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Imagine:Sex Talk

Erik is into a lot of verbal talk during sex but his girl is too shy and embarrassed to do it so she moans instead. Erik has an idea to help break her out of her shell.

Warnings: SMUT, Verbal Kink.

Erik was currently trying to break his girls vocal walls down just like he was breaking down her vaginal walls. He hadn’t seen his bae all day and he knew she missed him just as much because of the constant text messages she sent him throughout the day while she was at work. If she could be so expressive through text message about missing him the least she could do while he has her bent over the edge of the bed with her scrub bottoms and panties down and around her ankles, and scrub top and bra pushed up to her neck was tell him how good his dick felt in her guts.

Sure, Erik knew that she felt amazing. The way her pussy creamed and leaked on his dick, Erik knew his girl was loving his fat dick deep inside of her. Then, her angelic moans that filled his ears and pushed him harder and harder to make her cum first before he did. Erik was so horny for her that he didn’t even let her take a shower, eat dinner, and rest her legs. No, he needed that puss now. Erik waited on the couch for her after beating his well-oiled dick through his briefs to some porn. That wasn’t enough for him.

Erik grips the sides of her hips, pulling her back on his dick. She reached both of her hands out in front of her, gripping the sheets. Her thighs shook and her knees buckled beneath him. Erik grunts, lifting her entire body up on the bed, arching her back to the point that it was almost painful, and delivered intense strokes to her pussy.

“You love Daddy’s fat dick in this wet fucking pussy? Daddy’s big-fat-fucking-dick?”

“Mmmmhhh, Umph, uhhhhh,” She moans in response, hiding her face on the bed.

“I thought I asked you a question, ma?” Erik rubs her clit from behind, “Tell Daddy how good this dick feeling. I know it feels good, baby, I just want you to tell me how good. Talk nasty to Daddy.”

“Mmm mmm,” She shakes her head no, eyes closed and lips parting when Erik pulls his dick out slowly to the tip before ramming it back in, almost snapping her back in two halves.

“She making a mess on me, girl. You don’t wanna tell Daddy how much of a big-fucking-mess she’s making on me? Huh?”

She shakes her head. Erik rolls his eyes before slapping both of her ass cheeks roughly, going back to plundering inside of her wet pussy at a rapid pace. At this point, her moans were high pitched screams. She looked back at her ass with a deep frown on her face, not exactly meeting Erik’s eyes. That look on her face made his dick swell inside of her.

“Look at that wet-little-pussy wrapped around my big-black-dick. Yeah, baby, get you some of this dick baby, oooo, baby, cum on this big dick. Bust a nut while you’re wrapped around all this meat stuffing this hungry little pussy.”

“Mmm! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!” She moans.

“Tell Daddy how much you want him to spill all this fucking-cum in this tight-fucking-pussy,” Erik slaps her ass, “Tell me...fuck, girl.”

“Mmm mmm!” She shakes her head again, teeth sinking into her lower lip, “Ahhhhh!”

“You sound so goddamn beautiful when you moan but you would sound even better opening that pretty mouth and telling your Daddy how much he makes this little pussy feel good.”

She lost it after that. She squeezed Erik’s thick dick with the walls of her pussy, orgasming with a sharp ear splitting moan that had her splashing with the amount of liquid that came from her pussy. She is a heavy squirter but Erik needed to be inside of her so bad that he forgot to lay down a towel or two. Erik’s dick looked like it was slabbed in oil from how shiny it was from her pussy.

“Damn, you got this dick glistening girl from all that wet-wet,” Erik flips his girl over, bringing her legs back, using his toned hips to push his dick back inside. It slid right in. Her eyes closed and her head extended back. Erik began to pound her again, his eyes staring from her face, to her bouncing titties, to how much her smooth, wet, tight pussy took all of him. Erik was fascinated by the way her pretty pink puss stretched to accommodate his girth and length.

“Mmm, baby, yessss. I got these legs all the way back so Daddy can have this pussy all to himself. You feel how deep Daddy going, girl? Can Daddy keep fucking you deep so I can bust a nut?”

“Umph,” tears rolled down her face.

Erik frowns, reaching out to grab her neck, “Still not talking to me? What Daddy tell you about that, huh?”

She sucked in air through her teeth when Erik’s dick hit her G spot.

“Not even when I fuck it like this,” Erik pushes her legs further back, his dick sinking deeper and his heavy balls hitting her ass. She places her hand on his chest trying her best to slow him down but Erik was in the zone, aiming to make her scream his name or tell him how Daddy’s dick makes her pussy feel so good.

“Oh, fuck, mmm, I’m gonna cum real deep in this pussy, make sure your shit is filled up, FUCK, this wet-tight-pussy, ughhh, shit, damn, this good-fucking-pussy-oh, shit, baby.”

Erik could feel his dick shoot off like a fucking rocket in her pussy. All of his cum spurted out inside of her tightness.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Erik kept saying over and over again while stroking her to empty himself.

“Mmmm,” She lifted her head from the bed, eyes staring down, watching as Erik slowing pulls his dick out. Once his fat tip left her pussy, some of his cum followed and formed a tiny puddle beneath her.

“Damn,” Erik spreads her pussy open, “You a real cream pie, baby girl.”

She blinks her eyes up at him before whimpering when Erik started rubbing her clit.

“Mmm, that clit feel nice and hard?”

“Ahhhhh, ooooo.” She moans again.

“This pussy pretty and phat...you want Daddy to make that pussy cum? You want Daddy to put his lips around that clit and suck it good until you cum in my fucking mouth?”

“Mmmmm, Umph,” She tried to close her legs but Erik held them open.

“You gon’ open that mouth and talk to me. Daddy is so disappointed in you.”

His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it back and forth while her hand rested on the back of his head. She began to lift her hips up into his mouth while his full lips pulled on her clit. She loved it when Erik sucked all over her pussy. He loved it just as much. Erik adores her pussy. He could go down on her for hours. If only she would talk him through it, saying things like:

Daddy, please, keep eating my pussy.

Fuck, that feels so good. I love it when you suck me

Damn, baby, mmm, keep doing it like that

Make me cum, Daddy.

Erik has to imagine her saying those things. He was envisioning them currently while he ate her pussy out. She moans and whimpers with need. A slight mumble of words came from her mouth, Erik’s lips popping off her clit to stare at her. His heart quickened when he heard what sounded like words of pleasure roll off her tongue.

“Did you say something, baby?” Erik rubs her clit, “Did you finally tell Daddy how good you feel?”

“N-no,” She shook her head, her eyes dropping low from Erik’s fingers rubbing her clit.

“Leniza,” That was his girls name, “Talk to me, baby, please, I just want you to talk nasty to Daddy so damn bad. I wanna here that pretty voice talking nasty to me.”

Her mouth opened but no words came out. She did cum all over Erik’s fingers however. Erik clenches his jaw, moving his hands from her pussy frustratingly, and bringing them to her mouth.

“Suck your mess off of my fingers. You make a mess all over me, you clean it off,” Erik commanded in a gruff tone that has her lifting from the bed to clean her juices off of him.

“Mmm, that tongue, baby, Daddy love that tongue. I bet that tongue would feel really good gliding down my dick,” Erik pulled his fingers out of Leniza’s mouth, bringing his wet fingers down to rub her left nipple. He could feel it growing hard so Erik twirls it.

“Mmm-“ Leniza hums with pleasure, her hips bucking with need.

“You want some more of me in that pretty pussy you gotta beg for it, baby girl.”

“Umph,” She moans, taking Erik’s hand by the wrist dragging it back down to her pussy again. Erik tilts his head down at her before slapping her pussy lips causing them to sting. Leniza closes her thighs, falling back to the bed.

“I said TELL ME what you want not SHOW ME, Leniza. We gotta work on that, baby girl, but you’re lucky I want some more pussy.”

Erik drags Leniza’s legs towards the edge of the bed before spreading her wider, “See, I know you’re thinking some nasty shit in that beautiful brain of yours. I don’t know why you keep holding back from Daddy. It’s just me and you, ma, ain’t no body else here.”

“Sorry,” Leniza’s eyes roll shut from Erik’s dick filling her up again, “I-I just-uhhhhh!!!!”

“Fuck! I fucking love this pussy,” Erik leans forward to kiss Leniza on the lips. At this point, he was so caught up with the way she felt wrapped around him so nice and warm that he didn’t bother to make her talk nasty to him. In the end, her good pussy always vanquished him.

“Shit, baby, shitttt, I’m about to cum already and I ain’t been in this good-fucking-pussy for long!”

Erik could feel his hips moving back and forth quickly and he could feel his dick repeatedly sinking into Leniza’s wet cunt but his mind wasn’t there. Erik was so lost in the way her pussy makes him feel that his body took over like he didn’t have any willpower.

“Uhhh!!!! Umph!!!! Ummmmm!” Leniza could feel her pussy spread wider and then Erik’s load gushed out of his dick. Leniza’s pussy convulsed around him, her orgasm following him as she squirts on his dick.

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One Nights Later:

Erik has his “Freaky” playlist playing some of the best music. Freshly showered, Erik is dressed in a pair of royal blue basketball shorts with no briefs, bare chest, and a gold chain hanging from his neck with his fathers ring. He was currently pouring some Hennessy into a few crystal shot glasses from a set that Leniza gifted him for his birthday. Two pre-rolled blunts sat on the nightstand and a warm bath was already set up for Leniza when she got home. He talked to her about ten minutes prior and she told him that she is on her way home. Tonight was going to be the night that his girl opened up more to him. Erik is determined to make her talk nasty. He knows his girl is shy but not completely shy. If she could moan and fuck him like she does she can have sex talk.

Erik could hear the alarm going off, signaling that Leniza is home. Erik lowers the volume on his phone at the exact moment that Leniza walks into the bedroom. Flustered, thick curly hair up in a bun, baggy OR scrubs on her petite body, and the nursing shoes that Erik purchased for her when she finished school to become an OR Nurse. Leniza drops her work bag, unzipping her Patagonia jacket and kicking off her shoes that made her two inches taller. Leniza’s oval-shaped mocha eyes scanned the room before landing on Erik. She smiles that smile that had him hooked on her from the beginning, walking up to him, crawling on the bed, and leaning forward to give him a big kiss.

“Sorry if my breath smells like pretzels and sweet peppers. I had some with my Subway sandwich on my way home.”

“It’s all good, baby,” Erik kissed her again, “I like it salty and sweet.”

“Mmm,” she hums before rubbing Erik’s scruffy facial hair, “What the hell is all this babe? You got the Chakra Inscense burning, lights low, music playing-“

“And a bath waiting for you too,” Erik says with a smirk, “I just want my baby to relax and de-stress because I know you had another stressful day today. I can see it on my baby face.”

“Yes, another long day with two OR cases that took forever,” Leniza spots the two shot glasses and blunts on the nightstand, “Baby? What kind of party are we having tonight that involves blunts and drinks?”

“Don’t worry about all of that right now,” Erik kisses Leniza’s neck, “That water gon’ get cold if you don’t take your midget ass in there.”

“Shut up, I am not a midget-“

“Okay then, munchkin-“

“No!” Leniza laughs, “You’re so stupid.”

Leniza lifts from the bed, taking off her scrubs, “A bath sounds nice. I was just going to take a quick shower and jump in the bed.”

“Nah, I need you nice and relaxed, ma. I bet your muscles are all tense too.”

“They are,” Leniza squeezes the side of her neck because that’s where she felt most tense.

“Then come on, get in that bath sexy.”

Erik watches Leniza remove her bra and panties. Fully naked, beautiful brown body tantalizing in the low lighting, Erik sat back on his elbows admiring her frame as his dick grew in his shorts. It was at full length, Erik knew this because it was hitting him on his inner thigh. His dick has a heart beat of its own the way it throbbed.

“Need some help up in there, girl?” Erik’s eyes focused on Leniza’s petite hips and bubble booty swaying back and forth as she walked into the bathroom.

“That’s okay, baby, you’ve already done enough, and oh! You have the rose peddles in the bath too! Gosh, babe, you really pamper me!”

“Cus’ you’re my baby, that’s why.”

Erik couldn’t see her any longer since the tub was further inside of the bathroom but he could hear her entering the tub. The squeaky sound of the tub against her body, the water splashing as she lowers herself inside, the satisfying moan and that little giggle of pleasure followed by the softest sigh to ever escape her lips. Erik pulls down the waist band of his shorts, hand wrapping around his dick covered in coconut oil, pulling on it up and down. Erik bites his lip, laying his body back fully, staring down the valley of his chiseled body at all his ten inches standing straight up like a fuck-stick ready to be used for Leniza’s pleasure.

Erik envisioned her walking between his legs still soaking wet, dropping that towel, her oval-shaped eyes that reminded him of a feline focused on his face as she climbed on top to squat over him. He could feel her dainty hand wrapping around his shaft with difficulty. He could see her lining herself up with the tip of his fat dick before sinking down gently. He could here her say:

Daddy, I have to go really really slow because there is so much dick and my little pussy can’t take it all at once.

Erik ran his hands down his face. He figured he could bust a nut before she came back in. Erik lifts from the bed, grabbing Leniza’s panties from the floor, and walking back over to the bed. Erik rests her panties on his face. His balls jumped and almost retracted into his body. Jesus...she smelled amazing. Erik loved her natural scent. His eyes damn near rolled back into his head. He started pumping his dick, the sound of his oiled flesh rubbing against the palm of his hand filling the room. The music was still set low, Miguel- Sure thing playing out while he pleased himself.

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

You could bet that

Never gotta sweat that

Be the lover, I'll be the fighter baby

If I'm the blunt, you could be the lighter babe

Fire it up!

Writer baby, you could be the quote

If I'm the lyric baby, you could be the note, record that

Saint I'm a sinner, prize I'm a winner and it's you

What did I do to deserve that

Paper baby, I'll be the pen

Say that I'm the one, cause you are a ten...

“Fu-uuckkk,” Erik stops, clenching his fists. His dick was ready to bust already. He slaps his dick with a bite of his lip before grabbing it tightly again, stroking it like he never stopped.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes, come get this dick, talk nasty to Daddy, tell Daddy how good this dick is, DONT fucking stop, baby.”

“Baby, did you say something?!” Leniza yells out to him with her candy-coated voice.

“Nah, love,” Erik slows down, “You okay? Want me to come in there to keep you company?”

“Mm, mm, you don’t have to. I’m about to get out in a few anyway,” Leniza slid lower in the tub. Erik could hear her butt gliding across the bathtub.

“Hmm, okay, baby. Just let me know and I’ll be in there to lick that bath water from your skin,” Erik rubs the wet spot in Leniza’s panties with his thumb. That caused him to moan her name.

“Baby,” Leniza giggles, “You are too much. I’m about to get out, let me just rub down with my body butter first and then I’ll be there to see what you have up your damn sleeve.”

“Damn.” He whispers.

Erik loves that mango and papaya butter on her skin. She smelled so sweet and tropical and it made her skin feel so soft.

“Done! I’m so clean and relaxed! Thanks baby!”

“Anytime, love,” Erik swings his dick back and forth, “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, muah!!” She gave him an air kiss.

“Muah, muah, baby,” Erik jerks his dick fast while squeezing his nuts. His lips parted and his dark eyes watched his movements. A crease formed on his brow and his lips turned up into a sexy mug, Erik constantly saying fuck fuck fuck with a whisper before ropes of thick creamy cum erupted from the tip of his dick and down his shaft to his balls.

“GODDAMN.” Erik says through clenched teeth, “All this mess you got me making,” Erik spoke quietly before grabbing her panties to clean himself off. Standing, dick still out and bobbing up and down, Erik grabs her clothes to place them inside of the laundry basket to wash tomorrow. That nut made the need for Leniza even stronger. Erik places his still hard dick that now tents the front of his shorts back into hiding. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed again, turning up the music some more. Usher-trading places was on.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight

You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride...

“Hey, Baby,” Leniza walks out with her body rubbed down in that mango and papaya body butter Erik loves. She places it on the dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror while pulling all of her slightly wet curly hair into another bun that is much neater than the bun that she wore when she came home.

You gon' knock and then you gon' wait

Oh you gon' take me on a date

You gonna open my door and I'ma reach over and open yours

Gon' pay for dinner take me to see a movie

“And whisper in my ear I bet you really wanna do me,” she sang with a sway of her naked hips. Erik watched her do her thing, the urge to touch her and bend her over that dresser causing his heart to race. He picks up one of the rolled blunts on the night stand, firing it up with his lighter, before taking a hit. The smoke billowed from his mouth, clouding his view of Leniza’s nude body.

Girl now take me home and get up in my Benz

Pour me up a shot and force me to the bed

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom

Cause we trading places

When I cant take no more, tell me you ain't stopping

'Cause we trading places

Now put it on me baby till I say Oooo weee

And tell me to shut up before the neighbors hear me

This is how it feels when you do it like me

We're trading places

“Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,” Erik starts singing with Leniza, both of them having their own concert.

“Okay, baby, what is all this about?” Leniza opens the top drawer on her side of the dresser to find her a long T-shirt to wear.

“Forget getting dressed, come here.”

Leniza looks at Erik through the mirror before smiling with a shake of her head, abandoning her search for night wear, walking over to her man completely naked and buttered down. Leniza stood between Erik’s legs, one of his arms reaching out to wrap around her waist to pull her closer to him. His nose rubbed against her skin, smelling her, before he takes his teeth to nibble on her stomach. Leniza giggles, moving her stomach away from Erik since it tickled her. Erik rolls his lips together since they were covered in the butter she has on her skin before picking up a single shot glass, handing it over to her. Leniza takes the shot glass with a perplexed expression on her face.

“Don’t look at me like that, girl, I want you to take this shot with me.”

“Okay,” she giggles, keeping her shot glass in hand, waiting for Erik to grab his. Once his own shot was in his hand, they both made a toast, some of the Hennessy spilling over the rim of both of their glasses before throwing it back at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut before smacking her lips, leading to Erik laughing at her.

Leniza coughs, “This shit is, whew!”

“Be a soldier like your Daddy,” Erik jokes.

Leniza makes a yuck face before placing her glass back on the nightstand, “okay, so what’s going on? What do you want, Erik?”

“I want you to talk to me,” Erik picks up his blunt with his eyes focusing on hers.

“Talk to you about what? What do you want to know?” She asks with a soft spoken voice.

Erik took a few puffs of his blunt before he placed it in the ashtray to rest. He licks his lips, both of his arms pulling Leniza closer, her breasts practically in his face. She raises a single arched brow down at him with her fingers on the back of his neck.

“I want to know how I make that body feel when I’m deep in that pussy feeding you this dick,” Erik says while running his hands up and down her sides then giving them a gentle but firm squeeze. Leniza rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth because she knows what he wants. She’s kind of over the entire conversation but at the same time she also acknowledges that this is a true desire of his.

“You know how I feel about that, E, I don’t know what to say-“

“All I want to know is how you feel in the moment. You’re thinking too deep into this-“

“But what if I say something weird or my voice sounds funny I’ll be so fucking embarrassed-“

“It’s just you and me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just want to hear that I’m making you feel as good as your making me. I tell you exactly how you make me feel when I’m balls deep in that pussy and she gripping my shit like she don’t want to let me go. I just want to hear your sexy ass voice tell me what I already know. It just makes it better. So, I want to play a game with you.”

“A game?” Leniza looks down at Erik with a wary expression.

“Yes, a game, and if you win I’ll make you cum.”

Leniza fiddles with her fingers while staring down at Erik’s chest, “And what if I lose?”

Erik smirks with a single deep dimple, “That’s not going to be good for you sweetheart. Remember the last time you made Daddy upset?”

How could Leniza forget. She was orgasm deprived. Erik would edge her all damn day and she couldn’t cum. All of that because they got into an argument over something stupid around his friends and she was being a brat towards him the entire night. Leniza never did that again.

“Okay...so...how do I win?”

“Here are the rules,” Erik pulls Leniza in his lap, “this is going to be a two part game. First, I’ll start since I know you aren’t comfortable and then we’ll switch.”

Erik pauses, reaching out towards the night stand to pour them both another shot. Leniza takes in a deep breath to prepare herself for some more Hennessy. Erik passes her the shot glass with a smirk on his face. Leniza challenges him with a smirk of her own before they both downed their second shot of the night. Erik then picks up his blunt, relighting it with Leniza watching him. The Hennessy was already kicking in. Her limbs felt more free and she was starting to have the giggles. Erik kept his gaze on her while smoking his blunt, taking a long pull from it before blowing smoke into Leniza’s face.

“Seriously! You’re an asshole,” Leniza says while fanning the smoke from her face. This was her man, Erik can indeed be an asshole. Definitely not the type of guy Leniza was used to.

“Hmm, that’s how I made you feel? I made you want to call me a name?” He started talking in that low deep voice, lust in his eyes while he stared her dead in her eyes while taking another pull from his blunt. Leniza couldn’t deny that he always looked sexy as hell when he smoked.

“Yeah,” she says, “yeah, I called you a name.”

“What if I do this,” Erik palms her ass with one hand, squeezing it while his tongue ran up the side of her neck.

“I don’t know, Erik,” Leniza moans out, her head extending back.

“It was sexy as hell the way you just moaned that, goddamn, and the way you said my name? Ummm.”

Leniza looked at him a little surprised, tiny gasps escaping her mouth when Erik kissed down her neck to the tops of her breasts.

“What if I do this to you? What would you say or do?”

Erik moves his hand lower, his fingers on the outside of her smooth waxed mound, Leniza’s pussy lips parting with his fingers. She gasps when Erik begins to rub light circles around her moist clit. It caught her by surprise. Her body felt electrified,

“Ummmmm, fucckkkk,” Leniza says just above a whisper. Shocked, Leniza hurried to cover her mouth. Erik’s eyes light up at her response, Leniza staring at him with fear and excitement in her eyes. She couldn’t believe she just said that.

“That’s how I got you feeling, ma? Let me find out.”

Leniza giggles, “It’s the alcohol. I feel like you had this whole thing planned out.”

“Nah, that’s all you, you just got a little bit of liquid courage, it’s okay I’m gon’ pull it out of you tonight,” He says while removing his hand to continue smoking his blunt, causing Leniza to roll her eyes.

“Whatever, boy. Can you just tell me about this game? You’re tryna get me all side tracked.”

“That is the game,” Erik chuckles, “I’m gon’ tease your body and pull all those dirty, filthy responses out of your pretty little mouth, and if you play the game right, I’m gon’ finger fuck that pussy while I listen to you tell me exactly how you want it, where you want it, and how deep you want it,” Erik grabs Leniza’s chin to make her look at him, “I’ma make you cum so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

Erik says all of this while rubbing, pinching, and gripping all over Leniza’s body, staring into her eyes the entire time. Erik takes another pull of his blunt, blowing the smoke out nice and slow. Leniza stares at his lips, watching the way his thick pink tongue sweeps up and across his top lip.

“You want to play this game with me?” He asks with a whisper. Erik always has a way with words that left Leniza speechless. She was so caught up in his voice that Erik had to slap her ass to bring her back to the present.

“Do you want to play with me?” His entire voice went from soft spoken to having a rough edge.

“W-what about the other part? You said it has two parts to the game?”

“Oh, that part,” Erik pours another shot for them both; shot number three, “I want you to take over and talk me through my orgasm the same way I want to do to you right now. All of this is to get you to open up to me, get you out of your mind, and tell me how you feel. You sound so fucking sexy when you moan, I just want to hear all of you. I want to open you all the way up. Will you let me do that for you? Hmm? Will you let me show you?” Erik says all this while still rubbing all over Leniza’s body. Erik waited for her response while smoking his blunt.

Leniza looks away from him, biting her lip while trying to fight a smile. She lets out a sigh, “Okay...okay. I will play with you.”

Erik smiles wide, “Good girl. Now, lay on your back for me.”

Erik watches Leniza lay on her back, her eyes bashfully looking at him. She giggles again, her hand concerting her face before peeking at him from between her fingers. Erik turns on the bed, lifting to his knees to crawl between her legs. He rests his body between her naked thighs, bringing her blunt over. Leniza observed Erik take another pull of the weed. He takes his hand to caress Leniza’s left cheek before dragging his fingers down to her neck with just his finger tips.

“You look so fucking sexy, ma,” Erik takes his thumb, pulling on her bottom lip to open her mouth. Erik leans in closer, blowing the smoke from his blunt into Leniza’s mouth giving her a shot gun, then closed his lips on hers to make her hold it in. Erik releases her lips gazing at the way she blows it out.

“Babe,” Leniza whined, “You know I can’t really smoke with my job. They do those dumb ass random tests.”

Erik smirks” You’re right, my bad, ma, but you gotta admit though. That shit was sexy as fuck, wasn’t it?”

Leniza smiles, “I hate you.”

“Oh really?” Erik scans her body, “Well, let’s get started then.”

Erik lifts up on his knees, Leniza’s legs still wide around his waist. She nervously looks at him while nibbling on her bottom lip.

“You look so sexy, baby,” Erik takes his fingers, reaching out to twirl Leniza’s nipples. She automatically arches from the bed, breath coming out in a desperate rhythm and her hips grinding.”

“You like the way Daddy twirl on these stiff ass nipples?”

“Y-yes,” Leniza spoke lowly, her cheeks flushed.

“What else do you want Daddy to do to them?”

Leniza licks her lips, “I-I want you to suck on my nipples.”

“Oh, yeah?” Erik couldn’t help but to smile, “Suck in these hard nipples, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

That was the first time he heard her call him Daddy. Erik was overjoyed. Now, he wanted to make her say that every single time.

“Fuck, girl. Say that shit again. If you say it again, I’ll suck on these nipples just how my little baby likes it.”

“Ummmm,” Leniza moans, “Daddy,” she swallows spit nervously, “Daddy, can you please suck on my nipples?”

“GOOD GIRL. Yes, fuck yes I’ll suck on these pretty chocolate chip nipples,” With a sexy smirk, Erik lowers his head over Leniza’s chest, her hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck before Erik’s tongue pokes out to flick her nipples. Leniza gasps sharply, the fresh air in her lungs almost burning. The way his tongue and lips showed her nipples attention Leniza couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“D-Daddy...I-I like that,” she felt so nervous but excited, “I like it when you do that to me.”

“Mmm, mmm,” Erik shakes his head, looking up at her through his lashes, “You have to tell me what you like, baby girl.”

“I like it when you...” Leniza closes her eyes.

“Come on, ma, you were doing so good for me.”

Leniza lets out a shaky breath, “I like it when you lick and suck on my hard nipples. It feels so good.”

Leniza’s mocha eyes peered at Erik’s face. He took that moment to suck on her nipples while staring her in the eyes. She tried to hold her gaze as best as she could but the way he made her feel she couldn’t stop herself.

“You like feeding Daddy these pretty titties, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Where else does Daddy’s mouth belong?”

Leniza bashfully looks away from him, “Um, everywhere, Daddy.”

“Baby girl,” Erik chuckles, “That ain’t gon’ work. You must not want to cum.”

She knew where and so did he. She couldn’t get enough of it.

“I-I want your mouth on my pussy, Daddy.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy, Daddy,” Erik mocks her causing Leniza to blush, “So goddamn sexy, baby. I love how that sweet little voice talks nasty to me.”

“Yeah?” Leniza bats her eyes.

“Hell yeah,” Erik places soft kisses on Leniza’s breast before trailing his kisses down to her belly, “That pussy wet?”

“Y-yes.”

“Hmm,” Erik’s tongue licks Leniza’s belly button, “You has Daddy in here beating his meat to the thought of you. Why don’t you rub that clit so Daddy can watch you?”

“Huh?” Leniza says with nervous eyes.

“Play with that pussy so Daddy can watch. I wanna see how you rub that pussy when I’m not around. Show me how you do it, baby.”

“Okay,” Leniza giggles timidly before gazing at Erik as he sits up on the bed next to her, his eyes glued to her pussy. Leniza takes her fingers, slowly lowering them between her legs before she pulls her pussy lips apart. A shuddering gasp leaves her mouth because of the sound of her wet folds. She was wet alright. So wet the tip of Erik’s tongue tingled to run up and down her labia to lick it all up.

“Mmm, what you waiting on?” Erik looks up at Leniza’s face. She bites her lower lip, looking away from him as her middle finger began to circle her clit. That pink clit grew hard in seconds. Leniza’s lips parted, Erik looking at her expectantly to say something, anything.

“Talk to me, baby,” Erik rubs her inner thigh.

“It just feels so good,” She spoke quietly, “I love the way my clit feels against my fingers.”

“Damn, baby,” Erik couldn’t fight the smile on his face, “You wish it was Daddy’s fingers instead? ain’t nothing like Daddy’s fingers, right?”

“Mmm, mmm-“

Erik raised a brow down at her.

“Daddy’s fingers always feel good rubbing me and...fingering me.”

“How many fingers you like Daddy to fit in that pussy?”

“Three, Daddy.”

“Three? Why three?” Erik was challenging her.

“B-because three makes me stuffed like your...” Leniza stops, her eyes fluttering.

“Like?” Erik says with his brows raised.

“Like your big Dick,” Leniza whimpers.

“It’s close to it, baby, but it ain’t nothing like Daddy’s fat dick.”

“N-no-“

“That’s what really has you filled up, right?”

“Uh-huh, fuck,” Leniza sucks in air between her teeth.”

“Cuss again, do it,” Erik’s dick was trying to tip through his shorts.

“Fuckkk,” Leniza’s fingers moved faster, “Shit, baby, oh yeah, oh yeah,”

“THATS IT BABY,” Erik pulls his shorts off, his dick so hard that squeezing it was like squeezing a pipe.

“Fuck, oooo,” that oooo made Erik grunt deeply.

“Oooo, baby? Ooooo?” Erik was back to jerking his dick to the sight of her, “Damn, that pussy is...fuck, I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could talk nasty for me. You’re doing so good. Now, I know you deserve for me to make you cum. How you want to cum?”

“Please...use your mouth, Daddy,” Leniza blinks her oval-shaped eyes up at Erik, “p-please?”

“You gotta move your fingers for me to use my mouth, ma,” Erik chuckles. Leniza moves her fingers, her legs still open. Erik lowers his head from the side, his hand still jerking his dick while his lips and tongue explored her. So warm, moist, soft, smooth, and tasty.

“Ahhhh,” Leniza moans.

“Mmm, mmm,” Erik stops, looking up at her.

Leniza pushes Erik’s head back between her legs, “Keep eating my pussy, Daddy, make me cum.”

Erik didn’t say a word. He did just that, ate her little pussy until she was a mess.

Daddy, that feels so good, oh my goodness

Yes, I like that, Daddy, give me what I like

I want you to make me cum...make me cum

He feasted on her pussy with all his might the more she moaned and talked nasty to him. The feeling of her fingers running through his dreads as well has him hard.

“Mmm, Erik, oh, Erik, Erik,” She could not stop saying his name, “Erik, Erik, Erik, yes, yes, right there, mmm, right there, yes, oh, fuck, oh, babyeeeeee.”

Now, Leniza was pulling his dreads. She began to whimper and gasp for air.

“D-daddy, I-I’m cumming,” Leniza’s thighs shook out of her control, “I’m cumming! I’m cum- FUCK!”

Erik buries his entire face in her pussy.

“FUCK FUCK,” Leniza spoke with a cry. Erik looked up at her from between her legs with thrilled eyes and a wet face. Leniza was shocked that she couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe that she said all those things. At this point, it wasn’t even the alcohol that gave her courage. It was definitely all her.

“That...that actually wasn’t so bad,” Leniza smacks her forehead, laughing at herself, “I overthink too much.”

“You do,” Erik couldn’t stop smiling and licking his lips, “Girl, you don’t understand how fucking happy I am. That filthy little mouth!” Erik nibbled on her inner thigh, “How could you be embarrassed when you sound so...sexy.”

“I don’t know,” Leniza rolls her eyes, “It’s just in my head. I like talking nasty with you, Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“yeah,” Leniza bites her lip before smiling, “So, I won, right?”

“You did,” Erik stares down at her wet pussy, “So I get to finger fuck that puss?”

“Yes, finger fuck me.”

She sounded so sweet. That’s what made it even better. Her sweet voice and all that dirty talk. It made Erik painfully hard.

“Dig deep in that pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” Leniza bites on her fingertips all naughty.

“Like this,” Erik slips three fingers inside without warning. Leniza was up on her elbows, toes pointed in the air and her eyes rolling shut. Erik didn’t move his fingers just yet. He wanted Leniza to beg.

“Daddy? Why did you stop?” Leniza spoke with a breathless tone.

“How much do you want it?” Erik felt her walls throbbing.

“So fucking bad. Please, stroke my pussy with your fingers.”

Erik couldn’t help himself as his fingers started stroking.

“Deep, baby?”

“So deep, Daddy.”

“Deep like this baby?”

“Yes, uh-huh, just like that, Daddy.”

“You feel me stroking this puss over that spot?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What I’m making that pussy do?”

“Cream.”

“Yeah? She is creaming, AIN'T she, ma?”

“A lot.”

“Hmmm, too much, but I like a mess.”

“I like it too.”

“I bet you do. It makes it feel better, yeah?”

“Yes, so much better.”

“I’m in there baby? Look at me stroke it like my dick.”

“Yessssssssss, oooooo, that’s what makes me cum.”

“I know, I know, baby, that’s why I do it like this so you can cum all in my hand.”

“Like I’m giving you a present?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“You like my wet p-present, Daddy?”

“It’s so tasty, I don’t like it I love it.”

“D-daddy, I-I can feel b-butterflies”

“Yeah? You gon’ squirt then?”

“Y-yessss.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yessssss.”

“Fucking squirt on me. It’s okay.”

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

“Damn, ma, fuck ma.”

“YES DADDY!”

Leniza squeezed her eyes shut, unable to talk as she moans loudly. Her squirting orgasm made a puddle beneath her ass while Erik continuously strokes. That was intense and powerful. The moment they just shared was probably the best moment in their sex life. Erik takes his fingers out, bringing them up to Leniza’s mouth. Her pretty lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking on him up and down.

“Ain't you glad I came up with this game?”

“Yeah,” Leniza smiles weakly, “Now, I feel more confident. Thanks baby, I’m sorry it took this long-“

“No worries, don’t apologize. I just wanted my baby to feel comfortable, that’s all.”

Leniza gets on her knees, leaning forward to kiss Erik. Her taste on his tongue mixed with his spit made her moan into his mouth. Leniza broke the kiss, her eyes lowering to Erik’s rigidity. He was...damn. Erik looked like he was ready to explode.

“Daddy, it’s-its so hard,” Leniza wraps her dainty fingers around him, barley fitting, “Does Daddy want me to talk him through his orgasm now?”

“Mhm,” Erik says with a bite of his lip, “Hurry up before I cum with just the feel of your fingers around me. I wanna cum in that mouth.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Leniza smiles innocently before lowering her head to suck on the tip of Erik’s dick. Just the tip. Erik’s head extended back, his mouth hanging open.

“Mmmm,” Leniza hums with a mouth full of dick.

“Mmmm is right, baby,” Erik grabs her bun to lower her some more, “Just like that.”

Leniza was going beast mode. She sucked Erik tightly into her little mouth. Erik grabs the sheets his eyes rolling shut from how his thick dick squeezed into her mouth the way it did.

Leniza lifts her mouth from his dick, “Does daddy wanna cum all over my pretty lips?”

Erik couldn’t even speak. His spit covered pipe and Leniza’s constant jerking just made him moan and moan.

“Daddy, please cum for me. It’s so big.”

“Fuckkk.”

“I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Goddamn.”

“It’s so fat. It is a fat dick, Daddy.”

“You- oh my God.”

“It’s so much for me. It’s all mine and it’s so much for me.”

“It’s all yours”

“Damn, Daddy…*gasps* Daddy.”

Leniza sucks him, her mouth wide around him. Erik couldn’t even begin to describe how veiny, thick, and cum-filled his dick was at the moment. He even has to stare at his dick with perplexity at how hard Leniza made him. Then, she had Erik nice and sloppy. Each time she sucked, spit would spill down his dick to his balls. A lot of spit.

“Leniza.”

She didn’t answer him. All she wanted to do was suck his dick until he gave her what she wanted.

“Leniza, Fuck,” Erik’s muscles flexed, “UGGHHHHH,” His cum gushed out and out. It made Erik so weak, “Shit, baby girl, that’s enough.”

Leniza’s lips popped off, a little bit of Erik’s cum on her chin. She drags it with a single finger to her mouth, sucking it off cleanly.

“You are not innocent at all, fuck that,” Erik laughs while staring at his still hard dick, “there is no way you are innocent, girl, drop that fucking act.”

“Mmm mmm, I am innocent,” Leniza bats her lashes, “See? I’m a good girl.”

“Yeah, okay,” Erik says with disbelief.

“I too am, Daddy.” She pouts.

“Okay, you are a good girl. But you’re also a bad girl.”

“Am I?” Leniza spoke with a honeyed tone.

“Oh, yeah. I wanna fuck that bad girl pussy right now.”

“I’d like that,” Leniza turns around, bending over. She arches her back, pussy waiting and inviting. With a yawn, Leniza smiles, before motioning for Erik to come to her with a single finger.

“My baby is worn out and she still wants some dick?”

“Yes,” Leniza rubs her pussy, “Please fuck me.”

“Only to make you cum then you’re getting some sleep.”

“But, I want my Daddy to cum too.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you, ma,” Erik chuckles, “So this how you want it, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Just like this.”

“You know I’m gonna beat your shit up, right?”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it.”

“Even when it’s so fat like it is?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll take it in my little pussy.”

“Mmmm, I love the sound of that.”

“Me too. I love Daddy’s fat-fucking-dick.”

“SHIT, I know that ass do. As much as I have you cream and squirt on this dick.”

Erik gets behind her, widening her legs more before using only his hips to sink his dick inside. The sound of her wet folds parting like a flower for him drove Erik insane. He pulled all the way out just to hear that puss make those noises again. Already she covered him with her mess. The spit from her sucking him mixed with her juices has Erik slipping and sliding inside of her wet tunnel.

“If only you could see this.”

“I wish I could see it too, Daddy.”

“You can feel it though, that’s enough.”

“Uh-huh, mmm, it feels so good.”

“You gon’ let me take it?”

“Take my wet pussy.”

“I got that ass clapping HEAVY.”

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy!”

“Mmmmm, fuck, baby girl. See, I just love this wet fucking pussy. I fucking love it, girl.”

“Yes! Daddyyyyy! Oh! Daddy!!!!”

“I’m gon’ make you cum over and over on this fat fucking dick.”

“Yes! Oh, shit.”

Leniza reaches under her to stroke Erik’s balls. He pounded her harder because of that. No longer did Erik care about nasty talk. All he wanted to do was cum deep inside of her.

“Take this fat dick, baby, take it, yes! That’s a good girl, take it!”

“Uhhhhhhh! Oh my God,” Leniza rubs her clit to gage her orgasm. When she came on Erik’s dick, Leniza thought she saw fireworks behind her mocha eyes. Erik was right behind her, hands on her hips pulling her entire body almost onto his dick. Leniza’s spine hunched over, unable to keep her arch anymore.

“Daddy, Umph, please, Umph, cum in me!”

Like her pussy was a hole to be used, Erik’s load erupted inside of her. His dick seemed to go deeper and deeper inside of her the more he stroked that nut out of him. Leniza just knew that if she got up from that bed all of his cum would drip down her legs. That’s how filled she felt. Erik’s large hands ran up and down Leniza’s spine as his dick slowly slides out of her pussy. Leniza’s eyes close, her body still arched on the bed. Erik slides off the bed, his sticky cum staining the sheets.

“Leniza.” Erik pulls his shorts back on as he admires his girl. She was knocked out in that position.

“Seriously?” Erik chuckles before walking around the bed to lower her body. Leniza smiles, a suppressed laugh escaping her mouth as her eyes opened slightly.

“Yeah, you need some sleep, ma.”

“That was fun, wake me up in like, 30 minutes. I want another round.”

“Okay, look at you,” Erik slaps Leniza’s ass, “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Leniza didn’t respond to that last part. Soft sleeping breaths filled the room. Erik grabs his blunt, taking his place back on the edge of the bed to have another smoke session. He could not stop smiling about the sex they just had. Leniza said to wake her up in 30 minutes. Erik has a better idea.

Fuck her in her sleep.

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 4 years

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They did my girl Violet wrong. I aim to fix this.

Summary: Tony keeps figuring out Violet’s identity. Violet just wants to go more than a few months without having to reintroduce herself to her boyfriend. Warnings: uhhhhh none? Wordcount: 2,615

“Hi, Tony,” a feminine voice says, and Tony turns to see a girl—vaguely familiar, pretty cute—smiling up at him hopefully.

“Uhh, hi?” He offers, fiddling with his backpack strap to give his hands something to do as he flips desperately through his memory to try and recall the girl’s name. He comes up empty.

The girl’s expression flattens for half a second before her smile returns, this time determined rather than hopeful. She sticks out her hand to shake. “I’m Violet Parr.”

“I’m Tony,” he replies, smiling back at her and taking her hand. Then he cringes; she’d already said his name and he’d just told her it like she didn’t know.

Luckily Violet doesn’t seem to mind, laughing and saying, “Okay.” She settles next to him and strikes up a conversation.

Half an hour later, Tony opens up his phone to get her number and maybe a date (he might not be reading the signs right, but she seems interested, and he definitely is, so) and then jumps up when he sees the time.

“I’ve got to go,” he tells her apologetically. “It’s almost my shift at work and I’ve got to use the time I have to get there.”

“It’s fine,” Violet says, smiling understandingly. “Same time, same place, tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Tony grins, before turning and running.

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Violet sighs as she texts her mom for a ride home. She’d hoped he would remember her, especially because it had been three months and she’s really wanted this one to stick, but also because she hadn’t actually taken her mask off this time.

“Violet, watch Jack-Jack!” Mom called as she handed him off to her. Dash raced by before she could saddle him with the toddler.

Though technically Jack-Jack had powers and he could be part of the team, neither he nor the rest of the Parrs were very good at controlling when he used them or which one he used, so he still got watched by someone while the rest of the family went out and heroed.

“Violet?” She turned to see Tony and held in a groan. “Violet Parr?”

“Um, no?” She squeaked out the lie, then cleared her throat and said more confidently, “You should get out of here; it’s dangerous.”

“But I’m looking for my girlfriend,” Tony joked, grinning at her. “I’m sure I saw her around here, and I’m concerned for her safety. We’ve got a date on Saturday and I’d hate for here to miss it.”

“Tony,” Violet said lowly, glancing around to see if anyone was listening in, but it didn’t look like it. “Please, you need to go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

“I want all the details then,” he told her, and she nodded.

“Don’t tell anyone about me, okay?”

Tony nodded his agreement, and she pushed him on his way with a small force field. He laughed and started walking off.

“Good luck, Miss Superhero!” he called. She waved at him over her shoulder as she hurried to join the fight.

She hadn’t actually told anyone this time, and so unless Tony had actually said something to someone, she should’ve been good. So why... Jack-Jack.

Her phone buzzes with a text saying her ride is in front, and she stomps down the school steps fuming.

Violet throws herself into her seat and sulks the whole ride home. She can’t actually do anything to Jack-Jack, that’s the worst part. Never mind the fact that he has 20 odd powers, he’s just a toddler.

Once she gets home, she storms over to her dad and announces, “I refuse to babysit Jack-Jack for the next ten times.”

“Why?” Her father looks up at her in confused concern. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“That snitch,” —she throws an accusing finger towards Jack-Jack, who babbles his version of her name in response— “made Tony forget me again!”

He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. You can be part of the fight the next five times, okay?”

“Eight,” Violet counters, “for the eight times Tony’s forgotten I exist.”

Her dad grimaces and nods.

“Thank you,” Violet says, before flouncing upstairs to her room and shutting the door not quite forcefully enough to be considered a slam. She spends the next hour distracting herself from boy troubles with music.

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Two days later, it’s Friday, and Tony’s texting Violet whenever he’s got a few seconds’ lull in serving.

They’ve fallen quickly into a comfortable friendship, and Tony is glad it’s so easy to talk to her. He wishes it was that easy to try to fit asking her on a date tomorrow into their current conversation. It’d be a little late notice, sure, but she’d mentioned something about being busy next weekend and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t have anything else going on tomorrow.

Their current topic is winding to a close and he takes the opportunity.

Tony: So um

Tony: I’ve been wanting to ask you a question

Violet: Yeah?

He can also see her looking at him expectantly, and he’s about to send the message when he’s handed a tray of food and pointed to a table.

He serves the people their food, smiling politely and taking the necessary time even as a part of him is antsy to ask Violet on a date before he chickens out or she gets offended by the amount of time he’s taking to ask.

Once he’s done with that table, he spends another 15 minutes going around taking orders and serving food before he gets enough respite to pull his phone back out quickly.

Violet: You there?

Tony: Yeah, sorry

Tony: Had in upswing in work

Tony: Anyway I was wondering if maybe you’d go on a date with me tomorrow?

Tony: I know it’s short notice but I though you said something about being busy next weekend, and there’s this movie that I think you’ll like playing—

Tony: Okay hold on

There’s another upswing in customers, and it’s not until his shift is over that Tony can start texting again.

Violet: A date tomorrow sounds great :)

Tony sighs, relieved and pleased, and texts her the title. They confirm a time, and 20 minutes later Tony’s home and wondering how he get so lucky with this girl.

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“So you broke up again, but you made up in time to go on your date?” Ann asks.

“Yeah.” Violet grins.

As far as her friends knew, she and Tony were dating and they just “broke up” every time he forgot her. Somehow this time around she’d gotten lucky enough to go on the same date they’d had planned before Tony guessed her identity. Just, as a “first” date rather than having gone out for three months.

“It beats me why you keep breaking up and getting back together,” Ann comments. “Like, you’ve been dating on and off for over a year now! And then every time you get back together you act like a new couple again.”

Violet shrugs. “That’s just the way we work, I guess.”

Ann shakes her head in bewilderment and lets out a fond sigh. “Whatever works for you, I suppose. Bye!” She jogs backwards a few steps and then turns and hurries to her bus.

“Bye!” Violet waves after her. She hears footsteps behind her and turns.

“Hey,” Tony greets her, grinning.

“Hey,” Violet grins back. Tony’s smile shifts to nervous and his hand tangles in his backpack strap. When there’s a pause, she prompts him, “What?”

“What?” He echoes, looking at her in confusion.

“It looked like you wanted to say something.”

“Oh, uh.” He fiddles with the strap for another moment before asking, “I just, uh— I was wondering, are we, like, dating now, or...?”

“Dating.” She lest out the breath she’d been holding. “Boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Tony nods, looking relieved. “Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Before either of them can say anything else, someone bumps into Tony, who stumbles forward into Violet. Balance lost, she falls backwards and ends up on her butt and bright red in the face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the guy says, reaching down right at the same time Tony does, which knocks their heads together. “Sorry again—oh, hey, Tony.”

“Hi, Collin,” Tony replies. Collin is one of Tony’s friends on the football team, all of which had been introduced to Violet at some point, and she’d gotten to know them well enough to manage damage control when Tony forgot her.

“Hey, Violet.” Collin reaches down and helps her up.

“Hi, Collin. Thanks.” Violet dusts herself off. Nervous about things being accidentally said and messing up the careful balance of lies, she isn’t sure if her being there would help or hurt the situation. Her decision is made for her when her dad pulls up in front of the school.

“Bye, Tony! Bye, Collin!” She waves as she descends the school steps. She buckles her seat belt and prays neither will say the wrong thing.

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Tony and Collin wave after Violet until the door of her car closes. Once it does, Collin elbows Tony and grins. “So how’d the date go?”

Tony turns to look at him in surprise. “I told you about our date?” He tries to think back, but he’d asked her the day before they went on the date, three days ago, and that didn’t leave a lot of time to talk about his new girlfriend before they went on the date.

“Yeah, you’ve been looking forward to it for a couple weeks now, haven’t you?” Collin asks, oblivious to Tony’s puzzlement. A new bus pulls up, and Collin tells him, “Oop, gotta go. Bye!”

“Bye?: Tony calls weakly after him. How could he have been looking forward to a date with Violet for a couple weeks when he’d only know her for one?

He pulls out his phone, not entirely sure what his plan to use it is, but startles when he sees the clock. There isn’t time to try and sort out his confusion now, not if he wants to get to work on time.

He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and hurries towards the bus stop.

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Her phone buzzes, and Violet glances at the screen to see a text from Tony.

Tony: Are you free tomorrow afternoon?

A quick mental run through of her schedule says yes, and she texts him as such. Her stomach twists with nerves, wondering what Tony wants.

He isn’t very forthcoming with details, simply asking her to meet him in the band room after school the next day. Violet agrees and spends the rest of the time leading up to then worrying over what he wanted to meet with her about.

Finally, the end-of-school bell rings, and Violet dawdles while students flood outside all around her. Once the school is mostly empty, she hitches her backpack slightly higher up on her shoulders and makes her way to the band room, trying to ignore the growing feeling of dread.

Violet pushes the door open slowly, and Tony stands up from a stool. Her stomach swoops at the mixture of confusion, concern, and what looks unfortunately a bit like betrayal on his face.

“Sooo,” Tony says. “I think we need to talk.”

“Oh?” Violet asks, internally cringing at how high her voice rises. “What about?”

“Yesterday, after you left, Collin said something about me having looked forward to our date for weeks?” Violet cringes, knowing what’s coming and helpless to stop it. “And then later, he said we’ve apparently been dating for a year.” She risks a glance up at Tony’s face and immediately regrets it, but she can’t pull her gaze from his again. He looks like someone kicked his puppy, a combination of why would you do that and hurt. “But I’ve only known you for a week?” He finishes softly, his eyes begging for an explanation.

She teeters between owning up and telling him everything or just bolting, but before she can stop herself she says, “I don’t know why Collin would lie like that.”

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“I don’t know why Collin would lie like that,” Violet says. It’s a weak lie, and they both know it, but Violet doesn’t take it back, doesn’t do anything but stay frozen where she is, barely inside the door, looking like she’d been contemplating running ever since they started their conversation.

Tony hesitates, sighs, and tells her, “I like you, Violet.” Her breath hitches. “...But I just don’t think I can be with someone who won’t tell me the truth.” It hurts to say, but not as much as it hurts that she won’t just explain.

Violet sighs softly. “I understand,” she tells him, and then she tilts her head in a way that causes her hair to fall in front of her face, and gives him a sad smile, and she looks so incredibly shy. “See you around, Tony.” She slips out the door, and Tony sinks down onto the stool he’d been waiting for her on, wishing the encounter could’ve been less of a disaster.

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A couple weeks pass, and wouldn’t it be just Violet’s luck if this round was the one to stick, the one where she couldn’t give Tony an impossible explanation and they stay a broken up couple. Maybe it’s a sign.

“Have you two still not made up yet?” Ann asks. “A fight so soon after the last one?”

“It’s more like we didn’t fully work out the last fight, and this is a continuation of it,” Violet explains sadly.

“I’m sure it’ll work out,” Ann tries to reassure her. “You’re such a rocky couple.”

“Yeah,” Violet sighs. “This time it really feels like it might be permanent though, y’know?” Ann frowns sympathetically and pulls her into a hug.

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A few weeks pass since Tony broke up with Violet, and he can’t help but feel guilty when he sees her in the hallways. Sometimes, they meet each other’s eyes, and she gives him this regretful smile and he smiles back tightly at her, and maybe they’ll say hi, but that’s about it.

Then, another supervillain attacks—one Tony doesn’t quite catch the name of but he thinks it might be some sort of pun—and he runs across a superhero.

There’s this overwhelming feeling of deja vu as he takes in this super girl, but he can’t for the life of him remember meeting her before. She’s got sleek black hair, and the black domino mask on her face makes the blue of her eyes stand out in the glimpse of them he sees. She gives him a shy, sad smile, then seems to catch herself and makes it polite, and says, “You need to get out of the area.”

But Tony saw—he recognized that smile, and he’s sure his eyes are huge as he asks, tentatively, “Violet?”

She doesn’t seem to hear him, summoning a force field to push him and a few others out of the way, and then taking off towards the villain. He stares after her, stunning by this revelation, until his parents find him and drag him away from the fight.

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That afternoon, Violet dithers in her bedroom. It’d be so selfish of her to tell her parents and have Tony’s memory taken from him, to take her second chance instead of earn it from him.

But on the other hand, that was what got her into the mess she was in, and she’d probably still be dating him if his memory hadn’t been erased. It’d be a do-over, just another tally on the list of times he’d forgotten her.

...that she’d have caused, this time.

part 2! alternate part 2! part 3!

#incredibles 2 #violet parr #tony rydinger #viony #jack-jack parr #multiple chapters can you BELIEVE it #someone poke me to post the other ones tomorrow #saving this now because i typed this all by hand and edited as i went and i will actually curse if it deletes but this DOES need a title #my fics #my writing #you don't need to read both part 2s if you don't want to i just liked both ways so i wrote and posted both

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acefrogmonarch · 5 years

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Hi There! one-shot

Ao3

Not the update you wanted. Maybe I continue one-shots that are similar to my universe, maybe not.

What else is new, we are thriving in this fandom.

When you're late to the Maribat fluff week but you don't really care so

I used this to help me with https://www.talkinfrench.com/how-to-read-a-french-menu/ the dinner scene. Because I'm going to be as accurate as god damn possible! Every single meal I have stated is real and can be eaten. These characters aren't mine!

Mariette couldn't wait for tonight! It's been months since she and Adrien got to catch up. Looking through her closet, she couldn't decide between her cardigan and favorite blazer. Both were in the same navy blue that matched well with her outfit.

Placing both jackets on her bed, Marinette compensated which would look best for the white tank top, watermarked with "I survived Gotham." Walked around her old room, Marinette looked back at the tan shorts under the tank top.

Making her way back to bed, Marinette grabbed her phone from the end table. Sending a text to Adrien if they could color coordinate together.

Mari-Bear <3: I don't know what to pick for my outfit, whats your main color?

Adrikins: uhhhhh

Adrikins: I think it's blue???

The last time Adrien questioned what color it was, he wore hot pink shorts to a stakeout. "But Mari, I said it was red!" Marinette didn't trust his wardrobe again. Never again. If he dressed in hot pink shorts with a yellow shirt again, Marinette was going to have words with him. Maybe throw hands. Both.

Mari-Bear <3: Photo.

Adrikins sent a photo.

It was a relatively nice outfit. On the model figure, it complimented all his looks, even brought out the colors of his eyes. "A bluish-green?" Talking out loud, or mumbling help her spin ideas out even if it annoyed Damian to no end. "A mesh, with green and blues."

Marinette kept mumbling to her self, then suddenly an idea hit her. She threw her phone at her bed and went straight to her closet. Pulling out an old jacket full of meshed blues.

Marinette didn't like how it never went with any of her other clothes, often forgetting it in the back of the closet. With the chilly night and perfect color combo, it was the clear winner from her other choices.

Hoping in the shower, she cleaned herself up. Humming lightly to "Ugly heart by G.R.L". That song was still stuck in her head after so many years. It meant so much to both of them. It was the first time since the defeat of Hawkmoth that they enjoyed being teens again.

Granted they were 18, but that didn't put a damper on their mood one bit. After Chloe moved to New York with her mother, she sent the lastest pop songs that circulated the radio. That song immediately caught Adrien's attention. "We should dance to this Mari!"

Marinette was video calling from Gotham, on a visit to spend time with Damian and his family. "What? Why?" Searching up the lyrics to the song, Marinette let Adrien beg. "And before you say 'Let's put it on youtube.' Let me remind you, that last time, I got recognized all over Paris."

The first-ever dance/singing video they did it to was Indila love story. Marinette had a black mesh on with Ladybug inspired shirt that went to her upper thighs. Adrien had a leather jacket and black pants on.

They didn't even notice they were being recorded by Alya. It blew up once people recognized who were dancing, a lot of theories started popping up if it was their love story. Dancing had been an outlet for both of them.

That 1) wasn't dangerous.

2) helped the itch of staying still for too long.

Adrien was the one to answer questions via Instagram live. Saying it was the love story of Ladybug and Chat Noir. True but no one knew that they were the real Ladybug and Chat Noir. Giving back the Miraculous and Kwami's to Master Fu was the hardest decision for either party.

Stepping out of the shower, Marinette dried off her body and patted her hair down. "You're not my sunshine anymore!" Singing off-key and spinning around in a circle, striking a pose. Marinette giggled and wrapped the towel around her body.

Taking her hairbrush with her, she stepped out of the bathroom. Marinette went to her dresser and took out undergarments. Damian shifted in his place on Marinette's bed next to her laid out Clothes.

Marinette looked at her... Well, she didn't know what Damian was to her. At first, he was insufferable to be around, but then he let her in and they've changed since. Her patience growing and his temper lowering.

They started to balance each other out. Marinette hoped that she wouldn't have to be the one to confess first. It was hard enough on Luka and Adrien, but then again. They weren't Damian, not by a landslide.

Checking her phone, Marinette checked the time. "22:30 Perfect timing." Putting it back down, Marinette grabbed her clothes and undergarment and headed back to the bathroom to leave her partner in crime in peace.

Humming the tone of Indila in the bathroom as she dressed. Putting her hair into a messy fishtail braid, Marinette opened the door to find Damian on the other side. Moving out of the way, Marinette noticed how Damian shuffled to the toilet.

"No no no no" Quietly whispering in embarrassment. Quickly closing the door behind her and getting her mind out of the gutter, she quickly found her socks and flats, making her escape. "I'm leaving, bye Damian!"

As she went downstairs, her parents were already in bed. Sneaking out of the bakery she closed the door with her key and checked herself in the mirror. Nodding in satisfaction at her attire, she briskly walked to the designated restaurant. Adrien was outside in a coat, looking at his phone.

"Adrien!" Turning to the familiar sound, Adrien began waving wildly, they hugged each other as they got closer. Adrien squealed a little. "I'm so happy to catch up tonight." Marinette looped her arm around Adrien's. "Me too." Adrien already making his way inside the restaurant.

"I have so much to tell you." Adrien took off his coat as they entered the building. "You always pick the grandest of places, Mon Chaton." Adrien couldn't help but blush slightly, scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

"Ever since I took time off of modeling to get my teaching degree, I rarely treated myself and I thought that since it's been a while since we've last talked, why not do it now." Marinette hummed skeptically at Adrien.

"Or maybe." Marinette stopped in front of the door, effectively stopping Adrien from walking in any further. "Hiding from a couple of someones?" Raising in eyebrow as Adrien looks everywhere except her face. "We gotta work on your 'What are you talking about' face." Marinette snorted at the oblivious man in front of her.

Adrien sighed in relieve at the lack of interrogation by his companion. "Please don't tease me so much Mari, I can only take so much." Marinette laughed and Adrien couldn't help but give a little chuckle.

"Let's enjoy the evening, M'Lady." Adrien slightly bowed and Marinette, in turn, curtsied with her 'dress'. "Of course, silly tomcat." Folding the coat in his hands, Adrien puts it over his arm, letting it hand. While Marinette went and asked for the reservations. "Dupain-Cheng."

As the waiter sizes their outfits, Marinette looks over to Adrien to check his outfit. "That damn coat always gets in the way of your outfit." Adrien chuckles softly. "Well, It was from a thrift store." Marinette patted his arm and laughed.

"From all those years ago?" Adrien nods as the waiter clears his throat. "Right this way Ma'dam." With the waiter in front, Marinette followed with Adrien right on her tail. As they reach a clearing near the middle, Adrien rounded around another table to Marinette's chair.

"Allow me." Bumping the waiter out of the way, Adrien bowed, letting him pull the chair out for Marinette. Marinette let out a snort and curtsied again and sat down. "Oh thank, kind sir." Adrien let out a huge grin and made his way to his chair, hanging his coat on the back of his chair. "But of course madam." They laughed as the waiter set down their menus.

The waiter looked at Marinette. "What is for your Apéritifs and Digestifs?" Looking up, Marinette smiled. "Le pâté de mouton artisanal and Cointreau for me-." Adrien looked up from his carte. Even if they both knew what he would order, he still wanted to act clueless. "Fino and Cognac for me."

Marinette's stomach couldn't help but growl thinking about dinner. "For entrée, we'll get a salad." Marinette started listing off, while Adrien put down the menu. Adding in little things for himself, Marinette took care of the le plat principal.

"I'll have a Boeuf Bourguignon while he'll take Foie gras." Adrien leaned over and stopped Marinette from talking. "With assiette of Fromage." Marinette raised an unimpressive eyebrow and glared at him.

"Really? What else would you like Le dessert." Adrien was practically bouncing in his seat. "Can we!" Marinette's sass is replaced with sorrow, smiling softly. "Yeah. Yeah, we can."

"Two Crème Brûlée for later into the evening." The waiter nodded and took away la carte. "You know." Marinette started as Adrien had taken out his phone, looking up at Marinette. Adrien stared at Marinette.

"You know I can't do the eyebrow thing, Mari, What's up." Putting his phone back down on the table, he brought his hands up to rest on the table. "You know the rules."

Humming, Marinette kept looking at them. The drinks and pâté quickly arriving after a beat of silence between the two. Digging in, Marinette continued. "You better be careful Agreste or you might charm two reptiles." She pointed at him with her spoon.

Adrien blushes at the implication and scrambles to shush her. "I told you in that confidence, Mari!" Marinette couldn't help but laugh at her friend's sudden shyness. "How's everything else." Adrien beamed. "Oh gosh, Mari, I have so much to tell you!"

Getting back in the rhythm of having each other's presence. was one of the most basic things to do. Easier then coping with anxiety, easier than dealing with people, easier than being Ladybug. They still completed each other in every way except romantic. And that was okay.

"I'm getting ready to be a TA. Helping in the classroom and seeing how teachers interact with their students. But I'd rather work at a college level. Not many people enjoy Physics at 16." Marinette smiled at her partner. "I sure didn't."

Adrien grinned and sipped his Cognac. "No, you were horrible." Marinette grabbed her napkin and swatted at him. "Don't let me relive that." Adrien jumped away from the harmless napkin and tittered. "You're gonna get us to kick out of another restaurant again," Adrien warned Marinette. Offended Marinette dug in her Pâté.

"That was you and you know it." Laughing together this time, they hardly noticed the waiter. "Your food, Ma'dam." Moving the finished pâté, the waiter places sliced ficelle in a basket in the middle, time for the next course!

The waiter places their meals in front of them. "Thank you garcon." Digging in, Marinette hummed in delight. Looking at the meat, Marinette couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After discovering that Damian was vegan. She made the time to learn and make homemade vegan meals for Damian.

Marinette asked for Alfred's opinion on what meals Damian liked the most and what she'd seen him eat on the few dates they've had together. Mari spends many nights on perfecting numerous deserts. Damian caught her several times making a dinner menu and tried some.

Marinette just assumed that it was Jason or Dick. Many turned out great, while others... Let's just say she wasn't allowed to make something the boys couldn't stomach.

Marinette turned to her dinner and scarfed it down. Taking a sip of her drink she turns to Adrien. "You know that Kagami and Luka are right behind us." Adrien dropped her head then looked up at her and smirked.

"And Damian is right behind me." Marinette whipped to turn behind her. Lo and behold, there he is. "Dami?" Adrien couldn't help but tease it. "It's not Dove?" Marinette couldn't help but flush red at the nickname she accidentally gave him.

"Adrien!" Marinette swatted at her with her hand. "That wasn't true Dami." Damian turned and smirked. Marinette couldn't help but flush brighter. 'O-oh god. Why do I like you again?" Damian raised an eyebrow. "You like me?" Marinette's eyes widen at her slip. Abruptly standing up, she walked out of the building. "Nope, nope, nope."

Damian followed after her, catching her arm and looking at her eyes. "Dami, let go." Damian didn't. 'Of course, you didn't even listen to me half the time." Damian grinned slightly. "You should watch your mouth, Malak." Groaning, Marinette raised an eyebrow at him. "Really that's what you're addressing right now?"

"If you wanted my opinion on how I feel about you, you could have asked." Marinette stared at him, no smirks, no grins, serious Damian wasn't a Damian she could handle. It was too much! "Ugh, curse your genes." Damian let out a small chuckle. "Whatever you say ya qamar barid**."

Looking away, Mari sighed and noticed his loosened grip on her arm. "我的爱人* you know, there is only so much you can do that doesn't effect me." Damian picked her up and Marinette giggled at the strength her deepest friend had. "And you should know that it's the same for me habi alghali***."

They walked over, leaving Adrien to clean up the mess with Kagami, Luka, and the restaurant bill. "Just one night Mari, why couldn't you enjoy dinner instead of running off with Damian." Picking up her coat, Adrien continued onto Luka's and Kagami's table. "Room for one more?" The hidden meaning saying so much more than anything that night.

"Of course. Hime." Adrien blushed at the nickname. "Just because my preferred pronouns are she/her doesn't mean you can keep doing that Kagami." The blush on Adrien's pale face says otherwise. Luka went in to kiss her cheek, Kagami did the same on the other.

"我的爱人" is my lover.

"Habi Alghali" Is my precious love.

"Ya Qamar Barid" is Oh cold moon.

#fluff week #fluff #maribat fluff week #late to the party #maribat #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #marinette dupain cheng #marinette

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honkhonkrichard · 5 years

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21 with reddie

21. Best Friends Sibling AU

This got way longer than I thought and I’m calling it ‘Get it right the First Time’ after the billy joel song okay ‘njoy! (WC: 1600+)

“He’s adopted. We all are.” Stan said out of the blue, after dinner.

“What?” Richie asked.

“Eddie. He’s adopted. So is Ben. Bill is too.” He said again, louder this time.

“I-I mean.. I guessed.” Richie shrugged. “Cause they’re white and you’re-” Richie threw a hand over at Stan. “Not.”

“Israeli.”

“I forgot the word.”

“clearly.”

“I-I didn’t have to know, dude, it’s not a big deal.” Richie stammered.

“You were staring at Eddie the entire meal.” Stan said loosely, eyes never leaving his book.

Richie shifted. He was staring at Eddie. How could he not? He was… gorgeous. Big grey eyes, freckled, tan skin, wavy blond hair and the cutest little face. He had a look of perpetual surprise and annoyance, like someone just stole his parking space.

He sat a the table quietly nearly the whole meal, watching the conversation with curiosity and every now and then, his eyes shifted over to Richie.

Richie couldn’t take his eyes off of the younger boy. He was so… pretty. The light from the dining room was framing his face this side of perfect, and his sweater was too big and it gave him the sweetest little sweaterpaws-

“I wasn’t staring at Eddie.”

Stan’s eyes looked up from his book, sharp and intelligent as usual. “Liar.”

“So what If I was?” Richie said, probably too defensively. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Give you my blessing.” Stan said from behind his book, light green eyes still locked on Richie.

“I don’t think I get you, Uris.” Richie lied, because he was quite sure he did. Rich hadn’t been subtle with his idiot grin and enthusiasm with trying to talk to Eddie, who didn’t reciprocate in the slightest.

“I think you do, Tozier.”

“Stanley?” Someone said from the door.

Richie looked up to see Eddie clamped around the door frame, sweater paws and cute grumpy surprise in full swing. Turns out he was wearing little shorts too. Richie gulped.

“Yes Eddie?” Stan said innocently, putting his book down.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably and looked Richie over, the frown in his lips grew. Richie felt a blush rise to his cheeks. “Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

“Sure.” Stan blinked, and stood up. He looked considerably older than his siblings, Richie decided, trying not to imagine his hands around Eddie’s thighs. “Rich, you’ll give us a minute?”

“Course.”

Stan left the room, and Eddie disappeared with him, leaving Richie alone with himself to think about how much Eddie licking his lips after dinner had drove him crazy.

I gotta stop. Richie thought, rubbing his face. Gonna go half chub thinking about it too much. He decided to mindlessly fiddle with his bracelets.

Stan strutted back into the room not longer later, sunk back down into his desk chair, handed Richie a small slip of paper and tucked his hands behind his neck, stretching out like a cat.

“Get out.”

Richie’s eyes widened. “Eddie doesn’t like me, does he?”

Stan shrugged ominously. “It’s me that wants you out.”

“Rude.”

“You have a crush on my baby brother.” Stan said simply.

“Baby.” Richie grinned.

“Out please.”

Richie huffed and grabbed his backpack. “I’ll see you tomorrow though yeah?” Stan nodded in response, and Richie left the room, closing the door behind him (He may be a douche but he wasn’t a barbarian.)

Richie silently gazed into the hallway. All the doors were labeled. Ben’s door was closed, Bill’s was half open (Though loud horror movie noises were coming from behind it.) and what Richie assumed was Eddie’s was wide open; the quiet sound of tapping the only sound from it.

The horror movie paused and Bill swung his door open, eyeing Richie curiously.

“Sup man?” Richie waved.

“W-What’re you doing?” Bill asked, voice lower and more angry than it had been at dinner.

“Uhhhhh I just left Stan cause he kicked me out and then I got lost in thoughts. What’s up with you?” Richie admitted.

Bill glared him up to down. Richie wasn’t sure why he was angry. They got along fine at dinner, joked about how they had no idea they both worked at the same place (Charlie’s vinyls, Bill had the day shift, Rich took the night shift) and now he was being judged.

“If you fuck over my brother, I’ll slaughter you.” Bill promised, and then closed the door.

“What?” Richie mumbled as the horror movie clicked back on.

Richie made a face and went down the hall, and couldn’t stop himself from peering into Eddie’s room.

There were lots of knick knacks everywhere, succulents, a big desk and Eddie curled up in his too big sweater, typing away on a laptop. He noticed Richie, clearly looking at him through the corner of his eye (still surprised and annoyed) and took a deep breath, trying to continue typing.

Richie gave a him a toothy smile. Eddie did not respond.

“So… Uh… Do you.. like… Did I- Um.” Richie tried. Words weren’t working.

Eddie sighed and got up from his chair and then-

closed the door.

Richie snapped some finger guns at the closed door. “Cool.” He said. “Dope I’ll uhhhhh see you later.”

That night, Richie nodded along to the music blasting through his headphones, and emptied his pockets. Wallet. Phone. Rings he forgot to put on after he washed his hands for dinner. Piece of paper Stan gave him that he never read. Pop can tab. Wait.

Richie picked up the paper and unfolded it. It had a small message written in red pen on it; it looked like it had been scribbled over relentlessly. It also had a snapchat username.

Snap: KasperEddie youre rly hot attractive and it makes me nervous but i wanna keep talking 2 to you - eddie (the small blonde one of stan’s brothers who gets really nervous around you)

Richie didn’t bother fighting the smile off his face. His day was looking up. Even though it was 11:26 at night.

He nabbed his phone and collapsed on his bed, adding Eddie’s username, and taking a quick photo of him lying in bed and sent it to the cutie patootie.

Tozier Boy🤙 (Trashrecords): Heyyyyyyyyy got ur message closing the door on me was rly sex c of u

The response was almost immediate. It was a photo of Eddie’s computer. Looks like he was writing an essay.

Eeeeeeee: Sorry you make me nervous I didn’t know what else to do

Richie grinned wildly and stuck his tongue out at the camera, still lying in bed

Tozier Boy🤙: ill let it slide cause youre cute as hell xox

Then he texted Stan.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:29): you BASTART whyd u kick me out if eddie liked me

And got a snap from Eddie: A photo of his keyboard:

Eeeeeeee: oh!!!

“Holy fuck.” Richie whispered. “You are fucking adorable.”

and he sent Eddie a photo of his ceiling saying just that.

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:35): Because Eddie told me to. Said you made him nervous. He also told Bill he liked you and if you started speaking to Eddie Bill would put 30 rounds in your chest.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:35): hot damn

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:36) Also; Ben wants you to come back over and give him “Romance Advice” because you seem “With it”

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:37): u never told me ben was a grandpa

The next image was of Eddie’s face, which was cute enough, except he had drawn blush onto himself. Eeeeeeee: thank you

Immediately following it was a black screen: omg im covered in acne and im sweaty im so sorry

Richie took a photo of him making a desperate face.

Tozier Boy🤙: can we go out i need to get you comfortable with me holding your cute little face as soon as fucking possible also can u go call Ben a grandpa its very important

A photo of a confused bed tucked into a beanbag chair: Eeeeeeee: he said stan JSUT called him that fjkdhflkjdhfjdkhjkd

Richie smiled against his pillow, trying to breath slowly to calm himself down. Holy fuck this fucking kid.

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:45) We’ve made Ben very sad.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:45) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:46) He told me Eddie called him a grandpa too and made the “:(” face and then told me you just “Walk with.. uhm.. swagger and stuff. [You] just seem to know what he’s doing..” Little does he know-

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:46) who’s gonna tell him im dumbass

Then Richie went back to Eddie, trying to pull himself together, took a photo of his dog.

Tozier Boy🤙: so…. did u…… wanna …..hmmmmmmm… go out sometime.?

The next photo was of Eddie’s wide eyes, it was blurry, like he was moving as he took it.

Eeeeeeee: !!!!!! CAN U BRING UR DOG

“God damn.”

Tozier Boy🤙: which one I got 2 an old man corgi (Amante/Ames) and this baby (Bellissima/Belle)

Eeeeeeee: BOTH!!!! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM

Then Eddie sent another black screen.

Eeeeeeee: Fr though I would like a date. Do you like ice cream?

Tozier Boy🤙: im lack toes and taller ants i love ice cream how about this saturday at noon?

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:53): Eddie’s cackling madly what the fuck did you do

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:53) lack toes and taller ants dude

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:54): Cool. Stop it.

Eeeeeeee: sure!!

Richie dropped his phone to the side and danced against his bed. Waving his hands to The Safety Dance. Dates, dogs and cute boys. Okay.

He spent the rest of the night talking with Eddie, grinning widely the whole time.

#honkstory #i think i change styles... 40 different times #anyway #reddie #reddie fanfic #reddie fanficton #thanks for the request!#mine #richie #eddie #bill #stan #ben #ask #anon #fanfic #get it right the first time #best friends sibling au

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Tech Support

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUT AF

"hello welcome to tech support how can I assist?"I cheerfully gleam As I know if I don't then I will get fried "Hu? Ohh thank fuck, hi yeah my computer has completely locked up and I have no idea what to do" the sweet sounding male voice explains "it's glitching out and it won't let me long in" "Okay, how long have you had the computer?" I ask "Like six months maybe" he says sounding unsure of his answer "Okay, what where you doing when this happened?" I ask "Why do you wanna know what I was doing?" He asked a little shocked "I am an adult man I do not have to explain to anyone what I'm doing on a Friday night alone" "Doing on the computer sir" I smiled "Ohh... right" he says clearly blushing "Is Uhhh is this being recorded?" "I can not tell you that sir, some calls are monitored but I can't tell you if yours is or isn't" I explain even if I can tell mine isn't "I know but just...like between us?" He asked "It's not" I smiled "Okay... I was Uhhh watching some internet videos" he explained "Okay what site where you on?" I ask "Uhhhhh... Just a site" he blushed "is it really important?" "Yes sir the site could have been the cause of the problem" I explain "I was on..." He began but then a very fast mumble of something under his breath that I didn't at all catch "Sorry sir could you repeat that please" I ask "I was on... HotvidsXXX" he said quietly "Okay, and what where you doing on the site?" I ask "Watching videos" he answered "Anything else?" I ask "Why do you wanna know?!" He asked sounding a bit shocked "I mean any downloads? Cookies that sort of thing?" I ask "Oooohhh... No, just watching" he answered "Okay, can I get the account name on the computer?" I ask "I think it's tbspersonal but that might be wrong" he answered "Yes sorry no names come up for that, can you give me a run down of your account profile?" "Thomas, 29, ..." He began going on to explain the email and such he had the account with and I found it "Mr sangster then?" I ask "Yep" he sighed sounding tried "The name is tbspersonal 160590 for future reference" I smiled "Ohh that might have been why it wasn't working" he laughs "Probably" I laughed "So any ideas why it's glitching?" He asks "Well that site does seem to have alot of reports of malware and viruses so I would suggest it was that" I explain "So what do I do?" He asks "it's signed in now what?" "I would suggest making sure you have any data backed up and doing a full rest on your computer you have a lot of stuff causing this" I explain "Okay, how long will that take?" He asks "Is the files are already backedup about half an hour" I smiled "Half an- uuuggghh! Fine" he sighed "I would suggest as well getting some kind of anti virus to stop this happening again" I explain "and I would also suggest somewhere like pronhub or Reddit next time Mr sangster much safer" I smirked "Really? Any good videos you want to recommend to me?" He smirked "Well that would depend on alot of things" "Come on tech girl don't kid me you see inside my computer you can see all my searches all my internet history, you probably know what I like better then I do?" He smirked "I'll make sure there is a text file full of links when your computer boots up again" I smirk making him a nice little file "Really? Humm is that what you think I like or what you like?" He asked "Both" I smirked "Yeah? Uumm ummm, I'll be sure to call you up again after and tell you what I thought of them" he smirked his voice sounding different deeper and like he was breathing more "so...we have half an hour till it boots up again" he smirked "you wanna... maybe you know" he smirked "What?" I ask "Well...you work for tech support you gotta be a smart girl, you know what I was doing when my computer broke" he explained and I blushed a little of course I did and it was kinda cute such a sexy sounding guy was obviously still horny "and you have a very sexy voice" he smirked "Ohh do I Mr sangster?" I ask "Yeah you do" he smirked "although honestly honey I was near completion when my computer broke, I didn't need much just a girl voice and i was gonna wanna do it" he smirked "Your video was only on for five minutes" I giggled "What are you implying?" He asked a little worried "Nothing," I smirked "so what video exactly where you watching?" I ask "Ohh come on you know how far into it I was you know exactly what I was watching honey" he smirked "Still for security" I lie "You little liar, alright, it was some couple on a underground train having a grope and a fuck" he smirked "Very interesting" I smiled "I always wanted to do that," he smirked "grope someone in the tube" he smirked "Perhaps you will soon" I smirked "Yeah? Tell me what stop and what time you get off work and I'll arrange it honey" he smirked "Perhaps some other time" I smiled as I noticed many of the people on my floor going off home leaving if almost empty so I finished off the file leaving my number and a little note on the bottom "your computer should have booted up fine now?" I ask "Yeah it did, thanks Hun now before you race off where did you hide that little file for me?" He asks "In the like fourth new folder with other new folders" I smirked "Clever girl" he smirked "how did you know that's where I keep it?" He asked "Lucky guess" I smiled "Did you look in the folder?" He asks "Maybe" I shrug I hadn't but I will now he mentioned it so I checked the file full to the brim with pictures and gifs all of them sexy and smutty "Hummm well... if your a curious little thing you could always go in the other folder in there? If you felt adventurous?" He smirked and of course after that I couldn't not look in it, it had pictures Mostly nice normal pictures of a very very handsome blonde guy but mixed in a Few that where...not so innocent "Why do you have these?" I ask "Sometimes it's easier to have them all done ready Incase a sexy girl wants to see" he smirked "in fact... That's pretty new one" he smirked as a picture just was saved in the file I looked closely and saw a phone in it clearly on this number as well as him clearly jerking himself off "Humm when was that Mr sangster?"I ask "About five seconds ago honey" he smirked "come on please... just let me finish sexy girl" he pleads "That would be very inappropriate" I smirk "I know, you know it too... but you haven't stopped me have you?" He growled as I could start to hear him with his fast pumps and harsh breathing I couldn't help feeling the ache between my legs hearing him so I slipped my hand under my skirt gently rubbing on my panties "what are... Uuuuuhh oh my god! Your really?" He asks "Of course it's my job to assist you" I smirk trying to keep quiet incase someone heard me "Uhhhh ummm ummmmm, fucking hell! I never got this my action out a sex call with my ex girlfriend" he smirked "uhhhh! I'm close honey, finish me please" he begs "Uhhh... Thomas" I whined "Uuuuuhhh! Uhhh uuuuuhhh! Fuck! Honey! Oh my god!" He moans as he clearly finished I went to stop but he must have heard me "Ohh no you don't, were not finishing this till you cum too" he smirked "come on honey cum for me, dirt that little desk chair come on I want it dripping down your fucking legs by the time I'm done with you" he smirked "Uhhh uuuuhh" I groaned rubbing harder trying to be quiet and not draw attention to myself "Quiet honey, Don't want someone to hear you" he smirked "uhh fuck you sound sexy your making me hard again already sexy girl" he smirked "Uuhh uuhh thomas-" I groan getting close "Uhh fucking hell ..., I didn't expect you to be this sexy, he's throbbing for your sexy groans honey.... Keep going honey, daddy needs to jerk of again while he listens to you" he moans "Uuuhhhh!" I sqeualed as I finished I felt it dripping down my legs a little I really did need that as I haven't gotten off in months "Uhhh uuuuuhhh uuuuuhh!!" He moans quickly finishing for the second time "whoa... Lucky you included the number honey I was about to ask for it" he smirked "I'll call you later, on this one talk about what I thought if these videos" he smirked "Very good Mr sangster, I'm happy I could resolve your issue" I smiled "Yes you did honey, both of them" he smirked "Excellent and how would you rate this tech support call?" I ask "Extremely satisfied honey" he smirked "but you already knew that" he smirked So I wrapped it up and called off getting my stuff to go home 'miss you already honey Xxx' came thought as I stood on the train home and I blushed a little as an idea came into my head

Thomas' pov:

I smirked as I got some tea after all that needing to get my energy back up I had sent her a text already if nothing else so she had my number when my phone went off so I grabbed it and checked Sexy tech support Xxx😘💜💦: Miss you too, wish you where here to...as it's something you've always wanted to do 😜 Picture

The picture was a very very cute girl stood on the tube in a little skirt and top gently and secretly groping her breast and I couldn't take it Mr Sangster💦😘💦: What stop are you getting off at?

Sexy tech support Xxx 😘💜💦: Why?

Mr sangster 💦😘💦: I'm picking you up honey X which stop? I'll be waiting outside for you

And soon enough she gave me the answer so I got my keys and hopped on my bike across town and as soon as I got there a sexy cute girl came up from the station I recognized her from the picture she saw me and smiled widely a little nervous "Hey" she smiled fixing her hair "Hey" I smiled "so? You wanna ride home honey?" I offered and she blushed with a little nod

Timeskip: I yawned a little feeling her arms tight around me so I smirked pulling her closer "ummm good morning honey" I smirk kissing her sweet lips "Good morning Thomas" she yawns "So? What do you wanna get up to this morning?" I ask her and she smirked climbing into my lap so I smirked pulling her closer kissing those beautiful lips holding her hips and the small of her back so we where as close as we could be "Thomas?" She asks sweetly "Yes my love?" I asked running my fingertips slightly across her thighs in little ways I know she can't resist "Do you think we should tell people the truth?" She asked and I smirked pushing her down flat on our bed wrapping her legs around my waist "Honey, knowone needs to know that we met when I had broke my computer watching porn, that is our little secret isn't it?" I smirk grinding my morning wood against her wet cunt "it's our little secret, all that when we first met... because if someone found out about it we would both be in the shit for that call wouldn't we honey?" I smirked kissing down her neck and chest biting on her nightie "Mummy! daddy!" We heard running down the hall so we quickly out some distance between us as they ran in "Yes alright kids hello morning what do you want?" I ask lifting the two of them up into our bed "what have we told you about bursting into Mummy and daddies room unannounced?" I ask "We did announce we yelled" Mel giggled "Still, you know after bed time and before breakfast is mummy and daddies privet time," I warn "But where starving" luke whines "Alright kids go on go set the table mummy and daddy will be down in a minute" she tells them so they jumped off the bed and ran off downstairs "When will they learn not to bother us in the morning" I sigh "They will learn, just like the learnt not to watch mummy and daddies special movies" she smiled giving me a kiss and going down to start breakfast

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 5 years

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Hey! A bit ago I saw that you were wondering if anyone was interested in a tutorial on dialogue?? And I just wanted to say that I would totally love to learn how to write dialogue/banter like you do, if you’re still interested in creating that tutorial of course

Hi yes of course I’m still interested!! But before I jump in, let me say that this is by no means a be-all-end-all, and this is just what works for me. If it works for other people, that’s great! If it doesn’t, that’s totally valid! Maybe this could be a jumping off point for other pieces of advice, idk. But anyway, let’s gooooo

Okay so I’m gonna be pulling out a bad example of my own writing, and a good example for each point, which is extra but will hopefully show the differences, & I’ll be doing it without putting anyone else down so yeet!

SAY IT OUT LOUD, MAKE SURE IT FLOWS, MAKE SURE IT MAKES SENSE

Another point to this one is, can you imagine real life people saying it? If the answer is no, then you gotta rework it. If the answer is yes, then yay!

Otherwise I’m not really sure how to explain this. Making sure it makes sense is easy enough, and saying it out loud is too, but making sure it flows is different. What I do for this is maybe not the best advice, but I use less periods. Commas, dashes, and ellipses keep it from being choppy. Also, adding words/phrases such as ‘well’, ‘like’, ‘I mean’, ‘uh/um/er/etc’ can help connect sentences/thoughts together in a realistic way.

BAD EXAMPLE:

“Bruce shrugged. “I knew, but didn’t realize, I guess. I’ve known he was young since I first learned about him.”

Clint, who was blanching, said, “he looks like a kid. Or an underage father. Think about what he had to go through as a kid, though."” - posted on July 1st, 2014

Why it’s bad: (Ignoring the horrible blocking dskljflksdf)

It doesn’t flow! Bruce’s line here feels just a little off, probably bc I was trying to put information where it shouldn’t have been (more on that later), but even without the second sentence, it’s still off. Time to reword, then; I’d change it to “I learned about it when I was studying him, but I kinda…forgot.” Idk about yall, but I can see Mark Ruffalo saying this, shrugging sheepishly. This flows a lot better and in my experience, it’s more likely someone would say this instead of “I didn’t realize, I guess”.

Clint’s lines should be combined, and there should be some diction added in. “He looks almost like a kid, or like, an underage father. God, think about what he had to go through!” Way less choppy & has some rhythm to it, instead of sounding like a robot is saying it.

GOOD EXAMPLE:

““Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”

“It’s not weird,” Sam denies immediately, “You just don’t appreciate it.”

“Why would I appreciate—” Steve reads carefully off his screen, “—Buzzfeed’s ‘Which Possible Illuminati Member Are You?’ quiz?”

“Because everyone thinks you’re in the Illuminati anyway, so why not see if you get yourself, you know?”

“Okay, but at four am? What were you even doing up that early?”” - posted on March 2nd, 2019

Why it’s good:

This is one of those I suggest reading out loud to understand the flow. Banter, at least in this case, is like slapstick comedy, and it’s gotta go back and forth without going way off course (unless that’s the desired effect!). Steve says something, Sam picks something specific to react to & adds a comment that makes it seem like they’ve maybe had this conversation before, and from there, they pass the rhythm to each other. Going from the second-to-last to the last lines is part of the flow; Sam makes a point that Steve doesn’t want to refute, so he continues it in another way. “Okay, but” is like the hinge connecting one flow to another. I’m just talking in circles now but anYWAY THIS IS BACK AND FORTH.

TRY TO FIT THE CHARACTER

Think specifically about the character, and if it sounds like something they would say or not. That’s kinda hard at times, so just make sure you aren’t having them say things you can definitely NOT imagine them saying. I’m gonna go with Batman because we all know him enough to know what he absolutely would never ever say.

BAD EXAMPLE:

Batman says, “And I was like, ‘oh my god, is this serious? You’re just turning yourself in?’ And he said ‘hell yeah I am!’ and I almost died from the shock!”

Why it’s bad:

Batman is a character who doesn’t ramble and wouldn’t retell an event like this (by paraphrasing it & recounting exact exchanges). He’s a very stoic person, and this whole thing is more emotionally open and telling than he would be comfortable with. And while this flows, I can’t picture him saying it unless it’s a heavily AU’d version, which is generally not what you want.

GOOD EXAMPLE:

Batman says, “The Joker turned himself in last night. I assume he’s planning something, something big if he’s willing to go to Arkham for it.”

Why it’s good:

This is a lot more subtle with the emotions, and a lot more monotonous, which is what Batman would probably want to sound like when recounting an event like this. He WANTS to sound like a textbook or police report, which are serious and straight to the point. But he can still add his thoughts into the mix, e.g. “something big…”, which shows how he’s kind of surprised and is thinking about what it means.

YA CAN’T ALWAYS INPUT INFORMATION INTO THE DIALOGUE

Sometimes you really want or need to share some information with the readers, and an easy way to do that is with dialogue, right? Sometimes! This, like everything else, hinges on flow & the realisticness of the words. Some pieces of info need to be conveyed through thoughts or actions, and some of it just shouldn’t be shared, no matter how much you might want to include it.

BAD EXAMPLE:

“Bonnie asked, “so…Original vampire? What does that mean, exactly? If you don’t mind my asking, I mean.”

“It means that my siblings and I were turned into the very first vampires after the death of my youngest brother. Also turned were my father, sister-in-law, and nephew. All vampires in existence come from us.”” - posted on March 6th, 2017

Why it’s bad:

The OG vampire in question here is Elijah, and while it makes sense for the character to quickly summarize it, it doesn’t flow. He would probably react firstly to Bonnie’s last sentence, then answer more concisely, “It means that my family and I are the first vampires in existence.” Maybe with an additional comment about them being the source of all other vampires, but not much more. Being so specific chops up the rhythm and makes it harder to understand, almost, ‘cause that’s a lot of people to keep in consideration.

GOOD EXAMPLE:

““What are you talking about, Kev?” Cheryl sets her phone down, the picture of fully-invested. “Schools don’t just shut down in one day.”

Kevin flops into the other chair, breathing calmed for the most part. “Apparently they do. Dad told me they arrested a teacher there for selling Jingle Jangle to students, and when they were going through his office they found meth. The basement was being used as a meth lab. The whole thing’s being quarantined and shut down until further notice.”” - posted on August 2nd, 2018

Why it’s good:

It flows!!! For being secondhand information, it’s clear enough to understand without bombarding readers with extremely specific details. It reads almost like an online article, with enough feeling to make it interesting, while still explaining exactly what’s happened.

DIFFERENT MOODS/DYNAMICS

Something to think about when writing dialogue is what mood your characters are in, and what kind of relationship they have with the character(s) they’re talking to. If person A is in a bad mood and talking to someone they like, they might try to tamp down on the mood in order to be nice. If person B is in a great mood and talking to a stranger, they might be pretty exuberant and friendly. Etc etc. Gonna use Superman as an example (this is extremely cheesy but it shows the difference).

BAD EXAMPLE: (Mood)

Extremely annoyed, Superman tells Lex Luthor, “Lex, you’re crazy! Trying to take over Metropolis with a hair growing scheme is just stupid! I’m leaving!”

He goes on to his date with Lois, now as Clark Kent, and says with a smile, “Sorry I’m fifty-seven minutes late, Lex kept me at work! Anyway, how was your day?”

Why it’s bad:

Okay I know this is cheesy I’m sorry I wrote this at 2 am last night lkdjflksjdfhskjdfhjashf ANYWAY. Superman goes from talking to Lex, who he doesn’t like and is quite annoyed with, to talking to Lois, who he does like and presumably isn’t annoyed with at all. The problem here is that you usually can’t turn moods off like a switch. Even though Superman likes Lois, he wouldn’t walk into the date perfectly happy. The annoyance from dealing with Lex would stay with him (though it would probably fade the longer the date went on). I think instead of smiling, he would be rolling his eyes a little and complaining like, “I swear, he’s so inconsiderate….”, instead of immediately jumping into “how was your day?”

GOOD EXAMPLE: (Dynamic)

Superman laughs as Robin does a flip off his shoulder. “Good job! Maybe next time we could try it from a little higher up,” he winks.

Robin cheers, “Yes! Thanks, Uncle Clark!”

Superman nods and leaves, finding Batman in the hallway. Seriously, he says, “Batman.”

“Superman.”

“Did you get your report done? They’re due by this afternoon.”

Why it’s good:

Again with the cheese that’s my bad lmao. This is mostly to show that characters are gonna sound different when speaking to different people. When talking to Robin, who is a child and quite a friendly one at that, Superman is teasing and joking around. Then, when he talks to Batman, who’s a grown man and also his coworker, he’s more serious and to the point. Both situations fit his character but show he’s got different relationships with different people.

IN CONCLUSION, uhhhhh yeah follow these points and hopefully dialogue will come a little easier. Experiment and have fun with it (these aren’t rules, but guidelines!), and if there are any questions I’m happy to clear them up/answer them/whatever lol.

#long post #writing advice #dialogue advice #writing tag #idk what to tag this as??#shut up dottie #Anonymous

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N: Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK Gender: MALE Age: 26 DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1 NON -REACTIVE

HIV TYPE 2 NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1 NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2 NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu. You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch. He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers. Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous. Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair. I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours. For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist. Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it. Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

#lets not drag me for something i can't explain XD XD XD XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

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redid this 92 questions meme from 4 years ago for Fun and Profit because i like seeing how much i’ve changed over the years. not tagging anyone, but if you want to answer the questions, go wild

what was your…

last beverage? woter

last phone call? a confidential call to a research lab at my university because they’re studying alcohol use in young adults and wanted to know if i fit the criteria to be in the study (i do, so i get money for it fuck yeah)

last text message? i told my dad that our neighbors got two of their trees cut down and his response was “Wwwow”

last song listened to? currently listening to “evening prayer aka justice” by ezra furman!

last time you cried? maybe like saturday or sunday? not really sure

have you ever…

dated someone twice? nah

been cheated on? don’t believe so

kissed someone and regretted it? eh i’ve had a few kisses that i look back and kinda cringe at because we were really drunk or i was Not Into Them or whatever, but actually, truly regret? no.

lost someone special? it’s been awhile since anyone close to me died. my maternal grandma (and step-grandpa) are getting pretty old/less healthy though so i’m like starting to already feel weird snatches of anticipatory grief for that which :/

been depressed? i’d say so yeah, on occasion

been drunk and vomited? fun story i briefly thought i was allergic to alcohol freshman year because i’d throw up every time i drank. TURNS OUT however i just was a dumbass who didn’t know how to hold their liquor

list three favourite colors: hot pink, teal, black

in the last year, have you…

made a new friend? yes indeed

fallen out of love? cannot say that i have

laughed so hard there were tears? oh constantly. though i do that regularly because of the dumbest shit, so that’s not, like, an anomaly

met someone who changed you? YES the professor of my psych lab whom i ADORE

found out who your true friends are? yeah, or at least i feel way more comfortable and grounded in my friendships than i did. which is cool!

found out someone was talking about you? i overheard my coworker at our (drama-filled, my god) orientation leader job bitching about some other coworkers, but then what she said about me was “yeah katie’s pretty cool” so i was like :) :) neat

kissed anyone on your facebook “friend list”? hell yeah babey

general questions.

how many of your facebook friends do you know in person? the vast majority. there’s a few Spelling Bee Kids who’ve just added me for Spelling Bee Clout that i don’t know irl, but otherwise i don’t really add people i don’t know

how many siblings do you have? 1 (one) 16-year-old bröther

do you have any pets? 1 (one) very old round guinea pig named hamlet

do you want to change your name? eh not really. i’m not, like, obsessed with it, but it’s a decent name and i have no urge to change it

what did you do for your last birthday? i turned 21, but it was a monday, so i went to a restaurant with three of my friends and ordered 1 (one) Alcoholic Beverage. then later that week i went to a coffee bar that serves alcohol later at night with some of my other friends and had more Alcoholic Beverages there

when did you wake up today? 9:30ish

what were you doing at midnight last night? being asleep lmao

something you cannot wait for: going to arizona and later going back to kentucky for senior year of college (holy fuck)

when did you last see your mother? like 15 minutes ago, she’s doing laundry or something

what is one thing you wish you could change about your life? where 2 begin. uhh i wish i was more naturally outgoing instead of having to consciously turn on my Extrovert Persona in certain scenarios and end up getting super drained from it. i also wish i knew what the fuck i was doing with my life but i think that’s just, like, The Eternal Twenty-Something Mood (at least i hope it is dear god)

what are you listening to right now? the song “rodeo” by lil nas x, which PERSONALLY said gay rights

have you ever talked to a person named tom? yes multiple, and every tom(my) i have hated (sorry if you’re a tom and you’re a decent human bean)

what’s getting on your nerves right now? i have to do a bunch of important life and school stuff but i am procrastinating it! so i guess...my brain

most visited webpages: twitter, tumblr, discord, instagram, the dear prudence advice column on slate dot com lmfao

blood type: o+ i believe, but i am too smol to donate blood so i do not know for sure :(

nicknames: some of my friends refer to me over text as k8e and i love it tbh. also katie itself is a nickname

relationship status: single but like, kind of a thot

zodiac sign: virgo sun cancer moon cancer rising

pronoun: they/them but she/her is also fine

primary school: private lutheran school

middle school: the same private lutheran school

high school: public school

college: university of kentucky for undergrad and also a concurrent grad program (long story). maybe more grad school???? somewhere else??? or not???? I Don’t Know

hair colour: honey blonde

long or short: hair? just got it cut short in january and it was the best decision i ever made

height: 5’6"

do you have a crush on someone? define “crush”

what do you like about yourself? i’m a good listener and writer and also sometimes my Funney Joaks land

do you have any tattoos? nah. i am afear’d i’d regret it

are you right- or left-handed? right-handed

first surgery: some ear procedure thing in kindergarten. if that doesn’t count i got half my wisdom teeth out the summer before college and the other half the summer after freshman year (but was technically awake for both)

first piercing: ear piercings when i turned sixteen

first best friend: uhhhhh my friend stephanie from home-preschool? or this girl named grace who was my kindergarten best friend but then moved away

first sport you joined: i believe dance classes when i was but a little peanut

first vacation: idk? we went to san diego when i was two i think? don’t remember it though

first pair of trainers/sneakers: good question. had some boss-ass light-up shoes once

right now i am…

eating: popped corn

drinking: woter

about to: hopefully write this [bernie sanders voice] damn email, but who is to say : - )

listening to: my liked songs on spotify (currently “i think i’m going to kill myself” by elton john)

interested in having children? if that’s how the proverbial cookie proverbially crumbles, yeah. that idea seems really far away even though i know high school classmates with kids.

interested in getting married? yes, but if and only if i meet the right person

ready for a career or have one? [sobbing]

which is better…?

lips or eyes? eyes generally, but lips are also Good

hugs or kisses? k i s s e s. i lov to kiss. love hugs too though if it’s with friends

shorter or taller? actually being a similar height to me is optimal!

older or younger? mmm i tend to subconsciously lean older, but younger is fine too

romantic or spontaneous? the wording seems to imply that “romantic” and “spontaneous” are opposites which just isn’t true. both??

nice stomach or nice arms? arms i guess?

sensitive or loud? my first impulse was “loud” but like....loud in that i tend to gravitate to people who are more extroverted than me, but not in terms of being overtly annoying or demanding.

hook-up or relationship? :^) judging by my History(tm) it’d be committed hook-up, lol. but like either is good. am not about sex with a stranger though.

troublemaker or hesitant? troublemaker ~vibes~ but not actually, like, a danger in any way. being hesitant can be cute, but i myself am often pretty hesitant so it can become an Awkwardness Standoff more often than not

have you ever…

kissed a stranger? no, but came damn close in greece

drunk hard liquor? oh yeah lmao

lost glasses or contacts? i’m sure i’ve lost a pair of contacts somewhere in there

had sex on the first date? depends on your definition of “sex”, and also on your definition of “date” really, but also Yeah

broken someone’s heart? i hope not, but i think maybe :/

had your own heart broken? ....ish?

been arrested? nope

turned someone down? yyyyyyep

cried when someone died? not in my memory? though i might have

fallen for a friend? :^) haha oh yeah

do you believe in…

yourself? i try oh my god do i try

miracles? i think

love at first sight? nah. i think intrigue at first sight is a thing, or lust at first sight, or even just a bizarre extraterrestrial sense of Knowing, but real genuine love? nahhhh son you gotta know someone deeply for that. mortifying ordeal of being known and all that

heaven? mm yeah i’d say so

santa claus? no, and i haven’t for a hot minute there

kissing on the first date? lol yeah kiss away

angels? fuck yeah sometimes they’re circle things with 56879879677 eyes and they’re cool af

well in review i have indeed changed quite a bit from myself four years ago! in summary i am more of a thot and also drink alcohol. idk. my answers then ~seemed~ more sure of myself in terms of, like, this façade of being chill all the time, but less sure re: how i related to other people. all my angst on those questions was about school instead of general personhood. 4 years ago i also definitely /remember/ being insecure (at the time) about the fact that i’d never kissed anyone/etc., but my answers themselves don’t look that way. (sidenote being insecure about that kind of thing really isn’t worth it, everyone does life at their own pace.) whereas now i feel more open actively discussing my insecurities (see above re: future plans/etc.) instead of just boxing them down and pretending they don’t exist. as a high schooler i thought i was bad at being a person, and i feel like i’m a lot better at being authentic with myself (and ergo, being a person) now. though of course there is no right way to be a person which is something i still frequently have to remind myself.

ANYWAY yeah that was a fun waste of an hour feel free to use these questions for yrself

#tag meme #personal #92 questions #about me

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