#krissy needs to show up more because she kicks ass

[mellometal]

Hey, everyone.

I've tried to compose myself before making this post. This is a subject that I've touched on a little bit in posts, but I've never done a deep dive into JUST this topic. I was going to make a post solely about this subject sooner, but this one in particular is really hard for me to talk about without getting emotional...and yet Dhar Mann has talked about this on quite a few occasions in the most insincere, toxic ways. I'll do my best to discuss this topic without getting too emotional.

It's about a serious subject that people still are ignorant about and don't take seriously. Even to this day, with the body positivity and body neutrality movements. (I don't know of a better way to describe just being neutral about your body. Sorry if it sounds weird.)

For anyone who doesn't know what I'm referring to (honestly, I don't blame you, as this is a subject that's often seen as normal and is encouraged in society for the most part), I'm talking about fatphobia. Hating on people for being fat. Discriminating people because of their weight in the workplace, at the doctor's office, just in general. Not many stores having inclusive sizes. People being treated like they're subhuman because they're fat.

I want to say this first, before I bash on Dhar Mann again: I'm a plus-size young woman. This is something that I have personal experience with. Your weight has no significance to your worth as a person. If you do happen to be overweight, obese, whatever, you're not subhuman. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You're worthy of being loved, listened to, treated with kindness, and respected, just like anyone else who isn't fat.

If you treat people like utter shit for their weight, get some help. Why do you care about somebody else's weight? Obviously there's an exception to this, like if they're so big they can't move or they're so skinny their organs are showing....because those are causes for concern, but other than that, mind your own business. Even if they are in those extremities, unless you're their doctor and/or their family, STILL mind your own business. How the fuck does a fat person simply breathing and existing affect you in any way? News flash: there will always be fat people.

Before I get to the weekly ritual of tearing TWO of Dhar Mann's videos apart (the next one will be in another post or I'll reblog this post and continue on there), here's an obligatory trigger warning for the video analysis itself and my response: The following post contains fatphobia, fat shaming, a man being super fucking misogynistic and treating women like they're objects, and there's even a touch of some racial aggression. How shocking. Because Dhar Mann really seems to get a kick out of writing about racism to make it all cute. Oh yeah, you're totally solving racism, Dhar Mann. /s

My response contains my experience with fatphobia, relationships with food, mentioned/implied thoughts of s3lf h@rm, feeling like I'm unworthy of being treated like an actual person because of my weight, and absolute rage. Like usual. My responses are very heated. This one especially. It's LONG. Buckle up.

With all this out of the way, let's get to the first video that I want to tear apart. This one is about the auditions for a record deal. I will get to the video about a kid wanting to be a host of a radio show later.

To sum up the first video, a plus-size white woman (Krissy Elliot) is singing for an agent (Isaac) and his assistant (Evette) so she can follow her dream to become a singer. Isaac cuts Krissy off to viciously bash her for being a plus-size woman. Evette stands up for this woman, and says she sounded fine and to let her finish. Isaac doesn't listen to Evette, let alone take what she said into consideration. He continues to ridicule Krissy for her appearance, that she'll "never make it in the music industry" (WRONG, do you know how many plus-size people are in the fucking music industry? There are A LOT more now than when I was growing up and it honestly makes me so happy. There were more plus-size people in the entertainment industry than in the music industry back then.), suggested that she "become a chef or a food critic" because she apparently loves being around food (being a chef or a food critic are noble professions, but NEVER fucking assume ANYONE'S relationships with food), to the point where Krissy left the room in tears.

Here are a few screenshots for context:

When this skinny, conventionally attractive woman (Jesse) comes in, Isaac's mood does a COMPLETE 180° and he's all sunshine and rainbows. Then right as soon as Jesse did her audition, Isaac is over the fucking moon, complimenting her physical appearance, treating her like an object, and signs her up for a record deal RIGHT AWAY. Pay attention to Isaac's facial expressions in one of these screenshots.

Evette suggests that they sign Krissy for a record deal instead. Because she was "the best singer they've had all day". Isaac, still all hot and bothered by a skinny, conventionally attractive woman that he's treating like an object, tells Evette that people like Krissy don't make it in the music industry because they're "overweight and unattractive", and is verbally aggressive towards her when she does nothing but explain her stance. Isaac sees this as Evette "talking back" (remember how I mentioned that there's racial aggression? He says that Evette is "talking back" because she happens to be a black woman) and fires her. He signs Jesse a record deal and has a blast with her.

The award ceremony comes around, and they're picking a winner for Best New Artist. They pick the winner, and it's....guess what? You'll never get it! It's Krissy Elliot! Why? Because Evette became her agent after Isaac fired her. Krissy goes into her whole story about how she was laughed out of every single agency and that she worked hard. Good for her. Jesse is obviously very happy for Krissy. We gotta love women supporting women.

This video was again another dumpster fire. As usual. Like I said, with this video in particular, I couldn't get through the first thirty seconds the first time around. Because I've dealt with shit like this. Obviously not with the music industry because I don't even think I'd be good enough to step into an agency...but I mean in my personal life.

Being told by my own dad that he was "tired of buying bigger clothes for me" when I was a young teenager, despite him buying almost nothing but "junk food".

Having my abuser make comments about my weight and talking about diets while I'm trying to eat my food, despite her being overweight.

Having someone I know (not anyone I'm friends with) make a comment about me eating a few things (ONE small piece of broccoli, two baby carrots, a small handful of chips, and ONE small piece of pineapple) and said to "save some for everyone else", even though I was saving food for everyone else, which is why I took so little. She tried to justify it with the fact nobody was there yet (why do you think I took very little food?), and she "was saying that to everyone" (why did she look at ME when she said that instead of making it clear that she was talking to everyone [saying "Hey, everyone" before the comment about saving some for everyone else IS NOT HARD]?), even though I know it was just to save her own ass. I knew she said that to me because I'm plus-size. She didn't say anything to anyone else, nor did she make it clear that she was talking to everyone.

Another person I know (not a person I'm friends with) saying that I overreacted (I did not overreact; SOMEONE TRIGGERED ME and you did NOTHING about it) even though they all KNEW my relationship with food is complicated. They KNEW that I don't really like eating in front of other people. I was upset that someone MADE A FUCKING DISGUSTING, TRIGGERING COMMENT ABOUT ME EATING VERY FEW FOOD ITEMS, ALMOST ALL WERE HEALTHY, DESPITE OTHER PEOPLE EATING A LOT MORE THAN I DID AND PICKING AT EVERYTHING. That day, I was begging one of my friends (one of the people I trust to eat around) to PLEASE take me home because I didn't want to be there (never wanted to be there in the first place), I was tired (I worked all night the night before and was forced to go to a meeting before all this happened), I didn't feel comfortable there anymore, there were way too many people (four individuals plus all their staff from another house were in the house I work in), I couldn't breathe (I was either about to pass out, have a panic attack, or just start crying), but nobody listened to me. I ended up getting a bus to go home.

(Sorry about all that. I was trying not to get emotional in this post. I just needed to share how this can affect people.)

Onto my response, which is all in the screenshots below.

ETA: I know the screenshots for my response are very jumbled right now and it’s difficult to read. I apologize to anyone who’s unable to fully read it! Because this is part one of this whole subject of fatphobia (I’m making a post about the boy wanting to become a radio host very soon), my response here will tie into that post. My response to that video is vastly the same, despite not making a comment on that video as of right now (the radio host one). 

I’ll be typing out my full response here. I apologize for weird formatting. Instagram wouldn’t let me break up my response into paragraphs. I’ll break them up into paragraphs here instead.

CC (Combination of the first, second, and third screenshots, aka, the first part of my response):

 I have a few questions before I get into my thoughts on this video. One, how the hell does your weight have any significance on your worth as a person, and if you do think this way, why would you think that? Two, do you know that fatphobia is a lot more than just judging a person for being fat? Three, why do you feel like you can speak for fat people like myself with this piss poor excuse for a video that I could barely get through the first thirty seconds of the first time? 

You can’t speak for any of us. I can’t speak for every fat person because not everyone has the same experiences as me. 

I’ve been bullied for my weight in real life as well as online. People have called me ugly just because of my weight. By the way, your weight doesn’t equal beauty, and that’s what I’m still learning. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. 

On quite a few occasions, I have actually thought about doing dangerous things to my body that I don’t feel comfortable going into here. All because I had people try to boil me down to my weight, call me ugly, and destroy whatever self-esteem I had left. You don’t know what fat people go through, so don’t act like you do. 

There are many factors that go into why a person may be fat, including medical conditions, mental illness, trauma, genetics, etc. All of those things are none of your business unless those people decide to be open about it. 

No, it’s not always healthy to be fat (obviously there are extremities on both sides of the spectrum of weight that are extremely unhealthy), but it doesn’t make a person any less of a human being. Fat people are human too. Quit treating us like we’re not. We deserve to be treated like everyone else who isn’t fat. I’m not saying put all fat people on a pedestal. I’m saying treat us like human beings.

CC (Combination of the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh screenshots, aka, the second part of my response):

Remember how I said that fatphobia isn’t just about judging people for being fat? Well, there’s the “fat tax” on plus-size clothing (even though it maybe only costs a little bit more in fabric, if there’s any difference in making clothes for people who aren’t fat), limited styles for fat people in stores (making a lot of us have to buy fast fashion or have to spend a fortune on clothes that actually flatter us), not very many stores have inclusive sizes still (if you don’t at least carry max 5XL or a size 38/40 in pants size, you cannot call yourself inclusive), and a lot of other things.

Many fat people, myself included, are afraid to seek medical attention for anything (even checkups) because of doctors who only focus on our weight and not on what we came in to see them for. They write it off as if our weight is the sole cause of our problems, which isn’t always the case.

How about we talk about how expensive it is to eat healthy in a lot of places? Not everyone can afford to make fresh meals every day, let alone once a week. Maybe they were never taught how to due to their upbringing. You don’t know.

I’ve had people comment on my weight, what I’m eating (even if I’m eating something healthy like fruits and veggies), talk about my weight or diets EVEN WHILE I’M TRYING TO EAT, and it’s caused me to wait until I’m alone or around someone I trust to eat anything. As a result, I have a complicated relationship with food now.

Telling someone they’re fat doesn’t help them. They know that. They see themselves every day. People may want to change, but they either are afraid to ask for help, or they don’t know where to start. Some may not want to change. It’s up to them, honestly. If you want to help them lose weight, maybe suggest any physical activity they’d have fun doing and do them with them? I dance for fun. Also, you could help set up meal plans with them. 

If you’re not going to at least try to help them lose weight if you’re so concerned about them (this is all if they actually want to change things and don’t know where to start), I cannot say this in a sweeter way: shut your mouth and mind your own business. Because you’re just being a cunt at that point.

CC (eighth screenshot, aka, the third and final part to my response):

There are quite a few plus-size people in the entertainment industry as a whole who are/were very successful. Remember the late Chris Farley and Aretha Franklin? Chris Farley was big, but that didn’t change how great of an actor he was, how funny he was, or how much of an impact he made in the entertainment industry. Aretha Franklin was a plus-size black woman in the music industry, but she’s inspired SO MANY artists we have today! There are many plus-size men, women, and I believe even nonbinary people in the public eye in general. Like I’ve said, beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. That’s why the body positivity and body neutrality movements are a thing.

(I know I implied that I thought about sh here in my response, but please don't worry about me as far as that goes. I'm fine now. I would never go through with anything like that.)

In the last part of my response where I mentioned some plus-size people in the entertainment industry as well as the music industry (the late Chris Farley and the late Aretha Franklin), I was going to name more people, but my comments were getting too long. I'll name some more here off the top of my head:

Lizzo (rapper), the Piggy Dolls (the first K-Pop girl group made up of actual plus-size women), K*v*n Sp*c*y (I don't feel comfortable saying his name because he's a disgusting person, but he's another plus-size man...he was in King of Queens and in A LOT of movies), PSY, Greyson Gritt (a genderqueer person in the music industry), Elle King, Produce Pandas (the first music group in China full of plus-size men), Martha Wash, Chubby Checker, Fats Domino, Big Angel (a J-Pop group of all plus-size women), Chubbiness (another J-Pop group of all plus-size women), Pottya (another J-Pop group of all plus-size women)...there are so many that I found, but if you want to add more plus-size artists, plus-size actors, plus-size comedians/comediennes, feel free to add them in the comments!

Dhar Mann, you'll never know what plus-size people go through. You don't know what we go through. You have NO IDEA what we go through on a daily basis. Stop acting like you do. Because you don't, and you never will.

By the way, Dhar Mann, this will NOT be the last post I'll make about you or your videos. The more you make fucking deplorable, poorly written bullshit, the more posts I'll make! Teehee!

If you got this far, thank you so much. The next part of this is coming very soon. I'm sorry for not posting too many screenshots from the video. I wanted to fit in my response because it's important for people to see.

Have a good day/afternoon/night, y'all. Love you!

[huntertales]

i don't know why, but i really want to see when dean and reader broke up... i want to see the chaos, but it is something that i like, it just shows that no relationship is a fairy tale, there will be lies and tears and possibly deaths because we know what the reader is capable of, dean knows this very well. "If there’s anything I learned about dating this one, is that you’re dealing with a whole other kind of woman. It’s not me you gotta worry about, it’s krissy. she’ll kill you."

Okay, hear me out: this answer is gonna be LONG. THIS TURNED OUT TO BE AN ESSAY OH MY GOD. I kind of have a lot of thoughts you brought out and I can't help myself. So here we go!

Oh, baby. They will, don't you worry. They're most likely not gonna be officially back together for a while...(perhaps. Nothing is set in stone!) If you want to see a messy breakup, wait until episode ten. That’s when shit is gonna hit the fan in a way that might possibly never happen again. Their breakup is gonna be messy, angst induced and full of rage in ways we've never seen before. When they broke up the first time because of what Dean did to the reader in hell, you really can't say it's his fault. And when the reader “broke up” with him in 5x17 for all of five minutes/in the finale, it's to give him a chance at giving him a life that he always wanted. Something that a normal couple would do for each others happiness. But for this breakup? I feel like it's with consequences that don't have a justification for what they did. Both of them hurt each other in ways that are inexcusable. And it's going to put their relationship to the test.

Both of them severally fucked up with the reader taking on the trials and putting herself/their child's life on the line, only for it to backfire and make Dean's worst fears come true. As for Dean, I made it clear the reader wanted to die—not because she felt like it was her time in the way Sam does, but because she gets to be with her child. She gets to know that she'll always be there protecting them. She won't abandon them like her parents/John did. Only Dean took that chance from her because he wanted her back. She, Sam and Cas are the only three people in his life that has never willingly left him. He can't do the same for his child. I feel like he can only see it as another loss, something he mourns and buries his grief down like it doesn't exist. But it does.

Deep down you know a part of Dean hates the reader for what she did. And he rightfully can have those feelings against her. With the mark, I think his emotions/grief is only going to intensify. Plus he's probably gonna have a hell of a time torturing the reader when he gets cured in season ten. (Just giving ourselves more fuel to make this story hurt us!!)

But, at the end of it all, that's what relationships are about: being with someone even when things get rough/life throws you a curveball/when you feel like you have hit your lowest. You still love someone when you see the ugliest parts of them, you love their flaws and give support when they try to better themselves. (I mean, Dean and the reader are probably the worst example to give for this analogy LOL) What I mean is that you're right, relationships aren't perfect. They have severe downs, we hurt people when we don't mean to. It’s inevitable. But we still love them. Because that’s not who they really are deep down. 

While the reader and Dean lie to each other, they also love one another. He knows that through it all she's got his back. She loves him for who he is, even though on some days he's not his best. And neither is she. Dean loves the reader because she’s a strong woman: if you fuck with her, she’ll fuck with you right back. He needs someone like that in his life. He needs someone to help him when things get tough, but also kick his ass when no one else will. But also if anything were to happen...if he dies, she’ll be okay. She’s a survivor. 

With later season they'll eventually end up getting everything they wanted back in season eight: they'll get married, they'll have (a) child(ren). They will love each other more than they have ever before. Because the struggle was worth it all to reach that point. 

...And scene. Yikes. I just have a lot of feelings, okay? Particularly for one dumb ass his [non-canon fictional character we pretend is us] soulmate who will  have my heart forever and ever.

[eye-raq]

Open your mouth Princess.

Erik Stevens Request Fic.

Warnings: SMUT, Soft boi Erik, extra ass Erik, a little funny and it’s for my girl @littlesunflwrr

Summary: Kristina kept posting pictures of herself with her tongue out on social media, different dudes commenting saying how much they would LOVE to put something on it, getting Erik real mad. like, BIG MAD.

“Kristina, Kristina, Kristina.”

She was testing him. Just because she was a fine ass bitch; looks that could kill, doesn’t mean that she could sit up here and post pics with her tongue out. (“You just love poking that fucking tongue out girl.”)She had her tongue out while laying in bed, cleavage all out, she had her tongue out while that ass was arched over the bathroom sink in the mirror, she was a damn tease. (“Let me go teach this girl a lesson real quick, damn.”) Erik slipped on his blue and black Jordan 1’s, black hoodie up, and black shorts to match. He was gonna pay this girl a visit tonight.

*knock knock* Kristina was cuddled up in her plush bean bag, poetic justice playing on her tv. She had her hair up in a bun, little pink panties on and a cropped distressed T-shirt. She slipped on her slippers, walking to her front door to look through the peep hole. She eyed him, leaning back against the wall, eyes trained on that very peep hole, curiosity rising. Usually Erik would let her know when he was stopping by, but from the look of him, he seemed rather irritated about something. She unhooked the latch, opening the door swiftly, “hey baby, what’s wrong? You usually call me first or text.”

He didn’t say a word, just brushed pass her, finally in her apartment, kicking off his shoes, “so you think I’m playing huh?” Kristina closed and locked the door, arms folded and genuine confusion on her face, “what you mean? You walking up in here all salty like your day was fucked up. No hi, no nothing.” Erik pulled out his phone, pulling up IG quick, showing her, “what you mean? What the fuck is this? You been at home all day thirst trapping Krissy.” Kristina stared at the photo on her IG, body in a tiny baby tank top with no bra, little shorts on with her tongue out in the mirror. She honestly didn’t see a problem with it, smirking at Erik, “okay? I took that today...I was bored, that’s what happens when your home on a rainy fucking day. what’s the problem Erik?” He huffed, nostrils flared flipping to another one, showing her. He had his eyebrows raised in bewilderment, his lips set in a hard line.

This one, she had on a tight black bodycon dress, cute strappy Sandals on, her hair in feed ins with her tongue out again, but the caption said, “tongue action: mood right now 😈” she raised an eyebrow at the pick, face scrunching. Clearly he was being extra. I mean, she was a bad bitch, it’s not like she was out here getting dicked down by some other dude, as soon as she got with Erik about 8 months ago, she been throwing that pussy back and doing tricks for HIS DICK and only HIS DICK so why he tripping? “Baby... ha, you tripping right now. I can’t believe you came all the way out here to come at me about some pictures.”

Erik raised an eyebrow at her, eyes dark “oh so this ain’t nothing to you? I don’t need to be on my girls page, seeing thirst comments from bitch ass niggas talking bout, “what that mouth do?” And, “Damn Kristina I miss you” and “mmm you must like things in your mouth don’t you?” He was big mad and jealous acting, rubbing her the wrong way. She was irritated now, “forreal? Baby, it’s not even like that. Chill okay? Niggas gon be niggas, that’s how I met you right? DM me and everything so what’s the problem? I’m sucking your dick that’s it. You doing too much.” She went to turn up the TV, her favorite part on, “Look this our movie sit with me and chill. Looking like a cute angry red nose pit bull.”

“Krissy, forreal girl I’m gonna have to tame that tongue since you like flicking it and poking it out and running it across your lips.” He went to pull his hoodie off, huffing from the tag getting caught in his dreads, here comes aggy Erik she thought, folding her legs on the coffee table. “You wanna start with that irky shit now? Okay-“ she paused the movie folding her arms, “so what you gonna teach me this time?” Erik kneeled down in front of her, his fingers interlocked, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH KRISTINA.” She sat still, rolling her grey eyes before opening her mouth, pink tongue sticking all the way out, “Like tha?” Her voice was muffled from the positon. Erik gripped her chin, his face looming over hers, opening his mouth letting spit trail from tongue all the way on hers. She kept her eye on him, not knowing whether to close her mouth or to keep it open. “Here’s what I want you to do since I’m being so aggy today. I want you to go on ig live, and I want you to show these niggas that you mines, and only mines.”

She gripped his wrist to remove his hand from her chin, “Nigga what? I’m not gonna let my friends watch you do what ever you want to me oh nah-“ a chime came from her phone, Erik quickly grabbing it before she could. To make things WORSE it was this guy named Jamar who was famous for being in her DMs, sending her a video of him stroking his dick. This had to be the second vid, cuz t was another one from earlier that day that she viewed. Kristina sat very still, her eyes looking anywhere but at him. “Kristina, Kristina. Now I know, you didn’t view this shit from a little dick thirsty ass bitch? I just KNOW you didn’t do that baby.” He shook his head in shame, “and this the second one too, hmm.” She saw him tap her screen, before tossing her the phone, “get comfy, and go on live Krissy, NOW I’m not even playing.” He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, “forreal do it, I’m disciplining you.”

She huffs, starting her live with the phone set up on the arm of the couch. She’s blinking into the camera, watching as Erik’s profile comes into view, kneeling down in front of her. He watched as nothing but dudes commented, one after the other.

Damn Kristina

I wanna fuck You

Where is your tongue at? That shit be all shiny and pink 👅

Hey girl!!! Long time no talk

We were gonna hit up a strip club wanna role?

fine ass Satan boyfriend is that you?!!

Kristina you got a whole man?

That nigga ugly-

“You got a huge fan base girl, but little do they know.” Erik got into Kristina’s personal space, his full lips brushing against hers before crashing roughly, his hands stroking her face, eyes all open and on her. Kristina followed him, her eyes moving from him to her phone screen. Erik punched Kristina’s lips together, her mouth opening, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” She hesitated, Erik’s eyes growing harder. “Girl, if you just listen to me, then this will be over quick okay?” Kristina squinted her eyes, opening her mouth watching as Erik spit on her tongue. A heat rose over her skin, but not good heat, embarrassing heat. “SWALLOW MY DNA.” She did, but very slow. Her eyes pleading that he cut this shit out. She looked at her screen again scanning the texts.

WTF KIND OF SHIT

Woah. That was hot

Man, get this late ass nigga out of here.

So what you tryna prove you got a man?

Girl he giving you spit I can give you this nut-

“Let me inform some of y’all dumb founded niggas, this is MINE. That tongue-“ he stuck his tongue out, running his fingers over it before rubbing it on hers, “that shit is mines. She got my print on that tongue, and for the record THIS NUT and THAT MOUTH is home sweet home.” He turned to Kristina, chuckling “you agree don’t you princess? How does my DNA taste?” She stared him down hard, his thumb stroking her hand, “It tastes good Er-“ he raised a calculating eyebrow, “DADDY.” He smiled broadly, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, eyes turning to the screen to end the live.

As soon as it was done, Kristina shoved him, Erik laughing hysterically. “You know what, for that extra ass stunt you just pulled, I want some dick.” Erik snorted, “you don’t deserve this dick.” Kristina pulled her panties down, lifting her shirt over her head, “how about now?” Erik tried hard not to look at her, his eyes trained on the screen, “Janet was FINE as hell-“ she stood in front of him, her pussy in his face. Erik bit down on his lower lip, body jerking from a forced laugh that fought to escape his mouth. She gripped his dreads, causing him to wince, his eyes finally landing on her phat kitty, heart pumping. “I know that look from anywhere, you can’t turn down some good pussy. Why don’t you get on your knees and taste my DNA now, your extra ass.” Erik gripped her ass, smacking roughly then pinching, “you got five seconds to get to the room, 5-“ She darted, happy her bed was in close proximity, flopping down with her back arched. Erik stood in the door way, arms folded over his broad chest, “look at your eager ass.” He tiptoed over, kneeling on the bed, stroking her wetness, “You lucky I’m pussy starved.” Erik kissed her clit, his body bending to get a good angle, fingers parting her pussy. He licked at it multiple times, before sucking it slow, knowing how sensitive she is there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He slurped her up, smacking her ass before placing his heavy palm on her. She arched more, her legs shuttering as he stuck his tongue in her, feeling it wiggle around like a snake. She moaned out low into her pillow, her legs spreading as he ate her. “You like that shit don’t you Daddy, got you quiet now.” He slapped her hard on the ass, “And? I’m eating right now shut up.” She laughed, that laugh turning into a moan as he sucked her clit while his tongue strokes her inner folds. She was so sensitive, her stomach tightening already, “mhmm, I’m cumming-“ she slapped at the bed as she came on his tongue, her breath coming out slow. He lifted, taking off his shorts, watching her move, “Did I tell you to move?” She paused, feeling him come up behind her again, his mouth back to its assault on her pussy, sucking quick and rough. She went to grip him but he caught her hand, stopping her as he sucked her dry. “I got you where I want you girl, this is it for you.” She whimpered, her cum coating him again, but he wanted one more, “Krissy I know that’s not it where’s the rest at girl?” He slurped from her entrance to her clit, over and over, taking pride in the way her body shook. She screamed, her cum coming out heavy. “By the way, you taste good.”

Erik stroked his dick, “let me pick you up I wanna see how your face look while I’m torturing that pussy.” He didn’t even wait for an answer, picking her little body up and gripping her right over him, his dick rubbing against her. She bit down on her lip, taking in his big puppy dog eyes and red nose. “You want this dick baby, you gotta beg for it.” She touched foreheads with him, “please my extra ass Daddy, fuck me.” At this point she wanted some dick bad and he kept playing. “Okay my thirst trapping as wifey.” He entered her slow, eyes taking in every expression she made, “I could never get tired of this dick.” He chuckled, “You better not.” He gripped her hips, walking while he fucked her, his little princess bouncing on him like one of those nostalgic toys from the 90s.

“Mmmmm, this fucking pussy.” He stopped near the window, the moon light dancing off his skin. She gripped at the wall, her body jerking from every stroke, Erik assaulting her neck as his hips digged into hers. “Yes Daddy you fucking this pussy up!” He tilted her head, spitting on her pulsing neck, rubbing it in with his tongue. She gripped his dick tighter from that, her walls caving, “oh shit, Oh shit, oh fuck.” She gaped at him, her legs gripping his waist when she came. He smiled, turning to kiss her rough, startingvhis strokes up again. The clapping was music to their ears and the smell of sex was enticing. “Whose tongue is it princess?” She tongued her lips, “yours of course.” He let her down, flipping her over, Kristina peering out her window at the moon, her hand coming up to claw at the glass, smudging it from her sweaty finger tips.

Erik crossed his arms over her hips, dick moving like a piston and perspiration high. She leaned her face on the glass, smushing her cheek as she allowed Erik to beat her down from this ungodly angle, “You really are Satan for this good for nothing dick you got.” Erik gripped her bun, speaking into her ear, “and your a helpless little brat that’s eating up every stroke my dick is giving you.” She let out a groan, her walls disobeying her as she came undone, her legs struggling. Erik’s head tilted low, his strokes growing sloppier, his hands gripping her harder, “Damn Krissy, FUCK girl.”

“You Cummings daddy? Keep going.”

“STAY JUST LIKE THAT.” And with that, Erik came undone, leaning his weight on her, body shuttering. Krissy smiles, beginning to feel his heavy form, “ared you can get up now.” Erik lifted from her walking away his hands running down his sweaty abs, dick still stiff. Krissy ran up to him, placing her lips on his tip causing him to flinch, “STOP IT GIRL.” She did it again, hearing him hiss, “its sensitive right now wait like 5 minutes.” She laughed, “I can do that, I still wanna try those positions I looked up online.” Erik crashed on her bed, his face buried in her pillow, “since we got 5 minutes, delete those fucking pictures now. I don’t want none of those fools looking at my tongue.” She groaned, picking up her phone, deleting every single one. “Finished?” He asked, turing now with tired eyes. “Yeah Irky it’s done.” He pulled her to the bed, placing his chin on her shoulder, “so tell me about that one position where that girl was doing a hand stand.” She smirked, “well..”

That’s it y’all, this was quick and funny and soft boi Extra Erik okay? Hope y’all love it 😘😘😘 this was for my girl @littlesunflwrr I was suppose to have this done for her like two weeks ago

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Do You Know Who I Am(Bucky Barnes x Winchester!Reader) Chapter 4

Fandom: Marvel, MCU, Supernatural(TV show)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Claire Novak, Reader/You, Steve Rogers, Krissy Chambers,

Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, M/F, Claire Novak & Female!Reader, 

Summary: A hunt? With Claire and Buckaroo, what possibly could go wrong?

Word Count: 1,36 oops

Warnings: Swearing, blunt people, mentions of violence

A/N: The fourth chapter. Finally, Y/N and Bucko get to discover more about him. They also get to spend family time with Claire and hunting monsters.

Masterlist 

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| 

It has three months since finding Buckaroo in Jody’s cabin. Guess what we’re doing now?

He’s become a hunter and on the side we find more about him, but right this instant we’re in a beautiful small town hunting some ghouls with Claire, and eating pie and burgers at their diner.

Y/N let out a moan, taking a bite out of a double bacon cheese burger.

“I think I’m in love.”

That got a laugh out of Claire and a chuckle from Barnes as well as a small smile. Y/N considered that an accomplishment.

“Who are we meeting up with again?” Claire asked, between bites of her burger.

“It is Krissy’s case we’re just giving her a hand. Apparently, there’s like three or four of them,” Y/N answered, keeping the vague as possible while giving a decent answer.

The door jingled swinging open to show Krissy Chambers in all of her glory.

“Hey Krissy,” Y/N mumbled a greeting through her food, raising her hand for a fist bump.

“One, disgusting, two, we’re still dorks,” came Krissy greeting.

“I know, I’ve never bothered trying to be anything else.”

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 Shit, finished the freaking hunt and guess what happened next?! Ugh, why can’t I just have burgers and pie and be happy. Nooo, HYDRA had to show up be assholes and now I’m in their stupid freaking base. The bastards are scared of me, they should be.

Y/N ground her teeth together. Hopefully Krissy, Claire, and Bucky got away.

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 Bucky opened the door to the motel room Y/N and he had been staying in. Claire and Krissy stayed in the next room.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out, something felt off. Bucky gave the burgers and coffee to Krissy who was just behind him, and turned the safety off of his STARK gun. “You here?”

Bucky swung the door open, checking behind the door, in the bathroom, and every other place someone could possibly hide.

“She’s gone.”

Bucky was a ghastly pale compared to his usual fair skin.

“Shit,” Claire and Krissy spoke unison.

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 “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Claire asked for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

“Y/N was taken by HYDRA, I know it. So we’re going to need back up, HYDRA isn’t to be underestimated,” Bucky asked for the millionth time, as they drove down the road to the New Avengers facility, in Up-State New York. Bucky’s plan was to ask Steve Rogers for help.

“If you’re sure,” Claire mumbled, slumping in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m sure.”

“I just don’t think the Avengers will understand what hunters are and what we do, especially ‘Captain Everyone Can Have A Second Chance’. Monsters don’t often work that way,” Krissy spoke from the back seat.

Bucky glared at her in the rearview mirror. Krissy shrugged, unaffected by his glare.

“I was just pointing it out. Y/N can handle herself usually, we’ll probably just be picking her up.”

Bucky didn’t answer, but he agreed he has seen what Y/N can do. The song she introduced him to, ‘One Woman Army’ came to mind when thinking of her. Being that she is a one woman army, like Natalia and Peggy.

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 Bucky pause hand half way to the door about to knock, he hasn’t seen Steve since he pulled him out of the water.

“Oh come on, knock old man.” Claire rolled her eyes, rapping on the door.

The door opened, Steve was there.

“Bucky?” His shock was evident.

He pulled Bucky into a hug. Bucky tensed.

“Ugh, don’t you know. ‘No chick flick moments’, Y/N’s rules,” Claire and Krissy chimed harmoniously.

Bucky’s lips twitched, Steve pulled back now aware of the two girls.

“Who are you?”

“That’s Karen, and I’m Cathy,” Claire introduced themselves.

“Why are you with Bucky?”

“That’s why we’re here, dumbass, we need your help with finding Bucky’s and our mutual friend,” Krissy told him off. “Are you going to let us in or what?”

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 Steve was shocked to say the least to see Bucky standing on the steps of Compound, even more so when he noticed the girls. One looked about 18 or 19 and wearing a black leather coat, dark blue jeans, hiking boots, and a black and red, Gryffindor shirt. The other had dark hair, about 17, gray jean jacket, a Marauders Map shirt, washout blue jeans, and black combat boots. Karen and Cathy, the older girl with blonde hair had said.

“So, let me get this straight. Your mutual friend got captured by Hydra and you want your help to get her back,” Scott stated, looking incredulous at this statement.

“Yeah, basically.”

“Just a side note, she’s not a damsel in distress, she only ever needs a little help when shit hits the fan.”

Both Karen and Cathy were admandent that their friend was just going to need a ride. The two girls seemed to look up to this friend of theirs. Despite Claire and Krissy getting off to a bad start, their friendship grew quickly with shared experiences and opinions.

“What do you think, Bucky?” Steve asked.

“We’re getting nowhere sitting around here flapping our jaws, Barnes.”

Bucky silently agreed with the girls.

“I think we should just get frigging going.”

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 Y/N sat silently, observing the guards stationed in her room. The door slammed open.

“Now, we don’t want our guest to be uncomfortable. Do we?” the man said. Creepy ass bastard, what’s his name, was it Pierce or was it that slimy hairball, Ross. Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross, the little bugger who had to do with the whole shit storm with what happened in Harlem in ’08 with the Hulk. A HYDRA agent, who would’ve guessed, they should’ve.

“Ah, you care about my comfort? Really? I don’t believe that for a second. What is it that you want, jackass?”

The slimy bastard smirked, “I thought you would like some privacy, but it seems you don’t care.”  

Y/N wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk right off of him, but she needed to wait for her moment.

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 Getting was easier than it should’ve been. It put Bucky on edge. The team was made up of Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Scott, and Sam. Claire and Krissy went home with the promise of getting a call when Bucky and Y/N got back and that they wouldn’t make Sam and Dean aware of this.

Walking down the hall, Bucky heard someone speaking. Gesturing the others to come closer they listened in.

At first there was humming, “You never told me why you are so scared of me, ya’know. Why is it? I’m assuming it is because of my rep.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Do you know you are terrible at lying? Just by saying lets me know that, one, you do know who I am, two, what I’m capable of before I kicked your guys’ asses, and three, you’re terrified of me. A little bit of advice, never try to con a professional conman.”

“This should be where the security system is at.”

Steve kicked the door open to see a woman covered in blood and tapping away on a computer and a HYDRA agent hogtied on the floor, whimpering and trying to scoot away from her. They were surrounded by dead bodies.

The woman turned shoving something into her pocket.

She tsked,”Bucky you’re late. There’s no heads left to bash.” Gesturing to the agent,  “Unless you count that weasel.”

Looking down at her blood covered clothes, her lips thinned, “Can we get out of here? I’m in bad mood. They ruined my shirt, it was one of my favorites.”

“She’s insane!” The agent yelled, “Completely utterly insane. A psychopath!”

“Nice to know I’m insane, I knew there was something,” she said dryly,” Though I did know that I was a bit pyscho, but if you been through half the shit I have been through you would a little insane too, bub.”

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