#you both did so fucking good i love how it came out….
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Pressure
Billie eilish x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, strap-on, daddy!billie, tongue sucking, choking, cussing
A/n: @bilswildflower said she wanted someone to write it so I thought I would make a little something hehe
Billie had you against the wall pounding into you with no mercy in her veins. You were in one of the rooms backstage on the Stephen Colbert show and Billie had already went on, but will soon be performing one of her songs called “lunch” live. She would be going on in ten minutes and here she was fucking your brains out.
“F-fuck daddy!” You moaned out as Billie had your legs wrapped around her waist and your hands clawing at her clothed back. Her face was in your neck leaving love bites behind as she used one of her hands that was holding you up and trails it up your body. She lifted her face out of your neck and gripped your throat in her ring covered hand and kissed you deeply.
You both moaned in each others mouths and Billie starting shoving her tongue down your throat. You whimpered as her tongue explored your mouth and removed her hand from your throat to trail down to your stomach and apply pressure to see where the strap is. She smirked against your lips, breaking the kiss “mmm…right there…let’s see if I can go deeper how’s that mamas?” Billie whispered against your ear and you felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at her tone.
You whimpered out a yes and Billie gave you a smile and leaned down to kiss you again. She used her strength to put one of your legs over her shoulder and started pounding into you more at this new found angle and you moaned loudly. Hearing the moans and noises you make because of her makes Billie go absolutely feral. You kept moaning against her mouth and Billie takes that at another invitation to push her tongue in.
She swirls all in your mouth and finds your tongue and starts sucking on it, leaving trails of spit coming down the side of y’all’s mouths. You felt the strap on go deeper and deeper and Billie put her hands on your stomach against and pressed down back on it and smirked. “That’s more like it. Are you gonna come for daddy sweet girl?” She asked and you nodded, pressing your sweaty forehead against hers. Her thrusts started to become faster and harder making your legs shake, as you let out one final guttural moan before you came all over her.
She smiled and slowly pulled out of you, your cum leaking out of your pussy. Billie licks her plump lips at the state you are in and picks you up in her arms and sits you on the couch. She goes into the bathroom and gets a warm rag and starts cleaning you up as you sat on the couch, panting. “You did so good for me babygirl. So good.” She praised you and you gave her a tired smile as she leans down to kiss you softly. Someone knocks on the door telling Billie she’s about to go on and she looks at you “stay here and get some rest baby because im no where near done with you.” She rasped out and gave you a wink before helping you put your underwear and pants back on.
She then gives you her blazer to cover up with while you take your little nap. Billie walks to the door before spinning around and looking at you with a loving expression “I love you mamas.” She said sweetly and you felt your heart burst at the sincerity in her voice. “I love you more bils.” You say and she gives you a wink before she walks out the door. You smiled to yourself before covering up with her blazer. You nuzzle it up to your nose since it’s smells like her and fall into a deep sleep.
A/n: hehe I hope y’all enjoy and I hope @bilswildflower this is what you wanted! Remember my requests are still open for Melanie Martinez, billie eilish, and my other characters I write for. Remember to stay hydrated and that I love you! And this fic is also for @billiesbabygirl
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VIV Lando’s first win I’m so happy for him 🤭🤪😚 Anyways 🤭🤭 here’s what I gathered Lando definitely has a praise kink. I know this because of the Hilton yoga video and other moments but that’s not important.
The request
Poly!Norstappen or Carlando (what ever mood your in I trust you) celebrating Lando’s first win and baby boy is a giggling blushing mess because of all the praise he’s getting.
Faith my love i'm so sorry this took so long. I hit a wall and I had to start over with it
Warnings: smut! dom!carlos, sub!lando and reader, praise kink
The club floor was vibrating with the thumbing bass and moving bodies. Lights were flashing and music was so loud that nothing could be heard over it.
You were pressed between them, arms around Lando's neck and pulling him close as Carlos stood behind you, holding your hips. The three of you moved together, wrapped in your own little bubble in the packed club. Even when bodies brushed against their own, they didn't much care.
Even in the taxi home from the club, there was no pulling them away from each other. Carlos had Lando in his lap, kissing his neck as you lean forward too kiss his lips. "You did so good, Lan," said Carlos as he reached forward to squeeze his thigh.
The moan that Lando released from his throat was undeniable.
It honestly wasn't easy to get the three of you into the hotel room. Trying to pull away long enough to press the buttons in the elevator or to get the keys from your pockets and try to open the hotel room door.
Eventually, you fell into the room. Quite literally, Carlos was on the floor with Lando on top of him. But neither of them cared as they continued snogging, Carlos gripping him so damn tight.
Eventually, the three of you made it to the bed. Carlos sat Lando on the end of the bed. He grabbed you and sat you on Lando's lap, wrapping you arm around him. "Wanna show him how good you've been?" Carlos asked as he pissed his lips to your own.
You nodded, but Carlos grabbed your chin, stopping you. "Words," he said, and you whimpered out confirmation.
Carlos was in charge of the situation, but what's new? He was the one pulling your shirt over your head, he was the one giving Lando permission to lean forward and wrap his lip around your nipple.
He pulled the two of you away from each other to free Lando's cock and pulled down your skirt, leaving you bare between them. Carlos sat you back down. He said nothing, gave no indication of displeasure as you reach forward for Lando's cock.
Carlos held you hips, moving your forward, helping you to sink onto Lando's dick. A cry stuttered from Lando's hips as you sank down.
Even with the two of you locked together, Carlos had all of the power still. He was the one that grabbed your hips and moved you against Lando, praises tumbling from his lips. Praises for the both of you, but most of them were directed at Lando.
The praises mixed with just how hot it was that Carlos gave you no control (and the actual fucking) had Lando's eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold himself back. But it was far too much. All of it was far too much and, with a whimper, he came.
Carlos held you still. His fingers travelled down, toying with your clit as you pulsed around Lando. The whines and whimpers that left his lips were pathetic, but he sat still, fists wrapped around the sheets.
And, when Carlos at last sent you over the edge, a cry left your lips. He pulled you off of Lando and sat you beside him, kissing the both of you affectionately.
As you and Lando curled around each other, Carlos disappeared, heading to the bathroom to clean you both up. He returned with a wet flannel, his touches gentle against the two of you.
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so wrong but so good - psh
summary: sunghoon and you are step-siblings but you can't help the undeniable tension between you two. || warnings: stepcest, sunghoon is possessive, sunghoon is toxic, degradation, slight praise kink, protected sex || genre: smut, angst, stepcest || word count: approximately 1485 || a/n: ty to my bestie @kjdhdjkfyk for giving me this idea!
Sunghoon never wanted me to come to this party with him. In fact, he didn't like the thought of me going to parties at all. His dad, my stepdad, had forced him to bring me along if he wanted to even go to the party in the first place. Sunghoon never wanted this.
When I happily got in Sunghoon's car, excited to go to a party for the first time, he was mumbling and grumbling, completely annoyed. Talking about how he was a grown man and shouldn't have to listen to his dad anymore. He openly voiced his discontent with me coming to the party with him. I ignored him though, not wanting him to sour my good night.
When we got to the party itself, we both parted ways, though little did I know, that Sunghoon was keeping an eye on me the whole time. He watched as guys approached me, attempting to flirt with me. I just brushed them off, not interested in them. Truth be told, I already liked someone. That someone was my stepbrother.
I didn't like Sunghoon right away. There was really nothing for me to like with how rude he was in our first introduction. Over time though, tension between us rose, sexual tension. Touches that weren't so accidental, words that seemed to have a deeper meaning, protectiveness that was more than just brotherly love. All of those things combined, how could I not have some sort of feelings for him?
It was so wrong though. I knew that. I wasn't that stupid. My parents would probably kill us if they noticed the way we acted with one another when they weren't around. So, at this party, I decided it was time for me to get over him.
When one particularly cute guy came over to me, attempting to swoon me and get me to go to bed with him, I didn't immediately push him away. In fact, I tried my best to flirt back, though my flirting skills weren't exactly the best due to my lack of experience. He eventually asked me to take this somewhere private and I agreed, although in the back of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about Sunghoon.
As if Sunghoon could read my mind, just as the guy had taken my hand to lead me away from the party, Sunghoon stepped in and pulled me away from the guy. I looked up at him, completely shocked.
"What the fuck?" The guy said, obviously annoyed that we were being interrupted.
"Get the fuck out of here." Sunghoon sternly said in a threatening tone.
"Hey! We were-" I start to talk but I'm cut off by Sunghoon.
"Shut up. We're going home." Sunghoon harshly told me, his grip on me remaining as he took my arm and pulled me along with him, the people around us giving us looks after witnessing what'd happened.
The car ride home was beyond awkward for me although, at the same time, I felt almost excited as we got closer to home. I wondered what he'd do. It was wrong. I shouldn't be thinking these things about my stepbrother. In fact, how did I know he wasn't just doing this out of sibling protectiveness? Never mind, he definitely wasn't after everything else between us.
Sunghoon pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. "Get out of the car." He firmly said, looking over at me. I didn't say anything as I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, doing as he said. Sunghoon followed me as I walked inside.
Once the front door had shut behind us and we had taken our shoes off, I was pinned to the wall unexpectedly. Sunghoon stood in front of me as he looked down at me.
"You really know how to drive me crazy." Sunghoon said in a low voice.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, almost playing dumb.
Sunghoon took my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks together not too gently, not too rough. "You know what the fuck I'm talking about. I mean, seriously? A guy like that? Do you have no self-respect?" Sunghoon questioned degradingly.
I stayed silent, what could I really say to that? It was mean, really mean. Despite the tinge of hurt that was caused in me, I could feel my underwear becoming stickier and wetter from my arousal.
"Get your ass in my bedroom." Sunghoon then told me and I knew exactly what was coming.
As soon as I entered his room, Sunghoon walked inside behind me and shut the door, locking it just in case our parents were to come home unexpectedly, though that was unlikely.
I sat down on the end of the bed, watching as he walked over to me. He leaned down and without warning harshly pressed his lips against mine, hungrily. His tongue immediately shoved through my lips, parting them so that he could deepen the kiss. I held onto his firm muscular arms as he leaned down. He slowly pushed me down so that I was lying down, his lips remaining intact with mine as he did so, his arms caging me, his legs spreading my own.
I could feel his crotch press against mine as we continued to kiss, and I couldn't help but rock my hips forward in desperation, moaning out in pleasure at the friction it caused. I'd wanted this for so long, and so had he.
A few moments later, we pulled away from the kiss, the both of us catching our breaths, mostly me. "Get up there." Sunghoon instructed me breathily, motioning towards the head of the bed, near the pillows.
I did as he said, crawling up the bed. Sunghoon walked over and stood at the edge of the bed. I reached for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up a little, letting him know what I wanted without words.
Sunghoon grabbed my hand and pulled it away from him, "Uh-uh, use your words." He said, looking down at me with pure lust and desire.
“Please, Sunghoon.” I whined, needy for him.
“Please what?” Sunghoon asked, wanting to hear me say it.
“Please fuck me.” I quietly said and I could see a small smirk form on his lips.
“Good girl.” Sunghoon said. I then watched as he pulled his shirt off, followed by his pants and boxers. As he got undressed, I took it upon myself to take clothes off as well, leaving myself in just my bra and underwear.
Sunghoon got on the bed, kneeling on the bed in between my spread legs. He then shoved his hands under my back, unclamping my bra and pulling it off, throwing it on the floor. He eyed my boobs as he pulled my underwear off as well, his eyes going straight to my soaked core as soon as he threw my underwear to the side as well.
I watched as he leaned over, opening his nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom, opening the package and sliding the rubber over his shaft, throwing the package on the floor as well.
“Already so wet. Don’t even have to prep you or nothing, huh?” Sunghoon asked and I shook my head, just wanting him in me right now.
Sunghoon just worked, the desperation on my face clear as day. He then took his shaft in his hand and slowly positioned it in front of my core. He then pushed inside of me without warning, causing me to let out a whine of discomfort as he bottomed out.
“Sunghoon..” I whined.
“Shh, you wanted this.” Sunghoon said as he started moving his hips against me, starting with somewhat slow thrusts before speeding up. I could hear the sounds of his grunts and groans by my ear as I let out pathetic sounding moans, though it sounded like music to his ears.
After some time, I could feel myself growing closer to my release and Sunghoon could tell, just by the way my grip on his shoulders tightened and my moans became louder. His hand made its way down to my clit, slowly rubbing it, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Cum, baby. Cum.” Sunghoon egged me on and after hearing his words and feeling the continuous thrusts in me and rubs at my clit, I finally let go. Sunghoon continued what he was doing throughout my orgasm, reaching his high as well shortly after.
Once we both calmed down, he pulled out and got off of me, taking his condom off and throwing it in the trash basket in his room.
“You better not tell anyone about this.” Sunghoon said, looking over at me.
I looked over at him, “I won’t. I promise.” I said.
Sunghoon looked into my eyes for a few moments, “And you better not pull that shit you pulled tonight again. You’re mine.”
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rhea smut where rhea and reader get into a petty argument (that's not even serious they're both just stubborn) and they decide instead of arguing they take their anger/tension out on eachother by fucking? (this is really just an excuse for bottom rhea again...)
omg yes i can bc im a stubborn ass bitch too hahahaha
(((also sorry this has taken me so long to do but thank you for the request <3)))
Bath Time
rhea x fem!reader
content: rhea flashes her big blue eyes… oh SHES GETTING IT and by getting it i mean fingering, oral, slight edging, hot sexy times
You hear the front door open, footsteps and two sets paws clacking on the hard wood floor, door closing and locking back. Sitting on the kitchen counter eating some cereal, Rhea finally comes into view, unhooking Barry and Luna from their leashes.
“Oh,” she said a little shocked, “good morning!”
“Morning, love,” you kicked your feet slightly. “How was the walk?”
“The weather was so nice, but because of the rain last night there were…some puddles,” she pointed at Barry.
You look to the terrier and see that his paws and legs were covered with dirt. Your mouth dropped but quickly closed once you looked at Luna, she was completely dry, typical.
“I tried to wipe him off as best I could before we came in but he just thought I was playing with him,” her big shoulders shrugged.
“Of course,” you giggled, “well it is your turn to give him a bath.”
It took her a second to process what you said as she was putting the leashes on the hooks by the garage door, “w-what?”
“I did it last time he got all gross, so it’s your turn,” you repeated.
“No no no no, I specifically remember him splashing the hell outta me because I had to take an extra long time getting the mud off of him from the last time it poured down and we let him out the back,” she walked towards you with her hands on her hips. Her booty shorts, big tshirt and little messy bun weren’t helping her look scary.
You took your last bite and put the bowl in the sink, “no that was the time before mine because I have snapchat memory proof of the last time he took a bath because I did it. He was doing surprisingly well so I decided to take a bubble picture, remember?”
She thought for a split second, “no, that was before the fiasco happened when I was doing it. I had to pee so bad that I asked you to watch him and then he got too excited to see me again that he jumped in the water!”
You could tell she was getting a little frustrated but you knew you were right. “Yes, I remember that, but I gave him a bath when you were at a show. I posted it on my instagram stories too, Dom even said ‘wow he’s acting right for once!’ So I for sure did it last time, so it’s definitely your turn,” you crossed your arms in satisfaction, thinking you finally won.
She bowed her head and squeezed the bridge of her nose, “I don’t remember that.”
“Well, it’s true,” you leaned your hands on the counter, kicking your feet again as you leaned into her gaze, hoping that she would give in anyway, even though you were definitely correct.
She finally looked at you, “don’t look at me like that,” she huffed.
You bit your lip ever so slightly, “like what? I’m not doing anything!” You knew exactly what you were doing.
She sighed as she looked at the ceiling. You knew it was hard for her to get mad at you because you never did anything wrong in her eyes. She looked back down at you and finally pushed her way between your legs, “baby,” she said in her gravelly voice.
“Noooo, don’t do that,” you stopped her almost immediately.
“Baby,” her hands grazed along your outer thighs as she looked up at you, “please, I’ll do… the dishes for the week or take out the trash or-”
“Stop it,” it was hard to tell her no because of the overwhelming power she had over you but you couldn’t let her win this time, “you know I’m right or you wouldn’t be doing this,” you avoided eye contact because if you did look at her eyes, it would be over.
“Oh c’mon,” her tattooed hands slowly moved up your torso under your shirt, “we can take a shower after.”
Still refusing to look at her, “I can take a shower by myself, thank you.”
“But it would be so much better if I was with you,” her nails were gently scratching at your back sending chills down your spine, “c’mon,” she whispered, “look at me.”
You crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling dramatically with a big sigh, “no, because this happens every time, but I’m winning this one,” you huffed.
She left soft kisses on your arms, but you pulled away, only after letting her get a few in.
“You know it’s your turn or you wouldn’t be acting this way and you know it!”
Her soft growl came through, “why won’t you look at me?” completely ignoring what you have been saying.
“I can’t, Rhea,” you said annoyed, “and you know that.”
She let that sit in the air for a minute thinking of what to say next. Though you weren’t looking at her directly you could tell that she was seething and it made you feel satisfied. Even though it was a little toxic, you loved when she got upset because that either meant that she put you in your place or you got your way. You didn’t let this happen often though because then you knew that would be too much, but when it did, it was so fun.
Tricking you, one of her hands gently slid out from under your shirt and glided up your chest, to your shoulder, to the back of your neck, but then the mood quickly changed when she flung her hand around grabbed your face forcefully, pulling your head down to finally look at her.
“Let’s make a deal,” her eyes flashed dark, staring into yours.
Your heart pounded as she pulled you closer, unfolding your arms to brace yourself on the counter. You were about to speak but she started again.
“Whoever…finishes first, has to give him a bath,” an evil grin grew on her face.
“And what does that mean?” you asked knowing exactly what that meant.
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” her grip tightened slightly.
You pulled your head out of her grip by grabbing her wrist and squeezing it, causing her to loosen her fingers. You yanked her closer to you looking down at her, which you never got to do because she was a bit taller than you, and gave her an evil grin back, “You can’t even last a second under me.”
Her facial expression changed immediately when you pulled her closer to you, scared but intrigued. Her eyes widened at your dig, but quickly changed back to sinful, “I could say the same about you, princess,” she gave you a wicked grin as she yanked back her arm.
“I’d like to see you try,” you growled.
She took a deep breath, glaring back at you. In what seemed like half of a second, she pulled your hips towards her and picked you up off the counter. She flung you over her shoulder, fireman style, and carried you to the bedroom. You gently writhed and kicked as she walked through the house but she smacked your ass to calm you down…it didn’t help.
Once inside the room she closed the door to keep the dogs out, then turned around and slammed you on the bed. It literally took your breath away but you didn’t care. She ripped her shirt off and threw into oblivion as she crawled on top of you, immediately starting to kiss over your body. You loved when she touched you no matter what kind, but you knew you couldn’t let this go on for long.
So you let her go for a minute longer, letting her think that the small moans and sighs were a sign of you losing the bet. Taking a deep breath and gathering all your strength, you pushed her to the side of you and climbed on top of her. Blue eyes widened at the sudden change. “Don’t think you’re winning this one, Ripley,” you knew she could never back down from a challenge.
“Wanna bet?” she said right before flipping you back over to the first position.
You grunted in disappointment because obviously she was stronger than you. She went back to leaving a trail of gentle kisses on your exposed skin as her hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly, teasing you.
It was working, and you hated it. You were going to win. But…you also loved it so you reveled in it for a little while, letting her cherish you before you ultimately took over. She carefully pulled your arms causing you to sit up, then quickly took your shirt off throwing it into the same oblivion. Landing one of her hands on your now bare shoulder as the other gripped your hair, pulling your head to one side exposing your neck. You swore you saw her eyes turn red as she dove into you, nipping and sucking at your skin.
Gentle moans and whimpers asking for more fell out of you with ease. The hand on your shoulder moved down to your breast, tightly squeezing it before moving to your chest to push you back down with a little force. You huffed as you landed, looking up at her. Her strong tattooed legs straddling your hips, her chest heaving quickly as she looked over you as if she was going to eat you alive. She raked a hand through her hair, licking her teeth. An evil smile grew on her face, you could’ve folded right then but you didn’t, you can’t let her win.
“You look so…helpless,” she whispered almost laughing.
Your brow furrowed at her as your eyes squinted in fake anger, knowing she didn’t actually mean it, she just wanted to get a rise out of you. She did this often when she wanted you to fight back. And you loved it.
“Aw, did that hit a nerve?”
“Never,” you said but caught her by surprise as you hooked a leg around the front of her torso and pushed her back as you sat up copying her pose above her. She looked genuinely shocked that you could do that.
“Where the fuck did you learn that?” her voice was shaky. You got her.
“Watching you,” you said nonchalantly. Finally you were in charge, but surprisingly, she didn’t stop you.
You genuinely didn’t think you would get this far though you had all that confidence, so you hesitated for a second before you decided on what to do next. You cupped her face, gently caressing it with your thumb which led to you gliding it over her lips. She voluntarily opened her mouth, giving you the idea to put it in, “close,” was all you needed to say and she followed orders. Her tongue swirled over your finger with her piercing clinking on your nail, followed by her giving it a good suck. Finally letting her go, she opened her mouth letting it fall out gently sliding off of her tongue.
Wiping your thumb in the process, you traced your hand down the center of her chest. Once it reached her tight sports bra, you caressed one of her breasts, toying with her piercing underneath. Now both hands were tugging at the elastic trying to get it off.
“Oh please,” she huffed as she sat up and took it off for you throwing it to the other clothing, “better?” as she laid back down.
“Someone’s eager to lose,” you cooed.
“Watch your mouth, princess. I’m just letting you get some licks in before I take over,” she rolled her eyes.
“As if you don’t like when I’m on top,” you squinted.
“Shut up,” was all she could say. You knew you were right, as much as she liked being the dominant one, she loved being taken care of once in a while.
You rolled your eyes in response as you dive down to her chest. You began leaving sloppy kisses all over her now bare skin. You traced your tongue up her chest to her neck, ending at her ear. You gave it a small bite, “now look who’s helpless,” you whispered. You gave a good bite on her neck causing her to whine loudly, grabbing at your hips for support.
You chuckled at her response. Going down once more, leaving a trail of kisses, nips and bites, you shimmied your hips further down her legs as you went. Listening to her small but deep moans could send you over the edge easily but you didn’t dare to venture that far.
As you snuck your way down her toned torso, you grabbed the waistband of her black booty shorts and dragged them down with you. She voluntarily lifted her hips letting you pull them off of her. You struggled a bit because of how tight they were but she didn’t seem to mind too much.
You hummed at the sight of her, “you’re so pretty.” The pace so far was intense and fast but as soon as those shorts hit the floor and you saw her sprawled in front of you, a switch went off in your hand to slow things down.
“You’d look prettier with your face between my legs,” she blurted out above you. Shocked at what she said but also a little pleased.
“Oh so eager,” you caressed your hands up her tattooed thighs slowly. Taking your sweet time, sometimes dragging your nails on her skin just to watch the goosebumps form. You got very close to her center more than a few times but didn’t want to give her that satisfaction just yet. You took one last trip around the skin of her legs before forcing them open. You situated yourself on your knees between her strong legs that could choke you out at any second, but that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, you thought.
“Please do something before I take over. You’re not gonna win at this pace,” she scoffed out of fake boredom.
“So you know I’m right!”
“N-no, that’s not what I said, I sai-”
“No I heard you, don’t worry though, I’m still gonna win no matter what,” you giggled as you finally dove down to pick up the pace again. Without any warm up or the chance for her to give you a snarky comment in response you swiped your tongue up her center.
“Fuck!” her back arched for a split second.
You let out a soft chuckle. Repositioning yourself on your stomach and slinking your arms under her beefy thighs for leverage, you continued to lap at her core. Her hands for their way to your head gripping at your hair. “You should really let me do this more often,” you kissed her thigh looking up at her writhing. The sight of her was so pleasing.
“Shut up!” she snarled but you loved it. She pushed you further into her, wanting more.
You were surprised that she was helping you win because you both knew this was a game but deep down, you knew how to play it better than her. You’ve studied for this, worked your way around her likes and dislikes. You wanted- no, needed to win just to prove that you were right.
As you were lapping her up and thinking of all the ways to get her to finish quicker, she suddenly yanked your hair up forcing you to crawl on top of her, “Ooww! What’re you doing?” you winced.
“Not letting you win,” she breathed before slamming her lips against yours to prevent you from talking back. Of course you easily fell into it. Unfortunately, she took the opportunity and whipped you back around onto the bed as she hopped on top of you. She pinned your arms above your head with one hand as she grazed the other hand up your stomach, between your breasts, finally locking it in place on your neck. “You know I’m going to win, so why don’t you just give up now, princess? Make it easier for both of us,” her eyes twinkled.
You huffed at her knowing that the pet name always got to you, “bite me.”
She was mad for a split second before her expression turned wicked, “whatever you say,” as she dove down to your neck and began to sink her teeth into you.
“Shit,” you whined as you tried to release yourself from her godly grip. You loved it too much, you needed her to stop but also… you didn’t.
She continued to nip and bite where she pleased until she was satisfied, “oops,” she said slyly looking at the marks she left.
She finally let go of your hands but didn’t let go of your throat. One of your hands found her wrist while the other landed on her thigh that was keeping you down. You tried to wriggle your way out from under her but she refused. Her free hand snuck its way under your waist band, teasing as if she would go farther as if she forgot about the game.
“You’re not gonna win at this rate,” you copied her from earlier.
“Don’t,” she tightened her grip on your neck, “mock me, babygirl. I’m just getting started,” she chuckled as she finally released your throat. She gave you an evil grin before she shuffled off of you and almost actually ripped your booty shorts and underwear off of you.
You bounced on the bed from the force, “damn!”
“Chill,” she huffed jokingly. Without hesitation she immediately shoved her hand between your thighs and began to circle your clit and hard.
You arched your back in response slamming your fists on the bed, “damn!” You said in a more needy tone than before. Whimpers fell out of you with ease, it was so hard for you to hold them back.
She continued her motion while diving onto your nipple with her skilled mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue just right. Your hands tangled themselves in her hair. Unfortunately, with this fast pace and extra stimulation, you’ve never been closer to finishing this fast before. As much as it pained you, you pushed her head away and sat up to face her. Her hand below stopped its motion.
“What? What’s wrong?!” she looked genuinely concerned.
“I can’t let you win,” as you pushed her down onto her back so that now your heads were at the foot of the bed.
“So I was close to winning,” she exclaimed
“Barely,” you lied. You crawled back down her tan body hoping to continue what you started before, and surprisingly she let you.
But this time you amped it up. As your tongue flicked about her center, with her writhing above you, you easily slipped your middle finger inside of her. A loud moan filled the room, satisfying you. You smiled into her core as you gently began to pump your finger in and out of her. Slowly increasing your pace as time went on, your tongue working its magic and her moans filling the room louder and louder, you knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Surprisingly, she didn’t stop you this time. You finalized your pace and kept it steady, swirling your tongue on her clit, you couldn’t wait to win.
“GOD… FUCK!” She screamed as she arched her back so hard she almost levitated off the bed. Her muscles were clenching around your finger, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head…you won.
You continued your motions until she finally came down from her high. You slowly removed your hand from her as you took one last long lick to clean her up. She shivered pulling your head up from below. You made eye contact with her as you sucked your finger clean, crawling back on top of her. You sat your happy self down on her hips watching her chest rise and fall, letting her catch her breath.
“I win,” you snarled with a wicked grin.
“Best two out of three,” she breathed.
You thought for a minute, “Bring it.”
#rhea ripley#wwe#rhea ripley x reader#i’m so sorry this took so fucking long please don’t hate me please#i thought this was a fun idea so i had to do it
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Million Dollar Baby
Chapter 3-Off My Game
CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (p in v sex, oral fem receiving, kissing, etc.)
July 29, 2019-New Rochelle, New York
"Fix your face." You told your fiancé. "You did good today."
"I almost lost."
"But you didn't. That's all that matters." You kissed his cheek and finished your drink. "You need a shower."
"Wanna join me?"
"You have fun. I'm gonna stay down here and answer some emails."
"Okay. Don't work too hard."
He walked to the elevator and gave you a smirk as the doors closed in front of him. You opened your laptop and scrolled through the countless emails you had gotten in the past few hours.
"A cosmopolitan for you, ma'am." The waiter placed the drink down on the table next to you.
"I'm sorry, I didn't order this."
"It was a gift from that woman over there."
You looked over at her as she smirked and raised her glass. You shook your head and scoffed. You raised your glass back and took a sip. She got up and walked across the empty lobby until she got to you.
"Hi."
"Hi, Tashi."
"Patrick was good today."
"I know he was."
"He buy you that ring?"
"My mom's."
"I'm happy for you."
"No you're not."
"Wow." She chuckled and threw back the rest of her drink.
You followed suit and finished yours. You grabbed your stuff and stood up.
"Thanks for the drink."
"Hey."
"What?"
"Make sure Patrick stays away from Art. I don't need him getting distracted."
"I agree." You sternly said as you pressed the elevator button.
"Good." She stood next to you as the elevator opened. You both stepped in and looked straight ahead. "You look good."
"I know." You smirked slightly. "So do you."
"I know."
You both turned your heads to each other at the same time. She looked at you with a longing that you hadn't seen from her in years.
"Tashi..."
"Don't." She shook her head and looked at the floor.
You placed your hand under her chin and lifted her head up. Her caramel eyes flickered between yours and your lips. You began to pull away but she leaned forward and kissed you. Her soft lips felt like home against yours. But that comfort only lasted for a moment. The doors opened on her floor and you pulled back and caught your breath. She quickly walked out, leaving you alone with an empty feeling in your heart.
🎾SIX DAYS LATER🎾
The first game was almost over and Patrick was leading. You saw Tashi's hand ball up into a tight fist. It took everything you had not to reach over and hold it.
Art missed another hit and shook his head as it passed him.
"Game and first set, Zweig. Zweig leads. One set to love." The umpire announced.
Tashi got up and walked out of the stands. You looked at Patrick who was smirking. Then to Art who looked like a kicked puppy. You wanted to hug him and tell him it would be okay. But you knew it didn't work like that. Not anymore. Just when the set break was over, Tashi came back and sat next to you again. You slipped your shades on so that she wouldn't notice you glancing over at her.
"Time. Second set. Donaldson to serve."
🎾TWELVE YEARS EARLIER🎾
"I wish you were here." You said to Art over the phone as you walked to the plane. "I miss you guys."
"We miss you too."
"I'm gonna come out there as soon as I can."
"Hurry. I need a distraction from my math exam."
"I saw Patrick."
"How is he?"
"Living his dream."
"Yeah, I bet."
"I'm about to get on the plane, but I'll call you when I land."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
You hung up and slipped the phone into your pocket. You handed your luggage to one of the attendants and went up the steps.
"When are you gonna stop messing with that white boy?" Your mother asked as she sat next to you.
"I'm not messing with him. He's my boyfriend and I love him."
"He's a distraction, Ayesha. You've been a little off your game lately."
"I won the fucking open, didn't I? I won the Australian open."
"Yes, you did."
"I'm doing exactly what you wanted from me. I'm carrying on your legacy. So don't tell me I'm off my damn game. I'm on top of the fucking world."
Normally she would've snapped at you for talking to her like that. But right now, she couldn't have been more proud.
🎾
The California sun hit you as soon as you stepped out of the car. You slipped your sunglasses on and grabbed your bag out of the trunk. As you walked through the campus, heads turned in your direction. Even after all these year of people watching you, it was never something you fully got used to.
"Who is it?" Art asked from the other side of the door after you knocked.
"Come find out."
You could hear him jump up out of his bed and rush to open the door. He had on a red t-shirt and some jeans. His curls were loose and messy, just how you liked them.
"You're here."
"I'm here."
He wrapped his arms around you and dragged you into his dorm. It wasn't messy by any means, but it wasn't as neat as you would've liked it to be. His red Stanford cap was sitting on the desk next to an open text book. His racket and tennis shoes were next to the door right by your feet. He had really made it his home.
"I missed you so much." He smiled as he set your bags down on the floor.
"I missed you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I thought about you everyday."
"You did?"
"Mhm." You kissed him softly as his hands traveled to your hips.
He led you to his bed and laid you down while he hovered over you.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered into your neck before he kissed it.
You whimpered as he softly sucked on your neck. His fingers trailed down your body and under your skirt. He softly rubbed your clit over your panties as he continued to mark your neck.
"I need you." You whispered.
"I know, baby. Can I taste you first?"
"Yeah."
You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up. He tossed it onto the floor as you followed suit with your top.
"So fucking gorgeous."
You unclipped your bra and threw it down with the other clothes. His hands immediately went to your breasts. He leaned down to kiss them and he began to lightly suck on your nipple.
"Fuck." You sighed as you raked your fingers through his curls.
You lifted your hips up when he went to pull down your skirt and panties. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and kissed the inside of your thighs. He pulled you closer and slowly licked your clit.
"Oh my god." You sighed and grabbed the bedsheets.
He switched between licking and sucking for a few minutes until you pulled him up.
"I need you inside me."
He smiled and pulled his jeans off. He tugged at the waistband of his boxers and threw them on the ground. His smile faltered and he cursed to himself.
"What?"
"I don't have any condoms."
You leaned over the edge of the bed and reached into your bag before pulling out a golden square.
"I picked some up on my way here."
"You're amazing."
He opened it and slowly slid it down his hardened shaft. He leaned down and kissed you lovingly as his hips found yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly slid himself inside you.
"Fuck." He groaned into your neck. He began to move in and out of you at a slow pace.
"Art." You moaned while gripping his shoulders.
"You feel so good, baby."
"Don't stop."
He began to pant as he picked up his pace. One of his hands slid down your body and found your clit. He began to circle it at the same pace of his thrusts.
"You're gonna make me cum, baby." You whispered in his ear.
"Me too." He grunted. "You're so fucking good."
His fingers sped up, causing you to hold his shoulders tighter as you got closer to your orgasm. You could feel him twitching inside you, about to let go.
"Cum with me." You pleaded.
He thrusted into you a few more times before he was releasing into the condom. You joined him soon after, throwing your head back against the pillow and moaning his name.
"Holy shit." He gasped as he pulled out of you and lied down next to you.
You laid on his chest as you both caught your breaths, a light layer of sweat now covering you both.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
🎾
Later that day, you and Art had headed to the court to watch Tashi's match. You wanted to surprise her before the game started, so you snuck into the locker room and hid behind the open locker door. She closed it and jumped when she saw you.
"Hey, stranger."
"Ayesha!" She lunged forward and embraced you. "I can't believe you're here!"
"Believe it!"
"I missed you so much." She held your face in her hands and rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs.
"I missed you too." You placed your hands over hers. "So fucking much. We should do something after the match. Get dinner."
"Yeah, of course."
"Art and Patrick too. I heard he's in town."
"I don't know."
"What happened."
"I'll tell you later. I don't wanna think about him right now."
"Okay. I'll let you go. Good luck out there. Not that you need it."
You gave her a wave before heading back to your seat. Art was texting Patrick when both teams made their way onto the court.
"Is he not coming?" You asked.
"They had a bad fight or something. He seems pissed."
You tried not to worry about it as the match started.
"On court one, Maria Foster from Pepperdine, and from Stanford, Tashi Duncan."
You two clapped with the rest of the crowd as Tashi served. She had always been a ruthless player. But now, it seemed like there was something more fueling her. This anger that drove her to play harder. You were on the edge of your seat when she lunged forward to hit the ball. It seemed like everyone in the audience had the same reaction when it happened. Hundreds of gasps were followed by her painful cry as she fell to the ground.
"Tashi!" You and Art yelled as you ran down the stairs and down onto the court. You kneeled on the ground and lifted her head up to rest it on your knees.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"I know, I know." You whispered as you wiped her tears. "Just breathe. It's gonna be okay."
You had taken her to the infirmary where they wrapped her knee until they could figure out another form of treatment. You and Art sat on each side of her, holding her hands. Footsteps approached the room and Patrick rushed in.
"Oh my god, Tashi."
"Out!" She yelled at him.
"I'm sorry, Tashi! Listen!"
"Out, Patrick!"
"Listen to me!"
"Patrick, get the fuck out!"
He gave up on trying to defend himself and walked out of the room.
"Let me talk to him." You said as you walked out after him. "Patrick."
"What?"
"What happened with you two?"
"What, she didn't tell you?"
"No."
"I come back after months of not seeing her, all she wants to do is talk about fucking tennis and how I suck at it."
"She's probably just tryna motivate you."
"No, she was being a narcissistic, judgmental, bitch."
"Don't talk about her like that."
"It's true. That's what she is. You're just too busy on her dick to notice." He walked down the hall and out the door.
#million dollar baby#ayesha brown#challengers#fanfic#art donaldson x reader#tashi duncan x reader#patrick zweig x reader
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Homelander and Billy being obsessed with Y/N
Author’s note: I’m taking request for the boys!
Y/N is a member of The Boys and has been for awhile.
She joined because A Train killed her best friend and she wanted revenge and Billy promised it to her.
At first Billy didn’t think much of that girl. Sure she was nice but he wasn’t over Becca in the slightest. But when they had a huge mission and she got all dolled up for it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Homie became obsessed when she went to one of Vought’s christmas parties (undercover) and he saw her. She was beautiful and used that to her advantage.
Homelander talked her up and she put on the best act she could and even slept with him.
It was worse when she realized how attractive he was and how good he was in bed. Billy was going to kill her.
She came home the next morning and Billy was already mad, “Where the fuck ‘ave ya been luv? ‘Ve been worried sick bout ya.” He said as the other members of the boys agreed.
She lied and said that she got caught up at the party but nothing happened.
It was after that Billy knew he had to look after her more than he already was.
Homelander couldn’t erase the girl from his mind and he had to have her.
It broke his heart when he found out that she worked with The Boys.
Y/N didn’t know that either of them were obsessed with her.
Billy began stalking her and wanted to know where she went at all times.
Homelander “accidentally” ran into her at her favorite coffee shop.
Billy watched as she talked to the evil “Hero” as if they weren’t trying to kill him.
He got up from the table when he saw that Y/N gave Homie her number.
He couldn’t blow his cover but he was so mad.
Y/N made it back home before Billy thankfully and she went to her room. She was very conflicted because on one hand she loved Billy and loved working with The boys but on the other hand she couldn’t stop thinking about Homelander.
Billy was fuming as he walked into the door. He didn’t greet any of the members, he just went straight to Y/N’s door.
He knocked and a few seconds later she opened. Without a word he kissed her hard, knocking the breath out of her.
She kissed back and he pushed her into her room.
They had sex and she was in a bigger dilemma now.
Both Billy and Homelander were great in bed and hot. She didn’t know what she was going to do.
Homelander texted her the morning after and asked if she was free.
She looked over at a sleeping Billy and texted back that she was.
For the next few weeks she was fucking both of them without the others knowledge or at least she thought.
Billy knew that after they exchanged numbers at the coffee shop that they had been meeting up.
He wasn’t mad at her betrayal but he was jealous that Homelander was also fucking her.
Homelander stalked her as well as knew that Billy was fucking her as well.
He was mad about that more than he was at the fact that she was part of The Boys.
When the time came where all 3 of them were face to face Y/N acted like she hadn’t been fucking them both and that she was on Billy’s side.
“Ya see mate, ya may be fuckin’ ‘er but she’s on my side at the end of the day.” Billy told the supe.
Y/N’s face went red as she realized that Billy knew.
Homelander laughed at him and sighed, “Billy I know she’s fucking you too. She’s fucking us both Billy. She’s not on a side.”
Y/N watched as the two men bickered back and forth. “Can I say something about this?” She asked.
The two men turned towards her and her face went pale.
“How did you know that I was fucking you both?” She asked.
“Darling, isn’t it obvious? We’re obsessed with you.” Homelander said.
“But ya can’t ‘ave both of us.” Billy said after.
Why Not? She thought but knew that answer anyways.
She stared at the two of them as they looked at her waiting for her response.
“So which one is it going to be?”
#the boys#the boys imagine#the boys amazon#the boys season 4#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander imagine#homelander smut#homelander x you#billy butcher#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher imagine#billy butcher smut#karl urban#antony starr
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was playing billiards earlier and couldn't stop thinking about bending over the pool table to reach the cue ball with a very short skirt on, causing best friend eunseok or anton to see your panties 😕 they'd get hard so easily when they see your soaked underwear, clearing their throat and looking away before telling you to stop bending over like that because your undies were showing 😭 you'd tease them for even looking down there in the first place, not knowing that it would rile them up even more... after you and your guys' friends are done playing, they'd walk you home, only to ask you if they could come in and offer to fuck you or eat you out!!
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this ask rlly made me think of eunseok🤭
you blushed at his words, hesitating for a minute before nodding, letting him in. the tension in the air was thick, you tried not to make eye contact with him due to your nervousness. eunseok noticed this and said softly, “you’re so shy, how adorable,” the words making your heart race. you guided him to the bedroom, the blush on your cheeks only deepening. “bend over for me, y/n” he instructed gently and you obeyed immediately, bending over the edge of the bed. he chuckled at how obedient you are for him, remarking, “you’re such a good girl.”
eunseok moved behind you, his hands tracing your body, making you feel more relaxed. “you’re so pretty, you know that y/n?” his words soft and genuine, making you smile. he left your skirt on, putting your panties to the side, his touch gentle as he positioned himself. “i’m not gonna go rough, ok?” he whispered, his voice caring. you nodded, feeling reassured by his gentle tone. as he entered you, he moved slowly, going deep with each thrust. as you felt every inch of his cock inside you, you babbled his name, feeling so overwhelmed by the size. “eunseok,” you whimpered as you started to rub your clit. “awww, does that feel good? you like being fucked by your best friend, don’t you?” he cooed as he watched you touch yourself, “you look so cute all worked up like this.” you could only nod in response, mind clouded with pleasure.
you felt so close already, other guys had never made you feel as good eunseok did. “you fuck me so good,” you moaned. “am i that good to you, hmm?” he asked, amused by your praise. “y-yes, gonna cum for you,” you moaned, your voice barely coherent, “please make me cum, eunseok.” his thrusts got slightly faster, helping you cum even harder. “that’s it, cum for me,” he encouraged, “cum on my cock.” with his words, you came all over his cock before he pulled out as he praised, “such a good girl.” he jerked himself off until he came all over your ass, admiring how cute it looked covered in his cum. you both caught your breath before eunseok asks, “can i stay over tonight?” “of course you can, eunseok,” you replied, smiling. you got changed before climbing into bed, eunseok holding you close to his chest as you fell asleep.
i love softdom eunseok so much…i’m so sorry if this wasn’t what you envisioned😭😭
#tonisbabydoll chats 💬#riize hard hours#tonisbabydoll thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎#riize hard thoughts#riize smut#eunseok hard hours#eunseok hard thoughts#eunseok smut#cee s.es#🫧 anon
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-Blame it on... (p.js)
pairing: fwb! jay x f! reader
wordcount: 1.0k
content: smut, angst, heartbreak, mentions of alcohol and drugs, slight exhibitionism, idk what else...
note: hi I don't usually post ff on this account but this has been sitting in my drafts for like ever so here we are. It's been a while saur...
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You only ever saw Jay when you were drunk, acknowledged his presence with a bottle in your hand. Why? You didn't know but the thought of not having your liquid courage in your system freaked you out. You needed the drinks to justify why you kept going back, and let him have you the way that he did.
When did it begin? It was at a frat party you dragged your friends to. Jake had just left you heartbroken and you were ready to be stupid and reckless. You and Jake had been high school sweethearts but he decided he wanted to fuck other girls and that you just had to deal with it or leave. So you left your four year relationship and it led you here in a random frat house, five shots in and your friends nowhere in sight.
That's where he came in. Park Jay. Energetic. Charismatic. Life of the party. He'd plopped down right next to you on the couch to rest and you, being a lightweight, cuddled up to his warmth. He didn't mind. You're hot and single. An easy girl looking for no strings attached. You were just the girl he'd been looking for or so he thought. Little did he know, you were gonna be the one to fuck him up.
So off you went together, getting even more drunk and high than you already were. Bong rip after bong rip until it was just you two in a bedroom upstairs. You, with your skirt unzipped and your top long gone. Him, with nothing but his boxers.
You knew it was a bad idea. Having sex with a stranger right after a big break up. But there was something about him that just had you wanting more. His aura was inviting, luring you into his trap. You needed him to touch you, hurt you. You wanted his soft lips on yours, kissing away the pain. You needed him to make you forget, needed him to ruin whatever's left of you.
Maintaining eye contact, you undid your bra and let the straps slip from your arms. You slipped off your skirt with eaze, not realizing you'd misplaced your underwear. You took it off earlier in the bathroom and forgot to put it back on before you left. It's okay though. You liked the thought of being easy to access. Anyone could have had you and you wouldn't have cared. The thought of it had your pussy wet. That's how willing you were to forget. To have someone distract you from your heartache. You're glad it was Jay who got to have you that night. You'd never tell him that to his face, though…
You let him explore your curves as you both made your way to the bed. You let him eat you out, which you've never let anyone do but you can blame it on the alcohol for your misjudgement. You let him suck on your clit as he pumped two fingers into you, curling up at your sweet spot. You moaned from the sensation, stars filling your eyes. You run your hands through his hair, gripping it tight with each lick he gives to your folds. You gasp as he becomes the first man to make you cum just from eating you out.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he rubs the tip of his cock against your wet folds, lubricating it. He called you his good girl with each kiss as he let you adjust to his size, and maybe just maybe you'd let him be yours, but the thought stung too much. He fills you up to the brim, stuffing you with his length. He's definitely bigger than your ex. With him, you didn't have to pretend.
You let him be as rough as he wanted with you. You didn't care. You needed to feel something. You wanted this man to erase the touch of another. You wanted him to fill you up in each and every hole you had to offer. You wanted each and every drop of his cum to fill you up. You needed him to treat you like the whore you are, so you won't fall in love again.
So he did. With each sharp thrust, he first came inside your pussy, astonished at how much you begged him to, refusing to even think of the consequences. You then cleaned him up with your mouth, getting him hard again with the swirl of your tongue until he came deep in your throat. Eyes puffy, you swallowed all of it with a smile. That was a first for him, and fuck he wanted you so bad. Before you knew it, he was buried deep in your ass, rearranging your guts as he came for the last time that night, achieving the goal you set for yourself.
That's how it started.
Afterwards, you woke up sore with a pounding headache. Hickeys littered your chest, neck and thighs. Dried cum stuck to your skin...and Jay. He was sleeping so peacefully by your side. You almost wanted to kiss his pretty face, wanting to snuggle up to his side and breathe in his fragrance. But you didn't.
Instead, you got up slowly as memories of last night came flooding back. Was it a mistake? Maybe. A mistake you'll keep coming back to. A mistake you sought out when you were drunk and sad at night and had nowhere else to go but his apartment.
And Jay? He didn't mind that you only ever saw him when you were drunk. Although, he wished you'd let him take you out one of these days. It used to drive him crazy when this all started. You, refusing to even talk to him about what you were. Rejecting him whenever he'd tried anything while you were sober. Was he really that awful in bed that you needed liquor just to sleep with him? He tried breaking it off before. Ending this stupid game of cat and mouse. Why should he have to deal with your fucked up heart? But then he'd miss you and he'd come crawling back. It's whatever though. Having you like this was better than nothing...right?
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Im not understanding the nonsense surrounding Yord and i actually went out of my way to not look at anything related to Acolyte until it came out.
SPOILERS under the cut
i’m
“ Im distrustful of the dude that flagarantly uses the Force to get their way.”
First off, he probably did that to scare them without any real intent. He follow protocol & is an over-achiever. And second, people love jumping on black characters for supposedly flagrantly using powers.
But stay dead silent when Qui-Gon was quick to use the same ability casually to get his way & laud him as THE Jedi™️. I don’t hear people bad mouthing Cal Kestis’s casual usage of mind trick towards both animals & others to the point even he lampshades Cere may not particularly like how he uses it. Gameplay implies he can even kill people with the mind trick if tapped into the dark side.
Hell, Sol flagarantly used the same power for a similar purpose of getting through bullshit when the violent prisoners made up some shit about Oshra & he’s being hailed as “the Qui-Gon” of the show.
“He’s quick to use his lightsaber”
Dude uses his lightsaber as a flashlight just like Cal Kestis or he fears a purported Jedi Killer enough to be quick to use his lightsaber or is not above using it against a potential jedi killer & suddenly it’s bad because “hIgH rEpUbLiC jEdI uSe iT aS a lAsT rEsOrT”
This is not Avatar & the Jedi Order is not the Air Nation. They’re not pacifist and Mae, a ASSASSIN, killed a JEDI MASTER known for her abilities in combat. God forbid in a fictional setting, black characters defending themselves is bad.
Honestly, this is a non-point especially when this same franchise & fandom gives lot of focus & credit to characters who are quick to use their lightsabers (Anakin, CW!Ahsoka, Survivor!Cal, Rebels!Ezra) to the point mentor characters remind them how to solve problems without one (Cere, Kanan, Tera Sinube) but they’re the “RIGHT Jedi”.
“Something something ACAB Jedi”
Against, pitting this idea primarily with the actions of a BLACK CHARACTER in TWO episodes who is helping solving a JEDI KILLER related case sounds both tone deaf & nonsensical.
“Something something flaws Jedi prequels parallel”
This is the last point because it’ll sum up the intent of the post: let characters be CHARACTERS for goodness sake.
Star Wars fandom is so used to unconventional Jedi being protagonists & being in the “morally correct” (even when they’re tweaking & capping) that people who follow basic rules are bad even though they don’t actually do anything significant to warrant bad faith.
Not to mention Yord is a 2 year old knight. How the fuck can he represent the prequel Jedi when he’s not even in a position of leadership to spearhead whatever flawed mindset you think the Prequel Jedi had?
Final thoughts
Me personally, Star Wars fandom is capping again with some of these characters & it shows. And it needs to be said & pointed out every time. These characterization & ideas get to the point people behind the scenes feed into this but don’t even consider the implications of it. It’s not riveting storytelling of “George Lucas’s true intentions”.
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Femininomenon
pairing: emily prentiss x gender neutral reader
synopsis: two undercover agents with old flames still burning, reunited once again
warnings: undercover talk, swearing, references to sex so mdni, french words, alcoholic settings (though none is consumed)
main masterlist
the rise and fall of a midwestern princess masterlist
word count: ~2.3k
a/n: OH MAN am i excited for this series!! this is my first time writing for emily, and i am really proud of this one! the order of this series won't necessairly follow the album order, but the beginning to both will be femininomenon. i would love to hear your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged! also side note i saw chappell live and it changed something in me.
do not steal or repost my work. reblogs, however, are greatly appreciated!
not proofread whoopsie daises
credit to gif owner!
"Dude, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"
The music was loud, obnoxious, and not even good. Your mind was still racked with the events of the past 72 hours, and you never went to places like this before. A "welcome back/so long" party they said. You did not agree to this, but out of leaving on civil terms, you begrudgingly said you'd attend. It was for you after all.
That being said, the DJ they hired was not that good. You were irritated, it was hot and stuffy here, and you just wanted some sleep. If they were going to play music here, at least make it good.
"Uh, yeah, sorry. What do you want on the queue?"
You couldn't even think of a song name. You had been so out of touch with the present world these past years that you were completely out of the loop on the world's current music taste. Someone next to you recommended one before patting you on the shoulder, and that movement almost made you snap.
This was stupid. Stupid, useless, and a waste of time and money.
The "you're alive and back!" banner was starting to fall, and your irritation was becoming overwhelming. Since when did they even do this sort of thing? You took a deep breath. You were gone for eight years, longer than most stings. Plus, you were switching departments soon anyway, and you supposed that this was the first celebration the team had had in a while. Let them have it, part of you conceded. Fifteen more minutes, then you could leave, you convinced yourself. Fifteen minutes and then--
"Well if it isn't the guest of honor."
You knew that voice. How did you know that voice?
You were still trying to remember how your friends and colleagues looked and talked--a feat harder than you'd like to admit. Whatever song the person had requested was thrumming through the air now, the beat running through you.
You could hear your name being hummed, and you did a 180 to face them.
Emily Prentiss.
How could you have forgotten that voice? You eyed your drink, suddenly wishing it was much stronger than the sprite you currently carried.
"You look a whole lot different since I saw you last." She glanced over you, noticing the weathered changes that came with eight years undercover.
"I guess I'm still trying to figure out who I am again." An ironic chuckle accompanied your words. "Hey, Emily." You slightly raised your cup of soda in greeting, and she returned the same action. "A little birdie told me you switched from undercover?"
Oh man, this was not good. Thank god you knew how to regulate your expressions because your heart was practically escaping your chest. The last time you two had seen each other, you did much more than talk. It was truly a shame that you were called in immediately that next morning, that you knew she'd wake up to the sheets still warm (she was always a light sleeper), that you had a new case being brought to the table and you wouldn't know how long you'd be gone for. A week? A month? Half a year? A whole one?
You definitely did not expect it to be eight years.
What was she doing now? Was she with someone? Was she married? Did she have kids? Did she--"You're doing that thing again, you know."
Your eyes snapped to hers. "What thing?"
The song changed, and you really did not want to be attending this party right now. Even if Emily was here. "The thing where you ruminate into your own world?" She clocked the look in your eyes and nodded to the front doors.
Maybe it was a little rude to leave the main event without saying goodbye, but you did not want to be there any longer, and you getting really overwhelmed. You nodded in agreement and she started to walk toward the refreshing outside air.
The chill greeted you as you approached the nearby picnic table, Emily sitting down across from you.
An awkward silence infiltrated the air.
"So, uh, long time no see?"
She shot you a look, eyebrows raised in a don't give me that manner.
"How are you doing with the assimilation? Any hiccups?"
Eight years--two-thousand nine hundred and twenty-six days. You'd been back for only three, and you couldn't remember how to live a normal life. You weren't assimilating at all.
"Yeah, it's been pretty good."
You could see pity in her eyes. "I don't know how you got this job. You can't lie for shit."
Speaking to her was making old, long-buried feelings crawl their way through the dirt and past the grave. A tension was forming, though not one of bad, more so the type comparable to that of smelling the rain before a storm.
"I just can't lie to you." You crossed your hands on the picnic table. "Never really could, I guess." You mumbled the second part, taking note of the party's noises and the crickets chirping behind you.
She let you talk, patiently drinking up the mere presence of you. She had practically sprinted from the jet upon hearing of your return, memories of you two flooding the gates she had long since locked away.
You were gone for nearly a decade and your social skills were currently in the toilet. It had to mean something that Emily came tonight, right? Not a lot of people knew of you, much less the importance of your return, and as far as you knew word didn't leave the office of this party.
Yet here she was, dressed in her day clothes, nursing a water as she stared at you as if you were not real.
You wanted to tell her everything, what you did, where you went, who you had dealt with the past almost decade, the way her lips still caressed your mind, how the ghost of a possible future kept you was the lamp that led you through the darkness.
You had so much to say, yet you could only get two words out.
"I'm sorry."
That caught her a little off guard. "What are you sorry for?"
You let the evening breeze wrap around you for a moment before speaking. "For leaving without saying goodbye. For finally making a move just to go off the grid. It was long ago, I know, but I felt--feel so horrible that I left you there that morning without even a quick see you tonight letter by your coffee."
She didn't respond, which made that feeling in your gut go even deeper. The evening breeze ran in between you, speaking words you could only wish to say.
It wasn't until her cup was almost empty that she responded.
"Don't sweat it too much. I got called into a case not too long after, was stuck in that for a while too. Seriously, it happened, and there's no bad blood between the two of us."
People were starting to leave the party in the distance, and a wave of relief washed over you. Now you could leave, go back to the sanctioned hotel room you were assigned to until your belongings were recovered and you could find a place to live. It was a shitty situation, sure, but it was a place to lay your head for right now.
"Well, it's getting late, and I'm really tired," a yawn overcame you, "I better get going. I start the new job in a few days, so I need to catch up on as much sleep as I can after the past week." You reached over the table and lightly squeezed her hand. "It was really nice to see you, Emily. Seriously."
She returned the gesture, her hand fitting as nicely in your own now as it did back then. "Of course. You didn't think I'd miss welcoming you back, did you?"
Your hands didn't separate, instead, she smiled as you shot a glance towards them. "Keep in touch, will you? It'd be really nice to reconnect."
A small smile grew on your face and you swiped your thumb over her knuckles. "I will, don't you worry. I don't have my own phone yet, but if you want to give me your number I'll put it in the moment I get one."
You knew she would tease you the second the offer left your lips. "You want my number, huh? Think I'm cute or something?"
A laugh emitted from you, god you forgot how much you missed her. The anxious side of you made you question whether you should be flirty at all with her-- she probably already had a significant other, and there was a slim shot that even if she didn't, you could relight the kindling that was your--whatever it was you two had going on.
Couldn't hurt to test the waters though.
"I think you're alluring, gorgeous, and undeniably charming." You lowered your tone to a whisper as you spoke, leaning over the table. "Not just cute."
She shot a glance at your lips that did not go unnoticed, and you licked them in response.
"Oh, dearest, you're going to make me blush if you keep on talking like that."
"You? blush? These years really have changed you Em." You had to make sure she was single before you continued any further. "Are you seeing anyone these days?"
Hands still interlocked, she gave another squeeze. "You've had my heart since we walked in together as fresh meat ten years ago. You've plagued my every dream for thousands of days--you are the only one my eyes have landed on and will ever."
Slightly shocked at her confession, your mouth dropped partially agape. "Still as bold as ever-which is a good thing-I see. Since when did you become a romantic?" You nodded toward the car you took to get here, and she nodded in understanding.
"Since I found out you were one: still alive, and two: not undercover anymore." You took a minute to observe her as you stood. Black shirt with a flat neckline, dress pants, and hair slightly curled outwards at the end. Still breathtaking as ever. Age had found her face, as it did you, and it made her even more stunning.
"Want to come to my place? I have an extra room if you want." She thought for a second. "Oh, I do have one man in my life." Shock rushed through you, mixed with a tinge of jealousy, and she laughed at your expression. Laughed. A sound that reminded you of a perfect melody. "His name is Sergio, and he's the sneakiest cat you'll ever meet. I love him to dear pieces."
You were speechless, resulting in even more laughter from the raven-haired woman at your side. "You're something else, you know that?"
"I'm sure he'll love you."
She gave you her address ad you got into your vehicle. With a wink and a slap on the door, she was off to her own.
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You were going to fucking lose it.
It was five years into this mission, and at this point, you didn't know if it would ever end. The layer of domesticity that formed between you and him was so enforced that you had to remind yourself every night that this was your job, and that once you were able to get his company destroyed, things would smooth out.
And you would be able to quit this line of work.
You loved it, you truly did, at first. You were good at what you did, and it made you the best candidate for this operation. That being said, you did not expect to still be living this case. For one, you didn't date men (or have ever been attracted to them.) Yet here you were, legally married to the guy running the upper half of France. It irked you because he had a really sweet sister who under different circumstances you would've loved to be friends with.
There wasn't much left to do today, and the sun was starting to set. You had sent the cleaning person home early; you always did. They liked you because you actually got to know each them, and you still had them paid for the hour or two they missed. This was one of the only chances you had to take a deep breath and do a little reset, remembering why you were here and what you were doing.
You were an outstanding undercover agent. You were coming back to for Emily.
You had repeated that mantra for the past five years, the sentence serving as a tether when things got rough.
Stupid fresh linens that were never used twice. Stupid giant house with its giant gate and giant halls. Stupid--
"Où es-tu, mon amour?" Where are you, my love?
There he was, and there duty called.
"Je serai là!" I'll be right there!
Once her name had infiltrated your mind, she enveloped it. Does Emily still even remember you? Is she still alive? Does she still care?
You were doing this for her. And if that meant you had to wait a few more years, then so be it. She was your solace, your grounding rock.
"Mon amour?" my love?
"En chemin!" on my way!
Until you were able to hold her in your arms again, you could only hope that things worked out.
Emily rubbed a soothing hand over your back as you softly fell asleep, body entangled with hers. She knew within a second that there was no chance you'd be sleeping in separate beds. Plus, you needed a sense of comfort, a familiar face, and that's what she was. She never had anyone to pick her back up after Doyle, so she would be that person for you.
It was odd, having you back. It was going to take a while to get everything situated and in a groove, but she was willing to walk that path with you.
She always thought it was the same old story with her previous relationships, but then you came along.
And god damn, did she love you.
#criminal minds#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fanfiction#series#the rise and fall of a midwest princess series#criminal minds fanfiction
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way way back in the 1980’s…..
younger mr b didn’t look like he would be much fun at parties lol
a collab with @olegianote (candide) and @kermahillway (scudworth) :]]
closeups!!vv
#clone high#sorry this took me so long to post guys Fjdhgdfh!!!#you both did so fucking good i love how it came out….#principal scudworth#mr butlertron#candide sampson#doodles#i hope tumblr doesn’t butcher the quality on this
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No but. Blitzø BEGGING Stolas to not take the book away with tears in his eyes. Completely genuinely swearing he will do anything to keep it.
Think about it. That business is literally the only thing Blitzø has in his life. It's something that's entirely HIS. He was NOT born into it, like with the circus (and even there everyone thought he was useless) and, based on what Striker told him in season 1, I assume that imps have it BAD, like he wasn't supposed to make much out himself. But he did. Without any help, without anyone by his side. I.M.P. is the only thing reminding Blitzø that he is capable of something, ANYTHING, despite what everyone silently told him from the moment he was born. That's not the only thing though. Because of I.M.P., Blitzø has Millie and Moxxie. They are the only ones who look up to him and the fact that they are always by his side, granted because he pays them to be but still, makes Blitzø a better person, or at least it makes him WANT to become a better person. He fucks up, yeah, but with a backstory as tragic as his? Completely logical. He lost literally EVERYTHING, his job, his family, his only friend because of an accident HE caused and he knows there's no way around that guilt for the rest of his life. Can you blame him for being afraid of getting close to someone? He thinks he's poison.
So when he thought Stolas was taking away his only way to conduct his business, when he thought he was going to lose not only I.M.P., the greatest achievement of his life, but also by extension Millie and Moxxie, he panicked. It was the burning circus all over again. Only now he can do something. He can try to do ANYTHING.
#helluva boss#blitzø#the full moon#helluva boss spoilers#character analysis#i guess?#i love Blitzø so much#and I have seen so much hate for him since the episode came out#i don't think people realize just how much of a tragic character he is#for me a sign of good writing is when you can sympathise with both characters in an argument#and the full moon did that PERFECTLY#neither of them is wrong#they are both valid#but they were not good for eachother as it was#i keep reminding myself that the#stolitz#argument needed to happen#but it doesn't hurt me any fucking less
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Istg I actually need to sit down and write a proper bio for Riku because even I get confused af as to what his personality is sometimes.
#oc tag#“but prince he's your oc how tf did this happen” he has a mind of his own trust me#i mean this is literally one of the parts of his character he is literally so good at adapting his personality#because he felt he needed to as a kid both in school and in the business world#that barely anyone knows what he's actually like#like one minute he's a suave overconfident guy who can take on anything#but hes also the quiet dude in class who never participates is probably asleep but somehow gets everything right and is top of the grade#he loves to flirt but will absolutely blue screen if anyone flirts back because despite the fact he flaunts himself-#he doesn't think hes attractive LMAO#his biggest motivation is spite and he doesn't know when to quit#this boy has so many fucking issues istg#def one of those characters who has so many masks that he hardly knows himself#i have a fear that he's nearly too complex to the point where he's a confusing character and i personally dont think thats a good thing#so i really hope that's not the case for you guys 😬#over my break ive really spent time trying to iron out his character and just make him into soemthing im even more proud of you know#the good thing is that at least his story now has a clear arc and theme which im really proud of#so im gonna use that to build off and iron him out even more#the way i put more work into this funky dude i came up with than like my entire uni work#i love him so much sorry to be mentally ill about a guy i made because i liked a ship too much (and crossover i was having fun with too)#one day i will have a proper post for him with references and everything for him his outfits his personas the lot#one of these days
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Who did you see in concert?? But also aw man that sucks so bad, I hope you’re ok and that the repairs don’t completely destroy your finances 💖
I saw zolita, wlw music queen
#I’ve tried to post this like four times#she did a star chart compatibility with me wtf i love gay people why are we like this#gay people are wild#I love us sm#I kept trying to put a video in this post but it isn’t working 😭😭😭#anyways I sincerely HIGHLY check out y’all check out zolita esp sapphics#she recently came out with a song ashley that’s the hey there delilah wlw childhood friends equivalent#also she does god tier music videos#I highly suggest you take 15 minutes and watch the somebody I fucked once mv trilogy you will not be disappointed#it’s so good#also wtf was that about her telling a story and possibly implying she had two girlfriends??? I was surprised pikachu fr#she was telling a story about how ‘both her girlfriends exes live in la where she lives’ and the people around me looked at each other like#👀👀👀👀👀#the lesbian with her gf behind me was like ??? girlfriends as in two ??? and I was like huh yes maybe she’s poly ??? she she was like#is that a thing??? and I’m internally like oh you sweet summer child#I was like yeah poly queen!!!#asks#answered asks#jackie talks#about me#mine zolita#not leverage
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explaining the relationship i have with my father is so complicated and i keep finding myself facing that question when i'm in college bc like. a professor of mine in office hours literally asked me abt my family and i was like. well i can explain. Parts Of This. but it's mega fucking complicated
#ides.txt#i felt weird too because i was discussing it w a friend who has a bad fucking relationship w their dad#and it felt odd to be like.#my dad's in my life but also did nothing for me. he's not technically negligent but didn't give me the care i needed or at all.#he saved my ass when i came out to my family. we are on very good terms now. i do not feel normally about him.#he has 3 kids and doesn't know how to change a diaper. i think the bad thing i was bracing for in my childhood was him.#i need to impress him and be his favorite child the one who did it right.#i need to see him suffer at the hands of his own mistakes and drown with no one to save him.#and my friend was like Yeah that sounds pretty complicated huh#it's so weird like. yes i love my dad. yes i text him little school updates.#but it never occurred to me that some people can just... ask their dads questions? for help?#that they come to their school events and know all of their friends#that they cook for them and help them with their homework#i don't hate my dad but he's the kind of dad you only ever need when you're 18 years old#i never realized people could have two parents who both did things. you know? i thought you had the Main Parent.#and then the other one. and you never ask the other one.
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More random tropes that I fucking love: Becoming the mask you wore.
Like oh shit, this character who was sent to spy somewhere under a false identity suddenly realises they've started to genuinely become the person they claimed to be? Someone who's been telling the same lies about who they are for so long that they're actually forgetting that the story isn't true? Finding themselves genuinely doing the things they pretend to do in front of people, when they're alone and nobody's watching? Answering to a name that wasn't supposed to be theirs without thinking?
Ooohh-hoh-hoh, you lost track of yourself in pretending to be someone else? You were only supposed to impersonate somebody, a plausible background and a name you came up with on the spot, and now that the people you were supposed to infiltrate have become your true companions? You lost yourself in the game you played, and no you no longer know who you truly are, and where your true loyalties lie? And both sides would mark you a traitor if you came out with the truth. On a scale of one to ten, how bad did you fuck up.
Fuck that is a good trope. Never seen it done badly. Pour that shit on a table and I'll chop it into lines and snort it.
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