#WHAT THE FUUUUUU

[avatarofthetired]

HOLY SHIT THE BIFROST INCIDENT?!?!?!

THE LORE IS WILDDDD

OUTER GODS?!?!

REALITY WARP?!?!

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK

[rocketrouquine]

Ma’am ? The fuck? Are you me ? She dropped more references than I could count and every one and each of them are faves. And she named drop Watanabe and CowBoy Bebop ??!! Ma’am Sir ! Starting now, you have a ride or die fan.

[bazpango]

“On the night of my death,

your despair was so loud

that I could hear it

clawing through the earth to find me.

All the men screaming, begging,

still could not drown out the

wailing of your hands.”

—Caitlyn Siehl

[forgetriestowrite]

hi continuing my reread of trc and I just got to the point in the dream thieves where Ronan talks about the stories of his childhood and

Aurora’s favorite story is the movie Pygmalion and Niall’s favorite story is Alice in Wonderland and uh

that’s fucked up

hey Maggie

what the fuck

wHAT THE FUCK

W H A T T H E F U—

[itiswormtimebaby]

@joshosuna: Little recap from @loewe show!

[betasuppe]

Applied to a job posting as a sort of... joke? As interviewing experience? Idk, something not so seriously & long story short - I'll be driving out to the coast tomorrow & I'm thinking there's like a solid 98% chance I'm gonna get a job offer & I may have to move to the beach.

What.

The fuck.

[themyscirah]

I very much know this is because Jessica Cruz's origin story was written by Geoff Johns in a shitty comic, but by God is there so much going on there. Like damn.

Like there's the really, genuinely compelling stuff, for example the presence of ring horror and loss of control w Jess and Power Ring/Volthoom + the implications of that (character wise, both before and after JL 50) which is just SO interesting (and angsty!) to me personally

But then there's also more plot holes than you can shake a stick at as well (where did Jess get her ring. Guys it just showed up who died where did she get it from GUYS-)

All interspersed between some of the worst character writing for other Justice League members in existence (Wondy fans you know what I mean) and crazy ass plots out there

[nobie]

finds a multi part completed fic with your fav ship and has all the romance tropes you love. you get cozy to start reading. got your water maybe a snack….then someone calls you.

[lighthouseas]

i loooooove redheaded women. why won't they kiss me

[evilminji]

You know what's my JAM?

Extremes being treated as the Serious Dangers they ARE, even when they aren't "oooh its a spooky Grey morality and BADness!" Extreme.

Like? No, people. ALL of them are bad. They are ALL face melting dangerous. The void may crush your soul, but look upon the Face Of GOD? Not gonna be having a fun time! Doesn't MATTER if he's a cool dude! Face melting!

We are creatures of BALANCE. Tiny, fragile, little motes of dust. That can only exsist in the careful, blended, dances of territories and powers that be. We squishy.

Ghosts? Less squishy.

Poor impulse control, too. Especially ones with Fenton genetics. ABSOLUTELY ones with Fenton genetics and a trauma based aversion to therapy. That one? Pretty hardy. Made pretty tough, what with being Fates third favorite chew toy. But? Still gets the Sads, you know? The slightly longer then just seasonal depression.

Would medicine and some therapy help? Oh like a dream!

If medicine WORKED on his Ectoplasmicly contaminated ass. And he TRUSTED therapists.

But... surely, Danny thinks, as he sits grossly in his Depression sweatpants and eats suspect pizza on the floor of his moldering shoebox of an apartment, there must be SOME way to address his Depression? He should... he should DO something about it. Take a break maybe. Look up some ghost doctors or something.

.....

Oooooooooor..... >.>

He could break out that OMENIOUS af, bound in suspect leather, Big Book Of Forbidden Knowledge(TM) that he got from Pariah's.... what, fourth? Fifth? Library? Fuck that Lair is huge. He's STILL cleaning it out and it's been over half a decade. He swears it spawns more floors just to mock him. Bastard. Don't know HOW a building can be a Bastard, but it sure found A WAY.

Anyway!

Book it is! *horrifying Eldritch light as he opens it* huh. Neat. Comes with its own visual effects. *another bite of suspect pizza* Funky.

And so! Danny, the depressed King Of The Zone... fucks of to go cheer himself up in the Fields Of Bliss(TM), an area of Absolute Bliss. Which! Sounds GREAT in theory, now don't it? Lovely even.

Remember that little comment about extremes?

You can ENTER those fields. But no one leaves. No one CAN. The deeper you go? The more doomed you become. Less will to do anything at all. Eat, talk, move. So much as think. Like ALL extreme "Goods", it sounds lovely, but the reality is no gentle little thing.

It's a glue trap.

But how could Danny have known? Honestly, who would have TAUGHT him? Textbooks can only go so far, after all. And placing blame will not rescue the young monarch.

I imagine it's one of his helpers that pieces together what's happened. Come for further clarification on WHERE exactly he wants certain statues moved. Only? Your Majesty? Your Majesty...? Where ever could he BE? Oh? He's left out some of his books. Well, I'll just assist by putting them away for-.....

Oh.

OH ANCIENTS, NO.

But! What can the poor man DO? Ghosts are Beings of Will, Emotion, and Obsession. Were it some sort of Holy Blade or Sentient Tree, you know, something INDIVIDUAL with a will they could FIGHT? Oh no problem. But an area of effect? Especially an EMOTIONAL area of effect!? Ooooooh, this is bad. The Zone can't AFFORD to lose ANOTHER King!

We JUST GOT THIS ONE!!!

Wait. He's heard that there's an organization for this! That loudly cursing fellow who got violently thrown back into the Zone. "Ruined his fun" and all that! Perfect! He'll just hire THEM!

Smashcut? To a nice, peaceful, everybody's screaming Justice League Meeting. John's cursing life, extremely hungover. Zatana still has three cracked ribs. Wonder Woman is enjoying the new sword she... liberated... mid battle. Truely stunning craftsmanship. When?

Knock Knock!

Heads swivel. There... is a glowing green... accountant? Dandy? Dandy accountant. With an equally radioactive day glow green Actual Pirate's Chest Of Treasures, floating next to him. In the void of space; Just beyond the glass. What, the, fuuuuuu-

He seems to be under the impression they are some sort of Heroic mercenaries. And has come to request the retrieve-

"NNNNNOPE! Pariah can SHOVE it!" Snarls a suddenly very awake John Constantine, sitting up straight for the first time in hours. The rest of Dark grimly nod in agreement. Let the fucker rot. It's a kinder fate then he deserves.

No, no, NO! King PHANTOM! Pariah's SUCCESSOR by right of combat! They are not, and were never, allied in any way!

Well, all right then. Road trip to save a young idiot then.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

[uweiy]

USOPP OMG

WHY IS THE ENTIRE CAST SO DAMN ATTRACTIVE

[prettymeredith]

Fantasy of the Day: Domme-y Mommy

"Just because you're 1,500 miles away from your parents doesnt excuse you from needing to be a responsible adult.

I rolled my eyes once more, last thing I wanted right now was a lecture. "God you're starting to sound like my moth- Hahahaha!!"

"Excuse me young lady, what was that?"

I panicked, shrieking with giggles. She KNOWS that I dispise being tickled. Nonetheless, things like this happen when your Mistress knows you've been being a brat.

"I'm sorry Mommy! I-HAY-am sorr'hehehe Mommy! Hahahaha... Stoooop!!"

"This was NOT what we did last time we were in he-HEHEHE-re, Ahh-hahaha!!" Her fingers jotled me like shocks of electric torment.

"Parties, skipping work, those tramps you call friends? Oh cutie, you're on a path of destruction and can't even see it. Listen to Mommy, because another makeout session isn't going to make me forget when the rent is due on the 1st."

Betraying my trust and tricking me into a ticklish lecture was SO not cool. Cackling under her fingertips, I felt outsmarted, and my only choices now we're to listen and suffer.

"Where are you gonna go huh? Go on, tell your Mommy that you're a big girl and know how to take care of yourself. Make me believe it."

With sensitive thighs and a deep hatred for tickle torture, someone in my position feels quite compelled to say whatever it is one wants to here.

"FUUuuUU-CK YOU'HOUHOU HAHAhhHaha!! I'll go to work I PRO-HAHAHA-MIS!! Mommmyyy'hehehehe!?!"

After about a dozen more minutes of having my entire body scratched, raked, poked, and handled, and after about two dozen desperate 'I'm Sorrys' I think we we're able to hear each other out.

"I'm sorry Mommy... Oh Gawwwwd hahaha, I'll be good... I swear...! Hehehe... Mommy~~!"

[queeneamidala]

𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

{𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎}

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Joel never knew what summer felt like. Until he met you.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fluffy fluff fluffiness. Pining!Joel. Jackson!Joel. Post-Outbreak. Soft!Joel. Some alcohol consumption. (Age gap or no age gap, you decide). Close proximity. Joel is disgustingly in love. Light swearing. Coffee consumption. Flippin’ POVs like a burger at McDonald’s. Slow burn. Like, slooooooooow. Sort of kind of proofread (don’t hurt me). F!Reader, but has no description of any kind, so it’s all you bby <3

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: <3k

ᴬ/ᴺ: Baby’s first fic!!! God, I’m so nervous. I really hope you guys enjoy it! This literally came to me while I was manic as fuuuuuu- and it was inspired by a Taylor Swift song (don’t judge!) So far I’ve written 2 1/2 parts, I think I’ll post part 2 this Sunday? Theres a LOT more to unpack in part 2, so stick around… Please let me know what you think!!! Likes, reblogs, comments, anything and everything is appreciated!! Thank you and happy reading <3

~*~*~

Joel was eating idly in the cafeteria when he heard Ellie’s voice. He glanced back, and noticed her talking to a woman he had seen around the town of Jackson. She was a friend of Tommy and Maria’s, he knew that much. But, he hadn’t spoken a word to her.

She was beautiful, but that was just a general observation.

You were beautiful, and he had made this observation several times while passing you by in town. He had noticed you speaking to nearly every person in town. You had a very easy going air about you, friendly. Open.

So, he steered clear. Forming personal connections outside of immediate family was not something he was keen on. He has had a life fraught with grief, seen and done unspeakable things. He wasn’t meant to be loved, not after everything he’s done.

But, the way you talked to Tommy, Maria, and now Ellie more and more often had Joel at an uncomfortably close proximity to you. Your presence was drawing near, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

He sort of didn’t want to stop it.

But, just when he thought you were going to approach the table to sit, you broke away from Ellie and walked to a different table. He felt something drop in his chest. Was that really disappointment that he felt?

“Makin’ friends?” Joel questioned as Ellie sat down, and she snorted.

“Right. ‘Cause I have friends.” She said dryly, and Joel cocked up an eyebrow.

“Looks like it.”

“You could use a friend.” Ellie replied, and Joel shifted a bit uncomfortably.

“I don’t need anyone.” He said into his food, and Ellie made a face, rolling her eyes.

“Everybody needs at least someone.”

Joel’s eyes shifted to you sitting at the table just across from them. Your smile was radiant, and he felt something twist in his chest.

No.

He wasn’t meant to be loved.

~*~*~

Winter was coming, and the people in town were preparing. You were busy but still managed to make time for people. For everyone really. Joel was almost envious about how easy you talked to people. He didn’t have the same talent, and he was fine with that.

So, one day, when he was called upon a house to help with some faulty wiring, he was taken aback when it was your house he was called to.

You didn’t need help. Not really. You were fairly self sufficient, and made your own way through town. Joel knew this, and it made him nervous when you called upon him specifically to make sure you were prepared for the wintertime.

But, he took his toolkit and went to your place. The door was open, but…

You weren’t home.

He felt disappointment in his chest again. He shook it off though and walked to the side of the house outside. He opened the box and began to work diligently, his mind wandering to other things.

“You look so serious.” A voice said, and Joel jerked back like he had been electrocuted. His head swiveled to the side and he saw you standing there, leaning against the side of the house with your arms crossed. You looked so effortless and cool, and-

How long had you been standing there?

“Job’s gotta get done.” Joel said, gesturing to the box, “as you requested.”

You nodded, and a smile creeped into your face that he hadn’t seen before. He had seen you smile plenty of times- laughing and talking with the people in town, with Maria, with Ellie. But this felt different. Or was he just imagining it?

“Yeah, you came highly recommended.” You said, and Joel scoffed, turning back to the box and tried to get back to work. But, he was horrible at multitasking, especially when it came down to you while he was preoccupied with something else.

“Don’t sell yourself short. Ellie was insistent that you were the best the town had.” You said, and Joel lost his concentration and nearly dropped the screwdriver he held.

Christ, I’m gonna kill that girl.

He furrowed his brow like nothing happened and kept working. He was definitely going to talk to Ellie later. The last thing he needed was the whole town to be depending on him for maintenance.

But for you…? Well, it wasn’t so bad.

“Sorry I wasn’t there to receive you. Work held me up.” You said, gesturing behind you. Joel finally flicked a switch and the box buzzed to life. He felt himself deflate a bit. Guess it was time for him to go.

“No worries.” He said, putting his tools back in the toolbox and stood straight. He held the box in hand, and regarded you with soft brown eyes. You pushed off the corner of the house, and smiled that smile of yours.

“You… let me know if there’s- if there’s anythin’ else.” Joel said, trying to keep it drawn out but it sounded rushed to his ears. He nodded minutely and you stepped out of the way.

“Thank you. It means more to me than you know.” You said, and shifted, your shoulders brushing by accident. Joel simply nodded, and made his way home.

He rubbed his arm after a few minutes of walking, and swore he felt warmth there.

~*~*~

Tommy and Joel were sitting at the local “bar” (if you could even call it that) and were talking over a few drinks.

You had requested Joel’s help two more times now. Both small and trivial, but Joel was more than happy to help. You weren’t there the second time he came, but when he was there the third time, you offered him coffee. He was an idiot, and turned you down. But, that smile never wavered.

“Next time.” You said.

Next time, Joel thought. There was going to be a next time? He hoped so.

“I see you’re helping some people out. Good for you to get some socializing in.” Tommy noted after taking a sip of his drink. Joel shrugged,

“It’s fine, I guess. Just doin’ my part.” He said. Tommy nodded, and regarded his brother with a peculiar expression. Joel felt like he was plotting something, but didn’t have time to really think about it before a voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Well, you two look like you’re having fun. Mind if we cut in?” Maria questioned, and Joel barely looked up, until it registered in his mind.

We?

You settled into the seat beside Joel while Maria took the one by Tommy, boxing the boys in. Joel instinctively stiffened, and hoped you didn’t notice. If you did, you didn’t show it.

“What are we drinking tonight, boys?” You questioned, and Joel glanced at you. He cleared his throat, looking down, and held up his glass slightly.

“Whatever they’re trying to pass off as beer.” He said, and you looked at him. He felt like a deer in the headlights, watching you look at him. It felt like time was suspended, and he gulped. But, you smiled like it was nothing and turned to the bartender.

“I’ll have what he’s having.” You said, jutting your thumb at Joel. The bartender slid the glass into your hand with ease. Joel thought everything you did was effortless. You certainly made it seem so.

It dawned on him that Tommy and Maria were knee-deep in their own conversation, promptly blocking off you two. Joel felt put on the spot, under your eye.

“Thanks for all your help by the way.” You said, taking a sip of the beer. Joel nodded, his brown eyes casting down to his beer.

“Anytime.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. It wasn’t lost on you that Joel was slowly becoming a bigger part of the community. He wasn’t just keeping to himself, but helping others with house repairs or such. You hadn't seen him offer such services until you had reached out to him.

But, he didn’t do it for them. He knew that deep down inside.

He did it for you.

“I gotta say, Mr. Miller, you’re an enigma.” You said with a light laugh. Joel’s eyebrows furrowed, and felt his stomach lurched at you saying his name, even if it was his last name.

“A what?”

“An enigma. You know; a mystery, something hard to explain.”

“I ain’t no mystery.” He said, shaking his head. You grinned, and tilted your head to the side. Joel felt his mouth go dry, so he took a sip of his beer to quell it.

“Okay, okay.” You said, shrugging and turned your gaze across the bar. He felt your elbows becoming achingly close. If he just shifted just slightly, he could feel you against him.

But, he’s not meant-

“Mind if I stop by tomorrow?” You said so abruptly that it threw his thoughts off.

“Sorry?”

“I got Ellie a new book. Something about space and aliens and shit. Something I think she’d like.” You said. Joel felt a twinge of appreciation there. So, somebody was looking after Ellie besides him. He liked that. It warmed his hardened heart.

“Sure. You can drop it off.” He said, and he stole a glance your way. You were grinning, but trying to hide it. You took a sip of your beer to try to mask it, but he could see the way the corners of your lips quirked up.

“I’ll be there then.”

~*~*~

Joel had waited for you for a day or two. He found reasons to stay home, claiming he wasn’t feeling well, that he was sick. So, when you finally knocked on his door towards the end of the second day, he was surprised to find you holding a dish in your hand as well as the book.

“Heard you weren’t feeling well. Made you a little something.” You said so casually it was like you were talking about the weather. But, Joel was floored. You heard about him, and went out of your way to do something for him?

He felt bad for faking his illness. But, the fact you did this? It made him… feel.

“Thank you.” He said, and went to take it but then paused. You laughed,

“I don’t care about getting sick. Here.” You said, and handed him the dish, barely crossing over the threshold. He took it gingerly, and looked down at it. Whatever it was, it looked damn good.

“Do you… would ya want to come in?” He offered. You suddenly beamed, and god, if that wasn’t a sight to see, Joel thought there wouldn’t be anything better in the world.

“If you want.” You responded, and Joel moved to let you inside. As you passed, he could smell your soap, or personal scent- whatever it was, he felt lightheaded in the best way. He closed the door and walked to the kitchen, you following him along.

“I also have the book. Hope Ellie’s not too mad it took me so long.” You laughed and set the book on the kitchen table. Joel walked to the other side, setting down the dish.

“‘M sure she won’t mind.” He said, and his eyes shifted to you. You and all your beauty, your kindness, the way your eyes smiled even while you were sharing a passive look.

“Do you want some coffee?” He questioned, and there he went, sounding rushed again. He just wanted you to stay, to share you sunlight with him just a bit longer.

When you agreed to it, he got busy. He nearly knocked off the mugs off the counter trying to prepare everything. You sat at the table, and glanced down at the book. Joel looked back to see your attention on something else other than him, and felt a little more at ease.

“I got a patrol coming up.” You said, and Joel poured the dark liquor into one of the faded mugs. He turned and carried it to you at the table, sitting across from you.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. This will be my first one.” You said, and he could see for the first time something else in your expression- anxiety. Fear.

He didn’t like it, to see you facing such emotions. He wished he could wrap them all up and throw them away. Whatever it took to see your smile again.

“Who’ya going with?”

“Jim Harris.” You replied with a nod, and Joel sat up a bit straighter. He didn’t like Jim, he always came off as loud and imposing. He didn’t have the best reputation when it came to women, either. He was rude and disrespectful, and there had been some complaints about harassment made against him.

“I see.” He said. Why did anyone assign you with Jim Harris, of all people? They knew of his ways and his complaints. The last thing they needed was to put you with him, all while alone.

No, he wouldn’t stand for that.

“I’ll get ‘em to switch things around. I’ll go with you.” He said, and nodded with finality. You looked at him, a bit surprised if not shocked.

“Oh. You really don’t have to-“

“I insist. I can get some strings pulled so you won’t have to be near him. Besides, I just… I can’t stand someone like him being near you. It ain’t right.” He said, his fingers gripping the coffee mug a bit tighter at the thought of Jim laying even a finger on you. You looked at Joel, the shock really settling in now. Joel was unaware of the gravity of his words in the moment, something he would regret later. Not that he said them, but that he hadn’t said more.

“… Thank you.” You said quietly. Joel looked at you, and felt his chest bloom with warmth. Your words, though short and few, were filled with gratitude and relief that didn’t go unnoticed by Joel.

“Anything you need, darlin’.” He said, the name rolling off his lips before he could stop himself. You smiled, and Joel would have given you the moon right then and there if you asked.

He cleared his throat as if it would clear the air, and he visibly relaxed. Knowing you would be under his care and away from Jim Harris’ whole being made him feel better. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a strong need to be by your side when the time for patrol comes. It just felt right that he would be there to protect you.

“A true southern gentleman.” You mused as you took a sip of your coffee. Joel’s face flushed, and he averted his gaze, and began to speak but you cut him off.

“I like it.”

Joel felt the ghost of a smile on his lips, and he glanced at you, shrugging.

“Old habits die hard, I guess.” He said, and rubbed the back of his neck. He could feel his hair curling under his fingertips as he did so. He needed a haircut, and sorely.

But, the town was lacking a barber, so he figured he would do it himself one of these days.

“A good habit to have.” You said, and he chuckled.

“Whatever you say, da-“ but he quickly cut himself off and hurriedly spoke your name instead. You smiled, regardless of what he called you. He found he liked saying your name. It felt personal, more grounded to reality. He was having a hard time grappling with reality ever since you crossed the threshold of his home. He couldn’t believe you were here, in his kitchen, drinking his coffee. He wanted this moment to last as long as time would allow- he would commit it to memory. Every word, every glance, every piece.

He found he did that often with you- just taking in any bit of you you had to offer, when he was feeling brave enough.

“I gotta get back.” You said, and stood up, rubbing your hands together to conserve the warmth of the coffee mug. Joel stood up, and nodded hurriedly, though he already felt the air grow cold at the absence of your presence.

“Of course. I’ll… I’ll walk you out.” He said, and stood up as well. He walked with you to the door at a snail’s pace, and you talked about your work for the rest of the day. The walk was all too short, and Joel’s hand rested on the doorknob. He looked at you, his brown eyes taking you in before he released you back to the world.

“Take it easy. I’ll see you on patrol. Okay?” He said, and you gave him that gut wrenching smile. Could have brought him to his knees if you so desired.

“Sounds good, Joel.” You said, and he opened the door, the chill coming in as you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself. You smiled and gave him the lightest wave, and headed out into the cold Texas winter.

He watched you go, and his name still hung in the air. Despite the door being open, the cold sweeping in, he felt warm.

Oh, he was such a goner.

~*~*~

Part Two out now!

[mewvore]

never played fallout new vegas, currently like 6 hours in, I genuinely didn't know what I was getting into.

once I got out of goodsprings and went buck wild and killed the convicts-turned-wannabe gangsters the Powder Gangers for their attempts at strong arming a town of nice people, I stopped by an NCR checkpoint. a lookout asked me to go visit a town a little ways away and I was like sure no problem, only to get there and see powder gangers had been crucified, beheaded, and burned alive by a man wearing a dog on his head. there was a lot of talk about this Legion purging sins, evil people etc etc but the thing that made me go "huh?" was when a survivor of this event said they took slaves. I thought "oh okay I should go free those slaves because thats the right thing to do okay game I see what you want me to do"

I go to the camp that has the slaves and I should have known but I was genuinely surprised its two powder gangers tied up. I know letting them go will probably make the Legion members mad but I stopped and thought wow didn't I kill like 20 of these guys, and they all hate me already. should I even bother? and I was genuinely conflicted about what to do, I'm definitely not pro slavery but these guys suck. I figured okay I'll kill these slaves, the Legion will be pissed that I took out their potential labor force or whatever and I'll make an enemy in both the Legion and Powders. So I kill one of the guys tied up and got ready to fight, only for no karma notification to pop up, no aggression, just all the Legion members in the camp echoing in unison

"A good kill."

and that's what made me feel like more of a monster than killing scores of those gangsters randomly like what the fuuuuuu

[istealyourpunchlines]

This is the season finale to tumblr ngl, immaculate work y’all

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

[pynkricee]

Sorry Mr. Tease....

"Choso stop teasing me like that... it's not funny. I was horny and you stopped it..."

Her face was so cute when she looked upset, I couldn't help but tease her some more and get her stired up..."Awww poor baby... My baby girl is mad cause I moved your hand away from my dick huh.."

Balling up her little fist, she nugged me in the arm. "Shut it Cho... " Her face was red as a can of paint while her arms were crossed and her head turned to keep me from looking in her eyes. The blush from her embarrassment changed her beautiful skin tone to a chestnut shade with a hint of pink that I couldn't help but laugh about. "Stop making fun of me.." He nugged me again but even harder this time and it was too cute with her lip poked out.

(She wasn't going to get away with that one..)

Sneering the corners of my mouth I grabbed both her wrist, forcing her hands to my stomach, moving closer and closer to my private area. "You play to fucking much y/n.." I let out a mischievous laugh pulling her hands down closer.. "It's my turn to play now.." I could feel her trying to jerk away but she wasn't going any fucking where.

"Choso what are you trying to ..."

"Don't worry about it since I'm this so called big tease.."

She forcefully ripped her grip from. Which surprised cause baby girl was strong..

She immediately climbed on top of me, stradding me on the couch. She took off her shirt, throwing it up against the wall.. her beautiful bare breast perked up in front of me. I wanted nothing more but to taste them . Caress them around my wet tongue. I had no idea what she was about to do but I was ready..

Leaning over she forced her tongue in my mouth pushing myself back as I moaned from surprise. Our mouths were having a nasty, full on battle til I felt her cold hands quickly pull my shirt off, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. My lips were wet with her saliva and I couldn't do nothing more but lick it off.

Breaking the kiss, she then stood up, holding her hand out to me. So I took it standing up facing her. She was so tiny.. my baby.. my princess. Whatever the hell she wanted to do with me.. I would let her....

Biting her juciy big bottom lip she wrapped her thumbs around the inside of my pants using her weight to pull them down as she fell bent down to the floor. Lifing my legs up one by one, she took and threw the pants to the wall. She then stood back up not breaking eye contacts ad I tilted my head to her, gleaming my eyes into hers..

"What the fuck..." Her push caught me off guard as she used her weight to push me down on the couch as she then straddled me , wrapping her legs on each side. Her soaking wet pussy dripping on dick as I leaned in forward using my tongue to lick her top lip. "SO.... this is when you're suppose to fuck the shit out of me huh?"

"Nah.... I'm not ganna fuck the shit outta you.. Ima put you to sleep..." Her warm hand wrapped around my erect penis. The precum was already dripping from my dick as she slowly slid me inside her.

"Shiiiiiiiittttt...Baby.... Fuuuuuu" Her pussy was so wet as she began to rock her hips roughly back and forth... I had no choice other than to grab and dig my nails in hips. Her moans filled the walls and my ears. The way an echo would bounce in the movie theater is the way it sounded right now as my moans fought with hers..

"Cho... baby.. I wanna make you cum.. ! " Her panting got harder as her lips rubbed up against mine. Both of our mouths opened, breathing against each other. My tongue licking the front of her teeth... "I'm tryna fuck your head up to only think about me baby.."

"Is..is that right baby?" I moaned leaning back , shooting my dick into her harder, touching her g-spot. Her pussy walls clenching to around my throbbing penis. My left hand gripping the skin off her ass as my right reached up grabbing her breasts, stroking her nipple. My hand went from her nipple straight to the back of her neck as I yanked her into my mouth, giving her this wet sloopy kiss that she couldn't resist.

My buns started to come undone as I could feel my dick on the verge of exploding. I then let out a load moan grabbing her hip even harder as her pussy was digging deeper ontop of my dick with her ass clapping from behind. Her juices making her ass clap harder on my lap as the splashes mixed with my cum hit my inner thighs.

"God Damnitttt Shiitttttt .... y/n...." I groaned grabbing the back of her head as much teeth sunk into the side of her neck.

"I told you...I'd fuck your mind up Choso.. " She was panting so hard her nipples stood attention from her shivers.

I pulled her back into my mouth, pushing my tongue against hers as we both were steady moaning.. my hips still slowly moving as my cum still filled her.

Breaking the kiss I looked her in the eyes..giving her that evil grin that always made her pussy drip...

" Hmmmm.. I don't wanna hear that shit.."I smiled as my lips softly touched hers..