#the eyeshadow is so bisexual....love wins

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party fit from yesterday :3

also makeup closeup bc i rly liked it

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Battle of the Bands. Eddie Munson x fem! Reader. *SMUT*

(My header!)

Summary: Corroded Coffin and their rival band, The Devil’s Angels perform at a Battle of the Bands night. Eddie and the lead singer of the other band have an ongoing deal that they are going to keep true with tonight. 

TW: I really just created pure fucking filth. I am so sorry. 

Mentions of alcohol and weed. I kinda made Gareth annoying and whiny... also kinda misogynistic- he says slutty (I’m sorry). Reader and Eddie teasing each other (physically and sexually). Reader getting jealous. Eddie ogling over reader. Mention of pubic hair (both Eddie and reader). Spanking. Ass play... so much ass play (fingering, eating, licking). Mention of porn. A little bit of spitting. Unprotected sex. Claiming (?). Mentions of groupies. Eddie getting jealous of reader fucking other guys. Mention of bisexual reader (having sex with girls). Eddie calling reader a whore (not in a mean way). Reader calling Eddie “daddy” (we all saw that coming from me). Love. Creampie (we also saw this coming from me). Face sitting. Fem receiving oral.  Eddie sucking (and eating) his cum. Some fluff at the end because I couldn’t help myself.

Word count: 6.6k (get a snack and a drink)

A.N.: Shot out to @boldlyvoid for telling me to write this when I was screaming about this in our messages. Also for reading it halfway through. Love you! 

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“Spray me with your hairspray one more time, Layla.” Jamie spits at her bandmate, glaring at her through the small mirror that the four girls all had to share.

“It’s not my fault you’re up my ass! You know I need a lot of hairspray to make sure my curls stay!” Layla bites back, but it coming off more as a whine.

“Well if you didn’t let your sister perm your hair in her garage, you wouldn’t have to use a whole can of Aqua Net.”

“Can both of you, please, shut the fuck up? We only have 15 more minutes and I still need to put my eyelashes on, so I’m going to need both of you to move.” She chirps at both of the girls, everyone’s nerves were fried between practicing to death all week, their regular day jobs, just everything. They never got on each other like this, but they all were so desperate to win, mostly for the money so they could hopefully get some new band equipment.

“Listen, I’m going to need all of us to get laid after this because every single one of you are annoying me.” Bailey grumbles from the floor, sitting criss-cross while looking at the tiny compact mirror while she swipes black eyeshadow across her eyelid.

“I’m going to need us to win this money so I don’t have to see you guys for a few days, need a break from you guys.” Jamie says under her breath.

“Woah, woah, woah! Such hostility in the room, ladies!” A familiar voice booms from the doorway, making all of them turn their heads.

They all collectively groan, rolling their eyes at the man.

“Don’t tell me that your cute little choir group is performing tonight?” She teases from the other side of the room, smirking at him. “Going to sing some Christmas carols?”

She and Eddie had a bit of a… history, sexually.

Even though Corroded Coffin and The Devil’s Angels were technically “rivals”, her group beating them multiple times in different band competitions around town, there was no doubt that there was some sexual chemistry between them even before the first time they had sex. Almost every band competition they’ve been in, their bet was the same: which ever one of their bands won (or placed higher than the other if one of them didn’t win) the winner got to take charge while they had sex.

She doesn’t exactly remember how the tradition started, but she knows that there was a lot of alcohol and weed involved when they made up the bet.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie laughs, leaning his shoulder up against the doorframe. “You’re going to wear that outfit and claim to not have not known we were playing?” He smirks.

“Get out, Munson.” Bailey throws one of her makeup brushes at him. “We have to start rehearsing so we can beat your poor excuse of a band’s ass… again.”

“Third time’s a charm… sweetheart.” She teases back at him, making her, what Eddie called “flirty eyes” at him.

Eddie chuckles, pushing himself off the doorframe. “See you ladies out there.” He raises his eyebrows, giving her a lingering stare as he walks away.

Jamie laughs loudly, waiting for Eddie to clear. “He wants you so bad it’s almost not horribly desperate.”

None of the other girls knew about her and Eddie’s “sexcapades”, mostly because they would crucify her for sleeping with him.

She giggles, moving toward the mirror to put her eyelashes on.

“Can you really blame him? Nobody else can fill out that tight ass skirt like that.” Bailey throws the compliment at her friend, always the one that hyped her up.

“You know he goes home and jerks it to the thought of you being on your knees for him when you’re on stage singing on your knees.” Layla jokes, laughing with Jamie.

She shakes her head, her cheeks burning red at her friends literally hooting at her. “You are all so annoying. Hurry up and finish getting ready.”

***

“No!” Gareth complains, folding his arms over his chest. “Every fucking time we’re up against fucking… Whore’s Angels, we lose! Over there wearing see through shit, showing their asses and tits on stage. That’s the only reason they win!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, stamping his cigarette out on the floor. “You realize you’re complaining about seeing multiple pair of nice asses and tits, right? Give them a break, they aren’t all that horrible.”  Eddie shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re just saying that because you have a hard on for that one girl, the singer. You practically eye fuck her when she’s practicing her whale calls on stage.” Gareth laughs, elbowing Jeff to get him to laugh.

“Both of you are dumbasses. Let’s go, stupid idiots.” Eddie rolls his eyes, the rest of the band following after while they go backstage, watching the band that was performing.

“Aww, aren’t you guys so cute?” Bailey teases as the girls walk up behind them. “You guys look so cute in your tough boy clothes!” She says in a baby voice, pouting her lip out.

“At least we’re actually wearing clothes. You guys are wearing a fucking doily on your body.” Gareth bites back.

“You’re just jealous that we’ve beaten your guys ass everytime we play against each other. It’s kinda sweet how mad you guys get when we win.” Layla fires back at Gareth, their own sexual tension in the air.

Eddie makes eye contact with her, motioning her with his head to come over to him.

She sneaks behind everyone while they argue back and forth with each other, smirking at Eddie once they slip off to the side.

Eddie smiles back, caging her between the wall and his torso. “You are a fucking knock out, sweetheart.” He says in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

“What do you want, Munson?”

“Our usual deal? Make the night a little more interesting.”

“You mean our friends being at each other’s throats isn’t interesting enough for you?” She teases, playing with the zipper on his leather jacket.

Eddie chuckles, quickly looking to see if anyone was coming before going in for a kiss.

“Ah,” She stops him, putting her finger in his face. “You’re going to get lipstick on you.”

Eddie smirks widely at her, an idea popping up in his head. “So, I’m going to go on stage shirtless. How about you give me a little kiss right around here? Leave those sexy little lips on me as a reminder.” Eddie takes his jacket off followed by his shirt, leaving him with only his ripped jeans.

She feels her face get hot looking at his naked torso, the random tattoos on his fair skin. Her eyes rake down to the patch of hair on his lower stomach. She smirks at him before dropping down to her knees, pressing her red lips next to his happy trail. “Right there?”

“I mean, you can kiss a little lower than that, but it might smudge your pretty lipstick.” He says, putting his hand below her chin to have her look up at him. “Fuck, you are so god damn beautiful.”

She smiles before licking a slow, long stripe up his stomach, her eyes fixed on him while she licks his torso. “Yeah we’ll save that for later.” She gives him another kiss, this time pressing her lips against the front of his jeans right where his bulge is.

Eddie chokes on his saliva feeling her lips press against his aching hard on. “Jesus, you are something else. Have half a mind to say fuck the contest, lets get out of here, but…”

She laughs, standing up. “All of them would kill us.”

Eddie kisses her cheek, pushing himself away from her and letting her start to walk back to her bandmates. As she walks away, more blood rushes in between his legs, his cock throbbing in his jeans.

She had to have known he was suffering from major blue balls, because she flashed him her flirty eyes before turning the corner, only making him throb again.

Eddie looks down at the perfect lipstick stain on his lower stomach, and down at the semi-faded one she had left on his crotch, that one making him leak out a little precum already.

***

Corroded Coffin performed first, doing their own cover of Animal by W.A.S.P.

The whole crowd went crazy when Eddie jumped off stage and started to sing to a bunch of different girls in the audience. One of the girls he had sung to had her hands all over Eddie’s naked torso, even kissing his neck while he was singing to her.

She shouldn’t have admitted to herself that it bugged her…but it did. No they weren’t a couple, but… she really didn’t have a good reason to justify why she was so jealous.

As the band was heading backstage after their turn was over, all of the other guys boasted to the girls, talking about how kick ass their performance was, and how loud they got the crowd. The rest of them all arguing back and forth while Eddie looked at her from a distance and could tell in her face that the girl kissing him had bugged her, under any other circumstance, Eddie would poke and tease her, but for some reason he just knew that he needed to leave her alone.

The girls took the stage, taking the time while the host introduced them to warm up their instruments.

Eddie lurked around off stage, watching the girls get set up, but couldn’t help but watch her nervously tapping her fingertips against the fishnets on her thighs and bob her head back and forth.

She was so goddamn cute dressed in all black; a black corset type top with a ton of lace- it had to be a lingerie top, only enhancing just how delicious her tits looked, a little black skirt with chains around her hips dangling down her thighs.

The beginning of the song “Pour Some Sugar On Me” started to play, her voice quivering at first, her nerves getting the best of her when it was only her singing the intro before the other girls started to play their instruments.

Eddie couldn’t help but watch her roll her hips while she gripped the mic stand, her cute raspy voice echoing through the bar.

The men that were in the crowd started to hoot and holler as she ran her hand down her body, throwing her head back dramatically while pushing her chest out.

“See! This is the shit I mean!” Gareth complains from behind Eddie. “She’s parading herself around the stage, flaunting her tits. It’s about the music, not being slutty.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You know you keep saying the same damn thing? Shut up, man.”

Eddie had to admit that the way the girls sang with each other was actually pretty good, and the drummer, Bailey, was kind of a badass. He could see how they had beat them in multiple competitions.

As their set ended, she was on her knees belting out as much as she could.

She smiled with such relief once the stage went black, all the girls looking at one another with wide grins.

She hops up, heading backstage, all of them having a well deserved, shit eating grin on their faces when they pass by Eddie and the rest of the guys.

“And that’s just how it’s done boys.” Layla gloats.

“Yeah, we’ll see who actually wins, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Eddie bites back.

***

“We will bring out the two highest scoring bands of the night, as voted by the judges. We will turn it to you all in the audience to pick the winner of $500 cash. Let’s bring out Corroded Coffin and The Devil’s Angels.”

The two bands head on stage, having been in similar situations before. They stand on both sides of the host, looking out to the crowd with smiles on their faces.

“Alright, let us hear you if The Devil’s Angels got you hot tonight!”

The crowd erupts in loud cheers, hoots, and claps, the girls hyping the crowd up by cheering along with them.

“Alright! Now let’s hear it for Corroded Coffin!”

The cheers are audibly more loud than the girls right away which makes the boys jump on top of each other, celebrating their victory.

Even though they weren’t happy, the girls hugging the boys in congratulations for their victory.

Eddie smirks as he brings in his favorite girl, leaning into her ear. “Meet me at my place, 12:30. I want my prize.”

***

She pulls up to Eddie’s trailer, waiting for him to pull up. Her fingertips dance along the steering wheel to the beat of the song, humming along to the song on the radio.

It was always her that was the dominant one during sex with their arrangement. And while she did enjoy Eddie being a whimpering, whiny mess while she teased him for hours on end. It was good to be a fun little change.

She jumps hearing a rapid, loud pound come from the back driver side window. She turns her head to see Eddie with a huge grin on his face. “You are so fucking annoying, Munson.” She grumbles, turning her car off and stepping out.

Immediately Eddie wraps his arm around her back, pulling her in for a hungry kiss.

Both of her hands rest on both sides of his shoulders, making him lean into the kiss.

Eddie smiles into the kiss, laughing against her lips.

“What’s so funny?” She laughs back.

“Just thought about how jealous you were earlier. I know you seeing me kiss that random girl pissed you off. That’s why you didn’t look at me during your set.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Munson. I wasn’t jealous. I was… disgusted.”

Eddie chuckles loudly. “You were disgusted? And why is that?” A smug look on his face while he waits for an answer.

She can feel her cheeks get hot from him being 1000% right she was jealous. “Can we just go inside?” She laughs nervously.

“Alright, alright. I’ll drop it. Let’s go.” Eddie ushers her to his trailer, opening the door to let her inside. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom. You know where it is.”

She makes her way through the narrow hall of the trailer to Eddie’s room, turning the light on as soon as she gets in. She kicks her shoes off, knocking them off to the side of the room.

In the distance she could hear rusting from the kitchen while she shed her jacket off, tossing it off to a corner of the room.

Her whole body was practically vibrating in anticipation of what’s to come. She had to admit that she was wet from leaving her lip print on his skin from earlier. It was a very simple act, but it really got her going.

“So, what did you tell your friends about where you were going tonight?” Eddie comes back with 2 glasses of water and a snack for after, something that he always did.

“Told them I was interested in some random bar fly I had my eye on.” She smirks, sauntering over to Eddie.

Eddie puts the stuff down on his messy dresser, groping her ass in his hands. “Bar fly? Makes me think of an old ass biker who's in denial he is balding.”

She laughs at the image Eddie put in her head, shaking her head. “Get on the bed.”

“Hey, I’m the one in charge here tonight. I know you’re used to calling the shots here, but not tonight. You get to sit back and relax this time, sweetheart.” Eddie spins her around, pushing her softly onto the bed.

Immediately he pushes her skirt up her thighs, snapping the band of the fishnets against the fat of her thigh.

“Been dying for months to touch you again. I’ve missed how fucking soft you are.” He rasps, licking his lips.

“You know where I live. You can come over whenever you want. ‘M not one to turn you down.”

Somehow Eddie’s already dark eyes get darker just by staring at her below him.

“Yeah but getting to have you in my bed on nights like this is a goddamn treat.” He almost growls, hooking his fingers around her panties, pulling them down her thighs. “You wear these cute lacy ones for me?” He asks, spinning the skimpy fabric around his finger.

“Maybe. You like them?”

“I do. Think I’m going to hold onto these.” Eddie puts the fabric in his back pocket, laughing to himself.

“Eddie!” She laughs back, shoving his shoulder. “I’ve lost 3 pairs of perfectly good panties to you!”

“Maybe you should start wearing uglier underwear.” He jokes, dropping some of his body weight on top of her to kiss her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Eddie can feel the piercing on her tongue while he plays with her tongue, making him moan slightly; thinking about how it had felt on his body the other times they had sex. His slender fingers start to roam her lower body, feeling the slight fuzz against his fingers right above her clit.

She whimpers, feeling him so close to her clit, rolling her hips forward for more. Her fingers tangle in his hair, lightly pulling at his dark waves.

Eddie moans against her lips, slapping her inner thigh quickly before pulling away. “Remember who is in charge, sweetheart.”

“Then take charge and touch me.” She almost growls through her teeth. Both of them staring at each other, sizing each other up.

Eddie smiles at her, flipping her onto her belly in one fast movement. He practically drools seeing how perfect her ass is, just begging to be touched, smacked, bitten, worshipped.

She gasps, barely having a chance to comprehend what was going on.

“Hands and knees for me. I’m going to give you what you want.”

She follows his request, looking back behind her shoulder to see exactly what he was doing.

Eddie leans forward, pressing kisses to the fat of her ass, his hand rubbing the other cheek. He winds his hand back and smacks the flesh, making it jiggle.

She whimpers softly, a smile spreading across her face. “I know you can spank harder than that, baby.”

Eddie sits back on his knees, both of his hands rubbing her before he smacks both cheeks, leaving her a stinging ache. “You want me to do it as hard as I can, I’m going to leave you with bruises.”

“Say it like it’s a bad thing.” She responds, wiggling her ass in his face.

“I’m going to need you to stay still for this, okay?”

She nods her head, still looking back at him.

Eddie leans forward again, continually pressing kisses to her ass, his teeth raking over the skin before nipping at her skin.

“Ow, fuck.” She giggles.

Eddie chuckles against her skin, both of his hands parting her cheeks apart before licking the tight untouched hole.

“Eddie!” She gasps loudly, her legs shaking. She was pretty well experienced, but she never had anyone touch, let alone lick her there.

He moans against her, the tip of his tongue teasing her. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Eddie mutters, spreading her cheeks further apart before diving in, tongue fucking her.

“Oh my god!” She chokes on her breath, reaching her hand back for his head, pressing him in closer. “Why does that feel so fucking good?”

He spits into her hole, circling his thumb around her. “You liked that, huh?” Eddie chuckles. “I knew you would. Think I can fit a finger in that tight little hole?”

She nods her head quickly, moving her hair out of her face. “Please?“ She whispers out a beg.

Eddie goes back to lapping at her ass, trying to prep her for his finger.

She starts to move her hips back and forth, fucking his face slowly. “Fuck, Eddie. Don’t stop doing that!”

His noises behind her were obscene, the slurping and moans from enjoying himself. Eddie was painfully hard, his fantasy that has been ingrained in his mind for the past few months. He had seen it in a porn movie Gareth had given to him because “it was too grimy” for his taste.

Her head was buried in the pillow, fist gripping the sheets below her. “M-more?”

Eddie pulls himself away, looking at how wet all of her was. “Tell me if it hurts. I’m going to go slow.” Eddie gathers some of his spit with his thumb, softly pressing against the puckered hole.

Her whole body jerks forward, tightening at the feeling. “Eddie, fuck.” She whines. “Keep going.” Her fingers graze her clit, needing to relieve the ache between her legs.

“That’s a girl. Play with yourself while I fill this cute little hole up right here.”

She moans in response, slipping her fingers into her other hole. She could feel his finger stretch her out, a slight uncomfortable feeling, but nothing she couldn’t breathe through.

“You like how it feels, princess? Both those pretty holes getting filled up?”

“Yes! Yes it feels so good!”

“I’m going to give you a little more, that okay?”

She nods her head, more of her wetness coating her fingers.

Eddie let’s another bead of spit slip down her hole, acting as lube. He gets as far as his first knuckle before stopping.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out, using her other hand to reach behind her to grip his wrist. “That feels so good, Eddie! Move it a little bit?”

Eddie swore he was going to blow his whole load right then and there, hearing her beg while bent over. Slowly, he tries to finger her ass, the hole milking his finger. “So tight. I didn’t think anything could be as tight as that pussy.”

“I wanna cum, Eddie! Please?!”

Eddie takes his other hand, moving her hand out of the way before gathering more of her wetness on his fingers, and slipping into her neglected pussy. “Wanna feel you cum, princess. Let me feel it.”

She struggles to stay up, her legs shaking as her orgasm builds up.

Eddie’s fingers hit the perfect spot, drawing out the most pornographic moan from her.

“Fuck, right there! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She bites on the pillow under her, letting out all of her screams into it.

Her orgasm washes over her, her legs buckling from under her. She lifts her head up, whining while Eddie continues to rub her through her orgasm. She could feel herself clenching around him, feeling a slight wet patch on the sheet below her. “Holy fuck, I need you to fuck the shit out of me.” Her voice quakes.

Very slowly he takes his thumb out, massaging both sides of her ass. “You don’t know how fucking hot that was, holy shit.” Eddie says out of breath, wiping his lips with his hand.

She turns herself around, shedding her top off quickly. “Help with my skirt?” She asks, lifting her hips up to slide the tight skirt off, Eddie helping her the rest of the way until he threw it over his shoulder.

“Mmm, how did I know you weren’t wearing a bra under that?” Eddie starts to shed his own clothes off, struggling to get his pants off on the bed. “Son of a bitch.” He grumbles, stepping off the bed to step out of them.

She can’t help but giggle, running her hands down her body. “Who knew losing to your lame ass band would be so much fun?” She teases.

“Lame, huh?” Eddie scoffs, settling his body between her legs, touching her soft skin. “So lame that we beat you guys. And so lame that you’re about to fuck the lead singer.”

“You make it sound like I’m some groupie. It like to think I’m a better fuck than some random groupie.” She responds, touching down his torso to the smeared lipstick stain from earlier.

“Way better. Best fuck I’ve had if I’m being honest wirh you.” Eddie says, grabbing one side of her face to kiss her lips deeply.

She melts against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing his lower half into her. She gasps feeling the heavy weight of his cock resting against her thigh. “Fuck, I want it.” She whispers, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Eddie grips the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along her slit. “So warm.” Eddie rasps, kissing her neck.

She reaches down for his cock, guiding him inside her slowly. “Fuck, you’re stretching me out.”

Eddie very slowly and carefully, continues to slide in until his while cock is buried deep inside her. He didn’t dare move yet, in fear he was going to cum already.

“Eddie, fuck me, please? I’m begging you at this point.”

“Gotta give me a second, sweetheart. You’re so tight, gonna make me cum already.” He brings his head down to kiss her neck, teasing her with his teeth against her sensitive skin. “Wanna make you mine.” He whispers in her ear, slowly snapping his hips up into her, both of them moaning loudly once Eddie starts to move.

She throws her arm around his neck, wanting him as close to her as humanly possible. “You gonna claim me?”

Eddie groans into her neck. “Yes, want you to be mine, princess.”

“How do you know I’m not already yours? You’re fucking me raw, aren’t you? I don’t do that with my groupies.” She jokes.

Eddie practically growls in her ear, picking his head up and grasping her hips harshly. “You telling me you’re fucking other guys?”

It brought her some sort of sick joy that he was jealous to hear that someone else was fucking her other than him. She had gotten the reaction she wanted, and she was wearing it on her face proudly.

“Who said anything about fucking guys?” She raised her eyebrows at him, bringing her lower lip between her teeth.

Eddie knew that it really shouldn’t have made a difference if it was a guy or a girl fucking her, but now he couldn’t shake the thought of her fucking another girl… another girl fucking her… out of his mind.

The way his mind worked, only the dirtiest image popped in his brain. It only egged him on to show her that he should be the only one inside her.

“Are you kind of a whore, princess?” Eddie asks in a taunting voice, tilting his head to the side. His ring clad hand made its way up to her throat, grasping it firmly while he waited for an answer.

She nodded her head slightly, thoroughly enjoying the slight pressure he was applying to her throat. “Yes, I’m a whore.”

“I know you are, beautiful girl.” He laughs to himself. “Hell, I knew that the first time we fucked. Had you bent over the sink at The Hideout, my fingers in your mouth trying to shut that pretty little mouth up since you couldn’t stay quiet.” His tone was condescending, which really only got both of them more worked up. “Remember what you called me when I got you to cum with my fingers? What was it, princess?

“Daddy! I called you daddy.” She moans out, her hands gripping his upper arms tightly.

Eddie only smirked at the memory, moving his hand up to her face and cradling her cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger. “Want to hear you call me that again, pretty girl. I wanna know who made you cum so fucking hard that you’re seeing stars.”

“You daddy.” She whines back a response.

“Who’s juicy, tight pussy is this? Who does it belong to?”

“You daddy! All yours!” She couldn’t help but moan with the rhythm his hips bucked into her. His cock was hitting every right spot, and his dirty talk only drove her more and more crazy.

“Who’s going to fill that pretty pussy up with cum, hmm?”

“You are daddy, you’re going to fill me up! You’re going to fill me up!” She was so gone that she didn’t even realize what she was saying until a wide, shit eating grin appeared on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah? My pretty little whore is going to let me fill her up with my cum?”

She couldn’t even argue with him, she secretly had been wanting him to ditch the condom for months and cum inside her. “Yes! Yes please, I want your cum, daddy. I fucking want it.”

Eddie lets go of her face, bringing his hand behind her head. He brings her head closer to kiss her soppily, his tongue practically shoved down her throat.

All of her whines and whimpers get lost in his mouth, for once getting cock drunk on him instead of him being pussy drunk.

Eddie pulls back quickly, but rests his forehead on hers. “Tell me you love me.”

Her heart practically stops hearing his request. Neither of them had ever talked about feelings, other than horny, before. Both of them knew that something was there, but both of them were idiots who didn’t know if it was going to cross a line if one of them said something.

“I love you, Eddie.” She whispers into his mouth, kissing his lips again.

Eddie groans into her mouth, picking up the pace again. He practically sucked her tongue out of her mouth as he felt himself get closer to his orgasm. He couldn’t even fight to hold it in any longer before he shot his load inside of her, moaning deep from his throat as he filled her up.

“Fuck, baby.” She gasped, feeling how hot his cum was inside of her. She looked down where they met, seeing him slowly thrust inside of her as he rode his orgasm out. “I can feel all of it. You’re fucking it into me.”

Eddie hissed, his cock head getting sensitive the more he continued to fuck her, but he couldn’t help it. “Shit, you are so fucking hot.” He murmurs, taking his thumb and rolling it against her clit. “Need you to stay right there while I do something.” Slowly he pulls out, not wanting his cum to spill out just yet. His cock was shiny and red once he was fully out, the dark curly hair that decorated his cock was wet and wild.

She couldn’t help but absentmindedly rub her clit while Eddie laid his back on the mattress, putting one of his flat pillows behind his head. Part of her had half a mind to go against his orders and jump back on top of him and fuck him until the sun came up. But her curious side wanted to know what he had in store.

“Come sit your pretty self on my face.” He licks his lips.

She huffs out a laugh, raising her eyebrow. “Your cum is inside of me, Eddie. It’s going to get on you.”

“Did you not understand what I just said? You,”  He points to her. “Putting your pussy.” Pointing down toward her vagina. “Right on my face.” Pointing to his face. “Let’s go.”

Her cheeks go hot as she clenches her thighs together, afraid that she’ll leak all of his cum out before she makes it to his face.

Eddie helps her shimmy herself up to his face, parting her thighs apart on each side of his face. “God, what a fucking view.” He says in awe, teasing her pussy lips with his finger. He hooks his arms around her thighs, lowering her down to his tongue. Eddie immediately gets to work, shoving his tongue inside of her hole, digging his cum out of her.

“Eddie, f-f-fuck.” She was so unsure of the feeling, her hand reaching for a fistful of his hair.

All she could hear was the furious slurping of his lips as he licked his own seed out of her, spreading it around her pussy, which only created a bigger mess.

He unhooked his arms from around her, letting his hands explore her body while she was on top of him. He parted her ass, playing with the globes of her butt in his hand, jiggling them for fun, which only made her laugh.

She relaxed as his tongue and lips worked together to massage her clit, making it ache in the best way possible. “Eddie.” She hums, moving her hips back and forth against his tongue. “Feels so good.”

He kisses her pussy lips before taking one of his fingers and teasing her other hole.

“Fuck!” She gasps, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking it.

Eddie uses his other hand to spank one of her cheeks, which makes her whine. He didn’t hate when she pulled his hair, in fact, he loved it, but he was really just being a dick for fun. Very slowly he starts to prep her other hole with his middle finger, trying to be gentle while he slid it in.

She cries out slightly, breathing in and out through the slight pain. “K-keep going, I’m good. Still trying to get used to it.”

Eddie nods his head in understanding, pushing his finger past the barrier until his first knuckle is inside of her. He waits a few seconds before continuing to slide in, really trying to restrain himself from going all in. It wasn’t much longer before half of his middle finger was inside of her.

“No more! Right there?”

Eddie pulls back from her pussy long enough to, “Okay, baby.” a response, before diving right back in. He slowly fingers her like he would her pussy, being as delicate as he can while he makes out with her pussy.

“That feels so good, you have no idea.” She sighs, fluttering her eyes closed and massaging her tits. She was truly in a euphoric state. She couldn’t even control her moans anymore, letting them slip freely.

Eddie shakes his head back and forth quickly, letting his tongue move lazily.

“F-f-fuck!” She chokes on the word, gripping his curls. “Keep doing that! Keep doing that!” The moan rattling from the middle of her chest.

The faster Eddie shook his head, the quicker his finger slid in and out of her.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” She cries, tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.

“Give it to me, princess.” Eddie muffled talk coming from below her. “Know you’re close.”

She nods her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she cursed to herself. “Right there, don’t move please. It’s right… there!” Her voice almost squeaks at the end before she finally releases, throwing her head back while she rides her second orgasm out.

Eddie slurps the cum from her, a mix between his and hers. Moaning himself as the taste of both of them on his tongue.

She continues to hump his tongue, slower with each movement. Her thighs tremble, the sensitivity finally washing over her. “I gotta get down, too much.”

Eddie kisses her thighs a few times before he slowly takes his finger out of her other hole, rubbing it in comfort before letting her go.

She climbs down from his face, throwing herself on the bed next to him, letting out a heavy sigh. “Fuck.” She mutters loud enough for him to hear.

Eddie laughs to himself, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Drink some water, princess.” He says, rubbing her side.

She lifts her head up, seeing Eddie holding the glass for her while he tilts it into her mouth. She takes a few sips before pulling away, smiling at him.

“You did so good, beautiful. So proud of you for taking all of that so well.” Eddie whispers in her ear as he kisses her forehead, then her cheek. “Was that too much?” Eddie asks, his face looking apologetic.

“No, baby! I really enjoyed myself. It was so hot, you were so hot.” She turns to her side, laying her head on the pillow below her. “ ‘Sides, I’m a big girl, I know the safeword.” She jokes, touching his nose with her pinky.

Eddie scrunches his face at her touch, reaching to run his hand along her cheek.

They lay in silence for a while, Eddie touching her soft skin, pressing kisses to her sweaty hair every once in a while. His touch only made her eyes feel heavier with each shape he drew on her skin.

She was so close to finally drifting off before she felt Eddie shift next to her. Her eyes fly open,  looking for him, not wanting him to leave the bed. She lets out a little whine at the loss of contact, which makes him look back at her.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just getting those cookies I brought in earlier.” He says with a soft smile, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers before quickly walking over to his dresser on the other side of the room to grab the few cookies he had on a napkin, and bring it over to the bed. Eddie slides back next to her, this time grabbing her and maneuvering her so her head rested on his chest. He covers both of them with the sheet, his hand staying below the blanket to still touch her skin.

She picks her head up off his chest, slightly opening her mouth, hinting she wanted a bite of the cookie he had brought over.

Eddie smiles and breaks it in a small piece, feeding her the cookie. His heart practically jumping out of his chest at the gesture. “I um… Did you, you know… mean it?” Eddie hesitates as he speaks.

“Mean what?” She asks, already forgetting what she had told him while they were having sex.

He clears his throat, chewing on the inside of his cheek before speaking again. “That you loved me. Was it just because I told you to say it? Or did you actually mean it?”

Her eyes got wide again, her heat racing faster, this time for a different reason. “No, I… I meant it. That’s why I got so jealous when I saw all of those girls touching you during your set tonight, and that one that kissed your neck.” She grunts in disgust.

Eddie bites back a smirk hearing that he was right she was jealous. “I guess doing this kind of stuff for so long, feelings are bound to happen, huh?”

She rests her chin on his chest, looking at his warm eyes. “So you feel the same way? You love me?”

“Baby, I swear I fell in love with you that first night at The Hideout. But once I stopped thinking with my dick, I kind of realized that I loved you that night you cleaned me up after that bar fight I got into a few months ago. You were so nice to me, and we actually talked for, what was it, like 4 hours? It wasn’t just us fucking the life out of each other. You made it impossible for me not to fall in love with you.”

She smiles into his chest, hiding her face against him. “You’re making me get butterflies, you big ol’ sap.” She giggles.

“I don’t want to rush you into anything, but I do want to take you on dates, get to know you more. Not just your pussy and your mouth. I know them very well.”

“You’re disgusting. But I would also really like that.”

Eddie leans down to kiss her twice, smiling with butterflies of his own in his stomach. “All of our bandmates are going to kill us. Especially when they find out that this has been going on for as long as it has.”

“Gareth is going to have a fit.” She laughs.

“Yeah, but he’ll live. Maybe he’ll finally stop being a pussy and make his move on that one girl, the bass player. I do have a question, if our bands go up against each other again in a competition, is our arrangement still on?”

[itsthemysterykids]

Pride Parade headcanons before this beloved month comes to an end?

Coraline

Bisexual Badass (She/Her)

Crazy irresponsible aunt of Pride

Always getting into trouble with the authorities

Makes sure to carry around a mask and gloves just in case she doesn’t want to leave any evidence behind

May or may not have been behind the prank where a ton of glue and glitter got dumped on protesters

Literal definition of ‘Be Bi, Do Crime!’

Tank Tops… That is all

… Also Crocs

Wears a bisexual cape

Out of everyone’s league

… Okay, she gone, Coraline simps over every pretty person she sees!

A tall girl dress as She-Ra walked by, followed a guy dressed as He-Man, and she got a nosebleed

She wants to give every Lesbian Goddess a gift, either jewelry or money

Hayley Kiyoko is her anthem

Learning how to Vogue. She’s a disaster

Cannot walk in heels to save her life

She, Neil, and Raz drink the most juice boxes

Likes to yell at TERFs

Definitely one of the loudest at Pride

Joins in on glitter fights whenever Mabel starts them

She threw glitter at Lili and saw her life flash before her eyes

Can and will bring a t-shirt cannon… And she can and will fire shirts at protesters on full blast

Next to Mabel, she eats the most sugar

One time, she had a major sugar rush and almost ended up joining a cult… Or starting one. She can’t remember

Chugs a ton of melted Icees

Wybie

Pan Trans Dude (He/Him)

Has been going to Pride with his grandma since he came out to her

May or May not be a Pride icon

Has enough binders to rotate through the week

Donates his old ones to those in need

This is the only time of the year where Wybie will refer to a person as ‘Hon’

Total mom of Pride

Like Mabel, if you ask, he will hug you

Carries a frying pan around for protection

Is terrified of losing Raz and Lili in a crowd. THEY’RE SO SHORT!

Brings those leash backpacks for kids just in case the others get into trouble

Supplies the snacks

Dyes his hair white and paints pink marks under his eyes to look like Allura because she’s a goddess and people refer to him as a goddex

Every time Wybie flips his hair, a trans girl gets a cupcake

Every time Wybie flips his hair, a trans boy also gets a cupcake

He unintentionally adopts people

Gets asked out nearly every year

People also like to give him gifts

Coraline, Mabel, and Neil ask him to be their wingman, but everyone’s too focused on him

Has the grace and poise of Billy Porter

Participates in glitters wars with the others

He didn’t win one year when Coraline threw glitter at Lili. No one was safe.

One year, some TERFs walked over just to yell at him. They walked away in love

Norman

Agender Gay Demiromantic Asexual (They/Them & He/Him)

Was roped into letting Mabel, Neil, and Raz do his makeup

Black lipstick every day

Also rainbow eyeshadow

Dipper may or may not have gotten a nosebleed

The ghost of Martha P Johnson goes with him to pride for protection

The first time Norman went to Pride, they cried. Everyone was so accepting!

Everyone immediately wanted to comfort him because seeing Norman cry should be illegal

Has to convince Stonewall Riot ghosts to not throw stuff at police

Long story short, one ghost threw a brick at a protester and now protesters fear Norman

They think he has ‘gay mind powers’. He’s not complaining

Has been carried by Drag Queens

Just to piss of protesters for the hell of it, they kissed Dipper… Then they did it again just for the hell of it

They get hugged every five minutes

Doesn’t know which cape to wear, so he rotates

Is a master at glitter wars. Seriously, this kid can dodge. Mabel gets frustrated every time

Hoodies and beanies no matter how hot it is

Raz: Norman! You’re sweating bullets!

Norman: Beauty is pain.

Raz: But-

Norman: BEAUTY IS PAIN!

Dressed as a witch one time (Made sure Aggie was okay with it first) and wore the rainbow flag as a cape

They cursed protesters with their ‘gay mind powers’

Neil

Omniromantic (He/Him)

He’s the Pride Dad, Wybie’s the Pride Mom

Wears Deadpool merch every year

Then he pretends to break the fourth wall

Likes to Cosplay with Mabel and Raz

They went as She-Ra, Bow, and Glimmer. Guess who was who

Rolls around in body glitter with Mabel before every parade

Wears a shirt that says ‘Free Hugs’

Sometimes unintentionally adopts people with Wybie

Likes to carry people on his shoulders

Rainbow lipstick. SLAYED

Teaching Coraline how to Vogue

Always the first one out in the Glitter Wars

Then Lili got hit and… It was a massacre

Eats a ton of marshmallows

Brings a ukulele and sings ‘Everyone is just a Little Gay’

Everyone will throw hands if Neil gets hurt

Some protesters tried to beat him up and they met the business end of a Drag Queen’s nine inch heel

Likes to do makeup

He once painted rainbows on kids’ faces

Supplies extra glitter while Mabel brings the main supply

Pacifist, but will not hesitate if the situation calls for it

Did drag one year. He was good, but not on Raz’s level

Norman’s wingman and it’s exhausting!

Why must his friend be a disaster?

Dipper

Bill Nye the Bi-ence Guy! (He/Him & Ze/Zir)

Likes to throw his old binders into the crowd

Gender envious of Wybie

Seriously, he’s a total goddex!

Only let’s Mabel do his makeup. It’s that sibling trust

Tank top and khaki shorts

Dipper doesn’t know it, but people find zir iconic

Different Pride caps every day

Mabel is zir wingwoman

When Norman kissed him in front of protesters, Mabel had to keep him from passing out later

When protestors attack, ze goes LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Makes flower crowns with Lili. It’s relaxing

Comes out every year

Dipper: Okay… I am Bisexual.

Mabel: Dipper, we know. You come out to us every year.

Dipper: Oh… I do?

Stan: Yes! And we love you just the way you are!

Dipper: Well, thank you for being an ally!

Once asked Norman out during a parade. Now the two have a day named after them

One protester tried to hit Mabel and ze just saw red

He had a major sugar high one day and starting singing all the Pride songs he knew

Now people clap and cheer whenever he walks by

Mabel

PanRomantic (She/Her)

Calls everyone ‘My loves!’

Also a pride icon

Drag Queens LOVE her outfits

Beauty guru

She has a vlog Dipper helps her out with, and she promotes different products from LGBTQ+-owned companies

Will do everyone’s makeup

Seriously, her mascara is on point

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes

Then she buys them ice cream

She likes to knit Pride-themed sweaters and then just pass them out to anyone who wants them

A drag queen wore one to one of her shows and Mabel got over 30K followers on her Instagram

Now people are throwing hundreds of dollars at her for just a beanie

Some say Mabel fired the first glitter ball, which started the Mystery Kids Glitter Wars

Wears Crystal Gem merch

She cosplayed as Pearl and warded off protesters with her spear

Same with her Rose Quartz sword

Dipper’s wingwoman before ze asked Norman out… And it was in no way easy

After Dipper and Norman finally got together, she and Neil celebrated with Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

Out of respect for Mabel, the coffee shop gave her the recipe for Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

Brings her Polaroid camera and scrapbook to document every moment

Raz

Genderfluid Bi-Guy (He/Him)

Good at makeup, but he’s not on Mabel’s level… No one is

But he is a pro at drag

He mainly does drag versions of BNHA characters. He slayed as Drag Deku

Is trying to teach Coraline how to walk in heels… It’s hopeless

He’s been working heels since he was eight. It’s all about balance

Has over thirty-five wigs

Likes to wear feathered boas

Dressed as Peter Pan one time and threw rainbow glitter at the protestors

Fanny packs

Somehow, he makes them look good

Backflipped away from protesters

Likes to belt Steven Universe songs and songs from The PROM Soundtrack

Buys all of the Pride merch he can get his hands on. It concerns Lili sometimes

Hid in a Drag Queen’s dress when Lili got involved in the glitter wars

Once stole fifty candy bars without getting caught

Is everyone’s impulse control… If they don’t do anything crazy, he will

Raz: Oh, the burden!

Coraline: Raz, no one told you to eat a ton of sprinkles

Joins Wybie and Dipper in throwing their binders to the crowd. He just throws them at random and goes, ‘Binders! Binders! Binders!’

Small but feral

Immediately starting singing ‘Turn it Off’ as soon as someone said “light switch”

Whenever a protestor says, “you’re going to hell!” He fires back with a “I’ll save you a seat!”

Lili

Nonbinary (They/Them & She/Her)

Sarcastic Pride shirts

Has a shrine of George Salazar

Will bite a TERF and has a shirt that says exactly that

Dyes their pigtails rainbow for every pride parade

Boots…

Also scrunchies

Draws stars on the cuffs of her jeans

She once took down a protester twice her size and now they all fear her

Norman/Lili: FEAR SQUAD!

Wears a “Queers for Isabela” shirt

Makes flower crowns with Dipper to pass around

Getting a flower crown from Lili is an honor

Acts as Raz’s impulse control by threatening him with a spray bottle of makeup remover

Whenever the Mystery Kids even think about throwing glitter she will hold up a fistful of it and have them crying like babies

Drag Queens and Kings love her. She’s sassy, has nice hair, and is a pro at eye shadow

Will buy binders for people with their own money

They also buy Raz ring-pops. (Sugar free, though)

Once set fire to a TERF’s hair after they tried to beat up Dipper

Supplies juice boxes

LOVES Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

They had a sugar rush that lasted for hours

And the next day, the Mystery Kids were all laughing and no one will tell them why

Wears a denim with over a hundred Pride-themed buttons

Paints Pride flags on their boots

Stole a motorcycle from one of the Dykes on Bikes and went on a joyride

[oswildin]

Hii! if ship request are open could I please request a ship with a marvel character? <3

I’m Italian, my pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and dyed cherry red hair. I dress with black clothes and I wear black eyeshadow or eyeliner. I’m the sweet mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own, I would do everything for the people I care about and sometimes I’ve been told that I’m too kind for my own good. I have a sarcastic humor and I love making others laugh, people say that I should be more serious and that I shouldn’t joke around so much. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax, after a bad day when I get home I put on music and dance. Also I’m learning to play ukulele! I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me.

My favorite Marvel film is probably Thor Ragnarok or Black Widow (I’ve watched it with my bestie and we loved it!!). now as in for my favorite song. I listen to a lot of music and a lot of different genres but probably my all time favorite is Welcome to the black parade by My Chemical Romance. I also love As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese.

A quote I love/ say a lot: (I had no idea what to choose here sorry) I think I have to go with a quote from Modern Family wich is one of my favorite tv shows ever. “Watch a sunrise at least once a day”.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day! <33

I ship you with… Loki!

Things Loki loves about you:

• The fact you aren’t afraid to talk back to him. Or anyone for that matter. If you hear something you don’t like, you speak up.

• Your green eyes! Of course he’s a sucker for some green eyes. And your hair. And your aesthetic. Okay so maybe he just loves all of it.

• Your optimism at first was a bit much for the Trickster, but he soon began to open up to it for himself. Perhaps having a bit of optimism around wasnt so bad.

• Your sarcasm and humour. He loves quick quips and blunt sarcasm, as he himself tends to do the same.

• He respects that you care for others before yourself. But he often tells you you need to put yourself first at times.

• Playful banter is definitely a big thing with you two. People tend to think you actually dislike each other at first, but in fact it’s how you show you love each other.

• Of course you do have your actual arguments. Which half the time you win because Loki knows you’ll never back down. He likes that you put him in his place when it’s needed.

• If anyone says a bad word about Loki, they know about it. You go on the warpath.

• He has walked in on you dancing and singing around your room multiple times, to which he watches fully amused.

• Gore Wednesdays are a must as you watch horror films with Loki. It’s funny to watch Loki watch them as it turns out he is a little squeamish when it comes to gore. ‘Loki, no disrespect, but didn’t you once rip someone’s eye out?’ ‘It’s different watching it from this point of view!’

• A slow burnnnnnn. Everyone could see it but you two idiots.

Your BFF: Darcy Lewis - Your whole vibe is her dream best friend. You two constantly are joking around and teasing the others. Everyone dreads when the pair of you walk into the room because all they’re expecting is utter chaos (in the best possible way). Sisters from another mister.

Your Theme Song:

[peachyteabuck]

trouble looks for me [thorkyrie x reader]

summary: valkyrie has no choice but to break a promise, so you have no choice but to misbehave. thor, well, he’s just along for the ride.

pairing: thor odinson x valkyrie x reader

words: 6,666

trigger warnings: sub!thor, brat taming, spanking, degradation, orgasm denial, creampies, strap ons

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It starts at the restaurant. Valkyrie had been working non-stop to fit in everything she had needed before the end of the fiscal year, leaving you and Thor with her for weeks on end.

In combination with Valkyrie’s strict rules, this also meant you and Thor had touched each other, let alone made each other cum since…Oh god, you can’t even remember…

You’d both gotten a text from her that day, telling you to get ready for a fancy dinner and that she would pick you up at precisely seven.

That left you with five hours to get ready which, to some may have been a lot, but for you…

As with most men, Thor doesn’t take long to get ready – even if it took him a solid forty-five minutes to choose the correct pair of panties (he settles on a baby pink pair with a small, white bow. By the time he was tucking his pristine white shirt into them, you were just finishing up your eyebrows and foundation – let alone had you picked your outfit.

You had narrowed it down to three dresses – a deep blue, thigh-length long-sleeved one with a deep V-neck and makes your legs look superb, a little black dress with tiny straps that leave nothing to the imagination, or a baby pink, floor-length gown with a fitted top that shows off your shoulders and tits and whose skirt flows behind you just as waves recede from a beach at dusk.

(It doesn’t take you long to choose that last one, to say the least. Plus, it matches Thor’s panties. How couldn’t you choose that dress! How!?)

You gingerly place it on the bed as you go back to your bright vanity, placing your numerous eyeshadow pallets and lipstick choices in front of you so you have an accurate view of your make up-related choices for the night. You’ve done looks like this before, played the cute, coy girl many times. Still, you like to make sure everything is perfect – the eyeliner and the eye shadow and your brows and your lips and your highlighter. It all has to be perfectly placed on your face to ensure maximum balance between “totally gorgeous” and “totally fuckable.”

It was ten minutes to the approximate time Val had said she’d pick you up when you’re notified of what could possibly be the worst news ever.

Hey loves, so sorry but a colleague needs some more convincing on a budget proposal. He’ll be joining us tonight for dinner.

You groan loudly, but immediately cease when you receive another text.

That means you both need to be on your best behavior.

You smirk as you go back to adjusting the bracelet Val had gotten you during your vacation to Boca last year. No matter what, no matter who joined you and your lovers, tonight was going to be fun, and whether or not this a blew back in your face was not a problem.

Well, at least not your problem, and at least not now.

You finish getting ready with the fire of vengeance deep in your stomach, jaw set and eyes narrowed as you get the text from Valkyrie saying she was outside waiting with your dishonorable guest (your words, not hers).

You greeted the older man with a curt nod bordering on polite. Luckily, he pays more attention to Thor, moving to shake his hand despite the award angle.

If it were any other context you’d spit in his face, make a passive aggressive comment, something more than all but ignore him as you cross your arms and slump against the fancy leather seating with a small huff. Either Valkyrie pretends not to notice, or she’s too busy allowing Thor to work his patented charms to watch your every move.

Either way, it makes your sour mood that much worse.

The car ride is long, meant originally so that Val could tease you and Thor while she drove (and because all of the closer restaurants may or may not have you banned for life, but that feels like an unimportant detail as you huff and pout in the back of the car). The ride, one you fully expected to be electrifying and fun and full of very unsubtle teasing, is mind-numbingly boring. Valkyrie and the Mystery Man are talking about numbers and other things you don’t care about, the former obviously trying to keep her cool as a man who thinks he knows more than her attempts to explain something she has a master’s degree in. You’re sure that if she could channel you during a particularly bad day to scream and claw at him she would, but no. She’s a professional woman at the top of her field attempting to expertly yield power. For Valkyrie, there is no lashing out; there is no way to regain control once she loses it.

Part of you respects her immensely for this: you acutely know what it’s like to be belittled and demeaned by people who should know better. She’s a bisexual woman of color in a predominately white, male field. Her job is hard, dealing with the men she works with harder. You and Thor listen diligently to her post-work day rants and desire for revenge, help her destress in any number of ways. This part of you wants to snap his neck so he never bothers her again, taking your rightful place as the devil forever keeping watch over her shoulder.

The other part of you wants to snap his neck so that he would leave you and your lovers the fuck alone. Is it too much to ask that you have a nice dinner with Valkyrie and Thor – a dinner where the only thing that could mess with the night’s activities is you!?

As you listen to the man explain what a “tight job market” is again, you wish you could bang your head against the tinted, bulletproof glass so hard you would pass out.

Yes. You think. Yes, it is much too much to ask.

It’s not even thirty seconds later when you get the most magnificent idea. Thor’s not paying attention to you, either, watching the world pass by outside as he thinks about…whatever it is runs through his mind when he’s trying to block out people’s voices.

You wait for the conversation to become loud and thick with tension to strike – knowing neither of the people in the front seat will be paying much attention to whatever it is will happen between you and him. When the time is right, you run your hand over his clothed cock, skin alive with electricity as you feel it twitch.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he hisses low in your ear. “It’ll get you in trouble.”

You just smiled, painted lips twisting into a faux pout and big eyes widening purposefully. “You promise?”

You continue to tease him, sneaking your hand into his pants just to hear his breath hitch. You lean once more, just as your fingers brush over his lace-covered cock.

“I’m getting wet just thinking about you,” you whisper. “Thinking about you coming in your pants before this fancy dinner.”

“If you do that, I’ll cum,” Thor growls lowly, desperate to keep it from Val’s ears.

You smile just as before, leaning close so your perfectly painted lips touch the shell of his ear. “Is that a dare?”

He narrows his eyes at you, trying to remain subtle as Val and the unexpected guest talk about break evens, or something equally boring.

“Seriously, you could get in trouble if you keep doing that!” he whispers, voice pointed.

You just look at him, eyes ablaze with mischief. “Oh, so it’s a challenge.”

Thor just glares at you before turning to look back outside, biting his lip and trying to find a distraction as your hands go down his pants. “Does it make you hard,” you whisper back. “knowing I could do anything I want to you right now? Does is make you hard knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop me?”

Thor’s jaw tenses, but he says nothing back.

“C’mon,” you tease. “Don’t you want to have a little fun with me?”

He shakes his head but says nothing. You huff, baring your teeth a little while you stare daggers into him.

Thor only speaks when Valkyrie’s tone becomes pointed once more, easily covering his own voice. “S-she’ll catch us!” he hisses.

You roll your eyes, fully aware there’s no way either of the people he’s talking about how any interest in either of you. They’re both stubborn, bullheaded, determined to win whatever standoff is happening between the two of them. To consider that they would just turn around to check on you or Thor is ridiculous, to say the least.

There’s no reason they’d look back and see you with one hand down Thor’s pants, the other spread across his thigh; there’s no chance they’d see his eyes screwed shut and his lips barely parted or your wicked grin.

Still, you fun is cut short when the restaurant pulls into view, making you wretch yourself away from Thor while he tucked himself back into his pants and tried to calm the deep blush that had spread across his face. It’s useless, though, because as Valkyrie hands the keys to the valet neither she nor the unwanted guest take a single look at you.  

You roll your eyes as you’re seated at a rounded table in a far corner of the restaurant, you and Thor on one side with Valkyrie and her colleague on the other.

It’s annoying, so annoying. Watching her pay attention to that man, that fucking colleague instead of you. She promised – she promised! – that all of it would be over, that her deadline and goals were going to be met and done and finished and she’d put away her work life for one night to pay attention to you!

(And Thor. But whatever.)

She and the…male…are talking in that tone you recognize from those mind-numbing political dramas Val loves so much. It’s nice, courteous, but fake enough to be sold on Canal Street and threatening enough that it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Needless to say, you don’t like it very much, don’t like it very much at all. You have this indescribable urge to use your perfectly done, almond shaped matte nails to claw into his face – marking him for all to see how easily he was taken down by little ole you.

A similar itty bitty voice wants to fake a medical emergency and order an UberX and to get as far away from him as possible and then fake a slightly more extreme medical emergency every other time you are forced to be around him. There’s just something…slimey about him that you can’t place, like cooked chicken that’s gone bad. It makes you wrinkle your nose each time you have the misfortune of catching him in your eyeline. Thor notices, his face softening as he takes a drink from his glass of ice water.

“You see it, too?” he asks, ducking his head low so to remain unheard by the slimeball in question.

You wrinkle your nose, angling your neck back to whisper in his ear. “I can feel it.”

Thor lets out a small snort before turning back to his first course. You don’t know what he ordered, and don’t care to pick at what Val ordered for you. It becomes obvious halfway through Val’s salad that neither of them – neither of the high powered people in front of you – are paying you any mind. The coworker asks Thor what he does for a living and he’s given the usual lie, that Thor’s a grad student. He doesn’t ask you anything, only giving you a once over before licking his lips and taking a long drink of his expensive red wine.

If you ever wanted to kill someone, right then was the peak of those urges.

It doesn’t take long for you to become a tad more comfortable, a tad of tenseness falling from your shoulders. Almost worse than being uncomfortable, you had become bored. And that, simply, will not do.

The easiest target, Thor, remains unphased by your change in demeanor – either not noticing or choosing not to react. It doesn’t matter his reasoning, you know he’s simple, uncomplicated prey. If the years you’ve known him hadn’t proved that, the incident in the car certainly did.

The next hour or so passes in a blur, the man leaving just before dessert; citing some work emergency or needing to get back to his wife and kids or something else you don’t care to pay attention to (though you do notice he doesn’t offer to pay his portion of the check. Even Valkyrie seems annoyed about that). He’s waved away with a curt goodbye, tense words of rehearsed professionalism exchanged as he waits for his UberX to arrive. It’s uncomfortable to say the least, and you silently rejoice when he finally exits the building.

The second he’s out of sight, though, you’re grabbed by the back of your neck and dragged so your nose touches Val’s.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” she hisses, teeth bared and jaw tense.

You’re stunned by the action, but not enough to not give her a small, wicked smile along with a small, “no.”

Just as Valkyrie’s about to retaliate, the waiter comes around the corner to deliver the dessert menu. She lets go of you immediately, pretending (just as the scrawny waiter is) that no one witnessed the interaction as the waiter begins to rattle off the night’s specials. The three of you choose something different with the same fake smile plastered over your face, one that drops the second he returns to…wherever it is waiters and waitresses go once they’re done talking to customers.

Val turns to you once more, grabbing your knee through the fabric of your dress – a warning. “Just you fucking wait until we get home. If you keep being a brat, you’ll regret it.”

You don’t respond, instead taking a sip of your ice water in a cup that’s one step down from a wine glass. You’re exactly where you want to be, why would you apologize, try to walk back your actions or plead for forgiveness? Now that Valkyrie was giving you the attention you were playing for, there was nothing you felt the need to explain.

The rest of the meal is nice, easy – you all ordered different desserts and pass spoonfuls of each dish between the three of you. It’s nice and sweet, a direct contrast to the sharpness Val had demonstrated just minute before. All three of you continue in your happy little bubble all the way home, cute and smiling and confusing the old heterosexual couples in the restaurant as you sit and leave together.

It all melts away, though, when you get inside the house.

The second you cross the threshold; Val grabs you by the arm and pulls you close to her. You yelp, more in surprise than pain – either way, she ignores you.

“Get your ass in the bedroom and stand at your place, facing the corner, while I wait for you,” she hisses, teeth barred. You whimper when she pushes you away, stumbling up the steps as you scutter off. You fear if you stay or so much as mumble a dissent, she’ll issue a much harsher punishment than the one she’s already planning. Given the anger in her face, you shudder at the thought.

Thor remains just inside the door, hands at his side and awaiting instruction.

Val only turns to him when you were out of sight. He stands there, cock hardening once more in his dress pants while her eyes bear into his.

One of her hands goes to cup his cheek, thumbing over his light stubble. “How are you so well-behaved and she’s like that?”

Thor just gives a small shrug before following the woman he loves up the stairs, trailing behind her as she navigates the prime wood floors despite her high heels and sour mood.

When she arrives in the room she exhales slowly through her nose, not necessarily happy to find you in the place she specified – but at least she hasn’t been disappointed once more tonight.

“Turn around,” she instructs you. You huff and cross your arms over your chest but do as you’re told. “Now, watch what could happen to you if you chose to behave.”

Valkyrie goes to unlock the special drawer at the top of her custom dresser, the solid gold key held on an anklet she wears all day every day. From it she takes Thor’s special collar – the deep blue one with solid white trimmings and PROPERTY OF BRUNNHILDE engraved into a small placard that rests in the center.

Thor accepts the mark of ownership[ with ease and it makes you want to roll your eyes. He’s always one to give in easy, who lives to be dominated. At the first sign of Valkyrie’s dominance, he opens his mouth eagerly for a gag, wiggles his ass for spankings, tilts his neck back to be choked. It’s pathetic, and Val loves it.

“Aw, I’ve barely touched you,” she smiles. “Why are you already opening your mouth, you needy thing.”

Thor just whines high in his throat, pleading up at her as he keeps his position on the floor. He wasn’t asked a question so he can’t respond, can’t speak – all he can do is sit there and hope she takes pity on him and gives him whatever it is he wants, needs.

For now, though, she’s got something more pressing to deal with. She sighs before turning to you in the corner, your nose pressed where the two white walls meet with arms at your side. Below your feet is a light pink mat demarking where you are supposed to be, where Val makes sure you stay when you’re waiting to be punished. If you had done something less bad you might have been able to face outward, but no. Not only had you behaved incredibly poorly, you had dragged Thor into your pitiful little game.

Thor – Val’s golden boy. He’s the apple of her eye, the sun after a storm. Thor’s always good, always perfect; always follows rules and does the right thing and never, ever talks back. He’s always her first pick as a plus-one for parties because he’s so wonderful and charming and can make any man or woman or pet fall head over heels for him. He’s like a fucking golden retriever and you hate him for it.

The worst part about that special, untouched crystal tchotchke of a man is that you’re never allowed touch him, to smudge him with the oil that pools on the pads of your fingers. Each time you see him – all shiny and new like a Tiffany bracelet just out of the packaging – you feel like a child dragged to a fancy art museum, forced to keep her hands in her pockets as adults gaze at timeless works of art.

It infuriates you, and she knows that.

Valkyrie pushes you down to the ground, teeth barred. “Get on your knees and keep your hands behind you, you stupid slut.”

You do as you’re told, bratty façade breaking away.

“Aw, look,” Valkyrie coos to Thor, sarcasm dripping from each word. “Our dumb little whore can follow directions! Isn’t that surprising?”

Thor, always one to follow directions, says nothing in return.

Valkyrie hmms happily at his obedience before turning back to you.

“Are you nervous, baby girl?” she asks. You nod slightly. “You should be. You’ve been a very bad little slut.”

Silently, one hand moves to cradle one side of your jaw, while the other pulls back just to land on your cheek in a sharp SLAP!

You cry out at the sharp pain but still squeeze your thighs together to quell the deep heat in your center.

Valkyrie laughs, lips forming into a sneer. “Just a little pain is getting that little pussy wet, isn’t it?”

Your mouth goes off faster than your brain can process. “I’m still turned on from fucking with your baby boy in the restaurant bathroom.”

SMACK!

Valkyrie slaps the other cheek, speaking over your cries of pain. “If I hit harder, will you be a good girl?”

You cower, too terrified to respond.

“Hm…” Valkyrie hums, unimpressed. “Do you like being punished?” she asks, looking down at you with har arms crossed.

You shake your head.

Val just smirks. “So if I checked right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

You gulp and cast your eyes downward. Still, she continues.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” she spits. “Do you even know why?”

She doesn’t wait for a nonresponse before continuing.

“It’s because deep down you’re just waiting for someone to put you in your fucking place.”

You gulp, but don’t deny it.

“Stand up,” Val hisses, watching as you struggle to get to your feet. As soon as you’re back on your feet she strips you, taking off your dress and then your shoes, leaving you in your lingerie.

Doesn’t even take the time to notice you matching Thor…she really is pissed.

“Spoiled little slut,” Valkyrie hisses. “You just need someone with a firm hand to teach you a fuckin’ lesson, don’t you?”

You swallow, petrified. “I’m sorry.”

Val raises a single eyebrow, but keeps her arms folded. A small victory. “You’re sorry?”

You nod. “Yes.”

She narrows her eyes. “Sorry what?”

“Sorry-“you hesitate, terrified of saying the wrong thing.

“Daddy,” Valkyrie instructs.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you mumble.

She narrows her eyes once more and you scramble to correct your mistake.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, straightening your back to enable you to look her dead in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being bad, Daddy.”

Valkyrie just hmms, tapping her foot against the hardwood  floor. “You know that alone isn’t going to convince me to forgive you, right?”

You cower away from her, shaking your head. “No, Daddy.”

“Well,” she sighs, looking to Thor – who just gives her a light shrug, just as before. Like most men, he never knows what to do with you. “I’ll just have to take you over my knee, won’t I?”

You gulp. Over the knee always lead to something more – something worse. You’re terrified to find out what that might be.

Val sits herself on the bed, gesturing for you to lay yourself across her thighs. You give her a sneer but do as you’re told, laying your naked body across her legs as you wait for your punishment to officially commence.

She runs her perfectly manicured nails over the supple skin of your ass and back, watching as goosebumps form and a shiver runs up your spine. One hand rests on the back of your neck, holding you in place, while the other ghosts over your center.

When you whine, harsh slaps are laid against your ass, at least ten in quick succession. She ignores your cries as she yanks your head back by your hair as she sneers.

“You brats just love trying to get under my skin, but the moment I tease you, suddenly I’m the bad guy?” Valkyrie laughs while staring down at you. “Don’t act like you’re not getting exactly what you wanted, baby.”

For the first time that night, you bite your tongue and stay quiet.

“So now she wants to listen,” Val smirks. “Now the little brat wants to shut her filthy whore mouth and open her little ears.”

You whimper, curling into her as she continues to spank you until your ass is burning. Tears are threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes when she stops, pushing you off of her and back onto the floor.

“Enough punishment for you,” Val says, turning back to Thor. “I’m gonna focus my attention on someone who actually deserves it.”

The man in question remains in position across the room – him leaning on his heels with hands palm-down on his deliciously thick, bare thighs.

Fuck, what you wouldn’t do to ride him.

Valkyrie cups his scruffy cheeks with one hand, the other moving to run through his perfectly tussled hair.

“You wanna be my good little whore?” she asks, gazing down at his wide eyes.

Thor licks his lips, nearly jumping out of his skin with his red cock bouncing against his stomach. “Yes, Daddy. I want to be your good little whore.”

“And you’re going to be a good boy and do as you’re told. Aren’t you?” she asks, smiling as she watches him fight back a moan.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Valkyrie smiles, cooing. “See? It’s not that hard to be good, is it?” She lets out a faux sigh, tutting. “I don’t understand why some sluts just can’t get it into their dumb little brains that it’s better to behave.”

Neither of you say anything, the silence heavy; you have nothing to say, no retort at the tip of your tongue. Your whole being is zero-d in on Val as she instructs Thor to shed her of her black, lace panties – but not before making him leave a kiss there.

“You’re going to eat me out,” she says, backing up against the wall. “But remember, you’re not allowed to touch me unless I tell you. And good little whores do as they’re told, isn’t that right?”

You can see Thor swallow around his heavy tongue, eyes blown with lust. “Yes, Daddy. Good little whores follow instructions.”

Valkyrie just smiles. “Good boy. You may begin.”

Thor dives between her thighs without hesitation, Valkyrie moaning unabashedly as he licks at her clit, drinking her juices like nectar from a forbidden fruit.

“Is it turning you on?” Valkyrie laughs as you whine from your place across the room. “Watching my boy eat me out against a wall?”

You gulp and nod best you can, desperate to please.

“Good girls don’t like this kind of stuff,” she says, lips curled into a fake smile. “But you’re not a good girl, are you?”

You’re nearly shaking as she moans, pressing her center further against his face.

As soon as he’s given permission Thor throws one of her legs over his shoulder as he spreads her folds with one hand and grips her hip with the other.

“Aren’t you a good little slut,” Val murmurs, pushing Thor’s hair from his face.

He moans, eyes screwed shut. His hand leaves her hip to push one, two fingers into her. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your slut.”

Val’s own screams are broken, loud – he’s excellent with his hands and finds that spot inside of her easily, coaxing her to her peak with ease. As she comes down from her high, panting, Thor looks up from her legs, silently begging for praise with glazed-over eyes.

She grants it to him when she catches her breath, rewarding him with sweet low words that melt like butter on Thor’s golden skin.

“Such a pretty boy for me, aren’t you?” she coos. “So well-behaved for your Daddy, so good at following instructions and making Daddy feel good.”

You growl silently from your place on the floor as praises fall easily from her lips, wishing you could get that same treatment. You know you don’t deserve it, especially after the stunt (or stunts) you pulled tonight. Still, you wish you were the one on your knees, being coddled by Valkyrie as you gave her as much pleasure as she could ever want.

Val clears her throat one last time before speaking again, legs still a little shaky. “Now, I’m going to tie you up so you can sit there, dripping, while I give my good boy whatever he wants,” she tells you, getting out the rope.

You whimper as Thor moans loudly, holding your wrists out obediently as she walks over to you.

There are times you want to push and push – but the threat of being tied up and discarded into a corner while Thor gets all the glory while you’re denied or punished (or both) further whips you right into shape. Somehow you had missed stopping at the edge, had jumped off the cliff with no parachute. So you accept your fate, wait as Val bends down to tie your wrists.

“It’s a little too tight,” you whine, flexing your hands.

“I know,” she tells you plainly. “I don’t want you running off like last time.”

By “last time” she meant one of the first times she had ever tried rope play (not only with you, but in her life). As many inexperienced riggers have undergone, she looked up mid-orgasm to find that you had wriggled your way out of your bounds and were able to get yourself off. She was mad at you, of course – wouldn’t let you live it down despite how long it had been since that night.

She was mad at herself, too, though. Valkyrie is not a woman who enjoys feeling as if she has failed, especially when it comes to you and Thor. The sight of you writhing freely on the plush carpet in pleasure instead of tightly wound while a vibrator was placed just out of reach was something Val had thought about for weeks before she had found a night with enough time for the precise execution she felt necessary.

All three of you were sitting on the floor of the bedroom. She had Thor hold you as she followed the instructions she had memorized, eyes trained on the rope as she weaved intricate, functional patterns over your skin while she tied a vibrator in place. You struggled the whole time, but Valkyrie didn’t mind. She liked it quite a lot, actually – always revels in how your will to fight never ceases but your ability slowly surrenders to whatever bonds or complex mental game she had set for you.

She was fucking Thor with the new dildo she’d bought for his birthday when she heard something she knew she shouldn’t: you, moaning. Not whimpering, not whining, but moaning. Without regard to how Thor felt about the matter she pulled out so she could see why you were making noises associated with unfettered pleasure instead of merciless teasing.

She found you, fucking yourself against the vibrator with eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Valkyrie shudders at the thought, at failing once more. For her, falling short has never been an option – in academics, in her professional life, and, now, with you.

So she checks the ropes, then rechecks them, before leaving you on the floor alone once more, allowing her to return to her other, more obedient lover with the security of knowing your arms and legs are bound.

Thor watches the woman’s every move, still on the floor but holding infinitely more freedom than you do. His eyes are glued to her form, watching her like trapped prey watches a predator as it awaits its impending death.

Then again, is Thor prey? Is he the one tied up, awaiting judgement day? Or is he the sweet little pet of some apex predator who sees the ocean floor she prowls as a playground.

“What do you want, baby boy?” Valkyie asks, trailing her perfectly painted almond-shaped nails against his chiseled chest.

Thor gulps before answering. “I, I want you to ride me, Daddy.”

Without further discussion, Val grabs him by the collar and pushes him onto the bed, practically devouring him as her lips meet his. When she pulls away Thor chases her – and is met with Valkyrie’s firm hand pressing him back onto the sheets he had changed that morning.

You can see his eyes – the helpless, dazed that washes over his face as he realizes his pinned to the sheets.

“You want me to ride you, baby boy?” she purrs, teasing him.

Thor nods and stutters out a small “please,” pulling his head back to expose his neck.

Valkyrie just chuckles, moving to bite bruises into the tender skin there, still avoiding the place he wants her the most.

The man under her moans lewdly, fingers digging into the sheets with knuckles going white.

Valkyrie lets out a small laugh when she moves away – finally able to take in the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. This is that art piece in that museum you were bemoaning earlier, the thing she made sure you’d never damage.

When she aligns his aching cock with her center you nearly explode, desperately wishing you could be riding Thor’s face or groping Val’s tits or something that isn’t you being unable to touch either of them.

The ache between your legs only worsens as you watch Val grind her hips, as you watch Thor’s large hands grab everywhere he can.

“You want to come inside me?” she asks, breathless as she fucks herself onto your shared lover’s cock. “You want to eat your cum from inside my pretty pussy?”

Thor groans, eyes screwed shut. “P-please, please I want to-“

“Shh,” she coos, “It’s okay, baby boy. It’s okay, just do what you wish. This is your reward.”

Thor nods, whispering a slurred “thank you” before fucking into her harder, using everything he can find inside himself to chase the ultimate pleasure.

“C’mon baby,” Val coos. She’s close, you can tell by her strained voice and God all you want is to be up there, kissing her or rubbing her clit or doing anything to help her feel pleasure.

But no – you just have to watch as her stomach contracts and Thor whines at the feeling of her orgasming pussy on his close cock, babbling as he comes with a deep groan; his whole body tensing as his eyes screw shut and mouth hangs open. Even from your shitty angle on the floor you can tell how beautiful he looks, how beautiful they both look as they come together. You’re both jealous and remarkably happy – wishing you could be up there with them but thankful you’re so much as allowed to watch the other two people in your relationship.

It doesn’t take long for them both to dissolve into an overstimulated puddle, each of them trying to catch their breaths as you await the next stage of your seemingly-never ending punishment. It comes after what feels like forever, when Val nudges him to move over.

Thor lets out a frustrated groan but rolls over, leaving room for what the woman on top of him plans to do next.

Valkyrie moves to grab a toy and its matching harness from its special drawer in the walk-in closet, where each dildo is arranged in ascending order by size and girth with the harnesses. It was one of the chores Thor was made to do the morning after along with changing the sheets and restocking the water/snack minifridge that remained in arms reach of the bed. Valkyrie prefers a tidy home, one where she knows where everything is because everything is in its place.

Being the hurricane of a woman that you are, though, these moments of bliss are minuscule and fleeting – days full of shopping for clothes and trying dessert recipes you’d found online and annoying Thor by moving things just out of place.

It’s one of those little things you do that drives Val insane, one of the things that drives her to fuck you as hard as she currently wants to.

When she’s got the toy snug against her skin she stalks over to your place on the bed. You’re forced onto your back, knees forced to your chest to allow the woman on top of you easy access to your dripping center.

“Aw,” Val laughs. “You get so wet for me, don’t you?”

You nod, trying to give her your best innocent doe eyes. “Y-yes Daddy.”

Her smile reaches her temples as she enters you at an achingly slow pace, keeping you bent in half as she watches your face like an eagle watches a muskrat, as she watches your eyes roll to back of your head and you whine for more. “I know exactly what you want, princess. Know exactly what you need-“

She grunts as she begins to fuck into you harder, reveling in the sounds of your dripping pussy each time the toy bottoms out. It’s loud and pornographic, mirroring the depth of your moans.

“I-I-“ you stutter. “D-Daddy p-please!”

Val just smirks, reaching one hand out so she can snap to grab Thor’s attention. With no words exchanged between the two of them, he grabs the large cordless vibrator and switches it to the highest setting before handing it off.

Even if they were speaking, the screams that erupted from you as the toy was pressed to the most sensitive part of you would drown them out. Your loud babbling and the tears flowing from your face only push Val to fuck you harder, not letting up even as you squirt once, twice onto the covers – soaking the bed and your thighs and Val’s toy and her thighs and probably the mattress. She only pulls out when you beg in the broken voice she loves so much, when you finally give into her demands and apologize.

“I-I-“ you whimper, some last part of you holding out. Val knows this, knows she just as to wait one more moment before you’ll finally give in.

Still, she gives you a little nudge off the edge of the cliff. “C’mon love,” she murmurs into the sweaty skin between your shoulder blades. The contact makes you shudder, and she knows she’s got you right where she wants you. “It’s okay, just tell me what’s on your mind.”

You swallow what little spit is left in your dry mouth as you desperately attempt to speak clearly. “I, I’m sorry, Daddy.”

She smiles wide, kissing your temple. “I forgive you.”

You lay there, twitching, as Val pulls out the thick toy from your dripping center. Somehow you find it in you to choke at the empty feeling, to reach a hand out in a pathetic attempt to bring her body back to yours. It doesn’t work – Valkyrie has to put the toy in the bathroom for Thor to clean later and needs to grab water and a snack for the both of you. Still, you make small, sad noises as she walks from your shaky line of sight.

Thor does his best to comfort you, draws a lazy hand across your sweaty stomach and draws random patterns on your bare thighs. “She’ll be back soon,” he tells you breathily. You know he’s right – Val always returns back to you whether she’s traveling to the kitchen or Dubai. That doesn’t make it any easier to hear the patter of her footsteps become quieter as she leaves, though.

It feels like an eternity when she returns, holding a tray with a pitcher of ice water, cups, forks, slices of strawberry-vanilla cake Thor had made after you requested it oh-so-sweetly a day prior, had given him puppy eyes and jutted your bottom lip out. Val places the tray on the floor in front of you and him, pulling you into her lap as you two eat in silence. Only occasionally does she steal a bite from either of you, leaving kisses on random bits of skin while telling you how good you two did, how proud she is of both of you.

When you’re both finished Val puts it all aside on her nightstand, allowing you and Thor to lay down with her.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me next time?” Val asks as you snuggle into her side. Thor wraps himself around you, large body warming yours. His arms, thick as your head, are long enough rest on Valkyrie’s hips.

You leave a kiss on her bare ribs, smiling. “Not a chance.”

[casualmaraudering]

Do you have anymore trans Remus headcannons that you haven’t talked about yet? Also your rant about Remus/Lily and the boys growth is !!! 💯 🌻

my dear I always have headcanons that I haven't talked about yet so here's some more of my favourite boy (this turned out to be mostly wolfstar shdkshs I hope you don't mind)

- Sirius is the CEO of buying pride merch so any trans flag stuff Remus has, there's a 97% chance Sirius got that for him. same with the bi stuff (Sirius himself loves the rainbow flag cuz gay so he has so many of that on his person)

- dyed his hair pastel pink because colours aren't gendered and boys can and should like pink (Sirius finds his hair irresistible. how can you resist pink curls. you cannot)

- he's quite shorter than Sirius and sometimes it'll make him feel very self conscious cause people can be really rude about stupid things like that (and it is the dumbest shit I HATE when people say mean shit about people's height or insinuate that being short is feminine and tall is masculine i will slit your throat if you come for my short boys fucking watch me). but then Sirius does cute stuff like rests his chin on Remus's head and hugs him from behind and says they're clearly meant for each other cause they fit so well together. a bitch just wants to be held sometimes so it makes Remus feel tons better

- also they have different physiques obvs, like aside the obvious body differences Remus is allergic to exercise and Sirius works out quite a lot so he's broader in the shoulders and whatnot. Remus kind of drowns in Sirius's shirts and hoodies but he loves that, not only they're cosy but also they're big so they help with covering any body issues, win win

- also fun fact about the first time they went to pride together - Lily thought it'd be fun to do some pride makeup or something, so she did some flags with eyeshadow. but what Sirius didn't know is that his skin is Extremely sensitive and so they ended up at home like two hours later cause he had an allergic reaction. he was fine but his face was very puffy and squishy for like two weeks and he Refused to leave the house. Remus has photo evidence of that but Sirius would murder him if he knew

- being hit on in a gay club??? is like the biggest confidence boost???? Remus's low self esteem does a blushy emoji when boys talk to him (Sirius is super jealous but as long as the guy doesn't get handsy, he doesn't say anything cause Remus deserves the attention tbh)

- pretty much the same if women hit on him tho. his bisexual ass is all like,,,, pretty lady,,,,,, someone save him

- Remus, throughout his life, has identified as all of the letters in LGBT and yes he makes jokes about it all the time

- Sirius is a gay disaster and you bet his proposal was something sappy and yet dorky like "you know how you changed your first name? how would you like to change your last name, say, to Black?" Remus did not register it at first and was about to roll his eyes and be like 'what did you see that joke on tiktok-' but bam Sirius looking very nervous and having a ring and Remus's brain has entered shutdown mode

- ofc he said yes. and they both mightve cried. just a little bit tho

- Sirius wants a pride wedding with their flags. he wants it and so he will do anything within his power and rich people money to make it happen

- Remus isn't big on wedding planning. or weddings in general, so he lets Sirius lead the plans aside some important decisions that they make together

- the flower arrangements end up a subtle trans flag, the cake is a layered rainbow cake, and there's also some subtly bisexual balloons.

- ever since they get married Sirius's favourite word is 'husband'. Remus doesn't have a name anymore, now he is Sirius's husband and Sirius will use any opportunity to say it.

- even to James he's always like "ah yes me and my husband-" he's gay and in love he has no chill ok

[gloricusmourning]

Winifred “Winnie” Sanderson Moone // 37 // Witch

Winnie loves to be in control of all situations at all times. She’s not one to let her guard down.

Because she doesn’t let her guard down it’s rare you will see her drunk. Sure, she’ll have a few drinks but she won’t get wasted very often.

That’s not to say she doesn’t like a good party now and then. She just doesn’t let herself get as loose as others.

Despite her distaste for children she’d like to have one of her own someday, but only to pass down the Sanderson magical bloodline. She’s unsure if she has the capacity to love a child but she would do her best to care for it.

That being said she would only have a child with someone who possesses magical abilities like herself.

Being the eldest of her sisters was difficult sometimes because they’re such idiots. She always had a strong head on her shoulders though and did her best for them. And despite her frustrations with them she does care for the two. She just doesn’t show it often.

Winnie was a cold and cruel child, killing animals for fun and taunting other children. This carried on into her adulthood.

She wants to know what happened to the coven and her “mother.” It disturbs her that she doesn’t have the answers but she will dig until she finds them.

Max, Allison, and Dani are three people she watches very very closely. She knows they are snoopy and will make sure they stay out of her business.

Because she needs to feel loved and wanted she finds the most willing people to do so. Ozzy could be a good example of that. He’s not the greatest guy in Walt Grove but he’s decent enough to invite into her bed.

If she actually found out Sarah (Or Mary) was fooling around with him though she would not hesitate to make his life a living hell. Perhaps she would curse him with bad luck so he could never win a card game again. That’s just one of many of her thoughts though.

She enjoys being Winnie Moon at the Fates’ fortune telling shop. She loves fooling people and despite not being a psychic herself she has a strong sense of intuition.

Halloween is a very special day to her. She thinks the costumes and trick or treating are silly but doesn’t mind dressing up for a party. The day is when she is at her most powerful though. She’s stronger and her magic is wicked powerful. A full moon on Halloween is even better.

Chaotic bisexual

Dresses boldly when she wants to. Not quite goth but borderline. Black, green, and reds are her favorite colors to dress in. Rocks a bold lip and dramatic eyeshadow.

When she needs to be though she dresses down so she’s not noticeable.

[deathsteel]

This Ain’t a Scene Its a Goddamn Drag Race

A RuPaul Drag Race AU ft your favorite gay angel and bisexual himbo

~Part One~ 

“It’s starting!” he called, wiggling deeper into his usual spot on the couch as he pulled the afghan his brother had knitted for him tighter over his shoulders. “You’re gonna miss it!” 

The commercial on the screen ended and the familiar logo for the show flashed across the screen. 

“Previously on Drag Race…”

“Goddamnit, we have a DVR,” the other man said, skidding into the room with a gigantic bowl of popcorn in his hands. He flopped down and tugged on the corner of the afghan until the first man relinquished a corner of it to him. “You coulda paused it. Did you start the recording? I told your brother we’d record it.”

“Yes, I’m recording it,” the first man sighed, reaching over to snag some popcorn. “It’s not like we didn’t already see all this happen anyway.”

“It’s all in the editing, gummy bear.” the smaller man snarked right back as the intro segment went through its familiar rigamarole on the screen before them. “Now, shush up.”

The other man grumbled in reply, but smiled around his pilfered popcorn. 

Holly Cummunion didn’t bother to hide her smile when she waggled her fingertips at Maura Less as she was sashaying away. She knew the camera would catch her acting like a shady bitch, which wouldn’t win her the crown for Miss Congeniality, but she couldn’t help celebrating the fall of the two-faced monster  that was ‘Destraura’. The fact that the other contestant leaving would make Tasha happy too was just an unintended consequence. 

“Ladies,” Gabby Reale called, garnering the attention of the five remaining contestants after Maura had finally dragged her saggy ass off of the runway. “I hope you take the judges' critiques to heart going forward. You’re my final five, so if you’re still thinking that less is more, well...”

Gabby ended the subtle dig at the eliminated contestant with a coy twist of her shoulders that made the sequins on her deep red ball gown sparkle. 

Holly swallowed hard as she remembered that she had been critiqued heavily by the guest judge for not wearing enough makeup to cover her five o’clock shadow and nodded along solemnly with the other queens. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been in the bottom two, at this point even the littlest things could mean you were lip syncing for your life. 

“And remember, if you can’t love yourself then how in the hell are you gonna love anybody else? Can I get an ay-men?!” Gabby recited, raising her hand up like Sister Mary Clarence feeling the holy spirit move her. 

“Ay-men!” Holly recited along with the other girls, waiting for Gabby’s call of “Now let the music play!” before rushing over to gather Kim Chi  close to her in a celebratory hug.

“Girl you slayed it!” Holly whispered in her ear, referring to the lip sync battle that the other queen had just won against Maura Less. They’d sung Britney Spears’ Toxic, which was poetic because Maura had been bragging about her Britney skills the whole damn competition, even done a passable impersonation in the Snatch Game. 

Kim just showed her teeth and pulled Holly out onto the runway to dance with her, filming the scene that would play with the end credits of the episode when it aired on T.V. She didn’t have to force a smile as she danced, despite how tired she was, after all she was one step closer to becoming America’s next drag superstar. 

The quintet made it back to the workroom to find ‘You betta werk, E! #Destraura4Lyfe’  scrawled on the mirror in bright pink lipstick. Holly just rolled her eyes at that because no surprise there, trust Maura to be a fucking troll to the bitter end. 

“Well it’s sweet she left us all personal messages,” Kim said sarcastically, snagging up the spray bottle of glass cleaner that had been left on the workspace for her and spraying it liberally over Maura’s parting words. “Bye, bye bye, bitch.”

The other four queens watched in relative silence as Kim finished her task; Dianne Tawank started fidgeting with the tape that was holding up her strapless dress and Holly couldn’t wait to kick off her heels even if wandering around the workroom in her hose would ruin them. 

“Sorry your incestuous little clique got broken up, Momma,” Tasha Salad drawled in Eva Destruction’s direction as the other queen watched Kim’s cleaning with a despondent look on her face. “Guess you’ll have to groom another kitten to play with.”

“I’m not your ‘Momma’, Potato,” Eva Destruction snapped, using the derivative nickname that she and Maura had been calling Tasha behind her back since the beginning of the competition. 

Holly was pretty sure it was the first time the other queen had heard it used to her face because Tasha’s mouth dropped open in pretty genuine looking shock before her expression morphed into fury. 

“Just being respectful to my elders,” Tasha retorted, glancing over at the now clean mirror before storming towards her area of the work room that held her wigs and gowns and many, many trunks of shoes. “But I guess the opera gloves are coming off, Evil.”

Dianne snorted into her hand and rolled her eyes at the other two queens before she dismissed them both and started gingerly tugging at the tape on her dress so that she could take it off. Though her chest was waxed, the other queen still winced as she rolled her skin tight purple dress down her body; revealing angry red marks from the tape, painted on cleavage, padding attached to the inner lining of her dress, and a toned body that Holly couldn’t help but spare a glance at as she moved towards her own makeup kit that held her cold cream near the mirror. 

She’d been single for almost five years, she was fucking allowed to look. Dianne just winked at her in the reflection of the mirror before she swanned over to her where her wig styling head was and started tugging at the edges of her ginger, lace-front wig. 

“Oh, can’t we all just get along, girls?” Holly asked Kim rhetorically, earning a girlish giggle from her as she bounced around in her platform heels causing the tutu she was wearing to flutter prettily. 

Holly presumed the other queen was running on leftover adrenaline from her near-miss with elimination, but her excess energy could also be due to the fact that Kim was about ten years younger than her. God, she made her feel old. 

“What-ever,” Eva scoffed, kicking her heels off without a care to the fact that one of the size 13s almost caught Kim in her shin. “You can’t even be bothered to scrape off that sandpaper on your chin so excuse me if I don’t think you’re the best person to be leading a kumbaya drum circle.”

“Just cause I live on the west coast,” Holly replied evenly, leaning in close to the mirror so she could start smearing cold cream over her jawline. “Doesn’t mean I’m a hippie, so fuck you. And my jaw may be rough, but at least it doesn’t rub as bad as watching my girlfriend get sent home by a teenager. Does it, Mother-dear?”

“Bitch, what’d I just say?” Eva started, rounding quickly on Holly until the older queen was looming menacingly behind her in the mirror.

“Now, now, ladies,” Dianne chided in her clipped British accent as she shimmied the rest of her way out of her dress; draping it carefully over a dress form before she started scratching her painted nails through her short blonde hair that had gotten flattened to her head with sweat while under her wig. “Can you please save your bickering for tomorrow? When I’m hungover enough from celebrating my win to tune you all out?”

There was a tense silence that Dianne must have taken as agreement because the queen just nodded to herself and started tugging the hip padding out of her tights. Holly focused her own attention on getting off as much of her makeup as she could for now and then started the arduous task of getting her own tight, structured dress off without ripping out the boning in the bodice; that shit was a bitch to fix and her fingers already hurt from helping Kim stitch herself into her own dress for the evening. 

Within half an hour the five glamourous women who had entered the workroom had been defrocked down to the five average, gay men that made up their cores. It wasn’t until one of the show’s production assistants was going around to remove their microphones for the evening and the cameras were shut off that one of them spoke up. 

“Anyone down for pizza tonight?” Kevin asked, scratching at a stray smear of his bright green eyeshadow that had somehow ended up on the back of his hand. “My treat?”

“I’m in,” Castiel replied, earning a quick smile from the short Asian man as the group began to head out of the studio; back to the hotel rooms that were their home away from home for the time that they were filming the show. “Balthazar?”

“As long as I can drink as well,” the British expat replied, twitching with the collar of the leather jacket he was wearing over a tight Henley as they emerged into the brisk evening that was San Francisco in early November. 

Balthazar always seemed to be dressed to impressed even though when off camera the contestants spent most of their time playing cards in their hotel, forbidden to go out for even a nightcap by their contracts and an ever watchful security team. They also couldn’t have cell phones, web access, watch the news, or have any contact whatsoever with their family and friends; which was a whole separate bitch in and of itself. 

One thing that all of the contestants had agreed on though was that their rooms had great mini bars, an even better porn selection, and more than enough take-out menus to suit every possible taste. 

“Well, jailbait can’t drink any of it,” Raphael answered in a bored tone as he picked at his chipping nail polish. The other man looked up when his remark was met with silence and it was then he saw the scathing look that Castiel and Balthazar were giving him as Kevin blushed down at his feet. “Whaaaat? You bitches know I’m joking.”

“It’s fine,” Kevin muttered, flinching when Luc shouldered impatiently past him to climb into the backseat of one of the black town cars that was waiting for them at the curb. “You want pizza, Luc?”

“Fuck your pizza,” Luc growled back, his eyes noticeably red-rimmed. “Can we go now?”

The four men looked meaningfully at each other, but it was Castiel that broke first; letting out a deep sigh before he pulled his old college hoodie tighter around himself and climbed into the empty seat beside Luc. Kevin, Raphael and Balthazar would take the other car, unwilling to ride with the sullen man since his friend had just been sent home. 

Castiel suspected (and apparently others did too) that the pair were more than ‘just friends’, but since romantic relationships between contestants were forbidden they had kept mum about Luc and Michael’s closeness while in front of the producers; allowing them to think it was a harmless clique that had formed as they tended to do on reality shows. But it was obvious by how upset the other man was, sniffling into the cuffs of his long sleeved red shirt, that something more had definitely been going on between the two queens. 

“I put him in drag for the first time,” Luc said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them on the short drive from the studio to the hotel. 

“Are you going to be okay?” Castiel questioned, unable to hide his concern for the other man, even though it smacked of an overreaction. Hell, it's not like Michael had died or anything; just gone back to New York for a while. 

“Bite me, cum-stain,” Luc replied and Castiel rolled his eyes at the unimaginative nickname. 

He was willing to bet money that that particular gem had been Michael’s idea of a parting shot; not $100,000 of course, but at least a tenner or something. Castiel was pretty certain either way that he’d win it back. 

[thisiswhathappenswhenimbored]

we can’t tell the future but that’s just the beauty of the world we know.

Do you own pastel-colored pants?  I don’t think I do anymore. What type of lotion do you use? Whatever unscented lotion I can find. 

What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Probably Aeropostale or Old Navy. 

If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Blue.

What is your favorite color, do you look good in it, & do you wear it a lot? Blue, I don’t wear it often though.

Name someone you know who hates pink. Breezy, my three year old. 

What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? I don’t have a particular favorite, I like almost all of her songs. 

Do you kill bugs? I have pest control come every three months so that I don’t have to deal with bugs because if I see it in my house it’s gonna die.  

Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? Absolutely not. 

Do you own any rompers? I used to. I don’t think I do anymore though.

What’s one thing you’ve done to celebrate Earth Day? I try to plant a tree or plant of some kind.

Do you use window clings? No. What color is your stapler? I don’t own a stapler.

Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? No, I sit in my bed with my laptop on my lap.

What do you miss about college? I never really got the college experience. I got pregnant & married instead.

Was your middle school crush the same as your high school crush? Nope, I didn’t go to school with my middle school crush after middle school. 

What is/was your dream school? I grew up in California so I really for the longest time wanted to go to USC or UCLA. However, after high school I wanted to go to VCU, but we couldn’t afford it. 

Do you wish you could talk to someone about your past? If so, who? No, I attempted to go to therapy for postpartum depression but my therapist just wanted to focus on my dad’s alcoholism. So I just don’t really care to anymore, I have moved past it on my own so I don’t really want to relive it. 

What motivates you?  Music. My kids. My husband. 

Have you ever completed a weight loss program? Nope.

When was the last time you did something for the first time? I was just talking to my husband about this the other day, I can’t remember what we were talking about though. But I fried shrimp for dinner for the first time, that was exciting & it was delicious. ��

Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Either? I don’t really celebrate anymore, unless you count my lilies & bottle of liquor from my husband. I like to celebrate with my kids more. 

Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? Decorate for what? I’ve been in my house for over 18 months & it’s still not decorated. 

What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? Year round, iced caramel macchiato with extra caramel, light ice and whole milk. I count down to holiday drink time though caramel brulee latte is my absolute favorite Starbucks drink ever. 

What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? Probably my PJs, my three year old & I take plenty of selfies on Snapchat everyday. She loves filters. 

What’s on your wish list right now?  A lot of stuff, the number one thing was a new laptop & my husband already bought me one so I have to figure out what else there is so that people have something to buy me for Christmas. 

What do you use to sweeten your tea? If it’s iced, sugar. If it’s hot, honey. 

Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? Yes, I actually have a few in my closet right now.

When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? Um I’m not sure. 

How would you rate your self-esteem? Low, healthy, or high? Low.

Do you own a tripod for your camera? No, I don’t have a fancy camera either, I use my phone more than anything.

Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? I liked them both.

Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? No. 

Do you enjoy putting outfits together? No, I never really know what to wear.

Would you rather it rain or snow? Definitely snow.

What does your umbrella look like? It’s black with rainbow polka dots on it. 

What’s one thing you’ve had a toxic reaction to? Do you mean like, emotionally/mentally toxic? Ohhh, I have no idea but I’m sure I’ve been toxic before. 

Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? They’re both cute but I don’t think I’d ever wear a crop top until I lose some weight. 

What’s a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don’t know, I don’t really pay attention to trends. 

Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? I just want to be a YouTuber. I need to start recording. 

Do you like stuffed animals? Yes. Although I’ve given all of mine to my kids.

What was your favorite class in high school? Forensics.

Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? If so, which classes?  I got straight A’s until high school & my first semester in college. 

Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I got zero perfect scores, but I did okay.

Are you happy today? If so, what made you happy today? Eh it’s an okay day. 

Is your bed right by a window? No, it’s across the room from the windows. 

Do you spend more time in your bedroom or your living room? Living room, my husband gets mad when I’m in the bedroom too much. 

Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Christmas.

Do you name stuffed animals still?  No, I help my three year old name hers though. 

 What titles did you win in the senior class polls? Absolutely zero but I’m pretty sure they were rigged my senior year anyway.

Were you popular in school? No, I’m not even really sure anyone besides my friends knew who I was. 

If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Virginia, Indiana, California, & Florida. 

Who was your best roommate? My husband?

Was your first roommate your best roommate? Um the only person I’ve ever lived with is my husband. I mean we lived in a house with like 7 other people at one point but I don’t really think any of them would be considered good roommates, well except one. 

What’s the best family vacation you’ve ever been on? When I was probably about 7 or so we went to New Jersey for Christmas, probably the last time all the cousins were together for a holiday. Anyway someone had chicken pox so they sent all of us out to play together in the sunroom, I had already had it twice so I didn’t end up getting, everyone else did though. We also played in the snow, sledded down the hill & went to the QuikStop (From Clerks) multiple times. 

Have you ever wanted to be a model? No, it’s not something I’ve ever really wanted to do. 

What years did you attend prom? I attended my junior prom my junior year & prom my senior year, did not have fun either time & wish I could go back & change it. 

What do you want to be for Halloween?  Halloween has passed but next year I’m going to try to talk my girls into being the Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus & my husband can be Billy. 

Which member of your family are you closest to? Um? I’m not really sure. I used to be super close to my family but not so much anymore. 

If you have any regrets, what is the biggest one? If not, why do you have no regrets? Letting my dreams fall to the wayside for so long. Giving up on myself after high school. 

Would you ever apply to be on reality TV? Why? I have been telling my best friend for years we need a reality TV show or vlog. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that happens to us/our families.

What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? Meeting my husband, he literally saved my life. I was in a really dark place when I met him & I don’t know where I would be without him or if I would even be alive. 

Do you have a hard time letting things go? Eh my husband hates this about me but no matter how bad you treat me I’m always ready to give you another chance. I believe the best in everyone & I’m always getting hurt because of it. 

What have you accomplished in life that has made you the most happy?  I graduated, I’m the first in my family to do that. I survived my horrendous childhood. I had two beautiful children. I am married to the most amazing man. I am going back to school for a degree in a field that I have dreamed about since I was 7.  Have you ever struggled with your weight? Right now. In high school I was 125lbs at my heaviest. I now weigh 151lbs, I’ve also had two kids & I no longer do ballet. I am struggling with body image issues because of my weight but I’m trying to get on track with losing it. 

Do you like to stay in your pajamas all day long? I mean if I don’t have anything I need to do then yeah I’ll stay in my PJs all day but I try to get dressed. 

In high school did you have a lot of friends? Do you still keep in touch? I had quite a few friends. There was a core group but I still keep in touch with quite a number of my friends. My best friend has been my best friend since September 2004 so like 16 years?

Do you really care about such issues as abortion, religion, and global warming?  Yes because they are inherently serious issues.

Who is the biggest womanizer you know? Hmmm, that’s a tough question because I know quite a few.

Would you ever have a threesome? I’ve had one before but I don’t think I’d ever do it with my husband because well I don’t share. Who is the most attractive person you know? I’m married but I definitely would leave my husband in a heartbeat for Idris Elba, sorry not sorry. 

When did you last feel the most free? Um, I don’t know. Probably the last time I went surfing, forever ago. Is there anyone who likes (or liked) you and had a really hard time getting over you? I don’t know? I know there’s a few people that liked me, but I got married. 

 Did you ever love someone and feel like it was wrong?  No? I was literally always raised that you can’t help who you love, I’m bisexual & knew from a pretty young age. It’s not wrong to love whoever you love.

What’s the longest amount of time you liked/loved somebody for? My husband, we’ve been married almost 10 years.

What song makes you cry? Ummm lots of songs. 

Do you like rock or rap music better? I like both equally, I have very eclectic, taste in music. 

If you could watch someone change, would you? Ummm?

Ever known someone with an eating disorder? I THINK so but she never admitted to it. 

Have you ever had a white Christmas? The day after Christmas 2010 it snowed an unbelievable 18″ in Virginia. 

What’s something you want to do but aren’t sure of yet? I’m not sure, really I’m just living day to day right now.

Biggest lie you ever told? I don’t know & I’d rather not relive my past. 

Do you have a religion? I’m labeled Southern Baptist, although I regard myself as more spiritual than religious. Believe that there is a point to churches?  Of course, people believe what they believe. It gives them a sense of peace to be able to worship their higher power.  How do eat Oreos? I don’t generally eat Oreos.

Converse or Vans? I love Vans.

Dancing or watching others dance?  I love watching competitions. I have no rhythm so when I dance it’s not normally pretty. 

Favorite thing to touch/feel? I don’t really know, I don’t really pay attention.

Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? I’ve been through both, I lived in California for a while & then in Indiana for a while. I’m in Virginia now & lived in Florida for a few years. Been through it all, although I, strangely miss earthquakes. 

Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa is pretty cool. 

Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight?  Gossip is stupid. Do I gossip? Sure, but I don’t spread what I hear & I would never lie about someone. Starting fights is stupid too. We’re not kids anymore. 

What has been the best New Year's for you so far & why? I’m not really entirely sure I’m 30 so I’ve gone through a few New Year’s. 

What is the weirdest fear you’ve ever heard of someone having? Do you have any weird fears, and if so, what are they? I don’t think any fear is weird, no matter what I think about it, it’s very real to that person. My fear that everyone would think is weird is grasshoppers/crickets. I hate them & will not even be in the same room as them. Like I won’t even go into the garage if there’s one in there, I also refuse to mow my lawn because they’re out there & they jump on me.

How did you find Tumblr? I have had a blog on just about every blogging platform that was cool while I was in high school. 

What of the 8 wonders of the world do you find the most fascinating, if any? Hmmm, I’m not sure. I think everything about the world is interesting, there’s so many things that are unexplained & they fascinate me. 

Do you have a webcam? If you do, do you ever use it and what for? I’m trying to get into streaming & starting a podcast. 

What is something that you think is really underrated? Hmmm, I’m not really sure. 

Have you ever had a dream where you died? Did anything weird happen to your body after it? No? At least not that I remember.

What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? How about the most realistic? I’m not sure. I have pretty messed up dreams especially while pregnant. Probably the scariest dream would be the one where my husband died. It was entirely to realistic, like it took my breath away when I woke up.

Do you have a favorite fashion trend? What is it? Is there a fashion trend right now that you think is completely ridiculous, and if so, what?  I really don’t follow trends, fashion is fashion but I’ll wear what I feel most comfortable in. 

Do you tend to like original horror movies or re-makes better? What’s your favorite horror movie? Is it an original or a remake?  I like most all horror movies but recent remakes are shameful. I don’t really have a favorite though, I like them all for the most part, it’s my favorite genre of movie.

What is one characteristic in a person that you cannot stand? What characteristics do you like best in a person? Do you possess any of these characteristics?  I don’t really know. I don’t really like people that don’t have self-control or don’t have patience. I don’t really think I like a certain characteristic more than any other. I’m not entirely sure what characteristics I possess, it will be different to everyone I know. 

What kind of jeans do you like best? I wear mainly leggings lately but I like skinny jeans too. 

What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? My boyfriend was killed by his father. They were fighting over me, my boyfriend wanted to come see me, as I was in a different state. His dad pushed him & he tripped over something & fell out the picture window on the second story, he died from his injuries. I would say it bothers me, for the longest time I was sure we were going to get married, we had planned our whole lives together & then it was ripped away from me in an instant, I didn’t even find out he died until almost a week later.