#i was gonna make a painting several years ago

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

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[evie-sturns]

ᴇxᴀᴍ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're mind is clouded with stress due to the fact your final highschool exams are next week. matt comes over to help you with studying, and also to take your mind off everything.

contains: smut, fluff, small age gap?, swearing, crying.

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matt and i have known each other since he was 13 and i was 11, our families have been super close for around 7 years. a year ago Matt confessed to me, I felt the exact same.

"oh my fucking god." i groan, throwing my head into my hands as i feel a burning sensation at the back of my throat.

its my final exam week starting tomorrow, and i'm attempting to catch up on last minute homework beforehand. matt graduated 2 years ago, he was top of his class, i pick up my phone and dial his number.

i need desperate help.

"hey!" matt says into the phone, a smile clear by his voice.

i sniffle quickly before starting "please come over nothing is making sense." my voice wobbles as i clutch the phone in my hand.

"oh fuck-.. no yeah ill be round in 5 minutes okay?" he says gently into the phone.

i nod like he can see me, then hang up.

-

i hear my bedroom door opening, my head snaps up to look at him from my bed. hes got worry painted across his face as i see his eyes dart over my matress, which has several books on it. "you okay?" he asks, walking over to my bed and sitting down on it opposite me.

i shake my head "i can't do this shit" i groan, matt nods understandably before grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face.

"look at me" he says in a serious tone, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "i'm gonna help you okay?"

"thank you," i say as my voice breaks.

he sits up and walks over by my side before plopping down on the bed next to me, he grabs the textbook which has around 15 questions left on it. "not even ai understands it, i tried." i sigh earning a laugh from matt, i lean my head on his shoulder.

"basic algebra, you know this, i know you do sweetheart."

i shake my head "my brains so fucking foggy i bet you i couldnt do a 6th grade multiplication table right now."

"foggy like how" he questions, tilting his head.

"just everything i have so much on my mind." i reply lifting my head off his shoulder and staring at the questions.

"you're okay, look- 'factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors, which are simpler algebraic expressions, this is done..." the rest of what matt says doesnt get through to me, i cant physically wrap my mind around it right now.

i feel my eyes start to water before several tears start to flow down my cheeks, "got it?" matt asks, keeping his eyes fixated on the page resting on the sheets. i stay silent "hello?" he says again, this time looking over at me.

"oh god- no no don't cry" matt panics, grabbing my cheeks and giving me a gentle kiss.

"i can't think." i squeeze out, matt wraps around me. "this might not sound like good timing but, i can.. help you?" he says nervously, grimacing slightly.

i hand him the pencil, his words not passing through. "no no, like i can take your mind off of the work for a little bit" he repeats.

realisation hits me and my eyebrows raise, my head snapping round to look at matt who has an innocent expression plastered on his face. i nod, and without another word my shirt is halfway across the room.

he laughs quietly, his shirt meeting mine in the corner of the room. his chain lays loose on his bare chest. he stands up off the bed, i lie back. "i want you to just be a... - like a uh" my eyebrows scrunch "a what?"

"i hate the word but its the best way i can describe it." matt chuckles, "say it!" i smile

"pillow princess..?" he says quietly, icking himself out.

"okay" i shake my head with a wide grin before.

matts long cold fingers reach out to grab the waistband of my sweatpants, sending goosebumps down my body. he tugs at it gently, letting it slide down my legs.

"you okay?" he asks while unclasping his belt "i think?" i reply stupidly.

he nods, his tongue sticking out to wet his now dry lips. his baggy jeans pool at his ankles, leaving him in his boxers.

"ready?"

i nod, "yep-..yeah"

he stands between my legs before hovering over me, colliding our lips together aggressively.

it never fails to shock me how he can switch from so innocent to so.. different.

i moan lightly into the kiss as i feel his clothed bulge against my inner thigh. he abrubtly pulls away from the kiss pecking kisses down my neck, to my chest, to my stomach.

i squirm desperately on the bed as he pauses just above my clit.

"more." i whine, matt shakes his head, lifting his head up and grabbing my thighs he spreads them further apart.

i throw my head back "fuck." i breathe, before i can breath again matts tip presses against my clit. i instantly look up, questioning how hes just undressed the rest of the way in under a second.

he runs his soft tip through my folds, he presses only an inch or 2 inside of me before he pulls out, continuing to tease me.

"matt i need you." i groan, my back arching off the bed.

"can you get on fours for me sweetheart?" he asks softly, i nod, instantly flipping over and arching my back.

"good girl." he coos, lining himself up with me. "gonna keep being whiny?" he asks, i shake my head no. "thats right." he says.

"this is whats gonna happen okay? you aren't gonna start asking me to slow down because i think we both know how needy you were just acting."

fuck.

i dont think a single sentence has ever turned me on more.

i nod frantically, matt presses down on my back, arching my back more.

i feel him slide halfway inside of me slowly before slamming the rest of his length into me, earning a squeal from me.

before i can even process my thoughts hes slamming full force into me, deeper and deeper each time. my moans cloud the room along with heavy breaths coming from matt.

his tip continues to bruise my cervix, i clench around him each time it does.

"fuck-.." i hear matt whimper lowly from behind me.

he reaches a hand round under me and presses on my lower stomach.

hes never done that before, but holy fuck am i glad he did.

i instantly release over matts cock, clenching harshly around him with a scream.

matt pulls out, releasing over my back.

"you-you okay?" he stammers breathlessly, flopping down beside me.

i nod, my mind fully blank.

i guess him 'helping clear my head' worked.

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matt finishes redressing me before sitting back down next to me, the air around us is hot and thick, but matts still determened to get this homework done.

"okay- so as i was saying factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors...

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matt and i have been working through the textbook for about 20 minutes, everything makes sense and now i can't understand what i wasnt understanding earlier.

"you try this one okay?" matt hands me the pencil and i start to scribble down the awnsers. "you got it!" he smiles proudly, kissing my cheek.

i yawn, tired out from.. everything.

"you tired?" he asks, wrapping him arms around me and flopping down on the mattress. "very." i reply, my voice croaky.

"you wanna sleep, we can finish this tomorrow morning okay? and ill just drop you off at school or whatever." he asks, without another word im fast asleep on his chest.

1:24am

i wake up to the sound of pencil scribbling on paper, confused i sit up. matts sitting criss cross on the bed, leaning down over my textbook and filling in all the awnsers.

"matt?" i groan, rubbing my eyes.

"go back to sleep gorgeous," he replys, looking back at me

"what are you doing.." i ask, my eyes adjusting to the light.

"im doing this for you, you already know how to do it, i saw you. you're gonna be too tired to do this in the morning." he says.

i crawl over to matt and smother him in kisses "maattt, thats adorable."

"shush, this is a one time thing." he replys, shaking his head with a smirk.

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[obx-pogue4life]

The Right Path For Us

Summary: Rafe just wants to be able to feel his girl without anything between them and that need turns into a conversation which leads y/n and Rafe to realize they just might finally be ready to start a family together

Warnings: Fluffy smut. Slight breeding kink, begging, swearing, kissing, slight dirty talk, mentions of sex, pregnancy and marriage

"Please baby? Let me feel all of you without a condom,"  my boyfriend Rafe begged. "I need to feel you against my cock. Don't you want to feel me without that barrier in between us? Don't you want to feel my hot cum shoot into you, painting your insides with my seed?

"What I want Rafe, is to not get pregnant by my idiot boyfriend who thinks it's ok to just unload in me freestyle because he wants to feel all of me," I say to him sternly. I'm gonna stick with no.

"Awww come on y/n, what's the worst thing that could happen? You get pregnant? So fucking what! Who cares if I knock you up! You don't want that? Please...I know you. You'd love it if I put a baby in that belly of yours. You'd love carrying around a little Cameron and have everyone know that you belong to me.

I start to blush and Rafe gives me that shit eating grin of his, knowing that what he said is right on the money. "I fucking knew it," he brags.

"OK fine, but just because you technically may not be wrong does not mean I am ready- actually scratch that, that WE are ready for a baby Rafe.

"Pffffftttt," he says looking directly at me. He takes my hand and laces our fingers and leads us to the couch. I follow him but am a little surprised at his sudden silence. We both sit down, him still holding my hand and sit a minute in silence. "Do you know how much I love you, y/n?," he quietly asks, turning to face me.

I mimic his turn on the couch and notice how serious he is. "Of course I do Rafe. I love you just as much, with all my heart," you answer him, grabbing for his other hand. I put it directly over my heart and place my hand over his. "Forever," I say softly. Rafe's face lights up immediately and he moves our hands from my chest to his, repeating the word that means so much to him.

"Forever," he says to me. "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you y/n."

"I'm barely 20 years old," I say desperately trying to come up with reasons to tell this gorgeous man in front of me as to why we should not have a baby right now.

"Well that's a shit reason," he says chuckling. "Just because we're young doesn't mean we aren't ready. We are plenty mature and have plenty of money. NEXT," he says confidently.

"Well...we aren't married, we aren't even engag-," he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That is 100% your own doing y/n and you know it. If I had my way, we would have been married a long time ago.

"If you had your way, we would have been married in high school and we might not have made it here because you know perfectly well that it would have been really hard to make an actual marriage work when we still have to worry about getting to homeroom on time and submitting book reports," I say as calmly as I can muster.

We have had this talk many times over the past several years of dating and we both agreed to hold off until I was finished with college and Rafe played a bigger part in his dad's company. I know that him just being a Cameron alone would support us well beyond our means, that is always a big part of our arguments, but it's very important to me to know that we can make it on our own and support ourselves by having real jobs and skills to fall back on just incase we ever needed them. I also wanted to make damn well sure that Rafe knows I loved him despite his money, not because of it and this was a clear way for me to prove that to him; not that he ever questioned it but I never want to give him a reason to. With a family like the Cameron's, there comes a lot of underlying responsibility and a lot of obligations and I never felt ready for all of that, no matter how much I loved Rafe. Well...until now, that is.

"I still think we would have been fine but that was then y/n," he presses. "What about now?"

"Are you actually being serious right now," you say slowly, thinking.

"Serious as a heart attack baby," he states coolly.

"Please baby? You know I will always take care of you and you know how much I love you. It's only a matter of time before you're a Cameron anyway," he smirks at you, leaning in for a kiss. I sigh into his mouth, knowing he's right and struggle to come up with any real reasons why not to at least try to start a family. It probably wouldn't happen right away anyway and I know how much having his own family means to him. I also know he will always make good on his promise to take care of me and to love me. So maybe now could be the right time?

"So I'm not saying yes but-," THERE'S A BUT!, he interrupts.

"Oh my gosh, eager much," I tease him, poking him in the ribs and smiling. "I'm not saying yes but if I were to agree to this, I want to hear you tell me that this just isn't just about sex. I need to hear you without you trying to put the moves on me that you really want this as much as you say you do Rafe because so so help me god, if you're lying to me just to get me to let you fuck me without a condom-," BABY he interrupts again.

"You know me better than that. I would never trick you like that! What kind of a jerky bastard do you think I am?!," he feigns in mock rage.

"I know that," you sigh apologetic. "This is just a huge step for us and I just really need to make sure we both want this for the same reasons."

"We?," he questions, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Yes, we," I say to him, smiling back happily.

"You know how badly I want you and to start a family together," he says taking his arms and draping them around my neck. I might have started out like a little bit of a jerk earlier but it's just because I love you so much and my need for you clouds my mind sometimes. And I know that sounds like a line but you know in your heart that I mean every word of it. The pleasure we'd feel would just be an added bonus y/n," he smirks at me.

"Is that so?" I say egging him on.

"Oh baby," he says raspily, his eyes filling with lust. "You have no idea how good it's gonna be."

I feel myself gulp as my eyes widen from his confidently naughty confession. My breathing gets a bit faster and Rafe immediately notices my body stiffen in front of him.

"What are you thinking, y/n," he asks me, resting his head against my forehead.

"That I want you," I immediately say and then blush. I can feel Rafe's eyelashes fluttering against my face and the way his breath begins to pick up. He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss and I can feel the smile on his face. After a minute he pulls away to look at me.

"What else do you want?," he asks me, his tone desperate to hear my words of affirmation.

"I really want to start a family with you," I tell him earnestly. I always have. I just wasn't sure we were ready for it until...," I look at him as the realization washes over me. "Well... until this exact moment. It just feels so right. The more I hear you talk about it, the more it just makes such perfect sense."

Before I could barely finish my thought his lips were on mine in a fevered panic, needy and wanting, as if he hadn't kissed me in ages. Between breaths he paused only to say how much he loves me and how happy I make him, confirming to me that this was absolutely the right path for us. As he lay me down on the couch, his body is pressed flush against mine as he puts my hands over my head and clutches my wrists. I sigh in complete content as he kisses my neck and I let my eyes close allowing that familiar feeling to start bubbling up inside me.

"Raaaaffeee," I moan out, letting him know how good he's making me feel.

"I know baby," he says in between biting and sucking on my delicate skin. He moves to my mouth and gives me a long, sweet kiss. His tongue melds with mine so perfectly, it makes me wonderfully dizzy and all I can think about is how in love I am with him. When he stops kissing me and pulls away it takes me a second to come back to earth. I open my eyes and find him smiling, staring at me and his necklace dangling right in front of my nose. I playfully grab the chain gently and he leans in and kisses me sweetly on the nose.

"What?," I say giggling. He's still looking at me with that goofy grin on his face and he once again makes me blush.

"Now," he says with a twinkle in his eye. "I just have to get you to agree to marry me."

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 61

part 1 | part 60 | ao3

cw: mentions of canonical minor character death

Chapter 14

It's twilight by the time they make their way to Rick's place — gnat clouds swarming, sun dipped low, Lover's Lake an inky smudge beyond the blur of passing pines. Steve’s not totally sure how they got here, this dusty service road that's more pothole than pavement; one minute he's bitching about doomed love and double VHS, the next he’s taking the scenic route to a drug den.

There were some important moments in between, he’s pretty sure.

He’s also pretty sure he blacked out somewhere around the moment the morning news reported that an-unidentified-Hawkins-student-who-very-well-could-be-Eddie-Munson was found dead in his fucking trailer.

Kinda difficult to resurface from that one.

Feels like his soul’s got swimmer’s ear.

Even hours later — after Dustin and Max burst into Family Video talking a mile a minute about how Eddie was alive and they needed to use the phones; after Ernie stupidly gave a reporter Steve’s name, swearing up and down on the TV that his neighbor Steve Harrington was an upstanding young man who would never do something like this; after they spent an agonizingly long afternoon lying low and taking backroads to avoid the cops because the cops probably suspect Steve of murder now, oh god—

“It’s this next right up ahead,” Max says from the back seat. There's a map spread over the bench between her and Dustin, and Steve blinks himself awake; gives her a nod in the rearview.

Beside her, Dustin’s munching on Twizzlers he stole from the store — window down, easy slouch, just way too chipper for the situation at hand. "So Steve," he says conversationally, "now that you're a fugitive, does that mean—?"

Steve cuts Robin a pleading look.

Robin reaches back and smacks the little twerp upside the head.

"Ow!" Dustin whines.

"Shut up, please," Robin smiles.

Max makes a sound like she's trying not to laugh and checks the map again. "Right here," she says, pointing. "After that weird tree stump."

They turn onto another road that could be generously described as paved, once, several decades ago, and eventually, the winding path lets out onto a slightly nicer street. Aging but cared for, Holland Road is a crowded row of little lake houses, trailers and shacks with manicured shrubs and chipped fence paint, weeds growing through the sidewalks beneath pristine American flags. Steve pulls into the driveway of #2121.

It looks abandoned. Dark inside and out, a truck parked on the curb that's likely been there for a while, its tires sagging in a mulch of old wet leaves. There’s an autumn wreath on the front door.

“You sure this is the place?” he asks as they climb out of the car.

Max sasses him for questioning her navigation skills, Dustin unsuccessfully tries to land a revenge slap on Robin — a move that earns him a retaliation wedgie and a wrestling match he was never gonna win — and Steve pops the trunk and feels a hundred years old. Feels every bit the exhausted dad trying to keep the family road trip together as he grabs his nail bat and slings his duffel over his shoulder.

"You planning to spend the night?" Dustin teases from Robin's armpit, still bent double where she's got him in a headlock.

"No, just-" he drops the bag at their feet with a grunt, “doesn’t hurt to be prepared.”

Dustin’s eyes bug out. “Is that a can of goddamn bear mace?”

“Keep your voice down!” Steve hisses.

“You keep your voice down!”

"Should I just go ahead and choke him out?" Robin offers.

Steve considers it for a second: knock 'em all out, stuff 'em back inside the car. Go do this shit quietly by himself.

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips.

"You're no fun," she pouts, but she lets Dustin go.

Dustin grabs flashlights and walkies out of the bag, passes them around the circle. They take a moment to steel themselves — huddled together in the dark, shoulders tense, the creepy house looming ahead. Sharp shadows stretch toward them. Croaking sounds creeping from the edges of the lake.

Robin puts her flashlight under her chin like she's about to tell a scary story. "Alright, kiddos," she says in a deep, ominous voice. "Let's go rescue Steve's ex."

Stunned silence in the sudden vacuum her words create. Steve lets out a tired sigh. Dustin’s jaw is on the curb.

“His WHAT?” Dustin shouts.

Oh, my god. “He’s not my ex."

Robin rolls her eyes and says ‘sure’ under her breath, and Max turns to Dustin, laughing. “You didn’t know they were a thing?”

“We’re not—” Steve tries again.

“What were you trying to get them back together for then?”

She seems genuinely curious. Dustin seems three seconds from spontaneous combustion. “What was I WHAT?!” he yelps, limbs everywhere. Reminds Steve of Eddie so bad it hurts.

“Okay,” Steve interrupts, clapping them both on the shoulder; drops his voice to a harsh whisper. “In case you two forgot, we’re here to rescue Eddie.”

“Who you’re dating.”

Dustin’s voice is small, disconnected, his gaze far away. Like he’s shellshocked.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. “I— Yes. No. It’s complicated.”

Max snorts at his answer, Dustin makes a series of faces like he's gonna need seven years to process, and Robin interrupts his crisis by waving her flashlight like a traffic guard, walking backward up the hill as she directs them toward the house.

“Why don’t we just go find him first?” she suggests, making a rainbow with her hands, flinging light through the grimy windows. “And then Stevie here can answer alllll your big gay questions.”

Steve glares at Robin. Dustin glares at him, narrowed eyes for a full ten seconds like 'yeah, you fucking better,' and then he takes off up the driveway hollering Eddie's name.

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part 62

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[leidensygdom]

AI bros from hell

Hello! Do you have a bit of your time for a story on AI bros and clients from hell? I bring a really fun one!

I met this guy at a con I was tabling at over a year ago, before AI was a thing. He said he enjoyed my art, and inquired me about whether I did book illustrations. I said yes- He was specifically interested in my bigger pieces, the fully rendered and detailed ones. He agreed to send me later a DM to discuss specifics.

For two weeks, he kept DMing me on details about his book, what he wanted, etc. He wanted full illustrations for inside the book as well as a cover, all of them fully colored, painted and rendered. He also wanted illustrations in this style to post on social media to promote the book. I had warned him that something like that would be costly, but he insisted that he needed this to be the best of the best.

Now, I was getting bad vibes from the guy. I shit y'all not, his instagram handle was "The next tolkien". I wasn't however gonna refuse a job opportunity. Now, he finally asked for prices: He had reassured me he was willing to pay fairly for this. Since he's a starting author, I gave him my non-commercial quotes, which are much, much, much lower than the standard for book illustrations. I mean "if you search for how much this costs on google, the lower prices are x5 times more expensive than what I offered".

The guy, upon receiving that, just ghosted me. Immediately unfollowed, didn't reply me with a "sorry, I can't afford it" or "sorry, i was expecting to pay $10 for a full rendered full background several-characters-picture". Nothing.

The other day I decided to search what he was up to. He's now released... THREE books for this series. There's a single review in the first one. Not even written, just a stars one. Also, notably, he had a webpage put together promoting the book, and. Yeah.

All the art is AI crap.

Which makes sense. My guy was very on his high horse about how fantastic of a writer he is, but I guess art isn't really to be compensated fairly. When he saw the "art stealing machine you just pay a subscription for", I'm guessing he was very excited.

So, uh, here's some of the marvelous pictures he generated of the characters, which surely tell you about how great the book is. AI is theft, so I don't give a f*** about reposting it.

I have a lot of opinions about creators who write, draw or make music, who are more than happy to use AI for other stuff- Album covers made with AI, writers using AI crap for book illustrations, artists using AI-made music. It feels like you're sh*tting in any other artistic field and showing how little you respect anyone but yourself. Like, I'll be honest, I don't have interest reading a book from someone who considers that other forms of art aren't real or worth any money. It just tells me you're devoid of any interest for art or humanity.

As an ending note, his instagram description is "More closer to god than to human", which does add to the clownery.

[maxislvt]

pls alpha!wanda x omega!reader

warnings: omegaverse, smut, afab!reader,alpha!Wanda, vaginal sex, knotting, breeding, hair pulling

Wanda was a pervert. There was no denying it anymore. It was easier to hide when she was unmated. With no one to project her sick little fantasies on, they remained as that. Just fantasies. Was she actually into those things or was her brain just glamorizing the whole experience?

It was a question that went unanswered until the day she met you.

Tony had gifted Wanda you as a celebration of her first full year of being in the team. At first, she was apprehensive. Wanda had never been with an omega before. It didn't help that you were so quiet.

"Alpha, please."

Fortunately, she had more than enough time to figure you out.

Wanda let out a satisfied chuckle when you whined. "Oh, so you can use your words?" She blew on the sticky wetness of your cunt just to watch you squirm. It was a bit cruel to tease you so much during your heat, but she couldn't help it. Though Wanda had claimed you several months ago, your heat cycle had yet to even out. "I'll make you feel better soon, I promise."

No on the farm told you alphas could be so…you didn't even know a word to describe how weird Wanda was being. She always took good care of you before. Compared to most other omegas, you were definitely spoiled. You didn't have a clue as to what you could've done for her to become so cruel.

"I'll be a good omega, I promise just please help me!" You tugged at Wanda's sweatpants, desperate to find some relief. "It hurts so bad." The slick dripping down your cunt was unbearable. You couldn't handle another empty orgasm. You needed to be full and you needed to be knotted. Now wasn't a time for Wanda's weird games. You used what little strength you had to roll over and present yourself properly. Head down, back stretched out, and ass up. Both of your holes were in full display. There was no way Wanda could say no to when you were like this. "Can you please knot me? I need you so bad."

Oh.

Wanda squeezed your ass before giving it a hard smack. "Awe, my omega learning how to tease me?" She tugged down her sweatpants just enough to free her dick from the confines of her boxers. Of course, she couldn't let you win that easily. You'd only get a small reward for being so bold. "Fine, your alpha will play nice just this once because you're so cute."

You purred as Wanda's tip circled your clit. Finally, after hours of denial and useless begging you were being bred like you wanted.

Wanda let out a possessive growl growl as she finally allowed herself the privilege of being inside you. Your walls were hypnotically tight. "Fuck, you feel so good." Her hands kept a firm grip on your hips. She had to be gentle. This was your first time being mated. Something between a laugh and a moan fell from her lips as she dragged her hips back. "I'm gonna get you full of my pups. Is that what you want? You want all your alpha's pup in this greedy little hole of yours."

Being in heat destroyed any inhibitions you would've had. "Mhm, just your pups." You practically sobbed. The heat in your body simmered down to something much more comfortable. An addictive medium you wanted to be stuck in forever. "It's happening, it's happening!"

"Shush, no. Hold it for me. It'll feel better if you do." She was just barely holding on herself, but Wanda had to make the moment last as long as she possibly could. "I know you wanna cum, but let me knot you first."

A disapproving whine just barely made it past your lips. "Nooo, I need to do it now!" You pleaded. It was a wonder you didn't cum the second she slipped into you with how overstimulated you were. Now she wants you to hold it? That wasn't fair at all! "You're mean!"

Wanda tsked. She really had spoiled you rotten. "Listen to your alpha, just hold on a little bit longer." It didn't take long for her knot to swell at the base and move up.

You let out a satisfied whimper as her cum painted your walls. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" The orgasm shocked your entire body. The tight knot in your stomach untied itself. You buried your face into a pillow to muffle your needy whine.

"No no no, let your alpha hear you!" She pulled your hair hard enough to pull your head up. Wanda kissed the now faded mark on your neck. Her hand massaged the bump in your stomach. "You're such a good omega, I love you so much."

You whined from the stimulation but didn't push her away. "Thank you." You whispered. The little strength you had left had all but evaporated and Wanda was the only thing holding you up right. "...Nap."

Wanda smiled and kissed your cheek. It had been a while since you'd reverted back to your mostly nonverbal ways. "Alright, but don't complain when you wake up sticky again."

[jellyfishoreo1206]

WE ARE NOT SEEING ENOUGH OF MIRAGE GUYS

So I'm taking matters into my own goddamn hands-

Meeting Mirage ;)

Either Noah or Mirage might be a little OOC, but I'm giving it a shot

Takes place after the movie, with fem pronouns

Enjoy!

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Dude, where the hell are you?

Y/N was currently sent a page to Noah, her best friend of 3 years. He was suppose to pick her up from work, as her car broke down and is still getting fixed at the mechanics, but it was well over 20 minutes and he still hasn't showed. He was suppose to be there at 7:30, and now it's almost dark.

I'kl be there in 10 minutes! Domething just csme uo

Several typos, whatever the hell is happening over there is really making him either rush or panic... actually those are both kind of in the same sense.

Letting out a sigh through her nose, Y/N quickly typed out a response.

Yeah, yeah. Better keep to your promise, Sonic.

Not even letting him respond, the H/C-nette shoved the device into her coat pocket. Sure it may be the beginning of the summer, but she get cold easily.

And I mean very easily.

"Man, I really need a hot shower right now."

10 minutes breezed by quickly, seemingly in a blink of an eye. About to page Noah again, Y/N stopped in her tracks when a honk sounded in front of her.

Looking up, her eyes widen in complete surprise at the image in front of them. Her best friend, Noah Diaz, in a fucking Porsche. Well, it looked like it seen better days, but still.

"Yo, you gonna get in or are you just gonna stand there looking so surprised?" Noah shouted from inside the car, a smug look on his face.

Snapping out of it, Y/N got inside the car, buckling in her seatbelt.

Once the seatbelt clicked, Noah started the car onto the route back to Y/N's apartment complex. 5 minutes in and the two are making small talk and all that before Y/N asked him a question.

"So, what happened?"

"Hm?"

"To the Porsche. Looks like Frankenstein's monster."

Noah let's out a small chuckle at the comment, "Oh uh, some guy sold it to me for a good price. Because it was all banged up and stuff. Couldn't even start."

"When did you get it?"

"Got it 2 months ago, still has some kinks that need to be fixed. But we've made some progress." He patted the dashboard in a comforting way, a somber smile on his face.

"2 months ago? Weren't you in Perú during that time? Also is Reeks helping you fix the car?"

"Yeah. I think I made a pretty good decision going there..also Reeks is just helping me get the parts, I'm mainly doing the fixing."

"Mm, pretty good job so far. I could help with the paint job? The blue and silver seems to be fading out, but I think it a fresh coat will make it look gorgeous."

After she finished that comment, the car felt like it heated up a little. Not too much to notice, but just enough.

"By the way, what did you do in Perú again?"

"Oh, to study for a job I was doing..got to see some of the landscapes and all that..and nearly died-"

"What was that?"

"Wha-nothing! Don't worry about it at all."

A silence fell between you too, an awkward silence to be exact. He's a little more fidgety than usual.. probably from exhaustion. It's something he does whenever he's very tired. Man, he must be more exhausted than usual.

"Sorry I called you so late, like right after your new job and stuff. It must be tiring."

"Nah I don't mind, you're my best friend after all. Just returning the favor when you babysat Kris last minute." Now Y/N absolutely loves Noah's family. First time she met them, it felt like a bond just, instantly clicked within. So from that day on, she makes a little time out of her day just to visit the Diaz family, especially Kris. He was so sweet, and like the little brother she never had. So whenever Noah or his mom were busy, she babysits him, and brings some food so they can enjoy together.

"I don't mind babysitting Kris at all. He's like a little brother to me anyway."

"Yeah, that's Kris. Best little brother I could ever ask for." A soft smile comes to his face, maybe he should bring some food from that burger joint his family likes, before he goes home so his mom doesn't have to cook tonight.

"Yeah..Hey do you mind if I put in my playlist?"

"Go for it."

Grabbing a mixtape from her pocket, she inserts it into the slot right above the radio, turning the knob to hear what was currently playing.

The familiar rhythm of Virgen by Adolescent's Orquesta brings a smile to your face, increasing the volume as one of her favorite songs plays through the car. Every so often, she would sing along to the lyrics, taping her fingers against the door.

What Y/N didn't know, was a certain Autobot mech was observing her in the passenger seat mirror, noticing the small things about her that seemed to have caught even more of his interest. The moment she got in the car, Mirage had to admit, she was PRETTY. And the compliments she said? Wooo that was feeding his ego.

And she was drop-dead gorgeous, in his optics, he doesn't even know her one bit and he's on his knees just from the sound of her voice. Oh her voice, don't even get him started on her voice. Most purest thing he has ever heard since he had stepped foot on Earth. Got her filling his tanks with a fluttery feeling, or as Noah sometimes likes to refer to, butterflies. What a weird thing to say. (Ngl, I head cannon Mirage to fall in love FAST)

After those few thoughts, the mech started observing her other features. Her eyes, hair, lips, cheeks, hands, even the smallest of moles/freckles that were dotted across her face. Oh and when her smile plastered her face, Mirage felt his spark beat faster.

She was a beauty, a beauty in her own category..

Sadly he wasn't able to admire her much longer, as they stopped in front of her apartment, the sky now completely dark. About to open the car door, the lock clicks, preventing Y/N from getting out. Thinking nothing of it, Y/N goes to unlock it, but it keeps repeatedly locking itself. With a huff, Y/N turns to Noah.

"Dude can you stop that shit?"

"It's not me I swear! Li-like I said, Mir-! The car was all banged up when I got it, still got a few bugs in it.." And as subtly as possible, kept kicking right above the pedals. Not to harshly, but to get the message across to stop messing around.

Finally after what seemed to be forever, the car doors unlocked, with Y/N getting out of the car, making sure to grab her tape. Running a hand over the hood, not noticing the shudder of metal, Y/N waves goodbye to Noah before entering her building, already getting excited for her hot shower.

When Y/N was out of sight and earshot, Noah turned to the radio, somewhat pissed.

"Mirage, what the hell was that??"

"Whaaaat? I did nothing wrong. Also, ouch. Do you have to kick me that hard? I'm still recovering y'know." You could hear the teasing smile on his face, pulling the recovery card whenever.

"Mirage you can't do that."

"Why not? Not like she noticed anything."

"You just can't!"

"Aww but I wanna keep admiring la angel bonita un momento más."

"..what."

"I wanna keep ad-"

"I know what you said, but, seriously?"

"You gotta introduce me to her one day, Sonic."

"Mirage she's going to freak out!"

"Mm but what are the chances she won't? Pleaseeee? I won't stop bothering you unless you say yesss~" He coos in a sing-song voice.

"Nu uh, ain't happening. Just because you're acting like a kid doesn't mean you're getting it."

"Fine. But whenever you give her ride home, I'll just keep locking the doors."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Noah leaned back into the recliner, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. Whenever Mirage says he'll do something, he will follow through. He's ambitious like that. So either; Stay with the no but have Mirage be a brat for who knows how long, or, just get it over with.

"Sooo..Is that a yes?"

He was quiet for a bit, before letting out a sigh,"Fine, fine! Yes, it's a yes."

"Hell yeah, baby! Oh I already have so many places to meet up for dates-"

"DUDE."

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So that concludes my first post! I like how this (somewhat) turned out, but it's a first. I've made some edits to this and the second part will be out soon, so I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting!

Part 2 here!

[george-weasleys-girl]

Fred Weasley being a complete ass because idk why I like it, but I do.

Enemy Mine - Part 1

I knew when I started writing that this wouldn't be a oneshot (most likely a trilogy.) I received this and another Fred request back-to-back, and they just went together so seamlessly.

~•~

Fred Weasley.

Just the sound of his name was like fingernails on a chalkboard to Y/N's ears. Every time she heard it, her blood pressure would skyrocket. He was the most arrogant, self-absorbed, irritating person she'd ever met.

She hated him with every fiber of her being and planned to continue hating him until she took her last breath.

~•~

Surprisingly, though, it hadn't always been that way. Y/N had once liked the twins and had even saved them from Filch's wrath by pulling them into a vacant classroom where she was practicing for her Charms test.

For a brief time, it seemed like they might become friends, but that all changed at the end of their second year. While she and her friends were walking to the train to head home for the summer, someone behind them yelled, "Oi, Y/N! Catch!"

Y/N turned to find a snake hurtling through the air toward her. Before she could react, it hit her square on, getting tangled in her hair. She screamed, frantically trying to shake it off. Then, several seconds later, it disappeared in a puff of orange smoke, and Y/N realized it wasn't real at all, but one of Fred's stupid pranks. All the same, the whole affair left her shaken and humiliated.

When she'd finally calmed down enough to confront him, all she got was an eye roll and a condescending comeback. "It wasn't even real, Y/N, I don't know why you're so upset," he'd said. "Go away and play with your little dollies or something."

'Well,' Y/N thought. 'If that's the way it's gonna be.'

~•~

By the time the next school year rolled around, Y/N had washed her hands of the whole matter, including Fred himself. However, Fred had other ideas. He followed her around, making hissing noises and joking about her "silly reaction to a fake snake," and once or twice stuck a rubber snake in her face, laughing when she screamed.

"Weasley, if you stick that in my face one more time," she'd threatened. "I'm gonna shove it somewhere you'll always know where to find it."

"You'll have to take it from me first, scaredy cat," he teased, dangling the toy serpent in her face. Failing to stamp down her panic, Y/N turned and stomped down the hall before she embarrassed herself yet again.

~•~

Fred finally let up on the snake nonsense the year the Chamber of Secrets opened. In fact, Fred hardly bothered her at all. Y/N figured it was more for his little sister's sake than hers. Which was fine. She respected that. To say that Ginny went through some things that year was a gross understatement.

So, for while, Y/N thought maybe he'd finally grown up a little.

Nope.

Fred was back to his irritating self the next year, except he'd moved on from scaring and pranking her to verbal sparring.

"Hey, look, it's Little Miss Can't Be Wrong!"

"Sorry ginger, I'm busy right now. Can I ignore you later?"

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Weasley, I'll ignore you so hard you'll start to question your existence."

~

"Must be hard not being able to laugh, Y/N."

"Weasley, I do have a sense of humor, you know."

"I’ve never heard you laugh before."

"I’ve never heard you say anything funny."

~

"Why do you always paint me as the bad guy, Weasley?"

"I don't know, why does everyone paint me as the pretty one? We all have our thing."

~

"Am I going too far?"

"No, no, no, Weasley. You went too far about three years ago."

And so it went. Day after day. Month after month. The two of them tossing insults and jibes back and forth. Then, halfway through their fifth year, Y/N started dating Lucas Collins.

That's when everything changed.

~•~

Fred couldn't stand Y/N Y/L/N. She was a stuck-up, humorless, straight-A student. The antithesis of everything he stood for.

And yet, like a moth to a flame, he couldn't seem to stay away from her.

Sure, it was true he'd developed a little crush on Y/N in their second year after she pulled him and George into a vacant classroom to hide them from Filch. But, that had nothing to do with it.

No, not at all. Most definitely not.

Besides, that silly little crush vanished as soon as he realized she couldn't take a joke.

So why, if he disliked Y/N so much, did he want to punch Lucas Collins in his stupid face every time he saw him?

~•~

@princess-paramour @milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley

[swagdaikons]

I’ve seen people debate on how long the TBHK story has been happening, and when certain events should’ve happened, so I’ve decided to make my own (unofficial) TBHK timeline!!!

This is gonna be a timeline of the main story, so things that happened before Nene entered the picture wont be included (for now at least!) Let me know if I made any mistakes or if there’s any additional information that I didn’t include in this post, I simply re-read the whole manga for maybe like the 15th time?? and tried to gather any and all hints from dialogue and backgrounds/calendars.

I don’t have an exact date to when the main story began, but it must’ve been late spring or so, due to the warm weather. Nene talked about how she picked up “feminine” hobbies such as gardening, sewing and cooking after the guy she started liking in middle school said he’s into feminine girls. She seemingly confessed to him right after starting her 1st year in high school as she said it took her 3 years to master these newfound hobbies and confess her love. Nene stated that it’d happened a month ago so it’s probably May. typically in Japan the new school year starts around April 5th, and as Nene confessed right at the beginning of the new year she met Hanako around ~May 5th if it was exactly one month ago when she got rejected.

In their next appearance, Nene said it had been a week since the two met. So it should be around ~May 12th if I’m correct.

Within the next month, Nene gets to Meet characters like Kou, Tsuchigomori, Yako and the broadcasting club, and also gets to see Hanakos more vulnerable side for the first time!

It should be early June by now, the fact that we see Sousuke taking pictures of Morning glories, which bloom between early Summer and Fall, solidifies this for me.

After chapters 18-20, it gets a little blurry though. No specific dates are really mentioned, and Nene stops commenting on how longs it’s been since she met Hanako, so the best I can do is make hardcore guesses in between the next time we get a confirmed date, July 7th when Hanako took Nene and Kou to the Tanabata Star festival.

Between these chapters, we got a proper introduction to the broadcasting club, got to meet the clock keepers + learn about Nenes lifespan, and witness Mitsuba take on the role of a school mystery number 3.

Nene mentioned it’d been three days since she encountered Mitsuba in the hell of mirrors, and invited Kou to the summer festival the next day. Hanako decided to take them to the Tanabata star festival instead, (Insert image I couldn’t fit in) July 7th which I’m assuming would’ve been the very next day, in which case the Hell of mirrors arc took place at around July 2nd. That’d still leave a whole month between For the clock keepers and tea party arc, (insert ANOTHER image I couldn’t fit in) so I can’t exactly pin down any specific dates or even weeks..

It gets even messier after picture perfect! Mitsuba’s welcoming party likely happened around a week after being taken in by the broadcasting club, so it’s early to mid July at this point.

Interestingly enough, it seemed time moved slower in the painting Nene and Kou were stuck in, as all of a sudden Finals came up! From what I’ve understood, finals usually come at the middle or end of July, lasting 3 days.

I’m gonna be going off the average Japanese schools standards when it comes to dates, since we don’t know much about Kamone academy. So if we’re going off by the average estimate, The school sleepover should’ve happened at the beginning of August.

Being just around Obon.

Weirdly enough, despite Nene and Hanako spending a night with Sumire, by the time the severance happened barely any time had passed in the real world. (Insert another damn imagine I wasn’t able to squeeze in.)

Teru takes Nene and Akane on a little outing after summer vacation properly began, calling it his first real day off in a while. So this could’ve been very well been a day or two right after the severance.

The day after, Nene and Kou meet Sousukes mother, who’s visiting her sons grave for Obon, which should’ve been celebrated between August 13-16th, as the main story for TBHK is set in 2015.

I’m guessing the entirety of the severance/rescue arc happens during Obon, as it’d make sense why Aoi was able to be saved despite having “died” according to Hanako, and why the supernaturals were able to return to the near shore so quickly, as the near and far shores were so blurred.

The second trimester begins at the start of September, so there were still about 2 weeks in between the Fireworks party-Night life chapters before school started again!

This is the present, with the preparations for the festival beginning immediately and the event lasting 2 days, we should be in the first week of September at the moment, both in the old and new timeline.

So some key points are;

• It’s been ~5 Months since Nene met Hanako.

• Nene has MAX 7 Months left to live, probably closer to 1-4.

• Mitsuba is ~3 months old!

• maybe we get to see everyone in winter uniforms!! that’d be cute. Not really important I just thought that sounded fun.

Aaannd that’s a wrap for now. I don’t plan on updating the timeline unless new information about dates comes up or if there’s any inconsistencies that I made, but thank you for reading my first Tumblr post!!! I plan on making more ramblings and personal analogies on here, repost some art too or shitpost in general. Feel free to mention any errors I made or ask questions in my inbox, I’m going to BED!!!!

[wandanatrules]

Nobody else

pairing: possessive beefy natasha romanoff x bratty wanda maximoff

word count: 2575

summary: a misunderstanding leads natasha and wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship”

warnings: smut, nat has a penis, foul language, degradation kink, slight blackhill, slight nat x darcy, slight wanda x carol, “cheating”, groping, rough sex, spanking, slight angst  

“uggh, please natty it feels so good, go harder i need you.” Wanda panted out while she was being rammed into from behind, by her mentor.

Wanda and Natasha had been friends for a few years, ever since Wanda had joined the team. She needed someone to look up to and Nat was the perfect female mentor. It wasn’t until a few months ago that their friendship blossomed into something else.

It all started one night when Wanda came to Natasha’s room pleading for her to help with the ache between her legs. Wanda had been attracted to Natasha since the day they met, but it was seeing her in the gym earlier that day that set her off. Wanda walked in on her lifting weights, and drooled over her muscles from afar. She even went as far as following her into the shower and was pleasantly surprised when she saw the special treat between Natasha’s legs. She felt ashamed of herself and ran back to her room, trying to appease the ache on her own, but after several fruitless attempts, she found herself knocking on the door of her mentor’s room.

She’s so glad she found herself in her room that night, because it was then that their friends with benefits relationship had begun.

“You are such a little slut Wanda, you find yourself in my room every night begging for my big cock to split you open, have you no shame?” Natasha asked as she picked up the pace ramming her 8 inches in and out of Wanda’s abused hole.

She gripped the younger girl’s waist guiding her thrusts as she panted and moaned in her ear, kissing her neck. Wanda’s tits flopped all over the place hitting her face, as she whined and moaned like a professional whore.

Wanda’s cunt clenched around Natasha's dick, making her slap Wanda’s ass as her dick twitched and her balls swelled. “God baby, i’m gonna cum and fill you up." Natasha sighed in her ear.

“Yes Natty, please i’m cumming too ughh. You have the best and biggest dick on the team, nobody else here has fucked me as well as you do.” Wanda exclaimed, while pushing herself back onto nat to reach deeper.

Natasha’s hips stalled for a second, taken aback by what Wanda had just said. Natasha knew that they were a casual friends with benefits thing, and they weren’t dating, but she didn’t like how she felt when she heard wanda talking about fucking the other avengers.  

A deep carnal urge spread throughout Natasha and she picked up the pace, ramming into her at an animalistic speed. “You’re mine.” she grunted, roughly.

“Damn natty, yes I am ahhh right there oh- please it feels so good, you're hitting the spot just right.” Wanda said, her words vibrating off her chest as her body is thrown around for nat’s pleasure. Not noticing that nat was currently rage fucking her.

Nat felt herself twitch again, so she pulled out and released her load all over Wanda's naked body. Viscous, white liquid painting her and sticking to her hair.

“Oh wow, that was amazing natty.” Wanda said, reaching for Natasha, who normally cuddles her after sex.

Natasha pulled away, throwing her, her clothes and a rag. “Clean yourself up and get dressed, I have to shower and you have to leave. I have shit to do.” Natasha said harshly as she walked into the bathroom.

Wanda was confused about Natasha's change in demeanor after having, what she thought was, incredible sex. Did she do something wrong? She brushed it off and cleaned herself up, dressing before leaving her room.

The next day Wanda ran into Natasha after she finished her training. She admired her from across the kitchen, holding back her saliva from watching her muscles tense as she moved around the kitchen.

Walking over to her, she made sure nobody else was around before speaking. “Hey natty, care to join me in my room?” she asked with her best doe eyes while caressing her biceps.

Natasha scoffed and pulled away, responding, “Not today Wanda.” before leaving the kitchen, leaving wanda shocked.

She wanted to follow her and see what was wrong, but she decided to let her be alone and figure it out by herself. Wanda didn’t know what to do, so she decided to go lay on the couch for a nap, while Nat got her emotions together.

A few hours later Wanda had awoken from her nap and it was dark outside. She decided that it was time for her to go to her own bed. While walking down the hall she heard noises as she was starting to walk past Natasha’s bedroom.

There were grunting and panting noises coming from her room. Wanda listened through the door growing wetter at the sounds. Natasha was pleasuring herself and Wanda wanted to be a good “friend” and help her out, hoping that it would cure her bad mood.

Wanda quietly opened the door, so that she would be surprised when she came to give her a hand with her erection. When wanda fully opened the door she was met with a sight that she was not expecting at all.

Natasha was laying back on her bed, while Maria from the office department was bouncing on her cock like a certified slut. Natasha’s abs flexed as did the muscles in her arms as she guided Maria’s movements. Maria’s naked tits flopped all over the place, before Natasha reached up to tame them and suck her right nipple into her hot mouth.  

“Oh shit Maria, your pussy is so tight and wet, squeezing me so fucking well.” Natasha said as she lifted her hips pistoning off the bed into Maria's hot depth.

Wanda watched in awe for a while, but quickly left before being discovered. She was holding back tears as she walked to her room, letting them go when she arrived. She couldn’t believe that Natasha was having sex with other people. The girl knew that they were just casual friends with benefits, but she thought they had an unspoken vow to be exclusive.

She wondered if the reason Natasha was being so rude to her was because she replaced her with Maria, for the role of her late night booty call. Wanda was devastated, but decided that if nat was going to replace her then she would do the same.

The next day was one of Tony Stark's weekly parties, celebrating the fact that he can afford to throw weekly parties. Wanda decided that she would dress up nice and go to attract attention from someone else who could fuck her.

She put on the most revealing body con dress she owned, which happened to be purchased by Natasha, that was tight in all the right places. She curled her hair just the way Nat liked it and made sure her boobs looked plump and noticeable. Her goal was to make Nat jealous even though she doubted that she would even be there, considering Wanda had asked Nat to accompany her to one of these parties many times but to no avail.

Wanda walked into the party, scanning the room. She was shocked when she saw in the center of the dance floor, Natasha dancing behind a seductive Darcy who was grinding her ass on Natasha’s front. Natasha was running her hands all over Darcy's front and sides.

Wanda was hurt when she saw Natasha sexy dancing with Darcy. She was told by her over and over again that “ Stark’s parties just weren’t her scene” when Wanda pleaded with her to be her date.

Wanda looked to her left and saw a lonely Carol sitting at the bar. She decided that she would go over and try to get her mind off of Natasha.

“Hello there Carol, why are you sitting alone?”, Wanda asked as she sat down next to her at the bar.

Carol smirked at her, “I figured looking lonely would attract pretty girls, and it’s obviously working. Let me buy you a drink?” Carol responded slyly.

“Oh yes please.”, Wanda said as she reached over to softly caress Carol’s juicy biceps.

Carol smirked and put her hand on Wanda's barely covered thigh, inches away from her naked core, opting out on wearing underwear with tonight’s dress, as she beckoned the bartender over.

Natasha watched from afar as she saw Wanda flirting with Carol, her blood starting to boil. She was incredibly upset that Wanda dressed herself up like a slut to go and flirt with their teammates.

She decided to leave her be. That was until she saw Carol stand up and grab her hand, aiming to lead her out of the room. She moved away from Darcy and furiously stomped across the room to stop Wanda from leaving with her.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” She said, grabbing Wanda’s wrist.

“Why do you care Nat, I think Darcy is waiting for you to go back and dry hump her ass some more.” Wanda spat back.

Carol let go of Wanda’s hand walking away, not wanting to be involved with whatever lover’s quarrel they had going on.

“I can’t believe you are such a slut showing your body off to whoever will fuck you. Such a dirty whore!” Natasha growled out, picking Wanda up and throwing her over her shoulder, taking her to her room.

Wanda felt herself becoming humiliated and ashamed, but mostly horny. Her thighs collecting the wetness secreting from her pussy.

“I thought you were a good girl Wanda, but since you want to act like a bad girl i’m going to treat you like one.” Natasha said as she opened the door to her room and threw Wanda face first on the bed.

“Nat- please i’m sorry I just wanted your attention.” Wanda pleaded, as she knew what was coming next.

“Well you got all my attention now, slut.” Natasha said as she sat down on the bed, lifting Wanda’s ass over her lap and pulling up her dress, scoffing at the lack of panties.

“You know what to do.” She said as she reigned down a harsh swat to her ass, feeling her cock harden as she watched the recoil of her ass jiggle in her face.

“ Uggh-  one ah!” Wanda moaned out as the sickly sweet feeling littered her ass cheeks.

The pattern continued until they got to 25, Wanda’s ass sore and throbbing from the spanking. Natasha’s hand groped her ass trailing down to her pussy, being met with her soaking wet heat.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe your fucking pussy is wet from me spanking you. Such a whore even when I am punishing you.” She spat out before sticking a singular finger into her cunt.

Natasha pulled the dress off all the way, before unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her shirt. After they were both completely nude, Natasha stood in front of Wanda with her 8 inches standing proud in front of her face.

“Go on and fix the problem you caused.” Natasha said, slapping Wanda’s face with her length.  

“yes natty,” Wanda replied as she reached out and gripped her length with her hand, rubbing the pre cum from the tip up and down with her thumb, before taking it into her mouth. She licked the veins, before sucking it in deeply.

Natasha gripped her hair, holding her steady while she discovered a rhythm, thrusting harshly into her mouth. Wanda was gagging as Natasha hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

She felt her cock twitch and her balls swell, knowing she was close. After a few more reckless thrusts Natasha released into her mouth, gushes of hot sperm coating the back of the younger girl’s throat.

“Ahh, look at you such a cock slut, practically begging for me to fuck your mouth.” She said as she pulled out, admiring the trail of cum and spit connecting her dick to the girl’s mouth.

She pushed her down onto the bed face first once again, before following suit behind her. She put her hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you slut, hopefully it will help put you back in your place.” Natasha said as she rubbed her tip through the girl’s dripping folds.

“Yes please natty, I need you so bad.” Wanda pleaded while pushing back onto Natasha’s cock. Natasha gripped the girl roughly and penetrated her from behind.

She snapped her hips quickly, while she established a rhythm. Her cock felt suffocated by the tight, wet, heat that was Wanda’s pussy. Wanda matched her thrusts while she pushed back and clenched Nat’s dick.

“Oh god detka, I have never had a pussy that was better than yours, you suck me in and i never want to leave. I don’t know how I am able to last this long inside you.” Natasha praised the girl in front of her.

“Natasha, I heard what you said when you were fucking Maria, I know what you are saying to me isn’t true.” Wanda panted out with a whine while Natasha kept up her movements.

Natasha hadn’t known that Wanda knew about her sexual endeavor with Maria, confused as to why she was upset considering her “many sexual escapades with the Avengers crew.”

“Oh malysh, is that why you were acting out? You were jealous of me fucking Maria. Don’t worry about her, she was good, but nobody can get me as hard as you do. Why do you even care when you’re obviously having sex with multiple members of our crew.” She said, still thrusting into her perfectly.

Wanda was confused. Why did she think that the girl was having sex with the other Avengers?

“What do you- ahh mean uhh- Nat.” Wanda asked mid moan. “ You are the only person I have had sex with since I left Sokovia and even then I only did it to get money for my family. This means something to me, you mean something to me. I was upset, because I didn’t like that you were fucking other women. I want us to be exclusive and I thought you did too.”

Wanda poured out her heart to the other women while she was trying to soothe her still raging erection.

“I want us to be exclusive too, Wans. I was jealous because the other day you talked about sex with the other Avengers, so i thought you did it with all of them and I wanted to get back at you by fucking Maria, and grinding with Darcy.” Natasha said while calming her thrusts turning more gentle.

“Ohh” Wanda said thinking back to her comment about how Nat had the best dick, “I only said that, because I was trying to be sexy, I'm still new to all this dirty talk so I thought it was a compliment. I’m sorry I never meant to hurt your feelings.” the brunette said as she turned her head to look at Natasha.

“Oh, well in that case, your mine.” Natasha growled with gritted teeth, increasing her pace to what only could be described as animalistic.

“Oh wow Natty, yes please you take me so fucking well.” Wanda moaned out.

“I better be the only person on the team, better yet the whole country that gets to fuck your perfect little pussy, because I own you now.” Natasha said, leaning to whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek.

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[indestructibleheart]

Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick." 

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes.  Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or  the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor. 

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth. 

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically. 

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face. 

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table. 

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

Tagging some lovelies. If you haven't been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @kiwiana-writes, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

[pandorkful]

So I haven't assembled mini plants from scrap and junk YET, I've just got the urge to do that due to these MGA miniverse succulents I got with my microphone. ^^;; They were very fun to assemble and awakened a desire to have many, many more tiny success. OwO So I'm gonna dig through my junk boxes soon and see what usable components I have... :3c

That's not to say I haven't been making stuff outta scraps and junk already--I started assembling this vanity sometime last week and it's nearly finished!

The mirror was assembled by @dollsahoy , who included it in a misc doll hobby box to me several years ago! I just added a coat of gaudy gold foil glitter paint and several coats of various semi-transparent glitter varnishes, for fun. :3 I wouldn't categorize it as junk or scrap, but most of everything else I used to make the vanity desk is lol.

A side effect of organizing and unpacking boxes is I'm finally getting all my uncategorized items together in more usable groups--so for example all my wood bits and pieces are now combined together from several boxes into one basket on my crafting stuff shelf.

Another side effect is getting craft ideas while I group things together. ^^;;;

I'm gonna add some of the same glitter paints and varnishes to tie everything together, once the gem clutter 's glue has dried. :3

Anyway, I'm not a vanity-haver irl, so idk exactly what all most folks put on their vanity besides jewelry and makeup, but I figured bottles of cotton balls and q-tips was a safe start and whipped these up last night :3

I'm especially proud of the tiny cotton swabs :3c

Next I'm gonna make a bunch of perfume and nail polish bottles with beads and findings!

[silvervanadis]

Happy Pride month!

A few months ago I decided I wanted to draw fairies/pixies based on a few flags for this years pride. :> I had to cut down on how many I was gonna make so I ended up with 5. The last year I've had little want to paint, mostly due to the influx of ai-art, but also health issues and several surgeries (I'm much better now). But I always try to make sure to contribute something for the month of June <3

First up is ✨ENBY✨

"Animals" used as inspiration: Pegasus and Unicorn

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 27

word count: 498

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

August 16, 1989

Dear Will,

It’s been 2 hours since you left, and I’m a mess. I mean, I always am, all of my letters to you make that crystal fucking clear. I don’t think this is something we can come back from. I would say I’m sorry for kissing you, but that would be a lie, and friends don’t lie. If I were to be sorry for anything, it would be for hurting you. But kissing you… aside from asking you to be my friend all those years ago, kissing you was the best thing I’ve ever done. I mean it. Even if you don’t believe me, I mean it.

I know it was bold of me to assume you’d want to kiss me back. I should’ve taken into account that just because you’re gay, that didn’t mean you’d automatically like me back. And I should know by now that when it comes to you, actions don’t speak louder than words. If anything, you only prefer words, because you actually value verbal communication in your family. I would normally blame my own family for my stunted emotional intelligence and communication skills, but at the end of the day, I acted on impulse like I always do. And that’s not something I learned from my parents. That was just me being an idiot.

You can’t deny all the mixed signals you sent my way over the past two years. I mean, look at the conversation we had about the painting, for example. It obviously took a lot out of you to admit that El didn’t commission it. Yeah, I know I apparently misinterpreted it into oblivion, taking it as a love confession, but can you blame me for that? You got all misty-eyed and affectionate, telling me that I was the best thing to ever happen to you.

And not to mention all the glances and knowing smiles, all the hand holding and cuddling, all the midnight excursions… they couldn’t have meant absolutely nothing to you. And when you came out, it was like… everything made sense, you know? Like, everything seemingly fell into place, like pieces of a puzzle. So when you approached me with all the letters, which I never intended upon you ever seeing, it felt like fate had thrust this situation into my hands as if to say, “your move.” I decided to take a leap of faith, and ended up metaphorically tripping and cracking my head open on the pavement in the process.

I ruined everything. And for that, I’ll be sorry for the rest of my life. You were– and still are– everything to me.

I’ve been over here trying to figure out how I could possibly manage to fix things, or at least make the situation a little less… severe (???), but I’ve got to face the fucking music now. The damage is done. And now I’ve got to live with myself. So what’s a few more letters gonna do?

Love,

Mike

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[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

[xxfangirl365xx]

Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy

Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.

It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.

" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined

" Why?" Jet asked

" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.

" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him

" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up

" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished

" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.

" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.

" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling

He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.

We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.

We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.

Poison sighed.

" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said

" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.

" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.

"..."

" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked

" I mean...sorta."

" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "

" Thats-"

" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.

" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.

" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.

He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.

" Thanks Kobra." He said

" Anytime. "

*STATIC*

"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out

" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.

" relax. You got this alright?" I said

" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.

I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.

" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked

" Dunno..." I responded.

*STATIC*

"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"

They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.

" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered

" Anytime." I said

He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."

Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.

" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.

I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,

Kobra Kid out