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B I S E X U A L
How stunning!
Me and the cat the other week. That heat was uncalled for
Mascara gives away when youâve been crying, itâs why I wear none anymore
Just leave me alone to sit and be prettyđЎ
Once again, we had to endure too much story of a greedy man, who was a coward and villain OVER the story of a man, who wants to be better, who wants to love and BE loved, wants the softer side of life, wants a purpose and most of all, a mate and the mean bad man denied him that.
I loved Frankenstein do not get me wrong but we needed more of the tender story of the Monster. We needed more of him, period.
I still believe this btw đââď¸đ¤¨
So I wrote this for my pal @graveyardofemotions who is going through a bit of phase đHope you like it babyyyyđЎ
John Economos x reader . Reader forces john but heâs into it. Thigh riding. Boob grabbing/nipple sucking. Squirting. Cameo from Peacemaker (nothing rude)đ
You love big men. The bigger the better. Thatâs why youâre sitting at your desk, wet, staring at the big burly man across the room. John. Economos. His shyness is enduring, you want to run your fingers through his beard and he looks extra fucking hot in that goddamn sloth t-shirtâŚif you didnât know any better, youâd think he was wearing that for you..you have told him numerous times how amazing he looks in it. Such a fuckin tease.
You get up from your desk with some papers and head over to him. âHey Johnny, got those papers you needed!â He looks up with such a deadpan look-fuuuuck youâre gone-âI fucking told you to not call me that-itâs John or Economos.â You love it when he acts like an asshole.
You raise your brow at the attitude, maybe getting a little more wet âwell-Johnny, you know what? I donât give a fuck what you say, Iâm callin ya Johnny.â He knits his brows and pulls that fuckin gorgeous scowl of his, then his face drops when you straddle his thigh. His hands go straight up, showing-no one that heâs not touching you. âWhat the fuck are you doing? Im not touching! Im not touchiing!â He tells the empty room. God you love it when heâs a nervous wreck.
âNow listen here-Johnny, Iâm gonna ride your thigh, get what I want and weâll be happy as a clam, got it?â He starts to huff trying to get you off his thigh but you clamp your legs tight around that motherfucker, your skirt bunching up at your waist. You ainât going nowhere. âDonât you think Iâm pretty Johnny?-never once imagined me bent over a desk and you going to town on my ass?â You ask so soothingly, twiddling his wiry beard between your fingers. He looks at you like youâve just asked the most insane question known to man, âwhat the fuc-no-I just come here and work an-what the fuck are you doing now.â
Riding his goddamn thigh, thatâs what! âJohnny boy this feels so fucking good. Can you feel me, yet?â He pinches his brows together, clearly uncomfortable, âyouâre literally on my thigh right now, how could I not feel you-.â His face drops when itâs clear he can feel how wet you are through those beige khakis of his, âwhat-the-fuck?â Your soft moans fill the office, âoh god, Johnny Iâm close-already-fuuuuck this is amazing.â He goes to speak but your hand covers his mouth as you frantically ride his thigh faster, âjust shut up Johnny-let me finish-fuuuuck me.â
You rip open your shirt, dipping your head back and arch your back, âgrabâem! Grab my tits-please-pretty please.â God youâre so close, just need those goddamn hands of his to send you over the edge. He âums and âersâ so you grab his hands, putting them on your tits, âsqueezeâem, Johnny-please.â What else can he do but oblige, submitâŚabout fuckin time.
âOh my god-theyâre -theyâre so soft. Fuckin hell, dude.â He mumbles as he stares at your tits like youâre serving dinner. You move his thumbs over your nipples, âpinchâem johnny.â He tweaks them between his thumb and finger. âYeah-yeah-there we go-yeah so good, Johnny-donât stop.â You know he didnât have much experience with the ladies but fuck, he was doing a damn good job.
Your panties are drenched through, leaving dark dampness on his pants. âLook what youâre doing to me, Johnny. Fuck, you have know idea-fu-fuuuuck.â Youâre just at your peak but you want more, âsuck my tits, big guy-please-jus-.â You grab hold of his head and make him anyway. His wiry beard tickling around your areola, his tongue just circling your perky, pink nipples. Then surprisingly, he grabs hold of your waist and rocks you back and forth. âYou got me all, like-fuuuck me.â You practically squish him at your tit, âyea-ri-right there-fuuuuuccckkk-ah-fuck-ah-ah. Oh fuuuuckâ
My god, you soaked his pants, âfuck, Johnny boy-you made me squirt.â You say it through tagged breaths as your pussy still throbbed, âonly-guy to ever -make me do that. Well done, big man.â
After all that, you give him a kiss. âJohn-just wow, dude. Iâll be wanting to do that again.â He watches you stand, buttoning up what remains of your shirt, âwhat the fucks just happened?.â He says it in dry, raspy voice.
âJohn-you just made me a very happy woman thatâs what.â You flatten down your top and skirt, leaning down to kiss his cheek. âIâll go fax these papers, yeah?â And off you went, giving him a wink over your shoulder. He sat there dumbfounded, shaky breaths but then gives himself a smug grin, âgood job, big guy.â
He hears a âhey Peacemaker!â from you down the corridor, âhey sweet-cheeks!â Peacemaker, -shameless- then appears in the office. âHey dye-beard. See that sweet piece of ass thatâs just left? Youâd have be one lucky SOB to get a piece of that action, right?â He walks over to Johns desk, and parks his ass on the edge, stealing dried fruit from johns snacks.
âWhatâs that?â He points at Johns lap. The damp patch. Fuck. âI erm, erm-spilled over my drink, you know me, Iâm a-dumbass.â Peacemaker just shrugs it off and John smirks and thinks, dude if you only knew.
Here you go @/graveyardofemotions âŚđ I hope you like it, twas fun to write đđ
Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
Story/ Mandela effects are evilđ This fic is all fluff, apart from a straddling. Got this idea from Peacemaker đ¤Ť
The Tipsy Bison is loud tonight-laughter, clinking glasses, the sound of boots scraping across wooden floors. The kind of night where even the cold outside canât dampen the glow inside Jackson. You sit tucked under Joelâs arm at a table, cheeks warm from whiskey and company. Tommy, Maria, and a handful of others from patrol are scattered around you, the circle closing tighter with each drink and each story.
It starts harmless, a passing comment about old kidsâ shows, but then it happens.
âNo, Iâm tellinâ you,â you insist, finger pointed, brow furrowed adorably (according to Joel), âitâs Berenstain Bears. Like-stain. An A in the middle.â
Tommy snorts into his drink. âAinât no way. It was always BerenstEIN. Everyone knows that.â
Maria nods. âI read those books growing up. It was stein.â
You whip around the table, betrayed. âJoel, back me up. Theyâre wrong.â
Joelâs lips curl slow, like heâs savoring you more than his glass. âBaby, I donât remember either way.â His eyes crinkle, and he leans closer to brush a kiss to your temple. âBut watchin you get worked up over a coupleâa cartoon bears might be the highlight of my goddamn night.â
You gasp, dramatic. âSo youâre taking their side?â
âNo, darlin. Iâm takin in the view.â He chuckles deep, loving. âPrettiest argument I ever seen.â
Tommy howls with laughter. Maria clinks glasses with him. And you?-you sit back with crossed arms and a stubborn pout, which Joel finds impossibly cute. He bumps his knee against yours under the table and murmurs, âYouâre probably right.â
But the debate follows you for weeks. Months. Years. A whimsical, stubborn hill you refuse to die on.
Joel never forgets.
Few Years Later
Winter gives Jackson a quiet hush. Snow clings to the window ledges, making the early morning light feel softer somehow. Youâre home when the front door opens, Joel returning from a supply run, stamping slushy snow from his boots.
âGot somethin for you,â he drawls, voice scratchy from cold, wind and travel.
You turn, expecting maybe jerky or a tin of coffee beans he knows you love. Instead, he holds out something wrapped in cloth, square and flat. His eyes shine-proud, just a little smug in that Joel Miller way.
You unwrap it slowlyâŚand freeze.
Berenstain Bears.
Not tattered scribbles. Not a half-destroyed cover.
A real, intact childrenâs book-the A right there in the middle like a victory flag.
Your heart leaps up into your throat. âJoel-you- you found it?!â
He grins like heâs been waiting years for this moment. âBeen searchin for ages. Raided old libraries n houses whenever I could. Knew you were right, darlin.â
You donât even speak, you drop the book gently on the couch, grab his shirt, and push him back until he sits. Then you climb onto his lap, straddling him, peppering his cheeks, jaw, mouth with little excited kisses. He laughs under you, hands wide on your hips, warm even through thick winter layers.
âYou beautiful, stubborn man,â you breathe between kisses.
âWell now,â he murmurs, voice gone deep and low, âif this is my reward for provin you right, I shouldve done it sooner.â
You nip his bottom lip playfully. âOh, Iâll be wanting more than that, darlin. Been lookin for these damn books for years.â Joel chuckles, eyes dark and soft all at once, pulling you even closer.
His mouth meets yours slow, sure, full of everything he never says outright-devotion, humour, the soft place he keeps just for you. Outside the snow falls quietly, but inside itâs warm and golden and perfect. You, Joel, and a book that proves what you knew all along.
Berenstain. With an A.
And tomorrow, you canât wait to rub it in everyoneâs face. God, you love Joel so much.
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Hi! This is my first fic on tumblr, what did we think? đ¤ˇđźââď¸đ
Wasnât sure when to post so, I obviously chose now. Iâm not a writer perse, im dabbling abitđ
wasnât sure about how to lay this out, so I may have took a few ideas from peopleâŚ.this-this ok? Iâm new I donât know the rules. Apart from donât plagiariseđŤľđťđŤśđťâşď¸
aaah thanks so much for the love my little story is getting. I just wanna pepper kiss his face, his goddamn beautiful face đĽšđ¤
I love these types of stories! Just silly ones. This was so cute and I watched that episode thinking itâs stain!!!!!đ
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Heâs just so beautiful I wanna cry
"Village Church with Flying Saucer" - Art by Mark Bryan
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the creature who is exploring your body- groping, licking, biting, etc - wondering why yours is so different from his. at first itâs nice and sometimes even tickles, but when you slowly respond to his touch its not long til heâs overstimulating you.
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a/n: love love your mind babes because this had me nodding in solidarity at the screen. between jumping from a borrowed laptop and my phone this took a bit to write. but thankfully i managed to sit down and churn out the rest in a mad rush. and because it's me there's a bit of angst but like not really if i'm being honest. this was so fucking fun to write and i did change it up a tiny but i really love how it turned out. divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics.
summary: time ceased to exist when you found him in the forest, when he read to you by a fire, and the moment you kissed him with an earnest smile. OR letting the creature explore how he wants.
word count: 2.2k+
pairing: the creature x f!reader
warnings: explicit so minors dni 18+ only!! tiny itty bit of angst, romance, body worship of sorts, gothic love, overstimulation, edging, lots and lots of kissing, the use of my english lit degree, waxing poetically about needing to fuck the creature.
I love this time of night.
My daughters all cozy in bed with zzzzs coming out of her room and lm sobbing my little heart out cause Iâm overstimulated, tired, hungry and horny as fuck but I got a shit ton of stuff to do and no time to do itâŚIâll have to cry as I go, got no time to stop.