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rafeyscurtainbangs · 4 months ago

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Needy Girl - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x NeedyGirlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 smut, language, name calling, fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names, choking, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink

📖 based off an ask: Needy/sunshine reader hears her boyfriend’s friends complaining about her being needy/clingy. He doesn’t deny it. Reader ignores him until they get home.

✨ Rafe’s eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “And, you’re gonna leave me alone? You’re not gonna be up my ass? You’re needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You’d probably fuckin’ die without my attention.” ✨

2.5 K

Reader’s POV:

“Hi, Mr. Lewiston,” you sing, giving a little finger wave as his golf cart rolls up.

“Where’s Rafe, sunshine?” He smiles, tobacco smoke pouring from his lips as his cart wads to a stop.

“Clubhouse. He’s been in there forever, though.” you sigh as you look up at the pro shop, your boyfriend, nowhere to be found.

“Want me to holler at him, darlin’? No reason a sweet thing like you should ever be alone.”

Your disappointment must be painted across your face. What is he doing?

It’s been like ten minutes. How hard could it be to get a few beers?

“Thank you, Mr. Lewiston, but I think I’ll just check on him myself.”

You step out of the cart, adjusting your little golf skirt on your hips, ponytail bouncing as you walk toward the lodge.

You bite your lip, butterflies filling your stomach as you see Rafe walk by the open door, a broad smile on his lips. He falls out of sight a moment later. You can hear some laughter coming from inside as well. Topper? Kelce? Why wouldn’t he call me if our friends were here?

You foot toward the door, stopping in your tracks as you hear your name on Topper’s lips, jumbled in a mess of incoherent gossip.

“She’s hot as fuck; but, she’s gotta be suffocating you, dude,” Kelce adds through a snicker. “Suprised she’s not in the clubhouse right now. How is she managing without her Rafey Baby?“ Sure, they’re teasing Rafe, but you can tell they mean every word.

You peek around the door, watching Rafe roll his eyes and smile in silent agreement.

“Tell me that pussy’s worth it.” Topper adds. “It’s gotta be worth it, Cameron.”

“Course it’s worth it,” he mumbles. You can hear the exhaustion in his tone.

‘It’s’? He couldn’t even say ‘she’s’.

Why isn’t he defending me?

“We’re going out for drinks and cigars tonight… You in? Or, is your old ball and chain not gonna let you out of her sight?” Topper bullies.

“M’goin” Alright?“ He sighs. “I’m sure that’ll be a fun conversation,” he mumbles before taking a swig of beer. “Sure your girlfriends don’t wanna come? You could save me the hassle.”

No.

Your heart breaks, tears building in your eyes as you hear the words uttered so easily by Rafe like he does it often. Rafe’s eyes flick to the door. You watch as his jaw coils, unsure if you heard or not.

You batt your lashes as you wander past the door, heading toward the bathroom. “Hey, guys,” you push the words through your quivering lips, a fake smile stretched across your glossy pout. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mouth to Rafe.

“Sounds good, baby,” Rafe smiles, giving you a little nod, biting his lip slightly.

Tears leak from your eyes as you amble down the hall toward the locker room. You quickly brush them away, running your hands along your pink polo.

You walk into the bathroom, slamming the lock shut as your tears wet your cheeks. You look up to the ceiling, fighting further emotion, kicking yourself for getting so upset.

I’m so fucking embarrassed. I thought that he wanted to hang out with me, too. Thought that his friends liked me… I can’t help that I want to hang out with him. He’s my boyfriend… He should feel the same way as me. Right?

You feel your anger start to build inside you, replacing your usually sunny disposition. Thank God he’ll get to go out tonight. Get to hang out with the boys without me. Maybe he’ll get to finally breathe.

Your hand trembles as you blot the tears from your eyes, taking a few deep breaths, freshening up for him.

Smile. Act normal. Stop being so fucking needy. You scold yourself as you step toward the door, tugging it open.

“Princess? What were you doin’ in there?” You jump slightly, instantly met with Rafe. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing on yours. “You okay?”

“Course, Rafey. Just got something in my eye.“

The Camerons’ House…

“So, you gonna talk to me or what?” Rafe snips as you pull into his driveway. You huff out a little breath, turning your attention in the other direction entirely. “Are you fuckin’ pouting right now?” He raises his voice, shifting in his seat to get a little closer.

You continue to ignore him, crossing your arms across your chest, biting your cheek to hold back yet another round of tears as his truck rolls to a stop. You grab the door handle, jarring it open as Rafe barks out your name.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you pout, stepping out of his truck.

“Excuse me?”

Your heart starts to race as Rafe jumps out of his truck, slamming the door, making your whole body tense up. You don’t wait for him, continuing toward the Camerons’ home.

“No. No fucking way!” He booms, matching your gait quickly. His strong hand reaches out, nabbing your arm with a bruising grip. Rafe spins you around, gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze.

“Think you just told me to leave you alone. That right?”

“Yeah”. You whimper.

Rafe’s eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “And, you’re gonna leave me alone? You’re not gonna be up my ass? You’re needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You’d probably fuckin’ die without my attention.”

You swallow thickly, clearing the lump in your throat, your tears rolling over Rafe’s grip.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you sniffle.

“Mmm… Mhmm. Whatever you say, Princess,” he chuckles in annoyance, giving you a condescending pat on your cheek. He leaves you behind, striding toward the house. “See ya in five minutes, baby girl. I’m sure you can last that long,” he taunts. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”

You wait until the door swings to a close before you start your walk toward the door. I just need to keep myself busy…

You blow past Rafe, walking toward his room. I’ll show him who needs who. You strip off your clothes, letting your skirt fall off your frame, landing in a puddle at your feet.

Rafe walks into his room as well, strolling toward the closet next to you, looking at you with a smirk on his lips as you try your best to resist the urge to look in his direction.

Let’s see if he can resist me now. I know he can’t. You tug your sports bra over your body, letting your breasts bounce free. Rafe expels a breathy laugh, shaking his head. His tongue glides along his bottom lip, ogling your naked body as you press the hangers to the side, picking out a little cropped white tee and flowy mini skirt.

Rafe pulls on his gym shorts, muscles flexing tight, waiting for you to gawk as you always do. You step into the floral number before pulling on your shirt brushing the material flat. No bra. It’s completely intentional, the blush of your hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric, just a tease for him.

“Attention whore,” he mocks under his breath as you walk out the door without acknowledging him, heading toward the kitchen.

You stroll onto the cool marble floor, walking toward the fridge. A snack.. I’ll just get a snack, waste some time while I think of something else to make him cave.

You grab the milk, setting it on the counter, before grabbing a couple of cookies. Rafe wanders into the living room not long after you, grabbing a seat on a bar stool before pulling out his phone; scrolling aimlessly.

Shit.

You look up at the cabinet, your cup on the top shelf. Pausing momentarily: just long enough for Rafe to see why your snack efforts came to a standstill.

“Grab me a cup while you’re at it, Princess,” he chuckles cruelly. Dick. You hike your thigh up on the granite, pulling yourself on the counter.

“Baby st-” Rafe cuts himself off, finding himself falling into your little unplanned trap.

You stand up, grabbing your cup only, making it a point to let the cupboard door clap to a close. You step back, a little too far, way too fucking far. Your heart skips a beat as you wobble.

A wave of relief crashes over you as you feel two hands steadying you, your favorite mug slipping from your fingers a moment later, shattering on the floor below.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, lifting you off the counter; setting you on the floor.

“Get a fuckin’ broom,” he grunts as he gives you a little shove toward the pantry, his boat shoes crunching through the ceramic shards as he walks away.

Hot tears trickle from your eyes, cheeks reddened with embarrassment. You pull out the little hand broom, walking shamefully to your mess, lowering yourself to your knees. You brush the scraps off the floor, trying your best not to sob.

You hear a deep, laborious breath behind you. Rafe reaches for you, pulling you from the floor into his arms. He holds you tightly, lips resting against your head.

“It’s okay, honey. You’re okay. Alright.” he soothes. He kisses your hair, working his way to your cheek. He cups them in his large hands, a very different touch than before. His beautiful blue eyes match yours. You can see the remorse brimming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Princess.”

Your lip juts out in a pout. “M’sorry I’m so needy, Rafe,” you whimper. “I’m sorry I’m suffocating.”

“You’re not, honey. I mean, you are a little,” he laughs lightly, smiling at you sweetly. “But, I like it, baby. I need it. Alright?” Rafe’s hands roam slowly down your back, cupping your ass in his hands. I don’t want you to change.“

“Just love you so much,” you add: cheeks blushing as you hear how pathetic you sound.

“I love you too, honey. And, I already told ’em I couldn’t go tonight. Said I wanted to stay in. Me… Okay? Didn’t blame it on you.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“Anything for you, baby,” He leans in, kissing your lips tenderly. “Didn’t know I needed you so much until you started ignoring me. Don’t do that shit again. Understand?” He scolds playfully before kissing your forehead.

“I understand.“ you whisper.

“Now, co’mere,” he mumbles, lifting you into his arms; walking you toward the counter. “Don’t move. It’s not safe.” Rafe snags the brush off the counter, working to his knees, brushing up your mess.

He tosses the remnants in the trash, shuffling toward you, licking his lips his eyes hungry for you as he eyes your tits, drifting slowly to your eyes.

“You’re so sexy, Princess,” he praises. His hands take a hold of your knees, spreading your thighs wide, stepping in between.

“You… You are so fucking hot, Rafey,” you hail. He moves even closer, one hand knitting into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip.

“Topper and Kelce just don’t know a good thing when they see it. Okay?” He assures as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

“Okay, daddy.”

“Love when you call me daddy,” he hums. You let out a little gasp as he thrusts two fingers into your sticky folds.

You finger the waistband of his gym shorts. He tugs them quickly off his body. “Here?” You giggle dizzily.

“No one’s here. Just you and me,” he assures, drawing your shirt over your head. You grip his thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip. “You heard everything. Didn’t you?“

”Mhmm..“

“M’sorry. Shoulda stood up for you. Shoulda kicked Topper’s ass for talkin’ shit in the first place. This pussy is more than worth it. You are more than worth it,” he rasps. “My fuckin’ girl,” he mumbles against your lips. His voice is deep and thick with sex, pumping and scissoring his fingers.

“Need your cock right now,” you beg.

Rafe smiles against your mouth, digits pressing deep inside. He gets to work, quickening the speed of his hands, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. “Gonna get you with my hand first. Yeah? Think you can wait for my cock, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you whine, but you can’t help but stare at Rafe’s cock. His fat head throbbing, a slight curve that hits your g-spot just right. You grind against his hand, thinking about him deep inside.

You’re a moaning mess in his arms, crying out in pleasure as your knuckles turn white from your grip on the lip of the counter. ”Gonna cum,“ you moan, your cry of passion music to his ears as he pulls out your orgasm with no intent to stop as he thrusts his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

“S-Shit,” you whimper, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as he stretches you out.

Rafe lifts you off the counter, taking you into his arms. His eyes fall down your naked frame, taking in your curves. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect, Rafe’s thick cock still sheathed deep.

”Love bein’ inside you...“ He moans, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you puff out a breath as you sink lower on his dick.

“I love your cock. S-Shit,” you shudder.

“Show me, sweetheart,” he rasps, drawing out of your cunt, reeling you around before bending you over the counter, thrusting back into your aching core.

“Fuck, Rafe!” You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of the counter, his hands steady your hips, clawing into the plush of your ass.

You bounce your ass on his cock; cheeks clapping against his warm skin. Ass recoiling with each slap of his muscular body against yours.

“Mine. Fuck, Rafe. This cock is mine,” you moan out. Feeling him hit depths that make your knees buckle as he chuckles darkly, no doubt a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches you go weak on his dick.

“That’s right, sweetheart. All yours. Gonna breed this perfect pussy.” He mumbles through panting breaths. ”You’re all mine, honey. Not goin’ anywhere.“ His hand clasps your shoulder, the other latched on your hip, pounding into you.

”Don’t stop!“

”Mmm… Cum for me, baby.”

You squeal his name as you gush around his cock, your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing.

“You and me,” he pants, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest. One hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other arm binds around your waist.

“You and me,” you mewl.

Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. “Gonna be drippin’ out of you for days.”

“Rafe, I-” You pant. “I need you closer.”

“I got you, honey.” He grips your hips tightly. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal gathered on his shaft. Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in.

He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle, making tears fall from your eyes. You’re overstimulated; absolute putty in his arms.

You can’t even form words. All thoughts in your mind shut off, but Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. His smell, his touch, his taste, the way he fucks, the way he looks at you…

“I love you, honey,” he hums.

“Love you – I love you.”

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby… Think you could cum for me again?” He whispers against your ear, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating through his large home. “Could you, baby?” Rafe does it again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter.

You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk.

“That’s my girl. That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock,” Rafe moans, setting the perfect pace, hitting your g-spot again and again.

“Cum with me?” You plead, lips parting with his as you watch him fall into bliss as well. Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe answers with yours, flooding you with his warmth. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his release.

Rafe’s forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. He lets out a deep, satisfied breath before meeting your lips. “Snuggle? That’s what you want. Don’t you?” He mumbles between kisses.

“Yes, Rafey.”

“Me too, Princess.”

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whatwouldsylwrite · 2 years ago

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At least I got you in my head (2.5)

(2)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: small blurb, mostly about your suffering in the morning. Also, I strongly believe Abby smells like Dirty from Lush either because she uses it herself or it's just how it is, but yeah. Spearmint and sandalwood and lavender. There, I said it.

tags: @abbyily

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You woke up thirsty and disoriented, but the warm hands around you quickly brought you up to speed. You came to Abby last night and asked for cuddles, right. Fuck, you felt so lonely in your cold bed yesterday it made you too emotional, and you decided it would be an excellent idea to go and cuddle the girl you had no chance with. God you hoped you didn't make Abby uncomfortable.

You were lying on your sides, facing each other, and Abby's hand was probably cramping now,but she didn't seem to mind. You sighed quietly and looked up to Abby, who was still sleeping peacefully. She was so fucking pretty you wanted to bash your head on the wall from what her adorable freckles and long lashes did to you. Her hair was a little out of place, and she looked so innocent, like a child. You wanted to smother her with silly little kisses you saved for kids when you could make extra money babysitting.

You looked down at Abby's collar and froze, confused. She was wearing your t-shirt. It made you feel hot all over, and you remembered you had her t-shirt on because you were stupid yesterday and fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Abby liked men, and you weren't one, and you should have worked harder on getting over her because this was getting ridiculous. You both just mixed your t-shirts, no big deal and no, heart, we were not making a big deal out of it.

You inhaled Abby's scent, feeling like a thief - this spearmint and sandalwood wasn't for you, but Abby smelled so good you couldn't resist and smell more. You buried your nose back in her neck and relaxed, slowly falling asleep again.

Next time you woke up three hours later, but this time you were hugging Abby from behind, your nose deep in her hair. Yeah, something was definitely wrong with you, wasn't it? You carefully moved away, scared of waking Abby up and facing whatever the fuck this situation was, but she didn't notice and you escaped her bedroom as quietly as possible, closing the door behind you.

You let out a relieved sigh and walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face which was a little bit puffy from hangover and oversleeping. It was currently almost 2 pm, meaning you already lost the whole day, because even if you didn't feel physically bad, you just wanted to lie in your bed and do nothing.

Maybe eat some junk food, actually. That would be the best.

You knew you should've changed and not continue wearing Abby's t-shirt that smelled like her, but you were weak, so you left it on. You'd put it in the laundry bin in the evening.

You were staring mindlessly into your cup when Abby shuffled to the kitchen, her hair a mess, her forearms making you weak in your knees. Damn good forearms.

"Morning." Abby yawned. "How are you feeling?"

"It's 2 pm." You laughed. "I'm as good as one can be on a hangover. You?"

"Don't want to do anything."

"Then don't. You want tea?"

"Can you make coffee?"

"Yeah."

Abby went to the bathroom and you started brewing coffee for her - she was a huge coffee drinker, but when you asked if she wanted to drink tea with you, she always said yes. Abby was sweet like that.

You smiled to yourself and poured the coffee into her cup, adding three spoons of sugar and milk to it. The sweet tooth this girl had made your teeth ache from a possible cavity.

Abby came back, still in your t-shirt, and sat on the chair, hugging her cup like it was a life-saver. She looked just as sleepy as you felt.

"Why did Cait text me that she is home?" You asked, puzzled. Notification was from 7 am.

"I told them to text us when they get home." Abby murmured in her coffee. "You don't do that?"

"I do, Cait just doesn't listen. She has this "if something happens to me you'll find out from the news" attitude." You sighed and leaned back on your chair. "I guess she wanted to be polite this time."

"Caitlyn is very cool." Abby said carefully as if she could say the wrong thing about your best friend.

"She is." You smiled. "Ellie is very different from when I met her, though."

Oh shit.

Abby looked up and you couldn't help but feel caught, as if you just accidentally admitted you cheated on Abby.

"Wait a second." Abby grinned like she knew where this was going. "You hooked up, didn't you?"

"That's a bold assumption, but yes." You grinned in return. "It was a long time ago. I didn't think that your Ellie was my Ellie."

"'My Ellie'?" Abby teased and you felt your face heat up from embarrassment. "Do you have a crush on her?"

"Oh, I've been harbouring feelings for her for half a year." You said dramatically. "Stalking her schedule, screenshotting her Instagram, moving in with her best friend…"

Abby laughed and you laughed too.

"It sounded so fucking creepy."

You nodded and finished your tea.

"I want to order some food and watch a tv-show. What do you think?"

"If I liked girls I would've definitely married you right now." Oh god not this kind of straight shit, no. Nononono. Did the universe hate you? "Really, if you dare to ditch me for your sweetheart I'll cause a scene."

"I'd make a perfect housewife." You smirked. “You can marry me just for that.”

"I always wanted a spring wedding." Abby sighed dreamingly and you laughed.

"Just say the word, babygirl." You winked and Abby laughed, but she got shy from your words and there was pink blush on her cheekbones. Shit she was cute. Not even her "5.11 built like a tank MMA fighter" appearance could hide her soft side and you just lived for it.

You enjoyed when she got all commanding and confident and even scary, because she was so fucking hot in these moments, but when she got soft and shy ohh. It was making you insane.

You both spent 10 minutes deciding what you wanted to order, and after you finally placed the order, you moved to the living room. Abby opened her arms for you, silently inviting you to cuddle, and you couldn't resist, so you lay down on her shoulder while her strong arm went around your waist, keeping you close.

"You're breaking my little gay heart." You complained, and Abby laughed.

"I'm very sorry." She said dramatically, and her warm hand was going up and down on your arm, comforting you. "My sincere apologies to the lesbian community for being straight."

You poked her in the side and she laughed again.

Abby looked at the crown of your head and she suddenly got the overwhelming desire to place a kiss there, but she stopped herself. She felt like she was toeing a line she didn't want to cross - she didn't want to be weird. She didn't want to make you feel awkward and not cuddle with her after.

You were still in her t-shirt and Abby had The Feeling again, and she tried to give it a name, but she couldn't remember when she ever felt like that - even when Ellie wore her clothes she didn't get that feeling, but it was quite.. familiar. When Ellie wore her clothes she liked knowing that yes, Ellie was her friend, she had this privilege to be friends with her. So it was probably the same with you. Maybe it was stronger because you were not a gremlin like Ellie and actually a nice person.

Abby felt all warm and fuzzy when you laughed, vibrations going through her chest. It was a nice quiet sound and your breath was getting a little deeper and heavier.

"Falling asleep?" Abby murmured, suddenly filled with affection.

"A little."

"I can wake you up when food comes."

"Nah. We will eat and then I'll nap."

Abby chuckled, not really believing you'd last long enough, and she was right: you fell asleep anyway. But she fell asleep as well, holding you close even unconscious, maybe even closer as her mind loosened the leash on her constant questioning if it was okay for friends to feel like this.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou #aligyimh

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gayassbish · 1 year ago

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Girlfriend Furina! Highschool AU

Continued From: Genshin Girls and Crushes on Each Other!

Genre: Fluff (a little angst? mention of miscommunications)

Reader: Gender Neutral

Character: Furina! (duhh)

A/N: This is from my first ask. Thanks again anon!

Furina-

Would say something like “I dont need you,” or “you’re the one whose lucky to have me, NOT the other way around,” while cuddling the crap out of you and burrowing her face into your neck.

She likes feeding you and watching your reactions to the variety of sweet shops she frequents. Notes your most pleased facial expressions to certain sweets and always buys those for you later!

Spoils your rotten but won’t admit that she does. If someone calls her out on how she spend money like it’s nothing on you, she’d just tell them it’s money well spent to see you giddy. Would never say it in front of your face though.

Changes her lock screen of you every 2.5 days. Has pictures of your cheeks full while eating, sleeping on her lap, playing with roadside cats and so many more secret ones that she doesn’t want others to see.

Fights with you when you guys kiss. Has to be the one in control or she’ll get all fussy. She’s kissing you, not the other way around so what she says goes! If she wants to kiss for an hour, you will have to sit there while she kisses you for an hour.

Always has to have something of hers touching you. Her hand on your waist, arm drooping over your shoulder, her hand just actually holding yours, or her feet touching yours when your sat across from one another. And when she’s not there beside you, you better be wearing a hoodie than smells like her or all the matching necklaces and bracelets she bought you.

The biggest hurdle you guys go through though is how Furina gets scared to how deeply attached she is to you. You quickly become someone she cannot invision without in her life. She question the normality of her feelings and asks herself if all high school relationships feel this way? And this attachment scares her so bad she feels like running away before she gets hurt.

She’s never felt the need to be so close to someone before. The fear of her losing you eventually leads to her pushing you away or her growing distant sometimes. It causes some miscommunication between you two.

Furina does this by picking fights with you over the stupidest things to test how much you like her.

Fighting over, “you didn’t text me goodnight last night,” and “how dare you look at another girl,” but when Furina sees how willing you are to deal with her bratty catty attitude, she calms downs. Her puffed up cheeks and tense body language, relaxes when you tell her that you’re not going anywhere.

When she eventually realizes that she is not someone who you just put up with, but someone you love and someone you think is worth being with, all those silly thoughts she has goes down the drain!

Besides the rough patches of insecurity, Furina is a really good lover. She may not naturally express her feelings for you with words, but she does with actions. It can be a bit confusing in the beginning but you get the hang of it!

Like she’s always contradicting herself! Tells you she doesn’t love you that muchhh in one moment but then is all over you in the next.

The easiest way to get her to tell her true feelings is pretending you’re hurt or mad. Ask her, “You really don’t love me?” with a pout and puppy eyes and Furina breaks.

Starts stuttering, (would never apologize) but accuses you for hearing her wrong and that you’re too stupid to understand her jokes. If you press on however, and continue to ask if she really loves you or not Furina will get up from wherever she is, walk over to you, sit on your lap, and hide her face in your neck as she whispers shyly the words “I love you.” … Then she quickly gets up and runs away.

P.S. Furina’s favorite past time is imagining your future wedding <3.

A/N: Have y’all read ‘I love Amy’? BECAUSE OMFG BIBI is so Furina.

#genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin wlw #genshin women x reader #focalors #furina genshin #furina #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin furina

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barleyo · 1 year ago

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Just What I Needed. (1.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: This is one of the chapters I was talking about. This is how the rest of this story will function too. One chapter of main plot, one flashback!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N)’s father was a man with big dreams. He always knew what he wanted, how to get it, and why he wanted it. He knew that he wanted to open a restaurant, something fresh and fun for families. He never much liked children, though, except for one.

It happened early in her life, but she remembered the day her father had opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He came home with the paperwork filed, and a giant smile plastered over his usually dull face. He had picked her small body up and twirled her around the room as he spoke.

“It is done, can you believe it?” He asked her, bundling her body tightly in his arms.

“What’s done? What’s goin’ on?”

“The restaurant,” he said, placing her back down on her feet, chuckling lightly when she faltered out of dizziness. “We’ll open tomorrow. Proud of your old dad, aren’t you?”

“Of course, daddy! Can I come tomorrow?”

Her father lowered himself to his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder while his grin stayed strongly across his features. Before he could answer her, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“(Y/N),” her mother called, voice weak and strained, as if every word sliced through her throat as it came up. Her name echoed slightly on the walls as her mother called again, urging her to come to her.

“Let’s see what your mother wants, hm?” He rose back to his feet, an obvious damper placed on his mood in hearing his wife’s croaking voice.

Her mother eyed the two from her spot by the sink.

She was a cold woman, thin and boney, though it wasn’t just time that had done this to her. Her life, as she found it, was full of compromise. She never wanted children. In her home, they were the inescapable hell that she could only cope with by puffing her thinly rolled cigarettes to keep herself sane.

“Go upstairs, (Y/N).” The filter of her cigarette was stained red by her lips. The grey ash sprinkled slightly on the floor as she placed it back into her mouth.

“Why? I thought I was gonna go with dad–”

“Now, (Y/N). Go to your room.” She put the cig out in the sink, punctuating her sentence with a soft hiss of the ash against the stray water droplets littering the sink.

(Y/N) nodded slowly before walking halfway up the stairs. She stopped and sat, hugging the rail so that she could listen to her parents' conversation.

“Why would you try to take her there?” Her moms voice was quiet and muffled behind the wall, but (Y/N) sat as still as she could, hardly breathing in order to be able to hear everything. “I don’t want her at that fucking restaurant.”

“I can take my daughter wherever I want,” he quickly shot back, car keys clenched in his hand. He felt the grooves of the house key on the ring digging into his palm. “I worked hard, she’ll like it there.”

“Our daughter, William, and no, she won’t. Those monster robots you spend all your time on will scare her.”

“I made them for her, I think I know my daughter well enough to know what she’d like.”

A dry, sarcastic laugh fell from her lips. “Really? You think you know anything about her, about any of these goddamn kids? When’s the last time you were here for more than a few hours?”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t do, I do too much for you, for all of you.” He sucked his teeth and walked away, leaving her in the kitchen. Seeing his daughter still on the stairs, he waved her over. “Let’s go.”

“Mom said we could go?” (Y/N) felt her hands twitch nervously. She knew her mother didn’t want her to go with her father, she never went against her.

“We don’t always have to listen to her, she doesn’t always know what’s best for you, baby girl.”

She followed behind William, clinging onto his pant leg as they walked out of the house. She sat in the backseat quietly, waiting for her father to start talking while he pulled out of the driveway. Instead, he joined her in silence, feeling the tension in the car grow when (Y/N)’s mother’s face appeared in the window, scowling.

The awkward silence dissipated into a calm quiet once they pulled into the well lit parking lot of Freddy’s. The car pulled in smoothly under the black pavement and stopped right in front of the door.

“Hop out, let’s go see the inside.”

She got out and shivered in the cold, night air. Her arms grew soft goosebumps until she felt a heavy fabric cover her shoulders.

“Hm?” She looked at the jacket her father placed over her. His favorite, a tan, thick coat with wool around the hood. “Thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

He said nothing, instead leading her to the door, unlocking it, and bringing her inside. (Y/N) gasped at the bright colors of the main floor. The tables were nice and wooden, the floors were slick and new, and there were game machines in the back of the room.

“Can I go play one? Pretty please?” She tried to run over to one, but his firm hand grabbed the hood of the jacket to stop her in place.

“There’ll be plenty time for that another day. Come, there is something better I want you to see.” William picked her up, hands on her lower back as he scooped her comfortably up to his chest. He brought her to a stage covered by red curtains. The velvet crinkled under his rough hands when he pulled it back to reveal the animatronics. The animatronics were powered off, sitting with an uncanny aura around them. They were shiny and plastic, but they gave off an old, tired energy that she felt unnerved by.

“Daddy, what are those?”

He put her down on the stage, pushing her forward a bit to urge her to touch them.

“Your new friends, (Y/N).

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Patience #2.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to hageeeeeee]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 6,357

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part 2 from Jiraiya's POV

Oral/Fingering/Masturbation

Hair Pulling

Nick Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Sweet Girl/Thing, Sensei, Obedient Girl, Pillow Princess, Tease

Praising/Soft Domination

Power Difference/Age Gap (Teacher/Student)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Hickies/Bite Marks

Thigh Shots/Creampie

Vibrating Panties

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My hands trail over my student's back as she sleeps, napping like I told her to. I fully intended to nap too, but the Sweet Girl keeps squirming in her sleep, clenching and rubbing against my dick buried in her.

Even if she was a still sleeper, I wouldn't be able to sleep. Tsunade is never going to let me hear the end of it when we get home. That, and I'll owe Naruto three thousand yen. My old student was convinced I was going to 'go full pervy sage mood' with my new student. And he was right.

When the Sweet Thing shifts again my eyes flicker down to her. She's adorable, curled up on top of me as she clings to my chest. "Jiraiya-Sensei?" She calls, sleep still evident in her voice. My Sweetheart sits up, her fingers sliding against a valley of my scar, sending new mellow shocks of pain through my chest.

"Hello, Little One," I answer back, watching her shift upward. The Sweet Thing clenches around me as she moves, jump-starting my hips. "How'd you sleep?" I ask, circling my hips slowly. I know she's fine to take me, courtesy of me being buried in her for the past few hours and the juices that have been dribbling out of her on occasion. Just because she's physically ready doesn't mean she is mentally. Not everyone wants to be fucked awake.

"I..." she starts, mouth hanging a bit as she looks down at me. My Little One is back to her wide eyes, 'please fuck me' look that was driving me crazy earlier today. "I slept..." a whimper tumbles from her lips, more desperation for me swirling on her face. "Good. How'd... you sleep?"

"I slept good, Sweetheart," I lie through my teeth. I don't want her to know she kept me awake. My heart swells a bit at the question, a small reminder of how sweet my kunoichi is.

My hands fall to her thighs, fingers wrapping around her flesh to tug her off of me, mindset to settling her on my chest again. I like the way it burned, having her cunt drip into my scar. Plus, I want to taste her again, to bury my head between her thighs, to hear her call for me in need. "What are you doing?" My Little One almost cries, her desperation for me no longer only present on her face. "Sensei, you said - "

"I know, my Sweet Girl," I coo, trying to calm her down. At this rate, my youthful student is going to have me feeling my age. I have the sex drive of a dog, but I'm starting to think my kunoichi has the sex drive of a rabbit. "I'll fuck you, I promise. I just need to prep you again," I half lie. She doesn't need it, proven by her pulsing around me on repeat, but it wouldn't hurt to warm her up a bit.

I flip us over, resting my Sweet Thing on her back as I hover over her. She looks cuter balled up under me, being engulfed by my form. I start us off slow, littering kisses down her stomach, enjoying the taste of her skin against my lips. By the time I get to her legs, the Pillow Princess is antsy, squirming around as I shift myself lower, continuing to press kisses into her as I line myself up to her pussy.

My eyes settle on her wetness, enjoying the sight of her arousal and the way she gaps for me. The thought of filling her up and enjoying the sight of her pussy spilling over flutters through my mind, giving me the mental note to talk to her about my infertility and her comfort level of me cumming in her. That's a discussion for another time though.

I stay locked on the beautiful sigh as I slither my tongue out, focusing on her clit right away. I flick it once before running down her folds, lapping up the mess that built during her nap.

"Sensei," my Princess calls as her fingers bury into my hair. My dick twitches at the small movement, quickly reminding me how much I like my hair pulled.

"Sweetheart," I call back, making sure the vibrations rub against her clit. Her hips jerk, forcing my face further into her pussy.

From there, my Little One takes her eat-out into her own hands, keeping my head still as she grinds against my face. I laugh a bit at the sight, enjoying every second of her desperation to get off. I decide to help the horny youngster out, shifting my hold to her legs to lift her, offering a better angle for her to ride my face.

I continue licking at her, doing my best to keep pace with her unrhythmic hips. "Sensei?! Jiraiya?!" She whines, her breath picking up as her orgasm approaches. My student looks adorable like this, eagerly riding my face, head thrown back with her titties pushed out as she yearns for me.

"Little One?" I respond, shifting my focus to her hole, hoping it'll help her neediness. I focus on running my tongue along her insides, mentally tallying what spots get the best noises out of her. I occasionally bump her clit with my nose too, encouraging her cum to spill out so I can taste it again.

I slide my tongue over a new spot, getting rewarded with a few things. My name called, my head pressed down again, and her cunt clenching as she comes undone. There it is, my Sweet Girl's g-spot. "Sensei? Sensei? Sensei?!" My student moans out the melody of my hard work.

"Sweetheart, Sweetheart, Sweetheart," I tease, mimicking her sweet sounds before lapping up the fresh cum coating her pussy.

"Sensei?" Princess whines, fingers so tight around my hair that I'm a tad bit worried she'll hurt herself. "Please?" She continues to whine, tugging on me.

The pull of my hair makes me twitch again as I give in to her wants, crawling up her body. I laugh again when her face falls into view. She's adorable because of how eager she is. It reminds me of someone seeing the ocean for the first time.

I hover over my Little One, watching as her mess falls from my face, coating her dusty pink cheeks in her arousal. The sight is almost enough to make me cum now. My hands cup her knees, spreading her open even more so I can fit against her. "Hello again, Little One," I murmur, soaking in her softness.

Her little innocent act gets me way too hard, way too quickly. The Sweet Girl's desperation is rubbing off of me, making my balls feel heavy as I rest against her. I bend down, bumping her nose so more of her cum covers her cheeks before I kiss her.

I want her to taste herself, to know how good she tastes, how addictive she is. It's solely a selfish act, sliding my tongue past her lips, sucking on hers so her taste is forced against her tastebuds, but I don't care. I deserve a selfish act now and again.

My fingers dig into her knees, bending them up to her head so my Sweetheart's pussy is on display for me. "You're doing so good," I tell her as I sink into her cunt.

My Little One feels so good, wrapped around my deprived dick. My focus is set, trying my best not to pound the life out of her. There's plenty of time to ruin her ability to walk, but for now, I need to be gentle, to be sweet, so my Princess can enjoy our first time together.

Despite it being a bad decision, I decide to shift my gaze down, watching her pussy cling to my cock. My nerves shift to my fingers, clinging to the back of her thighs to stretch her out more, hoping it'll calm my want to let loose.

"Sensei, it hurts," My Obedient Girl whines, laying out another boundary.

"I'm sorry, Sweet Girl," I apologize, adding the thought of flexibility training to my mental note list. I like her pressed like this, I like getting to see her face and her pussy stretching at the same time, but my Princess needs to be comfortable.

I drop her legs down, scooping up her waist before switching our positions again. I settle my Little One on top of me again, resting her back into our nap-time position. "Be a good student and bounce on your Sensei's dick," I encourage, causing my Sweet Girl to clench around me again.

The encouragement gets me what I want, my student eagerly riding my cock like the sex-driven rabbit she is. Her hands settle into my scar again, clinging to some of the valleys as she bounces. "My perfect Obedient Girl. You feel so good wrapped around me," I praise, holding her hands as I enjoy the small rest.

Just as I figured, the rest doesn't last long, dissatisfaction coating my Sweet Thing's face as her speed picks up. A whimper spills from her, my name quickly following the noise. "Please?" She whines head tilted as she looks down at me.

"Please what? Is my pillow princess upset I put her on top?" Another chuckle roars through my chest, my Little One already playing me like a fiddle.

I pick up her hands, quickly pressing eight kisses against them, coating each one of her knuckles. I lift her off of me again, my tip red and angry from the lost satisfaction. "I suppose I can't complain if I keep complying," I confess, settling my Sweetheart on all fours before I shift behind her.

She looks hot in this position, her cute butt arched up to show off her soaked pussy. I thrust back into her, setting the pace faster than her bounce. Her hips jerk backward, verifying her whine to get off was from the lack of speed she could muster. My hands drop down, pressing into her sides so I can maneuver her alongside my thrusts.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," I order, trying to keep my desperation out of my voice. I want to see her, watch her face shifting from the pleasure I'm giving her, see her big doe eyes staring up at me with need.

My Obedient Girl does as she's told, arching her back as her head tilts back. The arch lets me sink into her further, quickly shoving me closer to the finish line. My sight skates over her body before settling on her eyes. When our eyes lock, I'm a goner. "Fuck, Little One," I mutter, reluctantly pulling myself out of her.

I hunch over, still clinging to her as my cum paints her thighs. A moan tumble from my lips as my dick twitches against her legs, continuing to lay claim to my student. "Good job, Sweetheart. You did a really good job. Your sensei is proud of you," I praise, sliding my hands down to rub her stomach as I catch my breath.

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I can feel the desperation seeping out of my student. She's a hot mess today, the lack of attention finally boiling over. "Jiraiya," she whimpers, her nails digging into my arm as she begs for my attention. I rub my thumb over her knee, trying to ignore my growing hard-on as I focus on the information Riku is filling me in on.

We're in the Mist Village for a reason. We are here to collect information on the new strand of Paeon flowers being grown. We are here to bring information back to Tsunade for her medical research. We are -

"Sensei?" My Little One almost cries, her voice strained as she wraps her fingers around mine, desperately trying to tug my hand up to her waistband. Her tone makes my dick pulse, quickly breaking what little concentration I have left.

Why did I have to be right about her having the sex drive of a rabbit? Why haven't I tried harder to teach her some patience? Why have I given in to her every whim?

Because she's young, so her hormones reflect that. Because I like how desperate and needy she is, how willing she is to fuck me wherever, whenever. Because my name tumbling from her lips and her taste is intoxicating enough that I understand the mindset of an addict now.

I squeeze her knee and shoot her a glare, a nonverbal order to calm herself down. I shift in my seat, shoving down my arousal as I try to calm myself too. My eyes settle back on Riku, taking in the information he's sharing.

My princess's fingers tangle into my hair, tugging on it as she whines my name again. My jaw clenches as I quickly start losing my composure. I can't tell her no when she acts like this, when she tries so needly to get my attention, when she's throwing herself at me, and only me. Why does my kunoichi have to be so youthful? So packed full of those uncontrollable hormones?

"What an antsy kunoichi you have, Jiraiya boy. I don't know how you keep your wits about you," Riku chuckles, causing my glare to snap towards him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I hiss, my hand clenching my Little One's knee harder. What is Riku thinking? That he has a chance? Over my dead body.

"Calm down," he continues to laugh, a smug smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at me. Riku is one of my longest-lasting allies, I shouldn't be surprised he reads through me so easily. Easy enough to poke at my unneeded protectiveness. "I just know your students tend to have more energy than they know what to do with," he finishes, continuing to eye my kunoichi, quickly bubbling up more of my jealousy.

He needs to back off. Is he blind? Does he not see how desperately she clings to me? How desperately she whines for me? Riku has as much of a chance of getting my student in bed as Orochimaru does.

I glare at him, at least until my Sweetheart's legs rub together, squeezing my hand between her knees. My eyes jump down to her, taking in the discomfort on her face.

My poor Princess, the lack of attention today must be killing her. I don't care who knows I'm sleeping with her, I'll announce it to the whole world if she wants, but that doesn't mean our work can take a back burner to our growing relationship.

We're Shinobis, our missions have to be completed and at the moment they require communication with other Shinobis. It's not exactly appropriate to have my tongue shoved down her throat or my teeth sink into her neck during a business meeting.

"You're not wrong, I tend to have chakra balls for students. Do you mind excusing us for a few minutes?" I finally respond, turning my attention back to Riku, who's still eyeing my student. I swear to the Lord above I could knock his teeth out.

"Enjoy your walk," he huffs, waving us away as he sulks in his disappointment. God, he should be disappointed. She's my Sweet Girl, not his. If Riku wants a student so bad he should get one himself instead of trying to steal mine.

My hand jumps from my student's knee to her arm, clinging to it as I climb out of my chair, tugging her along with me. She stumbles behind me, hands occasionally pressing to my back as her balance shifts in and out.

Whether her balance is offset from my grip or from the cloak she's swimming in doesn't matter at the moment. If Riku doesn't stop undressing her with his eyes, I'll burn the cloak so my Princess has to show off my love marks.

"We're going on a walk?" The Sweet Thing asks, hands leaving my back now that I'm not tugging her around as roughly.

"No," I answer shortly, heading toward the bathroom. We're not going on a walk, we're going to the bathroom so I fuck her neediness out of her, so I can stop her little whines that have hooked Riku's attention.

"But what's his face said - "

"When I was training Naruto, sometimes he would get antsy at the table," I start explaining, my jealousy washing out of my chest. Why was I so worried? My Sweetheart couldn't even be bothered to remember Riku's name. "I would excuse us and take him on a walk or practice a jutsu or two outside so he could burn off some energy,"

"But I'm not antsy, I'm - "

"I know," I say, cutting her off again. I'm pulsing with need as we stand outside the bathroom. When I force my Sweet Thing to look at me, my dick only gets angrier with the lack of attention it's getting. "You, Little One, have the sex drive expected for someone of your age. I have given into every single whine for me you've spilled. Today, I have not, so now your hormones are going crazy because I went from answering every beck and call to barely touching you. You, my Sweet Girl, are beyond pampered."

The short explanation makes her thighs rub together, only further enforcing my observations throughout the day. "I'm sorry. I just... need you, Sensei," the words tumble from my Princess, coated in whines as her legs continue to rub together for stimulation.

I cling to her hips, shoving the bathroom door open as I drag her inside. "Dear lord, Sweetheart. You're killing me," I confess, my desperation quickly catching up with hers.

"How am I killing you, Sensei?" She asks the very obvious question. My Little One stands on her tippy toes, rubbing her clothed pussy against me. Her eyes are blown out, filled with that fake naiveness she wears so well. I swear she knows what it does to me with how often she uses her nifty little trick to get what she wants.

"Your little whines," I start spilling the answer, hands clinging to her legs once again. "How desperately you grip at me," I continue, walking us over to the counter. "The way your thighs rub together in need, your big doe eyes you keep staring at me with. You're not a Princess, you're a tease," I finish, setting her on the counter. She looks so pretty, so fuck-able perched like this.

I shove the collar of her cloak out of the way, instantly latching myself to her neck. I'll make sure Riku knows we didn't go on a walk, make sure he knows my student is whiney for my dick, and not because she can't control her chakra levels.

"Sensei, I'm going to look terrible. Stop leaving hickies." The whine is followed by the familiar feeling of fingertips tangling and tugging on my hair.

I hate the request, I hate not being able to chip more of my admiration into her skin. I still pull back, dragging the patch of skin between my lips with me as much as I can, soaking in as much of the moment as I can. I make a mental tally to talk to her about it, to figure out what she doesn't like about it, to figure out how to make her comfortable enough that I can keep leaving proof of my obsession with her littered across her body.

"You look gorgeous with them, Sweetheart. So gorgeous," I coo, hoping the gentle reinforcement will help our conversation tonight about the markings I leave.

I quickly tug her pants down to her knees, wasting no time shoving my hand down her panties and thrusting two fingers into her. Whines spill from her, quickly being replaced by mewls when I pace circles into her clit that match the thrusts of my fingers. "Be quiet, Sweet Thing," I order, shoving her panties down to join her pants.

"I know you're not completely ready, Princess, but I know you can take me. You can take all of me," I spill out, not satisfied with the half-assed prep I gave her. My student needs more preparation, she needs to be stretched more and wetter but time is not our friend right now.

I line myself up to her cunt, resting my tip against her. I settle a hand on the counter, supporting my weight as I cling to her hair, stretching out her neck. It takes everything in me not to sink my teeth into her throat.

When I dip into her, I give in to my wants. I continue marking her throat and her titties, sucking and nipping more bruises into her. This isn't how I treat my Sweetheart. If she says no, I don't do it, no matter what. She's precious, perfect, intoxicating. She tells me to jump and I ask how high.

But I can't help it. Not being able to pay attention to my pretty perfect student has been weighing on me as much as it's been weighing on her. I'll apologize to her later, I'll beg on my knees for forgiveness if I have to, I'll give her the whole world to make up for my selfishness. But for now, I'll rut into her like the horn dog I am, I'll suck proof of me into her so Riku sees me on every inch of her skin.

"Sensei?" My Princess whines, making my lips lag against her breasts.

Her fingers wrap around my hand pressed into the counter, trying to tug it towards her. I give her what she wants, it's the least I can do for ignoring her boundary. My fingers ghost over her clit, getting me as much of a jerk of her hips as she can manage under my weight.

My thrusts slow, my focus shifting from my need to fill her to my need to please her. I'm a top shinobi, a legendary sannin, and yet here I am, desperately trying to please my student as I chase my high. I'm acting like a schoolboy getting his dick wet for the first time. It's almost humiliating.

I pull my mouth off her neck, shifting up to capture her lips. I shove my tongue into her mouth, continuing my selfish streak, pounding her faster as I French her. My Sweet Girl's sounds filter into my mouth, her eyes glossed over as she looks at me. That does it, her needy eyes break me once again.

My thrusts stutter, shoving myself into her again. I could fill her up, have my cum leak out of her at the table, the biggest 'back off' possible. But I can't do that, I can't watch her panic during dinner because I don't have the time right now to explain to her I physically can't get her pregnant.

"Jiraiya," she whines when I pull out, making me second-guess my choice. My student desperately pulls on me, nails digging into my shoulders as I coat her thighs again. Her thighs are always so pretty covered in my semen. I need to remember to take a picture of the sight one of these days.

"You need to learn to be patient," I mutter, tucking myself back into my pants.

My mind is running wild. How long have we been in here? Longer than a walk? Is Riku even still in the restaurant? How pissed is Tsunade going to be if I miss out on some information?

I litter my Sweet Girl's face in kisses, the best aftercare we can afford on our time crunch. She's disappointed and unsatisfied with my selfish act and it makes me feel terrible. This isn't how I treat my Sweetheart. She gets the world, she gets her high every time, she gets fucked until her needs are filled, and then she gets coddled like the baby she is.

"Be a good Obedient Girl at dinner and I'll fuck as long as you want tonight. Be patient," I almost beg, quickly working on straightening her clothes.

I litter more kisses across her, desperately trying to apologize through my actions. It almost hurts to see her disappointment. This is embarrassing and humiliating how much of a dog I act like when it comes to my kunoichi.

"Sensei, you didn't clean me up," she whines, as needy as ever. She squirms, my cum quickly soaking through her clothing, further proving that she is mine. My Princess, my student, my kunoichi.

"You'll be fine. It'll be a nice reminder to behave," I rush out, peaking her lips before setting her back on the ground. I tighten her cloak around her, making a mental note to take a relaxing bath once we're done here. I can't have my Sweetheart ill because I don't have time to clean up my messes.

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I swear my kunoichi is going to be the death of me. I don't know how she seems to have more stamina than me, but she manages to. It's been difficult keeping up with her needs and gently training her to control herself. It's been even more difficult reminding myself not to cave to her every whine and whimper.

Though, my Sweetheart is the muse for my next book. The plot is already in the works, unfolding in front of my eyes. Our lovely heroin that is oblivious to the addiction her love interest has for her. Quite the fitting story for my next book.

Despite the motivation spilling for my student, I have tried to manage her needs. My newest attempt is the pair of vibrating panties I stumbled upon last night. I didn't stumble upon them, I was actively looking for a toy with hopes it would help my hormonal rabbit that clings to me like I'm oxygen. It just so happened I stumbled upon the panties before anything else.

They seem to be working. My Sweetheart has been clingy, but less needy than normal. It seems to be enough to hold her over when her needs spark throughout the day.

I have decided Riku is useless and that I'll take the lecture from Tsunade. Because of that, I reached out to Yuma for information instead. He's just as knowledgeable as Riku and works in the same department within his village, with a lot fewer wandering eyes.

"Anyway, how are you enjoying the village?" He asks, turning to my student.

My Little One's eyes are cast down, her sight on the ground as she focuses on keeping her noises in. That's my fault, I turned her new toy on when we first met up with Yuma, hoping it would keep her in check, which it has.

I poke her with my elbow, turning the speed up to mess with her. She's been getting pleasure all day long, so I deserve the gentle teasing. "You were asked a question."

My Sweet Girl's eyes jump up, silent pleas filtering to me before she turns towards Yuma. "I..." her jaw clenches, eyes fluttering at the new speed. "Didn't hear you," she finishes, squirming as her eyes keep jumping back to me.

"How are you enjoying the village? I hope the civilians have been treating you well," Yuma repeats, smiling down at my kunoichi. He's a teacher, more stereotypical than me, getting new students every couple of years instead of randomly finding them.

"It's been good. I like getting to go swimming when we're not busy and such." During her answer I cut off the toy, giving her a breather. Not for long though. "I also- "

Mid-sentence I click it back on, watching my Sweetheart snap her mouth shut again, eyes fluttering back to me. My sweet Obedient Girl, so eager for my touch and approval.

"You also what?" Yuma coos in his teacher voice, trying to seem like a calm and safe place like he does for his students.

"I... um... there's some really good... teriyaki chicken at... I don't know," the words slowly tumble out of my Princess, her jaw repeatedly clicking shut and eyes still desperately shooting toward me. Good, she can feel as desperate for me as I do for her.

Yuma sends her another comforting smile before tugging his attention away from her. "You got a shy student for once. That must be a nice change of pace."

The falsehood of the statement makes me laugh before I can stop myself. She's not shy, she's stimulated and humiliated by the possibility of cumming without me ever touching her. "Something like that," I answer, turning the toy off again. I soak in the mixed emotions on her face, enjoying the look as Yuma goes back to our discussion.

My Sweet Girl wraps her hands around my arm, shoving herself against me as she clings. I can feel her eyes baring into me, the soft vibrations of unheard whines buzzing from her throat against my arm. Buzzes that sink to my balls, kickstarting my arousal.

As a soft payback, I turn her toy back on, maxing out the speed from the start. My student wiggles closer to me, her legs wrapping around mine as she softly humps me. This is a new level of desperation, a new level that quickly rushes blood to my penis. "Jiraiya? Sensei?" She calls, her whines finally bubbling through.

I jerk to the side, ready to grab at my Sweetheart to stop the hair tug that usually follows. I lock her wrists in my hand, the attempt to slow down my arousal doing the opposite. The sight of both her wrists knotted in one hand makes me ache. Her eyes flicker up with their usual 'fuck me please' look in them. The bow that manages to play me like a fiddle every time.

"I'm sorry," I rush out, turning my sight back to Yuma after warning my kunoichi to calm down, just for the time being. "My kunoichi gets moody when she's hungry," I half-lie, my Sweet Girl does get moody when she's hungry but she's not hungry right now. At least not for food.

"Oh, that's no problem at all. I tend to get a bit hangry myself," Yuma says, smiling down at my student again.

I tug on my Princess, motioning towards our ally in hopes she'll take the hint. "I'm sorry," she mutters, jaw clinking shut again. "Sir," she adds, tugging slightly on the hold I have on her.

I drop my hold on her, set on quickly leaving our meeting. "I should get her some food. We can continue later," I mutter, quickly piecing together a time for our next meeting. Maybe I'll ask him to drinks and leave my Sweetheart at the hotel.

As soon as Yuma's 'goodbye' is muttered, I'm back to gripping the Sweet Thing's wrist. I tug her behind me, turning her toy back on so she can squirm around with the neediness that's a constant distraction.

"Sensei, I'm not hungry," she utters, back to clinging and trying to hump me as we walk down the road.

My eyes flicker down to her, taking in the sight. A smile crawls on my face at the scene, at the way her fingers cling to my arm, at the way her hips rub against mine. "Yes, you are. Just not in that way," I tease, tugging her to the left. "You've been so good today," I coo, leading her down the empty dead-end road. "Let's see how much longer you can be good."

"What? Jiraiya?" My student hisses, disappointment coating her face. My heart sinks at the sight. I hate leaving her disappointed but she needs to learn we can't drop everything every time her pussy tingles.

"Hush now, Little One," I continue to coo, scanning the space for any stragglers. The buzzing of her vibrator fills my ears, reminding me how heavy my balls are. I want to cum, I want to dump my load into her cunt, I want to see my semen leaking out of her desperate pussy. "You're doing so good. Keep being an Obedient Girl, okay?" I encourage her, moving forward so she's stuck between the wall and myself.

Her head tilts up to look at me, forcing me to look into those traps of eyes she has. "I don't want to be obedient. I want you to fuck me," she whimpers, lip popping out in a pout. Her hands snake into my pants, fingertips rubbing against my dick as she releases it from my clothing. "Please fuck me."

I cave too easily, I give her what she wants too easy, my Princess is going to turn rotten if she keeps getting her way. Despite that, my hands cling to her pants, tugging them down just enough to slip myself into her. "No, you're going to be patient. You can't get what you want all the time," I answer back, the command sounding shallow as it spills out.

One of my hands busy themselves, cupping her wrists, pressing them to the wall above her head. My other hand falls in the opposite direction, gripping my dick. My Sweetheart watches intensely, mouth-watering as she watches me rub myself.

I shift forward, rubbing myself through her folds. Her warm slick coats me, making me second guess my decision. How can I tell her no and then tease her so much? How can I tell her no when she squirms every time my tip pokes at her hole? How can I tell her no when all I can think about is the way her cheeks would be coated pink every time a bit of my cum dribbles out of her pussy?

"I can't get what I want all the time but you can? How is that fair?" My kunoichi groans, hips jerking to try and take what she wants.

That does it for me. She wants to talk about fairness? You know what's not fair? Me bending to her every whim, me spending all day hard as a rock because she's so needy, me not being able to cum in her cunt because every waking moment is spent working or with my head buried between her thighs.

"Sweetheart," I whisper into her ear, bending down so my voice is as close as it can get. "I can wait until we're alone in our hotel room to fuck you. You, on the other hand, try to jump my bones every chance you get. You need to learn to be patient, to wait until we're not busy," the words come out hissed, a warning for her to calm down, to get herself under control before I'm no longer in control.

"We're not busy now. Fuck me now. Jiraiya!" She continues to huff, trying to shift her hips down again. "Please?" My Little One continues, starting to crack the hard demeanor I'm trying to keep. I cave just a bit, letting my tip dip into her instead of just poking at her pussy.

"Fine. If you're so desperate to be filled, I'll fill you," I huff back, deciding to be selfish again. If she wants to see unfair, I'll show her unfair. Maybe then she'll be more sweet than spoiled. Maybe she'll be more grateful for the way I cave to her needs.

My Sweetheart turns to the side, lips perched for the kiss she expects. The kiss she's not going to get. She needs to be reminded I spoil her because I want to, not because I have to.

Instead of the kisses I usually pepper across her, I stuff her mouth with my fingers, coating them in saliva as they settle down her throat. My Princess's eyes flicker in surprise. "Suck," I order, starting to move through her folds again, lubing myself up so it's easier to jack off.

My Obedient Girl does as she's told, gently reminding me how much she obeys my orders. Maybe I just need to be more vocal about my needs, maybe my Sweet Girl would be willing to cave to me as well.

Our eyes stay hooked on each other. The mix of them, my dick rubbing against her, and the feeling of her tongue sliding over my fingers is shoving me forward, making my balls clench in their familiar way.

I pull out of her mouth, wrapping my hold around my dick again. Her juices and saliva mix as I rub my length, the tip of my did still buried and twitching in her cunt.

My student's eyes break from me, tumbling down to watch me get off. She squirms at the sight, unhappy with the attention I'm getting instead of her for once.

When my high is close, I shove myself into her, bottoming out. "Sensei?" She whines from the sudden stretch, trying to get out of the hold I have on her.

"Sweetheart, there you go," I groan, spilling over inside of her. I thrust my hips, shoving my cum deeper into her. If my Princess is so needy to be filled, I'll fill her up, fuck myself as deep into her as possible so I trickle out of her for longer. "You're filled up like you asked."

When I still, her hips jump into motion, grinding against me. "That's not how I meant it. You're going to knock me up doing that," she whimpers, her pussy clinging to me counteracting her fake concern. My Sweetheart likes being stuffed as much as I like stuffing her.

"It'll be fine," I mutter, coating her in kisses. "I can't get you pregnant," I shortly explain, noting to have a deeper conversation about it tonight. "We should eat and then go back to our business in the village," I add, priorities back in order as I cover her up again.

"You didn't clean me again," she whines, the usual whine following our quickies.

"I know," I utter, covering myself again too before shifting my kisses to her lips. "I want to watch you squirm as I leak out of you. It'll be another test of your patience," I explain, pressing more kisses to her lips.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #jiraiya #jiraiya oneshot #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut

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theducks-111 · 3 months ago

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So i'm in an Early Childhood Education class rn. This unit is about in-house daycares and I'm realizing that the home daycare I went to as a kid did not follow state guidelines like at all. In my brain I always felt that the teacher, we can call her C, was quite mean but my mom had known her since high school so I always kinda just let it be. But now knowing that what a lot of what she did was so illegal is making me rethink it. Like, there was this one time when a 3 ish year old was mimicking the baby noises an infant there was making. She was told to stop. And she did for a few minutes but her being a toddler, she forgot and did it again. So C storms over, pulls this kid up off her chair by her collar, and says "knock it off" through her teeth. She then plops the kid back down and walks away and leaves this little girl sobbing. And during the little kids nap time, the older kids either could watch 2 movies or go outside. And we had to be silent if we were watching a movie because C would sleep on the couch right behind us. And if we were outside, we were sent out and locked out of the house for the 2.5 hours that nap time happened. And I mean like the door was locked. We had no snacks or food. There was no one watching us. And I just remember being so distressed and crying and crying to go home. She also forced me to eat foods I didn't like and just generally let us do whatever without supervising. And none of us ever really acted out because we were so scared of her. She also had too many kids in her home at once. In my state, you can have either, 4 babies under 12 months, 3 under 12 months and 3 over 12 months, or 6 over 12 months as your maximums. But she would have at least 7 or 8 of us on a busy day. She actually passed away when I was 9 while toddlers were in her home shortly after drop off. And I just feel so terrible for the 2 kids who were there before the next adult got there and found her. And I know you're not meant to speak ill of the dead but it's just so strange to think how she treated us now that I work with little kids as well. And I can promise you I haven't ever lifted a kid by their shirt.

#rant writing #bad parenting #mental health #like wtf #toddlers

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theverumproject · 5 months ago

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Get To Know Me Tag!

Thank you for the tag @rivenantiqnerd!

I rambled a little too much in this one, woops.

Rules: Answer the questions because I want to get to know you better :D

Do you have a pet?

No, but I frequently get visited by a cat that is older than I am (She's like 22 or something lol). But my mom, my sister and I have been wanting to get chickens!

Comfort food?

I don't really have one? A steak, maybe?

How many languages do you speak?

My native language is Swissgerman, so naturally I also speak High German and obviously I speak English. So let's say 2.5 languages, because the two Germans are similar, but not the same.

I wanna learn many more languages though, that includes; Romansh, Italian (we had it in school for six fucking years but I can barely speak it), French (these three are the other national languages of Switzerland), Swedish, Norwegian, Finnish, Greek, Russian, Japanese, Welsh, Old Germanic, Latin, Old English and perhaps spanish. There are just sooo many beautiful languages in the world, though I know I will probably never get past the 2.5.

Random fact about yourself

As a kid I got so sick of radio music that I didn't listen to any songs with lyrics in them for about 2-3 years. I only listened to Dubstep, which eventually turned into only listening to Deathstep (and some robo and metalstep) for about 2 years.

One day I found a remix of the songs Psychosocial and The Devil in I by Slipknot. Slipknot was my gateway band to metal. I practically only listened to them for probably more than half a year.

And then I discovered aliencore. Aliencore is a subgenre of death metal in which, you guessed it, everything is about aliens. So I got obsessed with Rings of Saturn at first (I still mourn them deeply) and later on with Aversions Crown. So I pretty much only listened to them for probably more than half a year too.

Then I got obsessed with Behemoth and Gorogoroth for a while, that's how I began listening to black metal too. About one or two years ago I got obsessed with Ghost and only listened to them for more than half a year, AGAIN!

That was the last time I obsessed over a band. Now I just listen to a bunch of different bands and artists. I don't have a favorite band at the moment, but my favorite song is Sommer by Nargaroth. I also love Starchild by Wintersun, Fading Memories by Thy Pallor, Wieczernia by Batushka, The Sun, The Moon, The Star by Aether Realm, Million Year Summer by The Angelic Process, The Satanist by Behemoth and a bunch of Slipknot songs like Gently, Iowa, Scissors and The Virus of Life.

I really just rambled about my entire musical journey, fucking hell.

Something you’re proud of?

In my last year of school, we had to do a final project. I chose to write about how I imagined the future to look like. I researched everything to be as scientifically accurate as possible. I had a bunch of ideas for topics, and in the end I ended up with six. They were: “Can you bring artificial intelligence to life?”, “What could the future of space travel possibly look like?”, “How could the cities of the future look like?”, “Will humanity go extinct?” “What is the technological and human singularity?” and “What is my idea of transhumanism?”. (The original titles are in German).

I had a blast during the presentation, I even made somebody cry actually. I showed them a video of ChaosGPT and it actually frightened some. One girl was wiping her tears away. To me this was really funny, because I put the video on 2x speed which made the Mozart music in the background sound really funny. Imagine some evil AI planning to destroy the world, while a girl is crying as Mozart is playing at 2x speed in the background and I just stand in front of the whole class and two teachers, trying to hold my shit together.

Anyway, I got a 6 (best possible grade) for the written work, a 6 for the journal and a 5.8 for the presentation (I talked for over an hour, which was a little too long, but the rest of it was fucking great!!!), so I received a -6 for the whole project. My other teacher also gave me a 6 (It's an unofficial grade though) and the whole class had to give me a grade too, which were all 6s too!

So yeah, I did a fucking amazing job!

Tags: @teamarine777 @creative-author + open tag!

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thevoidstaredback · 8 months ago

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I'mma rant for a second.

Someone please validate me.

I think I'm beyond justified when I say that no one listens to me.

This show (Come From Away) is running for three days. I've had the five shifts (4 on the weekend, 1 Friday) for three weeks. Counting my conversation with my parents a few minutes ago, I have explained what this show is, where I am, what it's about, and the history behind it 23 times.

6 times to my mom

4 times to my twin

2 times my older sister

3 times to my dad

8 times to my grandparents

What the actual duck does a girl have to do to get someone to listen to her?

All I'm asking is that people make an actual effort to remember what I tell them, especially when I talk about something I love.

My coworkers (4 of them) have asked what I know about it, and they all remember the basics of what I told them. They even listened to the soundtrack like I recommended!!

My sister won't even take ten minutes to listen to two songs with me. My mom doesn't even remember what the first song is called (I've told her 5 times now). I know for a fact that none of my family will listen to the music on their own.

I just want to share what I'm passionate about. I want others I know to share in the joy I find in this show and others.

And, y'know? I keep finding that this is a reoccurring problem. I can't bring it up to anyone, though, because they all tell me that I'm overthinking it or looking too much into it or seeing things that aren't actually there.

Humans are designed to pick out patterns in everything. We pick them out and we create them.

I see a pattern, I point it out, and I get told there's nothing there.

Either I'm gaslighting myself or everyone else is gaslighting me.

Someone please validate me. Please tell me I'm not crazy. Please put a name to these feelings because I'm going to shatter if someone tells me one more goddamn fucking time that I'm seeing a pattern where there isn't one.

I would cry like I want to, but that would ruin my make up. I have another shift in about 2.5 hours, and I don't have my makeup back with me, so that's a no go.

I'm gonna go read. Thanks for listening

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becomingkatie · 2 months ago

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coffee chat

How is it 9:30?? The morning is flying by but I'm still sipping my now-cold coffee and I haven't posted here in a while so I figured I'd say hi.

It got really long so I'm putting in a cut. Topics are: sad girl being sad, salt rising bread, book club retreat, and dating my husband.

Last week I skipped both of the pilates classes I was planning to attend, and this week has been busy so I didn't have any scheduled. I've had increasing back pain and know I need to do something about it so I signed up for a membership but just leaving the house is hard. But exercising at home is also hard. I'm waitlisted for 3 classes next week and low enough on the list for two of them that I think I'll get in. Must go.

Have also been putting off writing. For November I decided instead of doing nanowrimo I'd do a "write every day" challenge to build consistency, because that's my biggest struggle. I wrote every day for the first week, then didn't for five whole days. I just get so in my head and create this big obstacle and end up avoiding it. I do it with work tasks, too, but with work there's other people who need things from me so after avoiding tasks and building them up in my head I have to actually do them. But when it's "just" writing ("just" the thing I care most about and want to make a career out of) I can avoid and avoid and avoid and break my own heart by never showing up for myself.

^ Hey clearly I've been feeling sad lately. I'm really in my head and down on myself. When I talk with a friend I only want to hear what's going on with them and when they're like "so what's going on in your life" i'm like noooope. It feels like there is nothing fun or interesting to talk about, it's all just "I wish I was doing more of X but I'm not" about every single thing (getting out of the house for activities, exercising, writing, seeing friends) and the worse I feel about myself the harder it is to do those things.

I had my annual exam and pap yesterday and had the usual cramping afterwards but decided since I had 2.5 days' worth of sick time left that goes away at the end of the year I'd take the day. I vacuumed and started randomly crying during. Played ukulele and cried. Crocheted and cried. Not sure what's wrong with me but I just do not have any emotional bandwidth right now.

Earlier this week I made chicken and green chile enchiladas. I thought they were meh but Ken really liked them, and I love when he enjoys something I cooked.

I tried to make salt rising bread last weekend. It's a pretty unique bread that I wanna say is Appalachian but I'm not actually sure. It's similar to sourdough in that you don't add yeast, it's leavened by naturally occurring bacteria. But the flavor and texture is wildly different than sourdough. Making it is tricky. It basically needs to be kept at 100deg F for ~36 hours from starting the starter to getting the loaves in the oven. Our oven, turned off but with the light on, only holds low- to mid-90s, so I'd turn it on for 5-10 seconds at a time every 2-3 hours. Timers set to wake up in the middle of the night and do that. I ended up with something bread-like but it was not right. The texture was close - very dense. But the flavor wasn't right. The worst part about making this bread is it STINKS while making. You make a liquid starter where you get the bacteria going, then make a more-solid sponge (pancake batter consistency ish), then add more flour and shortening to make the actual dough, and when the starter gets going it reeks of dirty socks and bad cheese and, in my opinion, unwashed genitalia. The stink only intensifies throughout the sponge stage, and the dough stinks when it goes in the oven but the bread smells good coming out, and tastes good. Well, my attempt didn't really taste good, but when we used to have it when I was a child it did. Ken couldn't smell it. Meanwhile, I was nauseated all weekend from the odor. We got a sous vide to create a water bath of the right temperature for the next attempt, and I might need to wear an N95 or something.

My book club is doing a lil retreat this weekend. Most people are going down today but a few of us are going down tomorrow. I'm leaving work at 3 to drive down, and we'll read and hang out and make s'mores and crochet/knit/embroider. I love my book club girlies but we don't really live that close to each other and rarely get together in person, so this should be a really nice weekend. We're doing a powerpoint "game" where everyone gives a powerpoint presentation about a topic of interest. Mine is on women's elite cross-country mountain biking (defining what that specific sub-category is and then introducing the main racers and all the reasons I like or dislike them). We're also doing a "three favorite things" activity where everyone brings three of their favorite things under ~$15 each, and then we go around and pick/trade to share our favorite things with each other.

Since I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon and Friday is usually our "date night" we're doing a sushi date tonight instead! We've gotten really lazy about our date nights and usually just order in and don't really do anything special or different on those nights, but we're both trying to up the effort and increase the quality of our time spent together (and increase the level of intimacy in the relationship) so we're planning to go to the restaurant tonight. When we go out to eat it often results in impromptu errands (Home Goods for a jar for my sourdough starter, or international grocery store to look for fun desserts, or Target to get whatever) and spending time together outside of the home, even if it's doing something relatively mundane like shopping for a glass jar, ends up being really enjoyable.

#personal #k and k #life update #coffee chat

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mormonbooks · 1 year ago

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The Bollywood Lovers' Club Review

This book absolutely wrecked me (affectionate)

4/5 Stars!!!!!!!

Amrita Sidhu moves away from her home in California, leaving behind a community and extended family where she knows who she is. Her new home in Ohio is cold and lonely but at least she has a couple of classes with Dave Gill, who is sweet and funny and awkward and Mormon. Amrita is Sihk and is not supposed to be dating anybody, certainly not a Mormon kid that her family doesn't even know. Dave is already struggling with how to tell his parents he won't be going to college like they expected, and he's still undecided on a mission. Falling for a girl outside his religion just adds another secret into his life.

This book centers around religion, faith, family expectation, and personal goals. I wish I'd had this kind of book to read growing up. For once I felt like my high school experience was accurately portrayed.

Spoilers under the cut

1. Well written - 5 Stars

Admittedly, you could probably find flaws in the plot if you looked. It's a High School Romance. Some things are cheesy or happen too fast or whatever, but personally I found the story and writing style engaging, realistic, relatable, and anxiety inducing at time.

2. Fun level - 5 Stars!

I love to read, but it's not often a book can hold my undivided attention for 4 hours straight. This book did. Every time I picked it up I felt myself sucked into Dave and Amrita's world. It might not be everyone's cup of tea (it IS a high school realistic fiction novel. No magic or spaceships) but I was entertained the whole way through.

3. Complex faith - 5 Stars

This is my favorite representation of Mormon life that I have EVER seen. It is exactly the kind of book I am looking for in this project. Dave is Mormon. He goes to early morning seminary and helps out in his ward. He loves his faith but he's also not afraid to ask questions about how things pertain to him personally. He grapples with his faith, and with what people have told him to do, before coming to his own conclusions.

Importantly, Amrita's religion is portrayed just as complexly throughout the book. And neither Dave nor Amrita ever consider giving up their faiths or converting or anything. I appreciated that they included Dave's grandfather, who converted to Mormonism from Sihkism, and explored how Dave feels this disconnect when he visits the gurdwara, like it's a place he should belong, but doesn't.

This book treats religion as a mixture of personal beliefs, family tradition, and community belonging, which is how I feel about my religion.

4. Homophobia scale - 2.5

Absolutely no mention of queerness at all. So it just gets the most medium score. There was no preaching but no gay people.

5. Mormon weird - 2

We had Dave explaining his green jello video project at one point, and a portrayal of Mormon wedding reception in the church gym (someone in Dave's ward at the beginning of the book). But overall it was light on the things that make Mormonism unique. Which I think worked for the story it was telling but does get it a low score in this area. It made me feel all the more represented for that I think.

6. Diversity of characters - 4

There are only like, two white girls in the whole story. Everybody else is Punjabi/Indian. Although that's really just one demographic, I am giving it a high score here because of how much it showed of Punjabi culture, and how much respect and honor those traditions were shown by the narrative. It wasn't just a ton of token characters, it was genuinely working to share a kind of story that doesn't always get told.

7. Other problematic stuff - 5

Didn't notice anything more of note.

Conclusion:

This is the kind of story I wish I had been able to read in high school. This is the kind of book I could recommend to someone as just, genuinely a good story and also it includes mormons. And Mormons done well! I feel like a lot of Mormon media I've seen focused a lot at making fun of ourselves, and I love that this book doesn't do that at all.

The end was heartbreaking. But I like that it allowed each character their choice, and it gave honor to prioritizing something other than romantic love.

#mormon #mormon representation #religion #The Bollywood Lovers' club #james goldberg #janci patterson #side note: interesting how both this and daughter of the deep have an indian girl and a mormon boy #gonna recommend this book to everyone who ships gem and ana/j #book review

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yarboyandy · 11 months ago

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January 2024 movie wrapped 😁 ! Thought this would be a fun thing to talk about wven if no one cares. This month I focused mainly on comedy and romance because thats what I wanna edit one day. Next month I might focus more on romance and drama.

This month I watched 20 movies total, my original goal was 25 (my current monthly goal) so I fell short by 5. Of the films I watched, I saw 8 in theaters (40%) and 12 at home (60%).

Next month I am most excited for Argylle (looks fun), Drive Away Dolls, and Lisa Frankenstien (February is a bit sparce…).

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Favorite movie this month: The Iron Claw

Literally one of the best movies I’ve seen from Zack Efron…KEEP PUTTING HIM IN SHIT LIKE THIS ‼️ oscar snub tbch.

Least Favorite: Night Swim

is January fodder…literally boring. Nothing burger to me. Only cool thing to me was the coin thing at the end.

Undercut is my full list of films and thoughts.

1. Anyone But You (1/2/2024) 🍿

I was forced to walk out of this one by friends. fake dating movie that had bad acting from a cast comprised of good actors. I liked the premise tho, pictured it with old man yaoi the whole time.

2. The Boy and the Heron (1/4/2024)🍿

Saw this with my mom! I was kinda confused by it but it was really pretty. Really good voice cast 😁❤️❤️ I understood the message the day after, I would be hesitant to say this is one of the studios best, but it’s def top five….?

3. Night Swim (1/5/2024)🍿

saw with Olivia and Becca. JANUARY FODDER AT ITS FINEST! So stupid. Wasnt that bored tho! I really liked the coin thing at the end.

4. Migration (1/6/2024)🍿

Saw with Olivia in the coldest theater Ever. Really cute and charming 😁👍🏻 probably one of Illumination’s best but I haven’t seen a ton from them recently. Wayyyy too giddy for the return of the animated short before a movie.

5. The Color Purple (1/7/2024) 🍿

I need to stop seeing 2.5 hour long movies at 10 pm. Really good, forgot it was a musical in the middle cuz they weren’t singing LOL. Didn’t love the whole part where she forgives the dude who like abused her but hey. Uhhh. Yeah thats all i got

6. Ella Enchanted (1/8/2024) 🏠

Really cute classic for me ☹️ ROMCOMS MY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️ first movie i watched at home this year! I miss the fantasy romcom genre that was big in the 90s to the 00’s, now it’s all realistic stuff :/ GIVE ME BACK THE FAIRYTALES!!

7. Bridesmaids (1/9/2024) 🏠

Every professor has told me to watch this so i finally did. Very enjoyable!! I like this director…I liked the tail lights themeing, but I wish the main girl and her friend got to talk more.

8. Pink Panther (1/9/2024) 🏠

Dont fw french people tbh.

9. Poor Things (1/10/2024) 🍿

STUNNING AMAZING PERFECT!!!!!!!!!! Beautiful film 😁😁😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ARRRRGGGGGGGGG OSCAR SWEEP IN MY HEART!! EVERY SEX SCENE WAS NEEDED!!!!!!!!!!!!

10. High and Low (1/11/2024) 🏠

My heterosexual friend fell asleep next to me and missed 85% of the movie. Really good though!

11. Coraline (1/13/2024) 🏠

FUCKEDDDD UPPPP and amazing 😁❤️❤️❤️ i hope Laika can like. Make a good movie again soon….what who said that.

12. Zoolander (1/14/2024) 🏠

Silly goofy fun 😁❤️ fantastic cast. Ben stiller has the range. For some reason as a kid (like age 10) i assumed this movie was racist or something? (I had never seen it. LOL) Its not.

13. Leo (1/14/2024) 🏠

Watched this and played webkinz solitaire. No notes. I don’t remember anything anyways.

14. 22 Jump Street (1/15/2024) 🏠

Olivia was not very impressed, but it got me to chuckle. Didnt like the main love plotline bro wtf. But a very influential movie for 2010’s comedy. as I’m typing this I’m realizing I look like if Chaning Tatum and Jonah Hill had a fat baby.

15. the Princess Bride (1/16/2024) 🏠

SOOOO CUTE AND FUN GIGGLE 😁 they break the 180 rule did u know that.

16. Jumanj (1/16/2024) 🏠

I’ve never seen it before and it was fun but kinda sad like damn 😭 good CGI tbh

17. The Beekeeper (1/18/2024) 🍿

THE STUPIDEST, GOOFIEST, MOST FUN MOVIE OF ALL TIME THIS MONTH. ok but genuinely fantastic choreography. I’m da bee keeper….I must protect the hive….

18. Napeolon dynamite (1/19/2024) 🏠

Really fun and cute 😁😁 classic for a reason baby! Too bad this director didn’t seem to catch on after this film, his style is great.

19. Nacho Libre (1/20/2024) 🏠

I love this film and have a soft spot for it. Watched with all my friends, the soundtrack is really fun. Jack Black is a great physical actor.

20. The Iron Claw (1/25/2024) 🍿

Oh my god. Maybe I’ll call my sister or something later.

Bonus: TV shows I watched, not many thoughts

Buffy season 3. I got bored lol. Everyone is suicidal. Whatever.

Ten Year Old Tom. Funny!

Carol and The End Of The World: kinda confused me at times but really good really awesome everyone watch it.

Star Trek: SNW (end of season 1 + season 2) OHHHH MY GOODDDDDDDDD

Star Trek Lower Decks: EVERYONE WATCH THIS NOWWWWWW

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"Why can't I eat ice cream all night?" She says it with a challenge in her eyes, but he'd bet dollars to donuts that she's just doing it to make him sweat. "Because I've seen you eat ice cream, we've only got enough for two hours at most." His hand migrates as if of its own mind to his hip. "You need more than two people for Dungeons and Dragons, right?" Her brows raise, for the first time since he's met her Erica Sinclair is stunned silent. Maybe she's just surprised he got the name right. It lasts about as long as it takes him to notice it. "You'd play Dungeons and Dragons with me?" There's something fragile in the way she asks, and there is the eleven year old girl she's meant to be. "Sure, you'd have to show me how, but if that's what you want to do I'm game." Eyes narrowed in a distinctly intimidating way he kind of thinks she stole from Nancy, he does his best to make his sincerity clear on his face. "We need more than two people, but I've got something else we can do if you think your fragile manhood can take it." He's got a retort at the tip of his tongue about just what his manhood can take and remembers just in time that yeah probably shouldn't make a joke like that in front of an actual child. "My pride isn't that delicate, I think I can handle anything you dish out." "Famous last words."

“That one just won the Nobel Peace Prize, she solved world hunger, but she has plans to kill the Barbie who won the prize in Physics because she stole Barbie One’s research and gave it to NASA claiming it was her own.” “Right, of course.” This was the kind of shit that happened on Dallas, only Barbie had a lot more awards. “And they’re all called Barbie?” “Except for Ken, but Ken doesn’t do anything.” “Well if Barbie just won the Peace Prize wouldn’t she use Ken to kill Barbie so she doesn’t get caught.” Erica manages a look that is both condescending and considerate. “Barbie can do anything, including get away with murder; but she wouldn’t want to dirty her hands with that sort of thing.” “And if Ken goes to jail it’s no loss.” “Right.”

Dustin comes sprinting into Family Video on a Tuesday afternoon. “Steve! I need your car.” “Did you learn how to drive when I wasn’t paying attention?” “Obviously, I meant I need you too.” His hands are on his hips, eyes rolled. Shit maybe he did get it from Steve. “There’s this theoretical physicist coming to Notre Dame to give a talk on the Multiverse Theory.” Steve was allowing himself a second to consider whether this was worth it, for once, instead of just blindly agreeing to drive Dustin wherever. The drive sucked ass, but it would put him close enough to Chicago that he could try to find a music store that would carry albums from the international metal bands Eddie couldn’t stop talking about. It was a second too long for Dustin. “Steve, a theoretical physicist-” See Steve had this suspicion that the kids did actually think he was an idiot. He was pretty sure that none of them, hell maybe none of Hellfire, save for Lucas realized that every athlete in the school had to keep up at least a 2.5 GPA. Which might not have been anything to write home about but Steve kept a 3.2 for most of high school, until the multiple concussions started to catch up with him. He wasn’t stupid, was the point and even if they didn’t think he was an idiot in a mean way he was a little sick of the shit. “I know, like Barbie.” That shuts Dustin up real quick.

El is facedown on her bed in a clear ‘leave me alone I’m crying’ pose but he figures he’s already here it’s not like he can turn around and tell Hop that he was too afraid to approach a crying teenage girl. Like that wasn’t the whole reason he’d been sent in the first place.

The Paladin before you is handsome in a bland, approachable, non-threatening way," Mike opens his mouth again, how is that not like Steve surely perched at the edge of his tongue and stopped in its tracks by elbows from Erica and Joey. "He introduces himself to his rescuer, Will the Wise, 'Thank you, kind sir, I would have been down there for ages before my lady noticed my absence. I am Sir Kenneth.'" "What deity does he serve?" Will asks, something suspicious drawing across his face. "Is there a holy symbol on his armor?" Gareth follows up. Gareth has been backing a lot of Will's plays lately, Steve thinks something might be going on there but he hasn't wanted to deal with Eddie teasing him for being a meddling matchmaker, again. "There is no identifiable holy symbol on his clothes or armor." Eddie says, there's a mischief in his eyes, the way he tilts his head with quiet challenge and smiles. "What God do you serve?" Erica asks, blunt and to the point. She gets cranky when her rogue doesn't have anything to stab. "'The Lady in Pink,' he answers."

"Why would I have asked that, Sinclair the elder? He has stars in his eyes when he speaks, 'before she ascended she was already limitless. A powerful warrior, an expert marksman, a mage beyond compare. Her power grew and grew until the only place left to explore was godhood.'" "And what's her real name, if we wanted to spread the word?" Joey asks. "'Oh she's everything. She's the lady in pink, she's the goddess with the golden mane, but before she ascended she favored one name I assume she has kept it.'" "What is it?" Mike asks, perched at the edge of his seat. "Oh no," Dustin whispers, a dawning horror on his face. "'Barbara, though she preferred it shortened. Nicknames you call them," Steve sees the joke, knows where this is going a split second before reality breaks through the haze of fantasy for the players around the table. Eddie's smirking now, smile too pleased and too attractive. "'Y'know like Barbie?'"

y'know like barbie

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It's Erica who gives him the idea, incidentally. Though she carries herself with a maturity that far surpasses the boys most days and though she's been through multiple life altering events, she does continue to only be eleven. Which is, it turns out, prime babysitting age.

The Sinclairs are going out of town overnight, it's their anniversary -- 18 blissful years, since our marriage can vote we thought we deserved a night away -- and they don't want Erica to spend the night home alone.

Enter Steve, who the Sinclairs trust with their children and who is inexplicably the only person Erica would accept staying the night with her. Steve honestly didn't believe it even as Mrs. Sinclair was saying it. But he smiles and nods, looks over the emergency numbers on the fridge when they're pointed to, nods at the money on the counter for food that he probably won't take, and waves as they walk out the door promising that he and Erica will be fine for the night and not to worry.

It's only when their car is out of the driveway and the door is shut that Steve realizes he isn't really a babysitter. He is a keep children alive while in a dangerous situation and when the situation is over drive them around because you feel bad that their childhoods have been marred by trauma-er which doesn't have quite the same ring as babysitter, and it's a lot harder to say with that rude tone the boys have been favoring. He also realizes that he's never actually dealt with children, or not girl children. The boys had all been older than Erica, when he had started keeping them alive. Max was definitely basically a teenager when he started really dealing with her; and she was usually okay to do what the boys wanted to do, like go to the arcade. Hopper didn't really trust him with El and that was fine, he wasn't sure he trusted himself with El either.

It put him in an awkward spot now though. Staring at Erica in her kitchen, a little afraid to ask the question on the front of his mind which was "What now?"

So he asks the second question on his mind, "What do you want to do that isn't eat ice cream all night?"

Say what you will about Steve Harrington, and a lot has been said, but he always keeps his promises and he always brings a pint of ice-cream for Erica to have when he comes over to the Sinclair house. Tonight he brought three, all different weird flavors he thought she'd like to try.

Her brows raise, for the first time since he's met her Erica Sinclair is stunned silent. Maybe she's just surprised he got the name right.

It lasts about as long as it takes him to notice it. "You'd play Dungeons and Dragons with me?" There's something fragile in the way she asks, and there is the eleven year old girl she's meant to be.

"Sure, you'd have to show me how, but if that's what you want to do I'm game."

Eyes narrowed in a distinctly intimidating way he kind of thinks she stole from Nancy, he does his best to make his sincerity clear on his face. "We need more than two people, but I've got something else we can do if you think your fragile manhood can take it."

He's got a retort at the tip of his tongue about just what his manhood can take and remembers just in time that yeah probably shouldn't make a joke like that in front of an actual child. "My pride isn't that delicate, I think I can handle anything you dish out."

"Famous last words."

He follows her to her bedroom, waiting outside the doorway to let her space stay private until he's told to come in. A clear plastic tub slides out from under her bed, out of sight but easily accessible and when the lid pops off he gets why. Rows of Barbies stacked neatly on top of each other, a mass grave for childhood. Steve has a stuffed bear, fur rubbed off of one ear, tucked up on the shelf of his closet that also got put away sooner than he would have chosen to, when it was too babyish.

“Alright, so who is the, like, elven warrior.”

“That’s not how you play Barbies.”

It’s snapped so fast that he thinks it embarasses her. He tactfully avoids eye contact, pulling out a doll with blonde hair snipped into a professional, if uneven, bob and a green skirt set. She's missing a shoe. “Then how do I play Barbies?”

“Right, of course.” This was the kind of shit that happened on Dallas, only Barbie had a lot more awards. “And they’re all called Barbie?”

“Except for Ken, but Ken doesn’t do anything.”

“Well if Barbie just won the Peace Prize wouldn’t she use Ken to kill Barbie so she doesn’t get caught.”

Erica manages a look that is both condescending and considerate. “Barbie can do anything, including get away with murder; but she wouldn’t want to dirty her hands with that sort of thing.”

“And if Ken goes to jail it’s no loss.”

“Right.”

So maybe it's more accurate to say that Dustin actually starts it.

Dustin with the shittiest attitude this side of the Ohio, something Robin blames him for.

“Like father, like son.”

“Dustin doesn’t even know his dad.”

“I mean you and Eddie, dingus.”

“I am not that kid's dad. A brotherly figure at best, strong male role model more likely.”

“He’s a bitch because you are, Steve. Maybe if your and Eddie’s love language wasn’t being as bitchy as possible it wouldn’t have rubbed off on your kid.”

“Please don’t put Dustin and rubbing off in the same paragraph let alone the same thought wave.”

Dustin comes sprinting into Family Video on a Tuesday afternoon. “Steve! I need your car.”

“Did you learn how to drive when I wasn’t paying attention?”

“Obviously, I meant I need you too.” His hands are on his hips, eyes rolled. Shit maybe he did get it from Steve. “There’s this theoretical physicist coming to Notre Dame to give a talk on the Multiverse Theory.”

Steve was allowing himself a second to consider whether this was worth it, for once, instead of just blindly agreeing to drive Dustin wherever. The drive sucked ass, but it would put him close enough to Chicago that he could try to find a music store that would carry albums from the international metal bands Eddie couldn’t stop talking about.

It was a second too long for Dustin. “Steve, a theoretical physicist-”

See Steve had this suspicion that the kids did actually think he was an idiot. He was pretty sure that none of them, hell maybe none of Hellfire, save for Lucas realized that every athlete in the school had to keep up at least a 2.5 GPA. Which might not have been anything to write home about but Steve kept a 3.2 for most of high school, until the multiple concussions started to catch up with him. He wasn’t stupid, was the point and even if they didn’t think he was an idiot in a mean way he was a little sick of the shit.

“I know, like Barbie.”

That shuts Dustin up real quick.

“N- no, not like Barbie! Barbie is some girl's toy.”

“Excuse me?” Robin, who told Steve that she would not help him parent his children on work days or any other day ending in y had remembered that Martes doesn’t have one and her shift was almost over. “What does that mean, exactly, a girl’s toy?”

“And,” Steve adds, because he can and because Eddie made him drive him to fucking Bloomington because he was fixated on time travel and needed access to some science journal that only existed at Indiana U apparently, “Barbie is on a research team looking for the Higgs particle so she can start figuring out time travel.”

The bell chiming as Dustin leaves has never sounded sweeter.

He’ll definitely end up taking the twerp to stupid Notre Dame.

The thing is that Steve thinks he’s never really stopped being a bitch.

He doesn’t want to stop. He likes being bitchy. It’s fun, when you’re doing it with people you like it’s pretty funny, and honestly he’s kinda like Spiderman. With great power comes great responsibility, he’s only bitchy responsibly now.

And it’s actually perfectly responsible as an older brother type babysitter figure to correct the behavior of the younger siblings by being bitchy. If they don’t learn at home they’ll go out in the world thinking that kind of behavior is acceptable, see Steve Harrington in his early high school days who talked to people like his father did.

So when Mike interrupts El with, “I’m not going to ask Steve, he probably doesn’t even know what a Pulitzer is either.”

He says, “Oh, yeah like Barbie won. Or Nancy will someday, probably. It’s a journalism award, Wheeler.”

And when Lucas corrects, “I don’t actually think you can win an award for comics. It’s still really great though, Will!”

“Barbie won the Kirby Award in 1985 for best artist, I’m sure Will is soon to follow.”

Or when Nancy tells Holly, “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to be something important instead?”

“You could be an actress and do something cool like go to space if you want, Hols, like Barbie.” And maybe he says it with a little more bitch than he should that time, but he’s seen the ballerinas in Nancy’s room, she didn’t always want to be an investigative journalist.

It gets to be second nature. When someone starts being shitty about something or to lighten the mood.

Erica doubts whether she should run for student council. It's her first step to being actual president, like Barbie.

Dustin makes a crack about Steve's possible future prospects when he butts in on a conversation between Steve and Robin. "I could do all three, I could be a counselor and a hair stylist and an engineer. Maybe I'll add EMT too, Barbie wouldn't stop at three, why should I?"

Or when Mike sneers at him, "What are you a cop?" All because Steve told him not to buy weed now that Eddie had stopped dealing.

"Ew, no, because you look like a fresh-faced little narc trying to be cool and you're gonna get ripped off."

"What so not like Barbie?"

"The Barbie world has achieved equality at a level that it doesn't need the cops." Eddie sometimes has to get high after a run in with Powell or Calahan who he still doesn't really trust after the spring. Steve has been treated to many a lecture on why the police were a waste of resources.

He lets Mike sit with that for a minute before he adds, "Like Barbie, I am very cool and know what it looks like when I'm being taken for a ride. If you're gonna get pot from someone other than Eddie, ask Hop where he used to get all of his shit."

It doesn't feel stupid, until El comes running into the cabin one afternoon that Steve has decided to join the rebuilding effort. It’s actually just him and Hop, who has started trying to quietly parent him, something he’s not entirely convinced isn’t revenge for telling Wheeler that Hop has smoked pot before. Steve is pretty sure El was crying when she came in, something he bumps up to a certainty when he sees how awkward Hop looks right now.

“You mind taking that kid? It’s been a long time since high school.” he rubs the back of his neck, Steve does appreciate that he has the decency to feel weird about asking. “If it’s anything outside of big brother shit I can take over.”

He does let himself get suckered by that big brother line.

She sits up, tear tracks plain on her face but no more are falling, and nods in that endearing, aggressively certain way she’s got. “Is everything okay?” He pauses and asks, “Was it Mike?” because he knows that’ll be the first thing Hopper asks when Steve comes back out.

“You are worse than Dad.”

“That stings, Ellie Bell.”

She takes a deep breath, steeling an already impressive will, “Lucas says it is okay to just want to be happy right now, but all they talk about is what they are going to do. Dustin is talking about going to admission early, Will talks about talking to Dad and Joyce about art school, Lucas worries about his sports and scholarships, and Mike talks about classes that count twice. I do not know what I want to be. I do not know why I have to be anything.”

“You guys have been through a lot. I don’t think anyone would blame you for taking time to just be a kid.”

“What if I never want to be something? What if I do not ever want to go to college?”

He’s made his way over to the bed with her, sits tentatively on the edge like he’s seen Joyce do before. “Then you don’t. You’ll probably have to get a job at some point, but that doesn’t have to be what you are. Lucas isn’t a landscaper just because he mows lawns in the summer.”

“You don’t think Dad would be upset?” she asks.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would really make Hop mad. And you might change your mind. I've been out of school for almost two years and I’m only thinking about college now. Or you could go to college and change your mind about what you want to be. You could be a hundred things, you could be anything! Like Barbie.”

He feels like an idiot almost immediately. A jerk quickly after that. He’s made El’s genuine crisis part of his stupid running joke. But something settles in the room. The underlying tension, the thing that had the hair on the back of his neck raised. He realizes, now, that her powers had probably also been on edge.

"Like Barbie." She says it with a graven seriousness, like Steve's dumb little joke is a mantra now.

"Yeah, and you're a sophomore you don't have to have your whole life figured out right now. And don't take life advice from Henderson anyway, he thought it was a good idea to raise an Upside Down slug as a pet."

He mostly just used it to be a bitch though. Because it was fun. No, it was what he was good at. So good at it he didn't even have to try.

Because Steve had a plan to be bitchy. Specifically to Mike Wheeler who kept flirting with Steve’s boyfriend while taking advantage of his hospitality. Sure it was at their stupid Dungeons and Dragons game, and yeah Steve was the one who said they could host the game at his house now that Eddie had graduated. Yes, he knew Eddie didn't mean anything by it when he responded and usually didn't flirt back with the kids. But it was still the kind of behavior that had to be gently corrected, for Mike's sake because if he didn't stop things were going to get drastic.

His initial plan is already in action. He encouraged El to come along to watch the Party play. It was, admittedly, a half hearted plan. Wheeler got so awkward anytime El was around he mostly just hoped that would keep him from trying anything.

It isn't. Eddie starts to describe a new character, "Blonde and statuesque, she has a long bow in hand and delicate elven features."

And even though El is sitting a few feet from him Mike perks up the way he always does when there's a new NPC to flirt with. He is going to have to have a talk with Eddie about letting the kid try out a bard.

He does at least have one other tool in his belt. "Oh, like Barbie."

Steve knew what he'd get as he said it. A groan from Dustin, who falls for this as being sincere about as often as he falls for the dumb-dumbs and dipshits line -- which is everytime for the record. Will and Lucas keep their laughs small, enough that they're covered by Erica's snort. The original Hellfire crew mostly looks confused, it's becoming less and less their default as they warm up to the Steve he is rather than the Steve they thought they remembered; but he likes to keep them on their toes.

Eddie is charmed. He can tell. Sees him duck his head behind his screen and his binders, trying to preserve the stern and scary dungeon master image. That apparently isn't possible if you're smiling like an idiot at your stupid boyfriend, so he's been told.

And Mike has maybe been on the wrong end of the joke a few more times than everyone else. He turns an interesting shade of red, two parts anger and one part embarrassed is Steve's guess. The foot stomp is unexpected, but he expects its been passed down the Wheeler line as a shared signal of outrage. "Not like Barbie, this isn't some stupid kids game. She's probably a hot, wisened archer ready to reward us for helping her village, not some stupid doll that you're obsessed with."

Eddie's blank face with the twitchy eyes has fallen into place when he sits back up from behind his screen. His things aren't going according to plan, panicked face. "I think that's a good place to end things this week. Wheeler, Henderson, Jeff, and Lady Applejack you've all cleared enough experience to level right? Do that before next week."

Steve knows enough to keep his mouth shut while everyone packs up to leave. Sends a small smile to Erica on her way out to the family minivan, he knows she struggles a little being the youngest at the table even if she won't say it. He has to imagine that the outburst had stung a bit.

"You gotta be nicer to little Wheeler." Eddie chides once everyone is gone, halfhearted at best when he's telling Steve off into the soft skin of his neck. When he feels the admonishment more than hears it.

"I'm not mean to Mike." He says on instinct, he does try not to be. "And he started it."

"Definitely think you started the Barbie thing, Sweetheart."

And well, yeah. "I Barbie all the kids equally."

Eddie hmms Steve can feel the vibration of it through his back and on his neck. Eddie is about to start something he better plan on finishing. "He asked Hop where he should get weed."

Oh. "I didn't think he'd actually do it!" And then, "Is that why he keeps flirting with you, revenge?"

"No, he's got a bunch of misplaced jealousy because Will and the girls think you're hot." He toys with the edge of Steve's shirt as he says it. Perpetually cold fingers brushing the clothes warmed skin beneath making him shiver.

"The girls don't think I'm hot."

He hums again, nips at the blush red skin at Steve's neck. "El used to, Max definitely has a taste for jock.

"That's not my fault, you let Mike play a bard." He wishes he didn't sound so desperate.

"Wanted to leave the Paladin spot open for you, baby."

"I'm starting to feel convinced, we could go upstairs and you could show me your character sheet."

The things he'll say to get laid.

"Don't think I can do that Stevie, smooth as a Ken doll down there. Could show you the actual character sheet though."

His back is cold as Eddie pulls away, smirking unrepentant as he lets Steve have the tiniest taste of his own medicine.

"Barbie has a very active sex life, actually." He's never been one not to double down. "Let me show you the fun we can have without getting your dick out."

He does leave it alone for a little while, even though he really, really doesn't want to. But despite what his friends, his fifth grade report card, and his mom might think; Steve is capable of keeping a hold of his worst impulses when he wants to.

So he lets opportunity pass him by.

He makes no comment about Barbie when Eddie talks about how John Carpenter is a film auteur. Not even when Dustin tries to define auteur for him. Incorrectly, but Robin comes to Steve's defense.

Barbie goes unmentioned, barely when an argument breaks out about Nobel prize winners, of all things. He thinks the kids argue more now than they ever have like it's the only way they have to get their bloodlust out now that the Upside Down was closed. He was quickly boxed out of the conversation, even if Erica kept sending him little glances over everyone's heads. (She'd let him have Peace Prize Barbie a couple weeks ago and maybe he was a little obsessed.)

Holly wants to be a vet now, a singing vet who is also on TV, but mostly a vet. She tells him all about it while he waits for Mike to find his shoes? Definitely not his quarters for the arcade, the day any of them bring those is the day Steve brings the nail bat back out. He’s one impulse purchase away from getting one of those little coin dispenser belts that the employees have -- Gareth just quit, maybe he still had his? Mike's frown is a little less general annoyance at Steve and a little more confusion when he's finally ready to leave and Barbie has gone unmentioned.

He almost breaks again when Eddie starts talking about sports. Or he starts talking about NASCAR which is close enough for Eddie, he has a surprising taste for racing for someone who never wanted to put his van on the starting line at parties. A woman led a Busch Series race for the first time, what a year '86. He's got no opinion on Barbie's ability to drive at all.

He could let a joke go. He could be nice. It wasn't so out of character that it needed this kind of attention.

Mike has forgiven him by the time the next session rolls around. Delayed two weeks after Eddie screamed so loud on stage that he couldn't speak for two days, and then again for Jeff's emergency appendectomy. Eddie has stopped leaving pointed gaps in conversation for Steve to fill with mention of Barbie, he has had his thinking face on instead which is good for Steve about as often as it isn't.

He leaves it alone. A little bit of non-life threatening surprise is good for the soul, or something. Listen, he’s made it this far by only asking questions when shit is about to get really, really bad and Eddie’s thinking face has only resulted in something bad once or twice -- and they probably should have spent more than a couple minutes negotiating that particular kink anyway.

When the kids start showing up and nothing has come from the thinking face, he assumes it was just for them anyway. He settles in to see whatever shit Eddie is going to do.

"From the ditch you pull a human man, a paladin. His plate is dirtied by his time on the ground but clearly gleams in its typical state. He's handsome, a square jaw and fluffy brown hair-"

"Ugh is this Steve? You already made us do a quest for him," Mike complains, maybe he hasn’t completely forgiven Steve for that last interruption.

Steve has, by his own count been the inspiration for at least three NPCs for this campaign: a white light faction rogue, Sol, that the party had to rescue from the dungeons of the nightmare King after he was caught sneaking into the bedrooms of the prince -- like it was Steve's fault that Wayne had super hearing; a young fighter from the gladiatorial combat ring who helped the party rescue a group of kidnapped children that were going to be used as bait in the next round of fights; and the most obvious Prince Stefan who sent the party on a quest to kill his betrothed a Duke called Thomas the Boarish and rescue his knight Rowen and beloved Bard Edwin -- it's not like he could unkiss Tommy, and he could be a dick but boarish was dramatic.

He was not this paladin, assuming Eddie was telling the truth about saving the Paladin he'd made for Steve.

"Cut the out of character chatter, Michael, before it starts counting in game. The Paladin before you is handsome in a bland, approachable, non-threatening way," Mike opens his mouth again, how is that not like Steve surely perched at the edge of his tongue and stopped in its tracks by elbows from Erica and Joey. "He introduces himself to his rescuer, Will the Wise, 'Thank you, kind sir, I would have been down there for ages before my lady noticed my absence. I am Sir Kenneth.'"

"What deity does he serve?" Will asks, something suspicious drawing across his face.

"Is there a holy symbol on his armor?" Gareth follows up. Gareth has been backing a lot of Will's plays lately, Steve thinks something might be going on there but he hasn't wanted to deal with Eddie teasing him for being a meddling matchmaker, again.

"There is no identifiable holy symbol on his clothes or armor." Eddie says, there's a mischief in his eyes, the way he tilts his head with quiet challenge and smiles.

"What God do you serve?" Erica asks, blunt and to the point. She gets cranky when her rogue doesn't have anything to stab.

"'The Lady in Pink,' he answers."

Any time Eddie reveals lore shit there's always a bunch of people talking over top of each other. It always turns into the kind of mass blob of shouting that Steve has a hard time parsing out, especially these days. Eddie somehow manages to distinguish not only people but the things they're saying and keeps his cool enough to keep the story going.

"Roll your insight, Gareth. Jeff, with a 15 history check, you have heard some whisperings from your homeland about a newly ascended goddess but not a name. Dustin, you're not getting shit with a 5 don't even try that but my back story says shit with me. Will, pretty sure that's a cleric spell but I'll let you have it he's a Neutral Good alignment. An 18, shit, yeah Garebear he does seem to be telling the truth that is the deity he follows; but that isn't the whole truth, you know a lot of the newer pantheon have a colloquial name and a true name."

"I'm sorry," Lucas says, "we aren't familiar with your lady. What can you tell us about her? Why would she leave you there? And that's a 14 on persuasion before you even ask."

"And what's her real name, if we wanted to spread the word?" Joey asks.

"'Oh she's everything. She's the lady in pink, she's the goddess with the golden mane, but before she ascended she favored one name I assume she has kept it.'"

"What is it?" Mike asks, perched at the edge of his seat.

"Oh no," Dustin whispers, a dawning horror on his face.

"'Barbara, though she preferred it shortened. Nicknames you call them," Steve sees the joke, knows where this is going a split second before reality breaks through the haze of fantasy for the players around the table. Eddie's smirking now, smile too pleased and too attractive. "'Y'know like Barbie?'"

#this is so lovely and good and fun 🥺#fic recs #stranger things #cursing #LOVE steve's characterization #and erica's and the two of them's relationship <3 #also!! all of this!!! it's a delight aklsfjs;lfkeja;lkfjsa #sorry i quoted like the entire fic 😭 i meant it when i said i love all of it

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