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crystalflygeo · 2 years ago

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Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).

notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”

You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.

Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because “they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…

It was pretty nerve-wracking.

So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.

You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?

Or maybe…

You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.

Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.

In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.

And so, a few months ago you had found him.

Morax.

Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.

And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.

You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.

And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.

You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.

Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.

Or come, probably. Yeah.

“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”

You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…

Oh.

Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.

“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.

Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!

Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.

“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”

How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.

His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”

Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.

“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”

“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.

He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.

“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.

“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.

“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.

His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.

You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.

Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.

“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”

“Ah!”

A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.

“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”

You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.

His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.

“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”

“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”

“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”

“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.

“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. “Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”

Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.

“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.

The night was long and the audio not even halfway…

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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.

The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.

Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.

The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.

He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.

“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”

No way.

Absolutely no fucking way.

His voice…

“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.

Low and deep and velvet.

Oh, you know that exact same sound.

Your eyes widen.

Oh shit.

Mr. Zhongli is Morax…

“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #SIKE did you like that lil plot twist at the end???#lmao it was hella obvious but I still didn't wanna ruin it from the start by putting it in the title #idk how to tag cw #LISTEN #ZHONGLI'S VOICE IS PURE SIN I CANNOT #SCREAMING AT MY OWN WRITING #MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR A FOLLOW UP ALREADY HMMMMMM

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puffyducks · 2 months ago

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DCRC Week #14 (Part 1)

IT'S TRAUMA TIME BABY WHOOO YEAH I LOVE TRAUMA!!! NOT AS IN LIKE. NOT AS IN LIKE THE BAD KIND OF TRAUMA BUT AS IN PKNA #10: TRAUMA YEAH WHOOOO YEAH!!!!!

Raw asf title panel btw. You know you're in for some crazy shit.

Btw everyone this is Gorthan he's like the One singular relevant Evronian that you should know by name. That's for later but just remember that he reads Shakespeare I guess.

SNOOZER ALERT. look at his fuckass slippers.

Btw is it just me or does this guy kinda look like Launchpad. Like Launchpad if he got stuck on an Evronian prison planet I guess.

BIG FUCKING GUY ALERT!!! Also good art alert god ough the cross hatching here...

OH MY GOD IT'S THE KING FROM DARKWING DUCK

Ok so like. I can understand the gang of street Elvis impersonators. But a bunch of guys cosplaying as roman soldiers? What, do the gangs in Duckburg just do LARPing in their free time now???

I mean... can you really BLAME him for thinking you were one of the criminals...

like......

Xerbian?? haha...... uh oh

OF COURSE HE HAS A FUCKING DARTBOARD WITH PK'S FACE ON IT 😭

YEAAAHHHH LET'S RUN HIM OVER

LOVE the creative use of paneling here, having him grab onto the negative space. I wouldn't consider myself an expert on comic book art by any means, but it's always cool to see fun stuff like this!

No it's NOT plain to see, tf are you talking about 😭 what kind of gang brings in a giant fucking shredded purple guy to settle their disputes

Donald has been acting like a tough guy this whole comic but he turned babygirl real quick here

Y'know sometimes I'm hit with like a brief moment of clarity where I realize that I'm sitting and reading a Donald Duck comic about him fighting a giant alien and then having self-critical introspection about what it means to be defeated by fear. And then I'm like "damn that's crazy."

Anyways now he's thinking about getting really buff

OOH YEAH BABY BIG FUCKIN ROBOT TIME!!!

BIG FUCKING ROBOT ALIEN FIGHT YES!!! THIS IS WHAT THE FUCK I CAME HERE FOR!!! THIS IS WHY I STARTED READING THIS SERIESSS

Sorry I'll stop getting insanely fucking excited over this battle but like look at em go!!

Small detail that I really love here is the switch to the more simple paneling style for the flashback portion, reminiscent of the old comics. A nice touch :3

First of all. Rawest comic spread I ever did see. SECOND OF ALL. I think I looked at this photo like 5 different times before I realized that there's a tiny little Uno in the suit lol look at him

Anyways RIP bozo + L + ratio + get Donald Ducked idiot. Trauma literally met one singular guy that broke through his mind powers and he just died instantly (or like I guess he survived and got taken back by the Evronians but like who gaf we're not gonna see him again GOODBYEEE don't let the door hit your ass on the way out)

And of course you all know what time it is... that's right... Angus Tales. yaaay... (ok Angus hate aside I actually do like the Angus Tales comics like they're pretty fun and they have a silly art style that I like)

Never speak to me like that again or I'm filing a restraining order

Why are all these people severely jaundiced

I just TOLD you bro he has jaundice. can't you read

I wanna shame him for being racist but like are any of us really surprised here

THEY MADE HIM GO TO A FURRY CONVENTION

Ok I will in fact be back again later this week to read Donald Duck Twilight. Which I specifically requested be paired with Trauma in the same week because I thought it would be funny 🦇

#dcrc #dcrc week 14 #paperinik

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renata-has-thoughts · 2 years ago

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W/c: 2.2k Pairing: Dom fem Reader x Sub P.Bateman Includes: PLEASE READ!!! Dubcon, very dominant reader, physical assault, blood play, blood drinking, scratching, degradation, riding, p in v, dacryphilia, choking/breath play, Patrick is into it but only slightly admits to it at the end, therapeutic sex? If that’s a thing? ‘I/My/Mine’ pronouns for reader.

A/n: First of all, always read tags, but I mean it this time! This is very intense but I had a LOT of fun writing it. I’ve read the book, and I can assure you he’s an insecure slut, and he’s so babygirl. Need I remind you, INTENSE. If you don’t like it don’t read it. That’s on you. No minors. Have fun~

My fist came down sharp across his face. I reveled in the electric contact stinging my knuckles as the hook of my arm drew away. What I savored even more was the pained, groggy gasp Bateman emitted, his head lolling to the side with the motion of my punch before snapping back, and his half-lidded eyes meeting my gleeful, anticipatory ones.

He made a movement like gritty biting to fix his jaw back into place, the grotesque crunch causing his expression to sour.

“I bet that hurts, doesn’t it?” I teased, loosening his tie with two fingers, curling them upwards suggestively with a coy smile. His face stayed stone cold and annoyed, but there was something behind his eyes. Like the poised stature of a scared rabbit preparing to dart off. The threat of adrenaline. It pulsated, alive and steady. I could stare into those eyes for hours. I could claw them out with the edges of my nails, ruining them.

Beauty is only that when it’s temporary. And Patrick is beautiful. With a swift tug, his tie was thrown somewhere far beyond my peripheral vision. Beyond my care.

“I’m pleasantly surprised you haven’t told or forced me to stop yet. Either you’re secretly into this or you have some insecurity about dignity…seeing what you can take,” I mused as I undid the buttons of his shirt meticulously, adding in a whisper, “whichever one it is, it’s absolutely pathetic. I find it adorable.”

The farther I got down, the more I could sense his restraints heightening. I couldn’t sense his breathing getting faster, nor as in feel it from where I was straddling him or hear it from where I was bent over his chest, but rather knew it. Call it intuition.

For my enjoyment, I didn’t undo the last button, I simply ripped it open, ruining some of the stitching in the process. Patrick yelped.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he hissed, more solemnly than with bite.

“Physically or financially? Because I don’t see you making any moves to get me off of you.”

“That was Versace.” He mumbled from somewhere low, and went silent again, save for a few small noises while I stripped the shirt off his arms and out from underneath him. I rewarded it with the same discarded fate of the tie into the abyss behind me.

I splayed my hands across his abdomen. So warm…so humanly warm. If I didn’t have any self-control I would slice him open from every vantage point I had. He is just so perfect.

“Maybe one of these days I’ll eat you alive,” I said, turning my attention towards removing his pants. He made a brief, inaudible high-pitched sound. It caused me to smile.

With a tug and a toss, I had him. He was as good as a cornered mouse. He looked like it, too, eyes boring into mine, alert and unsteady. I bared my hypothetical fangs at him in an open-lipped grin. His eyes darted away, off to the side as if in humiliation.

“You do maintain your physique quite well for me, Bateman.” I complimented, letting my eyes run wild around his almost exposed body, except for his silk boxers. Of course they were silk.

I removed my robe-the only thing I was wearing-while examining the man before me. This seemed to grab his interest, his own eyes making their journey across my flesh. I do have my own insecurities, as an unspoken custom to any person, but I relished the way Patrick looked at me. He was intimidated. What a pretty response.

I hoisted myself, in my straddle position, just a bit higher up his body so I was sitting on his abdomen. Just an inch or so closer to his face.

Without any warning, I punched him again, this time with my non-dominant hand. The bliss of it all consumed me again. The contact, the thrum of my veins and his, the sound, in all its harshness. I could’ve orgasmed right then and there. I suppressed a pleasured moan when Patrick coughed and whimpered. When his head returned to look at me again, I was ecstatic to see I had drawn blood in his mouth.

“Fu-uck…fuck!” He groaned. Maybe he bit down too hard on his tongue, maybe the clash of teeth caused one to loosen. Excitement coursed through me as I leaned down to kiss him, eager to figure out just how I had demolished the insides of his mouth.

It was open-lipped and I spent no foreplay before pushing my tongue in. For the first time that night, I moaned with a newfound wanton fervor. I tasted blood. His blood on my tongue. Even though my eyes were closed, I felt as if rolling them back into my head. As I drank in his flavor disguised in hurried kisses, I spent careful notice on the heartbeat deeper in my body. Need. Heat. Something beyond craving.

I desired to kiss him longer, to enjoy the blood I drew for myself, like wine from a vineyard, but my body demanded he be inside it.

The need almost hurt, I admit. I sat up, smiling down at him benevolently, and pushed back and over his groin. I can’t say I was surprised to feel he was desperately hard. I almost felt bad. I tsk-ed with pity. Teasingly.

“Fuck, Bateman, you’re hard,” I muttered, observing the obvious and licking my teeth for any remaining blood, like going in for seconds after a decadant meal. I palmed the intrusion through his clothes, biting my lip when he moaned. I wish I had a keener ear. I wanted to transcribe that onto a sheet of music. To play it for myself every night. Feeling each note under my fingers on the piano. Feeling his vocal chords.

I looked up at his expression, and decided I would’ve titled the music ‘ruin’, for his eyes sprang tears, blood pooled from his mouth, a vague bruise blossomed on the side of his face. Yes. He was ruined.

I cursed something holy and beautiful under my breath as I hooked my finger in the waistband, eyes glancing up to him to note his submissive expression. His cheeks were red. Flushed from my assault or the obvious situation at hand, I didn’t know, but I assumed both.

I pulled it down. Away. Off his ankles. And there he was, ready however I would take him.

I sucked in a harsh breath, either of my hands coming up and digging into the tissue of his thighs, my nails just barely piercing his flesh. Much to my enjoyment, he made a pained sob as I drew blood from one point where my fingernail was pressed just hard enough to do so. I grit my teeth to maintain some composure.

A small amount of blood coalesced under my right hand, where, as aforementioned, my fingers dug into his thighs. I grinded myself against his other leg to satiate me in the meanwhile as I bent down and licked the blood from his left one.

Y’know those conversation starters, that go something along the lines of ‘if you had to drink one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be’? I have a new answer, thanks to the events detailed. His blood was orgasmically fantastic in my mouth. It’s like it was made to go there. To be devoured by me. To take it for my own.

“Oh, fuck, Bateman,” I droned, lips shiny with his blood, a trickle down my chin. I sat up, and the sight before me was heavenly.

The slut was leaking precum. From me drinking his blood. And his face-Christ, his face-I can still see it when I close my eyes. Even more tears glimmered around his groggy eyes, drunk on me, blood from before still on his pretty lips. He was painfully red elsewhere, too. I felt self-gratified knowing he was likely agonizing over how hard he was. Fighting to not just cum without any contact whatsoever. That made me fucking throb, and I’m not embarrassed to say that.

Equanimity be damned. I practically threw any leftover poise I had behind me like I did his clothes.

I licked up the still bleeding wound on his thigh again, but I dragged my tongue up and onto his burning erection this time. He seized. Spasmed at the contact.

He moaned so despairingly I honestly can still hear it reverberating in my head. I, in turn, moaned as well. I kept moving my tongue, focusing on a vein I found, exploring its edges and curves. His precum went well with his blood, a good flavor combination I made a mental note to try again at a later time.

I needed our bodies close so badly. Together. To take him inside my body, permanently instating him as mine, and a physical part of me. So I sat back up, still straddling his leg, and hoisted both of mine over to lock him in place. I steadied my breath. I had appearances to maintain. I slid myself up, and finally, down.

He gasped. I gasped, too, but made an effort to suppress it. He felt…I don’t know if there’s really a word for it. Incredible will suffice.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, beginning to thrust up and down upon him.

“I-I-“ He replied, per say. His voice was battered and broken.

“Ugh, speak up,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Half from pleasure half from feigned frustration.

“Yea…yeah…” Patrick finally sighed. All vulnerable. Defenses crumbled. Mine to pillage and desecrate.

“Slut,” I chuckled, barely audible. I knew he heard it by the way he choked out a sob. That sparked in me a deviously brilliant idea.

Still with him inside me, I careened down just enough to wrap both my hands around his throat. With each thrust, I applied more and more pressure to my grip around his throat. Soon he sputtered and coughed, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through his bloodied nose. His eyes were off somewhere distant-like an animal looking at something not there. A ghost. Maybe it was the ghost of who he was before I ruined his facade, tore it down to pieces. Evaporating from his body as he fought for air. I moaned.

From this position, me leaning down, he hit a spot that felt just right. My knees felt weak upon their own accord.

He tried to grab my arms, as if making a move to pry them away. I wouldn’t be having that. I slid my thumbs down to the dip of his windpipe in a silent threat, and he instantly dropped his hands, making the correct and logical choice.

I toyed with him a little, abusing my power over him. I loosened my grasp on his neck completely, letting him get in one shaky, anguished gasp, and then clamped back down again. Upon doing so, he bucked his hips up, consequently getting deeper inside.

I laughed with joyous disbelief. “You-you like being choked? You’re getting off on it?” I guffawed in hilarity from the situation at hand. No pun intended. “What-is it…don’t tell me it’s gonna make you cum, now. That would be mortifying for you.”

“I-I’m-“ he writhed.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.”

He shook his head meekly. That, or trembled.

“Well hold on, if you would be so kind. I’m get-fuck-I’m getting about there too, but…we wouldn’t want you to become all overstimulated, would we?” I broke out into a broader, toothy grin, “I don’t want you to get hurt, Bateman.”

He whined and whimpered, as if wounded. Which he was. I picked up my pace, managing to rub my clit on his groin every now and again, groaning each time I did so.

Finally. Now I was ready.

“Alright. Whatever. You can cum.” I muttered, syllables asunder, half to myself and half to him. I bared my teeth and growled lowly as I came, mentally releasing something spike-edged and dark in my mind that had been plaguing me for a while. Like admitting something deep to a therapist. I needed this like a salaryman a vacation. Throughout this, I didn’t stop, making Patrick follow rapidly, breathing with loud groans and short, pathetic wails when he came. I had a feeling this release meant something more to him, too. A letting go. Literally.

Eventually, I slowed and gently peeled my hands away from his throat. His inhales were deep and steady, exhales shaky. I pulled off and everything about him went limp, coping with the events. I chuckled inaudibly. I swung my legs off and over the bed, standing up and headed towards the bathroom. I heard no commotion from his room, and after cleaning myself off, I emerged to see him unmoved except for the rising and falling of his chest. I fetched my robe from its crumpled spot on the ground, lithely wrapping it back around me. I went to leave to the kitchen to grab myself a snack, but paused in the doorframe

“Water? Tea?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Are you alive?”

He nodded.

“You’re sure?”

Nodding.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Very enthusiastic nodding.

I smiled to myself as I left to raid his fridge.

End

If you made it this far you’re messed up and I love you and we should get married. Repost and comment if you feel inclined.

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theog1nala · 10 months ago

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Truth or Dare. (Bangchan x fem! Reader)

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WARNING: rough sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, Best friends into lovers! dirty talk!

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It’s been Three months since I saw my best friend Bangchan since I moved from Australia to the USA and if I’m going to be honest I hate the USA so much. Me and Bangchan call almost everyday but some calls are a bit flirty (if you know what I mean) but it’s the anniversary of the day me and him met so I decided to fly down to Australia to surprise him and his family because I know how much they love me.

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19 hours later.

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I texted Hannah (his little sister) if she can come pick me up with his mom and she happily agreed and when we saw eachother we were so happy to see eachother “HANNAH!” I yelled “OMG Y/N!” She said while running to hug me “girl you look good!” She said with a smirk as I chuckle “says you girlfriend but how’s the music coming along! I heard one of your songs your so good! Just like your brother” I say with a smile as she tells me it’s going good and then I see his mom! “Hey sweetheart!” She says with a smile “I missed you both so much!” I say almost crying! “You know who else misses you” Hannah says with a smirk as she says her brother which makes me roll my eyes.

we get to the house and I greet his dog berry with pets and love and then I see his dad who I talk to for a while then I go surprise Chan “is he in his room” I ask “yes honey is he” his mom replied as I walk up stairs. When I reach his room I knock on the door “who is it!” I hear that voice. “It’s your mom honey!” I do an impression of his mom as she laughs from downstairs “you can come in mom!” He really thinks I’m his mother wow “Bro are you retarded I ain’t your mother” his eyes go wide and a huge smile appears on his face “OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD!” He gets off his bed running to hug me lifting me into the air with happiness “when, why, and how” he says while hyperventilating. “Today, I wanted to surprise you, and a plane ticket” I say while laughing as he pulls me into another hug “don’t fucking leave me again please” he says while his head is buried in my neck.

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Hours later it’s around 12 am at night and I’m still awake and so is he. “Wanna play a game?” He blurts out but a sly smirk appears on his face “sure!” I say while smiling! “Let’s play…” he pauses “truth or dare” I agree to play “you first Chan!” I say with a innocent smile “wait I gotta change” I say while changing into a tank top (cropped one or whatever shirt you want) and some baggy pj pants “okay now you can go!” He looks at me “truth or dare.” I think about it. “dare!” I say not knowing what’s going to come out of his mouth “I dare you too send a message to a guy on your phone saying she’s busy” he laughs.

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After a while we are still playing the game but it starts to get a bit spicy. “Truth or dare” he says with a smirk “dare!” I say instantly “I dare you to let me give you a hickey anywhere I want to” I blushed so hard but agreed “shirt off now.” He demands “w-what!” I take it off and he gives me a hickey right there on my tit. It’s my turn now and I look at him smirking “truth or dare.” He thinks about it “dare.” I giggle “I dare you to pound me in the dark” I saw smirking “bet” I laugh but then realize he’s actually doing it.

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MINORS CLICK OFF NOW 🔞

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he smirks at me then grabs my waist pinning me to the bed “are you sure you want this” he says looking into my eyes “yes…” I breath out and he gives me the “don’t say I didn’t warn you” eyes and he rips my clothes off kissing my lips instantly as his tounge fights his way into my mouth making me let out a moan on the spot “shhhh not to loud babygirl” holy fuck that nickname makes me so feral, his kisses travel down my body to my area as he rips my pants off along with my panties “such a pretty pussy” he says while his fingers tease it as his head lowers down to its level and within minutes I feel his tongue tease it “f-fuck” i moan out as he continues making me tug on his hair. Moments later i tell him im close, i climax as he pulls away licking my cum off him smirking down at me “you listen to me yeah~” god he’s so hot I think to myself as I nod. He lifts me up turning me over to where my ass is facing him as he pulls it up making me arch my back “gonna make you feel good” he smirks “gonna make you scream daddy’s name” shit did he call himself daddy! Oh no he’s got the kink. I hear his pants drop as he turns me over again where I’m now facing him, I watch him pull off his boxers making his member spring out.

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my eyes widen at the sight “holy fuck it’s huge” I think to myself as I look him up and down as he smirks at me “gonna fuck you rough with this 8-inch cock babygirl yea daddy’s gonna fill you up~” I regret this but I don’t at the same time, he pulls my legs making me slide closer to him as he leans down slowly bending over a bit “don’t scream” he says in a low voice as he burys his face in my neck as he slowly pushes inside me “fuck! Your so tight babygirl” he gives me moments to adjust then he starts to trust. “S-shit! Mmhpf.” I moan out as he speeds up “your mine now, nobody’s ever gonna touch you again” he grunts and growls as he pulls out turning my over on my stomach “ass up” he demands as I do that “good” he slaps my ass “good girl~” he slams inside me again as I cover my mouth with a pillow trying to not scream “such a pretty slut yeah~” he slaps my ass again pulling my face up by my hair “feels good doesn’t it, yeah you like the feeling of your pretty pussy sucking my dick huh pretty girl~” he whispers in my ear “gotta keep you quiet babygirl” I nod my head as he speeds up more “c-Chan” he gives me a hard slap on my ass “wrong babygirl what’s my name” I moan, whimper and squeal “d-daddy, mmmphf feels good!” I grip the sheets. About 20 minutes later I get closer “daddy, daddy, I’m close please can I-I-I-I cum please” he chuckles “hold it slut.” I try so hard to hold it but moments later “cum for me pretty girl” I let out a loud moan but it’s blocked by the pillow as he pulls out cumming on my back.

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“Nice dare babygirl~” he helps me get dressed as he puts his clothes back on and he lays down “come here pretty thing” he says opening his arms up. “Your mine now got it” I nod my head yes “your not leaving me anymore I’ll fly your shit from fucking New York to here so you can live with me and I can pound you whenever I want pretty girl” he says while cuddling me until we fall asleep.

(SORRY THAT WAS LONG, AND SHOULD I MAKE A WATTPAD STORY BOOK OF ANY CHARACTER YOU WANT)

#straykids #bang chan #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #cute

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spacehostilityy · 1 year ago

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rewatching the OVAs (netflix s2)

low key one of my fave intros art wise (we all know howling by granrodeo is my fave intro song lol) like the suits !! are so !! cute!!!

and this frame is adorable !!

I love the search for hawk sm theyre all so fucking cute

Meliodas casually dropping “you are my purpose in life” to Elizabeth like a month after they met is INSANE. Bc from his side, makes sense. Fell in love when they were young from opposite sides of a war, risked everything to be together, have been finding and losing each other for 3000 years. But from her side, he is a cool guy she has a crush on (who is at least 15ish years older than her) who she might have known as a child. He also just described her as his entire life’s purpose. Like bro THATS CRAZYYY

Seeing Meliodas destroy the horn of cernunos is such a badass moment to me. The way he responds to her taunting with direct action and violence rather than his usual merciful beating around the bush. My favorite Mel moments are when he is using his silly goofy little guy façade and suddenly has to drop it. This is when we see a glimpse of who he was when leading the 10 commandments: arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage

it just so happens that arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage are my most prized qualities in any character

WAIT HOLY SHIT IS THE “HEINOUS SIN” MELIODAS IS CONSIDERING THAT THE GODDESS SAYS WILL DRIVE EVERYONE HE LOVES AWAY REFERRING TO HIS PLAN TO BECOME THE DEMON KING ?!?!?!?

THAT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE AND ADDS LOWKEY A TON CHARACTER MOTIVATION TO EVERYTHING ELSE MEL DOES FROM HERE ON OUT

maybe everyone knew this and im late to the game but damn that would be so cool

im pretty sure ban switches out his red leather for the long burgundy coat is bc he keeps getting stabbed front to back and the coat has a hole in the back so the weapon wont tear it lolll😭

i feel like their faces (esp meliodas’s) look a tiny bit janky in the OVAs

once again appreciating the intro 😌

They’re so fucking cute !!

Merlin and Ban clearly don’t rlly like each other much yet and it’s so funny to me

Like these are Meliodas’s closest friends and they just kinda annoy each other a lot

it’s like fuckin icarly

Gustav: the captain and one of his fellow sins going one on one? We might neve see something like this again!

hahahahaha nooo. i mean gustav didn’t, he’s dead. but the rest will el ol el

Gil is the biggest dork to ever live and howzer is concerned. Mans is crying at watching them fight and howzer is just like … ok ??

Bartra: where the fuck is my daughter

his daughter: literally watching a cage fight

MELIODAS RIPS OFF BAN’S FUCKING ARM AND SMACKS HIM WITH IT AHSDBFKSKFSDHFFK LOLLLL

theyre literally the cutest

bestiesss (boyfriends)

every one of these bitches is a fucking alcoholic

ban’s whole character is that he’s a depressed, violent alcoholic and I love him

my horrible secret is that im skipping through a lot of ova 3 bc im just not a kiane girlie😔

i do love diane tho she so babygirl

nakaba’s not even thinly veiled size kink strikes again. Seriously, i can fuck with it, but its so funny that every single main ship has a significant/abnormal height difference

hendy and dreyfus are so gay for each other im genuinely surprised it’s not canon

like look at this scene and tell me something lgbt is not happening here

omg my pfp !!

Howzer’s dad is such a dick i love it

Meliodas using the sugar spoon to full counter is literally so fucking cute, i love when they have to use dumb weapons

but also vivian lost to a tiny spoon hehe

bet gil regrets not killing vivian after she kidnaps and permanently fucks up his son ahaha🥲

Merlin being fucking terrifying saying that vivian should have realized that she is a monster is why im gay

Meanwhile Meliodas:

I love when his face does that he’s so baby

KASDBFKLHDFNWDKF GIL, HOWZER, AND GRIAMOR ALL BEGING HORNY ABT “MATURE WOMAN” MERLIN

anyway time to start season 2!!

#tess rambles on her nnt rewatch #tess rambles #nnt #elizabeth nnt #merlin nnt #bandit ban #banlaine #melban #ban nnt #7ds #meliodas #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #diane nnt #king nnt #elizabeth liones #bamf!elizabeth

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sturnioloxplr · 5 months ago

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ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫-Part 2

SMUT WARNING

Sam's hands found his way to my chest squeezing them gently to be blunt he's alot more gentle then colby

"Sa-sam~"I moaned out

"Yes princess ?"he smriked

"Please ..."Sam smirked as he ripped my underwear off in a flash

His tounge was amazing and so much better then colbys

"S-sam nghh~"I moaned out he chucked under me my cunt was his now ~

Sam trusted into me without letting me cum

"Fuck y/n no wonder colby fucked you so often your pussys so god good"He moaned out

"It's all yours Sam's now" I smirked

"Kinky Babygirl"Sam smirked roughing up the speed

"God damnnnn sammm~"I moaned out my legs begun to feel like jelly under him his touchs his smell his eyes everything was so much better then colby I felt high without any weed it was him he was intoxicated with flirt

"Sam I'm gonna cum"i yelped out

"Do it...cum for me babygirl.."he sped up

"SAMM~"I screamed out it was coming any second I'd be cumming

"Nghhhahhh"i moaned out as my orgasm wasted over me like water sam quickly followed

"Fuck me y/n your some girl" Sam said smiling

"That's the first time I've came before like an orgasm"I replayed

"Jesus really ?"Sam asked "I always thought Colby made you cum"

"He did but not a orgasm"I sighed

"Welp atleast I made you cum"he laughed biting on my neck his teeth grinning against my neck gently he knew how to please a girl the way a women wants it

"I found out that colby was cheating on you at that halloween party last month he was with Amber I'm pretty sure" Sam said

"Amber.."my heart stopped ...does he mean the Amber who filmed tiktoks with colby ? Wait ..AMBER SCHOLL ...

"Sam..do you mean Amber Scholl ?"

Sam nodded in response as he grabbed a hoodie from thr closet "Yeah her she had a massive crush on him for ages and tried to lore him into her and we'll I guess she did at the party I'm really sorry y/n.."

"Don't b3 sorry sam I've an idea on how to het my boyfriend back"I smirked My head was racing of ideas to do to get ny revenge maybe send her fake gucci nah to basic OR BUY HER FAKE HIGH HEELS AND COVER THEM IN GUCI PERFUME UGHHH IVE NO IDEAS

"Uh Y/n ?"Sam asked"plesse tell me your nit gonna do a killing spree or something"

"Sam r u crazy over course not I'm not that desperate I mean maybe I am...I don't know if I should get colby back I mean he cheated on me with Amber the girl ge told me he didnt like and he took advantage of the situation at the party"

Sam threw me his hoodie "baby if he did that ehy go back to him I mean he's my best friend so. I cant say anything but u shouldn't" Sams right I shouldnt go back to him after that

"Your rigjt sam but ...I still my revenge on ms Amber Scholl"

Sam rolled his eyes "you and revenge y/n"he turned off the lights in thr bedroom with q click I of course stayed up on my laptop trying to find ways to get revenge without it being illegal of course

my fingers were dancing around thr keys until I found it..

How To get revenge on a rich girl

"got it " I mumbled happily as I took a picture and set my phone down on thr desk next to me and fell asleep next to sam

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Next time in

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

Will y/n get her revenge on Amber and Colby or will she run back to colby like a dog ? Will she stay with lovable Sam Golbach or emo god Colby Brock ?

Stay online Losers and find out in part 3 of

ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

A story written by SamGolbachsangel

HI GUYS WELL PART 2 IS OUT NOW IM SO HAPPY I FINALE GOT TO DO IT AFTER TRYING TO WRITE IT IN PEACE ANYWQYS NEXT PART MIGHT BE A BIT GOREY AND WELL YOU GUESSED IT ANGST SO BE CAREFUK AND WAIT FOR PART 3 OF ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫

And anyone asking yes the story is named after colbys song skin I hope u guys r enjoying it so far part.4 will probably be the last of it

haven't read part 1 ? Here it is

https://www.tumblr.com/samgolbachsangel/754254978253750272/%E2%84%AD%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2-%E2%84%91-%F0%9D%94%A0%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%A3%F0%9D%94%AC%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%A4%F0%9D%94%A6%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%A2-%F0%9D%94%AA%F0%9D%94%B6%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%A9%F0%9D%94%A3%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%A3-%E2%84%91%F0%9D%94%AA-%F0%9D%94%A7%F0%9D%94%B2%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%B1-%F0%9D%94%9E-%F0%9D%94%B0%F0%9D%94%A2%F0%9D%94%AF%F0%9D%94%B3%F0%9D%94%9E%F0%9D%94%AB%F0%9D%94%B1?source=share

#sam and colby #sam golbach smut #sam and colby smut #sam golbach #sam and colby x reader #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby fluff #jake and johnnie #smut writing #jake webber #colby brock #part 2 #samgolbachsangel

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pumpkinprice · 10 months ago

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Maybe Mean!Dad Carlos Olivera?? If ur okay with it :3

he's soo mean too :(( the meanest

tw: incest, noncon, dubcon, anal, abuse, mention of necrophilia, and mentions the big "r" word.

Can't you ever be a good daughter? Just once? If you could, then it wouldn't have to be this way, would it? He wouldn't have to hit you. He wouldn't have to rape your pretty holes over and over.

But you can't so now your tear stricken, messy face is pushed into the mattress while your Dad fucks his huge, girthy cock into your tight ass. "Dad please.. no more," you beg with a sob.

"Keep crying and I'll break that pretty mouth with my fist."

You're so hot and tight around him that he never wants to stop fucking you. He wants to you to keep mouthing off so he can keep having the excuse to hurt you. To rape you.

He grabs at your hips, pressing his fingers into spots that don't have bruises so he can mark you up more. "So pretty.. you're so fucking pretty, babygirl," he groans looking at all the bruises decorating your body. The ones on your neck he's particularly proud of.

"Daddy," you whimper weakly. It feels like you're being ripped in half. He's already fucked your mouth and pussy but it wasn't enough for him. Nothing is ever enough. You knew the second he walked through the door, you were in for it. But you couldn't help yourself and mouthed off anyways. Kept mouthing off until you heard the clink of his belt buckle. You felt that trickle of fear go down your spine and your pussy clench at the same time. It always hurt so bad when he used the belt but when you came, it was the greatest feeling in the world. He really did take such good care of you.

He's fucking you like a ragdoll and your head is banging against the headboard. You want him to just finish but also never stop. You know deep down he hurts you for your own good. No one loves you like your Daddy.

"Fuck, gonna cum again. Gonna fill this tight asshole so good."

You hate when he cums in your ass, but you don't dare say anything or he'll finger it out of you and make you eat it. "Cum, Daddy.. my slutty asshole needs it." His cum fills you and he's pushing your face further into the tear streaked pillow so you can't breathe. You struggle but he ignores you, fucking his cum deeper into your ass.

You wonder if you die if he'll fuck your dead body. Probably. You hope so.

#tw incest #tw noncon #asks 💌#userasc #'*•.¸♡ carlos ♡¸.•*'#redrb

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adickaboutspoons · 1 year ago

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As threatened promised, a rough rundown of Ed’s timeline in s2 based on his make-up/facial wound/neckwear/hairstyle situation in the teaser/trailer/promo pics:

Almost certainly we’ll start the season seeing Ed in his Kraken drag. It looks like we’re going to get a montage of raids, because I’m seeing at least two distinct ships in the background when he’s all Krakened up.

It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he’s not wearing either the cravat OR the pearls at first, but we see the pearls peeking out from his jacket lapel when he’s saying “Fuck you Stede Bonnet” to the little groom dolly, so my money is on his snatching a strand from someone’s throat at the wedding raid. If it’s from the throat of the bride herself, I wil EAT. MY. OWN. HANDS.

Incidentally, we seem to have gone back to fingerless gloves for all the Kraken/pre-reunion shots, rather than the full gloves from the end of season 1, so RIP to the “full gloves mean he’s cut himself off from human contact/emotion” metaphor (but more on that in a minute).

So if I had to guess, I’d say next we get playing with the dollies and having a good cry about it

Followed by a manic moodswing to babygirl princess cleaning mode with the hair up and the pearls and the gloves, but a little bit of kohl still smudged around the eyes. I think he enlists Frenchie’s help, since they both seem to be carrying around containers full of bottles while he’s sporting this look, and I think it’s the back of Frenchie’s coat we see when Ed starts his “No more” list.

After that, since the lighting is soft and sunset-esque, I’d say we have the helm scene where it looks like babygirl is daydreaming

I’m wondering if the daydream goes wrong, though (maybe he’s cross because he let himself think about Stede again at all. Maybe the daydream goes sour and dashing, swashbuckling, Bearded Stede fights his way through Izzy to Ed only to say “Just in case it wasn’t clear when I left you, I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t love you and never did.” or something equally gutting) because guess where else we see the babygirl princess updo

(and we know this has to be after the raid montage, because the big ass treasure chest in the background on the right was carried off the ship where Ed shot his gun in the scene where Fang smashes two guys heads together).

So I’m kind of wondering - since Ed was at the helm, did he steer the ship into an oncoming storm on purpose?

So then we FINALLY see the cravat, but he’s also wearing the pearls, so we know this has to be after all the raiding stuffs.

And the only other place we see it in any of the promotional stuff is when he wakes up and head-bonks Stede.

And looking at how banged up he is - blood on his temple, puffy cut on his cheek and lip, that these wounds are pretty fresh. My guess is he sustained them in the storm, and something goes Very Badly, resulting in him either getting swept overboard, or the crew having to abandon ship, and being rescued by the Chinese junk, where the crews will reunite (based on Stede’s costuming during the headbonk scene, and the fact that Frenchie, Archie, and Jim are with the Revenge crew during the crossbow scene, when everyone is dressed in the Chinese ru).

I have toyed with the thought that all the blue-filtered shots are a fever-dream/hallucination while Ed is laying injured, but I’m not 100% sure on that. For one, Ed doesn’t have his coat, his boots, or even his gloves

But he for sure has the pearl necklace, and it looks like maybe his lip is split (though it’s hard to tell if that’s a shadow or not), which are peculiar details to include in a fantasy sequence.

If it is, I’m guessing it ends when Ed ties a rock around his waist and leaps from the cliff - it’s hard to see, but there’s a rock with a rope around it on the ground near the rag man (Hornigold?), and you can see the rope going down into the water when he first hits. You can also see his feet are bare, just like they were in the gunshot scene.

If not? IDK. The pearls and the lack of gloves place it after the reunion. Remember how I said we were going to come back to the gloves-as-a-metaphor-for-emotional-openness-and-connection? Ed DOESN’T WEAR GLOVES AT ALL ANYMORE after the Kraken scenes are done. I can’t tell if he has them on in the headbonk scene, but after he meets back up with Stede, our babygirl’s hands are NAKED and VULNERABLE (and ready to touch his boyfriend. In a world where I get everything I want, after the reunion, they go to the Significant Cave, and Ed leaves Stede and his gloves behind, and Stede shows up at Anne and Mary’s because “You left these (and me) behind,” but Ed doesn’t WANT them (Stede) anymore, can’t he take a HINT? Thank you for indulging in parenthetical fanfic that almost certainly won’t actually happen this way) But the fact that the wounds are so hard to see that they might not even actually be there? Would put it later in the season.

Because boy howdy do they still look fresh when he shows up at Anne and Mary’s.

But everything else must come later, because the wounds looks progressively more healed. When he’s wearing the sackcloth shirt, his lip still has a little mark on it (but significantly smaller than it was at Anne and Mary’s)

But that mark goes away before the one on his cheek does. It’s not there at Spanish Jackie’s or when he’s talking to the bunny, or in the scene when the VO says it feels like there’s a storm coming.

So I’m not really sure where to put those in relation to one another. Vibes alone, I’d say “Storm’s coming” (followed by beach battle, where there also aren’t noticeable facial wounds or gloves, but Ed is clutching his side as though still recovering from cracked ribs or something).

Then bunny talk, since he’s still wearing the same clothes, then Spanish Jackie/the docks where, since he looks so chill and relaxed, the “something new” he’s trying is he and Stede actually retiring from piracy together.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #honka honka #🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡#clowning is my heritage

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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Ch 3 - Wasting All These Tears On You

Part 4

Cowgirls Don't Cry

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Ryan’s POV

Ryan was talking to his girlfriend, Laramie as he had been seeing her for a few weeks as he heard her ask about Y/N “oh her, she was a dumb fling. I just used her and got what i wanted from her then i met you honey” He says softly, kissing her cheek gently and lovingly because he was happier with her and loved her more than anything which made him forget about the girl who had been in love with him for a while but he had taken her virginity then he left her after he had done so “She is the foreman’s kid, so that’s why i slept with her. Just so that she would leave me alone, and stop being around me” He says softly, unaware of Y/N listening to the conversation

Ryan kissed Laramie softly, his hand resting on the small of her back because he loved spending time with her and everything else before they started on their work for the day “Love you cowgirl, gonna take you up to the river after we finish doing our daily work. Now go on and get your pretty self up on that horse and head out. I will be there soon enough little darling, love you” He repeated, his hair was tucked under his cowboy hat which was a black stetson that he had bought with his first check from working the ranch

Ryan was mounting his horse, running a hand through his hair as he swung his leg over the saddle as he wasn’t paying attention when he mumbled under his breath “Stupid girl, thinking that she would even have a chance with me. She’s just the foreman’s kid and she was just a quick lay to me.” He says, not knowing that Y/N had been listening since he wasn’t exactly quiet about it as he rode his horse out of the barn quietly as he didn’t even pay attention when he left the barn after he got his horse saddled and the tack put on correctly as he rode over to Laramie and kissed her despite Y/N being there and seeing everything after he had said those things about her without a single ounce of remorse and care in the world as he rode off to the pasture where he was usually working with the other hands. He wasn’t working with Rip because Rip had decided to take a break from work, and spend some time with his family as he sighed softly while he rode the horse at a medium speed and trot.

Y/N’s POV

Standing outside the bunkhouse I started to go inside until I heard Ryan talking with someone. Actually he was doing much more than talking from what I heard. Wrapping my hand around the door knob I opened the door seeing him tangled up in the bed with one of the barrel rodeo girls. "Son of a bitch, Ryan!" I cursed making them both break away.

"Well, well, guess she didn't agree with you, she was just another lay." The girl lying with him scoffed.

Ryan attempted to get his pants that were laying on the ground. Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I felt tears starting to fall down my face. "You are a sick liar…I never should have trusted you."

"Y/n, come on. I didn't mean anything like that." He attempted to explain but I wasn't going to hear it.

"Go to the train station!" Turning on my heels back towards the door more tears were falling down my cheeks at this point. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid to think he cared for me. Grabbing his boots off the floor I chucked them harshly towards his face where he had to duck. Then I slammed the door behind me running up to the main house and into the living room closing the door to cry on the wooden floor.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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sozzledjuja · 11 months ago

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Let's talk about the "Iris killed Mephisto" situation

With season 3’s possible (and hopeful) arrival, I thought this post might be necessary. I’ve been going through a lot of old lolirock posts, and the amount of people that seem thoroughly convinced that Iris was responsible for Mephisto’s death is absolutely astounding. Like, have we watched the same scene? You could attribute her a small fraction of the blame, sure. But all of it? It seems to me like some of yall (in a very Praxina fashion, may I add) just want someone convenient to blame.

Like, I’m all in favor of the “Iris killed Mephisto” jokes, like, keep making them, I love them. But… it should stay that way… a joke. Because some people seem to have taken it quite literally.

I think I’ve read something similar somewhere before but, Mephisto’s death was not only one person’s fault. That was the point. It was a combination of variables that all ended up going tremendously wrong for the twins, BUT, one in which NONE of the characters involved had any intention of contributing to.

You wanna blame people? Sure, you could blame Iris. She was the one that allegedly couldn’t control her Shanilla form. She was the one who sent the blast that, when collided with Gramorr’s own energy force, hit and shattered the big, shiny, and mildly explosive rock, that was going to fall onto Praxina, before Mephisto yeeted her away like a ragdoll and took on the blast himself. Wow. Does that not sound far fetched and awfully convoluted? Yeah, because it is. If anything, you could say that Iris indirectly and totally unintentionally contributed to Mephisto’s death.

And you know what? While we’re on the subject of blaming, why not blame Gramorr? He was the one who started this whole mess for everyone. He is the reason that battle was even happening in the first place. The energy Iris sent collided with HIS magic, causing the blast, so, logically speaking, he should also be blamed, right? Did he mean to “kill” Mephisto? No. Though if I’m being totally honest, he probably wouldn’t have cared either way, but still. I’m not sure he even noticed that was even happening. But it also wasn’t his intention.

Oh, do you wanna blame someone else? Great! How ‘bout we blame Praxina herself? If she had just left with Mephisto, like he wanted, instead of “wanting to watch” (what the heck was that about anyways? babygirl, i love you but TF?!), they wouldn’t have been anywhere near the blast when it happened. And then, to save her from her own recklessness, Mephisto was the one who got screwed.

Heck, we can even blame Mephisto himself. He was the one who decided to jump in front of his sister to save her, wasn’t he? No one made him do it.

See? We can blame pretty much everyone. OR we could rip the page we took from Praxina’s blame book, crumple it into a ball, rip it to shreds, and throw it off of a bridge. No good comes from trying to find a non-existent scapegoat, and that’s something that some of you, AND Praxina alike, are going to have to learn at some point. Sometimes things aren’t just black and white. There are shades of gray (this is so cliché, but it’s true).

But let’s backpedal, shall we? Imagine Iris was actually the one who undoubtedly, yet accidentally killed Mephisto. I’m gonna ask the real question now. Why should she care? I love the twins more than anything else, obviously, they are my favorite characters in the show, and I feel awful about what happened to them. But they’re not exactly saints. I’m not even going to list all the awful things they did to the princesses, and Iris specifically, because we'd be here forever. But I’ll use Princess Brenda as an example. You know, the episode where Mephisto and Praxina basically “killed” all of Iris’s friends, AND the love of her life, just… because. And they did all that, 1) on purpose; and 2) did not feel bad about it in the slightest, and even gloated about it. Like, they were thrilled. So how exactly is this any different? If anything, it’s way worse. Iris indirectly and completely unintentionally killed Mephisto (as stated above), with lots of other people to be blamed for it as well, AND, she even apologized to Praxina, and said she felt sorry about her loss. She obviously didn’t feel good about it.

What I think screwed her over with certain members of the fandom was the “But you can’t blame me for it.” line. Because maybe I don’t know, YOU CAN’T. Also, what was she supposed to do? She knew it wasn’t fully her fault, as she fucking should. So should she just drop to the ground and cry her eyeballs out, and mourn the loss of her enemy who had consistently made her life a living hell for god knows how long? Like, are some of y’all mental? And it’s fucking hypocritical of Praxina to expect anything more than that from Iris as well, considering everything they've done to her (but, then again, Praxina IS a hypocrite, not a single surprise there).

At the end of the day, neither Iris, nor any of the other princesses owed Mephisto (or Praxina) anything. They didn’t owe him their grief, their mourning, they didn't owe him shit. Because, guess what? A lot of yall aren’t prepared to hear this but. Mephisto enjoyed screwing with the princesses' lives just as much as Praxina. No consideration whatsoever about anyone they had to trick, backstab or hurt. Yeah, Gramorr was making them do it. But they sure as hell were having a blast through it all. In fact, only near the end, when Gramorr was yapping about planetary enslavement or whatever, did Mephisto actually start to kinda realize the gravity of the situation (while Praxina was still on cloud fucking nine). Which- props to him, I guess. I think he was realizing that all of that wasn’t just some big elaborate joke. I think I’ve made a meme of this in the past like, “Wait. You guys are actually evil? I thought it was a joke.”, and this basically perfectly sums up what I think was going through his brain at that moment. That’s why he was so apprehensive till the very end. That, and also the fact that he was then starting to realize that him and Praxina were not any different from Lev, or Jodan, or any of the other minions Gramorr lied to and exploited, to do his dirty bidding for him. They, too, had been expendable, tricked into devoting their entire lives to someone who filled their heads to the brim with nonsense and empty promises of grandeur, when, in reality, he wasn’t actually planning on following through with anything. Why would he? After all, they were just cheap, stupid merchandise.

Still, none of that removes the fact that both Mephisto and Praxina were bad people. Yes, they were kids, so there was obviously room for growth if put in the correct environment, but nonetheless. And I agree with people when they say that Mephisto had more good in him than Praxina, but that still doesn’t make him a good person. The problem is that people like to babify him, and that kind of takes away all the complexity that makes his character so beautiful.

You can love a character and believe they deserved better, while also holding them accountable for their actions and acknowledging they weren’t perfect.

This is going to sound insensitive as hell but the twins made their bed. Now they have to lay in it (well, Praxina has. Mephisto… well, he can't really lay on anything, can he?- because he is- ya know- dead, but… whatevs).

Iris could’ve even not shown a single ounce of sadness for what happened to Mephisto and she still would’ve been well within her right to do so. Of course, she is objectively “good” so the expectations for her to do “good” are much higher than the bad guys. The villains are “objectively bad” so whenever they do something only slightly itty bitty nice they’re immediately reduced to “misunderstood” or “poor babies omg uwu” or “they didn’t do anything wrong ever”. Because for them the bar is on the floor, the expectations are low, they don’t need to do anything. For christ sake, let the protagonists make mistakes, allow them to not be perfect, to have dimension. Y’all can’t handle it, can you? Either Iris is a bitch for “killing” poor wittle baby Mephisto or she’s a, quote on quote, “Mary Sue”. Like, pick a lane and leave female characters alone. Let them be complex, let them lose their marbles, let them make mistakes and learn from them. This goes for Iris, but for Praxina too.

She’s gonna fuck up a lot in season 3, we all know it. She’s gonna do unspeakable things, and I fully believe that, at some point, she might even get past the point of no return. Because she’s human too. Because, right now, she’s all alone without the one person that was always there for her, and that she always took for granted. This doesn’t have much to do with the original point of this post, maybe I’ll elaborate on this later, but I think that one of the main conflicts that Praxina is going to deal with this season is GUILT. The guilt of knowing you didn’t appreciate someone enough while they were there, that you took them for granted. She’s gonna think back to all the times she yelled at or hurt Mephisto (yes, most of that was your usual sibling stuff, but she did take it too far sometimes), and that’s gonna fucking break her. You just know she’s going to have those memories replaying over and over again in her head 24/7. And that’s gonna fuck her up badly.

She’s still a bad person, but she has layers. She is a complex human being, always, but now more so than ever, and y’all better keep that in mind (also, please please please @teamlolirock, you have the opportunity to do something great with this, maybe even something a little darker to get different audiences for the show as well, and peak the interest of people that aren’t all that familiar with the show yet, please do not waste it, DO NOT squander this potential).

Also, might I add, I loved how in character for her it was that she immediately blamed Iris for the whole Mephisto thing. Like, if there’s something Praxina has never done during this whole show, was take the blame for anything. That’s her Achilles’s heel, one of her biggest fatal flaws (that and her ongoing hypocrisy. pride too), and of course this situation would only exacerbate it. Well played, @teamlolirock, well played. Here, take my hat.

Anyways, Banes is the true bitch, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he turned out to be the big bad boss, and I don’t see people discussing it enough (I might make a post on this too when I have the time).

With that being said, if you’ve read this far, thank you, and I’d like to know your thoughts. If there’s anything this fandom is missing is some good old’ character and world building dissection. Have a good one.

XOXO

#lolirock #lolirock season 3 #praxina #mephisto #lolirock praxina #lolirock mephisto #lolirock gramorr #gramorr #lolirock iris #lolirock talia #lolirock auriana #iris princess of ephedia #talia princess of xeris #auriana princess of volta #og post

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littlemissomega · 2 years ago

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How Would They Know?

Warnings: overstimulation, begging, degrading, pet names, toy use, public sex, bathroom sex, mommy kink, squirting, rip waiter, overuse of the words "y/n" "Natasha" and "whimpers"

Summary: Y/N and Natasha go out for dinner, but Nat has an idea on how to spice it up

Author's Note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!! ❤️

Word Count: 3405

Disclaimer: I wouldn't recommend doing this in particle, people in the service industry don't get paid enough for this 😂

Masterlist

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“Hurry up and finish getting ready, our reservation is at 7!” Natasha calls from the room over.

“I’m coming!” y/n responds.

Y/N finishes dabbing on her lip gloss before prancing out to the living room to meet her girlfriend.

“Ready!” she smiles.

“Don’t you look pretty, baby!” Natasha smirks.

“Thank you,” Y/N blushes.

“But I don’t think you’re quite ready yet,”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks, “I did my makeup, hair, got my purse-”

Natasha drops down on her knees in front of Y/N and pulls out a package from behind her back that y/n hadn’t noticed until then.

“What’s that? And why are you-”

Nat opens the package and pulls a small vibrator out.

“W-what’s that for?” Y/N blushes.

“Aww my innocent widdle baby,” Natasha croons, “You’re gonna wear this tonight, babygirl,”

“I thought we were going out, Mommy,”

Y/N blushes even harder as Natasha pushes y/n’s dress up and hooks her fingers through the band of her lacy underwear.

“We are,” Natasha smirks, yanking her panties down.

“But-”

“No buts, pretty girl! You’re gonna be a good girl for Mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she squeaks.

Natasha parts her girlfriend’s thighs to see she’s already dripping.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve haven’t even touched you!”

“Can’t h-help it, Mommy!”

“I know you can’t, bunny. My horny little baby,” Natasha croons, running a finger through Y/N’s folds.

Y/N jolts forward, gripping Natasha’s shoulders and moaning.

“Mommy!”

“Shh, baby,”

Natasha takes the toy and slides it into Y/N’s dripping pussy, positioning it right before slipping her panties back on. She gives y/n’s pussy a little pat before tugging her dress back down.

Y/N squirms as Natasha stands up. She realizes the toy has two parts; one that slides into her, and another suction-like part that rests against her clit.

“Let’s go, button, we don’t wanna be late!” Natasha smirks, grabbing her purse and walking over to the door like nothing happened.

The vibrator shifts uncomfortably as Y/N stumbles over to the door and out to the car. Nat opens her car door for her and helps her climb in. Y/N presses her flushes cheeks against the cool window to try and cool her off as the car pulls out of the driveway.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asks innocently as Y/N squirms in the seat next to her.

“N-nothing! I just c-can’t figure out how to… s-sit,” she stutters.

She ends up spreading her legs as far as she can in the cramped car, which seems to help some. Natasha reaches over and rests a hand on her thigh, not taking her eyes off the road.

Y/N tries focusing on watches the cars outside, but she can’t with her girlfriend’s hand on her thigh and the toy in her pussy. The car screeches to a stop at a red light.

“So, how was your day, sweetie?” Natasha asks, breaking the silence.

She struggles to form words.

“It was good! I meet up with Kate for coffee and- oohh,” a moan interupts her statement as the toy jolts to life, rippling vibrations through her as soon as the light turns green.

“And what, baby?” Natasha asks obliviously.

Y/N looks over to see Natasha’s phone resting on her thigh next to her. She must have used the app to turn the vibrator on.

“I m-met up with Kate for coffee and it wa- fuckk,” Y/N whimpers as the vib turns up a setting, “Fun! It was fun!’

“I’m so glad! What else did you do today, sweetie?”

“N-nothing much!” she grits through her teeth, trying to hold back her moans, “How was your day, M-mommy?’

Natasha chuckles at how subby she is already.

“It was okay, angel. I had to go on a mission with Steve and Sam, but it went well!”

“That’s good!”

The light turns red, and with that, the toy turns off. Y/N lets out a mix between a whimper and a sigh of relief.

“Be patient, baby,” Natasha chuckles, “Oh, by the way, Stevie says hi! You remember last time he came over, don’t you, button?”

Y/N blushes even harder at the memory.

“Uh huh,” she squeaks.

“I was thinking about having the whole gang over this weekend!”

Y/N moans as the vibrator turns back on; the light turning green again.

“Almost there,” Natasha assures her, squeezing her thigh.

But for the next 10 minutes to the restaurant, every light turns red. Every. Single. Ones. Which means y/n got more breaks from the intense stimulation, but also that it took longer to get there. When they finally get there, the vibrator shuts off again. y/n slumps against the seat. She didn’t get to cum once, but from how sensitive she was already, you would think she had cum a million times.

“Mommy, I don’t think I can go in there!” Y/N whimpers, gripping the seat.

“You can, and you will! And you’re going to be very good, or I’ll make sure you regret it,”

“O-okay Mommy, I’m sorry,” she squeaks.

“Good girl,”

Nat goes around and opens her door for her, but stops her after she swings her legs out of the car.

“What?” y/n asks.

“I don’t think you really need these, babygirl,” Natasha voices, sliding y/n’s panties off.

“But M-mommy! What’s gonna-” she starts.

“Nu nuh nuh! No arguing, baby,”

Y/N lets out a small huff before climbing out of the car and allowing Natasha to drag her into the restaurant. She clings to her arm, feeling even more subby by the moment. The idea that she was around so many people in this state light her nerves on fire. Y/N stumbles around like a baby deer, trying to get her footing right.

“Welcome! Do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks when they step into the restaurant.

Natasha looks over at Y/N, implying she should answer. Y/N gulps. It’s going to be a long night.

“Y-yes,” Y/N nods, trying to act normal.

“Great! What’s the name?”

“Romanoff,”

“Your table is ready! Right this way!”

The hostess leads them to a candle light table in the middle of the restaurant.

“Here’s some menus, take your time choosing what you want!” the hostess smiles widely.

“Thank you,” y/n smiles back.

The candle light illuminates Natasha’s green eyes. Y/N squirms in her seat, causing the toy to shift deeper.

“Sit still, krolik,” (bunny)

"Everyone's gonna know!"

"How would they know?" she chuckles.

"T-they... they will!"

"Not if you're a good girl and quiet!"

Y/N hides her flushed cheeks behind her menu.

“What do you want to eat, sweetie?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t k-” Y/n cuts herself short as the vib clicks back on, trying to muffle her moans.

“Well, tell me if you need help choosing! I know my little baby needs Mommy to help her make big girl decisions,” Natasha voices.

Y/N clears her throat, trying to clear her brain along with it. Focus. Just make it through the evening without drawing attention to yourself. Her toes curl in her shoes and she digs her nails into the chair trying to hold back her moans.

“This is getting you so worked up, isn’t it?” Natasha asks, “Knowing that all these people have no idea who good you feel right now, but if you mess up for even one second, everyone will,”

“Mommyy,” Y/N whimpers.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She hates to admit it, but it’s undeniable how hot the fire in her belly is burning. She’s so so close, but she knows if she cums, she won’t be able to hold herself back from moaning.

“No no no, Mommy, please no,”

“No, you’re not close?” Natasha asks, tilting her head to the side, “Then you should have no problem ordering on her own,”

Her blood turns cold as she turns her head to see the waiter walking over to them.

“My name’s Sam and I’ll to taking care of y’all tonight! What can I get you?” the man asks Y/N.

Y/N opens her mouth a few times, but no words come out.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” Sam asks, noting her flushed and frazzled demeanor.

Natasha rubs the tip of heel up and down y/n’s leg.

“Uh huh! Yeah, I’m f-fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asks, obviously suspicious.

“Yeah! I’ll take a sa- ohh,” Y/N stops herself for a moment and squeezes her eyes shut, her orgasm seconds away.

“Should I call a doctor?” he asks.

“No!” Y/N snaps her eyes back open, “l’ll take a salad!” her voice cracks as she orgasm rushes through her.

“Okayy,” Sam responds, still not convinced, “What dressing?”

“Honey mustard,” she squeaks.

Y/N bites down on her lip as hard as she can, trying to keep it down as the stimulation continues through her orgasm.

“I’ll have a steak with mashed potatoes, please,” Natasha smiles, acting perfectly normal, “And two glasses of red,”

“Got it! Coming right up,” the waiter smiles, taking their menus.

As soon as he’s out of an earshot, y/n lets up a sigh of relief, slumping against the table with her head in her hands. The toy shuts off.

“Good girl,” Natasha chuckles, still rubbing her shoe up her calf.

“T-that was so… m-mean!” Y/N squeaks.

“Aww you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed and overstimulated!”

Y/N huffs and takes another sip of her water. She holds the glass to her forehead, trying to cool herself off.

“You have any plan for tomorrow, pumpkin?”

“Dying in a hole,” Y/N mumbles, realizing how suspicious she must have looking to the waiter.

“Oh, don’t do that, sweetie! I’d much rather you come to work with me tomorrow! I have some meetings, but you can sit in my lap until they’re over!” Natasha responds.

Going to work with Natasha only ends with one things; Y/N warming Natasha’s strap until she’s done, then being fucked hard on her desk. Sometimes even in front of the other Avengers.

“Actually, I think I have to…clean tomorrow!”

“Aww you’re such a good widdle housewife, aren’t you?” Natasha croons.

Y/N squirms in her seat at the thought. They aren’t actually married, but Natasha makes comments like that all the time. And every time it never falls to give Y/N butterflies at thoughts of the future.

“I love you,” Y/N smiles.

“I love you too, malyshka,” (babygirl) “But you know what I love too?” Natasha asks.

“What?” she asks, expecting something cute.

“Watching you cum,” Natasha smirks, popping the bubble of butterflies as she turns the vibrator back on.

Y/N grips the table and whimpers from the overstimulation.

“M-mommy!” she whispers

“Be nice and quiet,” Natasha reminds her, “Only Mommy gets to hear your pretty moans,”

Natasha shoves her over the edge two more times before giving her a break. Y/N is no longer able to contain all of her noises, drawing the attention of some of the people sitting near them. Nothing too major, just some side looks from people simply trying to enjoy their dinner.

“Oh, I think that’s our food, button,” Natasha smirks, looking over y/n’s shoulder.

YN groans at the idea of facing the waiter again in her current state. She tucks her hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath.

“Here you go! One salad, one steak, and two glasses of red wine,” the waiter smiles, setting the food down in front of them.

“Thank you,” Natasha smiles.

The waiter looks intently at Y/N again, probably trying to make sure she’s okay.

“Are you sure you’re alright, ma’am? You don’t look well,” the waiter voices.

Her eyes go wide. Natasha won’t be happy at all if she can’t convince him.

“Really, I’m f-” the toy goes up a setting, “Fine! I’m fine! I just have… period cramps!”

The waiter’s face goes bright red.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, my apologies!”

He quickly leaves, his face bright red. She takes a gulp of the wine, trying to drown her embarrassment. It makes her head feel floaty.

“Period cramps?” Natasha asks.

“I’m sorry, Mmommy! It’s the only thing I can think of!” she whimpers.

“Oh, baby, you’re doing so good! You’re so perfect,” she praises.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, malyshka?”

“Can I cum?” she whimpers.

“Aww, of course, my good girl,” Natasha smirks.

Y/N clamps her thighs together as she cums, trying to muffle the stimulation, but it only makes it stronger. She bites down on her hand to try and and keep from moaning, but it does little to help.

“Can we go home now, Mommy?” Y/N asks while coming down from her high.

“Not yet, knopka (button). You haven’t even touched your food!”

Tonight is going to be even longer than she thought.

3 orgasms, 2 choking-coughing fits, and lots of whispered begging later, Y/N finally finishes her dinner.

“All done! Can we go now?”

“Now, now, be patient, knopka!” Natasha smirks, “Here comes the waiter again!”

“Was everyone’s food good?” the waiter asks.

“Very!” Natasha smiles, “Wasn’t it, baby?”

“Uh huh!” Y/N smiles, again trying to act normal.

“Would you like a dessert menu?” he asks.

Y/N looks over at her girlfriend, mentally begging her to say no so they can leave.

“Why not? I’m craving something sweet right now,” Natasha smirks, the double meaning seeping into Y/N.

“Tonight’s special is chocolate strawberry cheesecake!”

“Ooo that sounds good! What do you think, baby?” Natasha asks, looking over at y/n.

“Yeah! T-that sounds gr-great!”

“We’ll have one piece of that, then!”

“I’ll be back in a jiff with that!” he smiles.

As he walks away, the vib turns back on, set on the second setting.

“Noo! No more, please!” Y/N begs as quietly as she can, “I can’t!”

“Yes you can, and you will,” Natasha snaps, “Just one more, luvie. One more, and Mommy will give you a nice reward,”

“But-” she starts hysterically.

“Don’t you fucking dare argue with me, or I’ll make it three more times and no reward,”

“I’m s-sorry, Mommy, it just h-hurts!” y/n babbles, trying her best to keep her voice down.

“I know my little baby must be so sensitive, but you gotta keep being good for me, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?” Nat asks gently.

“I can try,” she whimpers.

“Good girl! I bet you’ve soaked through your dress all the way onto the chair!”

Natasha turns the setting up one more from her phone, causing y/n to grip the chair even harder. Her knuckles are white and her eyes are clamped shut.

“Here’s your cake!” the waiter voices behind her.

Y/N groans internally, knowing she wouldn’t be able to contain herself with this much overstimulation and this close to an orgasm. She tries to keep from falling over the edge with a stranger standing right there, just trying to get through his shift, but she can’t help it. Y/N lets out a strangled sound as she plummets over the edge.

“I really think I should call a doctor, ma’am! You-” the waiter starts.

“I think I just squirted, Mommy,” y/n whimpers, forgetting the stranger standing there in her post-orgasmic haze.

“Aww krolik! I’m sure you did, angle! You’re such a good girl,” Natasha praises, ignoring the waiter, “Why don’t you go wait in the bathroom and Mommy will meet you there,”

Y/n stands on wobbly legs and stumbles towards the bathroom. Natasah pats her ass as she trips by.

“We’ll need that to-go,” Natasha smirks at the waiter, setting a 100 dollar bill down on the table. His face is confused as he realizes what just happened- and what’s been happening all evening for that matter.

“Yes ma’am,” he responds.

“Keep the change,” Natasha chuckles, grabbing her purse before standing up to join Y/N in the bathroom.

“Hi, detka (baby),” Natasha giggles as she enters the bathroom and pushes y/n into one of the stalls, “Are you having fun?”

“Mommy, that was so mean!”

“But fun! Now, let’s see how wet that pretty pussy of yours is,”

Natasha sets her up on the infant changing table and pushes her dress up.

“Fuck, baby! You're dripping everywhere! Your thighs are covered!”

“I can’t help it, Mommy! It was so much!”

“I know, sweetie. Fuck I bet you taste so sweet,”

Natasha slowly pulls out the toy, savoring how her bunny’s hole clenches around nothing.

“Mommy please,” she whimpers.

“Please what?”

“Pleaseee it hurts, Mommy!”

“Okay, okay, greedy baby! Your pretty pussy just can’t get enough, can she?” Natasha asks condescendingly.

Natasha unzips her jeans and pulls out the strap resting inside. Y/N lets out a little squeak at the sight, but thrusts her hips toward needily anyways.

“Be patient, malyska, I’m getting there,” Natasha chuckles.

“Please please please please please, need you so bad please please, Mommy!” she babbles.

“Shhh baby, you don’t want the whole restaurant hearing you! Or do you?”

YN shakes her head back in forth, her eyes wide.

“Good girl,”

Natsha lines the strap up with Y/N’s sopping hole and slowly thrusts in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, bunny,” Natasha groans.

Y/N grips Natsha’s shoulder as she thrusts the strap in and out of her.

She lets up little whimpers, trying to hold herself back through the stretch and stimulation.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she whispers as Natsha starts rubbing circles on her clit.

“You gonna cum again, tyvka(pumpkin)?”

Y/N nods hysterically, throwing her head back against the wall. Natasha laces her fingers in her hair to brace herself and she speeds up her hips.

“Here that? Hear how wet and slutty you sound?” Natasha mutters in her ear.

Y/N whimpers and nods again.

“Just for you Mommy! All yours!”

“Yes, you are,” Natasha chuckles.

The world spins around Y/n and fire engulfs her as her next orgasm builds. Then it all halts to a stop when the door swings open and closed.

“You didn’t lock it?” she whispers.

“Shh, bunny,” Natasha whispers back, “They’ll hear,”

A pair of heels clicks on the tile and Y/N puts a hand over her mouth to try and minimize the sound of her heavy breathing and whimpering. Natasha acts unfazed and continues deeply thrusting into her, nudging her sweet spot.

Y/N peaks through the cracks in the stall and sees a woman touching up her lipstick at the sink. She can hear her music blasting from the woman’s earbuds from where she was,s o surely the woman couldn’t hear them, right?

Y/N digs her nails into Natasha’s shoulders and whimpers. Natsha gives her a warning look to remind her to stay quiet. As soon as the woman leaves, y/n lets her sounds bubble over. Desperate moans and whimpers fill the room.

“C-can I cum, m-mommy?” Y/n struggles to form words with Natasha so close and all the stimulation.

“Yes, babygirl,”

Y/N can’t help but be loud as she squirts all over Nat’s strap. Her toes curl and her back arches, causing the strap to shift to an even more stimulating angle.

“Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy!” y/n almost chants.

“Good girl,” natasha praises, “You look so pretty when you squirt all over Mommy’s strap! You’re so perfect, button,”

“I love you, Mommy,” y/n mumbles, her eyes closed as she soaked in the post-orgasum bliss.

“I love you too, sweet girl,”

The bathroom is silent from anything but Natasha’s soft humming as she cleans y/n up and gently slips back on her pantines before picking her up like a baby.

“Let’s get you home, princess,” Natasha whispers.

Y/N hums contently as Natasha carries her out of the restaurant, blissfully unaware of how odd it must seem to everyone else.

“You’re such a good girl, baby,” Natasha mutters as she sets Y/N down int he back seat, covering her with her jacket, “We’re gonna snuggle for the rest of the night once we get home! Does that sound good, detka (baby)?”

Y/N simply lets out another hum as Natasha drives them home. She barely realizes she’s being carried inside the house until she tucked under the covers. She curls into Natsha’s side and smiles gently.

“I wonder how many people knew,” she mumbles before drifting into a peaceful sleep.

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missmitchieg · 8 months ago

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i don’t go here but what happened to penelope garcia’s hair ? isn’t it like shoulder length ? did she cut it ? !

/lh , tell me about penelope garcia please ?

Yay! I love talking about babygirl! Ok, so it looks like she did indeed cut her luscious locks so rip to her long princess curls. They will be missed until they grow back. 💖

Ok, so season 1-15 Penelope was MY GIRL, ok? She was MY GIRL.

She's, like, a super genius super cutie and she's super sweet and kind and loves animals. (Seriously, one of the reasons she started working for the FBI is she was a computer hacker and hacked into the website of a cosmetic company that tests on animals and her options when she got caught were literally work for the FBI or her ass is getting thrown in prison. She chose the FBI. We love a queen that fights for animal wellfare. The other reason was she wanted to get away from her garbage, and I do mean GARBAGE, boyfriend and have a better life.)

I'm pretty sure she has ADHD. Maybe autism. IDK, but she's definitely some kinda neurospicy.

She's a walking sparkly neon rainbow. You know the way Flynn's bedroom is described in the one jatp book? Season 1-15 Penelope is that and I love it.

She went ginger once and it was a whole vibe.

Wow, I love her.

She was super nice to her ex boss all the way from s1 to his departure in early s12, and I'm 99% sure was the only one that actually called him bossman or sir bc everyone else just called him Aaron or by his nickname, Hotch. She was really good at making him smile, which actually wasn't that hard but people exaggerate the rarity of a Hotch smile for some reason.

After that, she was still really nice to the replacement he handpicked, Emily Prentiss, who she already adored after working with her since s2.

Hotch was literally physically incapable of saying no to this woman and she fully knew and took advantage of that shit, ok? Seriously, one time, Penelope made a joke like "who could say no to me?" and Hotch just smirked a little bit because he knew he couldn't say anything. Penelope does an incredible imitation of the pleading emoji. Or the Puss In Boots face. Whatever you wanna call this:

"Boss, I want you to hire Tara. 🥺" "Ok. Tell everyone else the position has been filled." "Boss, I don't wanna eat dinner alone. Do you want a veggie omelette? 🥺" "Ok. Do you have jalapeños?"

The hilarious thing is she doesn't even have to make that face. She does it to mess with him.

And then there's her, uh...... interesting little flirtationship with Derek Morgan. Or as Penelope calls him, chocolate thunder. He loves that name and encourages it. He calls her babygirl. They also have about a million other adorable pet names for each other.

*gestures at these gifs* They love each other so much, it's kind of gross. I've said before that before I actually started watching and only had the massive comp of him calling her that, I genuinely really thought Morcia was canon. Like, oh, my GOD, dude. These two are disgustingly obsessed with each other. The shit they say on work calls. He calls her sexy and brilliant Goddess and told her it drives him crazy when "she talks that voulez coucher stuff to him". Like, hello? Honestly, I'm amazed Derek only had to sit through one HR lecture about creating a hostile work environment. Or at least, we only saw one.

Then there's her very sweet friendship with baby genius, boy wonder, good doctor, Agent Doctor Spencer Reid.

MY BABIES. I LOVE THEM. I want them back. Gimme back my Penny², damnit.

And her very sweet friendship with Matt Simmons! Oh, my god. I love them. 🥰🥰🥰

They're cute and I wish at least Penelope mentioned Matt in season 16 more.

Penelope and Luke! Oh, my God. Penelope and Luke.

They are in love and both think it's unrequited and it's exhausting but at least s12-15 were FUN. Mostly.

Season 16 Penelope, though....

Season 16 Penelope got abducted by aliens. Or lobotomized. Hard to tell.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #penelope garcia #i'd go more in depth but this got long oops #i just love her

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puffyducks · 3 months ago

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DCRC Week #10

Today we'll be reading PKNA #7: Invasion!, and listen LISTEN- I KNOW this is a very Angus Fangus-heavy chapter but take my hand and breathe ok. We'll be brave and we'll get through this together.

Ok New Zealand time!!!!

guys I got his passport let's doxx him

Wow this guy looks neat do you think he's the bad guy. I think he might be the bad guy but I can't quite put my finger on what gives it away... also he has the mask that Fangus wanted oop

Uno is being too cheeky these days I think I need to punt him into the sun

Ohh Donald honey... babygirl......

wait are they gonna kiss EWW

I really like the idea of having a dramatic shot shown through the fish tank in the office like I'm curious who had the idea for a fish POV for this one

NNOOOOOOO HE'S A COLONIZER

Ok so like FUCK Nebula for trying to take advantage of a group of indigenous people right. BUT ALSO.... she kinda slays here

Angus Fangus sucks so bad that he was forced out of the entirety of New Zealand and it's totally not for any other plot relevant reasons

I'm starting to think having beef with PK just runs in the Fangus bloodline.

I mean WOAH who is this strange woman I have never seen before and is totally not related to Angus huh what huh

This might actually be the worst villain we've seen so far I need this motherfucker DEAD

I LOVE HER BTW FUCKINF GO GO GO!!! SHOOT THOSE GOT DAMN ALIENS DEAD

For a second my eyes didn't go toward the parachute Fangus was holding so I thought Donald was just gonna leave Fangus to explode to death on the zeppelin and I was like ?!?!?! THAT'S A BIT MUCH DON'T YOU THINK??? I MEAN I DON'T LIKE HIM BUT- no it's fine he'll be fine. jump coward

Ngl this got a chuckle out of me, RIP bozos packwatch

Also listen Angus Fangus sucks BUT he was kind of an MVP this comic I can give it to him. He's doing a good thing trying to protect the Maori land and I'm glad he got to see his mom (mostly for her sake though because she's a badass and I love her and she deserves to see her son even though he's the worst)

I actually enjoyed rereading this comic more than I thought I would. It wasn't one that stood out to me much before, but the pacing is nice and consistent and I found the story pretty compelling. The conflict was a little more grounded in reality than usual (I say a little, there were still the Evronians and all that) but the threat of Cook trying to displace an entire group of native people felt very real, and I liked that kind of tension. Cook is the worst and he needs to die forever. I can't comment at all on the representation of the Maori people here, I'm not Maori (nor am I even from New Zealand) so I know next to nothing here, but just as a complete outsider I didn't see any HUGE red flags in how they were presented here so hey, that's a win!! The same can't be said for some future issues but uhhh we'll get there 💀 It's also nice to see some other kiwis and realize that hey, they're not all that ugly!! It's JUST Fangus that looks Like That <3

We'll be back next week with "Silicon" and I'mma be so fr I barely remember that one at all. Like I have next to no idea what the plot was actually about so it'll basically be like reading it again for the first time, BYEEEE!!

#dcrc #dcrc week 10 #paperinik

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girljpg · 1 year ago

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i warched good omens season 2

i have a lot to say that doesn't really amount to anything so i'm gonna start typing at random

i liked the romantic vibe of the season and all the cute flashbacks. the dialogue between the leads was appropriately trusting and sweet. they really leaned into showing how they rely on each other. i also like that the conflict was pretty small in scale compared to season 1. it's not armageddon, but there were still some stakes if you include all the humans that almost died. although.... heaven and hell seem to know exactly where crowley and aziraphale are... yes, they fooled them at the end of s1, but wouldn't they idk. try other means? why didn't they get their names erased from the book of life earlier if that was something higher up angels could do? whatever

i like that there were real actual gay characters (lesbians even! who looked like real people!) even though I was worried they were getting together too fast, the reveal towards the end that they were going to move slow felt realistic. but them having to talk crowley into confessing his feelings felt ripped straight from a fanfiction. the lesbians comparing themselves to aziraphale and crowley was a bit on the nose. many moments did in fact feel like fanfiction. the dancing together, the "I need you!", the "We can just be us." all of that was cute and probably something i would've written idk could you do any better??? i am not immune to fluff. but also, that's a grown man. does it not take agency away from the character to have his relationship explained to him? and then they had the gall to not even show us this conversation. ideally he would've come to a conclusion about his feelings on his own-- perhaps after seeing gabe and beez fuck off to alpha centauri and going huh. i guess you can just do that. or even just through way of flashback-- oh no wait. all of the flashbacks were from aziraphale's point of view for some reason. why didn't azi get any realizations? you know michael sheen would've ate

the "i was wrong dance" well here's the thing i did clap

I thought the set of the street in london with all the little shops looked nice although there were always so so many extras walking around. is london really that crowded?

i thought they kind of wasted muriel's character. she seems to disappear for a long time before the plot calls for her to conveniently be there. i know she's meant to be a bit dim but surely she noticed 70 demons walking down the street.... ALSO i thought the book crowley handed her was going to be good omens but it. was not

looooved shax loved new beelzebub. who else. idk everyone was really giving it their all. megatron showed up for all of two episodes i think but was pivotal for the ending. what are you doing neil. gabriel is also doing. things. they wasted jon hamm as well by making him a frustrating himbo. one of the only scenes i liked with him was crowley yelling at him for trying to kill aziraphale in s1 and then trying to jump out a window and then calling crowley nice. but that whole bit felt more like a crowley scene than a gabe scene. he does get a mug with his name on it tho and hypocritically falls in love with the fly lady so all is forgiven.

i'm gonna be real with you all.. the way they filmed the kiss felt awkward. the way the camera swings around and crowley grabs him felt very....... rehearsed? a little unnatural, i think. the way crowley LUNGES. idk i need to rewatch the last ten minutes again. and it went on so long. we got like three of four angles on it like whoah. but the reaction face we got out of michael sheen. mamma mia

"I forgive you." asdejgkasdgahdgdfs when i say i paused the ep for extended laughter lmfaoooooo. clutching a wine bottle to my chest and cheering. this fucken guy. babygirl is distraught for all of about ten seconds before it's time to start the new job. i did start yelling at my screen after that point. he had no right to look crowley dead in the eye across the street and not run back to him. COWARRD. i understand why he did it but COWARD. why, after sooo long, would you think crowley would jump for joy to be an angel again... i watched all eight minutes of the credits certain that there was going to be more but nope. catch ya next time for the second coming (of jesus?? <- does not know things about the bible)

so i was pretty satisfied with that watch. i wish the season was longer than 6 episodes but tbh they had to make this story from nothing and it shows in the romcom hijinks and threadbare mystery. but it was fun and went by quickly. then i check on the fandom and they're, get this, upset for some reason about this ending. there's no pleasing some fans i guess. good job neil you've pissed off the people who wanted them to kiss AND the people who didn't want them to kiss, bravo! hopefully in a month or so everyone will cool down about it. and if not well. plenty of fanfic fodder until season 3. not that i read good omens fanfic, but it'll be there. just be happy there was a kiss alright!!!!!!?!!!1

(i just know we're going to get a flood of people calling aziraphale a big meanie and crowley a poor little scrimbly blimbo meow meow who got rejected. booooo stop that right now)

#go2 spoilers #go2 #feel free to come into my inbox if you felt the same or hate my guts forever it's up to you

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