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thigh riding with Paige... 🤭
𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ─ PB⁵
౨ৎ ─ summary | paige is ignoring you while she locks in while playing fortnite with kk, but you needed her attention (and she hates it when you're needy)
─ word count | 1.1k (this was supposed to be a blurb bruh)
─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! kinda mean paige, thigh riding (who woulda guessed?), nothing else?
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"PAIGE," YOU WHINED as she ignored you, her eyes plastered on her computer screen. You rolled your eyes as you sighed, collapsing back on the bed as your girlfriend continued playing Fortnite.
Her headset was on and her glasses were set on the bridge of her nose, her fingers clicking on the keyboard as she played. You were needy and dramatic, sure but it was for good reason, you hadn't seen Paige since the morning and you missed her. Yet right now, it seemed like playing her stupid game meant more to her than her girlfriend.
You wanted her attention but you didn't know how you were gonna get it. As you lay there, feeling neglected, you weighed your options. Interrupting her game would not go over well, but letting your feelings just sit there wouldn't help either.
"Dude they're following us, for sure." Paige mumbled into the headset as she groaned out loud. "I fucking told you, didn't I? I told you to leave it-"
Sighing once more, you sat up and watched her for a moment. The concentration etched on her face was almost endearing, but it also made you feel a bit left out. You wondered if she even realized how much time had passed since she last acknowledged your presence in the room.
An idea popped in your head as a smirk began forming on your lips. You walked up to her quietly, and put a hand on her shoulder as she looked up to see you. "Not right now, baby. Hold on,"
Hold on? Your jaw slightly dropped as you glared at your girlfriend. You couldn't believe Paige ─ her hot and very needy girlfriend was standing right next to her and she wanted her to hold on?
Gathering your courage, you spoke up again, your voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "Paige, seriously," you said, your tone firm. "I've been waiting for you all day, and all I want is a little bit of your time. Is it really too much to ask for?"
"KK, look out behind you!" Paige shouted into the headset, making you audibly groan before Paige finally glanced up at you again, putting a hand over her mic. "What? Why are you giving me attitude for, can't you wait for like, 5 minutes?"
You knew you were being overly dramatic and you knew that Paige hated when you'd give her attitude, especially for something small like this. But you finally had her attention and you were not gonna let it go now.
You met her gaze with a raised eyebrow, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sorry to inconvenience you with my presence," you quipped, your voice laced with irritation. "I guess I'll just go find someone who actually wants to spend time with me."
Paige's eyes narrowed at your remark, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Really? You're seriously going to pull that card over a stupid game?"
You shrugged nonchalantly, crossing your arms over your chest. "Why not?" you replied, a smug smirk playing on your lips. "It's not like you've paid any attention to me since you started playing anyway."
She sighed as she heard KK talk, "Yeah, I'm still here. Give me two seconds," she spoke as before she muted herself.
Two seconds, you gotta be kidding me. But before you could scoff or roll your eyes dramatically, Paige grabbed your arm and pulled you into her lap roughly. You stumbled as Paige pulled you into her lap, caught off guard by her sudden movement.
"Hey, what are you doing?" you protested, your voice tinged with annoyance as you struggled to regain your balance.
Paige ignored your protest, her grip firm as she held you close to her. "Fucking relax," she mumbled. "You're acting like a bitch in heat right now, you know that, right?"
You rolled your eyes but you couldn't help but feel yourself begin to get warm. Paige kept her gaze on you and as she pulled you off her lap for a second and gestured to your shorts before she unmuted herself. You stood there, almost shocked for a good two seconds before Paige sent you a look before you did as she told you.
You couldn't believe it took Paige a minute to win you back but you weren't complaining, you needed her. She stuck out her knee and you knew what to do ─ you straddled it as Paige kept her eyes locked on the screen.
"Yeah, you got 'em?" Paige spoke lowly as she felt your dampness hit her bare thigh, feeling a shiver go down her spine. Her cold knee sent a shiver down your spine as you bit your bottom lip.
You let a small whimper before Paige began rocking her knee, causing a full-blown moan to escape your lips. Paige sent you a warning glare as your eyes widen, your hand clasping over your hands.
"What was what noise?" Paige scoffed as she kept her gaze on the screen. "I didn't hear anything," she forced out a laugh as she kept rocking her knee, your cunt gliding against it.
You began to move alongside her knee, your head falling back as you gripped her shoulders. You felt pathetic, riding her thigh like a bitch in heat (in Paige's words) but it felt too good to stop. Your hips movements began more sporadic as Paige continued rocking her knee, muffled whimpers coming out of your lips.
Paige could tell that you were close so she put one of her hands on your hips, guiding you harder on her knee. Your eyes rolled on the back of your head as you let out a moan, feeling the knot in your stomach snap as you came undone on her thigh.
Your body felt like jelly as you collapsed on her chest, her hand moving up to the keyboard as she kept playing. A few minutes pass and you heard KK scream from her headset, glancing at the screen. She got it, she and KK had won the Victory Royale.
As the adrenaline from the game subsided, you nestled into Paige's chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite the earlier tension, being close to Paige like this was all you really wanted.
"Yup, I gotta go, KK. Bro, I'll- yeah, yeah. I got it, I heard you the first time. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She hung up the call quickly as she pulled off her headset, her hands finally beginning to caress your back.
Paige looked down at you, a soft smile on her lips. "I'm sorry for ignoring you, pretty."
You glanced up at her with a small smile. "It's okay, you made it up."
Paige's soft smile formed into a cocky smirk as she shrugged. "Yeah and I did it with no fingers, huh?"
"None, cus you're just like that," you mumbled as she laughed softly, pulling you closer.
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Salvation III
Pairings: John Price x F!Reader
Summary: after a few months since his last visit, John finally gets the chance to see the girl.
Word Count: 1.4k
Tw: hurt with a lot of comfort. John being a softie, lots of trauma. 3rd pov. another foreshadowing to 'the things i never said' it's all connected. As usual lots of grammar mistakes and not proofread 👻🌸
A/N: sorry this took so long to get out, this mini-series was supposed to only have one part yet here we are. don't know if there'll be more. let's see 🤠✨💞
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"You've seen it right?" She asks, crossing her arms. John stares straight ahead, at the screen of his computer. The videos have long finished yet he can't find the words to describe the atrocities he's witnessed. It's not like he hasn't seen evil before. But that right there was hell on earth. He inhales deeply. "Are we going?" The sergeant blinks rapidly, waiting for an answer.
"I'm certain I won't be dragging you to another mission. Unless I want Simon to actually kill me this time." Leaning back in his chair, John ponders about the possibilities. It was a risky mission but then again, what mission wasn't? He couldn't just ignore what he just saw. There was no way he'd stay out of this one, stay behind and watch some other team fail. They had one shot, no do-overs.
He set up a meeting with Laswell that evening. A café near Piccadilly to inform her regarding his decision.
One month after he was visiting her for the first time since he rescued her. She was placed in a room inside the NCA headquarters awaiting for the next interrogation.
God he hated bureaucracy.
"Heard from one of the ladies you like these."
She looks up from the book in her lap. Her eyes glimmer with appreciation and surprise. That was another golden rule. No men were allowed near her quarters. She didn't hate them but as a result of everything she endured she preferred to not have them coming unannounced; it triggered something within her. But for some unknown reason she had decided to let him in. When the lady that was now more like a friend to her than a simple officer, told her that Captain John Price wanted to ask for permission –her permission– to visit her.
She knew that name now. How could she not?
The man that had set her free from calvary. She immediately said yes.
He was dressed all in black from head to toe. The bucket hat he wore the day he saved her was replaced by a beanie.
"I do." She whispers, standing up and coming to approach him although hesitantly at first.
A stark contrast between them, she was wearing white pants and a white shirt.
Made her think of darkness and light.
"They treating you good?" He asks, handing out the flowers to her. She looks in awe, beautiful pink and purple hydrangeas.
"Yes." She answered dumbfounded. Her cheeks slightly burning at the gesture. John slides his hands in his pockets. "These are beautiful, thank you Captain." Her eyes flutter when she raises her head.
"Just John, love. No need for formalities here." Her lips part. Heart swelling with something unknown. John was kind, and had a soothing presence. "What are you listening to?" The soft music comes back to her eardrums, struggling to form a coherent thought.
"Umm, I- I think it's called 'to get away' it's... calming... quite different from the blink-182 songs I used to like." Turning on her heels she approaches the small table next to her bed where she places the flowers down then motions him to sit on the couch, he obliges, arms resting on his knees as she sits cross legged across from him. "Sorry I wasn't expecting to see you here."
He nods.
"Yeah, neither did I." he's playing with his thumbs, eyes never leaving her, who's chewing down her lip as a nervous manner.
"So... what brought you here? Did they tell you to come?" A small part of her couldn't help but be a little defensive. And John couldn't blame her for that.
"No." He was quick to answer. "It's not that." He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. The dimly lit room feels almost warm with her in here. Almost. Considering where they are. John didn't have an actual answer. Why hadn't he gone home after the mission was completed? Just like he would've any other day. "Guess some things just stick with you."
She hums, pondering John's words.
"I'm happy you're here, you know?" A smile spreads on her face. "Wasn't sure if I'd see you again."
He chuckles, face warming at her words.
"Would that be so bad, sweetheart? To never see me again."
"It would. I don't think I can thank you enough for what you and your team did." Standing up from the bed she opens a drawer, it takes a few seconds, she's rummaging around. Then from a well hidden worn out book, she takes a folded white sheet, although white wasn't quite the word he'd use. It was old, probably had it tucked away for a long time.
"This means a lot to me." The girl walks slowly where John sits. Looking down the paper as if she's remembering something. Someone. "Josie drew it. Said she believed one day we'd be free." Tears begin to collect in the corner of her eyes. "Only one of us made it." She hands him the piece of paper. John's dead serious, taking it with gentle hands as if it was the most fragile thing he ever laid hands on. He then unfolds it, eyes scanning the colorful patterns of pink and yellow. His heart shatters for the girl. Next thing he knows, is that small arms embrace him. He's taken aback but recovers quickly, hugging her so tightly like she probably never has been in a good while. "And I'm sure she'd be happy if you have it."
He doesn't have kids of his own. Don't even know if he ever will. One thing's for sure.
He'd call his daughter Josie.
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It's the smell of homemade food that wakes him up from the deep sleep. He walks down the short hallway and to the kitchen. She's already pouring lunch in two big plates.
"Is that pasta?" His voice groggy from sleep. She turns her head, wide-eyed.
"You know for a man who's built like you, you sure are silent." Price chuckles, scratching his beard. "It's quite late, thought you'd be hungry. You looked tired so..." she shrugs. "Didn't want to disrupt your dream."
He sits down on the kitchen stool, as she places the food in front of him.
"Haven't slept this good in years." She takes a seat next to him. "Could get used to it."
She tries to hold back a smile but fails.
"Me too." She answers. "I mean that I could get used to the company."
John turns to see her, draping his left arm right above the backrest where she sits.
"Come with me." He pleads. Leaning closer towards her form. She's dumbfounded, jaw slacking as she meets his blue eyes. John presses a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I can keep you safe."
"Will they allow it? I- I want to, more than anything." She breathes out. There's something electrifying in the air between the two. Something none can explain.
"I could pull some strings." He assures. "Once this all comes to an end; and I promise we nearly got them, love. I'll take care of you, as long as you'll have me."
Her heart flutters at the thought of going home to John. His home. She'd welcome him every time he walked past the doorway, cook the best food for him. Get to see him every night and sleeping by his side, feel the warm touch of his hands in her bare skin. The only man she'd let come close enough to see it all. She lifts her hand absentmindedly, stroking his brown locks. A shaky breath leaving her mouth; the sound of birds outside and and car being parked. Officer Davis' midday visit, probably bringing another stack of books for her to read. The pumpkin bread she had ready for him to take for his daughters.
"Is forever a long time?"
John breathes deeply. She smells like cinnamon and comfort. The undeniable truth that she wormed her way into his heart so deep he doesn't want to let go; can't remember his life before that gloomy day in Bulgaria.
Before her.
"Not at all."
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Flufftober Day 14
"I hate it" - "No, you don't"
🎃 jaemin x gn!reader
🎃 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣
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When you first noticed that Jaemin was reacting differently, Renjun was praying to the gods to load Google Maps and presenting his phone to the sky as an offering. You got lost downtown, however, there was a pastry shop next to you, and Jaemin's eyes glinted with interest.
He didn't let go of your hand, but instead pulled you along with him towards the terrace which was covered with yellow and white striped awnings and silver round tables awaiting those looking for a cake. But Jaemin was too eager for sweets, practically dragging you along behind him, and you were afraid of tripping over the uneven cobblestones.
"Nana!"
As if you had used some kind of spell, Jaemin immediately stopped and looked back at you. His face reflected uncertainty and surprise.
"Slower, please."
"I'm sorry." He was walking with you now, but avoided your gaze. You wondered if he'd become so introverted out of guilt. You reassured him that nothing was wrong, kissed his cheek and he was smiling and excited again. But the tip of his ear remained red.
When you understood what was happening, you were playing bowling. Jaemin bowled a very nice one and your team took the lead. Jaemin turned to you with a proud grin.
"Well done, Nana!" Jeno patted his friend's shoulder in satisfaction.
"You did well, Nana!" You put your arms around him and felt his whole body tighten. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, which was incredibly hot. Jaemin tried not to look you in the eye.
And since then, you've taken every opportunity to call him names. You don't call him baby anymore, just Nana.
"What's up, Nana?"
Jaemin is in a ball on his bed. The computer is on, the game home screen is open. You actually know what happened, he lost to Jisung, but you still wanted to ask him to get to pronounce the name that tasted as good as a sip of cool, pleasant tea.
"I hate it." Of course, he is grumpy.
"What?" You lay opposite him.
"When you call me that."
"No, you don't."
"Don't call me that."
"Everyone call you that. Donghyuck, for example, constantly. Why can't I do it?"
"Because they are my friends and you are my significant other."
"So this nickname is your friends' privilege?" You raise your eyebrows suspiciously, your body stiffening a little.
"No." Jaemin takes your wrist reassuringly, pulling it to his cheek, pressing a kiss to it. "I don't know." He sighs. "When you say it, it's different. You make me weak."
"Don't you like being weak?"
"Not really. Look at me. Jisung defeated me in Mortal Combat and I'm this morose. But, when you call me Nana, it's different. It doesn't make me sad or disappointed or angry, it makes me weird. Like I'm melting, you know?"
"So I make you soft when I call you that?"
"Hmm."
"Nana."
Jaemin palms into your face, and your satisfied smile fades, a surprised 'ow' sound coming from your mouth. You then remove his spidery hand from your head and place it on your face.
"Did Jisung beat you badly?"
"Yeah."
"You can cuddle with me if it helps."
Jaemin seizes the opportunity, slides right up to you, laying his head under your chin, and snuggles against you happily.
"You can call me Nana when it's only the two of us."
"Okay. Nana."
You stroke his hair, your thumb playfully touching his ear, and you feel how it burns under your touch.
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checking my notes. looking over what i have for this stream, stacking them together, nodding in my big news anchor suit and gigantic shoulder pads. sea said this was juiced pt. 2, similar to how i equated house flipper to the replacement stream. and i totally agree!!
every piece of jrma and Iudwig's relationship is told through smoke and mirrors, productions, lights, cameras, and costumes, both in front of and behind a screen. and we get to see little pieces of them in between them playing their roles, or at least what they imagine their roles to be. they definitely both seem to lose the plot at some point when they get too entangled in what the other must be thinking and how they, themselves, are perceived. or they just get too entangled in the presence of each other. and they're not voyeuristic about it either, they just don't/can't care who sees because they are each other's stage. they both create the rooms the other performs in.
feels really good to simultaneously return to a dynamic that we've been familiar with over the past year or so and see new glimpses of things that have changed. jrma is comfortable with Iudwig to the point where he can poke and prod at him, tell him to go fuck himself, tell him he sucks, he hates him, because jrma isn't so fucking terrified of him anymore. he doesn't need to shower lud with endless praise because they already both know how deeply jrma cares. they banter right from the beginning, even when the audience isn't quite supposed to be aware of who or what 985bot is, because they can't physically stop playing and batting kitten paws at each other.
even when they're supposed to be playing up that 985bot is, in fact, a computer and not a real guy, jeremy is not in there, lud can't help himself. and i think that thrill of false anonymity really excites him. "hold you down and kiss you", "how's that taste, fucker?", "i love this guy! i fucking love this guy!", acting out and flirting and calling him 'baby', just because he knows that he can. the entirety of this stream is them sticking their tongues out at each other and teasing each other like crazy just to see who'll crack first, if either of them will.
they actually both just crack when they see each other face to face again, when lud is drunk and jrma is so unbelievably, egotistically delighted to be seen on screen again ("i love chat" yeah i bet you do, freak), but also by lud. the little head pat that jrma gives lud, gentle and birdlike, very careful touches that barely last a second because he is dying to touch him and lud is dying to be touched. his voice gets sweeter and softer and kinder and he beams like he's in heaven when jrma puts the medal over his head. despite lud's penchant for 4d chess, he can't keep playing every single second of his life. he's just so happy to be adored. jrma is happy to adore.
the last time they were both this happy together on screen was almost a year ago, during the chessboxing stream, when they were one whole and united unit. lud didn't have to compete for jrma's attention this time and jrma didn't have to spend the whole stream worrying that lud didn't care about him. this stream was very clearly a big collaborative creative effort between the two of them, given jrma's theatrics and weird twist ending and the exact kind of fast-paced, low-stakes, casual, friendly tournament gaming that lud loves to organize and play, so we can only assume that offbrand is doing well. they seem to be closer than ever and it's heartwarming and it's thrilling and i couldn't be happier. i love my boys!!!! more than anything, i love my boys. i love my boys so much and so passionately and so tenderly and i'm so glad we've gotten them back. we are back in a big and enormous and fulfilling way
#i won't even talk about j's insane fuck-me eyes when the ref was explaining the tennis match#but they were insane. i love beautiful disgusting white women#jlud#bunnyvommit#Spotify
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Hey! Ignore this if you busy! I was wondering if you could write a jeon soyeon smut? Like her eating you out or whatever you want. You can add gifs if you want, but their not necessary. If possible I would prefer her to be dom. Thank you sm if you decide to write this! Have a great day!
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Day 13: Jeon Soyeon +18
Warnings: None. It's pretty vanilla
You and Soyeon were roomates but you barely spoke to each other. You always thought she hated you, since she rarely even looked at you. It wasn't a big concern since you liked the peaceful silence anyway.
You hear loud music coming from Soyeon's room and wonder wether or not you should talk to her and ask her to tone it down a little bit. While you're debating what to say her door opens. She looks at you, surprised and smiles softly.
"Did you want something?" She asks crossing her arms. You shake the initial shock and answer. "Just... The music. Could you tone it down?" You ask nicely.
"No" She simply replies. "Anything else?" You hum, trying to digest what she just said. "Why not?" You ask, defiant raising an eyebrow. "I'm working" She explains briefly. You knew she was a song writer and a rapper but you had never heard her play music so loudly.
"Actually" She says chainging her tone. "Could you help me? I need a higher pitched voice for the song" You look at her, completely puzzled. "I don't sing" You explain. "I don't need you to sing" You're even more confused now but ou can't really refuse now that she grabs your hand and drags you inside her room. She closes the door behind you and sits on her bed. You sit on her chair and look at her waitig to see what she wanted you to record.
"Oh" She says getting closer to you, you move your head, avoiding her instintictively. "Wait you have..." She says grabbing the back of your head with her hand. A finger approaches your face, she softly grabs a fallen eye lash and holds it onto her finger. "Done" She says getting rid of it with a smile.
"Thank you" You mumble to yourself. "So what I wanted you to record is this audio" She explains while browsing the audio on her computer. She hands you her headphones and you put them on. She hits play and you can hear clear and loudly a very explicit moan. You can almost feel your skin go from pale to red. You laugh nervously. "I can't do that" You simply reply getting the headphones off.
She chuckles and grabs the headphones from your hands. "It's okay, I understand it can be... embarassing" She says putting the headphones away. "But you should stay though. We barely got to know each other" You nod shyly.
"So, what do you want to know?" You ask her. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks, not even getting her eyes off the coputer's screen. "I don't" You reply which is followed by a "And a girlfriend?" You instantly guess she might have seen the Bisexual flag on your room. "Nope" You reply.
"Oh cool. I am bi too" She points out. "I left my girlfriend last week" You look at her expectant of what exactly she expect from this conversation. "I've never had one" You spit out. "A significant other or a girlfriend?" You chuckle. "A girlfriend. I had a girl crush on high school but she didn't like me back"
She looks at you with a shocked expression. "How is that possible? With a girl like you?" You chuckle. "A girl like me?" She hums and sit comfortably on the bed. "Pretty I mean" You blush at her words and she chuckles.
"Have you never been called pretty by a girl?" She asks stroking your thigh. You let out a nervous laugh (saphic panic) "Not really" You say. Her body gets up from the bed. Both of her hands are on your thighs and she gets closer to you. "You're so fucking pretty" She whispers inches apart from your lips. You can't resist giving her a quick and soft smooch on her lips.
She smiles against your lips and kisses you again. This time it's a messy and heated kiss. She grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed, her body positions itself on top of you, not breaking the kiss for a split second. Her hands keep brushing the sides of your face, caressing them softly, but they quickly slide down your neck towards your sleeveless shirt.
She pulls out the kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips until it falls down, watering your collarbone. "You look so good in this shirt" She whispers. "I couldn't wait to take it off you" Her hand travels down your stomach lifting your shirt slowly until it's off you. You're crabing for the feeling of her lips over yours again. Though his soft and full lips kiss the limits of your bra instead.
You suffocate your moans of anticipation as she passes her tongue along the soft skin of your breast. Her hand undoes your bra, getting it off you soonly after. "Soyeon I've never" You huff trying to explain but she shuts you up, passing her tongue over your nipples. You throw your head back and grip onto the bedsheets.
A soft moan escapes your lips filling the rooms silence. Your body casts heat across the room. You slowly turn your head back to its normal position to look at Soyeon, she has a rather mischievious look on her face, her tongue still playing over your nipple. She moves shortly after tho, leaving awet spot on your breast that seems to attract the coldness that fills the moment.
Chills run through your skin forcing you to gasp when her tongue reaches your other nipple. Her hand cups your other breast, squeezing it softly. When her tongue travels down your body her other hand cups your now lonely breast.
Her tongue traces a wet path along your bust until it reaches the limits of your skirt. This time she doesn't take it off, instead she skips that step and pulls your panties down. You feel a string of your own wetness keeping your cunt and your panties connected for a second. She doesn't make a comment about it, which you appreciate since you're already flustered by the situation.
Her hand lifts your skirt, exposing your naked hips to her face. Two fingers pass along your wetness and then travel all the way to her mouth. "Mmm" She mutters. "You taste so good baby" She comments before burying her face in between your legs.
You feel her tongue pass along your folds, all the way up to your clit, she pauses there for a moment, making circular movements over it. Your hands move on their own, placing themselves on her hair. You push her closer to you, so that you can feel how her wet muscle plays with your sensitive spots.
Your moans only get louder and messier. Her fingers enter you while she keeps sucking your clit nonstop. "I'm close" You manage to let out in between moans. "Cum for me babe" She whispers before moving her tongue fastly over your clit. Her fingers curve inside of you, hitting your g-spot and making it impossible for you to hold your high any longer.
You're loud. Louder than you've ever been. Your whole body is shaking while you still enjoy the feeling of the orgasm brushing over your body. You start calming down slowly, noticing the wet kisses that the girl's been placing on your thighs. "Ready for round two?" She asks with a cocky expression.
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Oh it's aro week ! Here's a short Off Colors drabble for the occasion feat. Leo and April
April watched the credits rolling up the screen of her TV. Leo sat on the bed with her, his shell pressed against the wall and her legs rested over his, as usual on movie nights.
"So..." April broke the silence. "That was pretty good, right?"
"I guess?" He shrugged.
"You guess? What's wrong with it?"
"You know." He waved a hand. "Once again we have this intense adventure plot going on and there's some romance involved."
She sighed. "Leo, that doesn't make it bad."
"I know, I know." He tossed his hands up before crossing them and slouching down further in his seat. "It just has to come up every single time. And like, why? Do people really want romance in all their stories that badly?"
"I mean, yeah? Most people do, I guess." She climbed over Leo to reach the remote and turn the TV off. "Though I kind of get it. Like, why does it always have to be a guy and a girl. We need more girls falling in love with girls."
"No offense April, but I'd probably stick my tongue out at that too." As if to emphasize, he did it now.
April lightly kneed him in the stomach as she returned to her usual seat. "You don't have to complain about it that much."
"It's just... frustrating." He mumbled. "You say it's normal. Dad says it's normal. Hueso says it's normal. But I can't wrap my head around it."
She sank into her pillows and put her legs on his lap again. She took a moment to swallow her anger, after all Leo wasn't trying to be rude about it. He probably really didn't get it.
She tilted her head. "And you're certain it's not a find the right person situation?"
The turtle rolled his eyes and held one of his hoodie strings, swinging it around. "Well gee, how would I even know that? What other teenagers do I interact with besides you? Love you, by the way, but not like that."
"Good cause I don't like boys." She lifted a foot and used it to give his head a light shove.
He pushed her leg back down in an instant. "Dad keeps saying I'll get it when I'm older but he's been saying that for years. Like hello, I'm thirteen now. Doesn't it happen to most teenagers sooner than that?"
She shrugged. "I guess. But you're not exactly most teenagers either."
"Quick, google sexual maturity of red eared sliders."
She snorted at that, and was glad to see Leo crack a smile, but it didn't last.
Then, it gave her an idea.
"Actually, hang on." She climbed off her bed to grab her laptop off her desk. "I might have an idea."
"Are you actually going to google it?"
"No." She smiled and sat back down. "But you remember the whole thing with that flag on my pin board yeah?" She pointed to where it probably was behind her.
Leo nodded. "Yup, lesbian flag. Which you lied to me about at first and convinced me it was a country until my dad had to explain it."
She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at that old joke. "Right, well there's a lot of other flags out there. I did some brief reading on them and I think one might help explain some things." She pulled up her internet browser and began to type.
He moved his legs and crawled over to sit next to her. "You're telling me there's a flag for people who hate romance?"
"Not exactly that but..." April scrolled down the page, glancing at the various lines of colors until she finally saw the one she remembered. "There, that's the one!"
Leo leaned closer to the screen, studying the bars of green, white, grey and black. "Aromantic?"
"Yeah." She clicked on the hyperlink which brought up the full page. "People who feel little to no romantic attraction." With it loaded she slid the computer onto his lap to let him scroll and read for as long as he wanted.
Which turned out to be for a while. April felt awkward with the silence so she climbed off the bed and grabbed all the empty bags of snacks and soda cans. "You want some water?"
Her friend just let out a hum of acknowledgement that she took as a yes. She carried the trash to the kitchen and tossed it in the bin, passing by her mom in the living room.
"Movie done?" Her mom asked, watching her own TV.
"Yeah, just chatting for a bit."
"He can stay the night if he wants, but you both aren't staying up all night."
"I know." April sighed. It wasn't a school night–they never did movie nights on school nights–but her mom was still mad about three weeks ago when the pair of them accidentally stayed up talking until one in the morning.
She pulled a couple of water bottles out of the wrapped plastic next to the fridge and shuffled back to her room, replying to her mom's quick good night.
Leo was still on the laptop when she returned, though now laying on his stomach and staring at the screen like it held the secret to life, love, and everything.
April wouldn't interrupt. She set his bottle on the nightstand and opened her own, taking a few sips and settling back onto the mattress.
"So..." Leo finally spoke up. "Maybe it is normal? That I'm not into romance? If this is apparently enough of a thing to make a group name for it."
She smiled and lightly scraped her nails over his shell. "Yeah! You might be ace too."
"I assume you don't mean that in the sense of 'extremely cool.'"
She snorted and leaned across his back to use the touchpad. She scrolled down to the related links, clicking on asexual.
"Hm, not as crazy about that flag." Leonardo raised a brow. "Prefer the greens." He scanned the page for a second. "Wait, is there a difference between romantic and sexual attraction?"
"Yeah." April tapped her mouth with the lid of her bottle. "I mean, I don't personally get it but it makes sense? After all, ace people aren't sexually into people, at least not always, but they still fall in love?"
"Hmm, yeah I don't think I'm into any of that."
"Then in that case..." April, still laying on his back, scrolled down again and clicked on the aroace page.
"Huh? They have a different flag?"
She laughed. "There's a lot of those."
"I like this one though." She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "It has blue in it. And orange! Doesn't yours have orange?"
"Yeah!"
"We could match! Sort of!"
"Yeah!" She giggled, and Leo responded, and soon both of them were falling into a fit of laughter.
April rolled off him while catching her breath, and then took another sip of water.
Leo got up and grabbed his own bottle. "It's not weird for me to just go with that, right?" He tilted his head as he frowned. "I mean, what if Dad is right? Maybe I'm still not old enough or haven't meant the right person or something."
She shrugged. "You're allowed to change your mind, Leo. I mean, I thought I was bi until I realized my interest in guys was just me trying to match what the girls in class were doing. Helps that my mom has knowledge about this though, I guess."
She kicked her legs. "Anyway, point is, you can go with it and change your mind later."
He smiled and drank some water. "I almost hope I don't. What if our flags stop matching?"
April snorted and tossed an arm around his neck to pull him close. "I'm sure we can find something else to match."
Leo's smile became softer and he turned to pull her into a proper hug. "Thanks, Apes."
She returned it, though she wasn't entirely sure what he was thanking her for. Could be any number of things, and she chose not to ask.
"Of course, Lee."
#rottmnt#scribbly fics#off colors au#it's 10pm posting this anyway#imagine they just watched whatever movie you want
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(feel free to ignore this one b/c there's too much asexual complaining/hopelessness in this lol)
Sometimes I'm like "I'm not a real asexual" because I worked really hard not to be one.
I don't believe there's a way I can have a happy life if I don't fix myself. I tried to act like it doesn't bother me but it does. I was so sick of feeling like something was dead inside of me that was alive and well in everyone else. It was destroying me, depressing me, it was too much.
Idk how to say this but at some point I had to fix myself and grow up. I'm in my 30s and I have to compromise or become a different person or else I'm gonna get left. No kids, no ring, no nothing. And that's not the life I want. That's not the life I can afford! My friends are all getting married off and sharing expenses. Soon, I'll have no more roommates. Perpetual rejection can lead me right in to homelessness.
I worked HARD to train myself out of asexuality after 14 years of regular arousal training and making myself be in normal relationships. And when I finally feel like I'm a normal person and I can leave this behind me, someone will complain about not having sex in a few weeks and I will blue screen like a broken computer. Like what do you mean that upsets you.
My desires will never be that strong no matter what I do. I could never get MAD or pent up because I haven't..... used someone else's body for pleasure. No matter what I do, I don't feel like I need it need it need it. I'm just not built to slobber all over another person and have that be most of my personality.
The asexual in me is very okay that I don't live like that, that I don't actually have those strong desires. But real life situations I get into every day remind me I must be broken. No one I've met in the wild relates to what I feel inside. No one. Just people online that's it. And that hurts so much more soooooooo so much more. I feel like the biggest freak on the planet. I hate this shit.
And, I feel like I have to sign up for another ten years of arousal training trying to fix myself even more until I get it because I can't support myself on a single income household in ten years I just can't. I need to be partnered with someone who isn't going to cheat on me and leave me in the dust because of who I am. And I can't handle false positivity with that because it has happened to me 8 times. One of my exes suggested surgery or drugs or conversion therapy and I hate that I'm considering fixing myself medically but I feel too burnt out and hopeless to not try it.
I'm so sorry you're going through such a difficult time, Anon. And it can legitimately be very hard to be asexual. One big thing though I'd like to point out is you keep talking about how you're wrong, but all the problems you point out are societal. Society makes it hard to thrive when you're single (both financially and socially), society makes it hard to have less conventional looking relationships. You are not the problem, Anon, the way our current society is built is the problem. It's external, not internal. And it can feel like you need to fix yourself, but you'll always be reaching because at the end of the way society will always still be the part that's actually broken.
I know you've probably heard people speak out against conversion therapy (and it is still conversion therapy when you're doing it to yourself), but one of the big issues with it that doesn't get mentioned as much is that it doesn't work. You just can't change who you are on such a fundamental level. And people go through these therapies and usually all they accomplish is becoming more traumatized and more confused. I know this is difficult, Anon, but this isn't a viable long term solution.
What I would really encourage you to do is find someone to talk to, it sounds like money is tight, but you can take advantage of free mental health services like 7 Cups, The Trevor Project, which are queer and asexual friendly. And they will help you navigate not just how to find self-acceptance, but financial planning and life planning. Even if you don't feel ready for this yet, please do keep this resource in mind.
There are other aces out there, it seems like there's not because once again we live in a society that keeps our orientation from us, and therefore keeps us from each other. I live in a city of 50k people, that means, even if we go by the most conservative estimates, there's at least 500 other aces in my city alone. Our orientation is kept from us, and a lot of aces don't even know there's a word for their experiences and a community. And this may sound like more hopelessness, but the other side of this is that asexuality is becoming more well known all the time, more local communities are starting to appear. Sometimes people can find other aces through local lgbtq+ chapters or Pride events. Sometimes there's an in-person asexual meetup group near you. Some major dating apps now let you put your orientation as asexual and filter for other aces. Even outside of dating, connecting to the asexual community can be really healing.
Sometimes it can seem like you're the only one, and because of how ingrained it is in society dating and sex go together, allosexual people who we date can sometimes act in a way that makes us feel like what we want isn't possible. If this happens multiple times in a row, our brains are pattern based, you hit this wall enough time, your brain says 'there is no going through this wall', and it will feel true whether it is or not.
Another thing you should consider looking into is what government programs exist in your city/state/province/territory/country. A lot of time there's financial resources out there that aren't very well advertised, especially if you're in a lower income. And often they depend on people seeking them out themselves. It won't hurt to do a few google searches or check what local organizations exist.
I know this is probably a lot, and I things probably feel very bleak for you right now, Anon. Unfortunately you can't flip a switch and suddenly accept yourself, you can't just fix society and wealth inequality. My advice would be though to try and take things one step at a time. And don't be afraid to reach out. And feel free to send as many asks here as you like too.
Take care, Anon!
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Clay Making
You help Leah make sculpting clay of clay you found in the valley. Sam joins you when it is time for the actual sculpturing.
In the grass where the sun has yet to touch, the morning dew still linger. But the sun is up and so are you. Only now you are not out enjoying the good weather, nor are you working on your farm. Instead you are inside Leahs’ cabin with your entire upper body draped down an uninstalled kiln.
“Hey! Hand me the screwdriver.” Your voice is muffled but still loud enough for Leah to hear you.
“Have you ever put something like this together before?” Leah asks as she hands you the tool down the hole.
“No, not really. But we do have this blueprint to follow and I have put together quite a few of Robins assemble yourself furniture.” You say and hop out. “There, I'm done. I think.”
“Me too, juuuust a sec.” You watch as Leah tightens the last screws on the lid and then takes a step back to admire your hard work.
“Great! I can't wait to give it a try.” She says as she starts to look around. “Have you seen the other box?”
“What other box?”
“The box with clay I ordered together with the kiln.” She looks through every piece of cardboard and plastic that is scattered around the room. Then she checks under every piece of art she has laying around, throwing everything she picks up over her shoulder, creating a hurricane of art and trash.
“I don't think it is here then. Have you double checked that you ordered it?” You say as you watch the cabin become more and more of a mess by the second.
“Yes! I ordered everything I thought I could’ve possibly needed to start working.” Leah walks over to her computer and opens up the website she ordered from. You have barely gotten a peak at the screen before Leah shouts.
“What!? The clay order was canceled! Oh, what a bummer, now I have to wait another four weeks for that to arrive.” She says with a disappointed frown. “Do you think Pierre sells some? I’d hate to go check Joja Mart." You think for a second, placing a finger on your chin. Then an idea strikes you.
“Oh I know! What if we just made our own! We could go check if there are some here in the river.” You say with a bright smile. Leah too shines up at the suggestion and both of you excitedly hurry out.
You struggle a little to get your boots off and roll up the end of your pants but you're not far behind Leah into the water. Together you waddle around in the still cold water searching. You do end up finding quite a few spots with alot of it. You two decide on one spot where the clay doesn't look too dirty to dig some out. Leah runs back to her cabin and returns with two buckets. You proceed to fill them up only halfway to leave some space for water per Leah's directions.
Then both of you sit down in the grass, wet from the work with a few stains of brown-red clay on your clothes.
“All we have to do now is wait for the clay to soften up to mix with the water. It probably won't be done until tomorrow though and we will need to find something to strain it with by then.” Leah says and lays down to gaze up at the sky.
You rummage through the attic. You look through box after box of old clothes and cloth. Dust particles are flying around you. In the far back you find something left behind by your grandpa that you think might work. You hold the piece of fabric up to inspect it further. You smile to yourself as you place it under your arm and make your way back down.
Your cat Miso awaits you by the end of the stairs, too wary to actually join you up there. While your other cat, Misty, happily follows you back down, satisfied to have explored yet another part of the house despite you telling her not to follow you up there.
You hurry down and out of the house already done all the chores for the day, excited to continue the work with the clay. Your cats follow you as you take a shortcut over the fields and down the path down to the forest and Leah's cottage. It's first when you wave at Leah who is already out working the clay that your cats turn and run back to the farm.
“It's like they just wanted to make sure you got here alright.” Leah laughs.
“Yeah, they are probably on their way back to play in one of the cherry trees.” You watch as Leah is elbow deep in one of the buckets separating any remaining chunks of clay with her hands. You hold up the piece of fabric.
“What do you think about this?”
“That’ll do great. I hope you didn't put on any clothes you care too much about.” She says pointing to her already clay stained clothes. You chuckle and shake your head. You start to prepare another two buckets by putting on the straining cloth and securing it with a piece of rope. While you work Leah thanks you for all the help.
“Oh it's no biggie. It's just fun to work so close to nature like this.”
“Right! This is nothing like living in the city where everything is store bought. It's amazing working with something from start to finish and seeing the whole process. You know, yesterday after you left I wondered what else I could do. Then I got the idea to try making my own paint from natural pigments.”
“You really should! Would give your art a whole new meaning.”
“Yeah, I thought I would go to the library after this to do some research about it when we are done.” Leah says as she starts to pour the clay soup through the makeshift strainer. “What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”
“Oh, I was thinking of going down to the docks. Maybe do some fishing.”
“If you see Eliott, tell him to bring my sketching papers back. He borrowed some when he visited last, he needed it for his book and I am not one to hold back creative outbursts.” she says as the two of you finish the straining.
“I'll make sure to ask him when I see him.” You beam as you help Leah pour the buckets onto trays that she says will make the water evaporate faster, leaving them with the final product.
“But this process will take a few days. I promise to let you know when it is done so you could give sculpting a go too.” She says and smiles. You wash up and give her a wave before departing from her once again.
It's been a few weeks since the start of the clay project now. Everytime you and Leah have either bumped into each other or you have paid her a visit, you've been updated on the state of the clay. Everyday getting closer to finally see the end results. You are not as excited as Leah of course, but seeing her so thrilled about something you have helped her with warms your heart. And today you woke up with a letter in your mailbox.
Dear Y/N
I think the clay is finally done!
Come over whenever you have time so we could test it out.
-Leah
You figured that you would take the way through town checking if there is anything new going on. You stop and talk for a moment with Evelyn who is just about finished putting up the new flower arrangements for the summer. You compliment her flowers and her hard work before continuing your stroll through town. You are just about to turn the corner of Haley and Emilys’ house when you are almost run over by a certain skater.
“Whoa, didn't see you there.” Sam says with a smile.
“Yeeze Sam, you scared the hell out of me.” You laugh.
“Oh, Sorry I really didn't mean to.” He gives you an apologetic smile and scratches his neck.
“No, it's fine. What are you up to?”
“Not much, just skating around. Hey, do you want to hang out maybe? I could teach you some tricks.”
“I would love to but another time maybe, I am on my way to Leahs to do some sculpturing. You can tag along if you want.”
“Leah? Don't know her too well, seen her around a bit. Are you sure it's fine though?”
“Yeah, of course. Come on!” You say and drag Sam with you.
Leah is outside her cottage, a sketchbook in hand with her focus entirely on painting the scenery from right outside her home. Something you have seen her do a million times over, but this time you notice she’s trying something new.��
“Hey! Are you testing out the paints you were talking about?”
“Hey Y/N! Yes! I have made yellow, orange and red colors so far, so I have a very limited palette.”
"Wow, what a cool drawing.” Sam compliments while peaking over Leah's shoulder.
“Thank you, it was quite the journey too, seeing what would work and what not. It still needs some improvement, but so far I like it.” Her eyes go between Sam and you as she is thinking. They light up slightly as she continues. “Are you joining in on the sculpting?”
“Well yeah, if it's fine with you.” Sam's eyes dart slightly between the two of you.
“Oh, of course. There is plenty of clay to go around.” Leah gestures for you and Sam to follow her inside. She hands each of you a box before she takes the two buckets with clay herself. Your box is filled with what looks like the cardbords from unpacking the kiln and some newspaper.
All three of you go back outside and start to set up. Leah uses the cardboard from the boxes and the newspaper to make a makeshift worktable. When you are done setting up you take a seat in the grass together with a decently sized clump of clay in front of you.
“Sooo, I've never really done this before, any tips? What are you guys making?” Sam says as he throws a piece back and forth between his hands.
“Maybe a vase or a pot. What are you making Leah?”
“I was thinking of going in a more abstract direction. See where the shapes take me and if it is something I will like.” Leah's hands work the clay with ease, with a bit of water she moves the clay upwards then makes little arms pointing up towards the sky. Sam on the other hand tries doing something similar, his clump is not looking as smooth and with a little knife he tries to scoop out a face but accidentally stabs it, with a chuckle he smashes it back together leaving him once again with a clump.
“Just think of it as a process, something that has to be worse before it gets better.” Leah says as she peeks at Sam's work.
“It's fun, do you always do stuff like this?” He says while he once again scoops out a face out of the clump.
“I always do art, but the whole ‘using the natural resources around you’ is a new concept. Despite it being such a new thing I feel really connected to both the nature around me and my art. It's totally different from what I did back in the city, here I never stop being inspired.”
“I bet it gives individuality too, going the extra mile and all.” You chuckle and Leah nods enthusiastically.
“So, what do you do besides skating?” Leah says and nods to his bord.
“I work at Jojamart and besides work, I play the guitar in a band.”
"What? How cool! I have to come see you next time you are performing.”
“We have actually never played in front of people. But we are planning something soon, I'm happy there will be someone other than my mom there.”
“Hey! I will be there too!”
“Yeah, you two and mom, slowly building up a fan base.”
“Do you write your own songs too?” Leah asks.
“Yeah, I write the lyrics then me and Seb work out the music together. Oh and Abigail helps out too!” Sam is practically beaming over being recognized as an artist.
“How fun to find a fellow artist here in pelican town.”
"Ehem." You give Leah a look.
“Oh, well I suppose farming could have some artistic strokes to it.”
“No, I didn't want you to leave out Elliott but it’s nice to get acknowledged too.” You all laugh. After that Sam declares his sculpture finished. It looks sort of like a stub with an all too happy face on it. All the while Leah's sculpture has worked its way to become something that reminds you of a galaxy with what used to be arms pointing upwards now flowing in a circle. You feel as if your pot’s done too.
“I like your pot. It has a nice shape to it.” Leah says as she places the sculptures and the pot in the kiln. “I'll promise to come by with them once they are done.”
As both you and Sam say your goodbyes and take different ways home you think over what Leah says. You really too feel as if life has become more inspiring here. New plans and ideas feel like they come to you just by looking around. While being in the city you felt stuck. And now everything you do makes a difference, even if it is as small as picking weeds and in the end you get to watch your flowers grow even stronger and prettier. You kind of feel that you have done the same moving from the city here. You have finally found soil that makes you grow into the person that you want to be.
#leah stardew valley#stardew valley#sdv#farmer stardew valley#sam stardew valley#stardew valley sam#sdv sam#sdv leah#sdv farmer#stardew valley leah
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Watching Picard season 3, episode 1. The Next Generation.
(Contains Major spoilers for the ep)
The music is so chill, tho I DO want to set the world on fire
Awww, pretty flowers
Uhhhhh, the masks are kinda random 👀
Interesting, one of Picards logs is playing 🤔
OH IT'S BEVERLY!!!
Wait oh found them?!
Oh no what happened to the crew member?🤔
OH HOLY SHIT
NO BEVERLY SHE'S BEEN SHOT
NOOOOOOOOO
Ngl, it's giving Ranger vibes
She's so badass I can't even I'm screaming
She just came out of the fog like a freaking angel of war
Oh noooo, she's bleeding
Is ANYONE gonna let the crew dude out?
OOOOOOOO SHE'S TRANSMITTING HER MESSAGE FROM THE TRAILER
LARIS! I THOUGHT SHE WASN'T GONNA BE IN THIS SEASON I'M SO HAPPY
Are they talking about his past relationships?
Oh
They're talking about a painting 😂😂😂
YEAH GEODRDI MY BABE
He runs a museum? Wasn't expecting that, but good for him😂
Awwww, Laris won't let the guy pack up Picard's painting
Ohhhh, so they're going on a trip, I thought they were going over his Will 😂
*sees the flute* I'm gonna sob it's fine
"I am not a man who needs a legacy." Dude you totally are that type of man😂
When I see that record player all I can think of is Q
Computer: "Unable to determine the location."
"Thanks for your help." I do not think that he was thankful for the help😂
OH MY GOD IT'S HIS OLD COM BADGE
I'M SCREAMING
I have literal chills
OH NY GOD IT'S BEVERLY I HAVE SO MUCH CHILL
"And Jean-Luc. No Starfleet. Trust no one." I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD
I love Laris and Picard's talks by the fire
Dude, you've seriously haven't spoken to her in over 20 years? For shame dude
Oh, she cut everyone off😅
"You even tried to be Lovers, didn't you?" Man, I picked the absolute worst time to take a drink of pink lemonade, I nearly choked cause I couldn't help but burst out laughing 😂😂
I love how Laris is fully behind the fact that Beverly isn't paranoid
Picard: "I'll be back in a few days, maybe even less."
Laris: "Maybe even more."
Me: Or maybe he won't be back at all, and he'll die before you can ever see him again.
Oh fuck, she's gonna save him a seat😭 imagine if she's sitting there waiting for him only to get news he's died.
Their first (on screen) kiss!
I love that Guinan seals souvenirs😂
"That's 'Galaxy Class' to you young lady!" Riker is offended 😂
"Deanna and Kestra will appreciate the time away from me." Oh no, what happened (what did ya do Riker)
Picard totally wants to ask what happened but is holding his tongue, tho I wish he wouldn't cause I wanna know
WHAT HAD BEVERLY SO TERRIFIED!
So she cut off Deanna, Will AND Geordi as well, that definitely raises red flags since she was close with Deanna
RAFFI
I KNOW THAT WALK IT'S TOTALLY RAFFI
Oh God, the Daddy kink still lives? I hate it.
Nooo, Raffi's getting drugs😭
"My girlfriend left me." NOOOOOOOOOOOO
PLEASE LET THIS BE HER COVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I'm thinking it's a cover since she's really trying to get info
Who's the Red Lady? BEVERLY? SHE HAS RED HAIR! COULD IT BE ABOUT GOING AFTER HER
Oh, I would greatly like to kill this dude for hurting Raffi
OOOOOOOOOOO SHE IS UNDERCOVER YAY
I'm so proud of her for dropping the drug instead of using it😭
"I'm not sure about this plan."😂
"It's not a plan, it's a ruse." Same old Riker😂
THE TITAN
THAT MEANS SEEVVVVVVVEEEN!!!!! OH, I remember it from Lower Decks 😂
"The First Officer, on the other hand, I think you'll recognize." SEVEN
SEEEEVVVVVVVVEN!
(Actual footage ^ of the Saffi Fandom)
"Captain Shaw prefers that I use "Hansen," Admiral"
Oh hell no, I hate this Captain with a burning passion now cause how fucking DARE HE
The way that Picard paused to correct the one guy's posture and badge 😂
Oh Seven totally doesn't like the Captain 😂
*Ensign grins at Picard* Picard to Seven:"Is there something wrong with that Ensign?"
"Ensign La Forge, eyes on your station." I'M SCREAMING
Oh God, Riker is totally embarrassing her by bringing up her Nickname from the academy. If Deanna was there, she'd totally hack him and say: "Will!"
Seven's face when Picard said she should take the ship out😭 she was like a lil kid trying to hide how happy she was😭
*Picard tells Seven something way out of date in regards to flying then ship*
Seven:"It's all automated now."
Picard:"Oh... Of course." *Clears his throat awkwardly* "You're going to be a Captain before you know it, Commander Hansen."
Riker, grinning: "Excellent recovery, Admiral."
Picard: "Shut it, Will."
This Captain eating has me uncomfy
Dude, Picard was definitely not expecting this guy to be an ass
Riker looks like he would like to beat up the Captain 😂
Oh. Wow. I really hate this guy
Seven just watching the convo between them is a mood
Picard really should've done his homework on what stations were open
Seven is so helpful
Oh wow, he's even more of an asshole than I expected.
Honestly, I'm kinda shocked they're not gonna just knock the Captain unconscious and take control of the ship, saying that the Captain isn't feeling well😂
Seven watching Riker and Picard go has me wondering what her plan is🤔
AWWWWWW RAFFI'S GRANDBABY😭
"Good morning sweet girl"😭😭😭😭😭
Raffi's lil smile 😭
Raffi looks so done with her handler
Awwww, my poor babe, she's so tired
Did she just get discharged from Starfleet? Oh, just pulled up into from her file
"You are a warrior." The way Raffi's whole demeanor changed has me thinking she was brainwashed and this was saying was the trigger word to activate her
It would totally make sense since we know Worf fights her at one point
WHAT IF HE'S HER HANDLER
Oh my god, Riker and Picard are sleeping in bunkbeds 😂😂
Seven summoned them! Yay
Oh what is she planning
"You're gonna tell me what the hell you two are really doing here of I'm about to throw both of you out of an airlock and never look back." Aw, this reminds me of Voyager Seven😊
SHE MENTIONED JANEWAY!!!! I'M SCREAMING
Oh damn, Seven should go back to the Rangers, cause honestly I just want her to be happy and she doesn't seem to be.
Did she throw the Captain out of an airlock
Awwww, she ignored orders and brought them to the edge of federation space
I love how Seven followed her instincts
"I like that Seven." Same, Will, same.
The way everyone looked back as the Captain kinda fired Seven, they like her better
I feel like I should have an idea who Rachel Garrett is but I'm blanking
OH SHIT
Raffi's trying to get through to Starfleet, but it isn't working 👀
Oh I hope my babe doesn't witness an attack cause that could really traumatize her
OH NO
OH MY GOD, I HAVE CHILLS
The screaming of them is horrible 😭
She just witnessed a huge tragedy and wasn't able to do anything, that would definitely mess a person up
WAIT
Her son's family doesn't live in District Seven, do they?
WHAT IF THAT'S WHY SHE TRIES TO HAVE A FIGHT
"So long as we don't have to move or shot we should be fine." Me😂
The fact that Picard made Beverly a playlist instead of giving her flowers 😭😂
Wait wait wait
WHAT IF BEVERLY STOLE THE STUFF TO PROTECT IT AND WHOEVER ATTACKED HER STOLE IT AND USED IT TO ATTACK STARFLEET
Oh fuck, what the heck happened to her nose? It looks Alien
"Number one she's here" not me thinking his Dog was about to come running with a wagging tail😂
DUDE (Me to the guy who's holding Riker at gunpoint)
Does Beverly have another son?🤔
HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT
Wait, were they after him?🤔
I wonder who his dad is🤔
Wonder if his older brother ever showed up to take him to baseball games in the past 😂
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT'S HOW THEY END IT? OH COME ON
The older trek music has me so happy
If you'll need me, I'll be screaming and reading as much fanfic as I can until the next episode.
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✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Ohh bless thank you for this ask
I put so much work into Blowing Cover and it is super unpopular compared to all my other works. I really liked the character too and kind of thought they might be fun to bring back for another one shot (I mean, given the ending, they have a ton of one-shot potential).
But. The kinks/tags involved are certainly a bit edgier so I can see it getting less hits. I'm already writing for a very niche group, then this hits an even smaller category within that group. Ohh well. I enjoyed making it, at least.
As for feedback! Uh, your kind, lol. I love that you put so much time into selecting the lines that really stand out to you. That blows me away. It's like the best kind of annotations ❤️ and it helps me tailor what I do, I'm still learning what gets folk's hearts fluttering!
That said, literally just a like on a Tumblr post or a message or a keyboard smash also has the capacity to melt my heart. I've received PMs that I gush over for days and reread 1000x over. Back in the old old days of my elder fics, I got fan art and I still have them saved on a special folder on my phone. I drink out of mugs someone created of my OC's Fay and Tsiri. Just knowing people read and enjoyed it is great.
(And I'm one of those weird folks who also welcome criticism too, actually. I want to be better. I want to write good good fics that get people coming to the table and screaming for more. I want to know what you like and hate. What I could improve about my style for clarity. What was so cringey it made your skin crawl. I aim to please.)
Compliment?
I am almost done writing a fic longer than Return of the King that's literally all I'm going to be talking about for weeks. I hope it's good, lol.
In regards to engagement, in my experience I've created numerous connections with people all across the world from different experiences and backgrounds just through fandom culture. That's healthy for cultivating a good, open-minded worldview. Those connections give me so much joy and energy and help inspire me to create! When I get home, I can't wait to work on my projects, and I really want to finish something so that I can giddily hide behind my computer screen and hope you all see and enjoy it.
But beyond that, human connection is very important to me. I like seeing your personal ramblings about how y'alls days are going, your jobs, your day-to-day stuff. The people behind the blogs. And I like that on the internet, there isn't a huge expectation of availability like there is in person. I myself have a great deal of social anxiety, but online, I can choose when I have enough energy to reach out or start a conversation or message back, or when that reserve just isn't in me.
If you're really anxious, know that I still see you and am happy even if you just follow and lurk, even if I just get a kudos or a like and then you disappear. I know what I share is quite salacious and not everyone wants to have that on their blog, believe me lol. Being seen is also gratifying. If you ever have the energy for a word of an ecouragement, that means the world to me! But if not, be not afraid. I do not hate you for liking my posts.
Aaaaand for WIP stuff-
Nice try, you can't fish out more deets about the end of Ride or Die/Fly or Fall than I have already shared lol. I CANNOT spoil anything at this point. But I will say this: I feel more strongly about the theme and the arc for Volume 2 than I did for Volume 1. I have a more concrete plan overall than I did the first go round. And the message is kind of something I'm already working towards at the very end of this work, so they should flow together quite cohesively.
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I am so far behind on my comissions it's not funny anymore. I know you struggle with them so any advice?? Should I cancel them? Give them the paltry stuff I have written for free as an apology? Like I don't want to upset anyone but I feel bad stringing them along! What do you do?
I had to formulate a list of stuff I try to do upfront to help mitigate damage.
For starters, anyone who commissions me, I try to let them know upfront: I have a real life job, I have unmedicated issues that make it very difficult, and I really, really struggle with a consistent schedule. I'm actually quite pathetically sickly so I never accept payment upfront-- only after I've delivered. After a certain amount of time, I'll pretty much just give them the story for free because months and months can go by with nothing. I try to keep in contact with those who have commissioned me and let them know what the deal is, but I am finicky and disorganized by nature-- I despise it but until I can afford medication, I'm sort of foxholed, here. One of my biggest issues is they end up so fucking long and detailed that they turn into a monster and suddenly it's overwhelming and it's not living up to my expectations. I sit there going "They're going to hate this, I can't make them pay for this." because overall, I still struggle with and ultimately dislike my writing style and don't feel it's worth paying for.
All of my writing is on a whim. That's a part of the problem. I hate that I can sit down and pop out a piece when I have a commission, but I can literally spit out a 4,000 nightmare in 30 minutes when sometimes I can stare at a screen for hours and nothing comes to me or I hate what I've written with a commission. It's extra pressure because there's a level of expectation there. It's a different beast with commissions over requests and that's to be expected sometimes.
I genuinely hate it, but I don't have insurance and my head is a chaotic mess and it is so, so hard to do things sometimes. Even writing. Even video games. It's part of why I struggle with multi-chapter stories. It has to be my hyperfixation and I have to be in an okay headspace. My job intervenes a lot. That's why I take casual commissions and I rarely accept anything with a deadline. It has to be a casual exchange for me.
I think the best thing you can do is be super up front on your commissions page (if you even have one-- I don't for this very reason. I accept commissions because I have bills to pay but I feel wretched advertising it like a service when this is the case) and try to keep in contact with your customers. Finding a way that is easiest to write is pivotal, whether it's easier lying in bed or having to sit at the computer. Maybe start off only taking small commissions at first (1,000 to 2,000 words) and work your way up when you become more comfortable. (Medicate your fucking adhd if you have it, that's a personal tip from me.)
Most people are incredibly understanding, especially when they don't pay for it upfront. If you're feeling overwhelmed and just can't right now, maybe let them know and offer to finish the story on your own time for free. Ask them if they just want what you've written. Honestly is the best policy here. In my experience, most people are totally fine waiting.
I know exactly what you mean about feeling terrible about it, so feel free to close commissions if it gets too overwhelming. Really, truly, most people are incredibly kind and are completely fine. Most of the time, they just tell you to take your time and hand it out when you're ready, and I don't think I've had anyone be dissatisfied yet.
The best policy is honesty. Just be incredibly upfront about everything and let them know the deal. It gets easier when you can find a way to force yourself to write, but that's a tricky one. At least producing anything of quality in that case.
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You are a traveler. You never sit still for long. Your spirit dies all over again every time you confront the past, the one you left behind. The child you left behind.
Why do I feel like I need to apologize to the world for my ever-changing body?
You don't text me back, you don't ring me up, you check your phone when we chat… I never get to have your full attention.
bring your body, and your mind will follow
stitch 'n bitch is an actual term used since the 1940s! i wanna use it and i wanna have a man in the group bc this is taos and i can do what i want in my own story.
beth goes radio silent page 33 and comes back page 45 (as of right now, 5/7)
need a convo about beth's childhood bff kathleen and how she always felt super close to her until she moved away. make it very mjuch queer coded and beth has to point out that liss is verymuch gay.
need a solid lead-up to beth being wild and carefree. why is she so open with liss all of a sudden? need a backstory for that to make sense.
beth and liss need to TALK somewhere. beth calls liss and says she's gonna call again so that needs to happen. the convo needs to include fauna sounds being annoying to beth and something that would lead into them mutually pining in taos.
need a carefree 12yo somewhere
leave the satisfaction of stella and beth learning how to talk again for later in the story
have beth sit in the hot tub close to the end. maybe liss is there?? i like the idea of her being alone tbh.
beth needs to figure out why she's so hesitant to sit in the hot tub. it's bc she's afraid of being comfortable in taos bc of her losing maggie. she doesn't wanna get too attached and lose whatever she's attached to. have liss figure this out for her maybe????
julie needs to learn abt stella at some point
need a sewing circle in there somewhere -- where we get to know more about julie and liss and their friends. one giant dinner table convo with multiple angles that everyone fucking hates doing.
have beth try and fail multiple times to reduce her screen time
ok but where is felicity when she's listening to her grandma read bedtime stories like for real where tf is she SHE'S THINKING ABOUT HER CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND KATHLEEN (yeah i'm really going there)
beth needs to tell stella abt timothy at some point MAYBE HAVE TIMOTHY REACH OUT AND WANT TO MEET HER, MAYBE TAKE STELLA WITH IDK
the lead up to the inciting incident is chunky as all hell. FIX THAT.
Perfectionism is like an abusive ex: It finds your weakest areas and exploits them. You'll never satisfy an abuser -- satisfy yourself instead. BETH NEEDS TO LEARN THAT SOCIAL MEDIA IS AN ABUSER AND SHE WILL NEVER SATISFY IT, SO SHE NEEDS TO LET IT GO. or something like that
things E|L has learned living off grid for a year
*Patience. stores are very far away like 30 min away. when you need something it can be a committment to go out and get it. if you have a single ingredient missing you won't go out and get it. you'll just do without.
*accepting lack of control. can't control the weather (duh) so planning ahead of time doesn't help much. YOU HAVE TO BE EASILY ADAPTABLE.
*plan ahead. make the most of every trip to town.
*solving problems and self-reliance. if something breaks it's all on you. troubleshooting is a necessity.
*learning from neighbors. share knowledge with everyone. networking is important.
maybe have liss show beth how to forage?? and then have them can the findings??? i like that idea. look more into that. DONE
why is slug comfortable in taos now MAGGIE ISN'T THERE ANYMORE
need a convo about body image between beth and liss so them examining themselves in the mirror makes sense. DONE i made it that scene where i stole from my own fanfic of deb and gerri
have beth buy a dumb phone but still use her computer for SPARING social media scrolling. we find the balance in this house. DONE
build up the need for beth to escape to taos?? maybe a series of shopping hauls???? DONE
something where liss takes beth's phone and beth has an addict reaction. DONE
liss does laundry and gets weird looks maybe?? and that's what prompts her meltdown over not being enlightened??? idk figure that out. she needs to have a meltdown and know she's being hypocritical and beth needs to make that discovery in front of liss and tell her she's put two and two together. DONE
i dont think beth would so easily forget about liss. make her contact liss or smth. or maybe thats why she goes back to taos. incorporate something to do with the fauna sounds and how they're irritating so liss will have something to be proud of when beth's armor starts to fall. DONE
beth goes back to stay in taos with julie bc julie doesnt own a screen ????? something to do with julie and screens. BECAUSE SHE TRIES TO REDUCE HER SCREEN TIME WITH NO SUCCESS SO SHE DECIDES TO CUT IT OUT ENTIRELY AND THE BEST PLACE TO DO THAT IS JUILE'S DONE
beth needs to try and block out animal sounds IN FRONT OF FELICITY so that moment between them on the patio isn't out of nowhere SHE MENTIONS HATING THEM WHILE TALKING TO LISS IN BETWEEN TRIPS TO TAOS DONE
why are there no photos of anyone but bobby dean BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT ANYONE TO GET CLOSE FOR FEAR THEY'LL LEAVE LIKE BOBBY DEAN ALMOST HAS
more of beth comparing herself to what she sees online / more comments on her life / figure out how stella plays into all that STELLA IS THE VOICE OF REASON
beth was a lively 12 yr old so make that come back MAYBE ALREADY DONE WITH THE DANCING AND CAREFREE NATURE GIRL MOMENTS
cut out some of the beth/julie shenanigans ACTUALLY NO I'M KEEPING THEM I LIKE THEM I THINK THEY WORK
why did beth's inner 12 yr old (slug) die BULLYING
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I think I'm going to do it. Let's go over my day:
1) I tried to make a guide to fix one of my videos polkville cause I died. In the process I was going to make 5 new guides for poster collectibles. I died in one of them of couse a poster one multiple times and I got pissed. Then I decided to stop. Then I thought through the process of how I can edit it out and I realized there was no way. So I decided to go from there. I ended up doing something weird with my tongue, slightly stickong for like 2 minutes and I realized it and once I viewed it I realized it was obv on my tiny computer screen so I tossed it out. Cause it'll be obvious on a big screen. I lost my whole red bull day and lost my shitty playthrough.
2) then I decided to go from there but make achievement guides to make the best out of how far I got despite losing the playthrough I could make mission videos with achievements/ finish a couple poster missions. Well it took me like 4 tries to do my achievement mission and I would have achieved not a scratch and say hello to my little friend but they got bugged and never popped after I put 1 hour and 30 minutes into it.
3) then I knocked my pills off my table and had to fish them out from behind my desk. I had to move so much that everything was falling cause I live in a box.
4) then I poured an entire bottle of powerade in my sneaker......... cause it fell off my desk. So my sneaker is ruined. It was filled like a bucket for christ sake.
5) then I took my pill but I had to cut it in half and it's not even so all I can think about is I might not sleep when I take the smaller half. I cut it with a pill cutter and broke another and both were uneven so I guess I'll sleep one night and not another. And I'll have to panic about it all the time more than I already do.
6) my auditory hallucination is still calling me my deadname excessively and especially tonight.
7) oh yea whenever I sit in, "silence" that's all I hear.
8) and idk what I'm trying to live for? My little shitty poverty life with my holes in my underwear and socks.
9) my future lung cancer cause I mean talk about smoking cigarettes like a Chimney
10) oh my future dementia or alzheimers or worse cause of microsleep?
11) more sleepness nights?
I want to see the kids grow up but they'll hate me for my absence.... they'll miss their dead brother though a lot.....
My youtube might have good watch time but I mean hitting 4000 a year or month or whatever it is....... maybe when I'm 90 but I'll be dead cause of my microsleeping..
The hallucinations will not die.
I can't smoke pot..and boy would that help with my mood.......
I'm so alone people wouldn't even notice other than you.
My family doesn't even notice when I leave the house for Christ sake.
It's sad to say but the hope that I actually have a soul mate is the only reason I'm living through this shitty hell.
I'm sick of worrying about sleeping. I'm sick of hallucinating. If it's genetic psychosis I'm fucking killing myself regardless of anything cause that could last YEARS......
I'm so done with my shitty life getting shittier.
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(Ex-gf anon again) I'm actually scared because she was in love with me (because of how she reacted), scared bc i'm a little bit concerned with my own safety (she told me more than once that she imagines herself stabbing people she hates) and scared of what she probably told everyone. She not only lies about me (like saying I would call her in the middle of the night and threaten to commit suicide if she ever broke up with me) but also knows a lot of private information (i'm trans and not out)
Jesus. She sounds like a real piece of work. I had an ex in high school that cheated on me by sexually coercing my best friend/the girl I was in love with and then, when I found out after we’d already broken up and stopped speaking to him and told him to never contact me again, he told the whole school I had cheated on him. With her. And I’d just come out as gay, so a lot of people believed it. It was a really bad time and I honestly didn’t really have friends for about a year, save for one person at my high school and one person at the rival high school. (A good number of people were still friendly, in no small part because I was smart and helped people with their homework, but I basically ate lunch in the library or a teacher’s classroom every day that year.)
I wish I had good advice, but I don’t. It’s a fucked up situation and your ex has put you in a really bad position. If you are legitimately worried about your physical safety, whether through her directly hurting you or indirectly putting you in danger via outing you, is there someone at school you can talk to? A trusted adult? Your parents? The police? My response would always be to go to a teacher or guidance counselor, but I was also always close to my teachers and already out, so... ymmv.
That said, my guess is you probably don’t have to worry about her physically hurting you, and she probably won’t out you. People like that hold all their power in bluffing, and literally stabbing someone is a real good way to make sure everyone else hates you for the rest of your life. And if she uses something like you being trans against you, she has nothing left to hurt you with. I wish I could be more encouraging, but the best I really have right now is you can’t control what she’s going to do, so for your peace of mind you should try as hard as you can to believe that she won’t out you or hurt you because it’s just not in her self-interest to do so.
I really, really wish I had more for you. Your fear is completely valid and I honestly wish it weren’t because I feel like I could do more if the problems you’re dealing with weren’t so stark. You can always come into my asks or messages to talk, and I will always listen. I hope that there’s some adult in your community you can go to as well. I assume you know about these resources already, but just in case, this is the crisis text line, this is the U.S. suicide prevention hotline, this is the trans lifeline, and this is a live chat line for trans people. I wish I could do more, and please let me know if I can.
#anons#asks#god i'm so sorry#i hate that i'm behind a computer screen and can't actually help you#i hope some of this is at least a little helpful or encouraging#i wish i could do more
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Sell my soul
Jeff Pfister x fem!reader
Request: "anything with Jeff having a mommy kink"
Warnings: Smut! Some mommy kink (i tried ok), mentions of Michael and selling your soul to Satan
Once again the pic I stole from @copy-of-a-cheeto because they always have amazing pictures
Proof read by @divineruler
Working with Jeff and Mutt could really be challenging at times, especially when they couldn't be bothered to use your help. You hadn't really done much other than help them get their prints down for their robots, then you were demoted to coffee monkey for a few days at a time until one of the men would ask you to interact with one of their robots or help with small useless tasks. Mostly your job consisted of the marketing of their products and the output and delivery of robots they sold.
After Mutt threw a tantrum at you about his coffee order not being right, you finally gave up and walked to your desk that sat in the small room between the lab and Ms. Venable's desk. Pretty much anyone who walked into the lab had to go through your office. Yes it was pretty annoying at times but it was nice sometimes too because that means Jeff had to walk through your office whenever he wanted to go out for any reason. One day particular Ms. Venable let this man into the lab, walking through your office and giving you a kind smile as he walked into the lab.
As he walked past you could feel chills go up your spine and he closed the glass door separating your office and the lab. You stared at him for a moment as he walked up and the men greeted him. You looked at Venable and stood from your desk, walking over to her desk. "Who is that?" You asked and gestured to the glass doors as you sat on the side of her desk. She glared at where you sat but said nothing. "His name is Michael. He's a very powerful man." She said and waved the back of her hand at you. "Now if you'll excuse me I actually have work to get done." She excused you off her desk and you huffed, walking back to your office and clicking around on the website.
You tried to keep your eyes to yourself but you couldn't help but look over at the coconut heads as they talked to this mystery man. More specifically you looked at Jeff. You couldn't tell what it was about him but he seemed so cute and fuckable. You knew you had barely any chance because he could literally make a robot of his ideal woman and have her do whatever he'd like, why would he choose to sleep with someone like you when he could build the perfect woman for himself.
After a few minutes, you were fucking around on your phone before the shades to the lab dropped quickly and then only about a minute later the door to your office opened and Michael walked out with a smile on his face. He looked at you for a moment, stopping in the doorway. You had Jeff's Instagram pulled up on your phone, shamelessly looking at a picture the two of you had taken at some big event for a news website. Michael closed the lab door behind him and looked at your phone where it sat on your desk.
"Do you like him?" He asked and looked down his nose at the phone. You felt the chills run down your spine again. "Yeah... and I just want him to like me back- even better I wish I had the courage to make him like me back." You suddenly found yourself kinda spilling everything to this man without considering it beforehand. "I can help you with that... My father is in a pretty powerful position. We could make a deal and I can get you what you want." He said and walked to where he could place his hands against your desk and lean over it. You swallowed the spit in your mouth and stared at him. You couldn't really say anything but you did nod. Michael grinned and offered his hand to you. "Sell your soul to Satan, like they did, and you can have him wrapped around your pinky plus the courage you need to get him." Michael said and you paused before taking his hand.
He leaned forward and kissed the back of your hand before walking out of the room. You paused for a second and looked down to your desk. You didn't feel any different at first, but then you heard your door to the lab opening. Mutt walked out through the door and nodded at you, saying he was running out to pick up lunch for them, leaving the door wide open behind him. You nodded and spun in your chair for a few moments after Mutt left your office.
That's when you heard Jeff call for you from the lab, so you walked over, already feeling yourself stand a bit taller. "Hey y/n can you help me with this coding? I can't find why I'm getting errors." He said and you walked around his desk looking at his laptop over his shoulder. You glanced over the code realizing really quickly that Jeff didn't fill in parts of the code, just leaving them blank. "You literally didn't fill out the whole code." You said and pointed at the computer screen before looking at Jeff. He was obviously staring at your chest. You smirked a little and played into it. Pushing your hands against the edge of his desk and pushing your breasts together as you leaned forwards to "look at the code".
You pointed to the screen and Jeff didn't look back to the screen from your chest. You stood up and he looked quickly up to your face. "Oh baby if you wanna stare that hard you might as well take a picture." You said and leaned back to sit on his desk. He stammered for a second before spitting out a simple "can you just help me with this?" You shrugged and looked at the computer and he continued to glance between your chest and the screen. After instructing him what to type in, his hands shook as he typed. Eventually you reached forwards and took his hands off his keyboard.
"Jeff, do you want me to help you?" You asked and he nodded a bit. Gently pushing his shoulder back, you moved onto his lap gently, sitting and facing his computer. You typed into the code silently, yet you could feel him adjust against your ass, his very prominent boner pressing against you. You just smiled to yourself as he stammered quietly behind you.
“C-can you help me with something else…” he asked softly, now pushing his blushing face against your shoulder from behind.
“Where do you need my help baby?” You asked, a smirk finding its way across your lips as he pushed against you with his dick. You took that as a sign and stood up, turning around in his lap to straddle him in his desk chair. “You want mommy to take care of your little problem?” You ask, your hand roaming down to gently rub him through his jeans. He nodded and moaned quietly against your shoulder.
Moving yourself up a bit, you unzipped his jeans and moved them down a bit so you could properly rub him through his boxers. God whatever Michael was, he definitely worked a bit of magic to get you to this place. Jeff whimpered under you as you rubbed him through his boxers. “Please…” he whimpered as you moved off of him and back to kneel on the ground between his knees.
As you kneeled down, Jeff hurriedly pushed his jeans down along with his boxers. “Slow down baby, don’t you wanna enjoy this?” You asked in a quiet voice and wrapped your hand around his length. It was harder than you would’ve thought for having just barely riled him up. As soon as you made contact with him his dick jumped and he whined. With that reaction you gripped him a bit harder and began to stroke him slowly, leaning in to lick the precum off his tip and giving small suckles to the tip as his hips bucked against your movements.
As your actions continued, you heard Jeff’s cell phone buzzing against his desk, you two paused to look at it. It was Mutt calling him. “Go on and answer it baby. I’m sure it’s really important.” You whispered and his shaky hand swiped the answer button and put it on speaker.
“Hey bro. They don’t have the sandwich that you usually get. What do you want instead?” Mutt’s voice sounded from the phone. You looked up to Jeff, now fully taking his length in your mouth and sucking on it roughly. He bit back a moan and there his head back against his office chair.
“Dude, h-honestly just get me whatever you got… whatever you got last time. I-It looked good.” He responded and let out a breath as you began to bob your head against him. Mutt paused for a second on the line.
“You said that it smelled like shit and that you hated it. What about that chicken one that you had a few days ago? I can make a stop on the way back if you’d prefer that. I know Y/n likes the soup from that place. Do you know if she brought lunch in today for herself?” Mutt asked and Jeff’s eyes lulled back in his head; both rolling his eyes at Mutt’s questioning but also at you lazily jerking him off as you sucked on his tip.
“Uh, it doesn’t look like it… I’d make the stop and get it just in case.” Jeff responded and as he spoke you doubled down and sucked a bit harder.
“She’s been doing pretty good lately. Can you remind me when I get back that I wanted her to put a new listing on the site? That fleshlight that you designed to look like her will be a top seller bro. And I bet you she’ll be none the wiser that it’s inspired by her.” Man if Jeff’s face wasn’t already beet red by this whole situation it was now.
“Y-yeah dude. I’ll remind you later. I’ll see you when you get back to the shop.” He spit out a quick goodbye and then hung up the phone. You pulled off of Jeff and looked at his face, which now refused to look back at yours. you hummed and stood up from where you knelt. Jeff looked at you quickly, scared you were upset by what Mutt had said over the phone. Instead you leaned against Jeff’s desk, slowly pulling yourself to sit on it. “A-are you mad?” He asked softly, looking up at you embarrassed.
“No, baby. But next time if you want to fuck me so badly…” you said as you undid your jeans in front of him. “Just ask. You don’t need a fleshlight when you can have the real thing.” You said and pushed down your jeans and panties infront of him. Leaning back on the desk, you stared him down. Your own hand came to grab his shaking one, placing it gently against your cunt. “Now how about you go ahead and give mommy a taste.” You said and he was on you in seconds.
You didn’t want to lose your dominance, but the second Jeff’s lips were basically devouring you, you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan. You’d think the man would be more focused on his own pleasure due to the fact that as his job, but the way he licked and sucked at your cunt told you he might’ve been using that fleshlight for things other than fucking. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair as he pushed a finger into you slowly. “Fuck baby. Just like that hun.” You mumbled and threw your head back as he thrust his finger in and out of you in speed with his tongue against your clit.
After not too long you felt your back arch against the cold table and your thighs squeeze around Jeff’s head as you came against his tongue. The moan you let out, you were sure Venable would hear, but honestly you weren’t too concerned about that now. What you were concerned about was Jeff’s face, patchy red and staring up at you from between your thighs. His hair was tousled and his eyes were glossy as he stared at you. “C-can I please fuck you? Please mommy…” He asked as he moved his finger out of you, but instead of fully removing it he moved it to rub your clit slowly.
You nodded at him and he eagerly stood from his chair. Glancing at him you saw a pretty big stain on his shirt and it became obvious very quickly that you were not the only one who came, but he was already hard as a rock again. Smirking silently to yourself, you pulled your shirt off. He looked over your bra clad chest as he adjusted himself between your legs. As he slowly pushed himself into you, you felt him shake a little bit from excitement and nervousness. Pushing in, he leaned over you a bit, silently staring at your breasts as he leaned above you.
“Go ahead baby.” You whispered and almost immediately your bra padding was pulled down and his lips were connected to your nipple, his other hand finding your other breast. He immediately began some small thrusts into you on instinct as he sucked. The thrusts soon became more forceful and purposeful and your moans became a bit more high pitched. You could tell his stamina wasn’t going to let him last long so you would get the most out of this that you can.
Jeff’s eyes were glued to you, hardly able to pull them away for fear that if he did you’d cease to exist. Your moans of his name felt like small blessings from whatever beings were out there and having you wrapped around him was somehow just a pure god send. As you noted his slow in pace, you looked down back to him, gently wrapping your hand around his throat and catching his attention. “Go faster Jeff.” you strained out and squeezed his neck. He obeyed and you leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss as you felt yourself topple over the edge, his own orgasm following only seconds later.
As he slowed, he didn't pull out immediately, instead you wrapped him up in the kiss. You two made out for a moment as you caught your breath. As you slowed and he pulled out, you excused yourself to the small bathroom the men had attached to their lab. After cleaning yourself quickly, you walked out and saw Jeff sitting at his desk again, Mutt walking into the lab almost the same time you were walking out of the bathroom. You smiled at Mutt as he handed you the soup he had mentioned before on the phone. “Thanks Mutt. By the way, it’s bold of you to assume I wouldn’t know what my own pussy looks like. That’s not it…” you pointed at the fleshlight sat at his desk. “Jeff, how about you show him what needs fixing.” You smiled at the men and walked back to your desk, shutting the door behind you.
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Cedric regrets everything
Summary; a small wicked world and Sofia the first crossover snipplet.
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Cedric groaned and banged his head on his desk as Yen sid chuckled behind him. "It's NOT funny!" He snapped, slamming his fist on the desk as he spun around in his chair. A hard glare etched onto his face. Yen Sid put his hands up in surrender but the mirth in his eyes and the smirk on his face didn't go away. "Oh I agree that the kidnapping isn't funny. But that--"
He gestured to Cedric's computer, where the video of Zevon in Auardon wad paused. He had a familiar sneer on his face and was frozen midwalk on screen-- an air of confidence and bitterness around him. "--is so you that I just can't help but laugh " that only made Cedric's glare worsen. And if one were to ask, he'd deny that he had turned red in that moment. "It is not! I am not like that!" The eldery headmaster just raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm not! At least not anymore" Another brow was raised. "Okay, so maybe I am still a bit like that but regardless, this situation is not funny!"
"Oh I'm sure Mal and her friends will handle it" Yen sid said, brushing off his colleague's concerned panic. The younger sorcerer just groaned, burying his head in his hands "that's what I'm worried about! My son just kidnapped that little dictator's boyfriend-- the Goddamned king-- for God's sake! " he shook his head, not removing it from his hands as he continued "She's gonna kill him!" Yen sighed, as if he was a small child panicking over spilled milk. "No she's not"
Cedric didn't acknowledge his denial. "She's gonna flay him alive and then burn him to ashes that I'm gonna have to sweep up and put an urn! Ashes that I'm gonna have to give to his mother who's gonna turn me into a donkey! And then my daughter will be crying because her brother's died of his own stupidity and because I'll be a donkey!" This earned him another sigh before the room fell silent. After about 5 seconds, Yen sid spoke up once again-- but not to offer comfort as one might expect.
"Actually you'd be a Llama, not a donkey" Cedric briefly considering cursing him but ultimately decided against it. Being on the isle and not in Auardon fighting with the council to let more kids come over would help nobody. Especially not his extremely stupid and stubborn son who would not let go of his disastrous crush on Maleficent's daughter. The same extremely stupid and stubborn son who had kicked the king of ALL PEOPLE with Hook's daughter. Somehow. Even though he wasn't even supposed to be in Auardon. He really needed to have a talk with Yzma about watching their kids and nephews more closely. And about the company their kids were keeping. Maybe he could bribe his nephews into babysitting their cousins... After he had a long talk with his son about this little stunt. Why was this his life?! He already knew why of course. He was a villian and not on the isle because he had been sneaky about it, and this was his punishment. Cedric could just hear karma (and Yen sid) laughing at him.
"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"
"That, and you have a very creative imagination!"
"...."
"..."
"I hate you"
"No you don't "
"Yes I do!"
"Come on now, be sensible "
"Nope. Fuck you"
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