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visionsoffutile · 19 days

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"Well, did she make you cry? Make you break down"

Gold dust woman: chapter one

The soft hum of music filled the small, dimly lit music store. You leaned against the counter head nodding slightly to beat of Gold dust woman by fleetwood mac off of the rumors album. You'd picked the album for to start the day off. The air smelled of aged records,wood,and faintly something sweet-like vanilla. The smell made the morning less dull.

It was just another slow Saturday. Or you thought.

The small door bell chimed as it opened, letting the cool autumn air in.

In she walked.Regina George.

It was not hard to notice her, it never was. Blond hair, perfectly styled. An outfit that scremed 'fall core', from designer boots to the soft cashmere sweater that hugged off her shoulders just right. She carried that self confidence that most people don't have.

But she walking straight towards you. You swallowed hard,pushing off the counter and trying to compose yourself. Regina fucking George in a music store? This felt like a storm was upon you. Couldn't figure out why she came in or hell even picked this store.

"Hi, can I help you?" Your voice came out more casual than you felt. Inside your heart was racing. You were used to customers, but not customers like her.

She didn't respond right. Instead her eyes roamed the shelves, barley acknowledging your presence at first, as though she was weighing whether you were worth her time. She drifted her fingers across a row of vinyl records, her expression unreadable then finally glanced up at you with those piercing blue eyes.

"I'm looking for something...I have to get a friend a birthday present" she said her voice smooth as a honey but with edge. "Like a taylor swift or lana del rey album."

"Well uh,I got a few suggestions." You said stepping around the counter and making towards lana del rey and taylor swift records. You could feel her watching as you moved, and it sent a shiver down your spine. 'Don't trip, don't trip' mentally chanted.

You pulled out two records one from both artist and showed to her. "So whose birthday?". "Karens" she responded. You put the lana del rey record back. "Taylor is definitely her is vibe."

She stepped closer, inspecting the record in your hands. She was so close now you could smell her perfume, something expensive and intoxicating. You could feel the heat rising in your face.

"You're cute when you're nervous" she said causally, like she was commenting on the weather. Your brain short circuited for a moment. Was Regina George flirting with you? Or just playing some twisted game like she known for?

You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together. "So you want the record or...".

Regina looked at One more, Then back at you."Yes." She shrugged , but there was something in her gaze that felt almost... predatory. It sent a thrill through you.

As you rang her up at the counter you couldn't help but still glances at her. She was on her phone looking on bother, like she hadn't just made your heart do a weird flip.

When you handed her the bag she took it with a smile. "Thanks, what's your name?". You stammered it out, surprise she even cared to ask.

"Hmm." Regina smiles deepend,eyes flickering over you one last time. "I'll see you around y/n."

With that she turned on her heel.And walked out of the store leaving you dumbfounded. The door swung shut behind her soft chime, and the store was suddenly quiet.

You exhaled a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

Somehow you knew this wouldn't be the last time,Regina George walked into your life.

#renee rapp #regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls #x yn #Regina x you #renee rapp x reader

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wh0re43van · 10 months

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Frogger Pt 2 (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You return to peters house to finish what you started, but he’s way ahead of you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Very smutty, Masturbation, sub!peter (no mommy kink tho bc Idr fuck with that), edging, whiny Peter, pantie stealing

A/n: I can’t get this divider to work right and I’ve also just realized that Frogger came out on Atari in ‘83 not ‘73,,, so just ignore that huge plot hole pls 🙏🏻 Speaking of which, I’d like to take this moment to say: Frogger? I hardly know her!

Okay thats it. Thank you for reading!!

Pt 1

After picking my little brother up from school, I pull into our driveway.

“Alright come on, Finn. you’re gonna learn how to heat up a TV dinner today,” I say as I open the passenger door for my brother, ushering him quickly towards our front door.

“Why?” he asks, confused as we enter our home.

“Cause I got shit to do. You’ve got five minutes to ask questions then I’m leaving,” I say as I walk into the bathroom right next to our kitchen to check my reflection. “So, you better start now,” I say as I reapply my lipstick.

“What? Does mom know?” he asks, sounding horrified.

“No and she won’t find out because I’ll be home before she gets back from her Tupperware party and you aren’t gonna say anything,” I say as I shake my finger in his face.

“Y/n, I’m only eight. What if someone breaks in?” he squeaks as he follows my quick steps to the freezer. I open the door, pulling out a random frozen meal.

“Then hide,” I say flatly, knowing that our neighborhood is safe. He looks at me, still horrified.

“Ugh,” I groan before grabbing a pen and writing the Maximoff phone number on our calendar that’s hanging on the fridge. “I’m going to Peters. This is their phone number. Call and ask for me if anything happens. I should be back in an hour or two,” I say before grabbing my keys off the counter and walking to the door. “Lock the doors, don’t answer for anyone unless it’s me, mom, or dad and stay inside the house,” I say as I unlatch the wooden door.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me about the dinner!” he stops me in my tracks.

“You can read right?” I ask, he nods his head. “Directions are on the box,” I lock the door behind me as I all but run towards my vehicle.

As I take the short drive to Peters house, my heart races in anticipation. I hate to admit it, but I managed to get just as worked up as he did- if not, more. My Fleetwood Mac cassette plays loudly in my stereo, but all I can hear is the whimpers that escaped Peter’s mouth earlier. He looked so fucking pathetic writhing underneath me, mewling through shaky breaths; It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of peter standing half naked, desperate, and confused with his pants so tight around his erection that his button could pop off at any moment makes more core ache. I pull up to the Maximoff house, parking halfway on the curb, but I’m in too much of a hurry to fix it. I sprint up to the door, taking a deep breath to compose myself before knocking. Ms. Maximoff soon opens the door.

“Y/n, back so soon?” she grins, allowing me to enter.

“Yes ma'am, I have something that I need to finish,” I smile innocently. She nods.

“Peter should be downstairs, I haven’t seen him since you left,” she walks back to the kitchen, leaving me to make my way to Peter’s room. I quietly walk down the stairs, stepping onto the shag carpet. I freeze in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of me.

Peter sitting upright on his couch, completely naked, his head thrown back, resting on the back of the sofa as his hand pumps his rock hard dick. His eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth hangs agape, releasing the hottest whimpers I’ve ever heard. His cheeks and lips are flushed as his nose scrunches in pleasure… then I hear it.

“Fuck, y/n” he mewls, so quiet I could barely hear it, but the sound of him muttering my name as he strokes himself rings through my ears like a trumpet, making my knees weak.

‘Oh, this gonna be wicked!’ I smirk to myself.

“Yes?” I bite my lip, approaching the disheveled boy. Peter’s so stunned that he just jumps up. He doesn’t zoom away. He just stands there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen.

“I-I-I didn’t- I wasn’t- y/n,” he sputters, I walk up to him, gently pushing him back down to the couch.

“You weren’t what?” I sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest; He’s hot to the touch. “Rubbing one out while thinking about me?” I ask lowly.

“I well, y-y-you just left me,” he says, staring at me with wide eyes, his dick still standing at attention. “I tried not to, it just wouldn’t go away,” he explains as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Hmm,” I tap a finger to my lips in mock consideration. “I think I know how to help you,” I say with a shrug. Peter smiles at me, settling into the couch, closing his eyes, waiting for me to touch him. I get down on my knees in between his legs. “But I need you to show me what you were doing first,” I look up at him, laying my head on his bare thigh. He looks down at me, confused.

“Y-you want me to…” he motions towards his erection.

“Mhm,” I hum, looking at him through my lashes. His cheeks burn bright red, but he slowly moves his hand to his length. I watch intently as he begins to stroke himself. His hand runs over his red, swollen tip and he lets out a quiet whimper. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” I hum.

Even though he’s embarrassed, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. His breath quickens and his dick twitches in his hand as I speak. He picks up speed, obeying my command, letting out a pathetic little moan, as he stares down at me. “I think I know what you’re doing wrong,” the sultry tone drips from my tongue as I sit up on my knees.

“What?” he asks, his voice small as he watches my every move. I take his length into my own hand, dipping my head down, gathering spit in my mouth that I allow to drip from my lips onto his swollen tip. His brown eyes, wide as saucers, watches the saliva trickles onto him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I use my fingers to spread the lubrication around. I hear his breath hitch, then I pull my hand away.

“Now try it,” I smile. I can tell he’s getting sexually frustrated.

“Really?” He whines. “But I want-“ he whines some more before I stop him.

“Do it, Peter,” I say sternly. He gulps, returning his hand to his now slick cock. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” I coo. He looks down at me, nodding his head. I slowly shift from my knees to sit on my ass, keeping his desperate eyes locked into mine. I spread my legs, revealing my soaked white panties underneath my skirt. Peter whimpers loudly at the sight, thrusting his hips into his hand.

“C-come on y/n, what are you tryin’ to do to me?” He groans, breathlessly.

“I’m helping you, quickie,” I giggle lightly before I run my hand over my clothed core. Peter shifts on the couch, sitting up to get a better view. His hand picks up speed around his length. I hum at the contact on my core, laying my head back, allowing my hair to fall from my shoulders down my back. I tilt my head to the side, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when I catch Peters gaze locked onto my dripping panties, not even blinking as he pumps his cock mercilessly. The muscles in his arm tense and his dick twitches, precum oozes out.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-“ he whimpers breathlessly.

“Stop,” I demand. “Remove your hand, Peter,” I direct him as I continue rubbing circles on my clit through the thin cotton. With a reluctant whimper, he pulls away.

“Mmm,” I slide my panties slowly down my legs, he watches with intensity. I’ve never seen him focus on anything this long before. “Good boy,” I praise, tossing the panties beside him on the couch. He looks at them, then back at me. I giggle, pulling my sweater and my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. When I return my gaze to the couch, Peters eyes are still locked on me like before, but my panties are gone.

‘That pathetic little perverted kleptomaniac,’ I smile to myself. I don’t mention it-allowing him to keep the drenched panties as a prize for listening so well. Instead, I just bring my fingers down to my now exposed core. His eyes follow my hand like a cat’s follow a laser pointer. I use a finger to dip into my soaking entrance, dragging my slick up to my clit before I begin to rub circles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, fuck, Peter,” I relish the pleasure that I bring myself. He let’s out a string of mewls as he thrusts up into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Are- Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He whispers, bringing his gaze from my slick folds up to my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the desperate state of the poor boy.

“What do you mean?” I play Innocent as I move my fingers back to my entrance.

“I-“ He starts but he’s immediately distracted when I slip my finger inside myself, letting out a pornographic moan.

“Go on Peter,” I smirk. “I’m listening,” I bat my lashes.

“You’re just so-“ he speaks as if his mouth has gone dry.

“Fuck,” I let out another moan, purposely cutting him off again as I slip another finger inside myself and begin to curl up into that special spot.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice cracks, his legs are shaking, his silver hair is stuck to his face with sweat and his dick is so hard that the tip has taken on a purple hue. Finally, I broke him. “Please, please, please, y/n please I’ll do anything,” he whines, pleading for mercy.

I smile, hoping up then turning around, slowly sliding my skirt down, bending over as I push the thin fabric to my feet.

“Please,” he whimpers again. I turn back around, smiling at the poor boy. “I’m not sure I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” he mewls as I straddle his waist. He winces when his erection slaps against my stomach.

“Oh, don’t lie to me Peter,” I whisper in his ear. I bring my fingers that I was using on myself up to his mouth, he happily opens, sucking them clean as he stares up at me with his big puppy eyes.

Jesus Christ I moan internally.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I bring my face right in front of his, grabbing either side of his cheeks with the same hand. “Don’t act up now,” I say sternly. He responds with an audible gulp. “Tell me Peter. Tell me how much you’re enjoying our time together right now,” I whisper as I ghost the fingers of my free hand over his needy cock. He twitches in my hand.

“I-you-“ he gulps again. His wide eyes looking directly into mine. “Y/n, this is hotter than any porno I’ve ever seen,” he admits whole heartedly, through muffled words as my hand squeezes his cheeks together a bit, earning a genuine laugh out of me.

“Well luckily for you,” I grab his length firmly, beginning to pump him slowly. “You won’t have to rent those stupid films anymore, not with me around,” I smirk before I bring him into a kiss, wrapping one hand in the back of his head. To my surprise, he kisses back intensely. His hands shoot up, grabbing both sides of my face to pull my head closer to his. He kisses me with strong desire.

“You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he groans into the kiss. I lift my hips up, not breaking the passionate kiss, using my hand to line him up with my dripping entrance.

“Of course, I do, Peter,” I whisper before setting down on his desperate cock, taking him all the way into me in one swift motion. He lets out a loud whimper- almost a shriek. “Shhh” I giggle against his lips, stifling my own moan.

“I’m sorry,” he whines. He peers into my eyes with his chest heaving, sweat covering every inch of his toned body while his shaky hands hold their death grip on my hips. I place my hands behind me onto his thighs so I can slowly slide myself up down on his length.

“It’s okay Peter, but you gotta keep it down a bit. Can you do that for me, baby?” I coo. He nods his head as he watches in awe as I fuck myself on him, unable to look away. He fills me up perfectly, his desperate cock sliding in out of my velvet walls earns a few low moans out of me. ”You’re so big, Peter,” I compliment, he smiles at me flashing his dimples. With a surge of confidence, he brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them to my clit, tracing figure eights, watching my face for approval. “Mmm, that feels good, baby. Good job,” I praise him. He moves his fingers faster, and faster, and faster to the point that his hand is just a blur. ”Fuck!” I accidentally shout from the vibrations coursing through my body.

“Shhh,” he smirks. “You gotta keep it down, remember?” he mocks me. I can’t help but laugh, his sudden confidence is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. He moves his hand from my core- much to my disappointment- before he grabs my hips again.

“May I?” he asks politely, his voice small again as he thrusts into me, wanting to take a bit of control. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm,” I grant him permission. “Only since you’ve listened so well,” I smirk. As soon as I give him the okay, he’s pounding into me mercilessly.

“Peter!” I shout in surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me at inhuman rates. The speedster doesn’t seem to hear me as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whines, still somehow sounding submissive even when I’ve given him control. I quickly feel my release nearing as I grip onto his shoulders to keep him from bucking me off. I’ve never been so worked up in my life, my body feels like it’s on fire as I watch the handsome boys hips blur underneath me.

“Peter, I’m close,” I moan, my words come out punctuated as if I’m in a vehicle that’s driving 100mph down a pothole filled gravel road. His head shoots up at my words.

“Please y/n,” he whimpers as I bring my lips to his. “Please I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you, please,” he whines and begs like a starving puppy, sending me over the edge. Pleasure shoots from my vibrating core throughout my whole body as a string of moans and curses fall from my lips. “Thank you,” I hear him mewl as I chase the euphoria I’m feeling.

‘Did he just thank me, for cumming on him?’ I think to myself. This man knows exactly how to get me worked up, and I don’t even think he realizes it. Suddenly, with a fwp I’ve lost all contact with him as I’m sat beside him on the couch. His eyes hungrily explore my body while he continues to pump himself as whimpers and groans fall from his lips, his dick is visibly twitching.

‘oh’ my confusion subsides once I realized he was about to cum himself. I regain my position on my knees between his legs, watching his face as I take him into my mouth. I consider ruining his orgasm again, but before I can make up my mind, his eyes are scrunched shut and his nose is wrinkled in pleasure as the hottest, most pathetic whimper I’ve ever heard fall from his swollen lips like music to my ears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he groans as he empties his seed onto my tongue. I swallow the huge load, kitten licking his slit and hollowing out my cheeks a few more times for good measure. He falls onto the couch, lifeless. His chest heaving, the muscles in his legs twitching and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Peter?” I ask, slightly concerned. “Peter?” I ask again a but louder, slapping his leg as I stand from the ground, sitting next to him.

“I…” he slowly turns his head next to me. I can almost see his heart beating out of his chest. “I think you just changed me as a man,” he pants. I laugh at his revelation, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I’m honored to be the one to do it,” I smile. He slowly sits up, holding his head as if he’s dizzy.

“I’m fucking starving,” he sighs. I stand up, starting to get dressed.

“Well, clean up real quick and we can go get some food after I check on my brother,” I smile. His eyes light up at the mention of food. He stands, taking a step then stopping, looking at me confused. He takes another step, stopping.

“You broke me, I can’t even zoom across the room,” he looks mortified. I giggle putting my hand on his shoulder.

“It will come back soon, give your body time to catch up,” I slip my skirt on, without my panties. “At least I know your weakness now,” I giggle.

“A dominant woman?” he smiles as he slips on his shirt.

“My used panties,” I smirk, motioning to the white fabric sticking out of his bedside drawer. His eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry you can ha-“ I cut him off.

“Keep ‘em. I think you earned it,” I wink. He looks away with blushed cheeks before dressing his bottom half.

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niqosasaki · 2 months

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saw @lesbicosmos do this so i thought i'd do it too <3

songs that remind me of the core four!

Edwin:

when you die by mgmt me and michael by mgmt helena beat by foster the people shc by foster the people this hell by rina sawayama little dark age by mgmt do i wanna know by arctic monkeys linger by the cranberries cold cold man by saint motel move by saint motel paper bag by fiona apple guilty as sin by taylor swift new person same old mistakes by tame impala

Charles:

running up that hill by kate bush

five minutes by her

momentz by gorillaz

gorgeous by taylor swift

the archer by taylor swift

on melancholy hill by gorillaz

i love my friends by foster the people

gold rush by taylor swift

winter by tori amos

fine wine by saint motel

andromeda by gorillaz

put your money on me by arcade fire

Crystal:

edge of seventeen by stevie nicks

rhiannon by fleetwood mac

apple by charli xcx

she's my collar by gorillaz

escapism by raye

look what you made me do by taylor swift

genesis by raye

karma by taylor swift

sleep to dream by fiona apple

midnight rain by taylor swift

take to the sky by tori amos

signs of life by arcade fire

everything now by arcade fire

dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift

dog days are over by florence and the machine

american teenager by ethel cain

family tree by ethel cain

Niko:

girlfriend by hemlocke springs

perfect night by le sserafim

soup by remi wolf

gimme all ur luv by hemlocke springs

for the girls by haley kiyoko

fearless by taylor swift

poppy by stayc

paper rings by taylor swift

style by taylor swift

mother by tori amos

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #crystal palace #edwin payne #dead boy detectives agency #painland #niko sasaki

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robinregulus · 2 months

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The truth about ASC Scorpio

is that you are only a mystery to others because you are a mystery to yourself. You write Tumblr posts (public journal entries) in the second person. The Scorpio question is emotionally, what is mine and what is yours? Everyone experiences this question somewhere in their charts, but for you, it is in the very way you are perceived.

Personally I don’t like being perceived.

(Mind you I have Neptune in 3h Aquarius square ASC. All words should be enjoyed with a grain of salt.)

To your peers you are a subconscious threat. Or maybe you made that up because you have become so jaded. There is something dark, twisty, and subterranean about you — and people fear the unknown. In their posture, Scorpio risings are described as “hook-like”: tall, a prominent nose, hunched shoulders, and oh the eyes… what lies in their depths? In most lights, mine are pools of black. But at golden hour they glow golden-brown. I am learning to stare unabated.

Aquarius rules the IC, your roots and your very core. Mommy Cancer, the fourth sign, is the traditional ruler here but I think the fourth is distinctly not-maternal: it’s the home and foundation you inherit from your ancestry, ie your forefathers. In contrast we are nurtured (mothered) into the people we become, ie the legacy you leave behind, ie the tenth house traditionally ruled by Daddy Capricorn. Your MC is in Leo. You are, in fact, meant to be perceived.

All this to say—

something is fundamentally different about you and from where you come. Among your peers, you exist on the periphery. 3h Capricorn: in childhood you are silenced in someway, either by your siblings or classmates or culture. Within your family you are the Aquarian outsider: the black sheep forced to be impartial. Belief in common good becomes your coping mechanism.

With 8h Gemini (home of my Saturn) transformation is found in expression; I, you, we, me. How do you feel? That feeling… is it even yours or did you borrow it? More often than not someone projected it onto you. In you, people see what they most dislike about themselves. Remember: their inner alchemical gold is not yours to give. They must learn to get it back themselves.

6h Aries: the sex planet rules your self and your routine. Your daily life is warfare. Where is Mars? — his burden is a heavy one. Find him and take note of what aspects afflict him. His energy is going to be in your life one way or another and it is better used constructively. 12h Libra: peace is your undoing. For you it is a foregone conclusion that you will never achieve it. Try anyway.

I am actually in the bath as I write this. I fucking love bathtime. I float, I wash, I am baptised.

Anecdote

When I was very young I remember waiting for my mother to come wash my hair. I waited and waited until I was shivering, listening to the sound of her vacuuming, knowing she would come eventually. After maybe an hour she finally walked in and said, “oh, Juju! I am so sorry! I completely forgot!”

All-knowing I am hidden but always watching. I am a snake, a scorpion, a butterfly, an eagle, a phoenix. I am earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I am fixed water, autumn at its height, death in bloom. Can the child in my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well I have been afraid of changing. Nowadays I am just tired.

What is left but to lay down your arms?

#scorpio #scorpio rising #scorpio ascendant #astrology #astro community

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