#dom!simon walker

[gothushi]

intoxicating

pairing: simon x f!reader

warnings: simon rips your panties off, manhandling, mild choking, hair pulling, one spank, one pussy slap, no aftercare mentioned (implied the entire scene isn’t over with)

note: from this request! this took much longer than necessary but i wrote half of it then redid it bc i wasn’t happy with it😵‍💫

word count: 4.7k

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Cleaning up the kitchen is one of the last things on your mental to-do list, just finishing up dinner whilst some music plays from the radio on the window sill.

The door opens and it startles you as it slams shut, catching your attention as Simon’s busy tugging off his green coat and toeing his shoes from his feet, looking pretty pissed.

“I thought I told you to stop slamming that door?” You muse, loud enough that Simon can hear you as you twist and turn the radio volume down on low.

“You did tell me.” Simon snaps as he hangs his coat up, running a hand harshly over his face, coming over near that counter. His eyes narrow, but he’s trying not to be angry at you.

“You’d think I’d remember with the amount of times you’ve told me.”

“Mm you’d think so.” You hum softly, giving him a soft smile. He must’ve had a bad day, in one of his moods again but it’s nothing you can’t handle. “Dinner’s just got a couple minutes left, made your favorite.” You tilt your head at him, leaning against the counter.

You’re dressed in some pajama bottoms, a big t-shirt with some slippers on and your apron, and his eyes rake over you as you turn to finish wiping down the counter.

Simon takes a deep breath. He hates this part, always has. He knows you’re trying to be patient, but he hates how he can treat you when he’s frustrated, how he snaps, he doesn’t want to tonight, he always regrets it.

“Thank you,” he says, tone slightly softer, stepping forwards to wrap you in a hug, “Smells amazing by the way.”

You let go of the dish towel to curl your arms around his waist, giving him a squeeze before tilting your head up to look at him, “I know,” you smile, “Y’okay..? Bad day?”

He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping back, hands sliding to your waist. “Terrible day.”

He departs from you, walking the few feet to the living room where he plops down in the recliner next to the couch, sighing with a hand rubbing his forehead. You follow, frowning softly. Slipping off your apron and tossing it over the arm of the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, rubbing your hands along the denim covering his thighs.

He sighs softly as he feels your touch, head tipping back in response, yet his eyes are filled with frustration.

“Y/N.” He says, almost in warning, but his hand reaches out and finds the back of your neck.

A little grin forms on your lips, hands sliding up over his stomach, head leaning to the side innocently, “What?”

He takes a deep breath. “Don’t.” Still, a small smile lifts the corners of his lips as he sees you all happy, “I’m annoyed. I don’t like feeling this pissed. I don’t like snapping at you.” His thumb idly rubs your jaw.

“Y’don’t have to snap at me. You could..” You shrug a little, eyes darting down to his lips before back to his eyes, “Do somethin’ else? Get that anger out a different way..” You suggest slyly, leaning into his hand.

He knows exactly what you’re implying, what you’re doing, and though he likes the idea, “No.”

But his hand squeezes your neck slightly, thumb massaging into your skin. “I need to calm down.”

You smile wider, trying to taunt. You lean up on your knees, over his lap, hands sliding down to his belt buckle and starting to pull the leather free. “Aw, c’mon.. wouldn’t it be fun? Y’can be rough, I don’t mind..”

The teasing makes his blood burn, and his cock stir. He knows if he gives in he might hurt you, be too much. His fingers press into the back of your neck, “Y/N.” He says sternly, “Behave.”

Giggling a little, your hands leave his belt alone and push his shirt up, exposing his stomach. You lean down and nose at his skin, at the four inch long scar, kissing lightly, “What? ‘m not doin’ nothin’..”

Simon lets out a soft groan, he wants to be frustrated, be furious at the world, but you make it impossible. You always have.

He tugs you up into his lap, running a hand up under your shirt until it’s meeting the floor, palms coming to massage over your tits. “You’re acting like a brat. Remember who’s in charge here love.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin, upper half naked, giggling again as your own hands find his biceps, feeling the muscle beneath the thin fabric. “Am not.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time. His hands curl to your sides, tugging you down for a searing kiss. His tongue meets yours, licking into your mouth with a breathy groan. Your knees press into the leather of the recliner, body craving his warmth as the touch of his fingers spreads heat through your cunt.

Even though you were teasing him, you’re giggling now, muffled by his kisses, “Mm-! Simon- I have t-.. mm, have to get dinner out- it’ll burn-” The timer hasn’t even gone off yet.

“It can wait.” Simon murmurs against your neck as he trails kisses down the soft skin, hands sliding over your ass as he stands, earning a squealed giggle from you as you hold onto him. “I need you.” He breathes out, finding the wall by the kitchen counter and holding you against it.

You start giggling again, excited by his mood change, this is what you were hoping for. You want him to be rougher, to manhandle you, get his anger out in a different way other than stewing in it or bottling it all up.

You hum a moan, fingers combing through his hair as he pins you to the wall, back arching as his jeans press into the thin silky fabric of your pajama bottoms, belt buckle nudging into your clit. “‘m right here..”

Simon knows this is exactly what you wanted, he knows by the way you were teasing, taunting. His hands grip at your ass, kisses laid over your neck before he bites quite hard at the flesh. A rough moan escapes him, grinding his hips into you as his cock hardens in his jeans, starting to ache quickly, “I need more.”

You whine, a shudder rolling through you as arousal coils in your gut, sparking heat in your cunt as slick quickly wets your panties. “Ah! Take it- please, y’can fuck me.” You beg easily, holding onto him as he holds your weight up against the wall, whimpering.

His hands grip tighter, urging you against him with a groan, “Tell me to.” He needs it, needs to hear it.

Another shudder up your spine at his breathiness, the way he’s mouthing desperately at your neck, open mouthed kisses and tongue licking over your flesh. You whine again, hands grasping at his hair, trying to move your hips down against him, “Simon-! Please, please, wan’ you to fuck me.” This is what he needs. “Want y’to.. to be rough. Please, I can handle it.”

Simon pulls back, dragging you with him, and throwing you onto the counter. His hands grab at your hips, yanking you to the edge so he can grind into you, fingers tugging at the waistband of your pajamas.

“Tell me to fuck you. Beg.”

Whining needily once more, counter hard and cold under you, your flailing arm knocks some mail onto the floor before you right yourself again. Your face is flushed with heat, heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. “Want it Simon, please. I don’t wanna ask for it, I want you to take what you need- want it to hurt.” It’s breathy, pleaded.

“Good.” Is all Simon says, all he needs to hear.

Your thighs spread as he tugs the pants from you, letting them join the floor in a small heap, fingers greedily finding the cotton of your thin panties. Without a second thought, he rips through them, torn from your body which makes you squeal. “Simon!”

He’s leaning down though, mouth attaching to your inner thigh with a slight suckle to your skin to leave a mark, sharp tooth dragging over the flesh. The action has you leaning back, whining, arching with your head knocking into the countertop. His lips latch onto your clit, pulling the torn fabric of your panties away as his tongue spreads over your cunt, greedy.

Gasping, your hands flail and find his hair again, “Simon!”

He only lets this last for a few heartbeats before he’s pulling away with a pant, flipping you over so your front presses to the cold granite. You can’t see, neck straining to look to the side but a hand pushes the back of your head down, “Stay.”

He grinds his hips into your ass, rough denim sliding against your skin, belt buckle clattering as his free hand undoes it, the other petting over your back. The anticipation is killing you, slick dripping down over your clit as your feet dangle off the carpet, panting softly. His belt is undone, button nearly ripped from the stitches as he tugs his cock out, throbbing in his hand.

He runs the head of his cock along your folds, acting like he’s gonna push in before he dips it down to your clit and back up, repeating the process even as you whine and plead, “God- please Simon, please fuck me-”

Your fingers curl over the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as you wiggle your hips a bit, clenching around nothing, yearning to feel him.

“Hold still.” He mutters, almost breathless himself, hand sliding over your hand and landing a hard smack on the flesh, earning a whiny yelp from you. He lets go of his cock in favor of grabbing your wrists, forcing your arms down by your sides, “Don’t. Move.”

Your fingers wiggle, trying to push back for fiction on your cunt, delirious with need. “Simon.. please..”

“I didn’t tell you to speak either.” He growls. He leans over you, hand finding your chin and forcing your neck to crane to look at him. You whimper, back arching with the strain. His thumb trails over your lower lip, and you easily accept it into your mouth, which seems to please him if the groan he gives is anything to go by.

“That’s better. Good girl.” Simon croons, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. When his thumb leaves your mouth, slick with spit, his fingers twist to trail over your cheek, from your brow bone, over your nose, “Perfect. Pretty girl.”

The sweeter praise has you flushing with heat, even though his other hand is moving your one arm to be twisted behind your back, making you whimper as his cock nudges against your cunt. Gasping, you choke on nothing, eyes fluttering, but you make sure to not speak.

“Good girl..” He hums again, a slight smile to his lips. The little sounds you make have his cock starting to drip, hand leaving your face to curl around the length and jerk himself off. Simultaneously, his lips pepper down your back, until he’s stood upright again and watching as he spreads slick over his cock, fingers dipping through your folds.

You full on moan this time, legs twitching. Your free hand down by your hip grasps at the counters edge, back arching a little to try and push back. He admires your body, gaze lustful as he continues to grind forward, never pushing into you fully. He lets his cock just taunt your hole, almost pressing just to make a stretch palpable before moving away.

A breathless plea falls from your lips, eyes rolling back, a little whiny.

“Mine.” He mumbles, fingers of his other hand tightening on your wrist. Another few agonizing moments of this before he breaches your entrance, pushing in slow but in one fluid motion.

You’re crying out, body jolting with the intrusion and slight pain from not being prepped. It has a sob shaking your body, “Simon-!”

“Oh, I’m going to love watching you break.” He whispers, almost to himself, hips flush to your ass. You’re helpless under him as he holds an arm behind your back, using it for leverage as he pulls back before slamming into you once more. Your cunt squeezes on his cock, drawing a groan from him. Your toes curl, knees pressing together, whimpers falling from your lips as you sniffle. Moans are punched from you with every thrust he gives, body jolting against the granite counter.

“You’re so pretty. So, so pretty when you’re helpless.” He hums, picking up the pace. He’s still using just enough force to keep you pinned, almost too tight, just enough to keep you there. But with how pent up he feels, how good your pussy is, it won’t last long. All of his frustration is slowly being poured out with these thrusts, with the way he fucks into you.

Your hips press into the counters edge painfully with each smack of his hips on your ass, feet dangling above the floor. You whine again, gasping as you writhe in his hold, “Oh my- God! Simon, fa-” You’re cut off with another cry, another moan.

His own breathing is picking up, panting, leaning his body over yours to groan in your ear, keeping you trapped where he wants you. “That’s it, what is it, huh?” His free hand abandons his side and finds the front of your throat, making your neck crane to lift your head some.

A strained whine leaves you as he squeezes, almost making it hard to talk. Whimpering, “Fas- faster, wan’ it faster..”

“That’s my girl.” His grins, squeezing your neck again before standing upright some more, that same hand tangling into your hair instead. He uses his grip to keep your head down on the counter, cheek smushed into the granite. He slides back into his rhythm, picking up the pace with hard smacks against the backs of your thighs. Faster and harder he fucks you, making sure to hurt just enough. His grip on your arm tightens, pressing down on your back, keeping a firm grasp on your hair to keep you where he wants you. Trapped.

You have no choice but to take what he gives you, letting him use your cunt for his own pleasure. He feels so good, almost feral, letting loose like he hasn’t before with you. It pulls little wails from you, lips parted and drooling onto the now warm countertop beneath you. He can’t help the snarl that escapes him with how you sound. He’s using you, using your body.

Simon’s hand abandons your hair, finding the nape of your neck instead, deeming that better to keep you pinned, fingertips pressing into the sides. He leans forward on said hand, panting, “Want me so badly, don’t you?”

He stretches you out so well, mild pain still lingering in the best way as he fucks you, cock nudging that sweet spot with every thrust in. Slick drips from your cunt, down the inners of your thighs, making a mess.

Your legs kick at his taunt, gasping, trying to nod, “Yeah- yeah! Simon- nnnhah-!”

The backs of your thighs and ass hurt now, skin turning sore from how hard he’s fucking you, feet dangling uselessly. You swear you’ll have sore spots tomorrow morning, bruises that’ll adorn your flesh.

Simon grinds his hips against you slow for a moment more and then he pulls out, cock dripping with your slick connected to your cunt by a thin trail of it. It breaks once he tangles his hand into your hair again, pulling you up. Your legs are so weak that once your feet touch the ground you just collapse, falling to your knees on the plush carpet with a harsh pull on your scalp.

Torso twisting, you move to look up at him, panting, desperate, eyes watery. Your hands find his thighs, pawing at him, almost wanting to take his cock into your mouth as you sit up on your knees a bit, shuffling forward.

“Simon..”

“Sit.” He mumbles, giving your head a jerk that makes your roots sting, using a socked foot to nudge your thighs apart and then press on the top of one of them, urging your butt back onto your heels. He lets go of your hair, opting for tugging his shirt off. His cock is glistening with your slick, looking so tempting with his boxers tucked under his balls, full and probably aching if you had any guess.

Whimpering, you listen, staring up at him with shiny eyes, lips parted as you pant, “Simon..”

Simon’s hand slides into your hair once more, pulling your head back. He’s staring down at you with such hungry eyes, like a predator, “Take off my jeans, slowly.”

With a slight complaint in whining form, you obey. Greedy hands tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, slow, letting him step out of them whilst also slipping his socks from his feet.

“Good girl.. now, hands behind your back.”

Another complaining whine, but you yet again obey. Hands clasping behind your back, brows furrowing up at you plead, “Simon- wanna use my mouth, please..”

“I do too,” he croons, grinning, “I wanna use my whore.”

Your mouth drops open further with a high whine, eyes fluttering as he pets your hair, trying to lean closer.

You want to please him, to be used, let him do whatever he wants. Manhandle you, take his anger out, he’s already definitely gotten some of it out by now. He goes to bring his cock closer to your face, just about to give you permission, when the timer on the oven beeps. Food’s done!

He discards you, leaving you easily where you kneel as he rounds the counter into the kitchen and stops the oven, tugging his boxers over his cock to get the baking dish out.

Clouded by need, you crawl after him, kitchen tile cold and hard on your knees. He grins to himself as he glances to see you, closing the oven door as heat floods the small room, baking dish set on the stovetop to cool. He turns to you once again, giving a soft groan of a sigh.

“So eager.” He hums, reaching both hands out for your hands, “Up.”

Just like a puppy learning a new trick, you listen, taking his hands and getting to your feet, legs wobbly. You look up at him with doe eyes, ready for whatever he wants. So unbelievably aroused.

The way you cling to him doesn’t go unnoticed by him, keeping a grasp on one of your hands as he hums, “Follow.”

Leading you back around the counter, out into the living room again, he stops in front of the couch.

“On the couch.” He points, ordering you around, though he doesn’t give you even a few breaths to do so before he’s shoving you down himself, face first into the soft cushions. Stumbling, your hands catching yourself with a little whimper. Knees pressing into the cushion, they spread automatically on instinct. Head twisting, cheek smushed into the plushness, you try to look back at him.

“Good girl.” He purrs, one hand petting over your ass, sliding along your arched back. Seeing you so vulnerable, spread wide for him, his eyes light up with fiery desire. His boxers are shed before he’s kneeling behind you, hands sliding over your hips and then finding the small of your back. “Hands on your ankles.”

It’s a bit uncomfortable, having to stretch your arms along your body and rest your fingers curled over your ankles, cheek smushed into the couch but anything for him.

He chuckles softly, grinning down at you even though you can’t see it. “Spread them more.” His hands pet over you, down the outsides of your thighs, back up to your ass, lightly smacking as he watches your knees spread to nearly the edge of the couch. “Good girl, now stay still.”

“Simon-” You try to plead, whining, “Please keep fucking me, please, need it.”

“I said stay still.” He growls, the sound enough to make you tense. He likes when you beg, when you whine, but only when he allows it.

His hands reach up your back, forcing the arch to intensify, forcing you where you are, “Stay.”

He talks to you like a damn dog and it makes your cunt throb, whimpering as you feel his presence behind you, cushions dipping with his weight. You have to curl your fingers over your ankles to resist the urge to bring them up, to move.

“Simon..”

“Shh.”

There’s something about the way your body reacts, your body moves for him, needy and submissive. You’re cunt’s dripping, a shiny mess coating your folds and swollen clit, down the inners of your thighs that his him drooling a little.

He decides to not make you wait any longer, pushing back in nice and slow with a groan. Your face is hot with heat, gasping, “Nnnh- Simon..” You’re jolting, trying to push back.

That earns a hard smack on your ass, “No.” He scolds, “No moving. You’ll lie here, and you’ll take it.” He lays his body over yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“I can’t- help it!” His hips pull back before thrusting in hard, deep, pulling a cry from you. Your thighs quiver from the sensation.

“That’s a shame.” He sounds cold, rougher, different than a few minutes ago, but this is what you want.

Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering with another cry as he starts fucking into you at a rapid pace, much like the one from the kitchen. Sharp, jolting cries and whines are pulled from you with every slap of his hips, the lewd plap of him meeting your cunt making him groan again.

“Ah-! Ah! Simon!”

Even when you’re loud, crying out and whining, he continues to ignore you, fucking into you like a damn fleshlight. You sound delicious crying his name, whimpering, but he isn’t going to let you get away from him, nor will he tolerate you misbehaving. He reaches a hand to your hair and grabs a fistful, bringing your head up to make your neck arch painfully, “Too loud.”

It makes your noises strained, gasping around a weak whimper.

All of it only encourages him, “Not a sound.” His other hand comes up to cover your mouth, pressing his palm flat over your lips, the other moving back to your ass. His palm seals your noises in, muffling the little whines or whimpers that you just can’t help. You’re so close to cumming, so close to letting go with the fast pace he fucks you with, but you’re not even sure he cares, if that’s part of his goal right now.

“You’ll be a good girl for me, hm?” He says it almost softly, like a bit of sweetness is seeping through this hard headspace he’s slipped into. He’s panting hard, breaths heaving as he feels himself getting closer and closer.

It sounded soft, but it wasn’t a question, it was a command, not needing an answer.

Panting through your nose, almost feeling dizzy with how hard he fucks you, cock reaching deep, the strain in your body to keep this position, it’s all overwhelming.

Simon’s pace quickens, cock pounding into you whilst his hand leaves your ass to find your hair again, twisting into you for leverage as his hips smack your ass. He fucks you so hard it almost hurts, bordering on painful with your cunt stretched wide, balls slapping your sticky clit and urging your body closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, gasping, “fuck that’s it.”

He wants you, wants the control, he’s taking what he needs and he doesn’t want you to get what you need.

And you don’t, because the moment he pulls out to cum, a shattering orgasm crashes over you. It’s unsatisfactory, making your hips jolt and buck for friction, whining as his hands leave your head, letting you flop back into the cushions with panting breaths, tears slipping from your eyes.

You faintly register his panting moans, the feeling of cum dripping over your cunt. Underwhelming aftershocks flood through you, cunt clenching around nothing whilst he admires the sight. The mess. You’re covered in his cum, dripping along your cunt and thighs.

He rubs a hand over his face then drops it to rub over your pussy, smearing the mess into your folds. A thumb pushes in, only for a moment, before leaving and suddenly four fingers are smacking over your clit.

It pulls a sharp cry from you, a whimpered sob, hips jolting down for more friction even if it hurt.

But he’s leaving, standing from the couch to collect his shirt from the floor, cleaning his cock off as he catches his breath. You’re left sniffling, a bit cold, watery eyes watching his form. He makes his way back to the armchair he originally sat in when he first got home, sitting down with his legs spread wide, relaxing. His eyes flick to you, a hand gesturing out, “You can move now.”

You know what he wants. Can hear it still in his tone.

With permission to move now, you push up onto your arms and then crawl off the couch onto the soft carpet, crawling your way over to between his legs, nuzzling your teary face against his inner thigh.

He has a slight hint of a smile on his lips, hand reaching to pet your head, smoothing over your slightly sweaty forehead. Playing you like an instrument.

“There’s my good girl.” His voice is low, softer, yet it still makes your cunt throb with need, unsatisfied.

Still though, you aren’t upset about it. You made him cum, made him feel good, you’re covered and marked in his mess, bruises probably forming on your hips from his hands, thoroughly used by him.

A little whine escapes you and he chuckles, smiling, hand coming down to stroke over your cheek and lips. “You want more, don’t you?”

You kiss the pad of his thumb, nodding as you look up at him so sweetly. It makes his cock stir again, but he needs a bit of a break.

He takes in a small breath, sighing it out, “You want to speak?”

Nodding quickly, resting on your knees with your hands pressing against the floor, almost pouting.

He laughs again, knowing you’re desperate for more. Such a good girl. His thumb brushes your lip again, murmuring, “You can speak now.”

“Wan’a cum..” You’re whining immediately, softly, batting your watery eyes.

His own blues darken slightly as he hears that tone, that plea, humming with his thumb resting on your lower lip.

“And you don’t think you can wait?” It’s almost playful, more taunting than anything.

“I..” you falter, sniffling, “If y’want me to wait.. I can..”

“Good girl.” He moves his hand over your head again, petting. It makes you feel safe, grounded, eager to please.

“Yeah, think you can wait until I say otherwise.” He says it quietly, more to himself than you.

You lay your cheek on his thigh, a bit tired, sniffling once more but you know better than to complain, to argue, deciding to just enjoy the affection he’s giving you.

He’s enjoying the nice sight, even as you wiggle a little bit because your own cum is dripping onto the carpet, a sticky mess beneath you.

It makes his ego skyrocket, but also his pride, watching as you just enjoy what he gives you. It’s intoxicating, “Why don’t you go plate me up some dinner, love?”

“Mm?” You nearly looked ready to fall asleep before realizing what he said. The request catches you off guard, but of course, just like you do every night, you don’t have a problem with it now. On wobbly legs, you stand up and head to the kitchen, stark naked and dripping cum, fishing a plate from the cupboard.

The sight is gorgeous, God, he is not gonna be done with you for hours.

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Punishment

Masterlist

Characters: Negan x Saviour F!Reader, Simon, The Saviours

Summary: Negan doesn't like sharing his stuff, so much so that you just earned yourself a place on your knees and a job to do, and he doesn't stop for anything, or anyone.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: NSFW - Oral (m recieving), exhibitionism elements, authority kink, comic accurate foul mouthed negan, negan referring to himself as daddy bc why not, praise, degradation, dirty talk, dom negan

A/N: Haven't managed to get any writing done for a while because my brain just wasn't working with me, but this slutty little idea popped into my brain the other night and I was asked to make this as dirty as possible, so here goes nothing. Also, I have never wrote m recieving oral before, so I apologise in advance.

One of his black leather boots tapped idly against the concrete flooring, his hands interlocked and his chin perched on top as he watched you, elbows propped on the table and his eyes burning holes into you. Lucille was carefully laid in front of him, his gloves however strewn on the table off to the side. It was like he was waiting for something, but he hadn't said a word since he had one of the saviours come to fetch you and muttered for you to take a seat. Better yet, considering Negan wasn't one for long uncomfortable silences, his mouth always running even at the wrongest times, you were in some deep, deep shit.

"Do you know why you're here, sweetheart?" The pet name did little to lessen the cold, warning hint to his tone, a word usually meant with such affection practically dripping with poison.

You opened your mouth to speak but he swiftly unlocked his hands and raised one to interrupt you.

"That shit was rhetorical. You know damn well why your pretty little ass is here, and you are well aware of the little stunt you pulled."

You had to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at the realisation of what had frustrated him so much that he went out of his way to call you into the meeting room. You'd grown quite fond of one of the saviours you were often grouped up with, and having done a few supply runs together by now, you were pretty comfortable. Comfortable enough to place your hand on their arm whilst the two of you cracked jokes and took a smoke break in the courtyard, the walkers entrapped in the metal fence behind you making a racket all the while. And though faint, you immediately sensed it. Eyes on you, watching you, eyes fixed on your every movement. You glanced to identify the observer, and there he was. The man himself. He was at the top of the steps, the door behind him one of the entrances to the second level of the sanctuary, or more famously, his catwalk. He was leaning on the railings, his eyes filling with something dark as he shot you a glare before he practically tore them from you and headed back inside, his usual saunter replaced by a riled pace of heavy footing.

"God Negan, we were just talking."

You wanted to calm him down, truly, but you couldn't help yourself. The sense of ownership and possessiveness over you he exuded was intoxicating, and tempting. You wanted to see what would happen if you teased him, what buttons you could push to make him tick, and how far he would go. After all, you and Negan were amidst a rather dysfunctional state of affairs. You weren't married to him, weren't one of his kind of prized possessions that pranced around in a little black dress and gave him massages if he asked. No, you were a fling. The first time had happened in this very room when he asked you to hang back after one of the usual meetings to ensure operations were running smoothly. What started as mild, innocent flirting turned to your back pressed against the long wooden table taking up the centre of the room, your legs propped on his shoulders as he thrust into you so hard you forgot how to breathe. You weren't ashamed to admit that he had fucked you in a way you'd never even thought possible, thus, you kept coming back for more. And so did he. In the front of one of the loading vans, on his bed, his leather sofa, the coffee table across from it, hell even one of the cells in the hallway. You couldn't get enough of each other, but you weren't exclusive. Although, Negan seemed to think otherwise.

"Is that so? Cause I caught the way you had your hands all over that worthless sack of shit, and it kinda felt a lot like you were doin' it just to piss me off."

"So what if I was?"

Silence fell, your words thickening the air whilst you made the mistake of narrowing your eyes enough to the point where you were shooting him daggers. His jaw clenched for a moment or two before he kissed his teeth, slightly leaning in so that he could close some of the space between you.

"You know that bratty little mouth of yours was always bound to get you in the deepest of shit someday."

And then he smiled. It unnerved you, the sudden grin as he enthused about whatever it was he had in store for you, and then leaned back in his chair, his legs spreading a little further apart as he did.

"Lucky for me, and not so fortunately for you, today is that fine day. So, I'm gonna need you on your knees."

It was humiliating the way you complied so eagerly, sliding off of your chair and sinking to your knees the very second he had finished making his demand, eyes trained on him as you awaited his next order. Your ardour drew a small pleased chuckle from his throat, only encouraging him to continue.

"Crawl to me, baby. Right here." He beckoned in a strange mixture that amounted to a soft demand, but a command nonetheless.

He paired his words with a brief point to the space on the floor below him, under the table. You flattened your palms against the cool concrete floor and began to crawl, not slow enough to make him impatient, but taking enough time to leave him with heavy, bated breath. Your own breath got that much more unsteady when you reached the space between his legs, and his fingers started to fiddle with the buckle of his belt.

"Now you are gonna stuff that pretty little mouth of yours full of cock because you don't seem to understand who exactly it is that you belong to, and who the hell it is that you're damn well talking to. Got it, darlin'?"

God, you loved him like this. His hazel eyes swirling with all the dark, twisted shit he wanted to do to you, tongue momentarily darting out to wet his bottom lip as he looked you over like you were good enough to eat.

"Yes, sir." You replied knowing the total subservience would only turn him on that much more.

The way you addressed him made him screw his eyes shut for a moment, a small grunt erupting from his throat at the mere use of the word. His belt rested loosely on either side of his fly, and he was tugging down the zipper of his jeans and pulling himself free in an instant. You smoothed your hands up his knees and over his thighs ready to lean forward when the feel of his open palm cupping your jaw stopped you.

"Easy now," he cooed as the hand turned to fingers cupping your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and slightly dragging it downward, "c'mon, give daddy some sugar first."

The interjection for the sake of wanting to press his lips against yours made you giggle, your hands still resting against his thighs allowing you to lean up and do as he said, your lips crashing against one another's hungrily. The feel of his tongue slipping into your mouth made you moan, as did the hand that wrapped around your throat as he stole your air in more ways than one. With Negan so occupied with your mouth, the opportunity presented itself, your hand sneaking down to his crotch before closing around his shaft, the feel of your hand pressed over his cock making him groan into your open mouth and faintly tighten the grip on your throat. You started to move your hand up and down his shaft whilst you carefully took his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping it a little before you let it go, and then kissed over where you had bit. When you drew back he was gazing at you with half-lidded eyes, lips parted as he breathed almost as heavily as you were, and a devilish smile soon appearing on his frequented lips.

"Go on then, wrap those pretty lips 'round daddy's cock."

You bit down on your bottom lip and settled back down to the space between his legs, the hard surface below stinging your knees whilst you leaned in and ran your tongue over the swollen tip, beads of precum gathering along your tongue as you did. Then, you slipped him into your mouth, taking him further and further until you were swallowing every damned inch.

"Fuuuck." Negan drawled as he threw his head back slightly, the feel of your throat alone enough to have him reach under the table and slip his fingers into your hair, fingers combing through the strands while you moved your head up and down, your tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft as you practically choked on him.

Then like some cursed nightmare, the door to the meeting room swung open. You immediately rushed to move off of him, but the hand he'd been running through your hair gathered some of your hair in his hand and pushed your head back down. You gave his thigh a few pats to signal that you were no longer alone in case he hadn't noticed, but he simply tightened his grip on your hair and ignored you. His chair was tucked into the table rather tightly thank god, so you couldn't be seen, but you may still be heard. Much to your horror the room filled with the many footsteps of saviours and the sound of chairs scraping across the floor as they took their seats, the many shoes and legs appearing off to the side of you and behind you making you keep your arms tight to you and your legs close together with the fear of being spotted. Negan, however, was over the moon. Negan started speaking to the other saviours whilst you remained frozen underneath the table, trying to find some relief in the fact that you might just be able to remain still until this is all over, until he tugged your hair to make you move on him. Your scalp burned from his grasp, the pain motivating you to bob your head, repeatedly taking him until he was hitting the back of your throat, your eyes watering with the urge to choke. You could hear some of the noises Negan was making above you, small curses muttered under his breath and tiny grunts that sounded like a subtle clearing of the throat when someone was talking. There was a pause between the discussion, however, a pause that you awkwardly filled with an accidental gagging sound as you swallowed him. Negan was quick to disguise this, his leg kicking out underneath the table to serve as a warning, and the sound of him coughing followed.

"Shit, think I'm comin' down with something."

The facade Negan sprung into action with seemed believable enough, not that any of them were stupid enough to question Negan anyways. He didn't have to give you a sign to continue, didn't need to lift a damn finger, you just did. You ran your tongue over the veins lining his shaft and occasionally swirled your tongue over the tip until it got to the point where Negan was practically squirming. He'd adjust in his seat like that would do him any good, and run his hand over his face all the way down to his stubble as he tried to suppress the filthiest and lowest of groans, throaty sounds that he tried to pair with anything to make it appear more natural. To make matters worse a comment someone had made irritated Simon, enough to cause him to lean back in his seat and stretch his legs out, his boots hitting your side before he noticed the obstruction and brought his legs a little further inward. There was no hiding it now. The way one of Negan's arms moved as he ran his fingers through your hair, the way he occasionally screwed his eyes shut and bit his knuckles to stifle his moans, hardly able to form one word as you slid him into your mouth over and over, effortlessly taking him to the hilt. The knowing and amused stare that Simon shot Negan to let him know that he was well aware of the fact that his boss was getting his dick sucked underneath the table, and the slight tilt of Negan's head in response as he dared him to say a word. Simon knew better. From what you could gather when you managed to tune into the conversation over the slight pain running through your jaw, and the feel of your spit having coated him, your drool dribbling down his balls and undoubtedly dampening some of the denim surrounding the base of his cock, was that whatever the basis of the meeting it went without a hitch. With him growing more restless, his breath getting heavier by the minute, he raised his hand and waved it dismissively.

"That's all, you're dismissed."

The sound of a sea of footsteps as they sat up from their chairs and made way for the exit came as a great relief, though you weren't so opposed to the thrill it had provided. Negan carefully tilted your head back to remove himself from your mouth, something you took as what shred of mercy he had for you ever since you'd first walked in, until you realised it was for something else.

"How's it going down there?" Simon quipped, the outright acknowledgement of what you had been doing throughout the entire meeting leaving you flustered.

You knew Simon though, knew that if you clammed up and let him feel that rush of pride from humiliating you that you'd never live it down, so you owned it.

"I'm doing just great." You remarked as you stretched your arm out from one side of the table and gave him a thumbs up.

Negan chuckled and nodded off to the side to signal Simon to leave, and then you were alone again, finally. He scooted his chair back considering it had been tucked into the table so tightly, which now allowed you to crawl out from the table and take him in in all his glory. The beads of sweat that had gathered on his forehead, the singular curl of hair defiantly protruding from his hairline having escaped his signature slick style, and the smell of leather carrying through the air from the way he was always roasting in that jacket, though the sweat you made him break into largely contributed. He was ruined, and he wasn't even done yet.

"Goddamn, you are a little slut aren't you," Negan commented as he looked down at the damp spots of spit on his jeans, "look at the mess you made."

You laughed and moved closer towards him until you were resting your head on one of his thighs and looking up at him through your lashes.

"I thought you liked it messy." You teased, the playful retort making Negan bite down on his bottom lip and slightly turn his head to the side as a pleased sound rumbled from his throat.

"Course I do, sweetheart. But in this case," he gently lifted your head from his thigh and cupped the underside of your jaw to bring your head back to his cock until your lips were barely brushing against the tip, "I expect you to swallow."

"Yes, sir."

And you were filling your mouth with him again. It didn't take long to work him back up to the point of squirming, though this time he could be freely vocal.

"God, fuckity fuck. That's it, baby, just like that." He fell into a string of gravelly curses, the occasional compliment and words of approval mixed in.

Negan's groans got deeper, harsher, and his hand found its way to your hair in the midst of the impending release, his head tilting back and exposing his rather prominent adam's apple as he swore like a sailor. He moved his hips as he made a few small thrusts into your mouth before you felt him tense, and everything coming out of that man's mouth whether it be words or sounds, was through gritted teeth. Then, you felt it. Hot wet spurts splashed over your tongue and the back of your mouth, some escaping down your throat. Patiently, you waited for him to be done pouring every last droplet into your mouth and then carefully removed him; your slightly puffed cheeks and the small splotch of white liquid decorating the corner of your lips making him laugh, a low, hoarse laugh as he reached out and ran his hand down one side of your face, his thumb smoothing over your cheek.

"As sexy as you look with a mouthful of my cum, swallow it."

So you did. After clearing your mouth of his release you stuck your tongue out to show him your clean tongue, the sight bringing one of the dirtiest smiles you've ever seen to his lips as he tucked himself back into his pants.

"Good girl."

The praise did little to ease the heat pooling between your legs, but this was a punishment after all. Negan would leave you positively high and dry until you begged him in a few days to screw your brains out of course.

"C'mere." Negan beckoned as he patted his thigh, eyes a little softer than they had been when you first came in.

You moved off of your knees for the first time in at least twenty minutes, the sudden change of scenery for your kneecaps making you hiss from the pain as you unbent your knees and stood to your feet, knees bruised from the large amount of time you spent kneeling against the concrete floor; especially when you shifted weight onto them. Despite the dull ache you placed one hand on Negan's shoulder to support you whilst you swung your leg over him and lowered yourself down onto his lap, a grunt passing from his lips when you fully settled down onto his groin, your legs on either side of him.

"You know," Negan started as he brushed some of your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, "you're the only woman in this whole place that could pull a stunt like what you pulled and get off that easy," he grinned as he spoke, his eyes dragging over you as he placed his hand on the small of your back and drew circles on your skin. Now it was your turn to smile paired with a small giggle and a slight tilt of your head.

"That was getting off easy?" You remarked.

"Course it was."

A beat passed, and then he let out a long, quiet chuckle and gestured towards his chest with a playful sigh.

"C'mon."

You tucked yourself against his chest, the leather of his jacket clinging and creaking against your skin as he held you tight to him. Then you buried your head into the crook of his neck, getting lost in his scent as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, one standing out amongst all others.

"Shit. I love you, baby."

[somethingblu3]

I'm praying to God your requests are open holy shit. Simon walker. I want to fuck him. That's is all I have to say. If your requests are open I would love to just have a smut of him x reader. Fem bodied reader is preferred but anything is fine. If you don't wish to it's fine you can just delete this ask <3. Also if possible may I ask what emojis are available to take as an anon?

Thanks for being my first request! You can be any emoji. This took kind of a turn and is slightly yandere! (probably more possessive) Walker, I don't know if this is what you were looking for. Lightly edited.

Masterlist

TW: Public Sex, Public Dirty Talk, Grinding, Marking/Biting/Ownership, Dom/Sub relationship, Slight humiliation, orgasm delay/denial.

Word Count: 893

Smut below.

"If you really are mine, you'd let me mark you right here right now," Walker mumbles as his lips graze against your neck.

"Walker-" You groan. Not this.

There were too many people. Chez Chez was crowded, but the people were too busy focused on the music and having a good time. None of them had noticed how far Walker had your skirt hiked up, not even Joel. He was far too focused on his set, and luckily, it was loud enough to mask your moans.

"Please- I want them to know everyone to know that you are mine," He growled into your ear, biting your earlobe firmly.

You give into him, nodding in response; you're too lost in the soft movements of his hips against you even to care.

His fingers dug into your skin, bound to leave purple marks that wouldn't be as easy to hide. He always wants to show you off. Maybe you should have known and shouldn’t have worn the skirt tonight; you knew it would end up with both of you on the floor sooner or later.

"I'm going to take you right here where everyone can hear you scream," Walker murmurs in between kisses, which turn into violent bites.

You hear his belt buckle from behind you. If you had any sense left, you would have stopped, pushed him away, and rolled down your dress. You blamed it on the alcohol, but you knew that was just an excuse. Walker had some kind of hold over you, one that you could never escape. The minute his hands were on you, there would be no way to turn back. 

“You're going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?” Walker asks, his hand already stroking your clit, your drenched soaking.

“Yes, Walker, please,” You beg. He chuckles in response; he knows he’s got you, and you'll give in to his every whim, especially here somewhere so public. "I need you inside me."

“Everyone could be watching us. Watching me take you,” He taunts into your ear, and you can feel his hardness against you. Before you know it, he’s pushed himself into you, and you can feel your feel yourself bending over. Walker places his hand in your hair as he starts rocking his hips.

“You don’t even care, do you?” Walker asks with a smirk. “If someone watches, I think you enjoy it, don’t you? The thought that someone…Someone like Brendan could be watching us? Watching me fuck you like a good little slut you are,” Walker taunts.

You feel yourself heat up from his words. He grunts from behind as his hips pick up pace. Now he has one hand on your neck, the other still in your hair.

“Look how drenched you are,” Walker comments. You can’t even see it’s so dark in the nightclub. “You're taking me like a good girl, aren’t you? You are so needy and desperate that I don’t think I'm going to let you cum. I’d rather watch you squirm,” He ridicules

“Walker-Please I need- please let me cum” You whine, eyes rolling. You can feel yourself shiver from your own admission. It was embarrassing how he had made you so needy in public that you wanted to curl up into a ball, but you couldn’t focus.

You couldn’t concentrate as you felt him thrust in and out of you again; you weren’t going to last long. You swear his words alone could make you just as needy and desperate, plus the fact that you were both in Chez Chez, where everyone and anyone in the village could see you, seemed to make you even wetter. Walker hadn't been inside you long, and yet he still ruined you.

“Why, Sweetheart? give me one reason why you deserve it.” On the last word, he pulled you into him harder, slamming you violently. Your clothes had to be ruined by now, not just from the stains but from his gnarly nails digging into your backside. There were more than just bruises now. Cuts too. 

"I love you," You whimper. The words just fell out. You weren't even sure if you truly did love him, maybe at that moment, but it was enough to convince him.

At first, he was silent for a moment, but then that silence was broken by a grunt. The roughness of his cock pounding into you turns you numb. It's like you've been drugged. You can't feel anything, especially your legs. All you can feel is his rough hands on your chest, teasing your nipples, which only makes you even more sensitive.

"You've been such a good girl, so good to me," He whispers.

"Walker, can I please-"

He cuts you off, hand wrapped around your neck. "You can come now. Let it all out."

And you do. The sweet release you've been craving, you're sure you've. Feel eyes on you in the club, but you don't care as you feel the pleasure wash over you and run down your legs. You wonder how you're going to walk home. You at least hope Walker will drive you home on his bike, even though you don't live that far.

"Come on," Walker says, placing a hand firmly on your thigh. "I'll take you to the bathroom, get you cleaned up, and then I'll drive you home."

[2kiran]

NEED THAT SWEET LIFE WITH ITS DECADENT WAYS

BYF: highly nsfw; no sfw requests. I don’t want minors interacting with my content so don’t let me know. personal questions, asks by blank, ageless, + minors will be ignored.

STAY WITH ME NOW, I DON’T WANNA BE LONELY ༒

CALL OF DUTY – könig, simon riley, john price, keegan russ, kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin, david ‘hesh’ walker, mace, nikto, sebastian krueger, barrage, kyle garrick, john mactavish

VALORANT – cypher, omen, chamber, kay/o

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MORTAL KOMBAT – kabal, erron black, bi-han, kuai liang, kenshi takahashi, hanzo hasashi

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KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ㄑ WORK DETAILS

WRITING: all readers but strictly top male and dom female. character is the bottom unless specified otherwise. hybrids, robots/cyborgs, mutual pining, threesomes, and legal age gap.

DARK CONTENT INCLUDES violence, stalking, dubcon, monsters, yandere, serial killer, toxicity, cheating, and obsession.

NSFW INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, dacryphilia, dumbification, daddy kink (towards reader only), mask kink, weapon kink/play, consensual somnophilia.

STRICTLY WON’T WRITE FOR self-harm, disorders, abuse, non-con (including fantasies & consensual non-consent), age play, incest/stepcest/selfcest, pedophilia, strange fetish, watersports, scat play, heavy impact play, ddlg/b, pet play, and feederism.

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I AM NOT OBLIGATED TO WRITE IT. be patient, ‘cause it may take a good while for me to get to it.

state the gender of reader and if they’re sub (M only), dom, or a switch + top or bottom (F or GN only).

be specific with your request, but don’t completely go overboard. it’s easier for the both of us if you properly state what you want.

NOTE, IN ADDITION: I will not do the fic if O1 I deem it too vague (reqs without a scenario), O2 I do not write for the character, and/or O3 I do not write for the pairing (e.g. dom!character x fem!reader).

if you are unsure with what I am willing to write, ask first.

— HOUSE OF FEARS (MASTERLIST)

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[hazzyking]

OMGGGG simon walker (hollyoaks) fics in 2024??! I love it

imagine domming him

Absolutely yes!!!!! Idk who you are. And I don't need to know. But you are making my entire month rn by sending these asks

Okay hear me out.

It started when you were mad at him, you found out he was seeing Brendan behind your back or he just threatened the wrong people and they came to your house, whatever the reason, you were pissed.

You tied him to the kitchen chair, and kicked his legs apart, he looked up at you with that sultry little innocent look, lips pursed out just a bit, mouth open ever so slightly, and those fucking doe eyes that scream 'fuck me' you were still oblivious to it, until you grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to look at you. And he moaned. Then, your eyes trailed from his, down to his erection straining against his jeans. "Oh god, Simon," you muttered softly, lowering yourself down between his legs.

"Are you going to untie me?" Simon asked, looking down at you.

"Now, why would I do that?" You said with a soft chuckle, and his head rolled back, letting out another soft moan.

[acvillagerdeathmatch]

This is gonna be the pinned post where I list all the polls as they go up! So it's gonna change! Give me a minute if im slow to update this post because I'm BUSY. I have THINGS TO DO.

Shitty tournament diagram pls enjoy my terrible handwriting.

Active polls:

Round 2:

Shino v Bruce

Chief v Audie

Amelia v Sunny

Meow v Apollo

Pierre v Walt

Vesta v Bob

Butch v Coco

Bam v Beau

Kabuki v Lolly

Kitty v Ankha

Tangy v Purrl

Willow v Bow

Petri v Molly

Sasha v Shep

Fauna v Lopez

Sherb v Chevre

Skye v Kyle

Marshal v Cheri

Etoile v Pietro

Olivia v Marina

Agnus v Pekoe

Gayle v Roald

Goldie v Whitney

Merengue v Margie

Dotty v Judy

Muffy v Cherry

Sprinkle v Chai

Stitches v Rosie

Punchy v Diana

Cephalobot v Lily

Ketchup v Lucky

Gladys v Maple

Completed polls:

Round 1:

Nindori, Wolfgang, Marshal, Hans, Epona, Frita, Ed, Eugene, Ace

Croque, Drift, Bertha, Ankha, Eunice, Bonbon, Hopkins, Diva, Leopold

Ozzie, Analog, Anicotti, Roscoe, Stitches, Cranston, Kiki, Megan, Boris

Megumi, Pancetti, Drake, Zucker, Etoile, Ione, Gen, W. Link, Deena

Rizzo, Pecan, Leonardo, Hugh, Alice, Henry, Chai, Cyrano, Curlos

Flurry, Vivian, Genji, Fang, Kit, Wendy, Azalea, Tammy, Beau

Tasha, Pango, Sprinkle, Kidd, Egbert, Barold, Lobo, Del, Pate

Mott, Peck, Robin, Margie, Chops, Hippeux, Big Top, Flip, Annalisa

Woolio, Rodeo, Rodney, Lulu, Nate, Eloise, Bam, Beardo, Cleo

Inkwell, Paula, Sheldon, Shep, Lucha, Sandy, Jeremiah, Bill, Benedict

Mint, Elmer, Tia, Dobie, Lucy, Betty, Goose, Sasha, Muffy

Sue E, Stu, Petunia, Lyman, Bella, Gloria, Doc, Bruce, Jane

Rolf, Sylvana, Melba, Tammi, Lionel, Murphy, Frett, Samson, Coco

Cupcake, Limberg, Fruity, Dotty, Iggly, Bluebear, Louie, Annalise, Olivia

Vladimir, Rudy, Sven, Shoukichi, Liz, Purrl, Holden, Moe, Dozer

Angus, Broccolo, Blaire, Dizzy, Jay, Frobert, Norma, Lucky, Renee

Tex, Violet, Skye, Sly, Medli, Otis, Kody, Reneigh, Graham

Nosegay, Maddie, Quillson, Shari, Teddy, Sunny, Sally/Hazel, Walker, Snake

Nan, Peaches, Madam Rosa, Lily, Dora, Freya, Cole, Iggy, Bettina

Shino, Spork/Crackle, Scoot, Pompom, Flossie, Knox, Dom, Frank, Anabelle

Pashmina, Piper, Octavian, Lolly, Drago, Bree, Bessie, Alli, Benjamin

Sherb, Tutu, Rooney, Rocket, Diana, Pinky, Curly, Mitzi, Admiral

Tucker, Velma, Sterling, Nibbles, Baabara, Flash, Champ, Joey, Chief

Stella, Wade, Punchy, Poko, Ike, Pierce, Aurora, Boyd, Canberra

Puck, T-bone, Opal, Mallary, Bob, Hank, Blanche, Cyd, Axel

Ketchup, Kevin, Monique, Francine, Astrid, Bitty, Antonio, Hamphrey, Becky

Klaus, Meow, Hector, Hamlet, Belle, Filly, Clay, Emerald, Cobb

Plucky, Valise, Mathilda, Mac, Cephalobot, Ken, Carrot, Filbert, Claude

Victoria, Willow, Zoe, Ursala, Moose, Olaf, Grizzly, Gwen, Chico

Marty, Phoebe, Maelle, Keaton, Freckles, Katt, Carmen, Judy, Cece

Savannah, Poncho, Stinky, Gayle, Billy, Elise, Bangle, Bud, Avery

Truffles, Zell, Tabby, Shinabiru, Petri, Ricky, Maggie, Raddle, Flora

Prince, Tybalt, Vesta, Patricia, Chow, Nana, Chevre, Gonzo, Chadder

Oxford, Jitters, Peanut, Jacques, Felyne, Aziz, Claudia, Apple, Apollo

Miranda, Molly, Tom, Marcel, Clara, Harry, Bones, Maple, Cesar

Quetzal, Whitney, Winnie, Joe, Ganon, Patty, Bea, Mira, Groucho

Ribbot, Sparro, Ruby, Midge, Biff, Marina, Anchovy, Papi, Camofrog

Quinn, Pierre, Spike, Merry, Gladys, June, Gruff, Olive, Carmen

Paolo, Lulu, Vic, Juubei, Lopez, Gala, Deidre, Elvis, Gabi

Sprocket, Static, Marcie, Marlo, Goldie, Julian, Felicity, Huggy, Ellie

Rowan, Viche, Twiggy, Greta, Puddles, Penny, Cally/Sally, Bow, Chuck

Penelope, Slyvia, Pekoe, Peewee, Fuschia, Leigh, Jambette, Masa, Boots

Simon, Weldon, Queenie, Kitty, Curt, Amelia, Agent S, Pigleg, Alfonso

Rocco, Toby, Tiansheng, Rhoda, Hambo, Naomi, Bunnie, Hazel, Audie

Rollo, Yodel, Kyle, Tipper, Flo, Kabuki, Candi, Colton, Broffina

Tiffany, Weber, Gaston, Chelsea, Elina, Bubbles, Boone, Buzz, Agnes

Peggy, O'Hare, Yuka, Monty, Chester, Cookie, Celia, Koharu, Butch

Sydney, Rory, Wart Jr., Pudge, Kid Cat, Merengue, Fauna, Pippy, Cube

Rex, Timbra, Tank, Rasher, Cheri, Faith, Ava, Huck, Chabwick

Poppy, Roswell, Pietro, Phil, Hopper, Kitt, Clyde, Erik, Boomer

Twirp, Rod, Rosie, Rhonda, Rio, Portia, Julia, Coach, Cousteau

Tangy, Tarou, Tad, Hornsby, Daisy, Deli, Buck, Chrissy, Al

Rilla, Snooty, Marcy, Cherry, Biskit, Carrie, Bianca, Caroline/Bliss, Aisle

Soleil, Tiara, Roald, Jakey/Jacob, Friga, Gigi, Charlise, Derwin, Cashmere

Raymond, Walt

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics New Zealand roster

Athletics

James Preston (Wellington)

Sam Tanner (Papamoa)

Georgie Beamish (Hastings)

Hamish Kerr (Dunedin)

Ethan Olivier (Vereeniging, South Africa)

Jack Gill (Auckland)

Tom Walsh (Timaru)

Connor Bell (Auckland)

Zoe Hobbs (New Plymouth)

Maia Ramsden (Addis Ababa, Ethiopia)

Camille French (Hamilton)

Imogen Ayris (Auckland)

Eliza McCartney (Auckland)

Olivia McTaggart (Auckland)

Maddison-Lee Wesche (Auckland)

Tori Peeters (Cambridge)

Laura Bruce (Christchurch)

Canoeing

Finn Butcher (Auckland)

Hamish Legarth (Hastings)

Max Brown (Cambridge)

Grant Clancy (Auckland)

Kurtis Imrie (Wellington)

Luuka Jones (Tauranga)

Lucy Matehaere (Dunedin)

Lisa Buck (Ōhope)

Aimee Fisher (Rotorua)

Alicia Hoskin (Gisborne)

Olivia Brett (Auckland)

Tara Vaughan (Auckland)

Climbing

Julian David (Tauranga)

Sarah Tetzlaff (Tauranga)

Cycling

Laurence Pithie (Christchurch)

Corbin Strong (Invercargill)

Sam Dakin (Auckland)

Aaron Gate (Auckland)

Keegan Hornblow (Nelson)

Tom Sexton (Invercargill)

Campbell Stewart (Palmerston North)

Sam Gaze (Tokoroa)

Rico Bearman (North Harbour)

Niamh Fisher-Black (Nelson)

Kim Cadzow (Tauranga)

Ellesse Andrews (Christchurch)

Shaane Fulton (Hamilton)

Rebecca Petch (Te Awamutu)

Ally Wollaston (Waikato)

Bryony Botha (Auckland)

Emily Shearman (Palmerston North)

Nicole Shields (Clyde)

Samara Maxwell (Taupō)

Leila Walker (Cambridge)

Diving

Elizabeth Roussel (Auckland)

Equestrian

Clarke Johnstone (Matangi)

Tim Price (Rangiora)

Melissa Galloway (Tuamarina)

Jonelle Price (Rangiora)

Field hockey

Dom Dixon (Hawke's Bay)

Brad Read (Auckland)

Malachi Buschl (Dunedin)

Scott Boyde (Brisbane, Australia)

Dane Lett (Carterton)

Simon Child (Auckland)

Charlie Morrison (Christchurch)

Joe Morrison (Christchurch)

Jacob Smith (Wellington)

Sam Lane (Temuka)

Simon Yorston (Christchurch)

Nic Woods (Hamilton)

Kane Russell (Dunedin)

Blair Tarrant (Timaru)

Sean Findlay (Taradale)

Hugo Inglis (Dunedin)

Hayden Phillips (Levin)

Isaac Houlbrooke (Auckland)

Leon Hayward (Darwin, Australia)

Golf

Ryan Fox (Auckland)

Daniel Hillier (Wellington)

Ko Bo-Gyung (Orlando, Florida)

Gymnastics

Dylan Schmidt (Auckland)

Georgia-Rose Brown (Melbourne, Australia)

Maddie Davidson (Christchurch)

Judo

Moira Koster (Christchurch)

Sydnee Andrews (Camberley, U.K.)

Rowing

Tom Mackintosh (Hastings)

Dan Williamson (Beachlands)

Phillip Wilson (Wellington)

Robbie Manson (Hamilton)

Jordan Parry (Tauranga)

Matt Macdonald (Auckland)

Ollie Maclean (Auckland)

Tom Murray (Blenheim)

Logan Ullrich (Brisbane, Australia)

Emma Twigg (Napier)

Kate Haines (Hamilton)

Alana Sherman (Auckland)

Brooke Francis (Te Kauwhata)

Lucy Spoors (Christchurch)

Phoebe Spoors (Christchurch)

Jackie Kiddle (Wellington)

Shannon Cox (Whangārei)

Jackie Gowler (Raetihi)

Kerri Williams (Raetihi)

Davina Waddy (Christchurch)

Rugby

Scott Curry (Rotorua)

Brady Rush (Kerikeri)

Tone Shiu (Napier)

Akuila Rokolisoa (Lautoka, Fiji)

Dylan Collier (Ōpōtiki)

Ngarohi McGarvey-Black (Rotorua)

Fehi Fineanganofo (Auckland)

Andrew Knewstubb (Wellington)

Regan Ware (Tokoroa)

Tepaea Cook-Savage (Kaitaia)

Moses Leo (Auckland)

Leroy Carter (Tauranga)

Tevarn Webber (Hamilton)

Sione Molia (Pukekohe)

Michaela Blyde (New Plymouth)

Jazmin Hotham (Hamilton)

Sarah Hirini (Feilding)

Tyla King (Auckland)

Jorja Miller (Timaru)

Manaia Nuku (Hamilton)

Mahina Paul (Whakatāne)

Risealeaana Pouri-Lane (Auburn, Australia)

Alena Saili (Porirua)

Theresa Stefano (Auckland)

Stacey Fluhler (Papakura)

Portia Woodman (Kawakawa)

Sailing

Josh Armit (Auckland)

Lukas Walton-Keim (Auckland)

Tom Saunders (Auckland)

Isaac McHardie (Hamilton)

William McKenzie (Auckland)

Micah Williamson (Hamilton)

Greta Pilkington (Auckland)

Justina Kitchen (Auckland)

Joanna Aleh (Auckland)

Molly Meech (Auckland)

Erica Dawson (Auckland)

Shooting

Owen Robinson (Morrinsville)

Chloe Tipple (Christchurch)

Soccer

Alex Paulsen (Auckland)

Michael Boxall (Auckland)

Sam Sutton (Auckland)

Tyler Bindon (Los Angeles, California)

Finn Surman (Christchurch)

Joe Bell (Christchurch)

Matthew Garbett (Porirua)

Ben Old (Wellington)

Ben Waine (Wellington)

Sarpreet Singh (Auckland)

Jesse Randall (Wellington)

Kees Sims (Bracknell, U.K.)

Lukas Kelly-Heald (Wellington)

Jay Herdman (Invercargill)

Matthew Sheridan (Wellington)

Fin Conchie (Hamilton)

Lachlan Bayliss (Darwin, Australia)

Oskar Van Hattum (New Plymouth)

William Gillion (Auckland)

Isaac Hughes (Wellington)

Anna Leat (Auckland)

Kate Taylor (Christchurch)

Mackenzie Barry (New Plymouth)

Catherine Bott (Wellington)

Meikayla Moore (Christchurch)

Malia Steinmetz (Auckland)

Michaela Foster (Hamilton)

Macey Fraser (Rangiora)

Gabi Rennie (Rangiora)

Indiah-Paige Riley (Albany Creek, Australia)

Katie Kitching (Well, U.K.)

Victoria Esson (Christchurch)

Rebekah Stott (Papamoa)

Katie Bowen (Auckland)

Ally Green (Sydney, Australia)

Jacqueline Hand (Auckland)

Milly Clegg (Auckland)

Grace Jale (Auckland)

Annalie Longo (Auckland)

Surfing

Billy Stairmand (Raglan)

Saffi Vette (Gisborne)

Swimming

Kane Follows (Auckland)

Taiko Torepe-Ormsby (Christchurch)

Cameron Gray (Auckland)

Lewis Clareburt (Wellington)

Nina Brown (Auckland)

Eva Morris (Tauranga)

Laticia-Leigh Transom (Brisbane, Australia)

Erika Fairweather (Dunedin)

Eve Thomas (Auckland)

Vanessa Ouwehand (Auckland)

Caitlin Deans (Dunedin)

Tennis

Lulu Sun (Geneva, Switzerland)

Erin Routliffe (Caledon, Ontario)

Triathlon

Dylan McCullough (Auckland)

Hayden Wilde (Whakatāne)

Ainsley Thorpe (Auckland)

Nicole Van Der Kaay (Rotorua)

Weightlifting

David Liti (Auckland)

Wrestling

Tayla Ford (Christchurch)

[c4ntrip]

hello..................

[amourlyns]

⠀ ⠀ updated: monday april 1st

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𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑥 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠

⟢ including: octane, mirage, bangalore, loba, fuse, bloodhound, catalyst, ash, revenant, caustic, pathfinder, rampart, seer, gibraltar, horizon, crypto, lifeline, wattson, valkyrie, vantage, wraith and vantage & many more

𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟

⟢ including: jay, minu, yuna, mia, dom, hyeok gwon, joker, vinny, owen, harry, noah, mia, juhwan, mario-nam, monster, shelly and wooin & many more

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⟢ including: captain america, thor, ironman, hulk, hawkeye, scarlet witch, spiderman, doctor strange, black panther, moonknight, deadpool, black widow & many more.

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⟢ including: tracer, widowmaker, mercy, genji, reaper, solider 76, zarya, d.va, sombra, hanzo, winston, doomfist, mei, junkrat, symmetra, moira, reinhardt, pharah, zenyatta, orisa, cassidy, winston, roadhog, torbjörn & many more.

𝑡𝑙𝑜𝑢

⟢ including: joel, ellie, jesse, dina, tommy, abby, tess, marlene, henry, sam & many more.

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐

⟢ including: anyone from any franchise

𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦

⟢ including: konig, simon ‘ghost’ riley, johnny ‘soap’ mctavish, john price, macmillan, farah, alex mason, frank woods, david mason, logan walker, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, kim "horangi" hong-jin & many more

𝑟𝑑𝑟2

⟢ including: bill williamson, dutch van der linde, john marston, abigail marston, javier escuella, charles smith, arthur morgan, lenny summers, sadie adler, hosea matthews, sean macguire, & many more

𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠

⟢ including: batman, superman, wonder woman, aqua man, harley quinn, red hood, nightwing, cat woman, flash, cyborg, lois lane, batgirl, kara zor-el, starfire & much more

[gothushi]

I implore you to consider…domming Walker and Brendan at the same time. Or at least playing into their rivalry, maybe some voyuerism…

ugh, this. i can see both scenarios honestly, fem reader and not proofread im sorry ill check it in the morning

if it’s both of them at the same time, they both worship you. and are extremely competitive with each other. will often fight for your attention, whether that’s giving you a kiss to make the other jealous, or nearly tongue fucking each others mouths because they’re both trying to eat you out. often will start an actual little fight whilst pleasuring you, resulting in you either denying pleasure from both of them or snapping your fingers at them like they’re bad dogs. brendan’s definitely more confident though, say they’re both eating you out, alternating between kissing your thighs and sucking at your clit, and brendan’s hand will start palming over simon’s aching bulge, making him whine on your clit and start panting and drooling more. his head’ll collapse on your thigh, staring up at you with hearts in his eyes as if you’re the one touching him. all the while brendan rubs his hand harder and spits on your already soaked clit to continue what simon stopped doing. you often instruct brendan to fuck simon while you watch, thoroughly enjoying the faces the latter makes, how he grabs the blankets tight in his fists, tears up, stares at you with pleading eyes because he wants you to touch him to. they’re both obsessed with you, will do anything you ask, even if they fight over it.

now if it’s just you and simon, and maybe you’ve had some history with brendan (just to spice it up), simon is a fucking menace. set up a scenario, at chez chez, just hanging out with simon whilst he’s waiting on brendan to come out of his office to talk. but simon gets preoccupied, cornering you against the wall, kissing you deeply. your hands are roaming all over him, grabbing his waist, squeezing, and brendan comes from his office to find simon. he obviously doesn’t notice though, too occupied with kissing you like his life depends on it. you do though, you see the way brendans eyes lock onto yours, the way they harden a bit. a grin flashes over your face, hands roaming up simon’s back making him moan low against your jaw where his tongue drags over your skin. he’s sucking a mark into your skin when you push a knee between his thighs and he gasps, a faint whimper sounding for your ears only. brendan stands amongst the crowded club, keeping his eyes on you both even as people walk past him, colored lights flashing over everyone. within not even sixty seconds simon’s pushing his cock down on your thigh, face flushed, your hands running through his hair, only focused on you, your own eyes focused on brendan. brendan can see you whispering something to simon, something that makes his shoulders shake with a laugh and his body crowd closer to yours, sucking at your neck. brendan can see the way simons lips part to moan, and something of.. jealousy? anger? something, flashes through him. he breaks eye contact just as simon cums against your thigh, none of the drunken crowd even sparing a glance at the two of you at the edge of the room.

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i’d to elaborate more but once again, late night ramble thoughts, i cld possibly do a full fic on one of these ?

[amberesinite]

ACNH Villagers by House Type

I don't know if anyone has a need for this or if anyone has compiled a list already, but I made a list of ACNH villagers based on their home exterior. This is based on the general SHAPE of the house, NOT the other characteristics like window, porch light, roof, color, etc. The categories I have come up with are as follows:

“Beach Hut”

This is the rounded house with a rectangular porch and exposed bamboo. It should be noted that this is ~*~technically~*~ a version of the pueblo, but the exposed bamboo is a present feature in so many houses that I made it its own category.

Alice, Alli, Annalise, Bonbon, Boone, Buck, Curlos, Dierdre, Drake, Egbert, Flip, Gaston, Hans, Jitters, June, Lopez, Nate, O’Hare, Papi, Pierce, Plucky, Prince, Rex, Rolf, Shari, Shep, Timbra, Tucker, Winnie

“Craftsman”

This is the square-shaped house with a rectangular patio and a pointed eave above the front door. Most of the houses fit into this category.

Agent S, Agnes, Al, Anchovy, Anicotti, Apollo, Aurora, Ava, Axel, Bam, Barold, Becky, Bella, Bianca, Biff, Big Top, Bitty, Blaire, Bob, Bree, Broffina, Bruce, Butch, Camofrog, Carmen, Carrie, Cashmere, Cesar, Charlise, Chelsea, Cherry, Chief, Claudia, Cleo, Cobb, Colton, Cube, Cyd, Daisy, Doc, Dotty, Drago, Ed, Elise, Eloise, Elvis, Eugene, Eunice, Filbert, Frank, Freckles, Frita, Frobert, Fuchsia, Gloria, Goose, Grizzly, Groucho, Gruff, Hazel, Henry, Hippeux, Hugh, Iggly, Ike, Jacques, Katt, Keaton, Kevin, Kid Cat, Kidd, Kitty, Knox, Kyle, Leonardo, Leopold, Lobo, Lucha, Lucky, Lucy, Maelle, Mallary, Mathilda, Merry, Miranda, Mitzi, Moose, Mott, Nan, Naomi, Olaf, Olive, Olivia, Opal, Paula, Peanut, Peewee, Phil, Pippy, Poncho, Poppy, Portia, Puck, Punchy, Purrl, Raddle, Raymond, Renee, Ribbot, Rilla, Roald, Robin, Rocco, Rocket, Rod, Rodeo, Rooney, Roscoe, Samson, Savannah, Sheldon, Soleil, Spike, Spork, Sprocket, Static, Stinky, Stitches, Sylvia, Tammy, Tangy, Tasha, Tex, Tiffany, Tom, Truffles, Tybalt, Vic, Vivian, Vladimir, Wendy, Wolfgang

“French Provincial”

This is the square-ish house with a rectangular patio and a rounded eave above the front door.

Alfonso, Bea, Beardo, Benedict, Bettina, Bluebear, Bones, Boomer, Boyd, Broccolo, Bubbles, Bunnie, Caroline, Celia, Chadder, Chai, Chrissy, Claude, Clyde, Coach, Curly, Deena, Derwin, Diana, Dizzy, Drift, Ellie, Fang, Felicity, Flo, Francine, Freya, Gala, Gigi, Goldie, Hamlet, Hopkins, Jacob, Jambette, Jay, Jeremiah, Judy, Julia, Kiki, Klaus, Lily, Lionel, Lolly, Maggie, Marina, Merengue, Midge, Mira, Monique, Muffy, Nana, Nibbles, Ozzie, Pancetti, Paolo, Pashmina, Pate, Patty, Pecan, Peggy, Penelope, Phoebe, Pietro, Pompom, Pudge, Quillson, Reneigh, Rhonda, Rodney, Ruby, Rudy, Sandy, Scoot, Skye, Stu, T-Bone, Tia, Twiggy, Ursala, Victoria, Walker, Whitney, Willow, Yuka

“Log Cabin”

Similar to the “beach hut,” this is a variation of the French provincial-style home except with logs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Amelia, Beau, Bill, Biskit, Canberra, Candi, Dom, Elmer, Erik, Gonzo, Graham, Huck, Louie, Lyman, Mac, Marty, Molly, Murphy, Peaches, Ricky, Sly, Stella, Sydney, Tad, Teddy, Velma, Vesta

“Pueblo”

This is the rounded house with either a rectangular or semi-circular patio and a rounded eave above the front door.

Anabelle, Angus, Ankha, Antonio, Apple, Audie, Avery, Baabara, Bangle, Bertha, Boris, Bud, Cally, Cheri, Chevre, Chops, Clay, Cole, Cookie, Deli, Diva, Etoile, Fauna, Flora, Flurry, Friga, Gabi, Gayle, Gwen, Hopper, Joey, Julian, Ketchup, Kitt, Kody, Maddie, Maple, Marcie, Marshal, Megan, Melba, Mint, Moe, Monty, Norma, Pango, Peck, Piper, Puddles, Queenie, Rasher, Rosie, Sally, Sherb, Simon, Sparro, Sprinkle, Sterling, Sylvana, Tabby, Tammi, Tipper, Tutu, Violet, Wade, Weber, Zell

“Zen”

This is the square-shaped house with a rectangular patio and a sloped roof with no eaves over the door.

Admiral, Annalisa, Benjamin, Billy, Blanche, Boots, Buzz, Chester, Chow, Coco, Cousteau, Cranston, Croque, Curt, Cyrano, Dell, Dobie, Dora, Genji, Gladys, Greta, Hamphrey, Harry, Hornsby, Kabuki, Ken, Limberg, Marcel, Margie, Octavian, Pekoe, Pinky, Rizzo, Rory, Rowan, Snake, Snooty, Tank, Toby, Walt, Wart Jr., Zucker

[ficsforfundota]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Negan Characters: Daryl Dixon, Negan (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Maggie, Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Carol Peletier, Judith Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Negan's Baseball Bat Lucille (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Gregory (Walking Dead: Hilltop), Dwight (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Blood, Death, Protective Negan, Bottom Daryl Dixon, Dominance, Top Negan (Walking Dead), Alternate Universe, Some change to story lines, Daryl Dixon Smut, Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Collar, Submission, Truama, PTSD, Anxiety, Fear, Stockholm Syndrome, Sad, Childhood Abuse, Dom/sub, Suicide Attempt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Pain, Hurt Daryl Dixon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Hurt Daryl Dixon, Public humilation, rough themes, Daddy Kink, Walkers (Walking Dead), Angry Rick Grimes Summary:

Daryl Dixon thought he was being brave when he fought against Negan as he was bashing his friends' brains in. In reality, he was catching the attention of the dominant and aggressive leader. Being taken back to the Sanctuary he assumed it was going to be his death sentence, but instead it grew into something he couldn't control.

However, he didn't know if he wanted to be in control anymore.

Spoilers for The Walking Dead, I do not own these characters but the story progression does differ from the original plot of TWD

[behaviourisms]

have  you  ever  gone  island  hopping  in  search  for  marshal  for  thirteen  islands  before  coming  upon  the  realisation  that  some  of  the  villager  names  happen  to  be  perfect  for  that  character  you’ve  been  struggling  to  name  for  five  days  straight  ?  just  me  ?  oh  ,  wild  !  well  ,  while  i  cry  for  every  day  that  i  still  don’t  have  marshal  ,  here  for  your  enjoyment  is  a  masterlist  of  animal  crossing  names  anyways  !  if  this  actually  helped  you  in  any  way  ,  please  like  or  reblog  this  post  !

a  :

ace

admiral

agnes

al

alfonso

alice

alli

amelia

anabelle

annalisa

annalise

antonio

apollo

astrid

audie

aurora

ava

avery

axel

aziz

b  :

bea

beau

becky

bella

belle

benedict

benjamin

bertha

bessie

bettina

betty

bianca

bill

billy

blaire

bob

boris

boyd

bree

bruce

butch

c  :

carmen

caroline

carrie

cece

celeste

celia

cesar

chai

charlise

chelsea

cheri

chester

chip

chrissy

chuck

c.j.

clara

claude

claudia

cleo

clyde

cobb

coco

cole

colton

curt

cyd

cyrus

d  :

daisy

deena

del

derwin

diana

dom

dora

drake

e  :

ed

elina

elise

ellie

elmer

eloise

elvis

emerald

epona

erik

étoile

eugene

eunice

f  :

faith

fang

fauna

felicity

flash

flo

flora

francine

frank

franklin

freya

friga

frita

g  :

gabi

gala

gaston

gayle

gen

genji

gigi

giovanni

gladys

gloria

gracie

graham

greta

gulliver

gwen

h  :

hamlet

hank

hans

harry

harriet

harvey

hazel

hector

henry

holden

hopkins

hopper

hugh

i  :

iggy

ike

isabelle

j  :

jack

jacob

jacques

jane

jay

jeremiah

joan

joe

joey

judy

julia

julian

june

k  :

kaitlin

katie

katrina

katt

keaton

ken

kevin

kiki

kit

kitt

klaus

knox

kody

kyle

l  :

leif

leigh

leila

leilani

leonardo

leopold

lily

lionel

liz

lloid

lopez

lottie

louie

lucy

lulu

luna

lyle

lyman

m  :

mabel

mac

maddie

maelle

maggie

mallary

maple

marcel

marcie

marcy

margie

marina

marshal

marty

mathilda

medli

megan

megumi

melba

midge

mint

mira

miranda

moe

molly

monique

monty

murphy

n  :

nan

nana

naomi

nat

nate

norma

o  :

octavian

olaf

olive

olivia

opal

orville

otis

oxford

p  :

paolo

pashmina

patricia

paula

peggy

penelope

penny

pete

petunia

phil

phineas

phoebe

phyllis

pierce

pierre

pietro

piper

poppy

porter

portia

prince

puck

q  :

queenie

r  :

raymond

redd

reese

renée

reneigh

rex

rhoda

rhonda

ricky

rio

rizzo

roald

robin

rocket

rod

rodney

rolf

rooney

rory

roscoe

rosie

rover

rowan

ruby

rudy

s  :

sally

samson

sandy

savannah

serena

shari

sheldon

simon

skye

soleil

spike

stella

sterling

stu

sue

sunny

sven

sydney

sylvana

sylvia

t  :

tammi

tammy

tank

tasha

teddy

tex

tia

tiara

tiffany

timmy

toby

tom

tommy

tybalt

u  :

ursala

v  :

valise

velma

verdun

vesta

vic

viché

victoria

violet

vivian

vladimir

w  :

wade

walker

walt

weber

wendell

wendy

whitney

wilbur

willow

winnie

wolfgang

y  :

yuka

z  :

zell

zoe

zucker

[jaybug-jabbers]

My Complete ACNH Villager Tier List

This is made mostly for my own reference and convenience as I go island-hopping.

Tiers Explained S: All-time favorites, godly tier

A: Favorites

B: I would not mind having on my island

C: I don’t want on my island; they are either pretty boring or just unpleasant

Shit: This is an abomination, why did they even make them

Notes

* I dislike the Jock personality so it’s a major point reduction, but if a character’s design is really strong, I might like them despite their Jock personality

* I am extremely picky and dislike a lot of characters; don’t bother yelling at me for hating your favorites

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S-Tier: All-Time Favorites

Anteater - Anabelle

Cat -  Ankha, Raymond

Chicken - Ken

Deer - Erik

Eagle - Amelia

Horse - Roscoe

Lion - Leopold

Ostrich - Flora, Julia, Phoebe

Sheep - Dom

Squirrel - Marshal

Wolf - Skye

A-Tier: Favorites

Deer - Bruce, Lopez, Beau, Zell

Eagle - Avery, Buzz, Apollo

Ostrich - Cranston, Blanche, Gladys, Phil

Wolf - Kyle

Bull - Rodeo

Squirrel - Poppy

Penguin - Hopper

Elephant - Tia

Goat - Kidd, Sherb

B-Tier: Wouldn’t Mind Having

Alligator - Gayle, Drago

Anteater - Pango

Bear - Megan

Bull - Stu

Bird - Sparro, Jacob

Cat - Punchy, Olivia, Tom

Chicken - Becky, Egbert, Knox, Plucky

Cub - Maple, Judy, June

Duck - Molly

Eagle - Celia, Sterling

Elephant - Cyd, Ellie

Hippo - Bertha

Horse - Cleo, Colton, Julian, Papi, Savannah, Victoria

Kangaroo - Walt

Koala - Melba, Yuka

Mouse - Chadder

Octopus - Marina

Penguin - Aurora, Boomer

Pig - Boris, Agnes

Sheep - Wendy

Squirrel - Agent S, Blaire, Pecan, Static, Tasha

Wolf - Chief, Audie, Dobie, Lobo, Vivian, Whitney, Wolfgang

C-Tier: Boring or Unpleasant

Alligator - Sly, Del, Boots, Alli, Alfonso

Anteater - Snooty, Olaf, Cyrano, Antonio, Annalisa

Bear - Charlise, Curt, Grizzly, Groucho, Ike, Klaus, Paula, Pinky, Teddy, Ursala

Bird - Twiggy, Jay, Jacques, Midge, Peck, Robin, Piper

Bull - Angus, Coach, T-Bone, Vic

Cat - Felicity, Merry, Mitzy, Bob, Kid Cat, Kitty, Lolly

Chicken - Ava, Benedict, Broffina, Goose

Cub - Bluebear, Cheri, Murphy, Olive, Pekoe, Poncho, Stitches, Tammy

Deer - Bam, Deirdre, Diana, Fauna

Dog - Bea, Bones, Butch, Cherry, Cookie, Daisy, Goldie, Lucky, Mac, Maddie, Portia, Walker, Shep

Duck - Bill, Freckles, Ketchup, Mallary, Miranda, Scoot, Weber

Eagle - Frank, Keaton, Pierce

Elephant - Big Top, Dizzy, Eloise, Margie, Opal, Paolo

Frog - Camofrog, Cousteau, Drift, Frobert, Henry, Huck, Jeremiah, Lily, Prince, Puddles, Raddle, Ribbot, Tad

Goat -  Pashmina

Gorilla - Hans, Louie, Rocket, Boone

Hamster - Clay, Flurry, Hamlet, Hamphrey

Hippo - Biff, Bubbles

Horse - Annalise, Ed, Elmer, Reneigh, Winnie

Kangaroo - Carrie, Kitt, Rooney, Sylvia, Mathilda, Astrid

Koala - Eugene, Lyman

Lion - Elvis, Lionel, Mott, Rex

Monkey - Nana, Deli

Mouse - Bree, Bettina, Dora, Penelope, Rod, Samson

Octopus - Zucker, Octavian

Ostrich - Queeine, Sandy, Sprocket

Penguin - Wade, Roald, Puck, Friga, Sprinkle

Pig - Chops, Cobb, Curly, Gala, Kevin, Lucy, Hugh, Peggy, Spork, Rasher

Rabbit - Bonbon, Chrissy, Claude, Coco, Francine, Hopkins, Mira, Snake

Sheep - Eunice, Stella, Willow, Woolio

Squirrel - Caroline, Filbert, Mint, Nibbles, Peanut, Sally, Sylvana

Tiger - Bangle, Bianca, Claudia, Leonardo, Rowan, Tybalt, Rolf

Wolf - Fang, Freya

Shit-Tier: Horrifying

Bear - Beardo, Chow, Nate, Tutu

Bird - Lucha, Anchovy, Jitters, Admiral

Cat - Katt, Kiki, Moe, Monique, Purrl, Rosie, Rudy, Stinky, Tabby, Tangy, Kabuki

Cub - Barold, Chester, Kody, Pudge, Vladimir

Deer - Fuchsia

Dog - Benjamin, Biskit, Marcel

Duck - Deena, Derwin, Drake, Gloria, Joey, Maelle, Pate, Pompom, Quillson

Elephant - Axel, Tucker

Frog - Croque, Diva, Gigi, Jambette will haunt my nightmares, Wart Jr.

Goat - Billy, Chevre, Gruff, Nan, Velma

Gorilla - Al, Boyd, Cesar, Violet

Hamster - Apple, Graham, Rodney, Soleil

Hippo - Bitty, Harry, Hippeux, Rocco

Horse - Buck, Clyde, Peaches

Kangaroo - Marcie

Koala - Alice, Canberra, Gonzo, Ozzie, Sydney

Lion - Bud, Rory

Monkey - Elise, Monty, Shari, Tammi, Simon, Flip

Mouse - Anicotti, Bella, Broccolo, Candi, Greta, Limberg, Moose, Rizzo

Penguin - Cube, Flo, Gwen, Iggly, Tex

Pig - Maggie, Pancetti, Truffles

Rabbit - Bunnie, Carmen, Cole, Doc, Dotty, Gabi, Gaston, Genji, Pippy, O’Hare, Ruby, Tiffany, Toby

Sheep - Baabara, Cashmere, Curlos, Frita, Muffy, Pietro, Timbra, Vesta

Squirrel - Cally, Hazel, Ricky, Sheldon

[dreamings-free]

How Harry Styles Became A Modern Style Icon

by Phoe­be Luck­hurst - Evening Standard 15/11/19

A man wrought in the fires of teenage boy­band hy­per-stardom is not afraid of a lit­tle commotion. Still when Harry Styles — the One Di­rec­tion mat­inée idol turned lan­guid Gen Z icon — tweeted, at 1.01 pm GMT on Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon, that he would be tak­ing his up­com­ing album Fine Line on tour, you could, if at­tuned to the cor­rect de­mo­graphic fre­quency, hear the howl echo around the in­ter­net: gut­tural, hun­gry, ul­u­lat­ing. This was a pseudo-re­li­gious experience: one vi­ral meme de­picted the Pope hold­ing a copy of his al­bum aloft. The announce­ment has been retweeted al­most 70,000 times.

The 25-year old is a tour vet­eran — he spent five years and five al­bums strapped to the thunder­ing 1D jug­ger­naut — but this new tour is his first as a bona fide solo brand. The al­bum, his first in two years, is synth-soaked and soul­ful, the al­bum’s aes­thetic fever­-dreamy. Granted, he’s not the first per­son to go to So­Cal, try a few magic mush­rooms and de­clare him­self radically trans­formed, but the re­sults are be­guil­ing — and cer­tainly a world away from his years as a Simon Cow­ell Ken doll. Since his last record, he has co- hosted t he Met Gala and been reborn as an Alessan­dro Michele muse. This is your Styles crib sheet.

Melody maker

Styles’s new al­bum — writ­ten un­der a tie-dye mist af­ter tak­ing the afore­men­tioned psychedelics, which also re­sulted in a mishap in which he bit off the tip of his tongue — is “all about hav­ing sex and feel­ing sad”, which, granted, as a topline, does not wildly dif­fer­en­ti­ate the record from the genre of “al l other mu­sic ever”. Still, the early signs for Fine Line are encouraging. Its first sin­gle, Lights Up—which has been streamed al­most 100 mil­lion times on Spo­tify —is­ synth-y, soul­ful, un­der­stat­edly an­themic, very dif­fer­ent to, and bet­ter than, the lead sin­gle on his last solo record, the Seven­ties, soft-rock Sign of the Times( it still, of course, hit No 1), and very, very dif­fer­ent from any­thing he did with 1D. Many thou­sands of words have been writ­ten about whether there is a bi­sex­ual sub­text to Lights Up. It has been noted that the song was re­leased on Na­tional Com­ing Out Day, that Styles’s sex­u­al­ity has been sub­ject to fren­zied specu­la­tion be­fore, the video fea­tures an oiled-up, top­less Styles gy­rat­ing around men and women, and that the lyrics (“Shine, I’m not ever go­ing back/ Shine, step into the light”) could be in­ter­preted as a mean­ing­ful rev­e­la­tion of sorts. Cer­tainly, he has be­come a queer icon — especially with Gen Z — who are thrilled by his se­lec­tion of gen­derqueer singer-song­writer King Princess as his sup­port act for the Euro­pean part of his tour. Speak­ing of col­lab­o­ra­tors, Styles worked on the al­bum with pro­duc­ers Tyler John­son, who has worked with Tay­lor Swift, Mi­ley Cyrus and Ed Sheeran, and Jeff Bhasker, who has collabo­rated wit h Mark Ron­son and Kanye West, and his friend, Tom Hull, aka Kid Har­poon, who co-wrote Shake It Out for Florence + The Ma­chine. He has also been granted a fairy god­mother: Ste­vie Nicks, who called him her “lit­tle muse” at Fleetwood Mac’s hyped Wembley head­line gig i n J une. “S he’s a l ways there for you,” Styles has said in the past. “She knows what you need: ad­vice, a lit­tle wis­dom, a blouse, a shawl.” Sure.

Got Styles

Any young man raised in the white heat of a boy­band spot­light must be granted the space to find his fash­ion path; Styles has done so with no mis­steps and ex­u­ber­ant plea­sure. Once upon a time, he would sem­a­phore his in­di­vid­u­al­ity with a ban­dana; now, he turns up to a cover interview with Rolling Stone in a white floppy hat, blue denim bell-bot­toms and Gucci shades, his nails coloured pink and green. His favourite trousers, un­til he lost them on the beach, were a pair of mus­tard cor­duroy flares; this week, he wore a Lan­vin sweater vest with a sheep de­sign that sent a co­terie of Lon­don menswear stylists into throes of ec­stasy. He wears flo­ral suits and Cuban heels, ruf­fled, New Ro­man­tic shirts, Charles Jef­frey jump­suits and pussy- bow blouses. It is flam­boy­ant, self-con­sciously Bowie/Jag­ger, and in Gen Z par­lance, “very ex­tra”. His stylist Harry Lam­bert is par­tial to an ex­trav­a­gant col­lar, dra­matic neck­line and a vo­lu­mi­nous trouser.

Be­sides Lam­bert, an­other part of this evo­lu­tion has been his re­la­tion­ship with Gucci’s cre­ative di­rec­tor Michele, who has turned the Ital­ian her­itage brand into the ul­ti­mate post-gen­der lux­ury fash­ion la­bel, the first to merge their menswear and wom­enswear, and dis­patch male mod­els down the cat­walk in dresses and women in suits. A good look for a Gen Z idol.

With the brand

Notably, the brand­ing on this al­bum and its tour art­work is con­sis­tent with this new look Styles. The al­bum cover fea­tures Styles i n white cus­tom- made Gucci bell bot­toms and a Pep­to Bismol-pink shirt, open al­most to the waist, shot by mod-goth Tim Walker with a fish­eye lens (it is Walker’s hand in that S&M glove you can see in the left-hand cor­ner). In the dreamy video for Lights Up he wears a glit­tery suit and sus­penders, in a sort of hal­lu­ci­na­tory ver­sion of Satur­day Night Fever. Into it.

Stand up

Then there’s his voice — not the mu­sic, but the ac­tivism. Even as one-fifth of a boy­band manufac­tured by Cow­ell’s al­go­rithm, he was quick, quippy and itch­ing to go off-mes­sage; but now that he con­trols his own, he is am­pli­fy­ing causes such as Black Lives Mat­ter and End Gun Violence. He wore stick­ers for both on his gui­tar on his last tour, which might sound small, except that photographs of Styles gal­lop around the dig­i­tal world at hy­per­speed. At con­certs, he has waved pride, bi and trans flags, and a Black Lives Mat­ter flag. He once bor­rowed a flag from an au­di­ence mem­ber at a show in Philadel­phia that read, “Make Amer­ica Gay Again”. At a show on his last tour, he de­clared: “If you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are trans­gen­der — who­ever you are, who­ever you want to be, I sup­port you.”

A vo­cal, en­gaged fan­dom of teenage girls minted his mul­ti­mil­lion-pound for­tune; he is loyal and ad­mir­ing of their zeal. “They’re the most hon­est — es­pe­cially if you’re talk­ing about teenage girls, but older as well,” he told Rolling Stone this sum­mer. “They have that bull­shit de­tec­tor. We’re so past that dumb out­dated nar­ra­tive of ‘Oh, these peo­ple are girls, so they don’t know what they’re talk­ing about.’ They’re the ones who know what they’re talk­ing about. They’re the peo­ple who lis­ten ob­ses­sively. They f***ing own this shit. They’re run­ning it.” Ob­vi­ously, he’s a fem­i­nist. “Of course men and women should be equal. I don’t want credit for be­ing a fem­i­nist. I think the ideals of fem­i­nism are pretty straight­for­ward.” An icon is born.

[crunchyspicysalmon]

Animal Crossing Villagers' Personality Types

Cranky: Admiral; Angus; Apollo; Avery; Boris; Boyd; Bruce; Butch; Buzz; Camofrog; Cesar; Chief; Chow; Croque; Curt; Cyd; Cyrano; Del; Dobie; Elvis; Fang; Frank; Gaston; Gonzo; Grizzly; Groucho; Gruff; Hamphrey; Harry; Hopper; Ike; Kabuki; Knox; Limberg; Lobo; Monty; Murphy; Octavian; Ozzie; Peewee; Rasher; Ricky; Rizzo; Rocco; Rolf; Rooney; Roscoe; Spike; Static; T-Bone; Tom; Vic; Vladimir; Walt; Walt Jr.; Wolfgang

Jock: Antonio; Axel; Bam; Biff; Bill; Billy; Boone; Boots; Buck; Bud; Coach; Cobb; Cousteau; Curly; Dom; Drift; Flip; Frobert; Genji; Goose; Hamlet; Iggly; Jay; Jitters; Kevin; Kid Cat; Kody; Leonardo; Louie; Lyman; Mac; Moose; Mott; Peck; Pierce; Poncho; Ribbot; Roald; Rod; Rory; Rowan; Rudy; Samson; Scoot; Sheldon; Sly; Snake; Sparro; Sprocket; Sterling; Stinky; Tad; Tank; Teddy; Tybalt

Lazy: Al; Alfonso; Anchovy; B*rold; Beau; Benedict; Benjamin; Big Top; Biskit; Bob; Bones; Boomer; Broccolo; Chester; Claude; Clay; Clyde; Cole; Cranston; Cube; Deli; Derwin; Dizzy; Doc; Drago; Drake; Egbert; Elmer; Erik; Filbert; Hopkins; Hornsby; Hugh; Jacob; Jeremiah; Joey; Lucky; Marcel; Moe; Nate; Papi; Paolo; Prince; Puck; Pudge; Punchy; Raddle; Rex; Rodeo; Sherb; Simon; Spork; Stitches; Stu; Tucker; Wade; Walker; Weber; Zucker

Normal: Alice; Annalisa; Aurora; Ava; Bea; Bertha; Bettina; Cally; Caroline; Carrie; Celia; Chevre; Coco; Daisy; Deena; Dora; Ellie; Eunice; Fauna; Flurry; Gala; Gayle; Gladys; Goldie; Jambette; June; Kiki; Kitt; Lily; Lolly; Lucy; Maggie; Maple; Margie; Marcie; Marina; Merengue; Midge; Mitzi; Molly; Nan; Nana; Norma; Olive; Peaches; Pekoe; Poppy; Rhonda; Sally; Sandy; Savannah; Skye; Stella; Sydney; Sylvana; Tia; Vesta

Peppy: Agent S; Anabelle; Anicotti; Apple; Audie; Bangle; Bella; Bianca; Bluebear; Bonbon; Bubbles; Bunnie; Candi; Carmen; Cheri; Chrissy; Cookie; Dotty; Felicity; Flora; Freckles; Gabi; Ketchup; Maddie; Merry; Nibbles; Pango; Pate; Patty; Peanut; Peggy; Penelope; Pinky; Piper; Pippy; Pompom; Puddles; Rosie; Ruby; Sprinkle; Tabby; Tammi; Tangy; Truffles; Tutu; Twiggy; Victoria; Wendy; Winnie

Sisterly: Agnes; Canberra; Charlise; Cherry; Deirdre; Diva; Flo; Frita; Fuchsia; Katt; Mira; Pashmina; Paula; Phoebe; Plucky; Renee; Reneigh; Rocket; Shari; Sylvia; Tammy; Ursala

Smug: Beardo; Chadder; Chops; Colton; Curlos; Ed; Eugene; Graham; Hans; Henry; Hippeux; Huck; Jacques; Julian; Keaton; Ken; Kidd; Klaus; Kyle; Leopold; Lionel; Lopez; Lucha; Marshal; O'Hare; Olaf; Phil; Pietro; Quillson; Raymond; Rodney; Shep; Tex; Zell

Snooty: Alli; Amelia; Ankha; Annalise; Astrid; Baabara; Becky; Bitty; Blaire; Blanche; Bree; Broffina; Cashmere; Claudia; Cleo; Diana; Elise; Eloise; Francine; Freya; Friga; Gigi; Gloria; Greta; Gwen; Hazel; Judy; Julia; Kitty; Maelle; Mallary; Mathilda; Megan; Melba; Mint; Miranda; Monique; Muffy; Naomi; Olivia; Opal; Pancetti; Pecan; Portia; Purrl; Queenie; Robin; Snooty; Soleil; Tasha; Tiffany; Timbra; Tippy; Velma; Violet; Vivian; Whitney; Willow; Yuka