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mihwee · 2 years ago

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hi! hope youre doing well~ ^^ first time asking from you, so sorry if it seems kinda awkward ;; could i possibly ask for a nsfw alphabet with gn reader and tartaglia/childe from genshin impact if youre up for it?

dont stress, take care of yourself!

hi stink, i can finally do this again since im starting to post daily 💀 after this ill do a TVIDTD (the villainess is destinied to die) nsfw hc 🔥

The Harbinger's алфавит

sys/Content: NSFW ABC. childe gets fcked 🔥

WARNING: nsfw duh, mention of bloodplay, clits nd cocks, but no specified gender

MINORS UNDER 13 DNI IN GEN. MINORS UNDER 16 DO NOT REQ.

GN READER / drabbles enjoy (+ im trying to find my blog aesthetic holy fuckk ) also, reader described as traveler or comrade yeh yeh

A: Aftercare

Let say, Childe is a sweet person. Whether its you who fucked the life out of him or vice versa, He was a person that lacked love and support from the beginning. But even so, with his playfull personality, i think he'll guarantee the best cuddles afterwards. Giving things he never received type of stuff. But ofcourse~ he'll love it more when you take care of him. (Even if hes fully capable of doing it himself lmao)

"How sweet of you y/n, How about you come a little closer."

B: bodypart :: which part do they mwa mwa the most

Your hair maybe. He likes taking little swifts of your scent every now and then, and especially your perfume, your shampoo... so he knows What type of perfumes you like. (So he can buy u them~) If were talking about Things He'd want To lick, suck and maybe gobble up... Thats up to your imagination.

"Oh, how can i just choose one comrade?"

C: Cum :: does they love cum, hate cum etc

Childe loves the feeling the he pleased you so much, (as usual.) He would usually lick up all your release, Letting the unusual flavor slide down his throat. A feeling that he cant buy again no matter how much money he gives.

"C'mon. Dont be a Loser, round two!"

D: Dirty Secret

Heavy Masochist. Honestly, hes a mix of both. He feels the thrill of fighting, the possbility of losing excites him the most. So it woudnt be a suprise if he likes getting a spank or two. Maybe a couple fingers inside, four? Pfft. Not a problem. you can choose which hole, He woudnt mind.

"A-ahh.. you can keep going, right there."

E: Experience :: how many cocks have childe took up his ass? Only time would tell

In terms of flirtiness, fuck hes a veteran. Before he met you, it was a usual ocassion that he slept with a couple women there and there. yet, never filling that void deep inside his heart. (oo~ emo.) You can enrust him he knows what hes doing, and exactly knowing how to send you over the edge.

"Mmh, close already? Want me to keep going?"

F: Favourite position

Missonary, Mating press, lotus position etc... he loves seeing your expression, your face. So its no wonder he likes these types of positions. Whether your biting your lip in pleasure as you pound into him, Or pool drooling onto your shirt as he bended your leg over. Fucking you to the fullest

"dont hide your face from me."

G: goofiness (he cant contain the silliness 😢) :: how silly are they in the sheets

Is he more humourous during sex? Not really. Well ofcourse he is on a normal day, Just not when you both are going feral on eachother. he particualarly likes being a little more serious on how he can make you orgasam. But sometimes, like for example: when you both accidentally broke the legs of the bed you were fuckin' on

He'd definetly let out a laugh or two lmaoo

"Get up~ we arent done yet."

H: Hair ::

Id say hes pretty well trimmed (if were talking ab pubes) not too much. Neither alot, Musk makes up for alot of aspects in sex you know? Plus hes busy killing people, itd be a waste to shave it all off anyway LMAO, + if its YOU were talking about, He doesnt give a fuck lol, a Poles a pole, and a holes a hole. You know the sayings

"H-hey! What are you pulling on? ......Nevermind." *💀💀

i: Intimacy :: careless whisper in the background~ how romantic are they?

Id say hes quite the rough-romantic? Always either wanting to get spanked or slapped, or gripping onto your hips and shoulders. Whispering words of "I know you love this." And all that. I guess he likes complimenting himself by a ton, and your groans seem to fuel his desire up even more.

"Let me hear you. Show me how much you want to fuck me."

J: Jack off :

He doesent really jack off most of the time, too busy doing missions, too busy getting commanded to kill this, kill that, do this. But when he gets the chance to do so, the only thing that'll ever come to mind is you roaming your hands all over his body. Pitifully bc he only jerks off when hes far away from u, doing missions as said earlier.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n* —very breathless manner... wow~

K: kink :: Name atleast one of their kinks!

Getting tied up, or tying someone up, restriction of someones movements, letting him do whatever he wants with them is quite the taboo thing he inherited from his fellow harbingers. It excites him more, for every sensation is doubled.

"Don't worry y/n,, i wont bite... unless.. you want me to."

L: location :: where do u two do the devils tango more frequently?

The classic bed or some hidden alleyway in the city of liyue. Childe is quite rowdy in the bedroom, as much as his personality guarantees. —He'd probbably be moaning in pleasure, your fingers knuckle deep inside his ass as some random kid checked up 'why is there a stray cat meowing sm?' LMFAOO

M: motivation :: How long does he last? minute boy or hour man? You get the lines.

I shoudve set this to L as libido. But~ childe is very determined. Hes a man known for his incredulous stamina, and his reputation for lasting upon hours and hours, AND best believe Your gonna walk away with limp legs or a broken voice. Nothing in between.

"Your already so needy Y/N~ why waste the time? Another round."

N: NO (helll noooo) : turn off or icks

Non-consensual. It stems from his childhood, from getting forced to do things he doesnt like. Or, knowing how to fight for his life at the mere age of 14 was something he never asked for as a defenseless child. As much as he likes to spice things up in the bedroom, CNC gives him quite the ick.

"I... i think ill pass on that Traveler."

O: oral

Definetly giving, He likes to draw out some of your cute moans As he sucks you off, Or lick your clit. Holding onto your thighs or thick shaft as he lowers his head onto your crotch. Making u groan his name in pleasure.

"Mmgh,Nngh. Do you like this y/n? "

P: Pace ;; how fast the plap plap

Depending, he usually starts from slow then it grows quicker by the time you both chase for release. In a particualary good morning, he'd rather thrust in your tight hole as he whispers sweet nothings, —or in a bad evening, Riding out your lenght till it cant even produce a drop of cum.

"Fuck,fuck... im close.. im.—h-hah..."

Q: quickie

It like a everyday thing for the two of you. In some quiet boutiques Changing room? Why not? In some discreet alleyway fucking like some kind of animals? Casual. A quick fuck woudnt hurt in the eyes of tartaglia, considering hes always on the move.

"Come on...anywhere would be good Y/n...."

R: risk

S: stamina ;; how long the plap plap

Speaking of quickie... he loves risks. He loves the feeling of your hand onto his mouth as your ride/fuck the shit out of him. he grows even more harder when you tell him to keep quiet. Honestly, hes just really up for anything.

"Shit... they c-can see us.."

T: toy ;; do they use brr?

Stamina and pace is very different, as always— it depends. Childe can last for up to 8 hours with you AND a stack of bottled waters. And sometimes, he'd writhe under you, clawing your back as he came for litteraly the 5th time. Feeling like he cant take it anymore.

"Rougher..rougher..fuck, p-please.."

U: unfair :: how much dey like to tease frr

Ofcourse. A wide selection of cuffs, Muzzles, Butt plugs, Everything, its mostly you who decided to buy them to use on childe.. with his money... ahen. But he doesnt pay any mind, He even finds it quite arousing...

"Dont turn it...up...h-hah...please.."

V: volume :: how loud this bitch

Very. Childe is MAXED out stats when it comes to teasing. Letting go of your shaft as you almost neared your climax, Or pulling out the moment you convulse around his dick. He teases so much, you feel like your about to punch him at any waiting moment.

"Woah woah.. so pumped up already?"

W: wild card ;; (wild headcanon, Wild scenario etc)

he freqently lets out rough growls, or slutty whimpers. And doesnt feel embarassed to let all his noises out. —Eitherways, it always feels like music to your ears.

"....D-Dont laugh at me..."

X: Xtreme

Ok. So, You heard that childe was rumoured to be quite the playboy in his motherland. Fucking women left and right, but never reaching his climax. And it seemed to intrigue you. Later that night.. you fuck him hard and count every time he orgasamed. Sucking him to the very last drop.

"I-it was the thing of the past! C-come on now... please...nngh.."

Y: Yearning ;; how much he misses u when ur out

Hm, It might sound unusual, but he loves bloodplay. He might hate most things like Vomiting, Or stool-play, Blood is no match, and one of the many factors that turned him on quite fucked up-ly. Get it? Nevermind. You dont need to dig into it...

"Tastes the best, Mmh."

I feel like ive written this, Hm. But, He feels quite the slump whenever your not around. Even sfter his missions with the fatui, his energy quite drained whenever your not there, and hugging some random pillow in your house. (That he sneaked into when your away lol)

"When will y/n arrive... Haahh..."

Z: ZZZ :: after zex... do mimimi right away?

Not really. When he feels holding up a little, he loved to stare at you dearingly. Watching your chest rise up and down as you breathed softly, and the way your hair framed your face as you slept after a pretty hard session. Keepying you protected under his watch.

"How cute, Traveler."

I put some explanation for some Letters, bc ik some of us dumb as shit like me who dont get it right away unless i read the desc myself

this also took awhile 💀 me and my friends 10hr swimming trip ended so im really dead tired (maybe id write more for some reqs if i get horny as fuck)

ALSO I HOPE U GUYS DIDNT SEE THE WAY MY EFFORT PLUMMELED TO THE GROUND..its night here in my country...

#childe #tartagalia #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfictions #fanfiction #fanfictions #top reader #gn reader #smut #genshin smut #mihwee🐈‍⬛

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mayonakano-archive · 2 years ago

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wooooah! full week of no school!! ive already broken down twice ✨

i sent you one of my trashy rave songs already, right? well here's another ♡! tashi mi yo ni

so very funny (to me) thing with this song is that my friend (emery) found it on spotify during quarantine, the full school year for which my entire high school spent 24/7 on 2-8 discord servers and were visibly listening to music on spotify every second of every day....so he's been looping this song for a couple days now and im like What the hell are you doing man are you okay and he goes This song is so addicting... and knowing me it probably took like a week of that to get me to actually give it a listen but.........hooooly shit he wasn't lying that song is addicting as all fuck so for the rest of the year he and i would have insanely long sessions of looping the song together and sometimes it would be funny bc i would be looping it and then check his spotify and coincidentally he was also looping it and it was a pointing spider man situation

But Anyway a huge part of the hypnotic appeal of this song to him and i personally is how it feels like the black sabbath from devilman or like cyberia from serial experiments lain- super comforting in a lose yourself way.....i loove love love this song still it will forever rock my heart

full week of no school, you say~? are you on break already? (i have two days next week and then i'm Free) but!! sending good vibes your way :)

this sounds familiar for some reason and i CANNOT place why for the life of me. it is very addictive tho. and god. that is fun. your school had a discord?????? we just had. google classroom meets. where the dark alley pope and his dark alley pole in his dark alley hole was spawned. (me and someone i don't even talk to anymore are all that remains of the dark alley squad </3) ANYWAY!

anyway it is. so fun. easy to lose yourself in. i enjoy it. OH IT REMINDS ME OF DO RE MI KATAMARI DO FROM KATAMARI FOREVER. that's what it reminds me of. which is weird since those two songs sound nothing alike. anywayanyway. good song thank u ems this will make its way into a playlist or two i think

#i like it...... you lose yourself in it a bit....... beloved #ems 🌹#leo.asks!

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secretsniper3 · 3 years ago

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Part 3: Well Hung

My Master was right to lock my pussy behind a wall of steel, I constantly woke up to find my hands caressing the fluid that would run around the belt, my need evident and throbbing clear to me but in my belt there was nothing I could do but roll over and go back to sleep. 8am, my usual routine is stopped right out the gate by my belt, clearly meant to skip it Im greeted by my Master in the doorway, I stand completely naked save the belt locked to my hips. He steps towards me and tell me to not bother getting dressed, and puts a latex hood over my head, my hair black now (did he dye my hair overnight?) pushing through the hood to form my ponytail as he laces me into my latex face. Arms placed behind my back im cuffed in place and a posture collar locked around my neck with a leash attached. Following the leash im led into the main hall of my Masters home and I see something new, something that wasnt there last night. My Master clearly worked through the night to complete this device, largest device Iv ever seen he takes me into the middle and unleashes me. Locking a chain to my posture collar more restraints are added all over my body, my upper and lower arms get binders locked on with chains, wrists too, Waist gets 1 and thighs, shins and ankles for their own. unlocking my hands from behind my back my Master steps back, marvelling at his work.

Holding a large remote he presses a button and all the slack in my chains vanish, held tight by the chains my actions are clearly not mine to decide. Spinning a dial Im lifted into the air 3 feet, and pivot forward, my arms move behind my back and meet elbow to elbow as my knees bend back and my feet meet my hands and Im amazing this device can pull you so smoothly. Stepping towards me and raising me up to meet his gaze my Master places his hand on my cheek and with a smile moves to remove my chastity belt, with my wet sex exposed to him, fluid running faster and harder with each passing second he takes a deep breath, savouring my scent as I try meekly to move my hands a little lower to cup my pussy. My Master simply puts a finger on my labia to draw a instant reaction from my body, a gasp and a moan follow as he rubs up and down my lips carefully with a smile on his face. My focus is broken by a knock at the door, my Master going to answer I see a woman standing there talking to my Master. She is a tall woman, the high heels helping with that, a long, black latex dress drapes down her slender thighs as she gazes over at me. Ruby red lips and beautiful blue hair running freely down her back, closing the door my Master leads the woman to me and says aloud, “this is the Slave i was telling you about.” the woman's eyes widen, her red lips part and my eyes are drawn to them as she speaks, “for how long can i play?” “how long are you in town for?” my Master responds with a chuckle.

Licking her lips making them shine flawlessly as my Master takes a seat infront of me, the woman circles around, like a bird of prey having found its next meal she scans my entire body with a hunger in her eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. A touch of her finger ends the shiver before it reaches my sex, all my focus is on that 1 finger, tracing its way over my limbs, seemingly scaring my flesh with its burning hot touch Im sure to melt no matter what this woman does, eyes flying to my Master as he sits with a drink in hand with his eyes glued to mine. My pussy making its need known to all in the room as the puddle that was small moments ago grows larger by the second as the finger moves down my waist and over my smooth, firm ass and down my thigh. Clit throbbing as my pussy spasms at the sensory overload at just a mere finger I hear my Master say aloud “im keeping her in denial for now, think you can make her pussy even hotter than it already is, you be my guest.” All I hear behind me is the hum of a hungry animal as the finger loops over my thigh and scratches up the inside, drawing a line in my skin leading right to my puffy lips. Right there, just a little bit further!

Pain strikes my pussy as her hand comes down on my lips, a shriek of surprise and pain bursts from my lips as my pussy shakes in the aftermath. Finger still moving, painfully slow Im met with another wet slap to my pussy, and then just as suddenly a finger dives deep into my pussy. My gasp of pain elevates into a gasp of joy and bliss, my drooling pussy is getting action and I cant believe it! The finger withdraws with a wet pop as I hear her laughter behind me.

“Come now my dear, youd think id really let you cum when your Master wants your pussy denied of such pleasures?” thrusting a finger inside again for a moment before removing it a second time I know she is, quite literally pushing my buttons as her finger presses the only button that counts. The button that stands out, big and red and throbbing with need, a simple glancing touch is all it took to get my body right to the very tip of the edge a simple breeze would push me over, my eyes shooting into my skull as my brain tries desperately to comprehend what I just experienced. She waits till I have calmed down enough then repeats the glancing brush, sending me back to the peak. Looking ahead my Masters chair is empty, looking around for him I hear him laugh behind me as I hear him give the succubus something, what could he have given her. I am greeted with a smile on his face as he looks at me on his way back to his seat.

“Enjoy the ride, Slave.” is all Master says as my urethra is jabbed with something long and hard, my juices serving to lubricate it so it slides in easily as she proceeds to sound me. The pain quickly being overtaken by pleasure as Im fucked in a hole I never considered fucking before, but shes watching me. Pulling it out before I crest the ridge of pleasure Im left to moan and beg for release, my Master stands and grabs a blindfold and a spider gag, taking away my vision and ability to speak he takes great pleasure in my loss of senses. I dont need eyes to know hes hard, and hell probably use me sooner or later.

My clit still throbbing dangerously close to the edge the woman starts to caress it with, what is that sensation? oh god no! its a brush, she circles around my inner labia with the bristles of the thin brush and I cant stop her at all, she eases the head of the brush against my clits hood and it slips between them, rubbing my clit at its very core removing it the second before I would otherwise cum hard! This torture would carry on for some time of painfully hard denials at the last second before my Master pushes a button and flips me over in the air.

My breasts now facing the roof and the device that holds me begins to pull my neck up, rising to meet the demand my mouth presses into the woman's pussy. She is done playing with my cunt, now Im to play with hers, and she isnt forbidden to cum so within minutes of my talented tongues assault on her my face is glazed with her juices but she still holds strong. Clearly seeking more from my mouth she presses down and my tongue dives in deep, tasting the woman's pussy as her cum drools into my mouth and down my throat. Her warm folds locked around my mouth as she grinds my face into her pussy, cumming again and again.

“shes very talented with her tongue, and her pussy wont stop shaking, i can see her clit from here!” she says with orgasmic bliss in her voice

“i know how to break a slave” My Master replies, and he isnt wrong. Im broken, his plaything to do with what he wants.

The woman stops grinding into my open mouth and my face is coated in a thick layer of her juices, I start to think its over as my Master takes my mouth for his own use. Driving his hard cock down my throat my tongue naturally wraps around the shaft as I accept my Masters meat in my throat, thrust after thrust Im rewarded with a hot burst that flows quickly down my throat. Removing my blindfold Im treated to a sight I havent seen in a long time, my Masters cock inside a pussy. pumping in and out, oh how I wish it was my cunt he was plowing as he thrusts harder into the woman and her back arches in erotic bliss, my Masters hand gripping her blue hair as he continues to fuck her to orgasm. Im treated to a first class show as my Master and the woman continue thrusting into eachother, orgasm after orgasm they wont stop taunting me. The woman constantly bragging about how good it feels to cum knowing my pussy is denied and having my clit throb making it all the worse!

So there I hang, fixed in the middle of the room watching my Master and the woman fuck to orgasm over and over again, I cant even look away, their moans, their screams, flooding my ears and my pussy with need! They finally stop their exhibition match at my expense and my Master reveals my new belt, it has a long slick metal dildo where my asshole would sit, and another thinner pole for my urethra, nothing for my needy box though. I moan helplessly as they both set to lock my body back in its cage. Flipping me over and standing me upright, the woman gives me a deep kiss, tasting her own juices on my lips as her tongue fucks mine with gusto and my Master escorts her to the door. I manage to make out “we should do this again soon” as they kiss on the cheek and she leaves me to my denial with my Master.

Locking my feet in ballet heels before removing my restraints I am left to wobble on jelly legs as my arms are locked in a strict reverse prayer binder with elbows meeting in the small of my back, he says this is just beginning and at that thought my pussy clenches a little. A corset around my waist to make breathing more difficult when combined with my latex mask and posture collar, blindfolded once more Im left in the dark as my neck gets yanked and I lurch forward in my toe crushing boots. Stepping forward a few paces Im forced to my knees as Im pulled over and down, my Masters got a hard cock again and its my life's mission to sate its lust as I take it in my mouth and down my throat. My Master not even helping me as my latex coated head bobs up and down on his member and he cums down my throat. Pulling me back he takes in my appearance. “you look amazing if i do say so myself.” he says with a smile, I can hear his joy in his words as he stands me back up and turns me around and with another yank, Im walking again.

Hard to focus on where hes leading me to, he keeps rearranging things while I sleep and my inserts are only adding to my frustration. The pain in my feet far from over as the inserts inside me are fixed to the belt, every step making them sway side to side inside me, though not enough to make me cum, I cant cum from anal or he wouldn't have put 1 in my ass. Continuing to lead me into a room he fixes me in place and pushes a tube in my mouth, unscrewing my urethra and pushing a tube up into my bladder. Pressing a few buttons Im forced to walk forward as he laughs beside me. Its a treadmill! With no way to get off as Im completely secure and forced to march on in silent obedience. Unable to draw breath through the tube my nose is uncovered and fluid pours down the tube and into my mouth, Im hesitant at first but my Master commands me to drink and so I do it since it is “your lunch after all” he said as he turns and leaves me to your walk. the fluid running into my mouth periodically consists of oatmeal, vitamins and minerals and 3 types of aphrodisiacs. Every step hurts my poor enslaved feet and legs but what could I do besides walk on the path my Master has set for me?

2 hours later my breathing is ragged and hoarse as my Master returns to stop my walking, unhooking me and leading me back to the lounge he lays me down and frees my toes from their prison. I moan as the boots slide off. Removing my belt from my waist he sits me down in the bathroom and tells me to relieve myself. following his command I do as Im told and he cleans up after me, reapplying my belt with little resistance as Im exhausted now and very tired from my walk, he leads me back to my room and lays me down, releasing my arms and removing my corset and latex hood he rolls me over and with a kiss on my forehead I drop straight to sleep. He pats my ass knowing that my pussy is safe behind that wall of cold steel and goes to set up the house for the party tomorrow, knowing I will be asleep the rest of the day and through the night. My Master always knows how to put me to sleep.

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calcifermovesthecastle · 4 years ago

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Ooh you're lookin for requests? Ok imma hit u up. How bout reacting to reader having a wardrobe malfunction and immediately grabbing them to cover up? (Foe example, if their shirt comes off, they hug them tightly to avoid anyone else seeing but now theres a half naked reader clinging to them 😂) You can write for whoever you want! I'd love to see some CaeJose, Pol, and Mista especially 🥰

Are Caesar and Joseph together for this? Yes? No? Im doing both anyways because I want to. I originally was going to add other characters but I had an allergic reaction when I went to the gas station today and I had to take benedryl so I'm tired.

Another PSA, theres no limit to amount of characters or how many requests you send in. I’ll write it all.

Also, I’m currently reading Jojolion so as soon as I finish that, I’ll let you guys know so you can send in requests but i s2g dont ever make me write for Joshu i fuggin hate him.

Im also assuming it’s an AFAB reader because of the situation, I’m going to use they them pronouns though but BLEASE if I am wrong PLEASE tell me and I will edit the whole thing no problem.

CAESAR:

Okay so Caesar was my favorite Jobro for the longest time until Bucciarati came in and then Bucciarati was my favorite until Gyro and literally Gyro is the greatest character ever in anything but anyways

-Your shirt snags on the back of your chair, or a pole when you’re walking. And rips off. (Or someone else rips it off)

-You immediately grab him and press into him, trying to cover up. He notices, looks down to see your shirt in tatters, and B L U S H. His face gets so red.

-He immediately takes his jacket off and covers you with it, making sure you’re decent.

-”Oh, what happened, Cara?” His voice S h a k e s it’s actually cute.

-Your face is also flushed in embarrassment, so it doesn’t matter what you were in the middle of. He gets you home soooo fast, blushing the whole while, so that you can get a change of clothes.

-At this point it doesn’t matter anymore, so you invite him back to your room and just change in front of him, telling him “Well I guess now’s a good of a time as ever to let you see, huh?”

-Oh?

-Really?

-You don’t even get a chance to pull the new shirt over your head as he’s pressing you against the wall, kissing you with a heat you’ve never seen from him before.

-You had plans? Not anymore. 👀

JOSEPH:

-Oh surprise hug?

-Oh

-He will tease you but only because you’re embarrassed and because you are h a l f n a k e y and pressed up against him. His heart is pounding.

-”Well if you wanted this kind of attention you should have asked!”

-Will cover you up though pretty much immediately, securing his jacket around you, getting you home in no time at all.

-Joseph is not respectful. He will watch you change clothes because it’s hot.

-You tease him a little too, just to get back at him.

-”Well if this is the show you wanted to see we should have just stayed home in the first place, Jojo.”

-When he gets up, you shake your head at him, your eyebrows shooting up.

-”No sir, no touching. You just sit there and watch.”

-”Baaaabeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” His voice is whiny at first, but keep teasing and he’ll change his tune.

-”You’re so needy, aren’t you, Jojo? This is probably a dream come true for you.” You go to slip the new shirt over your head, and he’s on top of you in a moment, leaning close, pressing You into the wall.

-”Keep running your mouth and I’ll show you exactly what I want from you.”

-Rip

CAEJOSE

-The moment it happens you grab whoever’s closest and shield yourself with their body, flushing with embarrassment.

-The other one will probably threaten or beat up the perpetrator, depending on who it is that you’re not holding on to.

-They’ll cover you up and get you home so that you can change, but god help you because they’ll tease the hell out of you. This situation caught all of you off guard.

-”You didn’t tell us how attractive you are, Cara.” Caesar eyes you, a smile playing on his lips. Joseph will run his hands up your sides while Caesar talks, kissing the back of your neck.

-”Well if you wanted to see you should have just asked, tesoros” you make it a p o i n t to use Caesars mother tongue, making a big show about picking out a new shirt, discarding the ripped, tattered one.

-Rip to you honestly because you're teasing 2 men who are probably twice your size. You won't win this round.

-Caesar's eyebrow quirks up when you use the italian phrase, and Joseph will grab you and set you on the former's lap. Unfortunately for you, Caesar's arms will wrap around your waist and lock you into place while joseph leans in close, his face centimeters from yours.

-You're in for one hell of a night with them if you're down. (If you aren't, they'll let you get dressed and sit with you at home playing cards or something)

POLNAREFF

-Will be a blushing BLUSHING mess the moment you hug him out of nowhere.

-His sould will proceed to leave his body when he sees that your shirt has, uh,

-"Oh, jesus christ, mon ange, Let's get you home?"

-He'll help you cover up as soon as you can, glaring Daggers at anyone who just so happens to even glance in your direction.

-Will make it more obvious in an attempt to make it less obvious.

-Literally shouting "Oi, oi, oi, don't look at them! Look away!" While covering your chest. Cut him some slack. He means well.

-Once you're home, getting re-dressed, you tease him to no end.

-"Jean-Pierre, you seemed to really enjoy yourself today." You flash a grin at him, relishing in the heat that rises on his cheeks.

-He can't help but stare as you pull the shirt over your head and down your body, clearly finding the words he wants to say. You grin at him, fully dressed, and plop yourself in his lap. His arms find their way around you, securing you in place, and he presses a kiss to your nose, a lopsided grin on his face.

-"If you're up to it later, maybe I'll let you see me some more." You're obviously embarrassed at what happened, and you want to crawl into a hole and hide from the public eye for at least 10 years, but he's being so cute that you can't help but joke around.

-His arms tighten around you, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, grinning.

-"Maybe let me see more now?"

MISTA:

-He knows the feeling of skin, so when you press against him, he immediately recognizes the skin on skin contact. (He wears a crop top ffs)

-Speaking of the crop top, it's off in a heartbeat when he sees your situation. He'll walk around shirtless, he doesn't mind. At the very least, you can wear that until you two can get home so that you can change.

-"Oh, no, Zabaione!" (Rips shirt off of his body and yanks it down over yours, keeping you covered the whole time.) "Here, wear this."

-He does not stink despite what Trish says. You know how some people have a distinct smell? He smells like gunpowder.

-What's more embarrassing? Having your chest accidentally exposed, or wearing your boyfriend's shirt while he walks around half naked with a gun sticking out of his pants right above his crotch.

-Your face is pretty red, but he's honestly living for this.

-"Oh my god, Bombolone, you look so cute in my shirt. You should wear it more often."

-"Yeah? And what are you gonna wear?"

-"What, you think I don't have other clothes?" He snakes an arm around your waist, leaning in close, murmuring in your ear. "Do you mind seeing me exposed like this?"

-He'll laugh good naturedly, getting you home and putting a shirt on himself, preventing you from changing yours because he continues to insist how absolutely adorable you look in his shirt.

-Indulge him BLEASE he's so cute when he's flirty.

#jojos #jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jojo x reader #jjba #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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is-that-another-soulmate-au · 4 years ago

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Zukka Soulmate pain/scar au part 1

Imma tag you two in this like I do every other series

@mypureessence

@chaoticidiott

Walking past the village firepit Sokka gave a pout towards Katara "I didnt mean to fall and rip the hole again! I didnt see the ice was raised there is all!"

Katara gave a quick laugh "You're so clums-"

Suddenly Sokka's hand went to his face and he fell to his knees with a loud blood curdling cry, he took in a deep breath before continuing his cries "oh gods! It hurts! Katara!" He couldnt make complete thoughts without crying. Katara fell down to him and tried to move his hand from his eye worried something got into it "No!" Sokka cried "no! Dont!"

The village was gathering around already with how loud his cries were. Gran-gran came running "Katara! What happened to him!?" She called out as she reached them, kneeling down to the deliriously crying Sokka.

"I dont know! He... he won't let me move his hand Gran-gran" Katara stepped back to let Kanna take charge

"Sokka, I know it hurts, but please move your hand so I can see whats wrong" Sokka was heaving at this point but let her move his hand. Her face twisted in shock at the sight of the skin bubbling around her grandson's eye in the shape of a hand.

"Oh no" Katara whispered under her breath

"Dear this is a soulmate thing. I cant do anything to help but make him pain relief gel. Go with Luan to gather some blue aloe leaves from the edge of the seal penguin cove" Kanna said as she turned to Katara though as she did Sokka collapsed and blacked out.

It took two days for Sokka to gain consciousness again in the make shift healing hut. He groaned and rolled over to see Katara in the doorway with a bowl of the healing gel in her hand "Sokka!" She cried while setting the bowl on the small packed snow bench and running to him

"Katara, ow, what happened? My face hurts" he went to reach for his eye but was stopped by Katara

"Don't touch it, your soulmate was burned badly by someone and you have the wound to match"

"My soulmate?"

"Yeah, we're working to heal you so you don't get infected but the scarring will depend on how your soulmate heals up" she gave a sigh "Im so sorry Sokka" her eyes were filling with tears "your soulmate and you both, you are both hurting and I..." she took a shaky breath "I cant do anything but stop infection"

"And thats okay Katara, we dont even know who they are"

That was two and a half years ago. Now here he stood with his club tight in his hand, war paint on the right half of his face to avoid his scar, and his village behind him. Aang was already banished from the village so he was all they had.

The ship came into the wall and sent the snow under his feet falling. It took alot to stay standing but he steadied his stance in time to see the five soldiers coming down towards him. He let out a war cry and charged the man in front only to be easily kicked aside like he was nothing more than a small pebble. Wow. Sokka found his face slightly reddened at the way he was tossed. That man was strong. Once he got back up he went to strike again, only to be flipped, he tried twice more, first with his boomerang that missed on the send out and second with the spear that was snapped in half before he was sent back into the snow.

The boy gave him a glare before the boomerang came in and hit the back of his head. Now he was mad, the helmet almost fell off but didn't. Watching the fire form in the man's hand Sokka's hand immediate went up to his scar out of reflex which made something stutter in the man's posture just before Aang flew under his feet and knocked him over.

"Hey Sokka, hey Katara"

"Hey... Aang"

The man was standing up now, when he turned around Sokka saw that he was just a boy his age, but the main thing he saw was the scar that mirrored his own. His breath stopped.

This... this couldnt be. No. It isn't true. It's wrong! No... not just wrong! It's ridiculous!! How could the universe think that a firebender could ever be his match!? Regardless! Its a stupid decision and Sokka will elect to ignore it!

He glared at him while him and Aang fought but the glare turned to worry when Aang left with them.

Soon enough Katara and Sokka had managed to get Aang back and were traveling Sokka was fiddling with his thumbs and avoiding eyecontact until Katara spoke up "he had the same scar didnt he?"

"Who?"

"That Zuko guy"

"I bet a bunch of people have the same scar, there's no way my soulmate is a firebender"

"Yeah... I guess your right" she gave in with a small sigh as they flew off away from the south pole on Appa.

No way was he going to listen to the universe if this is what it had to say.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko #atla zuko #atla sokka #sokka #zukka #i will die on my endless soulmate au hill #soulmate alternate universe #soulmates #soulmate

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secretsniper2 · 4 years ago

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Part 3: Well Hung

Holding a large remote he presses a button and all the slack in my chains vanish, held tight by the chains my actions are clearly not mine to decide. Spinning a dial Im lifted into the air 3 feet, and pivot forward, my arms move behind my back and meet elbow to elbow as my knees bend back and my feet meet my hands and Im amazing this device can pull you so smoothly. Stepping towards me and raising me up to meet his gaze my Master places his hand on my cheek and with a smile moves to remove my chastity belt, with my wet sex exposed to him, fluid running faster and harder with each passing second he takes a deep breath, savouring my scent as I try meekly to move my hands a little lower to cup my pussy. My Master simply puts a finger on my labia to draw a instant reaction from my body, a gasp and a moan follow as he rubs up and down my lips carefully with a smile on his face. My focus is broken by a knock at the door, my Master going to answer I see a woman standing there talking to my Master. She is a tall woman, the high heels helping with that, a long, black latex dress drapes down her slender thighs as she gazes over at me. Ruby red lips and beautiful blue hair running freely down her back, closing the door my Master leads the woman to me and says aloud, “this is the Slave i was telling you about.” the womans eyes widen, her red lips part and my eyes are drawn to them as she speaks, “for how long can i play?” “how long are you in town for?” my Master responds with a chuckle.

“Enjoy the ride, Slave.” is all Master says as my urethra is jabbed with something long and hard, my juices serving to lubricate it so it slides in easily as she proceeds to sound me. The pain quickly being overtaken by pleasure as Im fucked in a hole I never considered fucking before, but shes watching me. Pulling it out before I crest the ridge of pleasure Im left to moan and beg for release, my Master stands and grabs a blindfold and a spider gag, taking away my vision and ability to speak he takes great pleasure in my loss of senses. I don't need eyes to know hes hard, and hell probably use me sooner or later.

My breasts now facing the roof and the device that holds me begins to pull my neck up, rising to meet the demand my mouth presses into the womans pussy. She is done playing with my cunt, now Im to play with hers, and she isnt forbidden to cum so within minutes of my talented tongues assault on her my face is glazed with her juices but she still holds strong. Clearly seeking more from my mouth she presses down and my tongue dives in deep, tasting the womans pussy as her cum drools into my mouth and down my throat. Her warm folds locked around my mouth as she grinds my face into her pussy, cumming again and again.

“shes very talented with her tongue, and her pussy wont stop shaking, i can see her clit from here!” she says with orgasmic bliss in her voice

“i know how to break a slave” My Master replies, and he isnt wrong. Im broken, his plaything to do with what he wants.

The woman stops grinding into my open mouth and my face is coated in a thick layer of her juices, I start to think its over as my Master takes my mouth for his own use. Driving his hard cock down my throat my tongue naturally wraps around the shaft as I accept my Masters meat in my throat, thrust after thrust Im rewarded with a hot burst that flows quickly down my throat. Removing my blindfold Im treated to a sight I haven't seen in a long time, my Masters cock inside a pussy. pumping in and out, oh how I wish it was my cunt he was plowing as he thrusts harder into the woman and her back arches in erotic bliss, my Masters hand gripping her blue hair as he continues to fuck her to orgasm. Im treated to a first class show as my Master and the woman continue thrusting into each other, orgasm after orgasm they wont stop taunting me. The woman constantly bragging about how good it feels to cum knowing my pussy is denied and having my clit throb making it all the worse!

Hard to focus on where hes leading me to, he keeps rearranging things while I sleep and my inserts are only adding to my frustration. The pain in my feet far from over as the inserts inside me are fixed to the belt, every step making them sway side to side inside me, though not enough to make me cum, I cant cum from anal or he wouldn't have put 1 in my ass. Continuing to lead me into a room he fixes me in place and pushes a tube in my mouth, unscrewing my urethra and pushing a tube up into my bladder. Pressing a few buttons Im forced to walk forward as he laughs beside me. Its a treadmill! With no way to get off as Im completely secure and forced to march on in silent obedience. Unable to draw breath through the tube my nose is uncovered and fluid pours down the tube and into my mouth, Im hesitant at first but my Master commands me to drink and so I do it since it is “your lunch after all” he said as he turns and leaves me to your walk. the fluid running into my mouth periodically consists of oatmeat, vitamins and minerals and 3 types of aphrodisiacs. Every step hurts my poor enslaved feet and legs but what could I do besides walk on the path my Master has set for me?

#Stories #Custom

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dacreshoney · 4 years ago

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chapter 2 things in common

chapter 2 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series

summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes, billy realises he might not want to just f**** and chuck Y/N and some serious tension between the two

warnings: flirting/smut, swearing and actions some people may not agree with - mentions of abuse and drugs

Drink driving - do not do

(I do not condone any behaviours)

read to find out more

(sorry to skip a few) a few weeks into the story - you and billy had started to get to know each other a little more, both of you didn't really want a relationship, well that's what you told yourselves anyway. You and Harrington had made up after your summer fling, you both decided you were better as friends after he had told you about him getting closer to one of the kids in your neighbourhood you babysat, dustin - demegorg story (will go into detail in a few chapters later)

You and billy had made your way to some cliffs in Hawkins and made yourselves comfy in Billys camaro watching over the cliffs as the sun sets, you had been talking for hours and hours. The past few weeks billy has been your getaway when things got rough and him to you, with neither of you really going into detail about what, you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.

after a few hours you set off back to your house and billy spoke:

“ I like you, first girl in this sh** hole that hasn't fell at my feet or will do or say anything to please me” billy uttered to you as he placed one arm over the chair behind your head.

“that sure of yourself hey Hargrove?” you laughed as you pulled up outside your house and looked into his eyes, you noticed your dad had just arrived back to the house in his sheriffs car, you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him. you hadn't gone into much detail about who your dad was or what he did, didn't want to scare the poor boy off.

“dads the sheriff huh? best stay clear then” billy laughed as he removed his arm from the back of the chair.

“the sh*****t one going, so you don't need to worry a pretty hair on your head” I claimed

Billy looked at you a little concerned to the tone of how you spoke about your dad and asked “not so keen on your old man I've gathered?”

before you knew it, words just started to blurt out, you felt comfortable with billy and you had an inkling he would have a very similar response.

“to be honest, he's not much of a great old man, really needs to search the word dad up in the dictionary”

Billy looked a little confused at first, but could link two and two when it came to dysfunctional relationships and he spoke gently “you know, I know what you mean with the not so good on the daddy department, but you know Y/N if you ever need anything, my blue little Camaro is only a block away”

You giggled at billy, he always knew what to say to make you drift out of those depressing episodes, you lent over and gave him a peck, your lips touching slightly, you both had craved just that little bit of touch for a few weeks, but you'd never want to admit it. You both just looked dat each other, taking it no further and you replied:

“ thanks billy, you know I really do appreciate it, not so mr tough guy after all huh?” you smiled as you stepped out the car giving billy a quick wave as you headed towards your house.

You entered your house to then be bombarded with questions and a drunk dad raising his hand to the right of your head, slamming the door shut, he shouted

“ who the f**k was that you little sl*t”

“ nn.. no.. no one dad” you said whimpering as you tried to move away, he pushed you against the door and held you by the throat and shouting again, spitting in your face;

“don't you lie to me you wh**e, I saw you with that piece of trash from round the block, you know I've had one or two complaints from his house, I should of known you'd be involved with him, huh so what is it? hmm..” he pressed on to you, getting right into your face as you had tears coming to your eyes, you had officially had enough of the sh**, your dad continued to hound you “ ANSWER ME you cu*t” he shouted one more time, breaking his glass bottle and catching your arm with it, trying to teach your a lesson, your neck has started to bruise a little from the pressure of his hands. Then that was it, it just released, you scream in which it pushed him back into the sofa, like a wave of Ange and power forcing him off you, and screamed “ I said, get the hell off me” ..

you ran to your room, locking the for behind you, you went to your wardrobe , finding anything you could to put in a bag and on, you couldn't stay there any longer than you had to. You fixed yourself up, tried to hide the bruising and cuts but you were chugging down the vodka you had in your room so you really couldn't tell what the hell you was doing. you knew where you were heading and that was heathers party.

||outfit choice below||

As much as you ached, you looked sexy and you knew it, you would of took the jacket off but then people would see the cuts and bruises. You jumped out your window and headed towards your car, where you couldn't even function the key fob you were that pissed. The engine started and let’s say, its a good job you were the sheriffs daughter because that driving was not road legal.

You arrived at heathers, you jumped out your car which you attempted to park, in which you failed miserably. Making your way through the crowd, stumbling a little you spotted him, that's right, Billy Hargrove with his left arm raised and leaning right over Tammy’s head, most likely flirting. you locked eyes straight away and he could tell you were pissed at him, you rolled your eyes and stormed off to find Steve. Steve was leaning against the kitchen island and you slurred to him “hey babe, fancy pouring me a drink” as you lent your arm over his shoulders, Steve hesitant at first as he could tell you were drunk but then he gave in as you gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that no one could every day no to. You and billy liked to play games with each other, that was your thing, at least sober you could handle it or at least pretend to handle it, you played each other and tried to make the other jealous. It sure as hell had worked, you knew you were starting to fall for him, but you could never admit it to yourself. Both of you were so alike, but you would never admit that.

‘ songs playing next are - rock you like a hurricane scorpions - no one like you by scorpions and running up that hill Kate bush’

Billy saw you dancing with Steve, so he then grabbed Tammy by the waist and started dancing with her, slightly grinding at her waist. He knew this would send you over the edge with him, but he just wanted you to come over and admit that to him. You were going to flip, until you knew exactly what to do to piss him off, there was one thing billy and you had done together and he knew how you were when you were on drugs, flirtatious, forward and completely let loose. you headed towards Tommy who you knew would be right near billy so he could overhear you.

“hey Tommy, you want to do a bag?” you stumbled towards Tommy, leaning against him with your hands on his shoulders. Tommy looked straight at billy, those two weren't on the greatest terms at the moment so he obliged with Y/N request. Tommy placed his c*ke onto his finger in which you sniffed in one, billy was furious and stormed over to the kitchen. The c*ke had hit and you were completely in a haze, now for phase two of pissing billy off, no care in the world you got up onto the pole stand in heathers living room, her mum did pole so everyone loved her for that. You started to dance seductively on the pole, more eyes heading your way as you started to tease and take off your jacket, not realising you still had the cuts and bruises.

No one like you scorpions playing:

There's no one like you I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do I just want to be loved by you

Billy’s POV:

you had had it, Y/N was up to her usual tricks tonight, you wish shed had just come up to you when she saw you with Tammy, if only she knew what you were talking about. No flirting involved, but typical Y/N jumping to conclusions yet again.

.....

soon as Y/N asked Tommy for a bag you knew you had to watch her every move, only you two together had experienced that, the free emotions and movements you had with each other, the way you felt with each other, it was only meant for you two. Billy had turned to find Y/N dancing on the pole in the living room, his blood started to boil as he watched her start to tease he had to do something, he realised there was blood on her arm, he paced over straight away, dragging her outside before anyone else could see. This was his girl and no way in hell would he let anyone take advantage of her.

Y/N POV:

“I swear to god billy, get your f*c*ing hands off me” you screamed as billy dragged you by the arm to the outside porch. billy faced to turn you, his veins popping out his head when he gets angry and shouted

“im not fu*c*ing letting go until you tell me what the f*ck you are playing at, first dancing with Harrington, then sniffing and don't get me started on the pole.. and lastly you wanna explain these cuts on your arm?”

“why do you care hargrove huh? you basically were in Tammy hem brooks fu*c*ing pants early, go back and fu*k her, but thank you for noticing and pretending to care about my welfare” you hiccuped as you tried to walk down the porch. Billy chased after you and shouting right back

“no I fuc*ing wasn't, if you actually had come up to me instead of playing easy with Steve, you'd of found I was turning her down because of you”

You harshly turned round to face him, without wanting to throw up with how fast you spun around and said “ don't you dare call me easy and two sorry to ruin your whoring, make sure you go apologise to Tammy for me, sorry I'm not one of these girls billy that jumps straight into your bed at the drop of a hat”

the screaming and shouting carried on for a few minutes, you ended up screaming right at billy, unknowingly letting loose of some of your powers again, some of the street lights shattered: you had made a larger crack in the gate to the upside down. Billy placed his hand on your throat in which he instantly regretted and you said “get your hands off me now billy, don't you ever touch me like that again I swear to god” billy shook at what he just witnessed and two the fact he had done something he never thought he would do and that was raise a hand to someone he loves.

“you ever raise a hand to me like that again billy and you are dead to me, you got it” you moved your body away, your eyes tearing up. Tears streamed out of his eyes and anger hit when he restored his eyes back to the cuts and bruises,

“ who the fu*k did that to you Y/N?” he questioned with worry, billy had told you about his dad Neil and what he did to billy, you had never really let on about your dad because you tried to be there for him as much as possible without going into your own problems.

“ not the only one with an abusive dad now are you billy” you sarcastically replied. Billy tried to ignore the sarcasm and instantly felt concerned and worried for Y/N safety.

“I will kill him Y/N and the lights, what the f*ck happened there?”

“don't pretend you care billy please, I don't need you lying to me, if all you was is to get me into bed then you can f*ck right off” I stormed off

“ i’m not lying Y/N, ffs why don't you believe me?” he chased after you

“then why billy huh? why do you care?” you questioned laughing as you walked off

“because I fu*c*ing love you Y/N god dammit” and there it was, billy had finally let loose of his feelings for the first time in his life since his mother left. You both paused and looked each other in the eyes, the arguing had sobered you up a little and you realised what he had said.

“I love you billy”

You both jumped at each other passionately, leaping into one another arms and you touched lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, not leaning the kiss. You both had made your way to your car, rustling about to find your keys and open the door. You made yourselves comfy in the back seats, taking off each others clothes, all billy could could do was stare and admire your body, tracing his finger tips over the scars all the way down your belly. He then placed kissed from your breasts to the lining on your panties. You let out a moan in which sent shivers down billy’s spine at the thought of pleasing you.

“you like that princess?” billy asked, kissing and licking your lining as he looked you straight in the eyes, all you could do was moan his name and plead for more

“yesss billy, uhh please”

“please what princess, huh? what do you want from me” billy muttered, his head between your thighs, placing kisses along the slit of your parts, gently edging his tongue to your clit.

“fu*k billy, fu*k me please” you pleaded with him, edging your head up to push him on the other side of the seat, placing yourself between his legs for a change, kissing his torso: training scratch marks down his belly with your fingernails, this man was yours and you were going to make sure he and everyone knew it. Billy was loving every second, you placed your mouth on the tip of his cock edging your tongue out and swirling it around the tip driving him wild. He grabbed your hair with his hand and tugged your head bag with dominance and said

“don't play with me baby” billy smiled, biting his lip

“or what huh, what you going to do to me” I played on the words. After that billy pulled you up onto his lap, placing you on his bulge and pressing his body into yours ready in position. “

you sure you wanna do this baby? its not your first time is it?” billy asked, searching for a condom in his wallet, you placed your hands on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss and muttered

“more than ready billy and no its not my first, does that bother you?” you asked, billy smiled and kissed your forehead and claimed

“nothing you do would ever bother me, besides I like a woman with a little experience”

you smiled at each other, then both ready he edge his tip slightly into your core, soaking wet you Mae his access a little easier with how tight you were around him. “f*ck Y/N, ride me baby, show me I'm yours” billy moaned into your ear, every motion edging him further. You continued to ride him, picking up your pace, getting a little rough you made scratches on his chest and placed your hand on his throat, choking him a little as you neared your peak. Billy gave you a smirk as you choked him as he grabbed your ass and clenched it as he starting pumping his cum into you. both reaching your climax you both panted into each others necks slowly releasing from each other.

“ I meant what I said you know” billy spoke softly, holding your chin upwards to face him, “I love you Y/N Johnson”

you gave him a kiss in which you replied “and I love you billy hargrove”

#strangerthingsimagine #strangerthingsfanfic #stranger #things #billy hargove x reader #smut #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #dacre montgomery x reader #fanfic #stranger things fandom

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voidendron · 5 years ago

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Whumptober Day 15: Scars Not an AU Warnings: Violence, Knives, Burns, Character Injury, Blood, Zalgo, Reopened Scars Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Antisepticeye, Chase Brody

(( been thinking about this for a while for my version of canon(ish) Marv. Think I’ll roll with it I also suck so much at fight scenes but I really wanted to try one for this prompt! ))

Ground torn up around them. Swings torn off their chains. A dented slide.

They’d shown up just in time. Jackieboy was ushering the kids and their parents to safety. That had left Marvin to dish it out with the glitch; to practically destroy the park around them.

He listened intently for the static, aura raging around him with the magic ready to strike. He bared teeth that were maybe a little sharper than they should have been, narrowed sightless eyes. Faint static—so faint he could almost be fooled into thinking the glitch had left—pressed at the edges of his aura.

Marvin spun sharply on one foot, arms outstretched to send a pulse of energy at Anti to throw him back. The glitch didn’t go far, but it was far enough to keep him out of arm’s length. That’s all he needed. Keep that…thing far enough away that it can’t get a hold of him.

Giggling. It used to scare him. Used to make his hair stand on end and anxiety squeeze at his throat.

He could imagine the tilt of the head. The way it held the knife with the point dancing across its fingers. The way it bared its fangs in a cruel grin.

“The hell you want?” he growled. “Cut the crap and spit it out.”

“T̡ch. Y͞ou'̵rȩ no fųn͏ ánym̸o̴re, Kit͠tȩn~̕” Anti started circling; all Marvin could do was follow his voice. Don’t give it access to your back, he thought. That’s the worst thing you could do right now. “D̀ò ̕you ̡s͟till ̨like ģa̶mes? ̧I͜'vè ͜got su͞ch a fu̷n o͡ǹe i͡n mi̵nd."

“’Games’? What kind of idiot do you think I—” Wait. Playground.

Marvin��s eyes widened and he spun away from the glitch.

He winced when the knife that was thrown nicked his ear and clanged as it hit a metal pole.

“Y͘o͏u'͜ve go̷t c͘ove̴r͝ ̵here̕,̧ Cat͝.͏ ͜Use ͢it!” He could hear the grin in Anti’s voice. Of course this would be a game to him. Gotta make murder fun, huh, Anti?

A second knife (well. Anti only had the one, but it always returned to him after exploding in a burst of particles) tore a hole in his cape before he finally ducked away.

He could hear the glitch’s footsteps over the wood chips. There was a slight pause each time right before he threw the knife. Marvin felt a twang of anger as he ducked around a plastic slide. Anti was taking it easy on him. Mocking him, without even needing to say anything.

Marvin leaned his head back against the slide. All he could do was listen for the footsteps to come closer. Move around the object.

There they were.

This time he lunged completely opposite where Anti had anticipated: Right at the glitch’s ankles.

A tangle of limbs, spat curses, fingers clawing for any vulnerable spots they could reach. The knife sliced through Marvin’s shoulder and he hissed as he held white-hot magic against the glitch’s chest. A foot to the magician’s knee that brought a choked curse when it cracked, pointed nails to Anti’s cheek.

His mask was knocked away while he wrestled the knife from his opponent’s hand just to throw it aside.

His hands found Anti’s neck. He could feel the blood on his fingers, smell it as he wrapped his hands around to burn it with too-hot magic. Anti’s scream was garbled with static and the magician could only bare his teeth. Marvin dug his nails into the other Septic’s flesh, willed his magic to get hotter even as it tugged at his energy, willed it to agitate and further damage the tear across Anti’s throat.

Something hard struck him in the side of the head. Throbbing; it hurt. He felt himself shoved; their places were swapped. Anti was kneeling on his chest and one arm with his hands around Marvin’s throat. Every time he tried gasping for air, Anti squeezed; drew blood as he buried his claws in Marvin’s neck.

One hand moved. Something cold tapped his forehead.

Anti had his knife back.

Marvin was pinned.

He felt lightheaded as his air was cut off. He couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t be bothered to worry about the blade inches from his face.

Anti said something. What was that?

He loosened his grip and Marvin gagged when he tried to breathe in too much at once. Coughing. He could smell burned flesh.

The blade pressed close to one of his eyes.

“Thes͠e hàv͏e̕ he̶aled so̸ ͢nice͘l͡y,” the glitched purred. He lightly traced the blunt of the blade over the scars mapping Marvin’s face, brought the point within an inch of pale eyes that had no idea just how close it was. Marvin knew it was there, hovering, a silent threat, just…not exactly how close. “To͞o ͏ni͢cel̶y.”

Marvin squeezed his eyes shut when the knife found a scar and pressed down hard enough to draw blood. He bit his tongue when Anti moved to another, then another. As each and every one was traced over, a whine surfaced in his throat.

“Stop…”

“Are̕ tho̧s͠e ̨tea̕rs ̨I̛ seȩ?” The blade moved to press against his jugular. Marvin’s breath hitched.

The blade never came down, but he flinched to the sound of gunshots. Anti laughed, but the weight on his chest disappeared; the static in the air began to fizzle out.

“Marv?! Hey, hey, c’mon, man!” A new weight at his side. Chase. Jackie had probably tried the house again for someone to come help out. “Oh, god…” He wanted to hide his face. Put his mask on and go hide away in his room. “Hey, man. Can you hear me?”

A little nod.

The knot of his cape was undone and he started coughing. He hadn’t realized how tight it was.

“Here…”

Marvin hissed as the silky fabric pressed over some of the bleeding cuts.

“I know, I know. Jackie’s just about done, okay? He’ll fly ya home.” He could hear the Disappointed Father slip into Chase’s voice then. “Why the hell did you try fightin’ him? You were just supposed to distract ‘im while Jackie got those people to safety. Just…None of us can handle him ourselves, Marv.”

“I…I thought I could…”

He shoved the cloth away and covered his face with trembling hands. Fingertips traced over each scar. Each one reopened. They hurt. They hurt.

#fanfic #whumptober2019 #no.15 #writersofjack #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #chase brody #blitz indites #violence /#blood /#knives /#zalgo /#burns /#character injury /

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firelxdykatara · 6 years ago

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Day 2: Hidden Identities

So this is a day late, but hopefully not a dollar short! (lol kill me my jokes suck) ANYWAY, this is for Day 2 of @thirtydaysofzutara and was heavily inspired by @artcraawl‘s amazing Zutara Mulan AU pictures. Some of it is directly from the movie, some is embellished, anyway I hope it’s a fun read, as I certainly had fun writing it!

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“I don’t know if I can do this, Tui.”

Katara gave one more half-hearted tug, but her father’s sword remained stubbornly embedded in the tree’s trunk. With a sigh, she flopped to the ground, thumping her fists against the hard-packed soil in frustration. Her companion, a silver dragon-lizard with impossibly black eyes, scurried up the tree and perched on the flat of the blade, tugging gently, but to no avail. “It’ll come out! You just have- to be- persistent!”

With a final tug, the lizard slipped from the blade and fell to the ground. Katara pushed herself up on her elbows with a groan. “I’ve been persistent! It’s not working! I haven’t even been able to get that stupid arrow out of the pole.”

“No one else has, either,” Tui pointed out, curling her tail over her shoulder and rubbing a spot of dirt from her scales.

“That’s not the point.” Katara sat up and pushed herself to her feet. “They belong here. They don’t have to prove anything.”

“Neither do you, as far as they know.”

“Sure, and what happens when they find-”

“Who are you talking to, Tak?”

Katara froze. Tui scampered into the bushes with an alarmed squeak, and the moment stretched uncomfortably, as the woman tried desperately to convince herself that voice belonged to someone—anyone—else. It didn’t work; she was pretty sure she could feel his amber gaze burning holes into her back.

He had the disconcerting ability to make her feel like he could see right through her façade—through the warrior she was trying to be, to the scared, homesick girl beneath.

Time sped up again, and Katara turned to look at Zuko, who was standing behind her with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

“Uh…” she began, before realizing her voice was pitched too high, coughing to cover it up. “No one! I’m just, talking to… myself…” She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand (mostly to hide the fact that she kept reaching for a lock of hair that just wasn’t there anymore). Her eyes slid to her sword, still sunk into the tree trunk, about the same time Zuko’s did. Disapproval radiated from his lithe form in waves, and Katara had to fight back the nervous laughter that kept threatening to bubble up.

“Oh, this is… I was just training…” she said, grabbing the hilt tightly in both hands. It still refused to move, and she braced herself with one foot on the trunk. Finally, with an almighty yank, the sword came free, and the momentum sent her careening off-balance.

Zuko ducked just in time—the blade passed a hair’s breadth over his head.

“Oops,” Katara muttered, giving a weak chuckle as she clumsily shoved her sword back into its sheath. “Cut it a little close there-” Spirits, Katara, stop talking.

The captain looked less than impressed as he straightened back up, looking at her with some emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t quite describe. Then he sighed, shaking his head. “Pack up.”

Something churned unpleasantly in the pit of her stomach. “What?”

“Go home. You’re through here, Tak. I’ve tried my best, but you just aren’t suited for war—not in my company. And if you’re the best that Chief Hakoda could send in his own stead-” He broke off, squaring his shoulders. “You’d be more of a danger to your own comrades than the Fire Nation soldiers. And I won’t have good men, even you, needlessly killed because they weren’t ready.”

Katara watched as he walked away, trying very hard to keep from noticing the way his muscles had tensed (probably from anger) beneath the thin padding of his training vest. “He’s right. I know he is. But…”

Tui poked her head out of the bushes. “But you want to prove him wrong.”

A wry grimace twisted at her mouth. “I was too willful and stubborn to make a good wife, remember? It must be good for something.”

“So what are you going to do?”

The sun had set, the last of its amber glow receding from the skyline just as the full moon began to peek through the clouds. “I don’t know…” Katara murmured, gazing up at the sky—she traced the moonbeams with her eyes, until she caught one that illuminated the arrow still stuck at the top of that tall, wooden beam.

She could have had it down weeks ago, if she’d wanted to risk waterbending—but it was supposed to be a physical exercise. For all that she was at a disadvantage compared to the rest of the company (not that anyone but Sokka realized it), the last thing she wanted to do was prove herself by cheating. But there had to be some way to get to that arrow. And maybe, if she got it down herself…

Hours later, the only thing preventing her from screaming in frustration was the fact that Zuko’s tent was only ten feet away. “Come on,” she grunted, taking another running jump at the pole—and, as before, she made it a few feet before falling to the ground in an ungainly heap.

She might have had a better chance at getting higher, if not to the top, if it weren’t for the weights at her wrists. Katara picked herself up for the thousandth time, dropping the weights and dusting herself off. (It was a good thing her family didn’t seem to have the ‘quitter’ gene, or she might have contemplated just leaving, like she’d been told.) She couldn’t help the nagging feeling that there was something about this exercise that was missing, that she just didn’t understand. She picked up the weights again, holding them in front of her, inspecting the etchings in the gold. It was an ancient form of Earth Kingdom script, and she could only make out a few letters.

Somehow, she doubted anyone had carved a cheat sheet onto these things a thousand years ago, anyway.

But as the weights swayed gently on their leather ties, something occurred to her—it was so simple she could almost kick herself for not thinking of it sooner. It was so obvious. It wasn’t just about having to struggle against the weight. It was about discipline and strength—using them to her advantage.

Squaring her shoulders, Katara faced the pole again—this time, when she jumped, she swung the weights, tangling the leather ties together, and she began to climb.

Halfway up, she almost wanted to let go, forget the whole thing. Her arms were screaming in protest, and she kept slipping even as she gained inches in height—sweat was streaming down her face in small rivers, and she could feel her tunic sticking to her back. The cotton binding around her breasts was beginning to itch something fierce. But she had already gotten too far to quit, and so she kept going—gaining inches and losing centimeters, until she could see the top of the pole. She could almost reach out and grab that arrow.

The sun began to peek over the horizon once more, and Katara gasped for breath, her muscles screaming in agony as she grabbed the top of the pole and finally pulled herself up. It was a deceptively wide beam of wood, in fact, and easy enough to perch on was she grabbed the arrow in one tender hand and pulled it free.

It was only when the cheering began that she realized she’d drawn a crowd.

A tired grin crossed her face, and she subtley bent some of her sweat, coating the arrow-head with a thin layer of ice. Just as Zuko’s tent flap opened, she threw the arrow down—it landed with impressive accuracy, thudding into the ground at his feet as he stepped out. He looked up at her, and while it was difficult to tell from how far away she was, Katara almost thought he looked proud.

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“I’m sorry. About your uncle.” Katara winced inwardly—she kept forgetting to pitch her voice low enough, but Zuko didn’t seem to notice. He was staring at the fire; if he’d heard a word she said, he didn’t indicate it. Which was almost a relief—she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get into a conversation about lost loved ones and not accidentally blow her own cover.

Sokka had been helping as much as he dared, once he’d realized her plan, but there was only so much he could do to keep her from ruining everything with her ‘stupid girly habits’.

Apparently, talking about feelings qualified.

Either way, Zuko clearly wasn’t in the mood for company. Katara turned to go—if she hadn’t already become so tuned to the tenor of his voice, for reasons she couldn’t even begin to explain, she might have missed it entirely when he said, “Thank you, Tak.”

She stopped, glancing back at him—he was giving her at least an attempt at a smile, and it suddenly struck her how very young he looked. Especially for a captain.

He really couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than she was, and it was hard enough for her to manage to keep her own life straight—she couldn’t imagine what it was like trying to lead an entire company.

She opened her mouth to say something else—she wasn’t quite sure what, but since when had thinking ever stopped her from blurting out what was on her mind?—when she heard the screech of a bird of prey high in the sky above them. It sounded familiar, almost… almost like…

She was six years old, and the snow had turned grey from falling ash. Buildings burned, people were screaming and running away, bursts of fire from soldiers in the streets kept illuminating the overcast sky, and Katara couldn’t find her parents.

“Mama!” she shouted, tears streaking through the soot stains on her face, running towards her house. Everything was chaos, but she still knew home. Somewhere, high in the sky, a fire hawk screamed—the little girl could see it circling over her family’s hut, an omen she couldn’t quite comprehend.

When she opened the door, the smell of charred flesh nearly knocked her off her feet. It was-

“The Fire Nation!” Katara heard herself shouting, those last images from her memory still superimposed over her vision, the smell sticking to her all these years later. She wanted to gag, but there was no time. “They’re here! They-“

An arrow whistled through the air and into Zuko’s shoulder as he stood, knocking him flat.

“Zuko!” Katara rushed to his side as more arrows floated into view just over the snowy hilltop—he waved her off, pulling the arrow free with a grunt and clambering to his feet.

“Everyone, get out of their range! Grab the cannons!”

It was pure chaos, after that. Zuko’s company scattered—they grabbed armloads of cannons and their weapons and ran, forcing the Fire Nation soldiers to abandon their high ground advantage if they wanted to do any real damage. Out of range of the arrows was also out of range of their firebenders, and it took everything Katara had not to panic and freeze.

“Sokka!” The relief nearly knocked her over, but she held her ground, grabbing for her brother’s hand and yanking him out of the way of another arrow barrage. “Where’s Zuko? Is he-”

“He’s fine! We need to set up these canons, Tak. Now!”

Their answering barrage sent shockwaves rippling through the ground—when they were down to the last cannon, Zuko appeared behind them. “Hold- we don’t know who’s left. If…”

He trailed off. The smoke cleared, and revealed the bulk of the Fire Nation army still intact on the hillside.

Ozai was at the army’s head. Katara could feel his smug smirk from here.

“Sokka, take that last canon. Hit Ozai, if it’s the last thing you do!” Zuko commanded. “Men- prepare for a fight!”

Katara’s hand went to her sword hilt, but something was still bothering her. Taking out Ozai wouldn’t decimate the Fire Nations forces—they’d keep coming, they’d kill everyone. How many more villages would suffer the way Omashu had? The way her tribe had? The way-

She caught sight of the snow-covered mountain just behind them. They weren’t going to have time to retreat back through the mountain passes to safety, but maybe, if she could only just… She reached, but nothing. Practicing her bending in secret had only gotten her so far, and that snow was too far off. But…

“Give me that!” She pushed Sokka aside and grabbed the cannon. It would work. It had to.

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Katara was beginning to lose feeling in her arms. She hadn’t realized Ozai’s blade had cut that deep, but now Koda’s saddle was soaked in her blood, and she had barely been able to muster the strength to grab Zuko and pull him to safety.

The avalanche had stilled, snow wiping the last traces of the Fire Nation army away, and Katara finally slid from her horse’s back, stumbling to her knees. Zuko had regained consciousness, and he rushed to her side. “Tak! Are you alright?”

She gripped his arm and pulled herself upright, nodding weakly. “I’m fine, is everyone else-”

“We made it, Tak,” Toph said, affectionately thumping her shoulder. “Thanks to you. That was brilliant.”

The others chimed in, and Katara smiled, for just a moment. And then she collapsed.

When she opened her eyes, she recognized the colors of the medical tent above her cot. For a moment, Katara was dazed, confused—how had she gotten here? Where were Zuko, Sokka and the others? How-

Her clothing had been removed. The breast binding wraps were visible, overlapping the bandages around her abdomen. The doctor was looking at her, perhaps to be sure she was truly awake, but when she opened her mouth to speak, he turned away and left the tent.

Katara sat up quickly, wincing at the tight feeling of the wound in her stomach, wanting to protest—but then Zuko stepped inside, and the words died in her throat.

It was then that she realized her hair was loose—the thick, dark brown waves that just brushed against her shoulders were much more visibly feminine now that she no longer wore them in her father’s hairstyle, and the breast wraps had only been effective at hiding her figure when covered by padding and armour. Now, she felt her cheeks burn as Zuko’s eyes followed her figure, and realized the truth of what the doctor had obviously told him.

“So it’s true,” came Long Feng’s voice as he entered the tent behind Zuko. Where the latter’s gaze was completely unreadable, Long Feng didn’t bother to disguise his disgust. He surged forward, grabbing Katara by the arm and dragging her out of the tent, throwing her into the snow with just her blanket for cover. She fell to her knees before the rest of the company, tears of humiliation freezing to her lashes before they even had a chance to fall.

“A woman,” Long Feng hissed. “A despicable traitor to our great kingdom!”

Toph and Aang stared in shock. Sokka started forward, but Katara shook her head. It was too late for her, but she would not let her brother take the fall, too. “My name is Katara. I only came here to save my father-”

“More lies!” Long Feng insisted, turning to glare at her as Zuko approached. “Devious snake!”

“I never meant for it to go this far!” Her eyes met Zuko’s, and she pleaded with him silently. Please understand. “You have to believe me! I only wanted-”

“Silence!” Long Feng shouted.

Sokka ran forward. “Wait! You can’t do this—she’s my sister!”

“Sokka, no!”

But the damage was done. “You knew about her deception?” Long Feng was practically quivering with rage. “Stand aside, boy, or you will share in this traitor’s fate!”

“Sokka, please-”

He refused to budge. Katara could still see Zuko, staring at the both of them now, sword in hand. He took a step forward, and several gasps ran through the company—Toph and Aang looked ready to rush to their defense, but Long Feng threw his arm out and stopped them. “You know the law!”

For just a moment, Katara met Zuko’s eyes, and thought she saw something flickering in their depths. Something other than anger or disgust. Something warm.

Then it was gone, and Zuko threw his sword to the ground. “A life for a life,” he said, staring down at her. “My debt to you is ended.” Finally, as if only now realizing he was there, Zuko looked at Sokka. “Take her home. Don’t bother coming back.”

He turned on his heel—Long Feng made a noise, as if he were about to protest, but Zuko turned on him with a glower that could’ve melted steel. The advisor finally cowed into silence, he turned to the rest of his men and motioned for them to move out.

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“You trusted Tak. Why is Katara any different?”

“You stole my victory.” “No! I did!” “… The soldier from the mountain!”

“She’s a woman, and from the water tribes! She’s not worth protecting!”

“I have heard all about you, Katara of the Water Tribes. You followed your brother off to war—stole your father’s armour and ran away from home. You impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Earth Kingdom, and… you have saved us all.”

It was… surreal. That was the only way Katara could describe the feeling that overtook her, when she realized that not only was the Earth King bowing, but so was the entirety of Ba Sing Se. As far as the eye could see, citizens were stooping low, and it was all but impossible to believe they were honoring her.

Even Zuko was bowing—even her brother. She wanted to tell them all to stand up, that she really hadn’t done anything that extraordinary, but she didn’t want to risk losing the King’s good faith. The moment eventually passed, anyway, and Katara turned to find the Earth King smiling warmly at her.

“I would be honored if you would accept a seat on my council, Katara,” he said—Long Feng looked like he was about to faint.

“B- but sir, you can’t just- there are no positions open!”

“Alright. You can have his job.”

This time, he did faint. Katara had to smother a chuckle before taking a deep breath and shaking her head. “You honor me, your majesty, but… I think it’s time for me to go home.”

He nodded, as if he’d expected nothing less of her.

The Earth King gave her his medallion and Ozai’s sword, and when Katara finally turned to go, she very nearly ran right into Zuko. “Oh! Zuko, I-”

“Katara-” he began, at the same time. They both broke off; Katara bit her lip, waiting for him to continue. He cleared his throat. “I, uh- you fight good. Well! Proficiently, you- you’re an excellent soldier.”

Their eyes met, but Katara was the first to look away, this time. “Oh. Thank you, Zuko. For everything.” And then she left, finding Koda and pulling herself into his saddle to begin the long journey home.

“You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty,” the Earth King declared—sounding very much like he was calling Zuko an idiot.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” From a distance, Katara could hear Grandma Kanna’s voice, “Would you like to stay forever?!” Zuko laughed. “Dinner would be great.”

#zutara #katara #zuko #zutara mulan au #zutara month #my writing #day 2

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crimsonriderstories · 3 years ago

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hunted

Bullets go flying by missing my head by a hair. I must be really lucky or there are bad shots either way i wasn't eager to find out. I unlocked my car and put the suitcase on the passenger seat and drove away bullets hitting the car. I kept driving until I reached a gas station I parked and got out heading towards an old phone booth. I put a quarter in the machine and dialed the number that I pulled from my pocket. I was waiting for the dial tone when a bang from behind made me jump. I turned around to see a man in his late sixty with slicked egg shell coloured hair and navy blue overalls and brown work boots. I didn't mean to frighten you, I just wanted to tell you that phones don't work, however there's one in the shop if you want to use it, he said. I nodded my head and followed the old man into the shop. When I got inside I saw all the shelves were empty. I turned around and asked him what happened.he told me ever since megamart was built his business has suffered so badly he can't even get inventory because megamart has bought up all of the suppliers making it so small business go bankrupt. He opened his mouth to say something but began to cough violently for a couple of seconds before continuing. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bill kirkman extending his left hand. Im maxwell hamilton shaking his hand then i asked him where the phone was he pointed to the back room i thanked him and headed there. When I got to the back there were boxes stacked up in a corner and on the other side of the room a wooden desk and on it was a navy blue phone. Before I could pick up the phone I heard a loud bang coming from the front of the store. I peeked from the curtain to see Bill laying on the ground not moving, covered in his own blood. Standing on the other side of Bill's body stood a tall man wearing a tactical vest and a futuristic helmet carrying a pistol. I recognized the uniform worn by a bounty hunter named viper. I was trapped nowhere to escape too then I remembered there's a back door I saw when I pulled in. not wasting any time i quickly unstacked the boxes until the door was revealed. Rushing to my car and getting in and starting the car, that's when a viper burst from the front door of the store shooting at my car. I backed out of the gas station parking lot. That's when a bullet hit my left shoulder making me crash into the telephone pole on the other side of the gas station.the crash had totaled the back of the car black smoke came out then fire spread. I should have tried to escape but I was hurt too badly to move. As the viper moved closer I thought to myself I need to escape. I can't leave the kaiju formula in the hands of the titan corporation. I knew that I had nothing left. I was going to die but if I drank the formula at least the titan corporation couldn’t use it to make their human weapon.i've made up my mind and used my right hand to open the briefcase revealing a vial of blue liquid with a cork lid. Taking the vial out of the briefcase I unscrewed the cork and drank the liquid. Nothing happened and I could feel myself succumbing to my wound then all of a sudden I felt something bursting from the palm of my right hand crawling up my arm stopping at my shoulder. Before I could react the door of the driver seat of the car got ripped off revealing the viper. He Wasting no time and raising his gun to shoot, I stretched my arm out because that's all I could do before I met my demise. Suddenly before he can pull the trigger a blue ball of energy shoots from the palm of my hand hitting the viper in the chest knocking him back. That's when I noticed that my right arm was now made out of metal. as he tried to get up i looked at my arm which had a screen built into it on the screen there was a button. I pressed the button as soon as I did that more of the stuff came out this time covering my robotic arm then the rest of me turning into red and black armour and helmet. I bust out of the roof of the car now hovering over it for a minute before flying towards the viper knocking him back again and landing after. Viper got back up and lunged towards me as soon as he got i tried to round kicked in the head but he was able to dodge my attack. Then he swapped my leg making me fall to the pavement not wasting time. I started to get up but before I could viper landed a punch to the gut making me stagger for a minute. Viper pulled his gun. I went to tackle him but he shot me in the right shoulder leaving a hole. Pushing the pain and throwing a punch unfortunately I was too slow and he was able to dodge it. I was exhausted. I had to escape but it was useless. He won't stop until I'm dead and I'm unable to beat him or Ration with him because he never talks. Then I remembered what happened when I stretched my arm out so I did the exact same thing but this time instead of a bolt of blue energy it was a beam that shot out. It hit him in the center of his chest, sending the viper flying into a gas pump and exploding. The whole place went up in flames. I got up and walked towards gear city where I will find dr.marty who hopefully has an answer about project kaiju.

The end

#short story #cyberpunk #superhero #horror

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redsky123love · 7 years ago

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Why do you have a Stripper Pole in your Room? Chapter 1: A team and a Pole

"Miraculous for the win!"

Ladybug shouted as she waves her fist in the air with a smile on her face. In front of her was a scared child that was staring up at five teenagers of the rainbow. Seconds later, Paris was cheering the five teens on before they jumped away onto the nearest rooftop. Once on the highest point, that wasn't the tower, the five teens looked at each other with smiles.

"Oh my gosh, that was amazing Ladybug!" Rena Rouge shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Yea, like how you swooped in and wrestle that guys henchmen to the ground was pawesome!" Chat said with hearts in his eyes as he leans over for a hug. Only to be rejected by her gentle hand brushing against his face.

"Thank you, but I couldn't do it without your help." She said as she gives each and everyone a smile as she looks at the indivisual:

"Queen Bee, without your bombs we would have never broken through his force field."

"Oh stop it!" Queen Bee says with a blush. Ladybug's eyes then move to the green hoodied male.

"Coquille dure (Hard-shell in French. I think that's a cool name!) Without your shield-shell, he would have hurt those people." Ladybug said.

"Thanks Bug!" Coquille dure said in a hyper voice. She then turns her head to Rena Rouge.

"Your illusions helped saved the day by tricking him his plan worked." Ladybug said. "Nice thinking at the last minute too by the way."

"Thank you!" She said.

"And my partner since the beginning, thank you so much for…uh…" Ladybug was lost for words since this would be the first time she compliments him. To be honest though, he really didn't do much than just punch him alongside Ladybug. It was helpful, but it wasn't that special.

"Good job on not getting…brainwashed." She said, this made the yellow bee burst into laughter.

"OH MY GOD!" She laughed. Chat Noir crosses his arms over his chest as he stares daggers at the blonde girl. When her eyes made contacted with his, she immediately stops. Then pretends to brush something her shoulder. His green eyes then look over to his princess, they were sad, as if someone had stepped on his tail sad.

"Chat Noir, you and I have been doing this longer than them. You know I appreciate you 100%." She said, this made him form into a sideways, upside-down three. "Although I was a bit suspicious on how you knew how to ride down a pole."

"Practice my lady." Chat said with a smirk.

"You're a pole dancer!?" Ladybug asked.

"That would actually explain your costume." Rena Rouge said with a smirk.

"No, it does not!" Chat said.

"You look like a character from a BDSM hentai comic. The one character that tricks the pretty big breasted girl into going into his basement of sexual torture. And once there, you change into this outfit to violate her in so many ways, to the point she loses all her sense and gives into the painful pleasure. Basically becoming a mindless sex slave." Queen Bee said. Making everyone look at her with an expression of horror and discomfort.

"What the actual living fuck?" Chat asked. You could hear the small hint of fear rolling off his tongue. Coquille dure looks over to Ladybug and scans her a bit. Staring at her somewhat noticeable big pillow's that was her bust. He then looks at Chat for a second before saying:

"Dude…she not wrong though."

"I am not or ever will be a hentai character! Bedside's, Ladybug would probably kick my ass if I were to do that to her! It's a waste of my time!" Chat said. The remaining three slowly backs away from the two blondes in fear for their lives. Rena Rouge leans towards Ladybug and whispers:

"I would watch my back…" She whispers.

"OH COME ON!" Chat shouted. This made Ladybug giggle at his reaction.

"She's just joking, your all joking!" She said, but deep down inside she was like:

Dear god I hope they are joking…

Before anyone could say anything, Ladybug's Miraculous started to beep. Telling the girl it was time to go. Seconds later, the area was being filled with loud beeping sounds coming from all directions.

"TIME TO GO! BREAK!" Ladybug shouted at her teammates. Dismissing all of her comrades before soaring through the skies to get home. Once on her balcony, she changes back into Marinette with a bright pink flash. With her tiny friend floating in the air.

"Another Akuma defeated! I am proud of you Marinette, your such a great leader!" Tikki said with a weak smile as she takes a seat on the wooden rail. The blue haired girl nods her head to her friend's words. But she didn't look too happy, in fact, she looked rather sad.

"What's wrong?" Tikki asked.

"I feel sort of bad about what I said to Chat. You know, when I was giving props to everyone." Marinette said. "Why couldn't I think of anything to say to him."

"Because your use to him and he's already special." Tikki said. "Don't worry Marinette, I am sure Chat noir knows you care for him."

(Adrien)

"SHE THINK'S IM WORTHLESS!"

Adrien shouted in his walk-in closet with tears running down his eyes. The door to his walk-in closet was closed, he was sitting on his knee's in front of a wall he dedicated to Ladybug. No seriously, it was a closet space that he decorated with Ladybug pictures, stuff toys and even Ladybug pattern candles that leaked wax in the shame of a heart. Plagg, for some unknown reason, would lay a doll on the shrine with a pink jacket and ballerina shoes next to the candle.

"Dude she didn't say you were worthless." Plagg said as he lays the doll on the shrine. "Also, I think your crush is going a little too far."

"It's a shrine!"

"It's creepy! Why not be normal and have a picture of her on your phone!?" Plagg asked. Adrien pulls out his phone and show's Plagg the millions of pictures Ladybug…even the hentai fanart of her and Chat.

"What is wrong with you humans and drawing pictures like that! You are children for Christ sakes! And why do you even have those pictures on your phone!?" Plagg shouted.

"It fills the hole of my dreams."

"Those are some perverted dreams." Plagg said in shame. Adrien rolled his eyes before standing up from his position. Getting to his feet, he stretches a bit before looking at the shrine of his beloved Bug.

"Please…give me a sign that our love will happen! Please tell me universe in some form of way that she and I will be one!" Adrien said. And as asked, the universe did send a message. By having the candles are blown out and the doors to the closet shut without the help of no one. The eye's of both Plagg and Adrien widen at the sight of this.

"That some was some mystical shit, man." Plagg said before flying into Adrien's back pocket. The blonde nods his head before quickly walking out of the room. Once he opens his doors, his milky smooth coloring of skin fades to pure white at the sight of his father.

"DADDY!" Adrien shouted in shock.

"Son?" Gabriel asked as he takes a peek at his son walk in closet. Gabriel didn't know about his son's fascination with Ladybug…truthfully he didn't know anything about Adrien.

"Hi…" Adrien said with an awkward smile. Plagg sticks his head out from Adrien's back pocket to listen to this conversation better.

"What were you doing in the closet?" Gabriel asked as an eyebrow raises a bit. Adrien was looking around the room for an excuse to say to his father, but he couldn't come up with one.

"Nothing…" Adrien muttered.

"You expect me to believe you weren't doing anything in the closet beside talking to yourself?" Gabriel growled. He tries to push Adrien to the side, but the young man stops him.

"What are you hiding boy?" Gabriel asked his father.

"I…" Adrien's voice was shaking. But, he came up with something that would keep his dad out of his room. "I was…masturbating."

The blonde boy said, making his father stop in his tracks. He then backs steps out of the closet. Plagg was slowly making his way back into his master pocket. Gabriel just shakes his head in shame before walking into the middle of the room. Adrien closes the door of the closet before walking over to the lonely pole that was near his bed. Gripping the metal, he spins his body around it as he slowly glides down to the ground.

"Adrien, Nat has you down for a shoot at 11 tonight." Gabriel said as he turns his attention to the dust on Adrien's coffee table that was in the middle of his room. Adrien, who was still on the pole for some weird reason. As his father talks, he twists his body around a bit around the pole. He then grips the end before swinging his body in an upwards motion, allowing his legs to dangle past his head. Gabriel turns his body around to look at his son.

"Once done I want you straight…ADRIEN?" Gabriel shouted at his son. Making the blonde male fall to the ground on his back with a loud thump sound. Even Nat heard it from downstairs, she then heard the screams of:

"HOW DID YOU FALL!?" Gabriel shouted.

"I THINK MY HANDS ARE STILL STICKY!" Adrien shouted back at his father. Nat looks up the stairs with a confused expression as the yelling continued.

"WASH YOUR HANDS!" Gabriel shouted.

#mircaulous ladybug #marinette #marinette dupen-chang #adrien #adrien agreste #adrienette #Chloe #nino lahiffe #alya #Gabriel #hawkmoth #Akuma #boredom #old/newest fanfic #plagg #tikki #funny

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deanmiles13 · 5 years ago

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BLUE CHEER (JUST A LITTLE BIT)

My time working with Blue Cheer.

“Bridging the Digital Divide” That’s what I’ve heard it called and much like Evel Knievel, I love to try and bridge that divide. If we have the technology to “Reach out and touch someone” like AT&T said, then we surely must honor the convenience and follow through with furthering a connection, if it calls for it.

Old friends, fellow collectors of Rock and/or Wrestling Icons.They’re all out there to be tapped. Its happened for me....many times!

Here is one such instance where I got off my butt and let my fingers do the walking.

It all began with that show we all know and love, Antiques Roadshow.

The segment had a poster collector, so that had my ear as I continued to read in bed. I love paper and posters and books. Always have since I was a kid and started “collecting” KISS posters. Then my mother threw these all out one winter and I’ve never been the same. I hold onto everything. NEATLY…

But I digress….

A fellow was going through some posters he had on this particular segment and he had some San Francisco Psychedelic posters. That was interesting, BUT the one that caught my ear/eye was a Blue Cheer poster from Tastee-Freez. I was blown away.

THE POSTER THAT STARTED THE WHOLE GYPSY BALL ROLLING....

First of all I LOVE BLUE CHEER and the juxtaposition of BC and Ice Cream was too much. I had to have it. I ran to my Mac G3 and dialed up that modem as fast as it would dial. Early daze… Then I proceeded to Google BC and see what they were up to these days. We all watched that killer Closet Classic on MTV of Summer Time Blues and that is where I fell in love with them.

I sought out the records later in life, but here I was in the 2000’s? and where were they? I found a website and it had a contact for North American management for the band. I just threw out a quick email stating that I was a fan, owned a T-shirt printing company and was more than willing to help out if the EVER needed it.

The NEXT morning, I had an email from Rosalyn, the woman handling them here in the States. See, BC had relocated to Koln Germany and were doing just fine over there and in Japan. They never really stopped. She was so excited that I had reached out. She said the band loves it when their 1%’ers (BC fans) reach out to them, and especially if they offer help. I immediately got together with a friend I had at the White Eagle named Thomas. He was a super chill guy and struggling artist. He had a knack for retro 60’s looking stuff and he was up to the task.

He cranked out a 1% design and a logo and some other stuff. We printed up a variety of sample t-shirts and started the process of sending them to the band via Rosalyn in L.A.

This part got to be a bit tedious so she eventually just gave me Dickie Petersons’ mailing address in Koln. We had a procedure for getting them to him and for getting his feedback (pun intended). In all the back and forth with Rosalyn, she mentioned that “I’m just gonna have to have Dickie give you a call some time! Don’t forget to ask him about the 3 legged dog and the boat!”

I was pretty sure that she was just building me up and stringing me along…

...but she sent me an 8x10 of Dickie and a letter out of the blue.

She also warned me to ignore ex-guitarist Randy Holden. Dickie was and is BC, and no one else represents them. Got it!

THEN, one day at work, I had a call on my old flip phone and the number was a dazzling display of digits. I was like “Who and what the hell could this be?!?!” I answered it and the voice on the other line asked “Dean Miles?”

Uh… yeah! “This is Dickie Peterson of Blue Cheer!”

Holy crap, it was him and I could tell just from his voice. I was stunned but played it cool as a cucumber. Man, if I told you we talked for over an hour and a half, you probably wouldn’t believe me. But we got on like a house on fire. He was so casual and just comfortable with me, that I just kinda did an interview. Of course, I had all sorts of questions outside of the t-shirt we were working on. I don’t really recall the story of the dog and the boat, but he did bring it up without my asking.

I feel okay talking about some of these things because he has passed and so has pretty much anyone he was talking about. He mentioned his addiction issues and how he regretted letting that waste a bunch of his time and money. He said Janis Joplin turned him onto the junk. They were all at practice and she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend Paul (BC drummer). The band had work to do so Dickie objected. She said “Shut up Dickie, and just try this.” He said that was the beginning of the end.

I’m not trying to dish dirt, or re write Rock & Roll history with any of this. Just to share my story. That’s all.

I asked him if he liked “Stoner Rock” and he replied that he was more of a blues guy. Which is totally true. I let him know that tons of bands out there worshipped at the Marshall altar of Blue Cheer. He seemed to like that.

I just have bits of stuff that I remember because it flowed so effortlessly. He was a real cool cat. I picked up the phone at the shop and talked for a bit, closed up, drove home (talking still), got home, walked in and mouthed to Darcy

“IM ON THE PHONE WITH DICKIE PETERSON!!! and we continued to talk.

By the end of our talk, he offered to put us up in Koln at their rehearsal spot. He gave me his phone number and address. I mean, Damn!!! Old School!!!

One of the coolest things I wanted to impart on you from our phone call was the 1%er thing. I asked him about that and the “Biker” connection, and he proceeded to tell me this story…

“You know, we were playing a gig way back in the day and it was a biker rally. Shit broke out and so did the guns. We dove under our truck that we brought all the gear in. Man, when the dust settled and we got back out from under there, we had holes and shit shot in our brand new amps. I was pissed and started to stomp around asking who was in charge here. Well, the biggest, baddest looking cat steps forward. I stood my ground and politely explained we had just bought the amps and we can’t work if we don’t have gear. He looks at me and says ‘How much do think they cost to replace?’ I gave him a figure and without hesitation he starts peeling hundreds off a money roll from his pocket. He says ‘Is that fair?’ I said ‘more than fair’. He just went back to hashing it out with the other club president that they had just gotten into it with. We loaded up and got the hell outta there. Let me tell you one thing though, a lot of people call those dudes outlaws and whatnot, but I’ll tell you the only people who stole from me were in 3-piece suits. Those outlaws were righteous when I needed them. The only OUTLAWS I know wear 3 piece suits.”

WORD!!!

Another cool thing that happened with this was I shop at a local record store called Vinyl Resting Place. Toby, the owner, has a bulletin board up and at the top is an OLD Blue Cheer picture of them playing outside to like 20 people behind some apartments. I would always just stare at this picture and wonder about the scene that day.

Well, the whole t-shirt thing was happening so I explained it to Toby and asked if I could borrow the picture for an hour. I wanted to go home, scan it and share it with the band. He had no problem with this. I sent it to Dickie and he couldn’t recall anything. He just remarked at the hair cuts and busted sticks on the ground. I was hoping they would get a kick out of it and circulate it on the site or something. No dice….

Fast forward to 2007 and BC is touring the States. I immediately start in on the promoter here in Portland and Rosalyn for a back up. My band at the time (Legend of Dutch Savage) has GOT to play this one. We actually secured an opening slot and couldn’t have been happier.

The ads hit the paper and our name is there. It’s really happening. I can thank Dickie for the call and meet him in person. Maybe even secure the t-shirt for the tour?!?!

I knew I shouldn’t expect too much….

The shirt thing was a no-go because they already had that in the works. Rosalyn was in L.A. and could get them done dirt cheap.

Okay, cool… We still got the gig.

NOPE…. some friends had just started a band named Red Fang and they were invited to play the show. At first we all were on the show, but somewhere along the line Dutch Savage got bumped from the bill. Probably so it was just 2 openers.

Hell of a bill…

Meanwhile, I was crushed. I have opened for tons of great bands but that’s about the only success I’ve enjoyed in my 35+ years as a working musician. Records, tours and the usual bull that a band goes through is all well & good, but when you get a slot playing on the same stage on the same night as your musical heroes, it just makes it all worth it.

I’ve played shows with Roky Erickson, Hawkwind, Dead Moon, Steel Pole Bath Tub, White Stripes and on & on.

I was bummed beyond belief and just refused to deal with the whole night. I didn’t go to the show, didn’t go meet Dickie and didn’t drag my drums out on stage. I just sat home and moped. The scene was moving on, and no matter how tight we had it nailed for that show, we still got the shaft. No biggie. Dusted myself off and kept moving. Aint no cure…

I don’t really have many regrets in life but not going down to Dante’s that night is one of them.

I should have gotten over my self-entitled ego and just went down there. I will never forgive myself for blowing off the opportunity to meet the guy who took time to call ME to chat and just be a cool dude. I’m sorry Dickie!!! I know you had to leave this earth not too long after this gig, but the music lives on my brother. Always has/Always will.

Like a true bluesman.

FROM WIKIPEDIA:

On October 12, 2009, Peterson died in Germany after the development and spread of prostate cancer. After Peterson's death, longtime Blue Cheer guitarist Andrew MacDonald wrote on the group's website that "Blue Cheer is done. Out of respect for Dickie, Blue Cheer (will) never become a viable touring band again.". Under ten years later, in January 2019, drummer Paul Whaley died of heart failure.

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cafephan · 8 years ago

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dan and phil play golf with friends #2: a summary

DanandPhilGames caddy lads "you loved it, you were like yes the golf lifestyle, i'm wearing expensive polo shirts i'm sipping an overpriced drink, im nattering with the business fellows and hitting that ball" says dan whilst well in the knowledge most of us are shut away in our bedrooms in our pyjamas with not a penny to our name and sipping on tap water "so we're here in the dan and phil golf club and there is a certain dress code, dan" i like to take this as phil foreshadowing the beautiful fashion choices dan is making during this singapore trip even though he clearly isn't foreshadowing anything moment of appreciation for the singapore trip's outfit choices tho please moment over thirty three seconds in we get the first fond glance, hopefully the first of many "the only short sleeved short i have is creased, phil" the look that he's giving phil reeaaalllyyy makes me wonder how it got creased... "i don't care, just go get it on" says phil the fashion meister helllooooo moth shirt my favourite my best friend my one true love "we had green shit in our hair for like three hours after we put these on" who needs context amirite "dan thought i threw these away but no i've been secretly hiding them" ok but how is that so domestic "look how erect my flag is today" / "list of things you should like never say again...." (unless they're off camera to me) ((i finished the quote that the jumpcut edited out)) "you know the rules. we can only do one dan vs phil per game" is that a rule? have they said that before? okay sure let's roll with it they're playing for the burger socks from a few liveshows ago "i ordered this for a friend but they sent two" sure phil a company would clearly go out of their way to send two of the same product meaning they'd be out of profit,,, your friend definitely didn't just give them back to you "do i want to eat them or wear them?" i'm certain that this is not the first time that sentence has come out of dan's mouth "are you excited by that? do you want that? on your feet?" / "i so want the cheese on my foot." *jumpcut* *phil says literally one word and dan is already grinning at him* f o n d "this is something to watch like a sport, and enjoy like a sport" unless you're making a summary of this video meaning you have to rewind every two seconds thanks phil "lingering banter... just enjoy the time between jokes" *both giggle like the dorks they are* "you liked the last one, so strap yourselves in for some golf" "we need to customise our balls" can dan go one gaming vid without dragging tumblr like i go through all of this effort for you pls don't drag me you little curly haired shit "[about the colour of his ball] i would call that moonlight dolphin" dan has gone for plain white this time does this represent him emotionally who knows at the time of filming i like symbolism and connotations they're fun "oh my gosh, it's like... goodness has returned" phil why are you so cute "i'm calling our room dogs9000 today" / "very appropriate" first of all why is it appropriate second of all is that what they called their room on the tour bus "stop. they just do what they want. stop telling them what to do." / "i guess that's valid. i'm sorry, butterflies, you do you." "i'm like so oasis right now" "ancient egypt is my favourite historical period so i'd like to delve into there" i think i've found the next fic trend why are they using the chatroom when their chairs are literally touching and from the front angle it looks as if their hands are too "my pole is so tall you can't even see the flag" again my gut instinct is that it isn't the first time those words have come out of phil's mouth "... and other sentences that phil will never say again" (unless they're off camera to me) ((i finished his quote for him again he should pay me for this)) "beginnu" / "golf it up" dan has more fluidity in his hand movements than phil does take what you will from that information "here we go" / "here we golf" tag urself "oh you're inside my ball again" / "we're already freaking out inside each other" *phil laughs a lot and grins then followed by a mysterious jumpcut* "bit too much power for danny there" dan is already being a sore loser but he can't help but be all smiley that phil is all smiley and jokey phil cheers him on still "if i can get it in now, it'll be okay" i've said it once and i'll say it again... definitely not the first time those words have been said by danny boy they clean up the whole two computer debacle "i'm deceived by the curves" joint vibing and dancing to the music "you're in africa the hole is in antarctica" mister geography "you absolute cheeky little twit" a new addition to the list of fond insults from dan to phil sore loser dan continues to thrive phil manages to screw up literally the easiest shot in the world??? i love you boy but oh how you suck at this game and now dan is smiling again what a sadistic lil tot "welcome to the land of pain and misery" thanks dan for my new bio dan's lovely lady gaga rendition gets cut short by a jumpcut wtf give me the good stuff i deserve it oh he finished the rendition what a pair of lungs on that kid *phil definitely says 'oh shit'* "i didn't swear then" yes you did just accept your potty mouth perfect opportunity to kick the old branding to the curb a girl can dream ok "oh you're going to be stuck for ten hours, phil, how is this going to go" "i can't even see myself... oh i went in" seriously how many times in one video can my gut instinct tell me dan's said these sentences before in his lifetime "the power of wobbling knocked me in" "that felt good to me" "my lovely philly lumps, check 'em out" what a beautiful rendition phil i would buy it on itunes / "...things you should never say again, volume twelve" cocky dan strikes again "you okay there?" / "i'm feeling very emotional about this" "par? more like cheat" / "that's par for the course" please stop talking over each other this summary takes long enough as it is without having to rewind ten times "oh we're the same now" / "now we're even" / "i was so happy with my lead" / "guess we're going to have to cut our feet in half" / "yeah..." *phils cute laugh* "that's obviously just saying go for it... but how much power?" / "smack it" i imagine this is phil's outlook on life six minutes fifty four seconds in... rip headphone users "we're gonna take like eleven goes at this" not if you both strikeout, my guy "this is so much harder than the last one" phil please don't make this too easy for me "please release us from this hell" i'd like to thank the universe for the occasional slivers of dan skin we see through the gaps in his shirt buttons "i'll happily sit here for three and a half hours now whilst phil gets it in" ... oh come on it's definitely not the first time he's said that sentence drinking game: take a shot every time they say 'yes' or 'yeah' that'll get you drink awfully quick "get out of my zone! stop touching me!" / "knock. knock." stop talking over each other please i beg of you "i'll touch you when i please..." okay dan you are aware of the camera pointing at you right phil's reaction is all of us at dan just saying that sentence "... don't say that again" (unless it's off camera to me) ((now i'm apparently finishing phil's sentences for him, he should pay me too)) "i'm so sorry for this whole video" ty dan cocky dan is here to stay, it seems like dan got so cocky that he fucked up i love life "that's what you get for being cocky!" i love phil "i'm out of strokes? that's how bad i was?" i don't know why my gut instinct is telling me phil's said that before but... anyway "you are now... eight over my score, phil." look at dans hands he's dying to do a mr burns impression and say excellent "that was a mystery adventure if i ever saw one" "*sigh* oh phil" "phil, phil, dear me" in all the videos of this game i've watched before nobody managed to make that pillar shot and yet dan does it on his first try...... sure okay "king of golf. yes." / "shush" phil made it too yay "guys if you're feeling like i'm just going to lose, i'm really going to try from now on" he looked at the camera like he meant it *dan looks over* "phil's gonna take this so seriously. no more bants, just solid golf seriousness" dan do you just stop listening to yourself when you talk "solid whacking" / "okay in the list of things that are serious, saying 'solid whacking', that's- that's not up there" *dan two seconds later* "so i'm just gonna whack it" "boom... slide... crack" i'm not even trying to analyse that "how would anakin do this" "i was using the force! did you see?" / *dan smiles fondly* "no i didn't" "if you whack me over the edge i'm going to bury you alive" "shit fucking wank fuck" "how did you get that wrong?" i'm still asking that question to phil about that other hole dan i feel you "that was sexual" / "that was the most erotic math based experience i've ever had" / "i liked that" "the skateboarding teenager inside me wants to go back and do this" / "could skateboarding teenage phil ever have skated around that?" / "he would have said that he could do it, but he would've fallen off... and hit his head" / "it's the trying that counts" "oh philly philly two whack" the game either wants phil to win and keeps sabotaging dan, dan wants phil to win and he keeps sabotaging himself, or dan is just that bad at the game he keeps fucking up i'd put my money on the latter "i want to have children with this course" first of all there will be fics of this and i will turn over in my grave, secondly poor janice :( "shitty fuck no i need to be in a straight line" "i wouldn't trust that with a barge pole" king of the english language "miss miss" phil being the ever supportive best friend "lara croft would... love this" "remember that you owe me two strokes" / *sassily* "no i don't" / "yeah you do, the game broke" / "that's-that's your fault" / *laughs* "no it's not!" this is literally the conversation that defines their friendship and it is beautiful "he's the one that's trolling me by stopping my ball" dan pls "i'm going in" / "do it, phil" you're just making it too damn easy for me "i would watch golf on tv if phil commentated it" dan you would watch anything that phil was even remotely involved with dan the sore loser back again dan is doing some kind of animal impression and if sounds as if it's a bird in heat or something "you wanna say that's not count (*literally dan wtf*) see the comments. they'll be- they'll be ju-thirsty for justice." not considering you drag us every chance you get you lil shit #teamphil also dan is tumbling over his words so much this video is he okay dan makes up a stupid penalty for phil to do because the game apparently hates him but in reality he just sucks, and phil goes along with it because he's phil how the hell did dan manage to jump over the high wall "i just left clicked and i bobbed.. i wasn't supposed to bob" "that's definitely not in- okay you did it" oooh one point difference "oh i didn't get some dinghy time then" "how ya doin? nice to see you there" "believe in the power" "you did a much more satisfying one than me" "your non-gender specific caddy gimp would need to be fanning you..." / "caddy gimp?" / "yeah" / "i'd just want them to put me on a camel, give me a pina colada, play golf for me... and i'd just be like this on my laptop" we all know phil loves his pina colada *wink wink* "... yeah that's the dream" well we know dan's opinion on pina colada don't we *wink wink* "leona lewis would hate you" shots fired "yes i did just cheat by looking at your bar" / "you can't look at my bar!" / "oh well i just did!" cocky dan back with his questionable sounds "he's thinking about how tasty your ball is right now" "yes sphinx daddy, let's go" "climbing inside the pyramid vagina" "you've got a mystical glow about you" "you're kind of ruining the vibe" "look how much you're illuminating the whole" dan the cocky sod literally looks like a child rn "i don't know what's happening but i'm excited by it" did phil just channel his inner chandler from friends bc that is all too similar to the chandler quote "tease it in" / "never say that again" "that deserves extra points that was incredible" proud bf phil "ooh toasty ball" they're helping each other along aw "i mean fuck the dan vs phil board... this is a prize worth playing for" *dan shakes the burger socks* the game broke so they restarted it and they now have the same score wooow "this is not how god wanted it but this is what's happening" phil says as he takes his two shot penalty "i don't think, erm, if god does exist, in any form, that He would give a shit about this game, phil" / "i think he would" dan gives phil a full rundown on his math-based plan "you copied my strats!" "let me just sniff these socks" / "ew" "are you more of a leftie or a rightie?" / "i'm gonna be... rightie as that is what i write with" rip all you leftie philgirls "how do you know? you don't know left and right" bloody hell dan calm down "it's a bridge to cleopatra's bedroom" *phil lands on the pyramid* "is he wearing any underwear?" "everyone who doesn't know math right now is just like... whirring with calculations right now" actually i'm just sat here typing this so screw you howell you don't know me "i'm just going to max power it over here" did anyone else think of the simpsons? when homer changes his name? anyone at all? okay then "that means i win!" phil shouts enthusiastically and claps his hands together phil continues to clap it ends as a draw!!!! "so does that mean we've gotta share the socks?" "i want the cheese- i want the lettuce" phil bless you "it'll be like those people that get like best friend necklaces that complete each other except for us it's burger socks." *modelling the socks* "look at those dank socks" "the best bit is when you went through the sphinx's mouth and when you went through the uterus" they'd be up for another vid yes please i need one!!!!!! n e e d!!! the twilight course would be next "now we're gonna pick the green stuff out of our hair... go on phil, groom me like a monkey" dan. "get that moss out" seriously. dan. danisnotsandy auterusphil (which of them did this) also phil pretended to eat whatever he just supposedly groomed from dans head okay eventful video.

#THIS TOOK SO LONG TO DO WHAT THE FUCK #sorry this is so long but also not sorry #hope you enjoy #gaming vid summaries

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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what ifs; adam page [four]

Notes:

And this is part four. And again, I swear.. I will be updating this as soon as I can get myself to focus and do it. [ part three ] if you missed it, I got you. I swear the angst will be lifting slightly. I mean it’s not going away completely just yet, but maaaybe there’s some fluffy stuff ahead.

Summary:

In the last chapter, a confrontation. And in this chapter, maybe Adam finds himself going to check on Ivy. But he’s totally over her, right? Perhaps..

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ivy Barlow

Warnings:

alcohol tw. angst. sexual tension.

Header made by me. Images found on google. If you didn’t make it, don’t claim it.

“ I thought I asked you to send the rest of my things, Ty…” Ivy rubbed her forehead, glaring at the phone when Ty immediately began to list all the other things he’d been busy doing with his time and then had the audacity to ask her if she were coming back anytime soon.

As if her breaking off their engagement, like everything else she told him or wanted, went right in one ear and out the other. The thought had Ivy rolling her eyes bitterly and her jaw clenched when he asked why she didn’t just come back to Florida to get her things.

“Because I’m done with Florida. I told you, Ty. We’re through. I won’t be changing my mind, you won’t talk me into coming back. Send my stuff or I’m going to get a lawyer.” Ivy didn’t even have the strength to deal with his shit tonight, she’d had a long enough day already.

… A certain cowboy from the farm across the pasture being everywhere you turned and having something to say about every breath you take doesn’t help… Ivy thought to herself as she hung up the phone while Ty was still on a tangent, trying to plead his side of things and make her feel as if she were being selfish and unreasonable for leaving to come back and take care of her family when she was needed. Or for ending things with him when he refused to even consider coming back with her. That wasn’t the action of someone who loved her or had her best interest at heart.

A lot of things she might have been, but idiot she wasn’t. She had more sense than to stick around with Ty when Ty was already trying to pull shit like this before the ink was even dry on their marriage certificate.

The phone rang again in her hands and she threw it onto the counter. Constance looked up and over at her from the dining table where she was helping Jenny and Jake with their homework for the night, a concerned and questioning look.

All Ivy could do was sigh and shrug. “I swear to God. I know how to pick ‘em.”

“He ever send the rest of your stuff?”

“Hell no, and I have my teaching license and other documents I need. They’re not even lettin me start teachin at the elementary until I have those on file. Fuckin fucker. He’s doin it on purpose. Well, it ain’t gonna work. I talked to somebody earlier and they told me how to get copies of all that stuff…” Ivy swore and picked up a piece of garlic bread, taking an aggressive bite as she flopped onto the high backed stool, resting her head against her hands. “He’s pulling his usual shit. I swear, you’d think at some point, he’d grow the fuck up. How the hell did I not realize how immature he was when I was with him?”

“What’s ‘at? His usual shit, I mean..” Constance questioned, eying her sister expectantly, waiting on an answer, concerned. They’d lost touch so naturally, Constance barely knew this guy Ty that her sister had been about to marry beyond a very brief and unimpressive meeting at a family holiday dinner at her mother’s house. The last one Constance bothered attending.

My own fault we lost touch, Constance thought to herself bitterly as she listened to her sister, worried that the situation might be more than Ivy was letting on.

“Where he digs in his heels and keeps blowing hot air up my ass. Trying to make me feel like I’m being selfish or childish. Trying to convince me that I don’t mean it when I say I’m done. Whoo… he’s got a surprise coming to him because I mean every word I said.”

“Ain’t a real bright one, is he? You need somebody to talk to him?”

Ivy snickered and eyed her 5’2 sister. “That’d be about like me trying to do that for your ex husband Jasper.”

“Well, you did, remember?” Constance pointed out the fact that Ivy had stood toe to toe with her former husband on many occasion back when the guy was drunk and angry and at his worst and scaring her to death.

“Pfft. I tried, you mean.” Ivy took the beer her sister held out, popping the top off against the counter and taking a long sip before finishing, “ But no. Sooner or later, Ty is gonna realize I’m not comin back and then he’ll move on. Then he’ll send my shit. Or worse case, I’ll go back for a few days and get the police to go out to the apartment with me and get it my damn self. It’ll be fine. I can just get replacements of all the documents I need, like I said.”

“You don’t think he’ll show up here and try startin anything, right?” Constance asked, again in concern for her sister’s well being.

“Oh, he damn well better not.” Ivy said it quick, shaking her head and adding with a laugh, “Nah. He looks down on this town, always talkin about me being better or something. Doubt he’d dare stepping foot here.”

“Yeah, I kind of felt like he was one of those snooty types when you bought him to Momma’s that time.”

“Ugh, do not remind me. And naturally, Momma loved him.” Ivy laughed and Constance laughed too, sighing as she shook her head. “That should’ve been my first sign to run for the fuckin hills, Connie.”

“Yeah, it really should’ve.”

“It’s been nice being home.” Ivy admitted after a few seconds, smiling at her sister. “Even if a certain guy’s made it his personal mission to tear into me for as much as breathing.”

“I wish you two would just talk.”

“There is no talking to that stubborn ass! You know how he is!” Ivy grumbled, hands moving a mile a minute as she proceeded to launch off on what Constance thought was entirely too passionate of a tangent for anyone who claimed to be ‘over’ their old high school sweetheart. She almost called Ivy on it, but she kept it to herself.

Ivy caught sight of the time and stood, making her way upstairs to get ready to go in for her shift at the club.

And the entire time she was showering, she found herself doing it again and again… replaying old memories back in her head and wondering what might have been if she hadn’t left.

By the time she shut off the shower, she was fully irritated and had no one to blame but herself.

XXX

“If you don’t care, why are you goin out there, man?” Rusty chuckled as he asked the question, preparing for Adam’s death glare. He wasn’t disappointed, either. “Don’t give me that look, man.”

“You know how that place is, Rusty.” Adam looked over at the other man and shrugged. “I might not care anymore, but I ain’t heartless. I don’t want… Nevermind.” Adam trailed off, sighing and shaking his head. He’d been trying to talk himself out of going to that damn hole in the wall club all afternoon and he hadn’t managed to yet.

“Yeah, I get it. I don’t blame you man. You want somebody to come with?”

“Nah. I think I can handle any of those fuckin jerks who always go there. Most of ‘em are drunks anyway.” Adam shrugged it off, avoiding his friend’s look as he said it, taking a long pull from the amber colored longneck bottle sitting on the wooden fence rail beside him. Mostly to change the subject and get it off of the mental images that talking about Ivy’s little night job bought up every time he thought about it, - the way Ivy writhed around on that stage, the way she gracefully slipped up and down the pole and that fucking wink she’d given him the night he’d caught her there, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, didn’t see the danger or problem in that particular club at all, Adam cleared his throat and nodded to the newest horse his father had purchased. “Reckon we’ll be able to break ‘im before I get back on the road.”

“Yeah, probably. He’s not the worst of the horses your old man’s bought n’ had us out here breakin in for him.”

“Yeah, speak for yourself. Bastard tried to throw me earlier. Me… The horse whisperer.” Adam chuckled at his joke and Rusty shrugged. “Maybe all that celebrity shit on tv’s makin you lose your little talent, buddy.”

“Hey! Watch your mouth. I’m still the same guy. I didn’t go off and change everything.”

“Like someone else we know?” Rusty couldn’t resist it and Adam grumbled, tensing all over. Rusty smirked to himself and shook his head. Ivy’s name didn’t even have to be mentioned to make Adam cranky.

That was the surest sign of all that contrary to what Adam insisted to anyone who might listen that his feelings for Ivy were far from ‘water under the bridge’. And that closure might not be a bad thing for either of them.

“Ya had to go there, didn’t ya?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said what you did first, Adam.”

“It’s true though!” Adam insisted, glaring across the pasture to the Bar Low.

“Whatever you say, man.. Look. If you need me tonight, call. Even if it’s just to take your drunk ass home. I don’t mind.”

Adam waved his hands, shaking his head at Rusty. “Nah. I got it handled. All I’m going to do is sit and have a beer or two, watch out and make sure it don’t get too rough.”

“And you say you don’t care…”

“I don’t.”

“You’re a doofus, Adam.”

“Go home to your woman, Rust. It’s gettin late.”

XXX

The door to the dressing room opened and the club owner - an older guy named Merle, peeked in. “We need a dancer on the main stage. Regular girl just got sicker n’ shit in one ‘f the bathrooms.”

Ivy’s eyes darted around the room, peering at the other girls. She hadn’t been here long enough to even think about offering herself up for the main stage but apparently, none of the other girls around her were even remotely interested in a main slot. “I can do it. I mean… I have a lot of experience dancin.”

Merle eyed her as if he were sizing her up and grumbling to himself, Merle shrugged. “Reckon you’ll do, Mary Sue.”

“My name is Ivy.”

“Is it now?” Merle gave her a humorless smirk as he nodded to the door. “You’re on, mary sue.”

“Again, sir… My name is Ivy.”

“Whatever, darlin. It’s too much hassle t’ try and keep names and faces straight with all of ya, woman. Now are you gonna go out and shake your ass or are you gonna argue cemantics all night?”

Ivy took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, starting towards the door.

Merle chuckled to himself and shook his head. The crowd was gonna eat that poor girl alive because the main stage was notorious for being the actual ‘skin show’. “She’ll learn t’ keep her mouth shut, I guess.”

Ivy barely had time to slip the platinum blonde wig down over her own hair before they started to play ACDC so she paused at the thick crimson velvet curtain and took a second to do so. Also to collect herself.

“Okay, I can do this. This is a smaller crowd than the club I danced in durin college in Florida. Easy peesy..” Ivy trailed off mid thought as soon as she peered through the curtain and saw just how rowdy the patrons of the club were out in the main stage area.

“TITTIES.”

“C’MON, MAN… WE GON SEE SOME SKIN TONIGHT?”

Ivy gulped and bit her lip. Yeah, she thought to herself, I may have bitten off more than I can chew here. They’re used to seeing full on skin shows and I am… Not about that life. I mean, yeah, I know what I’m doing when it comes to shakin my ass…

“Yer crowd is waitin, woman.” Merle appeared beside her, barely hiding a snort of laughter and shoving Ivy right out onto the stage.

Towards the back, Adam’s eyes fixed on the center stage the second the booing started. The second he realized Ivy was out there, hands moving over her body real slow, teasing at taking off articles of clothing, the grip on his longneck bottle got a lot tighter and he took a few ragged breaths. He tried to look somewhere else, anywhere but the center stage, but it was true what they said about watching a train wreck or any other disaster… Not that her dancin like that is anything close to bad, Adam found himself thinking, just what the hell makes ‘er take center stage if she’s not gonna get naked? - the thought had him chuckling just a little to himself, mostly to keep from focusing on his body’s betraying reaction to the way she crawled across that stage, ass going up and down, hips swaying side to side. When her hands went for the barely there black crop top, he nearly choked on the beer in his hand as soon as he’d taken a sip.

The thin black cloth settled onto the head of some guy sitting right up front and Adam growled to himself when that man thought it’d be funny to try reaching out to smack a handful of Ivy’s ass when she was bent over in front of him, hands wandering all over her body. Adam was on his feet and shoving closer to the whole thing before he even realized it or bothered to stop himself. As soon as it sank in, he leaned against a thick wooden post near the bar and did his best to stay out of sight.

Last thing he wanted was Ivy to know he was here. She’d probably just try to use it against him somehow.

His eyes fixed intently on Ivy as she finished her dance and as she practically fled from the stage, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself and shake his head.

… well, least I know she ain’t completely changed… he thought to himself as he made his way out into the parking lot, heading towards his truck just to attempt getting himself some air and walking it off before venturing back inside.

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I do love to dip into the SL Reddit, I post my blogs there, much to the disgust of some of the patrons and I also like to read the threads posted. Many of them are asking for advice on where to get something or how to solve a problem. Some of them are pure gold. I was there just now reading a discussion where the OP had asked what the weirdest/wildest experience you ever had in SL was.

It really got me thinking and quite honestly, some of the answers I read were so much wilder and nuttier than anything I can come up with but I’m going to have a go, here and now.

At AAi (rest in peace) we’d put a set into events and it was attended by loads of people including Limey Linden who simply hopped onto the pole and boogied the night away. Limey was a British guy living in the US and, obviously, working for Linden Labs. He was a strange black shaped avatar. In fact, I do somewhere have a picture of him on the pole, but I can’t find it anywhere – I think this was in 2009.

Here’s a pic of him taken by someone else, Tim Deschanel

Another time, I was out shopping and a guy IM’d me and asked me if he could be my slave. He was very polite and nice, but I explained I didn’t really have a use for a slave. He enumerated the various ways in which he could be helpful, how he wouldn’t expect anything in return and all that. I said I had a partner who wouldn’t like me having a er… pet man. He said he would help Thom out too if he wanted. I was just about to close him down and he said something that nearly, almost worked… “I could sort your inventory out for you, however you wanted. I would spend hours and days on sorting it if that’s what you wanted?” Oh I was so tempted, soooo tempted, but figured giving my password to a stranger however polite he was might be a bad idea.

And then there was another oddness, one of the few I can actually recall anyway (I’ve a short memory and let’s face it, SL strangeness becomes normal) was the religious nut. This person went through a phase of IMing me for a few months with the hellfire that my local Methodist church had neglected to instill in me all those years ago. Apparently, I – along with many of you – will be burning in hell for all eternity for the transgressions we commit with our pixel selves (he must have been spying for some time).

And finally, finally, I’m going to have to be a wee bit vague, because this one involves someone still in SL for sure. I managed a club before we had AAi and I was there along with the DJ playing at the time, a lovely girl called Plava. Plava originated in a country which was at war with another country. A guy who ran a very big group used to promote sets at clubs arrived for the set and apparently, he was from the other country in conflict. They had a rather large row about it and he left.

That shoulda been that, but…

When I next came to send a notice in that group, I found I couldn’t. I notecarded the guy and explained. No response. I asked Thom to contact him on my behalf and explain, no response. I asked the person who owned the club to intervene, she did and he replied he’d taken away my notice sending rights and blocked me. No mention of why.

Some time later, I was talking to another club owner (Alex at Alt7) and she mentioned this guy, I told her what had happened and she said, but that’s nuts. I’ll talk to him, he seems to like me. She got in touch and he spoke to her about it. Apparently, although his English isn’t great, the reason for my (now 10-year blocking) is that I started the war in Vietnam, it’s my fault. This is, of course, despite the fact the Vietnam war thankfully ended in 1975 when I was just a twinkle.

She tried to impress upon him that it simply could NOT be the case, but he was having none of it and replied something along the lines of ‘It’s people like her that start all the wars’, as if to say that if I hadn’t started that particular one, I was sure to be responsible for one of them!

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So… what’s the strangest thing/weirdest thing/wildest thing you’ve ever had happen to you in SL? Please tell me all! ❤

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The Cynful Laced Up Top and Corset Set is available right now at C88 for those of you with a few linden dollars burning a hole in their pockets. You can enjoy a perfect fit of this top if you have a Maitreya Lara or a Belleza Freya, Isis or Hourglass body. You can change details like the corset colour, the laces and even the metal colour of the eyes. Nice!

I paired it with my fave Frida shorts from Thalia Heckroth, I don’t blog for them but hey… I might consider it if they asked me nice :D. Seriously, they’re super cute shorts and they fit well. Sometimes it’s nice to have something that skims the curves rather than clings to them.

The hair, OMG, the hair. Aside from my beloved KoKoLoReS, .Shi is perhaps my favourite SL hair designer. They’re always so quirky and stylish. I feel 110% more cool in a .Shi hair.

Also, I hate to rub it in but I’m wearing Pure Poison shoes again which I did pick up in the flash sale that is no longer on for 10 L$. However, these cutie shoes can be yours for the very reasonable price of 99 L$. Not at all shabby!

Here’s the jigging for the rigging… let’s enjoy my rather muted attempt at Sia’s Elastic Heart.

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Strangest thing to happen in Second Life? I do love to dip into the SL Reddit, I post my blogs there, much to the disgust of some of the patrons and I also like to read the threads posted.

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