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wakeup01 · 10 months ago

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Theft Of A Bro

Uffh. Yeah, that’s good. Just like I thought…tight. We’ll see how long that lasts. No need to talk bro, I know what you want to say. You’re sorry for reacting that way, that me being gay shouldn’t have changed anything. That you shouldn’t have used that slur, or called me a bitch.

Hindsight is 20/20 though, especially when you’re getting fucked by a bro who’s stealing your muscles. Dude, don’t look away. Look me in the eyes, I want you to watch your legs dangle hopelessly above you as I take your masculinity. Take the body you worked so hard for. And I want to see your expression when you begin to love it.

I can already see your arms deflating down there, becoming dainty twigs. You won’t be able to lift a thing with those. That’s okay bro, you can give that bulk to me. I’ll put it to good use. Fuck. See them balloon, so fucking good man. Rrrrww! My biceps feel so much stronger, check out these guns. Check out YOUR guns on my body. Haha. What? Come on bro, you can forgive me for a bit of flexing. Okay maybe a lot of flexing, but I can’t help it. You were always such a egocentric showoff - puffing out your chest like a territorial beast. A textbook, self obsessed fuckboy, now I understand why.

And just look at my expanding pecs. So fucking thick and juicy. Bouncing in time with my th—thrusts! Those used to be yours. You always hated how guys used to eye them up, but now you’ll be the one salivating at them. No need to try and deny it my dude, soon enough your body will have new…needs. Wow bro, you’re already looking real flat down there. Those endless hours spent at the gym to boost your fragile ego, only for me to steal it within seconds. All that definition just fading into your tiny, slimming stomach. Those grab-able hips. Fuck, me on the other hand, I’ve never felt stronger. You could break rocks on here! I’ll take good care of these abs, they look better on me anyway.

Aww, your square jaw is rounding out to a cute little pouty face. Squirm all you want. You look so adorable when trying to seem angry bro. Hard to take you seriously when you’re blushing so intensely. You did always tease my boyish features and now my head is like chiselled marble. And you? That button nose and those freckles, guys are just gonna love you. Say goodbye to being a manly jock. Hello twinky boitoi! I think your waist is now thinner than your girlfriend… or is that ex girlfriend now? That’s a body designed to be fucked brah. So just let me fuck it. Take it like a BITCH! Like the BITCH you thought I was.

Uff. I can feel my cock expanding inside you. The veins pulsing, flowing with blood. Can you feel it too bitch? Yeah, by your expression I know you can. Stretching your hole wide, filling you to the limit. Feels good, doesn’t it. Don’t look now but your dick is shrinking. I’m stealing all that length, all that girth; pushing mine deeper and deeper inside you. Pounding that prostate. There you go. A tiny nub. My churning balls are dropping lower and swelling as yours shrivel up. Mmmff. Fuck that’s sick bro.

Yeah, it’s okay to moan. Your breathy voice getting higher and higher, as mine gets deeper. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal for slutty bitches in heat like you. It’s in your nature. Especially when in the presence of an alpha god like me. Whew, my pits are sweating like mad, just smell that intense musk. Smells just like you used to, bet that fact makes you real hard. Smelling your scent dripping from another man as it’s stolen from you.. Sniff and moan. Sniff, moan and give everything to me.

Holy shit, even your skinny legs are hairless now bro. Just like the rest of your smooth, svelte physique. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the ideal gay bottom slut, the very thing you abhorred.

Why so quiet broski? Oh that’s right, we’re trading that pigheaded ego for an eagerness to please. You had enough confidence to share, so I’m taking it. Taking all of it. Fuck. Yes. Your outspoken nature is draining into me, leaving a timid little mouse in it’s place. A stark difference from that rude, puffed-up dick you prided yourself on being. Even now I bet part of you wants to talk back, be a brat. Hm, but that shy smile betrays what you really are. A well behaved boy who knows his manners. Isn’t that fucking right? Heh, good boy.

Look at me and see what you used to be. Marvel at me, marvel at what you’ve lost. Starstruck at your own well deserved comeuppance. Feel your nub twitch at the sight of the perfect man fucking your jock-hood into nothingness. That strength being sapped away. It makes you feel so small and weak. But you can’t tear your eyes away.

Your head? Sorry bro, I got bored of being the dumb one, so yeah, I’m taking your smarts too. Even if you did waste it and let your cock make most of the decisions. Maybe if you hadn’t held it over me, looked down at me. Well…who’s looking down now? Don’t worry, being air-headed has it’s benefits. That empty look in your eyes, the open drooling mouth. Blissful ignorance. The cute way you’ll get confused at the simplest of things. The ‘ummms’ and ‘huhs’ as you bite your lip and push out your rear. Talking like the complete basic bitch gay you once hated. The constant state of mind melting hornyiness. Dumb as a rock. A complete ditz. You’ll get by doing ‘favours’.

I’m not a jackass though. Not like you were. It’s only fair you get something of mine bro, you can have what’s left of my body fat. Unf. Straight to your rear. Let it plump up your butt to a perfect round bubble. A wobbly shelf. A big bouncy booty. Woof. Yeah just like that. The perfect entrance to your endlessly usable fuck hole. Damn, it’s tight. Let’s conquer it.

Bruh, your masculinity is truly delicious, surrender the rest up to me. To my new hulking, godlike form. Purge every trace of manliness from your puny effeminate body with abject glee. Lisp, smile and giggle like a silly little girl. Like the Femboy you were destined to become.

Like a BITCH.

Say again? Bthweed? Oh, you want me to BREED you. Way ahead of you bro. When I cum with my monster cock, your pretty little head will become stuffed with thick, cummy cotton candy. And bro, it’s never gonna clear up again. I have a new adorable outfit already picked out for you. Thigh high socks, booty shorts, a tiny thong and a nice thick collar with your name on the tag. BITCH.

I’m gonna enjoy parading you out in front of all our fraternity bros. You’ll pretend to be all timid and ashamed but I’ll know you’re actually loving the sense of humiliation. Loving your new place as my emasculated gay fucktoy. If you beg enough I might even let the rest of the frat borrow you. I’ll be sure to let ‘your’ girl know that you were a good hole after being passed around. Maybe she’ll even give you tips, you’ll be besties in no time.

Hm? That’s ‘thank you sir’ to you. That’s better. Let’s be clear, we’re not ‘bros’ anymore. I’m a fuckmachine and you’re a glorified fleshlight. We need to make sure you don’t forget your role. A simple tag will suffice. I’ll even let you choose where your ‘BITCH’ tattoo goes. Forehead or rear, it’s up to you. Yeah boi, I think it’ll look good there too.

Now open wide BITCH and be ready to swallow. I’m about to fucking blow.

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Whew! That was a good fuck. Clean up boy, the other bros will be here soon and I…woah. Damn, I feel lightheaded. It’s like my brain is overstuffed. With…stuff. And my cock, uughhh. It won’t soften. Maybe I took a bit too much from you, but fuck, I couldn’t help myself. You deserved it after all. But bruh, I need to lift! Huhuh! Oh shit. I don’t want to be exactly like you were! But dude. Like bruh! My head! Gotta lift! Gotta flex! Gotta get to the gym and be the blockheaded fuckboy muscle jock this body deserves!

Pass me your old jockstrap, yerhh, my huge cock gonna do the thinking for the both of us brooo!

#transformation #muscle theft #jock #dumbing down #straight to gay #gay

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ellabsprincess · 2 years ago

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if you’re still taking smut suggestions…begging u to write abby & ellie with a remote control vibe that they love to tease you with…they have you put it in before one of your dates and then are just merciless throughout the night… turning it on when you’re right about to order a meal, making you squirm when you’re at checkout, just getting you all hot and bothered and right on edge so they can take you home and fuck you with their straps the rest of the night… <3<3<3 - 🐚

OH MY GOD ANON AKDJLFSISFSNLKDS

when i tell you this ask had me RUNNING LAPS- please submit any other ellabsxreader ideas you have because this is PERFECTION

also i'm so sorry that this took so long 😫 so many things came up and i just couldn't find much time to work on it :(

i hope you enjoy baby!!

"teasing" (ellabsxreader)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+, modern au, dom!ellie, dom!abby, sub!reader, reader is a crybaby, girly reader, use of a vibrator, slight exhibitionism, strap ons, strap sucking, cunnilingus, face sitting, established relationship, aftercare

swear it's just right for you, like this pussy designed for you

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"damn baby i don't know if i can let you go out of the house looking like that," abby said, her hands wandering on your waist and hips as her lips kissed down your neck, making you giggle softly.

it was date night with your girlfriends, and they had decided to take you out to a fancy restaurant in a sky-scraping building that overlooked the city. of course, you wanted to look your best for the occasion, so you had brought out your tiniest black dress that you knew drove both of them crazy. the dress hugged your body in all the right places, and gave your girlfriends the perfect view of your black lace panties when you bent over.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you watched as abby began to kiss down your collarbone. she looked delicious in a form-fitting suit that made her ass look good enough to bite. but before she could reach your cleavage, you stopped her.

"abs if we keep going like this we're gonna miss our reservation," you reminded her, to which she responded with a pout. rolling your eyes at her neediness, you called out toward the bathroom. "ellie, are you almost ready?"

right on cue, your other girlfriend emerged from the bathroom, her hair done in her signature top-knot and dressed in a suit that dipped low enough to show off the tops of her perky breasts. the three of you were near salivating over each other, all dressed in your best attire for the date and all already impatient to rip one another's clothes off.

"alright, let's go!" you exclaimed, your heels clacking on the bedroom floor as you grabbed your handbag and started to head towards the door. but before you could make it more than a few steps, a familiar muscular forearm stopped your movements.

"just one minute princess, ellie and i have a surprise for you," a mischievous and nefarious glint was clear in abby's eye. "ellie baby, be a dear and grab her present."

ellie winked at you before walking to the large dresser on the side of your room, and opening one of the top drawers. she grabbed a black box that she brought over to you and abby. she opened it to reveal a small pink vibrator.

"you see baby, it's remote controlled, so abby and i have complete control over it. it's gonna stay inside that pretty pussy our whole date, okay? are you comfortable with that sweetheart?" ellie and abby were both dominant in your dynamic, but you were ultimately the one with the power. they never wanted to push you too far, and always checked in to ensure your comfort.

you were nearly squirming with enthusiasm. you were already worked up from seeing your girlfriends in their outfits, and you were desperate for any sort of stimulation, although you knew you would just be teased and edged the entire date.

"i'm more than okay with that," you assured ellie breathlessly.

"good girl," abby praised in your ear. she reached down underneath your daringly short dress to pull aside your panties and give ellie access to insert the vibe. it slid in easily from your arousal, and you could already feel yourself clenching slightly around the device. after it was secured, abby fixed your panties and your dress, and gave your ass a quick pat.

"alright, let's head out," ellie said, doing little to hide her anticipation.

the view from the restaurant was so breathtaking you nearly forgot about the game your girlfriends were playing with you. you were mesmerized by the city and all of the twinkling, glowing lights below you when you were startled with the vibe coming to life inside you. you nearly knocked over your drink out of surprise, as the toy was not only vibrating inside you, but an appendage of the toy was also placed directly on your clit and was stimulating you perfectly.

you looked over at abby, the clear culprit as she smirked behind her phone. after a few seconds, the vibe was still.

"oh that's just a taste, baby, just wait."

the date actually proceeded as normal, and just consisted of you, ellie, and abby chatting and enjoying the view, that is until your waiter returned to take your orders. as abby spoke to the waiter, asking for the specials to prolong the interaction, of course, she handed her phone to ellie, and you felt the vibe whir to life again, except on a much higher setting. you barely kept a moan in as you noticeably shifted and adjusted in your seat. the waiter glanced over at you, but said nothing.

as ellie ordered, of course taking her sweet time and basking in the moment, abby took control, and the toy started pulsing inside you. your thighs clenched together as you gritted your teeth, already feeling your arousal drip down your thighs.

finally, it was your turn to order, and the vibrations increased in intensity. you quickly rambled out your meal choice, sounding breathless. the waiter stayed polite and professional, but had an obviously concerned tone as they assured the three of you that your food would be out soon.

as soon as the waiter turned and walked briskly away, the vibe stopped.

"princess, is something wrong? you seem flushed and out of breath." abby teased, her voiced laced with sarcasm and faux pity.

"yeah baby, do you need something?" ellie chimed.

i want your straps, you thought, but you simply brushed away their sarcasm, and the conversation picked up from where it had been interrupted by the waiter. you were in constant anticipation of the vibrator to turn on once again, and yet you were consistently disappointed. abby's phone was left untouched and face-down on the table as your food was brought out, and the night continued.

the food was delicious, and the three of you devoured your entrees and desserts. the restaurant was expensive, but the food was definitely worth the price. still you were left unsatisfied, as you had to keep clenching your thighs together, your soaked panties sticking to you uncomfortably and a noticeable wetness still present on your inner thighs. of course, ellie and abby noticed your desperation, taking action one final time as the waiter returned with your bill.

the vibe powered on once again, the highest setting yet, as abby was agonizingly slow reaching into her wallet, and pulling out her card. you were biting your lip so hard you thought you might draw blood as the waiter turned to leave. ellie felt like teasing you just a bit longer, and grabbed the waiter's attention at the last minute, chatting them up about the wonderful experience you three had had that night.

"okay, well, i have to get back to my other tables, but you three have a great night!" the waiter ended the conversation and you could feel the tension leave your shoulders, the vibe finally going still once again.

the mood had noticeably shifted, and the three of you wanted to get home as quickly as possible, and fuck out all of the pent-up tension from the night. rising on shaky legs, abby and ellie both put one arm around your waist to assist you, guiding you in the long journey back to the parking garage.

you were so aroused and frustrated from being on-edge that you were letting out quiet whimpers that were driving ellie and abby crazy.

"fucking hell princess, can't wait to get you home. gonna fuck you with my strap so good. you wanna cum all over my cock, baby?" abby said lowly in your ear. you could only whine and nod pathetically.

you were almost to the car, about to climb in the front passenger seat when ellie stopped you. "come on baby, get in the back with me."

"fuck yes yes yes ellie right there! don't fucking stop ohmygod," you were babbling and moaning as ellie's long fingers quickly pumped in and out of you. as soon as abby had started the car and begun to drive away, ellie was ripping your panties off, removing the vibe, and fucking you with her pretty fingers.

"taking me so well baby, god you're so fucking wet," squelching noises filled in the car, along with your whines and ellie's praises. you looked to the driver's seat to find abby with a death grip on the steering wheel, impatient and desperate to fill you with her strap.

"oh god i'm gonna cum, please ellie let me cum."

"that's it, cum on my fingers baby, you earned it, such a good girl."

you let out a high pitched moan and gushed on ellie's fingers, soaking her hand. she took her fingers out of you and slipped them into her mouth, sucking on them pornographically, moaning at the taste of you. she leaned in and your lips met, her tongue finding your mouth hungrily.

"so pretty when you cum, sweetheart. you feeling better?"

"uh huh" you nodded quickly.

"good. but don't even think for a second that's the last time you're gonna cum tonight."

"that's it, take my fucking cock baby."

abby's strap was pounding into you, the sound of your wetness as well as her thighs hitting your ass filling the room as you moaned into ellie's sweet pussy.

it was a sight to behold.

abby's thick, girthy strap buried inside you as she fucked you from behind. ellie's legs were spread before you, her inner thighs littered with hickeys and evidence of your sticky kisses. you circled her puffy clit with your tongue, flicking and teasing her as she moaned above you. she let out quiet gasps of pleasure as you moved your tongue to her hole, filling her and fucking her to the same rhythm of abby's strap.

you were looking up at ellie with pure need, your eyes big and almost innocent as they filled with tears of pleasure. you were so overwhelmed from your pleasure, and so happy to be between her thighs, and it was sending her over the edge as she gripped your hair roughly to fuck your tongue even deeper inside her.

"that's it ellie, be rough with our little princess," abby demanded breathlessly behind you. "she loves being our little plaything, don't you sweetheart?"

you could only whine pathetically and nod as much as ellie's grip allowed you, and abby let out a chuckle as she sped up her pace. you were so submissive to both her and ellie, and seeing the red handprints on your ass coupled with how ellie was manhandling you as you ate her pussy desperately was making abby lose control. the base of her thick and girthy strap was rubbing against her clit just right, and all she wanted to do was cum.

"oh fuck baby, i'm gonna cum all over your face. gonna make a mess of you," you could feel how close ellie was just from how she was clenching around your tongue, so you brought a shaky hand up to her neglected clit. your pleasure made it hard to focus, but even your messy circles were enough as ellie came with a loud moan, gushing on your face. she quickly moved your face away from her to get a good luck at her work, and god she nearly came again. your eyes were blown out, and the lower half of your face was soaked. you weren't able to speak coherently as abby's strap railed into you, making your tits bounce rhythmically.

"oh poor baby, you just wanna cum, don't you?" you nodded as tears finally began to fall. ellie pouted sympathetically, moving to wipe them away before kissing you hungrily, tasting her sweet juices on your swollen lips. "abby, should we let our pretty girl cum?"

abby was breathless, but managed to answer ellie, "well she was such a good girl.....at dinner with that vibe.....and she's taking my strap like...a good slut right now.....so i think she does."

"hear that baby?" ellie leaned down to your ear. you nodded, and she chuckled. "good, now come on abby's cock."

you didn't need to be told twice. abby was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and you felt that rubber band inside you was about to snap. with a few more thrusts, and encouragements from ellie and abby, you finally reached your release. you collapsed down onto the bed, your legs trembling and your entire body feeling weak from the strength of your orgasm.

you almost didn't hear abby grunting and moaning loudly behind you, reaching her orgasm in the last few thrusts of her strap.

you felt her pull out, your pussy clenching at the empty feeling. you heard the distinct sound of her strap and harness hitting the floor before you felt two pairs of hands caressing your back.

"shh baby, you did so good for us, just relax."

"took my strap so well princess, did such a good job."

after laying on the bed and catching your breath, you opened your eyes, and sat up, finding your girlfriends tending to you, and making sure you were okay after the intense session.

"how are you feeling baby?" ellie asked.

"so fucking good," you laughed, "i just need a minute cause....wow."

your girlfriends chucked in synchronization.

"do you wanna call it a night or.."

"oh no, i wanna keep going! i just need a break since that orgasm was really intense, fucking hell."

abby smiled. "i know you hate when we tease you, but god the way you look and feel when you finally cum after a night of edging...jesus christ baby. your pussy was gripping my cock so hard i thought i wasn't gonna be able to pull out," she laughed, stroking your hair before placing a kiss on your cheek and meeting your eyes with a fond and blissful look on her face.

you were about to fire off a cheeky response when you felt the bed dip next to you. in your post-orgasmic haze, you hadn't noticed that ellie had left to grab three glasses of water. taking a cold glass from her hand, you took a sip, the ordinary water tasting like sweet nectar after the night's activities.

time passed by quickly as you became more grounded in your surroundings, abby's strong hands massaging your back as ellie's puffy lips left soft kisses all over your face. finally, you felt yourself return to normal, no longer feeling uncontrollably floaty from your orgasm.

"there's our girl," abby said, turning your head to face hers. "ready to keep going?" you nodded enthusiastically. "words, princess."

"yes, i'm ready to keep going!"

"good. now come sit that pretty pussy on my face. ellie, grab your strap and fuck our girl's throat."

your eyes lit up in excitement, ellie practically leaping off the bed to find her strap as abby shifted to lay flat on her back, her face near the end of the bed so ellie could stand while you sucked her strap.

as you heard the unmistakable sounds of ellie fixing her harness in the corner of the room, you placed your thighs around abby's head, but not lowering yourself quite yet.

"did i say hover? fucking sit, princess." abby demanded hungrily.

your insecurities and worries about weight simply flew away the moment you sat down and felt abby's tongue on you. abby was a definite munch, and loved to spend hours between your or ellie's thighs, but her skill level still manages to surprise you every time. you as her tongue circles your engorged clit, her large hands find your hips and ass, stroking and groping at your already sore flesh. it's a perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and you're in heaven, moaning and grinding above her.

ellie suddenly appears before you, her thick, long, purple strap standing at attention, and at perfect level with your mouth. she steps closer, grabbing your face in her hands, and stroking your cheeks. you look up at her with pleading eyes to find her returning your look with dominance evident on her face.

"we both know what you want, but i want to hear you beg for it," ellie says with a coy smile.

you pout before responding desperately, "please ellie let me suck your cock. i'll be so good, just need to feel you down my throat. please ellie, please!"

satisfied, she moves her strap near your mouth, and you welcome it initially with small kisses and kitten licks, teasing slightly before slowly taking the girth in your mouth. ellie and abby both love big straps, so it's always a stretch when you take one of them in your mouth, but you love the challenge and the feeling of helplessness it gives you.

abby takes your clit into her mouth, causing you to moan as ellie simultaneously pushes her length deeper into your mouth. it's almost entirely inside your mouth and throat, the tip hitting your throat and almost making you gag, but you breathe through it, moaning and whining as drool slowly begins to fall out of your mouth.

you feel utterly desirable, and completely worshipped by your girlfriends in the moment. abby is almost making out with your pussy, messily licking and kissing as she can't get enough of your taste. ellie is above you, looking down at you adoringly as you struggle to take her cock, your lips stretched around it's girth. you look like a slutty wreck, and ellie thinks you've never looked more beautiful.

abby's manhandling you, forcing you to grind on her face as her tongue is tracing toe-curling patterns on your clit. you're so sensitive from your last orgasm that you already feel yourself getting close, your moans around ellie's strap increasing in pitch.

ellie knows from that change in pitch that you're getting closer, so she increases the speed of her thrusts into your mouth, knowing that feeling overwhelmed and helpless will only intensify your pleasure. tears are falling from your eyes as you start to gag. but you don't even care, as abby's tongue is fucking in and out of you as she rubs her face against your pussy, her nose creating blissful pressure on your clit.

you're their perfect little fucktoy. abby's hands forcing you to ride her face as she makes out with your pussy while ellie fucks your throat and you gag around her length. your brain is almost foggy from the pleasure, and you swear you almost black out as you finally cum on abby's face.

abby eventually slows her movements, grunting as she licks up your essence, not ready to give up the taste of you. ellie carefully pulls her strap out your mouth, carefully touching your face and your stretched out lips. finally had enough of your taste, abby helps you down from her face as ellie moves to take her strap off.

you immediately collapse back on the bed, your legs shaking and feeling like jelly as you touch your face, enjoying the soreness of your lips and jaw.

"how's our princess feeling?" abby asks, genuinly concerned.

"like i'm in heaven."

abby laughs at your blissed-out answer, climbing up on the bed to lay next to you, pulling you into her wide arms and placing feather-light kisses in your hair.

once out of her harness, ellie joins the body of you, laying on your other side and kissing your face as she holds your hands to ground you. your girlfriends can sense that you are drifting off, so they reluctantly shake you awake to clean you up before bed.

"do you wanna take a bath or a shower baby?" ellie asks softly.

"no, just wanna lay here with you guys," you whine.

"well, we still have to clean you up. abby, do you wanna grab some washcloths?"

abby carefully passes you from her arms to ellie's embrace before heading to the bathroom. your girlfriends work to clean you up as best as they can in your rag-doll state, exhausted from the night. they clean your face and body with a washcloth, wiping away the sweat and cum before dressing you in one of abby's oversize t-shirts and a pair of ellie's boxers. they lay you back down on the sheets, placing your favorite blanket over you.

they clean themselves up hastily and change into pajamas before climbing into bed with you, each taking one side of you. exchanging a quick yet love-filled and passionate kiss, they snuggle into bed.

"i love you guys"

"love you princess, love you els"

"love you baby, love you abs"

they would worry about showering and changing the sheets in the morning.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#🐚 anon #my lovelies 🍄#ellabs x reader #ellabs #tlou2 #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year ago

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First, I have to say that I've been sitting with this ask for a while because I don't know much of anything about this particular Sebastian character. I've never seen Gossip Girl, so Carter is unknown to me. I mean, nor have I ever actually watched Knives Out, but, shh, Tumblr talks about Ransom at length (and I can't blame them), so I'm at least familiar with Ransom.

So, with that mentioned, if this is out of character... that's why 💀 I'm purely going off of the idea of brat x brat

The problem is that both Carter and Ransom like to make trouble, and they both love attention, so you know they feed off of each other dangerously. Sparking and sparking until there's not just a fire in some designated pit but a crackling bonfire that's in real danger of spreading to the nearby dry forest and lighting the whole thing up with blinding, fast-moving flames. They breathe down each other's necks, pushing until they break the other, making them act out. Brattier and brattier.

And this time, it's Ransom who starts it, waltzing past Carter where he's relaxing on the couch. The TV is on, but he's only half paying attention, lying lengthwise, scrolling on his phone. Ransom stops, so he's standing in front of Carter, cupping his own hard dick through his loose-fitting sweats, blocking his view, and declaring, "I want a blow job."

Shameless.

Carter scoffs in response, barely looking up from his phone, "yeah? And?"

"And," Ransom puts his hands on his hips, already fed up with not having any attention paid to him by the other man, he isn't a fan of being ignored, especially not when his blood is so hot and thick in his veins, "you're gonna give it to me. Now."

"Oh," that gets his attention, "am I?" He glances up, unimpressed.

"Yeah," Ransom stands his ground, not even dignifying Carter with an eye roll. Yet.

Shifting where he's sprawled out, sitting up further and narrowing his eyes at him, "what if I don't want to?" He licks his lips, "what if I want you to suck me off, instead?"

A blurr of heated, intimate moments crash together in Ransom's mind. All various different moments when he's had Carter's dick in his mouth. At the gym, crowded together in the shower stall, struggling to breathe through the billowing, heavy steam, water rolling down their bodies, their bodies pressed together, goosebumps all over, wandering hands, biting kisses, then... getting on his knees, the tiles hard and cold causing him to shiver, but Carter's so hot and warm, especially his dick, it's so hard that he would make fun of him, 'its almost like you're really into me or something,' if it didn't fill his throat up so good, heating him up to a sizzle; rutting together on the Ransom's plush bed, admist moaning and Carter's complaints that his mattress is stupidly soft, it feels like he's sinking into it and going to be suffocated and Ransom is thinking about actually flipping him over and shoving his face in the pillows so he would just shut up and Ransom could get off in peace finally, but instead it's easier to swallow his cock, sucking and licking until he can't talk shit and only moan; pulling off to the side of a road, late night, on the way home from a night of dancing (Carter's idea), sweating and feeling too big for his own clothes, too big for his own skin, buzzing, and he needs an out, he needs to kill the tension, so, what way better than by leaning over and blowing him, feeling nothing but the heavy, heady taste of him and the stinging grip of his hands in his hair, his panting breaths panting their windows and giving them privacy.

Apparently, because of the wave of heat that washes intensely over him--pooling in his mouth especially as he starts to salivate--Ransom forgets to answer Carter.

Fuck.

"Speechless, hmm?" Carter flashes him that crooked, cocky grin at him, "see?" He laughs, overconfident, "this is why you're gonna suck me off. You need something to do with that mouth that isn't catching flies."

Ransom is about to snip back that he's not fucking catching flies, but...

Oh.

His mouth is open.

Fuck him. He snaps his lips shut, but not before a whimper escapes through them, just loud enough to fill the crackling air between them.

"C'mere," he jerks his head to the side, persuading and too alluring for his own good. The soft sounds that his hands make, rubbing as he strokes his thighs up and down, trying to get him to straddle him, is hypnotic.

Ransom can almost feel himself sway on his feet. But, "no," he replies staunchly, his jaw jutting forward.

"No?" He blinks at him, tilting his head to the side, "why not?"

The speed at which he can go from stone faced and demanding to soft and pliant, pleading, should be illegal. It's not fair. That's what. "'Cause," Ransom relents, "because I'm just not gonna."

Smiling with his teeth, Carter moves like a snake, lightning fast as he explodes into motion, reaching out to anchor his hand into Ransom's hair, messing up his careful style just so he can drag him down, forcibly putting him on his knees in front of the couch.

He doesn't give a shit when Ransom hits the coffee table, even though he hisses. It doesn't hurt that bad anyway. He just wants a reason to squawk and wriggle, trying to pull away using most of his strength.

Once he's on his knees and Carter can stare down at him, Carter pulls his head back, using his hair like a leash, putting him wherever he wants him, "you're such a bitch, Hugh."

The words, his name, catches Ransom off guard. He's stuck there, arching his neck, exposing himself to Carter, physically underneath him and--

The moan simply escapes him.

Apparently, the sound of pleasure--helplessly drug out of him--is enough to distract Carter for just a second because the tight grip in his hair weakens, and the sparkling, bright pain lessens enough for Ransom's mind to catch up. He's still hazy, his cock still aching and in need of relief, but his head is clear enough to process that he's distracted and Ransom absolutely is going to take advantage of it.

So, curling his fingers around his wrist, Ransom yanks his hand away and out of his hair.

Then, he gathers both of Carter's wrists in one of his hands, "where'd all those words go?" He taunts, rising to his feet and climbing onto the couch with Carter, taking his restrained wrists with him, lifting them over his head.

This time, though, when he gets in his lap, it's just on his own terms, settling into his lap, putting all his weight onto his equally hard dick, feeling it through his pants easily. He even squirms a little in place, half-grinding, just to watch more color spread across his cheeks. Pretty pink.

He looks so delicious when he swallows, stifling a soft sound as his throat contracts, "n-nowhere."

Knees sinking into the couch, Ransom lifts himself up and wastes no time pressing himself against Carter's blushing face. He groans quietly to himself, enjoying looking down and seeing him, watching how he obediently opens his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering, reacting so sweetly to having Ransom's hard cock rubbed and grinded against his face. Delightfully degrading. "Oh well," he mumurs, voice low, "it's not like you'll need words away."

Carter growls against him, but with how he's rocking into his face, Ransom can just feel the vibrations on his cock. It feels good. It feels like winning.

Pleasurable and powerful.

Fuck yeah, it feels good.

"Go on," Ransom taunts, using the hand that isn't holding Carter's arms back to shimmy his pants down, letting his cock bounce forward, hitting the flat, smooth muscle of his lower belly with a sharp, wet sound. He wasn't lying when he said he needed a blow job. He's been aching all fucking day. He deserves this. "It ain't gonna suck itself."

Lips hot and slick on the thin skin over his hip, Carter snarks, "it'd be better if it did."

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes, barely suppressing a shiver with the sensation of Carter's soft lips dragging down his skin, mouthing and mouthing and mouthing, getting closer to his cock, right where he needs it, "I know you love sucking dick. You'd live on my dick if I let you."

The only response he gets is a huff and...

A wet, hot, open mouth.

Winning.

Ransom is winning. They're not competing but he's fucking winning. Winning because he's getting his cock wet, holding onto Carter's wrists so he can't fucking touch himself when he works on Ransom, all his attention is on him, opening up.

"C'mon," Ransom pushes, impatient as ever even when he's kneeling on the couch with his dick splitting Carter's lips, it's not enough, not yet, "stuff that mouth before I do it for you," he unkindly pushes his hips forward, against Carter's face holding it until he starts to sputter. Ransom doesn't want his dick fucking warmed, he wants him bobbing on it, choking on it, crying him. Poor Ransom, he doesn't want to deal with having to thrust himself, no. No way. He just wants to have pleasure poured--lavished on him.

Carter plays along, opening up wider and letting his dick in deep. Deep. Where he's all wet and fever hot and tight, taking it like a good boy. Just taking it. Sliding back, pushing forward, sliding, pushing, sliding, pushing--slobbering all over it, sucking and slicking.

"Harder," Ransom pushes him more, pushing just to push. "Deeper." He's already sweating, feeling the heat, getting there, ready to snap, Carter's mouth is just as good as it looks, better than it looks, he's just wound too fucking tight. "Yeah," Ransom slips, fucking forward and letting go of his wrists, sure that he's won, Carter is focused on blowing him, nothing else, "yeah, just like that, y-your tongue, guh, right there-!"

Just, just when he's right fucking there, his orgasm rising in the back of his throat, spreading over his tongue, leaving him drooling, his appetite teased and his stomach clenched, growling for the full meal, just right fucking then--

Carter has the fucking balls to pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to his swollen, red lips.

Ransom is so devastated he can hardly whimper, fingers curled so tight they cramp in Carter's hair, watching through blurry vision as he ducks his head and bears his teeth, biting into his plush inner thigh. The flesh all soft and sensitive.

"AH!" Ransom quivers, stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure, and surprise and expectation. He should've fucking known, he--

Trembling leaves his hands loose and god-fucking-dammit. Carter's learned from the best because he's slipping out of his hands like sand through an hourglass.

"Fuck you," he glares up at him, lips lifted into a devasting grin.

Ransoms heart speeds so fast in his chest that he's pretty sure he's dying. He's having a heart attack, his blood pounding in his ears, his arousal pumping through his whole body. Not a part of him not coiled and tense.

"I do what I want to," Carter growls like a puppy, nosing down from his twitching, throbbing, and neglected dick to his heavy, hanging balls. His wicked tongue barely spends any time lapping and licking at them, and he doesn't even fucking spend the time to take them into his mouth he just keeps going. Going. Licking and slurping at his perineum until he's whining, high and mortifying, pleasure building back up inside him, white hot. Hot, hot, hot. Then. Fucking gone. He keeps going. He trails down, down, down until he's licking and nipping and torturing him.

Rimming him.

So all Ransom can do is whimper, his lips falling open as he tries again, in vain, to reach down and hold Carter. Carter won't let him. He just chuckles--the vibrations!--and listens to him whine and feels him squirm sadistically. He bats his hands away again and again until he's apparently struck with an idea.

It's enough. It's almost enough. He's almost close again. But, but, as he scrambles to get a fucking grip and grab his hair, stabilizing him, keeping him there so he knows he won't fucking move--the asshole--but Carter won't let him have it. He pulls away to tell him off whenever he tries it or he pulls away to simply slap his hands away. He won't let him touch. He won't let him touch!

"C'mon, Hugh, make yourself fuckin' useful--" he snaps, pushing his arm up and pushing his own fingers into his mouth forcefully "--and keep those wet for me."

Oh.

Ransom's eyes roll back into his head, suddenly muffled as he moans recklessly, assaulted by the heat that is suddenly not just washing over him by drowning him.

"Mmm-hmm," Carter keeping running his fucking mouth between sloppier and wetter and hotter laps of his tongue, "you're gonna open yourself up for my cock after I'm done rimming you and you're gonna ride me. 'Cause I've changed my mind, I don't want a fucking blow job. I want in this tight ass," he slaps then squeezes Ransom's backside, his nails digging in just enough to hurt.

Oh, god.

Ransom starts to shake his head, he's gonna fucking win. He's gonna fight tooth and nail to get the victory, his dick is so wet it's dripping and the room temperature feels so cold compared to Carter that it aches but, fuck, he changes his tune quickly when Carter fucks his tongue into his hole, making him squeal, and he ends up confused and compliant, nodding instead.

He's so fucking easy... a quick reminder of how much he loves being fucked, how sensitive his ass is, filled and stretched, how dirty and embarrassed it makes him feel, and he's dumb. How precious.

#asks #🫠🫠 anon #fandomfluffandfuck #ransom drysdale #carter baizen #ransom x carter #stucky #evanstan #au

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one-blaze-of--glory · 3 months ago

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very interested in hearing more about hungarian rent!!! were there any notable bits you liked about it? id love to see rent performed one day, so jealous!

this is probably gonna be long I'm sorry but I've been wanting to rant (pun not intended) about this since sunday

so first of all i feel like i should mention this isn't the first time there's been a hungarian production of rent. they did a run in 2003, which even got a cast recording, it just simply wasn't? very good? like i wasn't even born yet so i didn't see it but I've listened to the songs and the translations ranged from fine to just straight up atrocious and questionable (such as accidentally implying that Mimi thinks her dad has hot hands and almost completely removing the love part of seasons of love which feels like it would be the entire point??) i think most of the problems stemmed from a random older hungarian guy doing the translations. i doubt that man was qualified for a show like rent in anyway

but flash forward to 2024. the redemption. the miracle. on december 14th and december 15th, they performed rent in hungarian for the first time in over a decade and i happened to be there on the latter of the two performances (important to mention hungarian theatres will not play a show every day, you have to check for specific dates so it's normal that they only performed it twice so far)

I was completely blown away. it felt like it was done by people who fully understand what rent is. I couldn't even tell you one favorite part so I'm just going to praise this show for several paragraphs now.

first of all, my biggest issue with the first attempt at hungarian rent and my biggest issue with most hungarian shows: the translation. i never thought I'd hear a hungarian translation of a musical i love, let alone of RENT of all things, but i swear i don't have a single lyric to complain about. notably, the translator, Cseh Dávid Péter, also played Roger. btw something i loved is a lot of background workers such as the set designer and social media manager and etc were also in the ensemble, but the moment i found out Cseh Dávid Péter translated the entire show, after seeing his performance as Roger REALLY surprised me because by the way he's also a phenomenal actor and an even better singer. My mouth was literally agape during One song glory without exaggaration.

but I don't want to praise just him even though he quickly became one of my favorite actors I'm not going to lie, the entire cast was great. extra shoutout to Ekanem Bálint and Pásztor Ádám for the sheer amount of Collins-Angel chemistry they had because i swear, Collins was doing literal heart eyes anytime he looked at Angel it's SO adorable. I also want to mention that in an extreme white majority country they still managed to find a Black actor to play Collins and he was perfect, so I find that very cool, I never see actors of color in hungarian theatre normally. okay maybe one nitpick i have with the cast, Joanne's actress (can't remember her name rn) didn't quite hit all the high notes which left me a tiny bit underwhelmed but that's maybe because I love Tracie Thoms so much I don't think anyone will live up to her for me.

okay so here's some truly random bits that stuck with me:

Mimi cat coding has always been a big part of rent for me but in this had Maureen dog coding, which i guess there's a bit of in the original at the beginning of act 2 but this translation had more of that. like in tango Maureen, they call her a dog that's salivating for the bone as a metaphor for her promiscuity

I cannot stop thinking of this bit of costume design, after Angel's death, Roger was wearing a shirt that said "I believe in angels"

in contact, the last thing Angel does while dying is reach out for Roger and Mimi's hands and unites them

this isn't really a fun fact within the show itself, more just about it, but Gadó Anita and Cseh Dávid Péter, who played Mimi and Roger, are together in real life, which i think is really cool

when Roger plays his guitar in La vie boheme, instead of saying "that doesn't remind us of Musetta's waltz" Mark says "Puccini is rolling in his grave" which i found funny

i can't really think of more to add right now but yeagh hungarian rent good 👍👍👍 and it's really special that they even could do this show in hungary, given the current political climate around lgbt+ representation in media. they did an amazing job though, none of it felt toned down or censored at all, the lyrics were also as direct as in the original, it felt great

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zanyzendraws · 8 months ago

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JULY 22 2024 ZENLOG: First Time's the Charm!

Hihi everyone! Welcome to my first ZenLog! Er, first official one! If the layout's a bit rough, apologies! We'll learn as we go along.

This one's a bit of a doozy so here's a neatly color coded table of contents! Depending on what you wanna read, please look for the following colors as you scroll! (Unless you wish to read the whole thing -- in that case, be my guest!)

CONTENTS OF THE ZENLOG

PERSONAL UPDATES

PROJECTS

WHAT TO EXPECT

BEFORE I GO...

With that being said, click "keep reading" to read all of this!

PERSONAL UPDATES

So, unfortunately, I got sick. It's really funny because I didn't feel anything at first, so I didn't think of it.

Turns out that compared to the rest of my family members, I had the most swollen throat out of all of them. I didn't feel anything for a couple of days, so I luckily managed to get some stuff done.

Unfortunately, the symptoms somehow worsened despite taking the antibiotics and mouthwash-gargle thingy. It's hard for me to speak, and I get tired hella easily. Which is inconvenient.

As a result, I've been cooking significantly less, RIP.

I mean, I've managed to cook. Just not as much as I wish I did.

On another note, here are some pics of food that I've been eating...

Salivate!

PROJECTS

There have been multiple projects I've been working on left and right due to my brain being unable to focus on just one. These will be blunt lists of what I've accomplished (accomplishments are in pink).

Hanashima's Advanced Class

Ongoing interviews with discord mutuals and contacts are being conducted to ensure the accuracy of certain scenes. I'm aiming for approx. 15 at least to be included alongside findings from online research. 2/15 have been completed).

Working on character sheets regarding character writing to ensure consistency in the work and I've finalized names for characters I've previously struggled in naming.

Working on bits and pieces of the actual document where the full story is being written. A scene for later down the line has been completed.

[Unnamed WIP Psychological Horror]

Concepts have been written down so I know what I visually want, alongside some sketches of character designs being completed.

I have a rough idea of what I want and the routes I wish to take but I still need to work on an outline- other than that, I have a list of all important characters. More will be added later down the line but they will be minor at best, irrelevant otherwise.

[WIP audio project]

Lists of characters have been completed.

Three characters excluding the main cast (who I plan to redesign) have been drawn in my sketchbook (uncolored but I have a rough idea of what the color selections will be in my noggin).

MISC.

A short comic strip has been completed.

Another comic strip has been in the works; the inking process is completed, though it is yet to be colored and shaded.

Lineart for an animation asset has been completed.

Songs have been compiled and edited for a music-based video.

WHAT TO EXPECT

More updates on said comic scripts and Hanashima's Advanced Class.

Upcoming animation involving a character I've previously shared on this blog.

Playlist video based off of characters I've previously posted about on my channel.

I really wish to focus on Hanashima's Advanced Class so I'll do my best to further buckle down and write, and hopefully I'll message some more of my discord mutuals for the needed interviews (as this interview is for one of the first scenes in the series). Expect a word or page count regarding the writing I've done for the series next time, if not a list of how many scenes or 'episodes' i've written.

I'm reluctant to post about the psychological horror project that's been on my mind admittedly. I don't wish to give too much away (and at the moment, I have no way of coding it... or any coding knowledge).

BEFORE I GO...

I'm gonna do my best to update weekly while I'm on this gap semester, and even once I start going back to college/university/wherever I get my education!

And I'll be fully honest: I hype up these projects from excitement but the reality is that me making them is hella slow despite my attempts to be efficient. So it'll probably be a while before I release anything.

But I hope you guys will have some fun in reading these ZenLogs and will stick along for the journey! If you're not interested, that's okay too! Just enjoy your time on the internet and come back soon!

Take care! <333

-ZanyZenDraws (Zen)

#weekly zenlog

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cheetahsprints · 5 months ago

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Shadow is the coolest!!!

(Spoilers ahead)

STAGES: Eye candy, super fun and fluid.

My totally subjective judgement:

1. Chaos Island (It's a whole vibe and slightly scratches the part of brain that wishes Shadow could've appeared in Frontiers somehow. Ironically my least favorite full island in Frontiers... Speaking of, that was my first Sonic game besides TMOSTH so naturally I'm biased.)

2. Space Colony Ark (Currently all S-ranked, very fun and iconic location. After watching the demo players and waiting so long, finally being in it was so unreal.)

3. Sunset Heights (it's just delicious, I want to eat it)

4. Kingdom Valley (Utterly gorgeous and fun. Doom Surf parts were a little awkward, but don't take away from it much. I'm still salivating, so to speak.)

5. Radical Highway (I'm mad at this stage for skill checking me rn but... it's still the SA2 level remade... so cool. Expected to be hard as the last stage. The wonkiness caused by the game's story kinda takes away from the stage's original vibes for me though.)

6. Rail Canyon (Being at the bottom doesn't mean I don't love it, it just doesn't stand out as much as the others and... a lot of rail gaming as a given, y'know.)

BOSS FIGHTS: Biolizard and Mephiles are great, I'd rather not go through Metal Overlord again (I likely will), but visually it's cool. The gameplay of that was... not my forte. I didn't play '06 so the Mephiles fight in particular was a treat.

CONTROLS: Smooth!!! Doom Morph is kinda slippery sometimes, and I struggle with the sliding sections in Radical Highway. They're not Cyberspace, not Sonic Generations, but a secret third thing. (Somewhat an adaption of Overworld Frontiers controls to an evolution of Sonic Generations type level design? Something to that effect.)

CUT SCENES: My emotions grahh! I got no issues with the writing I can think of. I for one, enjoy the references, which were placed well imo. Overall, it's just really nice to see Shadow be an actual character.

GRAPHICS: Looks fine on the Switch, though I imagine it might be scaled down in places, I don't notice if anything is off. Didn't notice any stuttering, pop-in, or anything like that. I did have moments where the pause menu would freeze while I was scrolling through stages, not sure what that's about.

EXTRAS:

If you've played the game, White Space speaks for itself. It's great.

The 2D acts are fun wtf??? They flow so well? Sorcery! (Some parts of the 2D sections of Act 1 in Sonic Gens mess up my enjoyment of the stages.)

Missions are well done, as pretty much just tests of stage running skill, none of them making me want to punch the screen or just feel like I'm doing a chore as with several of the missions in Sonic Gens.

I don't like chasing music notes. [Redacted] those. The ones where you have to platform to a specific place where they're waiting for you are fine. Me problem though.

I sense if I try to improve my ranks I'm gonna have a love/hate relationship with the ranking system. I don't know yet if it's mostly based on time, but it certainly seems less generous than Sonic's.

Surprised at the lack of minibosses, it seemed like a fair number of people were expecting there to be. After playing most of the game... it makes sense though.

Next Session: Devil Doom...

#sonic x shadow generations #mentioning: I played OG Sonic gens 100% all achievements on Steam but I will try it with the new control scheme eventually #sxsg #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow generations spoilers #sxsg spoilers #shadow generations

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daggryet · 2 years ago

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❤💛

NEUVILETTE IS SOON TO BE HERE HELL YEEEEEEAAAH!!!!!

i wanna pull for him. im gonna pull for him

it's like. i like him a lot, I like his design, I like his whole thing AND his hydro and a catalyst which suits me very well

i only have Barbara for a hydro and while with certain artifacts she makes pyroenemies (like, yknow, the bosses, for ascension materials) easy peasy she's just. she's not it (also like. it's soooo hard for me to ascend her cause I need to kill the water thing for it and you need archers for that AND I AIN'T DOING ARCHERS NO WAY)

i might actually build fischl but like. only after i build my main and sub-team. so very not right now

I hope neuvilette will be good. i don't actually play catalysts that much but I hope he'll be good. i even know what I kind of team I want to put him in, if his talents allow it. my hopes is that he will be similar to ningguang because I like her playstyle. or barbara, cause she's not bad either, just difficult to ascend and also a healer which is not what I want (I wanna put neuvie with yaoyao if it works. him, yaoyao and kuki and like. idk maybe xiangling. she kind of got replaced by thoma because i found his skills worked better for me with beidou. and also I love him and I am not above salivating at pixels)

on that note: you've mentioned you've built thoma and same!!!! im in the process. what kind of artifacts do you have on him? I wanna lean into his defense/shielder thing but all the guides are so confusing

also, yknow what's been in my mind: does anyone main Lisa? like someone must. but I've never seen that

ALSO ALSO: razor and lisa both say "blitz" when using their elemental skills. it's cute (though Lisa's flirty while razors is a scream)

this reads a little like an oldtimey letter lol. I feel compelled to sign off like

"With my best regards,

❤💛"

or smth

NEUVILLETTE IS ALMOST HERE!!!! i'm so excited, will be my third debut character with lyney and kaveh. i really hope i'll get him early since i've only got 19k rn, and i have such a long list of characters i wanna pull for lmao there's yae miko, cyno (for 4ggravate completion, tighnari will come home at some point i believe!!), venti would be nice for crowd control

i've not built my barbara but doing the last banner, i got her c6 so i'm kind of hoping neuvillette will work well with her so i have an excuse to build her. the only downside is that i'd have to fight a lot of oceanids and omg that boss kicked my ass when o had higher level than it, it's kicking my ass even harder now that it's 10 levels above me. even with lyney who is so cracked, i died like three times las time i attempted it, so i feel your pain!!!! FUCK OCEANIDS!!!!

you did remind me of xiangling, i always mean to build her but then i get sucked into trying to get the perfect artifacts for my main team and well. i'm not spending money on genshin, but damn do i feel scammed in domains. so many hp and defense pieces when i'm just farming for my dps

i don't play a lot of catalyst characters actually, wanderer is the only one i Really use and i think that's because he's flying so while he is vulnerable (like all catalyst characters are), he is still a bit harder to reach than normal catalyst characters. but for neuvie, with his design and his va and his personality, i will make a difference and learn how to play catalysts well. i did it for lyney and bow characters, i will do it for neuvie as well.

and for thoma!!! my best boy. i don't have a set as such for him, i read somewhere his shield scales off of hp, so i've just slapped A LOT of hp and hp% pieces on him. if that site lied to me, well shit. i will have to go look for which specific set is good for him, but i've been leveling artifacts so much recently i have like ten four stars left. and his talents are like 2-7-6 i think.

i dont know, i'm suere there's a reddit group for them but i've been thinking of leveling her and building her, so maybe she can be in an alhaitham team with a lot of er and a very leveled burst talent.

also that's cute:') i love when characters have matching lines

#ask #❤💛 anon

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skin-jockey-dyke · 1 year ago

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Ep 2

warning: you know that post thats like 'have you watched a movie before?? things happen then things are revealed to you?' thats in response to me. everything in this post is why that other post exist

enclave guy is trying WAYYYYY to hard

also also call back to the first ep, what the fuck were those western accents? am i meant to believe that the way speech evolved was so it sound like bad improve?

the rubber duck in the bos.... fuck. thingamajig is cute. VERTABIRD yeah im a real fan B)

another brotherhood segment another day asking if the tv show wants to talk about race

god they are sooo allergic to nuisance

the power armour is sick tho

wtf is dogmeat salivating when holding a human hand what did they feed her (also dogmeats a girl feminism win)

most of the guns so far just look like the harpoon gun from farharbor. that may just be me being bad with guns tho

literally no one gives a shit about the radioactive ooze cans its funny. enclave guy just took a seat on one.

i dont like the religious brotherhood its to on the nose for me

okay so they arent just some tanks of radiation its the entrace to a Cave full of radioactive waste. with human bones everywhere. why did the enclave guy feel the need to warn lucy again?

too lazy to take photos (if its a real issue someone else would have) but wtf is wrong with the trees in the background? they look like they have the fish eye effevt to them and nothing else does.

ph yeah it was a yoai gui in the trailer i was really hoping deathclaw buts its just a matter of time. does this mean they are in Wyoming? how much are they gonna keep. like they SHOWED new vegas and the husks.

why the FUCK does it have human abs. and pecs.

he shot it in the head once and its down??? the fuck is he packing???

why is it being anti power armor? or just anti power? okay the undersuit to the tin can is a cool detail looks like an etsy costume tho.

wow totally allergic to nuisance

maximus was a child when the bos picked him up why hadnt he picked this up yet? was it cause he was at bos bible camp? none around?

Oasis???? (trees in the dust)

that tin can is in working condition????

you can see the power armor hui from f4 its cool

favorite character alert - he fucks chickens and uses the word rube

wait philly people are calling for a dogmeat, is the other dog a rosie?? (human brain dog body pre brain installation oc)

BOOOOOOOO THE BRAHMIN HAVE FUR BOOOOOOO BOOOOOO

my man is sitting in a rocking chair in the middle of a crowded street. whats his problem

also all the philly citizens have sick designs

'these items belong to vault tec. so it would be safe to assume you do business with criminals' 🤓☝️i love her 'im not judging!!'

YOU HAVE clean hair and ten fingers and qhite teeth mrs

mrs you also have skin. in the year (2100?) YOU have vault dwelling in your dna

BOOO SAME BRAHMIN SAME PROBLEM W H Y DOES IT HAVE FUR. WHERES MY ULSUR BABY???

another german shepherd?? O.O

nope its dogrose (her new name till they call her dog meat)

'ameritocracy where people pride themselves on doing the right thing'

people dont like 'the ghoul'

well HE has the bloddy mess perk

i like all the tire armour its cool

Why are they southern??? like has media lied to me or are these like misisipi georgian accents not western

okay the slug design is fun

welp dogroses dead

she was in all the trailers to i wanted to see her wreck shit.

Those little ass flames did NOT carry his ass from wyoming to california

he just got LAUNCHED

with NO broken ribs too!

lucy is getting the fucking hots while a man is bleeding out right next to her

is this a lesbian couple???? i swear that man had fem ass boobs.

team rocket blasting off again!! those rodeo skills werent just a prewar fad huh.

Dog rose lives????

Okay new question. Stimpacks?? I always assumed they were a wasteland thing. but lucy had one in the vault that look just as rattled. is there a factory for these shits still? or just a shit ton of them?

man dog has spit ill give her that

Whys dogmeatrose chill with the guy who shot her? surley that makes more sense then the drug in her dog brain.

it taste like banana. hes just fucking dead thats fun.

thats a clean ripper.

history will be made today as i watch the fallout show

1.) my friend admitted that they made the ulysses thing up.

dissapointment is on the rise

Counter point: 'the ghoul' doesnt look as clean shaven as he did in the trailer but he DID literally crawl out the grave so. and even then still wish he was a little worse to look similar to the established ghouls.

#fallout show #spoilers

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rosiesmuts · 3 years ago

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Spring Cleaning

Male reader x BLACKPINK Rosé

Words: 2,600

Next: Autumn Cleaning

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"NO!"

"Please Rosie, I don't think you understand how hot you are in that dress."

"I said no."

"It'll be qui-"

"No. This party is important to me and we're in public. Stop."

The lacy dress provided by YSL made you feral the second she put it on, with the sheer design exposing her long legs and the strapless top barely containing her delectable small breasts.

She has shut down every advance you made since she put on the dress. In the hotel room she said she couldn't be late. In the car she said she couldn't ruin her outfit. Now on this couch she said there were too many other people around. In one final attempt to place your hand on her leg, she slaps your hand away.

"Seriously stop it. Just wait until we get back to the room okay?"

Despite being rejected, you now have something to look forward to and actually enjoy the party with Rosé–mingling with random celebrities, drinking, and dancing until the host calls it a night.

On the trip back to the hotel, you keep staring at Rosé, but don't dare to make a move too soon and ruin your chances. As soon as the car arrives at the hotel you grab her arm and practically sprint to the elevators.

When you enter the hotel room, you're finally ready to indulge in Rosé, but you see an anger in her eyes as she gives you a stern command.

"Sit on the floor…" she points towards the foot of the bed "... you think I'm just gonna let you fuck me after all the shit you tried to pull off tonight?"

Unable to disobey her orders, you take a seat in front of the bed and watch as she slowly makes her way to the edge of the bed then sits down while maintaining a stare down at you.

"Take off my boots."

Another order you're unable to disobey. The fragrance of her ripe feet travels to your nose the moment her boots are removed. She slowly, and methodically lifts up her body as she removes her stockings and throws them on the floor.

"Lay down."

Once again another order you're unable to disobey. Laying down on the floor, you're able to pick up the slight scent coming off her stockings laying down next to your head. She moves closer to the edge and plants her two feet directly on your face–the source of the incredible smell now directly injected into your nostrils. If anyone were to walk in on this scene, they would think this was a punishment, but there couldn't be anything more enjoyable at this moment.

Her clammy soles, covered by a light sheen of sweat cause her already soft soles to feel even softer as they rub against your face. The strong aroma oozing off her feet assaults your senses, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Grabbing onto her ankles to hold her in place, you take in a big whiff like a person smelling roses–it was important to quickly indulge in the pheromones permeating off her feet before they dispersed into the air. The all natural musk of sweat trapped in those big boots was better than any fancy designer perfume she sprayed on before the party.

The aroma causes you to salivate, and you would love nothing more than to take a taste. When the smell from her soles disperses into the air, you move her toes to your nose and take another big whiff knowing that the intoxicating scent stays trapped there longer.

"You had this all planned didn't you? Teasing me with that goddamn dress and wearing boots instead of heels tonight."

Rosé ignores your question, but a smirk forms on her lips before she gives you another command.

"Clean them." She wiggles her toes to urge you on.

Two words you've been dying to hear since this all began. Starting with her left foot, the first pungent taste of her slightly sour and salty skin has you dying for more as you start at the heel of her foot and lick all the way up to the ball of feet, stopping just before your tongue reaches her toes.

More and more saliva pools in your mouth as you repeat this process, savoring every bit of flavor from her soles until they are completely clean. As if she knew what was coming next, she wiggles her toes in front of your face and you obediently lick in between her toes, each one containing a concentrated burst of flavor.

Always saving the best for last, and desperately wanting one final taste, you insert all five of her toes into your mouth. She pushes her foot further into your mouth as you slobber away, acting like a mad man starved of his favorite food. The desperation builds in your mind as even her toes lose their flavor until she reminds you that there's still another treat still unattended to.

"You still have one more to clean."

She removes her left foot from your face and plants her other foot onto your wanting lips. The fragrance may have faded, but you lose yourself again as the exquisite flavor was still there and repeat the same process on her unattended foot. When the flavor fades, you switch to worshiping her flawless feet–closing your eyes and smelling Rosé's feet, any logic and rationale swept up in whatever aroma is left.

With her foot still in your face, you apply a little pressure and kiss her sole, before moving your lip all across her sole, applying light pressure and pecking it with kisses. Once you reach her toes, you draw out your tongue and lick up and down her toes a little before moving side to side.

With your free hand you start massaging her other foot drawing circles with your thumbs and softly feeling her flesh on your fingers, you could have laid there worshiping her feet for hours if she let you, and got so enthralled in that you almost didn't hear her next command.

"Take off your pants."

The growing tent in your slacks was hard to ignore. From the moment you saw her in that dress, all the way up to this moment, you were continually in some state of arousal. You quickly remove your pants and the moment your throbbing cock is free of its fabric prison, Rosé uses one foot to play with your balls and the other to rub her toes along your shaft and precum forming at your tip.

"They feel so full, do you need some help?"

"Rosie please…" the only response you were able to muster out. The constant arousal of being teased by her dress all night, then the worshiping of her feet has you ready to explode. An inadvertently groan leaves your mouth the moment she wraps her feet around your shaft, her feet still well lubricated from being cleaned. As pleasurable as the rest of her body is, there is an incomparable feeling the texture of her soles provides you as she amazes you with her skill and precision. The nimble way she moves her feet while tightly wrapped around your shaft is something that always shocks you–curling her toes to grip on to your cock even tighter as she continues to stroke you up and down.

“Cum for me, cum all over these pretty feet that you just cleaned up and make them dirty all over again,” she whispers in her sweet Australian accent as she moves her feet even faster.

It didn’t take much longer for the pleasure to overwhelm you as she whispered “cum for me” over and over until you could no longer hold out. The first two shots blast out, which she deftly uses her feet to catch, and the remaining oozes out onto her two beautiful feet until they’re coated with your sperm. The tight grip of her feet on your shaft returns as she squeezes at the base and slowly drags her feet up, making sure to milk you completely dry. After opening your eyes, you see Rosé slightly lifting up her waist to slide off her panties.

“On the bed.” she demands of you and throws her panties at your face

You remain lying down, holding her panties against your nose and take in a big whiff, while still panting trying to catch your breath.

“Now!”

You jump up to your feet at her sudden command, making your way onto the bed and she guides you to the top of the bed with your back against the headboard. She slowly climbs on your waist, feeling the heat emanating off her moist slit directly against your stomach. Her gaze locks onto yours for what feels like an eternity until she leans forward and places her neck against your lips.

“I’m still sweaty from the party.” she whispers into your ears.

Needing no further instructions, you open your lips and lick and nibble all around, savoring the saltiness and slight stickiness her sweat left behind– never staying in one spot too long to prevent leaving a mark on her flawless skin. Her light moans get louder and louder when you lightly bite at her her exposed collarbones and she holds your head against her skin. You can feel her lower lips getting wetter and wetter against your stomach the more you hungrily lick, nibble, and suck.

You suddenly lean back and use both hands to grab her wrists–her eyes opening wide as this was your first sign of aggression of the night. After lifting both her arms above her head, you lean in and take long, broad licks against her smooth, sweaty pits.

“Stop! It tickles!”

She screams and squirms around as you aggressively lick at her smooth armpits, quickly switching between the two, careful not to clean away the flavor from either one too quickly. As you get more and more lost in her smooth pits, your grip on her wrists loosens until she’s finally able to free her hands. Without any warning, she grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you away.

“I saw you sniffing my panties. Did you like the smell?”

After a nod, you stay frozen in place as she lifts up her body and inserts two fingers into her hot core–fingering herself for a brief moment. When she removes her fingers, a long string of sticky nectar stays attached until she brings the two digits up to your nose. The smell from her fingers was more intense than the one from her panties, this time fresh and coming directly from the source. After a deep breath in, she smears the sweet nectar against your upper lips, allowing the fragrance to linger there and a smile grows on her face when you curl your lips upwards, desperately trying to get the smell closer to your nostrils.

“You’re doing such a good job, maybe you deserve another treat.”

She attempts to unzip the side of the dress, but you grab her wrists to stop her.

“Leave it on, it’s been driving me wild all night” you take a brief respite from her skin until you dive back in for more. With the side of her dress slightly unzipped, you reach for her top and pull it down–exposing her delicious flat chest for the first time in the night. She leans back and stretches her arms back, allowing you a better view. Drool escapes the side of your mouth when you reach forward to fondle her small breasts until Rosé softly cups your face and drives you into her small chest. As your mouth latches onto one of her nipples, your hand moves to her other. You bite, lick, and deeply slurp on her hard nub until moving over to the other. This process repeats until both her sensitive nipples are completely covered in your saliva.

No more commands, orders, or even words. Rosé looks deeply into your eyes and she slides her body lower and lower until her face is right in front of your cock. Gripping onto your shaft with her left hand, her eye contact never breaks as she licks and licks and licks all over your shaft until it is completely lathered in her saliva. Rosé gives you a smile and ties her long blonde hair into a ponytail before starting. She kisses and sucks on your head, using her tongue to clean up the precum before moving downward. She bathed your shaft with her warm saliva, while using her soft tongue to spread it around while providing unbelievable suction with her hollowed out chipmunk cheeks. Although she wasn't moving quickly, her astonishing skill was on full display as she varied the speed, suction, and depth to give you mind-blowing pleasure. When you tap on the top of her head to indicate you were close, she climbs back up to straddle your waist and whispers into your ear.

“You can’t cum yet, I’m gonna ride you til I cum all over your dick.”

She wraps her right arm around your neck and uses her left hand to hold your cock still as she lifts up her body and inserts it into her hot core. This has been what you were waiting for all night, and the continuous teasing throughout the night made her fleshy walls wrapped around your cock feel even better than you could have imagined. Both arms wrap around your neck as she starts moving herself up and down. Somehow the dress still covering just her midriff was even sexier than seeing her fully in the nude as you looked down to watch your member disappear and reappear every time she lifted and lowered her body.

The sound of her thighs clapping against yours was only trumped by the sounds of her low, sexy moans as she used you for her own pleasure.

“God, your cock feels so good. So good. So so so good.” she keeps repeating to herself as she closes her eyes and bounces enthusiastically on your cock. Rosé is somehow hornier than you are, but partially due to the expert use of her feet just a few moments ago. When her low, sexy moans become louder and louder as she rides you even faster, you pull her chest to your face and harshly nibble on her sensitive nipples.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK” Rosé screams out as she plants herself fully down on your cock. Her tight pussy squeezes you even tighter as she's brought to bliss. Her body convulses as she has her first orgasm of the night–her contracting pussy sends ripples of pleasure throughout your body and you involuntarily thrust into her tight caverns.

“Rosie I’m gonna fucking cum!” a devilish smile grows on Rosé’s face as she once again wraps her arms around your neck and bounces up and down. The new slickness from her orgasm quickly brings you to the peak as you blast rope after rope directly into her moist pussy. The soft sensation of her tight walls still squeezing you as she removes herself from your lap causes even more arousal as you feel every texture on the way out.

Just as you’re about ready to pass out from such an intense orgasm, Rosé bends over and presents her ass to you.

“There’s still more of me you need to clean…”

A/N: I realize I didn’t use any feet or armpit pics so you can find them here, here, and here.

Rosé story only seemed fitting for my two month anniversary on Tumblr

#blackpink rose smut #male reader #blackpink smut #blackpink rosé smut #rose smut

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pikahlua · 2 years ago

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Pika Rambles about the new OP because why not

If there’s anything I’ve learned from season 6 of MHA, it’s that whatever Twitter’s reaction is to something, I’m likely to have the opposite reaction.

I’m not often one to go into my opinions on things in MHA I feel are “good” or “bad.” Sometimes it happens, but just generally I’ve been trained to read and analyze a lot of things without respect to whether or not I like them or agree with their philosophies. I’m usually trying to understand a story more than anything.

But OPs are a different matter.

I have a weird thing for OPs. I’ve watched many over the years, and in some cases even decided whether or not I would watch an anime based on its OPs. (I’ve also...made a lot of AMVs.) OPs are supplementary material that are opportunities for animators to showcase their creativity and their understanding of the story’s themes. For that reason, I’ll happily ramble about my love for MHA OPs 1-4 and 7 anytime (god, especially 7; I’ll never get over the candy apple sakuga).

This time, OP 11, the ramble isn’t a good one. “What? Really? But everyone agrees it’s the shiniest one yet! Is it just that weird Ochako shit they threw in there?” No, stock anon. It’s so much more than that.

I have opinions.

If you like OP 11...you may not want to read my thoughts under the cut.

I’m just gonna complain in list form from here have fun.

1. First, all the good: I like the song. I realize not everyone’s gonna like the song, but I happen to like it. I also like some of the OP, particularly the first bits of it before the title card drops. I think it’s a good use of some of the cover/non-story artwork Horikoshi drew during this arc. Except already saying that, I can’t help but notice a huge missed opportunity. This cover art would’ve made for an EXCELLENT theme in the OP:

It would’ve made up for the egregious lack of All Might too.

2. That title card is awful. Come on. They used to do fun things with the design or colors or something. This is just...weird effects that maybe will cause someone a seizure. It’s certainly not pleasing to the eye.

3. I don’t have a problem with the split screen bit. It’s not great, but it’s not terrible. Except the animation they give Ochako was basically already used in OP 8 so I don’t know what that’s all about.

4. All the Lady Nagant art is super lame sorry why do they repeat the same angle and pose twice? They could have used other camera angles at least, or even do something more with her younger self and angst? This is about as one-note as her actual role in the story (okay maybe it fits then).

5. I don’t need to complain about the weird ship bait that is the Ochako scene in the way everyone else already has done for me. I have a pressing urge to bring up though that Bones once again shows their lack of creativity here, and it feels like they have a vendetta against Ochako too. Where is her action shot? Her sakuga? There are plenty of moments from this arc that could’ve made a much nicer action shot here. Her smile is so weird because this whole arc she’s getting serious for Izuku’s sake and frowns at him a lot and stands up to him essentially. This feels like heroine-ization and it’s awful. Ochako does much more impactful and moving shit this arc than whatever the hell this is.

6. How dare you cheapen the hand-holding symbol of this series do you even know what the fuck is happening in this manga??? [clings to Iida’s leg]

7. The sakuga of Izuku swinging around is okay, probably the best part of the OP--except then we run into the Lady Nagant issue again

8. What the fuck is the weird white corpse from AoT doing here? What? What is that? Hello?

9. It needs to be said: the sakuga of Iida et. al. looks like absolute ass. I’m sick of fandom just salivating for nothing but sakuga while having absolutely no standards. “Action lines? Cool angles? Speedy animation? Yay it’s perfect!” No, seriously, if everyone’s gonna be so critical of the story and animation and pacing all the time, where’s your criticism of the actual sakuga? This shot looks awful and no one is talking about it. Not only do all the characters involved move awkwardly, you can’t even tell who they are. I wish we could have seen better highlights of the characters themselves, their faces even, including Shigaraki’s. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. THEY’RE FIGHTING SHIGARAKI IN THAT SHOT. DID YOU EVEN NOTICE? YOU PROBABLY THOUGHT IT WAS IZUKU, RIGHT? SEE HOW DUMB THIS IS? IT MAKES NO SENSE FOR THAT TO BE SHIGARAKI EITHER, BUT IT IS. GO PAUSE A FRAME AND CHECK IT OUT. The special effects of their super attacks at the end also look like ass. This was the worst sakuga we’ve seen since the third movie and I am not impressed and I’m mad other people are.

10. Epilepsy colors Izuku is also terrible sakuga he’s so off-model it hurts I can’t stand watching this bit.

11. The Izuku+Tenko sequence is nice and a good show of creativity, and yet Izuku also looks off-model and I can’t stand how this is NOT the right season for this imagery. So that makes this a spoiler, basically? It doesn’t belong here. I like the subtle hint at the OFA star with the sun glare behind Izuku’s offered hand, but still this feels like they have no idea what this arc is about.

12. Exhibit #999999 that it feels like the animators have no idea what’s up with this arc: the ending image of Izuku doing the All Might fist in the air pose. Like, maybe it works if you read it as “he’s able to represent All Might because everyone else is there with him,” but it just doesn’t...feel right. It’s not earned based on the rest of the OP. Why couldn’t we just have them all be around the All Might statue? I don’t know what are you all even thinking when you draw this shit

#where is the consistency #the coherency #the actual themes of the arc #where is everything #ughhhh #anime only friendly #pika has opinions

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sapphic-luthor · 3 years ago

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i thibk you are the first person i’ve heard say johnny d is not the victim. it’s got me thinking, have i been fkn brainwashed by all the media i see???? it’s so hard in these situations because statistics say amber will be the victim. but she might not be. but she might also be. gah, i wish the truth was easy to uncover.

gonna answer this under the cut and please god everyone this is not an invitation for discourse

i’m not going to do the whole “but the evidence this!! and this tiktok!! and this meme!!!” bullshit because abuse and domestic violence are not, in any capacity, the sort of things that can be packaged into little tweets or meme videos designed specifically for engagement. and more importantly, the case is really just that: a legal case that’s in the hands of the court, that ultimately has nothing to do with you or i.

but what does have to do with me as a woman and as a lesbian is the way the media frenzy of this case is warping the public consciousness when talking about trauma and abuse. i really, really, urge you to take a look at what sort of information is being shared and by whom, and what sort narrative theyre trying to push— you will find blatant misogyny spurring a LOT of this conversation.

i do think its important to say that nobody on twitter or tiktok or making rant videos on youtube with big bright clickbait icons should be considered a source of truth of information regarding what was obviously an extremely volatile interpersonal relationship between two people who absolutely none of us know personally, and whose celebrity statuses directly affect the publics made-up perception of their characters.

misogynists salivate over the myth of the wrongly accused man. look at how many people are instantaneously accusing women like megan thee stallion (who literally got shot!) and evan rachel wood (who was kidnapped, tortured, branded, and repeatedly assaulted on camera in a music video that’s still on youtube to this fucking day) of lying or attention seeking or whatever, because they can’t bear to imagine the accused men as the monsters they are. look at the pass people give r kelly and chris brown!

abuse allegations are, by their nature, extremely traumatic to share and often extremely intimately tied up in ptsd, guilt, shame, memory loss, you name it. i don’t know what’s going to happen in this defamation case, and i almost don’t care because i dont respect the US legal system at all. but i do know that none of the disastrous effects or realities of abuse on a victim should ever be turned into content, and the next time you see a tiktok like “here’s a picture of amber heard SMILING a day AFTER she LIED about xyz!!!” with a backyardigans theme song or what the hell ever i want you to really consider the way women and their suffering are so often turned into caricatures by the public, the way women are never, ever, fucking believed regardless of if they have evidence or witnesses or whatever, and also maybe why the venn diagram of people who don’t believe other victims and who insist JD is innocent is a literal circle.

#i also really want you to take a moment when youre sharing information or opinions or tweets or whatever and consider:#‘if i had friends or loved ones who have been abused- would the stuff i’m sharing now make them feel safe?’#‘would somebody trust me to believe them if they came to me with their traumatic experiences?’ because that’s the real heartbreak of it all #is abuse survivors everywhere are watching the people in their lives take terrifying stances over this case #and theyre learning who they can’t put faith in anymore #answered #anonymous #tw abuse #please do not come into my inbox to debate i have absolutely no interest. i dont care about these rich people i care about survivors

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gaiuswrites · 4 years ago

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Ashore

Part one | Open Waters

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Frankie leave the beach with only one thing on your minds.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.6k~

Warnings/tags: smut, ✨butt stuff✨, oral (f receiving), some lovey-dovey shit

Notes: Here we are friends. You don’t necessarily have to read Open Waters to understand the contents of this chapter (considering it’s mostly just booty bumpin’). You can thank heathens @javierpcna and @whataperfectwasteoftime for the debauchery to follow. It’s been a while since I’ve written and I’m genuinely nervous to post this lol but alas. We have arrived. Is it shit? Is it pure filth? Who’s to say hehehe. Cheers bebes x

Masterlist | read it on ao3!

The worst part was, you had to get gas.

Frankie drives. You sit beside him.

The return trip is hushed with anticipation—with sullied stain-glass imagery occupying the void. You've said next to nothing since you packed into the car; the only noise comes from the radio—the preset station phasing in and out as you wind along the backroads leading away from the shore—Journey, Jimi, Led Zep and the like all crackling dry through the speakers.

Everything, each micro-movement, feels stifling— like burning ants under a magnifying glass— each gesture riddled with intention, Frankie’s words echoing clear in the caverns of your mind.

He glances left right at an intersection.

‘Anything?’

He flips on the turn signal, blinking one two one two one two.

‘You gonna let me have your tight little ass?’

He steers the wheel with the heel of his palm.

‘When I cum, it’s gonna be here—filling you up.’

The engine rumbles as you idle at a red light—stalling. Dawdling. The sun spills lazily from the horizon, draining the last of the afternoon’s light with it, bleeding the sky scarlet—emboldening the horizon— and you watch as the setting glow catches the hair on his arm—there, resting on the console between you. His hand fists over the gear, knuckles creasing as they tense around the worn, leathered head. You’re playing a game—a silent, ruleless game. You know he can sense you observing him, can feel the heat of your gaze weigh on the flex of his fingers—the same fingers that had ripped an orgasm out of you not two hours before.

You almost unbuckle your damn seatbelt and fly out of your chair. You nearly break with it, with the unspoken tension filling the car like gas and fuck, how you crave him; how you yearn to put those fingers in your mouth and suck—lave the summer clean off his digits and bob around the long width and—

The light turns green.

Frankie resumes his hand to the wheel, your lewd fantasy dissipating along with it.

It’s minuscule. You would have missed it save the fact that you’re so acutely aware of every fucking breath you two share in the aluminum confines of your old Jeep. It’s a subtle thing: Frankie adjusts his hips— innocent enough— but your eyes flicker over to find the groin of his drying swim trunks tented.

You’re not ashamed to say it— your mouth fucking waters, you salivate— and as if on cue, he squirms again, seeking relief from both the blood rushing south and the blister of your stare. His lips part— the rasp of an inhale as he prepares to speak—before his focus is torn down to the dashboard, an orange symbol popping up in the gauge stealing his attention.

“Shit,” Frankie mumbles under his breath. Looking around, he scans for a nearby station and groans at the realization that he’s just passed one, spotting it in the rearview mirror. “Shit.”

You swivel towards the passenger side window, attempting to hide the I told you so expression pulling wry at your mouth. Not that you’ll hang it over him, but you did inform Frankie that the tank was empty on the way to the beach. You hear another muffled curse come from the man beside you, and the world goes topsy-turvy and reverses itself— the act of Frankie making a grumbled U-turn.

He puts the gear into park with a huff, Van Halen’s solo abruptly cut short mid chord.

The car door opens with a rusty squeal and Frankie clambers out, fishing his wallet from his back pocket and swiping his card through the reader at the pump—but not before he squeezes a palm into the plush of your thigh, thumb searing like a brand into your skin. I’ll be quick.

Fuck, you could have cum right then.

Your gaze follows his movements, dogging after him as he waits on the gas to fill— arms folded across his chest, strong build leaning on the frame of your car.

It’s not a novel concept to you, but God is that man broad. The ratty t-shirt he wears clings to him, pulled taut between the plane of his shoulders, the cut of his tricep apparent even from your vantage point; the corded muscle running up his neck flashing as he watches the digital numbers on the screen tick higher.

Shit, you’re aching for him— you can feel yourself throb into the crotch of your swimsuit. You’d have him right here—in the backseat, steaming up the glass— if it weren’t for the overencumbered bags and rickety beach chairs crowding the space.

With herculean effort, you wrench your eyes off him in search of a distraction, letting them drift to the dark flooring of the car. It’s been dirtied—white flecks speckling the interior—and you won’t be able to get the sand out of the matted carpets for weeks. It’s a nuisance, to be sure, but you have to admit that you’re sort of fond of it; little memories, vestiges in the grains, lingering long after the season ends.

Hello, remember me? each granule chirped, remember when we laughed giddy for hours, maddened by the grace of the sun? Remember when we burned red that time we forgot sunscreen? Remember when we bought soft serve from the surf shack and it globbed sticky down our wrists? Remember when we when we when when when…

Frankie, ever practical, hates it. It’s a pain in the ass, he’s told you, regaling you with the woes only a mechanic would care to know. It ruins the upholstery.

You’ve had your exchanges about the topic—your faux-squabbled back and forths—and yet despite himself, he can’t help but like that you like it. Conceptually, he gets it—it annoys him to kingdom fucking come and he’ll almost certainly take the vacuum to the mats first thing tomorrow, but he understands. He understands it.

He understands you.

You’re like that, you and him. You’re different. You are made of different things, a compository of fractures and fragments. Mosaic tiles. You don’t quite fit—not all of you—but you never force the pieces into any sort of place. You admire each other’s mismatched bits, those sweetly quilted jigsaws, and you hold each one up to the light and point at the unique curves, the notches and swoops there, and say I love you, I love this, I love this too.

When Frankie keys up the ignition and puts the car in drive, he keeps his hand on your lap. Arm resting over the median dividing you, calloused palm sealing over your quad, his fingertips knead a pulse into the meat of your leg with each bump in the poorly paved road— a reminder. A vow. Almost home.

You think he does it just to torture you.

It fucking works.

The sound of laughter parts the front door as you enter— Frankie had made some colorful comment about your absolute favorite neighbors, the ones who always leave their damn garbage bins in front of your driveway— and your key ring clatters as it hits the bowl on the side table.

You discard the bags, plopping the sandy things down in the entryway, and kick off your sandals— bare soles padding along lacquered wood paneling as you head to the kitchen for some much needed water.

The sound of the tap running camouflages Frankie’s movement, you don’t hear him behind you. He’s got stealth in him, harbored there from before. He’s light on his feet when he chooses to be—nimble-like, bordering on feline—and you startle with a bubbly chuckle when you spin around to discover him far closer than you anticipated.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping us hydrated,” you grin, as if it were obvious. You’re welcome.

He hums, the note rumbling against the cage of his ribs, and lessens the distance between you with a single stride. “That can wait.”

He rids you of the glasses, hurriedly placing them on the counter, and meets you in a kiss—and fuck can that man kiss. Frankie, like with all things, is responsive—attentive. His lips are fever-laced and wanton, and he roves against yours like they’re designed to— fated for no one else’s but your own— nipping and tonguing at your honeyed whines, orphaned there in the well of your mouth.

His hands vine up your body, so deprived of the luxury of your form - of touch - and he grabs at anything he can— your hips, your waist, your breasts through the cotton of your shirt— their half moon curves sitting ripe in his palms.

After ushering you up to the countertop, he strips you of your jean shorts, your bikini bottom sloughing down your calves along with them, and hoists your feet onto the fake granite, prying your legs wide for him.

When he gets an eyeful of your gleaming pussy, pearled with arousal, the wind gets punched straight out of him.

“Jesus honey,” he groans, “you been like this the whole ride home?”

Your brain is numb, lagging with lust. You don’t trust your voice to speak—all you can do is nod.

“Poor thing,” he simpers. “Poor pretty thing, all wound up for me—all wet.”

You whimper at his tone—graveled, just shy of condescending—and your knees weaken shut before he snatches them apart.

“Sit still.”

It’s a command, there’s no room for disobedience; he orders it with a soldier's voice—that dead thing he wears like dog tags around his neck. Vice grip widening your legs, Frankie sinks down onto his shins, head leveled with your core, engrossed with the sight of your damp sex quivering.

Blotchy warmth creeps up your neck, like ivy crawling over brick.

He’s staring at you— hungry and possessed and simply staring at your open cunt and you begin to fidget once more—riling under his umbered appraisal.

“Sit still baby girl,” he murmurs, softer now and desperate too—intoxicated with the heady perfume of your heat. “Lemme just— fuck, I gotta taste you…”

When he swipes the deft muscle of his tongue through your slit, your head careens back onto the cabinets, plates and bowls rattling behind the wood.

Oh god, Frankie.

He’s got a talent for this— an excruciating, body wracking talent. He thirsts for you something dangerous, something unquenchable; he tugs at your labia, forming his lips around your clit, lapping at your essence— the ocean musk, that sea foam wet.

You fumble through his hair, mussing the saline woven strands with urgent fingers as you grind grind grind, rolling your hips to meet him in a covetous show of want and he purrs into your pussy as you fuck his face, the scratch of his stubble chafing at your legs.

It doesn’t take long, not with the fervor of how he’s claiming your cunt with his mouth. You soak Frankie’s chin— you nearly fucking drown him with it—and he’s glistening with you when he finally emerges for air, pulling you to him to slant his lips against yours, letting you savor your own taste on his hot tongue.

“Bedroom. Now,” he husks, breath hitching as his nose grazes along your ear, and with two hands under your armpits, he gathers you off the countertop. Frankie lands a swat at the plump of your backside, sending you scurrying through the living room with a shriek—completely bypassing the abandoned pile of laundry left lying on the couch.

He smirks—delirious and ramrod stiff—sauntering behind you, enamored with the pendulum sway of your hips as you lead him to the bed.

You’ve never been here. You’ve never gone this far. You both have tiptoed this narrow line for months; he’s fingered your ass plenty—you have even gone so far as to don a butt plug. You’ve discussed anal—toyed with the idea, flirted in circles around it like tittering birds.

But you’ve never taken Frankie’s cock. Not yet.

He’s been working you loose and limber for the better part of fifteen minutes, delving himself knuckle deep into your slicked hole until you’re sputtering for more— until you’re downright sopping and fucking shaking— and not with trepidation but with desire. Frankie’s made you gluttonous. Frankie’s made you voracious.

You’re starving for him.

“You gonna let me have this now?” He presses a digit over your ass, kissing his thumb into the knot there.

You tremble, nodding frantic.

“Think this pretty little ass can take me, baby?”

He serves you a slap, plush skin jiggling and pricking pink under his palm. You keen into him, in search of the promise he’s been baiting you with and you arch your hips, gyrating back onto fucking nothing.

“Yes. Yes—” You twist, chin corkscrewed around to see him. You want to watch. You want to watch as he disappears inside you— as you swallow him.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks, suddenly gone gentle around the lines fraying from his eyes—those wrinkles he’s hard-earned and won, like badges, like medals—from all his years spent under an unforgiving sun, all of that which he has seen and endured. Survived. Your Frankie, always thoughtful, always checking. A goddamn gentleman, even now—even as his dick brays hard and angry against the soft of his tawny stomach. “Because really, we don’t have to—”

You cut him off with a whimper, splaying your pelvis up to him—spreading yourself, letting him see the filth dripping from your seam, dappling your inner thighs. “Fuck me,” you whine, both holes puckering for him. “Fill me up, like you said you would— please.”

Something shifts across his features like a shadow and his expression morphs until it steels— his pupils dilating to a predatorial onyx— and he spits into his palm, coating his shaft, jerking himself with it.

He hisses as he guides himself into you, as you accommodate around him, as you envelop him entirely— inch by veritable inch. He has to station a hand to the base of your lumbar, struggling to maintain his composure—air rattling in and out his lungs as he attempts to breathe.

“Shit,” he gasps, “t-this okay?”

You fist the comforter, coiling the fabric into a ball. It’s a stretch— it’s a real goddamn stretch— and briefly you consider that he might, in fact, snap you in two...

Francisco Morales is going to split you clean in half—and God, if you don’t you love it.

“Yes - yes baby - keep going. D-Don’t stop.”

He pitches into you, setting a legato tempo— transfixed by the lurid juncture where you converge into one. “You- you’re so tight. Shit, you’re—”

He silences himself with a delicious moan, biting at his lower lip until the vessels there burst and it purples, and deals a particularly aggressive thrust— one you respond to with an ugly wail of your own, eyes somersaulting in their sockets.

You’re both impatient, verging on rabid, and it doesn’t take long for him to set a rougher pace and fuck you faster - harder - hammering into your ass until you see stars, popping and fizzing in front of your retinas, a symphony of guttural grunts and carnal praise fogging up the bedroom.

Your pussy feels so empty you could cry—weeping and gaping and fluttering for him as he takes your tight ring of muscle, fucking himself to the hilt. It’s like he’s behind your brain—like he’s carved his way up your spine and nudging at the nape of your neck with how deep he’s driving into you—restless. Ceaseless. His balls slap slap slap against your puffy cunt and you pant— girlish and buoyant with the dulled smacks to your sore clit.

“Please,” you sob, “Please, I need—”

You can barely push the words out—your mind is of no help and your tongue lolls useless, languid in your mouth. Your motor functions have all but puttered to a halt, every scrap of you fighting to stay above the sensation that’s threatening to drag you under its current. The rip tide of it all, of Frankie’s cock, coursing through your ass, tempting to hurdle you out into the dark, wet blue.

“Tell me,” Frankie rasps, scraping through his throat. “Tell me, pretty baby.”

Your response is pathetic—you can hardly dignify it as a response at all. Your temple is pressed into the mattress, hair knotted with brine and sand, and all you can do is coo.

Frankie folds over you, angling himself to graze his teeth over your shoulder—savoring the salt and sex tang bathing your skin, all those pheromones and velveteen chemicals anointing you—baptizing you anew for him. He’s gruff when he murmurs, his beard grating your freshly tanned skin.

“C’mon sweetheart - hng, fuck - what do you need?”

“My clit,” you rush out, needy. “My clit. Please, oh my god Frankie I-I need you to, I need – oh fuck—” And your pleas are mummed by a rapturous moan as he trails his hand from the hollow of your hip to the apex of your cleft and flicks.

Fuck. Fuck, oh Christ—

There’s a ringing in your ears, buzzing you deaf, making you dumb—or maybe it’s just your heart, beating loud and errant against your skull—you can’t say. You don’t feel human. Frankie’s pounding into that cinched channel and playing with your clit—swiveling eddies into your swollen nub—and you feel like an animal. You feel debased. You feel disgusting and perfect and you’re fucking drooling; cheek squished and mouth agape, saliva pools from your wagging maw, darkening the white linen you’re being driven into.

“You need me in your pussy, too?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer him— he already knows what you need, how you need to have every part of you gorged on him— and Frankie dips his fingertips into your entrance, hooking them up and up and in, fucking in time to the cant of his hips.

He’s in you. Everywhere, everywhere—every possible neuron and synapse consumed with him.

“You need me like this—fucking you this deep? Fucking both your pretty holes?” he growls, weaving his hand lower to grab a fistful of your hair, rucking your head up. Throat stretched bare for him, your mewls muddle to cock-drunk cries as he spears you on himself again and again and again.

Yes yes yes fuck harder please please Frankie

You're pleading with him—you’ve been reduced to meager begging— and a chorus of slurs sings your release as you contract around him and cum, the cradle of your hips bucking reflexively.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he seethes, “you’re so good for me baby, Jesus fuck—”

He’s close now—his blissed finish drawing nearer and nearer with each sharp snap of his hips. Frankly, he’s shocked he’s managed to last as long as he has; it’s a small miracle he hadn’t cum the instant he slotted himself inside you with that very first stroke.

“Baby,” he warns, losing his rhythm. You saddle your spine, hollowing out the valley of your back and arch pretty and supple for him— preening under his weight. He moans at that, and through your fucked out haze you have the wherewithal to smirk at him, devious and prideful, a wild look owning your eye.

Frankie has to brace himself on your hips, untangling from your locks to bruise into the pillow of your skin— gripping on for dear fucking life as he plows you. You’re strangling him. You’re strangling the thick of his cock until he’s dizzy with it—until he’s feral and blind and he can’t hold on, can’t keep fighting this fucking monsoon that’s raging in his core.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—fuck me, oh shit—” He shouts, spurting inside you thrust for thrust, painting your virgin walls with his seed. It’s too much— after all that, and you’re still too tight— and he’s overstimulated to the point of delirium. Frankie roots himself still, cum dribbling out your stuffed hole while he rides out the high of his orgasm—his vision, his senses, his goddamn soul, slowly oozing back into him. When he slides free from you, he does so with a pained heave, leaving you yawning with his absence.

You feel shredded. Vacant. You’ve been sent to another fucking dimension all together.

Without wasting another second, Frankie claws you up. You’re easy and malleable, bones and muscles too strung out to protest, and he whirls you around to bar you to his chest—crushing your sweaty body to his with bullet marred arms— the same arms that have taken lives, that have spared them, too. The same arms that link around you, delicate and daisy-chained, like you’re the most precious thing he has.

And you are.

You are.

Frankie kisses you breathless, drinking rich from your cup— tongue greedy and reverent as he kneels there at your altar, praying his sins into your mouth.

So gorgeous, he croons, peppering your face—your flushed cheeks, your perspired brow—with his lips as he tells you over and over and over again.

So good for me, pretty baby

Was that okay?

Fuck, you’re a dream

You’re my best girl—you’re my only girl

Was that okay?

God, you’re my whole fucking world

Was that okay? Was I okay?

Are you okay?

You swoon, helpless to the contented sigh that seeps out from you like mist. You’ve gone limp against the breadth of him. He has reduced you to rubber, left wobbling in his grasp, and you’re so damn full—your heart and your body—all of it. You feel unequivocally complete. You feel safe, you feel home.

You are home. Francisco is home.

He’s flattening out the nest of your hair, taming the damage he previously delivered to it, earning from you a sleepy grin into the muggy crook of his neck. And with the last of your waning strength you hold his pieces up to the light—the light you left on in the hall as the night grew dark around you, the one who’s yellow glow your naked bodies bask in now, and you say

I love you

I love this

I love this too

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oftenderweapons · 3 years ago

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YOOOOO ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 that is all sending a big hug

YOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATEEEEE!!!!! Congrats, you have won Loyal Reader extra points, I have this commission you asked a century ago so yeah, happy bday sweets

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.8k

Genre: smut, basically pwp, mild angst

Rating: 18+ I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY MINOR CLICKING ON THAT “READ MORE”, ARE WE CLEAR?

Trigger warnings: swearing, hard domme!Vixen, brat!Vixen, hard sub!Joon, strip-tease!Vixen, bondage, vibrating cockring, dildo, overstimulation (male receiving), daddy kink, mention of gagging (with panties), mention of porn, voyeurism and exhibitionism, cumplay, suspension of powerplay. And Switch!Joon, i guess, too. Very unprotected activities USE CONDOMS!!! Don’t eat cum unless the other person/people can prove they’re clean.

“My hands, please. I’m sorry,” Namjoon whined, breathing through his mouth, his chest gluttonously naked, your lipstick marking it here and there. “Vixen, baby.”

“No.” You spoke it with a smile, gathering some saliva in your mouth, your head ten miles ahead of you, already planning what to do after you got up from your legs-spread-bent-over-ass-right-in-front-of-his-eyes position.

He had been whimpering since the moment you found out he wanted you to go cougar on him.

And he’d enjoyed being the prey for once — however, technically, even though you always let him take control, he knew he wasn’t preying on an innocent lamb. You were his vicious fox even when you submitted to him.

“Vixen.” It was cruel. Feet? Bound. Hands? Bound. Dick? Very fucking trapped in a very fucking vibrating cockring.

“Do you need my panties in your mouth to stay quiet?” You rolled your eyes at the fact that you had to swallow and change your plans because he couldn’t for the love of him keep his mouth shut.

“But I’m gonna cum.”

You kneeled on the floor and smiled. “Not my problem.”

He sobbed and threw his head back. “Come on. How fucking long has it been, three hours?”

“Based on my playlist, only six minutes.” You loosened his necktie — currently around your neck — and undid the first couple buttons on his shirt — which of course you were wearing rather sluttily. And that little plaid skirt? The one he always teased you about when he gave you assignments and tests?

He was regretting it now. A lot. It slipped down your legs so torturously as you stood, planting a foot between his parted legs.

He stared at it — at the Louboutins he had bought you after you spent one entire weekend oversexing him — and regretted them too.

You cocked an eyebrow and forced him to look at you. “Still thinking about that stripper?”

“Which one?”

You smirked. The answer was, after all, correct. “I don’t know if I should be happy you forgot or be worried about you seeing way too many of them.”

“It was just porn. Come on. You know I belong to you. Head to toe—” He shivered his glutes flexing a couple times before he growled and arched all the way, his orgasm spilling over his stomach and abdomen. “Fuck— Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vixen!”

“Language,” you chirped, slipping three fingers into his open mouth and pressing his tongue down, drool dripping out causing you to smirk and giggle. “Such a sorry mess.”

He hummed, his hips still swirling as he still tried to find some relief.

You took a step back, wiping your hand against your mouth, Namjoon whimpering as the vibrations didn’t stop. “Switch it off!”

“What? The music?” You tugged the necktie off you, eyes on him as you faked realisation. “Oh! You mean the lights!”

“Don’t you dare act all that smug. Don’t you—”

“Can’t hear you,” you spoke back, undoing the buttons slowly, shrugging off the shirt and turning around, dropping to the floor, grabbing your ass and squeezing it as you rotated your hips slowly, kneeling forward on your elbows, crawling forward until your arms adhered entirely to the floor, your back fully arched as your cheek met the floor.

“Touch yourself,” he growled darkly and needily.

“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?” You sneered as you turned around to look at him. He had recovered from his post-orgasmic blues and sensitivity and was well on his way to a second high.

So you stood up and turned to face him. The remote to the toy was safely strapped between your breasts, hooked on your bra. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Vixen.” He loved how flawless your evil plan was. You had designed it to make him livid. And it was unwillingly playing out to the T. Knowing you, he realised you had probably calculated him being obnoxiously talkative.

He tried his theory. “Come over here.”

You were entirely lost in the music, eyes closed, jamming to it almost naked in front of your tied up boyfriend. Well, fiance. “Or what?”

“You damn brat—”

“Are you gonna spank me, daddy?” you taunted him coquettishly. The laugh that followed had Namjoon considering whether he made the greatest mistake of his life by getting addicted to you.

“I swear, if I get my hands on you—” he said, his voice raspy.

“I’m wondering how that is going to happen…” you mused, still moving to the beat of the music, the swaying of your hips reminding him why he always let you ride him that much.

He shrugged and shook his head, a drip of precum reminding him he was definitely overestimating his liberties. “I won’t be tied up forever.”

“I can lock myself in the guestroom,” you reminded him.

“But you can’t stay locked in there forever,” he replied with a sadistic smirk.

One more shrug before you lowered the vibrations — he was enjoying the toy way too much. “Too bad you’re a workaholic and I’m alone most of the time I’m in here.”

He kept a straight face at the stimulation fading, but he was not as serene about the reminder. “I’ll work from home.”

“Don’t bother yourself for me.”

Your remark poisoned him. “Come over here, babylove. Please.”

You obeyed. Not without grabbing the dildo that had been mocking Namjoon from the very first second of your striptease. He knew you would fuck yourself with it and keep him salivating, watching.

You placed it between his legs and kneeled, untying his ankles. “Keep it still.”

“Please, Vixen.” He wouldn’t be able to stand that.

You shook your head. “Maybe you don’t get it yet, but you must do what I tell you.”

He followed your instructions and stayed quiet. He watched you drool all over the toy before you collected his sticky cum with your fingers. You observed your fingertips for a second, then drew the tip of the silicone cock.

“Miss.”

You looked at him. His eyes were darker, his face more relaxed, no scrunching or pouting or begging. “Yes, Joonie bear.”

“Are you going to lick that, miss?” He had given up. He had pushed you too far.

“What would you like me to lick, Joonie? The dildo? Your cum on my fingers?” Your voice was more gentle and calm this time, no mocking in sight.

“The cum.”

You didn’t think twice. You licked your fingers clean, then straddled Namjoon comfortably, holding the toy as you tried to insert it.

“Doesn’t it hurt, Miss?”

You smiled. This was the submissive you wanted from the start. “It feels just fine, Joonie bear.” He was drenched in sweat, and you had to push his hair off his face to look him in the eye properly. You kissed his jaw, eyes rolling shut as the toy — significantly smaller than Namjoon — slipped in effortlessly. “I'm sorry I was mean to you, love.”

“It's okay.” Seeing him from this up close, so tired and weak, softened you a little.

“I said bad things about your job. I didn't mean it.” You pressed your lips to his, and he whimpered into your mouth, moving the dildo as he shifted for relief. “Do you need me to slow down? Are you still into this, baby?”

“Yes, I'm feeling good, Miss. Please, use me.” He looked so broken. “Use me.” This time he was truly begging.

“Can I use the toy just once? I'll use you afterwards, I promise, darling.” You stretched to kiss his brow. “I promise.”

He nodded, speechless, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he smelled the way his cologne changed as it mixed with your perspiration. It was more opulent and decadent, it became more exotic and dark, almost sweet.

“I wanna put the vibrations on max so I can press your ring to my clit and cum like that.”

He stretched to your mouth. “Please, do it.” He licked your jaw, his arms twitching. He would have grabbed your ass if he were free. He would have helped you grind on him, on the toy, on whatever.

You changed the setting quickly, feeling Namjoon exhale against you, slowly, his breath so cool on your burning skin. “I'm gonna cum again. I'm not sure I can fuck you after that, if that's what you were thinking.”

“You can,” you reassured him. “I'll give you a pause and fuck your face in the meantime.”

He cackled. “That's what I meant by 'use me'”. He groaned once you grabbed his cock, fixing its angle so that the knob of the ring rested on your clit perfectly. “Are we still power playing?”

You shook your head. “We're back to us if you want to.”

He nodded. “I want to.” You both hummed as you started undulating a little on him. Your tummy stroked his sex, the ring took care of your clit, your front adhered to his as you abandoned your body on top of his. “It was fun. But extenuating. I miss my daddy.” You kissed his neck, nipping at it very lightly.

“Daddy's always here, Vixen. Always yours.” He recognised your approaching high. Maybe you would be faster than him and—

There. You were done. Your thighs tightened all of a sudden, your body tensed for maybe five seconds before it all came loose. “Joonie,” you whined out, relief washing over you as you found the utmost pleasure. “Daddy,” you called, Namjoon fighting against the manacles restricting his wrists.

“I'm here, baby. I just need my wrists free, baby fox.”

You stayed loose and lazy for half a second before switching off the toy. Namjoon sighed in relief, your body once more abandoned against his. “Baby fox, free my wrists, please.”

You did as you were told, your hands skillfully operating without you even looking.

“Good girl,” he rewarded you as you undid the first cuff. He stayed still until they both plopped onto the comfy pillow of the armchair. “Get off that toy, babylove. Now.”

You lifted high enough for him to remove the dildo from inside you.

“I told you I would destroy you once you'd free me. Am I correct?”

You looked up at him. And there it was, that little cocky grin. “You said you would spank me.”

“I did not. I let you believe it.”

You faked outrage as you unglued yourself from him and stared. “Unfair!”

He pulled you closer and slid inside you, almost impaling you. “Fuck!” you squeaked before he grabbed your face.

“What?”

“Fuck,” you spat out. “Me,” you added, a look of challenge in your face.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and next thing you knew, your back was pressed to the wall, his hot chest against yours. “Hold on tight.”

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r0-boat · 3 years ago

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Yo, it's Dom!Reader Anon again. Currently i've been writing a fic for Broker!MC. its coming along slowly, but i'm having fun with it! I wanted to share a small bit i had written up, so I hope u enjoy this nearly 3000 word thing i typed up while on sleep medicine haha. --- "I knew I shouldn't have come to this party. I knew I shouldn't and I did it anyway. Mew isn't going to let me live this down for weeks..." you mumbled under your breath, ducking from room to room. Things had been getting boring lately. There's only so much you can do as the most powerful person on the planet when you had to hide your identity all the time. Hardly anyone had requested your service as of late, so what better way to solve your boredom, than to go to a party in another region? It wouldn't be the first time you ventured out to attend an event, of course. You had attended many different parties over the years, with many different faces and personas. They were prime places to gather information and opinions of the public. This, however, was a mistake. You had been so bored. It had been months since you had left your little island abode, so you decided it was time to venture out once again before you grew too antsy. At first, you hadn't been sure which region to visit, that is, until you heard about a big party being hosted in Hoenn. A party being hosted by none other than Champion Steven Stone. A masquerade party, to be exact. One open to all trainers across the region. You practically salivated at the mouth when you heard this little tid-bit of news. A mask themed party, held by none other than one of your best customers? It was as if a goldmine for entertainment had fallen right into your lap! Mew, however, wasn't convinced it was a good idea. Sure, Steven may not have been the most intimidating leader when it came to organized crime, but he still held a lot of influence across the globe. Therefore, he had a lot of connections. He also had his hand in a lot of companies across the globe. There were bound to be a lot of people at this party. Overall, you may have been one of the biggest names in the underground, but that didn't mean you were untouchable. With there being so many people at this party, there was always a chance something could go wrong. You had many different means of escaping a party, of course. From teleporting Pokemon, to your own experience in fist fighting and free running. But Mew wasn't convinced. They had a weird feeling about this party. However, despite Mew's warnings, you decided to go ahead and go. All trainers across Hoenn, and even the globe, to an extent, were invited. It was too good of an opportunity to pass by, and you couldn't just send a Pokemon in to gather info with how big this ball was gonna be. So, you ordered a very basic masquerade mask. A simple black one with a few ornate designs in white across it that covered the top of your face. A mask to go well with your simple black outfit. Of course, you also brought several Pokemon with you. Pokemon to be on your 'trainer team', and a few Pokemon to protect you, and gather information while you enjoyed yourself. When the day of the party arrived, you were no longer Z, boogeyman of the Underground. Today, you were simply your average trainer looking for fun at a big party! Your arrival to Hoenn had been easy, your Pokemon making the trip as quick as a snap of your fingers. Finding the party had been just as easy. A large building that had been rented out for the event, with tons of masked people entering and leaving the building. It was hard to miss. Quickly, you had gotten to work. Taking to a fish in water, you wore your 'Bright eyed and bushy tailed' trainer persona. Being an eager little trainer made it easy to slip into conversation. When you seemed like fresh meat, everyone wanted to teach you something, or show off something they knew. Especially if you played dumb and got things wrong. People loved correcting others. Slip in a little praise to boost their ego, and bingo! You could practically bring up any

topic without hardly any suspicion. The party was going well into the night, and you had managed to talk to a decent amount of people, not wanting to get too involved. Had to do this just right after all. Talk to too many people, you could turn some heads. This wasn't your first rodeo though, so you had this night in the bag. Or so you had thought. It was getting late, sometime past 10 pm. You were beginning to finish up for the night, having gathered a decent amount of info. That's when you saw him. As it turns out, Steven must have invited all the champions from the other regions, because you were now talking to fucking Lance of all people. Sure, he had a mask on, but you knew too much of this man not to recognize him. From how tall he was, to his dark red hair and deep voice, it was without a doubt, the Kanto Champion. You had accidentally bumped into him at the food table, having paid more attention to the food than the area around you. Rookie mistake. Now here he was, asking about you. Your name, favorite Pokemon, what you did in Hoenn for a living. Regular small talk. You fed him lies with ease, of course, just like you had to everyone else here. However, a champion being so close to you, without your normal get up made you quite nervous. You hadn't even seen Steven this whole time, someone you were prepared to at least say hello and lie to. But no, you had to be blindsided by another champion. You clutched your glass of wine as you flashed Lance another smile. For some reason, he seemed rather taken with you, or at least seemed attracted to your trainer persona. He just wouldn't. Stop. Talking. You had only seen him act this way around your Broker persona. He always seemed eager to please you. You wondered what it was about you he seemed to like, seeing as he didn't act like this to others. You eventually decided you had enough. As much as this was a golden opportunity to talk to Lance with his guard down, you needed to leave. You were mentally and physically exhausted, and very much wanted a nap. Plus, your nerves were completely shot. Not to mention, the champion was asking a lot of questions. You could only answer so many before things started to look suspiciously off. Giving Lance another smile, you made an excuse in needing the restroom. Easily believing your lie, Lance offered to hold your drink for you as you left. What a gentleman. Ha. That's what led up to now. You desperately ducked from room to room, trying to find an empty area in which you could have your Pokemon teleport you out. Of course, Steven had to host such a large party that practically every room was occupied. Grumbling under your breath, you entered another room, and froze. In the room was none other than Steven Stone himself. He was talking to some masked stranger, presumably about business. When you entered the room, however, all talking had stopped. "Ah! Sorry, I was just looking for the restroom!" You quickly lied, attempting to back out. Steven turned towards you, and gave you a smile. "Oh, that's quite alright! You seem lost, do you need some assistance?" he asked you. Thinking quickly, you brought your hands up, shaking them as you shook your head. "Oh no, It's okay, I don't wish to interrupt!" you exclaimed, backing up towards the door. Clapping his hands together, Steven shot you a warm smile. "Nonsense! We were just finishing up here!" He then turned to his associate. You cursed your luck. "Shall we continue this next week?" Setting a time and date with the stranger, he turned back to you as his friend left the room. "Now then, may I have your name?" he innocently asked. You bit your cheek, before giving him one you had tossed around all night. Steven repeated it out loud, almost testing it on his tongue. "A lovely name you have! Now tell me," he began, and walked over to you, and leaned in close. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing wandering around where you shouldn't be?" he asked, gripping your chin in his hand, and tilting your head up. Your eyes widened at the

question. "What?" Steven laughed, and tightened his grip ever so slightly. "Don't act so naive. The restrooms are right next to the main hall, not this far into the building." he casually explained. "Now, what could a little trainer like you have been looking for?" he asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Slowly, you felt him back you into a wall, his grip never loosening. "I mean it! I was just looking for the restroom!" you pleaded, sweat beginning to form. This wasn't good. Steven's eyes narrowed, and he slammed a hand against the wall behind you, causing you to jump. "Don't lie to me. It's obvious." he demanded, all friendliness in his voice now gone. "It's Lance, isn't it? I saw you talking with him earlier. You two seemed rather close. Were you hoping to find something useful here in the rest of the building? Or were you here hoping to glean some information for his precious gang?" he asked. You stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he really think you were one of Lance's lackeys? Were they really on that bad of terms if he was this suspicious of you from just talking to the Kanto Champion? Why did he invite the other champion then? Questions quickly raced through your mind as you tried to piece everything together, nearly forgetting Steven until he spoke once more. "I watched you all night, you know." Steven stated, taking in your silence. That got your attention. Steven had been watching you? You know you felt eyes on you all night, but you had assumed it had been Lance... "Talking to all those trainers, giving them innocent smiles when asking all those questions. What's Lance after, huh? Does he really think I'm that weak that he can have his pretty little trainer walk in and ask whatever they want?" You were speechless. Were you really this rusty at scouting out a party? This damn mafia boss had managed to watch you the whole time without you being none the wiser to his presence? Steven didn't take your silence well, and gripped your throat tight with the hand that had held your chin. Instinctively, you reached up to try and pry his hand away, wincing at the grip. Steven punched the wall next to your head. "Answer me!" he demanded, his grip loosening just enough for you to respond. You sighed, and felt annoyance bubble up in your chest. You wouldn't be able to talk your way out of this one, not with how riled up Steven was. In an instant, your face dropped from fear, to pure annoyance. Steven almost seemed surprised at the action, before squeezing your neck ever so slightly. "I suggest you let go." you told him, feeling the room's temperature drop around you. Steven scoffed. "Oh? Don't act so tough. No one is here but us. Don't even bother reaching for your Pokemon either. I'll break your neck before you reach them." He threatened. You smirked back at him. "Are you sure about that? Would you like to bet on it?" you taunted. In that moment, you felt Steven's grip falter. The tension in the room, the temperature dropping, and your confidence putting him on edge. "What do you-" he began, before he was ripped away from you. Steven yelled in surprise as he was thrown against the wall. Feeling the air rush back into your lungs, you rubbed your neck with a bitter look on your face. "W-What the!? What is this!?" Steven cried out next to you, and you dusted yourself off before facing him. Pinned to the wall next to you, was Steven Stone, Darkrai gripping him tightly with his arms. Feeling all bits of your trainer persona drip away, you felt a wild grin form on your face. "Tsk tsk, did your father ever teach you manners? Didn't you ever learn not to threaten business partners?" you asked, circling the man, who's face only grew paler with each word. Steven took a moment to work up the courage to talk. "Business partners? Listen, I know Lance has been asking a lot lately-" he tried to ramble, but you cut him off. "I'm not one of Lance's little lackeys." You said with a slight growl. You worked alone. Steven's eyebrows rose in confusion. "Then, who...?" he asked weakly, Darkrai's

presence already effecting him deeply. You shook your head. "C'mon, Stone. Don't tell me you don't recognize your favorite business partner. After all..." you spoke, letting fake sadness drip from your voice. Walking up, you passed Darkrai, and gently placed a hand on his cheek. "You asked me to help secure your place as top dog in Hoenn. Did I not succeed?" you teased with a smile. Steven's eyes widened, and you could practically hear the gears turn in his head. "No... It couldn't possibly... Z...?" he asked weakly, eyes wide and unfocused. You patted his cheek, before spinning around, waving a hand. "Ding ding ding! Correct!" you said, turning to face him while clapping your hands. "Now tell me, Stone. How does it feel to be the first one to ever see the real me? Know what half my face looks like? What my voice sounds like?" you asked, enjoying the look of wonder and fear on his face. His answer, however, slightly surprised you. "You're gorgeous!" he said with such certainty, it threw you off a little bit. You took a moment to get a good look at him. His face, once pale, was bright red, and his breathing had picked up immensely. His eyes were still wide, but were completely blown as he took in your figure. He wasn't lying. With a 'hmph', you waved his compliment off. "Flattery will get you nowhere." Steven shook his head. "I mean it! You look gorgeous! I knew you were powerful, but seeing you like this-wow! The power, the grace, it's amazing!" he practically rambled to you. You simply raised a brow. Shaking your head, you frowned. "Save it. As interesting as your compliments are, you won't remember this later anyway." Steven tried to struggle, only for Darkrai to tighten his grip. "Wait! We can work something out, right? Anything you want, I can give it! We can make a deal!" Steven pleaded with you. Honestly, it was almost cute. Going from him threatening your life, to practically begging you for an out. As cute as it was, it wouldn't last. You couldn't let anyone get away with having seen too much of your real face, even if it was obscured. Slowly, you walked towards him, Steven hadn't stopped pleading for you to let him be. You thought he was simply begging for his life and memories. It was partially true, but not for the reasons you thought. Steven thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. He had watched you all night, hidden away from the crowd. He had been terribly upset at first when he saw Lance talking with you. Figures someone who catches his eyes would be with a rival group. After he had seen you with Lance, he had to leave, and happened upon an associate to talk to and clear his head. But now? Now that he knew who you were? He was one of the only people to have ever seen you in person? Ever heard your real voice? Steven was blown away, almost convinced this was a dream, only the painful grip your Darkrai had on him kept him grounded. You were already gorgeous, but now? The power and confidence you wielded? The elegance as you stalked around him like a predator, him happily your prey? It was intoxicating. He couldn't let this slip past. He could care less about knowing your actual identity. He didn't want this moment to be forgotten. However, after a pause, you turned to face him, and pulled out a pokeball. Your eyes seemingly glowed in the poorly lit room. "Mr. Stone, It was nice having this chat with you. Who knows? Maybe we'll do some business again in the future." You spoke, your voice cold like ice, but your expression almost seemed gleeful. Throwing the pokeball, a Hypno appeared, and slowly began walking towards Steven, who began trying to thrash in Darkrai's grip. "Wait, I mean it! Anything I have, it's yours!" he begged, eyes widening as Hypno drew closer. You simply tsked at his efforts. "Oh Steven, I already have everything I could ever need." Glancing to your Hypno, you gestured towards the pleading champion. "You know what to do." Steven didn't even have time to scream before Hypno put him under his trance, and began

locking his memories. You sighed, and had Darkrai drop a now-unconscious Steven. "What a mess... Let's go home." you ordered, not giving the unconscious man a second glance. You needed a nap. ---. Steven later woke up on the floor with a massive headache. The whole night was a blur, however... He was missing something. Something important. He recognized this feeling. The feeling of someone having messed with his head. He was furious, of course. No one messed with his memories and got away with it. Although Steven didn't know why, he felt desperate. He needed to find a Pokemon to sort through his head. Whatever he was missing, made his chest flutter and his stomach twist. Whatever memories were taken from him were important. He could feel it.

Yes some love for mob Steven!

I've been low-key rooting for him because he's the underdog of the AU.

Steven Stone has a lot of money and lots of money is usually means very dangerous also probably having the largest share in technology of the Pokemon world. And he's sexy like hello?!

Hdjeo

Mob!steven:* gives MC a rock*

Mc: tf is this?

Steven: it's Mewnium Z please marry me!!

#ro.chatting #steven stone.thirst #pokemon champion mob boss au #mob boss mc

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