June Egbert x Reader
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“So you’ve never been kissed like a girl before?” You asked. Sitting next to you on the sofa June flushed up to her ears. She had just started to grow her hair out now, the dark strands only brushing the tops of her shoulders. Now she was twisting the strands around her fingers nervously.
“Is… Is there a difference?” She asked with wide blue eyes looking at you.
No.
“Absolutely.”
You were a filthy liar.
“Really?”
“Yes!” You assured her knowing you were lying through your teeth. You’d been friends with June since you were both children and you’d had a crush on her for almost as long. When she’d begun her transition you had made it your mission in life to be her number one supporter. It didn’t change your feelings for her. Actually you were pretty sure it only made them worse. Watching her experience things for the first time; makeup, cute clothes, stuffed animals, heels, and finding her name. It felt special. Sacred. Like she was sharing this with you because you were important to her. You’d fallen so ridiculously harder Karkat had actually laughed at you once. Now you were playing dirty. But you had Karkat to blame for it. He’d told you if you liked June so much you should just kiss her. So this whole thing was his fault. Now here you were ready to do whatever it took to get that kiss. Poor June had no idea.
“What’s it like?” She asked and you seized the chance immediately.
“Want me to show you?” You asked, placing a hand on her thigh as you leaned forward. June turned an even darker shade of red as she stared at you completely speechless. Oh, you were going to hell. Paving the way with the trick you were pulling on your innocent friend. Unfortunately you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. She had lip gloss on, its wet surface catching the light and tempting you further. According to June it tasted like strawberries. You’d never had a craving for strawberries so bad until she told you that. When she bit her lip nervously- you loved those dorky bunny teeth, not even braces had been able to get rid of them- you nearly snapped. But you’d been testing the waters for this for months. You could be patient. You had to be.
So you waited.
“I- um. Oh wow.” She giggled nervously, laugh turning into a snort, “That’s a funny one!”
“I’m not joking.” You replied, her laughter cut off abruptly, “Do you want me to show you?”
“Oh.” She froze eyes darting between your steady gaze and your lips. You had to fight the urge to smile.
“Well?”
“Do you… Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
You replied perhaps a tad too eagerly but it was true. You’d been wanting to kiss her since you were both knobby kneed tweens. Her eyes kept flickering over your face, unable to choose where to look. Her lips were slightly parted and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t clinging onto threads to keep from just kissing her without permission.
“Okay.” She spoke after what felt like an eternity, “How do we..?”
Her voice trailed off as you slid a hand through her curls, gently cupping the back of her head. You leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes open to make sure if she looked uncomfortable you wouldn’t miss it, but all you found was her steadily reddening face. Leaning into her space you could feel the breaths she took on your own lips.
“Just like this.” You told her before finally pressing her lips together. Unable to look away, you watched her eyes flutter shut. Her lip gloss was sticky as it clung to your own lips. The feeling of it slick and sweet. Your tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her lips.
She was right. It did taste like strawberries.
Your tongue licked along her bottom lip, teeth tugging the flesh playfully. June’s lips parted just slightly, the suction of her gasping all the invitation you needed. Her moan caught you off guard. Tongue deep as you were, the vibration went straight to your arousal. As you pulled back she tried to follow and you couldn’t help but to smile.
“Why’d you stop?” She asked when she realized you weren’t leaning back in.
“Because if I don’t I’ll do a lot more.” You replied. Your heart was in your throat. The thought of being rejected buzzing loud.
June was silent for a long moment simply staring.
And then-
“Why’d you stop?”
Okay so this is gonna be a quick and dirty guide until I solidify what the hell I’m doing with this.
So this is set on an alternate Earth to Earth C. Earth C never came to be in this timeline. While trolls and humans live in relative peace together its implied that Alternia still exists and travel between the two worlds is fairly common. I may explore this more as the series progresses but maybe not. Depends on how it goes. The series is focused on MSPAR’s trauma regarding the games. I took liberty with this, in my version MSPAR was under heavy mind control but vaguely able to recognize something was Wrong and that They Wouldn’t Act Like This freely. When Doc Scratch snaps them out of it the reader is left with the memories and the violation. MSPAR is dealing with the fallout of it all alone, they are aware of their ‘friends’ being nearby but refuse to make the first move. This series is less of the reader jumping onto the “friends!!” bandwagon and more of their former friends tentatively reaching out. All of this will be coded as platonic but you can read a romantic subtext to it if you’d like. I may explore the romantic aspects later on but that will be its own thing.
This whole thing started with Boldir Lamati and I’m gonna go for gold and try to do everyone. Some characters will get reoccurring scenes or multiple parts but again that depends on where this takes me. Once I figure out the links I will have a master post of the series but until then its just click on the Lightsverse tag and scroll. Sorry about that. Out of all the characters Polypa will be the most prevalent through the series because one- I love her and two- the exploration of moiraillegiance is my jam. So there’s that.
As always I will end this with the usual: My askbox is open forever so if there are requests, questions, or general bullfuckery feel free to absolutely light it up.
Ah fuck here we go. Trying to keep this up to date will be an adventure.
HOMESTUCK
FRIENDSIM/PESTERQUEST
TRANSFORMERS
MARVEL
616 MARVEL
DC
SONIC (plot twist I adore my fast boy and friends)
POKEMON
STAR TREK
ARCANE
STAR WARS
THE ARCANA
LOTR
TMNT
X-MEN
HETALIA
SUPERNATURAL
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA (not confident in this one but I've read the Manga and watched the anime so...)
FNAF
SHERLOCK
Heart trying to escape out of your throat you sat up in your bed breathing hard. For a moment you could still hear the sounds of the alarms on your little rocket ship blaring in alert as you crashed into Alternia’s surface. But as you began to wake more you realized you were safe- Alternia long behind you. Trembling from adrenaline you shakily threw off your blankets and slipped out of bed. Your legs felt weak, fawn-like as you wandered out of Marvus’ guest room. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what had triggered the nightmare. It had been years since that night, you weren’t even on Alternia anymore. Trying to calm yourself you stumbled into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. It was nothing. Nothing at all. You had experienced much worse than the shuttle crash since then and came out on the other side. Out of all the nightmares you had had since then it baffled and frustrated you that the crash was the most frequent of all. Behind you was the shuffle of feet and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned to find Marvus shuffling into the kitchen.
“Hey lil buddy was up?” He asked tiredly, voice gravelly from sleep. Guilt over waking him nearly choked you.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You spoke softly.
“Nah, don’ worry bout it. What’s wrong? Y’look like you seen some shit.”
“It was just an old nightmare. Nothing I can’t handle.”
That just made Marvus frown as he came to sit beside you, dragging his stool close enough your knees brushed.
“Wanna talk bout it?”
“Not… Not really.”
Marvus sighed, reaching out to lay his hand on your leg in a soothing gesture. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin, his cold hands remarkably grounding as you fought down the shivers of phantom panic.
“I know I ain’t yo diamond or nothin’ but you do be knowin’ I still care bout you right?”
“Of course.”
“But you still don’ wanna talk bout it.”
“Its an old nightmare Marvus, comes back up every once in awhile. But its over now. That’s what matters.”
“Still hurtin’ you somethin’ fierce though.”
“Marvus.” You sighed. He glanced away with a clear scowl before shaking his head.
“I don’ like seein’ you this worked up. ‘Specially when there ain’t a damn thing to do bout it.”
“I know. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Don’t.” He spoke voice surprisingly firm, you glanced up at him to find him staring at you intently, almost angrily, “Don’t apologize. I don like the thought of you jus’ hidin’ away til your thinkpan’s on straight. Ain’t right.”
“People have nightmares all the time.”
“Yeah? Well you ain’t jus’ people to me.”
You could feel the tears burning at your eyes, the stress of your nightmare rearing its ugly head. For a brief moment it was as if the deafening screech of metal was all around you again. Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on top of his.
“Thanks Marvus.”
His other hand came up to carefully wipe the tears from your eyes. Movements gentle as his thumb caressed your cheek.
“What can I do?” He asked after a moment when the tears just kept coming.
“I don’t…” More tears welled in your eyes blurring his face, “I don’t know.”
What a terrifying thought. The realization you didn’t know what would make you feel better at all. His hand brushed across your cheek again, then past it until he was carefully cupping the back of your head. He tilted you forwards as he leaned down until your foreheads were touching.
“That’s okay. Lemme jus’ take care of ya.” He spoke, voice soft. He tilted away from you to place a kiss to your scalp. “Don’ worry bout nothin’.”
A shuddering breath left you as he deftly moved to lift you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your head in his shoulder. Tears were burning at your eyes, trailing down your cheeks more insistent than before as you wrapped your legs around his legs.
“I’ve got you. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ get you tonight, babe.” Claws rubbing soothingly up and down your back you allowed yourself to cry openly. Sobbing without restraint into his shoulder as he carried you back to bed. He wouldn’t shush you, the comfort he offered was different than what Polypa offered as your moirail. But it was more than you expected to receive and genuine. So very genuine. You knew he’d cleave the world in two if you asked and it terrified you as much as it soothed you.
But tonight you could admit that it was what you needed. To know you were safe, to know you were loved, it was enough.
Call me Ben, I am 21 years old and I am an atheist transgender woman living in a country where its a big sin to be homosexual or transgeder. The sentence is 14 years imprisonment if caught or reported with evidence.
I have been living an undercover life for four years now, my family are extremely religious and wouldn't let it slide if they get to know about me. My uncle suspected me once, he told my parents and they promised to hand me to the Feds if the suspicions a true. My mom (who is lenient)promised to send me to corrective therapy and never allowed access to the outside world until I'm sane (they see my originality as insanity).
I can't keep this cover up for much longer, already I'm raising eyebrows and so many are watching my every step. I'm scared, and all I ask Is be what I want in a safe environment. I don't want to face 14years jail term nor want to be looked up in a corrective therapy.
I want to move out to a neighbouring country where Its not a crime to be who/what you want to be.
The money is to cover my travel expenses and living expenses until I reach a place where I can create my own income.
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Heyo! I was wondering if i could ask for a spicy pt 2 to 'That [redated]",by chance?
I'd be happy to! What would you like me to include? Here's my FAQs if that'll help!
https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs
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A pair of captors for 22:22 2/22/22! Happy twosday!
I recently thought about how the old Tumblr was friendlier to artists and writers of smut/erotic content, and how the community labels started to give some of it back to us.
While writers went scot-free all those years, for probably the simple reason, people would need to read the whole posts to get to the smut, things like Smut Sunday still died down.
I like to see if there is even any interest on something regular for writers AND artists of NSFW content.
With the power of polls, my ideas. If you are interested in something like this, please leave a comment, and we will see if something like this comes to life.
I don't want it to be like Flash Fic Friday or similar events with a limited timeframe. If anyone out there is like me, when writing smut you need to be in the mood for it, so we can think about events at a later date.
Please reblog to spread it far and wide.
Please for the love of god. I have so many fics to finish and update.
I just wanna post a new fic. No i don’t wanna have to write it lol
Your friendly pansexual fantasy writer and theorist. Come and be welcome. I'm happy to take requests for different fandoms as well! !!REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND ENCOURAGED!!
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