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poppy-metal · 1 year ago

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procrastinating like crazy dont tell my bio professor but but i raise to yoy ... upperclassman!jordan who's in some of your classes--who you aren't reaallyy friends w but it's sort of implied that they r there for you bc they always seem to end up coming to ur rescue when creepy guys hit on u at parties 🙄 because your scumbag bf is probably too busy playing beer pong with his bros. it's not like you and jordan go out of ur way to hang out w each other but you know they care about you at least a tiny bit !!

and it just so happens they live in the same building as aforementioned bf. n when you and he get into a fight--a big one, bad enough to leave tears streaming down your cheeks n your hands fisted at your sides--and you just want to get away from him, their door is the one u end up knocking on. sniffling when they open it up, barely having time to open your mouth around a meek "'m sorry." before they're gripping your chin, painstakingly gentle, eyes panicky. "hey- what happened? you're not hurt, are you?" and their tone, the way they touch you, everything--js makes you feel so much better :( hiccuping out "can i come in?" and they aren't gnna say no 🙄

make sure everything's okay, that he didn't hurt you, get you a drink n everything before sitting on the edge of their bed. you pacing, ranting abt dookieface bf between sniffles 😔 all "i just- i don't know who he thinks he is. i know i'm not perfect, whatever, but--i'm nice to him!! i mean, for fuck's sake, i'm pretty cute, too. nd he just- he doesn't care about me. i don't know what i did wrong." jordan mumbling out "hey, c'mere." bc your voice breaks w the last sentence and you're crying all over again :( wrap you up in their arms, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck. "you didn't do anything wrong, freshie. he's just an asshole." n they don't say it but they're fantasizing abt allll the ways they could kill him 🤗

and you pull back, wiping your cheeks w the back of your hand. "don't think he likes me, jordan. he ignores me nd--he's probably cheated on me a million times. it's like i don't mean anything to him--he can't--won't even make me cum." and jordan raises an eyebrow at that one. n you're quick on the defensive, "'s just- i don't know. don't even think he tries." and booy have u piqued their interest. you're just digging yourself a hole, unable to stop ur words from spilling out. "he- he was my first. ever. and it's like that meant nothing to him." taking a step back n mumbling out, "i'm sorry. that was too much, i just... i should probably go, anyways." as if they would ever let you 🙄 especialky after that lil confession.

n you're still close enough that they can grab your hips, pull you back towards them all gentle. "'s that why you came here, hm?" soft smirk on their face at the way you flush, stumbling over your words, your excuses--gripping your chin to shut you up. "shh. he's an asshole, baby, i know." when they stand up and turn you around, hands moving to your waist to sit you on their bed. your big eyes looking up at them, your shaky little voice when you whisper out, "jordan..." them pushing your legs apart so they can step between them :( grabbing at your thighs, leaning in so you can feel their hot breath on your ear when they whisper, "what is it, little girl? need me to make you cum, hm?" nddd you know it's wrong but you r nodding :( a little bit frantically :( and zoo wee mama are you in for it!! bc they csll jordan pussy destroyer for a reason!!!

too dleepy to proofread anf also my demons possessed me and. couldnt fight them off but ❤️❤️ love u poppy!!

-🦸‍♀️

grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u

breath catching n tears teetering on your lashes your mouth dropping in a perfect O when jordan pushes your thighs apart. their ringed hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs is enough to suck all the air out of the room and you're already panting by the time you let words tremble out, "b- be gentle, please?" because your boyfriend - ex - has always been rough meaty hands grabbing at you in ways that never made you feel small in a good way, more like a poorly treated chew toy. dry digits shoving in your cunt - pumping once, maybe twice, before calling it enough.

jordan chews on their lip, to you it looks like contemplating; but jordans just hiding a grin. you're such a little fawn, they think. stumbling on shaky legs from the jaws of a bear into the den of a fox, because it looks kinder. but jordans still has fangs and they still want to eat you up. the difference, they guess, is that they actually want you to enjoy yourself.

nothing feels quite as good to their ego than a cute girl squeezing the life out of their fingers with their cunt.

"you've been with bad men, not only that, but one who by the looks of it - can't lay pipe for shit." their hands soothe up your thighs higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your panties under your skirt. "we'll get you sorted, princess."

you think they'd slide your panties down but they dont. you jolt, though when you feel the bare brush of their knuckle against the slick folds of your cunt as they skim their fingers down the edges of your panties. they hook the fabric to one side.

their eyes flick up to yours, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

your shake your head, biting your lip. something flashes in jordans eyes. "you good with me eating you out like this?"

you feel your face flush but you're quick to nod. "yes." you rush to say, "um. youre very pretty."

jordan smiles then. something in their gaze softens, just a little. "thank you, baby." with their free hand they pat one of your knees, nudging it open - "spread for me? there you go -"

nawing on your lip as you spread your thighs shyly, you cant help but eagerly look at jordans reaction to seeing your cunt. the way their eyes darken immediately. they bite their own lip, silky hair falling around their cheek as they shuffle closer.

"fuck." they say. still holding your panties to the side, still just looking. "shit. i need to-" their eyes dart to your face, "was gonna rizz you up some more but i really fucking need to eat you out -"

your head falls back when they cut themselves off like they can't help it, can't talk anymore, the draw between your legs to intense, and their head is between your thighs and you feel the soft wet heat of their lips around your tight little bud and its so fucking good - already better than anything you've had. jordans so earnest - they fucking love eating pussy, you can tell. the way they move their tongue, like their kissing it - sucking your lips, licking between them, swirling around your clit. dipping in and out of your weeping hole.

your hands fist the sheets - you dont even remember your exes name.

#ask #🦸‍♀️ anon #sighs dreamily #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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The Aftermath || LN4 {7}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Your plans for the day go awry when Max shows up but it all works out in the end. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, spanking WC: 2.3k

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Another Questionable Penalty For Norris. The headline caught your eye because it wasn’t under the sports section that you avoided when you opened the newspaper. Instead it was under the entertainment and gossip section and you scanned through the column, growing angrier with each sentence.

“Can I take this?” you asked the barista as she handed over your coffee order.

“Whatever,” she shrugged and went back to her station without a care.

The newspaper burned a hole in your handbag the entire way home and Lando jolted back in surprise when you tossed it onto his lap. He almost fell out of the wicker sunbed that he was napping on beside the pool with how fast he sat up.

“Is this true?”

“You’ll have to give me a bit more information than that, love,” he said as took the tray of coffees from your shaking hand and placed them on the table that also held his phone and drink bottle.

“The article.” You pointed to the page in front of him. “You’re getting penalties because of me.”

“What?” he laughed and picked up the paper, a smile growing on his face as his eyes darted over the words. “I mean, Andrea would probably be happier if that’s what happened, but it’s all on me, baby. I lost the inside line on a corner and it pushed Alex wide.”

He caught your hip and pulled you onto his lap, still grinning as he tipped your chin back to kiss you before teasing, “I do like that though, getting penalties because of my girlfriend.”

“It’s no secret, they aren’t my biggest fan,” you chuckled as you tucked your head into the curve of his neck while your fingers stroked the stubble that was slowly spreading across his jawline. “Are you really planning on growing this out?”

“Why, don’t you like it?” he asked with a smirk before rubbing the sharp hairs on his chin all over your cheek. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Ugh, it burns,” you complained between laughs as you tried to pull away but he locked his arms around you and stood up.

“I know just the remedy,” he promised and you barely stopped laughing in time to take a breath before he leapt into the pool with you trapped in his arms. The pool was cold compared to the temperature of the hot summer's day and you gasped when you broke the surface, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Is that better?” he asked as he wiped the water from his face.

“No, I’m wet and cold.”

“You’re what now?” he asked as his lips twitched in amusement.

“I’m cold.”

He bit his lip to stifle his laugh. “And?”

“Dihydrogen monoxide has permeated the layers of my clothes.”

“You’re no fun,” he groaned playfully as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

He didn’t see your teasing smile as you kissed his temple and whispered in his ear. “I’m wet, Lando, all because of you.”

He peeked up with a twinkle in his eyes and captured your lips as his hands trailed down your back to cup your ass as he deepened the kiss. A deeply satisfied sigh tickled your cheek as you trailed your lips over his racing pulse and you grazed your teeth over the sensitive skin.

“No, go away,” Lando groaned suddenly and you pulled back confused as he pointed to the house. “Not you, baby. That muppet.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Max walking through the backyard, covering his eyes as he stumbled over the pebble footpath.

“Can you please open your eyes before you hurt yourself?” you asked when he nearly took out your roses that had slowly been nursed back to life. “Or my flowers.”

“Depends, are you still sucking Bob’s face?”

“Could have been more but you showed up,” Lando muttered under his breath. “What’s up, bro?”

“What’s up?” Max echoed in disbelief. “It’s Tuesday, tell me you didn’t forget-”

“Shit, the photoshoot,” Lando swore as he unhooked your legs from his waist and kissed your cheek. “This isn’t over, love, you’re mine as soon as we get home.”

You sighed longingly as you followed him up the pool steps and watched the rivulets of water running down his tanned back. “I can’t believe you forgot your photoshoot.”

“Really?” he laughed as he looked over his shoulder. “This is me we are talking about.”

“You’re right.” You looked at Lando’s best friend who was finally looking where he was walking. “Max, next time tell him he has a game of golf booked instead - he never forgets golf.”

“That’s actually genius. Or, I can send the meetings to you and you can remind him?”

“Whatever stops any future interruptions works for me,” you said as he took a seat on Lando’s sun lounger and made himself comfortable. “You can have my coffee but it’s probably cold by now.”

Max grinned as he picked up the takeaway cup and saw the order. “Ooh, my favourite. Thank you!”

You rushed through the house not wanting to drip too much water on the carpet and reached the master bathroom as Lando grabbed two towels. “Can you help me get out of these?” you asked as you looked down at your skinny jeans and he grinned mischievously.

“With pleasure.”

“What’s taking so long?” Max asked as he knocked on the bathroom door after ten minutes had passed. “You’re not banging in there are you? Come on, Lando, keep it in your pants for five minutes.”

“It’s not me!” Lando shouted back. “Y/N recklessly jumped into the pool fully clothed, now her jeans won’t come off.”

“How immature, that sounds just like Y/N,” Max stated sarcastically before you could and you smirked at Lando as Max took your side.

“How immature,” you mouthed, looking down at Lando where he was knelt on the floor trying to pull the tight jeans down.

“I think I’m just going to have to cut them off,” Lando admitted.

“Seriously? They’re my favourite pair,” you pouted as you looked in the floor length mirror. “They make my ass look good.”

“So good.” A resounding slap bounced around the room before warmth spread over your backside and your lips parted with a gasp as Lando covered his mouth in shock. “That was so much louder than I expected.”

“What was that?” Max asked. “Wait, I don't want to know. I’m going to wait in the living room.”

The heat on your ass was spreading and you bit your lip as a soft moan escaped. Lando’s hand fell away from his lips at the sound and he looked at his pink palm with a sexy smirk. “You like that?”

There was no denying it as your nipples peaked against the material clinging to your skin. “Maybe you could try again to be sure?”

“Fuck yes.” Lando was on his feet in an instant, turning you to face the vanity as he bent you forward before opening the drawers and finding a pair of hairdressing scissors.

“This’ll do,” he murmured as he cut away the denim until he could pull them off and throw them onto the laundry hamper.

You were trembling with anticipation as he soothed his hand over your burning cheek, his eyes holding yours in the mirror as he raised his hand before bringing it down with a sharp slap. Your response was instant as you bit your lip and moaned loudly, pushing your hips back for more.

“You are unbelievably sexy, babe,” Lando praised as he spread your legs wider with his knees and felt how ready you were when he buried two fingers in your pussy. “And so fucking wet.”

“Please, Lan, I need more than your fingers.” You didn’t care how wanton you sounded as you begged him to fuck you, he had a way of releasing the audacious side you hadn’t known was there. And he was more than happy to give you everything you wanted.

Your hands braced on the mirror as his fingers were replaced with his cock and your fingerprints smeared the glass when he thrust his hips forward and filled you completely.

You tried to keep your voice down but the voice of reason fell silent when Lando brought his palm down on your ass again and his name fell from your lips with a needy whine.

“Oh god, Lando, harder, please,” you begged as you rocked your hips against him and licked a finger before finding your clit with a gasp. Pleasure spiked as he snapped his hips faster and harder, the sounds of your bodies meeting roughly filling the room as much as your mewls and moans did. “That’s it, babe, oh fuck, just like that.”

Your head fell forward with a cry as your legs began to tremble and the heat in your core flooded your body, warmth dripping down your thighs as you came. Lando moaned and he pulled your body against him, leaving sloppy kisses over your shoulder before sealing his lips over the crook of your neck.

Your core clenched as he marked your skin and he broke away with a primal sound. “Fuck,” he rasped as he shuddered before spilling himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I love you.”

You froze as you stared at his reflection, his eyes half-lidded as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You weren’t sure if he even knew what he said, or it was just a spur-of-the-moment-while-he-came sort of thing, but you needed to know. “Lando?”

“I love you, Y/N,” he murmured softly as he placed a kiss on your temple and retreated slowly from your body. “It’s okay if it’s too soon for you to say it. I just couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

A smile grew on your lips as you turned to face him and draped your arms around his neck. “I didn’t think I would ever be able to love someone again, but I love you too, Lando.”

–

Max was sitting on the sofa beside his phone that was playing music loudly, shaking his head with eyes full of judgement, when you finally emerged from the bedroom showered and fully dressed. “I expected better from you. Lando, not really. But you, definitely.”

“Why does it feel like my mother is scolding me?” you asked Lando with a giggle, the high of your orgasm and confession still leaving you giddy.

“Mother Max, has a ring to it. Mummy Max? No, Mother Max it is.”

“No, no more nicknames,” Max argued as he turned the music off. “And definitely don’t call me that on stream, you know that shit sticks around for months. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you should not,” Lando said with a dark laugh that promised it was exactly what he was planning to do now. He took your hand and started heading to the garage before calling out to Max who was still sitting on the sofa. “Bro, look at you sitting around, we’re gonna be late now ‘cause of you.”

“You’re such a dick,” Max said with a shake of his head before catching up. “Why are we even friends again?”

Lando tossed his free arm over Max’s shoulder and brought him in for a side hug before ruffling up his hair. “Because you love me.”

“Like a headache,” he said as he shoved Lando away with a laugh, trying to fix his hair up as he skipped ahead down the stairs to the garage. “Hurry up!”

It was a miracle that there was hardly any traffic heading out of the city and, with a few speed violations, Lando got to the location of the photoshoot only a few minutes later than planned. He still had to run off to the trailer that was set up for hair and makeup as soon as he parked but he didn’t seem too worried about being late since he sent you a wink over his shoulder along the way.

“You sure you don’t want to jump in some shots?” Max asked as he grabbed a bag full of Quadrant gear they were promoting from the backseat.

You shook your head and locked the car before following him to the gazebo providing some shade from the heat. “I prefer to work on the other side of the camera.”

“You can have this then. Catch.” Max barely gave you time to react before he tossed Lando’s personal camera and you clutched it to your chest as your heart beat erratically.

“What if I didn’t catch it?” you half shouted as you checked the Leica Q2 hadn’t been damaged.

“I trusted you would. Now make sure you get his ugly side.”

“I’ve tried, he doesn’t have one,” you said as you turned the digital camera on, spending a few minutes going through the photos Lando had taken.

There were so many images of you filling the memory and half of them you couldn’t even figure out how he had taken them without you noticing. Some were completely random and made you laugh, like the picture of you dancing in the kitchen, a large knife in your hand since you had been dicing onions when he started DJing on his mixer set up on the table. You had spent most of that night dancing to the music he made, the living room becoming a makeshift nightclub with just the two of you.

“You like that?” Lando asked with a knowing smile as he appeared over your shoulder, watching you flick through the pictures.

“You really captured the murder in my eyes,” you giggled as you zoomed in on the picture to see they were red from the onions.

“It takes a lot of talent, but what can I say, it just comes naturally to me.”

“Such a modest artist you are,” you teased as his arm curled around your waist and Max called his name from the rally car that was parked on the dusty road. “How will I be able to even compare?”

His hand slipped from your waist as he turned and walked backwards to Max, his sunglasses falling down his nose as he looked at you over the rim and gave you a wink. “Well, lucky for you, you have an excellent model today.”

Click here for part eight.

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ashsostrange · 1 year ago

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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

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yukiko-otomiya · 2 years ago

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Jumping Bunny: Mori

My One Piece Self insert introduction!

Introduction

Mori was just a normal girl traveling and living adventures, as far as traveling as a stowaway in ships and fighting alone in Grand Line can be. In one of the rare occasions that she was traveling alone in a boat was rescued by the Strawhat crew from drowning. She saw in the newspaper about Ace's execution and knowing it was Luffy's big bro, she went to help.

But she ended up showing up late and help Trafalgar Law to treat and operate Luffy and Jinbe.

While in the Amazon island, a newspaper came with her first bounty. She started to fear about how the hell she was going to pass over Mariejoa with a price over her head when Trafalgar offer her a spot in his crew.

Now she travel in the Polar Tang while fighting to improve the health of her capitain while helping with research.

Appearance

She has a pale white hair with a bit of a pink subtone. Her eyes a pinkish red. With 1'65cm, loves to wear heels because doesn't like to be smaller than her opponents. Loves to show skin and dress up.

She has two piercing in each ear, wearing a set of heart shaped earing and on the outer holes a black an golden basic ones (the golden was stolen from Trafalgar in Dressrosa).

Has tatooed the band jolly rogger right under her boob, on top where the heart is supposed to be.

Personality

She always has a smile on her face till the act is over. "First tick yourself, and then you'll trick everyone else". Once surrounded with people she trust and on private her range of emotions bloom. Isn't afraid to get her hands dirty for a mission.

Even tho she describes herself as a selfist girl, she is most of the time helping aroud the Polar Tang. But says no if it's too much for her plate.

She is a lovebird and isn't afraid to show it and cry for it. Loves to party with her crewmates and sleep around.

Abilities

-Doctor and pharmacologist: Since young, she lived with her master, an expirate doctor and old acquiteance of her mother, traveling around all South Blue offering affordable treatments. She knows medicine, operation assistance and her best subject pharmacology.

-Haki: she can use Observation Haki and Armament Haki. Her observation haki is pretty strong, she can't see the future but can feel it (she calls it "intuition", others can call it "spidersense"). The armament haki was teached to her by her master as He wanted her to be safe. Can infuse Haki into bullets and mostly uses there and onto her punches and jumps.

-Gunner: Using her observation haki she can aim with almost no chance of missing the target.

-Punch: Her fight style combines punches with tons of bullets and quick dogges with her jumps and sprints. Since she wants no chance of losing, she loves to throw traps or hide knifes.

-Jump: She can jump high and strong. Can't kick as strong as her jumps but it can still hurt.

Trivia

Even tho she aims just with her right eye open, this eye is prosthetic. She actualy uses her haki to aim.

Her name comes from "Memento mori" and it was given to her by her master.

Her first bounty was given to her because she fell on top and K.O. a Vice Almiral in Paramount War.

She can sew and love to make outfits and costumes. That's why she fought for the right to wear whatever on land while she is not on duty.

Shares birthday with Bepo .

Because of that, Bepo started to think that she is her sister (in some way). Mori loves this and uses to cuddle him a lot and make Trafalgar jealous.

Bepo bought her a hair tie with bunny ears to commemorate that.

Her party partner are obviusly Sachi and Penguin.

Shares bedroom with Ikkaku and have girls night everytime they don't have morning duties.

#otomiya art #mori #self insert #one piece #one piece oc #op oc

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annikasevenshots · 2 years ago

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Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction (spoilers!)

ESMAR!!!!!!!

BABY LAFORGE BEING A SLEEBY GORL??????

NO TVEEN NO NO NO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOOO

this is a dream right lmao

There we go

COME HOME??????? EXCUSE ME?????????

Shaw and Seven being like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

Riker and Picard knowing they're in trouble teehee

WHAT THE FUCK SEVEN BEING REINSTATED IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYY

DID HE FUCKING KNIGHT HER THIS IS SO FUNNY LMAOOOOOOOOO

Crusher still being so clever and amazing. I love her.

At least the lighting is better this episode lmao

RAFFI

IVE MISSED YOU MY WARRIOR PRINCESS

She's so eager to fight PLEASE

The Klingon music SLAY

"Patience my ass" omggggg

Deadass thought Raffi was going to kick the fucking station

PLEASE "can you not put holes into my floor" BIG MY SHIP ENERGY

ROSCAN??????

"Sometimes work is fun" raffi pls

"LISTEN UP" RAFFI???????????? 🥵

Oooooooh the MUSIC

USS INTREPID SLAY

pls seven just sitting there like 🪑

Wheezing at Shaw being so smug

What is he humming

Lowkey thought Picard was doing Morse code with his Adam's apple

Also the lighting is much better this time round I'm ngl

RO LAREN?????????????????

OH MY GOD SHES SUCH A MILF???????????????????

t…treason?

Why is Seven hiding Jack pls

What did she give him a mf bodysuit?

Ooooh prophecies etc etc

OMFG POOR BABY LAFORGE

SISKOS DAD WAS RIGHT

CHANGELINGS HAVE BLOOD NOW TEEHEE

Ro🧍🏻‍♀️she's actually so milf wtf

Why are they reassigning the Titan ummmmm

Ooooh the Bajoran earring part

How does Raffi know about the son

"Find me" HELLO????????? CONNECT US???????? BITCH THE FUCK?????

JACK WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING

WHAT IS GOING AWNNNNNNNNNNN

MOBILE EMITTER RAFFI

EMERGENCY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RAFFI

HOLY FUCK SNIPER RAFFI AYAYAYAYYSSUYSHSHSHAHAHA

I love u Crusher

Crusher is so SMART!

Go AWFFFFFFFF PICARD

Interrogation time 👀 But I do hope we get a Saffi interrogation at some point

H. Holodeck?

10 forward set recycling 😂😂😂

OLD STYLE CHIMES YAY

SAFETY PROTOCOLS????????????

Is this the emotional catharsis Terry was talking about?

Raffi still being grumpy anyway I love her

Someone zoom in I need to see if she has the belt

"Ye olde fight to the death?" TEEHEE

Raffaela House of Musiker????????

RAFFI????????

YES MISS DOES HER OWN STUNTS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

THE KLINGON THEME

we know they're faking that death lol

"I was supposed to give a speech" shut up Picard 💀

STOP NAMEDROPPING JANEWAY I KEEP GETTING HEART ATTACKS

What if Worf was another hologram lol

"How you doing big guy" HAHA AWWWWWWWWWW

Daystrom 👀👀👀

How tf is that Vulcan just Giving Them Stuff

ROS EARRING????????????

RUN FROM WHAT OH SEVENNNNNNNN

RO. RO. RO. OH NO.

ARE THEY BRINGING HER BACK TO K WORD HER HELP HELP HELP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PLEASE GOD NO

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HATE EVERYTHING

actually hate everything sm

OMG HOW ARE THEY MAKING THE INTREPID SEEM LIKE AN ENEMY

SEVEN BEING LIKE "most of our crew was transported there" PROTECTIVE SEVEN HI

open the RED DOOR I HATE THIS

My head hurts

Why does Jack fight so good make it make sense

RO!!!!!!!!!!!

SO RO WAS WORF'S HANDLER???????

BRO THIS SHOW DO BE BUSSINNNNNNNNNNNNN

Crusher 🥺

In conclusion, I watched this at 1am because it dropped on UK P+ early

#reaction #star trek picard #s3e5 #quite liked this one ngl #also probably because raffi was back #man as soon as i'm done with my work i'm doing a full first-half rewatch #i've probably missed so much #picard spoilers #star trek picard spoilers

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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Clint Barton & Matt Murdock Masterlist

Daredevil is an asshole (or just blind) (ao3) - juma_disaster T, 1k

Summary: Hawkeye was deaf. That was a fact that was very known and his teammates always tried to make working with them as comfortable as possible for him. When they were in the middle of battle they would sign Clint short paragraphs so that he doesn’t need to read their lips.

So there was the thing with the famous devil of Hell’s Kitchen. He didn’t even sign short words. Ever.

Clint never asked him specifically to do so, but DD had to see the others sign to Hawkeye at least hundreds of times in these last weeks. So yeah, Clint was a little annoyed maybe even pissed off. And he normally wasn’t easy to piss of. Thank you very much. (Ignoring what Natasha or Ironman might say)

Dumpster Bros (ao3) - tiredpeterparker matt/foggy G, 3k

Summary: Matt and Clint end up forming a weird friendship after crashing in the same dumpster with a background of Matt and Foggy being lawyer husbands

Dumpster Bros......or something more? (ao3) - Smelling for crime (oLiDa_pRo_sCeLeRe) T, 3k

Summary: Who wouldn't have a little itty bitty crush on the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? He's probably the most desirable vigilante according to Clint. Those Abs! And the mystique! However, chasing down the tracksuit mafia leads to an unlikely encounter between Daredevil and Hawkeye, and the pair is forced to utilize one of Natasha's classic undercover tactics in order to escape (They kiss. Clint and Matt kiss).

Basically, just Clint having a massive crush on Daredevil, and then realizing that maybe, just maybe, he should look into dating people again (Also, Clint. You should probably ask if someone is already in a relationship before letting your crush completely spiral out of control).

everybody learns from disaster (ao3) - andibeth82 matt/claire T, 4k

Summary: Three and a half weeks after Clint pulls Matt out of a dumpster and helps him patch up his injuries, he gets Matt to return the favor.

Eyas (ao3) - prettybirdy979 T, 2k

Summary: So they're fighting some Hydra grunt with a grudge and access to Hydra mad-science. Normal day really except no one's quite sure what the gun does, since it doesn't seem to be having a consistent effect. See how Thor is now a baby while Clint's still the same wise-cracking a-hole, if maybe a bit younger than he was this morning.

Then the grunt scores a hit on Daredevil, there to help out, and now Clint has a whole host of other problems. Namely the screaming, recently blinded nine year old.

It's probably going to be a long day.

Fangs (ao3) - nitroglyphics T, 12k

Summary: Matt gets bit by a wolf after a botched mission with Bucky and Clint. He saved a little boy but now his anger is more impossible to fight and control than ever. Turning him into a real animal. And the only people who know are of course, team red. Who offer to help keep his emotional issues a secret for other people in Matt's life.

From Acquaintances to Team (ao3) - Annide T, 1k

Summary: When Clint and Matt have a communication issue during a job, they call Kate for help.

Hurts to Heal (helps to hide) (ao3) - CNWrites T, 3k

Summary: In which Clint Barton is not the only Avenger without superpowers; that is just what he would prefer everyone to believe.

Intuition/Assumptions (ao3) - salvabon G, 2k

Summary: Clint is surprised to find out the others don't know that their ally, a vigilante named Daredevil, is blind. He is pretty sure though. And he really wants to make sure he's being inclusive when making a sign language for work.

let's do everything before we die (ao3) - andibeth82 G, 2k

Summary: “Who’re you?”

“The guy who pulled you out of a dumpster. My dumpster, to be exact.” Clint rubs at his ear unconsciously and the man furrows his brow in a way that looks like it hurts.

“I thought that was a woman.”

Read this, Bitch (ao3) - Lesbian_Cowpoke T, 4k

Summary: Matt gets called to the Avengers Tower for a mission in Hell's Kitchen. Tony thinks he cant read. Matt is a little offended. Before he can address that, he has to go on a mission.

Sticks and Stones (ao3) - chlodobird T, 3k

Summary: When Stick blows back into town and gets himself on SHIELD's radar, Natasha snaps up the mission. No fucking child soldiers on her watch. Meanwhile, Matt heard that his old teacher was back in town, and goes to see what bullshit he's up to this time.

Take All The Courage (ao3) - prettybirdy979 T, 16k

Summary: When what should have been a straight forward mission in Hell's Kitchen goes pear shaped due to lack of communication, teaching his teammates sign language seems like a logical step to Clint. Communication when their comms are down - great plan! And including the local vigilante, who's been working closely with them on this, is a real no-brainer.

Until it turns out said vigilante is an asshole that thinks sign language is beneath him, judging by the way he's stubbornly refusing to learn it.

(Conversely - Matt's trying, he really is but damn it, those two signs are exactly the same... what do you mean they mean completely different things?!)

To all the dumpster talks and weird shit (ao3) - Marvel_10 N/R, 529

Summary: Matt Murdock and Clint Barton have a little holiday get together with friends.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #clint barton #matt murdock #friendship #friendship masterlist #masterlists

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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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I read it at 3am. It's 6:30pm now, and I thought about it way too much today. Toxic! jhfkqegfiyufhqjhgl 🥵 (I was already dead when I read "strangers" and "sharing")

So at first I thought we'd have these vibes:

I was so naive...

These two made me laugh. Here:

"Name's Joel." When you don't tell him yours, there’s a new smirk in his voice when he says, "don't gotta tell me your real name, if ya got a street name or somethin'. . ." "Jerk." You punch his arm and mostly suppress a laugh. He smiles and brings a massive hand to his bicep to pretend like it hurts, and for the first time it hits you how muscular he is.

And here:

"Five hundred," he whispers. You gasp and he adds, "Not you. . .I'm workin' now, baby" as he speeds up on your clit. "I'm a penthouse boy, but that's your back alley discount." "Fuck you," you laugh. "First one's free if i cum inside," he murmurs into your neck.

I love dark fics, but honestly, the NW vibes are so chill, I love it (loved the whole smoking part, that was so hot)

"Spread your legs for a stranger?." His voice is deep and gruff and makes you throb. “S’okay, not just any stranger.” His other hand grabs a tit while he runs his fingers through your dripping folds, then begins to circle your clit with his drenched digits. "Oh she's beggin' for it, baby," he murmurs.

His confidence and dirty talk made me melt before he even fucked her.

"Want the first one free, don't ya?" He taunts into your neck, dragging his lips along the delicate skin. "Want me to fill up this filthy hole?" You nod, desperate to feel him inside you. "First with this cock, then all the cum ya can hold," he murmurs and you nod. You tilt your hips and spread your legs. "Good," he breathes. "Good girl." He notches himself with the curve of his tip just inside. "Ready to swallow me whole, hot damn." You push back on him and he says, "shit," and pushes into you.

And then he fucked her. He gagged her. And oh my, the talk! All this was so hot 🫠🫠🫠🫠🥵 But then... he opened the passenger door.

"Name’s Tommy," Joel says behind you. "My lil bro."

And I thought about the clues you wrote, to those I didn't pay attention: he took her bag, the tinted windows... And I thought, damn... I didn't see it coming. So Tommy's here, his cock is out and he wears PJ pants. Hot damn 🤯

"I got her," Joel says and Tommy moves his right hand to hold his cock for you. You tilt your hips and Tommy notches himself at your hole, which is still pulsing with an occasional aftershock. Before too much of Joel's cum can trickle down Tommy's cock, they both pull you down on him and you're stuffed full once again. "Good girl," Tommy whispers. Joel looks at you lustily and reaches his hand between your legs. He gives your clit a little rub, and you spasm on Tommy’s cock with an aftershock from Joel. "Goddamn," Tommy mutters.

Excuse me? Excuse me?! 😭 "they both pull you down on him and you're stuffed full once again." oh my fucking god... What's hotter than hot? 🔥🔥🔥

Tommy sighs, then whispers into your right ear where Joel can’t see. "Sexy little thing ain't ya." His cock twitches. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying not to moan. He lightly pinches your nipple then fixes your suit again. God his cock feels good. You're almost to your friends condo, but you don't want it to be over.

Ok I definitely didn't want it to be over either (and man... his "lil bro" knows how to talk too)

Tommy moans, trying so hard not to cum. "You better fuckin not,” Joel growls at Tommy. Joel takes off his seat belt as he parks and urgently takes his cock out. "C'mere baby," Joel reaches for you. Tommy groans and you feel a little pulse as he hoists you off his cock. Your cunt twitches, trying to hang onto Tommy, not wanting to let him go. Tommy erupts as his cock slides out of you and his cum paints your folds. He moans through it, cock in his hand, cum gurgling onto his fist, head tilted back, eyes closed.

How many times can I die, reading a fic? 💀💀💀

"Hell yeah, that's my bad girl–oh, fuck, fuck–ohhh.” He grunts from the back of his throat as his cock pulses enormously inside you, adding to his first load. As his moan wanes, his lips latch onto yours again. Your lips move together, and you begin to clench around his cock again, whimpering into his mouth with the pleasure. It seems to last forever. When your lips break, he reads your eye and mutters, "fuck, you're hot.”

Apparently I can die a lotta times and I'm totally ok with that 🫠💕💕💕💕

That was…. perfect and so filthy and depraved and… omg you killed me ☠️

(please... They'll come back to her apartment, right? 🙏👀)

leopard print.

4.5k, sleezy!Joel x f!reader; special guest in tags

SUMMARY: Depraved one shot based on this. Joel mistakes you for a sex worker, offers you a ride, Fs you, shares you and is mildly possessive about it.

WARNINGS: I8+ strangers, drugs, talk of sex work, unsafe public P in V, dubcon (drugs/alc, not noticeably intoxicated), cockwarming, degradation, pantygagging, creampies, car stuff, orgasm delay m, vaginal plugging, voyeurism, sharing. Unedited.

A/N: Night walks vibes, but different too. You'll see. New fantasy for myself 😫

"And if I was workin'?" You ask. He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt. . . "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest. . . He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands.

You pull into the gas station on the back of your friend's motorcycle. "When I fuel up, I'm outta here," he warns you. Oh well. If you have to walk back to your friend's condo, it's only two blocks. He's grumpy – You and your girlfriends have been a hot mess at the pool all day playing floating beer pong and licking alcoholic whipped cream off each other. He didn't wanna take you with him in the first place. No helmet, no reasonable shoes, not even a shirt.

You swing your leg off the motorcycle and as you step down onto the ground with your red wedges, you adjust your cheap, stretchy leopard print miniskirt. It matches, or clashes, with your leopard print bikini. You leave your sunglasses on as you enter the gas station with a chime. You fish a damp $20 out of your bikini top and survey the snacks.

You feel someone lurking nearby, but ignore it until you hear a deep, smooth voice. "Nice rosettes."

"s’cuse me?"

You turn only slightly toward the man. Maybe homeless. Good looking like a washed up rockstar. He gestures toward your bikini top. "That's a nice set'a rosettes." You look down at your tits spilling out of your push-up bikini top, then you look back at his face. Handsome man, really. Salt and pepper beard. Full head of dark hair with a little gray. Sunkissed skin. His eyes are kind and glassy. His nose twitches. "Oh, that's what leopards call their spots. Rosettes."

You laugh uncomfortably.

“Yeah, the ones on your top, those are pretty good.” His eyes drift down your body. “Skirt doesn’t really have’em right. Still nice though.”

"Thanks." You politely nod and return to looking at the snacks, ignoring him in the corner of your eye.

He doesn’t leave. He only gets closer. He looks you up and down and steps into your personal space. He lowers his voice. "You, uh, workin'?"

No, you don't work there. Do you look like you work at the gas station? Your stomach turns as you realize what he means, and your face goes cold. You stare at him, and your eyes drift to a hole in his shirt right below the collar. "Am I WHAT?" You ask incredulously, but trying to be quiet. Your whole body feels hot at the implication. You're humiliated, but for some reason it makes you warm between the thighs, too.

His eyes go wide, and he puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry," he mumbles, then adds, "A man can dream,” as he backs away.

Your heart races and flutters and you scold yourself for being flattered. You end up in line behind the guy. And the line takes forever, giving you plenty of time to fume and also wonder about him. It's nothing against sex work – Work is work. But you'd like to think you wouldn't be picking up a rough looking guy in a gas station. Your friend's motorcycle revs outside. You look out the window and he's there by the curb waiting for you. You could drop the snacks on the closest rack and get the heck out. But for some reason, you stay in line, and not because you’re that hungry.

Someone needs to scoot behind you and you're forced to step into the sleazy man's personal space. He smells far better than you would have imagined. Woodsy and fresh. Somehow that makes all the difference, like he's not a filthy vagrant after all. He just had the aesthetic. Which is kinda hot. Your friend on the motorcycle shakes his head, revs his engine again, then drives away.

"Asshole," you mutter.

The man in front of you (your aspiring john) glances back and again mutters, "sorry." He scratches the back of his neck and exposes a chain under his ratty t-shirt. He really does have a nice head of hair, and now you see there’s a joint behind his ear, too. Maybe he’s just a hippy.

"Not you," you mumble. Well, not only him. Both of them.

He turns to face you. "I know. Saw ya roll in." Great, so he thought that was your pimp. "Want a ride?"

"Nah, I’m close," you mutter without looking right at him, then mumble, “thanks.”

He wets his lips and stares at your chest for a moment before adding, "ya sure?" And now that you know this man smells good, wears a chain, and has a ride, you're throbbing. You cross your arms and bite your lip looking at his handsome nose while his kind eyes search yours in anticipation.

"Okay," you whisper.

"Hell yeah," he whispers back with half a smile, getting a little closer, like the two of you are plotting something.

"But I'm not workin'," you remind him.

"Heard ya the first time, gorgeous." He winks at you.

He tries to buy your food for you. When you don't let him, he nods with a smirk. He crosses his big arms, plastic bag that reads “thank you” hanging from one of them, and waits for you. Then he holds the door open on your way out.

He checks you out as you pass through the door frame. You take your sunglasses off and put them in the bag with your snacks.

"Name's Joel." When you don't tell him yours, there’s a new smirk in his voice when he says, "don't gotta tell me your real name, if ya got a street name or somethin'. . ."

"Jerk." You punch his arm and mostly suppress a laugh.

He smiles and brings a massive hand to his bicep to pretend like it hurts, and for the first time it hits you how muscular he is.

"Truck's around back." He nods toward the back of the store. He walks slightly behind you. You feel his eyes boring a hole in your ass. Then you feel the warmth of his massive palm on the small of your back and he gets closer to you as he curves his hand around your side. "Too damn hot, baby. Had me thinkin' with my dick is all." Your face heats up and you glance at him. “I’ll carry that for ya.” He takes your bag.

He's parked around a corner out of view. Between some bushes and a closed library for some reason. His truck is nice, and it's big. Tinted windows. The back window of the cab says Miller Brothers. It's sunset, so you're grateful for the ride, lest any other low lifes make the same mistake on your walk back. When y'all get to his truck, he lets his hand slide down your hip. He opens the driver’s seat and puts the bags inside. Then he leans against his truck and adjusts himself. He's wearing pinstripe lounge pants. "Can't really blame me, can ya?" He raises his eyebrows. He scans you top to bottom again. "God damn, baby."

You laugh and look down shyly, unsure whether to thank him. His eyes don't leave your body at all. "To be fair, I thought you were homeless," you admit.

He exhales a laugh and shrugs. "Where ya headed?"

"Back to my friend’s pool."

"Hungry?"

"Nah."

"Smoke?" So that’s why you’re still outside the truck. You shouldn't, but you hesitate curiously.

You lean against the bed of his truck with your elbow resting on its edge, facing him.

"Fuck you're sexy," he mutters to himself. "Helluva rack but I'm an ass man, c'mere."

He turns toward you so he's leaning with his left side on the driver's side of the truck. He puts his right hand on your hip, rotating you so you're facing the truck. "Mmmmm." He puts his hand on the small of your back again, then slides it down–slowly, experimentally, cautiously enough for you to stop him. You don't. You're throbbing. He grabs your ass–his palm is huge. You glance at him and watch his eyes study the curve of your body. Deep down in your body, you know you're gonna fuck him. You both know it. With his left hand he retrieves the joint from behind his ear and puts it in his mouth unlit.

He sucks in a breath around the joint and lifts the flesh of your closest ass cheek. When he lets it drop, a growl escapes his chest.

He fishes a lighter out of his soft pants pocket and lights up. and as he inhales, once again he can't keep his eyes off your body. He takes the joint out of his mouth and turns your face toward his. You rotate toward him and he gets close, your bodies almost touching. He looks to your eyes for permission and begins to slowly exhale downward, so it's yours if you want it. You bring your mouth closer to his and he angles the smoke more toward your mouth as you suck it up. The moment seems to last forever and your lower belly is on fire.

The sunset washes everything in a pink hue. When his lungs are empty, he murmurs "good girl" and rests his hand on your hip, lightly running his palm over your stretchy little miniskirt, feeling the bump toward the top hem where your bikini tie is. He peels the top of your stretchy skirt down to expose the knot and pulls at the string. You let him untie it. The parking lot is empty and wet from an earlier rain.

"Fuck you're hot," he mutters with the strings of your bikini hanging over the miniskirt on that side. He takes another puff and passes you the joint. You take only a small inhale. "C'mere," he murmurs and his hand on your waist nudges your side off the truck and pulls you closer to him. He unties that side of your bottoms the same way.

"And if I was workin'?" You ask.

He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt.

You ask, "How's that?"

He doesn't take his eyes off your skirt. "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest, feeling where your tits spill over the cups. "Careful sugar," he chuckles. "Start me up, I won't ever stop." He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands so his cock is upright and held in his waistband. He offers the joint again and you decline. He pinches it out and puts it back behind his ear. "Damn," he mutters, still checking you out. He rubs his hand over his cock through his soft pants. "But ya *ain’t* workin'. . . so ya got nothin' to worry 'bout," he adds with a twinkle in his eye. "''Less ya want it . . ." God, you do. You want it.

"Wrecked, huh?" You challenge him.

He sighs and his big hand on your hot skin rotates you back toward the truck. You hang your elbows over the side of the truck bed. He slinks behind you, then lets the heft of his cock against your ass crack. You gasp at how nice and hard it is. It moves against you and he sucks in a breath through his teeth then lets out a, "Mmm" as he exhales. He rolls his hips against you and uses both hands on your hips to pull your ass back into him so you're off the truck.

He holds you with one arm around your waist and his other hand slides between your legs from the front, up your skirt. "Bad girl, ain't ya?" His hand skims up your inner thigh to the crotch of your swimsuit, hanging loosely now that it's untied on both sides. "Yeah, ya are,” he answers for you. He slides two thick fingers through your folds and you sigh, tilting your head back. "Spread your legs for a stranger?." His voice is deep and gruff and makes you throb. “S’okay, not just any stranger.” His other hand grabs a tit while he runs his fingers through your dripping folds, then begins to circle your clit with his drenched digits. "Oh she's beggin' for it, baby," he murmurs.

He lets your weight against the truck again so his forearm is between you and the metal with his hand still between your legs. His cock presses against your ass at a slow rhythm, making your insides swell with need for him as he fingers your clit. You squirm and your hips rock into his hand. You whimper and he brings his mouth to your ear. "Five hundred," he whispers.

You gasp and he adds, "Not you. . .I'm workin' now, baby" as he speeds up on your clit. "I'm a penthouse boy, but that's your back alley discount."

"Fuck you," you laugh.

"First one's free if i cum inside," he murmurs into your neck. Then he grabs the crotch of your swimsuit and yanks it down, pulling it off entirely. He pins you to the truck with his cock against your ass. He shoves the swimsuit in your mouth and ties the strings behind your head. You taste the chlorine and your own arousal. You turn your head to look behind you and he reassures you no one can see.

His hand returns between your legs and he slips one, then two thick, wet fingers into you. Your cunt squelches obscenely around his digits. "Hell yeah, hear her beggin' for me?". He frees his cock from his pants and keeps fingering you. Then he slides his fingers out and your walls twitch at the loss. He wedges his cock under your skirt and it’s so big you have to spread your legs more. He runs the head through your folds and you’re gushing. As the head massages your clit, you moan into the swimsuit in your mouth. "Want the first one free, don't ya?" He taunts into your neck, dragging his lips along the delicate skin. "Want me to fill up this filthy hole?" You nod, desperate to feel him inside you. "First with this cock, then all the cum ya can hold," he murmurs and you nod. You tilt your hips and spread your legs. "Good," he breathes. "Good girl." He notches himself with the curve of his tip just inside. "Ready to swallow me whole, hot damn."

You push back on him and he says, "shit," and pushes into you. He slides right into you, spreading your cunt wide open with a groan into your neck. It's a delicious stretch and he fills you to the brim, bottoming out on the first go. "God damn, sugar." He retreats and slides his thick cock into you again, sheathing it entirely with your dripping cunt. You weren't even sure you could take this cock but it's perfect. "Fuck, you feel good," he pants and twitches inside you. If he comes early you're going to laugh but you pray he won't. He begins to roll his hips at a steady rhythm, and you moan into the swimsuit. He breathes heavily against your neck and bites and sucks you. You adjust your hips and push back on him to his rhythm.

"Take it like a pro," he pants, "an' you're tight, too. Damn." His right hand works your clit. His left hand comes to your throat, thumb on the left side of it, fingers on the right. Choke me, you think. Do it. But he doesn't. He licks and kisses at the left side of your throat, by his thumb. Then his fingers on the right of your neck tense for leverage and he plants his teeth on the left side of your neck. He sucks hard and moans into you as he sucks more, like he's thirsty for blood. Your neck aches under the grip of his mouth. He breathes through his nose, and when he finally breaks with a gasp, he fucks you harder, grunting and sighing.

You moan and he pulls your top down under your tits. A breeze and the rustling of branches nearby reminds you of the danger and you shiver. Your nipples harden under his forearm and palm and your cunt spasms. He groans behind your ear and you whimper and arch your back.

"Gonna come on this cock?"

You can only whimper again in response.

"Go 'head, baby," he breathes and reaches for your clit again, groping a breast with his other hand.

You bite down on the swimsuit and your body jerks into his as you come undone. "Oh yeah," he sighs. "Fuck yeah, ohhh baby." He thrusts into you harder and you moan as your cunt chokes his cock, and with another powerful thrust he bottoms out and begins to erupt with a long sigh, pulsing warmly inside you. Then he reaches for your face and pulls down the swimsuit gag. As you gasp for air, he turns your head toward him. He kisses you deeply with his cock still rutting deep and slow inside you, pulsing the last of his seed into your depths. He moans into your mouth. And when your lips disconnect, he looks at you softly. Your eyes lock for a few seconds, more intimately than you’d expect. Then you feel awkward, and look at the back of his truck–Miller Brothers. You say the first thing that comes to mind. "Joel Miller, huh?" You cringe at yourself.

He raises his eyebrows. "What, like the sound'a Miller?"

Your face goes hot and you make a joke to change the subject. "Your brother’a penthouse boy too?"

Joel's cock slides out of you and you feel empty. He starts to fix your swimsuit top and says, "Somethin' like that. . .I'll introduce ya," as he finishes straightening it. What are you, dating now?

You start to protest, "Oh, I dunno," then pivot to something more agreeable but noncommittal. “Sure, maybe sometime.”

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Joel walks you to the passenger side. What a gentleman. He opens the door for you. The seat isn't empty. There's a handsome man with longer, curly hair, a sexy smile, and his hands in his lap.

"Name’s Tommy," Joel says behind you. "My lil bro."

When Tommy lifts a hand to give you a little salute, you see his cock is out of his pj pants. "Howdy, sweetheart." He's not even shy about it. He raises his eyebrows and holds it at attention for you, thick and hard. Butterflies swarm in your stomach and you can't take your eyes off it. "Kept the seat warm for ya," Tommy beams.

"Go on, sugar," Joel nods to Tommy's lap. "’fore my cum leaks out everywhere."

Your heart races and your clit throbs. It feels like you're in a dream. This is so lewd and vile. But you just got pounded in a parking lot, and who's gonna know, and who cares. You wanna sit on that cock.

You look at Joel and he shrugs. "Don't gotta, but it's there." He leans in and gives you a kis, then murmurs "An’ she won't be leakin’ all over." He chuckles, then kisses you again. Damn, he’s a good kisser. When his head pulls back, you give him a devious, inquisitive look. and he says, "that's my girl." He helps you up and you scrunch up your skirt more. "She's hot as fuck, man," he tells his brother.

You're facing the windshield, and it's like Tommy’s just part of the seat. It's a large truck so there's enough clearance over your head. Tommy's large hands come to your thighs.

"Good girl," Tommy whispers. Joel looks at you lustily and reaches his hand between your legs. He gives your clit a little rub, and you spasm on Tommy’s cock with an aftershock from Joel.

"Goddamn," Tommy mutters.

"Yeah," Joel whispers, then gives you another kiss. He shoots Tommy a serious look. "Don't fuckin' come inside her."

"I know, I know." Tommy hugs you back into his broad chest. "I’ain’t nothin' but a seat, honey. A seat and a plug." The crudeness makes you twitch.

Joel shuts the passenger door and goes back around to the driver's side. Tommy murmurs softly behind your ear. "Ya feel nice, though."

Joel buckles his seatbelt and starts the engine. Tommy rests his hands casually on your hips and his thick cock twitches inside you. He clears his throat.

"Tellin' ya, man," Joel warns.

"Nothin' to worry 'bout, brother," Tommy reassures him, playing it cool. "You used her up good."

Joel backs up the truck and asks, "Where to?"

You tell him the building. It's already in view in the distance as you approach the street to pull out from the parking lot. "There," you point to it. Joel opens his Takis and puts a few in his mouth. Your walls are hugging Tommy's cock as Joel eats his snack and drives. You bounce on Tommy's thick cock as Joel pulls onto the main street, immediately getting stuck at a red light. You moan, and Tommy stifles a grunt then whispers "shhhh," into your hair.�� It's not a long way. But you're stuck in traffic.

"What do you listen to?" Joel asks and turns on the radio. It's on the local classic rock station.

"That works," you mumble, laid back against Tommy's barrel chest with your eyes half closed. While Joel is focused on the road, Tommy wedges his hand under one of the push-up cups of your bikini.

"Can you, uh–can you take me to my place instead?" You ask

Joel looks at you and cocks an eyebrow. "Not back to the pool?" You shake your head sleepily. "Tuckered out, huh?” he chuckles. “That's okay baby. Where ya live?"

You tell him the apartment complex. It's a couple miles further. "Good girl," Tommy whispers, pleased to have you on his cock a little longer. As Joel drives, you feel Tommy subtly lifting his hips. The bumps in the road have you bouncing on him too. And with the slow traffic, wearing nothing but a bikini top and a miniskirt, you catch a few stares, even through the dark tinted windows. It turns you on more. It turns Joel on, too. He's hard again and rubbing himself over his pj's which are wrecked with drying drops of his cum, your juices, and a darker new spot of precum. Tommy’s cock is so thick, and it throbs, and occasionally twitches, and you can so freshly conjure the feeling of Joel pounding you too, whispering filth into your ear.

Your body’s building toward another climax, but you’re trying not to let it. Your cunt spasms, and Tommy's chest expands under your back with a deep inhale. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmurs. You’re almost there.

"Joel, i–" you reach over for him. He looks at your face and does a double take. "Shit," he peels into the closest corner. "It's okay, hold on for me sugar."

Meanwhile Joel pulls you toward him and your cunt is beginning to flutter ever so slightly around nothing, but you’re staving off a full climax. You kneel on the empty seat between them and Joel urgently pulls you into straddling him. His cheeks are flushed and his face is serious. "yeah, I got ya baby." He wets his lips, then his mouth hangs open as his tip finds your hole and he pulls you down on his dick, even thicker than you remember. "Hell yeah," he whispers and you're packed full of cock again. "Uungghh yeah," Joel lifts his hips into you and you cum on his cock right away.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, "Joel–ugghgh," you moan unrestrained and tilt your head back. He catches it in his hand and brings your face to his. You clench around his cock and he fucks up into you slowly. Your lips break with moans from each of you as you cum on his cock and he moves you. He hugs you into him and latches onto the unmarked side of your neck. Then your clit is grinding into him as he keeps moving you on him while your climax wanes.

"So damn hot, baby. Really take it like a pro." His words make you spasm again, and Joel groans. He rocks you on his cock, biting his lip. You can tell from how quiet he is, he’s trying not to cum so fast. But he can’t help it and after a minute, he asks, "Ready for another load?" You nod, desperate to feel him pulse inside you. "Think ya can handle it?"

You nod and roll your hips into him. You could come again, too.

He breathes heavily while his pulses continue but echo smaller and smaller, as with your aftershocks on him. He sits back against the seat for a moment catching his breath. "You're somethin' else," he whispers, then looks around outside. "What unit are you?"

You tell him your apartment number and point out the building. You stay impaled on his cock as he drives to that building. He nuzzles his nose and mouth into your neck. He parks the car, then spends another moment with you. He nibbles your neck, presses sweet kisses into your jaw, fixes your hair, then whispers, "Nice to meet ya, sugar."

Tommy gets out of the truck and walks around to the driver’s side, and opens Joel’s door. Joel kisses you goodbye, deeply, with tongue, and helps hoist you off his cock. Tommy helps you down out of the truck while Joel tucks his cock away. Tommy gives you a hug and kisses you on the cheek. Then they drive away and leave you wrecked and wanting more.

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thank you so much for reading and engaging! I really love and appreciate y'all.

if you liked this joel... you'd like the night walks AU, perhaps especially "all dressed up," which is also set in a gas station lmao but with the main night walks reader. If you like the sharing with a hint of dominance/possessiveness, I think walkintotheriveranddisappear has a gang bang where only Joel can cum inside.

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dreamauri · 1 year ago

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♪ — 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 - part three max vertsappen x fem! reader ( angst ) “. . . when the love of your life gets hurt and he for some reason still won't leave you, even in death.”

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Max stood behind you as you worked, cutting a threading fabric. He never knew you actually pursued your dream as a designer. He sat on a stool, admiring you as you did your passion around your station. He couldn’t have a conversation with you in public but when no one was looking he’d whisper a compliment or remind you to drink.

You stopped yourself from looking at him, an involuntary smile curling on your lips. Things were much better. Sure you were a “lonely crazy cat lady” in love with your half dead partner's ghost, but this was better than being alone and stuck in your bed stuffing fries in your mouth.

“Knock knock.” You and Max turned to see one of your co-workers enter your space. She pulled the stool Max had been sitting on and settled beside you. “I thought Karla gave you a longer break?” Karla, your manager, had given you a whole month off so you could process everything. But since you were feeling better, you cut your break short.

“She did. But I feel better here.” Your voice was muffled from the pins you held in your mouth. “It’s better to not isolate myself.” Max, who had fallen on his ass once his seat was stolen, glared at the woman. Putting his hands on his hips, he bore holes in her head. You held back a smile, thinking max looked ridiculous.

“What’s so funny-- What’s this?” She held up your left wrist, looking at the diamond on your with a deep glare. “Where did you get this?”You pulled your hand from her immediately, holding it to your chest protectively. “It’s mine.” You brushed her off, trying to get back to work.

“It most certainly does not.” She stood up looking at you concerned. “Y/N, you're going crazy-” You glared at her, shutting her up instantly. “I’m fine. Nothing is wrong with me. And Max gave me the ring. So leave me alone.” “Sweet heart,” Her eyes filled with empathy and pity. You hated that. “Max is gone. He-” “No.” You looked away from her, not wanting to listen.

“You came to me, remember? That night.” She put a hand on your shoulder. “When-” “No no. Please.” You turned shushing her. “Okay, Okay.” You took the ring off, putting it on your table. Max gulped at the sight of the ring being off your finger. He kept staring between you and the diamond. “Y/N, please put it back on.” He tried to tell you but you ignored him.

“Y/N.” He tried to tell you again. “You should have stayed home.” She pulled you in a hug, and you’d accepted it immediately. “Come stay with me for a few days.” the woman told you, patting your back gently. You flinched hearing Max shout your name. “Put the goddamn fucking ring on.” So that must be what’s keeping him here, what’s gotten him so worked up.

“You need to let go. I know it’s hard. The bre--” “Shut up.” you cut her off, taking a step back. “Y/N it’s not healthy. It wasn’t your fault. I understand why you bro--” “No!” You cut her off shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear any more of it. I already have to live with it as is.” She sighed, slumping her shoulders. She watched as you walked around your little nice station, stuffing your belongings in your purse. “And yes, it was my fault.”

Your co-worker didn’t have time to argue because you were already out the door to the studio. Max ran to follow you but he found his feet glued to the ground, not letting him get more that five steps far.

He felt his eyes tear up. What was going on? He looked back at the right, watching your friend put it in your drawer so it doesn’t get lost.

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It was too quiet now. You found yourself sat in a random cafe, head resting on your folded arms. Your finger was bare and your ears were empty from Max’s constant talking. This gave you a lot of time to think. Even if you didn’t want to.

If you never had that talk with your co-worker would you have lived the rest of your life like that? You loved max, but guilt swirled in your stomach. It drove you sick, knowing you could’ve helped him cross over, but instead you were going to be selfish and keep him from himself.

You haven’t even told him the truth. You’d changed up the telling of recent events to hide it from him. You lied to him. You didn’t deserve his trust. You didn’t deserve him at all. He was sitting back in that building all alone right now and it was way past closing. The sun was dark, and probably so was the room. You shouldn’t have left him there.

The walk back was quick and quiet. You used your spare key to enter the studio and immediately heard sobs. Flicking the lights on, you went to your space seeing Max sitting under the table, looking at your drawers. The ring wasn’t where you left it, someone must’ve put it away so it doesn't get lost.

“You left me.” You paused, the drawer half way open. You could see the diamond with the golden band looking back at you with anger. “You fucking left me, Y/N.” You gulped down, looking at the teen who held so much anger in his expression.

“I’ve been waiting here all day. For you.” You looked down in shame. There was no excuse for that. Taking the ring, you sat beside him holding the ring between your fingers, you looked between him and the band. “I’m sorry, Max. I needed to think.” “Without me?!” He was growing attached and obsessive. “Put the fucking ring on.” He told you again. “I-- I can't.” You shook your head.

“Y/N my existence in this world fucking relies on you wearing that ring. I need you to put it on.” You stayed quiet, not bearing to look at him. The quiet from earlier helped you think. You should probably do the right thing. “I want to show you something.” You got up and Max had no other choice but to follow you.

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analbedo · 3 years ago

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📔 so gross! ft step bro childe

hmm ik i alr wrote albedo stepcest but i truly believe childe is the nastiest siscon ever… his search history could b a season of law and order svu for sure. also i have a prequel fic for this i’ll post eventually skdkckddk

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢 cw: noncon/rape, stepcest, nonconsensual creampie, nonconsensual getting peed in (is there a word for this?), water sports/piss kink, rough/painful sex, dacryphilia, mildly possessive behavior, implied age gap, childe is a pervert btw

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut ! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

“stop it!” you screamed as childe pinned you down to your bed single handedly. he smirked as he pushed his black framed glasses up his nose, squeezing your wrists with so much force you thought the bones might snap. “ow- stop! let go!” you yelped, flopping up and down on the mattress in an attempt to shake your older brother off you.

his free hand moved to press down on your lower stomach to still you as he leaned down to give you a kiss. you dodged, gagging at the feeling of his plump lips dragging against your cheek. his sinister laugh sent goosebumps on your neck, your revulsion temporarily displaced by fear.

“you’re so mean, you know,” childe feigned a whine, as though he weren’t planning to assault you. “can’t even give me a kiss?”

“you’re fucking gross,” you spat, back arching as you still fought to free yourself from his grasp. “get off me you fucking perv, i’ll tell mom and dad.”

“you said that last time didn’t you?” his hand traveled lower, under your shorts so his fingers could ghost the outline of your pussy. “why didn’t ya? too embarrassed? or, ‘cause deep down, you know you like it.” his fingers pressed against your entrance, soaking the fabric of your panties with your slick. childe laughed again, gently moving his fingers to dampen the cloth even more. “shit, look at how wet you are. you’re just as gross as me.”

“fuck off,” you cried, tears stinging your eyes. “i don’t like it, i hate it, and you.” your voice softened to a hoarse whisper as childe roughly yanked off your shorts and underwear, exposing your naked bottom half to the warm bedroom air. “i can’t help how my body reacts.”

he tugged his own shorts down, and his cock sprang free, slapping his stomach. the slimy head already shone with precum. childe slowly began to stroke himself as he spoke: “it’s alright, i understand. i feel the same way.” you shuddered as he rubbed the tip against your clit, already puffy from his prior teasing. he leaned back as he dragged his cock down slowly, staring at your repulsed face as he spread his sticky pre down your vulva until he was lined up with your hole. “i can’t control how my body reacts to you, either. can’t help how hard my cute little sis makes me.”

with one painful thrust, childe was inside, practically splitting your cunt open as he forced his dick inside. you didn’t realize you had screamed from the pain until your voice was hoarse, panting from the shock.

“screaming already? i’m not even all the way inside,” childe told you, pushing his thick cock deeper into your hole. you cried and flailed, begging him to pull out, but his grip on your waist was strong as he filled you until he bottomed out.

the pain was excruciating, your chest rose and fell as you sobbed from the stretch. childe wasted no time pounding into you, not letting your unprepared pussy get used to the feeling of him.

“childe,” you rasped, unable to get in a proper breath from your bawling and exhaustion. “it hurts, stop it, please, y- you’re hurting me.” your cries fell on unresponsive ears, your older brother too transfixed on the soft bounce of your breasts as he rutted into you. the straining of your cunt as he slammed his dick inside at an obscene pace was all you could focus on, you didn’t notice the sudden increase of wetness inside you, or how your brother’s rhythm slightly faltered.

“god, it feels so fucking good in here,” childe groaned, quickly adjusting his glasses as they slid down his sweat coated face. “’ts our second time, and you’re still tight as a virgin, fuck.”

your chest heaving sobs slowed to soft whimpers of pain. the added lubrication made his thrusts less painful, and the slight curve of his pulsing cock had him rubbing right against your sweet spot.

childe looked up at your contorted tear stained face, a malicious grin spreading on his.

“shit, are you crying? that’s so fucking hot,” childe said, ramming into you even faster. “you’re so fucking hot without even tryin’. got the cutest face and- fuck- the tightest little cunt- might have to mark you as mine- can’t let anyone else touch my baby sister’s perfect little body.” he threw his head back as his grasp on your waist tightened even more; you were certain there’d be a bruise later.

though your brain was foggy with pain, his words still registered, and you felt your disgust multiply when you understood what he meant.

“ew, childe, what the fuck, don’t cum in me!” you screamed, aggressively wriggling under him. he laughed as you fought him, begging him to stop. “that’s so fucking gross, pull out, pull out, pull out!” your stomach turned as he leaned down to your ear, panting with each thrust. “stop, childe, seriously, please, don’t cum in me that’s disgusting-”

“i already did,” he moaned, his cadence slowing as he hit even deeper until he stilled, his cock pressed against your cervix as he spilled his sticky white load inside you.

“that’s twice now,” childe boasted, as he pulled back, gradually picking his pace until he was fucking you at his prior tempo. the loud squelch of his strokes in your filled cunt made you sick; your tear filled eyes stared at your brother in horror. “fuck, don’t look at me like that, gonna make me try and give you another load. ah- probably can’t, though, think i’m gonna start shooting blanks.”

“you’re disgusting,” you whispered, mortified at the way he pounded into your saturated pussy, the slickness of his cum making him glide against your g spot with even more ease. “you- you’re- you’re so fucking gross!”

childe smirked, running a hand through his auburn hair. the gesture made your cunt quiver with desire, even as bile threatened to pour out of your throat.

“if you think that’s gross, you’re really gonna hate what’s next.”

“what?” your head was getting clouded, the pain subsided so all you could feel was the growing pleasure building up with each stroke. “didn’t you- you already came-“

“i said i was gonna mark my territory, didn’t i?” childe let go of your wrists, both hands now dragging your hips to meet his as he slammed into you.

your eyes widened with horror when you realized what he meant. childe threw his head back in laughter as you clawed at his chest, using all your strength to pry him off.

“stop! stop it that’s so fucking disgusting, childe don’t you fucking dare-“

“it’s amazing,”. childe cut you off, grabbing your arms and pinning them to your chest. “it’s like, the more grossed out you are, the tighter you get. hey, guess what: i haven’t had water in two days, either, been chugging mountain dew all morning.” he laughed as you involuntarily clenched around him, pressing your wrists into your chest even harder, drinking in the look of hateful revulsion on your face.

“stop, childe, it’s not fucking funny, seriously pull out-”

“bet my cum doesn’t seem so gross now, huh?” he nipped at your neck, his hand not restraining you snaking under your back to pull you to his chest, whimpering softly from the overstimulation as he rutted his sensitive cock into you. “fuck- it’s gonna feel so good, claiming this pussy as mine. been holding it for hours, just to make sure i could fill you up all the way.”

your chest shook with soft sobs as the slow crescendo of pleasure grew even more; his adjusted angle had him hitting so deep you could see stars. the euphoric sensation radiating from your cunt and warming your thighs didn’t distract from the panicked disgust paralyzing you.

“childe, please, don’t,” you whispered desperately as you felt your orgasm loom closer.

“fuck- can’t wait to fill you up again, gonna- ah-“ childe’s voice trailed off in a moan as hot liquid filled your pulsing walls, the sensation of his piss spilling inside you sending you over the edge. electric ecstasy exploded throughout your body, making you tremble from the delicious sensation. you came to immediately after, realizing he was still inside, his warm urine streaming fromm his thick cock.

you thought you were going to be sick.

you thrashed in his grasp, and childe pulled you closer, his moans high pitched and breathy as he continued spilling inside you, pulling out only when he was finished. he dropped you onto the mattress, spreading your legs so he could watch the mix of clear-yellow and thick-white fluid leak out of you. he smiled amusedly, looking up to see you crying tears of humiliation.

childe let out a nauseating chuckle. “you were right, it is gross.”

#tw noncon #tw stepcest #childe #genshin #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut

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exhokai · 2 years ago

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nagisa smut weewooweewoo

cws; breeding, overstim, rough nagisa, doggy, caught (or in the theme of that), probs poorly written bc i haven’t written in years, this was written in a comedic narrator perspective, dom!nagisa

gn reader

note: i wrote this in class oopsies (I ALSO FINALLY FINISHED THIS)

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you were face first into the pillow, grabbing the sheets while nearly tearing em out, and getting destroyed by nagisa.

you had no idea how you got here (neither do i) but all you know is Nagisa came back to the hotel room after an Eden concert, saw you, and started biting and toying with your hole (hehe hole)

“mmph!! nagis- AHH!!” you were met with a specifically hard thrust while saying his name as he just stared at the marks and sweat decorating your neck and back. he was so into the moment that the didn’t realize he was basically jackhammering you with how he was thrusting.

“n-mmm!! nagisa!!♡” how do you moan an em…OHHHH nvm. ANYWAYS I GUESS THAT JACKHAMMERING FEELS GOOD READER-MI 🤨. nagisa felt a reaction to you saying his name, so cute getting wrecked by his cock aren’t you? (you slut) he spoke no words besides constan breathing and grunts “god you look so cute” until now. making my narrating job harder you mf

“ple- please nagisa- hahh” “yes my dearest?” he actually decided to reply. wow. “please- hhn let me cum!!” bro 💀 im…(whispers) NOT DONE NARRATING?! BROOOO HUHUHUHHHBNN. you begged him to let you cum but your words went in one ear and out the other (minus the moans of course you pretty thing ♡)

he picked your hips up a bit to rub you while laying on you, you started nearly screaming while he was stimulating two parts you. you started bucking your hips up towards him and twitching as you your voice went silent from all the screaming in a silent moan with only little breaths as you came, but whats this? the fucker decided ‘im gonna be a bitch’ and still was fucking you as rough as ever

your voice returned while you were screaming your lungs out. you felt your body getting too much while he still rubbed you, starting to gradually groan louder, turning it into moans very quickly. he still wasnt even close to cumming and made you suffer for it. the sound of his cock colliding with your slick hole were one of the many sounds filling the room

“nagisa!! nagisa please stop!!” you pushed your body up almost off the bed till he pushed you back down. you propped yourself up on your arms, grabbing the pillow (you pillow princess) to help yourself so your body didn’t hurt

“not a chance my dearest, just lay here and take my cock like a pretty little slut. thats what you are anyways arent you dearest?” OHKAY READER MOVE ITS MY TU- ahem. . . he continued to fuck you, your legs tensing as you felt like cumming for a second time, and that you did as you started crying from too much of the sensation. tears started rolling down your face as you started begging for him to at LEAST slow down.

he started loosing his rhythm as his thrusts became staggered and his breathing became heavy, he started giving praises of ‘i love you’ and ‘you’re doing so well’ as he felt himself being close, yourself included for the 3rd time too.

“where do you want me to cum dearest” oh the things i would do to be called dearest by mr ran nagisa. “i- in- gnh!! in me please please!!” “oh? you- mnh- want me to breed you dearest?” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- he continued to thrust as your crying (verbally and legitimately) became louder.

he gave three more staggered thrusts has he pulled your hips closer to thrust the deepest he could as he let out a near pornographic moan (we all know it was pornographic cmon 💀) while letting out his load in you, you screaming your heart out and cumming for the third time.

he sat there for a minute or two before pulling out and checking on you since he FINALLY heard the hics of crying. “are you okay? did i hurt you?” BRO READER-MI IS CRYING AND YOUR ASKING IF YOU HURT THEM? okay im;;; “not *hic* really” lying ass. he stared at your fucked out face then turned you around to kiss you.

he picked you up to set you down on the carpet in the bathroom while he turned on the hot water and set you in. he got in himself and laid you against his chest while kissing your head and falling asleep

in the next room however…jun and ibara sat there in shock while hiyori was rolled up in a ball on the floor, not believing what the hell he just heard. “who knew nagis-“ “HES GONNA END UP HAVING THE NERVE TO PRETEND LIKE HE DIDNT BLOW OUT SOMEONES BACK” “hi-“ “NO IBARA DONT BEFORE I CRY.” yeah. uhm. good luck facing hiyori next morning nagisa “shut up” DONT BREAK THE FOURTH WALL. DAMMIT NAGISA.

#enstars smut #ran nagisa #ran nagisa x reader #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #echossmut

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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The One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warmings: 18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, running, a raging argument in an established relationship, name calling, taunting, drunken raging, Twitter. SMUT, explicit, rough sex, fingering, tit slapping, orgasm denial, spitting, oral sex (mostly female receiving). Also, I’m sleepy. 😴

A/N: Not proofread. Also, I know very little about Chris and Jenny, and have no real opinion about their relationship. I made up the scenario about what happened there for the purposes of the story. THANKS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS TONIGHT! 🥳🎉🎊🍾👏🏽🎈

This fic is based on the following ask:

Anonymous asked:

Imagine idea :

Chris is drunk after a fight with the reader. He was On Twitter and saw some pics with Jenny and when the reader comes in he screams at her and says that Jenny was the one and not the reader. The reader get sad because she was always kind of insecure about the age gap with Chris. The day after he didn’t know what he says and she don’t say anything because she got the feeling that he was right. But one thing both didn’t noticed that Chris was drunk calling Scott and he knows everything Chris says and drive to Chris to give him a good clamp ahahhaha Chris was drunk and Just mentioned her name because he saw a post with Jenny.

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It had been the perfect day.

You slept in, then had a late brunch at home.

You saw a message from Chris’ former co-star, Heidi, light up his phone that he’d plugged in on the kitchen counter when you two were tidying up.

You wondered why he was texting the bitch even after you told him that she wanted him. And after he agreed to cut off contact out of respect for you.

Heated, you didn’t even look around before you picked it up, put in his code and read a string of friendly, if not borderline flirty, texts.

Chris walked in the kitchen, caught you, and yelled at you for being in his phone.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Exactly! What is going on, Chris. I thought we talked about this?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, it’s a big fucking deal.”

You threw his phone on the marble countertop, which caused Chris to pick it up to see if it was cracked. Your temper was too much.

“We’re just friends! She knows we’re together, y/n!”

You rolled your eyes.

“And I know women, Chris. That doesn’t fucking matter to her. Sometimes you’re so oblivious. Or act like you are.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I know you want to leave me for someone more glamorous and beautiful. Someone who will put up with your shit, everyone the media says you’re fucking. Go ahead and just do it!”

Chris’s temper was really rising now. You could tell as the red creeped up his chest to his neck.

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chris was screaming now. “Is that what you want? To end it? Because you don’t have to make me do it. If you want to leave, just leave.”

You said shit like that a lot. And it scared and angered him. He wanted to know if you were trying to make him break up with you so you would be free.

“Why are you being such a fucking…” Chris stopped himself. He knew better than to call you out of your name.

Your head almost spun around. You smiled evilly.

“Go ahead, say what you wanna say, Chris. Or are you scared?”

Chris exploded. “A fucking BITCH.” He was shaking because you went there.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not fucking anyone else!”

Chris lost it and punched the wall, making a hole in the drywall and definitely injuring his hand.

You just stood there with your mouth open and in silence. You went toward him to look at his hand, and he just put both of them up, backing away from you and going to the liquor cabinet.

He retreated to the deck with a bottle of Jameson’s. He wanted to dull the pain, in his hand, and in his heart. He hated when you hurt each other.

You understood that you both crossed the line, so you let him be. You went upstairs to change into your running clothes to get out and clear your head.

Chris settled on a deck lounger, started drinking from the bottle and got online, which is never a good thing, but he needed something to distract him. He started reading tweets about himself, and following a thread of Chris + Jenny stans.

The more he drank, the more he started reminiscing.

There were good times. He was happy. Mostly. He thought she was the one. Sometimes. But she broke his heart. He was just a rebound.

Her handsome arm candy.

Then he thought of you. His heart melted; you really loved him. He was sure of it. But loving him was hard. He realized that you felt the same way about him that he felt about Jenny. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Insecure.

And you had good reason to be. Everything you’d said about women coming after him was true. But what you didn’t realize is that since he’d met you other women didn’t matter to him.

You were the one, not Jenny.

Chris began to get melancholy. He’d fucked up. You were nothing but good to him and you just asked him to respect you and listen to your feelings. He’d ignored that.

Shit, why did he yell at you like that?

He went to erase Heidi’s contact and block her number. He was confident that you were never going to throw him away like Jenny did. She was the one who’d hurt him. Not you. Never you. He recognized that you wouldn’t ever hurt him on purpose.

His mind was racing with how to apologize when you came back. He was an idiot. The pain in his heart was replaced with regret and his hand had slowed to a dull throb.

But then 30 minutes turned to 3 hours, and by the time you got back, the bottle was empty and Chris’s eyes were red with rage and worry.

Maybe you were just like Jenny after all.

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You ran, and then went to get some coffee. You ran into Shelby at the cafe and distracted yourself with mindless chatter, then walked back. You were ready to apologize by the time you opened the door.

When he heard the door, Chris picked up his phone and met you in the living room. He was obviously shitfaced.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?”

Chris’s voice boomed throughout the house and you jumped. Then you just stood there, shocked at his outburst.

“The hell are you talking to me like that?”

He was unsteady on his feet. He leaned toward you, and you could tell that someone was spinning the room for him.

“I don’t want it to be you!”

He had to let you know that he knew that you wouldn’t be the one to hurt him. Chris pointed his phone at you.

“You’re not the one. Jenny’s the only one. Not you! Not ever you!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. But then again you could. It was what you were afraid of. You were head over heels. And Chris could find someone on his level. Like Jenny.

“Well, Fuck You very much, Chris.”

You brushed your tears away and ran past him up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door and crying your eyes out. You got out your suitcase.

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Chris started up after you, calling your name, and then suddenly needed to duck in the downstairs bathroom to throw up.

He tried to make it up the stairs and had to sit down on the floor near the bottom. Then, he needed to lay down just for a minute.

The next thing Chris knew, it was morning, and he woke up to a pounding on the door and in his head. He rolled over on the floor, and something stabbed him in the side.

Groaning, he reached down and saw your keys to his house, his cars, and his life, all on the Tiffany heart keychain he’d given them to you. He was staring at them, confused, when Scott opened the door with his key.

“There he is. My brother. The fuck up.”

Chris groaned again, sat up on the bottom stair and held his head.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nevermind me. It’s not often I get to say that, only when you publish your dick pic to the internet or you RUN OFF THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Chris winced when Scott yelled, his head a pounding mass of meat wrapped in fuzzy cotton.

He didn’t understand why he was being tortured and he didn’t understand why his hand hurt. He looked at it, all bruised up, and the keys inside it.

“Just tell me, Scott. Why are you here?”

Scott leaned up against the door.

“Did you know you drunk dialed me last night?”

Chris looked up at Scott, and his face was a sight as his brother told him what he’d said to you.

“Fuuuuuck me!” He put his head in his hands again.

“I don’t know if she ever will again,” Scott joked, but Chris didn’t laugh.

“I called her after you apparently passed out and wouldn't pick up your phone. She was ready to catch an early morning flight, but I convinced her to sleep in today and leave tomorrow.”

Chris moved his hands down from his eyes and stared out the patio doors, trying to think.

“I put her up in the Four Seasons, on your dime of course. Room 6145. Penthouse. Could be pretty romantic. If she were in that kind of mood.”

Chris looked up at Scott, smiled weakly, jumped up and hugged him, then made for the door. Scott jumped in front of him.

“Trust me, you’ll want to get some water and coffee in you, and shower and brush your teeth. You look and smell like shit.”

“Right.” Chris nodded, flexing his hand. He could still move it. He was glad it wasn’t broken. “Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” Scott walked into the bathroom as Chris went to the kitchen, groaning when he saw the hole in the wall. He’d have to ask Scott to get it fixed before you saw it again.

If he could convince you to come back.

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It was 11 am, and Scott had verified that you were still in the room. Chris just stood there, nervous and terrified that you were just going to be done with him.

Room service came and headed toward your door. Chris waved them down and when they saw his face, they stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

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You climbed out of the wonderful deep jetted tub, having soaked until the water got cold and your fingers were wrinkled. You pulled on the plush Four Seasons terry cloth robe that was provided with the suite.

You felt calmer than last night, and after some sleep and relaxation, you realized that you’d been a fool to think that Chris would want you forever like you thought.

It was for the best that you leave and start over, to focus on your consulting business and yourself for a while.

You opened the door with a smile on your face for the attendant, and you let them into the room, your back turned to the door while they brought the cart in. You turned back around and there was Chris.

You grew heated, and your heart began to race while the attendant scurried out. Chris’s face was a welcome sight, but you were still angry.

There you were, looking so beautiful, curls tied up in your favorite silk scarf, cocoa skin radiant in a white fluffy robe. You should have been comfortable, but your eyes were wide and scared.

He’d done this to you.

“Fuck, y/n… I…”

You interrupted him.

“You’ve got some mutha fuckin nerve. How dare you just run up in here, using that fucking face,” you flung your hand up, “using who you are to get into my room. How did you even know where…?”

Your mouth dropped open at the realization of what Scott had done. You turned on your heel to get your things. You didn’t care that you were naked under your robe. You didn’t care that you still loved Chris. You were out. This second.

Chris moved to block you from entering the bedroom of the suite. You tried to push past him, all 5’ 4” of you versus 6 feet of him.

“Move, Chris!”

You glared up at him, your body responding to him in ways you weren’t prepared to admit. You were betrayed by your pussy.

“I just want you to listen to me. Then you can leave, stay, do whatever you want. Just hear me out.”

You and him physically was always the shit. His arms across his chest did things to you But you kept mean mugging him, making him hard for you.

You stepped back and said, “Okay. You have 10 minutes. Then I’m out, Chris.”

You paced back to the couch in the living room of the suite, watching him warily.

Chris paced in front of you, making it inevitable that you follow his lean form back and forth across the carpet. You noticed that his hand was bandaged and that he kept flexing it.

You hoped it wasn’t broken. No matter what, you cared what happened to him. You would always love him. Even if it was the end of your relationship.

“First of all, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I was violent and that is never acceptable. Even though I didn’t touch you, it’s not ok, and I know it was intimidating. I take responsibility.”

He stopped and looked at you, you melted a little, but you didn’t give any outward sign. Being a business owner taught you a mean poker face.

But the shirt he was wearing made his true blue eyes pop and you could see a hint of his chain around his neck under the fitted henley.

You suppressed a shiver at the memory of the things you did to have that chain and medallion wave in your face, to have it clenched between your teeth as Chris had his way with you, and you with him.

You focused on him, pointedly looking at your watch. Chris’ anxiety peaked when he saw that.

He stepped toward you and thought that he recognized the look in your eyes. He was almost sure that you still wanted him, sure that you still cared. He could only hope as he came closer.

“And then I started drinking. And while you were gone, I came across some posts about me and Jenny. And it took me back there.”

At those words, you crossed your arms and averted your eyes, defenses up. You didn’t want to hear about how much he loved Jenny.

Then, Chris swiftly moved to sit on his haunches, becoming eye level with you.

“And I realized that she never really loved me. Not like you loved me.”

Chris speaking about your love in the past tense made you a little angry and you stared him in the eyes.

It was just the reaction he hoped for. Your attitude. He loved it. He hid a smirk so that he could continue, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes. And you rolled yours.

Chris then picked up the sash to your robe and started playing with it, your eyes drawn to his thick fingers. You didn’t know why that was getting you hot, but it was. You opened your mouth to breathe.

Chris’s voice cracked when he said. “And to me she was the mountaintop. Another, different kind of conquest. But I realized that I never really loved her. Not like I love you.”

Present tense.

Now you were looking into his eyes, about to fall into them. Shit. He had you hooked. But then you remembered, and drew back.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but what I was trying to express was that I know it could never be you to hurt me like Jenny did. That I didn’t want you to hurt me like she did. Not when I’ve thought about forever…”

He moved even closer. “I mean forever, forever, with you.”

All of a sudden you couldn’t breathe. Chris got on his knees.

“I want to be in this position again with you one day. One day soon. But not like this. I don’t want it to be to try to get you back. I want us to be good.”

He sighed, pensive. “I want you to be smiling and happy, and even have our families there.”

You don’t know how your face looked at that moment, but Chris started smiling at you. You were so beautiful to him right now.

“I was drunk, and I couldn’t use my words correctly. I yelled and I screamed and I punched the wall. I fucked up and may have lost you forever, but I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You felt yourself get emotional, but you tried to calm down.

“I’m just so fucking scared that you will get tired of all the bullshit that comes with me and leave… and I absolutely wouldn’t blame you. But there’s no one else, y/n. No one else can compare…”

“Chris��”

You raised your hand to his face, eyes searching his. You could tell he was being honest.

Chris grabbed your hand and started kissing your palm.

“So.” He looked at you with those eyes. “Is this goodbye?…” His lips were giving you shivers. “Or hello again? Can we start over?”

Chris trailed his lips from your palm, to the pulse point at your wrists and lingered there, licking the delicate skin. Then he moved up your arm to the opening in the robe.

He pushed his torso in between your legs and leaned into your neck, inhaling the lavender bath oil that was your favorite. And his, too.

He moaned as you leaned your head to the side, giving him access. But he didn't just want the physical. He breathed into the shell of your ear.

“Please come home, baby…”

You just moaned as he started sucking right below your ear, your spot. Desire took over for Chris when he heard your sounds.

“Fuck it. I can tell that you still want me. If this is goodbye, then I’m going to make it worth your time.”

Your back arched and Chris palmed your bounteous ass over the robe, pulling you flush to his crotch. He smiled as he felt the warmth coming from you.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe. Are you wet, too? Are you wet for me? Do you want my cock? I mean, do you want your thick, fat, cock to fuck you babe?”

Chris was kissing down your neck into the cleavage that the robe was revealing with each sentence as you opened your legs. Your pussy was quivering for him, but you still didn’t answer him.

Chris looked up at you with those eyes and pulled on the robe sash. It fell open and he looked down and bit his lip, taking in your warm skin, lovely breasts, and elegant pussy, with the manicured triangle of hair kept like he preferred, and offered up for his taking.

You still looked like his girl, and he smiled as he looked up into your eyes. But he had to be certain. He lowered his head, keeping eye contact and descended toward one small hard mountain peak, kissing it gently, tentatively, while watching you.

You were mesmerized as his tongue peeked out and licked it, then he opened his lips and enveloped it, moistening it with his pink lips.

The look on your face compelled him, and he fully enveloped your nipple and started sucking roughly, still keeping eye contact. You were determined not to close your eyes, but it was difficult. You bit your lip to stay still.

Chris’s bandaged hand was dangerous, however, and it came up to pinch and roll your other nipple. You arched into his hand as he became rougher and rougher.

He switched nipples and hands and his saliva made your breast that much more pliable and sensitive. He slapped it, and then rubbed it with the rough bandage, making you cry out and moan as his other hand trailed down your body to your cunt.

“This pussy will still be mine, even if you leave me.” He smiled cockily while looking down on it.

He looked at you, before lifting his hand to his mouth, looking straight into your eyes and spitting on his fingers before bringing them down to your cunt.

“I think, that if even if you leave and move back to Houston, and I come to town, that if I I call you, even if you’re with someone else, you would meet me in a parking lot and let me fuck you over the hood of my rental car.”

He was faintly tracing your pussy lips and instantly your control was gone. You were sopping wet, because of his words and because of the knowledge that what he was saying was the truth.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were adding to the wetness of the saliva on his fingers.

Chris smiled and tilted his head as his two thick digits breached your opening. He had his answer as you threw your head back and let him finger fuck you while he rolled and slapped and pinched your nipple.

His thumb was lightly brushing your clit and you wanted so much more. Chris could sense that and he pressed down roughly on it, causing an electric jolt up your body, which you keened for, arching your body into his hand.

Chris moved his hand from your breast to your neck and applied the pressure that you wanted and needed and that he was expert at while he stuffed another finger inside you and circled your clit with his thumb.

You floated among the clouds as you came like fireworks, and all over his hand.

He watched you come undone, and come down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants with one hand while he sucked your juices off his fingers, releasing each with a loud pop. When you opened your eyes, you smiled.

You pulled his hand and started licking yourself off him, flattening your tongue against his palm.

“I forgive you Chris. I forgave you when you conned your way into my room, you ass.”

You smiled against his hand as he groaned, relieved and desperate for you.

“But you still have some work to do.”

“What do you want? Anything.”

Now Chris was breathless, anticipating payback.

“First, you need to take those damn clothes off.”

He quickly moved to take off his shirt, and then stood up to take off his pants. You smirked as hs cock sprang up immediately when he peeled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Chris caught your look.

“What? I wanted to be prepared.” He chuckled softly while pumping his cock lightly, expecting to immediately fuck you.

He moved toward you. But you quickly moved off the couch and into the bedroom, forcing him to follow you, and his dick, into the other room.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he remained standing.

“What do you need, babe?”

You reached for his cock and tugged it toward you, opening your mouth and deep throating it, wetting it from root to tip and then spit on it. Chris moaned as you started to stroke. Then you stopped.

“I need you to jack off for me.”

“Ugh! You’re so fucking nasty. I love you.”

Chris instantly started where you left off. This didn’t seem like work.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him, and licking your lips.

“And I need for you not to stop, and not to come. Until I tell you.”

You looked him in the eye and that was when Chris knew he was doomed. A chill ran down his spine as you reached down and started playing with your pussy.

“Fuck!”

You looked so damn good. He licked his lips and stroked harder and faster, his balls drawing up already.

“Shit, y/n.”

You watched his eyes, and got wetter at his blown pupils and glazed look.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His voice was broken and desperate. He fisted his cock, and held his balls, trying to stave off the inevitable.

You turned around, got on your knees and reached back between your legs and ran your fingers up and down your slit.

“How about that?”

“Goddamnit!”

Chris grunted as he tried to hold it in. You were a goddess. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste you. So he did.

He dove in, tongue competing with your fingers to command your slit. You finally gave in to his expert mouth and he savored your salty goodness.

“Fuck, Chris, you better still be…”

“I am. Christ.”

He was leaking in his hand, but he had it under control. Barely.

Chris stopped eating you out for a second, grabbed your ass cheek with one hand, stretched you open, spit on your tighter hole, and watched it slide down your satin lips to drip onto the bed.

His warm saliva made your pussy quiver and he watched it lovingly. Then he dove in again.

He sped up his movements with his other hand and you could hear the smooth skin of his dick sliding on his palm while his tongue did forbidden things to you.

“Ffffffuuckkkkkkk! Chrisssss.”

You came, burying your scream in the mattress, and even harder than before. You couldn’t believe that he’d turned the tables on you.

Chris ate you out through your orgasm, holding you down with one hand like it was nothing.

He was god of war, love, and sex, all at once.

Fuck Captain America.

You came again, almost immediately.

When he was done with his meal, he let you go, wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand and stepped back.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do? I can’t take it much longer…” Chris’s sexy growling voice got to you.

“What do you wanna do, Chris? How do you want to take me, Daddy?” Chris’s cock jumped in his hand, he slapped your ass, and watched it jiggle.

Chris entered your wet, wet pussy, and marvel how if felt like it was choking the life out of him. He had to stop moving, or he would burst almost immediately.

“How the fuck are you so wet, but so tight. It’s like a fucking vice grip, geeze.”

You both waited and felt it jump inside you, then Chris reached down, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you upright and flush to his chest.

One hand clutched your throat and the other arm hooked under your leg, allowing him to piston up into you upright while your other leg dangled, your big toe barely touching the ground.

Chris held you and fucked up into you, grunting each time the large mushroom cap head of his cock was stuffed into your pussy.

“Ugh, gatdamn it, you were thinking of leaving, ugh, you wanted to leave this, mmmmmm, this dick that, ugh, that fucks you like this?”

Chris’s mouth was near your ear, which was on his shoulder because your head had fallen back on his chest. He was using you like a sex toy as he fucked you senseless.

His dick slicked in and out of you with obscene wetness, Chris somehow lifting you up and slipping completely out of you and pounding back into you with force.

“Chris!!!”

You started shaking, your center of gravity being where you and he were connected.

He fucked you even harder and faster, chasing his release, but he maneuvered his hand to find your clit, refusing to come before you.

“Fuck! You know you were going to miss this cock that your sweet cunt fits… like… a …mutha …fuckin… glove!”

"Ahhhh!"

You screamed as you fluttered around his cock. He could take only so much before he had to shut his eyes and bite down on your collarbone. Chris’s legs were trembling now.

"Take all of it!." He was hitting your spot. "How does it feel?"

Although the feeling was intense, you tried to speak.

"L-l-l-like h-heav-v-v-ennnnn."

The sound of your voice made his release start to build.

With each of his thrusts, the sweet tightness began to build until you came, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh shiiiiitttttt!” Chris exploded inside your tight wet cunt. He wanted to fill you up like never before. He wanted to put his baby in you and tie you forever to him. That made his balls empty.

He fell back on the bed, with you on top of him, slipping out of you and depositing you on the bed beside him.

Chris couldn't help but smile as you both came down. He was made for this.

Chris put his hand on your cheek, brushing your beautiful lips with his thumb. You smiled under his attention into his sea blue eyes.

“I love you.” You grinned.

“God, I love you.” You sobered up, taking in the weight of his words.

“Is it weird that I want to get you pregnant before we’re married?”

You made a face.

“Who says I want to marry you?”

Chris scooped you in his arms and rolled you over on top of him.

“You don’t want to marry me? You’d say no if I asked?”

You held in a giggle.

“Nah. I’m gonna move back to Houston and marry someone else so you can come in town and fuck me over the hood of your rental car. That sounds hot as fuck.”

Chris released an anxious breath.

You took his head in your hands.

“Easy now. Ask what you want to ask.” Chris started to speak. You put your finger over his mouth.

“When you want to ask it.” You looked into his eyes again. “I won’t break your heart.”

Chris smiled at you and said, “I know.” He kissed you.

And when you pulled away, breathless, he told you, “You’re the One.”

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peachs-soft-loft · 3 years ago

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Okay so it's like 11, so..

✨Perfect time for me to gush/list tickle tropes I like!✨

My favorite tickle tropes:

(usually found in art and media)

Big/Tall/ tough (sometimes sporty) character who acts all tough and badass is SUPER ticklish

Said tough character when tickle tries their best to keep cool persona, but when that ONE spot is found, they MELT like ice cream on hot summer pavement

Very blushy lees that try to cover their face when being tickled usually with their hands, clothes or just trying to face away from their ler

Said ler uncovers lee's face usually saying "aw, why cover up such a pretty face" or "oh no, we gotta see that smile"

Snort laughs

Addition to snort laughs when the lee snorts and immediately attempts to cover their mouth

Accidental tickles

Person A gets tickled accidentally and immediately hugs themselves, Person B thinks they're in pain and ask "Oh are you okay?" Person A responese with " Yeah, it just tickles alot"

Lee's curling up at the brush of stray hand or finger on their tummy or side

Emotional/moody characters being super ticklish (same goes for stoic/serious characters)

Non human characters not knowing what tickling is, and discovering what is and then going buck wild on any unsuspecting soul or begging for tickles after

Tickle games

Tickling as penalty for losing party games (Smash Bros, Mario Party/Kart, card game, and board games)

Twister + Tickles, nuff said

Tickle Penalty for cheaters

Ler scribbling on lee's back and Lee has to try and guess what being drawn or written

Being painted/drawn on

"Hold still"

"Don't laugh"

Tickle fights

Playful tickles in general

Platonic tickles

Tummy/Neck kiss

Raspberries

Counting ribs, toes, freckles

Death spots marked with moles or freckles, or scars

Non human body parts being ridiculously ticklish (Tails, Horns, Wings, etc)

Nonhuman ler using their tails/wings to tickle lees (usually human ones)

Ticklish hands, Person A is giggling while Persona B is writing stuff on their hand or drawing or fortune telling, this also includes when person B traces the area where the heel of the hand meets the arm (if that makes any sense)

Lees laughing into ler's chest

scenarios that start out very sexual but turns out to be an innocent non sexual tickle scenario

Same with evil scenarios

Angry Ler tickling Lee because they're annoyed with their antics

Gentle giant that could very well overpower and even hurt smaller and physically weaker Ler but doesn't bc they don't want to hurt anyone

Tickle monster

Lees who think theyre too old for said tickle monster

Small animals/creatures hiding or moving around in a person's shirt

Wake up tickles

Ear nibbles

Tickles turn into cuddles which turns into sleepy time

Oblivious ler

Oblivious ler giving the lee genuine compliments in gushing tone rather than teasing and coy (i.e "Your smile is so adorable", "Your giggles are like music to my ears"..etc) bonus if the lee is so flustered they can't tell the difference between genuine or coy compliments so they're like "OMG, STAAWWWP!"

Small ler v. Big or Tall lee

Tickles to calm an overactive lee

Nuzzles

Tickle hugs

Tummy noms

Tickle chase

Tickling the tickle monster

Tough one being very flustered/embarrassed about being super ticklish but learning to be okay with it over time

Witty Lers with one-linears

Telling jokings or making faces to make the lee laugh even harder

Tiny tickles

Small beings tickling larger beings (think fairy v. giant)

Larger beings tickling smaller beings

Mischievous magical beings/creatures

Stuck tickles, Lee is stuck in a window, hole, small space or has their shirt pulled over their head and ask the ler for help, but...

Crop tops/stomaches peeking under shirts and curious hands

Lee is almost immuned to hands but weak to any soft/furry item

Tough character has super giggly/childish laugh that you would only hear if you tickled them, for the most part they try their best to hide it

Tough one tries to cuss when being tickled but the cusses melt into giggles

Lee is strong against being tickled by strangers or peeps they just meet but super weak against those who they're really close to.

The lee has a contiguous laugh, that the ler starts to laugh too

Leftover giggles after it's done

Lee jumping at the slightest movement of hands near them, especially after a session, bonus if they yelp or cover themselves

Tickle drunkenness in general

Lee and Ler both falling over laughing

"DON'T. YOU. DARE!"

After cuddles

And the SIGH of relief when it's done

(These are prolly tropes I'll use in my own writings and drawings n' stuff, and see it or read it somewhere that scene is an INSTANT classic and is granted to live rent-free in my heart, NO DOUBT, ON GOD SRS~<3)

#peach talks #tickle trope #tickling #tickle #this list turned out longer than i thought #oof #tropes like these make my heart go like BRRRR ❤💗💓😍🥰😩#thank you for coming to my ted talk #i swear when i type on my phone its a battle between me-my dyslexia-AND auto correct #im such loser for THESE !!! LIKE MY GOD!!!

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 3 years ago

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Two idiots

When - about a week after douche car. and ...but dirtbag car if the kids are listening. Still on the road before the Greene’s Farm, Sophia is still safe and breathing.

Perspective - 2nd person

Relationships - you and the second idiot are hunting. He’s letting you try out his crossbow, too. Only Sophia and your big bro Shane make an appearance otherwise, and it’s only through the walkie talkies.

Genre - a pretty good time, but y'all do end up bickering (yay!). This is a slow burn series, so we might can consider this story as idiots to (eventual) lovers.

Pronouns - none used or really implied

TWs - language, and there is hunting involved as well as some walker killing.

Word count - 3,300. Masterlist here if you'd like to catch up on the other things you two idiots and the rest of the gang have been up to.

“How long did it take you to figure out how to aim this thing right?”

“Shh.”

“It’s rainin’, they can’t hear us,” you whisper.

“Shh!”

You find yourself staring at his finger pressed against his lips. His hand looks all strong and mascul...oh Moses, first you start getting distracted by his arms, now his hands? What is going on with you? You can’t need sleep that badly.

Like, sure, fine, fine, okay: you discussed with Carol that he was growing as a person and you were happy that he was. And heck, like, you’d even say you were becoming friends with him, but come on. He’s still an abrasive chain smoker driving a nazi bike (and ugh, do you hate that bike! How could his brother have the audacity to take a gorgeous motorcycle and defile it like that?).

On the bright side, this is another sign that your annoying crush on Glenn is lessening. That’s a big relief. You still love him dearly, he’s your best friend, but now your pulse and stomach behave normally around him. Now you can purely focus on whooping his ass when you race.

You adjust your hold on the crossbow and stick your tongue out as you fine-tune your aim a little higher...

“Shit, move your thumb!” he rasps in your ear.

“Huh? T-to where?”

“Just – down here! Can’t be on the barrel like that, ya wanna lose it?” This statement would’ve been sufficient, if impolitely delivered. But then he huffs under his breath “Damn idiot.”

You sharply inhale and feel the anger roil up. He just called you an idiot? Don’t blow up...

“So long as I still have my middle finger, I think I’ll be okay,” you can’t help but hiss back. Okay, you’ll grade that a B minus on not blowing up. Bonus is that you feel nothing but revulsion towards him again, not even for those objectively nice arms or strong hands.

In short order, he grabs his crossbow from you. You grit your teeth but say nothing, because anything else that comes out of your mouth won’t be quiet, and that will scare the food off.

Daryl positions his bow, aims, pulls the trigger and – wait why is the herd running away? Come on! Oh ouch, and the deer he’d almost bagged turned her head at the last minute and the bolt sliced her ear.

“Son of a bitch!”

“And now that poor deer has a hole in her ear!”

The look he’s giving you couldn’t be more dismissive or annoyed. “You’re sad about hurting the deer we was just trying to kill?”

“A quick, clean death ain’t the same as having a hole ripped through your ear, idiot.”

He stiffens. Then shakes his head, lets out an angry grunt, and storms off to the clearing, oblivious to the rain, another bolt already notched.

Ah, so that’s what scared the deer away. A walker. What else?

You stay behind in the woods in the relative dry and lean against a tree to try and placate yourself. Fine, just because he was rude didn’t make it okay that you were rude back. But in your defense, he called you an idiot! And he drives a nazi bike!

Annnnnd now you’re getting angry again. That dude really presses your damned buttons. He’s just so hot and cold! He’s like some rescue dog from a shelter, and how you don’t know what makes them snarl or growl or bite until you find yourself getting snarled at or growled at or bitten!

Once that comparison crosses your mind, you...you feel guilty; you’d grown up caring for fosters just like him, the only real difference was that they were younger and he’s now grown. Daryl is the way he is for a reason, and likely a very good one. Sure, he still has the responsibility to work on that shit, but you could be a lot more helpful in this if you didn’t bark back.

In your head, you imagined taking a tea kettle off the heat and hearing the whistling die down. Inhale. Exhale. Okay, back to it. “Daryl, you good?” you call.

...Hello?

“Daryl?” you call a little louder, feeling your upset being rapidly replaced by nerves. He probably couldn’t hear because of the rain, but where was he? Looking all around the field, you see...nobody? Immediately you speak into your little green walkie, saying “Hey, man, tell me if it’s all clear, okay?” So long as he had the yellow one on, he’d hear you.

Nothing.

Relax, he might could simply be pouting...though he’d still answer something even if that were the case…

First, you jog through the long grass to make sure something didn’t go horribly wrong when he put down the walker. You almost trip, the grasses are so long and wet. But there’s the walker, face down with a bolt hole in its head.

“Hi Y/N. What’s wrong?” Sophia’s voice answers over the walkie. She has the third one, the pink one that had been Amy’s.

“Just makin’ sure with Daryl that he was good to go, Soph, we’re all good,” you lie.

Then a familiar grunt comes from the far right side of the clearing and you sprint full-speed ahead, knife unsheathed (until you realize that is idiotic, so you sheath it). “Daryl, you bit?” you shout towards the noise.

“M’fine, keep back!”

Once you round the hill, you see what he’s been up to. There were four walkers (still standing upright) beginning to surround him, with some more shuffling out from the woods. Small mercies that the grasses are long enough to trip them, so a good number were crawling.

“Why didn’t you say nothing?” you screech, waving your arms and running in the opposite direction of Daryl, making sure the walkers notice you and start changing direction towards you.

Backing up while notching another arrow and letting it fly, he shouts back “Christ, I was busy!”

“Daryl! Don’t use a deity as an fuckin’ expletive!”

“Y’serious right now?”

“Better believe it, bitch,” you snap back as you drive your knife into the closest walker’s temple. Ow, your shoulder.

“Watch your damned mouth, bitch!” he yells back, kicking the one nearing him from the side.

“Watch your ass, Daryl. Oh sh – no, really, turn around, there’s one crawlin’ towards you!”

“Shit,” you hear him say when he sees it nearing his ankle. With a stomp on its neck and an arrow manually driven through its skull, it stops being a problem.

You find yourself falling backwards, releasing a panicked squeal as you scramble back and clamber a ways up the small hill to put more distance between you and the two that were practically falling over each other. Damned long grasses.

A bolt to the head stops one in its tracks (“Thank you!”), and you flat-out kick the other so it flops down the incline and you can dispatch it without as much risk. A second bolt stops one of the crawling ones in your half of the field (“Show off!”), and you run to the rest who were still crawling and start to take care of them.

The first one you go for and your knife ends up getting stuck again, and when you finally wrench it out, you feel the blade jiggle as if it’s loose. That’s not good.

Daryl jogged over to you at some point, and now you’re both finishing up clearing the area from this little gaggle of them or whatever you wanna call it.

Then you both take a step and groan upon hearing and feeling a gross, mucky *squelch*.

“Bleh.”

“Nasty.”

You two just wandered into some sort of muddy patch, and it’s thick. You both look down at your feet. Then at each other. And then you, for one, burst out laughing.

He stares at you unblinking before his eyes crinkle and he almost smiles. When you go to take a step and lift your foot out, your boot starts to pull off your foot, making you crack up more, and say “Uh oh! Mud. Thick, oozy mud!”

Ever practical, he shoots another crawling, stuck walker while you inelegantly squish your way out of the mud. When he goes to step out, his shoe gets caught, too, you reach out your hand to hold his bow for him and offer your free arm to help him keep balance as he yanks his foot out.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

All that’s left is to get the last two, both currently stuck in mud closer to the tree line. Like a weirdo, you giggle to yourself and quietly narrate “We can’t go over it. Can’t go under it. Oh no!” Expectantly you look at him and gesture that it’s his turn.

“What?”

Entertaining yourself, you go pfft and say the rest of the line: “We’ve got to go through it!” You tilt your head at him and bite your lip. “I reckon you didn’t read ‘We’re going on a bear hunt’ when you were a kid?”

“Why, you know it by heart or somethin’?”

With a shrug, you sheepishly admit “The next line is squelch-squirch, squelch-squirch, squelch-squirch.”

He looks down and wipes the raindrops from his forehead “...Thought it was squish-squash.”

“Ah-ha!” you exclaim, pointing your finger at him. “I knew you knew it!”

Shaking his head, he snorts and mutters “C’mon, help me get the rest of these guys.”

“Help me get the rest of them,” you annoyingly respond. Jogging around the muddy area, you casually mention “Oh hey, crawdad mound over there, Daryl.” He’s behind you, also with his knife out.

“Ran outta bolts,” he explains when you notice. “Hey, you didn’t mess up your shoulder more, did ya?”

“Dude, until we find a safe place, I’m gonna have to push through regardless.”

“I’ll finish ’em.”

“We’ll finish them.”

You try your best not to get your feet stuck in the mud again as you finish off the rest together, after which you wander around to retrieve his arrows.

“Should we might fish some out, or leave them be?” you ask, nodding at the crawdad mound as you wipe your knife clean. It’s an easy task, considering everything is soaking wet from the rain.

He shrugs. “Ain’t like we brought a bucket.”

“Or a shovel. It’s a pity we can’t bury these guys,” you think aloud sadly, and mentally add the five you’d just put down to the tally you have in your head.

“Walkers need to get burned.”

“Or that,” you concede. Burning can still be respectful. “How about finding that herd of deer again?”

“They ran. And ’cause of the rain, most other game is gonna be takin’ some kind of shelter.”

“What about ducks? Or Canada geese?”

“Canada geese taste nasty, but that’s probably our best bet,” he says, collecting his last bolt and snapping it back onto the bow. “Or more squirrel, they’ll be out and about in the woods since it’s drier in there.”

“Yay, more squirrel,” you monotone.

“Better than raccoon.”

Groaning slightly, you offer “I’ll take your word on that.”

“Let’s head back, we’re bound to run across some kinda meat. Plus, we’ve strayed too far from the cars. Your brother’ll skin me alive if you get hurt.”

“He will,” you agree cheerfully. As you two walk back across the small field, you are sure to let him know “The part in ‘Bear Hunt’ that goes through the ‘long wavy grass’ is ‘swishy-swashy, swishy-swashy,’ by the way.”

“Huh. Must be why I thought it was squish-squash for that mud part.”

“Was that your favorite book when you were little, too?”

“Nah, I’d never heard of it before. It was my, um, my younger cousin’s favorite.”

That’s unexpectedly sweet. “You must’ve loved them a whole lot,” you comment.

“Ain’t seen them since I was a teenager,” he mutters a little too testily. That meant there was some amount of pain or unhappiness involved. Especially when you conclude that he remembered enough of the book to indicate he’d read it more than a few times to them.

“Then I’m sorry.” And in silence, you two continue on. The rain is more of a drizzle now.

After a minute or so, you start to chat again. “One of Carl’s favorites was ‘We’re going on a bear hunt,’ too, so he’d read it to my nephew every time he saw him. My nephew ended up only wantin’ to read that story, so my poor sister was trying to turn him on to ‘Chicka Chicka Boom Boom’ so there’d be some variation.”

“They the ones in that picture I saw last week that you keep starin’ at? The sister holding the baby?”

You swallow. “Mmhm.”

After a somewhat heavy pause, he says “You musta loved them a whole lot, too.” That was also unexpectedly sweet.

Thankful that the rain will camouflage any tears, you answer with a simple “Yeah.”

And after a few more paces in silence as you both step back into the woods, he asks “What was that ‘chicken’ one?”

The innocence of that sentence brought your smile back and left you cracking up. “‘Chicka Chicka Boom Boom’, it’s this book that, um, it teaches babies the alphabet. You might could’ve been too old for that one when it came out, same as Bear Hunt.”

“What’s with the ‘boom boom’ part? And ‘chicka?’”

“No idea, but it’s fun. If we happen across a library I’ll find it for you.” Now you’re curious. “What was your favorite kid book?”

“Dunno.”

Lightly poking fun, you have to ask “Was it ‘Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day’?”

A blink. “Does that title even fit across the cover?”

“They used real tiny font,” you solemnly nod. Breaking into a smile again, you exclaim “Wait, I got it! Your favorite was Where the Wild Things Are.’”

Daryl coughs as if surprised and seems to weigh it in his head. “Yeah, actually. That one and the one about the snowy day. You know that one? Kid’s got a red snowsuit on?”

Hold up, he liked that one? Baby Daryl loved a book with a black protagonist? “‘The Snowy Day’ by Ezra what’s-their-face?”

“I guess.”

Oh my gosh, you’re beaming on the inside. Nope, apologies, you’re beaming on the outside, too. Just wait until Carol and Teddy heard this!

“Why you smiling like that, Y/N?”

“Would you prefer I act all huffy?” That reminds you. “I’m sorry I snapped back and that we got to fightin’ earlier.”

He looks over at you again and his shoulders fall slightly. “Me too. And m’sorry I called ya an idiot and, you know...a bitch.”

That’s when the walkies sound again and your brother’s voice comes through, asking “Y’all alive?”

“Alive and soaked, Shane,” you assure him. “How are y’all back at the caravan?”

“We’re good, we’re good. When are you two gonna head back?”

“’Bout a half-hour, maybe less,” Daryl answers into the yellow walkie he’s carrying.

“Alright. Be safe. Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you, Shaney.”

Daryl clears his throat, then quietly mocks “Shaney.”

“Dary-bear,” you throw right back at him. You aren’t sure what he thinks of that nickname, but your hope is that it annoys him. “Anyways, I forgive you.”

“Yeah, um, same,” he awkwardly mumbles.

“Even though we are two idiot bitches, let’s not deny that,” you deadpan, to which you are rewarded with a scoff and a smile that he tries to tone down. You nudge him and concede “We’re both kinda good at blowin’ up, ain’t we?”

“Mm.”

At that moment, you both hear honking…“Dude, geese!”

“C’mon, they’re prolly gonna land in the field!”

Quickly, you dash back to the tree line in time to watch the flock settle down and begin to waddle around the clearing.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Kneel down,” he directs, also taking a knee himself and lifting the crossbow off his shoulder. After cocking it, he positions it over your uninjured, non-dominant shoulder, muttering “There ain’t much recoil with this, but you’re lucky your dominant eye’s opposite your dominant hand.”

“I’m just relieved you didn’t see the two rabbits what just scurried on by us.”

“What?”

“Ain’t nothin’,” you whisper with satisfaction.

“Pain in the ass. Okay, keep your fingers below this part here on the barrel. The bowstring could snap one clean off if it’s up there.”

“Eesh.”

“Now I’m gonna aim this time so you can see where the sights line up. It’s different from using a proper gun, but...” He then leans in close enough that you can feel the heat coming off his body.

“Sorry if I smell,” you decide to say (yup, ‘idiot’).

“We all kinda stink right now,” he supposes. “Mainly you and me smell like bug spray, though.”

“So long as we ain’t getting chupacabra’d by ticks.”

The reference makes him grumble, so you decide to grumble back. With another snort and an elbow to your side, he insists “Alright, focus.” Pointing, he next asks “See how the sights line up? We’re goin’ for that one seated there. I lined it up higher to account for the drop from this distance.”

“Gotcha,” you nod.

“And yeah, just keep fingers off the top of the forearm part, that’s the barrel.”

“Won’t make that mistake twice.”

“Keep the stock pressed against your shoulder just like ya would with a long gun.”

“Naturally.”

“Exhale when you pull the trigger.”

“Yes, Shane.”

That ropes you another grumble out of him.

Exhaling, you steel your stomach, close your eyes for a split second (another idiotic move, but we’ve established what you are) and pull the trigger. You watch it hit home as you hear the other geese cry out in alarm and flap their wings as they begin to fly away.

It was a clean shot. Your eyes well up a little, but you swallow, reminding yourself that everybody needs to eat. “Sorry. Thank you, goose,” you tell it under your breath.

“Alright, let’s bring this shit dinner back,” Daryl comments, and with a nod and a light tap on the arm, commends you “Good work.”

“Thanks for indulging me. All I did was pull the trigger, really.”

“Eh,” he waves it off. “If I mess up my shoulder, I want somebody else to be able to hunt quietly.”

“Dale’s gonna make a dad joke on how we went on a genuine wild goose chase when he sees us bring it back.”

“It’ll be him or T-Dog.” He clears his throat. “Hey um, I never...” then he trails off, scratching his neck as you walk towards the goose together. “Thanks for savin’ my ass earlier. When that walker was reaching for my ankle.”

“Heck, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“And sorry again for callin’ you an idiot, that was rude. Then calling you a bitch back.”

“Friends fight,” you remind him, despite your hesitance about his being a friend. Somebody who drove a nazi bike was becoming your friend? Like, did Daryl even know what that SS symbol meant?

Still, there he goes picking up the goose carcass he’d so carefully lined up for you to ‘shoot’ and slinging it across his back as if it were his duty.

A chuckle escapes you, and you razz him that “I’m just bummed I didn’t call you ‘sunshine’ again. Remember that? When Glenn drove that car back to camp with the alarm blaring? That there was the word ‘idiotic.’”

“I actually cracked up about that after you left. Of all the things you coulda called me, I didn’t expect no ‘sunshine.’ Kinda wanna use that one at some point.” He makes a little grunt, then adds “Sorry I called ya ‘bitch’ back then, too. I hate bein’ called that.”

“Oh, I’ll try to avoid using that then.”

“Nah, s’fine.”

“Or I’ll use it when I truly want you reelin’,” you jokingly announce (mostly jokingly…).

Humming, he smugly points out “Troublemaker.”

So, you need to throw back “Redneck.”

“Idiot,” he then calls you, eyeing you from the side with a playful smirk.

Your voice goes way up high when you reply “Bitch.”

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weirdmarioenemies · 4 years ago

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Rating all the Catified enemies in Bowser’s Fury!

With the release of Super Mario 3D World on Switch, we got a fantastic little game! Bowser’s Fury! It’s like a sequel to Mario Sunshine with 3D World mechanics, it’s a delight! it has the mod Sockop seal of approval! But that’s not why I’m here today, I’m here because this game gave us Cat versions of 3D world enemies! Complete with fur, tails and little cat ears! In this post, I’ll be rating these catified designs, as an excuse to show them all to you dear reader!

Name: Cat Biddybud

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Starting off strong, Biddybuds are some of my fave Mario creatures, and this look fits them well, the paws and tail look natural on their spherical body! And the fur looks like a fine velvet!

9/10 Would pet.

Name: Cat Blockstepper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Blocksteppers are also already perfect, with their funny hats and their trumpet mouths. However, this cat form doesn’t give them fur, or paws or a tail at all! just some cat ears! Which I’m not even sure are part of their actual body! They could just be glued onto their hats, I hope it’s actually part of their bodies and they made little holes on the hats so they can poke them out.

4/10 Blocksteppers seem to have arrived too late at the Catification center, they only had spare cat ears left.

Name: Cat Bob-omb

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Another one that got the short end of the stick! No fur, no paws, not even a tail! Just cat ears! Both Blocksteppers and Bob-ombs walk thanks to their wind-up keys, so perhaps they only get cat ears because these are not organic creatures! It still seems a bit unfair on the guys, just because they’re automated doesn’t mean they don’t deserve some fuzzy fur!

4/10 You deserve so much more Bob-omb.

Name: Cat Boomerang/Fire/Hammer Bros.

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears don’t look bad at all! But it’s still a very lazy catification, sure, they get fur but it’s so short it might as well not be there.

2/10

Name: Cat Bullet Bill

Debut: Super Mario 3D World

This one’s an interesting case! They’re the only cat enemy not exclusive to Bowser’s Fury, as they appeared in the base 3D World game. Like Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers, they don’t get any fur, so this supports the inorganic creature hypothesis. However these guys DID get a tail! And they look so much better because of it! Why didn’t they give tails to Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers! I demand justice.

6/10 The tail almost makes up for the lack of fur.

Name: Cat Bully

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Now THIS is a catification! Extremely long and luscious fur, you can TELL he grooms himself regularly! Cat Bullies also get a tail, ears, and paws, which fit in very well with their rotund body, as a matter of fact, their iconic horns got completely replaced by the cat ears! Which is a very bold move, but one I support wholeheartedly! Now, does this confirm Bullies are organic creatures? Even though they are clearly made of metal in their base forms? Perhaps the metal is an exoskeleton of sorts, as mod Chikako suggested, whatever the case, I’m glad they got the full fur treatment!

9/10 Fantastic ball of fur.

Name: Cat Cheep Cheep

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

This is a fishy, with fur and cat ears, not very hydrodynamic, fishies are bullet shaped for a reason, but this is ok because they at least look cute!

7/10 Pretty standard catification but it works well!

Name: Cat Coin Coffer

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Ouggoough.... Coin Coffer my beloved.... I wanna pet him so badly now... I guess sticking cat ears and fur on an orbular character just works!! And look at those paws! This is a novelty coin purse if I’ve ever seen one!

8/10

Name: Cat Conkdor

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Well, this is certainly something, I adore Conkdor, another mario creature very dear to my heart. Not sure I love this catification though, the tail looks good but the cat ears look very awkward, and it’s very unsettling to see a bird with fur instead of feathers. But don’t worry Conkdor you still look great, it’s just not your style y’know?

3/10

Name: Cat Flopter

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really like Flopters! they have a Bee-like body with Dragonfly-like goggles, and they fly like a helicopter! Very charming little dudes often forgotten.

The cat ears complement the goggles extremely well! They looked a bit too bald in their base forms. And I bet those paws make landing easier! Good for them.

8/10 Award winner for best use of Cat ears.

Name: Cat Fuzzler

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Fuzzlers are already a delight, there’s not a lot you can do to improve perfection, and I guess the devs took that personally because this is a very light catification, I guess they couldn’t give them fur since they’re supposed to look spiky and not soft, but I still wish they did. They do have tails but they’re oddly short, more like a nub, they deserve longer tails! They’d look so good while rolling!

5/10 They don’t deserve a vestigial tail.

Name: Cat Fuzzy

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Very lazy catification, their oily shinyness doesn’t play well with the cat ears and tail. I’m sorry little one...

2/10

Name: Cat Goomba (Brown)

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

You might be wondering why I put their color in parenthesis, well, this is not the first Cat Goomba we got, 3D World has an orange Cat Goomba that actually pounces like a cat. The implication seems to be that the orange one is a Goomba that used a Super Bell, while this brown one is just a Goomba that got Catified by whatever catification forces are present in Lake Lapcat. Back to the rating, I love their little white/brown color scheme! Fits them very well, and they get little whisker-like stripes too!

9/10 Good Kittycat.

Name: Cat Koopa Troopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really dislike this one, why are the cat ears on their cheeks? That looks like it would hurt? I don’t like looking at Cat Koopa for a long time, I think it would’ve been cuter if they put the cat ears on the shell! Maybe it wouldn’t make sense but it would certainly look nicer.

1/10 I can’t give out a 0 because look at that blessed smile...

Name: Cat Magikoopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears look very odd, like they’re clipping out of the robe. Very lazy catification. Almost unnoticeable.

2/10

Name: Cat Piranha Plant/Creeper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I love these ones they look SO silly, just stick some ears on their orb heads and you got a great kittycat! The fur also doesn’t look unnatural, there are fuzzy plants in real life!

8/10 Would pet carefully.

Name: Cat Rammerhead

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I also like this one quite a bit! The ears fit well with their already ridiculous head, they just look like rounder spikes! It’s like they were meant to have ears! The lavender fur looks very nice. The tail also looks very cute, completely replacing their caudal fin, how do you seem with that buddy?

8/10 Very wet kitty.

Name: Cat Skipsqueak

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

WOW!!! This one is basically perfect! This is the ONLY catification to change the colors of the base creature! And for the better! They’re now a very vivid electric blue instead of the dull light blue of their non-cat selves. This one’s also the only mammal enemy, so their cat features look completely natural and fitting!

10/10 Very cute fat catmouse.

Name: Cat Snow Pokey

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Yeah this one’s arguably the laziest catification, their ears are barely visible too, but they still look cute and not unsettling! So I really can’t complain too much.

4/10

Name: Cat Spike

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Spike always has such an expression of pure existential dread I can’t tear my eyes away from it... It looks like he’s not handling the catification too well... He probably feels very weird being suddenly covered in fur. They did get a cute little patch of white fur on their belly, which I think is an improvement to the design!

7/10 Hope you’re ok there buddy.

Name: Cat Splounder

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

YESSSSSSSS I LOVE SPLOUNDERS SO MUCH!!!! When I found out they got in the game I was SO happy, this catification is top notch as well! The cat ears fit in like they always belonged! And the salmon-colored fur is one heck of a look! They also got a long tail which hangs peacefully underwater, making them look like a cute comma!

10/10 Cat Splounder my beloved...

Name: Cat Stingby

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

As we already know, putting a tail and cat ears on a sphere looks really good! So this guy is a winner by default! I think the paws are slightly unsettling since they’re just hanging there... Never to be used. But it’s ok, I’m sure they don’t get in the way too much.

9/10 Fuzzy bees are always a win.

Name: Cat Seagull

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

To finish off this post! The most important introduction to the Mario universe by far! Cat Seagull!

This is positively delightful, they look so silly and mindless. They’re just vibing and I respect them so much for that. They probably don’t even know they have cat ears, but that doesn’t matter. Only thing that matters is existing and these guys are killing it at that!

10/10 I wanna live like you.

#bowser’s fury #mario enemies #mod sockop #kitty time ==:)

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