#Followed by Melissa

[pushing500]

I can see that Jut grew on You like a fungus.

He just a lil' mushroom man :3

[kcyars520]

[fandominstability]

I know nothing and care nothing about football but I hope the Eagles win the Superbowl so Melissa Schemmenti will be happy

[screamsortega]

such a whore;

summary: sam fucking you, that’s basically it.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, degradation, choking, doggy style, hair pulling, strap on, crying, cursing (if that’s even needed as a warning)

pairing: samantha carpenter x fem!reader

i cannot force you to not read but if you are under the age of 18 please don’t.

sam was unapologetic in the way she had fucked you tonight, your body couldn’t even compete with hers.

the silicone cock was pounding into your dripping space, the more she thrusted into you, the more you could feel the heat between your thighs.

her hand reached up to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you pathetically whimpered in response.

“you love it when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” sam groaned into your ear, “such a fucking slut.”

you could feel tears welting in your eyes from how good she was pounding into you.

your head flew toward as sam let go of your hair, your knuckles turning white due to how hard you were gripping the sheets.

your orgasm grew closer and closer, and sam knew because of the loud noises and pornographic moans that were escaping your mouth.

you wanted to tell her how much you loved the way she filled you up with her cock, but you just couldn’t. the amount of things you were feeling was so much that it was hard to even breathe let alone speak.

“you’re taking me so well,” sam panted, thrusting in and out of you even harder and faster than before. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

you only moaned in response, earning a slap to your ass from sam. “answer me,” sam spoke, grabbing a fistful of your hair again. “tell me how good i make you feel, how much you want to cum.”

“so good, sam,” you responded, barely able to form a full sentence. “i want to cum — so badly, please.”

a hand crept up to your throat, your orgasm rushing in as everything went fuzzy.

“you liked being choked?” sam smirked, “such a fucking whore for me.”

authors note;

this was my first smut so hopefully it’s good, feel free to leave suggestions or request. i’ll possibly make a prompt list soon

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Just came up with the most beautiful fic plot. Characters A and B like each other. Character C knows they like each other but has been sworn to secrecy on the matter by both parties. A and B will both often separately ask C to help them spend time with each other by doing things like making plans for the three of them, then cancelling at the last minute, or asking them to go run an errand for them, or conveniently sending them to the same location on the same day.

[magicianarcana]

melissa following shauna around with puppy dog eyes like “everyone else thinks youre fucking insane but i think you’re beautiful 🥺🥺” is real lesbian television

[sharonccrter]

By far my favourite dynamic within the team has gotta be Mel and Frank. I really love the how supportive he is of her.

[charlottesweetly]

Charlotte made lil toilet roll guys

[black-arcana]

Ad Infinitum ➢ Follow Me Down [✧]

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Okay okay, you all might've noticed I'm hyperfixating on 2010 Spartacus again. Here are some scattered thoughts on it, and also a desperate attempt to get my followers to watch it.

This show was so ahead of its time, guys. If this show came out today, the fandom would be insane I'm telling you. A Starz original series about slaves starting an uprising that's literally all about mostly naked men fighting and killing each other in the most brutal, bloody, hyper-masculine ways, but then also fucking each other and no one bats an eye because it's Rome? And also the main gay couple are the only characters that live at the end??? And go start a goat farm?? It's like an uno reverse bury your gays. It's a bury your straights. Bury your everyone but the gays.

Alright a decent amount of gays die as well, but not the mains!!

The fandom would be in the trenches. There would be Barca/Auctus vs Barca/Pietros ship wars. We'd be rioting over the Ashur reboot right now because it's not the nagron on their goat farm show we all wanted. I'm telling you this shit would rival Our Flag Means Death in its cultural impact.

I mean, it's also a pretty poignant show with great themes on freedom and humanity as well, but that's a whole other post.

[screamsortega]

hi babess! may i request prompt 72 with ethan landry?

yes omg, i love this w ethan 🙏

smut prompt 72;

“your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing (?), cheating (?)

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

you were walking in the halls of your college, scrolling on your phone as you were making your way to your next class before you were practically yanked into an empty and unused classroom. “what the fu- ethan?”

“sorry,” ethan began, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. “it’s just, i couldn’t keep you off of my mind.”

his lips then smashed into yours, his hands lingering on your hips. “ethan,” you spoke in between kisses, “ethan.” you laughed.

“what?” he smirked.

“someone could walk in.”

“not if the door is closed,” ethan said, trying to reason with you. “i promise to be quick, please?”

you stood there for a minute, contemplating on whether or not you wanted to risk being seen, especially since almost everyone knows your boyfriend and wouldn’t hesitate to tell him. your lips connect with his once again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he picks you up and sits you on the desk.

ethan’s lips wandered all over your neck, his hands now going up your skirt, pulling off your panties. his hand lingers back to your space, inserting two fingers as you pathetically whimper at the contact.

“shit, e.”

your guys’ lips connect once again, ethan’s fingers exit your space as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, allowing him better access.

not even 20 seconds later he is now thrusting in and out of you as fast as he can. “fuck, eth-”

“shh, princess, don’t want the other students to hear us now.”

the bell had rang, “ethan i’m — i’m late to class.” you spoke breathlessly.

ethan didn’t respond, he just continued to pound into you so perfectly. “you — you said you’d be quick.”

“i didn’t say how quick, now did i?” he smirked, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

his hands slowly glide up your shirt, cupping your breasts as you throw your head back in pleasure. “fuck, ethan i’m-”

“i know, me too.”

after you both release, you pull your panties back up and fix your hair as he puts his pants back on. you grab your phone and bag, heading towards the door as ethan speaks up. “oh, y/n?”

“yeah?”

“your boyfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

a smirk appears on your face as you unlock the door and exit to your class.

© screamsortega — 2023 | i do not give you permission to copy, paste, or translate any of my work.

[randomfoggytiger]

"You Follow Your Heart, and It'll Take You Where You're Supposed to Go"

Happy belated birthday, @thursdayinspace! Hope this little post-cancer arc fic hits the spot~.

*****

Scully could think about it, now that the danger was past.

She luxuriously meditated in the quiet hours, stretching her aching limbs under layers of silk and satin, linen and patches until the bed became too constricting and her apartment too lonely; then, she toted that thought with her to Mulder’s apartment where he would greet her with etched worry lines and a wisecrack for her especial amusement. She’d been tempted to open the topic with him-- to take advantage of this freeness that floated heady and relieved and excited between them. But she sensed her partner’s toppled equilibrium: he, too, was still healing. 

Instead, she tucked up her feet and leaned back her head and closed her eyes and started, again, from the beginning. 

Cancer-- a word second only to tumor in its ugliness. Her nose would bleed, she would call Mulder, and they would force Skinner’s permission to investigate her disease as a case. She would still call her mother. 

Melissa, Scully decided, would have called her first. Her older sister, always right behind little Dana during the best and worst moments of their lives, always inescapably in-tune with her tragedies-- With your spirit, Dana, Missy'd said once when both girls were still mystified by the unknown. 

Melissa would have called, forced the truth out of her, and insisted on driving or flying or backpacking to the facility where she’d been treated. Would have brought blankets and teas and improbable potions, and would have scolded and ranted about Scully having already given up. “You’re still alive, Dana. You’re here because you want to live-- why aren’t you fighting this?” And they would have fought and been impossible; and Melissa would have voiced their fear openly. She, too, would have trusted and hoped in Scanlon. 

Penny would've died, and Scully would've determined to survive; and Melissa would have arrived with their mother in the morning to drive her home. Scully, a dreamland away, could feel her sister’s gentle grip and hear her whispered “Welcome back” as Maggie efficiently packed up the room and dashed at a tear. 

The months would flow by in fits and starts, work and immunotherapy and denial consuming most of her time. Mulder and Missy would eat up the rest. Dog years and weekly sister nights and Navy brother birthday cards would pepper her existence, would justify her blithe acceptance of Eddie van Blundht’s friendly farce. 

B-L-U-N-D-H-T. What would her sister have thought of that? Scully inhaled sharply; held, then released her breath slowly. She’d never have told Melissa.

Her musings were usually cut short. Today, it was the scuffle of Mulder’s socks.

She knew he’d seen her when his noises stopped and he began to pad, not drag, his feet across the floor. Deciding to save him the trouble of natural assumptions and stifled steps, Scully popped open one eye, looked up at him keenly. 

“Catch some beauty sleep?” Mulder teased-- a decent cover, if his grin hadn't widened with awed gratitude. The inconvenience of her convalescence seemed so small compared to life’s rediscovered joys. 

“Mm, a nice one,” Scully admitted; and let her eyes slip close to catch a lingering glimpse of Melissa’s smile.

*****

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic.

[amazingbananabread]

!!request: how about drawing an interaction of our ranfren ocs? (っ'ヮ'c)

(I cannot design or draw interactions i swear-)

I wish i could drew more like having Mary Lum Lampe interacting with Darla (spoiler alert: very smol) or Darla seeing the Wandering Horse in the backyard but dkjdmdkek

I tried

[jiminysjournal]

Just some final predictions before the S3 premiere:

Shauna and Melissa will have a thing, with Melissa and Gen being in a rough patch.

Gen will be strongly-hinted at being (if not revealed to be) Pit Girl. Wasn't she the one who both made the "stereo" remark and accused Misty of killing Kristen (one of those might’ve been Melissa; I can’t remember, for sure)?

Also, Pit Girl will be be right before the rescue. As in, she didn’t need to die. That close to it.

Hilary Swank is playing adult Melissa. And she’s out for revenge, partly blaming Shauna, due to their affair. That being said, they may reignite it.

[karihighman]

YAY FOR MELISSA GETTING 1 MILLION ON IG 👸🙌

[misshollowayss]

so i just watched hm in its whole entirety bc the bf and i are trying to get into the paul and emma headspace for writing ( him paul / me emma ) and all i have to say is wtf did i watch??? with: @strlitetheatre