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gaythreadrunner · 6 months

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so you're taking care of your computer's software health. NICE! but what about its physical health?

because yes, computers do need the occasional real-world checkup to make sure that they're running well. but what exactly does that entail? i see many posts about maintaining software health: limit your browser tabs, ensure your antiviruses are working properly, so on and so forth, but checking the physical components is something i sparsely see discussed here.

so what's the deal with physical maintenance? well, have you ever had your computer hack and wheeze trying to keep up even if your OS and all your drivers are up to date and functioning? if you've never opened up your computer before, you may be shocked to find just how FILTHY it can get in there:

take a closer look at that snout dust! PTOOEY .. BLECKH

computers are much more likely to accumulate internal dust if they're sitting on the floor, and especially if they're near any vents and/or if you have pets.

ok, you've figured out how to open your device and now you're staring at the second coming of the dust bowl in your gaming rig. what now? let's explore some basic cleaning tips, deep cleaning pointers for your CPU/GPU, and tips to help keep maintain your computer's physical health in the future.

first of all, turn off your computer and unplug it (for my computer, i turn it off, turn off the PSU switch, unplug it, and then press the power button for about 30 seconds to drain the capacitors and minimize static risk)

generally, you're gonna want to have THESE items:

some sort of face mask (dust masks are best, but anything that'll help keep the harmful dust out of your lungs will generally work)

a can of compressed air (or an electric duster if you're ~fancy~. they look and function like turbo blowdryers)

a vacuum will be useful if there's a LOT of dust, best to use in combination with an anti-static cleaning kit

if you ARE gonna use a vacuum, spray every attachment you use with an anti-static spray. disturbing large amounts of dust creates a lot of static, and electronics are very sensitive to that.

it's never a bad idea to grab an grounding wristband as well, but as long as you wear loose clothes and always keep some part of your skin in contact with the case, you should be ok. (i don't know how much this applies to laptops and smaller devices, since the cases for those are typically plastic)

if there's staining (like from smoke) or there's more gunk caked on than you thought, you can gently clean electronic components with a brush/paper towel/microfiber and medical-grade isopropyl alcohol ONLY. do not use any other cleaning alcohols for this task.

before you do anything, TAKE THAT FUCKER OUTSIDE! always clean a dusty device where the wind can carry that shit away, because oh my GOD will it fuck up your lungs like crazy. (that, and compressed air cans have fluorocarbons in them, which isn't great to breathe in either)

most of the time, you'll probably be fine just using an air duster. for compressed air cans, spray the dirty surfaces in short bursts. an electric duster can be constantly blown. when dusting fans, make sure that you're holding the blades still as to not accidentally make them spin too fast (ESPECIALLY with an electric duster!), since that can damage the mechanism that makes them spin.

however, if there's a lot of dust, it may be better to give it a vacuuming first. anything from a handheld to a shop vac will work, and attachments with brushes on the end will help tons with loosening up even more dust. and of course ALWAYS make sure that you're spraying any attachments with anti-static spray, and keep a hand on the case of the computer to electrically ground yourself since the hose will be in contact with the internals.

if there's any left over, give it a blast with the duster.

in some rare cases, there may be some extra gunk caked onto the internals, and you may have to really get your hands in there or take components out individually. if you don't have an anti static wristband (the ones with an alligator clip) do your best to ALWAYS keep your skin in contact with the case as you're finagling around in there.

it's probably a good idea to have disposable gloves on for this. grab your isopropyl and towel of choice (microfiber is ideal, but dirtier PCs may need disposable paper/shop towels), soak it a little bit, and gently scrub off the gunk n' grime as needed.

with heat sinks specifically, since they're just big blocks of metal, they're the one part of a component that can be cleaned under water. if a dusting doesn't suffice, gently scrub it with a brush under warm, soapy water, rinse thoroughly, and let it dry on a towel for a few hours before reassembling it into the electronic components.

if there's still little bits stuck in the radiator fins, stick an isopropyl-soaked q-tip in there to push it out.

the dust settles, everything's put back together, and it's all clean in there again. YAY!!!!! but what if you're still experiencing temperature problems? well, it typically comes down to either the CPU or GPU:

IF ITS THE CPU: if you took off the cooler to clean it, then i hope you remembered to dab some fresh thermal paste on there. you should be replacing thermal paste few years, otherwise it dries out and loses its effectiveness.

the type you use makes a huge difference too; i like to use arctic's mx-4, it has excellent thermal conductivity while still being an electrical insulator, so spillover isn't a problem. if you go for a liquid metal compound, please do your research first, since some of them can run the risk of corroding the cooler pipes and/or the CPU's outer casing.

to replace thermal paste, make sure that the crusty old paste is sufficiently scrubbed off the contact points of both the CPU and cooler. again, use isopropyl for this. once it's all cleaned off, put about a pea-sized amount of paste on the CPU and carefully lower the cooler onto the mounting bracket before fastening it in place. (also it really doesn't matter how you put the paste on, as long as it ends up covering most of the contact area)

also if you're still using the cooler your CPU came with, you should probably get a better cooler. especially if you're doing gaming or using graphically/mathematically intensive software. sorry. the stock coolers that most CPUs come with are mid as hell. you can get a nice ARGB one for less than 20 USD i promise its worth it

IF ITS THE GPU: like CPUs, your graphics card also needs to have its thermal paste cleaned out and replaced every so often. but they also utilize a second thermal material called thermal pads. these are usually made of either silica gel or a very thick clay-like grease, and come in different thicknesses. my favoured pads are owltree's 12.8w grease pads, the assorted pack comes with enough for about 4-5 GPUs.

taking apart a GPU seems scary, and understandably so; they're incredibly expensive and hard-working pieces of technology! but i've done it twice now, and it's actually surprisingly simple (as long as you keep track of all the damn screws... im lucky there's a magnetized screw mat in the house i can use)

i recommend watching a deep clean/teardown video of the GPU model you have before digging into it yourself. generally, they separate into 4 distinct portions: the outer shell, the heatsink, the board, and the backplate.

the shell contains the fans and any possible RGB elements. it'll have 1-2 controllers plugged into the board, one for the fans and one for the lighting elements if there are any. once the case is unscrewed, unplug these connectors with a firm squeeze and tug.

these tend to be surprisingly dusty on the inside, so it's probably a good idea to blast it with a duster. again, make sure to hold the fans so they don't overspin. you can also remove the fans from the shell and clean them individually if you'd like.

the heatsink is BIG and heavy, and you can do all the same stuff here that you would with a CPU cooler heatsink. it may take a bit of effort to tug off if the thermal materials are really making it stick to the board. once it's off, scrub the old thermal paste, blast it with a duster, and wash under soapy water if needed before rinsing thoroughly and leaving it to dry for a while.

the backplate is just a flat piece of metal that protects the back side of the board. usually all this will need is a simple wipedown.

the board is where all the magic happens, and will usually have a layout that's something like this:

clean up as needed; gently scrub off old thermal paste, scrape off the old thermal pads (but take close note of how thick they are so you can replace them with the correct pads), and brush/wipe down the dust and grease on each side as needed. take care to avoid touching the PCIe connector too much (the bar of golden pins that juts out from the bottom)

thermal padding varies from card to card (i recommend checking thermal pad placements for your gpu in water cooling guides, even if you're not doing water cooling) but it's typically gonna be on THESE spots:

the VRAM chips surrounding the die (main chip) along with the small black chips next to the capacitors will require thermal pads the most. cut each one to size, carefully peel off the plastic films, and press each piece onto the chips.

now you can grab your thermal paste and put some on that big shiny die. now take your freshly pasted/padded board and CAREFULLY lower it back onto the heatsink. i highly suggest having a good source of lightning for this, since shifting around the pieces too much trying to get them to align properly can displace the thermal pads and mess with how the paste spreads.

screw the heatsink tight to the board, and double check to make sure that the pads and paste are snug against the heat sink. now put the backplate and shell back on and BAM YOU'RE DONE! with the paste and pads i used, i was able to bring down the temperature of my cards by a good 10-15 °C.

ok you've done all this deep cleaning shit and your computer is happy and healthy. what can you do for your computer's health in the future?

DUST AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR. haul that thang outside and spray that shit out to stop it from building up for too long.

KEEP IT OFF THE FLOOR. if you can, of course, not everyone has the desk room for it. computers accumulate dust easier when they're close to the floor. if you do need to keep it on the floor, you might have to dust it every 6-8 months rather than once a year.

AND STOP PUTTING YOUR LAPTOPS ON SOFT SURFACES I SWEAR TO GOD

GET A FAN CONTROLLER. motherboards are DOGSHIT at maintaining fan speeds!!!! there are physical fan hubs that use controller software, but if you can't afford that, fancontrol by rem0o is a stellar software-only option.

IF YOU DON'T ALREADY HAVE CASE FANS, GET THEM. the number of fans depends on the motherboard form factor your case can accommodate (ATX cases typically have 6-8), but having that air circulation is very important to maintaining ideal temperatures. arctic makes fantastic budget-friendly fans.

IF YOU HAVE AN NVMe HARD DRIVE: please put an aluminum heat sink on that thang. they get toasty :(

OK THATS IT I THINK. if anyone else has tips they wanna add, go right on ahead. ok thank you bye your computer will love you

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hhonghu · 1 year

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Inside him.

;; pervert!sub!aether x reader

cw: established relationship, pervert aether, ooc aether, perverted thoughts, cockdrunk aether, rough sex, masturbation, teasing, nipple play, blowjob, deepthroating, usage of sex toys (dildo), cumming inside aether, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, public sex, reader has a dick

you heard of pervert reader, now lets have pervert aether!! >:) i'll be posting this before working on sex obsessed kabukimono hehe this is a bit short :(, i might rewrite this soon but i wanna just write this down bc it won't leave my head and i have a debate to work on lol please enjoy! let me know if i missed anything! ^^

pervert!aether who drools about you! he can't take his eyes off of you, you're just amazing. your body is to die for, a pure eye candy. his hands would roam your torso, chest, arms, and biceps. he drooling as he feels your skin in his palms, caressing you all over. "looks like someone is enjoying himself." you chuckle, "i'm not complaining though, have your fun."

pervert!aether who would shamelessly stare at your crotch, thinking about your cock. he wants to suck on it right now. he doesn't care what your doing, he wants it in his mouth. he wants to suck on it, to taste you, to have you use his mouth and bury yourself in his throat. he wants you to make him choke on your cock, fucking his mouth with much vigor until you cum in his mouth. pervert!aether who kneels in front of you and paws your clothes. "[name]..." he whines up at you, eyes glossy. he grabs the hem of your pants and tugs on it, you name spilling out of his mouth again. you look down at him and grin, "well aren't you needy? want my cock, baby?" aether nods eagerly, already having your pants down, eying your half-hard cock. you tut, grabbing his hair before he could put your cock in his warm mouth. he whines, warm breath fanning on your tip making you hiss. "[name].. [name], noooo.. please? please— come on, put your cock in my mouth. i need it, please? put in, put in, put it in, pleaseee..!".

pervert!aether who would drag you behind a large tree, hands all over you as he kisses you. "we'll be quick hnghh—, i just need you in me, haaaa— fuck!". pervert!aether who moans in your hand as you pound him from behind, muffling his moans. "you like this, huh? you fuck— you're moaning like a bitch a heat out here in the open, wanna be seen like this? having my dick in your desperate hole? fucking slut." you pound in him harder, making him squeal and buckling his knees. his eyes rolls back as he meets your fast thrusts, "mmph—! you're gonna angh—make me cum, you're gonna me cum, you gonna make me cuuumm♡♡!".

pervert!aether who would play with himself while your away. pervert!aether who would bring out a custom dildo in your size (he begged you to let him use a godforsaken diy kit to mold a dildo out of your dick in case he missed you and your dick apparently lol). pervert!aether who would suck on it as he lays down with his legs open, tongue swirling around the dildo thinking was you above him. he quickly brings his free hand to play with nipples, twisting with his fingers as he shoves the the cock deeper in his mouth, making him gag and choke as it hits the back of his throat. pervert!aether who mewls when he shoves the dildo inside of him, eyes rolling back as he grabs his pretty cock too, stroking it with his fingers. he picks the pace and his back arches, "my god, fhucuuckk! oughh— i can't, i can't, too good, feels too good♡!". he lets out more moans as he jerks himself off furiously while shoving the dildo inside him deeper, making his back arch as pleasure courses through his veins. he gives on last thrust of the dildo in his needy hole, screaming out as he cums, fingers stroking himself faster to prolong his orgasm.

pervert!aether who cries out in pleasure as you draw out another orgasm from him, body convulsing in overstimulation and fingers pinching his nipples making sob. you were so deep in him, your cock was hitting his inside so perfectly, he just doesn't want to stop. "come on, baby. one more time, i'll fill you up nicely." you coo down at him, relishing his flushed face. he looks up to you and shakily nods, "don't stop, [name]..". pervert!aether who couldn't couldn't stop hiccups escaping his lip as your hips thrust in him and sweat dripping the sides of his face. "ah, ah, ah, fuckfuckfuck, yeees♡! faster! harder! fuck me, [name]!", he locks you in his hold, legs and arms wrapping around you and buries his head in the crook of your neck. pervert!aether who clenches around you, breath staggering as he feels you spill your cum in him, warmth filling up his insides. his ass lifts up a bit and grinds back on your cock, making sure your cum stays inside. he mewls out to you, words coming out in a slur, "don't pull out yet, [name]. it's hnghh— it's not enough. i need more of your cock, need it..♡".

#ems.writes #ems.nsfw #aether x reader #aether smut #sub aether #sub!aether #sub aether x reader #sub!aether x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub!character

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fangirl-dot-com · 4 months

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Certified Lovers

what is this?? two posts in a day?? how crazy, sorry this is short

I'm also sorry I'm late for valentines day - I was too busy crying from being alone but I wanted to do at least a little something

be warned: horny kids on the main and twitter blows up

happy (belated) valentines day guys! love you all

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y/n.jpg so it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. and we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever. you and me, everyday

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y/n.nation this just called me single in multiple different languages

rookies_secretbf everyday

boxbox_nightmare SUSPICIOUS???? y/n&co this CANNOT BE THE BF'S BURNER ACCOUNT??

charles_leclerc when did he get that shirt?

y/n.89 I bought it for him btw maxverstappen1 why? y/n.89 cause it's cute (I also got ones for Alex and Kelly too)

y/n_on_top oh my gosh the beach picture??

rookie_lover THE NOTEBOOK QUOTE - I'M CRYING

thurthur_leclerc why do I kinda feel bad for Arthur :/

y/nxarthur CAUSE THEY WERE END GAME AND THIS MF TRYNNA BREAK THEM UP f1fan chilllll they were never together in the first place - besides I don't think that he even has a girlfriend

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arthur_leclerc you have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on

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f1fan I may have spoke too soon

babyleclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THE PICTURES?? THE AESTHETIC??? THE HAND PLACEMENTS????

fan_all_around THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE QUOTE?? HELLO??

maxverstappen1 glad you took her out. I know you can't cook

arthur_leclerc show some love please? it is valentines day after all?? maxverstappen1 no.

leclerc_bros sheeeshhhh no need to be horny on the main - no one is gonna take her

his_love all yours

box_box_express SUSPICIOUS

f1 happy valentines day!

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#f1 x driver!reader #f1 imagine #platonic grid x reader #f1 x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #formula 1 x you #charles leclerc x reader #valentines day #extra chapter #arthur leclerc fanfic #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #max verstappen #two chapters in a day??#who am I??

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song-witch · 1 year

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Chin Up, Buttercup

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,084

Warnings: Fluff! Southern Mommy Wanda. More fluff.

Summary: It's your big break, but the one person you want to support you isn't there when you need her.

A/N: I wrote this in like 24 hours, but yolo.

Part Two Part Three

“I’m so proud of you, darlin’.” The woman’s voice filled the calmness surrounding the two of you with a certain… delicacy that could only be made by her. It had a certain drawl to it, words weighed down by the sticky sweetness of the southern accent that clung thickly to her honey filled words. Everything about the moment was soft, something Wanda gave you endlessly, especially after the hours upon hours you had spent on your work.

It had taken you years to get to this point. To be able to finally put it up on display for the rest of the world, except for one. Wanda. You hadn’t stopped talking about it for weeks. Had it marked on every calendar the two of you shared, and even then some more.

And yet, she had missed it. Had gotten scheduled on some bullshit meeting that could get her fired from the company. You had told her multiple times that you could support the two of you, that your book would break record sales and neither of you would ever have to work again. Of course, that was wishful thinking, but it’s what had gotten you this far, isn’t it?

Wanda had left early that morning, earlier than normal, with a kiss to your head, a silent promise that she’d be home that night. It felt like a silent apology that she couldn’t make it to your first booktalk.

It was okay, though. You were a big girl who didn’t need Wanda at your side for everything you did. You tried to tell yourself that for the rest of the day, that you could do it all by yourself, even if it pulled heavily at your heart.

You did your best to pull through your day. You ate breakfast alone, debating on tearing the sticky note Wanda had left you a message on like other days she didn’t have time to eat with you before. It felt far too literal, though. Like that post it note was your heart and every little tear made it hurt even more. You settled for crumpling it up, tossing it across the empty dining table, a hard reminder of how utterly lonely you truly were.

You sat alone when you were getting your makeup done, your outfit picked out. You would blame the tears in your eyes on your makeup. Wanda was the one who dolled you up. But she had work. For hours you told yourself you could do it. You could stand up in front of a crowd and talk about the book you had spent all of your adult and most of your teen years writing, pouring every ounce of love, hatred and everything in between in it. It didn’t feel real, though.

Since you had met her, you had envisioned her next to you at this moment. Instead, you stood by yourself with a podium in front of you, the small beaded friendship bracelet twisted between your fingers. Wanda had randomly bought the kit for you one day and you had insisted she make one with you. They were matching, the only difference being your names on the piece of string.

“Thank you all again for coming.” Despite your earlier feelings of loneliness, you smiled brightly into the microphone, more than aware of the amount of photographers and press there.

Gingerly closing the book, you stepped away from the podium, scooping the item into your arms. Agatha pulled you towards a secluded corner, your team surrounding you. Right next to Wanda, she had been your number one supporter since you brought the rough draft to her. She signed you within a few hours, taking on the role as your editor and publicist like it was nothing.

“Good job out there, toots.” The brunette clapped your back, a toothy smile brightening her features. You smiled up at her, hardly able to hear her over the roar of your own heart beating along with the crowd of people ready to have their books signed by you. “Say, you keep wooing crowds like that and you’re gonna sell out in no time, kid.”

“Really?” The hope in your voice brought forth a new youthfulness to you, like you were a kid again. In a way, you were. You had wanted this since you had started writing, and here you were, your first book published and with a second well on its way.

“With that cute tush of yours? Everyone will be wanting more, sweets.” Agatha threw an over exaggerated wink at you as she laughed, using the hand that hadn’t left your shoulder as a support of sorts. Your smile faltered just slightly, a blush coloring your cheeks. It was something Wanda liked to tease you about, how easily it was to get you riled up. You would deny it forever, even though you knew she was right. “Speaking of everyone, where’s that ragamuffin of yours?”

The smile on your face almost immediately sank. You had been so busy the entire day that you hadn't had time to think about Wanda, let alone the fact that she wasn’t there. Agatha hardly noticed your change in demeanor, too focused on the buzz around you. “She… she had work.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, toots. I’m always here if you need a plus one.” Rather than comforting you, the woman shimmied beside you, yet another wink thrown your way. You had learned that she was like that sometimes. Way too much to handle. So you smiled and nodded, trying not to let the thought that your girlfriend wouldn’t be there to support you.

“Only kidding! Well, unless you two say otherwise. You know where to call me!” Agatha stepped away from her, her hand finally pulling away from your shoulder. It was the first time you felt like you could actually breathe during the entire interaction. You loved the woman, truly, but she could be a lot. “Go enjoy your party, hot stuff, you deserve it!”

And with that, the woman left, presumably to find the bar, leaving you to be pushed around by the rest of your team. You knew enough about the events of the day that you’d be signing books for the next hour, if not longer. You were grateful for all the time Wanda had spent practicing your signature, a nice, loopy design that made you feel proud of yourself. It was all you could think about as you were swept over to the long table full of your book, pushed down into the singular chair at the table, a line that was longer than it should be waiting for your signature.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

By the hour and a half mark, your hand was cramping, not used to writing with a sharpie for this long. The line felt like it had barely shrunken, still too long to see the end of. It was thrilling and disheartening at the same time; the faster you could sign all of these books and do whatever you were told, the faster you could get home to see Wanda. That had it’s own anxieties attached to it, but whether she could be here or not wouldn’t change how excited you were to see her. Sure, it sucked that she couldn’t be here. Really sucked, but you would be able to see her in a few hours and tell her all about your day. It would have to suffice.

Another hour passed before you could see the last ten or so people, the feeling of relief strong. You had been at it for over two hours now and, while you were beyond flattered and amazed to have this many people read your book, you were exhausted to say the least.

You wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in your lovers arms, but you knew it would be at least a few more hours before that was even plausible. Faces began to meld together as the line continued to shorten, each person looking a little more like the next. As the last person approached, you breathed a sigh of relief, not even looking up as a book was slid between your hands.

“Thank you for coming.” You gave the person, a woman based on the high rise jeans and blouse they were wearing from where your eyes didn’t travel up their body, a tired smile just barely tugging at your lips.

“What? No sugar for me, sweetheart?” The words themselves made you feel gross, though the voice was recognizable. Something about the soft timber of it was reminiscent, like a fond memory you couldn’t let go of.

You were sure your confusion was evident all over your face, what with the way your eyebrows pulled together and your hand stopped moving, though you couldn’t care less if the signature was ruined or not. Your eyes traveled up the, yes, woman’s body, a familiar map of beauty stood in front of you.

“Wanda?” Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of her.

She had really gone all out, dressed as nice as possible for your big event. She wore high waisted black dress pants, paired with a deep purple blouse with even darker flowers printed across it. She was wearing your favorite wedges of hers. Her dark, faded out roots were pulled up in a half up, half down style, the long locks flowing down her back. It took everything in you to not let the tears that had filled your eyes to spill, pushing the book and marker away from you as you used the table to stand.

“Hi, pumpkin.” Wanda’s southern accent was the best thing you had heard all day, instantly warming you like nothing else had.

You all but flung yourself into her arms, uncaring of how hard you had hit the table with your thigh. Wanda would tell you to be more careful about it later, would kiss it better, you knew. You didn’t care about anything other than being in her arms, though.

“Wanda.” You all but whimpered into her neck where you had almost immediately pushed your face. She smelled the same as always, an earthy undertone that paved way to the light lavender you knew was her favorite perfume, even though she hardly used it. It fully encapsulated you, making the tears in your eyes burn even more as her arms wrapped around you.

“It’s good to see you too, sweetheart.” Wanda laughed heartily, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. Her hands ran up and down your back, a gentle strength to them that had you wanting more, to be held even closer. The hand holding your bracelet, her right hand, settled at your waist, while the other settled at the base of your head, softly carding through her hair.

She had held you like this far too many times to count, but you still melted in her hold, your breath hitching. The woman held you against her as you continued to fight off tears, taking in the sweet scent that enveloped you, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Time was non-existent to you once again as she stood holding you, humming softly. The only thing that you knew was that it was nowhere near enough time when she pulled back, holding you at an arm’s length with a beaming smile. She traced her left hand up to your face, cupping your cheek as she searched your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back, biting your lip as it continued to tremble. Wanda shook her head, tsking under breath as she dropped her hand down to grasp your chin, tugging your lip out from between your teeth.

“You did so good up there, sugar.” Wanda pressed a kiss against your cheek, easily turning your head with the finger on your chin to press another to your opposite cheek. The nudish brown pigment of her lipstick just barely transferred onto your skin, something the woman would take a wet thumb to in mere moments. She kissed your lips chastely before doing so, giving you barely enough time to process what was happening before she was licking her thumb and rubbing at the lip marks.

“B-but… you…” You did your best to protest, shaking your head from side to side as you tried to escape her grasp. None of it made sense. She would’ve just gotten off of work maybe half an hour ago and would’ve had to book it through heavy rush hour traffic to get to your talk. There’s no way she could’ve seen you on the podium, let alone giving your speech.

“I what, hun? Use your big girl words now.” The brunette fixed you with a stern look as she stopped scrubbing at your cheek, tipping your head up. You couldn’t help but stare at her. The nude lip she had brought out the green in her eyes, the bright sun shining through the open windows forming something akin to a halo around her. She was gorgeous. Something straight out of one of your stories. It helped that the main character’s love interest had more than a few things in common with the woman.

“You… you were at work.” Your head cocked to the side just slightly, something you had definitely picked up from the woman, eyebrows furrowing. You pulled at your bracelet, the elastic snapping at your skin with a nice popping noise as the beads rattled. Wanda tsked, shaking her head as she grabbed your left wrist, pity written all over her face.

“Oh my, precious. I wasn’t actually at work. I was tryin’ to surprise you.” Her lips turned downwards, bringing your wrist up to her mouth with a kiss. It was obvious she wasn’t pitying you because you had snapped yourself with your bracelet, but rather because she knew how worried you must’ve been all day. The bracelet issue just happened to be a part of it.

“And what did I tell you would happen if you kept snappin’ that bracelet?” Her tone was anything but mean, if not more questioning than condescending.

The words had you easily blushing, tilting your head down as if to hide it. “That I wouldn’t get it back until you say so.” Your right hand hung loose at your side, left still grasped by the woman. You knew her eyes would be full of sorrow if you looked up, instead keeping your eyes down as you scuffed the ball of your foot against the tile. “‘M sorry.”

“Then why do you keep doin’ it, love bug? It hurts mommy when your hurt yourself.” Wanda’s voice was as sorrowful as you knew her eyes were, a tone of hurt overflowing her words.

You couldn’t help but look up anyways, your breath hitching at the sight of glossy eyes and a frown. It wasn’t often that she got upset with you in public, yet something about the silly bracelet you wore every day had made her tear up. The sight made tears come to your own eyes, your frown mimicking hers.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying!” You pleaded softly, watching as she snaked her finger up your wrist, easily interlacing your fingers. It was hard resisting the urge to kiss her, rocking back and forth just slightly on the balls of your feet. You hadn’t meant to upset her, hadn't even realized you were fiddling with the elastic until she had said something about it.

“It’s okay, pumpkin. I know you’re tryin’ and I am so, so proud of you.” Wanda’s free hand came up to hold your cheek, smiling softly at you as her eyes roamed your body, finally taking you all in. She hadn’t seen you since the night before, unless the way you slept curled up against her this morning counted, and had been dying to see you for hours, but had held off in hopes of surprising you.

“My baby girl.” Despite the fact that you had both been moments away from crying, a fresh shade of red covered your face, a heat protruding off of your cheeks as the woman pinched it with one hand.

“Wanda.” You groaned, suddenly aware of the fact that you were very much still in public. Your body twisted with you as you glanced around the room, thankful to see that no one was paying you any attention. Which was funny, seeing as how it was your booktalk.

That being said, you could feel a pair of eyes on you that certainly weren’t Wanda’s, spinning in the woman’s arms once again until you saw your editor. She was looking at the two of you with something you couldn’t detect. Jealousy? Disdain? Whatever it was, Agatha sent you a smirk and a wink as soon as you made eye contact before turning away from you.

You turned back to Wanda, slotting yourself under her chin once more. “When can we go home?” You asked in a small voice, uncaring if she could hear you or not. Of course she could though, her lips smacking quietly together.

“Whenever you want, buttercup.” Wanda could tell something was wrong, the way her arms wrapped around you even tighter than before was enough for you to know. You took a deep breath, frantically running your hands through her long hair. It was curled, tighter than usual, but not terrible. You felt weird all of a sudden, like your editor hated you and the entire room was shrinking.

“Can… Is now okay?” You asked a little louder. Wanda nodded, only pulling away enough to lift your chin up enough to meet her eyes.

“O-okay, sweet pea. We can leave right now, that’s what you want?” The woman phrased it like a question, her voice soft if not a little confused. You had been so happy to see her just moments ago, but now wanted to go home. Sure, she knew you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, she herself wasn’t either, but she thought you would’ve wanted to at least enjoy the party before you left.

Whatever it was, though, she was more than willing to take you home, leaving you with a kiss to let your team know you were leaving before leading you out to her car, buckling you in before taking her spot in the drivers side. She took your hand in hers, the letters of your names on your bracelets rubbing against each other as she drove off.

#jane's fics #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #mommy wanda maximoff #southern mommy wanda maximoff #potentialy jealous agatha #part one

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alllgator-blood · 1 month

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I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

#cult of the lamb #cotl #kallamar #plushie #felt craft #does this count as a plush or is it like a doll idfk #I just make shit because I feel like it not cause I can categorize it in any way #drug cw #ONLY CAUSE OF THE REAL PIPE #THERE IS NO ACTUAL DRUG USE HAPPENING

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ectoentity · 4 months

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So, the Haunting Heroes server did a Who Wrote That game with the theme of "wingfic" a while back. I did an entry and I liked it enough that I decided to expand on it. Gonna start posting scenes here whenever I get them done, and eventually piece it together for ao3. This first part is the intro, but the rest probably won't actually be in order.

Update Mar 11, 2024: Here is the Subscription Post

Ectoplasm Gives You Wings

(Working title)

DPxDC, T-rated genfic.

Everyone knew ghosts had wings. It was in every ghost story throughout history, regardless of culture. It was one of their defining traits, like going through walls or fading into invisibility. The unquiet dead soared through the night on birdlike wings, occasionally leaving unnaturally large feathers as an omen of impending death.

As soon as the newly-working portal spat Danny out, he knew there would be no hiding what had happened. His ghostly form came with a pair of large wings that didn't go away when he turned back human. In his ghost form, they were mostly black with bars of white near the bottom edge. The reverse was true when he was human. It was an indication of what had happened to him that he couldn't escape.

Tucker and Sam tried to play it off to his parents as a meta mutation that had suddenly appeared. They'd heard of it happening before on TV and through the internet. Besides, there were winged people in the Justice League. Danny's parents had never talked about them being secret ghosts.

Danny would never forget his parents' horrified faces as they came downstairs and found him. The way their eyes skipped over his face entirely and focused on the wings behind him. His dad frozen in place, expression slack with shock. His mom's face going from horror to determination as she set her jaw and reached for a bazooka.

Danny and his friends managed to escape them and run all the way to Tucker's house. Running was harder with a new pair of limbs hanging off his back like so much dead (hah) weight. It was clear that Danny couldn't stay here. His parents might be cranks, but once they realized the portal worked they would have evidence to prove Danny was a ghost. At least, sort of. Would they try to experiment on him, or just try to help him pass on? Danny assumed it would be the latter, but he had also assumed his mom wouldn't ever draw a weapon on him.

Tucker and Sam helped him to pack a camping backpack full of spare clothes he'd left at Tucker's, a handful of important essentials like a first aid kit, and a sleeping bag. They left for a while and came back with a cheap cellphone, a handful of prepaid phone cards, and a surprising amount of cash. Who would have thought Sam was secretly loaded?

They argued all night about where he should go. Danny barely knew his Dad's side of the family, let alone whether they'd take him in. His mom's sister Alicia was somewhere in Arkansas, but Danny couldn't remember the name of the town. Besides, he hadn't seen her since he was about nine. What if she believed Maddie over him? Tucker and Sam suggested their own family members. Danny turned them down. He didn't want to be a burden to his friends' families.

In the end, they decided that he would blend in best in a big city far away from Amity. The next day, Danny climbed on a Greyhound bus headed to the East Coast. He couldn't hide the wings, no matter what he did. The best he could do was wrap the sleeping bag around himself like a blanket. Thankfully, no one on the bus seemed to care. They all had their own issues to worry about. Most seemed content to watch their phones or the scenery instead of looking too closely at the weird kid wrapped in a big, lumpy sleeping bag.

As the hours dragged on, Danny was increasingly greatful that everyone was minding their own business. There was something else wrong with him. His hands kept slipping through the sleeping bag. Going through solid objects, like a ghost.

The plan was to find a place in Metropolis that provided resources to meta kids. But by the time the bus reached Gotham Danny was exhausted and anxious. His hands had started to go through things. What if he went straight through the bus while it was driving? He had to get a handle on this. He could always go to Metropolis the next day.

Danny got off the bus. The city around him was gray and dreary, from the concrete sidewalks up to the cloud-covered sky. It felt like the sky was too close, more of a ceiling than an open expanse. Something about it gave Danny a strangely claustrophobic feeling. He tried to shrug it off as the lack of sleep catching up to him. The last time Danny slept was the night before the portal accident. That had been well over twenty-four hours ago. He needed to find a safe place to sleep.

#dpxdc #wingfic #my writing #t's writing #EGYW

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut, minors dni! — oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, degredation, overstimulation, breeding kink (if you squint), praise kink, marking 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | wow what happened to only posting on wednesdays hmmm, anyway have this! i had fun writing it and i figured yall would wanna read it! | follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified when i post a new story!

“Just one more.”

Click.

“Eddie. Baby.”

“Yes?” Your boyfriend popped out from behind his Polaroid camera, his brown eyes all wide like a puppy dog.

“You said ‘one more’ last time,” you told him, and Eddie could only smile. You were right, after all; Eddie had been taking pictures of you for what felt like hours.

“I have to make sure I’m getting good ones,” Eddie told you. He readjusted his stance next to you, flashing another picture, and he retrieved the picture as it slid out the front of the camera. “I’m gonna put the best one in my wallet.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, scrunching your nose. “Why?”

“Because!” Eddie exclaimed. “I wanna be able to whip out a picture of you and show everyone how gorgeous my woman is!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, and you swiped up the dice that sat on Eddie’s floor. At first, you had just been helping him get ready for a meeting of the Hellfire Club that night, helping him check that he had his binder and books and the necessary bits and pieces that it took to make a D&D campaign work, but, somewhere along the way, Eddie had grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures of you, abandoning his work from before.

“Let me see,” you told him, putting your hand out so he could give you one of the pictures, and Eddie grabbed one of the ones that had already developed and handed it to you.

It was a nice picture, you had to admit. You sat on his floor, no pants, wearing one of his shirts. It was big on you and pulled over your shoulder, and the flash had highlighted your bare shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face in the picture, blocking your eyes, but the curve of your nose and mouth had managed to persist. You were smiling, laughing at something dumb that Eddie had said, your hand outstretched to gather up the itty bitty golf pencil Eddie had in his kit.

“Oh,” you said softly, your grip on the picture becoming much more tender than before. “Eddie, baby—”

“I like that one,” he said, his voice lowering gently. “I like how my shirt is hanging off of you… Looks real sexy, y’know?”

“I like my smile,” you admitted. It felt weird to say that about yourself, but, if the picture were of anybody else but you, you would have been head-over-heels for that smile.

“I like your smile too,” Eddie told you. He pressed his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, his eyes canvasing you, and he reached out and brushed your hair aside. “Here, show me that smile again.”

“Ed,” you groaned playfully, but you did what he asked of you. You smiled straight at his camera, trying to replicate the soft smile that you had in the photograph, and Eddie snapped the picture. The camera churned it out and Eddie grabbed the photograph, still all black, and he turned back to his pile of actively-developing Polaroids, pulling out one that was nearly finished. This time, you held a pair of dice in your palm, your mouth open as you spoke, but you could instantly see why Eddie had chosen it: your naked legs were just a little open, showing just the faintest hint of your pink panties.

“Now, this,” Eddie chuckled, and he hit the back of his hand with the photo. “This is sexy.”

“If you want a picture of me opening my legs, all you have to do is ask,” you giggled, and Eddie’s face suddenly lit up.

“I liked the subtlety of it,” he said, but he took the camera back in his hands. “Like you’re not trying to be sexy, you just are. But if you wanna be obvious about it… Open your legs, sweetheart.”

“Okay, that was a joke,” you laughed, but the look on your boyfriend’s face told you that he definitely didn’t think it was a joke. “But if you’re serious…”

“Serious as a heart attack, princess,” Eddie said, lifting the camera up. “C’mon, lemme see you.”

You chewed your lip as you thought it over, and you finally said, “You can’t show these to anyone, okay? The other ones, sure, but not these.”

“Never,” Eddie told you, and he watched as you slowly opened your legs for him, giving him and his camera the perfect view of your panties. In an instant, Eddie had the camera up to his eye, and he snapped a picture, and the camera churned it out dutifully. “That’s cute, baby. Show me your tits.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little shy as you stripped off your shirt, and Eddie’s hands reached out and lightly touched you. Your skin hummed at his touch, and you sighed softly when he smoothed his fingers across your nipple. The camera clicked in time with your sigh, and your boyfriend smiled like the devil behind the camera.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Eddie told you, his hand falling away from you. “My pretty girl… I have an idea.”

“Oh, God,” you sighed. “What now?”

Eddie flipped open his camera, seeing how many pictures he had left, and he nodded in contentment when he saw more than a few in there. “Take this,” he said and passed it to you, and he added, “I’m gonna go down on you and it’s your turn to take pictures.”

“Eddie,” you gawked. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve got Hellfire in, like, an hour.”

“I can make it quick,” Eddie told you, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your mouth. For a moment, you forgot exactly what Eddie was proposing, and you put down the camera and kissed him back, your fingers threading into that lovely long hair of his. You moaned softly when his tongue prodded your lips and finally into your mouth, and you writhed in his grip as his thigh went between your legs.

You felt his hands travel from your hips to the hem of your panties, and Eddie took no time in pulling them down your legs. His kiss lifted from off of your lips and settled on your neck, lightly biting your skin and soothing the sting of it with his tongue. You suddenly understood Eddie wanting to take pictures; as sexy and exciting as it was, it was a reminder of your time together, no matter what was done.

Your hands scrambled to find the camera and you quickly grabbed it, and you turned it around to snap a picture of yourself, Eddie attached to your neck. You were giddy when you considered that you would have no idea what the pictures looked like until they fully developed in a few minutes, and you knew that you would be more than a little preoccupied by then.

Eddie heard the camera go off, and he smiled into your neck. “You’re cute,” he mumbled, and he tugged himself out of your neck. His eyes examined your skin, looking at all the red marks that he had left, and he added, “Those are gonna bruise up so nice, I love it.”

“Good,” you replied. “Now, isn’t there something you said you were gonna do?”

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, and, under his breath, he said, “You, maybe.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled. “Get down there, hurry up.”

“Telling me to hurry…” Eddie mumbled playfully under his breath. “What’s that saying? Patience is a virtue?”

“God, just put your mouth on my fucking pussy already,” you giggled, and Eddie dutifully obeyed. He pressed light kisses to your skin for a few moments, either teasing you or warming you up, and you grabbed the camera and set off a quick picture as Eddie’s hand came up and lightly touched your thigh. He smiled into your cunt, but he quickly got to work tugging down your panties, and he didn’t wait a second to press a kiss to your skin.

Eddie opened your legs further and fully buried himself into your cunt, sending one long kick up from your hole to your clit. The electric shock that hit your body made you whimper, and your grip faltered on the camera. He sucked hard at your clit for a few torturous seconds, just long enough to make you squeal and grab at his hair, and he smiled into your skin. “Eddie,” you whimpered, and he responded by swirling his tongue along your wet flesh, threatening your hole with the tip of his tongue. “Eddie, baby…”

“Take a picture,” Eddie mumbled into your cunt, and you nodded quickly, fumbling with the camera to get it to your eye. In the viewfinder, you could see your boyfriend’s lovely head between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you as his mouth quirked into a cheeky grin. Just as you snapped the picture, Eddie licked hard at your clit, and you gasped as the shock radiated through your legs.

“Ed!” you whined. ”Fuck, baby!”

Eddie didn’t reply, closing his eyes as he went back to his work, licking and biting and sucking at you. Everything he did left a hot coil in your tummy, winding tighter and tighter, and you dug the tips of your fingers into the hard plastic of the camera. Your leg twitched by his head when he added a finger to the mix, pressing it slowly into you as his mouth focused on your clit. He took your skin into his mouth and suckled at the sensitive nerve as his finger easily sank into your wet heat, and Eddie smiled as you writhed around him.

“You like that?” he asked, and you nodded as you quickly flashed another picture. Eddie’s laughter vibrated up your spine and into your head, and he added a second finger before he started to fuck you quick and deep. The wet sounds of it were obscene, and you moaned; it made you wish that you had a video camera, just so you could capture the noises of it.

Eddie didn’t seem satisfied with just this, because he was quickly slinking away from your body, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You whined at the loss of his fingers, and he laughed before shushing you. “It’s okay, princess,” he told you soothingly. “You’re getting my cock now, calm down.”

The promise of that made you shiver, and you watched greedily as Eddie leaned back and undid his belt. Quickly, you remembered the camera, and, without even looking in the viewfinder, snapped a picture of Eddie’s smooth hands and fingers, adorned with rings, undoing his belt. You discarded the picture off to the side, in the general area of the others, and Eddie gave you a smile. “I knew you’d like the picture idea,” he said as he unzipped his jeans. “Are you gonna take pictures as I fuck you?”

“Yeah,” you said, your legs quivering as Eddie handled them around his waist, his jeans yawning open to expose the band of his boxers and the little happy trail he had that extended from his tummy and down into his underwear. “Maybe I’ll put one in my wallet.”

“I’d love to see it,” Eddie told you, and he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself fully against your wet pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Did I do that, did I make you all wet?”

“Yes,” you gasped. You abandoned the camera in favor of gripping Eddie’s curls, and you dragged him down into a kiss, your mouths slotting together perfectly. His tongue swiped your lips before pushing into your mouth, and his fingertips dug almost painfully into the meat of your thighs. You liked the pain of it, though, and you moaned softly into Eddie’s open mouth.

You could see just how impatient Eddie was, his kiss heady and needy, and you whispered, “Eddie, baby please fuck me already, I can’t wait any longer.”

Eddie groaned low in his chest, and he mumbled, “M’gonna, princess, gonna fuck you so good.” His hands left your thighs, leaving little red crescents from his nails in his wake, and turned his attention back to himself. He shoved his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock, and you quivered at the sight of him. You would never get over just how pretty Eddie’s cock was, thick and long, cut, with a little curve to the left, and your mouth watered.

Eddie’s big brown eyes focused in on your pussy, and he spread your legs wide to slot his hips fully between them. Your breathing came quick as he pressed the head of his cock to your hole, and Eddie’s lips turned into a smirk as he pressed in just the tip. You whimpered and sobbed at the feeling of it, so close to what you needed but not enough and you pulled him into another kiss.

“Eddie, baby,” you sobbed. “No teasing, baby, please.”

Still partially inside you, Eddie leaned over to where you had set down the camera, and he quickly focused it on where your bodies met. In a quick, fluid motion, he snapped his hips forward and filled you all up, all the way to the hilt of his cock, and the camera snapped and the flash went off. Eddie pulled out the picture and waved it a few times in the air, trying to get it to process quicker than the others (although you had told him before that Polaroids don’t work like that, but Eddie swore it helped), and he said, “That’ll be a good one. Got your tits in it; this might be the one.”

“Eddie!” you whined, and you covered your face abashedly. “Don’t put that one in your wallet!”

“Why not?” Eddie asked. “It’s gonna be beautiful!”

“Because you’re inside me in that picture!” you protested. “That’s embarrassing, y’know?”

“Embarrassing?” Eddie asked. “Or hot?”

You sighed, and you grabbed the camera from Eddie, letting him brace himself up on his hands so he could start slowly fucking you. The stretch around him always hurt for the first few seconds, and you squeezed your eyes closed as Eddie slowly rocked his hips forward. The feel of it was exquisite, the hot drag of him inside you making you see stars already, and the way his cock nestled into that soft spot inside you with each thrust was almost sickening.

Your hands shook as you situated the viewfinder on your eye, and Eddie flashed you a cheeky smile as you snapped a picture. You knew the picture would be subpar, likely shaky and out of focus, but it was Eddie, and you knew that would make the picture worth something. “Fuck me,” you told him, discarding the camera once more. “Fuck me harder, Eddie, please.”

“Harder,” Eddie echoed, and one of his hands went back to your marked thigh, pulling it up to settle your leg over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him deeper, so deep that you felt like you could feel him in your chest, and your back arched as he started up a quick pace. “Good girl, taking me so well… Fuck, princess, you’re so tight for me.”

You nodded, unable to even form words, and Eddie laughed. You weren’t sure if he was laughing with you or at you, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “E-Eddie,” you stammered, your arms circling around his neck and clinging onto him. “Fuck, baby, y-you’re so deep.”

Eddie didn’t respond, only gripping you tighter and fucking you faster. If you thought the sounds of him fingering you were obscene, the noises now were absolutely nasty, loud and wet, skin hitting and brushing against each other. It only spurred on the hot coil in your stomach, drawing it tighter and tighter, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

It was a good thing that Eddie was such a good lover, so in tune with your body and needs, because he knew exactly what you wanted without you having to tell him. His hand left your thigh and drifted down between your bodies to the apex of your legs, and his skilled fingers quickly began to play with your clit, rubbing hard and pinching it enough to make you squeal and buck your hips.

“Fuck!�� you mewled, pressing yourself closer to him. “Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?” Eddie laughed. “M’gonna make you cum before I do, and I’m gonna take the prettiest picture of you, all fucked out and used.”

“O-Okay,” you stammered. “A-As long as I get a picture of you all fucked out.”

“Of course,” Eddie agreed. “It’s only fair.”

Eddie’s fingers resumed their work on your clit, touching you with increasing urgency. He wanted you to cum quickly, and, with his quick pace and deep thrusts, it didn’t seem like it would take much longer. Your cunt throbbed around his cock as he fucked you, trying to draw him to his end as well, and Eddie hissed through his teeth. “Goddamn it, princess,” he said. “Tryin’ to make me cum all quick too.”

“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. Your hands scrambled for the camera again, and you braced it against your chest as you took a picture of him. The camera churned it out, and you once again abandoned the whole thing in order to touch Eddie. His chest was heaving with pants as he fucked you hard, and your hands grappled to grab him by his shoulders. Even though he was still fully dressed, there was something even more erotic than if he were naked with you, and you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as his breath came in quick, sharp little gasps.

You could feel his cock throb inside you, and you knew that he was painfully close. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, gently biting at his earlobe. “Are you gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah,” he grunted out. “Gonna fill you all up, princess.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned. “Please cum, baby, please.”

“You want it?” Eddie asked. “You want my cum?”

“Yes,” you cried. Eddie’s fingers played quicker with your clit, your thighs shaking against your will as the coil drew tighter and hotter in your belly, and you dug your fingertips hard into his tough shoulder. Every sensation was jacked up to ten, Eddie fucking you so right and touching your clit and talking to you so nasty, and your back arched as you gasped. You couldn’t even get your full sentence out, “Eddie, I’m—!”, before the coil inside you burst, and you came.

Your vision went a little blurry as you came, warm washing over your whole body as you grabbed Eddie hard, drawing him down into a kiss. It was an ugly kiss, all teeth and tongue, but it was exactly what you wanted from him. Eddie groaned into the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy and even harder (if that was possible), and he speared into you hard one last time before he gave a deep grunt and a long groan, and you felt him spill inside you. Your mind felt gone, but you were there enough to grapple for the camera, and you took a picture of him, his head hanging low and his eyes squeezed shut, and you giggled lightly at him.

“Here,” Eddie whispered. “Gimme that.” You quickly passed him the camera, and he took care to focus it nicely on your cunt, still filled by his cock and leaking his cum, before he snapped a picture. Your body quivered in pleasure as Eddie put down the camera and grabbed your hips again, and he put a sweet kiss on your open mouth. “You okay?” he asked, and you nodded gently.

“Just…” you started, and huffed out a laugh. “Fucking tired now.”

Eddie finally withdrew his hips, pulling his softening cock from inside you with another hiss, and he sat on the floor next to you. Carefully, he pulled you into his lap, and you buried your face in his neck as he grabbed the camera and flipped it open to check the film. “One picture left,” he announced. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nodded and took the camera from his hands, and you turned it around on both of you. Just in time for the picture, Eddie leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you laughed as the picture flashed and then churned out.

“That’s gonna be the best one,” Eddie said, and he took the picture into his hand and reverently put it on the floor, next to the pile of other Polaroids. You caught a glimpse of the other quickly-developing pictures— your tits, Eddie’s head between your thighs, a shaky flash of his cock halfway inside you— and, when you looked back at the final picture, you saw the ghost of yourself, smiling widely, with Eddie attached to your cheek.

“I agree.”

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leah williamson x reader | first steps ❤️‍🩹

✘ summary: its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

✘ warnings/tags: fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

✘ words: 1756

a/n: requested by anon

"Babe! Come on! You're gonna be late for your first day back!" You shouted from the kitchen, preparing her a packed lunch with a cute little note tucked inside.

"Nearly done!" The blonde shouted in response, quickly tying her headband in place before running down the stairs mere seconds after you'd shouted her.

"Here." She panted, standing in front of you as you handed her lunch, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Seriously.. again with the headband..?" You questioned, crossing your now free hands across your chest as you stared up at her forehead.

"Yeah.. keep my fringe out of me eyes." The defender smiled smugly.

"Uh huh.. that's why all of it is dangling past.." You quipped, hearing a groan from the taller woman.

"Are you sure you're not able to come..?" Leah asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your shirt as she tilted her head down to your height.

"No babe.. I'm sorry. I can't miss this meeting with my boss, it's really important." You lied, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice the glint in your eyes that suggested that.

"..but.." You continued, hands grabbing onto her training kit, tugging her close.

"..I'll make it up to you when you get home, yeah?" You winked, seeing a smile curl at the corners of the blonde's lips.

Leah bit her bottom lip looking down at you, one hand coming to rest on your hip. "You mean like show me how proud you are..?" She raised her brows suggestively, pulling you closer.

"Oi, no.. keep it in your pants Williamson.." You grumbled, seeing her start to laugh.

"God you can be such a teenage boy sometimes.. all horny and smelly.."

"Hey! I do not smell!” She groaned.

“Not denying the horny bit..” You elbowed her, pushing her in the direction of the front door.

The defender let out a annoyed sigh, grabbing the handle and turning to face you.

“You better keep your promise..” She pouted, jutting her lower lip out as she gave you the saddest eyes possible in hopes to make you feel guilty.

“I will Lee, promise.” You held onto her shoulder as you stepped on your tip-toes to reach her lips.

"Have fun today, alright? I love you."

"I love you more, seeing you after training." She hummed, walking over to her car and driving off.

You quickly shut the door, pulling out your phone to text the girls.

[y/n] [6:45]: guys shes left!!

beffy [6:45]: viv and ill come pick you up in a few mins

beffy [6:45]: just need to grab our kitbags

laura [6:46]: im so excited!!

[y/n] [6:46]: me too lau :))))

You hurried to your bedroom, changing out of your 'work clothes' and swapping into one of Leah's old arsenal jerseys, feeling it consume your entire torso and nearly reach your knees. It felt like a warm hug. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

beffy [6:49]: she has no idea right?

[y/n] [6:49]: nope

[y/n] [6:49]: she still thinks that the meeting is happening even though my boss informed us last week that it was being rescheduled

laura [6:50]: [y/n]! youre evil 🥺

[y/n] [6:50]: i knowwww 🤭

You put your phone away and rushed around the house to gather a few necessities, coat, boots, and keys.

viv [6:54]: we're here

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎[y/n] hearted your message.

You ran out of your flat to be greeted by your two favourite people, both of them waving at you and Viv honking the horn as she waited for you to enter her car.

"Hi, guys!" You waved back, rushing into her car as she drove the three of you to training.

"You sure she won't notice?" Viv asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah of course. That's why I asked if you guys could drive me so she won't recognise my car." The couple now 'ohing' as it finally clicked.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Beth replied.

You all arrived to training a few minutes late, Jonas completely aware of the antics that M&M had planned, distracting Leah from their noticeable absence. You decided to stay inside for a bit, watching from one of the windows.

"Alright, ladies it's time to run some drills." He clapped his hands together, seeing all the girls gather around. He put all of the girls into pairs, having Leah be paired with the Physio. Beth and Viv sneaking into the group of girls, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice their quiet appearance.

"Hey, Leah, take it easy today, try not to get to frustrated with yourself." The blonde gave her a light pat on the shoulder, seeing her nod in response. The defender walked over to the side with the Physio, listening to her instructions.

"I'm just going to examine how your body reacts to a few of these stretches and if everything looks good you'll be cleared and allowed to train with the other girls. You'll still have to take it easy though and you'll have to be checked again after training to see if your healing hasn't been disrupted." The Physio cautioned, standing beside as they both began stretching together.

Leah did as she was told, copying all of the stretches that she had asked her to do as a part of protocol. Trying her hardest not to overwork herself and make her already injured knee worse. She desperately wanted to be kicking the ball around the pitch with the other girls and playing a 5 v 5 right now but she had to focus on the here and now.

After an hour of training and a few short breaks, you snuck your way outside, ducking behind the stands as you secretly watched Leah from afar. She was eating the food that you made her, catching her cheeky smile from the little love letter you wrote her.

hey babe,

im so proud of you. youve come so far and it makes my heart so happy to know that my girl is going to be back on the pitch again playing for her childhood team. youve done amazing my love, you should be so proud of yourself.

love, [y/n] xx

Jonas joined you from your hiding spot, giving you a hug. He was happy to see you there supporting her.

"Oh! Hey! how's she been?" You asked.

"Yeah, good. Really good, shes been making a lot of good progress with the Physio."

"Will she be running today with the rest of them?"

"If everything goes well, definitely." He smiled proudly.

That's my Lee.

You began to stare at your blonde lover a little too hard, noticing how her eyes were wandering around the pitch as she happily ate her ham sandwich, her eyes nearly landing on you. You jumped back, lightly bumping into Jonas as you were worried she nearly saw you.

"S-Sorry, thought I was spotted there."

"It's alright, although I should probably leave before things get too suspicious." He gave you a little wave before making a swift exit.

Leah walked over to the side to grab her water, chugging as she listened to the Physio explain her results.

"Your body seemed to react really well to all of those stretches, so I'm clearing you for the day. Go have fun out there with your friends, kid." The older woman gave her a light pat on her shoulder before walking over to find Jonas to discuss her progress.

You watched as Leah took her first steps onto the pitch, kicking the ball that was sent her way as she practiced some drills. After a few touches of the ball, you snuck your way onto the pitch, hiding behind Viv, Beth, and Laura. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and wolf-whistled in her direction.

"Hey good lookin'." Revealing yourself from behind the group, arms waving in her direction.

The blonde turned her head, confused as she recognised your voice. Her eyes immediately lighting up as she found you wearing her old kit as you stood next to Viv, Beth, and Laura who were on the side.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." Leah asked, pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close in her arms.

"Yeah well.. plans change. Plus, how could I miss a moment like this?" You nuzzled your face into the blonde's neck, feeling her melt as your nose brushed against her skin.

Viv, Beth, and Laura all watched as you both shared a quiet moment together, Viv recording, and Laura just crying.

"I love my parents." She sobbed, feeling a supportive hand from Beth as she patted her on the shoulder, eventually crying in the blonde's arms. "I know.. I know Laura.." She hushed, patting her on the head as she smiled back at you both.

You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Go on.. go have some fun, don't let me stop you."

Leah blushed as you caressed her face, melting into your touch before nodding. "You're staying, yeah?"

"I'll be right here, cheering you on." You smiled, feeling her pull you in for a second kiss. She sent you a final smile before pulling away to continue her drills with the ball, your hand lightly tapping her on the arse as she ran back to her spot.

You walked your way back to the other girls, feeling Beth drag you into the tight hug that she had Laura in and eventually swinging her arm out for Viv to join, who begrudgingly did after a few seconds.

"Thanks, girls."

"Anytime, [y/n/n]." Beth murmured, squishing the four of you closer together.

You watched as your girlfriend ran her drills, feeling a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to finally reach this moment. You caught her smiling at you at any given opportunity, giving you shy waves before continuing dribbling the ball and making some passes. It was clear that she missed doing this, and she couldn't be happier doing it whilst you were there. Giving her the opportunity to show off a bit and steal kisses from you every now and then as she ran past you. Your cheeks shining a bright red that matched the jersey adorned to your chest, your heart feeling full at the sight of your lover doing what she loves the most. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

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