#oc: meenie

[drawbudd]

it's been a good while (mostly because ive been super super busy and getting lost in school work) BUT i wish everyone a happy belated halloween from me and all of my sillies!!

[darknoverse]

they eepy

[the-enjoyerrr]

they eat burger

[grogblog]

Doodles of them 🫶

[transpandaoctournament]

TransPanda OC Tournament Round 1:

The rules of the tournament

Brief introduction to "Thank You For Existing"

CHARACTER BIOS BELOW

Pan Yu

“I never thought about just getting the filler over with…Can you bash my head against that rock, by any chance?”

Pan Yu is a serious, icy glared guy, who's been “blessed” to turn into a girl when in contact with hot water. Yu's source was the protag of a crime romcom, engaged to a Yakuza heir. Finally a few weeks from the end of the series, his wedding, Yu’s terribly anxious. Only one source story hasn’t happened yet, filler where a bash to his girl form head convinces him he really IS a girl. He can’t let that happen during his wedding! Because... he just can't! With accidental convincing from Yuni, he decides to jumpstart the process. It should only last a day or two! …Right? (Sound of eggs cracking in the distance)

Primary Inspiration: Kazama Kiryu from the Yakuza series.

Plural or Plural Adjacent?: Plural

Art of Pan Yu by @starredfishing, commission them! (At the request of the artist the outdated full art will not be shown, and a stand in picrew will be shown instead.)

Teena Meenie

“After all, I’m the main character! The amazing Teena!”

Teena is a short but effective medic, who’s recently found herself in an adventurous party fighting a dragon cult. She has a huge ego, only outsized by her backpack. She requests her “sister” Gina make candy with her face on them. She typically hides her alter Gina and her past, so as-to not ruin her public image. In reality, Teena’s dissociation all stems from a dragon attack done on her childhood home, ending the lives of her birth parents and scarring her face. And with Gina having more memories of the incident than her, Teena tries to suppress the idea she’s not the original.

Primary Inspiration: Goombella from Paper Mario

Plural or Plural Adjacent?: Plural

Art of Teena Meenie by: @grydyne-ze

[torra-and-the-toons]

How Every Character Views Torra: 

If you haven’t been keeping up with me, I’ve thrown my weird Tiger Fursona Self-Insert/OC into the cul-de-sac as an actual 8ft walking, talking tiger and well, here is what the other characters think of her!

Ed – Big Fluffy Friend. Not at all bothered that she’s a literal fucking tiger and doesn’t even bat an eye that she speaks. She is his friend in mischief, they share the same brain cell.

Edd – Completely and utterly flabbergasted by her existence. That is a Panthera Tigris, a man-eating beast! A towering tiger who walks and talks like a PERSON!... Sometimes. Why is no one else freaking the FUCK out?! He absolutely MUST get to the bottom of this asap. Scared shitless that she’s going to eat him in his sleep one day.

Eddy – Completely nonchalant. Doesn’t believe for a second that she’s a real tiger (despite the overwhelming evidence otherwise) just a REALLY dedicated fur-suiter. She was useful for ONE scam where he charged the other characters to pet a tiger, but now she won’t leave them the fuck alone. At least she keeps the Kankers at bay…

The rest under the cut for length

Kevin – Literally doesn’t want to know how the Eds managed to get their hands on a tiger, but somehow gets roped into their shenanigans anyhow. She’s fun to race with at any rate.

Rolf – His only gripe with her is that she scares his livestock when she’s near his house. He seems otherwise to be used to half-beasts of lore running amok in the wilderness, he’s just glad she’s not his family’s sworn enemy: the wolfman.

Jonny – Probably the only other person besides Edd who is wary of her. He thought she was cool for a whopping five seconds before Plank planted the seed of doubt. Now, Jonny is certain that Torra is controlling their every move, everything they say and do. Have YOU ever heard of a tiger who could speak? Who dresses in clothes and walks about on two legs? Where did a tiger even come from out in these wild suburbs in America?! There’s no zoo around! Something is up with her, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

Jimmy - Giant stuffed animal? YES PLEASE!! Jimmy sees Torra for the gentle heart she truly has and isn’t scared of her one bit.

Sarah – Mostly follows Jimmy’s lead, but doesn’t much care for her. She isn’t scared of her, just… indifferent.

Nazz – The only person in the entire cul-de-sac who can’t see her. Who is Jimmy playing with? Why is Kevin racing with an imaginary car? Did she just see Ed float by? What’s going on here?! Who is this Torra? But nobody can prove her existence because Nazz doesn’t believe in tigers. They’re mythical creatures, like unicorns.

 The Kankers – Absolutely terrified. She guards the other characters fiercely from their onslaught of lust. She is their guardian, and as such takes her job very seriously. No Kankers today, thanks.

 Bro – He literally better start praying that Torra never finds him because when she does, she won’t be able to suppress her wild instincts to kill.

[lec743-my-art]

Rule Breakers comic page 2/2

[nayaesworld]

Rugged Whiskey

Warnings: Alcohol use, Smut, Toxic behavior and situations

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Terry Richmond X OC!Khia

A/N: Chile Terry is on thee worst demon time in here…

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Friday couldn’t come fast enough for Terry. The work week was hard and he was at his wits end with an attitude to show for it. His dark brows scrunched in annoyance and a slight mug on his face as he raced home to wash away the impurities of his workplace. What he needed was a release, and a happy welcome into the weekend. He had settled on checking out a new bar about 15 minutes from his apartment, the reviews were great and the food and drinks looked yummy. Why not check it out?

Fresh out of the shower with a large towel wrapped around his waist he applied a light leave in cream to his short waves and brushed it throughout his head. Outfit laid out like his first day of school uniform, he began getting dressed. A silver wristwatch accentuating his bulky arm, he misted himself down with his Jo Malone cologne,snatched up his truck keys, and headed down to his truck.

He ate the 15 minute drive up…mostly because he drove awfully fast most days, and he spent another few minutes finding a decent parking spot. The bar was jumping and he watched as hotties of all shades of brown sashayed into Sapphire, some accompanied by a man. He read from the digital sign on the front doors that tonight was R&B night and hurriedly paid his fee at the door thanking god he had arrived on time and didn’t have to stand in line.

Terry liked the atmosphere so far. The loud music thumped through the walls and bodies gyrated to the beat of the good music. The music was good and all, but Terry needed hot liquor running through his veins. He found the bar quickly and that’s when he laid eyes on an angel. Had the heavens opened up above and dropped one…just for him?

Low rise jeans with a tight black baby tee with the establishment name on the front and low rise jeans that showed off the arch in her back right above that fat ass. As he got closer to the elegant looking bar with plentiful seating her deep mahogany skin glowed under the warm lighting and her perfect plump lips were lined a dark brown and covered in a shimmery clear gloss.

He subconsciously checked his fit and ran a hand over his smooth waves before walking up yet he was smacked in the face by her beauty and a cute little country accent. He was never prepared for her to fuck his head up like she would.

“Hi, welcome to Sapphire. I’m Khia and I’ll be your bartender. What can I getcha’ to sip on tonight?” With a warm smile and high cheekbones she welcomed him to the bar and Terry’s skin felt feverish when she laid eyes on him.

“Hello pretty… I’ll take any of your top shelf whiskey on the rocks…I’m not picky.” Except Terry was picky, yet he was gobsmacked and grinning like the Cheshire Cat in front of this brown beauty.

He watched her Eeny Meeny, Miny Moe his whiskey before grabbing him a glass to fill with ice and her whiskey of choosing. She topped it with a small black straw and placed a napkin underneath before gracefully strutting back and placing it in front of him.

Terry thanked her and complimented the gold crescent moon necklace that hung from her neck, and next he was complimenting her short square French tip nails and watched as she cracked a cute smile at him. The two fell into a comfortable conversation about a basketball game that played on one of the large TVs and Terry sucked down his whiskey becoming more entranced by little miss Khia.

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The layered jet black buss down framed the angel's face, seemingly flowing as they conversed.Her upbeat and cheerful attitude had earned her a five star rating and review on the small tablet in front of him as well as a $80 tip. He didn’t care if she was like this with all her customers and just played her part for a tip. Terry wasn’t opposed to spending money on women, and he didn’t care if the tip was more than gratuity, because he���d already planned on tipping her yet again in cash before the night ended.

She was a sight for sore eyes, her slanted eyes the color of the top shelf whiskey he’d just ordered with a view of top shelf ass to go right along with it. His eyes never left her, and when the bar got busy he moved away to let her do her job.

Women eyed him on the dance floor like hawks. Watching and waiting to snatch him up before the next one did. But Terry knew better, and he was laser focused on the bartender across the room from him. He watched her dismiss the drunk men at the bar with the blow of a kiss, a wave of her hand, and a smirk on her face,simultaneously cutting off their liquor when they got a little too rowdy with her. Flirty and mouthy with cocoa skin, just how he liked em’.

He was on his second glass of whiskey and wasn’t done with the amber colored alcohol. Terry was a dog off that whiskey; it went down hot and rugged and coaxed forward his nastiest thoughts yet it was his favorite drink to consume.

And Khia was a bad bitch, what he wouldn’t give to see her oiled up in his bedroom pop-Terry hurried to turn his head with his glass to his lips when she’d caught him staring again from across the dance floor. He acted busy and stared at the time on his phone screen…12:30 am. Not noticing the bartender baddie sliding from around the bartop to head his way.

A small warm hand pressed onto his lower arm causing him to whip around quickly. “Oh..I’m sorry for scaring you. Do you mind if I join you.. I’m off the clock?” She giggled softly at his startled expression.

“Nah sweetheart not at all…I was actually gonna ask you eventually but you had your hands full back there.” His thumb pointed back at the bar and he led her to a corner table secluded from all the nosey eyes. Up close she smelled of warm peaches and vanilla, a mouth watering sweet scent that filled his nostrils.

She had walked over with her own drink in hand; a lemon drop. When they had talked earlier she’d told him they were her favorite, sweet and easy to make but packed a punch. The two sat at the table rather close to each other and conversation flowed.

“So you don’t like large groups of people or clubs for that matter, yet you work in one?” Terrys raised glass to his lips as he chuckled at her.

“Heyy it pays the bills…and it’s really good money if you know what you’re doing and how to act with different people and personalities.”

“Hmm I hear you…so what kind of personality am I?” Curious and tipsy Terry rubbed and pulled at his goatee, he was eager to hear what she thought.

He watched her ponder over her words for a bit, her pretty face all scrunched up in thought. “Well at first you looked out of place and you kinda had this brooding expression, but then when you spoke it was different. You’re very nice and handsome and you hold a conversation very well…the last two hours of my shift literally flew by.”

“You think I'm handsome?….well I think you sexy asf. Best looking woman in this whole state if you ask me…. pretty girl.” He turned his head toward her, eating up the blush that flashed against her skin.

She nibbled on her plump lined lips and for a few seconds they locked eyes with each other before she scooted closer in her chair. “Are you flirting with me Mr.Terry?…because I assure you I’ll knock your socks off first.”

“And fuck handsome I think you’re fine asf.” She continued. “One of the finest I’ve seen in here.”

Terrys lower lip was tickled by his tongue. It lapped at the whiskey around his mouth and slithered back into his mouth; though he’d rather it be exploring Khia’s body and willing mouth.

“Mmm is that right Miss Khia…you got something you wanna do about that though?” He leaned back into his chair and let his long legs spread open, if it was something she wanted from him he was gonna make her come out and say it and stand on it.

She stood from her seat and offered her hand to him. “Dance with me….this is one of my faves.” Grabbing her hand he let her pull him to the dance floor and he heard the intro to Drunk In Love pour into his ears from the loud speakers.

I’ve been drinkin’, I’ve been drinkin’…I get filthy when that liquor get into me…

She turned to him and sang word for word, because in this moment the lyrics were reality for both of them, tipsy and filled to the brim with attraction and need for each. She turned her back to him and whined her waist against him, tossing her sleek hair from her neck and letting the bass of the song control her hips.

Why can’t I keep my fingers off it? Baby I want you, na-na…

He’d pay her bills and put a house in her name for her if it meant he got to feel her like this whenever he wanted to. His hands slid across her exposed stomach and down to her hips positioning her dead on his crotch. She could let Beyoncé get her in trouble if she wanted to, he would eat her alive.

….You got me faded-faded-faded Baby I want you na-na…can’t keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy I want you na-na..

Under the pulsing strobe lights Terry and Khia grinded against one another. Turning to face Terry Khia let her body drop into a slow squat, using his thick toned thighs for support as she held one hand over her head to pop her ass.

Last thing I remember is our Beautiful bodies grindin’ up in that club… Drunk in love..

And when she slowly rose back up she let her hand graze the bulge that had formed from her little performance. “How’s that for doing something about it?” She giggled into his ear at his dazed expression.

“You know you fine ass fuck don’t you?… I like a confident bad bitch.” Terry pulled a crisp hundred dollar bill from his wallet and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans, palming her thick ass.

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One hand pressed against the brick wall and the other on her chin Terry and Khia were lip locked outside the bar. The loud smacking noises were fueled by a deep hunger and lust. Khia’s fingers slid up under Terry’s shirt from the front and she sighed into his mouth at the hard ridges of his abs. She loved a built man and Terry had her damn near melting.

“You coming home with me lil mama?….hmm you want some dick?” Terry pressed his plump lips into her neck and sucked roughly, he was so horny he was sure his erection could break through bricks right now.

“Mm yess I want this dick…I’m so wet Terry, can we go?” Her eagerness to let him slut her out had his pants feeling two sizes too small.

“Where’s your car, I’ll walk you to it…then I want you to follow me to my apartment. Imma give you what you want.”

He watched her dainty finger point toward the sleek aegean blue metallic Honda Civic and they began walking to her car. His hand sliding into the back pocket of her jeans pulling a laugh out of her.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of me…let me find out.”

Head cocked to the side he raised his bushy brows “Find out what?”

“That you feigning for this good punani…don’t be shame now Terry I’d be feigning too.”

“Oh so you doubling down…that pussy must be good good then?.., that’s cool because I got good thick dick to go right along with it…that good enough for you Miss goodpuss?”

“Show it to me…I wanna see that dick before I take it from you.” Terry smacked her ass after that. She had a nasty mouth, he had to make her eat her words before the night was over.

They finally made it to her car and she popped the locks and opened her driver side door and sat down facing Terry, watching and waiting. Making sure they didn’t have any prying eyes, Terry loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The gray boxer briefs were moist in the front where the head of his dick sat and it strained to get loose.

He slid them down just enough for his heavy length to slip out and leaned against the roof of her car. Khia’s warm hand sliding up and down and lightly squeezing had him throwing his head back and cursing.

“What the fuck…it’s so big and heavy. You just walk around all day with this big dick?…I’ve never seen one so big, I wanna kiss it. Can I ?” All her nasty talking had his heart rate picking up and his knuckles rapping against the hood of her car impatiently.

“You kiss this dick and imma make you suck it too…don’t play with me.” She ignored him and bent down to press her lips onto the leaking tip, juicy lips pecking over the length of his dick in a sick pattern.

“I do what I want Terry, this is my dick for the night.” Terry reached down and pulled her into a kiss. Their heads swiveled left and right as they took turns sucking each other's tongue. Khia’s hand between their heated bodies slowly gripping and pulling at his shaft.

“Fuck we gotta go…imma pull my truck up next to you and you can follow me.” He stuffed himself back into his boxers and made sure she was situated before closing her door.

He wasn’t scared to admit that he damn near ran to get in his truck, he was beyond horny and his skin felt electric. Pulling up on the side of Khia he rolled down his passenger side window and her pretty eyes looked up at him.

“Big man with a big truck…hmm not surprised that everything is big.” She bit at her lip and Terry directed her to follow him.

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They made short time of their trip, and the highway was clear of traffic as they pushed their vehicles to get to Terry's apartment. Hands on each other immediately as they stepped onto the elevator leading to his apartment. Terry's hand underneath Khia’s shirt maneuvering around her bra to grab at a titty and pluck her hardened nipples.

The ding of the elevator caused them to jump and they quickly fixed themselves before strolling out towards Terrys front door. He pushed his key in and unlocked the door pushing it open. He showed her where to take her shoes off and walked towards his kitchen to grab a bottle of liquor. His finger motioned for her to come to him.

“Open your mouth…mhm put your head back.” He poured the liquor into her mouth with a hand at the back of her head. Once she swallowed he took a swig and put the cap back on.

“Take off this shirt…let me see these big titties ... .mm so big.” Terry grunted and Khia quickly removed her shirt and went to unfasten the clasp on her bra but Terry moved her hands and stepped behind her to do it himself.

His hands gripped and groped the hot flesh that sat in her cherry red bra. He unfastened the bra and sat it on his kitchen island juggling the soft globes of flesh in his large rough hands. Khia craned her neck backwards pulling him into a needy kiss while he rolled her nipples between his pointer and middle finger.

It was pure erotica. All the shit talking had to be backed up. The floor to ceiling windows in Terrys apartment had been his favorite thing about it when he toured it and now nasty thoughts filled his mind involving them. His hot mouth pressed onto her neck and sucked, he wanted her marked from head to toe.

Reaching his hands around to undo the button in her jeans, he let his hands reach down into her soaked panties. Letting his fingers play around in her drenched pussy, middle finger and ring finger sliding slowly in and out of her. Sliding his wet hand from her pants he lifted the dripping fingers to his nose. Pure euphoria. The pheromones wafted into his nose and he was ready to kick this shit up a notch.

“Undress yourself, then I want you to undress me.” He watched her closely as she shimmied out of her jeans, but made a show of pulling off her panties and that earned her a hard snack to the ass.

“Don’t tempt me right now Khia…all that shit you talked imma need you to back it up mama.” With a cute little smirk to her face she slid the panties off and tossed them into the pile with her jeans.

“Oh I can do that and more, now your turn big daddy.” Terry removed his wristwatch and placed it on the island.

Khia grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started lifting it up from his body allowing him to finish the rest of the way. She let her hands roam over the defined planes of his abdomen and sighed at the small trail of hair that started at his lower stomach and disappeared into his pants. Her hands rushed to undo the buckle of his belt and yank the pants down his long legs. When she finally got to his briefs she giggled in excitement, she had real plans for that dick tonight.

“Don't stop, pull 'em’ down and get your dick…that’s what you called it right?” And she didn’t have to be told twice. When his dick touched her tongue she got greedy, her hands hungrily twisting up and down his hot shaft before feeding it into her mouth. She sucked on his leaking tip further amping him up and feeding her ego.

“You like how I suck this dick?” Her tongue slid further down to his balls slurping and sucking away as his hands began to tangle into her hair. He let her suck him off a few more minutes before he pulled his dick from her mouth and tapped it against her lips.

“Mhm you suck a mean dick I’ll give you that..get up and go stand by the windows I’m just getting started with you.” He pointed her to the large windows.

“I wanna give them a show…let the whole city know I’m fucking on the baddest tonight.”

Terry took his place behind Khia in front the large grand windows, groping and kneading the plentiful flesh of her ass. Pussy hot and ready for the taking he let his fingers slither between her thick thighs again, strumming his thick fingers against her clit. His bold green eyes locked onto her amber colored ones through the reflection in the glass, hands moving a mile a minute inside her and Khia knew she wouldn’t last long.

The clenching and unclenching of her abdominal muscles told her so as she leaned her head back and let him take her away, hands and breast pressed against the window for the whole world to see she felt herself cumming and her body instinctively began to curl away from the pleasure.

Pulling at her hair he forced her upright “Don’t fucking play with me right now…stand up now!” He growled into her ear and popped her ass hard, making her straighten her posture before continuing the assault on her sensitive pussy.

“Ohhh Terry wait wai-“ she began to squirt and it splashed onto the window soaking it right along with the both of them.

Terry removed his hand from between her plush thighs and licked his fingers one by one like they had been dipped in the sweetest icing. Khia turned on her feet and pressed her lips to his, hurrying to suck his tongue and taste herself.

Terry lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. Mouth full of coochie juice and a handful of fat ass.

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She was fucking HIM… it was supposed to be the other way around and yet here she was squatted over him dropping all that weight on his dick head thrown back and titties jumping in his face, she was slowly creeping her hand up to his neck squeezing lightly and sending pulses from his head to his toes. She was backing up all that talk and then some.

“Fuck fuck fuck…Terry this dick..oh I can’t.” She let her bounces slow down and that was her first mistake. He had been waiting for a sign of weakness.

Terry had them flipped over in the blink of an eye, pressing her face into the cool charcoal sheets of his bed. He lined his dick up and slid it in hell bent on fucking her silly and to the brink of exhaustion.He didn’t get tired and had the stamina of a damn thoroughbred. He had her on her stomach flat against the bed, one hand securing her neck and the other on her hip. Khias slippery skin was misty with a sheen of sweat and her wig was hanging on for dear life.

“Didn’t I tell you daddy was gonna fuck you up?…hmm. But no you kept throwing that ass on me, now I gotta knock this good pussy out the frame.”

His thrust were deep and rough, and she was barely hanging on to reality at that point. Each time she’d suck in a breath to soothe herself it would get knocked right back out of her lungs on an endless cycle.

An endless cycle of cumming and squirting had drenched the bed sheets below them and the handsome man with the extra large dick that was tapping at her cervix had her with a stuck look on her face;drool slowly leaving her mouth. But she was going out like a sucker…Mr.Big Dick was winning and mama didn’t raise no quitter.

“That’s all you got?…I know a nigga right now that fucks better than this. Your strokes are weak babe.” His grip on her wig tightened and his strokes sped up, his hips connecting with her ass and a loud smacking noise. Changing positions on her ass, he pulled and positioned her body into an arch placing a bulky bicep around her neck anchoring her underneath his large form. He grunted loudly into her ear hand curling underneath her to flick her slippery clit between his fingers.

“Say that shit again I dare you…I’m fucking this pussy up and you lying about it, I feel that squeezing let it out!” Khia realized quickly this was a losing battle, and holding off her nut in hopes he’d cave first was a failure because he hadn’t cum yet and it looked like he wouldn’t for some time.

“Ahh wait…Terry uhn..daddy please!” Khia was throwing in the invisible towel, he did indeed fuck better than them niggas but she loved to talk shit.

“Now I’m daddy…mm mm stand on that shit mama…throw this ass back!”

With the last bit of strength in her system she began to rock back on him slowly. Her pussy was beyond sensitive and she was extremely dehydrated and overstimulated, all the liquids she’d consumed that day drained from her body like she’d been dealing with a vampire.

“Mhmh and when you want some dick who you gonna call?… say daddy TJ..say it or I’ll stop!”

Terry slowed his stroking to an almost complete stop waiting and listening for her to say what he wanted to hear. “Okay okay…fuck. I’ll call daddy TJ when I want dick shi-shit, now fuck me please.”

Terry sped back up face in her neck sucking and nipping at the sweaty flesh. He was close and was prepared to empty his nut right into her, she deserved it for taking his slaying. The wet queefs from her pussy were music to his ears and he found it hard to hold on as it got louder, resolve slipping and balls tightening.

“Fuckkk I’m about to nut in you… good pussy shit…GODDAMN!” Terry was being drained and he wasn't ashamed of whimpering and moaning in this woman’s ear… this woman with the vice grip for a pussy.

They laid out on the bed, muscles sore and bodies spent. Moving eventually to shower off the nights events and crashed into his bed tangled together not shortly after.

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Terry awoke that Saturday to an empty bed and no text on his phone from Khia. His face scrunched up with a mug as he got up to relieve himself and start his morning routine. He explicitly remembered telling her to text him when she left his apartment and yet no damn text.

Taking it upon himself to contact her he shot her a text making sure she had made it home safe and was shocked when his message didn’t go through, and neither did the one he’d sent after that one. Was he fucking blocked? This was not a game Khia wanted to play with him, you give him pussy that good there was no ignoring or blocking him. Did she think all that shit he said last night was a joke…shit she had to and for that Terry had to be on some shit about it.

Khia had just made it in from the Walgreens up the road from her apartment, and was eager to rush and take the Plan B pill she’d just purchased. She chugged down a glass of water and popped the pill into her mouth. She was sloppy last night and though she was grown and only had herself to blame she partly blamed that extra fine 6 '3 demon with green eyes for not using a condom .No man that fine would be denied pussy when he called for it, so to even the playing fields she had blocked him.

The dick was good, hell even spectacular but it also held just a little too much power for her, she didn’t trust herself around that man or his monster penis. She didn’t make good decisions while it was inside her.

The weekend came and went and by that Wednesday Terry was an afterthought. She had even expected him to pop back up at the bar like her other past suitors, but she hadn’t seen or heard from him since last weekend. Maybe he had gotten the memo after being blocked.

But it was always something so funny about speaking too soon… it always came back to bite.

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Thursday was one of Khia’s off days, she used it to stock her house with groceries, workout, and tidy around her apartment. Today was no different as she placed her produce and frozen items into their respectable compartments in her refrigerator.

She was due for a run and couldn’t wait to stretch her legs and hit the ground running. Her violet two piece workout set on, tennis shoes tied, and her black beats around her neck she headed to the nearby park she liked to run at, it was less than a block away from her complex so she’d always opted for walking there to get in the extra steps on her Apple Watch.

Eyebrows scrunched with determination she could see the park right up ahead and picked up her pace and finally stepped onto the running trail. Music blaring loud and a steady jog to keep her heart pumping she was proud of her endurance. She was in her zone and utterly and completely locked in, oblivious to the watchful eyes across the street from her.

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Was she fucking serious? Terry had been losing his mind with a hot case of being pussy whipped and here she was just..jogging? He realized what he was doing days ago when he had initially followed her home to her apartment after her shift at the bar.Some called it stalking. He called it keeping tabs, how else was he supposed to find out what she was up to?

He watched her go lap after lap and snapped a few pictures for his own needs. She wanted to ignore him cool, he’d make her speak to him one way or another. His truck sat just out of her view across the street from the park, a Birds Eye view on the beauty that was insistent on staying out of his hair.

But something caught her eye and she slowed to a stop and slid her headphones from around her neck, she was looking dead at him.

Like a deer in headlights she stood frozen in his direction seemingly trying to confirm his identity. And it seemed she had confirmed correctly as she moved quickly to put space between the two of them. Fuck.

Though this did little to deter him from her he felt he’d made his presence well known, and that’s all he wanted, for her to know that getting rid of him was not some small feat. She had to know how enticing she was, and Terry would lose sleep letting her know just how she had racked his brain.

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The coming days for Khia had left her in a weird headspace. Was Terry stalking her? She’d known for sure that it was his truck she had seen that day at the park and she had made out his bulky figure from the distance. How long though? Had this been going on since the morning she slipped from his bed, was she actually this unaware of her surroundings?

She stared down at her phone annoyed as another unknown number called her. Terry had resorted to text now numbers and this would be the tenth one she’d had to block this week. She would get a text from a new number each time she blocked the last one. Each number sending a picture of her out and about in public completely oblivious to being watched and followed.

There were pictures of her loading her groceries into the trunk of her car and leaving work late at night, the newest one containing her smiling down at the new set of nails that adorned her hands as she left her nail techs suite.

|Unknown: You always fuck men that good and leave?

|Unknown: I love this smile on your face after you left your nail appointment, I’ll pay for the next set Khia.

|Unknown: When can I nut in that good pussy again? Terrence junior sound good to you?

The texts were constant and nonstop,and Khia was realizing a harsh reality about herself. She hated to admit it but she liked it. The cat and mouse game was turning her on and his constant begging for her pussy made her wet at night. She was sick of the games and wanting to be slutted out again, after all she knew the real power was between her legs. One wrong doing and he would be weaned off her cooch again.

|Khia: If you can find out where I’m at in the next hour this pussy is yours again daddy 😉

|Unknown:BET😈

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A/N: 🫣All in favor of crazy Terry say aye…anywho I hope y'all enjoy this bc he only get worse after this!! And I’m obsessed with these two so there will be another part, love ya bye 🫶🏾

@avoidthings @pocketsizedpanther @writingsbytee @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @simplyzeeka @zillasvilla @blowmymbackout @kimuzostar @playgurlxoxo @kumkaniudaku @megamindsecretlair @theereina @keyaho @brattyfics @hotgrlcece @henneseyhoe @uzumaki-rebellion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

[yuna542]

[1.]

~About Kooks and Pogues~

Pairing: JJ Maybank × Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs, That’s it!

Taglist: Open

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year after a family tragedy and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Lies, dark secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Notes: That’s a series I’m working on and off for like three years now. I hope you’ll enjoy it

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Ain't shady baby, I'm hot

Like the prodigal son

Pick a petal, eenie meenie minie mo, and flower

You're the chosen one

The music was loud, the sound of the sea was pleasant and the sun warmed the faces of the young people who were on the large beach of the Outer Banks. One of the typical beach parties was held there this Wednesday. The vacations had begun and so the beach was full of Teenagers, tired of sitting still all day in a grey classroom, eager to have fun and forget about homework, exams and pressure on choosing the right College.

You didn't understand the Outer Banks if you didn't know the structure, as there were distinct differences not only among the Outer Banks youth. While some needed three jobs to survive, others owned three houses.

The Pogues, as a group of young people called themselves, had organized the ongoing party and quickly the beach had been filled by young people of all background’s. With the warm weather, most of the Teen’s were magically drawn to the sea and on the small island there were not that much other options to party and spend the night.

"Stop it!" exclaimed Pope, as a cloud of herbal smoke was blown in his face by his buddy. Pope was the most intelligent of the group and sometimes really strange. But that didn't bother his friends. Quite the opposite.

The blond who was now laughing and taking another drag on the joint was JJ. He was an excellent surfer and the troublemaker in the group. In fact he got very often into trouble and loved to provoke. But his friends always helped him out of it. Literally out of anything.

John B toasted the girl sitting next to him in the sand. He was the free spirit and adventurer of the group. He always came up with new ideas on how they could pass the time, even if they were not always so legal.

The girl with the dark curls and sun-kissed skin was Kiara. She was the only one who did not come from a poor background, and even belonged to the richer families. Still, she much preferred hanging out with the Pogues and didn't care much about possessions and wealth. Instead, she was a do-gooder who preferred saving turtles over going shopping. She loved to smoke a joint on the large glazed patio of the Chateau, that has a view of the backyard and the marsh with the guys, instead of talking about the newest season of the new reality show with her girlfriends.

The four of them laughed and teased each other as they drank beer and gradually more and more people came to the beach to party.

"Guys, I swear it will be incredible! We should really go out and surf on the other side“, JJ started the same topic as the day before all over again. His eyes were filled with energy and he couldn’t sit still.

"No, that's way too dangerous. The storms there are unpredictable and in the end no one will find us if we get in trouble," Kiara fended off and Pope immediately agreed with her.

"That's the thrill of it, isn't it? Dude the waves are going to be huge for sure! John B, you're up for it, aren't you? Don’t let me down, Bro!“

It sounded more like a statement than a question. Waiting, he looked at his best friend, who took off his cap, then put it back on, a gentle smile on his lips. The freckles on his cheeks glowing.

"Well, I’m in. Sounds like fun."

"Nice!" escaped JJ, while Kiara just shook her head in annoyance. Then Pope suddenly raised his eyes and seemed to spot something at the edge of the dune. As JJ and Kiara continued to argue, John B also noticed what he was looking at.

"Guys, the Kooks!" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

"That's exactly what we needed..." sighed Kiara sarcastically, and JJ stood up, beer in hand, to get a better look. Already tense and ready to throw himself in a fight. John stood next to him while Pope and Kiara remained seated. Both were already dreading another confrontation between JJ and the hated rich Kooks.

"That's Topper and Sarah," John B stated, to which Kiara just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Someone else is coming," Pope remarked, and sure enough:

Behind Sarah Cameron, the current Kook princess and her boyfriend, two more people appeared.

"That's Rafe, but who the hell is that girl?" now asked Kiara, stretching her neck curiously.

"I don't know, but she's hot," JJ muttered, staring with John B in the direction where the Kooks were now walking across the beach.

"Hot as hell," John B added overwhelmed, continuing to watch the girl.

She had raven black hair that fell in many small curls over her shoulders, shimmering like wet ink in the sun. Her skin was tanned and possessed a bronze glow. She was not particularly tall, but slender and of athletic build, so even Pope looked curiously in her direction.

JJ's gaze was still wandering over her body when she had already turned to face them.

"Isn't that Skylar?" gasped Kiara, who was now staring in disbelief.

"Sky Diaz?" asked John B, elbowing JJ in the side as the Kooks moved closer to get him to stop staring. Topper had an arm around Sarah while the new girl chatted boisterously with Rafe. Her unusual appearance made her stand out from the blonde Kooks, and her style of dress was also quite different.

She wore a plaid pleated skirt that reached halfway down her thighs and loose white top, barely covering her belly and slim waist, with her black bikini top peeking through. She looked like she had been pulled straight out of an 80's rock and roll movie. JJ instantly was reminded of those musical-films Kiara forced them to watch, in which all of the guys had ridiculous hairstyles but the women always looked mysteriously beautiful.

"Is that really her? Diaz moved to Nassau over one year ago, didn't she?" pondered Pope aloud.

"Maybe she's vacationing here?" speculated John B.

Kiara shook her head.

"No, not after everything that happened. You don't take a vacation on Kildare after an incident like that. She must be living here again."

Now the Kooks were within range and looking around. Rafe gave the Pogues a disparaging look and Topper also stared warningly at JJ. Up close, it was now clear that Skylar Diaz was indeed standing in front of them. The amber eyes and full red lips were unmistakable. Even though she had changed considerably and her figure had become more feminine.

Even back then Sky had been pretty, but now they could see she had grown into a unbelievable beautiful young woman. JJ always hated the fact that she had everything. She was rich, adored and freaking beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

"Looks like you're going to have to give up your throne again, Cameron!" now JJ called out to Sarah, who just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"The same rats as before," Rafe remarked, pointing at the Pogues as if they were animals behind a glass in the zoo.

Sky smirked mildly and regarded the Pogues briefly. Her gaze lingered a second longer on the cheeky blond, and it was then that she recognized him.

"What are you doing back here?" now asked Kie coolly, who had now also stood up. Back then Sarah, Sky and she had been best friends. But then she had moved away after the incident and the friendship between Sarah and Kie broke like thin glass.

"I'm living here again. My stepfather found new work on Kildare," she explained tersely, trying to ignore JJ's piercing gaze.

However, he put on an uninterested expression. Yea she was fuming hot and seemed to be even more confident and charming, but after all, she was still a stupid Kook. Her family was even richer than the Camerons and she was even more arrogant than all the rest thrown together, so she had been the leader of the Kooks back then and JJ's personal nemesis. The hatred between the Pogues and the Kooks had been current before, too. All Kooks thought the Pogues were filthy scum and the Pogues had the same opinion of the rich Kooks.

She tossed her hair back and turned around without saying another word to them. As if they weren't worthy of her attention. Then she walked over to the rest of the Kooks and was greeted with delight.

The evening took its course and there was drinking, laughing and dancing. Music blared from several speakers brought in by a couple of Kooks.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sand, so that it was still warm even when it had long since sunk into the sea like a long lost wreck.

The Pogues were chatting animatedly with others from the Cut and JJ was drinking with a couple of tourists. A typical evening, as it had been so many times before, but the arrival of the Kook Princess, the royalty of Kildare, soon stirred up more than just a lot of sand, and JJ had a feeling that this summer was not going to be as ordinary as they had originally thought.

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© Yuna542 - all rights reserved.

[the-silver-chronicles]

Two Truths, One Lie for Deputy Silva Omar

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies and @voidika

Rules: Post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your OC's background. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.

Tagging @cassietrn @imogenkol @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 + anyone else who'd like to join.

[darknoverse]

i aint allowed to cook again after this ey?/j

i love size difference in every ship ever please it's so funny also WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA please hear me out i actually really like commander Peepers so very much he's such a goofball he deserves the galaxy

more doodles cuz EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE

oh yea Eeny, Meeny,Miny and Moe all share braincells but Miny got like most of said braincells (most of the time lol) they're still emotionally dumb af tho lol

also uh uHHHHHHHH @candyheartedchy , as promised >:3c

[the-enjoyerrr]

made my kinsona a twisted form teehee

[inafieldofdaisies]

Two Truths, One Lie | Tagged by @thesingularityseries @rhettsabbott

Rules: Post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your OC's background. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.

Tagging, @direwombat @derelictheretic @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts

@imogenkol @icecutioner @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @josephslittledeputy

@josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @dumbassdep @g0dspeeed @voidika

@purplehairsecretlair @shellibisshe @simplegenius042 @simonxriley @justasmolbard

@cloudofbutterflies92 @strafethesesinners @strangefable @carlosoliveiraa @raresvtm

@captastra @katsigian @killyourrdarlingss @theelderhazelnut @finding-comfort-in-rain

@la-grosse-patate @elligatorrex and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

[igotsnothing]

Thank you so much for the tag, @sirianasims and @lynzishell! This was so fun to do and I am Gideon is very grateful.

I am going to tag...Hmm...Eenie-meenie-miney-mo...Just kidding: @agena87, @alinelie, @stargazer-sims, @moonfromearth, @thebramblewood, @simarcana, @damseljamsel (because I am thinking of you, fren), @eljeebee, and -hiatus shmiatus!- @greighish OH AND GUESS WHAT? @sirianasims and @lynzishell because I want moar of your ocs.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

True Savior

TWD OC insert story.

Requested by @rexburn12 Lineup scene, following canon with OC inserted plot twists.

A/N: I do not take any more OC requests outside of close friends or prior knowledge of the characters. This was a tryout and concluded I'm not one for these kinds of requests.

With Maggie falling ill the group needed to move her to the Hilltop, the only community that had a doctor that could help her. It was already stressful enough to move a sick person between communities, but it only got worse with time.

The group had met with multiple blocked roads, guarded by either walkers tied to immovable fallen trees, chained up with what looked like their friends' belongings or cars and armed men. It took all day to get to where they were now.

Surrounded. Whistling could be heard from any direction they tried to flee in, eventually being hoarded onto the large open space in the forest.

Men rounded them up, taking their weapons one by one as more and more people appeared from the tree line and the back of a van that drove in opened up.

Rick watched along with his group that sat lined up as the men started to drag out familiar faces from the back of the van. Glenn, Michonne, Rosita and Daryl were thrown to the ground and forced to their knees along with the rest of the group.

Abraham keeps his head high as his eyes follow one of the goons walking up to the RV and knocks on the door, exclaiming “let’s meet the man!” with a grand gesture.

With grand bravado the door of the RV opens up and a man steps out holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. It was like the cars' headlights followed him like a spotlight as he came down the steps. The man oozed confidence with his leather jacket, crisp white shirt and a wicked grin actoss his face.

He quickly points out to Rick, who he curses out for killing so many of his men in a scary manner. He continues on to explain his people’s code to the group, telling them how every single on of them now works for him and his group.

His Saviors.

“So you see, this whole thing. The road blocks and leading you all here,” Negan points the bat from one end of the line to the other as he goes on his monologue, making people flinch as the bat gets close to their heads. “It was all buying time and deciding who of you I’m going to kill.”

The group shocks, some backing down where they sat, except for Abraham who squared up to the man.

Negan moves along the line, stopping right in front of Maggie with his bat pointed right at her face, threatening her which had Glenn lunge forward at the man but quickly yanked back into the group.

“We got a feisty on over here!” Negan’s full body speech just kept going like nothing happened.

“I got an idea how to solve this issue we’re having.” He raised his bat again, one by one he passed the heads of the group on their knees chanting “Eeny, meeny, mi—”

“Negan, there’s something out there..” one of the Saviors interrupts Negan’s tirade, much to Negan’s annoyance. He snapped at the man, “it’s just a fucking walker.” but the man was somehow terrified, pissing Negan off enough to earn a punch to the face. With his nose smashed in he dropped to the floor screaming, but not without Negan’s boot shoving him and forcing him to look up. “Go out there, and fucking kill the damn thing.”

The man was hauled up by other Saviors and shoved off towards the woods.

“Now, where were we?” Negan turned back towards the kneeling group. “Oh, right.” He lifted his bat back up to where he left off at Sasha’s head. “Miny, mo.” With each word he moved from head to head. “Catch a tiger, by it’s toe..”

Without warning something flies past Negan, slamming right into one of the Saviors who was leaning against a vehicle. A loud cracking sound accompanied the impact of flesh against metal, shocking everyone around and pulling their gaze towards the two now dead men laying piled against the bent door of one of the cars.

“What the fuck?!” Negan exclaimed out loud as a sudden panic broke out among the group of Saviors. The whole place is filled with chaos until a loud growl emanated from the dense, dark woods. The place goes quiet as all the eyes go look towards the source of the noise, but all that was visible were two bright red eyes in the darkness.

Without a second thought people start to back up, away from the unknown thing lurking in the woods, but it was all for nothing as the large thing appeared.

Out of the tree line stepped a large beast. An enormous creature that blended almost seamlessly with its fur as dark as the night sky, slowly revealing more of itself as it walked into the beams of the cars’ headlights. On all fours it already stood eye to eye with the tallest human in the field and didn’t even flinch as one of the men shot at it. The bullet seemed to ricochet off the beast’s body, or did it pass through? No one could tell because there was no response at all from the creature.

After that first shot was fired, everyone else joined in the madness, guns blazing and men screaming as they emptied clip after clip on the monster who gave not a single kick. Slowly it rose on its hind legs, snarling and baring its teeth at it roared out loud. At its full height its chest rose far above any human’s head, thick muscled arms ending in giant clawed hands capable of tearing through steel. Its back paws as large as a man’s head, crushing one of the corpse’s skulls as it had moved forward. It was like the beast was armored with its thick, strong muscles that no weapon stood a chance against.

With the Saviors running out of ammo one by one the panic rose once more. One after another they threw their now useless guns at the beast that in turn charged into the group of attackers.

Off to the side the captured people had huddled together and watched the slaughter in front of them happen. Bodies were twisted in ways that should never be possible, choked screams and dying whines gurgling on blood were forever imprinted in the group’s minds as they saw the wolf like beast tear through flesh with long claws, cracking skulls under giant paws.

Dismembered and beheaded bodies laid strewn across the forest floor, shiny red blood highlighted by the cars’ lights that shone over the scene.

The monster sank back onto all fours, shaking out its fur and sending what remained of the Saviors that got stuck in his fur flying off.

The group all cowered together as the beast stepped over to where it sniffed out a cowering body hidden underneath. The scene was horrifying but they all couldn’t look away, watching as it shoved the dead weight off who turned out to be Negan, who in panic swung his bat at the beast but never made it far as a set of strong jaws snapped shut around the wood and splintered into tiny pieces.

A large, strong paw raised up then, and a loud snarl left the beast’s lips as it brought it down with enough force to shatter the man’s skull with ease, ending his reign of terror with a single strike.

The still chained down group stared in fear, in awe and with looks of curiosity between them as the beast wiped the blood off its claws until one of them gasped as another person appeared. It was a blonde woman, slender build and gorgeous green eyes that for s short moment glowed bright golden yellow over a gentle smile. “Please, don’t worry. We mean no harm to you.” She made her way to the first one in her reach, Glenn, and undid his bindings, moving on to undo Abraham’s as well who joined his free friend in untying everyone else.

A chorus of thank you’s and relieved sighs left the survivors as they all slumped together, looking after one another and following the large beast’s movements as it made its way over to its companion.

“You did well, mate.” The woman spoke, to which she got a content grumble in response as they both move on to head back out. Before they got too far off Maggie had gotten to her feet to run after them, catching them in time to thank them from the bottom of her heart. “Thank you, for saving my family.” She caught her breath from the earlier shock. “Truly, how can we repay you?”

Seemingly unbothered the woman stopped and turned around, shaking her head and spoke up. “No problem, really.” with one last kind smile she turned and moved to fall back into step with the beast who had moved ahead.

With the two strangers disappeared again the survivors moved on to scavenge for working vehicles. “This one runs!” Abraham had gotten a simple car to run, having three others join him.

“Pickup runs too.” The rumble of an engine summoned people towards the truck, Michonne hopping in beside him and others piling onto the back.

One more car ran and with that everyone had found a ride and they set off towards home.

In the back of the last car sat Maggie and Glenn in a tight embrace as the Sasha made way for Hilltop to have her checked out by the doctor.

The two other cars made it back to Alexandria without issues and everyone went straight home, agreeing to meet in the morning to discuss everything that happened and get into contact with Maggie and Hilltop.

[illarian-rambling]

☄️ and 🌕 for the cosmic OC asks?

Eney meeny miny... Ivander!

☄️ - From your OC’s perspective, write a short paragraph about their average day. 

(I'm gonna write this in 3rd person because that's how I write from his perspective usually)

Ivander's mornings are highly planned. He wakes up groggily and does his best to take the edge off his curse with painkillers and warm tea. He's certain to dress his best, always including his tie pin. The clothes make the man, after all.

After that, he slogs his way over to the BAI station for work - walking there, as the Unity rickshaws are too bumpy for his taste. Typically, he shows up late, then spends his time filing paperwork until the afternoon. Four o'clock is his favorite time of day, as that's when Ceyrel gets off from patrolling and they get to gossip over lunch together. The both of them clock out at nine usually, though often work later when caught up in a specific case.

Ceyrel asks him to get dinner most nights, and most nights, Ivander declines, as his social battery and pain tolerance are running low by that time. He walks home in the dark and this is the only time he openly wears his BAI badge, as a criminal would have to be terribly desperate to take a crack at an arcane detective. Ivander winds down with a glass of wine and a book when he gets home, usually followed by at least an hour in the bath. He tries to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but rarely succeeds.

🌕 - Describe what your OC would wear to a costume party. 

On one hand, Ivander isn't really the silly costume type, but on the other, he refuses to be anything but the best dressed there. I think he'd go with some really detailed costume from a movie. I also think he'd definitely incorporate his cane into the look. The first things that come to mind are Jay Gatsby, The Penguine, Jekyll/Hyde, and Dr. House, I guess? (I've never seen House). Most of these are just guys in suits though, so with no make-up (it won't show through the illusion), he gonna be asked who he's dressed as all night.

However, I can also definitely see him and Ceyrel going as Sherlock and Watson (Ceyrel gets to be Sherlock), which is the more fun answer by far. She'd get way to into it and end up pulling him along.

Thanks for the ask!