#SLAPPIN THEM TOGETHER

[fleurladari-a]

👀 (litleo time... I know Silva isn't my muse but could I see one for her too?)

" well we can't be sure of it. "

As likely as it was. They wouldn't know for sure till samples were collected, both of DNA and of the ULTRA variety. Perhaps he might even be able to reach out to the URS again, he would hardly be opposed to it...He enjoys their company--at least Phyco and Dulse, the second of which was...interesting. He'd need to talk to Xerosic about it either way.

The more they knew the better.

" that being said, it's quite obvious, even without the literal confirmation. i will be curious to see if the genetic footprint will be identical to my own and malva's or not. "

A hum, before he turned back towards Perilys. His admin, one whom he relied quite heavily upon when it came to the psychological aspect. Though he doubted he would need to condition--nor have the capacity and time to fully--any of the test subjects, she was useful for talks as well as anything else.

After all, she would be apart of the counseling staff, publicly 'outsourced' and 'collaborated' with Lysandre Labs. Even if the reality was a little more direct. Before then, he had a very simple request for her.

" i would like you to go to alola. your pokemon is there, reconnect a little. but make sure not to let our little battery see you. "

He took a few steps forward till he was right in front of her, a hand pressing over her arm and squeezing just a little bit.

" i can trust you not to alert it of our presence, can't i? "

Silence at first, then a nod. He knew her best, she could figure it out. There was a moment longer where his grip seemed to tighten...before loosing and letting go. A smile crossing his face.

" i'd like to know how it is, if you DO feel like you can interact without it feeling, mmh...cornered. do so. i know it quite trusted you. just be weary of those skulls, they're a rowdy bunch. "

Or maybe, just trusted the key ring. Either way.

A Conversation Mention. ( accepting ! )

[cameronsprincess]

thinking about… blue collar!rafe coming home after a week away and he fucks you real good on the couch.

CW: blue collar!rafe, lineman!rafe, soft!rafe, unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, praise and dirty talk.

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it’d been an entire week since he’d left for florida. his job needed all hands on deck after a hurricane had went through, and rafe, as usual, had to leave immediately and would be gone for an entire week.

you’d been checking life360 non-stop, watching and waiting until he got home. you missed him. you missed his face, his smell, his lips on yours, the feel of his strong arms around your waist at night as the two of you slept. but you were also really horny, and ready for your man to come home and fuck you good just like he always did after time away.

you squeal in excitement when your phone pings, a life360 notification letting you know he was finally home. you rush out to the front porch, jumping up and down and squealing as you watch his truck pull into the driveway.

once he’s parked and out of the truck, you take off running, jumping into his open arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. the two of you waste no time in kissing one another, mouths moving fervently together, teeth and tongues clashing as he holds you tightly against his body.

he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes and smiling. “missed ya, sweetheart.”

your smile grows. “i missed you so much more! i’m so happy you’re home!”

he starts walking toward the front door, his right arm under the curve of your ass, supporting your weight and carrying you inside the house.

he kicks the door shut with his boot, dropping his bag on the floor and locking the door before he carries you to the couch, dropping you down onto it.

“know what i missed more than your pretty face?” he asks, smirking.

you bat your lashes and bite at the inside of your cheek, “i dunno, what?” you ask innocently.

he grips the hem of his work t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor before undoing his belt. “missed that sweet little pussy. my cocks been achin’ for the feel of your warm, wet cunt wrapped tightly ‘round it.”

your cheeks instantly heat at his filthy words, your pussy throbbing as you watch him slide his dark denim jeans and boxers down his legs. his hard cock springs free, slapping just below his belly button. your eyes zero in on his perfectly mushroomed tip, already dripping precum.

“fuck, i missed you so much rafe, please fuck me.”

he grins, taking one long step toward you. he leans forward, gripping your ankles and pulling you toward him. he wastes no time in stripping you of your tight biker shorts and cropped tank top, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties and bra.

“so fuckin’ pretty, my girls a smoke show.”

you blush at his praise, you always loved how beautiful he made you feel, always reminding you of how beautiful you were.

his long fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and tossing them behind him. his eyes flit down to your soaked pussy, his bottom lip brought between his teeth. “jesus christ, never seen nothin’ so pretty. already so wet f’me, go on, flip over, on your knees, ass out.”

you quickly obey his command, flipping so your back is to him. your hands grip at the back of the couch, tits pressed firmly against the cushions as you poke your ass out, swaying it side to side for him.

“fuck me, baby. please, need to feel your cock inside me!”

rafe lands two harsh slaps to your ass cheeks, making you squeal in surprise. his large hands harshly grip at the flesh, jiggling it in his hands before he slaps your ass again.

“such a needy little thing ain’t ya? beggin’ to be fucked.”

you moan out in response when he slaps your ass again. he grips his hard cock in his hands, sliding his swollen head through your slick folds. you push your ass out further, chasing the feel of him stretching you out. he chuckles, slapping your ass with his free hand and shoving his entire length inside you without warning.

you scream his name, letting your face fall into the couch cushions as you dig your nails into the back of it.

“fuck, sweetheart. your pussy is squeezin’ me so tight, i think she missed me.”

he places both hands firmly on your hips, using them as support as he begins fucking himself into you. he uses his hands on your hips to pull you back onto his cock, meeting each of his harsh thrusts.

nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breathing, moans and groans and the squelching of your pussy fill the room. rafe fucks into you hard and fast, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting at your g-spot.

your pussy clamps down around him, squeezing him tightly, causing him to groan. “shit, gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, love watchin’ my cum leak outta you.”

you whimper, your pussy pulsing as he continues to brutally pound himself in and out of you. “r-rafe, gonna… shit! gonna cum!”

“yeah? my girl gonna cum all over my cock? go on baby, cum f’me.”

rafe removes his right hand from your hip, splaying it on your stomach before running down and finding your clit. he begins running slow circles around the puffy, sensitive bud.

you moan loudly as your pussy pulses, your lower belly tightening. a warm feeling washes over your entire body, an explosion of pleasure rushing through you as you come undone around his cock. “ffffuck! i love you! holy shit!” you cry out, legs shaking.

rafe’s thrusts grow sloppy, his dick swelling inside you. you feel him twitch inside you, giving one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt before he cums too, spilling deep inside you.

the two of you are spent by the time he slowly pulls himself from inside you. he plops down on the couch beside you, head thrown back and hands clasped together on his chest. he opens one eye and turns his head to face you, “i love you, sweetheart. missed you tons.”

you fall into his arms, curling up into a ball in his lap as he softly strokes your hair. “i love you too, missed you more.”

feedback is very appreciated! ❤️

[joannebernice]

Cat FIGHT!!!

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Pose Pack By @joannebernice & @haziewhims

I was having a little chat with @haziewhims the other day and we got a little excited about the idea of catfight pose set. So after a week or so of collaboration, we put together a nice set for all your moody, bitchy, face slappin’, hair pulling girls.

Whether she’s a slapper, a puncher, a brawler i think there is a pose in the pack that you can use in your story. OR maybe there's a pose there that you didn’t think you needed til you saw it!

There is 29 poses in this pack. This comes with its own custom icons so its easy to find. You will need to play these in game, these are not for CAS. You will need Andrew’s Pose Player for these to work well! USE X2 OR X3 TELEPORTERS WHERE YOU WANT THEM TO POSE TOGETHER. There is obviously some clipping in some of the poses which is completely unavoidable, and naturally with hair, big boobies, and big muscly men .. there will be clipping anyway. 

I used this handbag for the bag smacking poses. But most bags will work.

Like it if you download it, Tag us if you like for your pix.

>>DOWNLOAD IT HERE<<

Happy Simming! And thankyou Hazie for making this pack with me.

[afterdarkprincess]

You know with how much they are really focusing Sami/Jey and not just what the guys are doing, but segments, storylines, and overall content put out by WWE makes we wonder what the angle is here. It has to be on purpose, right? Either they are getting their last hurrahs in before they move on to other stories, or that connection is going to be important to their new stories.

I really hope that it's not them getting the last of it before moving on, and I don't THINK thats the case (but who knows) Both Sami and Jey individually are very much over and popular with the crowds, based on how much they're pushing Jey in terms of Merch, his ad appearances I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon. Their storylines are so intertwined, as much as I REALLY REALLY want Jey to have a singles run I'm almost wondering if they're going to keep them tagging together or something like that? Or I would be happy if they're just in their own little faction together- them against the world 🥺

Who knows what Triple H's plans are at this point, I do have trust in him and the rest of creative to let them cook, but fanfic is there for when they let me down.

TL;DR- as long as Sami and Jey keep makin' moon eyes at each other and slappin' tiddy and hugging like they'll die if they won't, I'll be happy lol

[ask--reiji--sakamaki]

{ @the-coincidence-child } { LONG BUT I LOVE THEM SM SORRY }

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The clock ticked, and ticked, and ticked. The minutes going by slow as Aslan waiting in the office with the principal waiting for Reiji to show up, per usual Reiji was on time coming in the room Aslan didn't even need to turn around to know it was him. Aslan was like that, he memorized foot steps-breathing-smells-tone and so on. Because his vampirac powers weren't exactly fully there/controlled he struggled a lot unlike the other kids who seemed to be better at it.

Of course, Aslan being a half breed made him a easy target for bullying. At the start of school Aslan has always faced hate. People either, hurt him-babied him and again SO ON. The whole so on thing pissed him off. He had to learn to how to defend himself and prove he was way stronger, this meant he ended up fighting a lot in school. Beating Subaru and even LAITO in getting the most suspensions and near expulsions. Once again Aslan is sitting in the office for the third time this week for fighting with another student, however injuring this kid more ways then one.

'Mr. Sakamaki how grateful we are to see you. It seems little Aslan got into another fight again..' Said Aslan's counselor. Yes his quietness and other issues made the school give him a counselor to stay in the classroom at all times watching him and to eat lunch with. He's such a loner that the school gave him someone to eat lunch with. Sad isn't it. 'His behaviour is getting worse, he broke both of the child's arms including his ribs. if he gets into another fight at all this year he's going to need to have to expelled from school, he's already at 39 suspensions—'

'And if it wasn't for you or your father we would unenroll him immediately..! 40 suspensions is almost near this is the last straw I am done with this child. Honestly where did he come from..' The principal shouted, putting her hands pinching her nasal. 'His high scores in class and you begging are the only thing keeping him at ryutei high. He's once again suspended for the remaining week, if he fights-talks back-breaks any other rule in this school he's out. Now get out of my sight.' She said sternly.

"Bitch..." He murmured. 'Don't make it two weeks Aslan.!.' His counselor loudly whispered. Aslan looks to Reiji for a minute, his eyes filled with much feeling. It was easy to tell that yes lately he's been more out of it, more snappy to. He lets himself be dragged away rolling his eyes as he sticks his tongue out to the principal. Every slam of each door Reiji and him walked through was loud, he as well blocked out every word Reiji said to him. However every step the two took with hand in hand was quiet so quiet in fact he didn't realize the two where in the house together. What room he was dragged to, not making eye contact with Reiji his expression completely blank seeming unfazed, rolling his eyes.. This kid was such a struggle wasn't he?. He didn't snap out of it until——

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Reiji simply couldn't believe this was happening, he could have sworn that he had already had a very frank conversation with Aslan about his behavior at school, but apparently it wasn't enough.

Hearing from the principal and the counselor about the child's attitudes made him totally uncomfortable, but there was also something that intrigued him, did the school administration do nothing about the intimidation that Aslan suffered from classmates?

— I apologize for the foolish behavior and my nephew, I will talk to him at home. However, I wonder what actions were taken regarding the bullying that my nephew has been receiving for a while, maybe the situation had not reached such a deplorable point.

— Again I apologize for his behavior, and I will be much stricter with that child, however I ask that you do not speak in that tone, after all, you are talking to me, not to him.

He squints a little irritated at that director, but soon leaves the room pulling Aslan with him, he was holding back from slapping that child right there. As soon as they finally arrived home, Reiji grabbed the child's ear and pulled him up, lifting him off the ground a little.

— Frankly, what do I do with you? I will send all support to that boy you hurt. I'll also keep an eye out for any bullying you're getting, but for now, don't get into any trouble, you hear me?

[thefearofcod]

stop making custom composite volumes. stop slappin a bunch of stuff together between the same boards. stop making sammelbands and stop putting them on my desk

[sirenscallco]

Am I? Only 3D Printing Hera’s whole room from the Ghost?

Damn right, my Kanan and Hera black series figures need a place to ✨ sleep ✨

Hera Bed Start Piece: 10 hrs

Hera Bed Middle Piece: 28 hrs

Working on the end piece before I move to print the back wall at another date.

The ladder will take 3 hrs so maybe that’ll be something for this weekend.

I won’t be painting or sanding properly. Just using Space Grey PLA and slappin’ them together.

[transsexualunderground]

Hello Mr. Jade Prideoftheline, you may be reconized me as @Susan363 who's often posting hcs, incorrect quotes and ideas on Olivia's blog. I send this message to you because I wanted to say that I really adored your Anpanman oc, Kaitojishaku. Despite not knowing much about him, I can see that he's a very funny character, and the idea that he and Horrorman are just a "dumb@sses in love" couple? Mwah! Chef kiss. 💋🤌

I really wanted to know more about Kaito, I would like to resquest that you put on his design, I know that he is suppose to be a magnet but I can only picture his head as a U size magnet. I hope that this isn't much to ask!

Oh yes yes of course! I can give a whole damn infodump about good ol' Kaito!

For posterity's sake, though, I'm slappin' this under a readmore. This is a long dang infodump!

Name: Kaitojishaku... or, that's their alias as a thief. Their real name is... last name Jishaku, given name Kaito. How creative. However, each "Kaito" is spelled differently in Japanese. The "Kaito" in their alias means "phantom thief" and the "Kaito" in their actual name is spelled in the way a given name might be spelled. Different kanji.

Pronouns: he/she/they. Albeit I think they'd be open to more. In Japanese, I think they'd tend toward the neutral and formal watashi for their "I" pronoun, just to amp up their dramatic phantom thief vibes.

Kaitojishaku was conceptualized to fill in a niche I didn't think was filled in the Anpanman 'verse: a gentleman thief/phantom thief archetype!

And of course, what's better at grabbing shiny things than a magnet? So, Kaitojishaku was born! And I started by making them the very fun flavor of morally grey that the Anpan-verse tends to lack. It's very black-and-white there, so I thought, let's throw some well-intentioned light grey in there!

Now onto design. Here is the very first piece of Kaito art, I'd say circa... August o' 2022?

Their design has changed a little since then due to interpretations from my good pal @olivias-hyperfixation-corner. Olivia interpreted their thiefy mask as cat-eye glasses, and I loved the thought of these being sorta... both! Kaito's metal body that isn't made of magnets and just metal got reinterpreted into a turtleneck sweater. So they just... kinda don't wear pants, ig.

But I did once draw them in an alternate outfit to show further limb motion and further establish their disproportionately long arms as intentional!

Oh, and their eyeshadow(?) changed a bit.

Kaito's two-tone design was definitely inspired by ENA.

Now, onto lore!

Kaitojishaku was created by a smithing fairy (think about how Uncle Jam is a baker and a fairy) named Anvil in a steampunky city that'd be a solid sleeper train's trip away from the main town in the show.

She was given two powerful gifts by Anvil. One was a jacket filled with pockets upon pockets. He can basically cartoonishly pull larger objects outta 'em. Bag of holding style.

The other gift he was given was a staff/cane of sorts in order to help him push off from any metal surfaces he encountered, but he didn't really seem to get it, instead getting frustrated with the world around him being something he just kept getting stuck to.

She left in the night, climbing up a nearby mountain as a thunderstorm raged. Yelling to the heavens on a cliffside, they were struck by lightning.

They fell down the cliff. For months, they were just... dead. In pieces. Magnet bits. All that was found of them when the town looked for them was their cane.

But... THEY LIVED. Kaito's pieces clicked themselves back together, but when they came to, their memory was scrambled, only a vague visage of a shiny city left in their thoughts alongside their name.

Their first place of residence was an abandoned baikin-lair they turned into a bunker of sorts. They decided with their name and their tendency toward shiny things, their purpose in life must be stealing. So, that's their thing for a little bit. Until it starts upsetting people. So now their thing is stealing and then immediately giving it back if they weren't supposed to take it.

Their first encounter with Anpanman involves her just grabbing a piece of his head very casually, and then when Anpanman's rightfully confused and distraught, she's just all "oh, did ya want that back? Sorry, here ya go." And then she just presses on. Anpanman says something along the lines of "How strange... nobody else just takes like that except... Baikinman."

Upon hearing this name, Kaito decides that this Baikinman fellow is worth meeting. A fellow thief! They make their way to the Baikincastle and introduce themself to both Dokinchan and Baikinman. Baikinman tells Kaito of his plots against Anpanman, and Kaito thinks it's all in good fun, so he agrees to help. He wants Kaito to go steal an anpan head so he can screw it up and replace Anpanman's head with it.

Kaito proceeds to leave and take WAYYYY too long at the bakery just having pleasant conversation with the bakery gang. They even end up politely asking to take some bread with them!

And they do! Off they go sneaking an entire head of anpan and not sneaking some additional bread for their new friends Baikinman and Dokinchan!

By the time they get back, it's been hours. Horrorman now pops in calling to Baikinman and Dokinchan because he made lunch and he's the only competent cook in this house, before he goes "oh, who's this, hora?"

And then Horrorman and Kaitojishaku hit it off immediately. Horrorman's willing to be nice to literally anyone and go with their plans until it turns out That's Bad and Kaitojishaku is willing to steal from literally anyone until it turns out That's Bad. They've a lot in common in that way, lol. This Is Relevant Later.

Baikinman baikinsciences the anpan head into a messed up one. He lures the bakery gang out and gets Dokinchan and Horrorman to guard all the entrances so Anpanman can't get a new head.

But this Messed Up And Evil Head is... not working as intended. It kinda just gives Anpanman an existential crisis. It was supposed to, y'know, make him evil for a bit, maybe.

Kaito realizes, hey, wait, that's just a dick move! Ain't that, like, psychological torture. So, time for a bit of counterstealing!

They go to the back door and... just ask Horrorman to let them in, because they need a favor. And "every good thief has a few accomplices!"

So he does. And Kaito gets a new anpan head! But Dokinchan notices and tries to put a stop to this. And her and Horrorman bicker a bit over this before Kaito throws a smoke bomb and with their epic phantom thief skills, scurries off.

They replace Anpanman's head after asking a very "distracted with trying to figure out how to improvise an anpan head" Jam and Batako if they would rather do the honors (and is ignored because they're absolutely frantic rn), they chuck the head onto Anpanman, typical genki hyakubai, anpunch, baibaikin.

Things calm down, and Anpanman says they really don't have to steal.

But Kaito argues that it's his purpose in life.

Anpanman says it doesn't have to be.

Kaito just asks why Baikinman is allowed to have his purpose be defeating Anpanman, if that's the case.

The truth is, Anpanman thinks Baikinman's too dead-set, but Kaitojishaku seems more receptive to change.

But Kaito's not ready just yet. They say that maybe their stealint will benefit everyone next time, and with another smoke bomb, they disappear.

Then the Hoshi story ensues! You've already seen that, but I'll link it for everyone else reading.

During that, Kaito has resolved to their new "stealing with permission, mostly" outlook, such as... "stealing" free samples. Or rocks off the ground. Or Hoshi back from Baikinman.

After that, there's the plotlines Olivia mentioned such as sleepovers, but I also have plans for another plot where Kaito meets their maker - literally! In Anpanman movie fashion, heheh. Good things happen there, worry not.

Oh. And I forgot Kaito's houseboat. Alongside their bunker, they have a houseboat they found abandoned and took up after realizing how big the world is. They name it the Kaito Go after the Anpanman Go, but, Sailorkun tells them most boats usually have SS before their name... so now it's the SS Kaito Go. It's just a tidy little vintage houseboat. Cozy!

But lastly, let me talk about their personality. Kaito tries to be very cool and sneaky and stylish, but they're also just silly at times. Their magnet hands will get stuck to their magnet body, for example. They have a knack for dramatics and tend to be very bombastic and energetic. But they also have a more caring, calmer side. That's the side that tends to get philisophical and all that. And in truth, they're more naive than one might think. They were created an adult, but barely had anyone to teach them... a lot, really. they don't have the basics down. They have random strings of advanced concepts known, though, so it's a big ol' scramble of things.

Kaito tries their best, honestly, and they don't mean harm. But they do wanna go grab loot and break into places and look cool doing it. And who can blame 'em?

So, that's Kaito.

[jadespam]

me and my friend casey keep track of funny stuff we say like our own little quote book and these are some of my favorite quotes without giving context

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"I'm just saying there are comedic elements in the bible." - jade

"like the crucifixion?" - audrey

"yes. like the crucifixion." - jade

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"do you reckon if I cummed for Jeff bezos I'd get my next amazon delivery free?" - emma

"my friend, you would get priority shipping." - jade

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"do your fish be flippin and slappin?" - jade

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"I have an unconditional and romantic love for dharr man." - some random girl on the street

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"life without a comically large cowboy hat isn't a life I want to live" - jade

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"no I mean when james and aaron were playing s-" - mio

"if you call it soccer I will personally fondle your mother beyond repair" - jade

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"lung cancer is in nowadays" - casey complaining about vaping

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"you know what that means.. we should sleep together in spite!" - finn

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"nathan, he doesn't have a disability he just has a red nose-" - doireann talking to Nathan about rudolph

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"looks like SOMEONE isn't getting a CHRISTMAS CARD this year." - oliver

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"I'm sorry but your baby is a fat cunt and he looks like a beef wellington" - jade

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"WHAT THE FUCK DOES FLAVORED MILK HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH SLAVERY?!?" - jade

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"elliot get your balls out of my dishwasher before I scrub them with sandpaper" - jade

"well where else am I supposed to put them?" - elliot

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"the bible was inspired by scooby doo thats literally common knowledge" - jade

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"don't worry I combusted platonically" - jade

"thank god I thought you were flirting with me" -casey

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"for fucks sake can't no nut I can't not nut" - emma on no nut november

[candyredmusings]

Original Draft Ginger Snaps (2000) Sentence Starters

Sentence Starters taken from the first draft script of Ginger Snaps (2000) Feel free to change any gendered terms and pronouns or whatever else you need !

CW for NSFT.

“Ever try bein' different? And I don't mean jus' thinkin' about it, either”

“[NAME] an' I? Went for different. Big time.”

“[NAME]. Quit dickin' around.”

“We're seriously tight. Share everything. Everything.”

“You said it wouldn't hurt!“

“We do everything together. But, at fifteen? A chick can change. Ya know?”

“Don't get me wrong. It's not like we were all happy or nothin' to begin with.”

“The fuck, [NAME]. Take a picture already.”

“ We were always considered freaks. For as long as I can remember, there was Us. And there was Them.”

“[NAME]. What does it mean for you?”

“Means there's more to life than -- well, life.”

“Some of Them did seem to wanna reach [NAME], but nobody wanned to reach me.”

“Nobody wanned to reach me.”

“Like I cared.”

“Gawd, People! They hurt my brain!”

“See? She's weird, but hot.”

“Sad. Must be hard to think with your brains slappin' around your thighs like that all day.”

“We didn't do guys. Guys were too gross.”

“The only thing worse than most teenage boys are most teenage girls.”

“I feel sick.”

“I HATE her. Like to feed her ground glass with tacks for dessert. Then make her puke it back up and swallow it again until she's like shredded to a bazillion pieces from the inside out...”

“'Kay, here's the weird thing about me. I dig dead stuff.”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look - different?”

“For smart girls, we could be pretty dumb.”

“She's completely paranoid!“

“Well I've been checking panties for four years now.”

“Can't take her 'attention'. She grosses me out.”

“Can't believe she's our mother.”

“Hey. You smell somethin' gross?”

“I couldn't remember [NAME] crying, ever.”

“ No! Not tellin' anybody! [NAME]?! Nobody.”

“That booze - straight to my head, man.”

“Mmm! Sad, but [NAME]’s egg salad  is her best thing. Like that she can do.”

“ Yeah. I crave. Ya know?“

“ Hey. So. Nice day, blah blah blah. Got any smoke?”

“I know, I look like an asshole.“

“ I liked it. I liked it a lot. I feel all fuckin' goofy now. Like, I dunno. Like .happy?”

“It's sick but - I'm all like horny.”

“Okay, you aren't a kid. You're a young adult. With some issues. Let's explore them.”

“Whoa. Can't believe you never had a boyfriend...”

“My life is basically over.”

“Don't ever fuck with me like that again.”

“You keep our lil' secret and I  do you.”

“You're fucked without me.“

“Truth is, she was a pain in the ass.”

“Do you think some people deserve to die?”

“Hey. Sorry. I really did think you were. Like. Not bad. So you know, whatever.”

[numbaoneflaya]

Vincent metzger breasts. cupping vincent metzgers breasts rn. thick dark hair all over em. I know he got them pecs swole af ,squishy though, and then hard when u grab em while he flexes. This is a Vincent tit zone only. currently slappin em back and forth so they make a noise. squishin em together. Vincent Metzger tummy trail full of hair down to his...thighs. Too relaxed for a defined 6pack while hes laying down so its just soft belly and hips sort of juttin out a lil. Maybe hes buckin. Vincents big hands and long nails and deep laughs bubblin outta his chest. Vincentttt. sensitive deep scars i know hes shuddering when a tongue traces along them. hmm

[chiroptaro]

(@creaticare )

on the recommendation of this amazing batman/mha crossover by @savoirfairesuperhero!!

IM SITTING HERE GASPING AND CLUTCHUNG MY PEARLS AT THIS FIC HOLY MACKEREL???????

iam thinking so hard about the bajillion soldier/drill sergeant connections that are suddenly exploding into my head.

the personalities of the robs fits the boys SO WELL IM LIKE... SHOCKED HOLY SHIT. KIRI AND DICK BEING THE FIRST REAL POSITIVE FIGURES IN THEIR CLOSED OFF AGGRESSUVE PARTNERS(BAT/BAKU) LIVES IS INSANE.?? JASON AND BAKUGOU, GOING TOO FAR IN THEIR BATTLES AND HAVING THE SUPERIORITY/INFERIORITY COMPLEX PAIR!!! TIM AND DEKU, WORKING TOO HARD, INSANE ANALITICAL SKILLS, ALWAYS BEING UNDERESTIMATED AND THEN BLOWING PEOPLE OUTTA THE WATER!!! TODOROKI AND DAMIAN, BOTH RAISED TO BE BASICALLY SOLDIERS FROM THE AGE OF LITERALLY TODDLERS, FEELING LIKE EMOTION MAKES THEM WEAKER, NOT REALLY KNOWING HOW TO INTERACT WITH NORMAL PEOPLE....AND BRUCE AND ZAWA, COLLECTING CHILDREN & THEN SENDING THEM INTO LIFE OR DEATH SITUATIONS LEFT AND RIGHT OH MY GODS!!!!

the relationship between bakujason and midotim is SPOT FREAKIN ON. aggressive, violent encounters being a huge part of their relationship, with the more docile one still trying to get close- and then the other finally opening up and the two of them work together like MAGIC!!! MMMM

i gotta say i was HORNSWOGGLED when the lil yellow symbol was the R(tm)... i rlly expected it to be the bat, but then wouldnt zawa have one too?- and then BOOM IN MY FACE ITS THE ROBIN!!! HAD ME SLAPPIN MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH N SHIT

im YELLING over zawabruce being so whipped about these damn kids. "That's my boy." HOLY COW BRO...THEY!!

THE LITTLE STEPH/MINA BIT THERE AAAA !!!! AND I LITERALLY SQUEAKED "OH MY GODS" WHEN I READ THE BIT ABOUT DENKI AND *LIGHTNING* IM GJSKFJALAL IT FITS SO WELL...AND THE LITTLE BILL FINGER CAMEO YESSS

the way all of them use the joint memories between bats and heroes to grow and get closer to each other while solving issues between both of their personalities is absolutely scrumptious. all of them taking the chance to actually TALK because of this horrid situation that basically tripled their trauma is so satisfying to read and it was written SO well

[rattyarts]

oke bit of a tall question, but ive been wondering what transpired between Leo and his exes that led to them all collectively slappin the bug (especially with the most recent post makin me even moar curious)

Huh. This was another one of those questions I could have sworn I had already answered, but it looks like I only talked about it in IMs. So uuuuh, imma just go ahead and summarize ‘em here I guess.

Terry: By far the longest lasting relationship, these two dated for many years and were about to move in together when Terry found out about him being a hitman. This resulted in a big fight, followed by breaking up and cutting off all contact.

Jewel: Met Leo at a tattoo parlor. One of the few relationships that wasn’t entirely an awful unhealthy disaster and they actually got along really well. Like Terry, she eventually found out about the whole hitman thing. Unlike him though, she didn't bring it up and instead immediately ghosted him.

I actually don't think she ever slapped him, thinking about it. Probably would if he didn’t scare the shit out of her.

Gemma: Around the time Leo started becoming a real nasty shitheel. Most of their relationship consisted of series of gradually escalating fights which eventually ended when he called her some.... not very nice words that I won’t repeat here.

She has a decent following on Edge-stagram where she posts pictures of her cool papercraft creations. Good for her! 

Petey: SHITHEEL MODE ENGAGED. Picked Leo up at a bar using the power of peacock. This was apparently not a great basis for a relationship, however, as Petey found himself dumped at the end of the summer when his tail feathers fell out.

Currently a single dad living near the beach, where he sells a variety of tacky overpriced souvenirs and other silly trinkets. 

Brooke: This one actually started off really well, which was a nice change from the previous two... until Leo got bored of them. And cheated on them. Twice.

They found this out, and proceeded to kick his ass. Will gladly do so again.

Finny: I’ve talked about Finny a bit already and I don’t think I have much to add about their relationship, really.

On the plus side, she’s doing better now, living outside the city with her swan maiden girlfriend and their kid.

I got a whole lot of old-ass doodles and comics related to all these, but I think we’ll save the cartoon bug drama for another time.

[ikeromantic]

A Good Start

A mini-fic for @ivyroseartspace featuring Motonari for my 400 Follower Celebration. Approx 2000 words.

August, Motonari, Spicy and Sweet

Motonari called a halt. The chaotic band of mercenaries and pirates didn’t need to be told twice to take a break. It took no time at all for them to find a spot to sit and crack open a bottle. Harsh laughter and song broke out soon after, filling the forest clearing with mirth. Mouri was glad to see their recent escape from Oda lands had done little to hurt morale.

And why should it have? They left with their packs full of loot - and - their hostage. The pretty little princess recently made Nobunaga’s favorite. She was a spicy one. Hot eyes like dark fire and she could give a tongue lashing as well as any first mate.

Naturally, Mouri went looking for her. He told himself it was just to make sure the cargo was secure, but truth - he wanted to see her again. She haunted him. She had since he’d first laid eyes on her, posing as a merchant while she shopped his fabrics. Taking her had been about pleasure as much as business, not that he’d admit it.

He found her quick enough, and right where expected. Sitting between two of his most trusted men. Her face was lit up in a smile as one of the pirates regaled her with a story. The other was quiet, pouring the girl a cup of sake as if he was a servant. And if that wasn’t enough, fetching her a pillow when she shifted a bit on the ground.

“Hey! Yer supposed ta be guarding her, not working like a house-servant!” Motonari broke in on the three of them, interrupting the story.

The princess glanced up at him, her smile fading to a look of distaste. “Could you come back later? I’m busy right now.”

Mouri was struck dumb for a heartbeat. It had been a long time since anyone - especially a woman - tried to order him around.

His men took the silence as a calm before the storm, and quickly stood. “Sorry. We were just keepin’ an eye on her like ya said,” the story-telling pirate shrugged.

“Yeah well I got eyes on her now. Ya go take a break. Some place else.” Motonari watched as they scuttled off, annoyed to see them glance back at the girl before disappearing in the milieu.

For her part, the princess sat primly, sake cup in hand, doing her best to ignore him.

“Come on princess.” Motonari grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The sake spilled to the ground.

“You could have waited til I finished my drink at least,” she hissed.

“I coulda. But if it’s a drink ya want, I can share my flask.” He grinned and patted his belt.

She frowned at him. “What do you want, Mouri?”

What did he want? Motonari spat to the side. “Fire and blood.” He thought about the great battle to come, when all the strongest warlords would fight and the one with the greatest strength would win. And from the ashes of the old world, make a new one. A better one.

The princess crossed her arms. “Let me rephrase. What do you want from me?”

Motonari grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him. He didn’t like to spend a lot of time on words. Explanations were meaningless. Actions mattered.

The girl gave a little shriek of surprise, but fell into step beside him fast enough.

He let his hand slide down her arm, until his fingers twined with hers. He expected she might pull away, but she didn’t. Her smooth palm lay against his, and her fingers squeezed him back, however lightly. Mouri couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at seeing her soft skin next to his calloused, sun-brown arm. They fit together like opposites. He wondered if she saw it too.

“I suppose you aren’t going to tell me where we are going. You must like surprises.” The princess still sounded as angry as a hornet, but she was limping a bit. Probably not used to so much walking.

Motonari stopped a moment, just long enough to pick her up.

She gave another little shriek but didn’t struggle. Much. “This is humiliating,” she huffed.

“Better than blisters. Gonna have ta take a look at yer foot. But fer now, I’ll carry ya. It’s got benefits fer me too.” He chuckled and stroked her rear with one hand.

“I hate you.”

Mouri wasn’t sure if she meant it or not. He’d never been good with women. At least, ones you had to talk to before bedding. He didn’t think she did though, not with the way she leaned against him. She even settled an arm behind his neck - and she wasn’t trying to choke him! “Yer not tha first woman ta tell me that.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Ya are the first I brought here though.” He stopped as he approached a break in the trees. Beyond it, the light wavered and shone from the cloudless afternoon. Beyond it was a narrow band of grass and past that, a cliff edge. Motonari set her down as carefully as he could.

He thought she might take the opportunity to unleash her venom on him again, and was almost looking forward to it. The more fiery she was, the more he wanted her. But her mouth opened only to close again as her eyes went wide.

The view. Beyond the cliff, a forested valley spread out below them. A gold-green paradise filled with bird song and the creaking of branches in the wind. It only left the princess speechless a moment though. She turned to face him, one hand to her hip. “You carried me out here for this?”

Motonari sat down, dangling his legs over the edge. He wondered if she would try to push him. “Sure.” He pulled out his flask and opened it. The whiskey let off a pungent, spicy smell. Like cloves and coriander. He took a sip and held it out to her.

After a moment, she sat down beside him, a little back from the edge. She took the flask and sipped at it, coughing as the heat hit her throat. “Th-thanks,” she said hoarsely.

“Don’t get ta share much with my men. They ain’t interested in the view. Just gold.” He shrugged.

“I’m surprised you are. I mean, isn’t this more of what you want to destroy?”

Motonari took another sip and shared the flask again. The whiskey worked quickly to relax him, between the long walk, the languorous heat, and his empty belly. He already felt that lightness of being almost-drunk. “Nah. Tha cities, tha armies, ya ken. That’s what needs ta go. This -” he gestured to the forest below, “it’s still wild. Still . . . good.”

She didn’t reply, but did drink from the flask.

He took out his pistol, fidgeting with the hammer and frizzen. Why should it matter if she understood? She was just a hostage. Not his first, not even the first pretty one. Yet he found himself anxious for her to understand his goal. Mouri glanced over at her.

She gave him a bittersweet smiled and took another dip from the flask before handing it back.

“I guess I understand,” she said after a moment. “I mean, not really - I don’t agree with you - but I can see why you would want to burn everything down and start over. Probably seems easier than trying to fix things . . .” The princess trailed off.

They sat in amicable silence for awhile, listening to the wind in the trees as they drank.

The princess began to relax, probably from the drink, and leaned back against a stone. Her kimono slid down from her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and the top swell of her breast. She didn’t seem to notice.

Motonari did though. He couldn’t take his eyes from the view when he turned to hand her the flask again. He’d seen plenty of naked women in his time. And in all kinds of situations. But seeing her like this, her fires banked, her walls down . . . it made something in him begin to thaw.

“You know,” she smiled over at him, a relaxed, easy smile this time. “I’d almost think you drugged that flask. I feel so sleepy. But I think it’s the heat. And the long walk.”

“That can take tha piss outta any man. Er woman.” He scooted closer to her, remembering he’d said he would look at her feet. He reached for her leg and undid her shoe.

Belatedly, she realized what he was doing and tried to pull back but he wouldn’t let go. “I can look at that myself!”

“Settle down, princess. It’s just yer foot. If I wanted ta see more, I woulda.”

“Hmmph. Fine. Just watch where you put your hands.” She squirmed a bit, which only made her kimono more disheveled.

Motonari hadn’t intended to, but he found his eyes traveling up her bare leg. Her skin looked soft. Like silk before it was dyed, like the petals on a flower. His fingertips traced a line up her calf.

She shivered. “Th-that’s not my foot!”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “But ya don’t seem ta mind it.”

“I do!” Her cheeks were bright pink, her eyes wide.

“So ya don’t like it when I do this?” He walked his fingers a little further up, brushing the inside of her leg just above the knee.

“N-no!”

Mouri shrugged. “I can stop then.” He caressed her leg as he slid his hand back to her foot. He could feel the way his callouses lightly scraped her and hear the sharp intake of her breath.

For the next several minutes, the somewhat drunken pirate spent the time rubbing a salve onto her feet. She was soft even there, and despite her protest, couldn’t hold back a little groan of pleasure as he rubbed the tension from the soles of her feet.

Then he let go.

She sat there watching him with heavy lidded eyes. “You know,” she said after a moment. “I didn’t mind you . . . touching my- my leg. Much. I feel better now.”

“I can rub a lot more than that, princess.” Motonari laughed.

“Ugh - and this is why I hate you. I can’t even - can’t even -” she yawned.

Unused to alcohol and a full day’s march, she was probably exhausted and too stubborn to admit it. Mouri scooted closer to her. “Come here.”

“What? No! You - you let go of me!” She slapped at his hands as he pulled her between his legs.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna steal yer virtue, princess. Just stop slappin’ me.” He grabbed her hands as he would small birds, his big hands gentle but firm.

After a few more attempts to pull free, she leaned back against him in defeat. “Fine. Then what? You wanted to cuddle?” Her lower lip stuck out in a childish pout.

“Ya know, when ya make that face, all I can think is that ya need ta be kissed.” He let go of her hand to run his thumb over her lips.

“Y-you promised you wouldn’t do anything!”

“That’s not what I said,” he laughed again. “But yer right.” He dropped his hand to her shoulder, and began to gently stroke her neck with his thumb. Small, delicate motions to calm her.

It seemed to work as she relaxed more against him.

“I-if you’re trying to seduce me . . .” she yawned again. “This is . . . a . . . good . . . start.”

Motonari smiled. “Funny thing, princess. I might just be trying to do that.”

She sighed heavily, but she didn’t move. And in no time at all, her eyes closed as she drifted off in peaceful sleep.

Mouri held her close, breathing in the scent of her, enjoying her warmth pressed against him. He didn’t think he’d enjoy this so much. Just holding her. It was a tiny victory in the battle of wills between them, this little afternoon nap. But it felt like so much more. The start of something, though what he could not say.

[wisewidow]

Cloudy With A Chance Of Assassination

PAIRING: Yelena Belova x Reader

SUMMARY: My new girlfriend takes meeting the relatives to a whole new level.

It's cloudy up ahead, but patches of sunlight leak through certain gaps like chinks in the sky's armour, and a warm silver lines the clouds as the sun sets behind them. There are no pink or orange hues in the sunset this cloudy evening, just tinted blue and cream with grey mountains in the distance and muted coloured trees at their bases. I have one hand on the wheel of the car Yelena and I just bought together, a sleek black Fiesta, and the other on my partner in crime's thigh. She has her window rolled down, the high speed we're going at blowing her golden hair everywhere. I drum my fingertips along the wheel as an upbeat song starts to play.

She's lost in the clouds, I can tell. I ask her if she's imagining pictures out of the white puffs, but either the roaring wind at one ear or the song at her other is blocking her from hearing my words.

I squeeze her thigh. She smacks my hand and glances sideways at me, mossy green eyes playful. I allow myself a single glance before looking back at the road. "I asked what you're seeing in the clouds."

She turns the radio dial down. "What?"

I snort. "Nevermind."

"You wanted attention?"

I flip her the bird, earning a boisterous laugh from her. "You were!"

I mimic her accent in a high-pitched voice. "You were totally like, give me attention! Because I'm Yelena Belova and I'm so special!"

"I don't sound like that," she objects. "You once said, and I quote, 'your voice is deep and sexy, like if a dressage horse could speak.'"

I frown. "I don't remember that. Was I drunk?"

"You were trying to outdrink me."

"Oh. Were you cheating? I don't black out that easily."

"No, I wasn't. And yes, you do."

I grumble and turn the radio up again. She hums along to the song, Snap Out Of It by the Arctic Monkeys. We drive until the sun goes down, or at least until I notice her energetic nature die down like a used battery. I search up the nearest motel on my phone and by the time I've pulled in, she's asleep.

I switch the engine off and relax into my seat. I allow myself a few seconds to admire the girl beside me.

I met her through a friend of mine, who lived in the apartment beside hers. I'd visit frequently, and she noticed and eventually grew tired of me oggling her everytime I passed her on the way out. So she coerced me into drinking too much red wine and then sent me over to her door, drunk and giggling.

I didn't know much about her past. She's from Russia, and she sometimes jokes that she's actually a trained assassin. She grew up in a foster home, got close with a girl named Natalia, who ended up living in the Big Apple as a high school teacher with a husband who renovates houses. She calls her every other week before bed, I think, when I spend the night and she thinks I'm asleep. I never hear what they're saying, but I enjoy falling into slumber listening to the soft hum of her voice through the plaster walls.

I admire her small, round, button nose, the even slope of her jawline, her long lashes that brush against her subtly tanned skin. We've only been dating for two months, but I'm positive I'm im love with her. We haven't exchanged those words yet, though. The car is actually our first and only big step.

I gently shake her shoulders to wake her up, and she grumbles sleepily as she shifts and peeks up at me. "Where are we?"

"Motel. Didn't feel like driving home. Come on, lazy bones, let's get you a pillow."

Once we're settled in a room, stripped of jeans and bras so we're just wearing shirts and underwear, I drift off with my head on her shoulder and my hand wrapped around her stomach.

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the dried drool in the corner of my mouth. I don't think much of it other than the teasing I'd endure in the morning when Yelena finds out I drooled on her.

I pull her closer and then frown.

I am holding a pillow.

My girlfriend is not said pillow.

I rub my eyes and sit up. It's still dark outside, and the clock on my phone reads three in the morning. I scan the room for her figure, but I can't see her silhouette lingering in any of the shadowed corners. I frown and push the duvet off of my body, shivering slightly as I maneuver around the bed and into the bathroom.

No sign of her.

I'm starting to get worried.

Quickly, I grab my jeans — at least I think they're mine — and force my legs through them. I slip my phone in my pocket and head to the door.

It's locked, which doesn't make sense, because my current assumption that Yelena had gone out for a quick smoke would mean that she wouldn't have gone far enough to warrant locking the door.

I swallow down the bad feeling in my gut and step outside.

The upper wrap-a-round level of the motel showed no people in sight. I head to the stairs and down to the front desk, where a young man with purple streaks in his hair sits, droopy-eyed and scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" I ask tentatively, rubbing the goosebumps off my arms. I hadn't brought my jacket.

His eyes flick up to meet mine. "Sir? You're friendlier than your girlfriend."

"I'm assuming you mean the blonde, very pretty, homicidal-looking woman I came in with?"

He sighs, turning his phone down. "Look, this is a motel. Things like this happen a lot. My advice is to run before the wife sees you."

I stare at him blankly.

He stares back.

"Uh, what?"

"A tall redheaded woman came by, stole your girl for a talk. They were squabbling about you. I assumed . . . oh. You didn't know. Well, who knows, could be a relative or something."

My heart hammers against my ribcage wildly. I have to keep reminding myself that Yelena loves me, that she wouldn't cheat on me, or cheat on anyone else with me, or . . . I feel myself becoming pale. Her scars, I'd never thought much of them, but with her mysterious past, and this mysterious paramour? She was running away from the woman who had now found her.

"Where did they go?" I demand, anger rushing through my veins.

He shakes his head, looking sympathetic. "I've seen this play out before, trust me when I say you don't want to confront—"

"Tell me where they went or I will make you swallow your own fist."

He recoils. "Christ, fine, they're in the parking lot. For the record, I hope you get a good slappin'!"

I speed walk out of the motel and around the back, adrenaline rushing. I stop when I spot two figures under a streetlight by my car, one taller and waving her arms around as she speaks and the other, unmistakably my Yelena, glaring up with her arms crossed.

I march over to them. Their heads snap in my direction almost immediately. The redheaded woman pulls out a gun and aims it at me.

I yelp and freeze, hands up in surrender. Yelena yells something in Russian and smacks the weapon out of her hands before rushing towards me. "(Y/N), what are you doing?"

"We're leaving," I say, completely freaked out. "Right now. You run, tell the guy in the office to call 911. I'll fight her off."

"What? No! (Y/N), this is my sister! She's just paranoid."

I gape at her. "I thought she was a science teacher!"

"I told you we should have met somewhere else," the redhead hisses.

Yelena spits back in Russian.

"No, no Russian! Explanation, now!" I turn to the woman. "You're Natalia?"

"Natasha."

"Okay, Natasha the science teacher who owns a gun, what are you doing here?"

Her lips tighten into a fine line. "I'm not a science teacher, I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I wasn't expecting Yelena to have company when I came here to drag her back home."

Yelena starts spurting more angry Russian words that mean nothing to me as I try to process what's happening. The two sisters argue for a solid two minutes while I decide I must be dreaming.

The lies. The scars. The mystery. The jokes about being an assassin.

This is a living nightmare.

I turn and walk away.

Yelena calls out, "(Y/N)! Wait!"

I don't stop until I've reached our room, where I promptly grab my jacket and bra and shove them in my bag.

"(Y/N), don't leave," Yelena begs when she catches up, blocking the doorway with her body. "Let me explain, love, please."

"Get out of my way," I snap.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't turn around as she closes the door and backs up against it as if to provide another barrier between me and the world she's trying to hide.

"Yelena," I warn.

"Let me explain," she pleads.

I stare her down, but she doesn't seem to be budging any time soon. I drop my bag on the floor and sit on the bed with my arms crossed, glaring at her. "Fine. Enlighten me."

She slowly eases away from the door. "I didn't lie to you about everything. I'm one hundred percent Russian, and I consider Natalia to be my sister, and we did grow up together. But we were trained together, too. As assassins."

"Fuck," I mutter.

She kneels down in front of me. "I got away from that life, I swear. And I met you and everything after that was the realist thing I'd ever had. I really love video games, and I really love your pancakes, and I really, really love you."

My glare softens.

"Even if you can't cook," she says.

I give her a semi-playful, semi-annoyed shove.

"You said be honest, don't hit me!"

I stand up and pace the room nervously. This time, she sits down on the bed. I mutter under my breath, gnawing on my thumbnail, until, finally, I sit down beside her.

"Okay, deal breaker. Do you know Captain America?"

[devilslinks]

— no thoughts, just slappin' a dynamax band over your cock. the curiosity of the outcome was more alluring than the safety of your body; so it's a pleasant surprise to discover that there's no negative effects whatsoever. just you and your humongous cock and perfectly hung balls that all the gym leaders thirst over; they practically drool at the sight of you every chance they get. it's like a little harem of needy sluts who are so dickdrunk that even regarding your past relations with them, they're totally whipped for you.

it's just fate that you've managed to gather up all the leaders across the galar region. they're all in one place at last, scuffling over who gets to be the first one to test your hungry cock. of course, being the kind soul you are have no choice but to let them all get a sample, no? who wouldn't. leon is the first to volunteer as the others rebuttal and voice their displeasure— he keeps babbling about the fact he's the champion and that he should be first served. all the while you stretch and fill him full of the delicious, white cum he so desperately mewls for while he's pressed against your sultry hips, bodies snapping together with lewd slaps of the skin.

after it's all said and done, and your little groupies are stuffed to the brim, just as they pleaded. they pop the notorious question; a must ask for any lot of people battling for someone or something. who's pretty hole was your personal favorite, who would you choose to serve you above all else? oh how obvious the answer to their selfish inquiry was— you wasted no time before the long anticipated answer was revealed. it hurt your heart to see various the expressions of defeat and shattered hearts as the array of cult-like gym leaders shamefully resumed whatever consumed their afternoon before they payed your invitation a visit. but it couldn't be helped, one hole was so much more desirable compared to the ones layed out for you to use up whenever you pleased.

“oh? who did i prefer? how could i resist you.. ___”