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[its-weird-el]

If you could estimate, how many people do you think dislike/hate you because of all the... The things you've done...

at least three

two of them are n*li

[frei-und-schwerelos]

the type of animal i become when an elphaba tries to say they've done 2000+ shows is incredible. do not think you can get past me, my spreadsheets, and the Wicked Cast Lists wiki

[frei-und-schwerelos]

Shout out to the willphaba fan who followed BOTH my main twitter account and my secondary media account you a real one!

[perfctvelvet]

Restless

Dua/Reader Content: established relationship, fluff, somnophilia, nipple play, oral, tribbing.

Author's note: Working on a few things and revamping the patreon for yall :3 will be posting a little more frequently in March!

Dua would toss and turn for an hour before admitting to herself that she's actually not trying her best to sleep.

She often complained to Y/n about not being able to fall asleep, and not being able to stay asleep when she eventually did close her eyes. Y/n just told her that she wasn't used to having this much down time and that eventually she will be able to regulate her sleep schedule. Dua, however, was insistent that it wouldn't happen and every night she would eventually wake Y/n out of her deep sleep and ask for entertainment. The first two or three times Y/n didn't mind it, actually finding it cute to see her girlfriend bored and needy for her in the middle of the night. But it stops being cute around the fourth or fifth time.

Dua's habits were cutting into Y/n's own sleep schedule. Just because Dua was taking a break from her fast life that doesn't mean Y/n was. At one point Y/n was sneaking away to the guest room to avoid having her sleep interrupted. When she had been caught Dua had to convince her to stop sleeping in a different room. Y/n felt a little guilty after being caught, but she was still hesitant to sleep in the same bed as someone so insistent on waking her up when they can’t sleep.

"Just because you can't fall asleep doesn't mean you get to mess up my sleep schedule too!"

She understood where her girlfriend was coming from, and although she wanted to be stubborn about it, Dua decided to be good and obey. Worse than not being able to sleep is not being able to sleep and being in their bed alone. At least Y/n's presence was comforting to her.

Tonight was no different. Dua was not tired, nor could she keep herself still. She made sure not to move so much knowing that Y/n was trying to sleep. Every time her girlfriend shifted around in the bed, Dua would pause and watch her intently hoping that she hadn't woken her up. Unsurprisingly, the only way to wake Y/n up was if Dua were to annoyingly shake her awake. Dua felt guilty for past interactions where she selfishly decided to wake her, but it's lonely being up all night by herself.

Each time she looks over at Y/n she notices something different about her. She wore nothing but a pink, wireless bra and crushed velvet pink pajama shorts. She could've went without the bra because it barely contained her tits anyway. Her nipple peaked out from the corner of the fabric and Dua reached over to softly cover it back up. It didn't matter anyway considering that it's just the two of them in the room, but Dua thought it was a nice thing to do.

Touching her skin, however, felt more like a naughty thing to do. Her fingers accidentally grazed her upper stomach, making Dua inhale deeply. Y/n always looks so cute when she's sleeping, even though Y/n may disagree with that sentiment. But she always looks totally relaxed, which makes Dua both envious and lovestruck.

Y/n’s body didn't respond to Dua's accidental touch which piqued the curiosity in her girlfriend. She wondered how much touching it would take to actually wake her up. Her gentle touching isn't like the shaking she would do to wake her all those late nights ago.

Dua began to push the limits on where her touch would go. She had lightly rubbed her stomach for some time before moving south and rubbing her inner thigh. Y/n would shift just the tiniest bit and make a small noise, but still she didn't wake. Dua wondered if she could be affecting any dreams she could be having. Did Y/n feel it when Dua's hand got close to her pussy? Or did she feel it when Dua brought her hand back up to her tits and circled her nipple through her thin bra? The more she did it, the more Y/n's body seemed to react to her yet her girlfriend didn't wake up. She knows Y/n wouldn't be able to fake being asleep but she begins to wonder when she sees Y/n furrow her brow.

With a finger, she delicately moves the bra cups out of her way to expose Y/n's nipples. It didn't seem like Dua would need to do much work seeing as they were already hard. She circled the sensitive skin of each bud with her finger. Dua was feeling emboldened by her movements not waking Y/n and decided to go further and grope her tits. Y/n’s nipples pushed against the palm of her hand as she did so. Dua licks and then bites her bottom lip as she gropes her girlfriend's soft flesh. She moans as if she's the one being touched. She watches the expression on Y/n's sleeping face change and she's enamored by it. She hopes to have clouded all of Y/n's dreams with lust and sex. She wants to know if what she's doing is working so she places her hand back between her legs and pushes her shorts to the side and feels her pussy. Y/n is wet. She's not as wet as she would be if she were awake, but there is no denying she is wet.

Dua can't help but rub Y/n's clit and that elicits a small moan from her mouth. It'll be impossible for her to stay asleep any longer. Dua watches her face until her eyes eventually begin to flutter open.

"Baby?"

"Shh -- it's just me."

Y/n's raspy sleep voice and the look of confusion on her face is so hot to Dua. Once the confusion is replaced by the pleasure from Dua rubbing her clit Y/n begins to moan.

"I told you to stop waking me up in the middle of the night," she moans sleepily, closing her eyes again but this time from pleasure and not tiredness.

"I couldn't help myself. You looked so cute laid out for me. You know I always have to touch my beautiful girl when I see her."

Now that she was awake, Y/n began to moan louder. Still being half-asleep made the pleasure more intense. She arches her back, tits jiggling as she does, and stirs her hips for her girlfriend.

“Mmm, feels good,” Y/n sleepily groans. Dua rubs her clit slowly but with much pressure. Y/n is slightly annoyed she was woken up out of her sleep, but she can’t complain too much because the pleasure is building and building. A pinch to her nipple is what wakes her up fully. She groans louder than she would’ve liked, and before she could moan more, Dua covers her lips with hers. It’s a sloppy kiss between the two of them more so because of Y/n. When Dua pulls away she can’t help but laugh at the state her girlfriend is in. She always complains about being woken up in the middle of the night, but tonight she isn’t complaining at all.

“Did you think you were having a wet dream?”

“I think so,” Y/n whispers, her moans chopping up her words.

“Can you tell me what was happening?”

“You were about to fuck me. You were sucking on my neck and rubbing my stomach.”

“Something like this?”

Dua buries her face in Y/n’s neck and begins to suck on her sensitive skin. Instead of rubbing her stomach as Y/n described, she placed her other hand on her boob and groped it while she stimulated her in every way she possibly could right now.

Being annoyed was no longer an option. Waking up to nothing but pleasure is heavenly, Y/n must admit. It was all about her, her girlfriend’s way of being apologetic. Her legs spread wider as Dua’s fingers get sloppier. Y/n took the opportunity to push her fingers out of the way and rub her clit herself. Dua caught on quickly and two wet fingers inserted Y/n’s hole. Y/n began to moan as if she wanted to wake the entire neighborhood. Every touch and every movement had her on cloud nine.

She whimpers through her orgasm. Her cum coats Dua’s fingers and creates a sloppy mess. Y/n can’t quite fathom how things escalated so quickly. She feels a tiredness seeping into her body not but she doesn’t feel like she’s done.

Not a word is spoken between the two as Y/n rolls on top of her girlfriend. Their lips meet in an uncoordinated kiss. Y/n grinds against her with her clit sometimes catching the friction from Dua’s thigh. They’re both sleepy, horny messes. Yet that doesn’t stop Dua from removing all the layers hiding her pussy. She spreads her legs wide to slow off the glistening mess making Y/n cum get her worked up.

Y/n takes her shorts off, and without needing to be asked, puts her pussy on her girlfriend's; she roughly grabs her legs as she straddles her and begins to move her hips. It was easy for their clits to glide against one another due to how wet they are. Y/n can feel how much of a sticky mess is being created between her and Dua’s legs.

“It feels so good,” Y/n sighs as she throws her head back. She grabs onto Dua’s leg to use it as leverage to move her hips faster.

Dua looks down and sees the wetness between them. Her eyes can’t pick where to land between the way their clits bump together and Y/n’s tits bouncing in her face. Her mischievous behavior was paying off as she began to feel the pressure in her belly. She grabs onto Y/n’s hip and squeezes, her nails digging into her flesh causing Y/n to gasp.

“Make me cum baby, make my cum!” Dua coos as Y/n begins to move faster.

Her movement is a bit sloppy as they melt into each other. She had just come, but Y/n feels like she might come again or just come very close to it. She was sleeping not that long ago, now she is all riled up and teeming with energy.

“Are you gonna cum, princess? I want you to cum for me so bad,” she paws at her girlfriend’s chest as she turns Dua into a weeping mess. It’s ironic how the tables have turned.

Dua is a mumbling mess as she cums against Y/n’s sex. The warmth blossoms between their legs and Y/n whimpers at the feeling. A lust-drunk smile spreads on her face as she grinds harder and harder until Dua is shivering from the pleasure and everything more. It was sort of Y/n’s revenge for waking her up even if it feels so good.

She chokes out a broken, “b-babe-”, hands gripping her flesh even harder now. Y/n is still swirling her lips, looking down at how worn out she is. Dua can only last a few more seconds before she’s using her forceful grip on Y/n to slow her down. Y/n listens, and thinks to herself how this should make her girlfriend tired enough to fall asleep easier tonight.

They’re both a mess, but they’re just too lazy to move.

“Promise you’re not gonna be mad at me for waking you up?” Dua asks, her eyes pleading for forgiveness although she was forgiven the moment her fingers hit Y/n’s sweet spot.

Y/n kisses her forehead. She won’t be mad, but she’ll definitely be annoyed when the middle of her day rolls around and she’s utterly exhausted.

“I’m not mad, especially not after that, but don’t wake me up again. You know I have work in the morning.”

Y/n turns to her side, facing away from Dua and closes her eyes. She feels the bed shift and an arm drape over her. Within seconds she hears a soft hum from behind her, indicating that her girlfriend was already sleeping.

[perfctvelvet]

Something Over Nothing

Zendaya/Reader

Content: ex-lovers, angst, implied cheating, smut, oral, thigh humping. 18+ only!!!

Author's note: Planning to post the Dua fic later this week! Also working on a series idea for patreon, but I'm not 100% sure about it. Anyway, enjoy!

“I don’t want to make this any more confusing than it already is.”

“How is it confusing? I think everyone would understand that we’re giving this another shot. And, if someone asks, we can just say we were taking a break.”

Y/n sighs in frustration. Zendaya has a gleam in her eyes, showing off her ardent optimism. She is 100% all in this, but Y/n isn’t sure what ‘this’ is. Yes, Zendaya was becoming present in her life again after months of not being together, but Y/n struggles to see where that equals their relationship rekindling; if anything she thought they were closer on the path to just being friends. There has never been any discussion of what they have — that is something Y/n is trying to avoid.

“That’s not a good idea,” is all she says, much to Zendaya’s frustration.

It’s going to take a while for her to budge, especially with the way things ended between them. It took her some time to simply even talk to her ex-girlfriend. Zendaya is at their once-shared apartment almost everyday now. Sometimes she cooks breakfast or dinner. She sometimes even sleeps in the same bed as Y/n when they’re both too tired after fucking each other. The lines were blurring and it’s because Y/n is allowing it which leads Zendaya to believe they’re in a better place.

Zendaya had made her favorite meal last night. The warmth between the two of them last night left her feeling hopeful about amending things. They felt like a couple in love again. She was even further emboldened to think that when Y/n invited her into her bedroom that night. There wasn’t that familiar lustful look in her eyes, instead she was inviting her in because she simply just wanted to be with her. It made Zendaya feel missed and loved. If she knew that it wasn’t a sign of them headed in a favorable direction then maybe she would’ve declined and just fell asleep on the couch.

“You never wanna talk about this! Everyone thinks something is up. My parents are asking about us — my friends too. And every time they ask I have no clue what to say to them.”

Zendaya gets real solemn and quiet, running her hand over her tired face as she sighs. Y/n has never, ever made this easy. She hates to call Y/n difficult, but it frustrates Zendaya how she’s constantly ignoring the obvious.

“Does everything we do mean nothing?” She continues.

Y/n scoffs as she begins to feel a little cornered. This is a topic Zendaya can go on and on about for hours, but Y/n struggles to entertain it.

She’s not using Zendaya like she may be implying. It’s just hard when she feels the pressure (and it’s not just coming from Zendaya) of trying to get back together. Things were very tumultuous at one point, and just because they’re both doing better now doesn’t mean she’s ready to just jump back in. Y/n can admit that she enjoys her company and still has deep feelings for her, but it’s hard when deep hurt also exists inside of her.

“It’s not just about sex. Not to sound like I have a big head, but there are plenty of people I can just sleep with.”

“Well you’re giving me whiplash! You know how I feel about you, and sex complicates things.”

The way Y/n clings onto her and cries her name while she’s fucking her allutes to there being emotions attached to sex together. Y/n is gorgeous so she could easily find someone else to see or fuck, but she’s deliberately choosing to spend time with Zendaya and sleeps with her. That has to mean something.

It means something, but Y/n isn’t ready to jump into the deep end of the pool. She’s much more comfortable letting Zendaya slowly slip back into her life. She was becoming a part of her daily routine again; making breakfast in the morning, sometimes stopping by her job for lunch, and helping her unwind in the evening. The way she lifts the small burdens off her shoulders is much more appreciated than the grand declarations of love.

“I want to give us another shot,” Zendaya admits something everyone, including Y/n, in the entire world already knows. “You still mean so much to me.”

Y/n sighs in frustration. She wonders how Zendaya must feel about having to beg for this. She feels bad because she knows it must hurt to be shut out like this. However, she’s putting herself first — and she is telling herself to take it slow.

“I just don’t want to rush into things, and I won’t. That’s where I stand and I’m not moving on it.”

Although her words would sound like rejection to others, to Zendaya it sounded like a second chance is still being considered. That means something to her.

“Okay,” she says slowly as if accepting. “Okay,” she says again.

So, where do they go from here? Continue to act like they’re together again like they have been doing for the last month or so? Or will Y/n eventually go back to icing her out?

“Well, Y/n,” she hesitates for a split second. Her mouth gets dry, knowing her next words could ruin everything. “I won’t stick around forever…I can’t.”

Zendaya has never used herself as leverage with Y/n, it was usually the other way around. Y/n was stunned by the shift of tone in her voice, nearly putting everything into perspective. Even if she means what she says (she doesn’t though), Y/n realizes that the thought of not having Zendaya around makes her heart race. She’s been linked with other women before, but she never took is seriously because she always came around despite them no longer being together. Y/n honestly doesn’t believe Zendaya will stop coming around, but the threat scares her. Zendaya could very well give up on trying to rekindle a relationship with her and it would be absolutely devastating for both of them. Having Zendaya follow her around like a little puppy was fun — she can’t lie — however, she truly loves her presence being around. She’s too stubborn to admit it, but Y/n loves her being around. Zendaya has changed since they're relationship ended and while some of her new habits are new to her, she doesn’t mind them.

“You don’t mean that,” Y/n says weakly. She hopes to the high heavens that she really doesn’t mean that.

“Maybe I do.”

Zendaya’s voice is also weak. They’re both two liars who want each other very badly.

Zendaya can understand Y/n’s hesitation to want to jump back into a relationship with her. She has been a bit eager which she can admit. It’s hard for her to discern what is real and fake; she’s not good at simply just hooking up.

“But you’re the one who wants to keep trying, you said it yourself.”

“I did, but something has to give, Y/n. This isn’t fair to either of us. I don’t want to lay down with you knowing it’s not going anywhere. You make me feel good and not just physically. I just want you to see that this still means something to me.”

Y/n didn’t intend for the conversation to go this far. Zendaya is always willing to spill her feelings though and she figures this has been bubbling under the surface for a while. All she can offer her ex is a “sorry,” but she isn’t exactly sure what she is sorry for. Zendaya accepts it anyway and gets up to go get started on dinner. Y/n really doesn’t want to be alone right now, but she is unsure how to approach it.

She follows her into the kitchen about fit minutes later. She rests against the corner just watching Zendaya where she looks distracted. The guilt is starting to sink in. All of the homemade meals she’s been eating lately were made by her ex. Zendaya always said she knew how busy Y/n was and always made sure she had something to eat after work.

“Z,” Y/n’s voice almost cracks as she speaks. Her skin grows hot in embarrassment of both her weakness and why she’s standing in the kitchen’s entrance. Zendaya turns around and looks at her with an unreadable look on her face until it becomes one of shock when Y/n says sorry again. “I don’t want to fight with you. I wanted to have a normal day with you.”

A normal day with each other.

A “normal day” for them is Y/n coming home and then spending the first 30 minutes pretending there isn’t any sexual tension between them before they cave. She just wanted today to be the same. Zendaya feels a little guilty for throwing their day off by pressing her with uncomfortable questions. So she’ll be the one to make sure the day ends like a “normal day.”

Y/n understands what’s happening when Zendaya turns the stove top off and approaches her. Their argument seems so trivial when she raps her arms around Y/n’s waist and presses their lips together. She always had a way to make Y/n melt, which always pissed Y/n off. Zendaya’s soft eyes, warm embrace, and loving touch always pissed her off. She wanted to be strong enough to withstand the affection, but it was nearly impossible.

“Y/n,” she moans her name as if she’s touched her yet. Y/n is aware of the effect she has on Zendaya, she has used it to her advantage many times before.

Y/n feels herself being lifted up and she makes things quick by hopping onto the kitchen counter. The kissing intensifies as Zendaya leans into her. Her back meets the wall causing her to groan into her mouth. The vibration drives Zendaya crazy. The existing frustration is taken out in this bruising kiss.

“You taste so sweet,” Zendaya moans before kissing Y/n again. No candy she’s had as a kid could compare to this. Zendaya can’t think of the last time she has wanted someone so bad.

The day has been so long and Y/n is just so tired of fighting. She gives into her desires, what her body craves, and her ex-girlfriend’s touch.

Her legs get thrown over Zendaya’s shoulders, and her face between her thighs heats her up. She can feel her breathing against her covered sex. Zendaya feels privileged that she’s allowed this. She kisses Y/n’s bare thigh once and then again for good luck. Her hands grip the underside of her pretty thighs.

“I’m so lucky,” she whispers, voice muffled by Y/n’s thighs, but Y/n moans regardless.

Y/n bucks her hips which causes Zendaya’s nose to press into her clit. She likes when Y/n is this eager for her because she’s always willing to oblige. Soon her panties are on the floor and her wet tongue is pressed flat against Y/n’s clit. She cries out as Zendaya spoils her sensitive nub. She thinks the kitchen might break if she grips it any harder.

Her clit rolls against her tongue before she takes it into her mouth.

“Oh my god!” Y/n’s voice cracks as she whines.

The pleasure Zendaya brings her is something she’ll never get over. She almost thrashes around from the overloading of her senses. The sound of her ex-girlfriend’s lips smacking against her pussy makes her want to cry. She’s so good at paying attention to detail, licking her in the way Y/n loves until she hears that strangled “baby, baby, baby…”

Y/n is embarrassingly close to cumming on Zendaya’s tongue. She’s sure she could go for longer like the energizer bunny, but Y/n already feels ready to tap out. Despite the death grip on her, her thighs tremble beyond control.

Zendaya’s grip slips from her thighs so two of her fingers can push into her. Her pussy engulfs her in wet warmth, making Zendaya moan. She looks up at Y/n, a gleam in her eyes, and tells Y/n not to cum just yet. Y/n throws her head back and lets out a frustrated groan. Zendaya’s fingers are hitting just the right spot; how could she not cum when it feels this good?

“You were desperate for it,” Zendaya teases. She likes seeing Y/n squirm, especially after she tried to put a wall between them. “Throw a fit when this is all you wanted.”

Her walls keep sucking Zendaya’s fingers in, making it a challenge to pump them in and out of her. Y/n’s needy body is so fun to watch as she withers away under her ex’s power.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum for me now.”

Zendaya’s ability to read her body irks Y/n to no end, but all she cares about is having her permission to cum. She gets over being embarrassed about it feeling “too soon” to cum and lets go. Zendaya kisses her thigh as Y/n creams on her fingers. Arousal seeps out through any tight space it can manage to. It feels so obscene to watch it happen up close. Zendaya leans in and licks the exposed parts of her fingers, and Y/n’s clit in the process. Y/n shivers from the feeling.

“Good girl,” Zendaya coos. Her gingers slide out and she admires how messy Y/n is, “you look so pretty like this. This pussy cums so much for me.”

Y/n was embarrassed, but it’s true. Just because they haven’t been together in a while doesn’t mean Zendaya forgot how to play her body. She remembers every single thing that sets her off. Her thighs tremble and she tries to shut them, but fails because of Zendaya’s body placed between her legs.

“Z,” she whines. She’s out of breath, but she knows Zendaya wants more out of her.

“I know baby,” she kisses her inner thigh again. “I know it’s too much, but you can take it. I love you so much, you’re such a good girl.”

Zendaya stands up, ready to press herself against Y/n, but not before unbuttoning her shirt. Underneath is a familiar white tank top. It looks like any regular tank top, but Y/n notices the shad near the shoulder which is evidence of a time when she got too carried away. She can never help herself when Zendaya is feverishly going down on her, or filling her up to the point she feels like she’s being split in half. When it just feels too good, all Y/n can do is whine for her.

“Too much,” she cries, yet she’s opening her legs again.

Zendaya’s embrace is soothing but her body is so close to Y/n’s that it has her riled up. Her comment about it being ‘too much’ begins to sound like a lie when she starts gyrating her hips. Her pussy was looking for pleasure again, so Zendaya gave it to her. She pulls Y/n close to the edge and places her leg between her thigh. Y/n instantly begins to grind against her; humping wildly. She reaches her hand down between them and begins to rub her through her pants. Her movements are sloppy and uncoordinated, but she wants to make Zendaya feel good too.

The two engage in a sloppy dance of admiration. Y/n can’t help but feel a little guilty about letting this happen. She’s strong until the very last minute where she destroys her own boundaries just for a taste of pleasure.

She would’ve suffocated in it if it wasn't for the obnoxious ringer interrupting the two of them. She whines embarrassingly loud when Zendaya pulls her leg away and she Y/n no longer feels any pressure on her clit.

“Shit.”

Zendaya is just as annoyed as Y/n when she realizes that the ringing is coming from her back pocket. She doesn’t want to answer, but with a sigh she reaches into her back pocket to see who is interrupting them. She hoped it was just someone a part of her team or a family member she wouldn’t mind sending to voicemail. However, the name on the screen made her heart race, and she knew she couldn’t miss it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Her tone changes completely causing Y/n to become curious. She has heard Zendaya talk on the phone with family, friends, and manager so many times before that she knows what the distinction is. The way she answered the phone is reminiscent of a time where their relationship was something new.

Y/n can hear the voice on the other side of the phone, but she can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Zendaya’s face is hard to read which just agitates her even more. The feeling in the pit of her stomach makes her feel dizzy and nauseous.

“No, no, I didn’t forget I just got caught up with something.”

Something.

Zendaya had to turn away from Y/n as she spoke on the phone. She was desperate to end the call, knowing that she was in the wrong, but she was stuck. She won’t be able to face Y/n once she ends the call.

“Okay…okay…sounds good…I’ll see you soon.”

Neither of them look at each other. Y/n hops off the counter and pulls down her skirt. She feels like someone’s mistress, but it isn’t fair. She was here first, and she always will be here.

“Y/n-“

“It’s okay. You can go.”

Y/n doesn’t turn around to face her which makes Zendaya feel even worse. It’s truly both of their faults for getting themselves into this mess and playing this game, but Zendaya can’t help but feel like she bears most of the burden. She shouldn’t be seeing anyone else while trying to figure things out with Y/n.

Nothing else is said between the two as Zendaya gathers her things and Y/n lets her out the front. She’ll be back tomorrow, Y/n is sure of it, but she hopes that they can both get their shit together by then.