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biteofcherry · 1 year ago

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: forest + “I can hear you breathing.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

The Sacred Hunt

Curtis Everett x reader

summary: Traditions were sacred. You were always vehement in seeing to that. But you never considered that at some point you may become a core part of one of your people's traditions.

warnings: sliiight dub-con (not really, but just to be sure); chase kink of sorts; arranged relationship (kinda); exp**cit se*ual content; loss of vir-g-i-n-ity;

Author's Note: This is a story of firsts - my first fic written on new laptop and my first time writing something for Curtis! @stargazingfangirl18 you kinda deflowered my Curtis virginity here with your prompt 🤣 I hope the wild mess of it will be a sufficient sacrifice to sate you.

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Smoky scent of bonfires has dispersed into warmed aroma of pine and ferns the further you got into the forest. The wild beat of music and pounding of feet stomping to the rhythm, as people danced in celebration, completely died out. There was only the spooky hoot of owls hidden in the tree nooks.

And the echo of your heart, thundering rapidly in your chest.

You crossed the point of expected escape quite a while ago; stopping only for a second to look at the prepared bedding on the forest floor, before you bolted further.

You shouldn't have done that, you knew. But you couldn't make yourself to simply wait there for the champion to appear in his scary glory and seal your fate.

The Hunt was sacred.

While other seasonal celebrations were approached with variously eager engagement, all the villages in the area went beyond reason to organize this night. To show deepest kind of gratitude to the best hunter of past seasons.

The Hunt happened only once a decade, taking into consideration all of young and older hunters who provided for all the villages throughout the seasons. Elders chose the one most worthy of the title and bountiful benefits.

Each household provided a gift for the Hunter, from a barrel of mead, to a roll of silk.

The greatest prize, however, was a bride.

Each village appointed a female of age, ripe for the taking. It was considered an honor and, to be quite honest, was a position desired by many women.

Any of them could say no; they could decline the offer and wouldn't be forced to participate. They simply never wanted to say no.

You admitted you were one of those women, as well. To be wed to a husband who is strong, hard working and respected; to have your pantry and chests filled with gifts at the start of your married life.

Truly, you gasped in disbelief, then almost jumped in joy, when the elders picked you as one of the betrothed to choose from. Perhaps the honor of being chosen was enough, as it also put additional value to you as a wife for any other men who would be looking for a bride once The Hunter rejected you.

But then, as you stood in a semi circle with few other young women and The Hunter stepped into the light cast by the biggest bonfire, your elation skittered into fear.

The elders chose Curtis.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. He was the one who brought the biggest prey, who showed inhuman endurance during long, freezing winter hunts. He protected your villages from Wilford's raids and got rid of the tyrant permanently.

Yes, Curtis definitely deserved the title and the gratitude.

And a dutiful bride to share a life with him and ease his burdens.

But staring at him as he walked out of the shadows, you felt yourself cowering away. Curtis was big and intimidating. His naked chest bore scars, his corded muscles flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Wolf pelt was thrown over his shoulders, the hollowed head of the animal resting atop Curtis' head, shiny animal teeth glinting right above Curtis' astonishingly blue eyes.

He was a quiet and brooding type, rarely smiling for anyone. You couldn't imagine sharing a warm, soft moment with him.

Though you certainly could imagine a rough and heated communication of bodies...

When Curtis stopped in front of you and offered you his hand, you felt like fleeing that very moment. Yet your trembling fingers slipped into his large hand; your world narrowing to the brutal shades dancing on Curtis' face, as everyone else disappeared from your peripheral vision.

A cup of mead was given to Curtis and he took a sip before lifting it to your lips. Without taking your eyes off of him, you swallowed the thick, sweet drink; felt it's heat fill your veins.

Then you were led to the edge of the clearing where a line of torches and flower garlands were forming an entrance into the woods.

For The Hunt to be complete, The Hunter had to chase his prey and claim victory.

It was mostly a formality nowadays: a joyful chase through the forest, until the couple reaches the prepared spot where they were supposed to consummate their bonding.

You followed the expected motions, running into the woods toward suggested direction. Lush greenery soothed you, for a moment you even felt a spark of excitement.

Then your feet stopped at the edge of the narrow clearing, where linens and pelts and adorning trinkets were splayed. You could imagine yourself there, naked and spread for your future husband. When your mind inserted the image of Curtis - a dark, rough shard in that fair, soft setting - you nearly squeaked.

"Will you lay down, or do you want me to help you?"

You jumped in place at his deep, low timbre resounding unexpectedly right behind you.

You didn't even sense him approach!

Not a snap of a twig, not a rustle of leaves. Not even your own instinct, which you considered to be quite good, warned you of the hunter's approach.

You turned around, nearly bumping your nose right into Curtis' naked chest. He smelled of sandalwood oil and earth.

You forced your eyes upward, meeting his gaze. He wasn't looking at you with anger; rather with curiosity. And a hungry gleam that caused your thighs to clench.

There wasn't a single logical though behind your action, but you simply bolted.

You ran through the woods blindly. Ferns licked the skin of your thighs, as your simple, short white shift lifted up. Moss made your feet slippery, the ground wasn't easing your moves either.

You slowed only for a split of a second, just to catch a breath and decide on direction. You forgot a single heartbeat was enough for a skilled hunter to strike. It was definitely enough for the best of hunters.

"I can hear you breathing."

Curtis' tone held a hint of amusement as he leaned against a tree trunk, opposite of the one you were braced against.

Before you made a single step to ran again, Curtis moved. He was so damn fast! Breath stuttered in your chest as he pinned you against the tree with his heavy mass.

"Was the chase for my benefit, doe?" He asked, tracing a single finger along your cheek.

"I-" you tried to regain steady breathing.

"I enjoyed it," though he didn't smile, somehow you sensed he was genuine, not mocking you. "Though to the mystic depths of the night forest, I'd rather enjoy sweet, moist caverns of my bride."

His other hand squeezed your thigh. Your pupils blew wide as Curtis slid it up, pushing it beneath your shift.

You clenched your legs, your hands landing on Curtis' bared chest. You didn't push him away; the heat seeping from him and the firm structure of his muscles made you pause.

The finger on your cheek disappeared. Curtis brushed the petals on the flower crown adorning your head.

"The other women," he spoke, "they looked excited and in bliss. But you-" he picked a single petal, then traced the delicate pad along your lips and down the column of your neck-

"You looked determined. So sure and ready for your future."

Curtis cocked his head, eyes holding yours as he dipped the petal into the valley of your breasts.

"What changed it?" He asked.

"I-" it was really hard to think of anything when Curtis' hands were touching you.

And he made the contrast between teasing tickle of a petal on your breasts and a massive hand pushing between your thighs maddening.

"I don't know," you sighed, spreading your legs a bit in defeat.

"I think I got a little scared." Your hands moved to Curtis' shoulders, your hold tightening.

"I can be scary." Curtis nodded. "But you have nothing to fear, doe. I will never hurt you."

He paused; his gaze dropping to the petal swaying on the swell of your breast as it rose and fell in quickened breath. Curtis bowed his head slightly, then blew the petal away.

"As long as you don't run from me," he lifted his head, stark blue irises sparking with mischief and lips curling into a wolfish grin.

Then his hand was tearing the top of your shift, exposing your breasts, while his other hand cupped your mound.

Calloused fingers squeezed your breast as Curtis' mouth claimed your lips in a hungry kiss. Oxygen seemed to stop flowing to your brain for a moment, your heart stopping in shock, when you felt the pressure of his power.

Was it how prey felt when a predator sank its teeth into their neck? A freezing shock that melted into surrender for the inevitable.

You tensed like a string, but your body quickly gave in. Lips parting obediently, you allowed Curtis' tongue to tease yours. Your hands pushed at the pelt on his shoulders, yanking the whole cover off of him, so your fingers were finally able to move to the back of his head.

A keen spilled from your throat into Curtis' mouth when a single, thick digit pushed into your core.

Curtis cooed softly, trailing wet kisses along your jaw. His teeth scraped your earlobe, drawing your attention to the sting of it as he rubbed a thumb against your clit.

"We have to sate the hunt, doe," Curtis rasped, pushing another finger in and thrusting them into you quicker.

You scraped at the back of his head, crying out at the intrusion. It was more, so much more, than your small fingers. He reached deeper, too; stretching you and touching spots that seemed to both hurt and be deliriously pleasant.

"A good hunt demands blood." His breathy growl made you shiver.

Curtis pulled his fingers out of you, suddenly; your wetness smeared on your skin when he gripped the back of your thigh.

The world twirled as he laid you down on the forest ground, quickly cutting off splashes of green of the tree crowns with the frame of his huge body hovering above you.

"Please!" You whined, hands clawing at Curtis' sides.

You weren't sure if you were pleading for mercy, or if your own need was so bloodthirsty.

He spread your legs wide, settling himself between them. Your shift was rolled up on your belly, your slick glistening on the thatch of curls around your folds.

Curtis' gaze was focused between your bodies and your own eyes shifted downwards too. You let out a strangled gasp at what you saw.

Curtis was palming his cock - big, like the rest of him. When he rested it over your mount, the tip of it reached almost your bellybutton.

He would be so deep...

Your fingernails pierced his skin as Curtis guided himself into your opening. He was barely in and it already stretched you impossibly.

Then he pushed more of his weight onto you, bracing himself on his forearms on both sides of your head. He looked down at you; drinking in the metamorphosis of grimaces on your beautiful face as he thrust into your virgin cunt.

Your cry echoed through the forest as the merciless slide split you in two. Every second felt like torment that dragged overwhelming pleasure along with the sting.

And he kept on driving in, even when you felt there's not an inch left inside you to fill.

"There you go, doe," Curtis moaned, rocking his hips and pushing his cock deeper and deeper. "That's a good girl. That's it."

When he finally stilled, buried so deep inside it felt nearly uncomfortable, your forehead was dewy with sweat and your thighs were shaking.

You felt so full. Wetter, too. Your arousal mixing with a dab of virginal blood.

"You're mine, doe," Curtis mouthed against your lips, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth.

"Yours," you mewled, feeling your walls fluttering.

Though Curtis didn't seem to mind you scratching his sides, as you tried to tame the tension and need bubbling inside of you, he yanked your hands off of him. He put your hands above your head, gripping your wrists with one of his hands.

And then he started moving.

The pace wasn't fast, but each thrust was rough and forceful, causing your body to jolt. Your untried pussy welcomed each stroke like the first one - resilient to the stretch and loving how Curtis made you take it anyway.

Curtis bent his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. Was it the sucking, or the way his hips shifted and the head of his cock bumped into a special spot, but your knees drew up and your back arched.

You screamed into the night as your first orgasm shook every bone in your body.

Trickle of your juices, pinked with your blood, dripped into the ground beneath you.

A long while later (when your voice grew hoarse and your brain stopped registering anything beyond the feeling of Curtis owning every part of your body), Curtis' cum soiled the forest floor too.

He spilled deep inside, groaning against your lips as his dick twitched. He kept rocking erratically, pushing excess of his cum out of you.

You were a boneless mess when Curtis picked you up a few heartbeats later.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he nestled you against his chest. His scent became headier, earth and musk overpowering the subtle sandalwood.

Curtis carried you back to the abandoned bedding. He laid you down on soft linens and you welcomed the clean, fresh fabrics.

"No rest yet, doe," Curtis rolled you onto your side and settled behind you.

He gripped beneath your knee and pulled your leg outward. He guided his cock between your folds, rubbing the head back and forth over your oversensitive clit.

He caught your hand when you tried patting him away in protest.

"Tradition of The Hunt is sacred," he said. "Evidence of the coupling is necessary for our betrothal to be officially binding."

In the back of your mind, you knew that. There were foggy memories of a hunt ten years earlier; a couple returning in the early morning from the depths of the woods and matrons of the elders going in to check upon the consummation evidence.

But you were sore and exhausted, your brain wasn't working in logical ways. You never imagined how draining sex would be.

And you happened to be chosen by the hunter known for limitless endurance.

"Besides," Curtis pushed into you, "I want you again."

"I will never stop wanting you, doe."

#stargazingfangirl18 #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett imagine #chris evans imagine #the sacred hunt #my writing

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hotdamnhunnam · 11 months ago

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On Your Knees (fic teaser)

UPDATE: This fic is now posted!

A/N: Hello my dears! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on here. I still intend to be inactive for the most part, BUT of course Kai has stolen and broken my heart, and this “on your knees” gif struck at my inner slut 💘 So here we are! This is a teaser for a fic that will have lots of smut, while also giving Kai some backstory that I feel he deserves and I wanted to share what I’ve got so far!

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

--- End teaser ---

If you’d like to be tagged in this fic if and when I post it, just let me know! I don’t plan to tag my full taglist since that list was from aeons ago 🙃

As always much love to all of my fellow Hunnam hoes! 💕

#charlie hunnam #rebel moon #kai #charlie hunnam fic #rebel moon fic #kai fic #charlie hunnam fanfiction #rebel moon fanfiction #kai fanfiction #charlie hunnam imagine #rebel moon imagine #kai imagine #charlie hunnam x reader #charlie hunnam x you #kai x reader #kai x you

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tubborucho · 1 year ago

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I think there’s a big misconception between red and blue viewers about the nature of feeling defeated.

I can’t speak for red, because I don’t watch them, but I see people using red’s first day as a counterargument to what’s happening with blue practically every day. As I understand, their first day was hell, because they were in a severe disadvantage as a team. They’re lore-heads and ‘dumb lucky’ (i am NOT calling them dumb, they are actually all really smart, i am just saying that they are stupidly lucky sometimes), this is not what can give you a win when you are thrown in that game. On the first day. They did get killed a lot and they were going insane. And they were having fun! Listen, I’ve read SO many posts about how funny and cool red’s first day was and hoe people absolutely enjoyed it. And it’s cool.

But it’s COMPLETELY different to blue. Blue are not in the ‘fuck it we ball’ defeat mood. Because they are never given a chance to just enjoy their wins.

1st day – they got SO much backlash for everything that it was genuinely horrible

2nd day – red found the global task strat. Which is fine. But blue had the whole day of just struggling to understand how FOUR PEOPLE TRYING AND TRYING cant overtake one Etoiles on a leaderboard.

3rd day – they’ve been leading the score all day. Did everything they could pretty much. And again, last minute strat. Which was fair, but it’s a big hit on their morale.

4th day – they win, using the same strat. they specifically did it the way they did just to show how broken it is. they get layers and layers of hate from twitter.

5th day – both red and blue give win to green. this day was neutral.

6th day – the egg preparations. blue decided to just give this day away as well. but bad and pac were hunted for hours just two of them.

7th day – the Egg Wars. we all know what happened :D

8th day – elimination. blue won. blue could’ve easily win without even trying to tie with green, but they did. they almost succeeded. it didn’t feel as a victory when they won, because everyone just blamed them. that wouldn’t happen if green won, everyone would cheer, and it’s a fact.

9th day – that’s today. bad and bagi were constantly hunted for about 3 hours. they couldn’t get into the base for like 4,5 hours (they can now because tubbo is guarding the bounty npc).

Each day when they lose – they lose without sympathy and any kindness from others. Each day they win – this victory is bitter, clawed out and they are hated.

Yes, red and blue both know this feeling of not being able to do anything. But Red have so much support on their side. Both in-game and in-fandom. They are praised for everything they do. They got so much less troubles from blue and green because they kept walking away to not ‘punch down’ from this whole underdog narrative. Meanwhile blue just keep being screwed by everything around them. I think arguably the only thing they have over red is the favor of Lil Buddies, because they are constantly hanging out with them. That’s all. All material stuff they have will be easily matched like tomorrow. They’ve never really had a PVP advantage in the first place because Green’s skills and Red’s players count.

It’s genuinely demotivating to even watch their stream. Like I think I would genuinely cry in their place. All their efforts are either useless, because they immediately get nerfed, or get hated on by literally everyone and everything. It’s such a deep-rooted feeling of loosing before you could even play, that it transfers over the screen.

Red burned in that fire on the first day. And it powered them (in a cursed but fun way). Blue keeps being drowned by everything around them like unwanted kittens, and they are fighting for their life.

So no, I do not think it’s fair to compare Red’s first day to anything that happens to Blue. It’s not the same. I do understand however that it defied them as characters, so it’s a fair point to analyze. But in meta-arguments? Yeah, no. [insert a poll ‘Who suffered more? Blue Team Jesus]

And yet they try. And yet they have nice moments. And yet they are friends. Love prevails.

#this is NOT a red neg #i just wanted to explain to some of my red mutuals and maybe other red mains who don’t watch blue #what’s going on here #i may be wrong and you are welcome to disagree #but i genuinely do not think red and blue are on the same level of feeling hopeless #liss writes posts #qsmp #team soulfire #team bolas #qsmp blue team #qsmp red team

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kalza · 2 years ago

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My first contribution for the "Summer Prompt Event," on the Duros Hoes Discord Server.

I went with, "camping under the stars," for this one, since I've already had an idea planned out and finally had a chance to draw it. I also wanted to try out campfire lighting again, since it's been awhile.

Added Ember as a camping companion for Cad, cuz why not?

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #swtcw #cad bane #fan art #star wars oc #oc x canon #alternate universe #bounty hunter (star wars)#star wars alien #alien #duros #original species #original character #Summer Prompt Event #Duros Hoes Discord Server #my art #rip that poor bird Ember is cooking as a snack

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oboedreamz · 2 years ago

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He so confused! My poor boy! 💚

#duros #star wars resistance #norath kev #star wars #ace squadron #kazuda xiono #x wing #duros pile #the duros hoes #daveed diggs #bounty hunter

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I want to make a request about the version of the original Vash x Fem! Reader. Someone who is a Femme Fatale and very flirty with Vash, making him shiver.

Hello! I know you probably wanted this in a one shot format but I'm here to deliver some in-depth headcanons instead. Hope you don't mind!

FATALITY TO HIS HEART --- Vash the stampede

SUMMARY: Headcanons of Vash and a Femme Fatal that has him wrapped around her finger tip.

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Pretty women are Vash's main target, but he loves to flirt with whoever he can get his hands on. This time it happened to be you. He met you in the city of December in the saloon just at the start of town. You're an outlaw yourself much like him, but when he walked in you were surrounded by men, bounty hunters, and lawmen alike. Each was jumping at the offer to buy you a drink. You were fed up with the constant shrinking of your personal bubble even though you flirted to your hearts content. None of it meant anything really. That's when you watched Vash stroll in. At that very moment you locked eyes and slid off your barstool to stroll over to him.

Vash was so lost when you strolled up to him acting all lovey dovey. That was until you hinted at wanting to leave. You waved goodbye to the men inside and left out the door with your arm hooked around Vash's. The moment you stepped outside you started thanking him profusely, even offering a payment of sorts. If he kept you away from those men you'd keep him fed. That was your deal. He happily accepted but he didn't expect what would come next.

You weren't lying when you said you would keep him fed. Every night you were with him he ate a good hearty meal. Of course that didn't save you from Vash's flirting and wandering hands. You didn't deny him that though, you played into it quite enjoying the attention he was giving you. Even more so than the other people. While he would just play you up, talking about how hot you are and how you deserve someone strong and handsome like him, you one up him.

"Keep playing this tamd and you'll get burned." You warned him. Vash didn't listen though and he kept going and poking until the reaction he got was beyond something he was ready for. In a single stroke, the buttons of his coat had been entirely undone and his back was pressed against the wall. He shivered while you eyes him up, a devilish grin on your lips. Vash was so shocked that he didn't know what to do. He was stuck just staring back at you in shock.

Since then, anytime your fingers got anywhere close to him his skin would grow intensely hot and he would shudder. Any time your hands would cup his face he would flush a bright red and melt in your touch.

You were like nothing he had ever felt before just your touch alone would light him on fire. When the time came for him to move to the next City he couldn't bring himself to leave you. Even after he left the city he camped outside for days debating whether or not he should go back in and get you. You found him yourself. he woke easily, your touch feeling foreign to him at first. Once he saw it was you he swooned. His hands reached up to cup your face while he spoke a mantra to revel in your beauty. Just like that you pulled him right back under your spell. Even with his brother and saving the world being important to him you suddenly jumped to the top of his list.

Vash is known to be a captain-save-a-hoe, so when you got into your first gunfight with him he kept you shielded behind him. You pushed past him and shit every single one of their weapons from their hands in a heartbeat. Seeing you could handle yourself just fine was even better for Vash. Not only were you attractive and more but you were a force to be reckoned with. Of course your abilities would never reach his to the fullest extent but you were close. He admired you for that.

When the girls found you traveling with him, Meryl tried to warn you of who he was and what he brought with him. You didn't listen, you already knew who he was to begin with. When you walked into this, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Even then you accepted him for who he was and even threatened Meryl in front of him. "This is an affront to his personality, don't you ever refer to him in that manner in front of me again or so help me god I'll hang you by your toes and drain the blood from your nose."

Time and time again you've disarmed Vash without ever having to make any big moves and he admired you so much for that. Everything you do is a mystery to him and he just can't get enough.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

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stars-n-spice · 7 months ago

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Silly Squad Alignment Charts

Because I thought it would be fun and silly :)

Find out more about the Silly Squad here!

Of course, have to start with the classic:

Hunter will say they have food at home and it's literally like probably two slices of bread, a bottle of ketchup, and a head of lettuce

Viram KNOWS how to cook so you best be happy to eat her food instead of having Mcdonalds

Khea and Echo it depends on their mood whether they pull up and order a single black coffee before leaving (Echo would never do it if Omega is in the car)

Crosshair doesn't even like their coffee but he does it to be a little shit

Feel like Tech is also kinda in the middle because he'll be like "Technically we have food at home-" but he also needs his caffeine

Phee will ALWAYS pull up to the Mcdonalds, especially when Omega's with her. Then Omega always holds it over Hunter- "Well, PHEE takes ME to Mcdonalds!"

Tay is the definition of a bastard (no seriously)

Phee is bastard (affectionate) but would technically be more of "Badass" than anything

Khea, Crosshair, and Tech are the Bitch Trio and if you put them in a room together they WILL tear each other apart (emotionally most likely but Tech will goad Crosshair and Khea into physically fighting each other while he records)

Majority of the squad is Babey though

Echo is also "Bad Ass" but he could also be a Bitch if he wanted

Hunter is Bastard just because I think it's funny

Dumb Bitch Hunter my beloved <3

Echo is sad dick because he has no dick

I use dumb affectionately with Wrecker (not with Hunter and Tay)

Tech just has big dick energy to me idk

Khea's a sad hoe but she'll never admit to it (the being sad part)

If you've noticed, I really like making fun of Hunter that's why he's there in the dumbass squared category

Wrecker, Khea, and Phee are all smart as fuck but have more fun pretending that they aren't really

Tay is good at pretending that he is smart - he is not

Then of course, Tech, Cross, and Echo are all smartasses

This fit so perfectly I was dying

Hunter is laughing nervously because he's aroace lmao

Omega would be like "Thanks! :D" and just carry on

Jung would most likely do *thumbs up* instead of finger guns though

When you pair up the couples, it's funnier

If Tay said "I know" after Cross told him that he loved him, Crosshair would dump him on the spot

Khea tells Wrecker she loves him for the first time and he short circuits and probably would say something along the lines of "YEET!"

Viram and Echo both have issues and would not be able to comprehend why someone would love them - I'm sure Echo's got insecurities and Viram knows she's a workaholic and therefore difficult to be in a relationship so she apologies in advance

If Phee told Tech she loved him and he went "a horrible decision, really" she'd probably laugh

And of course, who doesn't love Phee? If you don't, get out of here.

Crosshair could care less, he ain't dealing with that shit

Tech would say this ominously as if he's seen the future and knows your death is imminent meanwhile Khea's is more of a - "you probably will because everyone close to me has already died" sort of way :/

I feel like Omega might also be "i'd die for you first" too

Hunter, Viram, and Echo don't want to deal with that shit either, they've already got so much loss, guilt, and other things on their plate

Tay's probably not listening when someone tells him they'd die for him while Phee's like, "Oh, neat. Anyways, as I was saying about my last adventure-"

Jung is ready and willing to put his life on the line and Wrecker would probably more like a "Nu uh" because he's got your back and would look out for you

Phee will also do it for some credits or a cool treasure

Tay is going to fight god (and he's going to lose)

Tech could do so much more than take down the government, but he needs incentives (him and Phee can take down the government together <3)

Khea is a bounty hunter, her job literally requires her to stab people sometimes in order for her to get money

Crosshair would stab without anyone needing to ask him

Echo's taking down the government no matter what, but especially if Rex asks him to come along

Jung is going to fight god if you ask them to (and he'll win)

Viram is the type of friend who is an excellent tutor and you end up understanding the concept after getting her help meanwhile Omega will explain what she knows and then the homework becomes a group project of figuring out what the fuck it's asking

You can copy Hunter's homework but there is no guarantee that the answers are right (most of them are wrong)

You can copy Jung's homework and there's a high chance the answers are right

Khea had better things to do than homework - like get frustrated over it and cry for a bit before giving up on it

Phee did some of the homework but she'll only help you out if you give her something in exchange

Wrecker and Tay, beloved himbos, they had no idea and even if they did do the homework, you wouldn't want to copy off of them

Crosshair also didn't do the homework but he also doesn't want to respond

Tech and Echo both did the homework and it's correct but they don't tolerate copying work to even have suggested it is offensive so now you're left on read

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bleue-flora · 6 months ago

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Personally, I think that c!Sam's shovel and hoe were probably just intended as tools rather than weapons. That doesn't mean that they were never used as weapons, he could've brought them along to the prison with the intent to use them, but I guess I see it as more of a symbolic thing? He's finally stepping up. Ever since Tommy's death, Sam has felt like a failure of a warden, and now Quackity is prompting him to jump back into the role with both feet—and a warden needs all of his equipment, right? It would be unprofessional not to. He can't get caught off guard again. (Even if he knows that this stuff will probably never get used.)

But anyway, Sam's naming seems to follow his usual trend of grandiose righteousness—Warden's Will, Mercy, etc. The only real exception is Warden's Torment; that one really sticks out as dark and violent in contrast to his arguably worse sword, which is just his "will". Even Warden's Will Breaker doesn't have to be interpreted as sinister if you're seeing it through Sam's eyes; the will is only being broken as a necessary step, a means to an end, not out of cruelty.

So with a shovel and a hoe, things that aren't explicitly meant as weapons, I feel like Sam would continue to name them something grandiosely righteous. Your ideas of Warden's Generosity, Hospitality, Favor are nice—also maybe something like Warden's Gift or Bounty. These tools are intended to create life, not destroy it.

There's some scattered thoughts of mine anyway, I hope they make sense because I just. Have not slept. Behold my essay.

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Oh 100%. Well said. It is for sure more symbolic and you never know what obstacles you might face as a Warden. Especially in a place with such mining fatigue, having the proper tool is important. I mean we all saw what Dream did in manhunt using hay bales to trap everyone in the water temple, an Efficiency IV netherite hoe would have been very useful then. He’s on a mission to kill Dream and this is right after a security issue, for him to be over prepared for anything makes sense. Whether or not he intended to use them for more cruel reasons is certainly debatable.

Still it is fun to think about. And I have always interpreted Dream’s line to Foolish - “Sam, you know, let him in the prison, let him bring in tools—and shears, and they tried to torture the revive book out of me…” - as making all Minecraft tools fair game, because why not? If shears, why not a shovel or hoe? A sharp edge is a sharp edge after all.

Regardless, Wardens Bounty has a good ring to it, yea you know what I’m gonna dub Sam’s Hoe with Efficiency IV, Fortune III, Mending and Unbreaking III as Wardens Bounty and Sam’s Shovel with Efficiency IV, Fortune III, Mending and Unbreaking III as Wardens Favor

Anyways, good thoughts and thanks for indulging my madness even while sleep deprived <3

#mmmmm… I’ve been thinking about this for days btw lol…#c!sam and c!dream #prison arc #dsmp analysis #hello there #dsmp #c!sam #c!awesamdude #dreblr #pandora’s vault has a singular purpose #this is fine #lore mysteries #c!quackity's torture tools

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Hai babyyyy,

How are you doing?

I was wondering if you could write about poly!volturi kings x reader bc there is this trend on tiktok about "I think im just about over being your gf" where you throw your ass in a circle what if reader just..... in front of the kings 😊 lap dance moment haha hoe would they react? (And reader has like a big butt big bitties.)

❝i think im over being your girlfriend❞

✭ pairing : poly volturi kings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : in this story, (y/n) is exploring a trend on TikTok where people dance to the song "I think I'm just about over being your gf" by throwing their assets in a circle. The twist comes when she decides to perform this seductive dance in front of the Volturi kings, her mates, adding an element of surprise. (Y/n), known for their curvaceous figure, uses their big butt and bountiful bosom to captivate the kings. The story explores how each of the Volturi kings reacts to this unexpected lap dance moment, creating a playful and intriguing scenario.

✭ authors note : aye im pretty damn good my damn self, how are you? Whatcha been up too and sorry for the wait had to get a few other requests out the way first :)

✭ twilight masterlist 2

(Y/N) had always been one to keep up with the latest trends on social media. She often found herself scrolling through TikTok, exploring the various challenges and dances that filled her feed. But one evening, as she swiped through videos on her phone, she stumbled upon a challenge that caught her attention—the infamous "I think I'm just about over being your girlfriend" trend.

Intrigued, she watched as ladies confidently threw it back for their partners, their sultry moves captivating the camera. A mischievous idea began to form in her mind. Why not try this for herself? It could be a thrilling surprise for her mates, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, the Volturi kings.

With determination in her eyes, (Y/N) decided to give it a shot. She turned off her phone, placed it on her bedside table, and stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She needed to practice before she could confidently perform this sensual dance for the kings.

Her hips swayed, and her body moved to the rhythm of the song she'd chosen for her performance. She'd never been shy about her curves, and she knew she had the assets to pull this off. After several attempts, she was satisfied with her practice, convinced that she could execute the dance flawlessly.

Now, it was time to choose the perfect outfit. She rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would truly showcase her beauty. Hidden away, she found an old black lingerie outfit her friend had gifted her. It was a bit snug now, a testament to how her body had grown curvier over time, but it would have to do.

(Y/N) slipped into the lacey, figure-hugging lingerie, admiring herself in the mirror. She knew it would accentuate her curves and add to the allure of her performance. With a deep breath, she practiced the dance one more time, ensuring she had every move down to perfection.

Feeling confident and exhilarated, she decided it was time to take the challenge to the next level. Tonight, she would surprise Aro, Marcus, and Caius with her daring performance. The thought of their reactions filled her with anticipation and excitement as she prepared to step out and give her mates a show they would never forget.

Later that night; as the Volturi conducted their trials with their usual precision and solemnity, (Y/N) bided her time, concealed beneath a long black trench coat. She had carefully timed her entrance to coincide with the conclusion of the trials. Her heart raced with anticipation as she watched the proceedings from the shadows, her thoughts focused on the sultry surprise she had in store for the kings.

As the final verdicts were delivered and the crowd began to disperse, (Y/N) patiently waited. Her coat hid her outfit—or rather, her lack of one—as she stood in the dimly lit chamber. She knew the moment would come when the three kings would notice her presence, and that's when her true performance would begin.

Aro, always the first to sense unusual situations, eventually turned his gaze toward the enigmatic figure standing near the back. His sharp eyes locked onto the trench coat-clad (Y/N), and he made a move to approach her. But before he could take more than a single step, (Y/N) raised a finger to her lips, her eyes locked with his.

Aro, intrigued but also slightly suspicious, raised an elegant eyebrow in silent question. (Y/N), however, merely smirked in response and whispered softly, "Sit back down, Aro."

Surprised by the command and the audacity of this unexpected interruption, Aro hesitated for a moment. But curiosity got the better of him, and he complied, returning to his seat with a perplexed expression.

The other two kings, Marcus and Caius, exchanged glances, equally intrigued and bewildered by the turn of events. They, too, returned to their seats, their gazes fixed on (Y/N), waiting to see what she had in store.

With the kings now seated, (Y/N) knew she had their attention. Her smirk deepened as she purred, "I have a surprise for you, my kings, but only if you can be good boys." Her words hung in the air, thick with promise, as she prepared to unveil the tantalizing performance she had been rehearsing.

The atmosphere in the chamber was charged with anticipation and desire, as the Volturi kings, captivated by (Y/N)'s boldness and mystery, awaited the thrilling surprise that she had in store for them.

The moment had arrived. (Y/N) could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she stood before the Volturi kings, hidden beneath her long black trench coat. She had chosen the perfect song for her performance—the same one used in the "I think I'm over being your girlfriend" challenge.

As the song's chorus began to play, she let the trench coat slide off her shoulders with a slow, deliberate motion. It fell to the floor, leaving her in revealing black lingerie that showcased her voluptuous figure, her curvy assets barely concealed.

The sight took the Volturi kings completely by surprise. Aro's eyes widened with a mixture of intrigue and desire, Marcus watched with a contemplative gaze, and Caius couldn't help but growl softly as he observed her.

With the music enveloping her, (Y/N) began her sensual dance, perfectly in sync with the seductive rhythm. She threw her assets back at the kings, her every move deliberate and enticing. She danced as though she had been born to do so, confidence radiating from her every step.

As the chorus reached its peak, (Y/N) approached each king one by one, giving them their own private dance. She moved with fluid grace, teasingly smacking their hands away if they dared to reach for her. Leaning in close to their ears, she whispered seductively, "Nope, bad boy," her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down their spines.

The Volturi kings were left in a state of awe and desire, their darkened eyes locked on (Y/N) as she continued her mesmerizing performance. As the dance neared its conclusion, she left them breathless and wanting more.

Grabbing her phone from the floor, (Y/N) began to walk away, a teasing smile playing on her lips. But it was Caius who couldn't let her escape so easily. With a fierce growl, he reached out and firmly grasped her arms, preventing her from leaving.

"You can't just leave after doing such things," Caius rumbled, his desire and frustration evident in his voice.

(Y/N) met his intense gaze with a playful smirk. "Oh yeah? Says who?"

That's when Marcus and Aro, drawn in by the magnetic allure of the scene, closed in behind her, forming a circle that trapped her in the middle. Their dark eyes bore into her with hunger and possessiveness.

"Says us," Aro whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

The chamber was charged with an electric tension as (Y/N) found herself surrounded by the three Volturi kings, their desire for her palpable. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and it was clear that things were about to become even more intense and thrilling.

❝how the volturi kings would react to a lap dance from their curvy mate dancing for them❞

The Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, would have distinct yet intense reactions to their curvy mate's daring lap dance in the trial chambers

1. Aro : Aro, always intrigued by the unusual and unexpected, would be initially taken aback but quickly consumed by desire. As he reached out to touch her, only to have his advances playfully thwarted, he'd find himself captivated by (Y/N)'s teasing. Her whispered words of "no, bad boy" would only fuel his fascination, making him yearn for her even more.

2. Marcus : Marcus, known for his stoic demeanor, would watch (Y/N)'s performance with a contemplative gaze that concealed his inner turmoil. Her sensual dance would awaken a long-dormant desire within him, and when he tried to touch her, only to be denied, he'd feel a surge of both frustration and excitement. He'd be silently drawn to her, unable to resist the temptation she presented.

3. Caius : Caius, the most passionate and impulsive of the three kings, would react with a growl of desire when (Y/N) teased him by popping his hand away. His possessive nature would be ignited, and he'd take a more assertive approach in pursuing her. Caius would want to prove himself as a "good boy" in order to gain her affection and attention, making him all the more determined to win her over.

Overall, (Y/N)'s provocative lap dance would leave the Volturi kings in a state of intense desire and longing, setting the stage for a passionate and complex dynamic between them.

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