#I would hop around all dayyy

[his-kiss-the-riot-starts]

:O YESS PLEASEEE! BC FROGS DONT HAVE TO TAKE IGCSE’S!!

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

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You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!�� You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

[negasonicteenagemess]

Slippery Slope || peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Request: hey :) so could you write something where read and peter are dating and it’s either summer break or christmas break or something and reader goes on a family vacation where brad is (he doesn’t know her and brad are cousins) and he gets super sad and jealous and when he sees snaps of them together so when she gets back he’s like ignoring her until she snaps and is like peter wtf and he accuses her of cheating w her cousin and it’s like a funny wtf moment

hi... sorry for not posting in like five months. I haven’t really been in a peter vibe and i think i accidentally turned into a theater kid because I listen to musicals now

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Peter sat on his bed, bored out of his mind as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, you name it, Peter was on it. He bit his lip going back to his messages again to see whether or not Y/N had sent a text that he missed. When he opened their messages, he wasn’t surprised when he noticed the lack of a response from her as she is on vacation after all. She went all the way to New Jersey for some family thing. If Peter was being honest, he wasn’t really listening.

He groaned in annoyance, closing the app and tapping on Snapchat. Sighing, he swiped over to where his friends’ stories were, Y/N’s being the first in his line of site. He quirked his eyebrow, curious as to why his girlfriend can’t text him but has time to post on her story.

He tapped on the small icon above her name to see a picture of Y/N…and Brad together at the beach. “What!” He yelped sitting up, looking at his phone as if he saw some unearthly entity, again.

Why the hell was she with Brad at the beach? He wondered what was going on as he got a notification. His phone dinged, finally receiving a text from Y/N that read, “I’ve been at the beach all dayyy what’ve you been up to? :)”

Peter scoffed, locking his phone and hopping out of his bed to practically throw his suit on. He shook his head as he pulled the infamous red mask over his head, flattening his curls in the process. He glanced over at the backpack on his desk chair already prepped for school starting in almost a week. Shaking his head and dreading the thought of having to see Brad with Y/N again, Peter jumped out his window ready to help the citizens of New York once again.

Y/N returned home the Sunday before her first day of school. Like every high school student, she was cramming all of her summer homework into that afternoon with the thought of her boyfriend not speaking to her for a week. Six months of talking to each other nearly every day halted last week, and Y/N had no idea why.

She just wanted everything to go back to normal as she had no idea why Peter was ignoring her. She went to her messages, immediately tapping on Peter’s name. All of the messages she had sent in the past week had no replies other than the small ‘read’ under her words. She bit her lip, nervously typing a response yet again.

‘hey peter. I hate not talking to you. I’m sorry if I upset you or something. please call me, I miss you’

Y/N read over the message recognizing how pathetic it must have sounded but disregarded that as she knew that feeling didn’t compare to losing her boyfriend while she pressed the send button. Anxiously waiting for a response, all she could do was look at the message and wait for a response. Minutes passed and Y/N saw the small word that made her heart ache slightly. A bubble with three dots appeared making her heart flutter, but that flutter quickly diminished.

Read 5:37pm.

She closed her eyes, letting a small breath escape her lips as she locked her phone and proceeded to do her assignments.

Peter bit his lip when he slipped his phone into his pocket. “I just don’t get why she was kanoodling with him at the beach.”

He threw the ball in his hand against the wall, prepped to catch it again. “Maybe they’re just friends,” Ned offered, scribbling down half-assed answers to the summer reading.

“Okay, but if she went to Jersey for what she said was a supposed family thing then why was Brad there?” Peter questioned as he caught the ball and stared at his friend who was sitting on the bed in Peter’s room.

“Oh my god,” Peter spoke quietly, dropping the red ball onto the ground next to his desk chair before covering his face with his hands in realization. “What?” Ned asked now looking at his best friend with concern.

“She’s totally cheating on me,” he spoke softly as he turned in his chair to face the bed. “Woah Peter,” Ned exclaimed, “I don’t think she’s cheating on you. It’s Y/N we’re talking about. She’d never do that to you.” 

“But what other explanation could there be?” Peter groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. “I-I would never do that with MJ without telling her.”

Ned scoffed, “yeah but that’s completely different because you dated MJ.” Peter mumbled a short ‘yeah’ as he absentmindedly spun in the chair. “Just talk to her man. Maybe you’ll find an explanation then,” Ned suggested, picking up his pencil to begin focusing on his homework yet again. Peter sat in his thoughts for a minute, maybe his best friend was right after all. 

The next day at school, Y/N decided to wear a cute outfit for the first day. It was an outfit that Peter helped her pick out, and she completely forgot that until she approached her new locker. She sighed after entering in the combination a billion times without any success. “Need some help,” Brad questioned as he noticed the disheveled girl. 

Y/N turned to look at him, with desperation clear on her face, “please?” Brad took the paper out of her hands and showed her how to open the metal box. “You have to twist it three times before entering the last number,” he explained as the door popped open. 

“Oh,” she whispered softly, “thanks Brad.” Sadness was evident in her voice as she swung her backpack in front of her to drop off some excess school supplies.

 “Has he talked to you at all?” He spoke quietly, putting a supportive hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, looking down, “he hasn’t even texted me back.”

He pulled the sad girl into his arms, knowing that this past week has been rough on her.

“I don’t even know what I did,” her voice muffled into his shirt. Across the hall, Brad saw the boy she was talking about alongside his best friend. 

Peter made eye contact with the teenager who had his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. Not wanting Y/N to notice him, Brad put a hand on her head to keep her there, but to also show comfort. 

“He’s such a fucking idiot,” Brad spoke loudly to make sure that Peter could hear him. The hero looked away, not wanting to witness the scene any longer. Clenching his jaw, Brad pulled away and immediately softened his features when he saw Y/N. 

She pulled out her phone to look at the time with a small amount of hope that dissipated when she saw she didn’t have any notifications from Peter. “The bell’s gonna ring soon. Better walk to class early in case I get lost.” She chuckled lightly as a small smile made its way onto her lips.

The day went by slowly with the standard first day business. Syllabus after syllabus and ‘get to know me’ activities that seemingly had no end.

Lunch was the sweet escape that the upperclassmen thrived in while the new freshmen had struggles navigating to find a seat.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite guy at Midtown,” Brad spoke sarcastically, swinging his arm around Peter’s shoulders roughly as he took a seat next to him. Peter closed his eyes, trying to ignore the situation as much as he possibly could. “What do you want?” He muttered, now glaring at him. 

“I wanna know why you’ve been a total dick to Y/N,” he smiled bitterly, clearly showing the anger within him. Peter scoffed, pushing Brad away from him gently.

 “Why do you want to know so badly?” He grumbled. Ned sat there across from the two, eating his food quietly as he watched the scene unfold. “Because you hurt her, Parker. And we both know she, of all people, doesn’t deserve that,” Brad spoke, his tone serious. 

“How can you be so sure about that? She was probably too busy making out with you to talk to me,” Peter exclaimed, emphasizing his point with flailing his hands about. “Maki-what?” Brad now started laughing, standing up to get a better view of Peter, who was much shorter than him. “You really are stupid, aren’t you?” 

“What?” Peter questioned confused with his angry tone lacing through. Brad shook his head, putting a hand on the smaller boy’s shoulder. 

“Y/N, she’s my cousin. You dumb piece of shit,” Brad scoffed. Suddenly, Peter’s eyes widened as everything started to make sense. A vague memory from over the summer that he had forgotten suddenly resurfaced. 

“Yeah, my mom and I are gonna meet up with my Aunt and Brad before we go to New Jersey for that stupid reunion,” Y/N spoke as she scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. Peter stopped typing on his laptop to turn and question his girlfriend. 

“Brad?”

Y/N furrowed her brows as she looked at the teenager before her, “yeah. He’s my cousin. I’ve told you this before, Peter. But, for your sake, we were both dead for five years, so I’d forgive you if you’ve forgotten.” 

She chuckled lightly at her statement, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek as he returned to his laptop.

“I-I only remember her talking about you before the whole blip thing. I just completely forgot that you’re basically the same age as us now. Holy shit,” Peter confessed, looking down in shame. 

“God, I’m such an idiot,” he ran his hands over his face as he thought about the past week and how douchy he was acting. “Yeah, you sure are,” Brad commented, crossing his arms while taking a step back. “You better fix this, Peter. I don’t want to see her cry over you again.” He walked away, leaving that side of the cafeteria to find his cousin.

Peter’s heart broke at the thought of Y/N crying. Especially over him. He sat down at his seat feeling utterly defeated. Holding his head in his hands his mind went blank when coming up with solutions. “I don’t know what to do,” he mumbled, looking up at Ned who was concerned for his friend. 

“Okay,” Ned spoke after swallowing a fry, “I have an idea.”

Peter stood at the door, a bouquet of roses in his hand. He let out a breath as he ran through what he was going to say to her. “Okay, Peter. You got this,” he whispered as he pressed the doorbell. 

The wooden door swung open to a slightly distressed teenage girl.

“Hey,” he mumbled with a shy smile. Y/N wiped her face dry, her eyes obviously puffy. “What are you doing here Peter?” She whispered, leaning against the door. 

He sighed, brushing a hand through his dark hair, “apologizing for being such a dick.” She looked down at the floor, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. They stood in silence for a minute.

“Well I’m waiting,” she softly spoke. Peter started with a breath, “I was jealous.” Y/N’s head shot up at the comment, crossing her arms with furrowed brows. “W-What? By who?” She was intrigued now as this was new information. Peter let out a short chuckled, “Brad.”

Y/N was now even more confused at his answer. 

“Yeah. I forgot that he was your cousin. So, I thought you lied to me about the family thing and that you just went to hang out with Brad, and-and cheated on me,” Peter pressed his fingers into his forehead disappointed with himself. “I forgot that the whole blip thing made him go from a middle schooler to a junior in high school,” he sighed with slightly slumped shoulders, “so when you said you were going with Brad, I thought it was like some eleven year old not, not him.”

Peter dryly chuckled as silence returned between the pair. “Why would you think I’d cheat on you?” Y/N asked shyly as she leaned against the door frame with crossed arms but no look of resentment gracing her features. 

“I don’t know,” Peter muttered, looking into her eyes before looking at his shoes, “really I don’t have any idea why because I know you’d never do that.” 

Y/N gave him a tight smile at the comment when he looked in her eyes again.

“This year has been so shitty, Y/N,” he finally broke.

“I-I disappeared for five years, I had to help save the whole universe, then the whole thing in Europe happened and- and everything with Tony,” his voice cracked at the thought. Tears started pouring out of his dark brown eyes as Y/N grabbed his hand to comfort him. “Peter,” she whispered, about to console him but he wasn’t finished.

“I thought the universe was out to get me, you know? With everything I’ve lost, I wouldn’t really be surprised at this point if I lost you too,” he sobbed as Y/N wrapped her arms around him. The flowers were now on the ground, but they were long forgotten.

Peter’s tears spilled onto Y/N’s shoulder while his arms wrapped tightly around her as if it’d be the last time. He felt so relieved to finally be able to hold her again. 

“Thank god you won’t be losing me anytime soon,” she chuckled lightly as she rubbed his back soothingly. Peter’s laugh mimicked her own as he pulled away while wiping his eyes. 

“Oh man, I’m sorry,” he directed towards her wet shirt. He looked down at the ground as if he was trying to remember something, “oh no! The flowers!” He sounded stressed as he bent down to pick them up. 

Y/N smiled at his child like action, “Peter it’s okay. I’m just glad I have my boyfriend back.” Despite their redness, Peter’s eyes glimmered as a grin grew on his face.  

“So, you don’t want to break up with me then?” He spoke, slightly unsure of himself, but growing confident as Y/N beamed. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his. His eyes were wide at the sudden action before he fell back into the standard routine of placing his hands on her hips as their lips moved together. A slight crunch could be heard from plastic on the floor. 

Peter pulled away with his eyes closed and his lips pressed in a fine line, “I dropped the flowers again.” 

“Oh my god,” Y/N giggled as her arm laid on her stomach and the other hand went to her mouth as he bent down. Peter stood up, with his hair slightly ruffled and a big grin on his face. “These are for you. They look kind of beaten though now,” he spoke as he examined the new frailness the roses had. 

“They’re perfect,” she smiled as she took the flowers from his hands. “Come inside before my neighbors see us. We both look like an absolute mess.”

[onlyyyariii]

Crush

Part Three

Final Part

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Ethan 😳: Today's the dayyy

Liana: haha yeah it is

Ethan 😳: it's 5 am for you right?

Liana: yeah it is, isn't it like 2 AM for you? You should get some sleep E.

Ethan 😳: you're going to be here in less than 12 hours. I can't sleep.

Liana: exactly you have 12 hrs! Sleep Ethan I'll be there before you know it

Ethan 😳: you promise you won't forget about me?

Liana: I'll take plenty of pictures on the plane for you. But I do want to get some sleep.

Ethan 😳: You will?? Aw thank you! I'll let you sleep. I should probably get some sleep too.

Liana: You deffff should. I'm not going to meet you when you're tired and not excited.

Ethan 😳: I guess you're right! See you when you get here!

Liana: Byeeeee babe!

I zip up my suitcase and drag it downstairs. I'm meeting Ethan today. I've been talking to him for so many years and I'm already meeting him. I love him, you know? I'm planning on telling him when we meet. He's perfect for me. I love him so much.

"Liana hurry up let's go!"

"Coming mom!"

I hurry down the stairs with my suitcase. Tripping over the last two steps, I fall to the floor.

"Jesus Liana! Slow down, you don't want to break your ankle do you?"

"No Momma."

"Alright then. Take my bag out and put both of them in the back won't you?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"No prob."

I bring our bags out to the car and load them. Getting into the passenger seat, I plug my phone into the Aux cord so my mom and I can jam out on our way to the airport. She walks out, making sure the door is locked. Hopping into the front seat, she starts the car and we're off. We jam to Ariana Grande and Halsey until we get there. We go through baggage claim and then wait to board the flight. It's about nine in the morning. Our flight is at ten. I put my earbuds in as my mom reads a magazine. I don't know how long I'm out for before I'm woken up to board the flight. After we board, I sit in my seat and lean against the window. The flight is approximately five hours and twenty minutes. I watch as we take off and fly above the clouds. Never having flown before, I find myself amazed at what the ground looks like from this high. God I can't wait to see Ethan. A smile finds its way to my lips as I look down in embarrassment. My cheeks flush red. I open my phone and play Ethan's Spotify playlist he recommended I listen to. I have to say, he doesn't have bad taste in music. I usually listen to pop divas, considering myself one of course. He listens to hard rock, rap, and hip hop. If you listen closely to the lyrics of some of the songs they can be very powerful. One night I listened to this song he recommended that made me cry. I had my mom listen to it and she said it was just a bunch of screaming. I suppose she was right but reading the lyrics as you listen to it really makes a difference. I close my eyes after I take a few pictures of the clouds and the ground. When I reopen them we're landing in Cali. I check my phone to see that the time is 3:40. Oh wait this is still New Jersey time. I change it to Cali time to see it's only 12:40. Jeez, we still have the whole day ahead of us. I rub my eyes and fix my hair quickly. I don't want to look like a doofus in front of Ethan.

"Ethan and his mom are at the baggage claim sweetheart."

A big smile appears on my face again, "Okay!"

Ethan Dolan, he's been my friend for years! I'm finally getting to meet him, and.... possibly become his girlfriend. I can not contain my happiness! My mom raises an eyebrow at my bright smile as we walk through our terminal towards the baggage claim.

"Mom I'm just excited to meet Ethan!"

"I know but your face is all red. Are you okay?"

She grabs my face between her hands for a few moments before I tear myself away from her.

"I'm just really excited to meet Ethan."

I stare at her hoping she'll get the jist. Her eyes widen after a few seconds before she blushes as well.

"Right of course."

We make our way to baggage claim and find our bags on the rack.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yeah Ma?"

"Someone looks like they're waiting for you."

I turn around to see Ethan standing a few feet away with his arms open wide and his hands making a grabbing motion. A smile breaks out onto my face again as I sprint to him and jump on him. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Hi Liana!"

"Hi Ethan!"

He rocks us back and forth a few times before setting me back on my feet. His arms stays around my shoulders as we walk back towards his mom and sister. Oh, he didn't tell me his sister would be coming. I feel a kiss being pressed to my forehead. I look at him and smile.

"I want you to meet a few people, alright?"

"Yeah of course."

We walk up to his mom and she wraps me in a tight hug.

"Hello little Liana."

"Hi Momma Dolan."

"It's so nice to meet you love. Ethan here won't shut up about you."

I blush and raise my eyes to Ethan's face. He smiles and wraps me in a hug again.

"Liana this is Emma, this is my best friend Liana."

The girl steps forward to wrap me in a hug. I let my arms wrap gently around her shoulders.

"Lisa's right. Ethan won't shut up about you. You're such a great best friend Liana! Flying all the way out here just to meet Ethan. My parents couldn't afford to send me to Jersey with Ethan so I couldn't go this summer. Luckily he and his mom weren't able to go either."

I thought they were siblings? Who are her parents?

"Oh that's upsetting."

"Yeah what kind of girlfriend would I be if I wasn't able to meet Ethan's best friend, right?"

My eyes widen. Wha- girlfriend? My vision turns glossy. I notice my mom come and stand beside me.

"Hi I'm Ms Summers, you must be Cameron, Lisa, and Ethan."

"Oh no I'm Emma, Ethan's girlfriend."

"Oh," my mom glances at my face, "it's nice to meet you Emma."

He has a girlfriend? Since when? Why didn't he tell me?

*******

Here’s a little bonus picture

Liana posted this on her snap story before boarding the plane to California.

Taglist: @blindedbythelightt @grantzarrr @fangdolan

[subconfessions]

Day 12

Soooo it’s now been 23 days and 1265 edges since my last orgasm. The bigger those numbers get the more and more desperate I am just constantly. Constantly. It’s getting to the point where if I think about it too much I can almost feel myself edging. Eeeks

The next morning began like most mornings hehe me trying to get Daddy outta bed so I could get my coffee. This morning had been a bit quicker getting it, but I had forgotten about a blog post I had due before noon, thankfully I had managed to get it written and posted in time – similarly to what I’m doing this morning heh.

After my blog was posted, I left for a few hours to go help my family with some work. But once back home, I hopped on Skype with Daddy to get started on my edges. Before I was even started Daddy had me put my clover clamps on, I started edging, but as soon as I got to eight Daddy told me to get into position 8 – kneeling and holding the clamps in my mouth. This position definitely bites, it’s gotten a little bit easier because I’ve done it more and more, but that does nottt make it any less painful. Eventually the pain becomes pretty static, with the clamps pulling my tits up to get the chain in my mouth. But then Daddy told me I could go back to normal, and usuallyyyyy Daddy says to drop them… so…. IIIIIII decided it would be a fantastic idea to not drop them. Because ouch. And Daddy didn’t specifically say toooo.

That was a mistake.

As soon as I did it I knew

Because since we were on Skype Daddy was watching and quickly asked me how we get out of position 8. My heart dropped cause I knew I was in trouble. And I knew I should’ve dropped them, because that’s the only way Daddy has had me get out of position 8. So Daddy put me back in position and told me he was going to leave me there for awhile to teach me an important lesson.

Daddy left me there for 8 minutes, and it was really stinging at the end, since I’d already had them on for 8 edges and the other position 8. Sitting there waiting made me feel incredibly submissive, I had no idea how long Daddy was going to leave me there, and when he let me know it was half way, it was half helpful because I knew the end was coming, but I hadn’t kept track of how much time had past. After the 8 minutes had passed Daddy told me to drop the chain, and of course I did because I definitely learned my lesson, and ouch ouch ouch that was the most painful drop yet.

Daddy let me take the clamps off nicely and I’ll never get over looking at the marks the clamps leave behind, especially the clover clamps. But I went back to edging my pussy was soaked after all that torment to my nipples. Daddy teased me a bit about my far away orgasm, and when I got to the end Daddy had me stop and play ouchie. I pouted a little because my nipples were already so sore, but went and grabbed my nice clamps and put them on and ripped em off. Nine yoinks and Daddy let me go back to edging, with my newly resensitized nipples.

And Daddy wasn’t done tormenting my tits for the night hehe

I finished up my edges pretty quickly, it was easier after playing and getting all worked up and throughout just feeling more and more submissive with the games Daddy was playing with me. I finished my fifty edges and Daddy told me his mean reward he had for me, I was to wear my tack bra till I asked to be tucked in for the night. Instantly I felt really little, having to ask to be tucked in, and just the idea of being tucked in itself makes me feel little and fuzzy inside. But I was also feeling real submissive because now I had to wear my tack bra for what would probably be 6 hours, with tacks pressing on my already verrryyyyy sensitive nipples.

Later in the day I decided I needed to bug Daddy about maybe taking coffee with me to work the next day. I didn’t want to drink it before Daddy had hisss but I wanted to have it there for when he was up. But of course Daddy wanted something out of it, can’t get treats without earning them. Eventually he told me I could bring coffee if I could convince the other sub from our group chat to give up his tea for the whole day. Yikes. As soon as Daddy suggested it I knew the other sub would never go for it hehe he values his tea wayyyy too much to give it up for my cup of coffee.

But

Stranger things have happened. Like when the other sub/dom from the group chat wore her tack bra for me to work so I could keep Toothless out of the box.

So I asked him, and once he responded he was like “for the wholeee dayyy?” and “for one cup of coffee??”. After explaining my dilemma he laughed at my torment. He definitely doesn’t feel pitty for me ever haha, any task I tell him about he laughs at, even my denial he told me it wasn’t so bad. But he does tell me that I impress him with the tasks that I do manage to accomplish.

But he was not so impressed that he was willing to give his tea up for the day. Instead he asked me about my rule, and asked if tea applied to my rule. And technically the rule card I made for it, says no coffee until sir has some. Nothing about tea. So he convinced me to just get tea instead, and see what happened when I told Daddy about it in the morning. I think he was really excited to see if this got me in trouble hehe he hasn’t had any opportunities to tattle on me but I’m sure he’ll jump on the first chance.

(Spoiler alert: Daddy didn’t say a word when I told him I got tea instead)

For the rest of the day it was pretty much business as usual, except I had the tacks pressing into my tits constantly, trying my absolute hardest to not need to bend and pick things up.

Eventually I was ready for bed and asked Daddy to tuck me in, I got all roped and plugged, and Daddy told me to take out the tacks and tucked me all in, I showed Daddy the marks quickly before getting back in bed and sending Daddy his goodnight video. Falling asleep very happy and little with all my stuffies.

The next day I had to wake up and go to work for the first time in forever, so no bugging Daddy for coffee. But I did make myself some tea hehe but in all honesty it was not the same as coffee, never has been. But it at least helped a little bit. Couldn’t help but feel a little guilty drinking it though knowing I was kind of skirting around Daddy’s rulesss oopsss

But once I got home, I still had edges and a blog post to write. I procrastinated for a tiny bit but then got started on my edges, I got two in and skipped three on accident and Daddy was quick to catch my miscount and have me start over. Yikes I haven’t miscounted in awhile, and usually I repeat numbers because I don’t wanna skip one on accident. Daddy had me put my medium plug in for the rest of the night, and Daddy questioned me about how horny I was and why and then why I was feeling so submissive, and for some reason these questions made me squirm a little bit. It made me really kind of think of why I was horny and why I was feeling submissive. But really I’m always feeling horny cause of these edges and completing tasks all day, it keeps me feeling submissive and little and horny for a good 75% of my day, and even when I just get that little reminder from wearing my collar, It just makes me feel submissive and puts me back into that headspace a bit.

I started finishing up my edges, and Daddy was messing around with the other sub/dom from the group chat hehe I think it’s funny watching his emoji’s change depending on whatever they’ve been doing. And we talked for a bit about the groupchat and how he has his exercises and calorie counting to do.

I was allowed to smoke for a bit that night throughout our chatting, and eventualllyyyy I fell asleep. Without finishing my blog post or doing any of my bedtime tasks.

But what was really sweet was that Daddy sent me a message telling me to not be worried because of not finishing my tasks. So when I did wake up and my mini heart attack hit, I felt instantly better seeing that Daddy wasn’t upset with me and that I wasn’t gonna be in trouble. But it always feels weird missing tasks and not getting punishments. It was an accident, especially forgetting my bedtime routine, but the blog… I got lucky on that sliding, I might procrastinate writing these too much. I love writing them and looking back on things and reflecting, they’re really great for debriefing and gathering my thoughts about everything that’s happened. But it’s just so easy to push to the last minute. I just abuse my deadlines so much.

Anyways,

Till next timeee