#punching the fucking WALLLS!!!!

[edvicsrich]

say sike right fucking now.

[a-small-tired-lonely-potato]

*siiigh*

Wonderful naming abilities people, guess they really had a Wall-NACK for it...

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Three: Rick Grimes + Bondage.

He had promised you he'd try anything you asked him for, whether that was simply getting home or something more serious. He would try his hardest to give it to you.

Rick knows that you give your all. You are the perfect image of a wonderful person, a wonderful stepmother to Carl, but most of all, you are a wonderful wife. One who craves to be one with Rick. You two are the power couple of Alexandria.

You think that your wants expisally this want would be denied. You all have gone through too much trauma to deal with this sort of request. Yet the idea plays over and over in your head. The thought of riding Rick while his arms are bound above his head. Tied to the metal frame of the old bed, the way you'd hope he'd beg for your mercy as you tried not to give into his demands.

Secretly wishing that he'd somehow break the bounds around his wrist and flip the two of you over, his cock wedged into your soft walls. You'd love the feeling of the air being punched from your lungs as Rick fucked you with an unforgiving pace, nothing less for his girl.

So that's what happened. Asking Rick to let you have utter and complete control. The bedroom window shades are drawn, and the bedside table lamp brings warmth to the room. A sexy black lingerie number hugs your curves as you sit on Rick's lap. You ensured Rick was comfortable before grabbing and looping the rope around the metal bedframe.

Rick had laid down the minute after the question hit the air around the both of you. Muscles bludge as you move his arms above his head and wrap the rope around his wrists.

A few re-tying of the rope and a few violent shakes of Rick's writs, and he's bound. Unable to touch you or kiss you. Your hips move at an unforgiving, slow pace. His cock pulses from the rolling of your hips.

It's not until you pull Ricks's length from out of his boxers and tease yourself with the bulbous head of his cock do you start to wish that there weren't ropes tied around his wrists. Instead, he could just do the work for you. Slip into your slick wallls, and fuck you at whatever pace he wants.

Except that's not what's happening. Instead, your legs sit on either side of his thighs and slowly work down the length of his cock with ease. Letting every ridge and vein be felt. "Fuck, sweetheart." He murmurs with tightly shut eyes and breathing that's got no rhyme to it at all.

Your hands fall to his chest as your boobs bounce in his face. Teasing him further. The echo of skin slapping and soft moans fall around the two of you. With your slow pace, you start to thrive as the aching need for more of Rick sets in. Nails digging into Rick's hairy chest and lips barely grazing each other.

"God Fucking Damn it, darling, Ride me, baby, that's it." Rick's voice is smooth like butter, easing you further into your euphoric trance. Your hips shake as your bounce on his cock, unwilling to give either of you a reprise of the delicious feeling coating both of your bodies.

You don't let Rick's binds go until your face is pressed into Rick's chest's hot skin, and your breathing has slowed down. His wrists are bare a little from the constant tuggin' to be able to touch you. You press kisses into the sensitive skin, apologizing for wrapping the rope too tight around his wrist. "Don't you dare apologize darlin?. I loved every single second of that, now about how we go take a bath."

Completed on: 07/20/24

Posted on: 10/03/24

Kinktober 24-

[mayonaisalspray]

PUNCHING THE FUCKING WALLL I WANT GO BE DONE WITH MY VIDEO NOW SO I CAN WATCH IT ALREADY

[thepixiepaige]

Picking back up with TGCF like... right in the middle of the cave scene is a fucking punch in the gut but then getting like... what??? 2 chapters further and getting the white clothed demon face reveal???!?!?!?!!!! jesus fuck FUCK oh my gooooodddddd im shoveling dirt into my mouth. I'm climbing onto my ceiling like a bat and throwing clumps of my own hair at the walll i am FERAL

[bingobongobonko]

i think they should let me do fuck all and play video ghames at work todaybut we will see. enraging urge to call out but bills to pay next month. punching my walll

[xember-blayzex]

I never realized how bad my childhood fucked me up… don’t get me wrong I knew I was a little fucky but this past week has seriously opened my eyes to a lot… my narcissistic mother… my absent father… the abuse- verbal- emotional and physical… because of my “dad” I cling to any man who gives me a second of attention… and god forbid they talk to me for a month.. then that’s when I get crazy and I know I know it’s bad and I know it’s crazy of me… but I literally cannot help it… and my mom… fuck my mom gave me the worst issues… I cannot deal with being yelled at… all she did was scream at me growing up… I never realized how toxic she was til I grew up she literally told my whole family all of my business…. She found out I had sex with someone and she literally told my whole house… everyone knew … nothing was sacred… she wouldn’t even buy me tampons she made me wear pads bc tampons weren’t safe or some shit… I had to sneak tampons and leave them at school …I’m emotionally broken and it’s from how I was raised .. I couldn’t show any emotions or I had an attitude… and she’d “give me a reason “ to have an attitude… I literally resort to anger for everything bc it was my only option growing up I mean for ducks sake she still says In lying about being anorexic I was barely 100 pounds at 18… she let her precious Travis put his hands on me multiple times but says bc my husband made me mad and I punched a wall she’s fucking him up??? Like why didn’t you do that to your son who beat my head on a walll????

[exocean]

literally crying over changbin hi goodmorning

[storm-driver]

The only 9/11 memes I will ever look at are the anti-memes that shame people for cracking jokes about a fucking terrorist attack. This isn't a staged event, this is a tragedy. Fuck you if you make fun of it.

[rjshepofftheshits]

talking with @givemeuniversalcrossovers about riddler getting stuck in a wall

nasty shit >>>>>>>>

so like

batman can punch people through walls yeah? so

walk with me

what if he punches riddler

and he gets stuck in the wall.

half in half out

like that vent in the assult on arkham movie ?

so batman pulls and pushes but he cant get the dumbass out without REALLY hurting him so batman is like "ok ffs stay still ill go get the jaws of life from the car."

so riddler is sitting there with his ass in some random warehouse and his arms stretched out in the street , all he's got to look forward to is jail and hes getting bored. things are too quiet and then he just hears a zip and clothes hit the floor and hes "????"

next thing he knows someones lifting his ass in the air on the other side of the walll and before he knows it theyre balls deep in him and you know what ??? riddler is too shocked to be afraid, he kinda just rides with it because he's finally got what he wanted : batman fucking him full attention.

so riddler gets into it and he's having so much fun even though his ribs are getting sore and its starting to rain but you know what he doesnt care because batman is a great fuck, hes about to cum and hes moaning batmans name

aaaand then batman appears in front of him asking "wtf nigma i was gone for like 4 minutes, quit calling my name."

and riddler goes through the 5 stages of grief in .03 seconds. like he doesnt care THAT much because it was a good lay but like

hes mad its not batman

[micro-poet]

My wife she took this today they visit us and we feed them we have some land and we stopped all hunting and shooting, we are city folk not fucking barbarians and we had a run in with the local hunt i pulled the hunt master off his horse and knocked a terrier lad into la la land with a punch am not tall my wife calls me pocket Spartan and her Butterfly😁 the deer and badgers two foxes come daily our dogs don't bother them we lock the three cats up they go at the foxes and Badgers they are Main Coon males big 40 pound boys, they don't take prisoners but the deer are beautiful and very cheeky as for the hunting Bastards hurt them it would be there last breath ah wouldn't be amused they are wary i beat there best man 1 v 1 in a car park a straightner it's called he got straightened laid out flat ah both boxed and played Rugby am as hard as brick walll but a soft centre for some ah know

[unbefuckinglieveable]

Remember Me Pt 9.25

// Alright, scheduling has Already fucked me over This is attempt two!! Hope you guys like it!! Mentions are:

@scarletxwonder @shoot-me-with-a-crayon @the-strawberryfarmer @prettyboysjello @pika-blur @softgreysweatersbutwithfanfic @vampirzyca13

  It was the most alive Cole had felt in 3 months, the strain on his mental state from forcing himself to smile as Hank grew so close to “Connor” physically pained him.  Even the stress of telling Markus he needed time to himself for now was melted away as he chased the bastard responsible for it all. It was pushing his limits to keep up.  The PL600 was using every Parkour trick in the book to evade the detective model.

    “Michael, stop!” Connor demanding, he was not having it, his synthetic  respiration working overtime to keep him cool. His feet taking sliding steps on snowy ground as he gained, and lost his ground in the chase.  He, right now, was not focused on protecting Hank. That was Richard's goal. They could go and talk at the chicken feed Hank asking for the umpteenth  time why he never sees Richard eat. Connor took the lead on his own for space, to be him.

   He would get his revenge.  The PL600 tried lunging up another wall, however Connor decided  enough was enough. The detective lunged forward putting his foot at against the wall and pushing upwards, instead of catching the wall to pull himself all the way up his hand caught hold of the suspects ankle. Connor letting gravity pull both of them down.

   The suspect had  busted his jaw and neck off the edge of  the wall when he hit the ground the PL600 crawled to sit against the wall. Connor stared at the bored looking on the deviants face, and he  pinched the bridge of his nose. “ 01010111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01101101 01100101 00111111 00100000” The damaged model said with a grinding glitching tone.

   Connor stepped forward and knelt in front of him and took hold of his arm probing his memory, to see what he had done to Hank.

--

    Michael was busy that night outside of Jimmy’s already on the run, he just needed money to get a place to stay.  When he had approached the woman to ask, he placed a hand on her shoulder. And asked her, she turned and reached in her purse, she pulled out pepper spray spraying it in his eyes. His vision shorted out temporarily , and he punched the woman out of instinct.

    She had started yelling punching and kicking at the blinded machine. He kept munching her until she stopped shouting. Then he heard Hank, “ Put your hands on your head and step against the wall tin can.”

    Michael did as he was told stepping against the wall, listening for Hank’s footsteps. Closer, CLOSER. “Alright bud,  you ha-” that was close enough. Michael turned and decked the man in the face, grabbing Hank by his scraggly greasy hair and started hitting his head against the brick until he felt the tension of the hair holding the man's body weight.     

    Michael dropped him and stumbled away.

--

  What Connor decided to show him was, ‘why him.’  

   Connor showed him an image of Hank and him in the department break room. Gavin was bragging about taking down a single deviant. Hank laughed, patting Connor’s back like he used to do.  When he was Connor. “ Son, what was that fancy nickname they gave you when you got here?”

    “They called me the ‘Deviant Hunter’ or ‘Plastic Asshole’, dad.” Connor smirked he had already known where this was going.

    “Alright, and how many deviants have you fought?”

    “At least 42 by now.”

    “What is the largest number of deviants you took on as a group?”

    “3, Hank.”

     Hank smirked, looking at Gavin.  “Shut the fuck up, Reed.”

  Then Connor  showed him walking into visit Hank  the first time, and him being called Cole. The agony at being forgotten as a friend and son, or person for that matter. And the fact Hank held Cole comforting him hurt more.

--

  “You ruined my life, he was only going to arrest you. They would have probed your memory  and saw that she hurt you first. You would have done time for her murder. But your immortal.   It wouldn't have mattered. Don't ask why you when you did this!” Connor yelled as he broke the connection. It infuriated vhim to know Hank had been assaulted like that because he, as an immortal, was scared to pay for a self defense crime. He enjoyed the fear on the deviant’s face as he recognized Hank's voice. The detective snatched the android by the hair like he had done to Hank and smiled gently.  

  “What is my name?” The detective smirked as the android grabbed  his hand. Connor slammed his head into the wall. Michael's hands dropped to his sides knowing not to fight back again.

   “01010000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111” It pleaded in the glitching  damaged tone. Connor shook him by the hair and then demanded again. His tone dripping in fury, threatening to pour out the lid of the jar.

  “My. Name . Michael “

   “01000100 01100101 01110110 01101001 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01001000 01110101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010”It groaned, not looking the detective in the eyes.  Connor could see the things stress level rise into the eighties and grinned again smacking it against the walll again. He chuckled darkly.

     “I have two missions, Michael, a primary, and the alternative. I always accomplish my mission. You choose the way this is going to go.” Connor  growled, abruptly letting go of the deviants hair. The deviant stood slowly, and put his hands behind his back. Connor grinned stepping forward and put the cuffs on the android.  And Connor started walking him back to the ladder hands loosely holding his cuffs.

   Connor analyzed the deviant’s current state and noticed how fragile he was.   It was what the detective had been feeling the last three months. Instability, fear, suffering.  He deserved to pay and he would pay in prison, Connor knew that.

   ‘It'd  only take one phrase, Cole and it will make you feel better.’

   “ No Amanda, go away.”

   ‘So you're just gonna let him get off easy in the courts? Get a few years jail time  and back on the street to hurt others?’

    “Amanda, Do you know what prison guards do to people and machines who assault  officers? There aren't enough parts in Cyberlife to save him!” Connor said to the woman in his head before he  realized what he'd done too late. As he shoved Connor to the ground and jumped from the roof. “I really dislike you Amanda.”

   ‘You're  welcome.’

  Connor climbed down the ladder with a sigh, looking at the corpse. He had only meant to scare him, and release a little stress. He stopped soon enough to calm down he knew it.  He nudged Michael with his foot. Nothing, he pulled his radio out. Sighing.

   “Connor, the PL600 is apprehended, however he self destructed  while on the way down, it's dead.” RK800 said bitterly calling the other his name.  He would never get used to it, it was infuriating, and he couldn't look at Richard and compose himself anymore. He got sarcastic and rude. Hank corrected Cole for it constantly.

   “Alright, Cole, we are on the way Hank's calling for a pickup for the machine, he is asking if you're alright. “

   “I'm  fine, when you get here, you am going back to the precinct to file the paperwork.”

   “Got it.”

Mental instability ^^

[avaxhunt]

“Yeah?” Ava smirked at his words, her lips brushing against the unharmed corner of his, unable to pull away. She just wanted to kiss him, like she never did before. Ava knew that feeling, she trembled with how hoarse his voice got whenever they were being intimate. And there it was, making her moan just listening to Andrew, her hands grip tighter onto him and her back arch a bit giving him a new angle inside her. “Fuck, don’t stop.” Ava pleaded in that purring tone he loved, pressing her hips don’t onto his a little harder.

She could feel Andrew balls deep inside her, warm and thick, making her feel oddly complete like he always did but now more than ever. Her toes were beginning to curl and her fingernails dig on her skin and Ava knew what that meant. Her wallls clenched around his cock hard, uncontrollably, announcing her orgasm as well as she could feel him throbbing inside her. “God, that’s..” Her voice got caught in her throat and Ava just let a loud, slow moan out again his lips. “Do it, baby. Let go and come for me.” She begged, nodding and tracing her lips down his jaw until she had his earlobe between her teeth.

She tilted her hips just a little bit and just as his cock grazed her clit her orgasm hit her like a punch in the gut. Making her gasp and squeeze him in, hold him in for a second until she just lost it. Ava shook violently in his embrace, moving until she had her lips on his, his eyes on hers and she poured his name in a moan into his mouth. It wasn’t echoing, it was just for him, his name, her orgasm, their secret. Something flicked inside her, a sense of realization she thought she had had before but this time it was ten times as powerful. She loved him. She loved every bit of Andrew Hunt. Ava held him tightly, and alternative to the ravishing kiss ahe wanted to give him, and continued to ride her orgasm and move her hips. “Come for me, Andrew. Give me what’s mine.”

avaxhawthorne‌:

“Exactly. My mom definitely has some names in mind. If not for the kids then for the next dogs.” She shook her head. “It does feel really good.” Ava nodded, his soft sigh making her smirk to herself and move on to kiss his neck some more when he granted her access. She could easily spend a whole day kissing every inch of him - and that was a pretty good idea for the next day. His words only made her smirk grow more devious, licking her lips at the thought. They were going to have so much sex now, she could feel her skin crawling just thinking about it. “It will be so much fun. They’ll be so annoyed when we come back all messy and looking happier than before.” She chuckled, her hand on his back moving slowly until she reached his ass and just held onto him.

She felt his erection reacting inside her and her lips melted in a satisfied grin and she kissed him softly, away from the cut on his lip. Ava moaned lowly when Andrew began to move his hips, holding on tighter to him and moving a bit to make herself more comfortable. She tilted her hips to grant him better access and a new angle and gasped softly when he thrust deeper inside her each time. Their eyes were locked on each other like they always were, so intensely connected it felt surreal. Ava grinned when his hand finally found her breasts and her nipples and she pressed her chest onto his touch, needy, shivering at each pinch. “Is that the horny pinch?��� She teased in a purr. 

“Fuck.” She panted as he moved just as she had asked him to, slow and steady, making her feel every inch of him moving in and out of her, going deeper and deeper. Her walls clenched around him desperately, enjoying every movement, every time he filled her up again. “God, you feel so good.” She whimpered, moving her hips in sync with his, meeting him halfway, her moans getting louder by the second.

Andrew enjoyed the steady pace. It really gave him a chance to appreciate every moment, to really take in every aspect of Ava. His hips meeting hers half way as she moved with him. He looked down at her as she shivered at his touch on her breast. “You know it is,” he teased. “Fuck, I love when your voice gets like that,” he added. She just sounded so sexy when she purred at him like that. He couldn’t get enough of it and of her. It was reassuring now he could just have her any time he wanted. 

“You feel so good,” he told her, his voice getting deeper and hoarser as they went on. Every time he was inside of her and she squeezed around him, he let out a small grunt, unable to stop himself. It was just unlike anything else he had ever felt. Their bodies truly were perfectly made for each other. “Shit,” he breathed, wanting nothing more than to kiss her and to kiss her all over.

Their movements were slow and restrained, but Andrew could already feel his muscles tensing and the mounting feeling as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm for that night. Every time her muscles tightened around him and their hips met, his toes and fingers curled and he held onto Ava now, holding on to force himself to maintain the pace. “Fuuuck,” he moaned. “I’m going to be coming soon.” 

[chasingg-ghsts]

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