#I get a little bit mmmm fucking pissed off

[trans-leek-cookie]

I'm no authority nor expert but I just want to say I wish nothing but misfortune and woe upon every white person who romanticizes + fetishizes anthropophagy (eating humans). mostly because I just hate white people

[fartlvrr]

dad calls me over, he’s laying naked on the couch, his hard cock in his hand. he plays with his balls too. he glares at me as i walk over to him, stroking his cock. “welcome home, toilet” he says. “get on your knees,” he says, then he spits in my face. “im so happy to see my little girl, i have so much saved up for you.” i look at him with big scared doe eyes. “ple-“ he cuts me off immediately. “dont beg and plead baby, i’ll give it to you without all that.” i feel so misunderstood and humiliated. i know what’s coming. he gets up and kneels on the couch and tells me to get in my place. i put my head back against the couch between his legs while he kneels over my head, his balls hanging right over my nose. he leans down and attaches a leash to my collar. i could smell his musky balls and taste the bit of sweat on them too. i look up and see his asshole pushing out. i get squirmy as i watch him push, then a loud fart comes out sputtering between his cheeks. the smell hits me immediately as i turn my head and cough, i’ll somehow never get used to it. he commands me to get my head back in place and I do, “take a deep breath, loud enough for me to hear you. fuckin goooood toilet,” he says while he groans and holds his belly. more farts start to sputter out and he moans in relief while I breathe in loud enough for him to hear, coughing and gagging. a really long, loud, wet fart comes out and he laughs as I try to catch my breath. “tell me how much you love it baby” he says, almost begging while he strokes his cock and thrusts into his hand. “i love breathing you in daddy” i said, almost whining. “fuck, oh fuck here it comes baby” he pushes out loud explosive farts into my face and I can tell something worse is coming. he pulls my leash up and sits down on my face while he lets out so much gas he must have held in for hours. i felt the farts vibrate on my face. then he sits up and is straining and pushing out his asshole. i figure he must still have to fart, somehow. then as he pushes, he starts pissing all over me while he jerks off. as he lets his piss out, a thick solid log of shit starts to peak out of his asshole. i sigh and whine “please daddy, not today I just got home!!” and he just scoffs at me. “shut the fuck up, toilet. do your job.” he starts pushing more and the shit slowly starts to move out of his asshole. i watch in horror as the thick long stick of shit moves down towards my face. “mmmmm fuck baby, god its all coming out finally. i held it in all fucking day for you mmmm god baby fuck, good toilet” he says while moaning. the thick log makes its way down and finally hits my cheek with a thud as it lands on the couch next to my head. he poops out a few extra small pieces and a few loud farts burst out as he finishes. finally he says “oh fuck, im gonna cum baby fuck” as he finally shoots his load out onto my body while a few extra farts escape his asshole. “thank you daddy, thank you” I repeat over and over as he shoots his cum on my body while I smell the shit surrounding my head.

[starlightsuffered]

Sperm Donor

Info - unprotected sex, trying to get pregnant, jealousy, teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink, a little bit of hard Dom

“Positive?” Timothée asked Hopefully as I opened the bathroom door. I shook my head sadly.

Timothée and I had been married for five years. We had finally decided we were ready for kids. The issue was, I wasn’t getting pregnant. We had been trying since his birthday and nothing.

“No,” I sighed.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” Timothée said mournfully. He wrapped me in his arms and petted my hair.

“Maybe we should use a sperm donor,” I said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Came the harsh response.

“Yeah, since you can’t get me pregnant,” I said casually. I could sense his jealousy and anger. For some reason, I wanted to poke this sleeping lion.

“Y/n,” Timothée growled. I secretly loved when he got this way.

“You jealous?” I asked. This was all I needed to say. I was thrown against the wall and kissed. I put my hands I. His hair and moaned.

He was stripping me all while one hand dove into my panties. He was rolling my bud of pleasure and I couldn’t help but jerk a couple times.

“Baby, I’m your husband,” he purred.

“But I’m not pregnant,” I responded just to get it rougher. He slapped my cunt.

“Are you saying you’re not grateful for my cum?” He asked.

“Load after load, but I’m not with child,” I said in a sing song voice. I knew this would piss him off. I was right. He threw me over his shoulder.

I was on the kitchen table, bare and displayed. Timothée was eating my pussy. His mouth was inside me. I was so wet and heady.

“You’re delicious, you sure I haven’t made you the bearer of my child?” He asked.

“Test says no,” I gasped out. Timothée made a face. He was on me in a second.

He entered me and began to fuck me like an animal. He was shoving his cock so deep inside me. He was even laughing. He was treasuring my desperation.

I lifted my legs and pressed them to my chest. He kept them there. He held my legs down. He kept fucking me wildly.

“You ask me if I’m jealous?” He asked as his long and hard cock was slamming into me.

“Of course I am. I am your fucking husband.”

“I-fuck, oh, fuck, Timothée,” I wailed.

“You want a sperm donor huh?” He asked me. I tried to answer but he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I suckled needily. My eyes rolled back in my head. He was going at me like an animal.

“As if you’d ever touch someone else’s sperm, you’re a fucking addict to me,” he chuckled darkly. I groaned. He took his hand away from my mouth.

“Mmmm, wanna suck,” I said in a pathetic voice.

“I thought you were thinking about sperm donors,” he teased me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I gasped out. I couldn’t make words come out. I felt so good. I felt my toes curl. He lifted one of my legs so he could hit me at a deeper angle. My leg rested against his shoulder.

“Say it again. Say my sperm isn’t good enough,” he egged me on.

“Just, fuck, wanna be, oh shit, pregnant,” I squirmed.

“Oh you’ll be pregnant, I’m gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he growled and punctuated his words with thrusts. I was panting. Just those words leaving his mouth made me wetter.

“Breed,” I begged.

“That’s right princess,” he smirked.

“Breed me,” I pleaded.

“Yes darling,” he agreed. He bent over me and continued to slam in balls deep. He kissed me sloppily. Saliva was everywhere as our tongues met and caressed one another.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I whined.

Timothée was massaging my sensitive breasts. His cock was buried inside me. I could feel him twitching as he possessively fucked me.

“What’s wrong with my sperm?” He whispered in my ear.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” I breathed.

“So you don’t mind if I dump my big load inside you?” He purred.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, please do it, breed me,” I moaned.

“Good girl!” He cried out. He began to shoot ropes and ropes deep inside my fertile womb. I was shaking with my own orgasm. We were both shaking and moaning as I was filled. He was still going, fucking his sperm further inside me. We were kissing again. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he didn’t pull out.

“Let’s go again,” Timothée gasped. “Gotta fill you to bursting. I want to make you full.”

“Yes, make me round. Give me all your cum.”

Sure enough a couple days later I registered as pregnant. Timothée was so proud of himself he bred me all over again.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

B- bu- bud... idk if requests are open but....

B- be- bear bakugou who loves climbing trees but hates the winter cold on his paws. So he starts climbing things in the house😔. Just you scolding him while he's sitting snug on top the bookshelf because he left claw marks and splintered the wood...

BAHAHAHA MUG I LOVE THIS

“Katsuki.”

“Fuck off.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fuck off!”

“Get down from there now!” You scolded your hybrid as he glowered at you from the top of the bookshelf.

“Fucking make me, human!” He sneered, claws digging deeper into the wood, splintering the precious heirloom.

“Katsuki please, you’re damaging the bookshelf!” You pleaded. Katsuki huffed whilst continuing to glower.

“No. I like it up here. Now piss off!” He demanded, leaning forward to get his point across. The bookshelf was beginning to tip slightly, causing you to worry.

“What happened to your other climbing equipment?! Why does my poor bookcase have to suffer?!” You whined, cringing at the groaning of the bookcase. Huffing, you look at your companion.

“Okay. What would it take for you to come down?” You tried from a different perspective. Katsuki stared at you.

“Salmon bowl. But, I eat it up here. Then I’ll come down,” he said, positioning himself to get comfortable.

“Oh god fucking damnit Suki, fine! I’ll make your damned fucking bowl of salmon and fucking rice,” you grumble under your breath, muttering about how you hate winter as much as he does. Katsuki triumphantly smirks before falling asleep to the sounds of you grunting in the kitchen.

“Oi, wake up you stinky brat,” you grumble, pinging the chopsticks against the bowl as Katsuki’s eyes cracked open. His mouth delved into an O shape as he yawned, pointy toofs on show.

He reminded you of a kitten; so sleepy in the winter and hibernating anywhere he can. He could barely keep his eyes open during winter, so you were surprised that he managed to even climb up the damn bookcase.

“Mmmm, don’ wanna wake uuuuuuup,” he sleepily mumbled, getting comfy again.

“Oh no you little bastard, I made you the bowl so you would get off my bookcase. You promised, so get your lazy ass up and eat,” you scolded firmly, ready to throw the bowl at him when he sticks his middle finger up. You huff before smirking; time to bring out the big guns.

“Fine then. No more kisses for a week,” you said, going to leave. Katsuki’s head snapped to you.

“What?” He asked, sleepiness depleting.

“Yup, and no ear rubs whilst you’re napping too,” you list off, about to leave the living room when you hear conflicted angry grunts.

“Ugghghh fine, shitty mate. But, I get to lay on your lap and you have to feed me. Deal?” He answered cheekily, sleepy smirk slapped on his face.

You sigh.

“Deal.”

“Was this really so hard, sweetie?” You murmur to him softly, petting your sleepy bear boy after he demolished his bowl of salmon and rice. Katsuki cracked an eye open.

“Mhm, totally. Natural instincts an’ shit, plus I like being up in high places. Is too cold to do it outside,” he mutters, head nestling into your tummy. Your fingers trail softly over his cute little brown ears, giggling when you see his pompom tail wiggle.

“Stop moving, human. Your laughing is disrupting my sleep,” he mumbles, nosing your tummy as you wrap a blanket around him.

“Sorry, my love. Well we can look into constructing something a bit more practical for you to climb until it’s not as cold outside. I think the attic might be a cool place for some more climbing gear, plus the alcoves could be padded out for your naps,” you ramble quietly, gentle tracing of his ears never ceasing until you hear the quiet rumbly snores of your mate.

You stop talking, wrapped the blanket higher around his neck and kissed the space between his fluffy ears.

“Goodnight, my bratty cub.”

[bigskydreaming]

The Vampire Daniel Molloy, when Louis asks what he's looking forward to most about the next stage of his newly immortal life:

Hmm. With how much my maker already complains about me ruining his life and how every day I give him a new reason to regret ever siring me, if I had to pick just one thing, I'd say the thing I'm most looking forward to is when I hit vampire puberty.

Louis: ....

Daniel: Vampire puberty's when the really wild superpowers kick in, right?

Louis: I suppose technically that's not....inaccurate.

Daniel: Hey, what are the chances of me getting the 'set shit on fire with my brain' thing you've got? Can you even imagine how much that would piss him off? His disappointment of a fledgling having the same gifts as the ex who dumped his ass....oh, man. C'mon now. I bet I could do some real damage with that.

Louis: Actually, while we're near the subject: would you please stop introducing yourself as 'the reason your vampire parents got divorced?'

Daniel: No, Louis, Louis! You're not getting it, see....the thing that makes it funny is its true.

Louis: You've really decided to lean into the whole 'second childhood' angle, huh.

Daniel: Mmmm. And just think. If you'd turned me fifty years ago when I first asked, I'd be well past this stage by now. And also still twenty. And hot.

Louis: Ahh. Its like that, then, is it.

Daniel: Oh, only a little bit. Really though, its like, every day I discover a new way to make Armand rue my very existence all over again, and maybe I'm just a simple man with simple needs, because that's just....very fun for me. I mean, there's just something extra validating in knowing the guy you're all "fuck that guy, I hate him, he sucks" about hates you waaaay more than you can be bothered to hate him. Because then its like you win the feud, right? You still get to hate that guy, which is great, because fuck that guy, he sucks, but you also get to know your very existence drives him way crazier than his ever makes you, and I mean, let's be real. Who doesn't like winning things?

Louis: Well I'm so glad you've found something that gives you a sense of purpose at least. Its very -

Daniel: Yeah, yeah, immortal blood drinkers need hobbies other than mass murder, it keeps the body count low and is good for the environment. Relax. I know. I literally wrote the book on it. You were there.

Louis: That's what you got out of it?

Daniel: Why, did you want me to fixate on your sex scenes instead? That seems weird. A little narcissistic even. And at the risk of self-awareness, when I'm the one -

Louis: Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure you had something to focus your energies on. It can all be a bit overwhelming at first and with your level of public attention at the moment, its very crit -

Daniel: Nope, all good here. Got myself a steady supply of Deadbeat Dad jokes that make my maker's eye twitch - apparently base word play is "gauche" or some shit - ugh, my god, its like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and I only ate one of the editors on my shitlist to test drive my shiny new murder skills. He had this thing about Oxford commas, used to bug the crap out of me. Its like we get it, you hate them. They're literally dots on a page, they can't hurt you, can we please move on....

Louis: ....

Daniel: Louis, I'm kidding. Look, you don't have to worry about me. I already decided I find emotional evisceration way more satisfying than the physical version. Less clean up and it lasts longer anyway. I'm not going to get myself into trouble by cosplaying as Jack the Ripper where paparazzi can catch me red-fanged, and even if I do, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility. You can stop mother-henning me, you didn't turn me, you literally said no when I begged you to, its the whole reason I have eternal wrinkles instead of youthful tautness.

Louis: Not gonna let that one go, are you.

Daniel: Gimme a few centuries and ask me again. I'll let you know then.

Louis: Mmhmm. So this was....memorable and we definitely won't be doing it again. But you do seem to have things figured out so I'll leave you to it, then.

Daniel: Wait, Louis, don't go! Don't you want to hear my five-century life plan for annoying Armand into an early retirement mausoleum? I made visual aids!

Louis: Goodbye, Daniel.

Daniel: Fine, leave then! I don't care! You're not my real dad anyway! Et cetera, et cetera!

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

What do you think Marcy's relationship with her parents was like after Amphibia?

Oooooh interesting question mmmm well i AM a believer that her parents are awful, so there's that. I don't think they beat her up or anything but if Sasha fucking Waybright was a better option than them in her most desperate moments, they must be just as bad as her if not worse. Or rather, they must have been failing to provide something Sasha and Anne fulfilled. I've seen people despicting them as emotionally neglectful, which is something I think makes sense.

I do have the headcanon that they didn't really have the patience for Marcy. She was just too hyper, had too much energy, talked too much, got into too many accidents, broke too many things. I think they were often mad at her even when she did nothing wrong, like just generally pissed off most of the time. They found everything she said annoying no matter how harmless and let her know, so she started to feel it was better if she kept quiet. That meant Anne and Sasha were her only outlet to like... talk to anyone at all, and they didn't listen to her much, but at least they let her talk. They let her put on her silly little movies and sometimes humored her by playing a little bit of C&C with her. If Marcy was so happy to accept the bare minimum, it must be because she was getting nothing with her family. The fact that her way of worming her way into people's hearts is making herself useful tells me her parents mostly just appreciated her for her achievements, soooo...

I do think her parents love her. I just don't think they like her, or that they have much patience for her, mostly telling her to be quiet, to do play her little games somewhere else or they just ignore her when she talks. They were desperately looking for her when she went missing and were infinitely relieved when she got back. There were lots of hugs and tears and they didn't leave her side while she was in the hospital. They also felt a bit guilty for ignoring her so much during the past few years. Worrying they'd never see her again made them realize how much time they lost. For some time, they were a lot more patient with her, listening to her talk about her little games and her feelings and how her day at school was and the pretty friendship bracelets Anne and Sasha made for her. It almost felt like everything had been fixed, like everything would change and be alright. She felt a little bit less scared of moving now.

But as time passed, they kinda fell back into their own habits. They were a bit less mean about it, but despite how hard they tried... they just couldn't like their daughter. She was weird and annoying and never paid attention to her surroundings. For the first few weeks she'd wake them up every night at 3am in tears asking to sleep with them because she had a nightmare, and they were okay with it at first, but after a month of her disrupting their sleep they began to ask her to please stay in her room unless it's absolutely necessary. Her heart broke when they said that - she needed them.

She began to call Anne and Sasha whenever she had nightmares, panic attacks or chest pain, and they always picked the phone. Late night videocalls became their new routine, until her parents asked her not to call her friends at night because she couldn't keep her voice down when she did, so she switched to texting them instead.

Only good thing was that they were happy to pay for several plane tickets a year so she could visit them. She'd spend full summers with the Boonchuys, and they even let her spend the holidays with her friends. The latter they did because they knew Anne and Sasha were better for their daughter than they could ever be, though the former was a way for them to catch a break from her. Unsurprisingly, Marcy's mental health improved a lot whenever she was with her girls.

So... they fulfilled their basic duties as parents but often struggled to provide the emotional support Marcy needed, relying on her friends to do the work they couldn't. They do want Marcy to be happy and they do feel guilty for not being able to help her but their lack of patience always gets the best of them. Put simply, they just can't stand her no matter how much they try. They do a great effort to treat her nicely but every word that comes out of her mouth is immensely irritating to them. Actually, maybe they kinda just hate their daughter. They're really happy when, ten years after that whole mess, they hear she'll be moving back to LA with her friend Sasha. Hopefully she'll be happy there, and hopefully they'll get their lives back after 23 years of constant struggle and frustration.

[pandasleepy07]

Ghostober - Day 15 [Pebble]

"Darling, it's beautiful, thank you!"

WC: 755

The day Pebble’s summoning happened, crows gathered outside the Abbey, the sun shone a little brighter than normal, the garden was flourishing and the animals of the forest had been seen creeping closer to the Abbey as if sensing that they were getting a new friend. It was odd, this hadn’t happened with any of the other earth ghouls, not on their summoning days. It was brushed off by most of them, well everyone but Alpha, who had been around long enough to notice when shit wasn’t right.

They all gathered in the summoning room, leaning against the walls, and each other, some talking quietly as they waited for Terzo to arrive. Bets were placed on how tall and lanky this earth ghoul would be. Most earth ghouls were large and lean, it was practically a elemental trait at this point. So it was only normal for them to assume the new summon would be tall too, right?

Terzo appeared, and the summoning went off without a hitch, or at least it did until the ghouls spotted the tiny little earth ghoul that appeared in front of them. Jaws dropped, scoffs escaped, and looks were exchanged.

“Terzo, you’re not supposed to summon a child,” Alpha roars, taking a step forward.

Their papa can only raise his hands in a surrendering movement, opening his mouth to speak before the tiny earth ghouls speak up, “I’m not a child you cunt.”

Snickers are smothered by the other ghouls, hands over mouths, heads dipped down, bodies shifted away as Alpha’s head snaps to the side, his eyes widening a fraction in surprise before narrowing, “Ah fuck, it’s an evil gnome.”

“Ah fuck, a grumpy grandpa,” the small earth ghoul grumbles.

Delta steps in before Alpha can tear the small ghoul apart, shooting Alpha a glare before walking up the alter. He grabs a blanket and drapes it over the smaller ghoul’s shoulders. Terzo steps up, placing a hand on Alpha’s arm, a silent order to stand down before following Delta up to the alter where the small earth ghoul is blatantly ogling Delta. 

“What’s your name little one?” Terzo asks.

That pulls the ghoul out of his stupor. His gaze snaps to the Papa. “Uh- Pebble.”

Terzo smiles, “Hello, Papa. I’m Terzo. You’ve been summoned to assist me here on the mortal planes. Do you accept this role and vow to tether your soul to mine?”

Pebble nods, his gaze flickering between Alpha, Delta and Terzo. He can see the other ghouls behind the Papa but none of them have caught his attention like Alpha and Delta have. “I do,” Pebble whispers, his gave finally falling on Terzo’s face again.

It’s been a week since Pebble was summoned. A week full of ghoul piles and being squished between Delta and Alpha, or in Pebble’s world, a week of pure bliss. For Delta and Alpha, it’s been a week full of finding Pebbles quirks and ticks. One thing they found out was Pebble loved smooth and shiny things. They had gone out for a walk, and Pebble had spent an hour by the lake looking and collecting rocks. 

“Pebble, wake up,” Delta murmurs as Alpha walks into the den, a small bag full of pebbles and rocks that he knows Pebble will like in his hand.

“Mmmm?” Pebble groans, stirring slightly, only to roll over, and nuzzle closer to Delta. 

Alpha scoffs, “Course gnome here chases after you when I brought him a gift.”

“Alfie?” Pebble mumbles sleepily, a hand coming up to his face to rub sleep from his eye.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Alpha huffs, puffing out a breath of steam, something that happens when he’s annoyed or pissed off, or both. And with Pebble, it’s usually both.

Pebble just shoots the fire ghoul a small sleepy smile that melts the smallest bit of his grumpy exterior. “Whadda bring me?”

Alpha tosses the bag to the earth ghoul who rolls out of the way, too tired to catch it. Delta chuckles as Pebble shoots Alpha a sleepy glare before he reaches out and picks up the bag, slowly going through the stone, pebbles and rocks. A small slow smile spreads across his face as he pulls out a rock that has been broken open and holds a shimmery red stone inside. "Darling, it's beautiful, thank you!" Pebble whispers.

“It’s not much,” Alpha responds gruffly, brushing it off.

Pebble holds it up, “It’s the same colour your eyes glow when you use your powers.”

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

A/n: There is a short dialogue from @wrathofrats that inspired this piece, and I added it in

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 4

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: none

The Deal

A few days passed. That first night, you were pissed and hungry. You hadn't been lying about having that jarred food for dinner. It was hard to scrounge up food. It took a lot of time to gather enough for a decent meal, even longer to hunt something, and you had spent that valuable time patching up a stranger. Not to mention you had already stolen from Mini that week, so you would feel bad about trying that again. The next day you had set a few traps that would hopefully prove fruitful today.

Surprisingly, you hadn't come across your two friends in that time. Maybe they already got picked up. You thought that was unlikely. The thought was disheartening, though thinking about the way Captain Kid had gotten on your nerves so easily, maybe it was better that you waited another few years for the next chance to catch a ride. 

Across the island, Kid had been puking his guts out for the past few days after unknowingly eating several different poison fruits. He had taken Killer and found a small cave to shelter in. Killer had woken up enough to drink some water every now and again. Neither of them were fairing well. Kid would be damned if he was going to ask that feral woman for help, however. He was actually pretty pissed that the Victoria Punk had yet to show up. 

"What the fuck are those idiots doing? IT'S BEEN THREE GODDAMNED DAYS." He laid back next to Killer. "I swear I'm going to kill Wire. Damned navigator." 

Kid hadn't realized he drifted off to sleep, until he was woken by his growling stomach. His mouth watered at the smell of something cooking. No, he wasn't giving in. She was probably doing this on purpose. That witch. That woman wouldn't win. His iron will lasted about 20 minutes before he was growling and muttering curses under his breath. Kid threw his coat over his shoulders and grabbed Killer, stomping off in the direction of the smoke wafting up towards the gradually darkening sky. 

The brush around your small clearing started to rustle. "Mini? Have you forgiven me?" The hopeful look you threw in the direction of the snapping branches fell from your face when you saw a different kind of beast come into view. Glaring at Kid, your eyes slid to Killer, where they softened. It was a little concerning that he wasn't a bit more conscious yet. "What do you want?" You already knew the answer but you wanted him to say it. Kid was practically drooling as you bit into the drumstick of some kind of bird. "Mmmm," you wanted to torture him a little bit more. 

Kid lowered Killer to sit up against a tree before placing himself between you and the fire. The purple-blue dark circles under his eyes contrasted sharply with the amber shine within them. Even as he squatted down in front of you, you still had to look up at him. Hands with chipped scarlet nail polish rested on his knees. "You know... I can just take what I want." Heat radiated from him. 

You took another bite and he frowned at your lack of reaction. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're wrong. I didn't make it this far being weak." You turned your head pointedly to the left, letting the orange glow of the fire illuminate the scarred skin on your face. Turning back to him, you saw his slightly sunken eyes and the way his pale skin clung to the underlying musculature. "Water," you offered, holding your waterskin out to him. "Make sure he gets some." You nodded to Killer. 

Kid snatched it from you and greedily chugged the majority, more due to sheer thirst than his normal asshole behavior, before trying to get Killer to drink some. Thanks to the convenient rip in his jeans where the initial injury was, you could tell from where you were sitting that the wound on his leg was healing nicely. Probably just getting more dehydrated. If you had any real medical equipment, this would be an easy fix.

"So is someone coming for you?" Or will I have to babysit for a while longer. 

Kid threw back your empty skin. "They should have been here already. We weren't that far from here and they have my vivre card for fuck sake," he growled. 

You licked the grease from your fingers in what you were sure was a less-than-ladylike manner. Leaning toward the fire, you grabbed the spit that was holding the remainder of the cooked bird. You ripped off the other drumstick and chucked it behind you into the woods. Kid looked like he might run after it for a second and was about to yell, but you cut him off. "It's for Mini. Only fair since I... borrowed some food from her." What was left on the spit you held towards Kid, pulling it back when he reached for it. Before he could light you up with curses, you cut him off, "I know you're too prideful to ask and I'm not giving anything away for free. So how about a deal?"

Next

[buzzyb33]

Hey!! Could I please request a fic for Danny Aarons?! Nobody writes for him and they should because he is absolutely beautiful! Maybe where you’re also a YouTuber and friends with Danny and pretty much everyone in the uk YouTube scene and it’s the night of the sidemen 10 year party and he confesses he loves u. Thank u!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course!! This is a great idea and I love my boy Danny.

Prompt: in request.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, bit long, detail on reader appearance.

I sit at my desk as I record a Fortnite video with Danny, Simon and Josh.

I go through my locker as the three talk.

“Y/n hurry up and pick a fucking skin” Danny groans.

“Shut up Danny wait..” I respond in a distracted tone.

I scroll through my locker and settle on panda team leader.

I ready up and sip my water.

“Simon don’t take all my kills again either.” I shoot as I adjust my position.

Josh laughs and Danny speaks up before Simon.

“Wait- you two play together?” He asks a little confused to which Simon laughs.

“Thanks for watching my videos mate.”

-

Later on when playing I look at Josh’s skin and do the high five emote, Simon is still recording and he does the emote with me.

Josh laughs and pipes up “you coming to the party next week? I know you said you might but..”

“Hm? Oh yeah probably don’t wanna miss that- it’s important for you lot so-“

Danny cuts in quickly. “Can we go together y/n you don’t live too far away from me.” Simon hums in acknowledgement at Danny’s eagerness.

“Sure okay- I’ll message you, you can come mine and have some pre drinks with me.”

After that recording I did a few more on the same scenes to clear my schedule knowing how pissed I’ll get, recording a video with Deji just a simple TikTok reaction:

“Eugh- dej! That guy is so- mmmm- eww look.”

I say as beavo eating rice comes up.

“When I first saw him he actually made me physically gag at my phone- he’s rank.”

I say in a passionate tone and he laughs loudly.

“Would- you do the same content?” He cuts himself off from his laughs.

I chuckles and shake my head.

“Nah then I’d have to pay for an editor because I can’t watch myself do that..” I shake my head.

“Wait you edit all your own videos?” He says to me sincerely.

“And your other channels?”

“Yeah! I edit for my main, second and I mod my own social medias, while I pay Danny Aaron’s editor to do my twitch shit so- yeah,” I hum as I adjust my hair.

“Oh cool- Kay then.”

The next day when I was getting my clothes ready for the next day I got a FaceTime call from Danny, answering it wouldn’t be a problem, would help me pass the time.

I answer and smile into the phone, propping it upon my monitor as I logged around my room, AirPods in.

“Hey Danny!”

I call as I look for a dress.

“Hi- what you doing?” He responds, taking an inward breath.

“Pickin’ an outfit for tomorrow dunno to go for pink or white..” I let a ghost of a smile wonder on my lips as I shift through my many clothes.

“Pink- you look p- pinks a better colour especially in dresses, anyway.”

He says and I pop my head back into frame, my freckles dusting my face and light blue yes looking into the camera.

“Alright- yeah you’re probably right I’ll pick some stocking then we can talk, yeah?”

I pick a light pink play suit, white stockings and white flats, I put my outfit down and talk to Danny through it, after that I sat at my desk and spoke to him, a gentle tone in his voice which seemed to be only present around certain people.

“What’re you wearing Danny?”

I say after a couple minutes of silence on the call, my attention taken up by the sims.

“I dunno- cargos and a shirt. Yeah.”

-

The next day as I get out the shower, I put my clothes on and start on my makeup I get a knock on my door.

“Come in Danny! I’m in my room!”

I shout and I hear my door open and footsteps ascending toward my room.

He leaks his head round and gives me a cheesy grin.

“Hey y/n.”

He was in a crisp white shirt with a blue spray paint font smiley face at the back. He was in black cargos and to match his shirt, crisp white airforces.

“You look smart, Mr Aarons.” I smile and he smiles back, sitting in my bed.

“You look pretty, miss l/n.” He retorts, the grin not leaving his face.

We speak as I do my makeup, about videos, friends, family, us.

Mad I finish my makeup I order him to get the drinks from my kitchen as long as some glasses.

I smile as I face my chair toward the bed where he sits, pouring a vodka coke.

“You excited? I’m looking forward to it.”

I Say with a cheeky grin, leaning forward slightly and sipping it.

He smiles and nods.

I lean back and smile, flicking my light brown hair behind my shoulder.

“When should I call the Uber, n/n?”

“15 minutes let’s get the buzz.”

I grin at him.

Over the next 15 minutes, the two got laughs in, and Danny even getting a confidence boost.

In the taxi, Danny let his arm hand loosely across Y/ns shoulders.

Getting out the car and getting let into the party the two going their separate ways for a bit, the boys had rented a decent club in north London at a lot of people were there, A LOT.

Y/n went to go talk to george Clarkey and then Talia.

After mingling around she was getting tipsy and when in this state she got very giggly.

“H-hey-“ I turn around and find Danny’s eyes, his ones deep and hazy, clearly already intoxicated.

“Hi darlin’…” he murmured as his hands find my shoulders, his head falling slightly.

“Danny? You okay?” I say as I inch closer to him.

“Y/n- I just-“ he says and closes his eyes briefly.

“I think-“ he sighs

“I can’t help falling in love with you..”

I look at him and feel my face flush, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too..”

He smiles lazily and brings me into a passionate kiss, oddly coordinated from the intoxication.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps moving his lips with mine, meanwhile, Ethan goes up to josh and elbows him slightly.

“Never guess who I just saw tonguing it on?” He says with an almost proud look.

“What? Simon and Talia? Vikk and Ellie? Uh- Lannan and ilsa?” He replies sipping his drink and side eyeing Ethan for a confirmation.

“Nope- Danny Aarons himself and miss Y/n l/n”

Josh sputters and looks at Ethan “fuck off.”

-

The next morning where Danny had stayed at Y/ns their words weren’t forgotten, a simple but gentle feel to the air, a new found tensions, just bellow awkward.

Finally approaching him as he was getting ready to leave she spoke with reluctance.

“Do- did you mean what you said or- well, and did, or was it just the alcohol, Danny?”

With no hesitation he shook his head: “I meant it, every word, every kiss, I- do love you- if that’s okay?”

I smile and feel my face heat up again.

“That’s okay..”

A/n:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. CHRISTMAS AND THAT 😭🙏🏽

Finishing up a request then another zerkaa fic!!

Requests are open!!

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Look what you've done to me. Your own little sister. All I needed was a place to crash for a little while as I sort things out, find a job with my diploma. But no. You were always such a pervert. I mean, we shared a room together for how long? Then you went off to college and left all sorts of things. Even your old laptop. Gigs upon gigs of porn and Hentai. Softcore lezzie stuff all the way to super extreme, violent BDSM. The girls were almost always pregnant. There were so very many brother/sister incest videos... boy, I wonder why?

Then I get here and your place is so nice. You have a great career. Everything's going so well for you. I think maybe you left your old perversions behind and grew out of them. Like we could just coexist and not have this weird tension between us. That was just five months ago. What did you do? I found pills in your room. All kinds. As soon as I got here I started getting all fuzzy in the head, horny all the time. I stopped looking for a job just to masturbate all day long while you were at work... Mmmm.... Kind of like my husband!

And then, well, I got so horny it's like my brain broke. Of course I needed company. I started by kissing your shoulder, pressing my sex against you. You spun me around like a ragdoll and fucked me so good. We went for hours... You absolutely brutalized my poor body. Then again in the morning before you left. I drank your piss before you left and thanked you for it. I totally forgot I was looking for a job. I just.... can't help touching myself. Masturbating for hours as I look at porn mindlessly. Now I'm this big. Only, what? A bit over four months along? I'm this fucking big. How many fertility drugs did you pump me full of? I'm so big.... carrying your children. My big brother's children. It feels so hot to say. Can you imagine me at nine months, barely able to move on my own? Imprisoned here by the belly you gave me. Your perversions at last warping my body, making me yours. I guess this is what I am now. Your damsel. Your cum dumpster. Your future wife. Your little sister, forever."

[camisoledadparis]

story: Piss Pig new year's night

My hot new year's threeway

New year's night. I was with a 71 year old big cock daddy! He told me to get ass up face down, and spread my ass wide with my hands. So I did. His mate was infront of me wanting his small dick sucked. So used one hand to spread my ass and one to support myself up to get spit-roasted. He slowly pushed into me about 1/3rd of his dick and then thrust the rest in with force balls deep!

He nearly busted me! Three strokes of his big cock balls slapping my balls, and boom! I had an orgasm! I blew as my almost hard cock pulsated and throbbed! Big load all over the bed.

His mate held my head and jammed all into my tongue out sloppy spitty mouthed. Balls slapping my chin. His dick was small but tasty, unwashed! Like I like em.

He shot pretty soon, considering, I took him balls deep, sloppy wet, tongue out, looking at him with eye contact, moaning! Only a little load cause they were fucking before I got there and was empty! I absorbed his jizz, still getting balls deep by Daddy!

The slapping sounds got louder and wetter as my ass juices flowed. I repositioned and put my face into my big load on the bed, and started licking the bed sheets sucking it all up, while daddy, went gangbusters on my now open, sloppy Faggot hole, I looked back at daddy, covered in cum, licking my lips, and said" "Am I a good Faggot daddy" right there he moaned and yelled and started pumping his load into my ass! I said, "oh yeah, daddy, fill that Faggot hole, yeah daddy" he had a big orgasim, and slumped onto me and I slumped onto the wet bed! He almost fell asleep! One of those orgasims! The soul sucker!

I felt his dick soften and Start to slip out. So I said" it's gonna slip out, quick put it in my mouth. He got up, I turned and squatted, and he put his semi hard , cum and ass juice covered cock into my mouth, no hands I slurped gently, and licked up and down till he was not sensitive again. Then I sat him on the bed, told him to lift up his legs and relax! He did! I squatted again, and preceded to give him thick wide tongue lashes from ass to knob and down again! Cleaned his messy man bits groin like a kid eating a melting gelati. His cum dribbled out of my gaped hole cause I was squatting, so I used my hand to grab it as i finished him off! He asked me to squat over him and squeeze!

I did what daddy asked. A few wet squelches and a few drips and it was over! My sphincter slowly closed, my ass throbbed, my face and mouth and body slowly absorbed the stink and I lay back and lit a cigarette. HAPPY NEW YEAR BOYS! All I need his mate was spent. Daddy was almost asleep, I was high on shard and DADDY dick, so I got up, and said, im going into the back yard, and ill be there mouth open until daddy needs to piss! Lol

Suddenly daddy got energy, so too his mate, and we went out back , I squatted, mouth opened, tongue out, drooling saliva, and both of them were pushing to piss in the moment. Cause a piss Faggot Pig, was looking up mouth open needing degradation!

I kept on degrading myself verbally while I waited. " Mmm what a dirty pig Faggot I am," and " mmm, come on guys, finish the faggot off" lol I'm so Verbal! They both stood there trying to piss, and pulling their cocks! So I spat on both their cocks and up into the air into my face, like a pig, and daddy said, "yeah it's coming" " here Faggot, take daddies hot piss". I said YES DADDY!"

I opened and out tongue out and he started slowly pissing but dribbling, so I moved and lapped it flicking my tongue like a dog drinking from a tap! Lol. He built up pressure and I just took it into my mouth! Overflowing it onto myself then swallowing the next fill! Pulling my ROCK HARD DICK, and saying, "mmmm thank you daddy" " please spit on me, please".

He spat and I then put my mouth on his cock while the last flow started to wane. He grabbed my head and thrusting it all into my mouth getting harder again! His mate then fired up! I swapped to him and put his whole cock into my mouth, as he started to piss. I opened wide, started tonguing his nuts, while his little dick pissed into my mouth running out all over me!

They both starred spitting in my face on my head, and degrading me verbally! "YOU DIRTY FILTHY FAGGOT CUNT" "FUCKING PIG" the more they spat and abused the more I got excited! My dick was full raging, throbbing and pulsating! They piss stopped but I didn't! I then sucked daddy tongue out as he held my head and I had his knob blocking my airway! I reached and gagged. But he held on hard, making me pull out hard to breathe, and I brought up hot piss as I coughed! Daddy said, "YEAH", his mate said " YEAH" and I said " YEAH" as I got oxygen in! Then his mate grabbed my head. He was now hard again! Power fucking my head then pushing me back forcefully saying, " Fucking faggot" and spitting in my face! Daddy got hold of my neck and walked me to the outdoor lounge! I lay back, head off couch, upside down, and daddy squatted down and thrust fucked my throat !

I struggled to cope, his 9 inch was full mast. I kept on gagging, and slobbering and vomiting the fresh piss and trying to breath! Daddy was gonna fuck this Faggot pig nasty now. Slamming down and holding down until I nearly passed out and to breath. The verbal was full on. " Faggot, pig, whore, cunt, " the spit was flowing, and I was struggling but lovin' the degradation, and aggressive energy! I was under dick attack then daddy moaned and moaned and pushed down, and screamed full voice," Ohhhhhh you fucking Faggot!" and with all his weight down my throat, his hands holding my feet down, his mate grabbed my arms, and held them back tight. I was like a star fish. Pinned unable to move , his cock Rick hard half way down my throat, weight

Pinning my neck bent back , he unloaded into my THROAT! I felt his pulsating dick, unloading and I started going " gruuuh, gruuuh, gruuuh" trying to breath as my throat tried to regurgitate, but couldn't cause I had 9 inch pumper, blocking it. It was past my Adams apple. Never had a dick that deep. I throat my 8 inch dildo all the way and that's maximum. So I thought. Well the neck muscles are powerful, and I had just enough to pull side ways and out! Instantly I regurgitated, his load, his piss, his mates piss and cum, my ass juices, my saliva, and my stomach lining like a proper vomit! Extreme and not pleasurable in those few moments. I coughed, and my eyes watered, blurred, and I was FUCKED UP! That was it! They let go, I started to recover, and reboot! The vomit was bad but lasted 10. second or so. But everything before that was fucking amazing! As I sat there covered in piss, spit and slobber, blurry eyed, and throat killing me, I looked at them both smiling, and I said, " NOW THAT'S HOW TO FUCK A FAGGOT UP!". LOL. We all started laughing! I said, THANK you DADDY! I swear my throat was sore like I had tonsilitis!

For over a week tender, and 19 days in, still tender! Fucking loved it! SUBSERVIENT, submissive, slave but who was in control? I made it all happen. I went, I serviced, I surrendered, I lead, and even when I was pinned , arms and feet held, cock blocking my breath, it was cause I surrendered! law of attraction applies! Careful what you wish for, cause and affect, all in there, and in control in truth, but I'll claim it as mine! I made it happen!

Now xx that's how to fuck a dirty filthy Faggot! Lol

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[itsdappleagain]

tis time for the need for speed caper!

notes under the cut as always

if you saw my boston tea party caper post you will already know that this is not my favorite episode. potentially one of my least favorites in the season. still has some fantastic moments though, and I'm excited anyway!

cool foreshadowing for next ep with neal. bellum likes him

THE WAY BRUNT'S FACE LIGHTS UP WHEN MECH WALKS IN

these bitches really ARE gay

THE SIGHS AND FORCED POLITE GREETINGS ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY

i love how snarly they animate mech's face. her lip is curled or her nose is wrinkled

poor mechanic. so british it hurts a little bit

a choice of playdates 😭

cs: you can work remotely from my latop! the season being released in 2019: 👁️👄👁️

god why do they always make carmen's hottest and most showstopping outfits only get like a minute of screentime

the complete 180 from barfing at fish to proclaiming his love for a vile operative. fantastic

also mmmmmmmmmmmmmm the driver is a fantastic character. she's set up just enough w/ the green outfit and the mechanic letting us know that there's an operative already in dubai. plus she's milking trey without anyone suspecting a thing. she's so cool. imagine having to play dumb about your specialty for this arrogant little white boy

anyway trey sterlings little earrings

bonus points for how the driver only smiles when trey is looking at her

im a duke and ivy's a rocket scientist wheeze

god that cape on carmen is everything

who voices sterling sterling

okay 1. daddy sterling 2. ITS MR GROUPER FROM BUBBLE GUPPIES JIDSHH. he's been in a ton of shit. soggy joe from amphibia, benzo in arcane, phineas and ferb and a lot of stuff as the amazing hulk. i wonder why they had him do the role GOOD LORD THIS GUY HAS BEEN IN A LOT OF STUFF

so has trey's va

and then the driver throws herself on trey as soon as she confirms that he's the one driving its so good

love how trey uses the wrong names just to be a dick

not entirely sure why zack and ivy went to the party at all when they could have just gone with carmen but whatever

ah, the part of the episode which makes me hate it. zack acting like a homicidal toddler

carmen and the fastest change of clothes in the world

i love how ivy is just glaring at him the whole time

my favorite part about cs being a kid's show is that when characters get arrested the cops just stand there really menacingly because they can't point guns at anyone who isn't dexter wolfe

i love the next few episodes of player and shadowsan bonding/gaining trust with each other tho

i love when carmen gets pissed off about stuff

i also like seeing how on edge she is- flattening herself against the wall on the roof when a car goes by and stuff because she's trying to figure out how she's going to get them out of jail

i love her

HAHA okay i do love to see carmen yell at them because its SO emotive and GOOD but also IVY DID NOTHING WRONG SHE GETS THE SHORT END OF THE STICK

what was possibly worth risking your necks and mine and giving VILE a chance to win RNGRH its such a good line to show carmen's mentality. we see it in stockholm a little too with how she would almost literally rather die than let VILE win

how do they get home

mmmm this show is awesome with the setup for the driver

why would zack and ivy be knocking on his door if they knew he was supposed to be driving the car btw

man this show really tried to go for more refined themes in the depths of the episode. its implied that the driver seduced trey in his trailer and then stole all of his shit once he was undressed but obviously they can't do anything else with it but imply

NO WAY DID THAT CAR STOP THAT FAST BJSDJDGJH

i love how mad carmen is about literally everything in this episode she just snarls about things

PLS THEY JUST STOLE SOME MORE SCHMUCKS CAR

the motorcycle driving animation is so slick though

the driver is underrated actually im realizing

HAHAHA CARMEN'S ANNOYED LITTLE LOOK

i LOVE the animation of the car speeding up to rocket mode its so cool

you can hear the tires squeal every time carmen/the sibs turn their vehicles around

carmen sandiego tragically dies in a 60 mile per hour head on collision atop a parking garage

"whats she going to do, give us both a piggyback ride?" carmen five seconds later:

split up gang! lets look for clues

GIGANTIC AUTOPILOT BUTTON <3

carmen's hips. thank god for this shot

also i love the implication that carmen was just dramatically positioning herself against the wall and waiting for the driver to turn around

i love this fight scene with carmen and the driver btw its good. they are pretty evenly matched

uhhh...where in time is carmen sandiego?

i also love the driver v carmen fight because they are like. clawing at each other. just brawling

those are the fighting moves of a bitch who has been mad ALLLL day and needs to take it out on someone

ivy constantly being terrified of zack's driving because she's seen him flip the car completely upside down before is my favorite

SEEN SOME SHIT

asami is that you

boston tea party and need for speed are truly a two part episode

i love frames of carmen jumping off things before she deploys her glider

she's literally so hot. also her forearm is disconnected from her elbow

THE GLARE DADDY STERLING GIVES HIM SHDGSDS

who still talked to carmen about a headquarters after she screamed "WE'LL CONTINUE TO DO SO WITHOUT A HEADQUARTERS" into the phone and then hung up in a fit of rage because i wouldnt have

yeah they tried to fake us out didn't they

we got to see that workshop in s4 when carmen was brainwashed..

THE FLIGHT TIME FROM SAN DIEGO TO MOSCOW IS 21 HOURS NO WAY DID THEY MAKE IT IF IT WAS HAPPENING TOMORROW MSGDJKDGJDS

I KNOW A PLACE i love shadowsan

alright theres need for speed. im going to try to crunch out crackle goes kiwi maybe tonight but we'll see how it goes lol

[mariesid]

Let me teach you a lesson

Endeavour x oc

Warning: smut, minors dni, nsfw, brat taiming, breath play, spanking, degrading, Dacryphilia, humiliation

Oc: phionex

Phionex is my OC and can be found in my search bar

She liked him, she wasnt afraid to admit. Today she was able to enter his workplace to deliver some food. Endeavor walked by as she was was working. Phoenix couldn't help staring. He had such a plump butt. "He just got a,divorce," the hero whispered, "go shoot your shot." "That's unprofessional," she sighed. "Eat your sandwich." The hero bit their sandwich before grabbed her and put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The hero walked into endeavors office, plopped her down and ran out while yelling, "she likes you." Phoenix tried leaving but the door wouldn't budge. She could feel endevours icy eyes on her. Slowly she turned around blushing bright red, "s-sooooo. . . ." "Why are you in my office," he growled. "Why won't your door open," she snapped back. "You didn't just see your friend throw me in here!? Huh!? Huh!?" His icy glare makes her stop in her tracks. He slowly gets up and manages to open the damn door. Phoenix huffs looking out, "well I clearly loosened it." Before she could walk out he grabbed the back of her shirt and slammed the door once he pulled her back in. "What is your problem," endeavor had her pinned with her back to the wall. For once in her life she was stunned, she couldn't even look at him. He grabbed her face so she was staring at him, "speak." Phoenix smirked glaring back at him. She knew she had already pissed him off . . . Why not put him on his toes. Obviously she couldn't put him against the wall . . . There were other options. "My problem is," she slap his hand off her, "you don't listen." She started talking to him like he was a preschool child, "we use our listening ears when an adult is talking." She could tell she was getting at his last nerve. "You have some balls on you kid," he scoffed. "did no one teach you the difference between a man and a woman," Phoenix looked at him with the fakest pity she could muster. "I am a woman." "Your really pissing me off." She give him a smirk, "what're you going to do about it?" He paused, poor thing, he seemed to think about it. "Any day now," she sigh taking your bra off from under her shirt. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" Endeavor seemed shocked. "Either fuck me or let me leave. My time is important." Phoenix stared impatiently at him, "you are really pretty aren't you?" That snapped him out of it. He grabbed the back of her shirt and practically flung her against his desk. "Clearly you need someone to fuck that nasty attitude out of you." "What makes you think your man enough to do that," she tried to get up from leaning on the desk. His hand grabbed the back of her neck keeping her leaned over. With his free hand he slapped her butt hard. She breathed in feeling her knees buckle. SLAP! "Count for me," he growled in her ear. SLAP! "T-three," she gritted her teeth. SLAP! "Four." Her core was heating up. Phoenix sighed a little relieved as she felt her skirt and undies being removed. "You little slut." Her shirt was ripped from her body. The scars on her back shown but at this point she didn't care. "I'm not going to bother undressing your not worth it." Her heat started dripping down her thigh. She felt his tip rub up and down your clit. "Mmmm," she half moaned. He slammed himself into her. She felt her walls stretch and she'd admit it hurt as he started pumping. A scream came from the depths of her soul as he found a delicious rhythm. His body pressed against hers. One hand grabbing her neck the other holding her hip. Tears formed in her eyes. "Your so fucking tight," he grunted. She got light headed as her walls clenched around him. With one last grunt he came inside her. Phoenix came shortly after thinking that's why he didn't stop. "O no I'm nowhere near done with you, by the time I'm satisfied you'll need a wheel chair."

[thirstdrafts]

Most of the time I think Crosshair would be Dominant in the bedroom, but this power struggle lemon has me thinking... 😳

Here, have some foreplay

***This is intended for 18+ ONLY. If you are not at least 18 you are not tall enough for this ride. GTFO and drink a Snapple or something.

BadBatch belongs to Disney and I in no way, shape or form take credit for these characters. The only thing I own is this small work of fan fiction. My fan fiction may be shared so long as it is credited and linked back to me (if possible).

The gang left the Marauder to go to the nearest town, but you had been too preoccupied to go. And by preoccupied, you meant sexually frustrated. They didn't have to know that, though.

Making sure to look busy at the front of the ship, you counted to ten minutes in your head. Promising your self that if ten went by, you could consider yourself safe from the boys stopping back because they forgot something.

After the longest ten minutes of your life, you let out a sigh. About damn time. You'd been on this ship longer than intended and with it being crowded beyond typical capacity you didn't have the privacy to relieve yourself.

Perhaps you threw yourself from the chair and stalked down the ship faster than you thought, because you were taken off guard and thrown against the wall. Lips pressed against yours firmly. Opening your eyes only when the person pulled back.

Crosshair. The tension between the two of you had been thick. Thick enough to confuse you about the kiss. The last few days you were certain you might kill each other, but here he was rubbing his hands down your arms and to your waist.

"Crosshair? What are you doing?" No lie, him being forward was a turn on. There was always something dark and sexy about him, but he never indicated liking anything about you. As a matter of fact, he made snide comments about your lack of talent with a blaster and how loud and obnoxious you were. "Seriously." His silence was getting to you.

"Taking advantage of the guys being gone."

"To what? Force a kiss on me?" You acted offended, but you wanted more.

"Mmmm. I see the way you look at me."

"And how is that?" Maybe testing him was a bit much, but damn was it fun.

"With want."

"I think you're full of it." Cocky little bastard.

"Oh? So everytime your bite your lip when I enter a room, I've been imagining it? Or what about the times I come back to the ship and you're staring at me way too long to be normal."

"What the actual fuck?" You said it louder than you meant, causing Crosshair to step back, alarmed.

"Did... I make a wrong accusation ?" The pitch in his voice showed that he was unsure and a tad insulted. It made you blush.

"No... I mean. I... I'm not even within your line of sight when you come back and I'm cleaning off the ship. I'm so in the distance..."

"Yeah, you seem to forget I have acute and accurate vision."

"I call bullshit. You can scope out things in the distance, but you can't see that far."

"I can see a lot better than you. You can barely use a blaster when a person is three feet in front of you."

This was enough. Crossing your arms, you found yourself pouting. "Was there a point to any of this?"

"Yes. I know you've been eyeing me up. With how hard you stare at me you either want to play with me or kill me. So which is it? Do you want to kill me?"

"No! I should though, the way you speak to me sometimes. Besides, if I am so bad with a gun why do you like me?"

"I never said I like you."

Now he was just pissing you off. He was so weird. One moment he was flirting with you and exuding sex appeal and the next he reverted to his callous self. "Cool. Go fuck yourself then. I don't have time for this. I'm not gonna beg you to like me and I sure as shit am not going to be some quick romp with you."

Crosshair pinned you back as soon as you went to walk away, raking your body up and down. "I also never said I didn't like you."

"Why must you be frustrating?"

"Do you like me?"

Your eyes went wide and then squinted in a glare shortly after. "If you need a damn ego boost, I don't give those out for free."

"Do you like me? Answer it and I will answer your question."

"Which question?" Hadn't you asked him a series of questions at this point?

"The one you asked."

Geez he was an aragant asshole. You weren't going to leave until you finished the conversation. That much you were sure of. As much as you wanted to tell him no. That he was the most irritating, cold member of the group... You couldn't bring yourself to lie.

"Yes. I fucking like you. I don't know why sometimes."

Crosshair leaned in, putting his lips on your neck and leaving kisses until he reached your ear. "Well, I like you very much."

You shivered. This dude had mood swings, but you were feeling the ride. "Still don't get how you could like someone you literally called "incompetent with a gun" when you're literally a sharp shooter."

His gruff chuckle against your skin reminded you that your pussy was already overstimulated and you were fully clothed. Now you were melting for him. "Gives me something to teach you. And a reason to get very, very close."

That was it. You were ready for him to take you there and then. But you had to keep composure. Had to give back the energy he was giving. If he wanted to act like a punk for days and then smooth talk his way into your pants, he would have to work for it. He started rubbing himself against you, but you put your hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down.

"Nope. If you want me, you're gonna have to earn it. Get on your knees and make me want you more."

The daring look in his eyes made you smirk. "And what makes you think-"

"Nope." You cut him off. "Remember. Good soldiers follow orders." He couldn’t help grinning, slowly sinking to the floor in front of you, you knew he would put in the work. And then most probably make you pay for it after. You really hoped the boys stayed gone for a while.

[brw]

Sue/Crystal for the spooky movies

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Mmmm I think Sue enjoys to watch one every once in a while but I can see Crystal forming a weird obsession with them despite almost pissing herself every single time a jumpscare happens.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Historically Sue, but I imagine after Franklin and Val some of the joy got a little bit sucked out because there's so much to prep with costumes and buying candy and setting up the house for spooky times and she generally doesn't mind it but she's often doing the bulk of the work, but after Crystal gets super excited and into This Fun Earth Tradition she kind of rediscovers some joy for it :)

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Crystal would literally let everyone fucking die on the moon and just watch like damn. yikes. But the moment that shit reaches Attilan she is fucked along with everyone else, so ultimately I think Sue, who like is the last surviving member of her family and is battle hardened and is surviving but not living etc.

Which one would literally kill for the other: Crystal, Sue would also but I think Crystal generally is quicker to kill a bitch for the newest person she's obsessed with while Sue will repress that urge until it comes forward all at once. She is very willing to kill under certain circumstances tho.

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: They both will try to scare each other but Sue is MUCH better at it by being quiet and invisible while Crystal cannot stop audibly giggling right before she jumps out from behind the door to spook her.

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Crystal obnoxiously snuggling into her girlfriends chest at any given opportunity

Which one always puts on a brave face: Sue moreso, being the leading lady of the most iconic super hero team etc etc has to put on a brave face, while Crystal certainly tries but I do think ultimately Crystal has never learned to mask her emotions or ignore them

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Sue. I needn't explain.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: Crystal, she's Royalty, you expect her to care about human laws? It's very stressful for Sue seeing her GF almost get arrested for immediately trying to assault a guy that looked her in the eyes too long.

Which one believes in ghosts: Hmm, Sue I think. She knows weird shit exists in her line of work and she's not going to discount ghosts either. I don't know if Attilan has a strong ghost culture but maybe it does.

Which one likes to watch spooky show on television: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm probably Sue if only because I think she's watching more television in her downtime than Crystal, who's out I dunno trying as many boba tea flavours as she can and throwing up later from drinking like 12.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Crystal because she thinks it sounds fun, Sue thinks it's a ridiculous idea but will go along with it and maybe purposeful move stuff to scare the shit out of Crys

Which one has nightmares more often: Mmf.... probably Sue, but I think they emotionally effect Crystal more, like I think Sue can calm herself down more and remind herself of her power and her growth while Crystal will I dunno, dream of all the people in Attilan that seemingly regularly commit suicide by throwing themselves off balconies or of Luna getting hurt and really struggle to calm down.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Crystal, Sue would start playing tricks but then they would both see some Actual Freaky Paranormal Shit and would freak out and leave.

Scary OTP Meme

[johnny-coxville]

How about a smutty one where the reader works on set and everyone on set is talking about how hot she is and it makes johnny jealous so he takes her into his trailer and makes sure they all know she's his??

I took some creative liberty with this, and threw in a little extra. A long fic for you guys this time.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Bite me

Today was a huge day for Johnny. It was a extremely hot day, and he was doing one his most wicked stunts. The Anaconda Ball Pit. All of the guys showed up. Some to watch, and others to hop right in with him. 

Considering it was so hot today, you decided on a cooler outfit. A simple white tank, and a pair of black shorts. Accompanied by a old pair of Johnny's Converse, that were just a bit too big on you.

 You decided on fishnets with your outfit, just because you liked the way Johnny would peer in your direction. Slipping them over your legs before tying your matted laces. 

Johnny hadn't even seen your outfit until you were on set. Shooting you a smug smile. He was already in his odd outfit. His aviators accompanied his sailors hat and rainbow colored suspenders. 

The guys were huddled around chit chatting before approaching Manny to start the stunt. Steve-o approached you, immediately looking you up and down. He whistled, followed with his signature goofy laugh. "Damn! Johnny's a real lucky lad. Might have to share a piece with me." He said looking to grab Chris. 

You blushed. "Stop it Stephen." You giggled. Steve-o grabbed Pontius's shoulder. Whispering something into his ear and snickering. Chris smiled looking you up and down. He nodded his head whispering something back to Steve-o. 

Johnny walked over, startling you by dropping his heads on your shoulders. "What are you guys doing over here. Hm?" He said looking at Steve-o and Chris with a sneer. The guys had followed Johnny over. Waiting for the stunt to start. Chris and Steve-o just giggled. 

Bam chipped in. "Come the hell on. Hand her the camera and let's get this shit over with." Bam turned to the gear, looking through it for your labeled camera. 

Knoxville's fingers dug into the back of your shoulders. He leaned into your ear whispering to you. "What were you three talking about?" He said in a sweet tone. You froze up a little bit. 

Johnny was always the type to be extremely protective of you. Knowing how the guys were, they would constantly flirt with you. Sometimes to just plain piss Johnny off. 

"They were complimenting my outfit. That's all." You said in a whisper. "Mmmm.. the outfit you wore for me? For my eyes to tear apart?" He said letting go of your shoulders. You didn't get the chance to squeak out a response. 

Bam shoved the camera into your arms, they were nearly prepared for the shooting. He shot you a smile, as Johnny glared at you. Bam whispering something you couldn't entirely makeout, but Johnny didn't look the most happy. 

You strapped your camera around and headed towards the ball pit. Standing right next to Erehen and Dave. Two of the most respectable guys you knew. Johnny eyed your every movement at that point. Not looking directly at you, but throwing side glances. Speaking to Manny about the danger of the stunt. 

Dave gave you a nudge and smiled. "You look really really pretty today. I promise I don't mean that in a creepy way either." He chuckled. Erehen chimed in with the same energetic smile. "I agree! Johnny's Converse really fit you well too. You look beautiful." He said resting his hand on your shoulder a moment. You smiled wide with a small laugh. "You guys are sweethearts." You said only to catch Johnny's stern gaze. You smiled at him, though he kept his straight forward expression. 

Steve-o had come back to you guys, of course adding in a few last words before he was shoed from the scene. "Nah. She's fucking gorgeous. Real fuckable face and ass. Man I could just-" Before Steve-o could finish his graphic detailing, Tremaine grabbed his shoulders. 

"Enough Steve-o. You're not even part of this bit. So you can step back unless you're filming." He said walking him off. You sighed. Adjusting yourself to get ready to film. Dave and Erehen just standing to be in the peanut gallery. 

Once the bit started you filmed. Watching the gruesome sight unfold. You cringed as you watched your boyfriend's wrist receive a wicked bite. Immediately after the cameras quit filming, he ran off set for a medic. 

You sat your camera back down, running after him. He didn't want his arms cleaned, just getting the wound cleaned. Guessing it was some kind of war badge he'd brag about at the bar. Wrapping the bite throughly tight. The blood dried onto his arms, having dripped down all the way to his shirt. 

Once he left the medic tent his eyes caught yours. You ran up to him of course, throwing a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you. Staining the back of your shirt with the last bit of undried blood. He let go of you, stepping a foot back. "So. Do you just let every guy you see fuck you with their eyes?" He said crossing his arms. 

You gave a puzzled look. "PJ what are you talking about." You said crossing your arms aswell. He always got jealous over the guys, and they usually knew it. Steve-o on the other hand just had a tendency of being a dog. 

"I'm talking about you not swatting away the guys! They've been talking about you all day. Teasing me. Then I see you smiling it up while they praise you?" He said cocking an eyebrow. You shifted on your foot. Giving a frown. 

"They're just being nice Johnny. Stop it. You know I only dress like this for you." You said with half a smile. You knew he wasn't genuinely angry with you. Though he did get jealous. And when he got jealous, he only had one way to prove his point. 

"Mmm..." He nodded his head. Arms still folded. "Do you want them to watch you get fucking marked by me then? Do you want them to watch me destroy your begging pussy with my tongue?" He said leaning in closer to you. 

Your stomach dropped. A complete switch in mood. "No.." You said softly. Turning away from him. "Johnny I'm going in the trailer, it's really hot out." You said walking towards the farther back of the lot. Spotting out his trailer. 

You knew what you were doing by now. Setting yourself up to be pleasured by him. Playing stupid to ultimately get your way. He followed close behind you. 

You opened the trailer door, pretending he isn't behind you, acting startled when he grabs a hold of it. Following you through the door. 

Once you were inside he immediately grabbed your waist. Pulling your back against him. His grip bruising your sides. He leaned into your ear. Just breathing his hot breath. "You're mine. Not theirs. You're going to show them who owns you. The man who makes your legs shake.." He said biting into the side of your neck. 

You let out a sudden moan. His teeth grinding into your neck. He moved his lips around your throat. Sucking spots into you. Making sure each one was aggressive and harder then the next. He wanted sloppy markings littered all over you.  

You squirmed under his touch. Trying to break free from his tight hold, though he only held you closer. His love marks hurt. Though brought an odd type of pleasure your way. 

One he was finished with your neck, he pulled his face back. Not letting go of you, but looking down at you. You looked up at him. Still sporting his glasses and hat. You removed his aviators with your free hand, and folded them. Sliding them onto the collar of his shirt. 

He didn't give a reaction. Just keeping his eyes locked with yours. "Go on. Sit down. I'm not done with you." He said letting go of his death tight grip. You sighed. Chills running down your body. 

"Any part of your pretty little body they look at, is going to me covered by me." He said bending down to the couch. He was on his knee's in front of you. Prying your semi clothed legs apart. "The door isn't locked either. Let's hope no one comes in and see's your pathetic little face." 

He said running his hands up and down your thighs. His hands dipping into your inner thighs. He grabbed at the waist of your shorts. Undoing the button and tugging the zipper. You lifted yourself, and he tugged your shorts off. 

Exposing the fact that you chose to wear no underwear beneath, just your fishnets. He smirked. Pulling your shorts from off of your shoes. He kept them on, spreading your legs once more. 

Making bigger holes in your nets, he bit on your inner thighs. Sucking at your soft meat. You kept a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise. Though that aggravated him. Bring his hand up from your thigh, he grabbed your wrist. 

"Don't be afraid to make noise. I want to hear how much you really love me. How good I make you feel." He said continuing to give small kisses. Closer and closer to your throbbing core. Biting marks into your sensitive flesh. The marks on your neck already beginning to show color. 

Your mouth let out small desperate noises as he inched closer. Finally he was at your core. His face just a few inches away. His breath was warm against you. Sending shivers throughout your body. 

He spread your legs as wide as possible. Pulling you lower in the process. Your back slumped on the couch. His fingers reached down to your center. Using two of them to rip the net. He ripped a sizeable hole. 

Big enough to reach your begging center.  Admittedly you were a little pissed. These were your favorite fishnets and now they were torn. Though that didn't matter all too much. Johnny's face was dipped in-between your legs.

Hot breath beckoning your hips to jolt forward. Though you waited in anticipation. His tongue finding your clit his lips attached. Sucking and flicking his tongue. 

You were immediately overun with pleasure. Squirming under his fast touch. His hands holding your thighs down. Pressing you into the couch. He held you back from moving under his touch. Pulling his lips off. He flicked his tongue around your entire pussy. 

Changing his pace every now and then. Then switching to just giving you striped licks. Your hands tugged at his hair. Attempting to suppress your moans. He chuckled beneath you. Enjoying every moment he could taste you.  

Your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm creep closer. "Johnnnyyy. Please! I'm so close." You begged out. His tongue slid around. Stopping entirely. You gasped from the sudden loss of motion. Opening your eyes. 

Your eyes opening only to see the sinister grin of Johnny's face. Letting go of his hair you frowned. Displaying a confused look. "Do you think you deserve to cum on my tongue sweetheart?" He said getting off his knees. He wiped away the slick on his face. Dipping his fingers into his mouth. 

"I'm still mad at you. The way they look at you in that slutty little outfit? You just let them stare." He said in a questioning tone. 

You shook your head no, but this wouldn't satisfy him. "Come on now. Get up. I want you bent over my knee." He said with a beckoning finger. 

You slowly got up, your legs having a hard time keeping you up. Still completely feeling the effects of him. With that, he switched places with you. Sitting down and spreading apart his legs. 

You turned on your heal. Reluctantly laying across his two knee's. He groaned as you got into position. Rubbing at your ass cheeks. 

You lifted your ass, arching your back a small bit. "How many of the guys flirted with you. Hm?" He said giving you a hard smack. The pain ringing through your ass. "Steve-o.." He pulled back and slapped you again. Harder this time. 

You let out a squeak. "Shh shh shh.. You let this happen sweetie. Chriss.." He let out with a smile. Your ass stung, ringing through your entire body. Though it felt amazing. 

He smacked twice consecutively now. The hardest he had. You let out a cry and he rubbed your printed ass. "Dave and Erehen. Is there anyone else I don't know about?" He said with a small chuckle. "No Johnny.." You said trying to wriggle out of the position. 

He didn't grab at you, letting your sore body free. He sat content with what he had done to your ass. He stood up himself and removed his sailor hat. Removing the glasses tucked into his shirt, and pulling his shirt over his head. 

A few knocks came from outside, Johnny's head perking up. He shot a look at you, then back at the door. 

"Who is it?" Johnny called out. Normally he would've stayed silently. Though he had some other unexpected plans to unfold. 

"It's Chris! We weren't sure where you went." He said through the door. Steve-o chimed in presumably next to him. "Yeah dude! That snake bite was fucking gnarly." He said louder then Chris. 

Johnny looked over to you and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that!" You whispered over to him. He shifted his eyes away, back towards the door. 

"How about you two come in here." He said opening the trailer door. You immediately got into the corner to try and hide your naked bottom half. 

They obliged and entered the trailer. "No, no, no. Come here sweetheart." Johnny said stepping away for a moment. 

Both the guys had confused expressions. Unsure to why Johnny invited them in, and why he was shirtless. Assuming he was going to play some sick prank on the both. Johnny grabbed at you in the corner. Whispering in your ear. "You're going to show them how much of a slut you are for me. I'm going to fuck you, and they're going to watch." He said, two hands firmly on your shoulders. 

Your face went cold, but the heat in your body spiked. Was he really going to do this? No doubt. 

You stepped out, practically being dragged. Chris and Steve-o both starring. Mouth agape. Your fishnets did zero justice in covering any part of your body. 

They stood speechless a moment, before Johnny spoke up. "How about you guys stay awhile? She wanted some company while she gets her pussy fucked." He said beginning to undo his belt. 

They eyed the markings on your body carefully. Knowing Johnny meant business. Chris was silent. A bit unsure of what to do. "Don't worry guys. Her pussy is mine, but feel free to shoot your loads onto her. She knows who she belongs to." 

He said dropping his pants to his ankles. Steve-o immediately took up on the offer. Giving himself a quick rub through his pants. You didn't object the situation, admittedly extremely turned on by the ordeal. 

You pulled your tank off, exposing the upper half of your body. Your breasts free from the scratchy material of your tank top. 

You stood awkwardly in just your nets, basically entirely naked. Once Johnny was completely naked, he sat on his couch once more. Patting his thighs to get you on. 

It wasn't the most comfortable position. But you straddled his thighs. Your back facing towards him. You saddled him reverse cowgirl. You hovered over his length. 

He slowly guided himself inside the makeshift hole in your fishnets. You lowered yourself as much as you could to take him entirely. His cock completely inside of you. Resting a moment. It slid in easily due to the pooling wetness you had created. 

Once you were adjusted, you jerked your hips a small bit. Admitting a small laugh from Knoxville's chest. He let out a small low grown before he grabbed at your hips. Bouncing you slowly up and down. 

Chris watched intently as he stood. Stroking himself through his camo shorts. His imprint extremely visible due to his size. You weren't sure how long you would last like this. Between the feeling of his cock and two of your closest friends watching you get fucked. Johnny's rythem was deep and slow. Torturing you with his body. He whispered soft things into your ear as you did your best to look away from the two men. Feeling shameful everytime you saw them. 

"You're such a little fucking whore. You're going to take all three of our loads and then cum all over my dick?" He said massaging your waist as the two of you rocked eachother. 

Steve-o had completely taken himself out of his pants, a fist full of his length in hand. Slowly jerking himself. He watched with a smile. Knowing exactly where he wanted to shoot himself. 

Chris had pulled himself down to his boxers. Still just groping himself through the fabric. Johnny's hands reached from your waist to your breasts. 

Picking up his pace a bit he was sloppy. Not holding you in place. Instead squeezing and kneading at your bouncing breasts. 

Steve-o stepped a small bit closer. Chris getting in closer aswell. Chris pulling his length out of his boxers.

Johnny moved his hands back to your hips. Driving you down hard on his cock. Rough bounces at a high speed. He groaned, as you begged him to fuck you. 

"I knew you would enjoy this you fucking whore. I'm going to fuck you until you know who owns your pretty little body." He said shifting his position just slightly. His cock hitting a entire new area. 

Your pleasure was spiked, and you let out a struggled moan. By now both Steve-o and Chris were working at themselves. Watching your used body. You could feel yourself coming undone. Johnny relentlessly slamming into you. His groans turning into guteral growls. 

Steve-o was the first to go, letting out a small groan and leaking out his load. Johnny chuckled. You could pay no attention, you were only focus on the insane pleasure your boyfriend brought you. 

It was nearly too much to handle. His noises fueling you. As you began to twitch and convulse around him, Chris stepped forward quickly. Shooting his load onto your breasts the best he could. 

As he did you yelled. Johnny pulling on your hips as his orgasm ripped through. "You're going to be fucking leaking with my cum bitch." He groaned out as you felt the warmth of his load fill inside. A building pressure inside. He held himself in deep, and you attempted to ride out the last of your orgasm. 

He removed one hand from your hips, pulling at your hair. Snapping your head back. Into your ear he whispered. "Now you KNOW. Who fucking owns you. That's my fucking pussy to cum inside of. You're mine." He said letting go of your hair. 

Chris and Steve-o fixing themselves up. Still watching with fascination. Once Johnny was satisfied, you both struggled to untangle from one another. Once you were off of him, his cum seeped from inside. 

He pressed the last bit of cum from his tip and stood up wobbly. "You two can go now, unless you want to clean this off my dick." He said letting out a small laugh. Chris let out his last words and opened the trailer door. Steve-o needing to make his last remark. "We need to do this more often. That's the best fucking load I've ever had." He said shooting you a smile. 

You just rolled your eyes. Watching him leave the trailer. Once you two were alone again, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. 

"I love you sweetheart. Hope you don't hurt too bad." He said tracing his fingers around the markings he left on your body. You shook your head. "I love you too Johnny." You said finding your clothes on the floor. 

You headed towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. Walking back onto set would feel extremely shameful. Though Johnny would be extremely proud with his handy work. 

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