#Joi Sanchez

[sadiecoocoo]

Small thing I noticed in the newest episode!

At the beginning morty is complaining that Summer got an attribute slider when he’d been asking for one forever. He says that Summer gets anything that she wants from Rick.

Later in the episode, summer states that rick gives everything to Morty for free. Which is something that we have seen, tho Rick used a bunch of excuses as to why he gives morty things for free (things like saying it was just to prove a point like the vat of acid episode)

And then at the end of the episode we see that Rick gives Morty the spider thing, literally fishes it out of the ocean, just because he asked…

Basically Rick spoils his grandchildren like no other! And we love him for it :3

[djscratch]

El secreto de Marrowbone (2017) dir. Sergio G. Sánchez  

[fanofspooky]

Marrowbone

2017 • R • 1h50m

A young man and his three younger siblings, who have kept secret the death of their beloved mother in order to remain together, are plagued by a sinister presence in the sprawling manor in which they live.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse Party :Chestnut Herrons

Magic Man, Devil Woman!!

Krillin had been finding his ongoing witness protection gig a handful to say the very least and that wasn't just due to the fact Larau had been insatiable with her "training" for dealing with the Herron girls. Oh no sir if anything his mission partner and commanding officer was a more than welcome source of relief because in the name of all that was holy, that the ever fuckmothering hell was up with these women?!! It couldn't be possible for so many of them to look the way they do, putting porn stars to shame which was saying something given his little side gig with Zigzag!! Sweet black on Popo he hadn't felt his libido build up so much since that long, slow spaceship ride to Namek, damn Bulma parading and prancing around ina tanktop and thong, fucking tease knew what she'd been doing!!

Really who could blame him when you had a baker's dozen worth of women who had tits and asses just begging to be groped, lips that screamed dick-sucking and oooh the way they dressed, or didn't in the case of that exhibitionist among them. And something told him they were well aware what he'd been getting up with Detective Reed, the lust in their eyes alone made their intentions clear and he knew it was only a matter of time before one of them made a move. And Laura couldn't always be around to gatekeep for his safety all the time, what with the responsibilities she had in keeping this assignment running smooth as possible. But of all those size queens when it came to coming off as intense, one in particular came to mind.

That being the Satanic goth known as Joy, he could swear there was something about her, just the way she always kept those ruby blood red eyes of hers on him at all times when he came into a room. Not so much mentally undressing him as rather thinking how delicious his soul would be when she'd suck it right out of him. He'd faced the likes of Buu and Frieza and somehow she was more terrifying....it was....scarousing to say the least. So of course in moments like that for relaxation, when Laura wasn't on hand to provide relief, he'd calm himself with a little meditation as he gathered and focused his chi, keeping his sinful erotic thoughts at bay.

But of course Fate has a twisted sense of humour as was the case in today's most recent session for keeping up his ki control techniques, who should happen to see him but the devil woman herself. Having come in to deliver his lunch for him had afforded her the surprise sight of seeing the family bodyguard radiating a glowing aura which in her mind meant only one thing. That Krillin was secretly a wizard, and of course she wants to learn magic so yeah, it was going to be one of those days to say the least. So now she wanted his soul and his secrets and she was going to get them even if she had to literally and figuratively suck them out of him!!

It was unreal how lightning fast a Herron woman could move when she enters that state of mind they could only achieve upon becoming borderline bitches in heat. Joy was certainly no exception as she locked the door and turned those scary blood red eyes his way, stripping down to expose that bombshell body of hers. There was no denying, like pretty much every Herron woman, she was a sexual work of art, even with that pale athletically toned tattooed body not looking out of place with those rocking tits and that fat bubble butt. And she damn well knew it, eyeing him up like the prey she saw him as she licked her violet painted, dick sucking lips as she pounced.

However as soon as they got to the bedroom, she found that she had overestimated herself and underestimated him, begging her short king with his magical cock to break her. The pair fucking like absolute wild primal beasts that you’d quite frankly be surprised if you weren’t hearing the dulcet voice tones of a British gentleman narrating this like part of some nature documentary. The devil,worshipping, occult focused goth size queen wantonly moaning as Krillin was plowing her in a halfway position between a piledriver and a mating press. Bubble butt jiggling with every impact of his pelvis and his swaying balls, the bed shaking and creaking as the mattress springs endured the intense pace of their fucking.

How she was loving every fuck damn second of it, who knew their 50 bodyguard was such a demon between the legs and in the sack? No toy she and Jacqui shared or traded between them had ever filled and stuffed them so Damn well, inches of that oak tree of a cock hammering away, the muscles of his compact frame bursting snd rippling with power. Ecstasy filling her satanic mind as she came to see Krillin in ether orgasmic haze as some sort of demonic beast, a devil laying claim to her in mind, body and soul. Taking her to his infernal kingdom to add to a no doubt sizeable collection of sluts, bitches and whores he’d claimed with his devilish talents in eroticism.

Of course Krillin was hearing say a lot of this out loud via her string of babbling dirty talk. He’d heard a lot of kinky things from of the women he’s fucked, from his wife to sex friends, that is when they could form a proper sentence. But Joy was quite frankly a freak of a different nature and he had to really put some major effort into satisfying before she said anything weirder or wilder.

After finishing, Krillin wonders if maybe Baba was looking for an apprentice. The elder seer sister of Roshi could certainly use a potential successor and protege to take under her wing and who knows? Maybe a little discipline might sway Joy from going down certain, dark twisted paths. If her dirty talk was anything to by, thst girl had some twisted little fantasies…..

As for Joy, who laid in the soaked sheets of the emoji shed bed, she dreamt sweet, sinful dreams in the afterglow in which she basked. Dreaming of Krilli as some goblin or oni overlord or a god of destruction. Dominating herself snd her family as he asserted his will upon them with his powerful cock, enslaving them to his raw, manly charisma. She wasn’t sure if he was indeed a magic man but damn if he wasn’t magic in the bedroom….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brainy Babes stick together

Janine Herron, being the brainiac among her misfit clan, naturally has always looked up to one Bulma Briefs, seeing her as her idol and role model. Really why wouldn't she when someone like her had it all, beauty, brains and the wealth and success to match. When she wasn't thinking about big cocks and the peculiar sciences in regards to them and her family's genetic quirks tied to them, she'd often dream of the chance to meet and speak with her. What would she ask, the ideas they'd share, the back and forth brainstorming sessions...

So of course you can imagine her delight when Krillin let it slip that he knows her personally, a slip of the tongue as the pair sat together at the kitchen table in their safehouse. After a rather tame conversation that'd not been too erotic, with the egghead having expressed her admiration of Bulma, it just popped into his head. So now Janine, eyes twinkling with excitement, was begging to meet her and really, it was a challenge to even think of telling her no what with those big puppy dog eyes. So after running it by Laura, for the sake of permission and procedure, he had set up an encrypted video call and stood observing as the sexy science babes wasted no time in talking.

But of course just because she was the geeky one didn't mean she was any less a size queen slut than the rest of her relatives currently under his protection as Janine was giving out different ideas for the sex toy portion of the company, especially the Warrior Monks. Which seemed to be particularly intriguing to Bulma who had quite the quizzical look on her face before Krillin saw her get a look on her face that he recognised all too well as meaning she was up to some mischief. The Briefs genius woman then looked at Janine and said in no uncertain tone or terms to use him to show her what she can do. Adding to the cherry on top of this illicit sundae by revealing the aforementioned sex were based on none other than Krillin.

Naturally this got Janine excited as well as aroused as eager to show off for her idol, she jumped at the chance. Proceeding to start things off as she grabbed Krillin within her reach and pulled him for a kiss, enacting a deep passionate liplock which was really packing a lot of tongue. Bulma watching on as she licked her lips sensually in anticipation of what was sure to be a good show. It was pretty clear she and 18 shared that particular voyeurism streak when it came to him and other women, lord only knows what that long trip to Namek would've been like had the crew been her, him and another sexy female body to likely walk around in just a thong and a tanktop?

For the Capsule Corp CEO’s further enjoyment of course, her voyeur show only got better once Krillin started returning the make-out in turn, his hands feeling up the busty, curvy brainiac’s body all over in the right places. Clothes going flying off before Janine laid her eyes for the first time on the compact beefcake’s stiffening schlong, an awestruck expression on her face as her brain ran a mile minute. Oh she’d heard details and had some theories but to think such a little man could be packing such length and girth on him? This was well past any particular standards for Herron women, if anything it was a new record for the ideal cock!!

It was small wonder her brain and libido went hand in had in taking the helm of the controls, making her body move on instinct and go wil with assaulting that cock with pleasure. Almost forgetting Bulma was watching all this happen as she was practically making herself get facefucked, sucking and blowing on Krillin’s cock as she licked and blew it. Drowning it in her saliva as her dicksucking lips held a firm grasp on that shaft, making Krillin buck his hips in response. Which made Janine feel her pussy quiver and dribble with a growing need to have that cock wok it’s magic and fuck her so had that she’d feel like she was losing precious braincells.

Which pretty much became the case one the short king proceeded to do just that, the bimbo bookworm screaming like a sexual banshee as she was held up in the air by this sex god among men. Feet planted in the ground as he performed a standing fuck, arms hooked around Janine’s lovely legs with his hands grabbing her bubble butt. Bucking and pumping his hips as she found herself bouncing and riding on that jackhammering cock, making her drool from the rush of orgasmic energy surging through her. Her face making it plenty clear she felt like she was being fucked stupid which made quite a contrast with her particular, uniquely her style of dirty talk.

Bulma of course was loving each and every second of this live show, shamelessly playing with herself in her private office as she thrust a Warrior Monk dildo into dribbling pussy. Free hand playing with her tires as she watched Janine get taken through the Krillin style kama sutra from the full nelson rodeo to the prone bone powerplay and handling snout as well as every one of her rest lives who’d had the experience so far. Shuddering as she recalled those sweet, sexy times on that month long trip to Namek, among other such instances she’d gotten her dose of chestnut loving. Which reminded her, she really did need to make sure the latest batch of Warrior Monks were in need of their next test runs……

When it was finally all said and done, Janine sat in Krillin’s lap with her back pressed to his front panting as the afterglow took a hold of them. Bulma shuddering in her own orgasmic haze ashes grinned at seeing the brainiac Herron’s pussy overflowing, the short king’s cock still in there thanks to its tight embrace. Before the bookworm and the ceo soon got to talking business of course, regardless of the fact neither of them was in anyway decent. But hey details, right?

Krillin wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, just tuning out as he knew he was going to need some liquid hydration and likely a sensei bean or two. But far as he could gather, seems like the two of them were hitting it off just fine and sure to get along famously. Oh if he only knew for sure just how true that would be, never mind how the rest of his Herron bodyguard experience would go. It was going to be a long, hectic mission to say the least….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Avoiding Public Indecency

Now of course just because the Herron ladies were being kept under surveillance in witness protection didn’t mean they couldn’t be kept under lockdown, after all most of them would be sure to go stir crazy. Which meant that for Krillin, it was sure to one way or another wind up with the risk of one or more of those thirsty bitches going into heat and and want to pounce on him. So of course, per Laura’s insistence on procedure, if and when they had to get out and about in the city then it would be with Krillin as their chaperone, given his capabilities and skill. Not that it made some of them au less of a handful especially with the resident brats Jen and Jenna being how they were….

But in this case, today it was Victoria out wandering the city with him along as bodyguard, a first for the short king interacting with this blonde. Like any Herron girl, she was seemingly a wet dream given physical shape and form with the taste and style for fashion made to show it off but so far so good, she seemed to be one of the more better and well behaved ones. Was it really possible he had found the saint among the whole brood besides Vera? However that turned out to be a case of him just pretty much tempting fate as Victoria soon finds she needed to take her clothes off, right then and there in the goddam open!!

Yes this was our compact gentleman learned first hand a little detail about Victoria Herron, that she was a goddamn exhibitionist and he knew Laura would skin him alive with a stunt like this. So of course he wasted no time in scrambling into action as he grabbed her and got her out of the public eye but just barely as he now found himself naked in an alley way with her. Now in nothing but her her high heel shoes and a smile as she stood naked as the day she was born, shameless arousal on her face crystal clear. Yes indeed her exhibitionist streak had kicked in, the risk and thrill of almost if not nearly exposing herself like that combined with even the small risk of being caught turning her on.

Krillin he could tell he had just gone for the frying pan and into the fire as Victoria was no doubt entering that bitch in heat state of mind he found was a common trait of Herron women. Next to their obsessive fondness for big cocks and having stunning pornographic bodies of course and just his luck, this was the most absolute shameless exhibitionist among the bunch. The erectness of her nipples, the shameless using of her slit as her thighs became soaked, a puddle dribbling to the floor at her feet, he was dealing with a ticking time bomb here and he had to defuse it. But before he coild eben talk her down out of her lusty state of mind and try to get her back into her clothing, she was soon turning the charm on him and getting him stripped as well, making out with him as she caressed and locked lips with the compact stud.

The moment the kinky blonde freak shoved her tongue into his mouth was when the short king felt his libido kick into full gear as it took the helm. Returning the kiss much to Victoria's delight as she wasted no time in stripping him of his clothes until he was as naked as she was but the moment she got his pants and boxers off? The only thing drooling as much as her mouth was her slutty pussy as she beheld the glory of that full mast length and girth of pulsing fuckmeat standing to attention. Promising her that she'd be utterly destroyed, in her warped kinky mind as her arousal skyrocketed at the thrill of the risk of being caught out in the open in the act of rutting with this absolute unit of a sex god in a compact package.

Small wonder then that she was on her knees on the cool concrete floor, proceeding to commence with a deep, powersucking blowjob with an intensity that would make Jessica nod in pride and approval. Her lust drunk blue eyes looking up at the compact stud with total absolute worship and devotion as she licked and blew on his cock, lips kissing the base and his heavy balls with not a damn given about suffocating as she deepthroated him. Her delight only increasing with her horniness as she felt the short king buck his hips out of reflex in response as he aimed to sate this thrill seeking succubus. The sooner he got her off, the better they could escape being caught.

Which was easier said than done as the risk and sheer sexual thrill at being caught and seen in the act was pretty her fetish of choice and it showed. Screaming her lungs out as she moaned like a wanton hoe as she was currently bent over and pressed up against the alley wall, a raw ahegao expression on her face as she gasped with delight at the impact of Krillin’s jackhammering pelvis. Inches of his bitch pleasing womb hammer sinking away into her snatch as her bubble butt jiggled and her clit was smacked by those swaying balls. Her arousal only increased with orgasmic intensity as she found the little man having to get rough just to get her to try being quiet.

Now Krillin didn’t usually like to get too rough with a woman when pleasing her sexually but with Victoria and her being a Heron and all, it was a necessity. Hand covering her mouth to having to choke and strangle her or outright make her suffocate on his cock with heavy facefucking, whatever worked to turn her volume down. Which only added to her orgasmic bliss as she rode the tidal wave of pleasure that flowed throughout her every nerve, urging him on and finding he really got riled up being called Daddy. Victoria could definitely say, this made top of the list of her top 5 or 3 acts of exhibitionism to say the very least especiallt when he’d blow his hot, heavy loads….

When they were finally, thankfully done, the two quickly head back to the safe house, clothes in hand while still naked and hiding out of sight, Krillin praying that he avoids a public indecency charge. So damn thankful for being able to sense life energy as well as he could, really handy for dealing with a total exhibitionist. Olivier would not be happy with that incident report even if he happened to be her personal favourite unofficial comfort officer. She was so damn scarousing when she got mad......

Unknown someone actually did see them, recorded it and posted it online. Though depending who you ask, this someone seemed to like what they saw enough that it was shared only among a select few. but spread enough to rack up quite a number of views. I'm talking numbers mathmeticians have never even heard of here.....and yes 18 was among them and ooh did she liked what she saw. It was a while since this whole protection project started so seeing that her man was at least getting his balls drained around the clock was a nice peace of mind.

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Good Morning Wood

Krillin found it a miracle he could get sleep sometimes what with Laura and his ever increasing intimate interactions with the Herron Ladies. Quite frankly it made her unorthodox but effective "training" all the more effective at being put to to use and it certainly helped given his....wealth of experience so to speak. Now if only he could at least not have so many damn wet dreams, it was a hassle waking up with morning wood and not having Laura or any of prior Herrons he'd been freaky with beside him to help him out on easing it. Who knew the lovely Detective Reed had such an adorable look to her when she was sucking him off with a little surprise blowjob?

Funnily enough as the morning sun stirred him with its rays flooding his room, he'd found his current dream way too vivid and real when he grunted and groaned at the lucid sensations around his groin. It was then he finally woke up to find out what the hell was going on, seeing a very distinct female sheet under his bedsheets, meaning his source was the feeling of soft, skilled dick sucking lips. At first he thinks maybe it is Laura wanting some early morning fun once again that was however not the case when he felt a painful grip on his balls, causing him to finally pull his sheets away and sees it is none other than Jessica, the resident cum addict among the Herron ladies. The blowjob specialist no doubt had wanted a taste of Krillin after hearing one of his more recent escapades with her cousins, no doubt it had to be that one time or other in the sauna (you'll findout sooner or later, don't you worry).

Admittedly as much of a shock as it was, the raw primal lust in Jessica's blue eyes glowed and twinkled as she bobbed her head away, effortlessly deepthroating his shaft with powersuck intensity like just the taste and flavour of his pre was enough too make her want his seed all the more. Licking, slurping, blowing and sucking away with abandon as if making it clear she was more than willing and able to be his personal oral dicksleeve. And much more of course if he desired to also blow her backout with a little thank you for this erotic wake-up call, given how much of her love nectar was soaking the bedsheets. So as much as he should be annoyed right now, he couldn't deny that he was always a sucker for getting wake up calls like this, so what the hey right?

Krillin then proceeded to just go with the flow as he rested his hand on Jessica's head, grasping her blonde mane firmly while he adjusted his position to stand up. Feet firmly planted on the mattress while maintaining the connection of his cock in her mouth, he flexed his muscles and, to her sheer delight, began bucking his hips. Soon face-fucking the oral whore as glowing hearts formed in her eyes to the thrill of this big cocked short king taking the chance to assert his dominance like this. Krillin figuring since he was up, why not decide to use this early morning energy to build up a good appetite for breakfast, only for the quirky sense of humour of fate to rear her head and show her hand, as the door to his room was opened by Laura who'd come on over to be serve him breakfast in bed.

Now in a cliche sort of story or situation, you'd expect all manner of comical hijinx that would see Krillin get needlessly put through some grief but come on, really? You all know how this story is so of course the next thing the short king knew, Laura was in the bed beside Jessica as the pair seemed to duel for the attention of his cock. The dusky chocolate skinned officer doing her best to deal with the semen junkie Herron who seemed intent on sucking out his soul. Lips and tongues back and forth as his length and girth was plunging into their warm, wet mouths which caused him to buck his hips in response.

it wasn’t long before breakfast briefly became forgotten about as it was out aside, the bed shaking and rocking as this double team blowjob duel escalated into a full on threesome. Jessica sitting atop Krillin’s face as she had him eat her out while she leaned forward to lick away at the connected loins of him and Laura who currently rode him cowgirl style. The oral fixated Herron eager and thirsting for more of his cum, to feel his shaft stuff her mouth and throat once again and give her that delicious protein contained within his golden balls. And it omly got wilder and lewder from there.

A few of the other girls who were uo for breakfast were currently eavesdropping, ears pressed to the door as they listened in on this wild threesome. Having been concerned and curious as to where their cute little bodyguard was though some put two and two together once they figured out Jessica was missing. Mentally torn between feeling pissed because that damn jizz junkie best some of them to the punch and horny, feeling their slutty pussies quiver with thst deep, erotic thirst. Really wishing they had a mean to see inside the room because no way they could all crowd around the damn keyhole!!

Back inside of course, heedless of their unknown voyeur audience, Krillin still went at it with Laura and Jessica as the latter was shown to naturally be as much a freak for getting pounded in her ass and pussy but still nothing compared to how much she loved it orally. Laura of course driven by a sort of alpha female instinct to assert her dominance over the slut, reminding herself she was doing it to protect her compact partner from falling into the clutches of these damn size queens. Mentally claiming to herself it was for the sake of keeping him safe and focused on the mission, it wasn’t like she wanted to have him more to herself. Even if he was a hell of a sex machine in bed, he was really taking those resistance training sessions like a fish to water…

A couple of orgasms later, Jessica was having her limp, sated naked body hauled out by Judith, a fucked silly smile on her face as she rubbed her belly. She had to say that was some of the tastiest, mos filling sperm she’d ever enjoyed devouring, it was addictive. Well worth the lecture she’d no doubt get for trying to be a greedy, thirsty little cocksucker for sure. Though far as some of her fellows were concerned, she was going to have to learn a damn pecking order.

Laura:*Busy massaging a weary, spent Krillin in the luxury bath as she fed him that overdue breakfast. Feeling a small bit rightfully smug for managing to one over on a Herron even if it wasn’t Veronica as she helped ease any ache from having such an intense early morning fucking.*”And that right there is why you always got to keep your guard up around those thirsty bitches…”*Still having them all in one place focused ona guy like him? Certainly made this job a lot easier…and maybe just a slight bit fun.*

[twilleansparks]

So,, APPARENTLY s7 of Rick and Morty is coming out on October 15. Like. I hate this show why do I know this

[danielacarryon]

Marrowbone (2017) Directed by Sergio G. Sanchez

[whoworewhatjewels]

The Best Jewelry At The 2024 Vanity Fair Oscar Party

The Best Jewelry At The 2024 Vanity Fair Oscar Party

Get ready to swoon over the glitziest jewelry moments from the 2024 Vanity Fair Oscar Party! Picture this: the stars, fresh from the Oscars, ditched the formalities and let loose with some seriously playful yet oh-so-chic outfits. And you know what that means – a whole new set of sparkles to ogle at! From Sidney Sweeney’s nod to Angelina Jolie with her custom necklace from Messika to the rare…

[bkenber]

Interview with the Cast and Director of 'The Menu'

Interview with the Cast and Director of ‘The Menu’

“The Menu” is an inspired black comedy featuring an incredibly talented cast of actors who play characters invited to a remote island where celebrity chef, Julian Slowik, is preparing quite the cuisine for them. As the night goes on, however, the guests come to see that Chef Slowik’s intentions are anything but gracious as he looks to punish those who cannot take enough time to taste the food…

[hellshee]

frank o'hara, from selected poems; "meditations in an emergency" \ maggie nelson, bluets \ i.b. vyache, excerpt 03.01.20 \ joy katz, from “december, fever,” \ ann brashares, girls in pants: the third summer of the sisterhood \ agustín gómez-arcos' "the carnivorous lamb" (translated by william rodarmor) \ letter to my rage: an evolution, by lidia yuknavitch \ sonia sanchez, homegirls and handgrenades

[elysianrey]

Two halves of a heart hardly beating alone

But now that I've found you, I'm not letting go

a playlist curated by Anthony Lockwood that reminds him of Lucy.

•perfectly broken: banners • before you: benson boone • love brought weight: old sea brigade • hello!: role model • don’t give up on me: rivvrs • loving you: seafret • ode to a conversation stuck in your throat: del water gap • hey girl: stephen sanchez • little bit more: suriel hess • missing you: stephen sanchez, ashe •i guess i’m in love: clinton kane • resin: dustin tebbutt • see, i’m sorry: seafret • ghost town: benson boone • looking at me like that: vance joy • rose: honest men • home: newcoast • to be so lonely: harry styles • iloveyou: between friends • picture perfect: jole • let me hold you: nick wilson • unrequited love (& other cliches): breakup shoes • flightless bird, american mouth: iron & wine • banks: needtobreathe

listen to the rest here

note: obviously, I could not let my lucy playlist go unaccompanied without its other half, and I am forever grateful to, @genniearts, who made this aboslutely gorgeous locklyle piece to depict the vibes. I will continue to update the list as I find new music! I hope all of you authors, artists, and shippers enjoy. x

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Ronin raising a baby left at the door-step| pt.1

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Reader: female - the baby

Notes: i live for this man and father daughter content, and also Part One <3

Warnings: Yelling, Baby Y/n throwin punches bc she dont take no shit 👊

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We're gonna go being left on the door step daughter father content here

Left at the doorstep of the leafmans barracks with a little tag that said "Commander of the Leafman army"

Some rookies found you, all bundled up in a hand woven basket.

So they take you to Ronin, whos probably already on his 40th cup of caffine that day

"Ronin!"

"Busy-"

"This is important."

He looks up at his soilders, and tells them to come in.

There they are. With you. No more than a month or two old asleep in the bundle of blankets.

"What? Sanchez finally had her baby? On Duty no less? That woman has to be strapped down for bed rest."

"No...sir. She was at the barracks entrence."

What? Huh?

Did he hear that right?

"By who?"

The soliders shrugged.

Ronin was quick to get up and the soilders handed him the baby.

"Basket had your title on it sir." One spoke, "Does that help identify the parents at all? You know anyone who was havin a baby sir?"

"Just Sanchez." Ronin answered, he too wanted to get to the bottom of this, "Find her and her wife, make sure there okay. Both of you go together."

And off they went, he sat down with you, a big yawn coming from you.

Truth be told he didn't know who this child was or who's it could be.

But he thought it was cute how you grabbed onto his finger, eyes big and gray, your color hadn't come in yet.

Yet he could assume you had been born with that ashy black color hair. You had a pretty decently full head of it after all.

And that's when he saw it.

A pendant around your neck, tucked away and hidden, in the blankets.

Wraithwood.

A product of two worlds colliding.

Then and there he knew he had to keep you safe.

You were innocent in this war and in this world.

The soldiers come back; tell him what he already knows; it's not Sanchez's, and Sanchez is standing guard, pregnant as ever.

"Let's bring her to the Orphanage," one recommended, "They'll know what to do,"

"No," Ronin ordered, "She was left here, for a reason,"

"But sir, she's a baby, no offense, sir, but can you handle a baby,"

"I handle you two, don't I?"

Leafmen that see him leaving are in shock; did him and Tara finally get together? Have a kid? Wait had him and Tara been together this whole time?

Yet despite there stares he holds you close and leaves with you home.

Nod's was home, he putting dishes away; he was always home before Ronin.

"Don't tell me you brought home a baby aphid when you told me no," Was the first thing Nod told him when he seen the blankets.

Nod was quiet shocked when he was shown the baby.

"Who's kid?"

"Orphaned, staying with us just for a little bit. Till we figure it out."

Oh what a lie.

You were staying forever.

Lets just say: the first few days? Shit the first day was stressful

What are they suppose to feed you?

You certainly don't eat ration packets- or quiet frankly....anything

For there luck the old lady next store was real tired of hearing it and knocked on the door.

Nod answers the door.

"Why is that child trying like she hasnt eaten in an hour?"

"She won't eat."

"Move aside."

Props to the old lady coming to the rescue and saving Ronin's ass

"Milk Lily's tend to be the norm, especially when my children were growing up, I'll give you a list of needs and some milk lillies from my own garden to start you off with- Where is your wife Ronin? She must be tired from the bundle of joy."

"There's no wife," Ronin informed, "Someone dropped her off at the barracks."

"Then I can call up my sister. She works at the orphanage. Will that help any?"

Ronin was silent, looking up at the old lady rocking the child, "Im keeping her."

"Well..." The old woman started, "she is certainly cute. I dont blame you... You'll need a few things"

Bam Baby list.

It's just the essentials, really, especially for the age.

The first weeks were really hard on Ronin

Like really hard, hes use to no sleep. But...damn...

They can find both of you sleeping when Ronin has downtime in his office

And sometimes the other soilders take you to play with you.

"She can't walk yet idiot!"

"It's called training for a reason!"

Ronin after weeks of having you: has yet to name you

People litterally just call you "baby"

That's until one day he's coming home with you in a sling one of the soldiers had shown him how to wrap, he's coming back from his Milk Lily farmers.

Nod's not home: as he's on night rounds covering Sanchez's shift- finally she had taken bed rest

So the window at the end of the hall being opened confused him

He called for Nod but got no answer.

So he set you in the basket of groceries: you know. For safekeeping as something sounds in the kitchen.

Before he can even round the corner and into the kitchen he's attacked from behind,

Arms wrapped around him to choke him, hoping to kill him easily and cheaply.

Yet Ronin kicks as he's dragged and manages to grab the dagger that sits on his belt besides his sword and stabs backward at anything physically possible

Into the shoulder and let go he turns to face the intruder

A boggin woman, "Where is it!?"

"I have no idea what the hell you're on about!"

Yet the crying in the background catches ear, and it's a race for the baby. The woman gets there first and gets through his front door.

"Fuck!" Ronin shouts quickly following grabbing his spare bow and arrows at the doorside.

With his skill it was a simple shot and down the woman went. He running to grab you as you cried.

"It's okay. It's okay..." Ronin cooed, "shh...my Y/n...shh."

The commotion grabbed neighbor's attentions as they came out to help

"Ronin, are you -"

"Call the gravedigger..."

"Are you alright? The both of you?"

The people only got a nod as he walked back to his home.

And from that day forward you're named Y/n.

No particular reason he claims anyone who asks in the future

Its a lie, he had been thinking about it for a while

He'd be lying if he didn't get even more attached to you, especially as the months came through: you're eyes matched your hair in orgin: that yellow orange that came from Wraithwood with the midnight hair

As you get older too Nod takes a more brotherly role.

And Ronin finally introduces you to Tara closer to your year old mark.

"I have been wanting to meet you for some time." Tara smiled, lifting Y/n into the air with a smile.

Yet you reach back for Ronin

Totally does not hurt Tara's pride- it really hurt

"She's not keen on new people"

"Oh, she's your daughter for sure then." Tara teased.

Tara was right there

No matter what you were pretty attached to your dad.

Though your first words werent Dada, they were idiot and leaf.

He knew exactly who he had to make run laps because of that

You were an early bloomer, walked early, started babbling one or two words early

He was pretty proud of you.

There was no "big 1st birthday" party for you.

It was just you and Ronin, and Nod, Uncle Finn coming to watch you destroy a pie as you tried to eat it.

Pie is just about your third word.

Finally something more normal.

Besides that, you don't talk very much, even as you grow, and as you grow, Ronin, kinda not by his desires, gets pushed into a Mommy group.

Judgmental mommys are ass mommys

"Well, she doesn't talk yet. That's concerning." A mother commented.

"Y/n can talk when she wants. Isn't that right? Y/n?"

He only gets you hugging him tighter in response.

1000% daddys girl

You come to enjoy playing with his gear.

All of it

Weapons included.

And as your old enough to play on your own with kids your age, you don't

You prefer Older people to younger people: find friendship in the old man that sits on the corner with his coffee in the moring rather than people your age.

100% as you become older and able to play by yourself with no one watching over you (which isnt full true ronins always there somewhere in the background) you can be sure you'd come home with a pet aphid

"His names Charly! But with a Y! I don't like it spelled with ie!"

"Y/n let the Aphid go."

"No way! Charly needs me!"

Charly infact does need you.

And even grows up with you: as he was pretty young when you found him

The Adventures of Charly and Y/n have began

Ronin's the dad that says "were not keeping the aphid" and then becomes bestfriends with said aphid

Honestly? Really proud of himself for once when it comes to you, he's been really critical of himself in the past, seeing you be so loving and caring towards people you love really warms his heart.

Will let you sleep in his bed if you have a bad dream.

Yes Charly can come too

Shit Nods squeezing himself in there too

First day of schooling?

Ooo...he's worried about that one

No Charly to be with you, no one to keep that sass held back a little

Turns out you didn't want to go.

You cried- alot

"I don't want you to go!"

"I'll be back in a few hours. I promise -"

Holding onto him, she cried harder, "No! I don't want you to go!"

Only got you to stop crying with removing the creast from his helmet he had in hand

"See. I'll always be in here." He spoke tapping the metal.

"Really?" She asked, he wipping the big drew drop sized tears.

Ronin nodded, "It'll keep you safe. Like I do."

Y/n nodded as he kissed her head.

"No leafman-" he started

"Is truly alone." She finished as he smiled at her.

"Now. Go. I don't believe in anyone more than I do you."

Turns out school wasn't bad, and you were excited to do it again.

Bad idea on giving you the crest: you simply haven't let go of it

During school hours especially, holding it while your eating: while your at playtime standing alone. Its in your pocket if you have to use both hands

During anytime your at home your more leniate with it: sits at the table by your spot at the table, or under your pillow if you want a good dream, or on your dresser if your drying it from being freshly cleaned and polished.

Alot of kids repeat stuff from there parents. So alot of people ask if your moms Queen Tara

"I don't know Queen Tara." Y/n answered.

"Sure you do! You're her daughter!"

Y/n shook her head no, "she's not! My Dad's My mom and dad!"

"My mama says you're a half breed." A girl spoke up

"I am not!

"Yeah, you have that werid colored eyes because you're from Wraithwood!" A boy added.

"I am not!"

"My Momma said your momma got attacked by your daddy from Wraithwood, and that's why you're a half breed!" A third.

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are! Momma says that the only reason Commander Ronin takes care of you is because they didn't wanna spread rumors!" The girl again, "the same thing with your brother! Your daddy probably killed his daddy!"

"That's not true! My Dad's My dad! My dad wouldn't abandoned me!" Y/n shouted, "My dad wouldnt hurt anyone!"

"He's not even your dad!-"

Then all the sudden your in trouble.

Like big trouble.

Punched someone in the face trouble.

And Nod's there to get you instead of Ronin

He gets the silent treatment as he walks the two of you home

You can sure Ronin's PISSED when he gets home

He's let you hang around "soilders" for too long

He's actually never yelled at you before.

Then again you've never gone to school before

Watching you physically flinch as he's yelled at you trying to get an answer out of you stopped him in his tracks

He's absolutely floored

Deadstop

What the fuck did you flinch for? Did you think he was gonna hit you? He's never hit you before?! Why would he do it now-

His response is shutting down: nothing like this has ever happened before and his shutting down is building up walls.

Seems you've latched onto that idea after the first time he yelled at you.

You stay away from him: you didn't show up to dinner so Nod brought you some.

Your hiding under the bed.

And he sits against the bed, a plate close enough for you to grab on the floor.

"Whats wrong baby bean?" Nod asked, yet she was quick to grab the food.

"Dad hates me...I'm not even his...." She responded, looking down at her favorite meal made, it only upset her more and she pushed it back out from under the bed.

"Ronin could never hate you." Nod answered, "He loves you, in his own way...sure-"

"Yeah? And I'm not even his."

"Y/n your his everything."

"Then why is everyone saying he hurt someone. And I'm not his."

It takes Nod a solid few mintues to figure out whats actually going on

He's realizing kids are most likely repeating there parents gossip

Which is lies anyways.

But it looks like you need more time than anything

So when he leaves and you're left in your room by yourself with Charly

You end up eating dinner with your hands, your aphid eating off the plate with you

Ronin's surpised to find a plate washing and air dried in the bathroom the next morning.

"Where'd this come from?"

Nod leaned against the doorframe rubbing the tired our his eyes: "Mhm? Y/n's probably."

"On the sink top?"

"Look, be glad she's okay, alright?" Nod argued, "She had a rough day yesterday."

"She had a rough day?" Ronin asked sarcastically, "Nod she floored a kid-"

"Alright. Yeah, whatever." Nod answered, rubbing his face as he slipped away for caffine.

So...with the thought now in his mind he went to go see how your doing.

Sleeping most likeky

Yet he finds an empty bed, and an open window.

"Y/n?" Ronin asked, no answer: and his worry spiked, "y/n-"

Yet the chirp of an aphid caught his attention as it slipped from under the bed to stretch, and Ronin was quick to kneel down and look under the bed.

There you were asleep and hiding, as far back as you could against the wall

So he does what ever dad does.

Moves the bed to get to you.

You're still sleeping when he picks you up

Your head on his shoulder and little legs wrapped around him.

Okay, maybe he wants to hold you like a baby again: it makes him sad almost, how fast you grew up.

You wake up but stay silent: After all your father hadn't held you in quiet a while.

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.3

rick x reader, prime rick x reader

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘤: 3.0𝘬

The room swayed as you navigated the blurred edges of reality. Laughter echoed in disjointed fragments, and your senses danced in a kaleidoscope of emotions. The world, usually anchored in coherence, now floated in a hazy sea of intoxication. Your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, a symphony of uninhibited joy. Yet, beneath the surface, a subtle vulnerability lingered, as if the alcohol had unraveled the tightly wound threads of your composure. There was a fleeting sense of detachment, a reminder that the intoxicating elixir could distort both the present and your perception of self.

“D-didn’t I tell you-you…? This shit is fu-fucking good”, Rick took another sip of the glittery green substance. You already forgot what it was called and from where it was – honestly, you didn’t even care. One glass after another has been poured down your throat, five different drinks from five different planets. You were anything but sober just like Rick. Both of you sat crisscrossed on the bed in front of each other. Why did you hate him again? Who gives a shit.

“You’re right, yeah, you’re right”, you giggled as you leaned forward, your hands grabbing into the soft white mattress. Loose strands of hair were falling onto your face as you look up at Rick. Even sitting down, he was more than a head taller than you. “Feels like…hm…feels like I’m on some other fucking planet.”

By your switch of position Rick had a wonderful view before him. Your top was revealing and tight, pressing your tits together, your soft skin glistening in the dim light. His eyes wandered done to your hips and legs. Fucking hell, what a fine piece of ass. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe he was just fucking horny. Lust and desire filled his senses, but Rick didn’t want to do anything…yet. “I am the smartest man alive after a-all. You gotta trust-trust me on this sh-shit, y/n. And you haven’t even tried space weed, y/n, it’s going to bl-blow your fucking mind.” Should be blowing me instead. He watched as you started cackling once again, he didn’t know who was more wasted – you or him.

“Mhm”, you cooed, “Rick Sanchez is the smartest man alive. Be my bartender instead of a scientist, Rick.”

Slowly he laid his hand on yours as he got closer. His touch made your skin burn, goosebumps forming on your neck. He still doesn’t give a fuck about personal space. Quickly you pulled your hand away, a strange feeling clouding your senses and creeping down your body. “I-I could be something completely dif-different than your bartender, little one.” How could his voice sound teasing and seductive simultaneously? Why did his touch feel so familiar every time?

In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind giving yourself to him right now. Both of you were more than just drunk and a little sex would certainly help you destress after this hard, nerve-wrecking day. Something in the back of your head though begged you not to do it. You also had some doubts – What if you’re actually a virgin? What if this is a test? What if it’s a trap and you’ll be kicked out afterwards? Rick would be egoistic enough to do something like that. So, you chose to simply ignore this last comment.

“Tell me more about space-weed, pretty please?”, big doe eyes met his gaze. 

Beg for it more. “Never seem to g-get enough, huh?”, swiftly he took a baggie out of his lab coat. Your eyes widened. the containment possessed vibrant colors, exotic patterns, and unique properties that contribute to its intergalactic allure. Grinning he opened the baggy and let the weed fall into his hand. “Wh-what type of girl are you? Bong? Joint? C-can’t bake some br-brownies for you now, princess.”

“Bong sounds like a vibe”, it didn’t take long for you to catch your composure. Rick also seemed to just ignore what happened a fee seconds ago.

Carefully packing the bowl with space-weed, Rick adjusted the water level in the bong. With a flick, he sparked the lighter, bringing the flame to the bowl's edge. Inhaling deeply, he brings the bong to his lips, igniting the substance and creating a milky swirl of smoke. As Ruck pulled, his eyes focused on you. Right after the bong left his lips and was placed on the bed, Rick grabbed you by your neck and forced you closer to him. His lips were almost touching yours. “Wait, what, Rick?!” Rick blew smoke into your mouth, coating your mouth with a sweet yet earth taste.

“It’s c-called shot gunning, baby”, his hand, which was previously grabbing your neck, was now tucking your hair behind your ear, “Wish you could see your slutty expression right n-now, y/n.”

Every cell in your body was yearning for more, your brain on the other hand “Stop fucking around, old man.” It wasn’t teasingly, you were stone cold and serious.

All of a sudden Rick seized you, his grip unyielding as he forcefully pinned you down onto the bed. The air crackled with tension as his eyes bore into yours, filled with a raw, primal hunger. You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity of his actions, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Rick’s touch was rough, his body pressed against yours with a commanding urgency. In that moment, you realized the depth of his desire, as Rick claimed you with an undeniable passion that left you breathless and powerless to resist. “D-Didn’t I tell you that next time you call me an ol-old man, I’ll make you scream it, dumb brat?”

Only now did you realize in what kind of position you were. One hand was gripping your throat while the other was groping your ass. He was lying between your legs and something hard – and big – was pressing against you. “Fu-fuck, look at your fucking f-face. Needy girl. Makes me want to ruin you.” 

His fingers almost dug into the soft skin of your buttocks as he finally placed his lips on yours. His tongue quickly found its way into your mouth as soon as you wanted to protest his behavior. The kiss was chaotic, full of desire and lust. His tongue closed around yours again and again and he began to roll his hips against you. His hard cock rubbed against your yoga pants-covered vagina. It caused the perfect friction for your clit, you felt how wet you were getting. After what felt like an eternity his lips parted from yours.

“What are you doing, R-Rick?!” Your intention was to sound angry or at least not as excited as you actually were. Instead, your voice sounded breathy and even worse, like you loved what was happening. Ashamed of your own arousal, you bit down on your lip and hoped Rick wouldn’t notice how fucking horny you were.

"Ri-Rick? No. You must call me sir, master or Mr. Sanchez, dirty-dirty whore," he let go of your throat and ass to literally rip the white tank top off your body. In one quick motion, he pulled your breasts out of your bra. "Do y-you think I'm stupid? Senile? Have you for-forgotten that I'm the smartest man alive? I know exactly what you want, little one, even before you realized it." The whole time he was talking he didn’t stop dry humping against your pussy.

His lips enveloped one of the nipples, sucking and sucking on them while the other tit was squeezed by his hand. It was all too much for you, it was overstimulating. Your tits were extremely sensitive to Rick's tongue and hand. You moaned louder and louder, unable to form words, let alone sentences. “wai-…ah, w-wai-…plea-“

Rick's cock seemed to get even harder as your sugary moans fell on his ears. "Y-You like that, don't you? This old man makes you moan-moan like a bitch in fucking heat. You dirty little slut. Have you been provoking me all-all this time to make it end like this? Did you want to be punished, li-little one?" You could do nothing but shake your head. He was the one who had provoked and embarrassed you all this time, right?

"Are-are you really innocent o-or are you just pretending? I can see the looks you give me during our…hot mo-moments. The way your c-cheeks turn bright re-red, your heavy breathing and those eyes filled-filled with dirty fantasies. I've already noticed. I warned you…y-you didn't listen, so now you have to obey. Take your clothes off." He ordered while sitting up.

Tears filled your eyes. Was it the situation or was it the fact that Rick's fat cock was no longer pressing against your clit and sending your body into a state of ecstasy? You weren't sure of the answer yourself. Your brain and body were at odds - your pussy craved Rick while your brain begged you to leave the room. His power-hungry eyes stared at you as if he was waiting for your reaction to further assess the situation. Are you going to play along or are you going to stop? "Did you not hear me, whore? Undress, now."

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Maybe it was wrong, maybe not. Maybe it was the alcohol or weed, maybe you just wanted to keep being touched by this disrespectful man. While you threw your bra and pants as well as your thong on the floor, Rick undressed as well. The two of you watched each other. Rick took in every curve of your body – you were exactly what he wanted. Rick was thin but fit at the same time and – oh God – his cock... His cock was huge.

"Do you like what you see, p-princess?" a dirty grin graced his lips. "I like the sight too. Lie-lie down again and spread your legs. I want to see your little cunt." This time he didn't have to repeat his command twice. Slowly (and somewhat reluctantly) you lay back down and spread your trembling legs, not sure if you wanted his cock inside you. Shyly, you looked up at him and your breathing hitched. Rick's hand was around the tip of his member, moving it up and down as he eyed your most intimate area.

“Fu-fucking hell, you’re so fucking wet already. Jesus. I-I didn’t even touch you for real an-and yet you’re soaking. Desperate little thing.”

Out of nowhere and without any warning, Rick grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you effortlessly towards him. "Wh-wait! Please...please don't go in..." You were aware of how your voice was shaking and there was still a hint of absolute desire in it, you were ashamed of it. Would Rick even listen to your plea?

"I-inside? My cock inside you?" He threw your legs over his shoulders and slapped his hard member several times on your clit. “Do you really think th-that you’re actually worthy of my fucking cock?! I’m not rewarding you, this is a punishment, sl-slut. Even if you end up begging me to r-ram my cock inside your lil-little cunt, I won’t.” Mixed emotions filled your heart – relief and sadness. This man was driving you insane.

Rick took his cock into his hand once again and rubbed his tip and and down between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness. “F-Fuuuck, baby, that’s what I do to you, huh? Some dry humping and nipple play and you’re all hot and bo-bothered for this old man.” His cock never touched your clit and you felt yourself almost begging for it. Subconsciously you moved your hips, hoping it would somehow help.

“Lo-look at that. What a little greedy who-whore you fucking are”, Rick understood what you wanted, and he was kind enough to grant you wish. This pre-cum leaking tip circled your clit, causing you to whimper and moan beneath him. “You love this old man’s cock, do-don’t you? Mr. Sanchez is taking such good care of you.”

He leaned down, his chest hovering above yours as he started to grind against you. How could it be that his cock was satisfying you without actually being inside you? He kept rocking his hips – hard and aggressive – your wetness served as some kind of lube as his shaft kept rubbing over your clit again and again and again. It was driving you crazy.

“You’re such a fucking wh-whore”, he hissed into your ear, his hand smacking your ass red, “I bet-bet you want me inside you now, huh? Want-want me to abuse that small cunt and put you to some go-good fucking use. Mmh…fuck, fucking shit…”

He was right. Rick was always right. You wanted him, no you needed him buried deep inside your clenching, pulsating walls. He was rough and dominant. Choking you, spanking your ass, slapping your cute face while staring deeply into your eyes and calling you a worthless whore. 

“Please, sir, I-I’m begging you…”

“Oh, sweetheart, didn’t I tell you this was a punishment?”

And then he was gone, his back leaning against the wall as he sat on the other edge of the bed. No, he can’t be serious. “I actually w-wanted you to scream old man but I think denying you to cum is faaar worse for a dirty bitch like you.” He is actually serious.

“You’re an absolute fucking asshole! O my God!”, rage took over your body and shame slowly crept up. Instead of replying to you, Rick started to put his clothes on again. Even though he was still hard as a rock. Lazily he tossed your clothes over to you.

“Listen, princess, I-I told you I was going to punish you. How would it be pun-punishment if I let you squirt all over my dick? Besides”, he paused for a moment, “You were so fucking wet and begging for my cock that I was about to pound you like so-some fucked up wild animal. Wouldn’t want that now…or maybe you would, right, little one?” Yes, Rick was one second away from ramming his shaft inside your soaking pussy and fuck you to oblivion and back without giving two flying shits about your feelings. The angel on his shoulder – which barely showed up – advised him not to. He didn’t want to break your mind after all he just wanted to tame you and make you his fucktoy.

“Oh…”, dumbfounded you pulled your thong over your ass and your tank top over your head, didn’t really need anything else. You understood where Rick was coming from but you also senses that he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. Awkwardly you pulled the covers over your lower body and lowered your gaze.

A sigh fell from Rick’s lips, “y/n, chill out. I didn’t even fuck you. Here, take the bong.” He really didn’t have to tell you twice. In hopes to forget what just happened, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment, you first took a big gulp of some space-alcohol which was next to you on the workbench before taking a hit of the bong.

“We got five drinks down, another five to go!”

“What the actual f-fuck do you mean another five?! It’s like 2am, Rick!”

“I t-told you, y/n, we’re-we’re getting wasted tonight! No sleep just drinking and smoking, y/n! Let’s fucking goooo!”

His eyes narrowed with an unsettling intensity as he watched you, the woman he desired, moaning for C-137 on a large monitor. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness gripped him like a vice, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and despair. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest, unable to bear the sight of you in the arms of another – whimpering and squirming, needy and horny. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to control the seething jealousy that threatened to consume him whole. With each passing moment, his obsession with you intensified, his mind swirling with thoughts of reclaiming what he believed to be rightfully his. He couldn't bear to see you with anyone else, couldn't fathom the idea of you belonging to another. In his eyes, you were his and his alone.

“How could you?! How the fuck could you?!”

With fury blazing in his eyes, he slammed his fists down onto the table with a force that reverberated through the room. The sharp sound of his anger echoed off the walls, punctuating the tense silence that enveloped the space. Each blow echoed his frustration, the intensity of his rage palpable in the way his knuckles whitened with each strike. His jaw clenched, muscles tensed, as he unleashed a torrent of pent-up emotions, his entire being consumed by a fiery wrath that threatened to consume him whole. The table trembled under the force of his fury, bearing the brunt of his unleashed rage as he struggled to contain the tempest raging within him. In that moment, he was a man possessed, his anger a primal force that demanded to be heard, leaving no doubt of the depth of his turmoil.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he should have fucked your brains out before sending you off. Maybe he should have written in his notes that you are his. Maybe he shouldn’t have given you a last chance at all. He always yearned to see the face that you made just a minute ago. He wanted to beg you beg for his cock, soaking wet and desperate enough to not refuse him.

How did C-137 get that far within a few hours?! “Maybe her subconscious is bound to me”, he whispered to himself. That must be it. After all you were his and C-137 just happened to be a version of him. For a split second he thought about bringing you back to him, so that C-137 would never touch you again or fuck you right in front of that bastard to show him who you belong to. But he couldn’t do that – not yet. C-137 didn’t achieve what he wanted him to. Sex was something which could also be taken by force (or under dubious circumstances like C-137 did), what he wanted could not be forced onto you.

“I will kill you for this, C-137.”

[inkandincantations]

Draco x Reader: First Kiss

This is a part of my fanfiction that I am currently writing. I have not gotten to this part yet, but I love the idea of posting all of the things that spark joy for me, so that I have these moments to look forward to when I eventually get there. This is a (possibly) condensed version of what I plan to write in the future.

Backstory needed for this imagine:

You and Draco (technically my MC) are just friends

He has asked her to attend a Winter Ball

They are both professors in a post-war era Hogwarts

I decided to lean into the posh, silver spoon side of his life

Scene inspired by the song Be More by Stephen Sanchez

Happy reading!

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The Winter Ball was steadily approaching and Draco was even more fastidious than usual. First it was the matching of their outfits, down to the exact hue and stitch. Then, it was the accessories, which he so meticulously picked to bring out the undertones in your skin. Now, dancing was his newest fixation. Which was why you found yourself in your quarters, the sun setting outside, as Draco guided you through a particularly tricky movement that you just couldn’t seem to get right.

“Can’t we take a break?” you groaned, shoulders slumping over in frustration. Draco could sense the shift in the room, letting go of your hands.

“You’re doing great,” he assured, voice soft and encouraging.

“And you’re doing perfectly. Like usual.” It was a trait of his that absolutely infuriated you. Whether it was penmanship or letter formatting or brewing an advanced potion, Draco could do it effortlessly. There wasn’t a single task he performed that wasn’t laced with elegance and aristocracy, flawless without breaking a sweat.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t forced to attend galas,” he pointed out, turning towards the radio that sat on your end table. Classical music was drifting from it, a symphony of cellos and violins that Draco insisted was the finest piece ever made in the wizarding world.

He turned a few dials, tuning into more conventional songs. Celestina Warbeck drifted across the way, filling your living area with a casual ambience. Draco waved his hand over the burning candles, darkening the room as he snuffed them one by one. Smoke curled lazily in the air as you gently wrapped your fingers around the handle of your teacup.

You took a sip and immediately frowned. It had gone cold.

“Do you want a cup?” you asked, already heading towards the kettle on your stove.

“Making another? You just had a full one there,” Draco commented.

“Yeah, well, when someone makes you practice dancing for hours, it has this tendency to cool,” you teased. “Who would’ve thought?”

Draco chuckled at this. “I’d love one if you don’t mind.”

You prepared for the tedious job of crafting a tea to his liking. There was a specific cup he preferred, the only elegant one that you owned, jet black with a delicate gold rim and handle. It was nothing compared to the deep emerald set he sat out on his coffee table– much too expensive to just be a decoration piece in his living area.

You carefully measured the jasmine oolong, just as he had taught you, and steeped the tea to perfection. Once it had cooled just enough, you handed it to Draco, who accepted it with a smirk.

“I did everything that you do. I promise,” you told him.

He nodded his head ever so slightly, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “I’m sure you did.”

“You’re insufferable, you know?” As you turned to fix your own, much simpler, cup of tea, you continued on your rant. “A simple thank you is in order. I practically crafted an elixir.”

“To be fair, that’s probably easier,” he teased, taking a cautious sip. You couldn’t help but giggle, despite yourself. The tension of the earlier dance practice was fading, replaced by the easy comfort of Draco’s presence.

You wiped your hands on the tea towel hanging from the stove. Like everything else in your kitchen, it was a bit worn. The ends were becoming frayed and there were tiny stains that wouldn’t come out with any amount of scrubbing. But the pattern was homey, golden bumblebees patterned over a pastel honeycomb background, and it made you ill to think about tossing it.

“So,” you started, watching Draco intently for any sign of disapproval, “how did I do? Honestly?”

“You did well, truly. I’m actually quite impressed with how fast you learned.” You searched his face for that signature smirk, the twinkle in his eye that let you know he was joking. However, neither of those things were present.

“I’m worried about doing it in heels,” you admitted, picturing all the possible disasters in your mind.

“We have plenty of time to work on it. You’ll do just fine,” he said with a tiny smile.

“And the dress…It’s so long. I’m going to trip and fall flat on my face.” The kettle squealed, steam heating your face as you took it off and poured another cup of Earl Grey.

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen. I have a reputation.” You scoffed at this. A typical response from him. You were annoyed that you still found it funny.

“What a git,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Pardon?” Draco questioned, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. “I’m delightful.”

“Is that what they call it?” The two of you shared a laugh, the earlier tension now completely gone. Your relationship had evolved so much from when you first met him—aloof and cold, now replaced with moments of warmth and light. You noticed it in the small things, like how he greeted students by name or cleaned up after dinner without prompting. And especially in the way he glanced at you from across the hall, trying to stay focused on his own work.

Especially when he did that.

You sipped your tea in pleasant silence. When nothing needed to be said, nothing was said. You appreciated that about him. Everything was purposeful. When he talked, it was important, full of intent and chosen carefully. He never felt the need to fill it with useless conversation.

“Are you–humming?” you suddenly asked after a long stretch of stillness.

“Oh, sorry. Am I?” he asked, slightly embarrassed.

You tilted your head, listening more closely to the song playing through the radio. The notes matched. “Do you know this song?”

Draco nodded once more. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“‘You mean to tell me you like songs with words?” you teased.

“I’m full of surprises,” he said with a shrug.

You noticed the slight sway in his body, the drumming of his fingers against his thigh. His head gently moved back and forth, keeping in perfect time with the beat. He seemed so human, lost in a single moment with nothing but honesty. It made your heart swell full of endearment.

You set your cup down beside you, filling your empty hands with his. His eyes followed your every move as you held onto them softly, positioning yourself the way he had taught you. You remembered the first couple of steps, which Draco matched immaculately, before he took the lead in your absence.

The remaining candlelight flickered across his face, casting warm shadows that danced in his eyes, making them seem almost golden. For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, the rest of your worries melting away with the dimming flames.

You couldn’t help but notice how perfectly his hand fit in yours, how natural it felt to be this close. His breath quickened ever so slightly, though he tried to mask it. You shut your eyes, hoping to calm your own racing heart, but it only heightened your awareness of everything—his hand tightening at your waist, the subtle shift of his body as he closed the space between you.

The rhythmic breathing of his chest started to quicken, though it would have gone by unnoticed if you weren’t so aware of everything he was doing. You clamped your eyes shut, thinking maybe you were imagining things, trying to hide from the vulnerability you were both exuding. But it only sharpened your senses as you felt the hand on your waist tighten ever so slightly.

Your heart stuttered, bodies closing the minute gap that kept you apart, kept you from crossing that threshold past being friends. You were holding each other now, rocking back and forth, a dance he hadn’t taught you yet. One that you were sure he never anticipated having to address.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were no longer just dancing. You were holding each other now, moving in a rhythm neither of you had planned for. The song was winding down, its final notes lingering in the air, but you didn’t want it to end. You wanted to stay in this moment a little longer, to hold onto the warmth of his touch and the possibility that this could be more than friendship.

When your eyes finally met, it was as if the world held its breath. Draco leaned in, moving with agonizing slowness, giving you just enough time to process what was about to happen. After all the teasing, the lingering glances, and the feelings you’d tried so hard to suppress, it became crystal clear—he had felt the same way all along. And now, he was going to kiss you.

His lips brushed yours like a whisper, barely a touch, soft and cautious. It was light, tentative, almost as if he were asking permission. The moment you leaned into him, your movements gentle, he exhaled softly, his hand slipping to your back to hold you a little closer, but it wasn’t urgent—it was tender, patient.

The kiss stayed soft, more of a promise than a declaration, full of quiet emotion. It felt like a secret shared between just the two of you, a moment suspended in time. His thumb gently brushed the curve of your back, a subtle, grounding touch, as if he wanted to hold onto this fragile, perfect moment just a little longer.

The air around you shifted as you pulled away, leaving the two of you staring at each other in a mix of disbelief and uncertainty. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Draco belonged to a different world, one that could never truly accept you. And you were carefully balancing a professional career against this budding, complicated relationship. None of it made sense.

But it felt right. As if, for a moment, those barriers didn’t matter—like you could overcome the past and the present and create something entirely new together. Standing here, in the quiet after that kiss, you were forced to acknowledge that everything had changed. There was no going back.

[irenecatz]

my ramblings of the think tank! the little freakazoids.!!

dala: probably your-mom age. she looks pretty sane! look at her. they? I dont know. She’s so horny for the lobotomites it’s not even funny... she looks like a cat person, but owns teddy bears. Maybe she is like me? Overly attached to my plushies? Treats them like alive? She can have this song. Or this one? Maybe even this one. So many songs!! So little dala!

zero uuughhhh. not this guy. hes def the youngest member just look at him. full of youthful joy. hes the only one smiling, Hes so happy to be there! this is why we all pick on him but also kiss him? I was gonna give him this song but it’s too deep for him and he is so shallow. he can have this. Or like any Taylor swift song. The only person who likes him is 8. are they gay? maybe. all of them are, even just a little

borous I love this fool. Hear me out? What if he actually was gay for richie marcus? But lovers to enemies? But also one sided? Haha I dont know. He likes his dog Gabe a lot. Whats with that mustache? And that receding hairline? For a man that acts like a child? This is his song maybe. I think he was friends with richie but he doesn’t remember. None of them remember anything.. he was really smart, I wonder what happened?

klein SO GAY! Imagine Rick sanchez but like, better? Worse? Still egotistical bastard but… sillier! Gets so angry, like my dad. High blood pressure sufferer. This can be his song. I know it’s about clothing but just twist it a little and it is about SCIENCE! Really sucks at showing affection. Like ever. Or accepting it.

eight look at his face and tell me he is insane, He is not. That’s the most normal man I have ever seen. He’s so normal, look at him. Slightly gay? Probably as old as your dad. Maybe even is your dad. Have you taken a dna test lately? Yes I am implying he did your mom. He can just have the Prodigy as his song(s) because to me it is just noise and also my dad likes them.

MOBIUS this is just someone’s grandpa. Go back to bed grandpa. No more Mentats for you. He loves klein so much <3

^^^ OTP

I hope you like reading. Setting this from a few hour from now. Ok bye I love you guys!

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

*feels something empty in radiostatic community*

I, DomesticStaticradio anon, am here to deliver more lore into Domesticstaticradio au my children.

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Do you guys remember the song Until i found you by Stephen Sanchez.

Just imagine before they met in this au, Alastor finds the world all dull, gray, without music, without entertain. People walking around, being busy, where's the fun? The joy?

His mother was the only one who is colorful and bright within the world of gray.

His father eventually made everything red. Everything then falls apart.

Father stop!

Don't hurt her please!

Father please! Please!

He can feel something cold and sharp in his hand and within minutes he is wrapped in a thin blanket, the police shaking their heads.

They say his father ended his own life after he did the deed to his mother.

But...

They didn't see how red his hands were even after he washed them in the tub, he can still see red.

Nothing makes sense...!

The jeers echoing in his brain, how he was a foster child in a dingy orphanage, the taunts of how he is the son of his mother's slayer.

The matron was kind for her time but with limited funds during the era, no upper class would pity a penniless orphan especially the one of color.

He hungers..it is so cold...

What happened to the adults, to ignore a child like him..? He wants to eat, eat eat-- please I need food..!

Something... Tasty enter in his mouth... He doesn't know but he feels.. full...

The more he eats, the more the world is red. Where's the color? Where is it...? His mother use to feed him yet what happened to the color that comes after satisfaction..?

Soon he gets used to the red anyways, people began to disappear in his view, where have they gone..?

Why have they turn into such cute tiny dolls..?

Ah they like his voice..?

Perhaps he can eat, the more he sings-- oh how fun! How they listen to every word he says unlike before than begging does not get him anywhere, how his cries were silence and ignored.

Now they are listening to him.

Yet...

"Where are the people in this world..?"

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"Papa?"

3 years old Charlie stares at Alastor. "I'm hungry papa..."

Alastor smiles softly at her as he stirs the jambalaya "Oh mon ange, sorry." He bends down to pat the toddler "I am a terrible host aren't I? For letting my sweet belle go hungry hmm?"

"I'M HOME!"

Vox enters the dining area "Sorry I'm late, the f-- stupid interns accidentally blew the latest tech." He takes his tie off "Charlie kid!"

Charlie runs to him "Daddy!" Gets lifted up by Vox and she squeals "Papa's making jambalaya!"

Vark just well, barks, on the side as he wags his tail.

Alastor pauses as he stares at the scene.

Why...why the world seems much more colorful than before.

I'm so glad you recommended that song bc I realized I never knew what it was called even though I love it

I listened to it while reading this and I'm crying again I'm feeling so many emotions

[whitney7up]

Happy Birthday, Shrike! 🎂🎊🎉🎈🎁

Kamini Bahl and Vernie Haystacks made their own homemade El Bandito cape for Shrike Sanchez on his birthday.

Kamini did the sewing herself, while Vernie worked on the art designs.

Note: Shrike is crying tears of joy after seeing his birthday gift.