#Dabble

[nastyc2nt]

Hanta sero being the biggest fuck boy around, and izuku being sensitive and inexperienced leads to many things

Like izuku begging sero to teach him to fuck you. And trust me he’s writhing. Red faced, maybe teary. He’s so embarrassed. And sero just drinks it up. “Yeah? You want me to teach you to fuck your girl?” Or something slightly condescending.

Of course hanta agrees cause you’re hot. So he’s sitting behind you, against the headboard. While he shows izuku how to make you cum in every way.

First lesson was fingers, second was tongue, third was his dick. And after was toys he lended you both. Fingers started out tricky, but sero was fairly hands on, resulting in four fingers in you rather than two. Izukus personal favourite was the vibrators. Something about being as desperate and pathetic as him, turned him on.

Something about the condescending attitude plus the whiny pathetic behaviour goes crazy. (Side note. If you want it to be even more freaky. Make izuku the fuckboy and bakugo the pathetic one. “I guess you’ll always be second place to me kacchan.’ Or something even more diva-ish.)

🫀

I’m literally going crazy, i wouldn’t have thought of this on my own and i’m so grateful you brought this to my attention—

Sero is a very good choice because he’s so experienced!! Poor Izuku wouldn’t know what to do, he’s never had a girlfriend before!!

She/Her and Born at birth anatomy.

{idk where katsuki came in from, but I literally breath for cocky izuku. Will make a small dabble if you send in something about cocky izuku and katsuki}

{Also saw chubby reader for some reason- BUT EVERYTHINH WORKS}

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“Don’t just whine,” sero sternly shouted at the green haired man that was too lost in your pussy to think of anything else. Izuku has been trying so hard to learn everything, and has been getting so turned on with how pathetic you looked when you’ve been overstimulated.

“M’sorry,” he opened his eyes and focused on fucking you just right instead of his own needs, he tries to reach deep and use his cock with the tips sero gave him! And he listened to how you like it as well.

Sero rolls his eyes and grabs izukus hand from behind you, his other hand still grabbing your waist and you lean back onto his chest. “Play with her clit like a man! I thought the number one hero could please his girlfriend,” he looks down at you, your eyes half open as you look at your boyfriend. He recalled your defenses against izuku being a bad lover throughout the evening but never once said no, or that what sero did wasn’t right.

You moan and whimper when izuku started to play with your overused clit and started to squirm underneath both their holds, but sero made sure to keep you still. “See? Ain’t that a precious sight,” he hated to admit, if you were to find yourself single — he’d fuck you so good. But he has more respect for izuku then to pull you away from him.

Izuku had enough of the hunger in Seros eyes, he knew it was strange to get jealous when he literally asked for this.

You yelped when izuku pressed your leg up higher and inched his body closer, his legs almost crushing you, “Gonna cum?” Izuku egged on. sero watches him start to pump your guts, and the sound from your lips and pussy is so good it makes him hard. Izuku was rough now to, his hand making a imprint on your leg that he held closer to your head, and his hand still playing with your clit.

Sero smirks, proud of Izuku gaining confidence and fucking like a man. “Damn, fuckin’ her rough? I knew you were like a rabbit.”

¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!

Taglist: @sparklylanddetective @fvitos

[lady-ashfade]

Can i request reader comforting Rhaenyra after she comes back from finding Luke ☹️☹️

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Mother!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader (dabble)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 376

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: Angst/comfort, mourning, short fic, we mourn with you my queen.

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Dragonstone was empty without your brother.

his death provoked the real war and mourning, a mother without her child is ruthless and cruel. And your mother had been lost and looking for any sign it was true, that her son has dead and he will never been in her arms again.

the womb you once shared together, the air you breathed together, and the laughs you had with him could never be shared again. lucaerys was your twin flame even hatched dragons together and both of them had died.

so you did all you could do and distract yourself from the anger inside and watched over the barricade with rhaenys. the throne had been taken by your uncle and more then one sibling lost.

“I want Aemond Targaryen.” hearing her trembling voice and the look in her eyes was hard for the whole council to hear. Rhaenyra walked away quietly, the only words you heard from her in weeks. it pained you to see the state she was in.

you followed immediately after her to give her something, anything to help. even if you needed to fly to kingsland yourself for her command.

“Mother,” your hand rested on the open door to her chambers wondering if you should be there. you had no idea that pain she felt, “I wish to speak to you.” with teary eyes she looked at you and welcomed you in, no noise leaving her lips. walking forward the words disappeared from your mind and anxiety filled you. taking a seat in front of her you played with your hands to ground yourself from breaking in front of her.

she looked at you and you could tell it was hard to do so. you had close similarities to your brother, the same once’s you stare at every night to see him. however maybe the right words aren’t spoken at all.

You reached forward to hug her but gave her time to pull away from you if she needed but she grabbed ahold of you as fast as she could. wrapping you up in her arms she broken down in tears. her cries broke you and made you sink into her touch.

“We’ll make them pay,” you lean your head against hers.

“For Lucaerys.”

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: nsfw, murder

Imagine you're a messed up detective with a thing for serial killers. The more brutal, the better. As you tie them down and ride them to oblivion, eyes wet with sadistic satisfaction at the thought they can look but not touch, you know that in less than a week you'll be the one to send them to the electric chair. And even as they shake and cry for mercy, it's your name written on desperate cold lips.

Except this time, you've left the rope a touch too loose.

[mintyys-blog]

GOODNIGHT— batfam x reader

WARNINGS: none

The sound of Gotham’s rain pounding against the windows was a familiar comfort as you sat in the Batcave, a book in hand, feet tucked beneath you. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was a moment of peace, but when you had the Batfam around, peace was a rare commodity.

“Hey, you’re still awake?” Dick’s voice broke the silence, and you glanced up to see him leaning against the Batcomputer, his grin wide as always.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied, raising an eyebrow at him, though the smile you couldn’t suppress betrayed your teasing tone.

He chuckled, pushing off the desk. “The night’s still young. Gotta keep an eye on the streets, you know? Gotham’s full of surprises.”

“Right,” you murmured, though you knew what that really meant—he was never fully off-duty. With Dick, it was always about finding balance between the vigilante and the man you knew beneath the mask. He was a master of it, but you could see the exhaustion hidden behind his bright eyes.

As if on cue, Jason appeared, still in his gear, looking like he had just returned from a patrol of his own. “You two planning to stay up all night, or can we get some sleep around here?” he grumbled, sitting down on one of the chairs, his usual attitude softened by the late hour.

“Sleep?” Dick asked incredulously. “In the Batcave? Come on, man, you know better.”

“Don’t even start.” Jason rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m gonna pass out here, whether you like it or not. You know, you’re not even the most annoying one.”

“Who is, then?” you asked, genuinely curious. You already had your suspicions.

“Tim,” Jason said with a grunt. “He’s been talking about algorithms for the last half hour, and I swear I’m about to lose it.”

“Algorithms are important, Jay,” Tim’s voice came from the shadows as he stepped into view, his gaze immediately locking with yours. “We’re trying to streamline operations here. Efficiency is key.”

“I’m with you, Tim,” you said, smiling at him. “But I think Jason’s point is, maybe we all need a little break from being so…efficient.”

Jason snorted, leaning back. “Finally, someone gets it.”

Dick laughed and took a seat next to you, stretching his legs out. “Alright, alright, I’ll give it to you. Maybe we should all take a breather.”

It was rare for the Batfam to ever fully stop. Between Bruce’s endless crusade and the others balancing their roles as protectors of Gotham and their personal lives, the concept of downtime didn’t come often. But tonight, with the rain still falling softly outside, the usual tension seemed to melt into a rare moment of peace.

The four of you sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the soft hum of the Batcomputer and the distant sounds of the city outside creating an oddly soothing atmosphere. And, for a moment, just a brief one, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing that no matter how chaotic things got, you were surrounded by the family you’d come to care about so deeply.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” Tim finally said, breaking the silence. “But I’ll still be working from there, just so you know.”

“Of course you will,” Jason muttered under his breath. “Take your gadgets with you.”

“Goodnight, everyone,” you said softly, but your eyes met Dick’s, and you shared a smile that spoke volumes—a silent promise that, despite everything, there would always be time for the small moments.

“Sleep well,” Dick replied, his voice soft. “And, hey, don’t let the Batcave get too quiet. It’s… better with everyone around.”

You nodded. Gotham was a dark city, but it was also one where, even in the quietest moments, you felt like you belonged.

[xxikstimloverxx]

"Why is it so cold in here?" you quietly ask yourself. You've just woken up from a nap, and you feel like you've just stepped into the Antarctic. You know there's only one explanation, Toji. He always has the AC set to high, even when it's 40 degrees outside. He always runs hot, and you don't mind it when it means he's walking around the house shirtless, but at times like these, you wish he would just crack a window and turn on a fan.

You walk into your shared room, where Toji is lounging on your bed. You walk past him and to your closet to find yourself a sweater and some pants because the shorts you were wearing weren't cutting it. Finding an old hoodie of his and some fluffy sweatpants. "Why do you have the ac on in the winter?" you ask, walking out of your closet and to your shared bed.

"Why is my girl cold?" he asked. A sweet smile one his face as he turns to look at you "Very," you say, crawling on top of him, pulling your blanket atop of you in the process, and snuggling up to him, head nuzzled under his chin, and face smooched into his chest. "But you can make it up to me by warming me up you say, your voice sounding drowsy and half asleep. "Of course, baby,"  he says warping his arms around your waist. He feels your breathing leveling out and your heartbeat slowing down as you drift off to sleep. Toji would never admit this to anyone, but he enjoys these quiet Sunday mornings, even if he’s burning up from all the body heat you're producing.

[pollie-pockets]

Purple gen 1 pony transparents

[crimsonred-hi]

Week of Dabbles: day 6

Too Fuckin Early

Andrew only fell asleep a couple of hours ago, after spending a night working on music of sorts. In the end not much work was done by the time he lay himself beside her.

Just to be awakened by the sunlight filtering through his window; he turned to his lover's pillow to check whether she was still asleep. To his amusement, she was now missing, her side of their bed is stone cold.

He turned around, and there he saw her on the balcony looking over the landscape: a vast green, misted valley that lays close to his home can be seen from his balcony.

It’s truly gorgeous.

She’s waiting patiently for the day's first rays, in awe at how the world comes to life. She didn't even notice he was up and awake when he approached her, only when he put his arms around her and held her tight. Gentle kisses pressed to the back of her neck. They both silently enjoyed the first moments of the day together.

“It’s too fuckin early…”

[echostalker]

Dazai: *says a pick up-line that so bad and cringe worth. Something no one would ever give a second chance to*

Atsushi: *Looks horrified, right eye twitching*

Dazai: *looks at Atsushi, completely proud of himself* Swooning yet?

Atsushi: *Smacks Dazai’s face with both hands, clutching his cheeks tightly. Proceeds to kiss his face aggressively* Of all the stupid! Moronic! How would anyone fall-?!

Dazai: You’re kissing me though?!

Atsushi: I have brain damage!

[hyunniesgirl]

Okay but like...soft sex with lee know? He would totally be the type to hold hands you and whisper the most softest of praises in your ear.

Yes, absolutely yes!!!!! Lee know would absolutely worship you during sex and that's the moment you know how much he loves you. Of course, he does little gesture in your everyday life, but Lee Know doesn't show you much of his feelings, except when you're having sex.

The way he kisses every part of your body while chuckling to the reactions you make. The way he licks his fingers after fucking you with them saying how good you taste. The way he smiles and tells you how beautiful you look gagging around his cock, removing your hair out of your face so he can have a good view of you sucking him.

Pinning your hands by the side of your head, he'd interlace his fingers with yours trying to show you his feelings with his touch, he always holds your hands while entering you, closing his eyes to the feeling of you squeezing him.

Lee know is a sucker for eye contact, so the moment he starts thrusting he'll stare at you and dare you to break it, he'll slowly go in and out of you making you whimper and beg him to go faster.

He'll smile fondly, giving a little peck on your lips and saying "my kitten is so needy" while going faster, kissing your jaw, your neck, your chest and your breasts. Just hearing your little whimpers and moans it's everything he needs to get him going.

When he bites your lower lip, you cum clenching around him and making him cum too. He falls by your side, hugging you and holding you closer to him, resting your head on his chest and kissing the top of your head, whispering "I love you" while hearing your low exhausted snores.

[imreadydollparts]

This Pretty Mane Dabble has more color left in her stripes than the other one I've worked on.

[echo-circuit]

The hum of fluorescent lights filled the empty hallway as Ratchet approached the observation bay. His boots echoed sharply against the tile, a rhythm that felt too loud in the sterile quiet of the recovery wing. He hesitated at the doorway, hand hovering over the keypad. It had been months since Orion’s death—months since Shockwave had dragged himself out of the wreckage, barely alive, refusing to let go.

Ratchet inhaled sharply, bracing himself, before stepping inside.

Faint hum of machinery filled the bay, punctuated by the quiet, precise clinks of metal on metal. Shockwave sat at a workbench in the corner of the room, his posture rigid and his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, as he adjusted the servos of his biomechanical arm. The arm, sleek but utilitarian, hung lifelessly at his side while its internal components lay exposed on the table before him. A yellow visor lay discarded on the table beside him, catching the faint light. Without it, his exposed eyes glinted faintly with an artificial sheen, their unnatural precision unsettling against the pale, hollow face they belonged to.

Ratchet stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in. Finally, he spoke softly as to not startle the young man. “You know, most people at least pretend to get some rest when they’re supposed to be recovering.”

Shockwave didn’t turn. “Doctor Ratchet,” he replied, his voice low, clipped, devoid of the warmth Ratchet once associated with him. “I didn’t expect a visit.”

Shockwave turned fully now, and Ratchet could see him clearly for the first time. The changes were stark. His left arm, sleek and efficient, moved with mechanical precision. His face was pale, gaunt, his features sharpened by the toll of the past months. But it was his eyes—replaced with biomechanical implants—that held Ratchet’s attention. They were too steady, too focused, and completely devoid of the warmth Shockwave once carried.

Ratchet’s chest tightened. The voice was precise, the diction perfect—yet it felt wrong. This wasn’t the Shockwave who used to debate philosophy with Orion late into the night, his face alight with youthful curiosity.

"I’m here to check on you," Ratchet said, stepping a bit closer to shockwave, His gaze flicked over the arm, the cold, mechanical design. "Your repairs look… thorough. How are you adjusting?"

Shockwave’s optics narrowed faintly. "Efficiently. The augmentations allow for greater precision and durability. Adaptation was inevitable."

"Inevitable?" Ratchet echoed, his brows knitting in anger. "Shockwave, you almost died out there. Don't listen to Pharma! You had four major surgeries to keep you alive and so soon after losing Orion—"

Shockwave finally glanced over his shoulder, his gaze cold and calculating. “Physically, I am functional. My Emotions are irrelevant. There is nothing else to discuss.”

The bluntness of the statement cut deeper than Ratchet anticipated. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m not here as your doctor, Shockwave. I’m here as someone who—” His voice broke for a moment, and he swallowed hard. “Someone who still cares.”

"Caring is inefficient,” Shockwave said after a long pause, his gaze unwavering. “It clouds judgment. It impedes progress. You, of all people, should understand this. I do not require pity, Doctor," His tone was sharp. "My survival ensures the efficiency of the program. That is all that matters."

Ratchet flinched. The words were clinical, stripped of any personal weight. He shook his head, his fists clenching. “Don’t give me that crap,” he snapped. “This isn’t you, kid. The Shockwave I knew wouldn’t spout this emotionless drivel. He cared—deeply. About Orion, about the pilots, about everyone. What happened to that man?”

Shockwave’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his artificial eyes—a faint, fleeting shadow of something deeper. “That man was... inefficient,” he said quietly. “And he is gone, as Orion is gone.”

Shockwave’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering away. He stared at the table, at the visor resting there, as if searching for answers in its polished surface.

“Existing is all that is required,” he said finally, though his voice was weary.

Ratchet exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his grief. “Orion wouldn’t have wanted this for you,” he said softly. “You know that, don’t you?”

At the mention of Orion’s name, Shockwave flinched. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Ratchet caught it. For a brief moment, the mask of indifference cracked, and the man underneath—the one who once laughed with Orion, debated philosophy, and dreamed of a brighter future—seemed to surface.

But the moment passed quickly. Shockwave straightened, his biomechanical eyes locking onto Ratchet with unsettling precision. “What Orion wanted is irrelevant,” he said, though his voice trembled ever so slightly. “He is gone. And sentimentality will not bring him back.”

The rawness of the admission hit Ratchet like a punch to the gut. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s not true,” he said firmly. “Just because you lost Orion doesn’t mean you’ve lost yourself.”

Ratchet swallowed hard, his chest tightening at the despair he could hear in Shockwave’s voice. “I know it feels that way now,” he continued softly. “God knows, I’ve seen this happen more times than I care to count. But you’re still here, Shockwave. And as long as you’re here, there’s still a chance to heal.”

Shockwave’s gaze hardened at he looked at ratchet, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Heal?” he echoed bitterly. “Do you truly believe there is healing from this, Ratchet? Orion is dead. I felt him die. There is no rebuilding from that.”

“You’re wrong,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Orion believed in you. He believed in your strength, your heart. And I still believe in you, even if you don’t.”

Ratchet stepped closer, his heart breaking as he looked at the young man before him—the kid he had once mentored, once cared for like a son. “Shockwave,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Please. Talk to me. Let me help you.”

Shockwave didn’t respond, his focus unwavering as he reattached a digit to his arm. His silence was louder than any words could have been.

Ratchet sighed, his voice thick with sorrow. “You’re not the same kid who walked into that hangar all those years ago,” he said. “And maybe... maybe that kid’s gone for good. But I hope someday, you find whatever it is you’re looking for. Because God knows you can’t keep going like this.”

Shockwave’s hands paused for a fraction of a second before continuing their work. He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge Ratchet’s words.

Ratchet felt his throat tighten, his words catching in his chest.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so damn sorry.”

He left the room without looking back, the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the sterile hum of the recovery wing. Behind him, the faint hum of machinery continued, the sound of a man desperately holding himself together with bolts and wires, piece by broken piece.

Sorry 😐 I've been writing this for two days, lmk if you see mistakes! 🙏

For @keferons amazing Mecha Pilot AU

[lady-ashfade]

Good day! I wish to acquire a Blueberry Roll 🫐 with a side of Aegon Targaryen! Extra blueberries if you please! 💖 I love this concept so so much!

Skipping Supper?

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Strawberry rolls: Drabble/fluff. I checked with the requester to change a few things

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 252

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: Happy Aegon au, Reader marries Aegon instead of Helaena, Smitten Aegon, Good husband au, rhaenrya always the heir.

⤻ I don’t support Aegon, nor really liked him- only time I supported him in was taking revenge for his son even if it wasn’t smart- because grief makes us do things. But I support it- because I would burn that whole city down.

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His warmth pressed against your torso, while his hands wrapped around your waist to hold you closer. You and your husband sit in bed after a much needed relaxation from his duties, so he came rushing to you. Aegons head lays in your lap and you brush fingers throughout it while humming a tone.

“Tell me,” he mumbled in the fabric of your dress.

“Could we skip family dinner and have it in here? I’d much prefer being only with you.”

You smile and sigh at the proposal,though you didn’t want to go, you couldn’t decline knowing his mother is already bearing over you to have her grandchildren. “Apologies, my love. But we mustn’t miss supper, your mother will be asking questions in the morning, wondering if i was feeling ill.” he hums in disappointment and nestles his head closer.

A knock at the door startles you but not Aegon, as he rests peacefully in your hold. Raising your voice you call out to the person on the other side to state their business. A squier looking for the prince, to remind him of his studies. Aegon groans and sits up, hating the feeling without your warmth.

“I Love you, my dearest. I shall see you tonight then?” While he speaks he leans closer with a handsome smile. You nod and seal the kiss yourself with flushed cheeks.

As you watch him drag his feet to the door, you chuckle at the mopping, he’s never thrilled about leaving your side.

[nanowrimo]

How to Set Realistic NaNoWriMo Goals

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Dabble, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a tool specifically designed for fiction novelists. Today, Dabbler Robert Smith shares a few tips to help you set daily writing goals that will work for you:

November looms, and with it the thrilling, harrowing, and sometimes carb-loaded journey of National Novel Writing Month. As we tie our writer's capes and ready ourselves for a month of intense creation, there's a small matter we need to address: our writing goals.

The Weight of 50,000 Words

Setting goals for NaNoWriMo is like setting a pace for a marathon. You wouldn't expect to sprint a marathon. The same goes for writing. If you try to sprint through, chances are you'll burn out faster than a candle in a windstorm.

However, only doing the minimum can leave you in a precarious position. Because if something comes up—and something always comes up—you’re suddenly behind on your goal, and that can really hurt morale.

So here are some goal setting tips to crush NaNoWriMo this year:

1. Start off strong, so you can end strong.

There is a simple fact about motivation. It starts strong and wanes with time. 

Now to be honest, you won’t be able to write a book with motivation alone. It requires a lot of discipline, and you’ll have to write even when you don’t feel like it.

But a great way to get the most out of that early motivation is to channel it into higher early output.

We all know that 50,000 words split over 30 days is 1667 words a day. But authors who win NaNoWriMo often don’t start there. They shoot for 2,500-3,000 words a day in the first week. That way they build up a buffer for the later weeks where motivation isn’t as high.

Plus, it gives them great forward momentum on their project. So consider setting higher goals early and taking advantage of your early NaNo fervor.

2. Account for daily life.

Even if you've cleared your calendar for November, life has a knack for throwing curveballs. 

Kids get sick. Work projects pop up. You know what I mean. If your word count goal is teetering on the edge of feasibility, any small disturbance can throw it off. 

To combat this, make plans and backup plans. Schedule your writing time around family gatherings. Plan what happens if you miss a day. Set yourself up for success before those situations arise.

3. Use the buddy system.

Find a writing buddy to be accountable to. It could be a friend participating in NaNoWriMo, or even someone you connect with in the NaNo community. 

Check in with each other daily. Celebrate your wins, commiserate over the tricky bits, and hold each other accountable. 

Sometimes, knowing someone else is in the trenches with you can be incredibly motivating.

4. Have weekly check-ins.

Instead of focusing solely on daily targets, also have a weekly goal. This gives you a broader view and allows for some flexibility. If you have a slower day, you can make up for it later in the week without feeling like you've thrown the entire month off course.

5. Actually track your goals.

Obviously, you need to track your goals, but there are multiple ways to do it.

Dabble integrates with NaNoWriMo, so you don’t have to manually submit your word count. And if you fall behind a bit, Dabble will automatically adjust your daily goal accordingly to keep you on track.

But even if you’re just marking off your goals on a napkin at your desk, tracking your progress will help you stay the course to victory.

Now go forth, share your stories, and remember: it's not all about the word count; it's about the words that count.

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Robert Smith is a Dabbling Writer, and a Writing Dabbler. He likes playing board games with his wife, and deconstructing plots from movies in his spare time.

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[tr34sure]

Good Girl || Bangchan

☆ Just a little dabble something light ☆

✩ Warnings: Smut with no plot, just plain smut.

A/n: I know that it’s been awhile since I posted so I wanted to post a little something.

You take Chan's big dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. You can feel the warmth of his cock against your tongue as you suck on it. You look up at him and see him closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands run through your hair gently as he moans.

Chan moans softly, “Such a good girl for me yeah?...”

He leans back against the wall, letting you take control of the situation. His hips start to move with yours, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Mmmm... don't stop...” You continue to suck on Chan's dick, taking it as deep into your throat as you can. You feel his warm cum building up in his cock, and you know it won't be long before he cums. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Chan moans louder “... yes... right there baby...”

His hips buck against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You can feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallow it down eagerly.

“That’s my good girl” Chan said calming down from his high gently stroking my hair.

[connecting-the-stars]

How I had envisioned the last scene of the Bad Batch would have gone:

Going frame by frame- 3rd person- following up this bright tan gravel hill, the different sets of footprints and how boots slowly follow them, when the bright trees disperse we find a blonde facing out past the hill, dunes and valleys stretching ahead with bright water and clear sky’s, she’s wearing light weight armor and a satchel,

A shoulder appears next to her, offers a bright container.

“You’re going to burn. You don’t need to use much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind the sun.”

“I won’t feel sorry later when I told you so.’

She shakes her head at Echo’s push for the importance of sunblock, she looks down at something in her cupped hands. Shows Echo’s face with patches of red along his nose and forehead.

when she hears the footsteps behind them she twists her head to the camera and smiles impossibly wide at the person approaching, excited and thrilled but we see the scar besides her temple, her hair braided back, her sharper nose and chin, a skull painted on her shoulder armor,

“look what tech found!”

hunter then steps into frame as she unfolds her hands, tiny geo-salamanders wiggle on her palm, their scales reflecting like glittering crystals in the sun, and she recites what tech explained

“Very shiny. Have you added them to your logs?”

She nods quickly, smiling wide, her eyes crinkling

“About to!”

hunter looks up to see tech crouched next to a nest and scanning with his datapad while wrecker holds a rock back for him, omega yells for their attention and they turn to wave

“about time serge!” Wrecker hollers.

tech adjusts blue modified goggles on his nose. “you could've missed the new record”

“You’ll owe me 15 mentell mix this time and I won't let you forget” wrecker shouts over,

turns their gazes to the hill on their right, highest point where batcher (larger and brighter blue) is resting, she lifts her head at them as crosshair is mediating peacefully not even moving as his rifle sits beside him, hunter puts a hand on her shoulder and they share as smile

“he’s gonna make it to 324 clicks this time”

hunter crosses his arms. “we’ll see about that”

wrecker shouts in the distance as a dust cloud erupts from a overturned boulder, a swarm of much bigger reptiles begin to crawl out and tech says something about how unexpected the amount is and identifies why they are attacking while wrecker throws one past frame, tech turns to run but his cybernetic leg is a bit slower than expected in the gravel thus wrecker hurls tech over his shoulder and makes a run back up the hill, tech brings his blaster up setting it to stun.

A massive salamander lunges for them but it crashes into the gravel with a crackling zap, the shot echoing up the valley to where crosshair has taken on cover fire, Echo doubles back the opposite way, heading to the newly repaired Marauder. Omega unfolds something from her satchel and it hovers beside them to hop up hunter chuckles and omega slaps his arm

“he’ll have better luck next time”

They speed down the hill laughing, they disappear down the hill with the shouting and the growls of monsters but across the fray the voice that stands out the most says

“can we check out the eastern beach next?”

black screen

“of course we can.”