What Do I Do If Im A Raging Homosexual Who Is Currently Having A Gay Panic Attack For The Fifth Time

What do I do if I’m a raging homosexual who is currently having a gay panic attack for the fifth time in a row

You embrace it like fucking Elsa-

★★★𝘼 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙮 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 18: 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚)★★★

Character: !Sugar mommy Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Mentions of stressful days, future implied smut.

Genre: Smut?

Word count: 0.5k

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You sat on the bed that you and Larissa shared, your eyes scanning over your body that was currently decorated with the red lingerie that you had bought online a couple of days ago with some money Larissa had given to you back when the two of you had just started your relationship.

Even though the two of you weren't supposed to fall for each other because of your situation as basically a sugar mommy and a sugar baby, you still found yourself very much attracted to the older blonde, and you still wanted to make her feel as good as you knew she deserved to feel.

Knowing it would help her frustrations with the students at Nevermore that she had today, you had quickly stripped your body of your work clothes as soon as you had arrived home from the office, replacing the uncomfortable fabric with the much more freeing lingerie that could also be described as a revealing nightgown.

Your phone's ringing immediately snapped you out of your thoughts, quickly grabbing it to place it towards your ear, looking at the caller ID to confirm that it was Larissa.

"Is everything okay Rissa?" You asked with a worried tone, your eyes looking down at your hand that held the mobile device to where you could hear it.

"No, I apologize, but I think I may...need you...tonight," Larissa replied, the sounds of a car turning off and a door slamming emerging from the other end of the line.

You nod, even though you knew she couldn't see your action.

"Don't worry, I'm already prepared," You smirked, hearing the blonde unlock the door by the keys jangling.

You hadn't told her you'd be home early, and that was all part of your plan to help your girlfriend...or...whatever she was supposed to be.

You hung up the phone unexpectedly as you heard the blonde open the door to your shared bedroom, dropping her bag in shock as she saw you wearing the very scandalous outfit.

"Is this for me?" She asked, walking up to you and roughly kissing your neck to get some frustration out.

You nod, a whimper leaving your lips as you shudder under her touch.

"I know you had a really rough day today, so I wanted to help you feel better by letting you use me," You explain, beginning to leave your own trail of kisses down Larissa's neckline.

Larissa smiles warmly at you, and she nods in gratitude.

"I'm so lucky to have you," She sighs, getting on top of you as she began to fondle at your breasts, kneading them aggressively as she knew it would help let off some steam

You went to slide the lingerie off of your body, only for your hand to be swatted away, the older woman moving her red lips towards your ear as her regal accent filled your hearing

"Oh no sweetling...this stays on..."

★★★𝙋𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 27: 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Shower sex, eating out (Mel receiving), rough kissing, a couple thighs slaps,

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.3k

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Soft sweat drops fell down your body as you felt yourself being pushed up against the wall, a tingling feeling of cold air rushing up your body as the condensation from the shower decreased the temperature on the wall.

Your eyes immediately darted down to the woman dominating you, your tongues fighting each other inside of your mouths as your fingers tucked themselves in between each beautiful red lock on Melissa's head, letting you see the tips of your fingers peeking out from her hair.

"Mel..." You whined impatiently, your hands gripping slightly harder at her beautiful curls as she sucked all of the lewd noises from your mouth with just the touch of her gripping you and the taste of her tongue intertwining with your own.

Melissa didn't say anything in reply, just breaking the kiss quickly to confirm that she had correctly locked the door to your hotel room's bathroom with the worry that Barbara may accidentally come in.

"God, you're even hotter like this. I didn't even think that was possible," The redhead mumbled under her breath just loud enough for you to hear, quickly taking off your bathing suit as your own hands came down from her head to untangle the knot keeping her perfect breasts caged in her green bathing suit.

She tossed the top of your [Favorite color] bikini off to the side, which was quickly joined by her one piece, leaving you two completely nude as you roughly made out as the steam from the shower filled up the room.

You tried to resist her dominance, not wanting it to be a simple process for the older woman to make you submit to her. You pushed yourself off the wall, hands wrapping around her waist as you pinned her to the other side of the room, her tongue still overpowering yours.

"Don't flatter me. You're much more attractive than me, you know it," You chuckled, secretly hoping Melissa would overpower you again and make you her little toy.

Melissa's hand quickly flung over to the inside of the shower, slamming her palm softly on the faucet to make sure the water wasn't scolding hot for you two before she quickly returned her focus to getting her position as the top back.

The older woman's fingers snaked around your bicep, squeezing it softly as her eyes shut, her other hand wrapping around your neck as she gripped your chin softly, breaking the kiss much to your dissatisfaction.

"You're the bottom in this relationship. You know that, hon?" She asked with a fat smirk as she watched you blush, grabbing your upper arm tighter and twirling the two of you around once again, your breasts pressing up against each other while the two of you let out soft sounds of pleasure.

You rolled your eyes, earning a soft slap on the thigh that made you whine.

"Melissa-!" You squeaked, lifting your leg to press your foot against the while to give you more balance.

"Don't be a brat, and it won't happen again," Melissa smirked, kissing you passionately once again, pausing mid-way through to sink her teeth into your lip, earning yet another lewd whimper from you.

You couldn't handle all of the teasing. It was too much for you; you could feel your arousal spreading across your thighs as they rubbed up against each other.

"Please...I need you. I won't be a brat, but please just fuck me," You mewled, a soft cry leaving your lips as the older woman's lips found their way to a pressure point, sucking on it softly as it left a slight mark in her place.

"You really are so easy, aren't you, hon? Even when you are trying to play all hard to get, it's just so cute to watch you pretend you're on top," Melissa muttered with a dark and lust-filled voice.

"Melissa!!" You pleaded with her, frustrated at her antics as she continued to roughly yet passionately kiss your flesh, smirking as she watched you squirm.

Melissa, also getting slightly impatient with her teasing, took your pleas seriously before dragging the two of you inside the shower.

"You asked for it sweetheart." She chuckled, pushing herself down while forcing you onto your knees. "Eat me out like a good girl while I wash you, and I'll give you what you want when we get back from the party,"

You nodded eagerly, quickly burying your face in her heated core, electing a couple of loud moans from Melissa as her hands reached for the shampoo, placing it onto her hands before slowly rubbing it into your scalp as your tongue lapped at her pussy.

While her fingers massaged the shampoo into your hair, your tongue continued to collect all of the juices that left the redhead's core as you slapped your tongue against her sex, continuing to draw out more lewd noises from her as she felt her body tensing up.

"Fuck...! Y/n!!" Melissa cried, bucking her hips softly into your mouth as your lips attached themselves to her puffy clit, your tongue still swirling inside of her heated center. "C-Close!!"

A soft whimper escaped your lips in harmony with her beautiful moans as you felt your hair being pulled slightly to wash all of the shampoo off of your locs, your mouth still very focused and dedicated to pleasuring the older woman the best you could.

"Oh sweetheart!! God don't fucking stop!!" She moaned, never more grateful that she was in the shower where no one could hear as she came undone underneath your mouth.

Her hands continued to run through your hair as you brought her over the edge, your mouth collecting every last drop of her release before your emerging yourself from in-between her thighs.

"Feel good?" You smirked, receiving another soft slap on your thigh from Melissa.

"Yes," The redhead replied with a raised eyebrow before cupping your chin. "So good in fact, that I want you to do it again, and I'll fuck you twice as good tonight..."

★★★𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 24: 𝙑𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Shitty writing, masturbation

Genre: Smut

A/n: I apologize for this being so short!! All short oneshots will be edited after October!

Word count: 0.1k

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She stood ther, her eyes darkening with desire as they peared through the tiny crack on the door that led to your shared bedroom.

Your hand was tucked in between your legs and your moans were filling her ears, you knew you shouldn't be doing this right then and there, especially with the threat of Morticia coming home at any point.

Suddenly you heard a creak of the bedroom door. Your eyes shot open and you immediately stopped and pulled your hands away from what you were doing.

"Did I tell you to stop?" The ravenette asked, walking over to you and sitting down on a chair in front of the bed.

You shake your head, sliding your hand down to your pussy as you contuined to rub at your clit.

"Please Tish...I haven't cum yet....please let me cum..." You whimpered, to which Morticia only smirked.

"You'll cum when I say so," She chuckled darkly

★★★𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 20: 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Rough sex, degradation, praise, enemies to lovers, semi public sex, Top Mel/Bottom reader, mommy kink, vaginal fingering,

Genre: Smut

A/n: I can't believe it's already day 20!!!

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat alone in your classroom, the sounds of soft (favorite music genre) music filling your ears from your headphones as you twirled your pen in-between your fingers carefully, eyes scanning over each of your students' math tests.

You checked the clock once again, your eyes rolling at the sight of it only being 3:30.

"I feel like I've been at this for hours..." You mumbled, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you returned your focus back to the papers on the desk in front of you.

But your peace (If that's what it could even be described as) was soon interrupted by the intercom going off, the sound of Ava's carefree and relaxed voice filling your classroom as it did with every other room and hall inside of Abbott.

"Attention faculty of Abbott Elementary, please make your way down to the library so we can discuss what to do about Legendary Charter school trying to turn Abbott Charter," She said, her voice slightly more serious than you had ever heard it be before.

The name Legendary Charter made you cringe, sucking in the air through your teeth as your eyes narrowed in worry and slight embarrassment.

You had been the only teacher at Abbott who came from a Legendary Charter school up in New York, but most of the teachers welcomed you with open arms despite your past.

All but a certain redhead.

You didn't feel like going through the torment of being the subject of her mockery, your teaching skills being discredited all because of what school you came from.

It wasn't like you enjoyed your time up in New York, it was the opposite of that actually. You were constantly belittled by other teachers even worse than Melissa could dream of doing, and the principal didn't give a single shit about the teachers much less the students mental health.

You quickly dropped your pen on top of the papers, standing up as you swiftly made your exit, fists slightly clenching out of anger from Dremonds actions.

"Oh? So you actually don't want Abbott turning charter?" You heard a south Philly accent say as the smell of citrus and mint filling your nostrils, letting you know just who was mocking you yet again. "What a shocker,"

You shot a glare at Melissa as the two of you walked down the hallway near the library, your fists balling up even more at the older woman's antics.

"You know damn well I don't want this school turning Charter," You growled, holding in the urge of punching her square in the face for the sake of your reputation as the kind teacher.

Melissa rolled her eyes, and you only replied with walking past her, quickly walking into the library as you sat down on a chair, fiddling with your earrings in slight worry about the whole meeting.

"Is this everyone?" Janine asked, your eyes quickly looking over at her before looking at the door once again.

"I think so," You nodded, slightly turning your head around for confirmation.

"Alright everyone," Ava said as she quickly walked inside of the large room containing every teacher and staff member, shutting the door as she sat down on top of a desk. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Gregory sighed, leaning slightly into the table as he placed his head on his palm.

You shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know either...this whole situation is crappy," You added, your eyes softening in anger and sadness.

"Of course you don't know," Melissa scoffed, "You want Abbott charter, that's why you came here, to expose all of us and to turn Abbott into one of them," The redhead said, looking at you with spite and distain.

"I do not!" You exclaimed, gripping at the table with your nails holding tightly onto the ridges of the slightly polished wood.

"Melissa," Barbara warned, before looking at you with a sympathetic look. "I know you don't sweetheart, no one but Melissa thinks that,"

You sigh, rubbing your left eye as you turned slightly around to face all of the other teachers.

"Just know there are no stupid ideas," Ava says, internally desperate despite her lack of doing literally anything a principal should do.

"What if we lock all the doors so they can't get in? Like lean on me," One of the teachers behind you added,

Ava, giving a side eye to the cameras, released a sigh in response.

"In a rare turn of events, I was wrong," She sighed, only for Janine to pipe up with an idea.

"What if we host a giant fun party with games, food, and so much more, and they have to sign the paper in order to get in?" The brunette asked, leaving you to nod in reply.

"I know the Dremond will stop at nothing to turn Abbott charter, and that we'll have to fight back stronger. We need to fight fire with fire, get the community together against Legendary just like how they were riled together against Abbott," You agree, standing up straight as a slightly determined look crossed your otherwise concerned-looking eyes. "Unless we can't afford to host such a party?"

Melissa, who was sitting across the table from you, only looked at you, a slight rosy tint forming at her cheeks as you finished your inquiry, managing to roll her eyes in addition.

Ava shook her head.

"No, we can afford it, don't worry. I'm so glad I thought of this idea!" The taller woman smiled, shrugging her shoulders in a smug manner, leaving you and Janine to look at each other in pure confusion at the principal's antics. "We can call it Ava fest!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Melissa interrupted, leaning forward slightly, "Why is it named after you? You don't even do anything!"

Ava paused for a moment, before smirking at Melissa.

"It's not named after me, it stands for 'A very Abbott festival' " The principal retorted.

"I think it's a good idea," You smiled, looking back at all your other fellow teachers for confirmation which you got almost immediately by everyone other than Melissa, of course.

The meeting soon dismissed itself after that, but you weren't so lucky as to be able to leave.

"Y/n," Melissa demanded, tapping you on your shoulder after everyone else had left the library,

You turned around quickly, facing the woman as your body backed up into the door, shutting it.

"What do you want?" You muttered, your eyes narrowing as you quickly regained your confidence and walked up to her, matching her crossed arm position.

The redhead quickly pinned you back against the door, making your eyes widen in confusion as your cheeks broke out in a massive blush, feeling the older woman grip both of your arms together with the hand that wasn't keeping you against the door.

"I should be asking you the same question...What do you want out of Abbott? You obviously want to turn it into a charter school, but you won't admit it," She said sternly, her voice so alluring and dominant you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together, hoping for any chance of hiding how secretly turned on by the woman you were.

You could barely choke out the words to your answer, your mind clouded with lewd thoughts about the woman in front of you, when it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks.

You always thought you were afraid of her...but it now hit you that the reason you always got all rosy-cheeked around her was because you liked her.

"I...I don't want anything," You whimpered, your eyes looking down at your wrists that were tied together by the older woman's hand.

Melissa only pinned you tighter against the wall, pushing your hands perfectly up against your clit, sucking gasp out of you.

"You expect me to believe that? Hm?" She asked, licking her lips before biting the bottom one, leaving you even more flustered.

"Mmm..." You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly as to avoid any glances you may exchange with the woman in front of you.

The redhead looked at you with a raised eyebrow, moving her face into your own as you could feel her hot breath on your face.

"So cute..." She mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

More soft and tiny whimpers escaped your lips as you felt your hands rub up against your sensitive nub, and that's when Melissa took the initiative.

Your eyes widened with confusion as you felt your lips harshly connected, your tongues fighting against each other for dominance, only for Melissa's to win.

You let out a loud moan as you tasted her, she wasn't bitter like you thought she would be, and she was even more perfect at doing this than you could have ever imagined someone being.

After a minute, the older woman left your lips for air, a string of spit still connecting your tongues until Melissa began to speak.

"Tell me to stop when you want me to...or tap my wrist three times..." She muttered, using the hand that was pinning you to the wall to tilt your head to face her.

You ignored her, and only pushed her forward, kissing her passionately as your moans harmonized with each other.

Melissa, however, was not about to let you top her.

She quickly grabbed you by your waist and slammed you down onto the desk, gripping your chin with her perfectly manicured and muscular hand.

"You think I'm about to let you win this, princess?" She growled in your ear, roughly tugging off your skirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby table, a shiver going up your back as you felt the cold air of the library hitting your heated and wet core.

You tried to resist her strong grip, but only failed miserably as it only led you to rubbing your thighs together.

"Hmph!" You whined, legs beginning to tremble with ache and need as you felt the older woman slide off your completely ruined underwear.

"Is that attitude I hear?" Melissa asked, slapping you hard across your ass, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that somehow sent shockwaves throughout your body.

"No mommy..." You whimpered, bucking your hips up slightly as you felt her fingers grazing themselves around your folds.

"Oh?" The redhead chuckled. "Already submitting to me are we?" She smirked, shoving three fingers inside your tight hole without any warning, making you scream.

"M-Mommy~!!" You cried, your legs trembling quickly at how fast you had been manhandled.

Melissa could only continue to smirk in reply, watching as a ring of your cum surrounded her fingers while her other hand continued to viscously grope your ass, occasionally spanking it roughly and filling your body with more feelings.

You didn't know how it was even possible for someone to be so good with their fingers, then again, you hadn't really been fucked since that one hookup you had a year ago.

You could already feel the knot in your stomach coming undone as more screams of ecstasy left your mouth from the redhead slamming her fingers in and out of you, curling perfectly at your g-spot.

"Please Mommy~! I'm close~!!" You cried, legs finally go weak and nothing more than a shaky mess as Melissa slid in a fourth finger.

"Oh your close~?" Melissa cooed, slapping you once more on your ass, leaving it red before pulling your hair so she could talk to you easier. "Then cum for me princess, cum all over mommy's fingers like the good little slut you are," She growled, leaving a single hickey across your neck.

You absolutely wasted no time and immediately let yourself go, eyes rolling back into your head as your walls clenched around nothing as your orgasm ripped through you.

You laid there for a moment, soft shivers being sent down your spine as Melissa left kisses across your neck before finally picking you back up, sliding your skirt back up your legs and sliding your soaked panties into her bra.

"Why don't you come home with me, alright?" She smiled, stroking your cheek as she admired how pretty you looked all blissed out like that.

You nodded, and she quickly stood up, walking out of the library and the school through the back exit as to not get caught.

You knew you both were going to explain to your co-workers how your relationship changed overnight...

★★★𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Thigh riding, mommy kink, brat taming, kitten as a pet name

Genre: Smut

Word count: 0.9k

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You walked inside your girlfriend's office, crossing your arms and huffing in an exaggerated manner.

The redhead looked up at you, tilting her glasses forward as she lowered her computer screen to have full attention on you, as you were her main priority.

"Yes kitten?" Wanda asked, tilting her head slightly as she observed your exasperated look and body language.

You roll your eyes at the pet name.

Strike one.

"You've been working all day," You groaned, walking closer to your girlfriend and leaning on her desk, your fingers tapping unintelligible patterns on the wood below their tips.

Wanda sighed, brushing off your attitude as just simply getting up on the wrong side of the bed.

"I know Y/n," The older woman smiled, looking down at her computer for a second before locking eyes with you once again. "I'm almost done, just give me a few more minutes, alright?" She asked, her eyes looking at you like you hadn't just rolled your eyes or come in all upset.

You only managed to scoff in response, your eyes looking around the room as your angry grip on the table only increased, alerting Wanda's attention.

"Can you just stop working for a minute?" You reply with a frustrated tone, rolling your eyes once again, causing your girlfriend to raise an eyebrow.

Strike two.

"Kitten," Wanda warned, looking at you with more serious and demanding eyes as your bratty behavior and attitude only increased.

"What?" You grunted, crossing your arms with a loud huff.

The redhead stood up, wrapping her hand gently around your neck, not applying any pressure as she began to speak in a firm tone.

"Mommy is working. Now be the good girl that I love and be quiet," She replied, the pads of her fingers only managing to press slightly into your skin.

You push her off, biting your lip in frustration.

"Can't you just stop working? Or are you addicted?" You huffed, gritting your teeth.

Strike three.

Wanda had enough, and she showed it almost immediately. She quickly grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you onto her lap as she quickly slid off your bottom garments.

"Shush kitty..." She muttered in your ear with a dark and seductive vocal range. "You're not going to speak until I say so,"

Finally! She was finally paying attention to you!

You let a tiny whimper escape your mouths, only for your lips to be slightly pulled apart by your girlfriend's thumb.

"Did you not just hear me?" The redhead asked, to which you nod, making a smirk tugging at your lips.

Your lips pursed together in frustration as you felt Wanda's thigh grind up against your aching cunt, your eyes shutting tightly as your clit was then rubbed by her upper leg.

You knew you shouldn't have disobeyed her, but you only expected a spanking or something of the sorts.

You didn't expect her to have you on her lap, grinding your wet pussy against her clothed thigh, the texture of her jeans sending slight shockwaves throughout your body as you continued to move your hips just like your girlfriend had instructed you to do so.

Her left hand kept a hold on your lower back, her thumb rubbing circles around your soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as her other hand resumed typing away on the keyboard.

At just the rub of her thigh you felt your body softening itself, the feeling of her touch was indescribable to you, even if it was supposed to be a punishment.

The next 20 minutes were excruciatingly long, tears pricking at your eyes as you silently begged Wanda to let you release with your whimpers and pleading looks.

The moment you saw her laptop close you felt a rush of relief wash over your body, but it was quickly increased when your girlfriend looked at you, beginning to rub at your clit with harsh movements.

You easily finished all over her leg, the milk of your orgasm falling to the floor as you looked back up at the redhead, who began to speak with a smirk evident in her tone.

"Oh no sweetheart...Mommy isn't done with that pretty pussy of yours just yet..."