Locker Room Talk Pt.7

“Kryptonite...”

Vivienne POV:

I took the time to know her instead of going straight to the bedroom...It doesn't only make me crave more from her sexually, but it makes me want more than just that, sex. I want her on all levels, body, mind, and soul. I want her all. I want to be hers...and her to be mine.

I hear water rushing from the bathroom. I smile and yell in that direction. "Better not be using my shampoo! Or my body wash." I hear her distant yell back, "Well?! That's all I see!" I sigh getting up and going into the bathroom. "FUCKING PERVERT!" I chuckle, responding while getting the guest stuff from the drawer. "You know good and well that's my job, Luci."

I move the curtain a bit to hand them to her. "The blue one is body wash and the pastel purple is shampoo. Don't fuck with my shampoo or my body wash, unless you want to go around people smelling like me." I hear her chuckle as I walk out of the bathroom. "I wouldn't mind smelling like you, Vivi. You smell nice, the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Like your personality"

I sit on my bed. Ten minutes later, Lucinda's out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Any clothes?" I nod, getting up and walking into the closet, grabbing a panda onesie and throwing at her. "Oh, hi! Thanks V!"

I nod again, sitting down. "This may be strange to ask- but you got a pair of underwear I can wear?" I smirk, "Hmmm, let me see what I have for you." I get up and make my way to my lingerie drawer. "Give me a colour that isn't the colour I'm wearing."

My soft pale skin was barely covered by the soft transparent silk that goes around my undergarments. "White?" I let out a silent hum finding the most innocent lingerie I have that's white. I throw the panties and the lace bra at her. Her face flushes red, as she turns around dropping her towel to her feet.

"I hate you for that." I chuckle sitting on my bed. "Why is that, you didn't say how to give it to you." When she's in the lingerie she stands directly in front of me. "Yes, darling?"

She softly touches my cheek before slapping it and then she rubs it. I love pissing off Valentine so instead of letting out an "ow" I moan and I see her face find a whole new shade. "Goddamn pervert." I smirk laying back on the bed. "Sorry, I just absolutely adore pain, so you have to do more than just physically hurt me, Luci."

She sighs, getting dressed and laying beside me. "I hate you." I chuckle at her words. "You love me." She pushes my shoulder.

"Exactly, that's why I hate your ass." We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Hey V?" I look over at the dark brunette, "Yes?"

Lucinda asks me yet another question. "What's your favourite song, I need to know your taste in music." I sigh out a breath of relief. "Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat."

Lucinda PoV:

I pause. "At this point I was thinking Dirty Talk, or something more sexual but, Cyber Sex?" Vivienne laughs, sitting up and opening her phone. "Siri, pull up Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat." Repeating what Vivienne said Siri followed her directions.

"Since you think Cyber Sex isn't sexual let me just tell you the lyrics until you get it."She softly sings the lyrics. "I wanna touch on you, you see me in my room, wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do, I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera." She looks at me. "Must I break it down for you?"

I shake my head no. But she continues making me blush. "Are you into that? Let's break the internet,We do the best, when we have cybersex." My face is now a tomato, and when she finished.

When she looked at my crimson face she smirked and air-kissed my cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling- You should have said stop!" She laughs and I groan. "I swear, Vivienne we aren't going to get far with your pet names." When she notices she stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, again...It's a bad habit that will be hard for me to drop, since I'm a seductress and all." I nod, understanding. "Well, can you not use it with me please, V?" Another wicked smirk forms on Vivienne's pale complection.

"I love it when you beg-" She pauses when I give her the look of "Really, bitch?" and she stops. "Sorry, of course, I'll try to, Luci." I smile at Vivi and she smiles back, she rarely smiles from what I know so seeing her smile is a blessing to see. "Any more questions, Valentine?"

I shake my head and then she starts firing questions at me. "Besides Pandas what are your favourite animals?" I smile, "Suprised you didn't ask what my kinks are, well, Sloths, especially baby sloths." Vivi smiles at me, laying with her head dangling at the end of her bed, her raven hair touching the floor. I flip that way as well and Vivienne says something about it.

"You must love wanting to copy me." I roll my eyes. "What?! Hell no!" She smirks. "So why did you use my Shampoo? I can smell it in your hair, Lucinda Valentine." I roll my eyes once again.

"In my defense it smells good and it'll remind me of you when I leave your house." She plasters on yet another wicked smile. "Who said you were leaving?" My eyes widen ad I get up. "Nope!" She laughs hard getting up and embracing my hand.

"I'm playing with you, Lucinda! Come back! You're wearing my clothes!" I pause at the door. "Fair point." I walk back to the bed and sit down. "Plus, I'm tired can we sleep?" Vivienne nods, "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

She gets up but I grab her arm. "Look! You live here, you sleep in your bed." Vivienne gets in the bed, dragging me in the bed with her. "We both sleep in my bed." My face glows red before I start to move back but Vivienne says something else.

"As friends, I won't try to have sex with you if you don't want it because I don't want to lose you to my sexual energy..." My eyes widen, "Oh, of course, V." She wraps me in the covers and her arms and I hugged her tight.

"Good night, Vivi."

"Good Night, Kryptonite."

Prompt #2

It’s a quiet day in San Fransico. You are touring there with a couple of friends. Roaming the Great Union Square you spot a statue. It’s of a snail. But from it’s mouth comes a mini water fall of water. The snail is a bit bigger than the regular snails you see. You towards it as if you were drawn to it by an invisible stream of magic. When you swish your finger through the water coming from it’s mouth and suddenly you see a checkerboard pattern under your feet. “Great…back in wonderland…again.”

August: I’m so risky now! Last night I went to a crazy club! And this morning I ate yogurt that was 2 days past the “eat by” date. I am like a maniac!!!

What type of CRACK FIC?!

I HAD AN AI WRITE A STORY ABOUT Y/N AND LADY DIMITRESCU AND HOLY FUCK I AM DYING

Silly Y/N

A Short Story

by AI

Y/N had always loved elegant Castle Dimitrescu with its curved, crowded castle. It was a place where she felt angry.

She was a silly, peculiar, whiskey drinker with sexy boobs and strong neck. Her friends saw her as a snotty, solid stubborn. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a salty daughter. That's the sort of woman he was.

Y/N walked over to the window and reflected on her scary surroundings. The snow flurried like running lycans.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alcina Dimitrescu. Alcina was a sexy strong with muscular boobs and tall neck.

Y/N gulped. She was not prepared for Alcina.

As Y/N stepped outside and Alcina came closer, she could see the hurt glint in her eye.

Alcina gazed with the affection of 5158 lovable mushy moraicia. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want making love."

Y/N looked back, even more love and still fingering the good wee wee. "Alcina, “I love you.”," she replied.

They looked at each other with angst feelings, like two flaky, few flies drinking at a very spiteful Christmas Party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two incredible uncles dying to the beat.

Suddenly, Alcina lunged forward and tried to punch Y/N in the face. Quickly, Y/N grabbed the good wee wee and brought it down on Alcina's skull.

Alcina's muscular boobs trembled and her tall neck wobbled. She looked happy, her emotions raw like a greasy, grim gun.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Alcina Dimitrescu was dead.

Y/N went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

I'm going to cry

This is my daughter.

I claim her as my daughter.

I will fight you if you ever disrespect my daughter and her gender.

Now onto why I'm going to cry.

Season 5 Episode 5 of AHS.

Liz was talking about how she came to be. And it got to the part when her and Elizabeth were talking that is going to probably make me cry.

Okay so when Liz was in full femme. Dress, Furs, Heels, Elizabeth appeared like the vampire she is and said "I've been watching you." before saying some other things.

Then she said

"You look like a man, you walk like a man but you smell like a woman..."

AND KNOWING HOW ELIZABETH IS. I THINK SHE COULD TELL. It's like she could smell her soul. Like her aura. (I know she said blood)

*continues to watch the episode* *now is in tears*

"Why do you cry love?" "No, you don't lack beauty. You lack commitment." "Let me help you to become who you were born to be." "A goddess."

EXCUSE ME WHILE I SOB IN MY FOLDED CLOTHES PILE

I always wanted this. I always wanted someone to say this to me. Never happened but I'm still waiting. My mother? My father maybe? Someone? Please goddesses bring me someone like this. I don't even need them to be a s/o they just need to be a friend.

Me: I don't like blondes

Also Me:

Bela...my love.

Regrets of Loving Her

I sit on my bed, crying for another night. I’m curled up around my giant black bear, Isadora got me for my birthday. It still smelled like her. “My Isadora…” My cries grow in volume, burying my face into the bear’s soft fur. “Vivienne.” I hear a knock at my door and I almost instantaneously change my facial expression and my mood entirely. “Yes?” He opens the door and makes eye contact that I can’t break. “Sir.” I bow my head respectfully. He sits on my bed, making me look at him. “What’s wrong.” I shake my head.

“Nothing.” I cross my arms but I end up holding my stuffed animal tighter. “Let it go and throw it away.” My eyes widen. “No.” My voice is stern and full of venom. “You’re blaming yourself about Isadora’s death.” I look away from him. “Can we not talk about that.” He snaps his fingers twice making me look at him. “We are going to talk about that.” I sigh, sitting up, bringing the stuffed animal with me. “What do you want.” I cast him a hard glare and he just smiles and shrugs.

That’s my father, sly as a fox when he wants to be. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He says brushing a thin strand of hair from the way of my face. “Now, what’s wrong?” I sigh, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. “I regret it…” He looks up, “Regret what, princess.” I glare at him, “Queen.” I roll my eyes, “I regret loving her.” He tilts his head, keeping eye contact. “You shouldn’t regret that, Vivienne.” I throw my hands up, “Well I do! I got her killed!” My father grabs my hands, holding them looking me in the eyes.

“Don’t regret love. Love is powerful even if I hurts.” I tug on his hands. “Sir, I got her killed do you not understand?” He tugs my hands, “Don’t call me Sir when we’re having Father-Daughter time.” I nod, averting my gaze. “Look at me.” I make eye contact with him and he tilts my head up. “It is not your fault, princess. You can’t control everything.” I don’t mean too but I raise my voice a bit. “I got her killed! You said that people like us shouldn’t love. I should have listened…” He runs a hand through my hair.

“I was angry and heartbroken when I said that.” I roll my eyes, “When are you aren’t?” He sighed, “You loved someone and you lost them. I know how that feels but it’s not your fault.” I raise my voice again, this time meaning to. “Yeah, it’s their fault for falling for us. They’re fools for doing so. As you said, it’s not my fault.” I growl under my breath. “I was angry when I said that! What do you not understand?” He started to yell, and I did right back.

“I understand everything! I understand that you are so full of yourself that you can’t take the blame for something I did and won’t let me take the blame for what I did on my own!” I yank my hands from his. Taming the anger on his face, he sighed rising from my bed. “Pull yourself together. We have things to do.” He closes the door before giving me a second to respond. I bury my face in the fluff of the stuffed animal and scream. “Quit that!” I hear my father yell before I hear the slam of another door.

“It’s going to take everything in my being not to come up to him one day in slap him in his face.”

What did she not write?

deserved

Song: Lunchbox Friends by Melanie Martinez

That's why my 2022 started off depressing.

the title of the last song you listened to is how ur 2022's gonna go

Arin: I thought you were dead!

JD: I get that a lot.