out of the house or anything though.

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?

Uh, of course they do. There were no surprises there.

19. Describe your first queer kiss.

Rain was pattering outside of my bedroom and I was laying in his arms, shivering because of how nervous I felt. It took me a really long time to muster up the courage to kiss him. At some point he sat up and I crawled into his lap, half-straddling him, and I kissed around his neck, then his ear, then finally his lips. I remember being so happy that day that I could throw up.

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

I don't know what the fuck that means.

21. Are you happy with your body?

Incredibly so.

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?

Honestly, there are a lot of things I like about the way I look. I honestly won the genetic lottery. I have zero complaints.

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?

Trim down my pubes, shave everywhere else. I think outgrown hair is disgusting on me and if people have body odor because of their unkept hair then I won't go withthin ten feet of them.

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?

I have stretch marks on my hips, insides of my thighs, and my ass.

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

My chest is covered in beauty marks, and I have a couple surrounding the areolas. The areolas themselves are just red and brown. I really don't know what you want me to tell you.

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?

'outie', the fuck?

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?

Not from my cunt, no. My breathing does get very labored though and I'm very sensitive to the tough.

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

I have a giant monster cock. It's just swinging around and the tip rubs against my right knee. My balls hang to the floor. Heavy is the burden of the blessed.

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

I don't have a dick but given the record of my past partners being oral enthusiasts, I have tasted my own cum. I like it, although it isn't something I'd go out of my way to buy or anything. It's pretty neutral and tart and I like the way it tastes when it mingles with someone's spit.

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?

They're pretty even but I'm fairly certain my right one is smaller.

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

I don't really have anything too outlandish or incriminating, I think.

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

Real situations that could happen, honestly.

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

Back when I was in high-school, I fantasized about my professor ;( I was fighting some demons back then ngl

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

I don't fantasize absent-mindedly. Normally it's triggered by a thought process or something in my surroundings.

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

No, not always.

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

Not necessarily.

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

Nope.

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

None. Celebrity implies a real person, and honestly I don't really fantasize about fictional crushes too frequently.

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

Yeah, absolutely. I feel bad when I fantasize about my crush.

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

What terrible fucking phrasing. no.

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

I think it can be done well and enjoyed.

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

I dunno, I have a bunch of things that are embarassing. I have a huge thing for nice hands. I also really enjoy the idea of being with someone significantly taller than me (that I wouldn't be able to bench-press). I also like the idea of being able to make that partner cry, or whine, or feel a bit overwhelmed.

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

Probably giving pain with bites, scratches, hair-pulling, and slapping if I get irritated. Don't get me wrong--- I absolutely love having all of those things done to me. I just also relish a lot in seeing the wake of my actions.

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

Both. I tend to sync up to a partner pretty well, though.

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

I haven't tried bondage yet ;( but I do have some really nice black ribbon lying around somewhere in my apartment. I hope to be able to put it to good use with some shibari or something soon.

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

Nope. I don't fuck with that shit.

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

Tears, spit, and cum. Blood isn't too terrible imo.

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

Nope.

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

Nothing really comes to mind.

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

Nothing. The vibrator I have was actually gifted to me.

#piripaprika speaks

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