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[sobbingscripter]

EHEHE

printing out your fic to individually cut out each letter, scramble them all together and eat it like alphabet soup I LOVE YOUR FICS NEVER EVER GET THROWN INTO ORBIT PLS ID CRY YOU'RE SO FUNNY

THIS IS THE WEIRDEST PRAISE IVE EVER GOTTEN AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH, OMG THANK YOU😭😭

I won't get thrown into orbit, I promise

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(i remember seeing someone talk about how there aren’t any mark fic left and you replied with “there’s a lot of fics” and i just wanna add onto that)

its not that there aren’t any mark fics left its just that some of them are…bad •́︿•̀

i hate you criticize people’s works and call them ‘bad’ (considering i’ve wrote something ONCE and it was horrible 😭) but alot of the mark fics mis-characterize him, or the plots are a bit off. or they’re literally just a copy and paste of the same scenario. like none of them are different or original. they’re just the same. that’s why i ended up liking your fic with mark, because at that time nobody else made a fic about mark with that plot.

anyways sorry for the rant. and again, i feel bad calling other peoples writings ‘bad’ ˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ i love your work, have a nice day (≧◡≦)💕

I think a lot of people don't write what they wanna write.

Like... Every Mark fic I've written, was like, for me. I shared it, yes, but like, I wrote it because I was like, "YOOOOOOOOOO I wanna read this". And i know that if I think that, someone else might think it too.

Same as like, "Bride of Al Ghul". My literal lovechild. I wanted that cookie BAD.

The "Karma" thingies where it's just crack??? Bro, that's like... I've never laughed harder at my own jokes. Because someone stirring Lex Luthor's coffee with their finger, is like... Amazing to me.

But I will probably write for Mark again. I have no idea when, but I've got a lot of thoughts and everytime I hear a song by d4vd, I get inspired.

I'd literally, like, play Feel It, and immediately, write a new chapter of Our Turn🌼. That song awakens me like a sleeper agent.

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I need you to know I shrieked when I clicked on the notification and saw eve

I love this so much 😭💓

I hope you enjoy it, lovely

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Tags: [wlw][mdni][established relationship][mutual infatuation][inexperienced themes][fingering][clit play][semi-public][getting caught][Eve's healing your inner child][outdoor][tw. not beta-read]

Eve's a sleep paralysis demon.

You lay back, puffy covers pulled up to your chin as you watch the way she permeates through your wall, standing at the foot of your bed.

Hands on her hips, and she does a jig.

Fingers snapping, a dorky grin on her face and dimples deep within those freckled cheeks, vibrant green eyes twinkling from the pretty, silvery streams of moonlight that trickle through your curtains.

"Baby." She gleams. "Guess what I have, sitting in my backyard."

"Thirty-three aborted foetuses."

Eve's expression falls, arms folding over her chest and her jig stops abruptly. "Why would— nevermind. Just, come look. I promise it's worth it."

Your gaze flickers towards your phone, time bouncing around on your dimmed screen and your lips press into a thin line.

It's midnight, it's cold and your fingers already feel like they're freezing.

"This better be worth it, Evie." You grumble, pushing back your covers before you're sliding your sock-covered feet into your slippers, grabbing your hoodie from the edge of your bed and you're slipping it on. Hood tightened around your face, until only your eyes and upper lip are peeking out, and you look at Eve, watching the way she floats out of your window.

"Come on," Her arms are folded out, "jump. I'll catch you."

Your expression sours. "Can't you just pick me up?" And those plush, pink lips part as she thinks, and she murmurs a quiet 'oh, yeah', before she's flying back into your room, scooping you up in her arms.

You're curled against her chest, face tucked into the curve of her neck, inhaling that scent of strawberries that seems to cling to her like none other, and you bring up a hand, fingers carding through those gingery strands.

Almost absentmindedly, and you peer up towards the sky, although your vision's partially disrupted by the furled edge of your stupidly tight hoodie drawstring.

Stars scattered through the endless night sky, the moon curved into a pretty crescent and you let out a even breath.

Your slippers gingerly meet the grass of her backyard, before she's fluttering her rosy pink cape in front of your face for the theatrical worth.

"Ta-da!" Eve chirps so sweetly, showcasing the treehouse, perched perfectly between thick branches and fluttering leaves, hardwood boards and a steady base, and your breath stutters in your lungs.

It's pretty. Twinkling, pink orbs providing just enough light along the outside, steps that line up the trunk of the tree.

"Cool, right?" She gently ushers you closer, hands patting your lower back. "I know you always liked them, so I thought it would be nice... You know, it's quiet. And intimate. And it's near my window, so, my parents can't see into it."

Pretty, green eyes remain focused on the curve of your ass in your sweats as you trudge up the trunk, before you're settling down against the floor, the surface padded with thick blankets and fuzzy pillows scattered all around, opaque curtains draped so prettily in the openings.

And she leans back against the wall behind her, her booted feet tucked beneath her ass and she watches your expression.

Doe eyes looking around the interior, your fingers laced in your lap.

"Are you cold?" She whispers quietly and you nod, watching the way a blanket fabricates under thin air, and she's curling up beside you, blanket tossed over your laps.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it." You murmur. "It's amazing."

Your fingers lace beneath the fuzz, her boots discarded, and she's pressing a freckled cheek against the curve of your shoulder, her gaze fixed on the way the stars twinkle, reflecting off your blown wide pupil.

It's quiet.

The soft hum of nighttime traffic, the quiet buzz of streetlights, the occasion hoot of an owl, all followed by the rustling of the ash tree branches, leaves flickering in the easy breeze.

Pink orbs continue to light up the air around you, floating so effortlessly in the upper corners of the roof.

And she squeezes your hand under the blanket, her manicured nails tracing along the back of your hand before she's shifting just a bit closer.

"No one can see into the treehouse from anywhere other than my bedroom." Her voice is so sweet, long lashes fluttering, freckles dusted across the bridge of her buttony nose and the light shimmers off that strawberry scented gloss.

"It's completely private." She adds. And you nod, your gaze fixed on the clouds that flutter through the air, slowly, only disturbed by the occasional plane that briskly speeds through them.

And Eve waits.

And waits some more.

"No one can see into the treehouse." She repeats. "It's completely private. Like, no one could see anything."

She enunciates each word and your brows bunch, confusion playing on your pretty features, still tinged with sleep.

And the way Eve watches you, pupils blown wide and hot breaths puffing past her parted lips.

"Oh." You pause. "Oh."

Eve giggles, her lashes fluttering as she shifts beside you, hands moving to rest on your shoulders, and her knee slides across your hips, before she's straddling you. The fat of her ass soft against your thighs, hips flush against yours.

"You're so slow."

Eve whispers quietly, her body pressed against yours, thighs pressed against the curves of your waist, her hands moving towards your cheeks.

"I'm still tir— holy fuck! Your hands are cold as shit, oh my God." You hiss, your voice cracking at the chill of her palms, before she hums. "Okay, wait."

She reaches down, hands pressed against your thighs, the warmth of the blanket and your sweats heating up her palms. And she giggles, gaze flickering towards your lips when one of your hands move to the curve of her waist, your other shifting and cradling her jaw, your thumb brushing along the hollow beneath her plump bottom lip.

Just massaging the subtle swell of her bottom lip, and her gaze remains fixed on yours. Her thighs twitching.

"Kiss me?" Her voice is so sweet, so weak. Almost desperate and your head dips.

Your lips pressed against hers and her hands shift, sliding inside your unzipped hoodie, hands fisting the fabric of your T-shirt, sliding around your body. Along your ribs, thumbs brushing against the curve of your breasts as she feels the way your lips move against hers, head tilting to deepen the kiss.

And she sighs into the kiss before she smiles, "Your lips are so soft." Your eyes remain fluttered shut, and one of her hands slide further up, fingertips sinking into the softness of your breast. Her thumb brushing over your nipple, feeling the way the bud pebbled beneath her touch.

And when your lips part to let out that sweet sound that makes her cunt throb, she's sliding her tongue against yours. Warm, wet and so, so experimental.

On your end, mostly.

You're an inexperienced virgin and in all honestly, Eve loves it. For once, being the one to teach someone all the things she likes, to be your first everything.

You pull back, eyes hazy and lashes fluttering, a string of saliva between you before it breaks, and you're watching Eve with that expression of a lost lamb.

"You're so pretty." She whispers quietly, lips curling and cheeks rosy, before she presses another kiss against your lips.

And your hands move, grasping her hips and she feels the warmth of your palms through her hero suit, the pink fabric stretched taut enough that she can feel your pulse in your fingertips. And it's so hypnotically erratic against her skin, thrumming like a hummingbird's heart.

"Do you wanna go further?"

"Mhm." You nod, cheeks burning, ears flaming and you're kneading the fat of her hips, excess plumpness giving way beneath your fingers, dimpling under your touch. "But I'm not really..."

"I can teach you." She reassures you quietly. "We'll go slow."

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Eve's lips part in a shy moan, her face tucked into the curve of your neck when she feels your clumsy fingers brush over her slippery folds.

Her suit's tossed somewhere, and all she's wearing, is your hoodie to keep the cold from brushing at her back. Her hands fist the fabric of your shirt, nails digging into the cotton and her lips press against your skin.

"Just tease— yeah, like that..." Her voice is weak, hot breaths fanning across the supple skin of your neck, your fingers circling her clit so sweetly. Her thighs tense and clutch at your waist, her hips twitching and she's writhing in your lap.

And her brows furrow, lips parting in a silent moan and her lashes flutter, back arching and she moans against your skin.

Your head dips down, lips pressing against hers and you're drinking in those saccharine moans, your teeth catching on her bottom lip as you tease between her sloppy folds. Feeling the way she soaks your fingers, the way she grinds at nothing.

And you moans, eyes squeezed shut when she feels one of your fingers sink into her sloppy cunt, slick trickling down your pumping digit and you're immediately on the search for that sweet spot that makes her toes curl.

"What're you..." Her words die in your throat. "Up, up. Go up... A little—" She squeaks. "Right there..."

Your finger presses against that rough patch of nerves, feeling the way her body flexes and she brings up a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle those pretty mewls that are ripped from her throat with each curl of your finger.

"How'd you find—"

"You'd be surprised, but WikiHow." You whisper, your voice just a little breathless at how she falls apart in your arms, breathy giggles slipping from her lips.

And she's clenching around your finger, pussy squelching and slick trickles down your palm, and she's rutting, grinding her puffy pussy against the heel of your palm.

Her skin's fiery hot. Speckles dusted across alabaster flesh, and she leans back against your thighs, nipples stiff and she's watching you with dilated pupils, hearts in her eyes and starlight reflecting off the crown of her strawberry strands.

Sweat glistens on her skin, her body twitching and the fat of her hip's so malleable in your other hand, before you bring it up, raking your fingers through her strands. And you're brushing back those bangs, and your gaze meets hers.

"You're so pretty." You murmur. "Never stop putting mascara on your bottom lashes."

And she laughs, eyes glittering so prettily and her hands move to cradle your face.

"You made me come in like, 8 minutes and you're focusing on my mascara?" She teases and you huff, your hand moving to the back of her neck, scratching at the hair there.

"You have no idea how amazing it looks." You defend. "We've been together for six months and I've never not thought about your mascara."

And she goes quiet.

"We've been together for six months." She mulls it over so quietly, before she peers up at you through her lashes. Her expression soft, bottom lip jutted out just a bit as she looks at you through her lashes.

"It didn't feel that long." She adds softly and you hum quietly, shifting your hand just enough until your thumb's nestled between those pretty, velvety folds.

"It's not that long?" Your expression twists in confusion.

"It's... Pretty... —hah— long..." Eve's voice is just a bit weaker, nails digging into your face just a bit when she feels the way you add a second finger, and her eyes roll back in her head when you scissor them experimentally.

"Oh my— holy shit, where'd you learn to do that? And don't say WikiHow." She breathes out.

"Fanfiction." You answer.

Your thumb continues to circle her clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves twitching beneath your pudgy digit, fingers curling against that spongy spot and her lips are parting.

Mewls falling from her lips like a symphony, eyes nearly going crossed until—

Her bedroom light flickers on, and the golden light slips out of her curtains. "Sam?"

Eve's quick, grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling her onto you, hiding you from view and she peeks up at you, you're knuckle deep in her cunt, her slick's trickling down the crease of her ass.

She keeps her eyes squeezed shut, hoping that you're both pressed close enough that her mother can't see either of you in the treehouse.

And Eve lets out a breath, laughter spilling from her lips as she meets your gaze, your brows furrowed and ears strained for the sound of the light being flicked off.

"Your eyes have a little bit of yellow in them." You murmur softly, your voice barely audible but your eyes are trained on hers.

Juniper irises, flickers of yellow surrounding her pupils and those long lashes flutter.

"Baby, I love you but now's not the— mmph—!" She smacks a hand over her mouth when she feels the way your fingers curl and pump into her, the lewd squelch of her pussy is loud in her ears, alongside the sound of her heart beating in her throat.

"It's never not the time to tell you you're pretty." Your voice is so soft, but it's louder than the sound of her fear of being caught. And her expression crumbles.

"Awh... Baby.." Her hand cups your cheek, her thumb brushing along the softness, middle school acne scars healed over.

"Sam?" The voice sounds louder, and the sound of Eve's bedroom window being opened is audible. "Are you in the treehouse with your girlfriend?"

Eve swallows hard.

"Maybe."

"Does she wanna come in for cocoa?"

Eve looks towards you, and your lips purse in contemplation, before you nod.

"We'll be out in a minute." Eve calls back and she winces.

"Okay, honeys. I'll leave the hand sanitizer on your window, okay?"

"Oh my God." Eve whispers under her breath, ears burning with embarassment. "Okay." She calls back.

"Just wash your hands, both of you."

"Mom!"

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Girl, have you watch Kpop demon hunters. You need to IMMEDIATELY if you haven't. And im saying this as someone who has never liked kpop before.

GIRL. I have and can I just say ...

✨Abby✨

I watched it and then, my parents watched it the next night and when I tell you, my mom screamed at the top of her lungs to call me. Because of how his buttons pop open and she knows I'm a perv 😭😭

I loved it sm

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My parents tricked me into watching 4½ episodes of Hwarang with them instead of writing (I was only supposed to watch like, one episode but I was invested)

And I kept having to point out the different characters because I was closer to the screen and at some point, my mommy took off her glasses.

"Is that the main guy?" "No, that's the prince." "Which one's the BTS one?" "He's the one that looked through the glass, he has a deep voice." "The younger brother?" "Yes, the one who's older brother is a servant's son." "What did he say? I don't have my glasses on." "He called him a sewer." "Did the prince call him a sewer?" "No, the main guy." "Now where's V?"

😭

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I am living for your wlw fics. the way you describe these ladies make them devastatingly hot 😭 like i wanna fuck them, get fucked by them, and also be their emotional support dog forever HBNGNGNG

It's like... I NEED to, emotionally, be in their vicinity.

Not even for anything, like, just let me breathe your air, omg

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you wholeheartedly saved and changed my bitchass life with that amber fic, just so you know

That Amber fic saved me too.

I hear like, Kehlani instrumentals whenever I look at her 😩

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You've got aura. You are so so so so so special to me gyal omg

Being told i have aura is like, the verbal equivalent of when my cat drops his head on my chest and sighs in his sleep like he's relaxed.

It feels like that.

You're special to me too, pookie 🥺💓

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So because NO ONE told me my pride dividers were buns... *Clicks tongue*

I'm gonna redo the dividers (working on Eve + Rogue btw. I'm late, I know but yk, quality's better than being on time)

Because I SHAN'T be caught lacking like that, with ugly dividers. Just as I told my mother when she asked why I never not wear eyeliner:

"babe, the Barracuda don't get caught lacking."

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Tags: [wlw][mdni][roommates that stay roommates?][masturbation mention][clit play through the panties][oral (f!rec.)][unexplored feelings][tw. not beta-read]

Zatanna hates being your roommate.

Not for any particular reason other than the fact that you're extremely abusive of her magic in ways that are inconsequential, as well as inconvenient.

Carpooling for the sake that you never hit a red light and once your car's slotted perfectly into a parking lot, you hop out, lock the car doors and clock in. Ignoring the way her hands slap against the windows, blue eyes wide as she watches you leave her boxed in, with a 2 inch window space.

Sure, she teleported out of the car, but the betrayal remained.

She makes appliances float while you clean, she supersizes all of your snacks because of course, magic is what you want it to be.

And you want it to be paying less for more.

And she's had enough.

"Listen," Zatanna pushes open your bedroom door so hard that the hinges nearly snap all the way into a 180° angle, "I'm done being your— oh my god!"

She shuts her eyes tightly, feeling the way heat creeps up her neck, her face tinting a rosy pink and her fists clench at her sides.

"I should've knocked." She whispers meekly.

"Oh, really?" Your sarcasm is thick, arms folded over your chest, obscuring your breasts from her view and your eyes narrow. "Captain Hindsight."

"Okay, first of all," She opens her eyes and immediately shuts them back, "put your tits away!"

"I am who I am." But you comply, grabbing your T-shirt from the edge of your bed, pulling it over you messily and Zatanna peeks through her lashes, watching the way you rest your foot on the edge of your bed, a dollop of some sweet scented lotion in your palm and you smear it along your thigh.

Zatanna already forgot her point. Crystalline pools focused on the curve of your legs, watching the way your hands circle and press into the muscle. And her mouth feels dry.

"You were saying something about me calling you Captain Hindsight?" You urge. And she snaps out of it.

"Right." She nods. "Uh, you should've covered up." It's a weak rebuttal. She knows that, but she also knows that you're not wearing a bra under that 'Vote for Pedro' T-shirt, and she also knows that you smell like Shea butter and coconut.

Her brain feels funny with the image of your naked body burned into her memory. Perfect tits, the curve of your waist, the way your tummy moved with your stupidly calm breaths.

"You should've knocked." You retort, switching legs. "I could've been masturbating."

Dark brows furrow. "You masturbate?"

And your expression falls. "Yes? The fuck— Yes, I masturbate!"

"These walls are thin and I've never heard anything." She folds her arms over her chest, shifting her weight to one leg and her cotton-y night shorts pull taut around the softness of her thighs.

"Firstly, I use my fingers. And secondly, I'm just really quiet." You explain.

And she pulls a face. "Just get a vibrator? It's normal."

"I like using my fingers." You defend. "It's quick and easy. You know, just like, flick and go."

"So, you've never used a vibrator?" She takes a step further into your bedroom, before ultimately deciding to plop herself on your bed, messing up the covers as she shifts to face you.

"Not on myself." You answer with a shrug, and you begin to moisturize your arms, smoothing over your skin and Zatanna follows your every move. Her tongue brushing across the plumpness of her bottom lip when she catches a glimpse of your belly underneath that stupid, novelty T-shirt.

"Then why won't you use it?" She questions, and her tongue feels just a bit heavier when she catches your scent.

Sweetness and soap. And it's nearly overwhelming.

"Dunno." You hum. "I'm not big on getting off."

"How many times do you masturbate?" The question catches you off-guard and you snort.

"Wow. We're abolishing boundaries tonight, aren't we?" And you purse your lips. "Like, every night?"

"And you're not big on getting off?" She cocks a brow, pink lips curling in amusement and she shifts, bringing up one leg just a bit and she looks like a fucking centrefold.

Your gaze flickers but not long enough to be caught.

"It feels good for like, 2 seconds and then like," You shrug, "It's boring. I just do it 'cause I'm bored and you forbade me from bringing people over."

Zatanna let's out a bubbly laugh. "I can't believe that's the rule you follow."

"I don't fuck with magic, Tanna." You deadpan. "I'm terrified of you shrinking my head. Like in Beetlejuice."

Her laughter breaks the quiet comfort of the room, head tipped back and supple throat exposed, and her laughter sounds like something akin to a creaking door that undoubtedly leads to horrors.

"Their heads are tiny because they try to cut in line."

"Still horrifying." You set your lotion back down on your dresser, rubbing the excess on your hands and down the front of your shirt, and Zatanna's eyes follow your movement.

Before she lets out a breath before she gasps.

"Is that why you randomly go wash your hands at like, 4am every night?"

And your ears burn. "Why're you listening to me wash my hands, you creep?"

"The pipes rattle when you use hot water." She hums, sprawled across your sheets like a lazy cat.

Like she belongs there.

"So," she hums, "how do you do it?"

Your brows crease. "Do what?"

"Masturbate."

"I'm not doing that in front of you." You fold your arms over your chest, in a show of refusal, although in actuality, you're trying to hide the way your nipples pebble at the mere thought of Zatanna watching you.

Or better yet, you watching her.

"Fine." She huffs, before shifting, resting back against your fluffed up pillows, and her thighs part so subtly that you'd barely even notice. "Then show me."

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"Through the panties?" Zatanna raises a brow, staring down at you from beneath long lashes as you lounge lazily between her thighs, her arms folded over her belly.

Milky thighs are parted just enough for you to be comfortable between, her shorts discarded and all you're looking at is her puffy pussy, stuffed into lavender granny panties.

"The fabric adds extra feeling." You exhale a breath, before you're hooking your finger around the gusset of her panties, pulling the material flush against her folds. And you try to ignore the way soft, short strands tickle the back of your pointer.

And you keep your finger there, before bringing your other pointer digit forward, nestling it between her folds, just enough to make a little divot in the fabric.

And you peer up at her through your lashes when you drag your fingers between them, watching the way her brows twitch just a bit. But she keeps her expression relatively schooled, watching you with those icy blue eyes.

"You make this much eye contact with yourself too?" She teases and you hum.

"Yeah, I look at myself in like, the darkness of my phone screen and I just whisper, 'I used to be an honour student'."

Zatanna's laughter dies in her throat when you use your nail against her clit, so soft and so attentive, gently brushing over the little button and her brows raise.

"Oh... Oh wow." Her hips twitch almost needily, hands awkwardly grasping the fabric of her shirt and she bites her bottom lip, watching the way your finger circles her clit so tentatively.

And the way you're tugging her panties doesn't do anything for her either, and she watches that pretty doe eyed gaze flick down, towards where she's soaking through her panties.

And her cheeks burn.

"Don't look..." Her voice is weak, cheeks flushed.

"Listen," You hum, "I'm flattered that you think I'm talented enough to do this with my eyes closed. But please," you raise a hand, dramatic in that way that always makes Zatanna's lips twitch, "I'm only human."

"Right." She murmurs, almost teasingly. "You're not a vagizzard."

You pause, your fingers still before you meet her gaze, lips pressed into a thin line and you inhale sharply.

"I'm not mad you said that. I'm mad I didn't say it first."

Zatanna snorts, but her brain fries when you're pulling her panties to the side, sticky fabric bunching beneath your grasp and you're dipping your head, dragging your tongue between her plush lips.

And your lashes flutter and your pussy twitches in your panties.

Your fingers push the fabric away, and you're pushing her thighs further apart, gaze lowered to where pretty folds peek and spread obscenely, shimmery gossamers of slick strewn lazily across and you swallow.

Peering up at her through your lashes.

Just as you lower back down, your tongue flicking between her folds, the sweetness painting your tongue in the shades of her core and you're easing into it. The texture of your tongue makes her toes curl, and one of her hands lower, keeping her panties to the side.

"You're really—hah— good at that." Her voice is weak, lashes fluttering and her lips part in a quiet moan, before she's biting down on her bottom lip, eager to keep quiet.

You've got an ego and she'd prefer it unfluffed right now.

"I eat a lot of pudding cups." You murmur, your words slurred and you shift closer, arms hooking around her thighs, locking her in place. And you're wrapping your lips around her clit, sucking idly, your fingertips digging into the fat of Zatanna's thighs.

And your tongue curls just right, and her thighs clamp around your temples, a moan slipping from her lips.

"Oh my God—!" She squeals. "Stop, stop, stop!"

You pull back immediately, eyes wide as you meet her gaze. "Why? What's wrong?"

"You're gonna make me come..."

The panic on your expression gives way to annoyance.

"I'm gonna beat you with your own wand."

And you lower your head back down, tongue flicking and curling, flipping into those pretty infinities that make her eyes roll back.

And she pants, before whimpering out the meekest, 'fuck', and she's coming, clamping down around nothing, and you're lapping at her core.

Messily, lazily.

And when you pull back, the lower half of your face is glossy, catching the light of your bedroom and she pants, heavy lashes fluttering open and those big blue eyes are hazy.

"You good?" You murmur softly, your fingers tugging her panties back into place, and you watch the way her slick makes the panties even darker.

And she nods weakly. "Uh huh..."

"Okay." You clap your hands. "Now, go away. I wanna flick my bean."

"Can I wat—"

"No."

And she groans, already pushing herself up and carrying herself towards the door, glaring at you as she picks her shorts up from the floor.

You settle beneath your covers, grinning at the way she slams your bedroom door shut and you grab your phone from your nightstand.

Before you pause.

.

.

.

"Get your ear away from the wall, you sick fuck."

"Can't I have anything!"

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i just finished your amber fic and o.m.g. I LOVE HER. i don’t understand the hate she gets. when watching the show, whenever she came on screen so did i

GIRL.

I saw a video explaining Amber hate and like... I watched it like, halfway and then, I was like, "Wait, you're a man doing this in your car" and like... Yikes.

And the comments were a bunch of men agreeing???

Like... If you wanna fuck Mark, just say so. No shame in it, a lot of girls wanna do it too.

But I love her so much. I wanna travel the world with her.

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hi!! I'm not asking for you to write anything like right this minute, or even within the next few months, I'm just curious. are you ever going to write for Constantine again? there's a weirdly low amount of fics where it's the comic him and not the 2005 Keanu Reeves him, and while I get the appeal, I just want to read about the scraggly blonde man who probably lives off 40¢ cans of beans. o wow gee this is long, uhhh, love your work it's great the dialogue is funny and seems real and your readers aren't like, dumb generic blonde girls with two braincells fighting for third place. 10/10 I reread at least one of your fics every week.

OKAY. So, I will actually write for Constantine because he's one of my favourites because just like MMMM.

I just know it's bitter. But like, I'll stomach it.

And honestly, when I watched the Keanu Reeves one, I didn't like... I wasn't looking at him. Tilda Swinton as Gabriel??? Changed me forever.

And also, like, I'm REALLY happy you enjoy my fics. I try really hard to make my fics fun for everyone and inclusive because like... When I'd read fics when I was younger...

Yikes. Y/n had my name (apparently) but she had these eyes that reminded him of the ocean??? And trust, it was not because it was vast. And like... There were just a lot of "is this me" moments and I try to avoid that. Because a LOT of the people I've met who read fanfiction, are so funny.

So I try to incorporate that a lot. And characters are probably ooc which, you know, is natural. Not all of us have to agree that Mr Nolan wins Miss Debbie over while performing Milli Vanilli in the front yard.

But that's my truth.

BUT, I really hope that you continue to enjoy what I write and that I manage to keep up to the standard, if not exceed it ❤️

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Tags: [wlw][mdni][established relationship][domestic bliss][blood mention][marriage][accidental anal fingering][*intentional* anal fingering][vibrator usage][oral (f! rec)][prone bone][praise][petnames][little bit of gender dysphoria][dirty talk][like... dirty.][squirting][tw. half beta-read]

"Stop. Starting. Shit."

Rumi's eyes narrow, expression scrunched up in distaste as you flick the water droplets at the ends of your fingers in her face. Each flick, enunciating your words as you soak the washcloth in the warm water, wringing it just enough before you're wiping away the blood from her face.

Warm hands bracket the backs of your thighs as she peers up at you, slumped back against the cistern of the closed toilet. The light dimmed, Rumi's long lashes flutter as she watches you, your brows knitted into a little frown, plush lips tugged downwards at the corners and you don't even meet her eyes.

Staring down at her as you clean away the scuffs and wounds that litter her face, honey toned skin flushing just a bit at the warmth of the cloth, but also, at how gently you're taking care of her.

Manicured fingers cradling her jaw, tipping her face towards you, your thumb absentmindedly stroking the hollow beneath her plump bottom lip.

"S'not like I died." Bad move.

Rumi watches the way your movements halt, breath stuttering in your lungs and you glare at her.

"I'll kill you myself." You grit out, gripping her chin just a bit harder but still, just as gentle. Just more firm. "You keep starting shit with villains. You don't need to goad people, Rumi. In and out. Efficient. Clean. Safe."

You huff, jaw clenching.

"Last time you fucked around and found out, you got stabbed in the ass."

Rumi snorts at the memory. The way she'd been carried home, refusing actual medical care and instead, choosing to go home, and get yelled at for not being careful enough. She'd fallen asleep, cradled against your chest but when she woke up, you'd been dragging your fingers through her silvery hair whilst a doctor stitched the wound.

"It's not funny." You hiss. "That knife could've been dirty. Haven't you seen Hamlet?"

Rumi shrugs, noncommittal as she peers up at you, watching you with keen eyes as you disinfect each of the cuts on her face.

"Why would I watch a boring ass movie if I could just have you tell me what happens?" Her lips cock in that easy grin, but your fingers dig into her cheeks, forcing her lips into a pout.

"Everyone dies." You deadpan. "Laertes dies by a poison tipped sword. Hamlet dies the same way. You see what I'm getting at?"

She watches you and there isn't a thought behind those crimson pools, irises stretched thin around dilated pupils, rough fingertips tracing patterns against your skin where your shorts had ridden up.

"Wasn't a sword that stabbed me though."

"Rumi!" You groan, exhausted, shoulders slumping. "I'm telling you that you need to be—"

"Yeah, yeah," She waves a hand dismissively, "be careful."

Your lips press into a thin line, eyes narrowing and you press the disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against her skin abruptly, just to hear her wince.

"Don't do that." Your continues to tend to her, the crease between your brows deepens but your voice is quiet and she lets out a quiet breath. Arms wrapping around your middle, pulling you closer and she presses her face against your chest.

Your fingers rake through her hair, snowy strands falling from your grasp like water, and you're careful when you untangle the knots from her hair, your nails scratching against her scalp in all the ways she likes.

And she grinds her teeth, throat muscles vibrating just a bit and she purrs, face tucked away in your chest, the softness of her cheeks brushing against the swells of your breasts. Obscured from view by the ratty, old 'Pro Hero: Mirko' T-shirt you refuse to toss.

Edges frayed, stains left behind from hot oil and random, stray threads.

And her hands scale up the backs of your thighs, the warmth of your body luring her like some kind of siren song and her fingertips sink into the fat of your ass.

And she inhales the sweetness of your skin.

"You smell nice." She mumbles softly, before tipping her head back, chin resting against your sternum and you push her hair out of her face, clearing the strands that reflect the golden light of the bathroom so prettily.

And you hum softly.

"I used your lotion." And she lets out a sleepy giggle at your words, her ears twitching, resting languidly at the sides of her head and you trail your fingers along the soft fur, feeling the way her chest heaves, breath stuttering in her lungs.

And Rumi's skin goes warm.

"Don't touch my ears." Her voice is quiet, barely audible over the sound of raindrops pelting outside the bathroom window. "Drives me crazy when you do that."

And you shift, peeking down her back to where that puffball tail's twitching, wagging erratically from side to side and your brows raise.

"Is that cause you're pissed off?" You hum quietly, and Rumi shakes her head, before pulling back, ruby irises dark and she swallows, her tongue swiping across her plump bottom lip.

"Can we—"

"—If you eat first."

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.

.

Your gaze flickers to the way Rumi's head tips back, jaw slack and snores slipping from her, the carrot in her hand held with an iron grip and she lets out a deep breath, slumping even further against the mountain of pillows behind her.

And you sigh, expression softening and heart swelling at the way she shifts, face tucking itself into your pillow but she just keeps snoring.

Downright demonic sounds leaving her. And you snort, reaching for the half-eaten carrot in her hand, stifling your laughter at the way the veins in the back of her hand bulge beneath her sunkissed skin, her grip tightening.

"Greedy." You murmur softly, raking your fingers through her hair before you dip your head, soft lips ghosting over her temple and you flick off the light, shuffling into the spot beside her.

A heavy leg tossed across your belly instantly, her chin on your shoulder and her head tipped back, and it really feels like she's snoring at you.

Eyes fluttered shut, lips parted and ears twitching, and you sigh.

The urge to poke her uvula burns at you, your finger itching but you've seen Rumi bite a carrot in half without even trying.

So you swallow, your eyes shutting and you try to sleep.

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You don't know how many hours pass, but it's still dark out.

The moon's high in the star-studded sky, endless darkness stretching over the city and Rumi's face is tucked into your chest, her body pressed against yours. Thick, muscular legs entangled with yours, fuzzy socks tickling the backs of your calves and she stirs.

Abruptly. Violently, even.

"Baby, baby," Rumi taps your shoulder like it's an emergency, and you inhale sharply, disorientated as you peer up at her, "Huh? What's happening? What's going on?"

There's drool trickling down your bottom lip, there's crust in the corners of Rumi's eyes and she's barely awake.

"M'awake." She breathes out. "Let's do sex."

Your lashes flutter, and your expression scrunches in disbelief before you groan, shifting and turning away from Rumi.

"Bunny, 's..." You trail off, before lifting your phone, glancing at the time displayed on your lockscreen, "it's... 3am. We're not 'doing sex'."

A muscular arm curls around your waist, her hips pressing against yours and she pulls you closer.

"You don't even hafta do anythin'..." She slurs, breath hot against your skin. "Jus'... Go to sleep.."

Your brows furrow, and you shift. "What?" And Rumi snores, loud. Eyes shut, lashes fluttering and twitching and you groan, face tucked into your pillow, inhaling the scent of Rumi's shampoo because she manages to push you off it halfway through the night.

Every night.

And you shift, nearly yelping as something cold, hard and damp brushes against your thigh, and you shift, lifting the covers and it takes your eyes a while to adjust to the carrot tucked beneath your thigh.

"Oh, fucks' sake." You mumble, reaching down and you pick up the condensation-coated veggie, before setting it down on your nightstand.

You turn in her arms, leg hooking itself around her hip and Rumi nuzzles against you, nose twitching and her hands shift, tucking themselves into the back of your panties, cradling the warm fat of your ass. And you let out a sleepy sob.

"Rumi..." You complain. "Your hands are cold."

And she just shifts, hands tucked away and you sigh, letting out a sleepy and dejected sigh, before sinking your fingers into her hair, threading through the moonlit strands.

"Nevermind."

And it's quiet. So still and peaceful, breaths mingling and heartbeats steady.

And your eyes flicker open.

"Rumi, get your finger away from my ass."

.

.

.

.

"Rumi!"

And she giggles. "S'tight."

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"Oh god..." Your voice cracks, cheek pressed against the warmth of Rumi's chest, her finger buried in the tight, furled hole of your ass and your hands fist the fabric of her tanktop.

Her finger pumps slowly, the methodical curls against the soft and sensitive walls have your brain melting, face tucked between the soft swells of her breasts, your ears burning hot.

And she hums.

Rumi's awake. And very, very ready to knock you out.

Her hand's buried between your thighs, one of them hiked up over her hip, middle finger nestled in your ass while her pudgy thumb circles your swollen clit, tracing down your leaking slit and dipping narrowly into your aching core.

"Awh, baby," Rumi teases, "you're so wet 'n needy, aren't you?"

Her voice is a low, husky coo, her thumb tracing along your sloppy folds, pressing down against your clit when she feels the little bud twitch against her.

And she pulls away. And you're needy.

Panting out hot breaths, your fingers bitten by the chilly cold and she tuts you, gently, shifting until she's hovering over you, her tongue dragging along the shell of your ear. And you swallow.

Your brain feels practically useless. Just a clump of cells and neurons, their legs asplayed like tiny, microscopic whores.

And she gently rucks up the fabric of your shirt, and she hums.

"I can't believe you paid to get a signed T-shirt." She mumbles under her breath, crimson gaze flickering towards your face and you hum quietly.

"Was on sale."

"You could've gotten any of your T-shirts signed for free."

And you bite your bottom lip. "Technically, it was free. I used your money."

And those full, pretty lips purse in contemplation before she shrugs. "I didn't think of it that way."

Rumi's lips press soft kiss and nips against your skin, lips trailing down your torso, down your sternum and she glances down towards where your thighs are parted obscenely, cunt glistening.

And she sighs.

"Such a pretty, pretty pussy." Her voice is a purr, ears twitching and tail flicking as she dips her head, her tongue swiping over your hood before she shifts her body. The tip of her tongue starting right at the bottom of your entrance, before she curls it, all the way to the top.

And you moan.

Your fingers sinking into her hair, pushing back those silvery strands, and you hold her hair into a ponytail, feeling the way the tresses tickle your palms and Rumi peers up at you through her lashes.

Head lowering and her tongue flat against your clit.

Just to feel the way you twitch.

"Play with my ears." She murmurs, and you don't wait, fingers stroking along the softness of her fur and she moans.

Lips finding purchase around your puffy clit, before she's sucking so earnestly, hands roaming up your sides, cupping your breasts and brushing her thumbs along your buds until their peak.

Stiff beneath her thumbs as she keeps lapping at your cunt.

"You taste so sweet, honey." She coos. "So perfect, so pretty. So mine."

Her nose and chin are covered in your slick, tongue making those tight circles until she feels your thighs against her temples. You're scratching her ears, her brain's a mess and all she wants, is to feel the way your cunt squeezes around her tongue.

The wet muscle wriggles around in your hole, textured surface brushing along your walls and her nose bumps against your cunt.

You glance towards her back, arched so prettily, tail flicking from side to side and your nose is filled with that sweet, sweet scent of pheromones.

You don't need to look to know she's soaking through her panties, hips writhing and twitching against nothing, the fabric of her panties taut around the curves of her ass.

And you're staring, entranced. Fingers tracing along those bunny ears, that you barely even notice when you're coming.

Not until your eyes are squeezing shut and Rumi's flicking her tongue against your clit, nose pushing up that pretty hood so she can make better contact. And you're soaking the sheets, slick on her face and she lifts her head, lashes batting.

And she's reaching over you, into the nightstand and pulling out that 9 inch strap that has you choking on air each time she uses it.

Rumi adjusts the harness like it's what she was born to do, and she's gently (not really) flopping you onto your belly, grabbing pillows and stuffing them beneath your hips until you're forced into a mean arch.

Your body soft and pliable beneath her as she reaches back into the nightstand, until she's pulling out a wand. Gaze lowered towards the buttons and she flicks it on, gently sliding it under you.

The soft, rubbery head right against your clit and your lips part, feeling the way she notches that silicone tip against your cunt.

And she slides in, in one easy movement.

Her elbows braced on either side of you, knees dimpling the mattress and her arm hooks around your throat, bicep bulging against your cheek.

And she fucks.

Mean, deep strokes, her hips colliding with the fat of your ass, the room filling with lewd, slick sounds and the buzz of a vibrator that's placed so perfectly that each time she fucks into you, that wand is there to catch you.

Knocking the wind out of you, but catching you nonetheless.

"Fuck," she breathes out, "you're always so fuckin' pretty when you're taking this strap." Her lips press against your temple, panted breaths ghosting over your features and your eyes glaze over.

"Always slides right in, doesn't it, honey?" She sighs, almost dreamily. "Sometimes I wish I had a dick, jus' so I could feel what that nasty pussy feels like."

Her tongue drags along your ear, hips smacking against yours.

"So, I could fuck you nasty for real."

All you're doing is drooling. So fucked out that your hips are twitching with your next orgasm. It builds. Like a fucking tidal wave, your breaths panted and you're pushing your ass back against her, only to be slammed back against that vibrator.

Rumi's thighs flex with each brutal pistol, tits pressed against your back and God. This muscular, 5 foot 2 woman is wrecking you in a way that would make men envious.

And you're coming. Nails digging into her forearm, lashes fluttering and clumped as your eyes roll back in your head, and Rumi stops, instead, grinding that silicone tip against that gooey spot that she could navigate from 3 streets away, keeping you pressed against that vibrating wand until your moans are turning into screams.

And you're thrashing like some kind of feral animal.

"Fuck, that's it." She grins wolfishly. "Come some more. Soak these fuckin' sheets."

You squirt.

Leaking through the sheets, nearly giving the toy water damage as you shake, your thighs coated in your slick and your brain effectively shut off.

And Rumi sighs in delight, pulling out of you and she looks down at where your cunt trickles messily, and she turns off the toy.

Moving your body like you weigh nothing, discarding the strap and she steps out of the sodden puddle that is her panties, before resting back against the headboard, thighs on either side of you.

"You gonna get me off too, pretty?" Her voice is so saccharine, long lashes fluttering as she watches the way you shift closer to her, legs still shaky and you nod weakly.

"Mhm." You murmur, hands moving to spread her inner thighs further apart.

And Rumi sighs, melting against the headboard when she feels the way your tongue moves between her puffy pussy lips, her hand moving to cradle the back of your neck, the other pushing her hair out of her face.

Honey toned skin flushed from exertion. And she coos at the way your tongue curls just right, and her head tips back.

"You wan' me to spread it for you?" She questions sweetly and you nod, jaw going slack when you watch her pretty fingers spread her folds, sensitive flesh bared for your eyes and your eyes alone.

And her muscular thighs tense when you dip your head once more, circling her clit so earnestly, your fingers digging into the thickness of her thighs, massaging the muscles so adoringly.

This makes her so happy that she's a woman. The way your cheeks flush and your nose glistens whenever it bumps against her sloppiness.

Her fingers card through your hair gently, blunt nails scratching at your scalp and she bites her bottom lip, watching with avid eyes as you dip your tongue into her cunt.

And her ears twitch.

"You're such a sweet girl for me." She sighs softly, mocha-toned thighs trembling on either sides of your head.

"Such a good girl for mommy."

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Wtf do you mean I've been writing since 2am, and it's now 4:50am and I'm not fw this plot?

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When I tell you, I've been ran through by EVERYONE in this fic?? I mean it.

Meet the Islanders | LOVE ISLAND JAPAN: The Celebrity Edition ⋆.˚⟡

Introducing... 「The Sly」 Mei Mei !!!!!!!

"Well," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder with elegant flair, "I'm Mei Mei. Though I'm sure most of you know me from my reality show." Her sharp eyes scan the group, lingering a moment too long on each person. "I've been in front of cameras since I was little, so this?" She gestures around the villa. "This is just like home." "Of course," Mei Mei continues with a practiced smile, "I'm also a successful businesswoman and philanthropist. I believe in making the most of... opportunities."

Introducing... 「The Bright」 Yuki Tsukumo !!!!!!!!!

"I'm Yuki," she announces with refreshing directness, her pink eyes bright and challenging. "Olympic gymnast turned professional athlete. You might've seen me in sports broadcasts or advertisements, but unlike some," her gaze flicks briefly to Mei Mei, "I earned my spotlight through years of training and competition." "I believe in being real," Yuki continues, her energy infectious despite the underlying tension. "Whether that's on the competition floor or here in the villa. What you see is what you get with me."

You're a budding new popstar who got selected to be in Love Island Japan: The Celebrity Edition!

On a "slice of paradise named Bara Island, located just off the coast of Thailand where you'd be spending the next couple months in search of love amongst a bunch of celebrities. Well...not just a bunch, but THE bunch. The cream of the celebrity crop, and somehow you were now considered among them."

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A packed cast of heartthrobs all with different goals and ideas!

Cameras following your every move for fans eagerly watching!!

Shared beds for each "couple"?!?

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Step onto the island in this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure and discover where love might lead you!!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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