#she's sure got you freaks pegged

[hellfirexhoe]

Camping | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Prompt from the lovely @wallpapertown  ( i did run with it a little but i hope you still enjoy! )

summary: the group goes camping together, but forgetful minds mean close quarters for Eddie and the reader.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smutty smutty smut, buddies sharing a tent, skimpy clothes, slightly pervy!eddie, groping, fingering, p in v unprotected (who brings condoms to a friendly camping trip), once again jonathan does not exist in my writing, your friends definitely know whats going on in the tent. one use of y/n, pegging joke, pet names.

word count 3.1k words

You’d known about the plans for a camping trip for a few weeks, but in classic you fashion, you’d left all your preparation until the last minute, frantically throwing clothing and snacks into your truck. Certain you were packed, you lifted your cooler from your kitchen with ease,

“Shit shit shit, I need ice!” You ran to the freezer and saw the ice trays empty, meaning you’d have to grab ice from a nearby store. You were so focused on grabbing the ice that you failed to notice your tent was still on the kitchen table as you left the house.

In fact, your forgetfulness didn’t dawn on you until about 2 hours later, when you found the spot Robin had suggested. Steve is the first to notice you pulling up and points out the lack of tent in your truck bed,

“I was so focused on grabbing ice for the cooler that I totally forgot my tent.”

“Jesus, we’re not doing well today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Robin forgot her tent too, she was so fixated on marshmallows for s’mores that she blanked on it. Her and Nancy are sharing. Casa’s Harrington and Munson are looking perfect though.” Steve gestures to the only tents that are standing, Nancy trying to help Robin set up her tent. “Uh, I guess I can sleep with Eddie and you can have my tent to yourself?”

Eddie appears behind you, “What’s that about sleeping with me? I’m flattered Steve but I thought this was a friendly camping trip.”

“No idiot, y/n forgot her tent, so I said I’ll share with you and she can have my tent.”

“Or she can stay in my tent? She stays over at mine plenty?” Steve shrugs and turns back to you,

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You link your arm through Eddie’s, “I think I’ll stick with my sleepover buddy and let you enjoy your tent to yourself.” As you speak you’re interrupted by the sound of canvas ripping and you turn to Robin and Nancy, Robin has forced a tent pole into a part that did not require a pole and has destroyed Nancy’s tent. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose,

“Alright, Robin and Nancy can have my tent. I’ll sleep on the chairs outside.”

Eddie pats him on the back, “You’re a good dude. Alright, come on, you lets get you set up in the freak shack.” Eddie grabs your bag from your truck and leads you over to his tent. You set up your sleeping bag next to his, grateful that he’s got a large enough foam mattress set up so you wont destroy your back on the hard floor.

“Thanks Eds, I hope I’m not ruining any plans you have?”

“Plans? I plan to get high, eat so many s’mores I nearly vomit and then fall asleep to the sounds of nature; mosquitos flying around, sucking Steve dry for sure, bears fuckin’ beside the tent and a babbling brook. Sounds magical.” You both burst out laughing as you step out of the tent,

“Sorry, what was that about sucking me dry?” Steve glances up at you both from where he’s trying to set up a camp fire, this only serves to make you and Eddie laugh more,

“Relax Harrington, I meant the mosquitoes. Our sexual chemistry isn’t coming to a head just yet. I’m more of a slow burn man myself.” It’s already starting to get dark but finally, sparks fly and the campfire is lit, Robin comes running over, hands full of treats, gleefully grinning as her and Nancy start setting up s’mores and passing them around.

~~~

A couple of hours pass and you’ve all got a nice contact high from Eddie and are now getting sleepy. Robin and Nancy go to bed first, with you and Eddie sloping off to his tent shortly after,

“Alright Steve, I don’t want to feel you climbing into my sleeping bag with me at 3am.” Eddie nudges Steve who is pulling blankets over himself and nods at him,

“I can’t promise anything, not if I hear ‘bears fuckin’ beside the tents’.” Eddie pulls his shirt off once you’re both in the tent and starts undoing his jeans, you look away, his habit of undressing in front of you never really seemed to bother you until you had realized, with a certain degree of horror, that you had caught feelings for one of your best friends. Now, you had to look away, afraid he’d catch you ogling and be creeped out.

“Alright, I’m decent now, you prude.” Eddie is in his sleeping bag, leaning on one elbow and watching you intently. “You gonna get ready for bed or what?”

“Turn around pervert. No free shows.” Eddie rolls over, back turned to you as you unzip your bag you silently curse yourself. You’d thrown in clothes not really paying much attention, and since you’d thought you’d be alone you had just grabbed the first pyjama set you found.

Unfortunately this meant you were now faced with the prospect of sleeping in either the jeans and t shirt you’d been in all day, and would definitely guarantee a shitty night’s sleep. Or you could wear the black lacy, almost see through shorts and matching tank top you had grabbed in your haste. You weigh up your options and look over your shoulder, confirming Eddie is still facing away from you.

As long as I stay in my sleeping bag, zipped up tight, he won’t know what I’m wearing. You reason with yourself as you quickly undress and put the skimpy pyjamas on. You wriggle into your sleeping bag and zip yourself in,

Eddie rolls back around unprompted,

“Well hello there, come here often?” You snort,

“Can’t say I do, what I wanna know is how we’ve been friends for so long and I never pegged you for someone who liked camping, or even owned a tent.”

“Well first of all darling, you’ve never pegged me, not even once. And second of all, Wayne and I used to go when I was younger, when my dad went to prison for the first time. Said it’d be good to get me out of the trailer. I forgot how nice it actually is to just be outside, listening to the world, breathing in that camp fire smell.”

Your cheeks feel hot from Eddie’s nickname, and you feel guilty at all the sordid thoughts running through your mind while your friend is opening up to you. Fortunately, Eddie is saved from hearing you make a bad joke by a strange, animal noise from outside. You hear a chair fall and assume Steve has hopped up so quickly he’s knocked his chair over.

“Uhhhh Rob, Nance? Do you guys think I could squeeze in? Pretty sure I just heard a bear.” You hear grumbling and a zipper being undone as Steve joins their tent.

“Shit do you really think he heard a bear, Eddie?” You shuffle closer to him, in an almost wormlike fashion since you’re sealed in your sleeping bag. Eddie chokes back a laugh and wraps an arm around you,

“Well, I’d keep you safe if there was, but between you and me... that was a deer, not a bear.” You snuggle into Eddie’s arm, enjoying the bonus warmth radiating off of him.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

“Well, get in my sleeping bag then, I’ll keep you warm. No funny business though, I’m a honest man.”

“No, its fine, this is fine.” You tap Eddie’s arm that’s around you,

Eddie huffs as he presses a hand to your face, “Nope, you’re freezing, you’re getting your ass in this sleeping bag with me even if I have to unzip you and pull you in myself.”

“Okay, okay. Just... look away for a second?” Eddie places a hand over his eyes and shifts back so there’s room for you in his sleeping bag. You climb in, trying not to let the fabric of your pyjamas touch his skin, you fail miserably at this due to the fact that a single man sleeping bag is not designed for two people.

“Jesus christ, what are you wearing right now?”

“Just some pyjamas...”

“Bull. ‘just some pyjamas’“ Eddie mimics your voice as he turns up the brightness on the lantern and whistles when he is able to see your clothes. “Did you think this camping trip was code for orgy or something?”

“No, I just wasn’t paying attention when I was packing.”

“How come you never wear stuff like this when you sleep over at mine?”

“Well first off, imagine poor Wayne if he bumped into me wearing this while I was just trying to go to the bathroom. And second, its not really appropriate clothing to wear when you’re sleeping in your best friend’s bed.” Eddie wanted to disagree, while he loved you in his over sized shirts and your long pyjama bottoms he couldn’t help but want you in this when you next stayed over. Absentmindedly he starts tracing the patterns in the lace around your hip,

“What are you doing?”

“ ‘s pretty. Do you want me to stop?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, leaning back onto him, feeling his warm chest touch your cold back.

“You’re freezing, silly girl.” Eddie chastises you gently, wrapping his arms around you, you try to wriggle away a little when you feel your butt touch his crotch but he’s having none of it, “You’re not getting hypothermia on my watch. Just sit still and warm up.” You both stay like this for a while, Eddie pretending the whole situation isn’t making him hard as a rock and you pretending you can’t feel his erection pressing into your ass. Eddie shifts slightly to ease a small cramp in his leg and accidentally rubs his cock across your clothed ass, and a small moan escapes your lips. You quickly clamp your jaw shut and pray he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile Eddie, who definitely did hear you has a grin like a cheshire cat,

“You okay there?”

“Mhm.”

“Then what was that little moan I heard?” Eddie whispers into your ear, “You’re wearing this skimpy little outfit, pressed up against me, and now you’re moaning? Must be trying to start something, or drive me crazy.” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire,

“Eddie, I...”

“Relax. I’m not blind you know. I do see the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. I just wish you could see that I’m looking at you the same way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, dumbass,” Eddie pauses to kiss your cheek, “I like you too. And I’m here if you want to do something about it. Or we can pretend that everything’s fine and we’re just best friends. But at some point one of us will get hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you either, but then that leaves us with one option.”

You roll over to face him,

“You want this? I mean you want to be with me?”

“God help me I really do.” Eddie’s hands are stroking your face, his big brown eyes are soft as they look into your eyes, before his gaze drops to your lips and he leans in slowly, giving you time and room to back away, you close the distance quickly, pressing your lips to his, he gasps into the kiss and his hands travel down to your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Your hands grab Eddie’s and bringing them up to your chest, you place them on your breasts and he pulls away from the kiss,

“Okay you must really be trying to drive me crazy.” Eddie starts kissing and biting your neck as he plays with your breasts over your shirt. Keen to return the favor you start palming him through his underwear,

“Baby.” Eddie speaks between kisses, “How far do you want to go right now, bearing in mind our friends are literally meters away and tents are not known for their soundproofing?”

You pull away from him and scoot to the tent’s entrance, peeking out through a small hole you’ve unzipped, the tent next to yours is dark, they’ve turned their lantern off and you can’t hear any voices.

“I think they’re asleep Eds...” Eddie kneels beside you and peers out, listening intently. Without warning, you turn his head to yours and pull him in for a kiss before pushing him down to lay on his back, “So I think we can do whatever feels right.” You rock your hips on his bulge, unsubtly getting your point across. Eddie nods and his hands come to your shorts and a loud tearing sound follows,

“Eddie!” You gasp as he rips your clothes from you,

“What?” He asks nonchalantly, kissing your neck as your top suffers a similar fate, “Not my fault these are so fragile.” Eddie rolls you over so he’s on top of you and runs his hands over your body, almost possessively,

“Liking what you see?”

“Its better than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

“Dream about me often Eds?”

“Only every night.” He returns to kissing your neck, as his left hand tangles in your hair his right hand is tracing a path further down your body until his cupping your bare pussy, “Can I please play with you?” He’s almost pleading with his tone,

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Eddie smirks and slowly runs his finger over your clit, hissing as he feels how soaking you are, tracing an almost painfully slow pattern until his fingers are just ghosting over your entrance, “I bet you feel incredible inside.” Eddie whispers in your ear, continuing to tease you with his fingers, waiting for you to ask him nicely.

“Why don’t you find out?” Eddie laughs,

“Nope. You’ve got to be a polite little lady about it and ask me.”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Eddie please please please touch me.”

“I am touching you?” He pretends to be confused for a moment before he slips his middle finger into you, making you gasp, “Only because you look so pretty when you beg.” He kisses you again, muffling the moans coming from your mouth. He feels you tightening up and adds another finger, stretching your pussy out more, and making you whine as he starts curling his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot mercilessly while his thumb traces circles around your clit.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good. I want to watch your face while you cum all over your best friend’s fingers.” He says with a wicked grin, his fingers working relentlessly until the knot that’s formed in your stomach is untied and Eddie’s having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to muffle the filthy sounds coming out of it as your orgasm wracks through your body, your pussy clenching around on his fingers, your thighs and butt twitching of their own accord.

Once you’ve calmed down Eddie takes his hand off of your mouth and slowly removes his fingers from you, admiring the strings of your arousal on them, before slowly and deliberately sucking each of his fingers clean.

“Well I was right about two things.” There’s a smug edge to his voice,

“And what would those be?” Your voice is still shaky,

“One, that you would feel fucking incredible inside. And two, that you would make the filthiest sounds when you cum. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about both things.” Eddie admits, shamelessly. “There’s only one more thing I’m still pondering.”

“And what would that be.”

“How fucking incredible you would feel around my cock. Am I allowed to find out tonight?”

You nod, eager for more, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“You sure? We don’t have to. I don’t have any condoms with me so it would be, raw you know.”

“No condoms?”

“No, I was under the impression this was a friends-only camping trip and didn’t want to seem like I was hoping for a group sex in the woods kind of weekend. So, we do not have to have sex tonight if you want us to use protection.”

“There’s a pharmacy somewhere around here right?”

Eddie shrugs, “Must be, why?”

“Because I’m going to need the morning-after pill tomorrow.” Eddie catches your drift immediately and starts easing his underwear down, he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance,

“If you need me to stop or change your mind please just say okay? I wont be mad, I promise.” 

“Eddie, please just fuck me already.” Eddie chuckles and slowly slips himself into you, biting his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan as he feels your silken walls stretching around him. You have to hold back a similar noise, though you choose to bite down on his shoulder to hold your own noise back. Once he’s got you full to the brim with his cock he looks down at you,

“Ready?” You nod and Eddie starts pulling back slightly before slamming back into you, keeping the rhythm slow and deep, you’re panting and trying to hold back so many erotic sounds,

“Baby, you’re taking this so well, and you’re doing so good at being nice and quiet for me.” Eddie kisses you, letting you moan into his mouth as he continues his pace, the depth of his thrusts making your back arch off the mattress. Eddie has to break the kiss to catch his breath so quickly covers your mouth while your eyes roll back slightly.

“Good fucking girl,” Eddie praises you non-stop while he’s fucking you, his words coming out in quick whispers as he holds back his own moans while you’re tightening around him,

“Eddie ‘m getting close,” You pant, “You need to do something so I’m not loud.” Eddie has picked up his pace now, slipping in and out faster and harder than before, relishing as you struggle to stay quiet. He’s getting close too, he’s barely hanging on but desperate to feel you finish around him. Your pussy is getting so tight he almost has to stop fucking you and your breathing is getting erratic as the warm glow that started in your lower stomach is spreading, pleasure completely wiping your brain of any logical thought, or any consideration to the current situation, so that when you do finish around Eddie, its with a loud scream of his name, which makes Eddie finish inside you with a similar cry of your name.

Eddie crashes down beside you, completely spent, sweat running down his body,

“Well we tried to be quiet? That’s got to earn us some points right?” He’s still breathless as he speaks.

“No, they’re going to be hell when we have breakfast tomorrow Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan #eddie munson friends to lovers #smutty saturday

[melrodrigo]

A little scorpion goes a long way - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You bring back an old friend.

Warnings: ooc wednesday, R being a simp

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: I’m bored, here’s a little Wednesday oneshot like promised!

Learning at Nevermore Academy had its perks and downsides, but one of your favorite things about the school was how little they cared about students’s powers.

You had no face? You’re just another student at Nevermore. You’re a freak emo girl? Doesn’t matter. You could revive things from the dead? Who cares?

You; were apart of the latter group. It’s not that you were so powerful to the point you could bring actual human beings to life, but enough to save a dying plant or two. Only, anytime you did it, there would always be ass-kicking consequences.

You’d always have a terrible headache and a killer cold after. Skin all colorless, resembling the look of a character from a Tim Burton movie.

When you had first met your now girlfriend of 11 months Wednesday Addams, she had shared a heartfelt story about her pet scorpion, Nero, and how he had gotten killed by some idiot normie kids.

It was heartbreaking. You swore then and there that as soon as you got the chance you’d try and find the scorpion and bring it back to life.

It also just so happened that yours and Wednesday’s one year anniversary was coming up, pegging the perfect opportunity for such a gift.

It was really hard to try and discreetly ask Wednesday where she had buried her pet scorpion without sounding suspicious.

So you didn’t.

Instead, you called up her father. It wasn’t any less scary, since he was still an Addams, and the father of your girlfriend, but at least you knew he was a bit softer than the rest of the family.

“Hellomr.addamscouldipleaseaskyouifyoyreawarewherewednesdayburiedherpetscorpionforagift?” You stumbled out, completely unintelligible.

“Hello? Who is this?” Came his booming voice from the other side of the phone.

A long paused sounded, you trying to calm down and wipe your sweaty palms against Wednesday’s sheets.

“Hey Mr.Addams, it’s YN. Would you happen to know where Wednesday buried her pet scorpion all those years ago? I need it for a gift im making her.” You said, as slowly as you could, but it still came out as a bit of a ramble.

He barked out a laugh, and your face flushed bright red. You thanked the lords that you decided to do this on the phone instead of in real life.

“Of course darling, it’s right in our backyard. Would you like me to send it to you? Me and Morticia need an idea for date night anyway. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with grave digging!”

You let out a relieved sigh and a slight chuckle, shaking your head at the Addams Family antics.

“Yes, that would be amazing, thank you Mr. Addams.” You breathe in relief.

“Please, call me Gomez.”

There was a pause of uncertainty on your end before answering, “Of course….Mr.Gomez.”

A sound uncanny to a door swinging open had you turning around hurriedly, and hanging up before Mr. Gomez could even utter another word.

Wednesday stood there, looking unbothered; eyes half lidded until they locked with yours.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you look like that?” She asked, eyes narrowed. You smiled a little at her tone, because it wasn’t one of annoyance, but rather of worry. Maybe you were turning her a bit soft after all.

You smile shyly, striding up to Wednesday but stopping just short in front of her, giving her time to pull away if she wanted.

When she didn’t, and in fact, leaned a little closer; you closed the distance and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“I’m amazing.” You breathed against her cheek, lips moving toward her neck.

She titled it up a bit, giving you more access to wander around as you please. Rigid hands found your waist, and she squeezed them slightly.

You pull away grinning.

“Oh no, you’re not getting it yet. Plus, tomorrow’s our anniversary, don’t you want it to be extra romantic?” You teased.

She let out a huff and crossed her arms, clearly displeased.

“I dont see what difference one day has.” She mumbled under her breath, still staring you down.

“As romantic as that is, I have to go.” You tell her, squeezing her finger once. All she does is give you a curt nod and returns to her desk.

-

A thing you learned later that day was that Gomez Addams was a man of his word. Not even a couple hours later, a package had arrived for you.

Inside the little shoe box was a photo of the couple grave digging, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen them; and the corpse of a certain infamous scorpion.

“Nero! Ha!“ You exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. You inspected the little scorpion, it was tiny enough; should be no sweat to bring it back.

You were extremely wrong.

Considering the thing was dead for almost 10 years; it took an absurd amount of energy out of you.

God if you thought bringing plants back to life was hard, this thing was something you’ve never seen before. Strong and vicious, shooting a sharp pain through you as you connected the back of the scorpion to the palm of your hand.

At one point you seriously thought you were going to pass out. Sweat formed at your face and your vision was starting to get a little blurry.

And to add salt to the wound, the moment the scorpion was brought back, it decided to jump the person who had so graciously brought it back to life.

Leaving multiple scars on the side of your neck, before you could wrestle it away from you and into the pet box you had bought the week before.

Holy shit. I need a rest.

With your vision blurred and head pounding a million miles per second, you collapsed onto the bed, letting the world encompass you in a dark black haze.

-

You’re awaken the next day by an uninterested looking Wednesday, (that might just be how she always looks) hovering over you in the bed. You roll over in the bed to get a better view of her.

“Oh hey, Wends.” You greeted, trying to get up and talk to the girl properly, but letting out a groan as you clutched the side of your stomach in pain.

You pulled the sheets down to check your side, looking for the cause of your pain. What greeted you was a huge dark blue bruise that spread from the top of your rib cage to your waist.

“Huh. That’s weird.” You mumble.

You didn’t notice Wednesday’s eyes widening at the sight, since you were a bit busy poking at the wound.

She quickly slapped your hand away, and pushed you back down into the bed. Silencing you with a press of her pointer finger on your lips.

“Don’t move.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Wednesday move so quick, even back when she was looking for the hyde all those months ago. You stared at her in awe as she rummaged through your belongings, and pulled out a first aid kit.

Nevermore had employed one in every students dorm, seeing as to there were plenty of mini medical emergencies that would occur on a daily basis.

“Thing. Go get my Magical Beings 101 textbook. It’s located on my desk.”

Thing quickly hurried off, no doubt due to the harsh tone Wednesday used.

“I’m fine, Wends. Really. I’ll be up and running in a couple days.” You said as you reached over, trying to stroke her hand.

Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away, but instead gripped it tighter. She was silent for a moment, no sound except for your heavy breathing.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I know you used your powers YN. What I can’t seem to figure out is what for. Why are you so ill?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed.

And if you thought your heart couldn’t get any bigger, you were wrong. The way Wednesday was looking at you, all worried glances and intense eyes, you think you could pass away right then and there.

She cared.

As you tried to get up, ignoring the way Wednesday surged forward to stop you, quickly pushing you back into the bed. You didn’t put up much of a fight.

“This is gonna suck, and I wanted to save it for a more romantic setting, but I don’t think I’m leaving bed today.” You stated, while Wednesday was still eyeing you like you would get up again.

“Could you pass me the box under my desk Wends? But you have to promise to close your eyes.” You murmur, bat your eyes at her.

At that Wednesday rolled her eyes, and you were a little relieved to see a familiar Wednesday expression.

“And why is that?” She inquired.

Um.

“My brain is too meshed to come up with an excuse. It’s for our anniversary, but please don’t look, I wanna see your reaction.” You admitted, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

With a huff, Wednesday moved to your desk and closed her eyes, which took a while for her to actually find the box and bring it out.

“Over here.” You say, in case your voice would help her sense of direction better.

“I’m dating an imbecile who thinks I’m an imbecile.” Wednesday mutters under her breath, not aware that you had heard.

Wednesday walks over and stops in front of you, as you pat the surface on the bed next to you.

She gets the hint, and after some reluctance sits down and waits peacefully.

It’s a little domestic, and your heart starts beating faster.

You take the box from her hands and try your best to cover the clear part, then look over to Wednesday.

“Okay, you can open them now.” You say.

Wednesday’s eyes are flicked open in an instant, her peaceful face turning back into her usual resting glare.

She squints at the box, and tilts her head. You push it forward on the bed a little, gesturing for her to open the lid.

She does, and when she peers inside, her eyes widen. She dips her hand in the box and whispers, “Nero, flip.”

When the scorpion walks up to her and does a little turn of it’s body, you guess it could be called a flip, Wednesday gasps.

“It is you.” She says, sounding star struck.

And then as if just remembering you were there, she looks at you, with more emotion than you’ve ever seen before.

You feel your knees get a little week, even though you haven’t even been standing. Wednesday looks in awe.

“Happy Anniversary Wends. I didn’t know where I could find Nero so I called up your dad, I hope that’s oka-“

You’re cut off by Wednesday engulfing you in a fierce hug, and she would never admit it, but you swear you felt something damp on your shoulder.

You let the moment be, don’t tease her about it. Caressing her back a little as she leans just slightly into you.

“You’re an idiot.” She whispers, and you shiver at the sensation of her lips on your bare skin.

“Yeah I know, but you love me.” You say with a cheeky grin.

Wednesday doesn’t say anything back,but you don’t mind. Words had never been her way of expressing love, and having her here, teary eyed and smiling; albeit a tiny smile, was confirmation enough she felt the same.

You didn’t end up getting to do the things on your list for your anniversary, but in a way, what you ended up with was much better.

The rest of the day was spent with Wednesday in your arms, and a tiny scorpion in hers.

It was getting sort of uncomfortable, the position you were in, but you didn’t dare move away.

When Enid had walked in, looking for her disappearing roommate, and spotted you two asleep in each other’s arms. She bit back a squeal and snapped a quick photo on her phone.

You later asked for the photo and set it as your lockscreen.

It was a real pain bringing Nero back, but considering everything, you would definitely do it again.

#wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #mine

[ohtobeleah]

Sixth Sense // Mickey Garcia

Summary: A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.

Warnings: Mickey Garcia x F!reader. Hurt/Comfort. Gas explosion resulting in hearing and vision loss.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author Note: Day Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Sensory Deprivation. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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“Holy shit, what the hell was that?” It all happened so fast, so fast in fact that the explosion that ricocheted through the Hard Deck didn’t register a sound until a few seconds after the fact. 

Patrons laid strewn across the bar, ducking for cover under tables and bars. Glass from the windows had sliced unsuspecting patrons as it blew apart from the force of the blast. Food and beverages littered the floor, thrown in the panic of the moment as all inside ducked. 

“Everybody okay?” Jake Seresin stayed shielding Natasha Trace with his entire body. “Is anyone hurt?” His arms pinned her down against the hardwood floor at either side of her head. Seconds ago—they’d been arguing over a long standing disagreement over who could tie more Cherry stems with just their tongue in three minutes. Now, Phoenix had never been this close to a man she could hardly stand. 

“Yeah—we’re good!” Rooster replied as he looked around, he’d been knocked on his ass by the bast. Coyote was right beside him, as was Payback. The three of them had been indulging in a game of darts to see who could knock Hangman down a peg or two on the leaderboard. “Bob? Fanboy? You guys okay?” 

“I think we’re alright?” Bob groaned as he pushed himself up off the ground—peanuts were crushed all over the ground around him. Mickey sat back on his knees scanning the Hard Deck. He couldn’t see you. There was a small cut on the side of Mickey's face but other than an artificial flesh wound, he was relatively unscathed from the unsuspecting blast that had pummeled through the Hard Deck. 

“Anyone seen Y/n?” Fanboys eyes continued to scour the entire expanse of the Hard Deck as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. “Yo, guys—anyone see Miss Barkeep?” 

“She was heading out back to help the gas guy change out the—“ Bob didn’t even need to finish his sentence before he’d connected the dots. “Oh god, Y/n.”

A gas explosion. 

Mickey took a few seconds to register where his best friend's mind had gone, but then he realised. In those few seconds where Fanboy couldn’t breathe he knew he couldn’t live without you before he had a chance to really have you. 

Sure, the two of you were friendly. Probably more than most friends would be. Sure, you sometimes spent the night in Mickey's bed after he’d stay back and help you shut the Hard Deck up. Sure, he spent lazy Sunday mornings with you in the kitchen making breakfast and drinking coffee more often than not. And sure, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company, blatantly flirted beyond belief and made sure to always text each other when you got home, finished work, and stole secret kisses here and there when it was just the two of you. But. You weren’t official. 

And that may have been Mickey Garcia's biggest mistake. 

“Y/n!?” There you were. “Oh my god!” Lying unconscious on the ground a few meters away from where the gas bottles were kept behind the Hard Deck. Penny kept a tight ship—they were locked behind a wire cage that made sure patrons couldn’t fuck around. Something must have gone wrong during the change over, because the gas man wasn’t too far away from you. 

“Hey—hey!?” Mickey was by your side in an instant, the second his eyes caught your body lying there—thrown away and discarded like you weren’t the most important person to him, he was by your side. “Amor? Can you hear me?” 

Rooster had already called for paramedics to attend the scene while Hangman and Phoenix had begun to do whatever they could with their advanced first aid training—using the Hard Decks first aid kit to fix small cuts and abrasions on patrons from lying shards of glass. 

“Y/n?” You had a pulse, Mickey knew that much. But you weren’t waking up. “Please—come on Amor, you gotta wake up for me.” 

“This guys dead—“ Payback calls out. Mickey's mind fills with worst case scenarios the longer you were down for. “He’s got no pulse and the back of his head’s cracked.” He’s an ex paramedic, he knows. “I'm gonna start chest compressions, see if I can bring him back, how’s the kid?” 

You weren’t just shy of Fanboys age, he was the youngest in the group after all. Top of his class, intellectually gifted enough to graduate highschool three years earlier than most ever would. But to Paybacks forty one? You were still a child, in his mind anyway. 

“She’s breathing.” Is all he says before your stirrings. “Hold on! I think she’s waking up!” There’s nothing but a ringing in your ear. A sharp high pitched buzzing that’s incessant and ear piercing. You groan at the sound as you try to blink away the clouded vision that’s plaguing your eyes. But nothing can get rid of the thick fog like blur. “Y/n—it’s me, you’re okay, I’ve got you—“  But you can’t make out who it is. You can’t hear anything but that annoying ringing that won’t go away. Your head hurts, holy shit what the hell happened? 

“I—“ You stutter out. “I can’t see.” It sends Mickey's heart racing inside his chest, even more so than it already was. “I—I can’t see—“ You can't even hear yourself talking so you just assume you’re talking far too quiet. But in reality you're screaming, screaming so loud you’re straining your neck. “I CAN'T HEAR!” 

“Hey—I’ve got you.” Mickey doesn’t know what else to do besides try and calm you while medics make their way around the Hard Deck. “I love you, yeah?” Payback hears Mickey say it before you ever do and his heart breaks. You don’t deserve this. Neither does Fanboy. “You’re gonna be alright Amor, I’m right here.” 

But all you do is cry. You can’t hear a single thing being spoken or see a single thing in front of you. All there is before you are shadows of light and darkness. Mickey's hands squeeze yours and you feel it. His signet ring—the one his Abuela brought him many moons ago. But you know in the darkness and uncertainty that it’s Mickey at your side. 

“If she’s lost senses, Mick, it's gonna be a head trauma of some sort.” Payback keeps going with his chest compressions. “Is there any sign of blood?” You squeeze Mickey's hand a little harder as he goes to pull away to check. You squeeze so hard that he can’t let go, you’re far too afraid of being left alone in the dark. “Fanboy?”

“I—I dunno, probably! She probably hit her head on the ground!” Mickey manages to wiggle free just one of his hands so he can push your hair out of your face. “Shhh—I’m right here.” He tries to soothe you once again, but your cries are just too heartbreaking. “Amor, I am right here with you—I’ve got you.” 

“Please don’t let me die here alone.” Was all you mumbled out. You didn’t know what Mickey was saying or if he was saying anything at all. The ringing was all too deafening. But when you begged him to stay, to not leave your side. Mickey's heart shattered into a million different pieces. “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” He traced your face with his fingers, just letting you know he was there with you. Your grip on his hand began to falter as you slipped into unconsciousness again, just trying to find some shelter from the ringing. “I’m right here with you.” 

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“Without the surgery your daughter might regain her vision but it’s only a slim chance Mrs Y/l/n—“ Doctor Perry spoke to the woman on the other end of your phone. Mickey had called her on your behalf from the other side of the country, she was already packing her things for the flight she’d booked to be by your side. “I’d say it’s barely twenty percent.” 

“What about with the surgery?” Mickey asked as his eyes looked over you. You looked too peaceful to be in this situation. You knew he was there just by his touch alone. He made sure you knew it was him by his ring as he ran his thumb across your palm. “What’s the odds of her getting her vision back with the surgery?” 

“Almost one hundred percent—if the surgery were to go well. If it doesn’t then she runs the risk of being permanently incapacitated for the rest of her life.” Doctor Perry was a little too blunt for Mickey's liking, but he appreciated the direct route. “She’ll regain her hearing, hopefully, her ear drums were significantly damaged in the blast but they should recover.” 

“Do the surgery.” Your mother barked on the other side of the phone. “My daughter can’t be deaf and blind—what type of future would she have then? What kind of quality of life would she have?” Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off you as you slept. It was better this way, to keep you sedated. That way you couldn’t panic. But he thought about it while the doctor droned on to your mother about the surgery, that no matter the outcome you’d have a life with him. He’d take care of you—learn how to adapt, help you with anything you ever needed. Do anything you ever needed him to do. 

A freak accident that took away two of your six senses shouldn’t be the reason your life ends. You were still alive and oh how Mickey Garcia was grateful to whatever God was on duty that day. 

“Mrs Y/ln?” Mickey interrupted as he turned the phone back his way. Your mother silenced herself mid sentence to listen to what Mickey had to say. “I know we haven’t formally met before but I just want you to know that I’ve been head over heels in love with your daughter since she served me for the first time.” He explained all the while his eyes never left your perfect face. A face he really wouldn’t mind waking up to every day. “And I know there’s a hell of a lot of uncertainty about what may come, but I just want you to know that her quality of life doesn’t diminish if her sight can’t be restored or her hearing doesn’t improve.” Mickey could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he squeezed your hand, and as much as he wished none of this ever happened, he knew he couldn’t leave you know. Not ever. 

“I’ve got her ma’am—“ 

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[reyalvr]

HEY POOKS i have a request(idk if there closed or not so please lmk) so like reader who hates physical touch finally holds aonungs finger like when there walking together and like his reaction?? idk first time requesting and your my fav writer❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

NEW BEGINNINGS.

୨⎯ in which first impressions are changed – slightly. ⎯୧

genre┊ chaotic fluff, enemies-to-friends, slight e2l if you squint hard enough

pairing┊ao’nung x fem-sully!reader 

wordcount┊2.9k

warnings┊none, ao’nung is just an idiot (so nothing new) 

author’s note┊ vv cute request but i’m ngl i did end up struggling a bit trying to come up with a scenario for this T^T again, sorry if i had to modify it a bit! hope you still like it anon <//3 also the scene where ao’nung takes lo’ak outside the reef doesn’t happen here! also i'm encouraging you guys to listen to the song rec i added because it really just ties everything in together LMFOAHGHJD (edit: i’ll write a sweeter drabble soon too help)

song recs ┊ lujon.

When you had first arrived at Awa'atlu, Ao’nung had pegged you as the silent, strong-willed eldest daughter of the Sully family. During training you only ever kept to yourself, practicing on your own as soon as you mastered whatever technique they were teaching you that day. You weren’t rude, just very stand-offish.

So stand-offish to the point where not even his insults or antics could get a reaction out of you. It drove him mad, really. Your other siblings, save for probably Neteyam, had given him the reaction that he had expected, wanted even. He thrived on attention, be it bad or good – it’s what made him feel confident. 

So when you arrived here, paying him no mind, his brain had gone haywire. He tried doing everything he could – jokes, pranks, and hell, even compliments for minor achievements. Those didn’t work, and he was just about to give up on garnering anything out of you until today happened. He hadn’t seen it coming.

He had spotted you and Kiri by the shore, sitting together as you admired the sand. Ao’nung was aware that this environment was new to you, yet he still found it strange how you always managed to be so entranced by every single thing. He murmured something to his friends, and they snickered at his words.

You turned then, your bright yellow eyes looking at all of them with disinterest. He flashed you a smile and again you did nothing, not even an eye roll. He felt it falter, though he kept it up as soon as your sister lifted herself out of the water. 

“Huh? What’d you say?” She asked, her tone so welcomingly friendly. 

“Are you some kind of… freak?” He teased, his hands coming up to grab her arm. 

“No,” She answered flatly, trying to pull herself out of his grasp.

He waved it around then, as if it were some toy. His friends all laughed at your sister’s hand, treating her like some kind of deformity. You quickly pulled her out of their circle, your face slowly forming a scowl. His eyes widened slightly as he took note of your reaction – success? Not quite, but nearly. He continued on with his antics, hoping that today would finally be the day he got something out of you. 

You didn’t understand why Ao’nung was so fixated on treating you and your family like shit. He was a menace, and you honestly couldn’t believe you’d made it this far without retaliating against him. You wanted to yell at them to stop, but you knew that you would only be provoking them. 

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re not even real na’vi.” Ao’nung continued, his hand now coming up to pull on your tail.

You yelped, instantly turning to face him. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead the moment you laid eyes on him. You hated it when strangers touched you without warning, let alone people you hated. Eywa, you wanted nothing more than to smack the entitlement out of this boy. But still you remained silent, opting to just walk away from the situation. 

You heard your brothers then, suddenly joining the crowd. Lo’ak guided the both of you further away while Neteyam stopped whatever else was about to fly out of Ao’nung’s mouth. Your scowl remained though, and you kept your death stare focused on him and his circle of idiots. 

“And from now on,” Neteyam concluded, his expression just as pissed as yours, if not, even more. “I need you to respect my sisters.”

He made eye-contact with you briefly, and something about the look in his eyes told you that he had no intention of keeping his word. You scowled even deeper. 

One of his friends actually had the gall to hiss at your brother, though Ao’nung had made the smart choice of holding him off. Neteyam made his way back to you now, gesturing for you guys to head back to the village. And you were going to– really, you were, but Ao’nung just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. 

“Look at them, they’re all freaks. Especially quiet girl,” He said, his tone hushed but loud enough for you to still hear. “She’s already a four-fingered freak, what more if she can’t even handle a little tug.”

He had his back turned to you as you stomped angrily towards him, your fist already clenched at your side. His friends had no time to warn him as you angrily jerked his shoulder, making him face you. 

“[Y/N] leave it be!” Kiri begged, but it was already too late. 

You decked him, hard. He stumbled as he fell, landing straight into the shallow water. He blinked slowly as he regained whatever balance he had left, his hand coming up to caress his cheek. Everyone looked at you in shock. In your entire stay with the Metkayina clan, never did you act out this rashly before. In fact, you never acted out at all. 

“Four-fingered freak, you say?” Your tone was taunting him, your tail swinging rapidly as you tried your best to keep yourself at bay. “You mean the freak who just put you on your ass?”

His friends hissed at you, already lunging towards your direction for the insult. They didn’t make it two steps in as your brothers had already stepped in for you, swinging hits left and right. You were pushed out of the way, and you staggered backwards until you were next to Kiri again. 

She gave you a look, and though you were older than her it felt like you were the younger one moments away before getting a scolding. In the end you had to pry your brothers away, eventually meeting up with your father by one of the pathways. All of you, except for Kiri, kept your heads bowed as you listened to your father’s words of displeasure. 

To say he looked disappointed would be an understatement. He was pissed, yes, but more importantly he was embarrassed. He had asked of you guys one thing, and you had tried so hard to live up to your promise of respect. But today was your last straw. 

You could tell your father was torn between having to scold you or let you go with just a warning. He knew now of Ao’nung’s torment, yet he didn’t want to jeapordize the safety the village provided for your family. 

Wanting to fix this mess immediately, he walked the three of you to the chief’s marui. You sighed and closed your eyes as you walked, mad at yourself for even escalating this stupid situation in the first place. You had everything under control, but all it took was one tail tug and a few harsh words to have your composure come crashing down. 

Ao’nung leaned on the side of his marui now, watching as you and your brothers apologized for your actions. He held a cloth with medicinal paste against his cheek, his cuts stinging as he continued to dab it on. His mother and father stood beside him, their presence the only thing keeping him from mumbling any more digs at you.

You were the last to speak, and he could tell that you didn’t want to do this. You took a few moments before you finally looked up at him, your eyes filled with such resentment. The hand you had used to give him the bruising wound below his eye was still tightly fisted, your knuckles still red from the amount of force you had used in one blow. 

“I am sorry,” You started, so much distaste in your words. “So sorry that I hit you. And I am even more sorry that I put you on your ass.” 

Lo’ak snorted quietly, trying to keep quiet so as to not piss your dad off even more. You felt your father nudge your shoulder, and you redid your apology, this time with a little less sarcasm and annoyance. 

Ao’nung’s parents sighed heavily as they approved of your words, followed by his father demanding that he apologize as well for his insults. He had tried to protest, but one look from Tonowari was enough to have him muttering a half-assed apology. 

You didn’t care, it wasn’t sincere anyway. And even if it were, you had no intention of accepting it. Once all was said and done, you were the first one to go. You walked away, your expression back to its nonchalant one. You held your head up high, no longer hanging it in embarrassment. 

Ao’nung had remained in his place, his mind still processing what had happened today. He was successful in his mission, but could it really be a success if he was the one injured? Could it really be a success if your feelings toward him were only momentarily, your stoic persona coming back almost instantly?

Needless to say though, the reaction he got out of you was unexpected. He knew you were tough, your father was Toruk Makto for crying out loud. But he wasn’t ready for your physical retaliation. Even at the beach, he only stared at you as his friends tried to defend him. 

He winced again as he remembered the pain on his cheek, the bruised spot feeling incredibly sore. He was thankful that you didn’t aim for his jaw, since that truly would have shut him up for good. He brought his hand up, slightly tapping the tender area. Who would’ve known that a quiet little thing like you had so much power? Not him, clearly.

He continued to stand there, still examining all his injuries. His sister came up to him then, just coming back from wherever she had been. She looked at him, her eyes darting from bruise to bruise. What happened? her gaze said, though he had a feeling she already had an idea of the events that transpired today.

He only brushed her off, turning to walk back inside the pod. She followed after him, persistent in getting answers out of her brother. Tsireya sat in front of him, not leaving her place until he spoke. He gave her a look, but she gave him a look as well in return.

He groaned under his breath and rolled his eyes before he finally told her everything; the teasing, the taunts, the fight, your punch. She put a hand up to her mouth, much like how Lo’ak tried to compress his laughter a while ago. How fitting. 

“Are you laughing?” He said, slightly offended that his own sister found his failures funny. 

She pressed her lips into a tight line, shaking her head instantly, though he could see her fighting a grin. She put a hand up to his shoulder, patting him lightly as she got up, taking an empty basket with her. 

“Oh big brother, just what have you gotten yourself into?” She said, the suppressed laugh from earlier sprinkled in her words. “If [Y/N] didn’t already despise you before, she definitely does now.”

“Why should I care?” He said as he stood, facing his sister with his arms crossed. 

“Why should you care?” She turned and parroted his words, eyes wide at how infuriatingly dense Ao’nung was. “Need I remind you that she is the daughter of Toruk Makto, one of the greatest war leaders of our time.” 

“She was on the path to becoming Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya,” He was about to interrupt her until she put her hand up, stopping him from saying anything before she finished. “It is not wise to have her as an enemy.” 

“So, what, are you saying I should apologize?” He said. “I already did.”

She put a hand on her hip, clearly starting to get frustrated with her older brother. “No, you didn’t. And yes, I am telling you to go apologize to her – truthfully and sincerely this time.” 

He wanted to protest against her, but she quickly tossed the basket she was holding to him. “Go now. She will be by the docks gathering materials for her family’s feast tonight.” 

“But-” He tried, but Tsireya had already made up her mind in making him go in her place.

“How do you even know where she is?” He asked, his face scrunched up as he reluctantly made his way out of the marui. 

“Because unlike you, I don’t treat her like an outcast. And besides, she likes me.” She said, her shoulders shrugging up at the last phrase. She smacked him on the back of his head before he was fully out of the pod, reiterating her words as he continued on his way.

He found you then, folding dried leaves into your basket. You were right where Tsireya had said you would be, sitting quietly like always. You looked at peace in your solace, your body free of any tension. Your hair was up haphazardly, free from your usual taut braids. The evening breeze had finally come, the sky going from bright blue to muted orange. 

He coughed as he made his way towards you, breaking the relaxing solitude you were relishing in. You looked up, still continuing on with whatever you were doing. Your loathing stare was enough to make him fidget in his place before he finally decided to speak up. 

“I, uh,” He stuttered. Actually stuttered. He cursed himself mentally before continuing. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry. Again.” 

You blinked away boredly, only humming and nodding your head in response. You quickly took your basket with you as you got up, already making your way back to your pod. You didn’t want to be alone with the reef boy any longer, Eywa only knows what you’d do if he dared to provoke you once more. 

“[Y/N] wait-” He said, clumsily turning as he grabbed your arm.

You hissed at him, his grip on your arm falling as soon as he saw your reaction. Right, you did not like being touched without warning. He put his arms up, trying to show that he meant no harm. 

“Are you not satisfied yet, hm? Does your ego still need to be fed?” You said, eyebrows furrowing as you continued to berate him. “You won! All you wanted was a reaction, right? Well you got it!” 

“No!” He argued back, annoyance starting to creep up on him. This was pointless, of course you wouldn’t be willing to accept his apology, let alone be in his presence for more than five minutes. “I am trying to apologize, please just listen-”

“Kalweyaveng,” You muttered under your breath, hand coming up to hold your forehead as you tried to calm your nerves. You had already caused one scene today, you weren’t about to start another. You took a few breaths before you finally faced him again, trying to remain nonchalant as you, aversely, heard him out.

He tried to maintain eye-contact with you, but your stare was just so deep. It felt like you were trying to burn holes into his head the longer he stared at you. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow raised as you were clearly getting impatient in the ever growing silence.

“Let’s call a truce.” He finally breathed out, his arm already outstretched in your direction. “New beginnings.” 

You looked up at him, then down to his arm, then up back to him again. You squinted, unsure if he would be able to stick to his word. Not that it mattered, you were more than capable of handling any situation if he decided to break his vow. But still, a truce was an important promise, and it needed to be held truthfully all throughout. 

It was painfully awkward now, his smug demeanor vanishing the longer he stayed quiet. He cursed his sister for setting him up to this, and he cursed himself even more for agreeing. He did not have to do this, he was the chief’s son – next in line for Olo’eyktan. But, regrettably, he knew Tsireya’s words were right. You were a mighty hunter, with a legacy of powerful warriors before you. It really wouldn’t be wise to have you against him. 

“Please,” He said, breaking the silence. “I swear to Eywa that I will not break this vow.” 

Your ears perked up at this – swearing on the Great Mother meant that someone was serious. You scoffed, huh, he actually meant it. You took his hand then, wrapping your fingers around his forearm as you shook in agreement. Though his hands were rough, they were gentle on you as he took note of your uncomfortableness with strangers. 

You never liked the feeling of touch from people you didn’t know, and you still don’t, but Ao’nung’s warmth didn’t feel as bad now than compared to before. 

“Truce.” You said, slowly removing your arm away from him. 

He grinned. You frowned. He stopped grinning. 

He walked with you now, keeping up with your pace. “So, what now, tree girl?” He teased. 

You gave him a look as if to say ‘really?’, and he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, we are friends now, right? I can call you that?” 

You stopped, turning to the side to face him. You threw him your heavy basket unexpectedly, and he stumbled back as he tried to catch it without spilling any of the contents. 

“Oh yeah, we are friends now, fish lips.” You said, tone laced in sarcasm. “And since we’re friends, you can carry that for me, right?” 

You continued on your way then, not waiting for his reply. He watched you for a bit as you walked ahead, and he laughed slightly.

May Eywa bless him with the strength to earn your trust. 

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[atinylittlepain]

Vaya Con Dio

Dio Morrissey x f!reader

Dio thinks he's got her all figured out, but she's got a few tricks up her cashmere sleeve.

wordcount: 3K

story playlist (which I highly recommend listening to while reading)

warnings | 18+ *smacks fic like a car salesman* this bad boy can fit so much depravity in it. SMUT, kinda angst? pegging, duh

a/n | Dio Morrissey - if you don't know him, get to know him, law and order, babes, he's my new favorite freak ;)

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It’s too easy, really. He has it down to a science. The library on fifth is the best for this, being so close to the NYU campus. Smart girls, but not too smart, not smart enough to get into Columbia. And good girls, studying in the stacks on a Wednesday afternoon, pulling their little cashmere cardigans bought by daddy closer around their shoulders. Dio gets to kill two birds with one stone this way, brushing up on his important literature (he’s really into Scientology these days) and finding a pretty little thing to take home for his dinner. 

Today is no different. He’s got his eyes set on a baby pink sweater set, and a cute little headband that matches, plush lips wrapped around the eraser of a pencil, brow furrowed in concentration over whatever she’s working on. Showtime.

He sits down in the seat next to hers, nothing more than a glance his way before she focuses back on her textbook. It’s a script by now, certified. He watches the clock, aimlessly flipping through a book, waiting the requisite five minutes before sitting back with a huff, slamming his book shut with a dull thud.​​ That gets her attention, winged-eyeliner focused on him now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just– your aura– it's mesmerizing to me.” A little quirk of a lip-glossed smile is all he needs to know that he’s got her, leaning closer on his elbows to hear her response.

“Does that line work on other girls?” Kitty’s got claws. He can work with that. 

“What? You don’t think I mean it? How you wound me, pretty girl. You see, I have a good feel for these things. I’m drawn to beauty, to pureness. I just couldn’t help myself when I saw you, I had to come talk to you.”  Her eyes narrow at him as she lets out a breathy giggle, shaking her head lightly at his words. Got her. He slings his arm over the back of her chair, leaning in real close, letting his lips crook up like he’s got the most delicious secret to tell her.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more, mm, cozy, so we can really talk? I’d like to get to know you better.” Her perfect french manicure twists around her pencil as she bites down on her lip, and he doesn’t even need to hear her speak to know what her answer is.

…

“This is me, home sweet home, or something like that.” He grins, all teeth, as she ducks under his arm and into his shitty little apartment. He doesn’t have much, just a futon and a pile of clothes, some books, a stove that works half the time. But he doesn’t care about possessions like all the sheep. Besides, chicks dig it, it adds to the whole effect.

Her heels click on the peeling linoleum floor, spinning in a slow circle as she takes in the space before her wide eyes finally settle back on him. 

“Come get comfortable, baby. Let’s talk.” He coaxes her over to his futon, sitting down next her, his thigh pressing up against hers as he slings his arm over the back of the makeshift couch. Her eyes are focused on something behind him, and when he jerks his chin over his shoulder and sees that she’s looking at his bong propped next to the futon, he grins. 

“You want a hit, pretty girl? I’m happy to share.” He’s already reaching for it along with his lighter as she answers him.

“Oh, um, sure. Actually I was looking at what’s laying next to that, but I’ll take a hit.” When he realizes what she’s referring to, the dark purple strap-on that’s haphazardly laying on the ground, he can’t help but chuckle.

“You ever seen one of those before, baby?” He revels in her wide eyes as he turns back to her, fiddling with his lighter to fix up the bong for them.

“Do you use it a lot?” 

“I enjoy partaking, yeah. Why? You looking to try it out?” Not really expecting an answer from her, he takes the first hit from the bong, his eyes not leaving hers as he lets a slow slip of smoke out of his mouth.

“Here, pretty girl, let me show you how to–” before he can even finish, she’s taking the bong and lighter out of his hands, hitting it with the deft precision of someone who has done this many times before. She blows the smoke out with a smirk, the haze directed right at his face. He hates to admit it, but it throws him off his game, just a little, though he’s quick to compose himself with a smirk of his own.

“Well, well, aren’t you just full of surprises? You do a lot of this in coll–” She’s surprising him again, setting the bong on the floor before straddling his thighs, her little mini-skirt bunching up at her hips. Her hand cups his cheek, a soft touch that he can’t help but lean into, his own hands resting on her thighs. But as she slips her fingers back into his hair, her light touch turns hard all at once, nails grazing his scalp as she tugs his head back, pressing a kiss to his bobbing throat. 

“You know, baby, I’m not really interested in doing any more talking.” This is a first for him, and it’s not that he minds exactly, but he did have a whole routine ready for her, and she just stepped all over it with her pretty pink kitten heels. But he doesn’t have much time to get pissy about it, not when she’s tugging him by his hair into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and sticky-sweet lip gloss. 

…

It’s too easy, really. She has it down to a science. Boys like this, who think they have the whole world figured out and wrapped around their black nail-polished fingers, are her favorite. She knows how unassuming she looks, and she knows what they think of her. Innocence lost, an easy target, something sugary sweet to sink their teeth into. She revels in proving them wrong.

“Dio– that’s not your real name, is it, baby? Why don’t you be a good boy and tell me your real name?” She tugs him back by the hair at the nape of his neck, his eyes wide and dark as he looks at her, mouth agape and spit-slick, remnants of her lip gloss smeared glittery on his lips. His Adam's apple bobs, fingers flexing where his hands are curled on her hips. She’s got him surprised, guard down, mind swimming in her shocking sour-sweetness. She’s got him right where she wants him.

“It’s– it’s Shane. My name is Shane.” Not so tough now, are you? She grins, leaning in and letting her lips just graze over his, tongue flickering out over his top lip.

“Shane, you wanna have some fun together?” 

“Mmhmm, yeah, I– yes.” She has to giggle at his frantic answer, the jerky nod of his head, and she pulls him in for another hard kiss, licking into his mouth as she grinds her hips down on his already prominent bulge. She pulls away just as fast though, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth before letting it snap back in place, getting up off his lap to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for me, pretty boy?” He doesn’t need to be asked twice, shrugging out of his leather duster jacket, standing up in just his black wife beater and chains, making quick work of his belt, toeing off his boots and shucking off his pants, all the while keeping his eyes glued to her, lips parted and dazed.

“You can leave the hardware on, baby, silver suits you.” He gets what she means, nodding and tugging his tank top over his head but leaving his chains, a nervous little smile quirking his mouth as she steps forward and shoves him back down onto the futon. 

When she straddles his hips again, there’s a whole lot less fabric separating her throbbing core and his obvious hardness, grinding the damp cotton of her panties down over the bulge in his boxers. He lets out a low groan when she swirls her hips, the sound getting stuck in his throat when she licks a hot stripe up the strong slope of his neck. 

“Fuck, you’re– you’re unreal.” 

“Oh, Shaney, I assure you I’m very real.” They’re so predictable, you’d think she’d be bored of this particular flavor by now. But she can’t help herself, there’s just something too good, too delicious, about putting a guy like this in his place. She pulls him into another kiss, yanking him in by his chains as she coaxes him to lay out on the futon. When his hands start to tug at her sweater, however, she’s quick to pull away.

“Ah-ah, what do you want, baby? Use your words for me.” He’s breathless, hazy, looking up at her through pretty lashes and a furrowed brow.

“I– can you take that off?” 

“I mean, I can–” he doesn’t like that one bit, practically growling in frustration as his hands squeeze at her hips.

“Would you take it off, fucking– please?” She stifles her giggle, rubbing her palms on his chest before shrugging off her cardigan and peeling off her tank top. It’s an awkward shuffle, but he’s happy to help her as she shimmies her panties down from under her skirt, holding her steady as she lifts one knee and then the other to flick them away. 

“There, that’s better, huh, baby?” He’s trying to get the upper hand again, only answering her with a grunt as he guides her back down with a hand on the nape of her neck, tongue dipping and flickering into her mouth. But she doesn’t let him have control for long, pressing her hips down hard, her dripping cunt grinding over his boxer-covered length. He goes just slack enough at the sensation, sighing into her mouth, that she can start crawling up his torso, his dopey eyes flickering with recognition of what she wants.

“Oh, fuck yes.” As her thighs frame his face, she swings her legs around before he can pull her down to his mouth, her hands splaying out over his taut stomach as she now faces his legs.

“This ok for you, Shane?” The only answer she gets is a low rumbled mmhmm before he pulls her hips down, licking a flat stripe through her folds that catches her by surprise. She hadn’t exactly been expecting him to be good at it, but he is, he really fucking is. That perfectly arched nose of his is notching at her entrance as he slurps at her clit, and she can’t help the gasp she lets out when his teeth graze that spot, lurching forward until her hands are on the tops of his thighs. She noses at his cock through his boxers, pressing heated little kisses along his length before tugging the fabric down and oh, he’s pretty everywhere. Flushed pink, thick enough to set spit pooling in her mouth, a cute little curve to him that she traces with the pads of her fingers, his groans thrumming through her cunt. 

When she does take him into her mouth, the moan he lets out into her core makes her dizzy, coaxing her to take more and more of him until there’s a stretching ache in her jaw. He seems just as encouraged, pulling her hips down harder, his palms kneading and groping at her ass as he alternates between licking into her and dragging his tongue over her clit. The only sounds are their equally salacious mouths, spit-slick gasps and moans that are sending her over the edge before she can even clock it, her cunt spasming around nothing as he licks her through it. While her hips jerk in his hold, trying to get away from the sensitivity, he only firms up his fingers on her ass, continuing to lap at her through the aftershocks as she can only meekly kitten lick his throbbing cock. But then her eyes focus on something laying next to the futon, something dark purple, and she nearly kicks him in the head, wriggling out of his grip and turning around to look at him. 

“Wait, I wanna do something else with you, Shaney.” He’s an obscene vision looking up at her, lips swollen and glistening with her, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he nods jerkily. She grins, reaching behind them to pick up the strap-on.

“Where do you keep your lube, baby?” 

It isn’t much longer after asking that question that she stands before him, adjusting the straps of the harness around her hips as he clutches the bottle of lube in his hands, knuckles white as he watches her. 

“You–you’ve done this before?” She smirks at him, stepping forward and tilting his chin up with her fingers, pouting her lips as she tilts her head at him.

“What? Is it so hard to believe that I know how to have fun too? Don’t worry, Shaney, I’m gonna take such good care of you. Now why don’t you be a good boy and get my dick ready for you.” 

“Fuck, that’s hot–” He seems to be saying it absentmindedly, murmuring it to himself as he uncaps the bottle of lube, squirting some into his hand before slicking it up and down her plastic length. It’s such a power trip, standing over him as he strokes her fake dick, dark eyes looking up at her all the while. 

“That’s good, baby, thank you. You wanna get on your hands and knees for me?” He moves in a flash, and she has to admit, she likes a man so responsive to orders. She kneels behind him, bringing a palm to his low back as she squirts a little more lube over his hole, giggling at the huff he lets out at the sensation. She notches the tip of her plastic dick at his hole, leaning over him so she can whisper in his ear as she presses her hips forward.

“There you go, baby. Gotta relax for me, huh? Gonna take care of you, just need you to open up for me. There it is. Feels good, yeah?” He whimpers, the poor boy, fingers gripping at the sheet covering the futon as she stills inside him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Tell me when I can mo–” “Fuck me, please– I– you– just, fuck me.” She smiles into his shoulder blades, pressing a kiss there as she arcs her hips back, a sweet and slow drag that makes him groan.

“Aw, you like it slow, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh-huh, sl-slow is good– fuck, you’re good at this.” His breathless praise makes her laugh as she leans back to really work him, keeping her slow, circuitous pace as she reaches around to stroke his dick. As a matter of fact, she has done this before, many times, and she is good at it, savoring the grunted curses he lets out, his hips pressing back against hers with each thrust. 

“You gonna come for me, Shane? Gonna give me what I want?” 

“Yeah, yes– shit, just keep– keep doing that– oh my god.” She snaps her hips a little harder, a little quicker, dragging her nails down his spine before holding his waist steady to thrust into him with a little more intention than the lazy strokes she had started out with. Keeping one hand anchored on his hip, she leans forward, bringing her other palm to his throat, a suggestion of pressure, her french-tipped nails curling ever so slightly. 

“Being so good for me, baby. Want you to come for me, just like this. Can you do that for me? Be a good boy and come for me.” He lets out a whine that sort of sounds like an mmhmm, and she can just catch a glimpse over his shoulder of his scrunched-shut eyes and slack jaw.

It’s not long after that he comes with a string of punched-out curses, collapsing onto his forearms as she presses her hips against his with one final stroke. He whimpers when she pulls out, his legs splaying out as he slumps down into a puddle of his own come, resting his cheek on his forearm as he catches his breath. She’s quick to get up, slipping the harness down off her legs and stepping out of it as she walks over to his “kitchen,” filling up the one chipped glass he has at the sink and bringing it back over to him.

“Did so good for me, Shane. Here, have some water, baby.” He presses up on his elbows, eyes still scrunched shut as she coaxes a few sips out of him before setting the glass down next to the futon. He slumps back down, cheek squished against his forearm, his eyes barely opening to watch her get dressed. 

“Are you a succubus?” She glances over at him, smirking at his cute, pale ass on full display. 

“You wish, baby.” She slips her cardigan on with a satisfied sigh, stepping into her heels and grabbing her purse as well.

“Are you– you’re just gonna leave now?” He squints up at her, still laying on his stomach, his head propped up in one hand. She hums at his question, taking a quick glance at her watch, really more for effect than anything else. 

“Mmhmm, I have dinner plans. But this was fun, yeah?” His face is completely slack, lips parted in clear confusion, though she doesn’t give him much of a chance to respond, clicking her tongue and breezing over to the door.

“Wait, I don't even know your name.” 

“You don’t need to. Bye, Shane, thanks for the good time.”

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Sweet Pea - Steve Rogers x Reader

Sweet Pea (Lathyrus odoratus) - Meaning: Thank you for a lovely time, farewell

Summary: While on the run, Steve comes to reader for comfort. What starts as a series of one night stands turns into so much more.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 955

Warnings: Allusions to smut, Steve leaving notes and being sweet, domestic fluff, dirty notes and drawings, the Blip, angst, Steve freaking out

Day 14 brings us some fluffy angst with our favorite Nomad!

In Bloom Masterlist

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You kept the notes squirreled away in a small box in the back of your sock drawer. Steve always left one, using whatever scrap of paper was nearby. After the first few notes you’d taken to keeping post-its and a pen on your nightstand, which he used from then on to leave you his sweet farewells. 

The first few notes were stiff, formal, things like ‘Thank you for a lovely time, Sincerely Yours, Steve’ or ‘I truly appreciate you, Best, Steve’ like he was thanking you for picking up his dry cleaning rather than letting him fuck you into next week. 

At the beginning of your relationship, he’d only come by your safe house after dark and would leave almost right after you passed out. The more times he visited, the more comfortable he got and the longer he would linger. Sometimes you’d wake up in the wee hours with him spooning you, snoring adorably, but he’d always be gone by morning, a note left for you stuck to your coffee maker, a full pot already made. 

He was sweet like that. 

‘Thanks for last night. You’re incredible. <3 Steve’

‘I’ll miss you, but I won’t be gone long. <3 Steve’

‘See you soon, beautiful. <3 Steve’ 

The little doodled heart next to his name made your heart stutter. 

His visits became more frequent, from once every few months to once a month to every other week or so. More often than not, you woke up next to him. The first time that happened you’d shaken him awake, afraid he was late to something or needed to go. He’d smiled his classically handsome smile and simply folded you back into his arms. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, voice still thick with sleep. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while yet.” 

A while yet turned out to be two full days with Steve. At first, you weren’t sure about his presence in your house, thinking he’d be bored out of his mind, but he found some home projects you’d been neglecting and did as much as he could in the time he had. The domesticity of it all was a new kind of intimacy that neither of you were familiar with, so there were some awkward moments trying to figure out each other's routines and particularities. But once that initial adjustment period was over, everything felt…natural.

You feared this would be the end of his sweet little notes, but instead of the end the notes started popping up everywhere. Sometimes it was a flirtatious note, sometimes a quick drawing of something silly or pornographic or a reference to something he now understood thanks to your pop culture tutelage. 

‘I love your tits in that top ;)’

‘Meet me upstairs when you’re done in the garden’

‘I definitely didn't use the last of the milk, it was a ghost. Who ya gonna call?’ 

The drawing he did of you pegging a suspiciously Steve-shaped Deadpool was probably your favorite. That one got taped to the fridge. 

While he was on the run, you were more than happy to provide him a safe place. His touchstone when he needed a reminder that he was still a human being. A place where he could fully shed the fugitive mantle and act like a normal person. 

He gets the call from Nat while he’s rehanging drywall in your upstairs bathroom. They needed him to get to Edinburgh, some weird readings were coming through whatever scanners she had. You were at the grocery store, so he grabbed the post-its from his side of the bed and wrote a note. 

‘Got a call from Nat, gotta go save the world again <3 Love you, Steve’

He stuck it where he’d be sure you’d find it, on the fridge, next to the naughty drawing that you loved, and made sure to lock the door when he left. 

A few days later, the truck he’d commandeered screeched to a halt in your driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as he thudded up the porch steps and threw his shoulder into your front door, busting it open — he’d fix it later, he had to know. 

He called your name and ran from room to room, searching for you desperately. Half the world was gone, and he couldn’t waste another second without knowing if you were one of them. 

He’d already lost Bucky. He couldn’t lose you too. 

Up in your bedroom he found his answer. On the bed, spread all over his side of it, were all the notes he’d written you. On your side, nothing but a hint of dust. His legs went numb, but they managed to bring him to the end of the bed before he collapsed, gripping the duvet and some of his wayward notes. 

Steve couldn’t hold back anymore, so he let the tears fall pitifully — first Bucky, then Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, so, so many others. And now, you were gone too. The one person who could have possibly helped him hold together what was left, had already done that once before after his schism with Stark. He’d come to you shattered and slowly, carefully, you’d glued him back together. 

“Steve?” your quiet voice asked. At first, he didn’t move, convinced he was hearing things until he felt your small hand on his shoulder. 

He turned, your name falling from his lips like a sacred prayer before he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his wet face in your stomach. More tears fell, but these were from relief. 

“You’re alive,” he chanted, voice muffled by your tummy. You shushed him gently, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m here, Steve,” you promised, “I’ll always be here.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #mcu fanfic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #the blip #nomad!steve x reader #nomad!steve x you #fluff #angst

[wormswurld]

more venetia domming tf out of ollie!! like how their dynamic changes after that bathroom scene if venetia didn't die (her hand in his mouth ummm yeahhh) and she pegs the hell out of him!!!

yesyes okay!! 😇 this is abt to be long asf (971 words) im so sorry....

- after the whole bathtub scene / felix’s funeral their dynamic switches entirely,, venetia becomes more closed off to ollie, less smiles, unwarranted compliments, touches when she’s laughing too hard etc & ollie just sulks because even though he is still at saltburn he lost the one and only person he truly loves & the living extension of said person (venetia) is avoiding him Heavy

- the two of them probably keep to themselves definitely actively avoiding one another as best as they can though they do still live in the same house so it’s definitely hard lol venetia probably shoots daggers ollie’s way during dinner

- venetia probably finds ollie going through felix’s closet looking for more mementos to add to his little collection he has under his bed…”looking for more little souvenirs to add to your shrine?” and ollie just freezes as he feels venetia’s sharp nails claw their way into a fist in his hair

- and it’s not like venetia is wrong, he does have his own little felix shrine but being called out Again is another level of mortification… with venetia’s strong grip on his scalp he can’t help but get turned on by the pain

- “you fucking freak, i can’t believe felix even kept you around for as long as he did” and venetia just throws ollie to the floor squatting down to his to sneer at him with disgust,, “venetia please…please sto-” and before he can finish venetia just slaps him in the face to shut him up immediately before speaking again “what a coincidence he died! right before he was going to drop your slimy losery ass” and she just jabs her finger into his rising chest before running it down his body stopping above his belt

- and if ollie wasn’t completely hard before he sure was now because seeing venetia absolutely seething: redden face, brows drawn, voice dripping with disdain, pupils blown etc he woefully accepted his fate of getting his ass quite literally handed to him lol 🫣

- and when i tell you venetia wastes no time i mean she wastes No Time because she starts ripping ollie's pants off right then and there door open for anyone to just walk by and see (she is felix's sister and all) and ollie just lay there in the middle of the room hard, flushed, and gasping for air after being smacked in the face.,, "all you do is mope around like some wounded fucking dog...you didn't even know him!" venetia says, voice raising infelction as she yanks the rest of ollie's pants off of his ankles

- and ollie may be able to take the screaming, the scratching, the insults etc but venetia having the audacity to say he didn't know felix? no. that was something entirely out of line. if anyone knew felix it was Him. he understood him, he protected him, fuck he even loved him enough to kill him! so with that being said ollie found it within himself to (attempt) to sit up, meeting venetia's fiery gaze..."i did! y-you don't even know the half of it, he loved-" then boom. another smack, this time harder to the inner part of his thigh nearing his throbbing cock.

- and venetia just SNAPS. "yeah?! yeah? he loved you, he loved you?" and she then starts violently stripping ollie of his boxers freeing his erection..."spread" awestruck ollie just stares at venetia, anger completely taking her over he knows he's awakened something Deep within her and there's no way getting out of this unscathed,, shoving her fingers in ollie's mouth (again) venetia coats her fingers with his saliva 🤤🤤🤤 "did he love you like this? huh ollie? did he?!" and she just starts forcing her fingers into his hole & pain just spreads across his entire body, his hands quickly moving to stuff his mouth to stifle his agony induced yelps. the pain mixed with the pleasure just melted him completely...

- "this how he showed you ollie? by fucking your pathetic little hole? you fucking liar. he never loved you.." and oliver just mewls !!!!!!!!! was she right? were venetia's words getting to him? did felix actually love him? and the faster she fucks her fingers deeper into him, prostate constantly being hit, his eyes just roll back. its too much. its all too much. "nghhh...yes h-he did" ollie lets out a strangled moans as venetia curves her fingers into the bundle of muscles within himself. he wont last like this. he Cant last like this.

- "liarliarlilarliar! stop fucking lying already! everybody knows what you are...stop trying to deny it ollie. say it." and ollie just feels his muscles constricting in his belly, he's slowly losing his grip on reality as he feels the sweat dripping down his forehead hit his lips. the salty flavor coating his once dry mouth drags another whine out of him and venetia laughs. "you're just a dirty, lying little whore ollie and you know it, just say the words and it'll be all over" and at this very moment everything is caving in on ollie. his senses being absolutely overridden by the persistently sharp shooting pain in his ass. it's time to give up. give in.

- with strained gasps ollie moves himself down onto venetia's unforgiving fingers, "god...i-i'm a liar m'just a fuckfuckfuck dirty little whore who l-lies...please venetia" and with one more harsh push into his prostate, sharp nails grazing at his sides, ollie just wails 😵‍💫😵‍💫 back arching as his cum paints his writhing torso...quickly sliding her fingers out of oliver venetia wiped her hands off on her pants before sitting up to tower over ollie once again. "clean yourself up, freak" and then she leaves ollie there on the floor, fucked out, pants strewn across the floor left to deal with himself alone :3

i went crazy with this im so sorry lol i just got caught up with this shit lolzzzz ollie x dom!venetia for lifeeeeee 🤷‍♀️🤭💖🎀

#here’s a little treat for my dom!venetia lovers #happy valentine’s day losers! #wormswurld answers #ask #ask me anything #wormswurld brainrot 🌟 #wormswurld posts 🌟 #lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #saltburn 2023 #oliver x venetia #venetia catton

[angrelysimpping]

A dick comparison party with Whitney (Pretty big), Kylar (Comically oversized) and Robin (Micro) with f/pc as judge.

DoL Relationships; AMAB Kylar, Robin, and Whitney, he/him; AFAB Reader, you/you and she/her; general Whitney assholery; some body shaming from Whitney

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy about it!” Whitney has Kylar on the ground, fighting to pull down Kylar’s uniform trousers. 

“Piss off,” Kylar spits, writhing wildly on the ground, trying to throw Whitney off him.

You watch, stunned at the situation.

“You already fuckin’ agreed to it! Why are you struggling?” Whitney manages to get Kylar’s trousers down to his knees.

“I agreed to show her, n-not you!” Kylar hisses, keeping hold of his clothes.

Robin leans against you, “We can still leave."

“Whitney would hunt us down and make us do this in the hall,” you replay, not taking your eyes off Whitney and Kylar.

“Ha!” Whitney tosses Kylar’s trousers across the room, “Nice briefs, freak.”

Kylar’s face goes dark red at Whitney’s words. 

“Do you need more help?” Whitney asks, reaching for the hem of Kylar’s briefs. 

"S-stop it! I'll do it! Get off!"

Whitney climbs off Kylar, a smug smile across his face. Kylar scrambles to his feet, hands covering his crotch. 

"Aw, is the creep shy?" Whitney mocks. 

"Sh-shut up! Why do I have to go first?"

"'Cause I said so."

"I could go first," Robin offers.

"No," Whitney doesn’t even glance at Robin as he speaks. "Freaks first."

Kylar is shaking as all eyes come to rest on him. You try to catch his eye to give him some kind of reassurance, but Kylar keeps his head down. His hands tremble as he tugs off his briefs to expose himself. 

You clench involuntarily at the sight. 

"God, even his cock is freakish," Whitney laughs. 

Kylar tries to cover himself but fails, his hands too small and his cock too large. 

"No wonder you’re a fucking virgin, who'd want that inside them?" Whitney continues. 

Even though you hate the way Whitney phrased it, you can't help but agree with him a little bit. Just looking at Kylar's dick is making your pussy ache at the thought of it stretching you out. It would definitely hurt without some kind of prep work. 

Kylar starts to pull his briefs back up and Whitney turns, focusing on Robin. 

"You're up, loser."

"Do I really..." Robin starts but trails off when Whitney takes a step toward him.

Robin pulls down his school shorts and underwear in one movement. 

Whitney lets out another laugh, running a hand through his hair, seemingly in disbelief. "That's closer to a clit than a dick."

Robin's face goes pink but he doesn't try to cover himself like Kylar had. 

"Slut would barely feel it if you stuck it in her by surprise!" Whitney goes on with malicious glee. 

You feel heat creep up your face at Whitney’s crass comment. 

Robin's dick is small, but it's also cute. You’re sure if you said that out loud, Whitney would use it against Robin.

There's something about Robin's cock that makes you want to take it into your mouth, to play with it with your tongue. 

Kissable. 

Robin's cock was kissable. 

"Size isn't everything," Robin says, pulling up his shorts. 

"Says the guy with a midget dick."

“Says the guy who made everyone else go first,” you cut in, wanting to knock Whitney down a peg. “Why is that Whitney? Got stage fright? Performance anxiety?”

You only know that your words bother Whitney by the tightness of his smile. 

“Nah,” he says, locking eyes with you, “saving the best for last.” Whitney doesn't break eye contact as he undoes his belt with practiced ease.

Goddamnit.

Whitney had a nice-looking dick. It was larger than average in both length and girth, but not so big as to worry about it hurting too much. 

“Like what you see?”

You tear your eyes off Whitney’s cock. He’s watching you, a hungry air about him. 

“Wanna taste?” he asks, giving himself a lazy stroke. 

“T-that's not what we agreed to!” Kylar calls from the other side of the room, having found his trousers. 

“We agreed she’d get to pick.” Whitney counters, never taking his eyes off you. 

“Who had the best penis,” Robin butts in, “not who to have sex with!”

“Same difference,” Whitney says with a shrug. “C’mon slut," he gives you a lecherous grin, "make your pick.”

Kylar (+++Love --Jealousy | --Confidence | --Dominance)

Robin (++Love ++Confidence | +++Jealousy | --Dominance)

Whitney (+++Love +++Dominance | +++Jealousy | ---Confidence)

I can’t decide (+/-?)

#degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #tw body shaming #cw body shaming

[kisskissbanggang]

Provocation pt. 2

[3.9k words/15min Read, Lee Know x Female Reader - Non-Idol!au - NSFW/Smut w/Plot - Pegging, Situationships, Light D/S, Minor Bondage, Unexpected Identity Panic, Hyung Kink, Suit Kink, Feelings are Hard]

[Part 1 | Come Say Hi!]

Minho called you hyung.

Minho called you hyung, and he was now currently locked in his bathroom in a mortified ball of nerves. You were both still only partially dressed as you tried to reason with him.

“Minho,” you half-sympathetically, half-sternly called through the door, “you need to let me in so we can talk about what just happened.”

“I promise you, we can talk about this later,” Minho barked back.

You sighed, stooping down to sit on the floor in front of the bathroom. Another sigh could be heard as Minho presumably joined you on the floor from where he sat inside.

“You can tell me if there’s someone else,” you gently offered.

Minho could be heard uncomfortably shifting behind the door. “There really isn’t.”

You paused for a beat, trying to decide what would be best, but instead coming up with two equally fine options that you couldn’t quite choose between at the moment. “Do you want me to leave?”

“... Yes, please. But not because you did anything.”

“I didn’t think I had,” you assured him, “but I’d appreciate it if we talk about this.”

“I’m already working on it.”

“Just… Call me, okay? Or text me…? Bye, Min.”

“Of course. Thanks. Bye.”

And, yeah, you didn’t think you’d done anything, but that didn’t stop you from freaking out once you quickly got dressed, grabbed your things, and rushed down to the parking garage to your car. You and Minho were not serious by any means. Minho was not expected to be committed to you whatsoever. And even though you thought you had a grip on this, finally had a grip on Minho and where the two of you stood, you still caught yourself so lost in thought that you ran a stoplight and nearly rear-ended the car in front of you. 

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A husky, beleaguered sigh exposed how annoyed you were with yourself and all of this, and you pulled up to the one cafe on the street that appeared to be open. There was a rare parking spot and you took this as a sign. The cafe was familiar now. You’d been here once before you and Minho fooled around at the museum. Actually, you and Minho ran into each other here, accidentally ordering the same drink. The memory of getting so flustered over him gave you butterflies. 

Lovely Cup was appropriately cute, with a counter up front, some booths and tables, and another counter near the back. This counter was where you settled upon, collapsing onto a barstool. Your head fell into your hands after you took the empty mug from its spot in front of you and flipped it over. Thankfully, you watched as your mug was filled – except a compact mirror was also slid across the bar top to you. You picked up your head and sheepishly pointed at the small mirror, looking for your mystery benefactor. The waitress on the other side of the bar smiled sympathetically.

“Is this for me?” you asked. 

“You look like you’re having a rough night,” the waitress explained, “and I didn’t want to be the stranger to just fix your hair like some psycho.”

Embarrassed yet grateful, you flipped open the mirror and took a look. Sure enough, in your hurry to flee from Minho’s apartment, you hadn’t tended to your ruffled hair or smudged makeup. You quickly patted down and roughly brushed your fingers through your hair before grabbing a napkin to smear off what excess makeup you could. Once you were as content as you figured you would be, you closed the mirror and held it back out for the waitress to retrieve.

“I like your bracelet,” you meekly complimented when she reached for the compact.

“Thanks!” the waitress beamed, chipper, giving you a better look at the simple band holding an American penny as a charm. “What brings you in, then? Trouble in paradise?”

She jolted when your gaze shot back up at her. You must have been giving her a look. 

“Sorry,” she quickly apologized, “I know it’s rude to pry.”

“No no,” you reassured her, “I’m just… wondering if it was even paradise to begin with.”

“Have you been together long?”

You thought about this while you sipped on your coffee. “Like, together? Not really. We’ve been seeing each other for a bit, but I don’t necessarily think we’re together.”

“I don’t get it,” the waitress replied flatly. “So what do you do with him? Do you see each other, like… outside of the bedroom?”

“We, uh,” you stalled, trying to think about it. “We go to yoga together sometimes. We get drinks, we go dancing, we’ve been to Ikea a few times, nothing I haven’t done with casual dates before–” “Wait,” the waitress interrupted, flabbergasted. “I’m sorry, you’ve been to Ikea? Multiple times? With casual dates before?”

“Well, no, that one’s been exclusive to this one, but–”

“But did you just pick up some new dish towels, or a whole new dresser?”

“I helped him pick out a new bed frame,” you abashedly clarified while you recalled the one morning you both finally got a bit too rowdy for his wooden four-poster.

“And you were both civil about it?” the waitress carefully asked. “You pointed at one and said ‘that one’ and he just went with it? Or maybe he said ‘no, this one’ and that was that?”

“No,” you heatedly ranted as you recounted how it happened, “because Minho is exactly the kind of idiot that likes to coordinate materials in each room and the whole kitchen is already accented in iron and the whole bedroom is accented in oak, and I told him twenty times that an iron bed frame would look amazing with the color palate and–”

You paused now, catching the waitress expectantly leaning back against the counter, arms folded with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh my god,” you miserably grumbled once you dropped your head back into your hands, “I do actually really like him. I think we actually might be a thing.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as platonic Ikea dates,” she mused, “not ones where you’re asked to help pick something and then fight over it.” The waitress stepped forward, tentatively helping lift your head out of your hands and topping off your coffee. “Did you just now realize you might be a thing? Or, for that matter, that you might be serious about him?”

You chewed on your lip, thinking back to that first morning after, the one on Minho’s balcony you shared following your tryst at the museum. “No,” you decided, “but it’s the first time I’m really acknowledging it.”

“Because something happened tonight that made you doubt it?”

The waitress paused when you curiously wondered how she knew that.

“I'm guessing,” she awkwardly explained with a gesture towards you, from messy hair to blotchy face, “based on… You know.”

You sighed. “I think he wants something more than I can provide him and he doesn’t know how to tell me that.”

“Is he stubborn? The proud, bottle-it-up type?” She paused, waiting for your exhausted nod. “Then how do you usually get him to open up about it?”

“Honestly? I usually confront him about it so forwardly that he has to step up to the plate or walk away until he can.”

“Couldn’t have suggested a better plan myself,” the waitress contentedly nodded her head.

“You seem to know the type,” you grinned.

“My boyfriend apparently works in an office that breeds guys just like yours, that or they employ them exclusively.”

You sat up a little expectantly, your interest instantly piqued. “And you snapped him out of it?”

“God, no,” she wheezed, “I’m not a magician, and I’m definitely no saint myself. We’re learning we have to – god forbid – talk about things, so I think your confrontation method could help start that up.”

“As long as you’re sure,” you smirked.

“As long as you report back,” the waitress smiled. 

You dug into your purse and grabbed a couple bills to set on the bar before she slid them back. “My treat,” she insisted. “Pay when you have a better night.”

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A confrontation seemed easy enough. You reviewed everything that had happened in the bedroom before Minho’s little slip. In the quest to cross things off both your lists in what you “brought out” in each other, you had finally found out how Minho enjoyed both giving and receiving. You were just warming Minho up when it happened, and your cleaned rubber member and harness had been sitting in your bag even while you bemoaned your woes to that waitress in the cafe by Minho’s apartment. 

And, now that you and Minho were hanging out again, even though you still had not talked about that night, you had a chance to try and start something.

Minho was getting ready at his dresser for another night out, checking his shave in the mirror while he spritzed some cologne onto his wrists to rub together and dot onto his neck. He jumped, but instantly melted into you when you came up from behind and nuzzled him behind his ear. 

“You smell good,” you softly murmured into his skin, “I love this cologne on you.”

This was going great. Minho even responded positively to you getting a hand on his hip and pressing up against him. You subtly grinded into him for a moment, savoring the way Minho was beginning to relax and roll his hips back against you, when you tried to take it a step further.

“You know,” you teased, letting the lilt in your voice make Minho shiver, “I brought something you may be interested in trying again–”

Minho disappeared from under your grasp so fast you were reeling.

“Hah, I knew it!” he triumphantly accused. “I knew you’d try to spook it out of me!”

“Minho,” you scolded, “we still haven’t–”

“I’m still not ready!” Minho excitedly countered. “You’ll either have to wait or try harder than that. Now come on, our reservations are in thirty minutes.” 

With that, Minho gleefully kissed you on the cheek and went to grab his keys while you stewed.

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Try harder. 

You were currently going mad doing just that, laying in your bed and staring at your ceiling. What else happened that day that Minho slipped up? You had texted each other in the morning and you told him you’d pick him up for drinks after work. You had gone to Minho’s office, a ridiculously nice building with five receptionists just at his company’s front desk alone. Minho had been running a little late from his meeting and you saw him down the hall when he emerged, yukking it up with the guys on his team as they spilled out of the conference room.

They were still talking shop, laughing obnoxiously and swapping crude jokes when you self-consciously noticed maybe four sets of eyes had landed on you. One was Jisung, of course, who simply gave you a cheery wave while he bantered with the others. He was already fairly aware of what was going on between you and his brother, and even though it still wasn’t a conversation you’d really had yet, nothing seemed to be ruining their relationship. Not to mention that as the younger of the two, Jisung absolutely was not Minho’s hyung, regardless of whether or not they were fully brothers which they assuredly weren’t. 

The other set of eyes on you for a moment belonged to Seungmin, which made you both bashfully jump for a second. Seungmin did eventually explain himself and apologize profusely, just like he promised Minho after your run-in at the museum, but it wasn’t exactly like the two of you were friends all of a sudden. The last two sets of eyes on you were, of course, Minho, almost looking relieved to see you – and someone you’d never seen before. 

The young executive appeared to be in charge as, no matter how many times anyone glanced at you at the end of the hall, they were all listening intently to every word he said. This stranger was undeniably handsome, someone perhaps Minho’s age or a little older, unmistakably defined under his ludicrously nice suit, and very well taken care of, whether that was by himself or someone else. 

And Minho, particularly, had been paying careful attention to him, up until the moment this mystery man clapped a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and led him down the hallway away from their group. 

With the exec gone, Minho had finally jogged over to you, almost in a rush to get going now. “Thank god,” he’d enthused with a devilish gleam in his eye, “that was torture. Meetings like that always get me so fired up, I could tear you apart right now.” He may have even looked a little flushed, now that you came to think about it.

So maybe it was the meeting? Made sense. Work probably got him all mixed up. 

You probed Minho about his job a little more diligently from that point on, waiting for just the right day when you finally got what you were looking for.

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>>Ugh, today is torture. I’m not looking forward to my meeting this afternoon, but I’ll survive.

<<How about I pick you up and we can do something after? I’m sure you could blow off some steam.

Easy as that, you were back in the lobby of Minho’s office waiting for his meeting to get out, and it was the same dance all over again. A friendly wave from Jisung, a tepid glance and nod from Seungmin as he hurriedly excused himself to go badger some young intern, and a cryptic gaze you caught from the nameless executive before Minho jogged up to you, except he paused a few steps away this time. He really did seem frazzled again, maybe a little flushed again, and he was very aware of your outfit.

You’d gone with a suit, for the first time since you met him. It wasn’t particularly masculine by any means, you still had on a nice pair of heels and a cute cropped top under your suit jacket draped over your shoulders, but you’d gone with a suit nonetheless. The idea was to get under his skin in just the way he knew you liked to, maybe bring the meeting into the bedroom.

And it definitely felt like you struck the intended nerve when Minho accidentally slammed you into your dresser back at your apartment, having skipped drinks or a date whatsoever and going straight to afterwards. 

“Sorry, sorry– ow!” Minho grunted against your lips when you returned the favor, turning you both so you could back him up against the dresser.

“What’s got you all worked up, Min?” you sweetly asked, maintaining an alluring edge while you slipped off his tie and jacket.

“Just work stuff– fuck!” Minho gasped when you whipped his belt out from its loops. You dropped the belt on the bed behind you before you got his tie back between your fingers. He sucked in a sharp breath as you draped the neck tie over his eyes and knotted it in the back. Next, his belt was wrapped meticulously around his wrists. Minho jumped.

“This alright?” you carefully asked. Minho nodded adamantly, letting out a content sigh with a shiver of pleasure when he felt your fingers trace down his shirt, unbuttoning your way down his toned chest before you brazenly smoothed your palm over the rigid length in his slacks. “You know what I want to do to you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” Minho taunted, cracking a grin at you, still flustering you even while he was blindfolded. You gently squeezed his hard-on again, making him involuntarily flex inward with a groan.

“So you do want to try again?”

“Please,” Minho nodded, quietly cursing as you ran a hand over his shoulders before you pushed him face first into your bed.

“Then be good and sit still. I’m right here.”

Minho shivered again when you stroked a hand down his back. With the relaxed and flared fit of your suit pants, you’d managed to wear a low-profile harness unannounced, making this a fairly easy transition as you picked out a non-threatening model from your modest collection of toys and a bottle of lube before you sat on the bed and dragged Minho closer by his bound wrists. He was so serenely compliant as you stroked his hair with one hand and fed your dildo between his lips with the other. Minho let out a groan, something you couldn’t stand to ignore until you reached over to push his slacks and briefs down. Now Minho was obediently bent over your bed before you knelt up to admire him, savoring the fake phallus in his mouth before you reached back with your other hand and began to soothe and caress your fingertips down to his ass.

“Baby,” Minho whined, “more–”

“No,” you gently tutted at him, “not baby. Tell hyung what you want.”

“Oh come on–!” Minho sputtered, backing up in your hold a second before he let out a sharp moan when you rubbed into his entrance. You momentarily relinquished the rubber cock while you coated your fingertips in lube before you returned to teasing him.

“Come on, Min,” you prodded, “you can do this. I know you love the way I get under your skin.” You knew you were being ruthless, punctuating your taunt with a thrust of your fingers. Minho shuddered and bent over more into the bed. “Tell your hyung what you want.” you encouraged him again.

“I–” Minho gasped as he rocked back against your fingers. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, hyung.”

“There we go,” you praised, “such a good boy for hyung.”

You slid the forefinger of your other hand under Minho’s chin, tilting his head around towards you so you could give him a deep kiss, the caress of your tongue on his making him whine even more against your fingers. This was, in fact, a million times easier – and maybe even better – than your previous attempt started out. Once you were satisfied with his stretch, you slid your cock of choice into your harness while you strode around behind Minho. You gently, sweetly swept his work shirt down his biceps but kept it on him, looking almost pretty slung off his shoulders like this as you took your time rocking your length into him.

“Oh fuck,” Minho whimpered, “it’s so good, hyung, it’s so fucking good.”

The sheer deviousness you felt from getting such a reaction out of Minho made you feel invincible, made you feel unstoppable and irresistible in a way you’d never experienced before in having your partner be so pliant and submissive. You gripped onto Minho’s hips as you fucked him. He was really putty in your hands, letting you work him over however you wanted. If you lightly slapped the soft skin of his firm ass or teased his nipples, he whined. If you hooked a finger or two into his lip, he hungrily lapped at the digits. It was so good, that just the small friction from thrusting against Minho was adding to the intense arousal coursing through you. When you reached down to play with his cock, you found his hot length was coated in precum.

“So wet for hyung, aren’t you,” you teased, “are you close?”

“Yes, hyung, fuck,” Minho cursed, “if you keep this up I’ll cum.”

“Good, baby,” you praised, “tell me how you want to do it.”

“Ah fuck, I don’t know,” Minho shook his head with a broken laugh, “just keep fucking me.”

“What if,” you grinned, pumping as deep as you could and getting a good cry out of him, “what if you fuck me?”

“What?”

Minho went rigid against you at your suggestion.

“Fuck your hyung, baby,” you cooed with a grin as you slipped his blindfold off, “fuck me and show me what you can do.”

Your exploratory remark worked amazingly as you tried to get a feeling for what exactly Minho wanted out of this. Maybe too amazingly as you slipped Minho’s improvised restraints and blindfold off before he immediately grappled you down onto the bed. Right away, he quickly stripped you of your suit pants. Your legs were roughly kicked apart and pinned up when Minho pulled the crotch of your harness aside to tease his length into you.

“Oh– fuck– Minho, show me what you want, give it to me,” you desperately goaded. It was almost cute, the way Minho grabbed your fake erection and stroked it while he sank into you. 

“You feel so good like this, hyung–” he choked out. 

“Close your eyes baby, really feel what you're giving me,” you instructed. Minho did as he was told, letting his eyes fall shut and soon enough, his hips fell into a smooth rhythm even while he had you practically bent in half. 

“Gonna wreck you, hyung, really show you what you’ve been missing,” Minho groaned under his breath as he fucked you harder. You bit into your lip, letting Minho fully fall into this fantasy the best that you could help him to do. It almost felt sinful, how much pleasure you got out of Minho living out whatever it was going through his mind. By now, Minho’s breaths were growing more ragged and you held down a moan, feeling your own orgasm coming soon, too. Minho’s hips rocked hard against you as he had you almost folded in half with your knees in your chest while he continued stroking your rubber cock, giving you just enough friction to finally ride off this high into a blissful orgasm. Your head pressed back into your sheets as you gasped and sighed around Minho’s length. He wasn't far behind, it seemed, and now you wrapped your legs tight around him. 

“Oh, fuck, hyung,” Minho hungrily moaned, groaning deep as you grabbed onto his arm for support, “I’m going to cum inside you so goddamn hard. Fuck, hyung – oh fuck, Chan, I'm gonna–”

Chan?

Minho's fingers clawed into your hips as he shuddered inside you, but your eyes had snapped wide open while his own stayed dazedly shut. 

Who?!

He shakily gathered his breath before he carefully withdrew from you, and ultimately collapsed on the bed beside you. 

“So…” 

“Hmm?” Minho asked, half lucid, face still in the sheets.

You were internally screaming.

But that was too fucking bad.

You steeled yourself with a composing breath.

“I was just wondering… just now… You said Chan.”

Minho’s eyes flew open now. He hadn’t even realized what he’d said. The bed rocked, the mattress squeaking with how fast Minho scrambled to sit up. Now he was internally screaming.

You both could only stare at each other for a minute. 

And all you could think to do was supportively hold his hand. 

Minho was mortified, staring at his hand in yours until he coughed out a miserable laugh. “I… Heh, I guess… You really do bring it out of me.”

“You don’t have to,” you carefully encouraged, “but can you tell me who that is?”

Minho had already assured you there was no one else, and you trusted him. There was no way it was actually so bad. It all had to be nerves. 

Right?

Minho clearly fought with himself, back and forth a few times, before grabbing a pillow. You watched as he pushed it into his face and got up off the bed, cursing into it while he walked back into the bathroom to lock himself in.

Square one.

Maybe it wasn’t just nerves.

[Who's Chan?]

[To be continued.]

#lee minho smut #lee minho fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #skz smut #previous parts in my masterlist! #do you know how LONG i've been sitting on this and I'm FINALLY ready to go after it again? AMAZING

[shubblelive]

LOVER ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

₊˚ʚ summary | wilbur shares a snippet of a song he wrote on stream. ages later, chat freaks out.

₊˚ʚ genre | fluff

₊˚ʚ warning | none

₊˚ʚ pairing | cc!wilbur soot x fem!singer reader

₊˚ʚ featuring | cc!wilbur soot

₊˚ʚ pronouns | she/her

₊˚ʚ word count | 0.7k

₊˚ʚ note | super cliche but oh well blame taylor swift

after he moved to his office, wilbur couldn't just bust out his guitar whenever he wanted. so whenever his chat saw his guitar in his streams now, they knew it meant something.

"softboy release?" he chuckled as he read out a message. "no, sorry, chat, this is something else." he fiddled with the tuning pegs, strumming absentmindedly as he tried to make sure it sounded right.

he was nervous about this. he knew that his chat would lap up whatever content he fed them, but he was more worried about the implications behind the song.

he finally got the guitar in tune, and he started rambling before he could stop, knee bobbing up and down with nerves. "so, chat. this is a bit of a special song, and it's a bit different than usual. i'm only sharing a bit, but i promise you'll hear the whole thing. i wrote it… i wrote it with my girlfriend,"

he watched as chat whizzed by, trying his best to read it. a lot of people were asking if it was one of his ex girlfriends, so he spoke up again. "she and i have been dating for a few years now. we never really cared much about telling people, it just like wasn't something important to us. of course, i love you guys, but you're all aware that i'm a pretty private guy. i'm a secretive man," he cracked a grin, trying to keep his tone light despite his growing anxiety. so far, all the comments he'd seen were super supportive. "but, we wrote this together, and our vibe was- we were going for a 70s wedding reception, and i think we really managed to capture it. i'm only sharing a bit, so i hope you enjoy."

he adjusted his mic, and began strumming. "we could light a bunch of candles, and dance around the kitchen, baby. pictures of when we were young would hang on the walls. we'll sit on the stoop, i'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty. i've finally got you now, honey. i won't let you fall."

he finally looked up at chat, subtly changing the chords he was playing as he spoke. "uh, so that was one of the verses, and here's part of the bridge,"

chat was freaking out as much as he'd expected, but a majority of them seemed to love the song. it wasn't like his other songs, wry sarcasm shining through lines about his misery. this one, everyone could see that it came from a place of pure love. there was nothing funny, or witty about it, because he didn't want to take away from the message of the song: he loved you.

"look in my eyes, they'll tell you the truth. the girl in my story has always been you. i'd go down with the titanic it's true for you, lover," his voice broke a little on the name of the boat, but no one noticed.

your entire timeline was filled with videos of him singing. captions of screaming, talking about how focused he was. his eyes were shining as he looked at the camera. "how are we feeling, chat?"

the stream continued. he spent a lot of it just chatting, but right before he joined a call with phil he got a text from you.

you did so good, i love you <3

weeks passed. wilbur's viewers moved on to the newest memes, started screaming about his newer lore streams. your timeline would be filled with screenshots from tommy's vlogs.

that was, until your song dropped. wilbur's fans didn't notice right away, but you remember the first tweet you ever got.

am i the only one who thinks that lover sounds like that one song wil sang on stream a few weeks ago????

that's how it started, and soon there were pictures of you and wil separately, posted side by side on twitter at the same location. an instagram photo of you wearing sunglasses that he wore a few months later. someone even edited his vocals onto your song's backing track to compare.

it ended with you posting a picture on instagram, with wilbur reposting it on his socials. you were sitting in his streaming chair, beside the neon sign of his name.

your hands were framing the sign, wilbur soot. the caption you both put on the picture was the same; my, my, my, my lover.

#mcyt #mcyt wilbur #wilbur soot #fluff #mcyt x y/n #dream smp #dsmp x y/n #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x fem!reader #wilbur #wilbur soot fluff

[danosrosegarden]

Creep - Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: panty sniffing, Edward being a pathetic little sub, sex on stream, pegging, spanking, choking, degradation.

Note: dedicated to you freaks. You know who you are. ;)

Edward could drown in the scent of your slick. It was liquid silk, smooth as velvet. It had him under a sparkling, magical spell. He was splayed out on the fluffy blankets of your bed, legs spread wide open, trembling furiously as he stroked himself with a frantic hand. He panted and mewled like a needy kitten as he held your panties to his face and inhaled, long and deep. The splotches of white, sticky slick were like the fluffy clouds of heaven to him. "God, Y/N, I wanna cum..."

His heart slipped from his heaving chest down into his knotted stomach as the bedroom door flew open.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

You had already forgotten what you had come into the room for as you gaped at your boyfriend: flushed cock twitching in the cool air, nipples hard and wet with glossy saliva, eyes oiled over with thick, glistening lust.

"I-I'm sorry!" he blurted, his round cheeks lit aflame. "Y/N, I'm so sorry!"

You would never let him know it, but a burning fire was cracking in the depths of your guts as you watched him scramble to cover himself. "Were you sniffing my panties?"

Edward balled them up in his hand and threw them behind him, his emerald eyes glossing over with searing tears of shame. "I'm so, so sorry!" he blubbered, his face a deep, blistering red.

You stepped towards him and held your hands out, taking his quivering body into your warm arms. "Oh, my sweet boy. It's okay, baby, you're okay." A false sense of security went a long way with him.

He sniveled and looked up at you, moist eyes glittering in the light. "Really? I-It's okay?"

A wolfish grin crept across your lips as your fingers snaked their way into his hair and tugged. "No, actually. I don't think it's okay. I think you're a fucking freak, Eddie," you spat with broiling venom. He whimpered as you pulled on his hair, fat tears dripping on your hot skin.

"Seriously, what a pervert. I can't believe you. Such a disgusting little creep. Were you thinking about me while huffing my scent? Thinking about me while rubbing your nipples?" You reached out to pinch one, and he squealed. "Oh, how to punish you..." Edward let out a quiet whine as you hissed your acid-laced words at him. An idea shone bright as a lighthouse beam in your mind.

"Imagine your viewers watching you sniff my panties, so desperate for me."

His eyes went wide. "No, Y/N, please..."

You stood from the bed and crossed your arms. "Follow me. I've got an idea."

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What the fuck did I just click on?

Riddlr is this rlly u?

Who's she?

You sat at your desk chair. Your breathing was shallow behind the mask. You felt the rubber become wet with your breath as you watched the comments flood in on Eddie's phone. Besides the mask, you had stripped him completely bare, giving him lazy pumps with a loose hand as he sat still on your strap.

"Hey, guys," your muffled voice spoke. "I'm sure you thought this was going to be yet another video of emotional rambling and promises to cleanse the city."

You grinned under the mask, your smile shimmering with devilish flare. "That's not what's going down today. Your vigilante...your hero...your savior, was caught red-handed today jerking himself off while sniffing my panties."

You couldn't help but watch the eager comments; some wrapped in a whipping whirlwind of pure confusion, others drooling over the spectacle.

Seriously who tf is she?

Wanna see that strap get put to good use!!

Is it weird if I say he has a nice cock? Like damn bro it's so thick...in a heterosexual way of course...

You giggled and tightened your grip on Eddie's shaft, ignoring his pleading whimpers. "Oh, I think they like you like this, baby," you whispered in his ear.

"This is pathetic," he mumbled. "This...this is humiliating!"

"It's your fault, bitch," you spat.

You imagined him under the mask: beaming with sweat, dribbling warm spit, desperate for filling. "Creep," you said lowly. "Little fucking creep."

With that, you grabbed hold his hips and rocked into him once. He groaned, gravely and crackling. "Mmm--more, more, please!"

You dug your fingers into his throbbing scalp and yanked him forward.

"You don't tell me what to do, got that?"

"Y...yes, ma'am."

Damn she's mean. I want her.

You rocked your hips roughly into him a few more times while he cried out, his nails gripping into the desk as he knocked the wood into the wall.

"You like it, you slutty little freak? You love this cock, don't you? Fucking weirdo."

He moaned as he laid his head down on the desk. You grabbed him by the skin of his neck and pulled his face up.

"Nuh uh. You look at the camera, dirty little whore."

He lifted his head up, a gleaming river of drool dripping out from his mask.

"Say it."

He looked to you with saucer eyes, big and wet and pleading. You wrapped your hands around the soft skin of his throat and squeezed.

"Look into the camera and say you're a dirty little whore."

"Fuck you," he hissed, his voice gargling from the pressure.

"Oh? Really? That's how we're playing it? Guess I'll just stop, then." You lifted his hips up and guided your strap out of him. He instantly mewled, and you cackled at his weakness.

"No, please! I'm sorry! I-I'm a dirty whore! I'm your little bitch! Please, please fuck me!"

"There we are," you purred. "Was that so hard?"

Edward growled as you slowly slid back into him and thrusted gently. You reached your hand around and toyed with his cock before picking up the pace.

"Oh, that feels so good," he whined. You grinned and squeezed his shaft.

"It shouldn't. This is punishment," you said before laying a harsh smack on his ass. He cried out and bounced on you faster.

"Disgusting bitch. Disgusting. You love this, don't you?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded wildly. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Hmm, yeah? You gonna make a mess all over my hands? Do it, then. Make a mess. Be a good boy and cum."

He choked out a strangled groan, hot cum seeping from his tip and painting your hand.

Edward panted for a moment before fumbling forward and grabbing the phone. "Alright, alright, you got what you wanted, now I'm ending this thing." He ended the stream and ripped off the mask. You smiled at seeing his face: red hot and luminous with sleek sweat.

You studied the cum glazed across your hand for a moment before grinning.

"Open up, sweet boy. Come get a taste."

#Eli's writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

[squadrah]

got inspired by the awesome dilf post, so please: la squadra as milfs???

I'M SOBBING, here we go I guess!! I'm dialing this one to eleven!!

Risotto: She's giant in every way so everyone else appears quite small next to her. She's usually in the kitchen or her kitchen garden, picking fruit from her trees without needing so much as a stool to reach most of them. Rumor has it she once slapped a wild bear in the face with her chancla to defend her family, and if asked about it, she will modestly look away and murmur, "Anyone else would have done the same." (The bear never came back, by the way.)

Formaggio: You can tell she used to be a hardcore punk: she still sports a buzz cut, with red lipstick and golden hoop earrings to add some bright colors. She's top heavy and proud of it, so she makes sure to show ample cleavage and likes to wear leather jackets. She loves to go out and constantly organizes outings for her friends and family; has never missed an event, and has never left an event without drinking something. A dangerous flirt.

Prosciutto: She's extremely overcommitted, and how she hasn't gone insane yet from micromanaging everything from work to her entire family's smallest concerns is a mystery. Her children are still affected by her leaning in and papping their cheeks, and the impression is even stronger on covetous strangers. Only ever lets her curly hair down for evening parties, at which point she basically transforms into into a femme fatale. Pegs like a battering ram.

Pesci: Always overcome by severe gender dysphoria whenever she compares herself to her more feminine peers, but she makes do with cute and novel ways of styling her scant hair, nice patterned tops and trouser skirts. She's often shy, but sometimes has her bold moments that suggest she could be a real firecracker if properly encouraged. Does a lot of heavy lifting that reveals ridiculous core strength and flexibility. Loves dancing and rhythm games.

Ghiaccio: The only one in yoga class who wishes you were allowed to scream out loud, and the only parent who, if their child takes up a sport, will take up that sport herself both as a form of support and as a means of bonding with her child and people her age. Is a health freak and makes kale smoothies, but since her legs look great in tight pants and her tits are rock hard, she's clearly winning. Has probably never had an orgasm, so there's a good challenge.

Melone: How is she still alive, and why does she still look like a barely aged scene girl? Nobody knows, not even her, but she's happy to lounge on her designated bean bag chair in cute pajamas and her laptop always on. Be careful around her: her brain is oversaturated with niche Wikipedia articles and she'll tell you all about them as soon as you're near enough to hear, and you might in ten minutes find yourself painting her toenails while she's reading your horoscope.

Illuso: Oh, she is the ultimate Karen. Luscious hair styles, immaculate manicures, the latest mom fashions, and a holier-than-thou smirk that instantly makes the manager homicidal. Knows her coupons and discounts more than the Bible but she's dressed to the nines every Sunday flashing that mass stipend to let everyone know she's more generous of heart than they could ever be, then whines at the barista about her order. Teases her children mercilessly.

Sorbet: That one esoteric plant witch who loves her orchids more than her own children, and would become a certified hermit if she could. Since she's stuck with her family, however, she stalks around her home like she's embodying Morticia Addams, and talks to everyone in a dry and ominous tone. Watches too many murder mysteries and cooks mushroom stew right after. You are welcome to indulge her obscure opera obsession, but watch out.

Gelato: The whimsical happy-go lucky mom that every fanciful child dreams of, the type who builds blanket forts in the living room, thinks that everyone deserves a little treat always, and actively assists whenever anyone around her wants to try something new and possibly dangerous. Has nearly burned down her house a dozen times but she keeps toasting marshmallows in bed with a blowtorch. Hope you have insurance if you decide to engage.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #still crying at this ask i hope yall like it!!!

[queerfables]

911 season 5 liveblog part 3

5x10

I'm finding it hard to believe these women are busy squabbling with each other when their husband has been blatantly lying to both of them

And they both have kids who are probably feeling very confused and upset right now maybe go take care of that

Lmfao Hen's advice about what Buck should get Taylor for Christmas. "Don't overthink it just make sure it's sweet and something she needs and also shows you know her really well" SO HELPFUL

LOL TAYLOR IS JUST AS BAD AS HIM AT THIS

Thank God for Athena telling these two women exactly what I've been wanting to say

Awwww they're bonding

Noooo lady ask him out you can do it

Awwwww he likes her too even though he hated the present she got him. Cuuute.

Oh NO Chris is freaking out about Christmas because he's worried about Eddie T_T

Oh jeeze Eddie so does not need a child frantically asking if his dad is dead right now

OK Buck's present to Taylor was crazy romantic

Oh no Eddie's leaviiiiing.

I'm sure Evan "Abandonment Issues" Buckley is gonna be super chill and normal about that

5x11

Lol at Hen's revolving door of partners

Oh God horrible??

This show has actually really desensitised me to TV injuries involving the bone showing, that used to be suuuch a major squick for me

Omg Eddie is doing 911 dispatch? Please. How long is that going to last. He's perpetually 0.5 seconds away from climbing out a third storey window to rescue a kitten. Eddie trying to keep himself out of danger by coordinating 911 responses like an alcoholic trying to pay for therapy by working at a bar.

Oh he's doing PR? That's so much worse. He'll be stir crazy in a week.

On one hand, Buck should probably not broadcast his scepticism over Eddie's career change quite so loudly. On the other hand he is meeee so how can I judge him.

It's very romantic of the wife to wanna take over driving in this Speed re-run for her husband but wasn't the whole point of Eddie's call that they can't switch him out?

Yeah so this is the kind of thing I mean though, how is Eddie supposed to watch from the sidelines while the people he cares about put themselves in danger doing the job he loves?

Oh no Eddie, left on the outside

Lol yeah Athena pegged it. Bobby's bullshit about trying to find the ~right person~ as if that has ever mattered so much before. Buck hated Eddie at first and Bobby told him to get over it.

I really love that Athena rides solo. Her being the only cop and the one who works without a partner, compared to all these firefighters who work as a team, and I don't know, I just think it shows up in some really well crafted ways in everyone's characterisation and the ways that Athena is a little different from the others.

Wow this lady is really hitting on Buck

Buck do not???

Buck stop this????

Oh he's so drunk

Hen you are giving Buck terrible advice

Yeah no that's better telling the truth is the only option but oof this is not gonna be good

I am having some thoughts and feelings about how Buck's spiral over Eddie leaving is manifesting as kissing the last person he jumped onto the roof of a car with

I'm gonna get weepy again, Chris is such a good kid and he loves his dad so much

Lol at how Eddie's response to Bobby benching him for his own good is identical to Buck's

BUCK NO

Come on you'd done the hardest part she knew something was wrong and honestly in the grand scheme briefly kissing someone else is not that bad

But now it is VERY bad

You asked her to move in instead of telling her

At this point the only thing you can do is change your name, move to another country and pray she never finds you

Oh shit Lucy is transferring here isn't she

Buckley you are fucked

5x12

Maddie! I've just been thinking about how much I missed her

Oh Maddie honey

And Chimney!! Hi Chimney

Aaaah them finding each other again gave me chills

They're two of my fav characters I've really missed them

Oh no I just full on started bawling when Maddie started singing "the wheels on the bus" to jee-an. That song is one of my son's favourites and there were a few months where singing it was the only thing that would calm him down. I was already way too emotional imagining myself in Maddie's shoes and I guess that was the breaking point lol.

Then Maddie and Chimney started singing it together and I got teary all over again

Oh this is bad I cannot have a hair trigger weeping response to the wheels on the freaking bus that's so dumb

5x13

"We broke up" what the FUCK

Lol at Maddie and Chimney catching up on all the gossip from the 118 while they've been gone

Erg, the bends is my nightmare, it's one of those human body related things I'm squeamish about

Lol Buck you are being SO weird about Lucy it's very funny

Eddie really looks like he's not doing so hot

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body" for fucks sake. you would have internalised that, wouldn't you?

Well at least Buck knows it was dumb

Urg, spiders, another nightmare :/

Yeaaaaaah this is real bad Buck

Holy fuck the woman just dousing the mugger and then herself in gasoline

Omg the fact that Eddie is having a breakdown and Christopher is freaking out and the person he calls is Buck T_T

God this is awful for Chris though

Oh jeeze, Eddie. This is awful.

Man this is devastating but in some ways I'm happy Eddie finally reached a breaking point and let himself feel his feelings

I'm also really happy that Christopher had someone he could call. That kid has been through enough.

5x14

Oh Eddie

Buck drew a heart that's so cute

Buck you REALLY should have told Taylor everything. She is going to find out, you know that right? That's literally her job description

I'm really liking this arc for Eddie. I don't know, his primary coping mechanism seems to be to compartmentalise and shut down the difficult feelings and it's been good to see him externalise a bit more. It's shown a different side of his character I think.

#911 abc

[mackjlee9]

[Kintober 2022]

Character & Prompt;

Ushijima Wakatoshi| Pegging

•|word count; 666|•

Warning; ftm!reader, strap is referred to as cock later on.

Having known Ushijima since childhood meant he knew a lot of things about (M/n), especially, his gender.

(M/n) was born a girl, but ever since he was little he's always hated wearing dresses, skirts, and having long hair. One day, he got tired of being misgendered, and that led to him impulsively cutting his hair, his mother freaked when she saw what he had done to his beautiful long hair, but (M/n) cried and yelled at her.

"I'm not a girl!! Stop treating me like one!"

Ever since then, even though they were reluctant, his parents accepted (M/n) for who he is, a boy. But with that came a lot of issues and complications. Especially when it came to schools. (M/n) was still being treated like a girl, which cause the poor boy to get angry, involving himself in fights. He was misgendered and referred to with the wrong pronoun more times than he could count, but there was someone, apart from his parents, who treated him like a boy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Being friends meant that he also got called names for hanging out with a weirdo, but he always responded, with that nonchalant expression on his face, "There's nothing wrong with (M/n), he's a boy like you."

(M/n) could never thank him enough for being there for him through all the bad times he had to experience.

//////

Except that now, Wakatoshi had a different way to support (M/n).

There was an important match for the national team representing Japan in the Olympics coming up the next day, and Wakatoshi wanted to release some pent-up stress so, like a good boy, he cleaned up his body and stretched himself, getting on the bed fully naked while he waited for (M/n) to get out of the shower too.

Looking around, his green eyes caught sight of the strap that (M/n) placed on the bedside table, blushing as his entrance throbbed as he thought of what (M/n) would do to him. And there he was.

Walking out of the shower shirtless, wearing only his boxer briefs, in his hand a hand towel to dry his hair. His (e/c) eyes looked up from the ground, making eye contact with Ushijima, who rubbed his thighs together, his cock pressing against his underwear. Showing him a gentle smile, (M/n) threw the towel on the couch of the hotel room they were staying in, and got on the bed, slowly caressing Wakatoshi's knees and thighs, pushing his legs open.

(M/n) leaned down to kiss him, his hands caressing his tender skin softly, an action that got the opposite reaction of what he was expecting. Ushijima whined against his mouth, "Just fuck me already, (M/n)."

Trying to hold back a smirk, (M/n) reached his hand out to grab his strap, securing it around his waist and thighs, making sure it wouldn't come off or it wasn't too loose. Ushijima whimpered at the sight of his boyfriend's cock, placing his hands under his knees and holding his legs spread, exposing his twitching wet entrance.

(M/n) aligned his cock to Ushijima's hole and slowly pushed inside him, watching him frown and bite his lip as his body quivered at the feeling of being filled. After a few seconds, where (M/n) heard Ushijima start to whine and whimper, he replaced the male's hands with his, pressing his knees against his chest and fucking him in a mating press position. Listening to Ushijima's cries and begs to fuck him faster and harder, pounding his prostate and watching him tear up.

He stuck his tongue out, drool dripping down his cheeks as (M/n) fucked him dumb, unable to think of anything that wasn't the big, thick cock stretching his insides.

Well, his stress was gone now, and he'll be able to play tomorrow thanks to (M/n).

#.mackjlee9's kinktober #.kinktober 2022 #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #kinktober 2022

[buckysgrace]

Thirty Three

The next morning was  awkward. Billy could barely meet her eye as he’s once again dragging himself around. He didn’t look chipper, and didn't speak as fast. She felt a pang nipping at her heart, sure that she had been the one to knock him down a peg.

“Are you okay?” She asked him quietly as she walked closer to him, noticing the bags underneath his eyes that seemed to appear overnight. Billy closed his eyes quickly, rubbing his head like he had a headache coming on. 

“You don’t have to keep asking me that,” Billy sighed deeply, “I’m fine.” He shook his head in irritation as he continued to stare down at the table in front of him. She paused, wondering how she could best comfort him. She was beginning to feel bad for how last night had gone. She hoped his reckless streak had ended, although she didn’t want to see him cocooned in his room again. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” She told him truthfully, “I just got freaked out.” She admitted as she held her hands flat onto the table. Billy glanced up at her, his curls resting messily against his forehead as he sent her a solemn look. She frowned, noticing the way he was stoic and hidden away. 

“It’s okay,” He told her gently, “I shouldn’t have driven like that.” He admitted as he pushed his hair out of his face. She walked around so she could look at him better, smiling softly as she tried to ease the tension in the room. 

“You know, you do feel lots of things,” She told him as she leaned forward to kiss his soft nose. She didn’t particularly care if anyone saw them either. She knew that Billy needed to hear this, to feel it,, “You love me for starters.” She reminded him as she rubbed her fingertips along his back. 

“I feel so empty, all the time.” He whispered a second later, his features tightening together like he was frustrated with himself. She continued to rub circles into his back, wishing there was an easier way to comfort him. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” She told him, not really sure how she could comfort him, “What can I do to help?” She asked him hopefully as she brought her fingers up to his strong jaw. She squeezed his skin softly as he peered up to her, his lips curling up gently as he rested against her palm.

“Nothing,” He told her seriously, “It’s not your problem.” He brushed her off easily, like it was no big deal. She felt a frown forming on her lips as she thought about it. She didn’t want him to think that he had to deal with this on his own. 

“It’s not a problem,” She responded quickly, “Anything is better than feeling nothing. Even if you’re angry. I understand.” She told him quickly as she leaned forward to kiss his nose again. Billy sighed deeply as he nodded his head in agreement. 

“We should go,” Billy replied as he stood suddenly, “Or you’ll be late for school.” He told her pointedly, like it was something to worry about. She really didn’t care about school, not when he was feeling so bad at the moment. 

“Okay,” She whispered as she stood up, “I’m excited for the Halloween party, aren’t you?” She pulled her hands up to play with her hair, wondering if she should admit to what she had almost agreed to do with Calum and Audrey. She supposed it could wait. 

“Yeah,” He nodded his head, “Should be fun.” He brushed his shoulders, not looking very excited as he walked away to gather the other two teens. 

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Billy didn’t seem any happier as the rest of the day had passed. He didn’t keep himself hidden in his room, but he was quiet. Almost remorseful as he inspected the decorations that he’d bought. Kim felt at a loss, having no clue on how she would be able to help him.

The night air was dark, the moon high in the sky as she fluttered her eyes open. She felt her eyes widen, fearing that she was having another nightmare before she felt Billy’s warm body behind her. She slowly relaxed. 

“Billy?” She whispered out tiredly as she shifted in her bed, tilting her head to the side as his lips trailed against her neck, “What are you doing?” She asked him tiredly as she began to blink the sleep away from her eyes. 

“Please,” He mumbled, his voice raspy as he kissed along the curve of her cheek, “Need you so bad. Can’t get you off my mind.” He groaned, a small whine leaving his lips as he moved his hips down against her soft body. She felt her eyes suddenly widen at the feeling of his cock against her skin. He was already naked, like he’d been thinking about this for some time. 

“Billy,” She sighed softly as his fingers traced along the dip of her thighs. She watched as an odd grin formed on his face, as he looked back towards her with a certain mischief, “I have school tomorrow.” His lips were everywhere, pecking over her face. She shut her eyes, giggling softly as his movements were a bit rough and sloppier than usual. 

“Don’t go,” He begged her as he slowly kicked her legs apart, bringing her knees up higher as he began to grind himself against her panties, “Fuck. You feel so incredible.” He whined, the sound tickling her ears as the pleasure rose in her stomach. 

“What’s gotten into you?” She giggled softly as she brought her hands down to his hips, letting him continually rut against her. She gasped as he began to press himself against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure up her body. 

“You,” He breathed out quickly, “Come on. What do you say? Just a quickie.” He begged her, his eyes flashing desperately as he searched her features. She licked her bottom lip, nodding her head quickly. Her period had ended that morning, she wasn’t worried about bleeding everywhere at the moment. 

“Okay,” She giggled to herself, gasping at the way Billy began to roughly tug her nightgown off over her head. Her back barely hit the mattress before he was ripping her panties off, acting as if he hadn’t had her in the longest time, “You’re needy.” She teased him softly, gasping as he pressed his fingertips against each of her nipples before he squeezed them harshly.

“For you,” He smirked down at her, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched her, “You’re so beautiful, Kim.” He breathed out deeply, his features looking more than lustful as he peered at her features. She felt a flush settling over her body at the intense way he was watching her.

“Thank you,” She whispered softly, “You’re so very handsome.” She teased him as she brought her palm up against the side of his cheek. She rubbed his skin softly, noticing that there was more stubble against his cheeks than usual.

He grinned as he rolled them over, placing her on top this time as he shifted comfortably onto the pillows. She giggled at the sudden motions, feeling a little lightheaded as she rubbed her fingertips across his chest. 

He breathed out deeply, shuffling her down a little further until she was resting over his heavy cock. She bit her lip, staring down at his leaking tip as she felt the warmth coating over her cunt. She slowly reached down to stroke him, gaining a loud cry from him.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked him softly. Rosemary had helped her set up a doctor’s appointment, but she feared that she would run out before it got to that point. 

“Do we need one?” He asked her with a soft laugh. He huffed for a minute before he reached over, fumbling in her drawers until he pulled one free, “Fine.” He grumbled softly as he quickly tore the plastic open with his teeth. He breathed out deeply as he slid it over the head of his cock, like he was sensitive to the touch. 

“Have you been touching yourself?” She teased him, her stomach churning in pleasure from the breathless moans that were leaving his lips. His dilated eyes turned towards her, wide as he moved his hips up with the movements of her hand. 

“Yeah,” He replied huskily, “Been thinking about you. Wanted to feel your cunt so badly.” She blinked for a moment, feeling a flush spreading over her from his words. She felt her desire growing between her legs as she continued to stroke his cock, her heart hammering at the excitement that grew within her chest. 

“Oh,” She giggled softly, surprised by his honesty as she pressed his tip against her wet hole, “Let me help you then.” She whispered softly into the night hair as she slowly slid his fat tip inside of her. She sighed softly, enjoying the stretch as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. 

Billy mewled underneath her, his groans coming out broken the deeper his cock slid inside of her. Kim could feel her walls tensing around his girth, her clit throbbing at the loud sounds he was releasing. She liked how needy he seemed, like he hadn’t felt anything this good before. 

“Jesus,” He grunted even louder as he snapped his eyes open to peer up at her. He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down the length of her body before he stopped at her stuffed cunt. He sighed deeply as he brought his hands to her thighs, rubbing her flesh as he slowly jerked her body forward, “You feel incredible.” He whined as he rutted his hips up against her.

“So needy,” She teased him softly as she dragged her nails down his toned chest. She slowly rocked her hips forward as she balanced her weight on her knees, beginning to set a pace for the two of them, “Did you miss your little sister that much?” She felt her cheeks heating up at her own words, but couldn’t help but speak them. His desperate whines filled her with a new surge of confidence.

“Missed your tight little cunt so much,” He groaned as he continued to move his hips with the motions of her body, making her bounce against his cock a little faster, “Wanna feel you all night long.” He breathed out, his eyes flashing like the brightest stars as he moved his hands up and down her sides. She jolted softly, moaning as his tip pressed against her bundle of nerves.

“I have school,” She reminded him softly, gasping as he linked his ankles around hers and thrusted his knees high into the air. He dug his fingertips back into her hips, holding onto her tightly as he roughly began to ram his cock into her wet pussy. She fell forward a bit, her palms falling onto his shoulders, “Oh, God.” She whimpered, rocking her hips backwards in an attempt to feel more of him stuffed inside of her. 

“Skip,” He groaned desperately, gripping her hips as he moved her along the curve of his cock, “C’mon, stay with me. I’ve missed you so much, don’t you wanna be with me too?” His voice was raspy, tickling her sensitive bud. She was nodding her head before she knew what she was doing, not quite ready for the pleaser to go away.

“Yeah,” She whined as he hit her bundle of nerves again. His eyes flashed in enjoyment, watching her closely as he rocked her down along his cock, “Wanna be with you.” She confirmed, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He grinned, his curly hair sticking in sweaty clumps to the front of his forehead.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed as he brought his hands up to her perky tits, squeezing them roughly in his calloused hands. She bit back another moan as he began to pinch at her nipples and jolts of pleasure began to race down her body, “What a good little whore.” He looked up at her intensely, his features knitted together in pleasure as he stared up at her.

She nodded her head, the back of her neck beginning to feel sweaty as she moved herself up and down the length of his cock. Their moans mingled together in a nice harmony, bouncing off the walls as she let her head fall back from the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

Her pussy clamped down around his throbbing cock, squeezing him tightly as he continued to pinch and pull at her pink nipples. She whimpered against him, squirming from the sensation as he began to thrust up harder than before. She gaped as his balls roughly smacked against her skin as his sounds grew louder and louder.

She leaned down suddenly, silencing her own loud moan as she crashed their lips together. Billy responded just as eagerly, moving his hands to the back of her neck as he pushed her closer to him. Her movements stalled as he continued to fuck up into her, pressing his cock deep inside of her fluttering walls while his tongue flicked against her lips. 

She opened her mouth, a small pool of drool falling into his before he greedily licked it away. His tongue pressed roughly against hers as he began to kiss her sloppily. He held her head still as he licked at her tongue, circling his tongue around hers as he continued to rut his hips up into her.

She whimpered against his mouth as he circled his lips around her tongue, sucking harshly as she began to flick her tongue against his mouth. Her clit hummed in appreciation, her walls beginning to clamp down around his cock as she felt her orgasm approaching.

She clawed at his skin, unable to warn him as she suddenly came roughly around his cock. She whined against his mouth as she squirmed on top of his dick, her body jolting in pleasure as he continued to play with her tongue. He licked at her tongue and lips, like he could inhale her sounds of pleasure.

“Billy,” She finally was able to whine, her body trembling as he continued to keep the same brutal pace. She rocked her hips backwards, feeling a little overstimulated but still enjoying the feeling of his cock pressing into her, “Oh God.” She sighed in bliss as she dragged her hand down his body until she was met with his warm balls.

He groaned loudly underneath her, his own whimper falling free as she squeezed his balls in her fingertips. They were growing wet from her slick dripping down his cock and onto his skin. He pressed himself deeply into her like he was going to cum, but nothing came forth. He huffed in protest before he flipped her onto her back.

She squealed at the sudden motions, giggling as her back hit the mattress. Some of her pillows bounced off of the bed before they rolled onto the floor. Billy wasted no time in roughly turning her onto her side, then kicking her leg over his waist.

“What’s gotten into you?” She giggled softly as she tilted her head, enjoying the feeling of his lips roughly pressing into her skin. She sighed deeply, feeling a shiver race down her back as he dragged his teeth against the sensitive area near the crook of her neck.

“It wasn’t working anymore,” He finally grumbled out, his teeth clamping down on her skin as he filled her with one fluid motion. Her eyelashes fluttered shut as she was once again stuffed full with his hard cock. She sighed blissfully, licking at her lips as he began to thrust into her again, “Wanted you like this.” He responded as he nibbled at her skin again.

“Oh,” She gaped, her pussy feeling sensitive from the orgasm she’d just had. She whined as he gripped a hold of her waist again, squeezing harshly while he dragged his cock in and out of her wet cunt, “S’nice.” She breathed out softly as he licked the sweat away from her cheek. 

“Little whore,” Billy seethed as he gripped her chin, forcing her back to look at him, “Just gonna let me fuck you like this?” He questioned, as if she would ever want to deny him. She nodded her head lazily, gaping as he spit roughly against the side of her cheek.

His saliva dripped down her cheek, trickling into her parted lips. She licked it away greedily, enjoying the taste of his spit on her tongue. He groaned loudly, pressing his cheek against hers as he shoved his cock deeper inside of her. She squealed softly, biting down on her fingers as he roughly pressed his tip against her bundle of nerves. 

“Yes, yes,” She cried out loudly between her fingertips, almost feeling the need to cry at how good it all felt, “Wanna feel more.” She told him honestly, gasping as she did her best to grind back against his thick cock. 

He huffed in response, his teeth continuing to press into her skin as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She reveled at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of her cunt. She whimpered, her walls squeezing around the curve of him as she savored the way his veins and ridges rubbed against her spongy walls. 

Her mind began to swirl, filling with pleasure as he rocked into her deeply. He was moving hard and fast as he roughly squeezed at her thigh, keeping her in place as his cock throbbed inside of her. She gaped, her head jolting forward from how roughly he began to thrust into her. 

“I love you,” He breathed out warmly as he tilted her head towards him again, “I love you so much.” He told her quickly, his voice still raspy as he peered at her features. Her mouth fell open in bliss as she tried to drink in the image in his eyes. They were blown wide, looking at her desperately like he was willing her to say the words again. 

“Love you too,” She squeaked out as she struggled to look at him, “Ah, fuck. Oh God.” She felt her toes curling, her thighs threatening to press together if his grip hadn’t been so tight. He kept her legs wide, as she came for the second time that night.

She cried out a little louder this time, scrunching her eyebrows tightly together as her walls pulsed around his cock. She whimpered, her mind full of pleasure as he dragged her body closer to his. He peppered a series of kisses along her cheek, cooing softly as he guided her through her orgasm.

“So good for me,” He murmured as he brought his hands up to her tits again. He squeezed at her flesh roughly as he nipped at her earlobe, groaning deeply as she continued to squirm against him, “You’re such a good girl, Kim. My good girl.” He clarified a second later as she struggled to catch her breath. 

“I try,” She giggled softly, still breathing hard as he pulled his hard cock from her cunt. She pushed her short hair from her forehead, looking at him confused as he rested his back against the headboard, “What are you doing?” She asked him, her pussy beginning to throb again as he began to pump his wet cock with his hand.

“Feels good,” He whined softly, his hips jerking up harshly. She stared in awe, unsure of how he hadn’t managed to cum yet. He motioned her towards him with his free hand, grinning as he watched her shaky movements, “Let me see you.” He urged as she crawled up towards him. 

“BIlly,” She gasped breathlessly as he shifted her onto his lap, moving her like she weighed nothing before he was sliding his cock inside of her cunt again, “Jesus. You haven’t come yet?” She squeaked out softly, her clit throbbing harshly. She gasped loudly at the intense pleasure that traveled up her spine. 

“Not yet,” He groaned desperately as he rocked his hips upwards, “Just wanna feel you cumming around me. You look so pretty. You sound so good.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder as he moved his arms underneath his knees.

He pulled her into a tight position as he held her knees up towards her chest, then wrapped his fingertips against the back of her neck. She whined loudly as he slowly began to grind his hips up against her. She closed her eyes tightly, her boobs beginning to move with his frantic motions. 

“Oh my God,” Her toes curled as her head fell backwards as he roughly bounced her up and down his cock. Her body protested, her cunt squelching loudly at how wet she was. She was already clamping down around him, like she was unable to take another orgasm from him. 

“Let me take it off,” Billy begged as he squeezed his fingertips around the back of her neck a little harder, “I can’t cum with it on. I need to feel you.” He pleaded with her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her mind still fuzzy as she realized he was speaking about the condom. 

“Billy-,” She rocked her head forward, beginning to agree with him as he began to pound his cock up harder into her. She paused to lick away some drool that was beginning to slide from the corners of her lips. 

“Please, please,” He continued to beg as he messily thrusted up into her, “I need it so badly.” His groans came out split up as he sighed loudly, his movements more frantic and deep. She nodded her head quickly, unable to form words as he continued to drag his tip against her bundle of nerves.

He easily lifted her up with his right arm, holding onto her tightly as his cock slipped from her wet cunt. She whimpered at the sensation of being empty, already missing the sensation of being stuffed with his cock. He messily ripped his condom off before he was slamming into her again, his moans even louder suddenly.

He thrusted up harshly, his balls hitting slapping against her skin again as he moved her up and down the length of his cock. She whimpered, unable to move at all as he roughly held her in place. She cried out as he bounced her, continually hitting against her g-spot as he roughly fucked up into her. Her body felt like it was on fire, like everything was burning as the pleasure simmered inside of her. 

“God,” She cried out, unable to help herself as her toes curled in pleasure, “God, God right there.” She pleaded with him, unable to say much else as her whole body shook. Billy groaned as his lips dragged against her shoulder blades.

“Being too loud,” He chastised her as he slowed down his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out of her cunt slowly as she whined in protest, “Should I gag that pretty mouth?” He tsked as he pressed his cheek up against hers again. She shook her head mindlessly, feeling too overwhelmed as his cock continued to brush against her most sensitive spots.

“No, no,” She whined, trying to control her tone as she inhaled deeply. It only seemed to push him in deeper, like her cunt was swallowing him whole, “I’ll be quiet.” She whimpered pathetically, unsure if she was really able to keep her promise. Billy grinned again as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

She could barely move her lips against his as the pleasure became overwhelming again. She could feel her near growing closer, despite it being such a short period of her being on his cock. He groaned loudly against her ear, his teeth dragging against her skin again as he pressed her down harder against his dick.

“Billy,” She moved her hand back behind her head, searching for anything to hold onto as she clawed at his skin, “I’m, I can’t-,” She stopped herself, mewling as her body jerked forward as she came around his cock again. Her walls shook around his throbbing cock. Billy sighed deeply, laughing quietly.

“Did that feel good?” He chuckled as he slowly set her down, his hard cock once again slipping out of her wet cunt. She whimpered as she laid herself onto her stomach, letting her fingertips travel on the mattress. Her pussy was beginning to burn in a nice way, her clit throbbing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head mindlessly as the pleasure still raced through her body. She gaped in surprise as he moved behind her, pressing her ass high into the air, “More?” She asked him in doubt, feeling like she’d never come this much before.

“Don’t you want to cum again?” Billy teased her as he traced his fingertips across her ass, “I like hearing you like this. You’re so good for me. Can we do it another time? It’ll feel good.” He promised her as he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder blades. She let out a shaky breath, her thighs still burning from the position he had her twisted into. 

“Uh huh,” She answered slowly, surprising herself as she nodded her head in agreement. It was like a little game, trying to see how far she could push herself, “You always make me feel good.” She admitted, her eyes feeling glazed over as she turned back to look at him.

He grinned, like he was proud as he rubbed his cock against her sensitive clit. She cried out, her hips jerking forward before he gripped her body and held her in place. Her legs continued to quiver, like they’d give out on her any second. 

“S’alright,” He murmured as he pressed his fat tip inside of her again. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she welcomed the familiar feeling of his dick inside of her walls. She gaped as she dropped her head face first into the mattress to silence herself, “Such a good girl for your big brother. You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock.” He whined as he slowly pulled out of her cunt. She breathed in deeply, waiting in anticipation as he slid back inside of her wet walls harshly.

She couldn’t form words as he kept a tight grip on her hips, keeping her ass high in the air while he slowly dragged his hips back before ramming his dick back inside of her. She could feel a squeal lingering on her lips, building in her chest as he moved her body along the length of his cock.

She gripped the sheets tightly between her fingertips, her thoughts feeling like they were slowly melting away as all she could focus on was how good Billy was making her feel. She rocked her body back against him, crying out as he brushed against the all too sensitive spot that was deep inside of her.

He groaned louder as he moved his hands down next to her shoulders, his fingers moving into fists next to her skin as he laid overtop of her. She squealed in bliss as he roughly began to press his cock even harder into her. Her walls throbbed at the sensation, her clit aching from how overwhelming the pleasure was.

“Billy,” She cried out as she moved one of her hands up to grip his wrist. She held onto him tightly, clinging to him as he continued to move her body roughly across the mattress. The sheets were dragging across her body as his movements became more frantic, “Yes, yes, yes!” She wiggled underneath him, unable to form any other words as she rocked herself back against him.

“You feel so good,” His tone was just as desperate and needy, his movements sporadic and deep as he clung to her. His fingertips dug into her flesh hard enough that she was sure he’d leave marks on her. Her thighs shook so hard she was sure that she would collapse underneath him at any given second, “Jesus, Kim.” 

She couldn’t form a response as he continued to pound against her g-spot, making her head fall into the pillows in pure bliss as liquid pleasure traveled through her veins and down her back. Her body felt all too hot as sweat began to drip down the nape of her back. She could feel the bed shifting with his rough movements, pushing her further and further into the mattress. 

“Oh God,” She cried out, her toes curling tightly from the pleasure she was experiencing. She squirmed even harder, pressing herself closer against him as he reached a hand down and began to play with her clit, “Billy, fuck, fuck.”

“Such a good girl,” He cooed at her, making her insides squirm in anticipation as he rutted his hips harder into hers. She breathed out, her eyes rolled back as she felt her high approaching once again. She rolled her hips back in desperation as her sensitive clit writhed from the feeling of his finger against it, “You’re such a pretty little slut, you know that?” She was taken aback as his free hand gripped her hair and yanked her harshly back against him.

She blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of her surroundings as she dully nodded her head in response. Everything felt too good. From the way his cock was pulsing inside of her wet walls, to the way his sweaty chest was pressing against her back. She enjoyed the sensation of his warm breath against her ear before he yanked her head further back and collided their lips together.

She whined against his mouth, her lips left parted as she was unable to follow through with his motions. It was messy as he licked around her parted lips before he darted his tongue in and out of her mouth. He brushed his tongue against hers, rubbing them together as a pool of their spit trickled down her chin. 

She cried out again, cumming just as hard as her whole body shook this time. She was fairly certain her eyes may have crossed from how intense it all felt. Her clit was throbbing, overstimulated as he continued to rock into her. He pressed his fingertips in slow circles on her clit until she could take no more and was brushing his hand away. She felt like her cunt was dripping, leaking all over into the mattress from how wet she currently was. 

“That’s my good girl,” He praised in bliss, “So good taking my cock like this.” She fell forward in a lip pile, groaning as her face hit the pillows. She could still feel the tip of his cock inside of her as she fought to catch her breath.

She felt her eyes widen at the sensation of him slowly pushing into her again. She felt a gasp freeze in her throat as her body protested from how oversensitive she suddenly felt. She had no idea how he’d gone this long without cumming as she was fairly certain he had reduced all of her to mush. 

“Billy,” She whined underneath him, her body still quaking from her latest orgasm as he continued his same brutal thrusts, “Too much.” Her legs had given out and he was completely on top of her, straddling her hips as he rutted his cock inside of her. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. She didn’t know if she had another round in her. 

“Sorry, baby,” He was whining, his eyes flashing, “You just feel so good. I’m almost there, I feel it this time.” He reassured her, his words coming out in rough spurts as he spoke. She could feel her clit rubbing against the mattress, causing her to whine as the pleasure grew white hot. 

It felt so intense. He had her pinned down, rolling his cock deep inside of her cunt. His arms had moved around her hips, his weight completely on top of her as he fucked her into the mattress. Her fingertips felt numb from how harshly she was gripping the sheets. 

His groans filled the room as she tried to silence her own cries of pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around him, already feeling like she may be approaching another orgasm as he roughly pressed his cock inside of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to cum so many times and he hadn’t came once yet. 

“Wanna see you,” He mumbled harshly, his voice broken from his own pleasure as he roughly turned her around. She moved with his strong grip easily, her body unable to protest as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. He grinned, looking rather lustful as he traced a fingertip down her body, “You’re so good to me.”

“I think I should be saying that about you,” She told him breathlessly, her chest moving up and down harshly from being unable to catch her breath. She felt empty from him removing his cock, her walls still fluttering like she might feel him. Billy smirked as he brought his fingertips down against her clit, “Oh.” She jerked backwards as her body cried out from how sensitive it felt.

He pressed down a little harder as he moved his other hand towards her hips to keep her from wiggling away. He jerked his fingertips back and forth over her sensitive clit, rubbing her harshly as the sound of her wetness echoed in the room. She let out a strangled moan as one of her hands reached out to grip a hold of his wrist. 

It hit her quickly, like she had no warning as she felt her walls already crumbling underneath her. Billy moved his fingers against her clit in a way that she didn’t know was possible, like he knew the way her body worked better than she did. 

“God, oh my God,” She cried out, her body writhing worse than it had the first time. His fingers moved rapidly against her clit, pressing down harshly on the sensitive bud while his other hand pressed down on her abdomen to keep her still, “Billy, fuck!” She moaned out loudly this time, her body seizing as she came again.

It was as fierce as the first time he’d made her squirt, maybe even worse. She swore she was crying from how strong the pleasure felt. She felt like her mind had broken, like she was far away as her body experienced an all new high.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed, his eyes even more dilated as he watched her in awe. Everything felt too wet, too extreme as he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean. She looked down at him through hazy eyes, sure that some part of her had died and broken off, “You’re such a little whore.” He grinned menacingly as he gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him.

Despite being in a daze, she realized what he was meaning as she roughly pressed her hand up to his chest. She shook her head quickly, trying to form the words on her tongue as her head lolled back and forth. Her heart was beating so fast inside of her chest that she feared it may implode. 

“Use my mouth,” She said a second later, blinking hard as she glanced up at him, “Need a break.” She spit out roughly, still trying to decide if she was making any sense or not. Billy grinned from ear to ear, looking rather satisfied with her answer as he settled on his knees.

She felt like everything was moving slow as she found the strength to crawl over towards him. She winced as she fell onto her stomach again, her clit still throbbing as she did her best to keep the pressure away from her pussy. 

She roughly stroked Billy’s wet cock in her hand, noticing how swollen and red his tip was. He was pulsing in her hand, throbbing as he roughly jerked his hips forward. She couldn’t understand why he couldn’t release when he looked so desperate to do so. 

She still hadn’t fully caught her breath by the time Billy was desperately rocking his hips forward into her open mouth. She willed her tight jaw to relax as she licked around his tip, sucking away the remnants of her own cum as Billy loudly sighed above her. 

She pushed her hair behind her ears as she bobbed her head in the rhythm of his movements. She pressed her fingertips against his balls, massaging them slowly as she prayed that he’d find his release. Her body was growing tired.

She gagged as he roughly hit the back of her throat, unprepared to feel him do that repeatedly as she closed her eyes harshly. Drool fell onto her fingertips as she tried to keep up with his motions, but he seemed lost in his own flurry of pleasure. His groans were getting louder, more desperate as she swirled her tongue along curve and veins. 

“No, no,” He was shaking his head, looking desperate as he pulled her hair and removed her mouth from his cock, “Need your cunt. Please, please I need to feel it to cum.” He was pleading with her, begging as he looked at her with such need that she didn’t know how to handle. 

“I’m so sensitive,” Kim whimpered in pleasure as he tugged on her hair, “Let me just suck you off.” She tried to reason with him, even though she could feel her pussy clenching around nothing. There was no denying that she still wanted him, she had just never orgasmed this much in one night. 

“Please,” He gripped the curve of her cheek, “Wanna feel your pussy. One more time, I swear.” Her hips jerked forward, feeling the need to grind up against him. He laughed, obviously noticing her needy movements. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head slowly, barely having time to register what was happening before he was roughly flipping her onto her back. She felt like a little rag doll, like she weighed nothing as he jerked her around, “Oh God, Billy.” She moaned out, feeling like she was being stretched wide again as he slowly pushed himself inside of her sore walls.

Her body felt too warm, too sweaty as he held his hands out next to her head. She could feel her eyes fluttering as she tried to keep them open, but it was no use as he dragged his cock inside of her wet cunt again again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly in case she slid away from him.

“Feel good?” He teased her as he brushed his nose against her cheek. She nodded her head in bliss, clearly enjoying the way he was rutting his cock inside of her. She could hear the mixture of the two of them bouncing against the walls, creating their own dirty song as he licked the side of her cheek, “Jesus. You’re perfect.” He sighed deeply as he pressed all of his weight against her again.

“So good,” She cried out as she began to dig her nails into his skin, “You’re so perfect, Billy. Fuck.” She whined as she mindlessly clawing at his skin. He groaned just as loudly, their sounds of pleasure mixing as he spit along the curve of her lips. It took her a few seconds to realize it had happened and by then most of it had slid down her cheek and neck. 

“Such a good little whore for me,” He grunted roughly against her ear, “Letting me use your cunt like this.” He laughed breathlessly as she slid her fingers further down his sweaty back. She held onto his soft flesh, clinging to him like he might disappear if she let go.

She nodded her head mindlessly, her stomach already beginning to tighten and her toes beginning to curl as she felt her pending high approaching once again. She cried out a little harder, shutting her eyes tightly as it fully smacked into her. 

She felt her pussy clamping down around his cock, squeezing him harshly as she rode out her eye. She was gaping, her eyes clenching shut tightly as she clung to him. Everything felt like it was on fire, like it was burning with pleasure and it would never stop. 

“Kim,” He was whining, his voice raspy and full of awe as his hips finally began to stall against her skin. He groaned loudly, the vibrations traveling across her skin as he roughly gripped her hips. He exhaled harshly, his cock pressing into her deeply, “Fuck, fuck. Oh fuck, baby. Shit.” He squeezed her hips tightly, his nose scrunching up and his eyes shutting tightly as he came inside of her through breathy groans. She writhed underneath him, whimpering at her own pleasure as he filled her.

She was stunned, never before filling so much cum inside of her. She could feel it deep inside of her cunt, coating her fluttering walls. It was dripping out of her, dripping down the curve of her ass and onto her mattress. She gaped, her eyes nearly rolling back as she realized he was still cumming.

“Jesus,” Billy whispered lowly as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He breathed against her sweaty skin, his nose brushing against her as he whined softly, “That was incredible.” He whispered hotly as he wiggled his hips forward.

“Billy,” She whined out as she clawed at his shoulders, “I’m too sensitive.” She told him honestly, knowing that she had never cum so much before. Her thighs were shaking, her body feeling weak. 

“Sorry,” He chuckled softly as he kissed along the curve of her cheek, “Shit. That was nice though, right?” He asked her eagerly as he leaned back on his elbows. She nodded her head, closing her eyes softly at how fuzzy her mind felt as the pleasure continued to coarse through her body.

“Very nice,” She told him gently, “But I feel very weak.” She admitted with a giggle as she leaned forward to brush her nose against his. His lips tugged up softly in response as his eyes flickered with mischief. 

“I could lick you clean,” He mumbled before he dragged his tongue up the length of her neck, “Doesn’t that sound nice?” He asked her huskily before he brought his teeth down against her earlobe. She whimpered at the sensation of his hips pressing further against her sin. 

“I don’t know if I can take anymore,” She breathed out softly, “I’m sore.” She told him earnestly as she pressed her fingertips against his shoulders. She chewed on her bottom lip, fearing that she may actually be unable to move her legs by the time this was all over with. 

“You don’t want to taste my cum?” He teased her softly as he leaned back a little further. He looked at her amused, tilting his head as he awaited her response. She gulped as she watched his eyes darken again. 

“I didn’t say that,” She whispered softly, “Okay. Go ahead and be nasty.” She teased him softly, gasping loudly as he slowly pulled his softened cock from her pussy. She yelped, already feeling a sore sensation traveling up her body. She giggled softly, watching as he eagerly dipped between her legs. 

She sighed deeply as she squeezed the sheets, closing her eyes as Billy’s tongue traced up her soaking cunt. She squirmed and wiggled underneath him a little more than usually, her body jolting from how sensitive her clit felt. 

He swirled his tongue inside of her hole, slowly licking around her fluttering walls before he pulled his head away. He barely gave her time to open her mouth before he was spitting against her lips, watching in fascination as the cum dripped inside of her mouth.

She licked it away quickly, a little overwhelmed at how much there was. She winced as she swallowed it this time, but still enjoyed the taste of him. He looked a little too overjoyed as he leaned down to kiss her messily, pressing his tongue against hers roughly.

“Sure you can’t go again?” He teased her, his lips curling up into a smirk as he peered down at her. She felt her eyes widen as she quickly shook her head and wiggled out from underneath him for good measure. 

“I am positive,” She giggled softly as she laid down next to him. She looked over at the clock on the wall before she gave him a soft nudge, “Your mom will be up soon.” She told him quickly as she peered at his dreamy features. She felt a sense of worry travel through her stomach as she watched him, sure that there was something going on. She wished that he’d speak to her. 

“So?” He knitted his eyebrows together, looking like he didn’t understand what she meant. She shook her head softly, trying to keep from laughing at his confusion. 

“You need to go to your room,” She told him softly, “I don’t need to get in trouble for having my room locked again.” She told him seriously, thinking of the awkward conversation that had happened with Sam. 

“It’s not locked.” Billy said a second later as he crossed his fingertips over his stomach. Kim snapped her head towards him, looking at him in horror as she was sure that she had heard him wrong. 

“You didn’t lock the door?” She asked him quickly, hoping that he was just teasing her. He paused as he looked forward, like he was too afraid to meet her in the eye. She felt like something was off, but she couldn’t find it in herself to question him. Not with the way her body was screaming at her to sleep. She was exhausted, too tired to press as Billy looked at her wildly. 

“I was uh, occupied,” He grinned sheepishly as he leaned over to kiss her lips, “Don’t forget to act sick.” He told her pointedly, referencing that he still wanted her to stay home from school. She felt a little nervous to ask, but hoped that it wouldn’t be a big deal. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head softly, sure that it wouldn’t be a problem with as exhausted as she currently felt, “Love you.” She told him sweetly, grinning as he leaned down to pepper her lips with soft kisses.

“Love you too.” He mumbled before he gently stood. She watched with interest, admiring the curve of his body as he strolled out of her room. She sat up a bit, furrowing her eyebrows together as she realized he’d left fully naked. 

She waited for a few minutes, forcing her eyes to stay open as she waited until she heard Rosemary’s footsteps approaching down the hall. It took everything in Kim to crawl out of bed and to get her feet to move. She called out to Rosemary once, her heart pattering as she did her best to appear sick. 

“What’s wrong?” Rosemary asked curiously as Kim dragged herself to the doorway, barely pressing it open as she leaned her weight against it. Her thighs were sore, her legs shaking as she tried to balance herself. 

“I’m sick,” Kim fake coughed for dramatic effect, “Can I stay home today?” She asked softly, her voice coming out raspy from how much she’d moaned earlier. She breathed in deeply, her heart hammering from nerves as Rosemary inspected her for a moment.

“You do look flushed,” Rosemary hummed a second later, “Go lay back down. I’ll bring you some tea and set some soup out for later, okay?” She smiled sweetly as she gave Kim’s arm a soft squeeze. Kim nodded in response, pausing for just a moment before she shut the door and dragged herself back to her bed. Her legs felt so sore that they felt stiff, like they couldn’t bend in the right direction. She was hoping that some sleep would make her feel better. 

Kim collapsed into her bed, not caring about the dirty sheets or how she could sniff out the lingering scent of her and Billy. She felt tired; more exhausted than she had in a long time. She pulled the pillow to her face, her eyes shutting as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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“Come on,” Billy shook her softly, making her groan in response as she blinked the sleep away from her eyes, “Are you just going to lay in bed all day?” He teased her as he pulled her towards his chest. She sighed deeply as she stretched out, feeling her joints popping underneath her sore flesh. 

“I did say I was sick.” She told him softly as a smile pressed to her lips. She looked up at him, noticing that his hair was nice and neat as he began to drag his thumb across her lips. 

“You’re not,” Billy grinned as he looked down at her, “Come on. Let’s go to the beach. Or somewhere. Anywhere.” He told her quickly as a spark filled his eyes. She nodded her head, feeling like it would be a good idea to keep him occupied. 

“Okay,” She said a second later, unable to hide her own grin as she peered up at him, “You win.” She told him softly as she kissed his knuckles. He looked at her proudly, like he was happy with her answer. 

“Get ready,” He told her seriously although he bore a playful look in his eyes. He smacked the side of her upper thigh, making her gasp as he nearly brushed against her sensitive ass cheek, “C’mon.” He laughed as he tugged her up off the side of the bed.

“Are you going to watch me?” She asked him teasingly as she turned to face him again. His eyes lingered on her features for a moment before they traveled down the length of her body, resulting in a flush to spread over her body. 

“Maybe,” He grinned brightly, “I see you naked all the time, would that be a crime?” He tilted his head as his eyes fell back to her again, looking rather serious as he waited for her to speak again. She paused, opening her mouth before shutting it again. The thought of him just observing her nude made her feel shy all over again. 

“I think I need to shower,” She told him seriously, “And wash my sheets.” She added a second later as she felt a giggle come forth. He looked up at her amused as he stood up. She felt her heart hammering roughly in her chest as she was sure that he would approach her. 

“Go shower,” He told her quickly as he began to strip her bed, “I’ll handle this.” He told her softly as he bundled the sheets up into a giant ball. She watched him for a moment before she nodded her head in agreement and slipped free from the room. 

She tried to keep her shower quick, but the hot water massaged her sore muscles in a way she didn’t think was possible. Her bottom was still slightly sore as well, but she enjoyed the sensation. She felt a little giddy, thinking about how badly Billy had needed her. 

She slid into one of her white dresses that was decorated with small flowers before she pulled her damp hair out of her face with a small green scarf. She didn’t spend too much time on her makeup, deciding that mascara and lipgloss would be good enough. She didn’t want to go too overboard, just in case they were tight on time before Rosemary or Sam returned.

“You look pretty,” Billy grinned as he pulled her forward. He placed his hands on her hips, squeezing softly as he placed two fat kisses on each of her cheeks, “Are you ready to go?” He asked her softly, his mustache brushing against her sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” She giggled softly as she placed her hands down between them to squeeze his own, “What are we taking?” She asked him softly, feeling a little nervous as to what his answer would be. He tilted his head at her before he gave her a knowing look.

“My car,” He replied as he guided her outside. She held her fingers together, wondering if Sam had been doubtful of her lie. She couldn’t remember him coming to check on her, so she assumed that was a good sign, “Are you hungry?”

“I guess,” She told him as she slid into the leather seat. She shifted for a moment, her skin feeling raw as a nice ache settled over her, “Just something small.” She said a second later, really not feeling that hungry. He glanced towards her as he turned the car on. 

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“What are we doing?” She asked Billy as she leaned against him, still feeling tired from their long night. He rested his head on top of hers, breathing in deeply as he stared out towards the waves that were rolling against the shore.

He’d settled them down near the beach, but hadn’t made any effort to go swimming. He had set up a few towels for them to rest on after they finished eating. The air was a little chiller than usual, once again signaling the change of the seasons. 

“I don’t know,” He admitted at last, “I just thought it would be fun to sit here with you.” He responded as he carefully linked their fingers together. She looked down at his palm before she brought her free hand forward and began to trace her nail over his skin. 

“I am having fun,” She told him truthfully as she rubbed her cheek against his softly, “I just wanted to make sure that you’re having fun.” She told him truthfully, hoping that he didn’t realize she was asking him if he was okay again. She pulled away just enough to look at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be on his guard with her. 

“I like sitting here with you,” He answered simply as he glanced towards her, “It feels calming.” He nearly whispered to her as his lips slowly cracked into a grin. She watched him for a moment, enjoying the way his eyes seemed to match the blue of the ocean. 

“I like it too,” She responded, leaning forward just enough to lightly brush her lips against his, “What are you thinking about?” She asked him softly, noticing the distant look in his eyes. It reminded her of the waves that seemed to withdraw for miles before they crashed back against the sand. 

“I want to marry you,” He mumbled against her lips as he slowly traced his hand up the front of her thigh, pressing his fingertips against her skin, “Let’s go get married.” He replied, a grin forming against his lips before he puckered them against her mouth. She felt her eyes widen in surprise again as a flush spread over her body. She was still surprised to hear him admit such a thing. She couldn’t believe that he actually wanted to marry her. 

“Mhm,” She giggled softly against him, “I think we should wait.” She told him truthfully, but gently so she didn’t hurt his feelings. She hadn’t changed her mind on the subject, not yet. She was alright waiting until school ended, but she didn’t feel like it was right to rush to some priest to just have him do it for them. She wanted it to be special, something for the two of them to think back happily. 

“Why?” He looked at her confused, his dark eyebrows knitting together like he still didn’t understand what she meant. She breathed in deeply, feeling like something was slightly off about him. He’d never been so incessant about their future before. It worried her. It made her think that he was beginning to believe that they didn’t have a future. 

“My answer is the same as before,” She giggled softly as he peppered a series of kisses along her collarbone, “I don’t want to rush anything.” She told him honestly. She liked how they were now, even if they weren’t fully public yet. She thought she’d like to have time for him as her boyfriend, before he became her husband. Neither of their parents had created happy marriages, so she didn’t think it was a crime to wait until her and Billy were more mature. 

“How would we be rushing it?” He asked her curiously. She watched in fascination as the breeze picked up his longer blonde strands and moved them into the air. She reached up to lightly push his hair behind his face again. 

“I don’t think I’m ready right now,” She told him softly, “Not that it really matters, but I want your mom to know. I want things to be right with my mom first. I guess I want to fix everything else before we go forward.” She listed a few reasons, but she felt like there was more than just that. She didn’t think it would be right to just spring it on everybody, even though it would be her and Billy’s choice in the end. 

“Why should they matter when it’s about us?” He looked at her in confusion still, his eyes hardening a bit like he was searching for any lies she might be hiding. She scooted a little closer to him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. He was already the best boyfriend and she knew that he’d be the best husband one day as well. 

“I don’t want to end up like my mom,” Kim admitted softly, “Two marriages, or three, or who knows what she’ll end up doing with Wayne. She jumped into everything at such a young age and I want to feel like I can do better than her.” She rambled for a second as she tried to make sense of her thoughts. She didn’t want something to happen, then to never end up finishing high school. She didn’t want to struggle the way her parents had and create a marriage built on unfulfilled dreams and empty promises. 

“You are better.” Billy said truthfully as he nodded his head, looking as if he didn’t understand why she didn’t believe that. Kim chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as guilt began to gnaw at her stomach. She felt like she was fairly similar to Susan and it increased each day as her will grew smaller and smaller. 

“I want a happy wedding ceremony,” Kim grinned as she ran her fingers down his collarbone, “And I think you’d look really good in a suit and tie.” She paused near the base of his neck, grinning as she thought about it. 

She looked at him again, giggling at the baffled look on his features. She couldn’t deny that she had thought about him in a suit and tie multiple times before. It had always involved being at prom, but she supposed a wedding look would be even more fun to imagine. 

“A tie?” He shook his head as he laughed softly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She turned away from him, a little amused that he apparently thought it was ridiculous. She looked at the stylish outfit he was currently wearing and wondered why a tie would be such a big deal. She tried to remember if he had worn one when Neil and Susan had gotten married. 

“Mhm,” Kim mumbled in response, “And we’d need a wedding cake. And a song to dance to. We need flowers and a color.” She listed a few things off of the top of her head. She realized that a wedding sounded like a lot more work than what she was prepared for, especially at this time in the year. She suddenly flushed, realizing that people would be watching her dance and kiss Billy. 

“I can work with all that, except the tie,” He grinned at her, “I’m not sure about the tie.” He responded as he leaned forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. She leaned against his touch, smiling softly as she admired the freckles that were splattered across his cheeks.

“What about when I’m finished with school?” She asked him softly as she pressed her cheek against his hand. He held her up easily, pretending to think about it as a grin spread over his lips.

“I guess I can wait until then,” He said teasingly as he rubbed his hands across her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She grinned as she squeezed her fingertips against his shoulders. She leaned forward to press her forehead against his, enjoying the minty breath that rolled towards her, “I guess I can handle that you don’t want to marry me.”

“I did not say that,” She protested with a small laugh, “That was not what I meant at all.” She told him quickly, feeling guilty in case he truly did think that. She did want to marry him, but she just didn’t think it was the time yet. She didn’t want anything else to be rushed or sudden. She wanted to take her time with him, to have him for her own. 

“I know,” He smirked knowingly, “I was just teasing you.” He brushed his shoulder against hers softly before he looked forward again. She watched the way his features tightened, how tightly he held his fingers together as he stared off towards the ocean again.

“You know,” Kim started softly as she moved to link her fingers with his, “If there’s anything else you want to share with me, you can.” She tried to reassure him, knowing that there was something hidden inside of him. She thought of what Sam had said, but she was sure that it had to be wrong. Billy was just going through something very hard right now. He was experiencing a lot of things at once. 

“I know.”

“If I admit something, will you?” She asked him instead, not surprised that she had gotten nowhere again. She didn’t want to pry and have him snap at her again. She wanted him to open up, even if that meant carving a piece of her worries out first. 

“Alright,” Billy turned towards her curiously, “What’s on your mind?” He asked her softly as his blue eyes observed her. She paused as she held her fingertips together, feeling a little nervous as she looked ahead at the ocean as he had done. She thought of him as she watched the waves come crashing onto the shore.

“Sometimes I think I enjoy drinking,” She admitted, feeling a little ashamed as the words rolled off of her tongue, “Like I want to drink. All the time.” She continued to say, feeling like there was something heavy that was being lifted off of her chest. 

“So?” Billy’s question surprised her as she turned to face him. His eyebrows were raised high in amusement, his eyes sparkling as he watched her. He looked at her like she was silly, like she had nothing to worry about.

“I think that’s why I can’t sleep sometimes.” She pulled her fingers together, letting her nails sink into her flesh as she thought hard about how she’d lay awake for hours. Living with Sam had been a little bit easier, as there was clearly no alcohol hidden away. 

“You’re just freaking yourself out,” Billy told her quickly as he shut down her worries, “Your parents are both alcoholics. You’re just assuming the same is going to happen to you. It doesn’t matter how much you drink or when, just don’t get addicted.” He shrugged his shoulders, like it was that easy. She thought of how much he usually drank and nodded her head, thinking that he hadn’t been drinking that much recently. Maybe it really was that easy. 

“What if I already am?” She asked him hesitantly, almost fearing what the answer would be. She felt like she’d been avoiding this question for the longest time. It scared her to think about what the answer was. “You’re not,” He shook his head completely, like there was no way she could be, “You barely drink anyways. Don’t worry about it.” She breathed in deeply, nodding her head as she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“What about you?” She asked him hesitantly, nudging him softly to try and draw his answer out. He shrugged his shoulders as he looked ahead. 

“I don’t have anything to admit.” He said at last as he pulled his knees up towards his chest. She watched him, feeling a little worried at the way his walls were built up heavily again. He was locking her out and she was beginning to fear what he was so secretive about. 

“Nothing at all?” She asked, feeling a little disappointed that her honesty did nothing to affect him. Whatever was going on with him, he didn’t want her to know about it. She felt defeated, like she had done something wrong to keep him from opening up to her. 

“Nope,” He shook his head, “I haven’t been drinking, no drugs and I feel fine.” He said with a soft grin. She stared into his eyes, noticing how the expression didn’t match. She chewed on her bottom lip.

“But there’s nothing else you want to discuss?” She asked him one more time. Billy closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply, his shoulders tightening as his features twitched in annoyance. She looked down, nervous that she would upset him again. 

“No,” He said sternly, more harshly, “I’m fine. Drop it. Please.” He added a little softer as he opened his eyes to look at her, a hint of desperation lingering on his features. Her mouth felt dry as she nodded, knowing she was getting nowhere.

She had no reason to try and pull apart his statement to see if he was hiding something. He really hadn’t been drinking, nor to her knowledge had he done any drugs despite the mushrooms. He had told her more than once that it was the only thing that he had done. She could tell how different he’d been acting, but she was beginning to believe it had more to do with what Sam had spoken of. It made her nervous, sad even. She had no knowledge about these types of things, she had no idea how she could help him. 

For some reason her mind flashed to Dakota, but she quickly brushed that away. She knew it was her own insecurity speaking up for some reason. Perhaps it was because of her newfound reassurance with her drinking habits. Her mind just needed something to worry about, even though she knew it was a ridiculous thought. She didn’t know how to feel about any of this, it was all so new. So fresh. 

However, she did understand one truth. Whatever Billy was hiding, he did not want her to know. 

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NATLA - Episode 2: Warriors (3/4)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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It's funny to me when people critique the show by saying that 'Katara never needed help with her waterbending, she just taught herself to be a master and it's a bad lesson - it's ok for characters to struggle and need help' when…animated Katara taught herself WAY  more waterbending than live-action Katara did. Live-action Katara could barely lift any water at all before she got advice from another bender about the mindset (spiritual mindset) one needs to bend, then she needed the waterbending scroll to do any forms. In the animated series, she was doing a whole bunch of waterbending moves without any formal training at all - no consulting with Aang about how he bends either. She was doing great even before episode 9 when she gets the waterbending scroll. So in the animated version, she's a great waterbender with 0 help from anyone else and in the live action, she gets help from Aang, the waterbending scroll, Jet, observing earthbenders, the healers at the Northern Water Tribe, and Pakku's moves during their fight. So it sure looks to me like live-action Katara was much more steadfast and devoted to learning waterbending no matter how hard it was for her than the animated version.

I don't find Suki's interest in Sokka to be 'ruining' her character at all nor is it 'anti-feminist' for her to see Sokka as the embodiment of the outside world she never got to experience. She's extremely sheltered and here's a warrior from another part of the world - a cute one - who's interested in connecting to her too. It makes perfect sense that two teens in that situation would be drawn to each other and create a quick little romance. To me, it's a much better connection than 'sexist boy was mean to me, I beat him up, then once he apologized, I got a crush on him and kissed him'. Suki's whole thing in the animated series was 'I'm a warrior AND I'm a girl' and I think the live-action really fleshed that out and updated it to give her a bunch more power and character depth than she had. The 'I'm a girl, too' sentiment isn't just 'I want romance as well as warrior stuff' it was that she was a PERSON, too. A person with hopes, fears, wants, desires, dreams of the future and the desire to connect to something outside of the village she's lived her whole life in. No, the live action didn't 'ruin' Suki by having her 'simp' over Sokka from minute one. Personally, I think she's a much stronger character than she was in the animated episode.

Love Suki trying to flirt and connect with Sokka by being extremely awkwardly confident and thinking that people like it when you show them you're better at something than they are. It was so painfully relatable to those of us with zero game and gave us the same 'Suki beats Sokka's ass' scene without it being because Sokka is a sexist that needs to be taken down a peg - she literally thinks she's just connecting with him over stuff they're both good at. Sokka, understandably, is freaked out over it and bails, but comes around to her and seeks out training like he does in the animated version. He knows he's not the best warrior - even though he wants to be - and he's willing to swallow his pride and try learning. Plus I love us seeding in the idea that even non-benders can be badasses. It think that's something Korra really dropped the ball on since the Equalists quite literally were correct that benders are treated better than non-benders in the Avatar world. Sokka and Suki have to fight against that structural inequality and prove their worth in a world where bending is seen as making you better - and used to subjugate everyone.

This episode alludes to Aang's journey with Jong Jong where he hurts Katara with his firebending - in this instance, it's Aang remembering how he accidentally hurt ppl with his airbending because he was just more powerful, so he had to spend more time learning to control himself so he didn't keep hurting others - and that they were afraid of him. I think it's possible that in season 2, we'll have a call-back to this with a Jong Jong episode where Aang will hurt Katara and it will have been set up that he sometimes can't control his power. I'm also completely good with Katara finding that passage about the past lives stuff for the Avatar since she just randomly knew that in the animated series. In episode 3, while they're in the Avatar shrine at the Southern Air Temple, Katara just…knows all that. At least in the live-action, she's reading about it in the shrine of an Avatar from a person who's studied the Avatar.

Love the inclusion of Zuko confiding in Iroh just how hard the hope is for him now that he's found the Avatar - it adds real depth to his character rather than the flat angry Zuko we see so much in the animated show. Live-action allows us to see the cracks in his mask of power and see the scared little kid beneath it. After all, this is a 16 year old who was banished from his home at 13 and pretty much told never to return and the only person he knew who came with him was his uncle. He's been so alone and without hope for a long time and it makes sense to show this child cracking and feeling pain at that hope that's just arrived.

Again, I cannot overstate how much I love Gyatzo being a tether for Aang. It's Gyatzo who pulls him from the Avatar state in the first episode and Gyatzo who centers Aang enough to meditate into a position where he can meet with Kyoshi. Kyoshi's "both sides will fight harder now that the Avatar has been found, hope does not come without a cost" is such a great theme to explore all through this (and future) seasons. Connecting a theme to both sides is always great to me. Also, getting a bunch more on what it means to be the Avatar is nice, especially for new watchers - introducing the idea that each Avatar is shaped for their time, they have many roles, and they have to give up their own wants to be the 'avatars' (heh) for balance was a great recap, too, of the trials Aang will face.

People keep talking about them 'toning down' Katara's anger, but y'all couldn't even handle Kyoshi's very understandable two seconds of frustration when talking about murdered people with Aang, so I don't trust you at all with Katara's "girl power" feminist tirades. Kyoshi was amazingly patient and gentle with Aang until he said he was afraid of hurting people with it - only then did she get stern with him as Kyoshi is not the pacifist type. I've seen complaints that they made her 'villainous' with her looming presence and 'demonic' voice and I'm going to need people to get serious real quick. Kyoshi was 7 feet tall - she DID loom, it's kind of a massive part of her character, and that reverb layered voice is how EVERYONE sounds when they go into the Avatar state! It's to represent all the past lives talking through you!! Seriously, when those 'complaints' are made in those posts claiming that the live-action actually hates women, it just tells me that YOU hate women and can't stand a strong female character. Kyoshi is supposed to be 'a lot'. She's supposed to be scary af. If you don't like women characters to be like that, then maybe you don't actually like diverse women characters, you only want the palatable ones.

I like how the fight on Kyoshi island doesn't just start the moment the fire nation arrives, the two leaders have a tense chat and there's the option for the firebenders to turn around and leave in peace - of course Zhao doesn't take this opportunity (also like that it's Zhao and Zuko on the island, fleshing out Zhao's rivalry with Zuko even sooner) Zuko having the strategy while Zhao just has the sheer resources to cover all bases. Mama warrior bodying a man before the real fight breaks out was incredible and love that we kept in Sokka deflecting the fireball from Suki with the fan, too! Honestly I think one of my favorite moments of the season - so well shot and dope af. Katara getting her one-on-one with Zuko fight was great - really shows how far she'll come by the finale - and shows Zuko's unwavering need to capture the Avatar. He gives Katara the chance to back down, but when she doesn't, he has no problem beating her down with the intent to seriously maim.

And Katara is fierce AF! That's how you show a character who's not all powerful, who's terrified, still courageously standing firm and facing down a bunch of seasoned warriors to protect their friend - and fight to save the world. Standing your ground even when you're terrified is such an undervalued expression of strength and ferocity it's pissing me off that people are writing this Katara off as 'bland' and with 'no flaws or character development'. Like, understand what that means, people. But in the end, of course she's beaten - she's not a seasoned warrior yet and she still has all her firebender trauma in her - she tries and fails (ie not a perfect character) and will be beaten if Aang (or Kyoshi) doesn't step in. Yeah, she's a strong character - but she does still need help and the show doesn't shy away from it (like some people are trying to claim that it does).

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