#take my card away please🤣

[chroniclesofnadia111]

The urge to do a skin/body care haul💕🧖🏾‍♀️💅🏾

[fandomzwriterk]

Another part of F.R.I.E.N.D.S please!! I loved the story. I really wanna see what’d happen if we ended up with Remy:333

A/N: hey I’m glad! I don’t think I’m a good writer at all but I’ll try my best on this👍 (FYI I was listening to Poison sooooo… 😅) Also I apologize for taking so long I got caught up in stuff 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

F.R.I.E.N.D.S pt3 Finale

“You fucking-“ Jean started

Scott kicked Jean’s chin, sending her neck back while some of the roof held her down. Logan desperately tried to claw his way out to Jean, but his body from the shoulders down was crushed under the rubble. Morph was unconscious, not moving a single inch as Logan and Jean tried to fight their way out. Scott was smiling all the while, seeing you on your knees with all of your friends helpless to save you. He had you right where he wanted you. You turned around, feeling Scott’s presence behind you as he walked up put an arm around your waist.

“I swear mon amí you are not gonna like it when I-“

Scott kicked Remy in the ribs, who was still tied down to the chair at your feet.

“Let him go Scott. Let them all go.” You begged

“Shut up my darling you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

Scott picked you up and threw you behind him, straight into a brick wall as hard as he could. He wanted you alive, so he had to incapacitate you any way he could.

“You son of a bitch!” Remy yelled, his accent getting heavier the more Scott laid a hand on you

Your body hurt, every limb and bone sore from the impact. It was like everything was crushed inside you. You couldn’t stand, falling right back to the ground with a grunt. Scott rendered you immobile, your vision just starting to blur as you watched Scott walk slowly up to Remy.

“Hands off of her Scott.” Logan grumbled

“This isn’t y-you.” Morph silently added

Morph was alive, and Logan seemed to be okay as well. You could hear their voices sound like you were underwater as the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes was the fear on Jean’s face.

You aren’t dying that easily

Your eyes snapped open, your body slowly repairing itself as you could feel every fiber in your own body get stitched back together. Your bones becoming whole again, your muscles growing stronger as everything came back together. It was a matter of mere seconds. What had just happened?

“What the-“

“Ha! That’s my cherié for you!” Remy teased at Scott

You felt anger in your heart, staring at Scott with all the hate you could muster. You felt… stronger?

“Take this you son of a bitch!” You screamed

Hot beams of energy shot from your eyes, directed right at Scott. It was as if Scott’s own move had been used against him. You aimed again, making Scott dodge each one. You fired at the rubble holding your friends down, which opened the opportunity for Logan and Morph, who was now turned into Beast, to get Scott under control. Your attention turned to Remy, his shit eating grin smiling at Scott.

“You are, as they say, fucked mon amí.”

A card flew from Remy’s pocket, going straight to your dominant hand. You could feel Remy’s kinetic energy flow through not only the card, but through you as well. The card duplicated itself, making a pair. Your hand flicked the cards away, sending both cards right at Remy. They cut into the rope holding him to the chair, now having freed everyone. Remy was smiling at you, he couldn’t be more proud of you in this moment.

“What’re we gonna do ‘bout him?” Logan asked having himself and Morph hold Scott down.

“You mother fuckers when I get my hands on you I swear I will get my revenge!”

Scott swore into the air, struggling to get away but Logan was stronger, having fully recovered from the injuries earlier.

“You okay Y/n?” Jean asked as you slowly walked up

Your body was shaking as you walked, almost as if you were drunk. Your vision still a little blurry, but you could see Remy running to help you stand. Your body began to feel normal, but very slowly. You could feel your bones get shifted back into place, your spine realigning itself. Your cuts slowly closed, just leaving very small wounds that almost looked like paper cuts.

“I think so. Is everyone okay?”

“Just peachy kid so thanks for asking.” Logan spoke half annoyed

“I didn’t know you were a Mutant Y/n.” Jean added

Logan and Morph got Scott to stand, effectively keeping his arms behind him like his personal handcuffs. Scott’s eyes were still staring at you with need and desire, waiting for you to come save him. At least, he thought you would.

“Come on let’s get this one somewhere.” Remy spoke up as you all walked out of the broken warehouse

It took some time, but Magneto was quick with Rogue and Storm behind him. He had military get Scott into a holding cell that could be transported to safe location away from humanity like any other criminal. You felt a lot better as you all slowly made your way to the Mansion.

“Well I’m going to sleep until my headache is gone so don’t try and wake me up.” Morph groaned as he walked through the door

“Hey you guys are back! Y/n are you okay?” Jubilee asked

Jubilee, Beast, and Roberto stayed behind, not wanting to risk anyone else getting caught into the fight, especially since Jubilee and Roberto were young. You nodded, feeling a little sense of pride from having put Scott in his place.

“I figured out what your ability is Y/n.” Beast spoke as he came up to you and Remy, who were sitting on the couch with everyone else except Morph around you.

“Is it dangerous?” You asked a little scared

“No. Not at all. You are perfectly fine.”

“And?” Remy asked

“Oh yes well it appears that you, Y/n, can copy anyone’s ability.”

“Huh? Copy? You sayin that’s how she healed so fast, not to mention the laser thing Scott does?” Logan asked

“That’s right. I was always researching while you all trained and well, after today, my theory was correct.”

“So I can copy anyone?” You asked

“Well so far you’ve copied three of ours, that being Scott’s, Remy’s, and Logan’s.” Jean added

“Logan’s? How? I didn’t-“

The hyper healing, that’s the other half of Logan’s ability. Regeneration and claws able to break through anything. It was the ability to repair yourself in seconds, just like Logan could. You could also feel the anger in rise and fall as you healed and attacked Scott back, and maybe that was the other half of the regeneration process.

“I healed myself… and the rage. I can do whatever it is that someone else can do.”

Beast and Jean nodded, looking to everyone else in the room.

“Well seems we gotta another one in the family now.” Jubilee joked

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You answered as you leaned against Remy, feeling exhaustion overtake your senses

The End!

A/N: holy crap I hope I didn’t botch this story. Anyways yeah I hope you all enjoyed!

[megamindsecretlair]

WIP Friday

Forgive me, my loves, I was writing like crazy all week! I haven't worked on any fics this week, too busy trying to survive my last week of probation! 🥳 and get this book idea out of my head. Zora and Jasper are just entirely too cute. And I can't wait for you to meet them!

Thanks for the tag: @nerdieforpedro @slippinninque @harmshake and @multiversefanfics

I decided to share a little snippet from With These Words. Be kind 🥹 I'm sensitive bout my shit 🤣 also please don't steal or repost. This is completely original work. Also keep in mind that this is a very rough draft. 'Mkay byeeee

“Oh, shit,” she said, staring at the window. They had been talking and laughing so much, they hadn’t noticed that it was raining. The sky only mentioned a ten percent chance of rain. She hadn’t brought an umbrella.

“Oh, damn,” Jasper said.

“I didn’t bring an umbrella,” she groaned. She and her things were going to get absolutely soaked walking in the rain.

“Me neither. My car is close, I can drive you home.”

Zora waved him off. “It’s okay. I just…didn’t have getting soaked to the bone on my bingo card,” she said and smiled at him. Crap. That was going to be a long ass walk. She bit her lip, wondering how dangerous it would be to run in the rain. Maybe a brisk walk? If she took a shower right when she got home and drank some tea, would she still get sick?

“Zora, we’re taking my car. No arguments,” he said, his voice getting deeper as he issued the command.

Her mouth dropped as she blinked at him and he grinned. He leaned in close. “No arguments. C’mon,” he said.

His eyes dipped down and she bit her lip. His eyes narrowed briefly before he leaned away, standing up and collecting his things. Zora was slower on the uptick, getting up after him.

“You really—”

“Don’t say it. You really think I would let you walk in the rain like this?” He asked.

“Let me?” Zora asked.

“Let you. We’re friends, right? Friends look out for each other. Wouldn’t you do the same for me?” He asked.

“Of course,” she said, no hesitation. It felt like he was always doing something nice for her. Something sweet. Always making her feel better or reminding her with a simple gesture that not every human being was an asshole. How did she compete with that? How did she begin to pay him back?

“Then let me do this for you, too,” he said. Done with packing their things, he gestured for her to walk ahead of him.

Her stomach still twisted in knots as they rode the elevator to the first floor. This still felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his kindness. It was easy for her to do for others what she couldn’t accept in return.

She liked helping others, liked being kind, but she was not a nice person. Her face often betrayed her true thoughts, and she had little patience for others. She felt like he was going completely out of his way to help and she didn’t want that.

They crossed the library to the entrance, the sliding glass doors were the only barrier to the deluge of rain coming down, pounding the pavement hard enough to bounce.

Jasper took off his jacket. “Take my jacket so you don’t get too soaked,” he said. “And please don’t argue, I’ll just win.”

Zora sucked her teeth. “Only if we share. I don’t want you to get sick on my account,” she said.

Jasper narrowed his eyes, an adorable scowl on his pretty face. He looked outside, at the rain, and then looked back at her. “Fine. But only because I turn into a giant baby when I’m sick and I don’t want you to feel guilty,” he said and grinned.

“Guilty is my middle name,” she said with a laugh.

“Zora Guilty Underwood,” he said, rolling the words around his tongue. “Different, but I’m with it.”

“You are so damn corny!” She said.

Jasper chuckled and then threw his jacket over the both of them. He was much taller, the jacket only barely covering her. If the rain had wind behind it, she would get soaked either way.

Jasper pulled her closer to his body. “Wrap your arm around my waist. We’ll go quick and I don’t wanna lose your shrimpy ass,” he said.

Zora elbowed him in the stomach and Jasper flinched with a laugh. She stepped closer anyway, wrapping her arm around his waist. This was the most contact they’ve had by far and it conjured all sorts of thoughts.

God, he smelled amazing. Felt amazing. Working out next to him was nothing in comparison to wrapping her arm around him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, licking his lips briefly as they got closer.

From this close, she could see his long eyelashes fan across his cheeks whenever he blinked. Why were guys blessed with pretty eyelashes? Why was Jasper so pretty in general? She wanted to study and stare at him, uninterrupted.

Jasper cleared his throat. “Ready?” He asked.

Zora took a deep breath and tore her gaze away from his. “Ready,” she said and squealed as they left the library.

The rain hadn’t hit them yet because of the overhang of the library. But once they crossed from under it, the rain was unforgiving. It pelted them like crazy and they laughed as they remarked on it.

Whew! I'd love to know what yall think. They make me siccckkkk 😭

No pressure tags: @soft-persephone @murder-wife @umber-cinders @babybratzmaraj @mybonafidefeelings

[bridgetoesoteria]

🔥🐉Messages for 2024🔮✨

Sorry for the delay 😅 Got a bit carried away yesterday.

There are three decks for three piles, left to right. Each pile also gets two bonus affirmations to start their year 🥳.

Asking for messages/ what you need to know heading into 2024! Hope it resonates <3

Pile 1: Rider-Waite

Off the bat: I am getting something about your love life. It could be prominent for the first 3 months of this year.

Be less tense. Maybe get into yoga or pilates or something similar. Some people might enjoy strength training.

4 Card Spread: Ace of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, 9 of Cups (R), High Priestess. Bottom of deck is Queen of Wands.

I can see why some of you may be tense. I think you have a lot going on. In particular, there could be a toxic situation or individual you have been dealing with. I almost want to say managing. It won't be a relationship for all of you. It could be any domineering masculine figure in your life or a job situation. I'm saying this because right under the Queen of Wands is the Devil and a few other negative cards, bookended by the King of Wands.

Anywho, despite that I am getting a positive message for you heading into 2024. I kept hearing that "you know the truth." So I don't know if someone has been trying to gaslight you or if you are learning to trust your intuition. Either way, you only benefit from trusting what you know in your gut is the truth of a person or situation.

You are much more resilient than you may know. Or maybe you are just tired of having to be resilient (i feel that). I think that is going to motivate you to start taking more control of your life. I'm not a doctor and if you are feeling depressed, or just not okay emotionally, please reach out to someone for help. With the 9 of cups reversed, some of you may be feeling super unfulfilled, disappointed, and despondent.

The Wheel of Fortune is next to it however, it is my "things are looking up," card. So I see the lack of fulfillment changing. For some this may require you learning how to be more "selfish" or getting rid of a person with a selfish attitude! I see you giving them the boot and them just swirling away like they're being flushed 🚽 lol. These changes may even benefit you financially.

TL;DR: So I guess the overall message is to stand in your power. Remember you are that bitch/guy/person. Or at least you can be if you so choose. Better boundaries and less need for external validation will bring you a lot of peace. You know the truth and the right thing to do. You can trust your intuition

Pile 2: Lucid Dreams Beginners Tarot

Off the bat: You could feel a little scatter brained right now. You might feel like your mind is buzzing and there is a lot to do! Slow down a little so you don't mix things up. I almost grabbed the wrong deck for your pile. Double check everything. Don't lose shit!

You may want to meditate.

4 Card Spread: The Tower, The Fool, Ten of Pentacles, and Queen of Pentacles. Bottom of deck is Seven of Swords.

You know...just as I was beginning to shuffle, I got a message about the soft life. Maybe you should allow yourself to be pampered and blessed more. Not just by people but the universe and yourself.

Also, are there scammers in this pile cause I'm getting some finessing energy 🤣. If you are living a city girl type of life, tread carefully. Just giving this warning because of the 7 of swords and Tower. But you seem to think quick on your feet so you will be good. Work hard but keep your hands clean. You want to build a lasting dynasty.

For others, you could be planning a wedding or planning to elope. Maybe some of you are actually reconsidering marriage all together. It doesn't feel negative but more like, you feel you need more time on your own. Maybe a recent success at work or another area of life has you wondering about the health of the grass just yonder 🤔. Should you follow your heart or stay where you are? I don't know just don't do anything crazy and focus on your legacy/long-term goals.

I can't ignore all the pentacles. In some way, money and foundations are important. This could be related to your family, legacy, inheritance, career, etc. There is emphasis on your physical world. Some of you could be going against family traditions or in some way stepping out on your own. You feel ready to carve out your own path and it is hard to hold it in any longer.

Some of you could go back to an ex or someone you are separated from. For others, that could be the very thing you are rebelling against. I'm hearing "who said I have to choose you?!" You could just now be realizing that you have autonomy and the feeling is intoxicating. There is a male energy present. I can't tell if this is a family member or significant other. Be wary of this person. They are a bit stuck in their ways.

TL;DR: You want to take life by the horns. You feel so ready for it! I feel like it could have been a long time coming for many of you. See what it feels like to be free. Just don't get too carried away! Be wary of the intentions behind people wanting to sway you from your decisions. Keep focusing on your bag and carrying yourself with grace. Maybe you will make some mistakes but maybe they will be make for awesome memories! For some of you, marriage or long term partnership could be on the mind heavily.

(three wanted to come out so I rolled with it).

Pile 3: Muppet Bear Tarot

Off the Bat: I felt really chill starting this pile. I took a little break, had a laugh then came back to it. So maybe you are a little checked out and just going with your flow. The last few years may have been rough and all you want is quiet. As long as you are balancing your priorities, keep moseying down the lazy river of life ☮

Also, if you have been considering getting your first tarot deck...

🔆this is your sign🔆

There are plenty of budget and beginner friendly decks. Do some research then choose what you feel drawn to. Caution: Don't get too sucked into doing readings. I think many of us had that phase 😅

4 Card Spread: 8 of Wands, 5 of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, and Strength (R). Bottom of the deck is the World.

Again, I am getting the feeling that you are more focused on your day to day. You make sure your "home is in order," then you go off to your happy place. If this is not what you are doing, maybe this is encouragement to start. You could be mourning a loss, whether it is a person or a relationship. Or you could be feeling down for another reason. Its okay to do what you need to feel better. Maybe its a quiet night in with a cozy atmosphere or a solo trip.

In some way, releasing control will help propel you forward.

Some of you may be in a long-distance relationship and finally getting the chance to be together. For others, as you focus on healing yourself, you will naturally meet a love interest. Or an existing connection could unexpectedly develop into something romantic. I feel this person being emotionally safe for you. You are entering a new chapter in your life without even realizing it.

You may receive a message that you have been waiting on. Could be a DM, text, email, or even physical mail. Someone may have been sitting on it for awhile. I am not necessarily getting malice behind this delay even though it may be annoying.

There's definitely a chance for a fresh start. It could start slow but I have a feeling you won't mind that. This fresh start could somehow be related to you coming out victorious in a situation or just being "chosen."

Some of you may have family going to combat or returning from combat. I'm definitely getting a military undertone. This could be a young male that wants to make everyone proud. I think whoever that message resonates with will get it. For others, there could be a male who you would like to see do well.

TL;DR: Focusing on healing is the right thing to do. You have been through a lot so its okay to create your own safe space to reside in. Your blessings won't miss you. Even as you focus on yourself, good events and people will still find their way to you. Trust that the whatever high power(s) you believe in have got your back. You could experience rejuvenation in your romantic life. Also, a delayed message is coming through. Welcome to the next chapter of your life :). You deserve all the good karma headed your way this year. 🥰

Hope you loved your readings. May we all have a wonderful start to our 2024s 🥂🎇

~K

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 115

Judging by the Cover Card it looks like this chapter is going to be focusing Heavily on the relationship between Kou and mitsuba in this timeline, since the last chapter ended with mitsuba asking for kou to join him in investigating the incident that happened with the Students missing after summoning a spirit AKA Tsukasa, I wonder if this will be like a Scooby doo mystery adventure for these 2 or if it will Entirely focus on them at all like in the Aquarium date a few Chapters back, or heck if we even see any other characters show up like yashiro or hanako, or if This will focus on anything that I had predicted last Chapter, well only 1 way to find out

Ok 2 things: 1 I'm surprised I Actually remembered who the f#%k this guy was the Minute I saw him since it's been like Chapter 1 when he was 1st introduced and was just there to drive the plot forward, 2 is yashiro in this timeline Still the Same as episode 1, like is She Still the girl that is So desperate for love that she will literally ask anybody if it means even having some sort of a "chance" and that She Never changed Staying the way used to, and 3, TAKE YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER YOU TROGLODYTE, The hell you mean if She gives you an "interesting" confession She'll be your TENTH Girlfriend, Sry but she's taken; I'm actually kinda worried that's he's back because when Stuff like this happens, it usually means we're Getting closer to the End, Omg I'm not ready 😰😰

There ya Go yashiro get the eff away from Him, I'm glad that he got the headbutt treatment she likes to do to Our sweet boy Servers him right, also the fact that she did a freaking somersault and Stuck the landing while getting out of dodge immediately is Just Hilarious 🤣🤣 *sigh* I miss Hanako so much....

Already this is Starting to become one of My favorite chapters omg I love that she's Finally realizing how Stupid she used to be before meeting hanako, always being manipulated into doing things for other people, always asking out people who Never truly even cared for her, always just being the classic "Doormat" shoujo protagonist she was, Glad She's finally realizing how much growth and character development she's had ever since meeting kou and Hanako, God I love this series ^^

😦😧😨 No way omg no way Did I call it Omg please

AHHHHHH!! OMG 😭😭😭 HANAKO 😢

Wait what was it all a Dream omg my Heart Damn it Aidairo why!? 😫

Ngl this scene hurt, I went completely silent reading this part, and wow just, wow, Seeing hanako's/ Amane's life and what it is/could've been really hurts and yashiro's tears in this Scene just speak louder than any words possible, God This chapter is so Good 😣

Ok firstly is it me or is My boys rocking the DRIIP, secondly this Show has gotten Way more Darker than when it 1st started, the fact that this Went from being a Show about ghost stories and spooky stuff, with just a tad bit of Dark topics to it, To literally now giving me Straight Gravity falls season 2 vibes is Really telling me a lot, also Kou in this timeline seems to be a lot more experienced when it comes down to being an Exorcist, the way he was just talking and examining the situation shows that He's no longer a Noob when it comes to this sort of thing, and is a lot more trained than he let's on Which pretty awesome

Bruh this series is Not holding back Anymore whatsoever, this is just Straight TERRIFYING 😅

Oh yeah that's Totally Not Nightmare fuel at All, Wow when did this Series become so horrifying, Also this is NOT Tsukasa, this is that Mother effing THING, till this day I still don't understand what this thing is and What it wants, all I know is that it's the freaking Hole the Kannagis were being sacrificed to and that the real Tsukasa sacrificed himself to in the Red house, I've always had a thought that Maybe just maybe a bit of him was still in their after the Red house arc and that he was just fighting or switching out from time to time, But from what I'm seeing It looks like the Thing has Taken him over COMPLETELY in this timeline, Tsukasa is Gone, this just a Shell, an empty husk Wearing his face; yep it's official, This is Absolutely One of my favorite Chapters Now, Omg I can't wait ^_^

Also the fact I was right about that the Next chapter was going to be focusing more on Yashiro, Makes me so FREAKING happy ^^ YEAH! I CALLED IT

[mslanna]

PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE IT! 😤 (what i assume is a weird mixture between a mating dance and asserting dominance on a very confused Raphael🤣)

well, not-quite-so-anon anymore @fiendish-appreciation. it is done. here is the last part of the story

unless I maybe do a soft epilogue, which I am not sure I can.

Outfox the Cat Part 3: The Devil Does You on AO3

It feels as if the world rests on Tav's shoulders alone and the slaying of the Elder Brain only increased the weight. They blink in exhaustion, slumping over their war hammer for stability. The Crown of Karsus drags them down merciless, like a black hole attached to their hand.

Should have left it in the river, they think. Should have made the bloody devil go look for it himself. But they made a promise. And that, for them, was as binding as any contract.

Tav wonders why that did it. Pity? Power? It felt good to outsmart a devil in his own home. The power ran through their veins golden and intoxicating. It may have carried them away a little and the victory was sweet. Even when ghost caresses started to crowd their days when shivers of phantom pleasure woke them up squirming at night.

Haarlep was making good use of their body. He must wear it a lot and sometimes Tav wonders who is on the other side of the equation. They hold on to the confession that Raphael only ever wants to sleep with himself. But the alternative is slightly disgusting. How many people does Haarlep sleep with during a day, during a night? Twenty-four hours filled with more sex than Tav thought possible.

And if it is Raphael taking advantage of the incubus' new form, Tav sighs. The cunt would surely have had an easier time fishing the Crown of Karsus from the Chionthar. If only the water had washed away more of the blood. Caked in gore Tav stumbles on.

Astarion already fled the sunlight. Lae'zel rode off on a dragon to be a figurehead for her people. Wyll followed Karlach into the hells. Time to follow. Tav sighs and looks at the broken city. Their home, once upon a time. It feels forever away. But right now, Baldur's Gate looks as broken as they feel.

Just a little further, Tav urges themself. Up the city to the Devil's Fee. They take a deep breath and close their eyes for a moment. This, too, will pass.

When Tav opened their eyes, the city vanished. The stink of blood and steel exchanged for the smell of hearty food, sweet wine and hot baths. They stand in the House of Hope, close enough to collapse onto one of the many chairs in the feast hall. The table is loaded, brimming with treats of all kinds. The smell makes their stomach clench.

"A little eager, are we?" Tav sits down heavily, resting their eyes on the devil who watches them from the end of the room with triumph in his eyes. "I would have preferred to do this with a little decorum, but hey."

Tav's attempt to throw Raphael the Crown of Karsus falls short, as does the crown. It clatters on the tiles, rolling in wobbly circles until the devil picks it up.

"And let you hold all the trump cards again? I think not, my dear." Raphael devours the crown with eager eyes. The goal of his efforts in this plane of existence finally in his grasp. But he doesn't put it to immediate use. Instead he turns it over in his fingers slowly, keeping them safely busy as he approaches the weary paladin.

"After this ordeal you went though, it is only proper to grant you the hospitality and – recreation my House of Hope has to offer." His words a smooth and roll from his tongue with practised easy. Only a hint of hunger hides under the rough edges of the vowels.

"I-" Tav breaks off. They are sitting comfortably. The idea to get up doesn't appeal, not to mention they are unsure their legs will take it.

"I have you covered," Haarlep's voice comes from behind. They reach their arms around Tav and lift them easily. The war hammer clatters to the ground unheeded.

"Haarlep! In your regular form?" Tav forces a chuckle. "Didn't get to use it much lately, did you?"

The incubus answers with a peal of laughter as they carry their prey into the boudoir.

Tav leans their face against the red shoulder. The motion from walking is calming and they drowsily close their eyes. Sleep beckons but is chased away too soon when Haarlep puts them down near the restoration fountain.

There they undress the weary paladin and clean the blood from skin and hair. Tav remembers the restoring power of the fountains, but Haarlep uses the water sparingly. Enough to refresh, not enough to strengthen.

"Don't want to make it more difficult on me than I have to," they confide, rubbing blood from Tav's hair and between their toes.

It's a cryptic statement. What was Raphael to do? Make his incubus lick them clean? The devil watches, waiting at the edge of the pool and his hooded eyes still glint more than the light refracting from the crown in his hands.

Tav wants to make a quip, tease him for letting Haarlep do all the hard work as per usual. But they are tired. The water cleans away blood and bruises; to wake them up, Tav seems to have to drink it. But Haarlep gathers them up again already, slipping nothing but a small sip of the healing waters down their throat.

"You will need it," the incubus murmurs as he carried Tav away.

Raphael follows, making a detour only to vanish the Crown of Karsus to a safe place. The silk sheets rise cool against Tav's skin as Haarlep gently lowers them onto the large bed. The incubus follows, taking up a seat at Tav's head. They take the paladin's wrists and slowly stretch their arms out over their head.

"Not so plucky now, are we?" Raphael gloats. He pulls off his boots never releasing Tav from his proprietorial gaze. When Tav tries to sit up, Haarlep tightens the grip around their wrists, pushing the backs of their hands deep into the mattress.

Raphael kneels between Tav's legs, the final prize spread before him. The smug smile turns hungry. For now, Raphael lets his eyes betray exactly what is about happen. His lips pull back to reveal the anticipation of a victor.

"Mock all you want about the number of times you felt Haarlep's ecstasy in your body," his words drip to Tav's skin like lances. "The victory is mine."

"The devil you know, eh?" Tav replies and glances at Haarlep. "Still needs help, though."

"Oh, my loyal incubus is only here to guarantee a certain – restraint." Raphael leans forwards. He catches Tav's chin with one hand, tilting it into a perfect angle to lay a first kiss on them.

It is heavy and sweet, Tav drops back in surprise by the sheer intensity of it. Heat seeps from the devil’s lips into their mouth, filling the kiss with smouldering desire. When he raises his right thigh, pushing Tav's up with it, the paladin spreads open with a soft moan.

Raphael breaks the sound up between his teeth and deepens the kiss. His mouth controls Tav's breath until comes in short gasps. They tug at Haarlep's grip, craving to put their hands onto the devil smothering them. Tav rears up as best as they can, taking in tongue and teeth as they move.

"Oh, I know you want to take back control of this whole situation." Raphael sits back with a smirk as Haarlep forces Tav's head back onto the mattress securing their hands under his knees. "But there is only one way you may get on top and it is I who decides if and when that happens."

His lips touch down along the side of Tav's jaw, nip their lobe and travel down their throat. Each placement is perfect, the pressure just right, the length almost enough. "You can resist or yield," the devil murmurs into their ear. "But you cannot control."

Another row of kisses along the throat and towards the back elicit a strangled and angry little moan. Tav struggles once more against Haarlep's hold and earns nothing in return but a mocking chuckle from the devil laying lines of arousal over their skin.

"You may have been too busy to notice," Raphael leers taking a break to surveying his effect so far, "but I already had my first courses. I can wait now. This is all about you." He returns to teasing Tav and the precision with which each touch hits home, caressing the most sensitive areas is uncanny, revolting, and irresistible.

"Welcome to eternity." Hot words scorch Tav's ear, but go barely noticed. They rally against Haarlep's hold in vain, roiling in unwanted desire and with their mouth once again closed by Raphael's demanding kiss, they cannot talk their way out of this one. When the devil levels his weight onto their body, Tav stops wanting to.

Raphael works his way downwards, punctuated by frustrated moans. Each nip is paced and placed to drive Tav crazy with lust. And after repeated practice sessions, they land perfectly. Tav feels the smile on the fiend's lips as he works them, plays their body like a fiddle.

His hands spread their knees and hold them wide. For a moment cool air brushes over Tav's damp sex. Raphael rises to look down at his prey with cruel gratification and for a moment he relishes in the sheer power over Tav. Then he leans down, breath hovering for unreasonably long between their legs before his to tongue ventures in. Tav bucks, when the tip settles easily over their clit, caressing it with maddening familiarity.

Each gasp and groan his tongue elicits spurs him on. His fingers dig into Tav's thighs and keep them wide with an iron grip. When Tav crests towards release, Raphael sits up, smug and self-satisfied. Cold air leaves an empty caress on Tav's swollen clit.

The devil's head rises for a final threat, brown eyes blazing fire and steel. This power arouses him more than any touch.

"You will know me." Raphael growls triumphant. "In ways you cannot imagine yet and in all of my forms." The air sings and suddenly a fiend looms over Tav. His skin sears against theirs, black bones digging into their flesh along strange angles.

"I will have you begging on your knees." The words burn and roll over Tav like a hot gravel. "I will have you wail my name in supplication. Every sensation of your body will be mine, your lust, your pleasure, your pain. For I am the Master in this House."

Back in his human form, the devil leans in to resume the work on his latest toy. "As you have admitted when last we met: you had your fun. Now I will have mine."

[namor-shuri]

Did you see that recent post about your page? Antis are so funny 😭

I’m crying because after I posted that meme post yesterday, I was scrolling through the Nashuri tag and then saw it 🥴 I literally made a dumb meme joking about Antis saying we need to be locked up, and didn’t realize someone literally said that hours prior. It doesn’t get better than that rofl. What’s sending me was their initial outrage of Nashuri [which babe, have you been living under a rock?], then the assumption that I romantically ship Tenoch & Tish from a quick bio glance, THEN after all of the “horror” and “shock”, they proceed to not block me. You’re telling me you posted screenshots of you blocking my page to ultimately not…..block……me? Righhhhhhhttttttt *rubs temples*

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I literally don’t owe anyone this BUT this is for the folks that are new to my blog/Nashuri fandom/etc:

#1. Hey 💜 This is BOTH a Nashuri [Namor x Shuri] blog AND Tenoch Huerta + Letitia Wright appreciation blog. What does that mean? It means my blog is about anything related to A. Tenoch Huerta + his life/roles etc B. Letitia Wright + her life/roles etc and C. Their adorable dynamic together. It’s a hodgepodge of random stuff. One big ice cream shop where you can pick your flavor of choice. So Nashuri shippers interact with me, Namor fans, Shuri fans , Letitia, Tenoch and so on. You get the idea. I love how open-ended my page is and that’s why I made it that way in the first place. Everyone is welcome here and can walk away with a little bit of something. For being such a miscellaneous page, I would say the only “agenda” I push is Nashuri [it’s in my name]. The rest of my content is up to your own personal interpretation/assumptions. What you think I’m pushing or trying to say is all your take and your take alone, beloved. It has nothing to do with me.

#2. I admit that my mouth has gotten me in a little bit of trouble over the years lol. I was literally that little kid that came back with a report card with straight A’s that had a teacher’s note on the side saying “Talks too much in class”. I think and say shit ALL. THE. TIME rofl Yes, I sprinkle in deep rants and knowledgeable takes on my blog but I made this page to be a menace. I’m only here to be entertained. A majority of my page are jokes and tomfoolery. The complete opposite of “be for real”. How can I be when I’m literally shipping a fictional fish stick and a fictional woman in a cat suit?? 🤣 I’ve spoken about it before but I’m also an artist [my professional work is 1000% unrelated to this page/content lol] so alot of my page is also random graphics and stuff like that too. I love making y’all and myself laugh and it’s been enjoyable af interacting with you, especially the Nashuri fandom. Y’all are straight up comedians and say the funniest shit, which then makes me want to say even more wild shit and then it becomes a snowball effect lol. Thankfully I can tell a majority of you who do follow/interact with me are grown so you’ve picked up by now that most of my blog is A BIT. But unfortunately there’s always going to be a sprinkle of people who are clearly young, new here or just folks that don’t get my sense of humor whatsoever. And whichever category you fall under it’s okay, but babes there are a lot of 18+ jokes/comments on my page so if you are someone that is underage and or gets easily offended, please do yourself a favor and stay clear. I mean that in the nicest way possible.

#3. I wrote this on a reblog to someone’s post recently but I have a large portion of blogs blocked on the tags that I follow on here. Life has been ✨𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁✨ ever since and it only takes .2 seconds out of your day to do it. So when I don’t see people utilize the block button, I just know their not being fr and are clearly bored. If you don’t like my content, block/mute me. Simple as that. Because chances are, I’ve probably already blocked you by now. And to the people I haven’t, I either A. enjoy/interact with the content you make or B. don’t care for it but you usually stay out of my lane and I stay out of yours so we just coexist. It’s that black and white. You don’t have to like what someone posts but what isn’t cool is bothering/targeting someone on an app strictly because of that. What are you five? This feels like a lesson we learned in elementary school. It’s not rocket science and it’s never that serious. The world does not revolve around you nor adhere to things only you deem okay. It’s much bigger than that. Get a grip, go drink some water, eat something and make sure to touch some grass today while you’re at it.

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Shout out to that page tho! I literally gained new followers after that, so…..thank you? 😅 What a time to be alive. But for real, ya’ll have been coming out of nowhere to support and it’s been super dope. I really appreciate all the love, especially for being such a new page. I’m looking forward to future shenanigans, continuing the fun and not taking shit too seriously per usual. Live your best life, folks. Don’t let anyone rain on your parade. Life is WAY too short for that.

Ps: To my new followers, check out the post pinned to my page here. It’s a great “intro” into the Nashuri fandom and or actors Tenoch Huerta / Letitia Wright. Some things might be a little old but it’s pretty useful for the most part. My old poll results post gives you a slight idea of me as well. See y’all around ✌🏾💗

[oceangirl24]

Let's have some fun tonight. You know the drill:

An AU where Jon and Audrey are terrible roles models and Shawn is Shawn and Cory is still wrong about everything.

To have a laugh at your blorbos expense check out my favorite generators: Incorrect Generator 1, Incorrect Generator 2, Incorrect Generator 3

Audrey: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Shawn: A doll.

Cory: A cinnamon roll.

Jon: A sweetheart.

Audrey:

Audrey: …stop it.

Jon: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Jon and Audrey, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Shawn: Our turn, Cory! One, two, three- vanilla!

Cory, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Jon: I just ended a four year relationship.

Audrey: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Jon: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Shawn and Cory fighting from across the room*

Jon: *Gently taps table*

Audrey: *Taps back*

Shawn: What are they doing?

Cory: Morse code.

Jon: *Aggressively taps table*

Audrey: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Audrey, about Cory: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Shawn: Are we stealing them?

Jon: New or used?

Audrey: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Jon: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Audrey: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Shawn: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Cory: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Jon, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Audrey, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Shawn, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Cory, trembling: What are we playing?

Jon: You lying, cheating, piece of sh--!

Audrey: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Jon: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SHAWN WITH ME

Cory, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Audrey: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Jon: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Audrey: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Jon: But I heard a siren.

Shawn: That was Cory.

Cory: Sorry, I got nervous.

Audrey: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??

Cory: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Shawn: Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Cory: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.

Jon: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Cory: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Shawn: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Cory: That's deep.

Jon: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Cory: That's deeper.

Audrey: …You guys are idiots.

Jon, gesturing to Audrey: Cory, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Shawn: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Cory: I’m sorry Mom… :(

Audrey, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[yandere-wishes]

Fun fact - the first ever 50/50 I ever got was Diluc. On Childe's banner. Kinda crazy ahaga, he really stepped in and is trying to shield me away from him 😭☝️

Diluc is also probably my best match in Genshin overall - he's my golden pair, our enneagrams are perfect and he's a Taurus and Taurus x Cancer is always a hit combo.

As for ENTP men - they're ALWAYS better in fiction, always. I think the reason why I attract so many of those types is because they feel safe with me and they kind of just let go and allow that unhinged side take over. One of my closest friends is an INTP 6w5 girlie and she said that with me she can say basically anything and not feel scared. Other close friends include ISFP 4w3, INTJ 5w6, INFJ 6w5, INFJ 4w5 and ISFP 9w1. Clearly, I collect introverts LOL.

Also! Barbara is an ESFJ! So is Nilou! The game doesn't have that many ENFJ's, I think Lisa might be the only one.

ajfubrafe!! Seriously!! Told you it was fate!! It makes an interesting rivalry too, The man who hates Fatui vs a Fatui harbinger!! They would totally fight over you!!

I think that's one of the best friendships anyone could ask for. Feeling comfortable enough to be unhinged together is AWSOME! It just shows how much you all care about each other. Dude I wish I had as many friends as you🤣🤣I have like only one close friend lol.

LOVE the "I collect introverts" it's just like collecting Husbandos andPokemonn cards lol. please collect me too lol🤣🤣

I had no idea lol, I was looking on a site that gave the characters MBTI types, and figured they weren't too accurate lol. On the bright side, Lisa is pretty hot lol. 🤣🤣

[j0kers-light]

Hey light👋🏽 for my previous question about what your favorite oneshots it’s the stories you’ve written from greatest to least.

P.S. I’ll be hitting you with a couple of requests later on🫣🥰 Mostly about joker and reader getting caught🤣My favorite is the I Spy one and the Dissociated Identity Disorder and I’m the one that requested those🤣 it turned out better than I could of imagined so good job 👍🏽

Thank you for clarifying anon and please, send any request you have! I’ll love to fill them whenever I get the chance 🥰

Now! My work greatest to least? That’s tough since I’m my own worst critic but I’ll try and be kind to myself here.

I hate my smut pieces, don’t judge me. I just cringe reading them and it’s even worse writing them out. So those are at the bottom of this list. I’m tough on myself.

Sweet girl- The only smut that I feel confident about lol. I was in my bag when I wrote this one Y/n reminded me of myself here so projection writing at it’s finest made it grade A.

Baby Sat- Little Gio and Joker had me sob crying on my period when I wrote this!! I’m a sucker for a good DILF and J fits the bill. Gio will be making a comeback for sure cuz I love him too much!

Reassurance- Another emotional piece that I love! Joker needed some and Y/n is always there to support him no matter what time it is.

Probing Questions- I liked diving deeper into Joker’s time in Arkham Asylum and I love blanket forts so I’m a little bias here. 🤭

Rules & Date Night- They share the same score since it’s a combo piece. I loved writing date night with J and Y/n and setting the scene was chef kiss. (Jack the bunny is a HL plot Easter egg!) 👀

Role Reversal- I love it simply because it was my first time writing for a male!reader. It was fun to branch out. I definitely wanna write a female!Joker piece again.

Tuning In- My first oneshot! A little rusty but a goodie. Obsessed with the idea of J braiding your hair, he’s so good at it.

Playing Cards- I love a good what if situation 🤭 Joker being obsessed at first sight while Y/n is absolutely terrified. I had plans of writing a sequel for this but never got around to it. Writing one sided love is actually quite hard.

Plot Holes- This was supposed to be smut but I flaked out on it. I didn’t trust myself to write it out so yeah there’s that. It’s honestly just me venting about my writers block disguised as a fic.

Not Jealous- It’s so easy to write a jealous Joker but I could have made him more aggressive in this. Another version was them having sex with Y/n’s mic still on so everyone could hear but 🗑️

A White Future- Again I failed myself! This was so tedious to write. I had so many rough drafts that I deleted. I called up a friend to bounce ideas off of and we settled on sunroom sex. There was an idea of Y/n being at a wedding reception and J crashing it, another where she was a bride model and came home wearing a gown. Ugh so many drafts.. and it still didn’t turn out the way I envisioned it 🙄

I Spy- HEAR ME OUT! I got carried away writing this BUT! I held back so much. I didn’t know where I was taking this honestly. Joker and Y/n were supposed to be caught having sex but they kinda weren’t.. then the sex itself wasn’t hitting like I envisioned it in my head. J wasn’t dom enough.. so many missed opportunities ugh. I loved the alt ending but I fumbled the overall bag.

Happy Uhh Halloween- Halloween is my least favorite holiday 🤷🏾‍♀️

In conclusion, I am my own worst critic and I cringe at my own writing, especially any smut. I haven’t had a negative review yet so 🥹🥹 maybe it’s just me? 🫠

[fleurcareil]

West Ontario: Thunder Bay and Kenora

It feels like ages ago that I left Sleeping Giant as I'm currently in Calgary, three provinces further west 😅 but been busy traveling with very little internet access, so will aim to catch up by writing shorter posts! 🤞

On the way to Thunder Bay I visited the Terry Fox memorial - for non-Canadians, he was a young man who ran a "marathon of hope" to raise awareness for cancer; having started in St John's in Newfoundland, he ran 3,339 miles across Canada close to here, where he had to stop as his cancer returned & he died shortly afterwards. Supporting Terry Fox runs by friends were the first donations that I made in Canada (I must admit I never ran myself) and he has rightly so turned into an inspiration for many. The memorial serves both as a reminder that our health is the very first thing we should take care of, and as a motivation to never give up on life... ❤

In Thunder Bay I did the usual errands plus an unsatisfactory visit to a BMO bank branch, where I had hoped they would reinstate my credit card after a suspicious activity... however, they only could send a new card to my friends in Dundas (where I'll be back end September 🤔) so that stressed me out but luckily with the help of great friends 😍, I received the replacement card this morning in Calgary so I can now worriless continue spending 😝.

Half an hour west from Thunder Bay I breaked for lunch at the Kakabeka Falls, the so-called "Niagara Falls of the North"... although pretty (& in a more natural setting than Niagara Falls), the comparison doesn't really hold true 🤣

After that it was a 2hr+ drive to the little village of Ignace where I stayed in a lovely inn on a lake, run by a couple that used to live in Toronto but had moved here during the pandemic in search for a quieter life (which it certainly is with its 1,200p population!) .

Along the drive, the trees were still the same boreal forest (which I probably will never want to see again after this roadtrip 😁) and it was grey and boring so couldn't wait to stop for the day... the only interesting thing is that I changed another hour back in time, similar to Labrador not at a provincial border but just randomly somewhere 😅. Meant I had an extra hour to sit with my legs up!

Next day, I made the last 3-hour push to arrive in Kenora, the most westerly town in Ontario and famous for being on the massive Lake of the Woods. The roads were much busier here with several links to the US border, and suddenly it became agricultural with rolling fields west of Dryden, a change from the forever-forest!

In the evening, the lake at my campsite at Rushing River provincial park became dead still and massive clouds turned pink when the sun set... pretty! 😍 As a really great plus, there were no longer flies and very few mosquitos which makes being outside so much nicer. As a really big negative, there was a snake that came my way when I was sitting at the picknick table chatting with a friend. After booing it away, I researched Ontario snakes and although the common eastern gartersnake is not poisonous and doesn't normally attack, I was less than pleased when it showed up next to me again! 😵

In the morning, the water was still very calm so had a beautiful paddle before breakfast. I never cease to be happy when I'm on the water!! 🤩

Thereafter, I drove into town for a boat tour on the MS Kenora along tons of islands, rich houses, "devil gaps", spiritual rocks as well as 6 bald eagles. It was pretty but very hazy due to the smoke so then everything turns into the same gray-yellow hue... 🤨

After visiting an art gallery dedicated to a local painter and an interesting exhibit on the 150th anniversary of Indigenous Treaty #3 - " which will last as long as the sun will shine and the water runs, that is to say forever", it was patio time for a drink & snack with view on the lake! ☀️ Back at the campground, it was so sticky hot that I went for another little paddle to the beach and a refreshing swim 🤓

There was too much wind in the morning for another paddle so spent some time cleaning out and repacking the car, throwing away any items that I hadn't used for the last two months, no point in keeping those!

Although it was a great spot on the water, the campsite was a walk-in on a slope so I ended up hating it going up & down endlessly to my car... mental note never to book that again!

Before heading out, I did a small hike along the namesake rapids that the park was created for, but it was hot & humid so not enjoyable.

Time to say goodbye to Onario and off to Manitoba!

Wildlife: 1 deer (Dryden), 1 common eastern gartersnake (twice!), 6 bald eagles and 1 loud flying loon (Rushing River/Kenora)

SUPs: two at Rushing River

Hikes: one at Rushing River

[crimsonblackrose]

Mickey’s replacement for this episode because the elderly woman won’t let a guy stay with her.

The elderly lady locked her in the bathroom and she punched her way out, then pulled out a big knife and cut up all the rope she’d used to secure it. I wonder if since they were planning to do a spin off with Scott if she was supposed to take Mickey’s place.

Listen, I love them, I love that she wants to be a detective and solve a mystery but also, dear lady you’ve dragged this poor guy whose got a crush on you into danger. Like these people know about you and definitely want to murder you.

“I brought you some tools.” “What for?” “So you can break into the apartment.” Ma’am, that’s illegal! 🤣 Did you forget about such things in your excitement to solve a mystery?

“She spends more on make up then I do on rent.” I also love that she’s got a cardboard cut out of herself.

“That’ll be useful.” Just grabs a signed frame out of the guys hand and shoves it in her bag. I love this eccentric criminal grandma.

“Someone is coming with a gun!” So let’s just shove ourselves against the door. Come on you two.

“Burglery is a crime” “Well sergent if you’d listened to me in the first place I wouldn’t have had to break into that apartment.”

Alice just giving Robert permission to....do whatever he wants in the city for this case? 🤣🤣🤣 She’s like please keep this entire mess away from me you deal with it. 😂

Robert: Hey Mr. Zalinski....maybe you and Mrs. Rotherford should get together so that I’m not saving your lives around the city because she’s bored.

“I would very much like my job back sir” turns very quickly into a “HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING TO ROCK AND ROLL” And Mr. McCall is like...uhhhhh we are?

She’s using a detective/mystery novel like a cookbook. 😂

Robert: regret Collins: Delighted running around the street

Collin’s style is my fav

The elderly woman in danger as soon as she sees this lady. “The stripper!” Ma’am maybe don’t exclaim such things when you’re in danger.

Proud of her, even though she like slowly crab walked into the scene. 😂 She’s so happy.

“I’ve trade the mystery novels for Gothics. Screams in the night, misty moors” I love it. She’s so excited about her change in books.

McCall muttering to himself as these two express their love for each other. 🤣🤣

Ah heck yeah, Collins runs in with a giant rainbow umbrella to hold over McCall like wait wait it’s raining let me protect you Mr. McCall.

Collins: I think we’re a great team let’s go into business together. Let’s take down car theft rings and international spies. McCall: groans dear god, turns around to try and avoid her, she goes with

Collins: I’ll make business cards, something like:  “Bob and Trudy the Crime Crushers”

[ennabear]

i’ll say rn this is 100% gonna be the longest reblog i’ve ever reblogged so leave rn if you don’t wanna read… don’t get me wrong i love my bae ellie but please i love this even more… my rayray coming at us with another banger!!! tumtum is not prepared i’m afraid.

fun fact they actually hired a squadron of cyber troops to reinforce the site for a few days because they KNEW this was gonna be internet breaking. earth shattering. boner giving. HEY WHO SAID THAT???!??! WHATTT THAT’S CRAZY!!!!

anyways… here are my thoughts hehehehe, i will acknowledge that i yapped a lot but i am NOT sorry. in fact i’d write a whole book on why rayray is the best writer… you’re LUCKY i’m keeping this somewhat short.

Any success is so trivial if she has no one to celebrate it with, not without you.

From the very start, you've been right there by her side. From the very beginning, it wasn't as picture-perfect as she imagined. The fairytale began with what she thought would be a never-ending love story.

Something so pure, it could never turn rotten.

ok for starters, absolutely loveeeeee love love love loveee the way you wrote ellie in this one. how she’s not fully toxic, but has a few traits that make her unbearable. and the sticky feeling of loving her anyways, because you’ve known her for so long, it’s all you do know. and then having to deal with the grief of losing a relationship like that, the way it tears you apart and has you questioning who’s fault it really is. yeah, sure, you could’ve stayed, and maybe you could’ve worked it out. but what if you stayed and things got worse? if you stayed and started to resent her more, driving a wedge in between the two of you and mourning the loss of the ellie you used to know?

"One day, going to be just like him, but better. My old man got too old before he decided to be good. I'm going to be the best player ever."

"I bet you will be." your eyes find hers, the sun making them shine like an emerald diamond, just like the one your mom wears on her ring finger.

"My coach says I'm good already but tells me not to get my hopes up."

BABY ELLIE BABY ELLIE BABY ELLIE!!!! so cute i love her so much ughhhh. this dynamic is always one of my favs, but i love the twist you put on it. instead of it being the two of them forever, ellie makes some… poor choices and tears their relationship apart. so sad but so beautiful ugh. i can’t tell which part of me was the most wet while reading this, my eyes or my pussy. (definitely the latter…)

Slowly, she takes your figure in, examining you up and down before smirking. She says nothing to you as she orders a neat whiskey. She hands her silver credit card to the bartender,

"and whatever she wants for the rest of the night."

You think for a moment she'll talk to you, but she winks before settling into a booth with four others who look oddly familiar.

The rest of the night, you're met with tranquility and the steady and skilled bump of the bass guitar. It reminded me of when you were young, ambitions were the only thing on your mind, and you were lost in the never-ending need to be someone. It's when you still believe something is worth living for, more than beating your drum to someone else's tune.

You sipped on three Mexican martinis throughout the night and got lost when you walked up to the bar. The beefy, muscular blonde was there to greet you. This time, you got a clear look at her. Her rugged and toned frame shows off her commitment to the gym.

just squirted everywhere and it soaked my car seat… oh nooo guess i’ll need a new car…. if only i had a rich muscular blonde to buy me one……. 🤣🤣😂😂😅😅😭😭😢😭😭😭😭 PPLEASSEEEEEE ABBY i’m creaming i’m creamingggg oh her strap help i can’t stop bouncing on itttttt nooooo i’m wet i’m wet i’m wet i’m wettttttttt abby abby abby i need youuuuuuu 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 nghhhh i need her

This time you are drooling; her thumb wipes away the liquid before she sucks it back into her mouth. Her grin is even more wicked, knowing she has you right where she wants to be.

It's when you notice the mirrored scorpions, one on either side, her muscular biceps littered with tattoos, and the front of her neck - practically having fuck me written all over her.

You should leave.

You fucking should.

my favorite scene of all time actually… so so so so so honored to have read a preview of dis TEEHEEEEE OH GOD I NEED HER SO BADDDDDD don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave!!!!! her tattoos yeah it’s over. i’ve been killed. rip ennabear. i’m actually drooling so hard i’ve started a flash flood… and i’m drowning in it… and i need mouth to mouth cpr from drummer abby……… i’m so sorry btw… i really don’t know who’s writing all of these horny words…

It's there. The smidge of penance you feel you're obligated to ask for. Regardless of how amazing it feels, there's something about the ending. This will be the end of all fuck ups; maybe, there's still hope for the two of you if you go home. Call Ellie in the morning before the need to suppress the shame.

But don't you deserve this one thing for yourself?

Everything under the sun has been for the auburn-haired beauty who has held your heart from the moment she patched up your bleeding knee. The moment a total stranger managed to win your heart, an adolescent love that knew nothing of the lesson of heartbreak or the years you chased after Ellie while she was chasing others.

ooooh this feeling is so tricky… but obviously i don’t forgive her, especially when this sexy ass blonde is fucking me in the bar HELLOOOOOOO sorry for the notes the last few paragraphs but i can’t even see straight i’m so in love with this…

"Fuck, they are perfect." You confess, your eyes gleaming at her pink nipples exposed before meeting with her eyes once again.

"Yeah, they are, but they would look even better with your pretty lips around them."

😳😳😳😳🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍💦💦💦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 i need her i need her i need her i need her i need her please abigail let me suck your soul out of your nipples PLEASEEEEUHHHH

"You can still walk out that door. Just say the word and my driver will take you home." Abby whispers into the busy street beneath you, it's so faint from the distance but the two of you can hear it. "Or you can let me slide your pretty little skirt up and let me make a slut of you, babygirl."

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your throbbing clit, maybe it's the lack of contact in months, most of all maybe it's the fact Ellie took so long to reach out, but you give in. Throwing your arms around her neck, pulling her lips to yours, regardless of the possible consequence looming after you, threatening to tear apart the picture perfect life you thought you're living.

she’s rich she’s sexy she’s confident she has piercings she smells good she’s buff she has good taste yeah i’m on my knees… on one knee… kneeling before her with a small velvet box… asking her to marry me… the way i’d never leave… like as soon as she opens the door to her apartment i’m cementing myself into her bed and not even god’s strongest men could tear me away from her… also ellie taking that long to reach out is pissing me off!! oh so i hate this bitch and she hates me too?? GET OUT OF HEREEEEEE

"Oh..." Abby grins at your desperate moans, "You really do know how to be a good girl and take it." Her name falls from your lips like a stuttering prayer, as if she's the god you're praising at the altar. With each thrust, Abby back more of her strength into, packing a powerful punch to your cunt. Pulling at the strings, already making you see stars as you take from the angle.

When you start bouncing on her cock, Abby loses all coherent thought. Your not so subtle bounce of your tits, she loves them so much she cranes her neck to suck on your nipples, her tongue piercing adding a new sensation, unable to stop your pussy from gushing around her.

i… really… do… know… how… to… be… a.. good… girl… and… take… it… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 TONGUE PIERCING TONGUE PIERCING TOMGUE PIERCING!!!! horny alert horny alert horny alert LOCK IT DOWN!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

"You said you would tell her." The frustration written all over Abby's face, her voice only raising an octave higher. Abby has never been so disgusted with herself, stopping so low, thinking she would get chosen over the long term girlfriend.

Stupid.

"I know what I said. I'm telling you, I can't." Ellie pinches the bridge of her button nose, trying to concentrate as Abby makes no move to do anything else but continue to fuck Ellie's cunt.

"Oh no?" Abby slips a third finger in her pussy as she shoves her face between her slender thighs. "You don't wanna tell her why you won't fuck her anymore? All the light night calls with your manager are flights to come to my penthouse and get your pussy fucked out?"

Her tongue dips into Ellie's pussy, she flattens her pierced tongue, the cool golden ball adding stimulation to the weeping woman's clit, her body jerking at the action. "She's too fucking good for you." The speed of the bigger girl's fingers send Ellie into godspeed, flirting with another dimension as she allows Abby to play tricks on her pussy.

The reason she comes back, no one makes her cum like she does, not even you. Abby wants more but Ellie refuses to give it, not willing to leave you even if you know what she's been doing, all the lies she's told in order to fuck Abby, you'd never look her way again. "She can't do this though? It's why you keep coming back, you need my fingers stuffed in your pussy?" Abby's fingers are reaching so deep, kissing Ellie's cervix as she grips onto her wrist, bucking her hips up into the rockstar's fingers.

plot. twist. of. the. fucking. century. i hate ellie so much but also i can’t really blame her, if abby fucked me like that i’d wanna come back every night too LMAO. but obviously… i would NOT lie to my sweet girlfriend(s???) like a fucking loserrrrrr!!!

"Maybe I should give them to her instead. I'm sure she would be more grateful." Abby spits sloppily on Ellie's pussy, kitten licking her clit until she sucks it in her mouth, tongue rapidly flicking over her bundle of nerves. Abby tsks, "Selfish slut, cum on daddy's tongue like you fucking mean it."

again, this foreshadowing is crazy… raybear try not to be the best writer on this app challenge FAILED AS ALWAYS!!!! BIG FAT F WRITTEN IN RED!!!!!!! i’m actually creaming my pants just reading this holy shit…. drummer abby i need you. every single bone in my body is twitching right now….. the dykes are yearning for this absolute sex monster……..

PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!! 🙏 also her piercings and tattoos yeah i’m squirting… like i said a while ago with tennis abby (which i read daily if you’d like to know…) the way you write so descriptively is just. UGH. PERFECT BUT BETTER!!!! like please can someone QUICKLY come up with a word that means perfect in every way and so good that it makes you cry… i feel like perfect isn’t deep enough to describe how i’m feeling. like this is changing me on a spiritual level. this is a summit in my life and now i’ll be permanently attached to this fic every single second i live until the day my skin grows pale and my bones can’t hold my weight and my soul gets taken with the wind… now i’m crying help raybaby i love u so much please never die your fics give me life i swear…

She exhales a puff of smoke, her sun kissed skin reflecting off the moonlight, every defined line of muscle making her even more beautiful. "But why? Did you suddenly grow a conscience?"

"No but I'm not interested in being someone's side piece. I'm the main fucking show." Abby shrugs her shoulders matter of factly, "Show yourself out, Williams."

oh i hate her. HEY, ELLIE, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU WANNA GROW TF UP AND TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!!!! i guess you could say she’s… rotten…. she’s a bad apple….. heh, get it???

The memory flashes before Abby's eyes, she's sure it's crossing Ellie's mind, her worst nightmare playing in front of her. Her girlfriend, screaming her mistress's name, as she clings onto Abby like a second life line. The look of horror in her emerald eyes, she would know your body everywhere, it's you.

SWEET, SWEET REVENGE!!!! KARMA IS REAL AND SHES A MEAN MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!! i kinda feel bad for her though like tbh if i lost my sweet girlfriend AND my sexy side piece AND found them hooking up ohhhh i’d be devastated. like. jumping off the nearest bridge devastated.

Unbeknownst to you, the rotten apple lays beneath you, the same E chain hidden beneath the countless chains adorning her neck but sometimes they can taste just as divine as the sweet one. Sour or sweet? That's for you to decide.

Bloody, intentional, reckless - Abby Anderson has brought it all.

Showing Ellie just how sweet something rotten could really be if preserved for someone else.

this is crazy… ellie screwing them BOTH over???? another insane plot twist. insane writing. rayray you’re insane and i love u so much it makes me dizzy. i’m actually implementing this into my morning routine so if any of y’all catch me reading this every day… ignore it… or join me, heh….. i’m actually ur biggest fan EVER and i’d gladly fight to the death for that #1 spot. hunger games but the winner gets to be rayray’s biggest fan?? oh i’m in. and i’m winning. I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!! i swear my heart beats in morse code that spells out r-a-y-r-a-y. i seriously don’t know where i’d be without you like. i would’ve left tumblr such a long time ago if you didn’t keep this fandom alive with your own two hands. there are actual tears falling onto my phone rn LMAOO i’m sorry for being this sappy but i’m forever grateful to get to exist at the same time as you and interact this closely. also the way i’ve been your biggest fan ever since i joined tumblr is crazyyy. i remember downloading the app just to read fics, before i decided to start writing, and the very first thing i read under the abby tag was older!reader x younger!abby and i fell in LOVE with it. like please i owe you my whole life and more….. i. love. you. so. much. and i’m going to sleep now before i embarrass myself even more than i already have BSBDHABEBDSNS SORRY!!!!!!! (but not really) xoxoxoxox your biggest fan!!!!!!! mwah :3

≛ THE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE!

❝ ABBY!CENTRIC ONE SHOT ❞

♪ ˚. THE BRAT CHALLENGE ♱ ⋆.˚

feat. drummer!abby x fem!reader x footballplayer!ellie

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: switch!abby (kinda), jealousy, cheating, abby’s pierced nipples, reader desc. feminine, fingering, munch activities, toxicity ensuing, voyerisum, strap sex.

THE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE, ellie williams, sporting 88’ on the back of her jersey, the world renowned football player from the united states. the overly competitive blood runs through her veins, passed down from her father, just as well as an overpowering ego the size of texas. she has the girl of her dreams, the most important game of her life in sight, but what happens when one drummer threatens to wreck it all?

wc. 10k

It’s easy to feel safe and comfortable with her, slipping into a simple life. Traveling the world with your favorite soccer player, the auburn-haired five-foot-five of pure talent, as soon as her custom cleats step foot on the field. 

When the crowd echoes chants of her name, the rumbling of the rowdy fans, aggressive shouts cursing the other team. With crushed beer cans, sunflower seeds are spat on the ground, and they are begging for a goal. The 88’ jersey was littered across the stands. Every fan in the arena went to see her, yet you aren’t here. 

It was one of the biggest games of her career, and you would not be seen anywhere, especially after the past week. She doesn’t blame you; Ellie could only blame herself but needs her good luck charm. The events replaying in her mind, haunting her while she tries to get one wink of sleep, but the look of horror in your eyes, the shoulder check you left her with, green eyes pleading to reason with her, but you refused. 

Let me know when you want to grow the fuck up and tell me what’s wrong with you. 

The words running in her mind, haunting her as she sleeps at night, wondering if today is the day the stone will be unturned or if she’ll actually tell you everything bothering her. But she doesn’t. Never had she seen you like it; rage carries higher than the waves of a tsunami, and all of it, every drop of water, seems to be crashing over her. 

Every drop of it suffocates her until there is no oxygen left to breathe. 

When she gets home, she scours the apartment for a trace of you, yet half of your belongings are absent. Ellie starts to wonder if she’s pushed you too far this time. Always, she’s betted on you sticking around through thick and thin but maybe you finally had enough. 

Has she pushed you too far? Are you too far out of reach? She has no choice but to let you drown with the devil itself, succumbing to your own needs for once, not hers. 

The side of the closet holding your belongings was in disarray. Ellie could see that your favorite belongings were absent. All the sweaters, hoodies, hell, even the flannels you would steal from her were meticulously folded and placed in the corner. 

Ellie thought you would give her the benefit of the doubt. She thought you would let her explain why she had taken the job offer without consoling you. Now, considering what she seems to be losing, there’s nothing she wishes for more than to take it all back. 

Any success is so trivial if she has no one to celebrate it with, not without you. 

From the very start, you’ve been right there by her side. From the very beginning, it wasn’t as picture-perfect as she imagined. The fairytale began with what she thought would be a never-ending love story. 

Something so pure, it could never turn rotten. 

—

Growing up on the outskirts of New York had its perks. The small town was busy, yet the countryside tucked an hour away gave you a sense of solitude. Entirely predictable suburbs, the cul-de-sac tucked in the back of the neighborhood reeks of disturbed suburbia. 

Everyone knew everyone, and you knew Ellie. 

You were ten the day the two of you became friends, and you’ll never forget it. Clumsily, you had just fallen off your bike, knees skidding by the concrete as the skin had been peeled, the wound viciously open. 

“Did you fall—” the girl shakes her head at herself, curses flying into the wind. “Of course you did. God, so stupid.” 

She continues talking to herself as you weep slightly in a pathetic manner. Affectionately, the mysterious girl who also happens to be riding her bike past the park in your neighborhood pats you gently on the shoulder. 

“I'll be right back. Stay there. I'll be back. Promise.” 

She disappears on her blue and red bike, red hair flying in any direction the wind takes, but returns just like she said — a girl of her word. 

“Here, let me fix you.” She grabs the first-aid kid from the bucket on her bike. Ellie kneels on the ground. You notice her bright blue Converse with red laces, which match her bicycle perfectly. 

“Yeah, okay—” you sniffle, wiping away your tears as the nice girl tends to your knee. “Thanks.”

She grabs the needed tools, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Well, I used to fix my dad all the time. He's a soccer player and gets hurt a lot. 

You stay silent as she rambles on. 

“One day, going to be just like him, but better. My old man got too old before he decided to be good. I'm going to be the best player ever.” 

“I bet you will be.” your eyes find hers, the sun making them shine like an emerald diamond, just like the one your mom wears on her ring finger. 

“My coach says I'm good already but tells me not to get my hopes up.” 

You realize Ellie has already cleaned your wound; her small hand applies pressure with the gauze as he wraps it away. She's so concentrated but simultaneously rambles away about her dad, the last soccer game she played in, and jokes to get your mind off the pain. 

“How does it feel?” Ellie asks, the corner of her lip upturns, a soft smile gracing her freckled, full cheeks. 

“Better,” you thank her, smiling shyly. She observes you as you hop back on your bike, ensuring you aren't in pain. Curiously, her mind drifts to how cute you are, and she wonders why her stomach is in complete knots. 

She confuses it for sickness. 

“You’re welcome.” Ellie stretches the nape of her neck, and her short hair sticks to her skin from the heat. “I'm Ellie, by the way.” 

“I know.” You offer your name as Ellie blushes, her cheeks tinted pink. The love you feel is etched right into her heart, and she feels it from the first moment your name is said. 

In a cliche, obvious way, the rest was history. 

The two of you were best friends until college, bringing out the best in you—platonic love blossoming into something sweet, a one-in-a-million love you can only hope to find in someone else. 

The tricky thing? It works. The two of you fit better than you could have ever dreamed of. The incredible bliss of youth leaves your faith blinded, corrupted by the true love you have for Ellie. Oblivious to flaws, all you see is her. Assuring you follow her around like a lost puppy; anything she wants, she gets. The skeletons in the closet are no match for the two of you, each being dragged out one by one. 

But not by either of you. 

— 

One Week earlier…

“Would you stop so we can talk about this?” Ellie nearly shouts at you, granting her another eye roll, she’s lost count on how many you’ve thrown at her since the two of you left the club. The longing looks, her wandering olive eyes on someone else all night, gawking at the muscles, making you feel envious of someone you couldn’t have. 

Your girlfriend’s attention. 

But this is all your fault, right? 

“Talk about what? How you, Ellie, made a decision to make a life altering decision without me? Yeah, okay, let’s fucking talk.” You have a bite in your voice, one Ellie has rarely heard, the sweetness diluted with her consistent need to keep you in the dark. “Fucking talk, please. I’d love to hear the bullshit excuse you’re gonna give me.” 

“Why are you making this a big deal? It’s my career, not yours.” You bite your tongue as the words leave your mouth. Instantly, you feel burned by the person who thought loved you more than anything. Even in the heat of the moment, you figured she would give you the benefit of the doubt, even when you’ve been blind sided by her teammates. All because she was too much of a coward to tell what she’s already done. “Right. Foolish of me to think we’re a team.” 

Spitefully, you throw your belongings in your tote, ignoring when she tries to grab your wrist, dodging her quickly. She tries again but stops when you tell her to. The only boundary she leaves untouched it seems. 

“We are a team.” Ellie tries to convince you, but you don’t budge. Not an inch of you believes the shit she’s spewing at you. 

“Oh! Well, that’s a surprise to me. If we’re such a team, why don’t you tell me why you won’t have sex with me….for eight months?” You raise your eyebrows at her, giving her an opportunity to speak but she stays silent like she always does. “If we’re such a team, why did you accept a job offer on another continent without even giving me the respect to tell me about it before you accepted the offer?” 

Ellie stays silent, finding the hardwood beneath her feet more interesting. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

You change into something more comfortable, slamming the bathroom door shut as you do, gathering other toiletries, different necessities you would need for the next few weeks. 

You find her sitting on the edge of the bed in tears, as much as you want to hug her and give her the comfort she probably needs, there’s no good will in your heart. As much as you love her, only the boiling anger can be found. Blistering frustration, the one someone has when their girlfriend won’t touch them, kiss them, or even warrant them the truth. 

“I love you, okay? I just need to figure some things out.” Ellie pouts, eyebrows furrowed as she says enough to get you to look at her. She sees the tears threatening to spill over, but you won’t let them fall in front of her. Never have you liked crying in front of others. Just as if she was anyone else, you would wait until you were in private to lick your wounds. “I just need some time, I just don’t know what’s happening to me.” 

But all sincerity is lost, all you see in front of you is lies and deceit. Someone backed in the corner with no way to manipulate their way out. 

“Well…figure your shit out, Els. Right now? It doesn’t seem like you do.” You grab your bags, slipping your shoes on, “I’ve had enough for now. Let me know when you grow the fuck up and let me know what’s wrong with you.” 

— 

Still, your blood boiled from last week’s exchange, the venomous words crawling up your throat like bile, as if this wasn’t what she wanted, what she started. All of this had been her idea. 

Time and time again, dismissive words found their way into your heart, making a home before you had enough time to catch them. Sure, committed and faithful, she says. Then, she does this, makes your decisions without consulting you, and scolds you for getting upset about it. You craved space, so you did what any rational person would. 

Swiftly packed your bags and flew to the other side of the country. 

The fresh feeling is still swarming through your head, and the lingering words are aimed at your heart with more impact than you could stand. When they were told, Ellie regretted them the second they left her heart-shaped lips. Yet she stands there as she analyzes your tense frame, avoiding her at all costs. 

You leave her with a soft murmur: staying at a friend’s. What you neglect to mention is that your friend lives on the other side of the country, tucked away in the safety of New York. Luckily, the nightlife is an easy distraction and does its job. 

Intentionally, the first few nights are spent drowning yourself in liquor, letting yourself be grinded on by other drunk girls until they buy you shots, walking up back in your hotel room alone — then the cycle repeats. 

The tranquility of a life forgotten, the gift of Don Julio, so like anyone else, you chase it. The drinks are free, the girls flirting with you are prettier than you’d ever seen but maybe that’s just the loneliness eating you up from the inside out. Yet, you find yourself itching to venture beneath, allow yourself to drown in someone else. Was there black lace? Possibly white or navy green boxers underneath? But you couldn’t, and you won’t. The guilt would eat you alive. 

You told yourself it was just a fight, but was it? It’s when the second thought seeped in, invading the pessimistic part of your brain and feeding into malicious tendencies. Maybe you do want this? Something new? 

Someone who wasn’t Ellie. 

The thought alone sends shivers down your spine; an agonizing dread fills you. Never had you ever been provoked to leave, but the longer the silence welcomes you with open arms, the more the affliction lingers. 

No text. No calls. No voicemails. Nothing.  

Part of you ached for resolution. Even if it meant a means to an end, you could somehow soothe the aching in your chest. On the seventh day, she reached out. 

A lazy effort of a text — couldn’t even be bothered to call. 

elsbaby: can we talk, baby? please. 

Perhaps if it had been the day after, two, three, even four — you would have the compassion to empathize. When she comes crying a week later after she spewed the most severe insults you’ve ever heard come out of her mouth? Any need to reconnect has dissipated at the drop of a hat. 

this is what you wanted. 

It shouldn’t make you spiral, but it does. You end up at a show; a rock band takes center stage at The Wolfhouse, and upcoming musicians try to make a name for themselves. Sitting at the bar, letting the vibrations of the base and the thumping of the snare drum infiltrate 

Solemnly tapping the beat of your healed boot to the beat of the drum, you take in the singer on the stage. Black raven-haired beauty with a prominent nose and beautiful lips. She made the stage her own as she worked every angle known to man. 

A firm belief is settled in your heart and everyone in there. She was born to be up there. You were too entranced, enjoying the music too much along with the cocktail in your hand, and you didn’t even notice the blonde making her way up to you. 

As soon as you felt someone next to you, the first thought in your mind was how hellbent you were to be left alone. Even if it physically put you in distress, fuck, you couldn’t even remember the last time Ellie and you went on a date. The last time she touched you, kissed you, fucked you within an inch of your life. 

It’s a pathetic, good for nothing excuse. 

The line of morality blurs whenever your eyes latch onto eyes so gray the blue almost fades into them. Gorgeous freckles scattered across her smooth cheeks like twinkling stars in the galaxy. 

Slowly, she takes your figure in, examining you up and down before smirking. She says nothing to you as she orders a neat whiskey. She hands her silver credit card to the bartender, “and whatever she wants for the rest of the night.” 

You think for a moment she’ll talk to you, but she winks before settling into a booth with four others who look oddly familiar. The rest of the night, you’re met with tranquility and the steady and skilled bump of the bass guitar. It reminded me of when you were young, ambitions were the only thing on your mind, and you were lost in the never-ending need to be someone. It’s when you still believe something is worth living for, more than beating your drum to someone else’s tune. 

You sipped on three Mexican martinis throughout the night and got lost when you walked up to the bar. The beefy, muscular blonde was there to greet you. This time, you got a clear look at her. Her rugged and toned frame shows off her commitment to the gym. 

Yet, her deep blue pools are more charming than you would like to admit. A delicate edge to her jawline pulls you in as you admire the septum ring decorating her freckled nose, the bump in her nose making you smile softly. 

You’ve always loved a girl with an intense nose for many reasons. 

Mouth-watering, luscious, bliss - are all the words coming into mind when you’re looking at her. She’s wearing as little clothing as you would expect someone who leans masculine to wear, but fuck does she know it works for her. Black leather vest worn in, eating you up from the inside out, the musky scent filled with mahogany and a dash of vanilla. 

The mysterious blonde's lack of undershirt adorns her body and steals the show. Immediately, she commands attention in every conceivable way. As mesmerizing as the raven-haired beauty appears, you would pay a lot to see her front and center on that stage. The shape of her small breasts is the real show in your mind, and the broad and toned torso gives you much to gawk at. 

Nearly, you salivate at the defined four-pack she’s sporting. A pretty enticing deep v disappears delectably into her black leather pants as if she’s a modern-day adonis but with divine feminine written all over her. Without one doubt in the world, she knows she’s the hottest piece of ass in this bar, and for some unknown reason, she’s made you her target for the night. Wined and dined you all night without saying more than a sentence to you, and it seems she’s here to collect. 

In the forefront of your mind, you believe it’s to serve some self-serving action to get off from what’s between your thighs, the sweet treat every girl has chased in this long week, but your long-term commitment tying you down like handcuffs to the post of your bed Ellie has kept you in. 

Petrifying you to your bones, you aren’t sure what to make of the thrill building up; you can’t deny the longer you look at her, the more your thighs rub together in sync with the other. 

“So—” With her tall stature, decisively, she steps forward, lips pressing against your ear with her hot breath seeping under your skin, “Are you wet because you know who I am or because you can’t stop looking at my tits?” 

“Who are you?” Your eyebrows quirked up, and you wondered why it was a factor. Was she someone you were supposed to know? Now that she said something, there was something familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. “Why would I have any idea who you are?” 

Though your pussy has a heartbeat and seems to have a mind of its own. You forget about everything else when the woman gives you a toothy grin, which is too perfect. 

“That’s cute, but see, everyone knows who I am—” Abby takes matters into her own hands and begins to nibble on the side of your neck, harshly biting and sucking lightly, taking in the taste of your skin as if she’s trying to find the perfect vein to puncture with her pointy canines. If it were the case, you’d let her suck the life out of you if you got to keep her to yourself for the night. “Don’t worry pretty girl, you’ll know by the end of the night.” 

She’s passionately driven when her skilled lips and velvet tongue continue to make a mark on you as if you are hers to own, hers to please as she sees fit. You don’t even know her name, but the raging storm of lust isolates you within her honey trap. All of it feels too finite, everlasting, even if it’s just solid concrete to stand on for the night. 

Then, you remember Ellie. The longing text sent to you, not even a call. The love of your life, or so you’d always hoped, couldn’t be bothered to call you this entire week. The fallout of an inconceivable aftermath only now did she try to reach out. 

“Tell me why you’re soaking wet, baby girl.” 

You try to push her back, but she doesn’t even move; her frame is too strong. Now, your warm, firm hand places itself on her defined abdomen, pressing against the clearly defined muscles. 

You can’t deny how flushed you’ve become. 

This time you are drooling; her thumb wipes away the liquid before she sucks it back into her mouth. Her grin is even more wicked, knowing she has you right where she wants to be. 

It’s when you notice the mirrored scorpions, one on either side, her muscular biceps littered with tattoos, and the front of her neck — practically having fuck me written all over her. 

You should leave. 

You fucking should. 

She has an appetite for something else, pulling you by the waistband of your pants, her finger securely wrapped around the belt buckle. Pelvis to pelvis, grinding against you swiftly to see how much you move, and the smile she’s wearing is satisfying enough. 

She’s always liked them needy, messy, and so damn right horny they’re putty in her extensive and capable hands. 

“I’m waiting.” Her hunger is evident in her tone. She is ready to relish her sudden craving, at least to you. 

“I-I don’t even know your name,” you confess, hoping it will steer her away from you, but it’s a pathetic attempt. 

“Abby. What else is your concern, babygirl?” Her knee sneaks between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. 

“I—” Almost with a soft thrust of her knee, Abby pushes against your cunt, damping her leather with a fucking desirable slick she’s dying to taste. Although it’s clear you like the chase, she gives it. 

Had you had sex in the past eight months, you might have pushed away the overly cocky specimen, but it has been that long. Only making the patch in your panties grow as she teases your pussy. 

Abby’s frame blocks anyone from seeing what she’s doing to you, your skirt riding up so much she can see the rounded cheeks slipping out, the black fabric slightly exposed under the bar's dim light. The more she presses, the faster your hips move against her. 

Without a care in the world, you slid so far back, and you’re on her thigh, strong arms wrapped around you, whispering filthy nothings in your ear as you get yourself off on the stranger’s muscular body. If the bartender notices, she doesn’t mind. Pretends like you’re not even there. You’re not sure which is more embarrassing. 

“Fuck, move those hips. Just like that, yeah.” 

The high, the one you’ve wanted from your girlfriend who doesn’t even want to touch you, is so close. There’s a burn in your throat infused by sheer guilt that someone else will bring you to head. Some stranger you don’t know, one handsome stranger, yet when she pushes your panties to the side and thumbs your clit it’s so challenging to care about anyone but yourself. 

You moan her name as she touches you, a skilled touch as she lightly pinches and soothes the sensitive bud. She completely enraptured you with the light touch she had to offer. Terrifyingly so, it shouldn’t affect you the way it does. 

The look in her eyes would have sent you reeling. Her musky scent is already doing enough for you. You find yourself tangled in the webs of honeydew, suckling until you’ve had enough of the sweet sensation. 

You’re just not sure how long it’ll be until you do. 

“God, acting like you haven’t been fucked, baby. Such a dirty slut letting me do….well, whatever I want.” 

Abby uses her free, dominant hand to guide your hips at a pace she sees fit. A thrill shoots down her spine as your incessant need grows like a flower at the dawn of spring—a tiny seed that is useless unless it bears root flourishing from where it’s planted. 

“So, what’s it going to be?” Abby questions. A glimmer of assurance fills her ocean eyes. She was playfully biting your exposed shoulder blade. 

“I can get you off right here, or you can come home with me.” the incredible sensation of her pierced muscling punching your skin with a chill, the stainless-steel ball adds a new sensation you weren’t expecting. She suckles and bites, marking you the more bruises as if she’s decorative for her enjoyment. “Or both. I think someone is close. I bet you’re ready to spill on my thigh. Wanna give me every last drop like the whore you are.” 

“Your home?” you manage to spit out, trying to ignore the filth she spits, but it only brings you closer to your much-needed euphoric bliss. Abby’s efforts double over as if she’s fucked you before, bouncing her leg as as you ride her thigh, knowing exactly what you need to cum all over her. 

Typically, the thread of your orgasm wouldn’t have been so easy to pull, but it seems she’s the one who placed it there in the first place. Months of not being touched left you in the hands of this Greek god who could make you feel whatever you wished for. 

She’s cocky, confident, and the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. Yet, the answer is still hard to find. 

“Yeah, angel, my place.” You nod, unable to make a verbal confirmation. 

“Gotta hear you say it.” Just then, the feeling that was bubbling spills over and all over her hand as she cups your cunt, thumb continuing to rub at your puffy clit. 

“Yes, Yes, Yes.” you curse, chants of ecstasy fumble from your loose lips. Carelessly, you’re focused on the intense heartbeat between your legs, your body convulsing against her. 

“What's that? M’not sure if I can wear you over your weeping cunt.” Repeatedly, Abby slaps your cunt as punishment. 

“I-I want to, fuck, shit. Oh god, yes. I want to go home with you.” Your body slumps against her as she holds up your weight, and your high fades. Still, you feel blissful against her touch. Any other worry plaguing your mind dissipates, and all you think is her and strong muscles keeping you upright. 

“Good girl,” she whispers before paying off the tab and putting the lace material pack in place. You feel the white liquid stick to you, filthy, resting against you—the once taintless fabric coated with the pleasures of your sin. Dizzy, unsteady, breathless — it’s everything you feel. 

She thrives on knowing you need her. Even if it’s for tonight, the purpose will be served. Regardless of what she needs, this will be even more of a thrill, and the only thing she uses is her hand—not even her dominant one. 

Abby moves your skirt down so your ass is covered again. “C’mon, pretty girl. let’s see how much of a slut you are." She leads you outside while she makes quick work of her phone, and suddenly, there’s a sleek black car, a Cadillac, you assume, with a driver in tow. The windows are tinted enough for you to wonder if it’s even legal. Silver rims, with a diamond emblem in the center shining so bright under the moonlight that it nearly takes your attention from the woman who has you in her grip. 

“Last chance? I can have her drive you home.” She smirks, knowing you won’t take the out that’s being so generously given. Perfect, beautiful, she thinks, eyes still dilated from you getting off on her thing and the continuous swipe of the pad of her thumb. 

It’s there. The smidge of penance you feel you’re obligated to ask for. Regardless of how amazing it feels, there’s something about the ending. This will be the end of all fuck ups; maybe, there’s still hope for the two of you if you go home. Call Ellie in the morning before the need to suppress the shame. 

But don’t you deserve this one thing for yourself? 

Everything under the sun has been for the auburn-haired beauty who has held your heart from the moment she patched up your bleeding knee. The moment a total stranger managed to win your heart, an adolescent love that knew nothing of the lesson of heartbreak or the years you chased after Ellie while she was chasing others. 

How she let her feelings hover over the friendship of years with no consequence, especially after her long-term high school girlfriend, the one whose heart she broke into a tiny million pieces. Tragically, there still stood an existing fear for you. She was just a kid, but would she move on as quickly now as she did back then? It was as if they meant nothing to her, moving from the next one as if the time spent together had been insignificant, meaningless, just an ease to pass the misery of time. 

You feared you would be the same. 

Falling under the same umbrella, but you hope you are different. There were talks of marriage and settling into the countryside once she could retire. A shared dream, you thought. Perhaps it was a foolish sin to keep close to your heart. 

Then there was Abby, a heavenly distraction from all the dread waiting for you. Everything you must pick back up eventually if you want to stay tucked into the nightlife of New York is just your dreams hanging up on the shelf, totting away with the relationship. An expiration date was labeled on the two of you, and an impending doom you could only fall through. 

Everything was always for her. 

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie. 

“What’s it going to be, princess?” She pulled you towards as she spun you around with ease, back pulled to her chest, her lips kissing your ear. All you could focus on was how strong she felt. Her strong hold bending you to her will wouldn’t be a challenge. If she wanted to, she could do whatever she liked. You are sure no isn’t a word she’s used to hearing. 

But it went further than just how she looks. 

It’s in the way she doesn’t even have to lift a finger to have you hooked on her. It entices you, thinking about how long she’d been staring at you all night. The curve of your ass in your tight, little skirt — was she staring at it? Did she think about all the ways she could fuck your perfect little hole if you would let her do everything she’d been thinking of? The way your hardened nipples poked through your mesh top. If she said anything, you could blame it on the draft, not just her sheer presence making them protrude through the fabric. 

She did no work whatsoever to make you cum, letting you use her to get yourself off. There was an ease to it. One you hadn’t experienced before. 

Here she is, using it against you again. 

“Am I coming in the car with you, or will you rub your clit, alone, wishing you’d let me fuck you in all the ways I’ve been dreaming?” Her hands sneak under the lace, pinching your nipples between her thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way your hips buck up, aching to be touched by her again. 

“Just give in, baby. I know you want to.” Her dominant hand abandons your nipple, leaving the other to tease it. While she escapes underneath your skirt once again, “So wet for me already, huh?” Harshly, she grips your cunt, a finger sliding up your slit, but she’s intentional about not letting it slip in. 

“I-I shouldn’t, shit, oh my g—” You try to think of an excuse, one good enough to convince yourself you should not go through with this. “I really shouldn’t.” 

“And?” Abby’s canines dig into the side of your neck as she teasingly bites the flesh, soothing it with a velvet tongue, making more marks on the side she hadn’t touched tonight. “Are you taken?” 

“That’s a complicated question.” Abby grins at your response with a sinister smirk. 

“Well, if she’s not making you happy, let me do it for her.” Abby tilts your jaw, forcing you to gaze at her. 

“Let me guess, no one has touched this perfect pussy in a long time. So, fucking neglected, huh?” 

“I didn’t say I had a—” 

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Your pussy dripping with shame at her words. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You admit. Abby continues to torture you with the split of your slit, the two of you starting to draw attention, but you think it just excites her even more. “I haven’t felt—” 

The moment you say the words, Abby spins you around. You whine at her touch leaving your pussy, but she makes up for it slightly when her hands palm your ass. “Tell me. Look me in my eyes, baby, and tell me what you need. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.” 

Your hands weave themselves into her golden locks. You are intertwined with the waves that disguise themselves as shimmering waterfalls. But you look down as you try to think of some excuse to leave and make yourself leave with dignity. 

Big mistake. 

The happy trail, the blonde hair travels inside her pants, leaving you in awe underneath the moonlight. Abby’s leather vest pushed off slightly, her tits still covered with black pasties. 

“Why don’t you take them off? Wanna see my pretty tits, baby?” You nod with too much eagerness. Abby chuckles. 

She watches with a smirk as you take them off. The silver, shining barbell has you moan at the sight of them—the sight of her. Smudged black eyeliner makes her appear even more irresistible, hooded eyes gazing at you; a gentle hand finds your throat, applying pressure with her thumb, constraining your breathing slightly. 

“Fuck, they are perfect.” You confess, your eyes gleaming at her pink nipples exposed before meeting with her eyes once again. 

“Yeah, they are, but they would look even better with your pretty lips around them.” 

She will not give up. 

“This is such a bad idea.” Abby knows your mind is made up, and you’ll come home with her. Even if the guilt swarms like a bee to a honey hive, it’s all the same to her. “But, God, you’re so fucking hot.” 

Your hands roam her toned, tattooed torso, the scorpions so delicious you want to outline every detail with your tongue. The thought of being strong has worn off—only the woman before you is on your mind. 

“Well, to me, it seems you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Fingertips grazing her tits, her nipple hardening underneath you touch. “I’ll let you do whatever you want after I’m done with you. Well, if you still have the energy.” 

A grumbling of frustration leaves your lips — you aren’t sure if it’s a desperate plea, a sigh of relief, or something else entirely. 

“Like what?” You can’t stop touching her breasts, continuing to tease her pink nipple, but you meet her eyes. Abby’s positive you’ve never seen a smirk so wide. 

“What do you like?” Abby pushes your hair back, fuck me eyes looking up at her. The ones that hadn’t left from the moment you laid eyes on her. She leans down just a little so her lips are pressed against your ear, “Do you wanna fuck my ass? Want me to sit on your gorgeous face while you eat me out? Fuck me in front of the mirror and watch my face when I cum?” 

Grabbing your hair, she yanks it. Exposing the expanse of your neck. She’s grown so fond of marking. The slick between her thighs continued to blossom as you let her do whatever the hell she wanted. Like a whimpering bitch in heat, you took everything she had to offer. 

Fuck it. 

You cradle her face with her palms, smashing her lips to yours. It’s all tongue and teeth. Rough palms squeezing your ass, making you grind into her again. Your force casually lets her stumble into the car but you don’t let up. Whimpering and moaning into her mouth like there’s no tomorrow, as if this moment will slip right through your fingers. 

Her breath smells of fresh mint, her tongue casually dominates yours, staking claim to what she already believes to be hers. It’s then you realize your forever doomed because you feel the fluttering in your stomach as she growls in your mouth, animalistic — your pelvis grinding against her much more defined one. 

You pull apart for one moment, unable to take one more moment away from her. 

If you don’t get it, her tongue, her cunt, those pretty fingers decorated in silver jewelry, hell, you would settle for her pierced nipples rubbing against your clit. 

“Abby?” She stops, opening her eyes to see you. You’re even more fucked out than she is. “Yes, baby?” She hums into your mouth, the sweet sensation vibrating your entire body. 

“Let’s stop giving everyone a show and give me one.” Abby nods, the first sign of her eagerness as she opens the door for you, unable to keep her hands off you. 

“We better go before you soak my car then, hm?” She slaps your ass as she leads you in. 

— 

As she has you in tow, hand in yours leading you towards the elevator in her building, the most luxurious one you’ve seen, one so high you’re sure it’s the highest in the skyline of New York City.

 It isn’t surprising she has her own driver, or she lives in the penthouse of the building, even the plaques decorating the wall — a shrine to her evident success. Everything just…makes sense. Yet there’s a pit in your stomach, crawling and feasting. It's swarming within you, a nagging incessant fly buzzing around warning you to run. You don’t have much time to think about how horrible of an idea this is. 

Alone with someone who could easily overpower you, at the mercy of a complete stranger yet when she puts her arms around your waist, all of it seems to melt away. She’s given you no reason not to trust her. You’re just thinking too much. 

That’s all it is. 

The little voice chants in your head, trying to make excuses for yourself as to not go through with this but they dissipate when her calloused palms find home on your waist. Soothing over your delicate skin, enticing you into her impenetrable web. Everything about her intoxicates you. Making every thought vacant your head, even more so when she starts playing with the hem of your skirt. 

“Let me get you a drink.” She kisses your temple before going behind the makeshift bar in the dining room. An assortment of every liquor component known behind her. Part of you thinks she’s doing it for show, the way her biceps flex as she shakes the drink in the silver canister, pointingly making the drink you’d been ordering all night long. 

So, she had been watching you all night. You knew if she wasn’t as hot as she is, you’d be creeped out. But it’s hard to be creeped out when she’s still shirtless, the black leather vest doing very little to cover her. Any time she moves you see her pink pierced nipples, nearly making you salivate. 

With the Mexican martini in her grip, with her own in the other, you’re stuck. You didn’t think she’d actually want to have a conversation with you. Leading you out to the balcony, almost the entire view of the city before your very eyes, practically causing you to freeze in your footsteps. 

“Wow.” Unable to conceal it, you voice your immediate awe. Abby chuckles, the first sign of sincerity you’ve seen all night. Everything else only seemed as a woman trying to get a needed fuck but right now but she hasn’t even tried to even so much as kiss you. Taking small sips of her whiskey, hip touching yours as the moonlight reflects from the water to her blue eyes, nearly as vivid as the moon itself. 

“Yeah, it’s quite a view, think it’s the only thing keeping me coming back here. I’m on the road so much, it’s nice to have some stability.” Abby smiles softly, the confession tumbling from her lips before she can catch it. ”A pretty penny for me to keep it but it’s worth it.” 

“Is this your move then?” You know the martini is doing the talking for you, if not you’d be a mumbling mess unable to form one sentence that even sounds remotely coherent. Abby quirks one of her blonde eyebrows upwards but keeps her mouth shut, waiting for you to continue. “Is this what you do with everyone?” 

Abby takes a step closer to you, giving you all her attention. She plays with the chain on your neck, pulling it lightly to bring you closer to her. Carefully eyeing you up and down, smirking as she does, “Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie like I do with everyone else?” 

It’s more than you expected her to offer. A careless lie would have suited her more. If there is one thing you know for sure, Abby could get anyone she wants and she wouldn’t have brought you here if she didn’t want you to be here. 

“Are you capable of the truth? M’not sure you are.” For once, Abby is a bit silent. Carefully, she contemplates on what to say next. She isn’t sure what she should say. Usually she’s the one laying the honey traps for the swarming bees but right now? Abby feels like the control is slipping from her grip. 

She can’t have that. 

“Which one is going to make that guilt easier on your conscience?” Abby smirks as the shame fills your eyes. “It’s a girlfriend, isn’t it? It always is.” Anyone else would take two steps back, maybe even see themselves out but you want to prove a point. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” The immediate rejection of your very real girlfriend fills you with even more shame than you know what to do with. Abby chuckles at the omission, the way your voice shrieks out the statement with a sense of urgency. A desperate action to cover the truth. “Sure you don’t.” 

“I’m telling the truth!” Your voice raises as you lean into Abby, her firm hands on your waist as you both face each other. Abby nods, tongue poking through her cheek, pulling at your necklace once again. Admiring the curve in the E, the gold chain shining. It’s a pretty necklace, probably one your girlfriend gave you but Abby makes no comment of it. 

“Yeah, okay, and I hate pussy.” Abby giggles. You think it’s so cute, it shouldn’t even be funny, but it is. Just like earlier in the night, you’re so close to her, nothing as slim as a sheet of paper could fit in between the two of you. Without even thinking about it, you rest your hand on her abdomen again, her strength tangible as you feel her up once again. Truly, you’re unable to stop touching her. Every part of you wants this to happen, even if it comes back to bite you in the ass, the curiosity and your fluttering cunt can’t really think of anything else. 

“You can still walk out that door. Just say the word and my driver will take you home.” Abby whispers into the busy street beneath you, it’s so faint from the distance but the two of you can hear it. “Or you can let me slide your pretty little skirt up and let me make a slut of you, babygirl.” 

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it’s your throbbing clit, maybe it’s the lack of contact in months, most of all maybe it’s the fact Ellie took so long to reach out, but you give in. Throwing your arms around her neck, pulling her lips to yours, regardless of the possible consequence looming after you, threatening to tear apart the picture perfect life you thought you’re living. 

All of it happens in a blink of an eye. Abby’s tongue staking claim, dominating in ways you didn’t know were possible before she’s pushing your front against the balcony, placing your hand on the railing. With ease, she maneuvers your body in just the way she wants. “Gotta tell me yes pretty girl, that’s the only way this is going to start.” 

Facing the view, the buzzing city filled with nightlife and wonder, endless possibilities on your fingertips but you’re thinking about her hands. How much you want them inside you, fucking you full, or the strap in her pants you’d be rubbing against earlier. The thoughts of her slipping her cock inside you, claiming you in a way no one has in awhile. Making you feel wanted, needed, even if it was a fleeting feeling just for the night. You deserve it. Just one, stupid, decision — you were owed at least one. 

“Yes, s’what I want. You.” That’s all it takes before Abby pushes your skirt to your waist, sliding off your panties as she allows you to step out of them. 

“Are you sure?” Abby questions you. She pushes off from you, you hear her zipper being brought down as you look back at her, her vest being chucked to the lawn chair by the pool. 

Fuck. 

If she’s even half as good as she’s claiming to be, you are so fucked. 

“I’m sure.” 

Abby wraps her hands around your waist again, hands dipping under your shirt as she squeezes your breasts, teasing your hard nipples with her fingers. You sigh instantly, loving the stimulation she’s providing. You feel the barrel of her tongue piercing as she lightly sucks behind the sweet spot behind your ear, as if Abby's the one to place it there in the first place. 

“Good.” Abby teases your entrance with her cock, your body shuddering as it slides over your folds, using your slick as lubricant. Already, you’re grinding against her, just like before as she guides your hips in the pace she likes. “Do you like getting off on my cock, baby?” 

“Mhm, yeah, I do.” It’s all but a whisper. Abby still hears you speak, slapping your ass playfully, blunt fingers digging into the skin. She can’t believe anyone not wanting to touch you, not wanting to make you feel good. You’re the hottest person she’s ever fucking seen. Your ass, your tits, the moans spilling from your mouth, it’s been in her filthiest dreams. 

“What about now?” Abby lets her cock slip inside you, stretching out your walls as you take everything she has to offer. It’s been so long since you’ve been filled like this, your cunt greedily taking every inch has she slides in further and further. With a tight grip, you hold onto the railing as she thrust with her strong hips forward, your back arching so deep as she places her hand on your lower back, forcing the bend. 

“Oh…” Abby grins at your desperate moans, “You really do know how to be a good girl and take it.” Her name falls from your lips like a stuttering prayer, as if she’s the god you’re praising at the altar. With each thrust, Abby back more of her strength into, packing a powerful punch to your cunt. Pulling at the strings, already making you see stars as you take from the angle. 

“Fuck!” With no warning, Abby pulls at your hair, your body conforming to her will. She could do as she pleased and you would let her. You wonder if you even had a chance or if this is what was meant to be. Her speed grows rapidly, your stomach doing flips as she penetrates you, fucking you until you’re irrevocably spent. 

“See? You’re just a whore. My whore. Got you cock drunk for me. Don’t I?” Abby thumbs with your clit, making you see stars. Lost in the effortlessness of her actions, calloused fingers playing you like her drums set. With ease, from memory she pulled out a performance, just like she did at every show, aiming to please her audience. 

“Do you—” Abby draws circles on your puffy clit, your growl as you attempt to push through your words. “Shit, I’m—” 

“Hm?” You hear it, the sound of your cunt being fucked blending into the busy street, her hands pulling you on her cock over and over. “Didn’t think I’d take it easy on you now, did you?” 

“I just didn’t think you’d actually feel this good.” With one particular hard thrust, Abby has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your body begins to shake at her ministrations. 

“We’re just getting started but I wanna see that gorgeous face.” She pulls out of you as she sits on the nearest lawn chair, “Hop back on, babygirl, s’all yours to use.” You remove the rest of your clothes, the E chain the only thing adorning your body. 

Messily, Abby spits on her large palm, mixing your slick coating her cock making sure she’d be nice and ready for you to slide right back on. You grip her soft, freckled shoulders as she helps guide you, her blue eyes darkening as she sees the bliss written all over your face. Sinking on her cock is a sight Abby wants to replay in her mind, the high pitched moan that releases from your body is food for her soul. 

“Fuck yourself on me, babygirl. Mhm, show me how much you need it.” You lean her forehead against yours, look in her beautiful blues, feeling a strange sense of intimacy as she fucks hours brains out. Abby likes the fact you have no idea who she is but you’re riding her like no tomorrow. 

When you start bouncing on her cock, Abby loses all coherent thought. Your not so subtle bounce of your tits, she loves them so much she cranes her neck to suck on your nipples, her tongue piercing adding a new sensation, unable to stop your pussy from gushing around her. 

“Does your girlfriend fuck you like this? Mhm, I don’t think so. My sweet babygirl, so frustrated, and all you need is some good fucking cock, huh?” 

“All I need is you.” Abby thrusts her hips into you, her heavily ring hand slips her pinky ring off, the shimmering gold is placed on your clit, your body jerking from someone so cold on your throbbing bundle of nerves. 

“Since you can’t feel the little ball on my tongue right now, I suppose this will have to do.” 

“Is that so, baby? Need me?” Abby glances over your shoulder before looking back at you, before she continuously meets the roll of your hips with her thrusts. “Dirty fucking slut, so horny for your cunt to be fucked properly. It’s why you came out tonight, why you got off on my thigh at the bar, why you couldn’t stop looking at me, s’why your hands have been over me all fucking night.” 

“Abby, shit, keep talking like that.” 

“Hm, you like when I call you my dirty slut? When I tell you how needy you are for me? Bet you would have let me bend you over the bar and fucked you right there.” You’re groaning, you scream her name so loudly, Abby can’t help but grin with a sinister smirk. 

“Yes, would let you do anything.” Abby hums approvingly, the cool sensation of her diamond encrusted ring doing wonders to bring you over the edge, “Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever—” 

One particular hard thrust has Abby wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you up as your body nearly becomes deadweight, her head making home on your shoulder. It’s when she steps into the light, met with Abby’s darkness. The night she had perfectly curated to fully benefit her, the strategic planning of a rotten apple, split right down the middle when push came to shove. 

— 

Three Months Prior…

“You said you would tell her.” The frustration written all over Abby’s face, her voice only raising an octave higher. Abby has never been so disgusted with herself, stopping so low, thinking she would get chosen over the long term girlfriend. 

Stupid. 

“I know what I said. I’m telling you, I can’t.” Ellie pinches the bridge of her button nose, trying to concentrate as Abby makes no move to do anything else but continue to fuck Ellie’s cunt. 

“Oh no?” Abby slips a third finger in her pussy as she shoves her face between her slender thighs. “You don’t wanna tell her why you won’t fuck her anymore? All the light night calls with your manager are flights to come to my penthouse and get your pussy fucked out?” 

Her tongue dips into Ellie’s pussy, she flattens her pierced tongue, the cool golden ball adding stimulation to the weeping woman’s clit, her body jerking at the action. “She’s too fucking good for you.” The speed of the bigger girl’s fingers send Ellie into godspeed, flirting with another dimension as she allows Abby to play tricks on her pussy. 

The reason she comes back, no one makes her cum like she does, not even you. Abby wants more but Ellie refuses to give it, not willing to leave you even if you know what she’s been doing, all the lies she’s told in order to fuck Abby, you’d never look her way again. “She can't do this though? It’s why you keep coming back, you need my fingers stuffed in your pussy.” Abby’s fingers are reaching so deep, kissing Ellie’s cervix as she grips onto her wrist, bucking her hips up into the rockstar’s fingers. 

“Maybe I should give them to her instead. I’m sure she would be more grateful.” Abby spits sloppily on Ellie’s pussy, kitten licking her clit until she sucks it in her mouth, tongue rapidly flicking over her bundle of nerves. Abby tsks, “Selfish slut, cum on daddy’s tongue like you fucking mean it.” 

Like the greedy whore she is, Ellie squirts into Abby’s mouth and the blonde doesn’t waste a single moment, she slurps obnoxiously on Ellie’s cunt. “Fucking whore.” Her tongue flattens as he licks from her puckered hole to her clit, every drop dispersing into mouth. 

Ellie’s entire body shakes, barely registering when Ellie throws on a robe, leaving it open and she lights up a cigarette on the balcony of her bedroom. Ellie whines for Abby. 

“This was the last time.” With a flip of a switch, Abby’s tone changes, her cunt with her blonde pubes making her pussy appear even more irresistible, all she wanted was to get on her knees for Abby, repay the favor but the stoic look on her face tells her she won’t be getting anywhere near her tonight. 

She exhales a puff of smoke, her sun kissed skin reflecting off the moonlight, every defined line of muscle making her even more beautiful. “But why? Did you suddenly grow a conscience?” 

“No but I’m not interested in being someone’s side piece. I’m the main fucking show.” Abby shrugs her shoulders matter of factly, “Show yourself out, Williams.” 

— 

The memory flashes before Abby’s eyes, she’s sure it’s crossing Ellie’s mind, her worst nightmare playing in front of her. Her girlfriend, screaming her mistress’s name, as she clings onto Abby like a second life line. The look of horror in her emerald eyes, she would know your body everywhere, it’s you. 

“All mine, my pretty pussy baby, m’babygirl gonna cum soon? yeah? can you do that for me?” Every word spoken was salt in the wound, smearing in as Ellie stood frozen still. The text was deliberately sent tonight for her own demise. Using Ellie’s needy nature against her, but it seems someone else was quite needy, but fuck was she prettier. 

Ellie is a fucking idiot, Abby thought. 

Knowing how much she loved it, Abby brought her finger to her mouth, sucking on the digit, then she teases your puckered hole and you’re begging to convulse. Letting yourself be held by Abby, but your hips don’t stop moving. 

No. 

You’re fucking yourself even harder on her. 

“Mommy, please? Make me cum, fuck, need to cum all over your cock. Gonna dump her for you, please. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” With her finger only slightly slipping into your ass, you see pull on her golden waves, allowing yourself to slip into the hold of rotten intentions. Ellie has seen enough as she slams the door on her way out but you’re too fucked out to even clock it. 

“Good girl. Let it go. Mommy’s got you. Mhm, give it all to me, baby.” When she’s don’t fucking you into another dimension, Abby lays back on the chair, feeling quite satisfied with her successful plot of revenge. 

Even better, she has you. 

You fall on top of her, still stuffed full, when she finds sucking on her nipples. Your tongue toying with the barbell, pushing and pulling as Abby takes a sharp intake of breath. 

“Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all night.” You giggle lightly, Abby drawing random patterns on your exposed back. She doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt as she lets you suck on her tits, marking her porcelain skin. You’re already more of a giver than Ellie, she smiles at the thought. 

“Don’t have to apologize. Never going to say no to a beautiful girl sucking my tits.” 

She’s entirely mesmerized by you, in ways she hasn’t been before. Truthfully, she almost came from seeing you cum. Never in her life has someone brought her so close without having her pussy in their mouth. “Do you want the driver to take you home or do you want to go for round two? I’d like to fuck you on my bed, feel your dripping cunt on mine, make you forget about that pathetic girlfriend of yours.” 

You forget she’s still inside you because you sit up fully and you’re moaning, again. 

“I’d like that but let me give you another ride, yeah?” 

Unbeknownst to you, the rotten apple lays beneath you, the same E chain hidden beneath the countless chains adorning her neck but sometimes they can taste just as divine as the sweet one. Sour or sweet? That’s for you to decide. 

Bloody, intentional, reckless — Abby Anderson has brought it all. 

Showing Ellie just how sweet something rotten could really be if preserved for someone else.

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[echowithpain]

Alright. I know this is like super fucking late but I can ✨explain✨:

I got sick 😘

ANYWAY IM LESS SICK NOW 💃 SO HERE WE GO!!!!

Before we get into the breakdown of the episode, one question that popped into my head that I never got to type out is "How are the body cams gonna work if they're in a fire?" I know it's been a bit since the 118 has responded to any 5 alarm fires and had to go inside, but were the cameras heat proof or fire resistant?? What if the footage got burned up or you couldn't see anything because the lenses got smoke damage? Even though they never acknowledged that possibility in the show (besides the "you break it you bought it" line)/the body cams might never come back, I just wanted to bring it up

Okay! Captain Asshole taking Buck "under his wing" was funny as fuck and I loved how uncomfortable Buck looked through the whole thing 🤣 Oliver Stark is one hell of an actor 🥰

Next, the male cheerleader being ass backwards storyline was actually great for Eddie. The kid as he's getting wheeled away telling his mom not to call his dad before passing out, and for the first thing he did when he woke up was ask for his dad 🥺🥺🥺 Eddie needed to see that. To see that even though the kid was saying he didn't want to see his dad, he didn't really mean it. Just like how Christopher acts like he doesn't want to talk to Eddie, he just doesn't know how to after what happened (also fuck that storyline last season wtf), and being with his grandparents isn't helping that either

For the Hen and Karen storyline: Fuck that councilwoman 🖕🤬🖕 (also fuck the writers) I'm glad they were able to fuck over the councilwoman and get Mara back, but can we please finally have a break from these kinds of storylines for the lesbian couple? First the cheating, then Karen not getting pregnant, losing Nia, having Denny meet his biological father behind their backs, and then losing Mara and getting their foster care license revoked. Please let it end.

You know what I wanna see more of? I think it was the FOMO episode in season 5 when someone stole Karen's purse that was in their car and was using Hen's credit card that was in it. They tracked down the person to a club and ended the night dancing. THE ENTIRE TIME THEY LOOK LIKE THEYRE HAVING A BALL!!!!

GIVE US MORE OF THE WIVES BEING FUN AND HAPPY GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

*sigh*

Anyway moving on to the tiger storyline, OH MY GOD IT WAS SO CUTE!!!! 💖🐯💖🐯💖🐯💖 I don't know if it was the lighting or just because tigers are naturally beautiful, but all shots with the CGI tiger were really pretty! I wanted to pet it 🥰 especially when it was a cub 😭💖😭💖😭💖

Also real quick, why didn't Maddie tell the woman to move away from the bathroom door? I know she told her not to open it, but I'm talking about earlier when she was telling her how to stop the bleeding in her leg. Why not say "make sure you're as far away from the door as possible"? I know Maddie probably didn't know she was right up against it, but you'd think she'd say it anyway because in case first responders need to break it down, you don't wanna be in the way of that. -1 point I guess?

Now, I feel like I need to clarify this. When I said this I meant I accepted Gerrard's "apology" for talking shit about Hen with the councilwoman. He's still a bigoted racist misogynistic asshole as shown in the previous episodes and the golf scene. He hasn't done anything to attone for that, and the fact that he gets to be comfortable in an easy job with his man crush is unfair. I understand he switched jobs with Bobby so the 118 could have him back, but still, feels like he was let off easy. Kinda like how some people are ignoring the fact that T*mmy acted the same way because they think he's hot 🤮

-1 point for unfairness

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Was that all? I think that's all. Oh wait, I loved Bobby and Athena going house hunting and Athena not liking any of the homes. I was a bit worried when we could clearly see Bobby wasn't on board with rebuilding the old house, but they quickly eased my mind when he sat her down and explained that the old house was for her and Michael and they agreed to build a new house together 🥰💖🥰💖🥰 Love them 💖

Also Maddie and Chim are still amazing and I need to see the 118 + co playing paintball with each other. Maybe they go to a place and everyone has fun and there's some humor only for something to happen to one of the other teams and they have to help. Idk, I'm not on the writing team, but I will say this: Athena, Eddie, and Chim need to be on a team and absolutely DOMINATE everyone. That is all. 💖

Episode Rating: 🐯7/10🐯

-1 point for Maddie not telling the woman to move away from the door (she could've told her earlier and the woman easily could've moved back to it when the tiger was trying to get in), -1 point for Gerrard getting off easy and being comfortable in a job he likes, and -1 point for vibes. Idk man but something's keeping me from rating this an 8/10. I can't figure it out now cause again, still sick, but once I do I'll come back and yell it into existence lol

I'd say I'm excited for the next episode (I mean, I am), but I'm worried about what might happen to Denny 🥺

Guess I'll find out in a few hours 🤪

Thanks for reading and I'll see y'all for my liveblogging 😘✌️✨

[jaylver]

RIN LOVE IM SORRY IM LATE I WAS TOO EXHAUSTED YTD AND I FELL ASLEEP BEFORE I COULD READ LOVE AT FIRST SPEED 😭😭😭😭

but now that i've finished reading it...

their first meeting was SO UNSRS like PLEASE HEE WAS SEARCHING HIS SOCKS FOR HIS KEY CARD?,!,' & NOT YN WITNESSING EVERYTHING TOO ☠️☠️☠️ soooo chaotic

the morning after was so cute and completely unexpected for me bc what was yn doing there 🤨🤨 was my first thought i was like noooo wayyy??? this entire scene was so ,!?.!,'@!.!,?.?.!. like hee was down HORRENDOUS already its kinda insane but u go king!!! and then came the NICKNAMES WHAT THE FUCK. URE JOKING OH URE JOKING. r u crazy or am i insane? i ABSOLUTELY LOVED to be able to see how their relationship and dynamics developed <3 not every writer includes that but i really enjoy reading how everything comes into play!!! heeyn's dynamic is so soulmate bff coded sooo comfortable

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THEIR FIRST DATE. DAWGGGGGGGG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSSS 🤣🤣🤣🤣 they're so freaking cute <33333 and then cue jake being sus 🤨🤨🤨🤨 one of my FAV lines from this fic was when hee told jake "i will, like my heart depends on it" like sir. GOD ME WHENNNNN???!:!: i also love how heeyn's r/s didnt feel rushed? if that makes sense 😭 like yn knew she felt smth for hee but she also knew she wasnt ready yet. with that being said, i also loved how we could tell how equally down bad heeyn were for each other 🤪 like it was not one sided AT ALL. she told him her heart feels full every time she sees him 😭😭😭😭 🤍🤍🤍🤍 albeit drunk... but ☠️

and then the lack of verbal communication for their feelings came through 💔💔😟💔😟💔💔 I WAS LIKE YAAAAAS when they kissed in my head i was like "ohhh yea they r official now" and then boom. 🤯. i totally understand hee bc up until then yn didnt tell him what she really felt about him so he was valid for feeling that way but him choosing to avoid and run away instead of talking to her abt wasnt the wisest choice 😞 im so glad he came to find her to talk to her afterwards 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 my couple made it 😭🤍

then came the last race.. HEE WONNNN!!!! DESERVEDDDDD 🥇 he fawking kissed her in front of everyone AND ASKED TO BE TGT OFFICIALLY 🥹🫂🤍 MY HEEYNNNNN absolutely INSANE. i was giggling & kicking my feet btw 😭 the last scene. dont even. THEY R SO CUTE UGH BOTH OF THEM SAYING HOW THEYRE SO LUCKY TO HAVE EACH OTHER?:!:&.&/ thats it im out. i cant take this lovey dovey shit no more (i absolutely ate that up)

& in case u couldnt tell i LOVED love at first speed i really enjoyed reading it!!! thank u for sharing it w us 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 & i cant wait to see what else u have in store for the series!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD. THIS. WHATM. THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS LENGTHY FEEDBACK!!!

honestly reading this made my day A LOT. it also reassured me so much because i had a lot of self doubts while writing lafs, so seeing your positive feedback only made me cry tears of joy. love u love u! i'm so happy you loved it a lot! i'll make sure to cook up a good fic for the 2nd installment 🙏

[missdollytheog]

Why are you and your anons being so horrible about Ben’s appearance? He looks beautiful to me. He’s been through a lot with injuries and his dad and putting in his card details in on every luxury brand’s website every day for his new gold digger is probably exhausting too. He’s 27 and looks like a normal 27 year old sorry he doesn’t look like he’s 20 anymore but if it’s a problem go away and leave him to the rest of us who actually care about him

Calm down, anons!

If you can't take jokes, then my blog might not be for you 😉 All I said was that his hair needs trimming and jokingly said that maybe he looks how he is to try catching up with me!

From what I read, most of Ben's anons isn't nasty about Ben imo. We just don't see the sunshine coming out of his arse, same goes with Mason, Ruben, Dec (btw, I miss Dec's anons - please come back 🤣) or any other celebs being talked on this blogs!

If you have an issue with the certain things I said on here, please DM me so I can directly apologise for upsetting you ❤