#medium distance is a BITCH

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i just finished ofmd season two and GOD i miss my gf

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the real reason i don't kin is because it's all the same guy copy and pasted over and over

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Your Price (Joel Miller x F!Reader) 18+

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, smut, alcohol, prostitution, dirty talk, daddy kink, pet names, rough blowjobs, cumplay, grinding, overstimulation, size kink, creampie, unprotected sex, negative attitude towards sex work, rude grumpy joel

Wordcount: 4k

Even from a distance, you could sense the ever-present air of grumpiness that exuded from Joel Miller’s being. And it made your heart beat faster. He sat alone at the bar, his narrowed eyes fixed on the glass of whiskey in his hand. He only ever raised his head to flag down the bartender for more. 

Since his arrival in the community last month, you’d heard plenty of gossip about the man. That he was a dangerous smuggler, having committed unspeakable acts of violence - and not just for survival-

And that he was cold to even those who had reached out and tried to help him settle in-

 And that he seemed to revel in his reputation as a tough, unapproachable man, only ever softening for that daughter who “wasn’t actually his daughter.”

“Ungrateful son of a bitch,” Your friend had described him in a huff after a particularly unpleasant encounter down at the stables, “He’s damn lucky that Tommy is his brother…”

But all the rumors did was fuel your curiosity and crush. There was an undeniable allure about the mysterious older man. The combination of his rugged looks and the intimidating energy surrounding him made him undeniably attractive to you, drawing you in despite the barriers he put up. On the third fill of his glass, you decided it was your chance to approach him. 

You sauntered over across the busy saloon, taking a seat beside him. Not a shred of acknowledgment upon his face as you cleared your throat, leaning in slightly. 

“Hey cowboy,” You smiled, taking a sip of your drink, letting it fuel your determination.

Joel turned his head to glance at you, his eyebrow raised but his expression remained guarded. 

“Mind if I-”

“M’not interested.” His low voice shut you down and he turned back to his whiskey.

You felt a pang of frustration at his immediate dismissal. But you also felt another kind of pang, one that settled deep down within you as you finally got a close-up look at the man. His features were weathered, with grey patches in his beard and lines of experience framing his eyes. It made you wonder what all he had seen out beyond the walls of Jackson where you’d spent most of your life.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” You maintained your composure, smirking at him.

“I know who y’are, what you do,” He grumbled, still not facing you.

“Do you?” You questioned, curious as to what exactly he knew. It was true you had a bit of an… “arrangement” going on with some of the men in the community. You were a pretty girl who liked attention, and in a town where bartering was the new monetary medium, what was wrong with receiving a little… “compensation” for your time? You had no shame, it was a win-win for all involved.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his jaw clenched even more and his thumb and index finger met the bridge of his nose, sighing in annoyance.

“Long day?” Not one to give up easily, you egged him on.

“Long week. S’Why I’m here. Trying to relax.” He punctuated the end of his sentence by setting the glass down and glaring at you. 

“And how is that working out for you?” He watched as you swiveled your bar stool towards his, stretching your long legs out and crossing one over the other, giving him your full attention. The way his eyes flickered to the exposed skin on your thigh where your dress rode up didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, it ignited something in you.

“Was workin’ real nicely till you interrupted.” You were indeed beginning to understand why he was so disliked.

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, “Because you were lookin’ real lonely over here to me.”

Joel scoffed.

“But maybe I could help you.”

“Help?” He frowned.

“With relaxing,” You teased, leaning in a little closer, “I’m good at that kind of thing.”

You maintained his eye contact as you slowly wrapped your lips around the straw of your cocktail. You swore you could see redness bloom on the apples of his cheeks when he shook his head. The craving was building, you wanted to see this man come undone.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” He murmured under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear over the rowdy Friday night crowd.

You shrugged innocently, turning your stool back to face the bar. You began to wonder if he really was as impossible to crack as everyone said. But he was still sitting so close that you could feel his body heat against your right side. And you could smell the leather of his worn jacket. You swallowed hard as the two of you sat in silence. Just as you were about to excuse yourself and give up for the night, he cleared his throat.

“How much?” Joel asked quietly and you felt your eyes narrow in disbelief, surely you’d misheard him.

“Hm?” 

“Your price.” Oh? Oh. Your heart slammed against the walls of your chest.

“Oh really?” You couldn’t control the teasing grin that spread across your face, you had Joel Miller right where you wanted him, “Now you’re interested?”

“Forget it,” He muttered and went to stand.

“Hey, wait,” You reached for his arm, eyes shining bright with delight, “Yours or mine?”

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You passed by Joel’s home most days on your walks to the greenhouse or the stables. You'd always hoped to catch a glimpse of him out on the porch, sometimes talking with Ellie, sometimes strumming a guitar. Though you’d never spoken to either, it always felt like you were being let in on a little secret, getting to see just a glimpse of who Joel was underneath that cold exterior.

And now here you were, standing on that very porch, following him inside. It was tidy aside from a few pairs of boots and some comic books strewn about. Better than you were expecting for a single father and a teenager.

“Your kid out for the night?” You'd asked, letting your fingers dance across the mantle of the fireplace, eyeing a drawing she must’ve done for him. It suddenly felt so intimate, being let into his private world.

Joel shot you a look that said ‘of course she is.' That he was offended you would ever even consider the possibility of him bringing you here if she wasn’t out. He made it clear he didn’t have you over to simply ogle the ornaments on the shelves.

 After locking the door, he stood at the entrance, looking down and fidgeting with his gloved hands. You began to wonder if he was nervous. What a sight, the gruff and tough Joel Miller…. timid in your presence.

“Well…” He began and then trailed off. 

“Well…” You repeated and stood behind the couch, letting your hands rest on the backing as you leaned forward, giving him a full view of your cleavage in the low-cut dress another man had gifted you.

“Dunno how this usually goes…” He admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck and shrugging his jacket off, leaving him in that wrinkly plaid button-up, “D’you uh-”

“We can do whatever you want,” You assured him, giggling at his sudden apprehension, “Come sit.” 

He ambled over, a little confused as to why you were still standing behind him until he felt your hands move over his shoulders, rubbing at the tense muscles. You applied a gentle pressure, digging in with your palms, and he couldn’t help but let his head fall forward as you worked.

“You’re so tense, Joel,” You whispered against his ear, fighting the temptation to bite at it, and all he could do was groan, “Let me help.”

As you progressed, kneading at his flesh through the faded fabric, you could feel his muscles gradually loosen and his breathing become deeper. Slower. You wondered when the last time, if ever, he’d been touched like this. When was the last time he had someone help ease the ache, helped bring him some peace? He made a sudden noise that pulled you out of your thoughts.

“There.” He sighed as your fingers worked in circular motions at the base of his neck.

“Here?” You smiled, pushing harder, and the sound his throat made sent a flood of heat throughout your entire body. His deep moans had you tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to ignore the hot throbbing between your legs. “See I knew you just needed someone to help you relax.”

You could practically feel the pain and frustration leaving his body as his large hand covered your own, pausing your movements.

“Sit with me.” Joel’s voice was husky, the deepest you’d heard it tonight. He let out a heavy exhale when your hands left his body and you rounded the couch to straddle him. His thighs were strong and sturdy beneath you, giving you a nice seat. 

His large hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, and you let your own hands trail up his solid chest and into his hair. You ran your fingers through the messy wisps of gray. Finally, they wrapped behind his neck and you pushed your lips to his.

It started slowly, a little hesitant on his part until you reached down to guide one of those large hands on your lower back down to your ass. Then it was more. 

You never enjoyed the taste of whiskey until you tasted it on the tongue he had inside your mouth. He groaned, low in his throat, and it made your head spin. His hands squeezed at you through the fabric of your short dress and you pressed yourself closer, feeling him harden beneath you. You kissed him deeply then, sliding a hand lower as you did. Your tongue dipped into his mouth at the same time you curved your fingers over the shape of his cock, feeling the swell of it under his jeans.

When you pulled away breathlessly, Joel chased you with his mouth until you were too far out of reach, slinking down to your knees. You gazed up at the entirety of him, at the hard rise and fall of his chest, at the way his glossy eyes stared you down as you made quick work of his belt.

“Starting to feel bett-” Your taunt was cut short by the surprise of his thumb in your mouth. One of those large hands slid down his thigh and up the side of your face, pressing his thumb inside, the pad of it resting on your bottom row of teeth. He pushed down and forced your mouth open. You trembled at his sudden dominance and the vulnerability of it, feeling your pussy grow wetter and wetter. You were glad you were already on your knees because your thighs shook and his pupils blew wider.

Joel’s other hand met your face, framing your cheek. He slid the roughness of his fingertips down against the shape of your lips before pressing another thumb inside your drooling mouth. His eyes grew darker and he leaned in like he was inspecting you. He then pushed both thumbs down on your tongue, pushing back until you gagged.

“Gotta make sure there’s enough room in there for me, baby.” 

You whimpered as he pulled your mouth wide.

“But you take cocks all the time in here, don’t you? Bet you’re a pro by now, huh?”

He let you go, giving you a chance to catch your shaky breath. 

“Does that bother you?” You hissed, playing into it, “That this is what I like to do?”

“That you like bein’ a slut?” Your heart pounded at his words. You’d heard it all before but never the way Joel said it.

You answered by eagerly reaching back out for his hands that had gone back to resting on his thighs. You pulled both thumbs back into your mouth and sucked. You swirled your tongue around them, getting nice and sloppy, letting your drool run down onto his wrists, giving him a show of how good it felt to have something big and solid in your mouth. He let you have your fun for a moment until he was pulling them out again and you couldn’t help but whine. 

“Fuckin’ needy girl,” He groaned under his breath as he rubbed your spit over your lips, playing with them until you were absolutely aching to have him down your throat. Your trembling hands traveled to the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down. The noise he made when you finally got a hand around his thickness was guttural and you wanted to hear more. Fuck, you knew he’d be big. You stroked him slowly, wanting him to ache just as badly for it as you were. It was already so hard, the head wept with pre-cum as you fisted him the way you knew men liked.

You hated to let go but you needed him to use you right fucking now. You rested your hands on your knees and parted your swollen lips, presenting your face for him to take. Joel slapped the tip against your mouth. You tried to lick out at it but he pulled away, smirking when you whined in complaint.

“Please,” Your eyes squeezed shut, your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized how quickly he had you beneath him, yearning for a taste of his cock. But god, this was precisely what you’d been craving since the moment you'd seen Tommy going around and introducing him that very first day.

 “You gonna beg for it, sweetheart?” He held what you desperately wanted in his hand, just barely out of reach, teasing you so meanly. Want quickly squashed any embarrassment and you didn’t care how pathetic it made you sound when you mewled out for it.

“Yes,” Your voice was meek, “Daddy, please let me suck your cock.”

His eyebrows raised, “Daddy, huh?” He brought his cock back down your face, smearing pre-cum down your chin, “Ya call ‘em all that?”

You shook your head fervently. And it was the truth. None of your usual encounters had ever had you this strung out before they even started fucking you, none that you would’ve ever even considered calling “daddy.” None of them ever had you on the verge of tears with need like this.

“Say it again,” He ordered and you could actually feel the arousal dripping.

“Daddy,” You moaned sweetly and something in him broke. All hesitancy, all the apprehension within him was gone. He finally rewarded you as he thrust inside your mouth. You heard him hiss above you as your lips wrapped around him. God, he was so big. Bigger than you’d taken before. But as you’d made clear by the events of tonight, you loved a challenge. You moved your hands to curl around the back of his calves, holding yourself steady as he pressed deeper inside. 

"Shit," He cursed, "Fuckin' look at ya, such a pretty little cockslut.” Saliva dripped down your chin and all you could do was take it as he started fucking your face in earnest.

You were gagging but it only made him go faster, his fingers thread through your hair to pull you back and forth. The noises you were making were depraved and you’d be surprised if you weren’t dripping onto the wood floor beneath you with how wet you were. He used you like a toy, barely able to breathe, barely able to keep your eyes open, but you tried your hardest because the sight of him looking down on you in awe as you took all of him, calling you a whore… it was beautiful.

He lost himself in it, throwing his head back, making those delicious noises. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he pulled you in hard one last time, holding you right there, pressed up against his base. You forced yourself to breathe through your nose, to not break, to surrender to him as his cock pulsed against the back of your throat.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks by the time he’d finished ruining you and pulled out. The filthy choking sob you gave when he did set him over the edge, releasing ropes of cum over your tongue and chin. 

“Daddy too big for you, baby?” Joel groaned, sounding wickedly amused as you gasped, attempting to regulate your breathing. He pulled you back up into his lap and you crumpled against him. He brushed stray hair from your tear-soaked cheeks, cooing something about being a good slut. He wiped his cum from your face, holding it to your lips for you to lick from his fingers. His cock twitched again as he watched how desperate you were despite being this wrecked already.

“Y’alright girl?”

“More,” Your throat was burning so your plea came out as a weak, hoarse whisper. Your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, the throbbing was almost unbearable at this point and he knew it. 

“More?” His laugh quickly turned to a groan as you gathered the strength to pull your sopping panties to the side and shifted in his lap, dragging your hot pussy against the length of his shaft. Your clit ached from the friction and you slid an arm around his neck to give yourself the leverage to start rocking your body back and forth on top of him.

“This pussy’s fucking starved baby, thought this whore would be satisfied, taking cock on the regular.” He tutted. “S’fuckin’ crying for it.”

A loud wail tore out of you as you increased the pace, about to cum before he ever even got inside you. But he stopped. Hands at your waist, halting you just before you reach your peak and your pussy clenched hard around nothing.

“Joel, no…” Your head fell in despair, too far gone to care about anything but needing to cum. He lifted and situated you above the head of his thick cock. ‘Yes, yes, yes’ is all you could think as you realized what he was doing.

You both gasped, mouths against each other, stealing each other’s breath as you sank down onto him. You took every last delicious inch, letting it stretch you until you were fully seated on him. 

You couldn’t control the tears that ran down your face from how fucking full, how fucking good it felt having him breach the deepest part of your cunt. Your mind went fuzzy when you looked down to see where you were joined, seeing how his slick cock split you open. 

“Look at you, baby,” Joel mocked you when he saw the way your mouth gaped open, “this what you needed? For me to fuck you stupid?” 

“Daddy,” You babbled, fluttering all around him as he held you down still, molding your insides to his shape, “P-please, please, please.”

“Fuck yourself on me, use it, baby, let daddy see you cum.” He growled, his southern accent so deep, “Show me how pretty you and this pussy are when you cum. Must be good, the way you’ve got all these men lining up to share ya.”

A high-pitched squeak left your mouth when his hands finally released you, letting you move. They went to lift your dress up over your head, exposing your bouncing tits for him. 

With your nails scratching sharply into his neck and shoulder, you raised then lowered yourself again and again and again. The obscene squelching sound and his glazed eyes on your tits brought you right to the edge once again.

“There you go,” his fingers dug hard into your hips to help you move once your thighs started shaking uncontrollably.

“Joelllllll,” You hiccuped, bouncing yourself harder and harder, chasing what you needed.

“Thought I was daddy,” He panted, his hands moved back to your ass and he gripped at you, slamming you down on his cock.

"D-daddy- fuck! Fuck!" You held onto him for dear life, your muscles turned to jelly as he thrust into your weeping pussy, letting him take over fully, just like he did to your mouth. 

Then your cries went silent, mouth went slack, breath ragged. You came hard around his cock, harder than ever before, squeezing him until he was gasping against your lips. You swore you could hear him whimpering before you could only hear your ears ringing. Your entire body shuddered with white-hot pleasure. 

“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” You chanted through the aftershocks as he continued to rut into you, so fucked out of it you couldn’t even hear your own voice, “D-daddy, please, please, please...”

And then he was filling you, hips bucked up and cumming hard until he physically couldn’t anymore. He was at your ear, desperately moaning for you as you twitched around him, squeezing him, “Nghhhhh… hah, fuck, baby.”

His skin was burning, his eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched, pulsing so hard in your cunt, overstimulating you almost to the point of pain. Almost. 

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, this pussy…” He gasped, equally as overwhelmed as you felt when he slid out.

“Oh my god,” You held onto him tight, your bare tits pressed up against his still-clothed chest, just breathing him in as you attempted to calm yourself. 

“Let me see it,” He exhaled heavily.

“Hmm?” You shook, face buried into his neck, feeling his sweat on your cheek. 

“Need to see it leaking out. Show me.” He rasped.

You whimpered at his order when you realized what he wanted. He didn’t give you any time to regain your strength, he simply flipped you over the arm of the couch. He groaned as you bent yourself over the edge, widening your legs to give him a full show of just how good he’d fucked you.

“Spread yourself for me, baby.” He breathed, his chest still heaving.

You did as he said, your hand reached underneath you, spreading your lips apart. You keened at the feeling, so overstimulated that you could barely handle your own delicate touch. His eyes followed the cum dribbling out of you and down your thigh.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that.” Joel watched as he pulled his pants back up, buckling his belt. He reached out, sliding a hand down your lower back, making sure you stayed just how he wanted. You felt so incredibly naked in front of him like this.

“Fuck… can’t believe I just came in you… fuck,” He groaned as realization dawned on him. The spell broken.

“M’clean,” You moaned, head still fuzzy, “n’safe, I swear.”

He just sighed. 

“Joel, I promise. I never let them do this.” You tried to move but his hand held you in place. You didn’t know if he believed you or not but it was true. It was your rule. You were always safe. Your heart pounded at the thought of how different it had been with Joel, how easy it had been for him to take full control of you. Breaking your rules without him even realizing it. You didn’t regret it one bit though. And you hoped desperately that he didn’t either.

Joel didn’t reply, only asking what he owed you. You almost forgot what the hell he was talking about.

“Don’t worry about it,” You sighed as he let you back up, stretching in exhaustion. There you went breaking another rule. They always paid you. But with Joel, it felt like you should be the one paying him.

“Tell me what I owe you,” His features hardened.

“Joel, I-...” You were taken aback by his quick shift, “It’s fine. I wanted this, you don’t have to-”

“That’s not…,” He ran an exasperated hand through the tousled hair you’d just had your own hands in, “I wouldn’t have done this, otherwise.”

You wiped at your thighs with your discarded panties as you tried to make sense of his frustration, the dizziness still in your brain making it difficult. You wondered if you should feel insulted by his statement.

“Jesus, it’s not a big deal,” You pulled your dress back over yourself before facing him, “Get something from the Outfitters or whatever. I don’t care.”

“You should leave. I’ll get you your payment but you need to go now,” He backed away from you, avoiding your eyes. 

Before you could begin to try to wrap your mind around what had just happened, the sound of the front door being unlocked had both of your heads shooting up in time to see Ellie.

“Joel! I forgot-” The girl stopped hard in her tracks as she took in the scene of you and Joel standing awkwardly in the living room. It was silent between the three of you as she made no attempt to hide the way she was staring you down. Your face warmed again as you mentally thanked whatever God was out there that she hadn’t entered a minute earlier.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ellie turned to Joel, her brow furrowed.

“Ellie,” He scolded her language but failed to attempt any lie about who you were or what was going on. And you took this as your cue to escape because you had nothing to offer.

“Yeah…I’ll, uh, see ya,” You grabbed your bag off the coffee table and it took everything in you to walk and not sprint out the door.

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Idol! Zhong Chenle x Idol! Fem reader

Aclarations: A stage name for the female character "Hiro" will be used at one point.

Sipnosis: Through a simple interaction, they ended up in a Deep Fake porn video

Warning +18!: Mention of pornographic sites, mention of Deep Fake (Porn video site where they use the face of famous people to put in already existing sexual videos), video without consent, everything is based on a video, nicknames (Slut, whore, useless, bitch, desperate), reader called Chenle "dog", medium humiliation, medium denigration, blows (Pussy, ass), anal and vaginal penetration, cum inside, mention of squirt, unprotected sex, F oral, rough treatment, rough, dom Chenle

Words: 3.1k

Note: I'm using google translator so all the blame on him

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Life as an idol is difficult, perhaps too tiring to the point that made her question why she chose that path; She liked to sing, not so much to dance, she could have chosen another job that involved singing without being on stage daily, it had been a long week in Korea, between the shows and about two awards they managed to bring the hard devastated week to an end.

She was not going to take into account that instead of sleeping, she spent her time on her cell phone and did not sleep at all, that is why the week seemed so long to her, she needed some time to enjoy. She had finally arrived home and did not do much, she put food in her pets' bowl and went upstairs to go to bed, even though her body weighed from tiredness she lay on her side and grabbed her cell phone to be able to scroll on Twitter, after having uploaded some stories to Instagram and thanked for the award but now, it was her time to rest.

Her Twitter was based on fights; She was quite entertained by how people fought on a social network and from his private account it was easy to see everything, from how his own fandom fought with others to the silly fights of who was better; They were funny to read one day when he was tired so he scrolled through the social network reading until he found a tweet that caught his attention.

"Zhong Chenle of Nct Dream and Hiro of Push have interaction"

Below that little informative text from a fan account there was a video of the two of them a few days ago at the awards ceremony, just as they were walking they had collided and when they looked at each other, they bowed to apologize, their hands raised in a greeting from a distance and then each went their own way, she didn't think it was strange or see romance in it but it seemed like the fans were going crazy, commenting about how they made a cute couple, that they confirm, my parents and many other things that she didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

It was mere curiosity when she saw the "#Hiche" in that post, assuming it was the ship between the two of them and that she ignored how badly their names were put together to just click, opening herself to the sick mind of the fans seeing edits, some that seemed real and others that did seem fake, it was obviously all too fake since the most she had of Chenle was his cell phone number and they didn't even talk, she couldn't open her mouth in surprise with each thing she saw until she searched too much, going too far down to a particular tweet that made her frown.

"Nct Dream's Chenle fucking Push's Hiro, Deep Fake"

Below that tweet there was a link to the site's official website, she knew that Deep Fake was a pornographic site where you found a lot of sexual or racy videos where the person's face was changed to that of a famous person, the idea of her being there made her cheeks burn with shame, mainly because there would be a lot of people who wanted to see her that way and who had the time to do something as depraved as that, she felt a small knot in her stomach as she settled face down on her bed, her legs moving anxiously at the new information.

She knew she wouldn't lose anything by clicking on the link so she entered the video, it was all fake and even on the page itself they warned her, the cover of the video was the interaction between them, that moment where they were looking at each other and moving their hands which made her frown, she had expected something more as a cover; A teaser of the video but nothing, which made his finger shake as he clicked on the video, starting a video of just 3 minutes.

— Shit... — She mumbled under my breath as soon as the video started, my eyes opening wide as I clearly saw his face there.

She thought it would look faker but in the video, there she was lying on the bed with her legs open, the girl's physique was almost identical to hers and her face was perfectly placed on that of the girl, the man's hands ran over her thighs while he looked at her soaked panties until the man left a kiss on her knee, showing himself as Chenle and yes, the image and situation seemed real while everything was happening which made her eyes open and stay quiet, she was too focused.

The man's hands kneaded the soft thighs while he kept his gaze fixed on the girl on the bed as if they were intimate, as if it were a romantic moment but it all ended when Chenle open-palmed the girl's poor pussy that made her moan and throw her head back while her hips rose at the blow that wasn't even direct because her panties were in the middle of the game.

— You're embarrassing — The man's voice was identical to Chenle's, generated by AI surely while speaking in Chinese which made it more exciting.

The palm fell back on the girl's pussy making her moan as her legs opened even more, three of the man's fingers began to give soft but beautiful blows against the girl's clitoris, giving stronger and softer blows against the sensitive bud making the girl under him writhe in search of more contact, in search of more than those little blows that made every fiber of her body tremble.

— You're being desperate, you look like a whore — Chenle's tone came out strong, almost as if he were scolding her but the underlying nuance of provocation was undeniable.

— Chenle... — The girl moaned lowly as she shifted in bed, seeking more contact from the man who seemed to refuse to give it to her.

— Are you going to beg now? Weren't you taught to have dignity? — He asked amused as his hands moved up to knead her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and his nails marking the skin.

Her face turned bright red when he mentioned that but she continued acting the same, like a whore just like Zhong said and he seemed to enjoy every moment of it.

— Take off those panties — He ordered and the girl quickly moved, pulling off her panties and giving them to the man.

Zhong grabbed them, instantly feeling how wet they were from his constant groping and under the woman's attentive gaze, he licked her panties, his long tongue giving them a lick so he could taste his woman's sweet taste that made him hum happily.

— You're lucky I like you — He said as he threw the panties somewhere in the room.

He didn't wait for her response or some pitiful moan as he decided to bury three of his fingers in her wet heat, he made a mocking movement when his three fingers sank so easily into that tight pussy, it was surprising how he had her dripping for him but even so, he began to give hard blows inside her vaginal cavity, his fingers entered with force only to come out and penetrate her even harder which made her almost scream in pleasure.

— Ah~!, Chenle... — She moaned in that pitiful way that he liked so much, he liked the sight of her pouty lips, silently asking him to destroy her.

And he was a weak man, weak enough to obey her silence and just deepen his thrusts with his fingers, making it easier and easier to handle the situation due to the constant fluids that wet his fingers like waterfalls but he didn't look upset, in fact, he enjoyed it as his fingers separated inside her, in a scissor shape that made her moans louder. He bent down between her legs, enough to start licking her clit like a hungry dog, he wasn't even thinking about breathing as he licked and sucked, his fingers going in and out with a need for her to cum, in him, in his mouth, on his cock.

— You're a fucking dog — The girl commented or rather critical according to Chenle who didn't like the comment.

He was the one in charge there and said nasty things to her so being compared to a dog (even though he was acting like one), made all movement stop as he pulled away from that cute pussy and pulled his fingers out, only to give her a loud smack that echoed after her moan as she writhed at the lack of pleasure.

— Hold on bitch — He ordered as he leaned down to catch her kisses in a needy kiss.

There was a scene change, the kiss scene changed to Chenle on top of Hiro, the girl's legs awkwardly on the sides of Zhong's hips while he was between her legs, their hips colliding over and over as he fucked her like a dog in heat, just like she had said. Her moans were the ones that were heard the most as her pussy was basically being destroyed, the thick and long cock buried perfectly in her pussy, hitting her walls only to pull out and hit her again with a new intensity that left her breathless to give way to a moan, her lips in a constant pout that she knew her man liked.

— Wasn't I being a fucking dog Hiro? Look at you, you're like a bitch in heat letting your man fuck you — He said mockingly, his blows didn't stop, they only increased as he let her feel it.

Chenle didn't hold her hips or legs, letting her body rise and fall like the doll she was, his hands were simply resting on her knees, not grabbing her or using her to be able to fuck her better, a place to rest his hands while his hips did all the work, each stroke was different, he never had a rhythm, never at the same time or the same intensity but always with the same desire.

— Chenle... — She moaned as she foolishly grabbed the bed rail to try and hold on.

— What? Are you going to cum already? We've not even been at it for ten minutes — He moaned through a particularly strong thrust.

Even with his complaints, knowing that she was about to cum motivated him, making him grab her hips now making her feel all of herself, his thrusts deeper while this time, he focused on hitting that sweet spot over and over again making it simply impossible for the girl beneath him to handle him, he could feel her walls tightening around him and he could only let out low moans, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of believing that he was doing his job right.

— Chenle! — It was glorious to hear her name in the middle of her orgasm, she knew how much that turned him on.

He pulled out of her, wanting to see the show her pussy would give him as he watched her hips move in search of more, her pussy releasing a good stream from her hole that made him smile, he expected more but the simple act of making her squirt for him, of giving her a squirt was enough for him.

— You even squirted?... Shit, how long has it been since you've been fucked? — Chenle mocked but the mere sight of having made that pussy squirt made his still hardened cock get even harder.

He didn't care that she was still recovering from her orgasm, he simply got back between her legs, seeing how he was going to accommodate her now until he lifted her legs to the point that her knees were level with her head, her body stretched out and also crushed by the bigger Zhong who placed his hands on the bottom of her knees, leaving her legs motionless and pathetic for his use.

— Chenle... A lot — She moaned weakly, as if she wanted to hide how much of a slut she was.

— Come on, don't be a child; Milk me with that pussy — Chenle ordered, rolling his eyes at the complaints of his woman beneath him.

She didn't hesitate to enter again, which made him let out a low moan as he penetrated her hard and fast, stretching her body to its limits as he sought his release, his cock was throbbing but he just didn't want to release his load in that used pussy; she understood, not many wanted to use that used pussy, neither did he.

— Your face distracts me from my orgasm — He said as he grabbed her shirt, a short shirt that fit perfectly over those tits but finally, he lifted it up to her head, causing her entire face to be covered by the shirt and he could only see that little body.

His slut's moans grew louder as he fucked her, it seemed like he treated her worse; He liked it even more for what followed, watching those tits jump happily with each thrust which made him gasp, it was a good view that simply made him release all his semen inside that little pussy, he buried himself deep wanting her to take every drop of his semen like the good slut she was.

There was another change of scene, now there was no longer the view of the bed, but the view of a piece of furniture and a wall where Chenle was leaning, his penis proudly raised while being serviced by the slut who spread her legs wide so that the camera could capture her pussy full of his semen, her tongue passed all over his phallus while she looked into his eyes with that almost puppy look she always had.

— Ah, you know how to do that well, don't you? — He asked rhetorically while patting her head — How many have you sucked to be able to suck like that, right, slut?

That comment seemed to excite her because she replaced her tongue all over her mouth, putting Chenle's phallus in her mouth to move her head back and forth which made him moan, this time he couldn't hold back his moans as he moaned freely, enjoying the good work she could give but he got tired quickly, he always got tired of any attention given to him for a long time.

— Get up Hiro, with your back to me — He ordered and in a few seconds he already had the girl turning her back.

He took the time to travel the curves of her back, her waist and her plump butt that was his target, so without hesitating about his strength or her weight, he grabbed the girl by the legs and lifted her, earning a small moan as she stretched her arm back and grabbed him by the neck, she was afraid of falling but Chenle knew how to maneuver her, her back against his chest while he hugged the back of her legs, making them stick to his chest and also being wide open for the camera.

— Calm down, if you get tense it will be worse — He murmured under his breath, leaving a kiss on her cheek as he adjusted her to the height of his cock.

It was glory when he was finally able to penetrate her tight anus, his hips began to move frantically against her, making his thrusts short but fast releasing moans of pleasure from her, Chenle's grip was strong and secure, making it look like her pussy was throbbing and throbbing to be penetrated by something but he simply didn't pay attention to it, plus he couldn't while he grabbed her.

His back was leaning against the wall, a way to support himself while also holding the girl's weight, his balls swinging as his hips hit against that ass, he dedicated himself to leaving kisses on her neck while he fucked her, well, they weren't exactly kisses, but red marks that would remind her who they were from until he came in her tight ass, allowing himself to bury himself in her deep to ensure his semen.

— Chenle — She complained with a frown when he came so well in her without worrying about her orgasm.

— You're acting desperate again — He criticized her as he released her, leaving her on the floor.

But Chenle was a good man and besides he wanted to be in that ass again so he just pinned the girl against the wall, letting her balls get hard against the cold wall while he stood behind her at a small distance watching her anus throb as he released his semen, he indulged himself by slapping her lovely ass while he watched her.

— Come on, fuck me, get your orgasm — He invited her, slapping her ass again.

He didn't have to give any more orders for her to settle against the wall, her hips raised high as her ass rubbed against Chenle's cock until she finally let him in, both of them letting out a moan as she began to move on his phallus, fucking herself with Chenle's cock like a sex toy or fucking Chenle just as he had asked her to, Zhong's constant spanking generating a jolt in her ass that made him moan, he was delighted.

The girl moaned as she continued, her hips moving to let the cock go deep until her orgasm simply began to come and she became slow which made him roll his eyes as he grabbed her hips and hard, began to thrust into her, slamming her against the wall with each thrust.

— You're useless, you can't even fuck yourself — Chenle said as he reached out his hand to squeeze one of her hardened nipples.

It was enough for the slut to cum, unfortunately she didn't release the streams he was expecting but the flow did fall down her thighs in a sign of how pleased she was, he sure knew how to fuck her.

A change of scene happened, the last one where Chenle had put his cock on the girl's tits, rubbing himself over and over again while she licked the tip like a kitten until he released all his semen on her face, making her moan vaguely when the liquid wet her face, chest and breasts but she only smiled apparently pleased with being full of the man's semen.

— Good whore — He congratulated her as he buried his fingers in her mouth, letting her feel his semen.

And there the video ended, leaving her with her mouth open and her pussy shamefully soaked, it was depraved that she liked that fake video of her with the boy and also, that she would like to be treated like shit but the humidity of her panties revealed how horny she was and she could only enter the messages on her cell phone and look for the contact of the man who had fucked her so good in the video.

"I'm Hiro from Push, did you see the video?" She dared to send to Zhōng's number, hoping not to sound weird.

"Yeah, that shit is sick" Was her only response from the Chinese.

"Do you want to imitate it?" It didn't take long for that proposition to reach her that made her smile.

Of course she wanted to.

[gorgonfuckerdotnet]

Do you have any suggestions for a "normal" Gorgon build?, AKA they murder anything that dares hurt their babies

// You poor, poor bitch // Stay a while and listen.

// You do not know the horror you have just wrought. // RA have mercy on you.

// To start, make sure you have a Gorgon // I'm telling you what you should have by LL12 // Oh and keep in mind: // I haven't tested this, // This is the Gorgon I'm currently building. // FYI: This is assuming that you'll be running the same LCPs as me.

// Licenses:

Gorgon L. 3 Hydra L. 2 Tortuga L. 2 Nelson L. 2 Raleigh L. 2 Drake L. 1

// You'll call me a hypocrite for getting so many IPS-N licenses // But I don't care. // Mech Skills:

Hull: 6 Agility: 0 Systems: 6 Engineering: 2

// You wanna prioritize being an absolute tank // Because you'll be taking damage // so your babies won't have to.

// Core bonuses:

Fomorian Frame (Size 2 to 3, no pushed around) Reinforced Frame (+5 HP) Universal Compatibility (Bonus to Core Power system) The Lesson of Held Image (Or whatever you want, dump slot)

// Talents:

House Guard L.3 Drone Commander L.3 Orator L.2 Spotter L.2 Legionnaire L.2 Skirmisher L.1 Exemplar L.1 Tactician L.1

// Equipment:

Flex Mount 1: Missile Rack Flex Mount 2: Missile Rack: Main Mount 1: Catalytic Hammer w/ Thermal Charge Mod Main Mount 2: Vorpal Gun (Obviously)

// The gist is that you use the missiles at range // The hammer when they're up close // And the Vorpal Gun when your babies are hurt

// Systems: 15 Total

2 on Thermal Charge 1 on Personalizations 2 on //Scorpion V70.1 3 on "Roland" Chamber 2 on Tempest Drone 2 on Argonaut Shield 3 on SCYLLA-Class NHP

// Your whole goal is to use the Tempest Drone for area denial // While keeping your babies close to you so that your hammer can smack whatever gets close enough to hurt them, using Rolands and Thermal Charges to get as much damage as possible on every hit // While using the Vorpal to target anything that hits your babies from a distance // It relies that you stay at a medium distance // But you have the health to tank a lot of attacks

// REMEMBER: Structure is a resource! You don't have 37 HP, you have 148!

[kaivenom]

Supernovas Victory prize

Summary: Foursome with Luffy, Law and Kid after the Wano battle. A little plot. a lot of porn.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (tap it before you wrap it please) , rough sex, dirty talk, creampies, explicit sex, pussy drunk, weed, foursome.

A/N: this is a request made by someone so it's not really a character x reader so, i leave her some of the info about the OC: her name is Kyna. she is on luffys crew she is a traveler/singer, childhood friend and fuckbuddy with Luffy, before Marineford she became friends with Law and Kid and started being FWB with them too, but none of them knows that she is with the other. She is shameless and carefree, 2 moths younger than Luffy, a switch. Pale skin, Green eyes, afro black hair, medium tits, hour glas. She id 5ft (1.5 m) and has ADHD (so unlimited fuck energy).

The person who request it, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Masterlist

Kaido was finally defeated and your captains and friends were finally healed so that leds to only one thing... party.

Wano organized a really big party for his saviours and even with Luffy not wanting to be rewarded, they still managed to stay and drink.

If someone told you two years ago that now you will be feasting and drinking with the three supernova captains you would laugh like crazy... you weren't even a pirate, just a traveler and singer.

But now the party on the streets was over and every pirate was now on the Sunny... still drinking and taking weed?

The night is starting to turn weird but you accepted the weed that Killer gave you and drinked more. The looks of the three captains were on you, from the distance, unsure if to approach you or not, but you were too lost on the weed and Brook's music to care.

Somehow you moved to the sound of the music and decidede to acompany the skeleton. Your voice raised from the multitude and everyone started to cheer.

You can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir.

That line catched the look of some red haired giant, who was sitting with his legs spread and a big jug of booze, eyes sparkling with something dark.

Please, don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view.

Now you looked at the tall dark haired one, who almost looks like blushing and maybe even a little embarrased or maybe it's just the blunt on his lips.

My body's not an object or dessert, I am not your bitch

The strawhat, your somehow captain and childhood friend, wasnt having his ussual smile. Seems like the atmosphere is weird with this three. So, you crossed eyes with the green haired one, Zoro, the man you've became friends this weeks and know, you dance partner.

You continued singing but now you get down of the improvised stage and came to the muscular men. He started to approach and you both began slow dancing, bodies close and hands getting frisky. You both smiled and danced a little more, until you started to feel really tired and decided to head to your room. You said good night to the swordsman and dissapeared from the lights, but you had the sensation that someone was following you.

"Hey afro girl." an angry voice sounded behind you and you recognized the red head.

"Hey, big boy, what you want?"

"You know what i want." his hand was on yours, making you open the door while pressing his massive body against yours.

Now in your room, he lifted you from the ground to easily kiss you, being so short means that to kis Kid he would have to bend and apparently he is not on the mood to doblegate himself to you. A big slap landed on your ass and made you moan on his mouth, which he smiled and trowed you on the bed.

"So..." he started getting all of his clothes off, "someone was getting a little slutty with Zoro, guess what, i dont like that and now you will pay for it."

Someone who heard that from outside may think that he will hurt you, but you know he is not like that, so you grined and took off your green dress.

"Are you sure you are capable of making me pay?" his eyes sparkled, he loved when you get like that, challenging him to give you all.

Just when his hands were to touch you breasts, you weren't on the bed anymore. You looked to the cause of your teleportation and of course, Trafalgar Law appeared on the scene. Kid started yelling about how "law doesn't have a bussiness there" but you hid your face cause you know its false.

"Right now, giant idiot i see a problem, apparently you had something with this little brat girl, well, i have something going on with her too."

"That's not true" he said but instantly regret it seeing your blush and hidden face, but he wont demostrate weakness, "thats not true cause i fuck her better, we are on different levels."

"What you said..." now Law's honour was hurt and that made both of them starting to yell, leaving you abandoned on the floor, half naked.

"I had anal." "I made her cum three times on a road," "She squirted with me." "We fucked on the forest."

You were starting to get annoyed and cold on the edge of the door and sudently a cold pressence got on your shoulder.

"Why are they yelling those things?" you almost jumped at the voice of Luffy.

"Well, they are arguing about who... fucks me better."

"I dont judge who you play with but, arent you the supposed to say who makes you feel better?" that phrase made you think "And, i can make it into the votation?"

You smiled and yelled to the other men, waiting for them to turn around to put Luffy's hands on your breasts. Their mouths dropped to the floor.

"The one who fucks me better it's Luffy, the first one to do it and well, none of you two can strech his dick... and he is the best at oral."

You heard a little laugh out of your captain and decided to turn and kiss him. He smiled and grabbed your ass with a lustful look, perfectly knowing that the other two are there and his looks are on your butt. His tongue entered your mouth when he pressed your bodies abruptly, instantly feeling his poking erection.

"That's unfair." you don't even know who of them said it.

"Then come here and prove wrong." you answered while Luffy unclipped your bra, they both looked surprised.

This time, it was Law who made the first move, he made room and get you two on bed while getting your last piece of clothing away, your thong.

"Well, he could me better at oral but nothing compares to the fingers of a good surgeon." that it's true, and his tattoes only make it better.

His fingers circled around your clit with anticipation while the other two started to look intrigued and get close, like if it was a show... somehow it is for them. You moaned when his feather touch got to your clit, you wanted him to do more but you are on clear disvantage here. His other hand grabed your head and pulled you to a sloppy kiss, he clearly is showing off. One of his tattoed fingers finally entered your insides with a puffed moan on his mouth from your part.

"Open your eyes, look at the mess you are making." wet noises are filling the air, but the new thing is that you are being watched by two men that are palming their erections thru their pants, "I bet you like this view, since you slept with all three of us, i think you would enjoy it."

You nodded and gasped while another finger was inserted and the movement of Law's hand became fast and mercyless.

"Use your words, Kyna." that whisper sent shivers down your skin, the fingers pumping your insides are not helping to keep your composure.

"Yes, i like being watched." a new sensation was included to the combo, something on your nipples.

"What do you think you are doing Mugiwara?"

"You cant expect to put her tits in front of me and not lick them, it's my favourite dessert."

You knew that right, Luffy loves sucking your tits, and now, the overstimulation of Luffy sloppy licks, Law tongue kisses and fingers inside you, is making you start to tremble. The ussual knot on your stomach is forming and you started to moan louder.

"Say the name of the one who is making you feel this good."

"Lufffy... Law." in reality, you couldn't chose cause the combination was killing your senses.

With a abruptly shake, your body released a powerfull orgasm, leaving you panting and leaning your wieght on Law's chest.

"You did really good, Kyna." Luffy said while getting down to lick your juices and making you cry from overstimulation.

"Yo, mugiwara-ya, this was my achievement. You don't get to say anything."

"We did more that Kid right there." Luffy puffed against your cunt, vibrations sending you shivers.

You opened your eyes and saw Kid for the first time, massive boner poking thru his pants and a lustful look. You are finally coming down of your high so you decided to lift your leg and point at him, like you were challenging him to finally do something.

With an incredibly speed, he took Luffy and Law of your body and got rid of his clothes. His big arm rolled you over to get on four and a big slap echoed on the room.

"So you are finally doing something."

"You know i am big, really big, i wanted you to get your pussy prepared, cause i am going to fucking break it."

You looked at him, just to see his big cock finally free and red, leaking precum. A few pumps from his big hand and he finally entered you, with a grunt from both of you. His big figure blocked you view from everything and his tongue licked your neck seductively.

"If its hurting you a lot, tell me to stop. Now i am going to move... and i am going to make you cum a lot."

You smiled, even though he is so big and grumpy, he still cares about not hurting you, how cute. Who would say that he cares for you when his cock is now burried deep inside you and your spine is vibrating with every thrust. His strong arms are stoping you from falling of the bed, which is cracking under both of your weights. His metal arm is buzzing from time to time near to your pussy and that makes you chuckle.

"Look at them, i want you to fucking look at them while you are moaning with my dick inside you."

You forced yourself to open your teary eyes and look at the other two, while suddently Kid's pace became brutally fast.

"You saw that losers, your cocks are nothing compared to mine."

That's when you noticed that now Luffy is fully pumping his dick at your view while Trafalgar is still clothed.

Your orgasm was close again but suddently Kid slowed his pace.

"Fuck, your pussy is so thight, if i keep moving i will cum." he said with a grunty voice and a glad look?

"Fucking bastard, i was almost there, dont stop now." you dont usually show this side of you to Kid but you are desperate. "if you dont move now, i would squeeze your balls until i breaks them."

You thought for a moment that he would stop fully to punish you but a hard thrust made you lose balance and almost fall, completely robbing your hability to breath.

"If you want it then get it, what you were saying? you were almost there, then lets cum together." a little laugh and more slaps came to your ass.

The pace was unbelievable so soon enough you rolled your eyes and toes, i little string of saliva came down your mouth and finally you got to your high.

"Fuck, that was good. I think i am going too now, i hope you dont mind inside."

A wimpher came out of his mouth, he always does that when he is cumming, and the hot cum painted your insides. He laid on the bed next to you and gave you a final playful slap.

"That was good." a breatheless smile came out of both of your faces and you kissed his red lips.

You took a moment to breathe and a bottle apeaped in front of you.

"Drink it, we dont want you to pass out." you smiled at Law's action while Luffy and Kid looked jelaous.

Soon enough you got yoru energy back so you managed to get up and walk to Law's chair. His eyes followed you all the way till you got to your knees. You didn't break eye contact with him while you undo his belt, and free his cock. A smile appeared on his face and went down to kiss you and finally getting rid on his clothes.

A few pumps from your hand and you sit on his lap to sink on his cock with a moan from you two. You hid your face on his neck and felt his hands press your butt to start moving you slowly.

"Aahhh god, your pussy feels so good. We havent done this in a long time, i almost forgot how well you feel while riding my cock."

With the help of Law's hands, you can reach a new level of rythm. Your arms are around his neck and you get the oportunity to kiss him with tongue.

You smiled and increased your speed to reach your high. Your pussy was hot from all the overstimulation but you have the energy and the need.

"Don't let me fall, or your dick would break." you tried to sound as logical as posible and he let out a small laugh.

"If you break my dick i won't care that much, but i prefer to cum inside you." his hands secured your tights and you could finally reach full speed.

Law was close too, you can sense it cause he is blushing a lot on his head was falling backwards. With a suddent move he circled your waist and inmovilized your moves, now thrusting himself into you.

"Fuck..." you scratched him back while finally cumming, both at the same time.

You gave him a little final kiss and got up, now the cum dripping down your legs. You pointed Luffy and he finally got up, it's his time. He went to you and kissed you, one of his hands streching to your cunt and puttign all the cum back inside you.

Now that Kid got out of the bed, you laid there and openned your legs for him to see.

"You are always the best food." he got on the bed inserted himself on you, "sorry, i am really needy for you... you dont know how crazy you make me."

He hid his face on your neck and started to slowly thrust into you. Something on your stomach started to feel weird.

"Luffy, are you really stretching your dick right now?"

"What a better moment to do it than this?" you laughed while his thrusts became faster.

"Ouch, dont strecth it that much."

He kissed you in a sort way to say sorry, and you sense his decreasing a little. His lips are puffing your moans or sucking your tits.

His sweat and body temperature became too much to handle, scratching his back with your nails while you are finally getting at your limit.

His dick exploded inside you, and you could feel how the cum dripped down your legs. You cant are exhausted and decided to finally go to sleep. Your eyes closing without any warning, finally the efects of the weed taking your body.

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You woke up on the middle of the night with the bodies of the three of them around you, your head on Kid's chest, Law being the big spoon and Luffy's head on your ass. You smiled remembering everything, they aren't ussually this rough or passional, your body is bruised cause of that... maybe they took the same amount of weed as you, you thought, cause you didn't saw them as the type of men to share a girl. But you couldnn't care more cause you felt asleep again.

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Morning came and you woke up, this time with your full energy again. And you realized that they left you alone on the bed, but they cleaned you up so not bad. You couldn't be mad at them, they are captains so, they cant stay in bed that much.

"Morning." the door oppened and Luffy came inside with food.

"Morning" you answered seductively, he got the message instantly.

"My head is spinning from tonight and you still have the energy to fuck again?"

"You know i always have energy, especially for this."

You smashed your lips together and made him come to the bed, but this time you had another plan. You separated your lips and got to his boxers, putting your naked ass on his face.

"Since you are tired we can do this. But if you cant then i will go to..."

Inmediatly he pushed your hips down and started to lick like a starved men. You decided to start sucking his dick to make it hard and massage his balls. Soon enough his member got really hard with pulsating veins. Moaning on his dick was inevitable and the vibrations only made him chuckle on your pussy. Small bites and playfull licks made you go crazy.

"God, your pussy is so sweet and delicious, i could be here all my life. It's so red and juicy."

How it's not going to be red from tonight activities? you thought. You manage to deepthroat him and he finally came. His tongue entered your pussy while you were swallowing his cum, but that didn't stop the orgasm that drove your body to tremble.

"Oh, fuck, you do this so good, and seeing all the marks on your body just makes it better" he said with a smile moving you to sit on his chest, licking the remanents of your juices on his chin.

His belly made some noise and it was clear that you had some hunger too.

You finished eating and dress up, passing thru the mirror you clearly saw that the slaps and the bites made their marks on your body.

So you went to the yellow tank, proudly walking on a top and shorts, meeting eyes with Law, that now it's really flustered.

He pushed you to his room and you laid on the bed, leaving your ass up.

"What do you think you are doing? you want me to pass out on the deck?"

"Dont lie to me and yourself, we both know you love this marks." you lifted your ass a little more, "maybe you can make more?"

His face was surprised, tempted, not believing the situation or how you still have energy.

"You are such a fucking brat, gosh, why i can't tell you no."

You smiled while he unzipped his pants, just to free his cock that is alerady hard.

"Look at you, i said that you were really turned on."

He grunted and put his hands on your wrists, keeping you from rolling over and looking at him.

"If you are so eager to lif your ass then do it now for me."

In this position of prone bone, he entered slowly, almost saying something cause you are already wet and dilated. But he didn't say anything just started moving really fast, knowing that wont hurt you. Sloppy sounds filling the room and mixing wtih both of your moans. A couple of minutes later, his cock twitched inside you and the release came again.

"Fuck, i was planning of lasting a little but god, this position and your ass and fuck... yesterday, i am a little exhausted." you almost oved to get out, sad that you didnt reach your high but his legs locked your. "i didnt say i was over."

His thrusts were erratic due to him still being on his high, pushing his cum inside of you again, and that sensation made you orgasm soon after him.

"Thanks, my surgeon." with a breathy moan you started to dress up and kissed him, "i will see you around."

"You are unbelievable."

"That why you come back to me always."

You smiled and got out with your final stop on mind. You got to the deck of the Victoria Punk and to the kitchen, where you saw Kid chugging a lot of water.

"You know that only works directly after drinking, right?"

"Shut up." you smirked and sat on the table, getting off your shorts and moving your pants to the side.

"Kid..." you almost singed to make him turn around, the jar almost dropped at the view of your cunt.

"My god, you only got presents for me."

He unbuckle his pants and got his boxers down to his feet. His big cock was a littly fluffy, which you looked funny at him.

"Not everyone has such a high sex drive. WHy dont you help it woke up?" with that order your hand traveled to his dick and started to pump it until it stiffen on your fingers. "gosh, your hand works wonders on me, every time."

With two fingers he tested how streched you were, making a sarcastic grin when it entered so easily and got out painted in white. His metalic arm holded your leg on his shoulder. And finally his cock entered on you.

"Fuck, you are really wet you needy girl."

He didnt waste time on foreplay or cute things, he directly started to pound into you at a monster pace. His cock was filling your insides so much that breathing was difficult sometimes. Moaning really loud was inevitable and you wished that nobody came inside the kitchen.

The feeling on your stomach was starting to get strong again.

"Fuck, your fucking pussy, i am going to..." you both cummed at the same time, with a broken moan and a low groan.

He pulled out and the white liquid spread to the floor, which you looked at him worried and shaking.

"Don't worry, Killer will clean it."

"No i wont." Killer's voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen's wall and Kid became a red tomato.

"Hello Killer, sorry, Kid will cleaned." you looked at the embarrased redhair, now his face is the same colour as his hair. "good morning big boy."

You kissed his neck, cause you coudln't reach higher even on the table, and decided to finally go an take a shower.

[orphetoon]

Different person, I desire info on the ace attorney au

HI SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MONTH OLD AT THIS POINT

idk if i'll ever do more art bc when will i ever be interested in jjba AND aa at the same time again but just for you. the rough timeline of the entire au

PART 1: PHANTOM ATTORNEY

basically phantom blood but without vampires. jonathan is a defense attorney, the assistant switches between erina and speedwagon; first case is probably defending speedwagon. zeppeli isn't a hamon user here, but rather a spirit medium who gives jonathan some training. jonathan can't actually talk to ghosts, his ability is probably more similar to apollo's; maybe he can sense someones spirit 'wavering', aka when they're unsure.

main antagonist is dio, who is the opposing attorney. he's done a lot of shit he's never gotten caught for, but jonathan manages to reveal his crimes in the final case. dio gets sentenced to death, rip king.

PART 2: uh. battle tendency doesn't happen here.

idk how long it would've taken someone to get executed back in ye olde england times but for this au its long enough for jonathan to have at least two kids. one of these is george ii (joseph's dad), the other will create a branch family (aka giornos gotta exist somehow)

shortly after dio's execution, he forms as a vengeful spirit and is able to forcibly possess jonathan and kill him. dio's a bitch tho and continues to possess joestars whenever possible, but due to uh. reasons? he's not able to kill the next generation of joestars until they have had their own kids. deciding that going after the whole lineage would be tiring, dio just decides to focus on joseph and his descendants.

PART 3: jotaro fucks up

joseph manages to spirit train well enough that dio can't possess him or whatever, and lives a long life. holly manages to avoid him as well. jotaro was on the track to be strong enough to shut dio out, but decided to be an idiot 17 year old and try to banish dio for good. by some means both he and dio fail at their goals, and jotaro is stuck with dio...not really possessing him, but giving running commentary 24/7. joots tries to live with it for awhile, but the thought that dio could eventually succeed in possessing him and hurting those around him (aka baby jolyne) causes him to distance himself from everyone.

PART 4: AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

apologies to josuke for stealing his part number.

anyway. almost completely unrelated to all that, pannacotta fugo is a prodigy prosecuting attorney who has one of the highest success rates in the country. he has a found family sort of thing with the rest of bucci's gang, who he's all advised on legal matters at some point. they (sans fugo) run a restaurant; this isn't important at all to the au, i just like the idea. anyway, fugo's life is pretty good, until.

giorno fucking giovanna.

he arrives out of nowhere and quickly becomes the best defense in the country, even tho he's younger than fugo (both of them are too young to be attorneys, but this is aa). doesn't matter if his client is clearly guilty, giorno can get them off the hook (he only takes clients he believes should be seen as innocent, but giorno has his own interesting moral system). these two idiots battle it out in the courtroom, until bucciarati is framed for a murder.

unable to defend him, fugo turns to the only person he can, giorno. giorno completely clears bucci's name, unraveling the truth of the case - aka taking down diavolo, who's organized most of the crimes in this 'game'. since trish is the assistant for this game, she becomes kinda the main character during the final case lol. either way diavolo goes to jail, and both gio and trish are sort of folded into the bucci gang.

PART 5: GHOSTS ARE REAL

the second 'game' would be giorno with jolyne as an assistant; he clears her from the vehicular manslaughter and both of them resolve to solve the conspiracy behind it (it's pucci. pucci's behind it). josuke is here as a side character, being a police detective

the final case involves revealing pucci's crimes and jolyne finding a way to free her father from dio's spirit. no universe reset here lads :)

50/50 onto whether giorno finds out he's actually related to the joestars or not. he still bills them either way

PART 6: feedback investigations

fugo gets his own games but idk a whole lot about the investigations games so uh! lets just say its normal aa shenanigans with the purple haze feedback characters in there as well

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OC Speech Mannerisms

Tagged by @theelderhazelnut

Red Robin

No. Of Spoken Languages: 1/2/3+ (English, Bosnian)

Tone Of Voice: high/average/deep

Demeanor: confident /shy / approachable /hostile / other

Posture: slumped /straight / stiff / relaxed

Habits: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting /stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing /strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections /plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

Complexity

Vocabulary: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

Emotion: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

Sense Of Structure: ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜

Profanity

Frequency: ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜

Creativity: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜

Bold All That Apply: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

This Or That

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies (it depends on the situation)((same)) ? / excessive or minimal hand gestures (happy medium) ? / name-calling or magnanimity (both. Both is good) ? / friendly or blunt?

Important Questions

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps. (He would say some dumb shit like "in my defense")

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't.

Tag list: @kaoticdreamer @jentasticart @jaydraw209 @ashrahswings @ash-shark (again, because you're the goat) @crowsnhoes @thedragonholder @meatgrinderminefield and screw it, anyone else

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: World's End Isle PARTIES: Wyatt (@loftylockjaw), Winter (@longislandcharm), & Emilio (@mortemoppetere) SUMMARY: Wyatt is mad about Winter blasting him on social media after his arrest. He decides to put the fear in her, but Emilio intervenes. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

—

Her car was still outside of Mack’s house as Winter made her way down the street, her eyes glued to the spirit that had been trying to get her to follow the moment she’d arrived. Ignoring it hadn’t worked, especially when the woman realized she could be seen, so the medium started walking behind her with Henry hot on their tail in the hopes that she could get the ghost to leave her alone. Trees were thickening around her the farther she went, dark eyes pulled up and around as Winter followed onto an overgrown trail into the woods. There was an eerie air to this whole situation. She should be used to this by now but something about today had been setting her on edge even before she’d arrived at her best friends. The feeling of being watched came to mind but she shrugged it off the moment the spirit had appeared in front of her, thinking that that could have been the reason.

It was still there, though, even as she pushed the branches of trees aside to keep up with the woman leading her astray. This wasn’t smart, was it? Letting a ghost lead her into what felt like a trap wasn’t her brightest moment and Winter felt her movements slow with the realization of it all. “Excuse me? Why are you leading me out here?” But the woman continued forward without even a glance back at Winter. Her eyes found Henry’s, the ghost reflecting her own confusion back at her. She considered turning around until the woman stopped and looked back at them expectantly. “Lady, I’m not following you anymore unless you tell me what’s going on.” 

The ghost didn’t speak, only huffed and vanished away causing Winter to roll her eyes. “Must not have wanted to talk too much then.” She muttered the words before realizing the hairs on the back of her neck were still standing. Henry’s proximity didn’t do that much anymore and this time it felt…different. Did the ghost really lead her into a trap? Was there something else out there that not even the ghost was aware of? “Hello?” Her voice rang out through the trees as she squinted, trying to see through the slight fog that was rolling on the ground. Something large darted through her vision, disappearing not long after, and it made her blood run cold. What had she just gotten herself into?

—

Finding out who she was hadn’t been a difficult task. Finding out where she lived had been harder, but once that was determined, Wyatt had kept a close eye. He was pissed, and in the face of all the other bullshit going on in his life, he wanted to cling to one tiny scrap of control, he wanted to do one tiny little thing that would scare this girl into hopefully being less of a bitch to people she didn’t know, who’s stories she didn’t understand. She’d publicly dragged him for getting arrested, but she couldn’t have known why he was flipping out on that woman. No one could unless Wyatt told them, and he wasn’t about to go blabbing about his nightmares to anyone who would listen. Truth be told, he didn’t have a good reason to be here. He was being petty, reactionary, and downright stupid. But his world was falling apart anyway, so what the fuck did it matter?

Following the girl from her home was simple enough, and he was patient in his pursuit to see where she’d stop. Some mansion on World’s End Isle, turned out, because of course she’d know someone who lived in a place like that. He waited patiently outside the home at a respectable distance, and upon seeing the girl exit the house and wander into the woods he himself was already hiding in, he smiled at his good fortune. Or… well, he smiled as best an alligator could, having already disrobed and shifted in preparation for her eventual departure. 

Laying in wait, the lamia watched the girl pass him by, unaware. She was… talking to herself. That was weird. He followed quietly, giving her a wide berth as she came to a stop again and getting in front of her. The underbrush provided ample cover as long as he stayed on all fours, but she seemed to suspect something, calling out into the darkness like the first to die in a horror film. 

He nearly laughed. 

Moving quickly from one tree to the next, the lamia rose up off the ground, standing at his full nine foot height as he lumbered toward her. A growl started in his belly, rolling up his throat and over his flat tongue, sounding very much like something you’d imagine would come from a dinosaur. Yellow eyes glinted in the dim light of the moon as the creature stepped forward and into sight. “Hello?” he mocked her, but there was no innocence in his tone. Those long jaws parted and the shifter let out a loud, angry bellow, snapping them shut again dangerously close to her fragile human body. 

—

Following Wyatt around had started as a joke, mostly. As much as Emilio hated to admit it, the guy really had saved his ass in those underground tunnels. Without the gator dragging him away, he probably would have died trying to get that corpse out in one piece, desperately trying to save something that was lost long before he arrived. The idea of owing someone his life made him feel uncomfortable, like he was waiting and waiting and waiting for some other shoe to drop directly onto his head. When Wyatt implied that he found plenty of trouble on his own, an idea had formed in the hunter’s head. If he could catch Wyatt in need of help and provide an assist, they’d be even. And, as an added bonus, he might get to see Wyatt in a vulnerable position, which would make him feel a little better about the way the gator had seen him in those tunnels.

He figured it was a no brainer. After all, it wasn’t as if he was doing anything bad. He was trying to help the guy. If anything, Wyatt ought to be grateful when he figured it out. Emilio was a model goddamn citizen here. (Minus the ‘citizen’ part, technically. But he was a model something, for sure.)

Trailing people was… a little boring, when you got down to it, though. The movies Teddy made him watch always made it out to be some great and exciting thing, full of shootouts and danger, but the reality was always a little more dull. There was a lot of standing around and waiting and being quiet, and those were three things that Emilio wasn’t particularly great at. But he could manage it, when he put his mind to it. He could stand unseen behind the lamia in the underbrush, could watch carefully to see what he might do next.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, really. His introduction to the guy had seen him taking a bite out of someone, and most of their interaction that followed had involved Emilio filled with an overwhelming certainty that he, too, would wind up between the gator’s teeth. Still, there was something a little jarring about seeing the lamia accost a woman in the woods, mocking and snapping at her. Standing and waiting and being quiet fell off the table all at once, and Emilio found himself rushing forward without thinking, looking to get between the lamia and the woman before he could go in for a snack.

—

Why was it that when Winter was scared she could never get her feet to move? The fight or flight in her was broken, the medium decided, as every single time she just stood there waiting for what was to come instead of doing something about it. It might have stemmed from her not knowing how to fight but the least she could do was try to run from a gigantic growling monster standing before her. Sure, she would still die, but she wouldn’t have handed herself over on a silver platter. A shrill scream filled the silence of the woods as the thing that had been following her moved forward, the full picture of an alligator on its hind legs towering over her finally kicking that response mode into gear. 

Only for her to fall back on her ass. Instead of the graceful departure she had been expecting she’d tripped her own feet while trying to take a step back from the beast. So much for ice skating and the grace she was supposed to gain from it. She would bet money that she would have been halfway home by then if the ground was covered in the sheets of frozen water but give her regular dirt and she was a goner. 

Was this asshole reptile talking? Her eyes widened at its mocking tone, something familiar about the voice grating in the back of her mind but she was too busy trying not to let those sharp teeth pierce her skin to really think about it. She jerked her head back as those jaws snapped in front of her, vaguely aware of Henry shouting for her to get up and run but all she could focus on were those sharp teeth ready to slice through her. Until she saw another figure running towards them, this one very much human, and her eyes started to dart between the two. She should try to keep the attention on her, right? To give this guy an opportunity to surprise it? Her specialty was always going to be pissing people and things off, wasn’t it? Her contribution to society was A plus. Fuck, she was doing this.

“Alright, you ugly bitch, who the hell taught you how to speak?” Because really, what crazy person was out there teaching gigantic alligators to talk? Much less mock girls alone in the woods? Must have been a man. “I’d choose a bear over you any day.” Despite the bravado of her words, she felt her hands digging into the earth, desperate to clutch something to keep her grounded. 

—

Now Wyatt did laugh, lowering himself onto his hands and crouching there in front of her. “My mother,” he ground out between the laughs, though they still managed to sound threatening, in their way. He took a step toward the girl that’d fallen on her ass in fear, relishing the terror in her gaze that she couldn’t hide as she tried to act brave. He was so singularly focused on drinking in the image that he barely noticed the sound of irregular footfalls as someone came running at them, swiveling his head just in time to get smacked in the face with—fuck, what was that?! Wyatt snarled and reared back, bringing his hands to his maw to rub it soothingly. 

“What in the shit,” he complained, blinking once or twice before his gaze focused on the man now standing between him and his fun—Emilio. The lamia let out an annoyed huff, dropping back onto all fours and pressing himself into the hunter’s personal space, the tip of his snout poking the man’s chest. “Get outta here, hunter,” he warned his acquaintance, “this don’t concern you.”

—

There was something a little admirable about the way she talked back to the lamia. Emilio had been raised to view his life as a disposable thing, trained to throw it away the moment it was more convenient to others for him to die than it was for him to live. For him, tossing insults at something large and dangerous that wanted to make a meal of him was nothing. It was expected behavior, it was a thing he was meant to do. But for her? For a woman who, from the looks of her, had no idea what it was she was even facing? It was impressive that she managed it, even if her hands trembled in the dirt. 

It worked in his favor, too. It allowed him a moment to scoop up a fallen branch, brandishing it like a baseball bat as he surged forward. He wasn’t looking to kill the lamia — not if he didn’t have to, at least. He liked Wyatt, but he wasn’t about to let the guy eat a civilian. He didn’t put his full strength behind the blow; it was more of a warning than an attack. It was enough to draw Wyatt’s attention away, though, and Emilio didn’t drop the branch. He stood over the woman, facing the lamia, and held the branch like a warning even if he knew it wasn’t a suitable weapon now that the element of surprise was gone. He’d be better off going for a knife, but… if he could resolve this bloodlessly, he’d prefer it. That was a new feeling.

“I’m making it concern me,” he said flatly. “You seriously attacking women alone in the woods now?” He didn’t flinch back from the snout against his chest, demeanor remaining calm despite the clear threat. He was… about sixty percent sure Wyatt wasn’t going to kill him. Maybe fifty-five. “Fuck off. No reason for this.”

—

Fuck. She’d actually whimpered when the mutated gator answered her. A fucking whimper that she hated more than anything that had showed her fear so far. Winter hated that it would give this thing the satisfaction, give it whatever it wanted from her. He was playing with her, she knew that now, whether he wanted her as a meal or not. And she was giving him exactly what he wanted from her. It was infuriating.

But she must have bought enough time because soon the gator’s focus was on her savior after a satisfying wack to the face. She didn’t know what it said about her that she was relieved the monster had his sights set on someone else entirely but hell she didn’t care at the moment. Especially because he wasn’t attacking the man brandishing a stick. She had been expecting some all out brawl where the man would be torn apart as she ran away but the two were only squaring up to each other, having a conversation. “Um, not to interrupt your moment or whatever, but do you know this alligator?” The indignation in her tone was clear, the fear having subsided in lieu of confusion and annoyance. It was perfectly clear that they knew each other so the question was redundant but Winter wanted it known how utterly ridiculous she thought this was. Tilting her head back, she saw Henry in an upside down view and it was also clear that the ghost mirrored her thoughts. 

By the looks of it, she wasn’t in much danger anymore, an assumption that would most likely get her killed if she were wrong. But Winter got to her feet anyway, brushing the dirt away from her backside while she glared at the two of them, that underlying fear only visible in the way her hands still shook. “Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on? Are you the one who taught him how to talk? Might want to put a leash on your monster, he’s a bit volatile if you haven’t noticed.”

—

“I ain’t his pet,” Wyatt snarled, gaze darting from Emilio to Winter, then back again. “And there’s plenty of reason for it, couyon. Don’t expect you to keep up.” He looked at the girl again, eyes narrowed into slits, his muzzle dragging across Emilio’s chest as he nudged him slightly to the side. His movements were slow but deliberate—he didn’t want Emilio to think he was worth suddenly attacking worse than he already had, but he also didn’t like how comfortable Winter was getting. “This one needs to be taught a lesson, is all. I ain’t gonna kill her.” He pressed himself forward a little more, a growl rumbling in his throat as he tried to angle his head around the hunter that stood in his way. “Just chew her up a little. Give her a few nice scars to remember me by.” 

That was when he lunged, bowling Emilio over as he scooped the girl up in his jaws, standing upright again to lift her very high off the ground. He held her by her midsection, gently enough that any damage he did wouldn’t be permanent (probably), but tight enough to make a fucking point to her that she had shit-talked the wrong shifter. Who cared if she didn’t realize the man she’d publicly shamed for getting arrested was this very alligator? Fear was fear, and that usually lent itself to a more humble attitude. Usually. The bridge of logic might not have been present, but Wyatt didn’t care. Wyatt was just pissed. He stepped away from Emilio, carrying the girl with him to the base of a large tree. With a twinkle in his eye, the shifter scaled the trunk and perched on the lowest branch, out of reach of his acquaintance.

—

“My pets are much better than this,” Emilio agreed flatly, shooting Wyatt an unimpressed look. “What’s the reason, then? Because way I see it, you’re going after someone who’s just out for a damn walk. Think we both know I’m not going to stand by for that, cabrón.” If he’d thought Wyatt had a decent reason, maybe he’d have let it happen. Emilio was fine with people getting vengeance where it was deserved. But… it was clear that this woman didn’t even know what a shifter was. However she’d slighted Wyatt, he doubted it was anything intense enough to earn her the scars he was threatening to give her for it. The fear ought to have been enough.

Before he could say anything further, though, the shifter surged forward. Years ago, before the injury to his leg and the shit that left his head so messy that he was only half present on his best days, Emilio’s reaction time might have been quick enough to get another swing in with the stick and stop Wyatt in his tracks. But now? He was on his ass by the time his mind caught up with the situation at all, watching the shifter scurry up the tree with the woman in his mouth. Gritting his teeth, Emilio traded the branch for a blade. “I got good aim with this,” he warned. “I’ll throw it into your fucking ass if you don’t cut the shit.”

—

Again, her great talent would be pissing things off. The thought ran through her mind when the gator snarled at her and continued to talk about her slighting it. She couldn’t think of what she had done to this thing but that was mostly due to her having so many different instances to look back on. Sifting through them all would only cause more confusion. Winter blanched when the gator mentioned scars, not really believing that it would come after her even with the threats. If it wanted to hurt her it would have already.

Or so she thought. Suddenly it was lunging at her, the girl’s shriek coated the silence of the forest around them, so loud that rustles started in the trees from animals that had been disturbed. There was no time for her to even attempt to run with the thing moving so quickly and soon she was up in a tree feeling all kinds of uncomfortable by the pressure those sharp teeth were causing. At least he hadn’t pierced her skin yet. “Holy fuck, let me down you crazy bastard!” Winter wiggled as much as she could in his clamped jaws but it wasn’t a good idea. His teeth started to scratch her skin, the faint smell of copper hitting her nose telling her that she was only causing damage to herself. She stopped but her body refused, shaking inside the giant gator’s mouth while she clamped her eyes shut. 

“His ass?” That wasn’t good enough. No, this thing needed to be taken out. If it didn’t kill her today she was sure it was going to kill someone down the line. “Throw it into his fucking neck!” As she screeched out the words she was trying to pry it’s mouth open with her fingers. Winter didn’t care if she fell out of the tree, breaking an arm would be preferable to being inside this thing’s mouth. The fight mode came in too late but it was all too present now. 

—

He could swallow her whole if he wanted. She was small enough, she’d go down easy, shoes and all. That wasn’t why he was here, he wasn’t even hungry, but the thought was a tempting one. She was trying to pry his jaws open (that was cute) and Emilio was threatening to throw a knife at him (also cute). The lamia was terribly amused, laying down on the tree branch like a cat stretching out for a nap, tail dangling well within Emilio’s reach. He kept the girl firmly in his strong grip, squeezing down a little harder just for the fun of it. The taste of blood on his tongue was a welcome one, the muscle moving beneath Winter’s body to push what might as well have been an aperitif to the back of his gullet. 

Hm. Maybe he ought to put her down before things got out of hand. Meaning that the taste of her blood was inspiring a bit of an appetite after all. Wyatt turned his head to the side to deposit her onto her feet on the branch, giving a final warning bite before releasing his grip on her middle. He angled his head up and swung his jaws over her head, snapping them shut with immense force just an inch or so above her head. 

“Well? Go on then, cher. Git,” he snarled happily. His gaze jumped to Emilio and he gave the hunter a curt nod. “You want ‘er so bad? Fuckin’ catch ‘er.” And with that, the lamia shoved Winter rather unceremoniously from the tree, watching with a toothy grin as she tumbled back toward the earth. 

—

He didn’t think the woman was helping her case much, but… he also figured he was just about the last person who could comment on another person’s habit of yapping in the mouth of danger. Fuck knew Emilio did plenty of that himself, after all. Still, he shot the stranger a look of warning, still gripping the knife in his hand as he weighed his options. He didn’t want to kill Wyatt, in spite of the situation. The guy had saved his ass once before, and it felt a little impolite to off a guy after that, especially when he knew damn well that if the shifter had intended on killing this woman, he’d have done it by now. He remembered how quickly the gator had gobbled down the body he’d found him with upon their first meeting. Whatever Wyatt was doing here, his intention really didn’t seem to be to kill the woman.

That didn’t make it all right. The woman was clearly afraid, in spite of her running mouth, and Emilio couldn’t blame her. In her shoes, with her seemingly limited knowledge of the supernatural (she thought Wyatt was a pet, after all), he could only imagine how terrifying the situation must have been. He eyed the gator’s tail, shifting the knife in his hand. If he shoved it in, would it work in his favor? 

He was about to test the theory when Wyatt seemed to decide enough was enough. He released his jaws from around the woman, and Emilio knew well enough to know that he wouldn’t let her climb down from the tree peacefully. He had just enough time to toss the knife on the ground before she was falling, and he struggled to get beneath her. This is probably going to fucking suck, he thought before the tangle of limbs knocked the wind out of him.

—

As much as she refused in her mind to show any more fear to this thing, the glare she was trying to send  obvious proof, Winter’s body kept betraying that request. Tears pooled in her eyes as the gator squeezed down even harder, the uncomfortable feeling giving way to a dull pain. ‘I’m going to die.’ How many times had that thought run through her mind in the past year? Each time she had truly believed it as well. It was hard to think anything else was a possible ending to being clamped between the jaws of a psychotic talking alligator that could walk on its hind legs, right? She whimpered again as the thing started to move her, wondering if this was when she would finally perish for the crime of being human in a supernatural world.

But then she was placed upright on the branch, her legs wobbling beneath her while she did her best to stay standing. Once again, she had evaded death. Wide eyes looked the gator over when its voice reached her ears, all bravado finally lost to the overwhelming mix of fear and relief. If the point of this was ‘don’t piss off random mutants in the woods’ this thing had been successful in its endeavor.

The racing of her heart was just starting to calm when the gator rumbled their next words, Winter’s head shooting to the side for her to watch a limb shove her backward. She was tired of screaming yet a raw screech fell from her lips in the split second before she was hurtling towards the ground, silent prayers tearing through her thoughts for the hunter to reach her in time. The impact hurt, she knew it had to hurt him too, but it was softer than her crashing to the forest floor and for that she would always be grateful. She didn’t even know this man’s name but in that moment he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She made a mental note to thank him the best way she knew how; showering him with gifts.

The wind had been knocked out of her and her chest heaved while she tried to take in as much air as her lungs would allow. Despite this, she rolled onto her back off of the man she had crashed into and looked back up to the gator still sitting in the tree, not wanting to take her eyes off of it in case it decided to come after her again. She brought a hand up to her bad shoulder that was now aching from the impact, her fingers brushing the scar that had been left after being stabbed. “What the hell did I ever do to you?” She croaked the words out, Winter knowing deep down that she had done plenty to deserve this fate. That didn’t mean she was going to admit to it.

—

“Mind yer fuckin’ business!” he bellowed at them both, leaping down from the tree with a tremendous thud. His gaze was fixed on Winter, and while he didn’t love making a habit of outing himself to strangers, he figured this one wasn’t about to be any kind of threat. “You need to learn when to leave well enough alone, ya little shit. Makin’ a mockery of one of the worst days of my fuckin’ life—I should eat ya, ya know. I should, but I’m a nice guy, so I won’t. But that woman you wanted to buy a drink for? She’s the fuckin’ devil and you’d do well to stay the fuck away from her.” His emotions were getting away from him now, and he wheeled around on Emilio. “And you! Why the fuck are you followin’ me, couyon?! Lemme live my damn life without a mopey ol’ raincloud hoverin’ over me at every fuckin’ second.” He huffed out an irritated breath, then turned on his heel and bounded off into the trees and back toward the coast. This island sucked.

—

There was no fear in his chest as the gator leaped from the tree, though perhaps there would have been had he had even an ounce of self preservation lurking within him. Emilio shifted the woman’s weight off him as gently as he could manage, retrieving his knife and holding it idly at his side as Wyatt yelled about something that made little sense to him. His grip tightened on the hilt momentarily when the shifter claimed he should eat the woman, though it loosened when he added that he wouldn’t. Whatever point Wyatt had wanted to make, it was clear that he believed he’d made it. So long as he didn’t actually kill the woman, Emilio figured it was fine. 

He tilted his head as the gator turned to him, anger burning dully in his chest. “Was trying to make sure you’d have someone watching your back when you ran into trouble,” he replied flatly. “Didn’t know the kind of ‘trouble’ you run into is the kind where you try to eat women for pissing you off.” He continued glaring at Wyatt as he turned to leave, not looking away until he’d disappeared into the treeline. Then, with a sigh, he looked to the woman. “You good?”

—

She knew that voice had sounded familiar. Winter gaped at the alligator, man, whatever he classified himself as (even though psycho should have been the only classification here) when she realized just who he was. Running her mouth about him online must have pissed him off more than she’d realized but she didn’t give any fucks about his hurt feelings, especially after this. “You’re only proving my point, you dumb bastard!” She called after his retreating form, the irony of her calling him dumb while she was screaming at someone who could, and most likely would, kill her not lost on her. 

She sighed out the frustration filling her chest, looking down at the small cuts littering her arms while Henry slowly lowered himself next to her. “You really should shut your mouth.” Her glare turned to the ghost, just about to retort when she heard the other man ask her a question. Remembering herself, she only nodded her head at him. “I’ll be fine. It’s only a few cuts. He could have done worse.” She got the feeling that he wanted to. She made sure the other was okay as well, aware that even with her tiny stature that didn’t mean she couldn’t do damage after falling onto him from that height. He’d tried to slip away after but Winter insisted on getting his name at least before they parted ways. 

As she walked back to her car she realized her fear had settled, morphing into agitation as so many things rolled through her mind. Winter had someone to talk to about their supposed friend and just because the man thought he could scare her away that didn’t mean he actually could. She was born to escalate, to ruin, and the gator would soon find that out.

[tobiasdrake]

Examining MK1 Characters: Earthrealm

Alright, I want to take a moment and go character-by-character to share opinions on the new versions of Mortal Kombat characters in Liu Kang's new timeline.

Let's start with the giant fucking sausage fest that is the Earthrealmers. I don't know what possessed Netherrealm to restrict "being female" to a trait solely possessed by aliens. IDK. But Kang's like, "Time to collect my warriors, no women allowed. Earthrealm is a Boys' Club now, and that is final!"

Maybe he's super creeped out that Johnny reproduced in the last timeline and is determined to stop that shit from ever happening again. Joke's on him 'cause Johnny still finds love anyway.

Liu Kang/Raiden

I'm putting these two together because they square danced into each other's spots so they compare more to each other than to themselves.

How does Kang compare to Raiden? Honestly, I loved him. As Protector God, Kang has a lot more personality than Raiden ever did. Raiden's always gone for this emotionless almighty deity approach, while Kang's performance shows a lot more of the humanity we know he carries with him. He emotes more.

Any time Raiden would speak with his champions, you could feel the godly distance between him and them. He wants them to prevail, but he is a being who is far detached from them and it carries in his lofty performance. But when Liu Kang speaks to his champions, you can feel his compassion. How much he genuinely cares. There's a likable softness to him that Raiden's never had. He meets people at their level because he remembers what it feels like to be there.

He is their god. But he engages with them as if he were a friend. Even when he reveals that he is the Creator God of the universe itself, he rejects any deference. I love that about him. Liu Kang is Best God.

Raiden/Liu Kang

For his part, Raiden is... He's almost an afterthought. I was worried he would overtake the story; That the writers would push too hard trying to make him the "new" Liu Kang. Rather than let anyone else shine, they'd swap Raiden and Kang's roles completely.

Instead, the opposite happened? Raiden is barely even in this story. He becomes Earthrealm's Champion and gets to show off his fighting skills to Sindel. Then he's dropped from the story almost entirely. He's a nice guy who punches well. He was not as good at punching as Kung Lao is, until one day, he was better. That's it. That's his entire plot.

Johnny Cage

Johnny's a hard character for writers to nail down. He's a self-important jackass and a great hero. Comically full of himself and a highly formidable martial artist who can hang with the best of 'em. His portrayals often struggle to capture that balance, veering too far towards either "Useless Clown" or "Totally reformed and genuinely virtuous".

MK1 struck that balance well. We get endless reminders of how Hollywood shallow Johnny is, without making a complete joke out of him. He's genuinely invested in being here and his character ending even reframes the whole "Johnny makes movies about his adventures" thing into a form of PR.

Kang wants to reveal the truth to the world, and the medium for that is Johnny's films. That's clever. I like it.

Johnny even gets to have a character arc. It's... not great? Like, his bromance with Kenshi is strong. But he opens his story with his wife leaving him because he's let his celebrity go to his head and burned all his wealth on trinkets and doo-dads. But then the trinkets and doo-dads wind up being his ticket into becoming a true hero, so actually it's good that he's Nicolas Cage-ing it up as hard as he can?

That sort of setup is usually supposed to inform us about a fatal flaw that the character must overcome. But instead, Johnny's rewarded for it. There's even a scene where he gets to use one of his money-sink toys to help the plot, while bragging about how wrong his nagging ex was. So I guess the central message around his ex-wife is just, "Man, bitches, amirite? Always trying to hold you back."

Meanwhile, the payoff to his arc is that Johnny returns Sento to Kenshi. But there's no indicator of character growth or development. The only thing that's changed between them since yesterday is that Kenshi had his eyes gouged out; That makes this come off like a gesture of pity rather than growth.

"Man, I would be a real heel to keep holding on to your sacred family treasure after you got disabled like that."

The intent is clear; This is meant to demonstrate the strength of their growing friendship. It feels like Johnny's still hanging onto Sento more to playfully tease Kenshi than because he genuinely feels entitled to it. But we don't get to see that growth. They trained together offscreen and now they're bros.

Speaking of which,

Kenshi

Kenshi gets a lot of focus and expansion in MK1. Prior to this, he was always "Wandering swordsman does swords real good in the name of Earthrealm". MK1 expands his character, delving deep into his clan's history and establishing grounded ties to the physical world. They do a great job of making Kenshi feel like a fleshed out character.

What they don't do well is making him into Kenshi. Adaptations/reboots/etc. sometimes come off janky when it comes to explaining how the character became the thing that's iconic about them. Sometimes it can feel like the Chains of Iconicity simply wrapped around them and dragged them inorganically into resembling their counterparts.

(This happens a lot to Jax, who has to have his arms ripped off in every portrayal somehow to justify his robot arms, even though the original had them installed apropos of nothing. He felt cool robot arms would make him stronger, so he got 'em.)

MK1 Kenshi is 100% a Chains of Iconicity character. He needs to get blinded somehow, so Mileena jams a pair of sais all the way through his eyes and somehow fails to puncture his brain. Then he needs to get Sento, so Johnny spontaneously hands 'er over without a fuss. Then he needs to gain spirit telekinesis, so Sento suddenly goes, "Hey, I'm a ghost sword and you have spirit telekinesis now." Even Kenshi's confused by how abrupt and un-foreshadowed that is.

It would feel like a random bullshit twist yanked straight out of the writer's ass if we, the audience, didn't already know it was a thing and expect it from a Kenshi-shaped character. He spends most of his journey as an interesting and organic character but then he suddenly gets kidnapped and pounded into a Kenshi mold.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is the most consistent of the Earthrealmers. Which is to say, he's fine. All the Kung Lao stuff is there. He longs for greatness. He's devoted to protecting Earthrealm. He's part of the team. Raiden goes from nobody to champion and also Kung Lao is there. Johnny and Kenshi embark on this big mission and also Kung Lao is there.

He rarely stands out but he's certainly one of the boys. This feels like neither a step up nor a step down from past portrayals, where he was the other Shaolin guy standing next to Liu Kang while Kang was doing plot stuff. Kung Lao rarely gets to be distinctive or interesting. It's his curse to always dwell in the shadow of characters with more narrative focus.

Scorpion

Why is he Scorpion? Unclear. They go hard on making their Scorpion into a composite character of Kuai Liang and Hanzo Hasashi, even to the point of having him found the Shirai Ryu and marry Harumi. (And boy does that first Invasion want you to know this is what happened.)

It never stops feeling weird to see Scorpion running around as Sub-Zero's Lil' Bro. Even when they inevitably schism, Scorpion being outraged because Sub-Zero is a disgrace to the Lin Kuei remains utterly surreal from beginning to end.

Scorpion never feels like Scorpion; He always feels like Sub-Zero (the one we know) doing a cosplay.

As for the schism itself, this worked for me. Kuai Liang having to flee the Lin Kuei because their Grandmaster is a douche is one of those Iconic Things that has to occur, but having that schism with a living Bi-Han is unique and interesting. More on that in....

Sub-Zero

Bi-Han is the original Sub-Zero, but his Chains of Iconicity thing is Noob Saibot. Bi-Han typically exists to die immediately so he can come back as Saibot. This is the first time since the obscure platformer MK Mythologies: Sub-Zero that Bi-Han's been allowed to be an active player in events unfolding.

He more or less slots into the role of the unnamed Lin Kuei Grandmaster responsible for the cybernetic program that gives us Sektor and Cyrax. A supremely sinister figure involved in a major intra-factional conflict that previously occurred entirely offscreen. At once the wicked mastermind of a major development in the story and such an irrelevant footnote of a character that he never even warranted a name.

Kicking that role over to Bi-Han for the reboot is a strong choice. It puts an actual character into the lead position of this development and promises interesting things for the future. They took a character with no story to speak of and a story with no character to speak of, and fit them together like jigsaw pieces. Well played.

Smoke

Also Smoke is nearby.

Smoke is the Kung Lao of the Lin Kuei. Kuai Liang and Bi-Han have their drama, and also Smoke is nearby. In fact, he's so nearby that he gets punted from the story for the sake of the emotional Sub-Zero Bros having their showdown together, then jogs up to Liang afterwards like, "Yo, what'd I miss?"

It's hilarious how little the game cares about Smoke. If this is how you're going to handle him, why is he even here? XD

Sadly, this is not much of a change from previous portrayals. Smoke has always been "And Smoke". He's been Sub-Zero and Smoke, he's been Noob Saibot and Smoke, but much like And Kung Lao, "And Smoke" is the story of his life.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Holaaaaaaa!! Ive been back in my outsiders phase lately and I love them all, I was hoping for a ship! I'm Lara :)

Physical appearance : Im bisexual and my pronouns are she/her (afab). I'm blonde (naturally brunette tho), brown eyebrows, medium length wavy-curly (on a good day) hair w/ bangs and I'm 5'3. I'm whitititteee. Like pale. I have light blue eyes, and I'm medium on the scale spectrum. My style is a lot of different stuff - I can go from a coquette kind of style to leather jackets and baggy jeans in between days and then comfortable sweatpants and that sort of thing the next. I switch around depending on what I'm feeling!

Personality - Ive been told I have an rbf but I swear I'm nice!! I'm an ambivert, more on the introverted side but I don't mind introducing myself and being outwardly nice or going out of my way to make others feel included. I can go from calm to raging enthusiasm all throughout a day. I lowkeyyeyeyey just a little bit have anger issues. But like not just a little bit things get me irritated and I'm a really good grudge holder.

Hobbies/interests - I play piano, guitar, and I sing. I do spring track (distance running) but I also do musical theater and I get good parts :)! I'm also in french honors society and honor roll. Those things pretty much take up all of my time with school work too. I love reading a lot, ranging from silence of the lambs to pride and prejudice. I love food and I try to travel as much as possible, and I love sightseeing - even just nature around my house that I've seen 100 times !!

Thanks for taking the time to do this, I've never done one of these before and I'm super excited ! :)))

Your Outsiders Ship: Sodapop Curtis

(I ship you all out of the reason that you seem like you would be a very supportive couple of eachother and I think your passion would help elevate his kinda basic mindset a lot if that makes sense, and I feel like the fact you’re very nice but have a resting bitch face would be so funny, because he would meet you and be the first one to make you crack a smile and it would be like his life achievement. Your styles are kinda similar and you guys are definitely a couple I could visualize walking through Tulsa downtown!)

[100ducksizedfolignos]

15 people 15 questions

thanks @girlfriendline @giveemgreef @tblueger <333

1. are you named after anyone?

i am not! my middle name was an homage to my mom's grandparents but i have since changed it and my parents are blessedly allergic to otherwise naming anything after anybody

2. when was the last time you cried?

few days before christmas

3. do you have kids?

no and i do not want to. i have one fur baby (that i co-parent with my parents lmao) though as you all well know (scout my baby boy <3)

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

played kids' baseball/softball until i was like 10/11 bc i was constantly in the outfield and nobody can pitch until you get to like. high school. so it was boring and i hated it so i quit. i was on dance team for a while until i had to drop it bc recital dates kept being on the same days as school band concerts. was in marching band throughout high school, which counts bc i was a percussionist and had to lug around those heavy drum harnesses

5. do you use sarcasm?

a ridiculous amount. if we also count like comedic lying in this i accidentally convinced a coworker that there were only three seasons of spongebob doing that whole pretending that only the good parts of a show exist. such a shame spongebob ended after season 3. there's no more of it! just too bad

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair probably

7. what’s your eye color?

brown! medium tending towards dark

8. scary movies or happy endings?

while i love gothicness and gothyness i am a Known Weenie and certain types of gore literally make me feel faint. like the finale of the terror s1 made me a little faint and gave me the sweats and i had to fully pause the episode and lay on the floor for a while. so i guess categorically happy endings based on that. if a scary movie isn't super gory though i'll go for it

9. any talents?

i’m very performing arts inclined! i play piano, sing, dance, and act (was a theatre major in college). i memorize things quickly if i set my mind to it, am great at navigating, have great pitch memory (like i can be exactly or near-exactly on pitch when singing something i’ve heard before even without backing accompaniment. this unfortunately drives me crazy when people post pitch-shifted versions of songs and i can tell they’re off. bearer of the curse), decent stage combatant, good crowd weaver, and somehow bear the ability to unintentionally come off as intimidating to basically everyone i’ve ever met

10. where were you born?

iowa, usa

11. what are your hobbies?

i'm something of a gamer in my spare time. basically only solo joints though i'm not like gamer nhlers that play like. league of legends or fortnite or counterstrike. i've recently joined a community band and a bar trivia team (with my old middle school choir teacher lmao. he's a homie), i write fic every once in a while, read, dance around the house, go for walks when it's not cold, snuggle my pup, and obviously watch hockey. i keep telling myself i'm going to learn how to sew but trying to find beginner projects for men types is fucking dire and i keep not going out to get fabric for the pirate blouse i keep wanting to make rip

12. do you have any pets?

ah there's a separate question for this. scout, my yellow lab baby boy whose breeder had a confederate flag up in his barn when we got him (we saved you buddy). have some pictures

13. how tall are you?

5'5". short king territory

14. favorite subject in school?

i was a band/choir bitch. probably followed by english (literature). i liked basically all of it but phys ed though fuck that class i hate distance running it gives me a stitch in my side and you have to run a mile at least twice a semester (fuck you presidential fitness test). on top of all the other running they make you do. loved when they just did games though. matball my beloved

15. dream job.

actor, either stage or voice. unfortunately i do not want to live where the big voice acting studios are located and regional stage acting is kind of limited unless you go all the way out to chicago, which i tried for a couple of months before multiple breakdowns told me i should probably be closer to home. i enjoy being a librarian though :)

tagging @get-hockeyed-idiot @amandaleveille @wildaboutmnhockey @girldewar @letkirillfight @yes-perwallstedt if you guys haven't done it yet and also anyone else who wants to

[thesmollestsnek]

Yknow, whenever I see a character who has both moles and a secret identity, they cover up the moles while secret identity-ing. Which makes sense, but tends to rub me the wrong way a little, cause. As someone with several prominent facial moles, those bitches are fucking impossible to cover fully with makeup. One time on a whim I sat down in front of a mirror and tried various things and the absolute *closest* to proper coverage I could manage was a dot of white eyeliner covered with copious amounts of foundation and concealer. And it’s still visible, just looks like a fucked-up pimple covered with makeup.

So, with all that being said, there’s one thing I’ve always wondered: instead of trying to hide that you have moles at all. Why not. Just add more? I think it’d be much simpler to, instead of trying to hide all evidence of large black/dark brown dots on your face. Take some eyeliner and add more moles so people don’t know which ones are real. Make sure at least one or two are more prominent/memorable than the ones you actually have, and maybe even alter the size/shape of your real moles too. If someone’s looking for a person with a cluster of four medium to large moles under the right eye, one very prominent one on the left temple, a row of three relatively small but very dark moles on their jawline and a wonky looking one in front of the left ear, what are the odds they’ll connect that with a person who has two medium moles under the right eye, one on their jaw and a small, relatively light mole by their left ear? Especially when combined with makeup that disguises their facial structure, but even without that I think it’d be very effective at keeping people from connecting the dots, especially from a distance.

…I think I have to spend some time with eyeliner making that a reality now, see how effective it actually is.

[ozym4ndi4s]

List of Bullet Train handwriting headcanons I came up with earlier today because I'm a fucking nerd

I like graphology

Ladybug

Small-ish middle zones

Lower i dots

Writes perfectly on the societal line on notebook paper

Writes slower

Slightly illegible

Medium pressure

Distance between words are normal, distance between letters are closer

Tangerine

This man writes in fucking cursive there's no changing my mind

The most illegible of everyone except Yuichi

Medium-light pressure (yes I'm basing this off of how he said that tangerines are adaptable shush)

He writes so fast he would get done with writing essays in 20 minutes max

Sharper letters

Letters are slightly farther apart than Ladybug's, same distance between words though

Lemon

Medium-heavy pressure

Struggled with learning how to write when younger

He writes in all caps, no excuses

Sharper letters

Crosses his Zs

Letters are closer, words spread apart a bit

Prince

Look up every red flag you can find in graphology that could signal psychopath, sadist, or just not right, this bitch has got it

Disregards. The. Societal. Lines

Screams "menace to society" but not in a good way

Yuichi

The lowest of low t bars

Convex curve

It takes five minutes to read one fucking sentence his handwriting is too fucking messy

Medium pressure

Words are WAY far apart, and letters are WAY too close

Literally everything that screams low self esteem

If you have any suggestions, or anything you don't agree with, please let me know!!

[spaceoperajay]

i dont like being alone i dont like that my partner is three hours away. <--- very large understatement on account of how emotional i am. i've been told i am always such an independent person said in awe but like that is not some hard-earned thing its just who i am. i struggled understanding people AT ALL when i was child and that morphed into an ease of doing what i wanted as i did. i do like it about myself, but the independence doesn't make lonliness not hurt.

i miss them and you know what when they're here i genuinely feel independent and strong because i have someone to trust and lean on if i do need it. like i've considered "is this co-dependence?" and my answer is no because i think having someone to come home to is very normal want and american society is so so lonely.

ugh i need to go back on anti-anxiety meds. i think my hesitance is from the Horrible Meds And The No Good Bad Times but to prevent such a thing from happening again i need to 1) get an actually good psychiatrist. if such a thing exists. 2) tell people my treatment plan so if im not following it alarm bells are raised. like i could lie, which me in No Good Bad Times is prone to do, but at least people asking about it would be a check. probably need a sleep aide too.

i am cynical about medication in general. shouldnt i just like, be allowed to chnage my life circumstances so i dont need them. nope lol. function > happiness dont we love pyschiatry. but it the facts are that in the world we live in functioning better can lead to happiness.

another thing to bitch about is honestly i wondered "is this a vent to maybe not post publicly" because of my asshole stalkers lovinggggg to mock me for daring to complain about a medium distance relationship??? like i never implied it was worse than a long distance one. but if they are still going around my blocks to look at my blog or my vents. like. idk. thats kind of sad. not going to stop my lil diary because of them.

work is frustraing i did nothing during the last two weeks because no one was checking that i was. they made passive aggressive comments about a deadline that was missed because i forgot to sign approval on something on a friday then that monday WAS THE CAR ACCIDENT. then they pressured me into going in on tuesday because i had to approve it in person. and i did. ugh. well, went in for liek an hour.