#iii’s new look is fucking drool worthy

[stonedstargazer666]

More pics anyone??? Of course credit to the original owners

Gods they have been feeding us so well this tour

[raccoonfallsharder]

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

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girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon back to main masterlist.

so many amazing sweet wonderful readers have drawn fanart of this fic??? ♡♡♡♡♡ jolie is written without much physical description so you can imagine whatever you want but if you'd like to see how i and others imagine her, i've linked them below. thank you for being the absolute sweetest.

jolie's painting of rocket by @hibataao3 makes me cry every time i look at it

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

adorable jolie sketches by @moonnpiie that truly capture what i mean when i describe jo as having “everywhere-hair.” plus her lil art-glove! (and a really cute rocket)

the cutest jo by @frostedwitch in her chapter xxvii sweatshirt. she is so cute with such shiny eyes and cute freckles and i love her so so so much! ♡♡♡

this shiny-haired jo by @miinsie! i love her hair so much in this one - it almost looks iridescent. i swoon. thank you for taking the time to read and to share this lovely interpretation of jolie with me!

and here are my jolie character concepts (complete full-color illo & rough doodles) and an illustration of one of my fave scenes from window ♡

✧･ﾟ:*collects Chapters I-XXVII (below the cut) & a holiday special && a silly epilogue spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be .in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. ✩ in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy just keeps spinning.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~ discreetly ~ claims the title of boyfriend.

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. in which both of our heroes learn a little about themselves. ❤︎

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. in which old friends are reunited. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. in which our heroes finally get what they deserve.❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ a holiday special ✩

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short, silly fluff.

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[michiieewrites]

Shigaraki - Love You For Everything I Hate You For (fic)

A/N: Well damn… Crusty man gave me some feels these days, so have this smut-filled fic, ya filthy animals!

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The rain came down pouring like a waterfall. Heavy and accompanied by the loud thunder. Rain soaking through ones clothes, only to grip them tightly with their ghostly cold fingers. The smell of the earth and sea overpowering mingled scents of animals and humankind alike.

But the outside world could not reach you, no. Where the birds outside were clinging together in their small nests, you were engulfed by the warmth of your lover’s long limbs. Trapping you closely in his lap. Your legs wrapped around his torso, your hands bound together behind your back, your face buried in his neck. Warmth spread through your body as a result of your actions. The need to comply to his demands bigger than the need to beg for your own selfish wishes.

Tomura’s fingers speeding across the buttons on his controller. Concentration in his eyes and victory on his mind. He would stop at nothing to defeat this final boss. He had spent hours upon hours, trying to collect and level up all his rare armor items. Just so he could end this boss.

“Remember what I told you, you needy bitch,” he spoke directly in your ear, “you have to make me hard as fucking steel before I finish this guy off or else you won’t get anything stuffed inside that greedy cunt of yours.”

A pitiful whine left you. The sound reverberating against the damaged skin of his neck. Grinding your crotch deeper against him, hoping to create any type of friction for the two of you. For him, to get stimulated; for you, to find some sort of release. Both are easier said than done. ‘Cause when Tomura games, he barely acknowledges anything or anyone else. Meaning that getting him to fuck you was a near impossible task. His mind completely elsewhere.

The task he gave you nearly an hour and half ago was to get him stiff as a rod before his finishes his final battle. If you did, you would be rewarded by getting ravished beyond this world. If you failed, you would have to sit on this couch for the rest of the evening with a vibrator attached to your clit. Only problem was you are not allowed to cum. If you did cum, Father would get a new job besides shielding Tomura’s face.

“Come on, I thought you were desperate for my cock. I’m almost done with them. I know you can do better, my little whore.” His words somewhat degrading you, only fueled your resolve to complete your task.

Your hips rolling against the outline of his tip. Still only half hard, but with his size he already looked like he could split you in half. Whenever he would use your mouth, he always made sure to have you gagging and nearly choking you to death. And you loved every second of it.

The peaks of your naked nipples rub deliciously against his shirt. Your teeth seek out his earlobe, tugging hard at them while you let out a long moan. You had to step up your game as you were quickly running out of time. Digging your heels against his back you pulled him closer. With a little ‘pop’ you let go of his lobe.

“I am, I’m only hungry for your fat cock,” you groaned out.

Delirious need now runs through your veins as you think of the feeling of having him inside you. You have done worse, more humiliating things before just get him in bed. You didn’t mind, though. You know what he felt deep inside. Even if you were on your knees, sore from rubbing against the carpet, tears streaming your face, throat hoarse from screaming and gagging, and chest and face covered in cum. You were the only one worthy enough to blow his load on.

Stretching you arms a bit, your fingertips search. Slowly tracing the area beneath you. A hitch of breath from the player in front of you telling you they had found their target. Finger tips grazing the underside of his balls. Gently fondling them. A hardness forming against your thigh. And that’s when you strike.

Thumb and pointer finger pinching on his ball sack and give it a quick tug. The sound of the controller dropped behind you. A low groan coming from his lips. See, you weren’t the only one in this relationship who enjoyed a little well-intentioned pain.

Your vision changes in a flash. You eyes now directed at the ceiling above you. Thrown on the bed, the only view Tomura now had of you was a panting and bound mess. Hair spread around you, cheeks flushed, legs open wide.

“Look at you,” he says breathlessly, “haven’t even touched you and you’re already soaking the fucking bed. Thought you could probably get away with pinching my balls like that, huh?”

Leaving one pinky up, his hand comes down to smack the inside of your thigh. First the left one, then the right one.

“Although you did get what you wanted.”

You dare to sneak a little peak at him. The onslaught on your thighs continue. Tomura slightly hunched over to get a good look at your pussy. The tent in his boxers telling you he’s enjoying this as much as you are. His hand coming closer to your heat, still slapping your skin a delicious cherry pink. Spots of blue slowly forming, only making you even wetter.

“Can’t even let me play my game without wanting me to fuck you, pathetic slut.”

The smacking and his words bring tears to your eyes. And he was right. The poor man can’t even play a nice afternoon of Diablo III without you trying to suck him off. Your desire for him just to heavy to bear. The only remedy was getting your brains get fucked out of you.

“Answer me, slut!”

“Yes, yes, you’re right. I’m a pathetic slut! Please, I need it, Tomura, I need- Ah ah aaahaa!”

Your breath hitches in your throat. His hand finally came down where you needed it. The walls of your pussy squeezing around nothing. Lungs sucking back oxygen, but only momentarily. A hand wrapping around your throat, preventing your body from getting the air it needs. Mouth falling open, you can only give in to the feeling of pleasure you’re about to experience.

A little further down the bed you can hear Tomura shuffle around, probably taking off his boxers. When his face comes into your view, you can already feel the heaviness of his cock resting atop your stomach. His balls rub against your clit and you try to chase the movement. But that only earns you a long pinch on your nipple with his free hand. Your eyes focus back on his face and see a devious grin.

“If you wanna act like a cum hungry bitch, then fine. I’ll fucking breed you and I won’t stop ‘til I say we’re done,” He spat out.

Hoarse and whimpering, you strain your voice: “Yesyesyesyes, please Tomu, ye-e-ee-es.”

He aligns himself at your entrance while coating his dick with your overflowing juices. From all he’s done to you before, the moment he slips in there isn’t any resistance. Walls greedily suck him closer and closer, until he bottoms out. One hand still on your throat, the other pushing back your legs into a mating press, he takes a moment to collect himself. His fingers slightly ease up on your airway before pressing down again. Sure, he loves choke play, but he has no interest in fucking you when you’re unconscious.

“Greedy, greedy little cunt I’ve found myself in,” he pants out.

Drawing back slowly, only to slam back in hard. Setting up a brutal pace, not caring about slowing down any time soon. He leans his weight onto you, his hot breath fanning across your drooling face. Small little whimpers are drowned out by the sound of his hips slamming into yours. His eyes never leave your face, wanting to see every tiny detail as he takes total control over your body. How you tongue lulls to the side of your mouth, your drool smeared across your cheek, your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes roll back.

He loves it. He revels in the feeling of having you beneath him at his complete mercy. Seeing sides of you no one else ever sees. And they won’t. He’ll make sure of that. Only he is allowed to see your pretty face twisted in the throws of pleasure. Only he can touch you like that. Him and him alone.

Feeling your walls contracting, trapping him like a vice. He can feel the head of his cock slam up against the spongy part that leaves you speechless every single time. He swears he’s in heaven. Fucking the love of his life, his perfect little cum whore, within an inch of her life. The feeling of dominance it gives him is addicting. Your body is addicting. You are addicting. And he’ll be damned if he ever has to part from you.

“Think you’ve earned it to be filled with my seed,” he barely manages to get out.

You don’t respond. You can’t. All you can do is try to do is follow his cock as he uses you like cocksleeve. Wrapped around him forever.

“Fucking right, you’ve earned it. My good girl, spread open just for me… Take it, take what I allow you to have.”

The words of small praise and demand send you over the ledge. Falling in a white, blinding bliss of euphoria as his hand releases your throat. Your lungs filling with air as you’re cumming on Tomura’s cock. Your cunt sucking him deeper and deeper ‘til he can’t move anymore. He ruts against your soaking wet hole to chase his own release.

His hands grip the back of your knees. Leaving bruises in their place as he fills you up with his seed, all the way to the brim before it spills back out of you. Chants of your name spill out his mouth like it’s the only thing he can remember.

Slowing down and regaining his breath, he pulls out of you. Strings of mixed juices still connecting you two. As he lays down, he rolls you on your side to unbind your wrists. Throwing away the panties he used to tie you with, he pulls you against him.

With sleep at the forefront of your mind, you hug him lazily. The beating of Tomura’s heart slowing down aswell, as sleep tries to overtake him. With a fond smile on his smile and you in his arms, he allows himself to drift off.

Two bodies, joined together as they lay with the sound of the ending rain.

Tagged: @reinawritesbnha @thots4daze @aizawascumslut @hipster-merchant-of-death

[outlawnurse]

He Insists - Chapter I

A RDR2 Modern AU Written by: @ninja-nurse, Inspired by: @heart-of-gold-outlaw, and with special thanks to @ceruleanchillin

Warning: Language, Violence, Spoilers

Introduction | Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

Hosea hopped down from the wagon, helping the two girl's down. "Thank you, Mr. Matthews."  Caitlin said. "Of course."  He put his arm out, "This way." "Where are we?" "It's called Horseshoe Overlook."  Hosea said. "Are we still in West Elizabeth?"  Sophia asked. "They call this The Heartlands.  You're in New Hanover, Ladies." "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."  Caitlin looked around. Sophia shook her head, slowly, not sure what to make of the place. "Well, well, well."  The man walked over, "What do we have here?" Dutch cleared his throat, "They're going to be staying with us for a while.  This is Caitlin and her sister Sophia.  Ladies, this is Micah Bell." "It's always a pleasure to meet beautiful women."  He grabbed the woman's hand, bringing it to his lips. The woman jerked her arm back, stepping back suddenly, bumping into the man behind her, gasping, turning to face him. Arthur caught her, putting his hands on her shoulders, moving her to stand beside him, "You're alright, girl.  This one's bark is worse than his bite." "You say that now."  She mumbled under her breath. "She's a bit high strung, that one, isn't she?"  Micah laughed. "It seems to me like hatred for you transcends generations, Micah."  Arthur scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means if I'd been here, you'd still be sitting in that jail in Strawberry."  Caitlin snapped, standing just behind Arthur, as if he were a shield. They all looked at her. "I think I'm gonna like this one."  Arthur snickered, turning to look at her. "How did you know about that?"  Micah snarled. Sophia shot a look of discontent at Caitlin, who mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' "Who are these girls?"  Micah asked, glaring at the woman. "We'll get to introductions shortly."  Dutch ushered them to his tent, "Miss Grimshaw, can I have a moment of your time?" "Of course, Dutch."  She walked over. "Mr. Morgan, can you fetch Mr. Marston?" "With pleasure."  He nodded. To say that the members of the Van der Linde crew were bewildered after being introduced to the two women was an understatement.  John seemed almost distraught by the girl's presence, while Abigail wanted nothing more than to get to know the woman.  To her, they were a symbol of hope.  They were a sign that everything would work out for them.  John, while struggling to comprehend what was happening, decided that family was family, and accepted the girls.  

A tent was put up that the two would share.  They were given clothes and basic supplies.  In an effort to make the two of you comfortable, Dutch planned a welcome party for that night.  Charles and Bill had brought back two deer from their hunting trip.  Sadie helped Pearson prepare food for everyone, and there was plenty of alcohol to go around.

Sophia whispered to Caitlin, as they changed in their tent, "Can you please try to turn back on your filter?" "What?" "You can't just go shooting off your mouth with these guys."  Sophia snapped, "Did you see the look on Micah's face when you threatened him?  He looked like he was going to shoot you in the face." "First of all, I didn't threaten him.  Second of all, he wouldn't dare."  Caitlin pulled the skirt on, "Arthur Morgan is looking for a reason to end him.  I'd be happy to give him one." "This isn't a joke."  Sophia seemed genuinely worried, "You romanticize our family's history, but they're criminals.  Their jobs are literally to rob and kill people.  You know what Micah did to the people he supposedly cared about.  Do you think he'll hesitate to kill you?" "I don't romanticize anything.  I know, probably better than you, who I'm dealing with." "You can't save them." "I'm not trying to." "You are.  It's what you do, Cait.  You try to save people.  It's why to became a nurse.  You know the fate of almost every person out there, and you want to save them.  You need to let history happen.  There are just some things you can't fix.  You can't interfere." "We already have, Soph." She looked at her. "As incredibly detailed as Arthur journal is, never once did he mention two time traveling great great granddaughters of John Marston.  I'd say that's journal worthy wouldn't you?" Sophia sighed, "Just... be cool, ok?" "Fine." "...and here... take this."  She handed her a handkerchief. "What's this for?" "Because you drool every time you mention his name." "Shut up." "It's unhealthy." "When in Rome, bitch."  She tucked the piece of cloth into her dress pocket. "Don't..." "What?" "You have a crush on a man because of his diary, which, I should add, was written a hundred and some years before you were even born." "Don't you judge me!"  She squint her eyes at the woman, "You see what he looks like." "He's fucking terrifying."  She said, "He literally drew a gun on you not even six hours ago!" "Well," she waved her off, "he didn't know who we were." Sophia shook her head, "That dress looks nice on you by the way." "Thank you."  She posed, "You look nice too." "Thanks!"  She twirled in the skirt. Cait smirked, "I bet old Artie's amazing in..." "Don't say it!"  Sophia covered her ears, quickly, "For the love of God, don't say it!" Caitlin laughed. "You're not going to sleep with the one hundred and fifty five year old outlaw." "I'm pretty sure he's like thirty-six." Sophia just made a face, "You're going to end up with syphilis." "That's a risk I'm willing to take." "You're such a whore."  Sophia laughed. Caitlin shrugged her off, "That's what antibiotics are for." "...and when were antibiotics created, Nurse Cait?" "Nineteen twenty four?" "...and what year is it now?" "Eighteen ninety... Oooooh." She nodded, "Syphilis." Caitlin laughed. "Are you ready?"  Sophia asked. "Yeah." "Remember ... be normal until we can figure out how to get home." "Normal.  Got it." "No threatening Micah." "No threatening Micah."  Cait repeated. "No getting syphilis from Arthur." Cait just laughed. "Say it." "He doesn't have syphilis." Sophia put her hands on her hips. "Fine.  No getting syphilis from Arthur."  She made a face. "Be. Normal." She put her hands up, in defeat, "I'll be on my best behavior, Mom." "Good."  Sophia pointed at her, leaving the tent. Many of the group sat around the camp fire, chatting and laughing, while Javier played his guitar.  Some of the men sat at the table playing poker, drinking and smoking.  Caitlin was silent, taking everything in, as she was far more socially awkward than she let on, despite her earlier interactions.  Sophia chat with a few of the girls as she sat at the fire.

"Are you ok?"  John sat beside the woman. She nodded, "I'm just, umm, overwhelmed, ya know?" "I imagine this is a lot for you." "I might also ... still be a little hung over from last night." He chuckled, lifting a bottle of whiskey, "I can help with that!" She took a drink from the bottle. He raised his eyebrows, "Oh..." She lowered the bottle, touching her fingers to her lips, wiping off the excess, as she swallowed, "I'm sorry." He laughed, "You must be my blood." She chuckled, as he took a drink, handing it back to her, "You know, whenever the family gets together, they tell stories of you and the Van der Linde Gang, and Jack ... The family talks about it often." "Yeah?" "Yeah."  She smiled, taking another drink of the whiskey, "I feel like I know everyone here, but I also... I don't." He looked at her. "The stories made you all so real, but I never imagined being here... with you... being able to touch you.  I get a real chance to get to know you.  It's so surreal." He smiled at her. "As overwhelming as this is for us, though, I can't imagine how weird it must be for you guys." He scratched his head, "It's... something alright." She took another drink from the bottle, before handing it to John. "Did you ever get to meet Jack?" She shook her head, seeing the boy sleeping, in Abigail's lap, "He passed before I was born." He looked sad, "I know you can't tell us anything, but...  Does it all work out?" She looked at him for a minute, not sure what to say.  She looked at the fresh scarring on his face.  She realized for the first time how much her own father looked like him, "Well, I mean, you have a direct bloodline a hundred years from now, so I mean...  It couldn't have been all bad, right?" "I'll take that."  He nodded.

Caitlin looked up to see Sophia laughing with Abigail and the girls.  She knew that at any moment, all of this would be ripped from her.  She looked toward the table, where Arthur played poker with Dutch, Hosea, and Sean.  The man held his cigarette loosely between his lips, as he placed his bet.  His gaze shifted toward the fire, making eye contact with the woman.  She smiled, nodding to him.  He removed the cigarette, nodding back to her.

"Hello?"  John waved his hand in front of the woman's face. She startled, looking back at him, "What?" "I asked if you missed home." "Honestly, I want to stay here as long as I can." He nodded, finishing the whiskey, "Well, we're happy to have you for as long as we can." She smiled.

To Be Continued............