#AIT NO FUCKING WAY

[shrewmingledotcom]

TOPHAMHAT-KYO AND TEDDY LOID PRODUCED THE RAMUSABU DUET ????

#HOLY FUCKING SHIT #THE FUCKING TOPHAMHAT-KYO #AND TEDDY FUCKING LOID #HOLY SHIT #OH MY GOD #OH MY FUCKING GOD #AIN'T NO WAYY BRUHH #AIT NO FUCKING WAY #OH GOD #oh god #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #HYPMIC #HYPNOSIS MIC #hypmic #hypnosis mic

[goldenguillotines]

oh god

#^J #like Masayo adores his family. but thats way too far. #and i could imagine Masayo is very conflicted on his friends and family situation because of it #me aitting here on call with claire aaying #... #masayo would know that ketana killed nakaou.. #fuck he was probably still around when that happened #LIKE.. #that would explain why he just wants him to be happy and is VERY overprotective #he definitely saw some tension between him and his brother and thought nothing of it. probably like #oh theyre younglings. theyre new to it so thays why #and then whattya know.. his own connection with Nakaou is gone suddenly #i think.. maybe Nakaou is missing bits and pieces of his past because *repression* tm #but what he does remember is funny. #tho.. Ketana clearly remembers it all #everything #the good bad and the ugly #and im like BOh fucking god" every five seconds

[toasted-pumpkin-marshmallows]

I just think everyone in the u.s. (and world) should all just sell their stocks. Rn. Today. The stock market is a made up line and all you owning stock does is help shitty corporations like Wal-Mart and Amazon

#rhys speaks #im feeling a kind of way #'i have this much money in stocks' #no the fuck you sont #that price point changes through out the day even sometimes #and you sont have ANY of the value of it because youre just going ro keep fucking aitting aitting aitting on it #all your doing is expanding that companies profit margin because you paid them to pretend you own aome fucking like #piece of their company

[renren-006]

"I know" | Daryl Dixon x Fem reader

word count: 739

a/n: A short little Daryl story! I know you all love my Daryl fics, and I can see how much support they are getting, so I would love to write your ideas if you have any!!

“I want to go with you” you told him, the gravel crunched underneath your feet as you toyed with the ground. He looked up at you from where he was fixing his bike.

“Nah” he said, tuning back to the parts he was trying to fix.

“Daryl”you said,

“No. ait putting ya in danger” he said standing up now and staring at you. 

“D…” you tried.

“Y/N, I'm not arguing with you on this,” Daryl said sternly. You looked at him, not breaking eye contact before you turned back towards the prison. “Y/N,” he called after you. You ignored him.

The rest of the day, you didn’t speak or look his way, keeping to Carol's side. You loved the man, and he still treated you like a child. You were not some young girl anymore; you were twenty now, older, and you knew what you wanted. You also knew you could take care of yourself, especially when running. That next day, Daryl was the one to ignore you, mainly because Carol fussed at him for shutting you down and for being an idiot.

“You can’t be that stupid, Daryl,” she told him as they sat outside smoking cigarettes. Daryl shook his head, his elbows on his knees as he bent over.

“I want to protect her,” he told Carol, “but she’s a kid, and she’s…hardheaded.” 

“Like someone else I know,” Carol said, Daryl shook his head. “you should just tell her why you shut her out”

“I will”

“You don’t tell her tomorrow, I'm not giving you dinner,” she said, putting out her cig and walking back inside before Daryl could protest.

Daryl did everything but tell you the reasons behind his actions. That day, you stomped around the prison, finding task after task to fill your mind and time. You wanted to talk to him, but the look on his face when he looked at you scared you. 

The more you worked, the more Daryl wanted to pull you away to talk. It was almost sunset when Daryl finally stormed over to you outside. You were holding gear to repair the fence after one of the kids got scratched on it when he had come over to you. He snatched the wire cutters and pliers from your hands and threw them on the ground. You were in shock, standing there with a gaping mouth and open hands. Next, he undid your belt in such a swift motion you felt you were going to lose your mind. The gear belt fell to the ground when he finally clutched those open hands and dragged you far into the field.

“what the fuck?” you asked when he let go. He walked forward keeping his back to you. “Daryl what the absolute fuck?”

“i don’t want ya getting hurt” he said,

“what? Is this about the other day”

“yea” he said, finally turning towards you. “I don't want ya on supply runs” 

“I'm not some kid anymore Daryl, I can make my own decisions. I can…I can decide for myself,” you yelled back at him. You were angry, and rightfully so, he wasn't just telling you to stop working but to stop seeking to go on supply runs.

“I know,” he said, stepping forward. “I know, i just ain't used to…”

“Used to what?” you asked, wanting to know how his mind was working. 

“You're being so forward with me,”  he said. “I ain’t used to it and it drives me crazy”

“I'm sorry…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable “ you said thinking the man wanted you to stop trying to be with him or get him to realize that the mechanic biker drove your feelings crazy.

“Nah. It makes me want to do things to you, even though I know I can’t,” he said. You froze. He wanted things with you? He tried to do things to you? Your heartbeat was going wild. 

“What can’t you do?” you asked. Heat was laced in your voice, and he knew it. He could tell you wanted him to do things to you. 

“Everything, " he told you. You closed the space between you, pulling Daryl's lips down towards you. He melted into the kiss, forgetting about the world beyond.

“You can do everything with me,” you said once you broke apart, “you just haven’t let yourself believe that”

“I know,” he said again before kissing your lips and tasting you again.

#daryl dixon #fanfic #the walking dead imagine #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl twd #the walking dead daryl

[plumpkinsx]

yeonjun eating you out …

dom!yeonjun x f!reader

warnings: degrading words (slut, cumslut) , spanking , and more

smut under cut!!!!!

today was supposed to be a normal day, a date with yeonjun so romantic and sweet untill you decided to twist yeonjuns buttons during the dinner. “jjunieee” you said with drag in your words to get your boyfriends attention “yes baby?” he looks at you aitting in the drivers seat , you grab his hand that was resting on your plush thigh and move it closer to your inner thighs for him to palm your damp panties “i want you…” you whisper with a giggle when you see him shaking his head and gripping the steering wheel “baby.. we already have plans to eat cant you wait?” he says while gripping your thigh tightly making you let out a soft moan “pleaseee jjuniee. i need you now..” you grind against his hand and look out the window, yeonjun was busy trying to quickly find a deserted parking lot to fuck you into submisson in. “get in my lap.” he says leaning a bit in his car seat and patting his lap while you obliged and take your seat, he pulled you panties down and gathered a bit of your slick on his fingers before pushing them all the way in “is this what you wanted? wanted jjunie to treat you like the slut you are?” he groaned as you clench at his words “please need more ..” you start moving on your own earning a smack to your ass and a halt in his finger movements “what makes you think you deserve it? ‘m not making you my cumslut since you acted out and are making us miss reservations.” he grabs your ass and slaps it again earning a moan from you “sit back in your seat. ill deal with you when we get home.”

A/N: this is my first writing so i hope you guys like it 😭

#txt smut #choi yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun #zi’s writings ! #hard hours #txt yeonjun #yeonjun smut

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Closer pt.2: cbf!soap x f!reader

Warnings: smut mdni (18+), mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, nudity, awkwardness, body image issues, reassurance, slight hand job

Long part but real stuff will happen in this next part due to length

Ever since that night it was hard for Johnny to keep his hands off you, more so than usual.

He tried not to make it obvious when he pulled you into him and held you by the waist. Truth be told it wasn't any different than all the other times he held you, but to him it was so much more. Ever since he felt you flutter around his fingers and heard how you sounded, how he made you sound, he was addicted to feeling you.

Johnny wouldn't admit that he had thought about having sex with you a lot more than a best friend should. There were countless nights at basic training and AIT where he'd touch himself after ending a call with you just thinking about what it'd be like to have you with him.

He thought it was a little embarrassing how he wanted it to only be you, that he wasn't sure there was anyone else out there he trusted right now to take his virginity but you, so when he found out you felt the same he felt immense relief.

And that's what gave him enough courage to start.

Neither of you went any further than touching each other. You both barely kissed each other while it happened, Johnny too afraid it might be a step too far and he assumed you felt the same when you avoided his lips.

He didn't have a problem with what you were doing together, he'd be content if he left and all that happened was him fingering you especially because he was a little nervous about having actual sex with you, but that didn't mean it wasn't on his mind often.

Johnny could only imagine how good you'd feel around his cock...

"You make me worried when you get this quiet." You teased him, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he sent you a look from your bed.

You were at your desk doing homework while he talked your ear off from your bed, a regular routine since he had come back.

"I'm not gonna do anything." He huffed and couldn't help but smirk when he saw you smile. "Unless you want me to tell your neighbors to fuck off."

"Please don't, I still have to live here until I graduate."

"Fine."

He sighed dramatically and flopped back on your bed, his eyes on the ceiling. He went quiet again, feeling his stomach tie up in knots at the thought of asking you if you wanted to take it further.

Would you want to go further with him? Fingering was one thing but actual sex?...he wasn't exactly the most attractive man and he may have gotten more muscle but he didn't think he was all that impressive compared to a lot of the other men's dicks he'd seen in porn.

Though he knew that wasn't real he just couldn't but feel like maybe he wouldn't be up to standard, which was mainly the reason he stopped you every time you tried to touch him.

"What're you thinking about?" You wondered innocently and he swallowed hard.

It was you. He could tell you anything and he knew you wouldn't judge him but this was getting into uncharted territory.

"Do you...want to take things further?" He couldn't look at you as you both fell silent.

He could feel his heart in his throat before you spoke.

"Like now?" You asked and he sat up, finally looking at you with pink dusted cheeks.

"It doesn't have to be now." He shrugged and pulled at his mohawk. "Just...whenever I guess."

You had a flustered look on your face as well while you struggled to look at him. You went quiet again and made the face you always do when you were in deep thought, the face he loved but almost dreaded right now as he waited for your answer.

"We can." You told him and his eyes widened. "Like you said, I trust you and...at this point I can't see myself doing it with anyone else."

Johnny tried not to let that get to his head, or his heart, but he felt some sort of pride and relief knowing that you felt that way about him.

"Awesome...I mean great-" He fumbled and cringed, but you gave him a sympathetic look. "Yeah."

"I'm going to take a shower." You told him and he nodded, his entire body on fire.

When you were gone he tried everything to get rid of the nervousness he felt. He wouldn't say he was anxious guy, in fact he was overly confident in literally everything he did yet when it came to this, when it came to you, he was a mess.

How was he supposed to do this? He wasn't sure if he could live with himself if things didn't work or if he made it bad.

He paced around your dorm, stuck in his own thoughts before he glanced at your bunny. He propped it up on your bed without further thought and stood in front of it with his hands on his hips.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?" He huffed as it's beady eyes stared back at him. "I should know what to do but I'm lost. She might not even like what she sees, she might think this is a bad idea."

Johnny was in the SAS, he had practiced disarming bombs and sniped professionally yet this was the most nervous he had been since his last exam. He almost felt pathetic, especially as he aired out his anxieties to your stuffie.

He stared at it, noticing how it's fur was more worn and how it had discolored from the years of use. It was your prized possession, something that gave you comfort when you needed it and he wished it helped him the same.

"You don't even have to worry about anything." He sighed as he picked it up gently. "Wish I was you right now."

He ran he thumb across the bunny's face, a soft smile pulling at his lips. To think that a stuffie was the reason why he was here in the first place, the whole reason why you two became best friends. He had never lived his life without you in it and despite all of the other embarrassing stuff that had happened you were still here.

"What're you doing?" You stepped in and gave him a curious look.

His smile only grew wider.

"Remember when I got this back from Holly?" He asked, knowing you did but wanting to reminisce with you.

"How could I forget you calling her a 'daft cow' at the age of five." You laughed as you tossed your towel in your closet and he chuckled.

"Yeah, that was kinda mean."

"It was deserved I think."

"Worth the phone call to mam."

Johnny set your bunny back where you had him, the fondness taking over some of the nervousness as he watched you hop onto your bed. He joined you immediately, sitting close enough that he could smell your body wash.

You snuggled up close to him, melting into his side like you always did and he naturally wrapped his arm around you.

Neither of you said anything, both of you too focused on taking in each other's presence rather than anything else.

"Are you nervous?" You asked softly and he sighed deeply.

"Yeah, you?" He asked just as softly and you nodded.

You surprised him when you straddled his lap, his hand holding onto your hips firmly while you struggled to look at him. You placed your hands on his chest and he stared at you, holding you close to him while you chewed your bottom lip

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows knitted together. "We don't have to-"

"I know, I'm just worried about..." You trailed off before you gestured at yourself, at your chest and stomach.

Johnny shouldn't have been surprised knowing that you felt insecure about yourself just like him but for some reason it made him forget all about his own. How could you be insecure when you looked the way you did? Hell, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, there was no reason for that and he'd gladly change your mind.

"I can take my shirt off first." He offered with a smile but you still looked nervous.

"It's different." You argued but he shrugged.

"Better if I'm half naked too."

Johnny tossed his shirt on the floor and gave you a grin, suppressing a shiver when you place your hands on his bare chest. It wasn't the first time you'd touched his chest but everything felt heightened right now.

You scoffed as you squeezed his pec and his ears burned.

"What?"

"Even your chest is bigger. What were they feeding you?"

He barked out a laugh and you giggled, your shoulders loosening up while you ran you ran hands across his chest.

"Nothing good, but a man's gotta eat." He said and you hummed, your smile faltering. He frown as he rubbed circles into your hips and waited until you looked him in the eyes. "I could close ma eyes. Would that help?"

You hesitated but nodded, looking a little guilty as you did so, but he just smiled and shut his eyes. There was moment before you took off your shirt and he clenched his jaw, imagining what you looked like right in front of him, on his lap.

You let out a shaky breath, you hands shaking as well when they returned to his chest. He gave you a comforting squeeze and you told him to open his eyes.

When he did, he felt himself began to grow hard and stopped you from moving anymore on his lap to save himself. He had thought about what you may have looked like bare in front of him but his thoughts had nothing on the real thing.

You looked beautiful. He's not sure what made you think he wouldn't like what he was seeing because the long he stared the harder he got and the more he had stop himself moving his hand to touch you, especially as your nipples hardened.

Johnny licked his lips.

"Can I touch you?" He wondered, as if he hadn't touched you many times before.

When you nodded he ran his hands up your waist, cupping your breasts and massaging his palm into them. You sighed and leaned into his touch, pressing yourself against his lap.

He groaned and began to kiss your breasts. He reveled in the way you whimpered, in the way your soft skin felt against his lips and tongue and grinned when you shuddered underneath his touch. He took a nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue across it, playing with the other between his fingers while you squirmed.

Every time you moved it only made him harder and it was hard to keep his head straight. You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, which practically short circuited him.

"Johnny!" You squealed when he lightly nipped your breast.

"Sorry, couldn't help it." He grinned and you whined when he ran his tongue over the spot to soothe it.

He pulled away but held you close to him, his forehead resting against yours. He stared deep into your eyes, clenching his jaw when you purposefully began to grind against his hard cock.

It felt good but some of the nervousness came back.

"You know, I'm fine with staying like this." He admitted but you didn't look convinced.

"Really?" You breathed out and he nodded.

"Yeah...you're beautiful."

He didn't miss the way you became flustered and god it made his heart flutter when you smiled before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He opened his mouth to say something when you pressed your lips against his. He was stunned by the kiss but didn't pull away this time and instead melted into it. He hummed as you kissed him tenderly, your lips soft against his own while you stole the breath away from him.

Soon he was passionately making out with you, his head going dizzy as you held onto his face while he lightly pinched your nipple. You moaned into his mouth and he stuck his tongue in, tasting you like he had dreamt about.

Johnny was so caught up in you, being consumed by you and consuming you as well that he missed the way your hands had gone to his sweatpants. It wasn't until he felt you tug at the hem of them that he pulled away.

He couldn't look at you, shame bubbling up inside him while he caught his breath. His face had to be red.

“I can close my eyes.” You offered sincerely and he clenched his jaw.

“Nah, I can’t do with the suspense.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Just, don’t get your hopes up?”

“Johnny, don’t say that.”

He grunted but grabbed the hem of his sweatpants. Despite his racing heart, he pulled them down and let his cock spring out, unable to look at you as the cold air made him twitch.

You were silent for a moment and he was sure his entire body was red.

“Johnny, Jesus fuck, how is that supposed to fit?” You squeaked out and his attention snapped towards you with confusion.

“It’s not that big-“

“Yeah it is. Believe me compared to the dick pics I’ve gotten this is…you’re huge.”

He wasn’t sure if he believed you but the way you stared at him made some of the nervousness disappear.

You were telling the truth. He was just a bit over average length but he was thick, and yet somehow he didn’t realize that.

“Can I touch you?” You wondered and he shifted.

“Uh, yeah.” He swallowed hard.

You hesitated for a moment before you attempted to wrap your hand around him. Your fingers couldn’t even connect and the feeling of your warm skin against his throbbing cock made him get even harder.

His breathing got heavier as you held his heavy cock and watched a bead of precum form at the tip.

You gave him a tentative squeeze, not hard, and a moan got stuck in his throat. He guided you on how to move your hand snd soon he was squirming underneath you.

He was impossibly hard and he could feel the tingling pleasure race through him with every passing movement. Your hand felt so good, better than he imagined. He was so close and it was only your hand.

“Holy fuck.” He cursed breathlessly. “I’m gonna come-you need to stop.”

You didn’t stop however, a gleam in your eye as you listened to him moan and watched as precum dribbled down his shaft and over your fingers.

He groaned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a heat kiss that you gladly returned. He held onto tightly as he rolled on top of you.

Before long it was just you and him completely naked on the bed together.

tags are closed! Sorry no more tagging

A/n: boom. I know I said I’d wait until tomorrow but I’ve got other stuff planned so here’s this enjoy

Tags: @elysian0612 @cassiecasluciluce @pepsicolacoochie @hayleybarnesx @tiredmetalenthusiast @misshoneypaper @sodavrr @ghostslittlegf @glitterypirateduck @comeonatmebruh @mandalover2023 @blush-haze @xxshadowbabexx @infpt-zylith @sadsackssss @fandomsfanficsfantasize @blush-haze @writingmysanity

#cbf!soap #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x you #soap x reader #soap x you #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #call of duty

[munsonsprincess11111]

What now.

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your Jim hoppers daughter and Eddie gets arrested by him. So you go down to the station to see him when hopper tells u. Keeping Eddie company while you wait for Wayne to bail him out.

You wake up Saturday morning going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Your dad comes walking out already dressed for work. "How was work-" You go to ask but get sut off by him taking your piece of toast and speaking.

"Munson boy was arrested by me at 10pm last night for speeding n having alcohol on him would've let him go if I didn't have Powell with me. He's at the station still you coming down or what." HE says eating while buttoning his chief shirt.

You stand there staring at your dad in shock. "Um yeah lemme get dressed." You say dropping the butter knife running to your bedroom. You hated when this happend. The thought of Eddie being sat cold n on his own.

You put on a pair of Eddie's grey sweats he left at yours once and a baggy tee then grabby a change of clothes for Eddie. For some reason the bot would give you his clothes cause he "loves you and wants you to have something so you feel safe when he's not around."

You get into the passenger side of your dad's vehicle and off he drives to the station. When you arrive Powells stood in the main bit and sees you. "NO. Nope. She can't be here." HE says trying to get hopper to make you leave.

"1) she's my kid. 2) I'm chief of police not you. 3) I Dont seem to give a fuck. 4) wheres the boy?" HE says looking Powell in the eyes. He then signals to the cells. Hop grabs the keys and leads you there. You arrive at a cell and see Eddie asleep in jeans and his keatger jacket on the uncomfortable bed. Hopper bangs his walkie against the bar which Eddie started awake to

"Rinse and shine dickhead you've got a visitor." Hop says smirking at Eddie when he falls off the bed.

"Thought people didn't get visitors when they were here. Unless it's Wayne here to kill me. If it is tell him I'm already dead?" Eddie says tryna sound cock not realising your stood behind your dad. You roll your eyes even though neither of the boys can see.

"OK fine common visitor let's get you in your way." Hop says walking off hand on your back. Then Eddie sees you.

"Fuck. Y/n hey babe. How are you?" HE says knowing your probably pissed.

"The fuck was you thinking speeding with beer in the van. N then getting cock to my fucking dad. Eddie you absolutely prick." You say looks frustrated. Eddie hold the bars putting his face in-between two and his arms through two other gaps. Putting his hands on your face.

"I wasn't drunk I did a beer run. N I didn't mean to speed. And I was bored." Eddie says running his thumb up the side of your face.

"As amusing as this is Eddie get off the bars n ill let her in." Hopper says approaching the lock. Eddie playfully throws himself to the back wall crossing his arms smirking. You enter and hopper locks the door behind you. "Don't do anything stupid I'm sat over there." HE said pointing a finger at Eddie before walking off.

Eddie walks over to you putting his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. You hug him back.

"Bought you change of clothes can't imagine Jens are comfy." You say golfing out sweats and a top for him. "Thanks princess." HE says kissing you sweetly. "Is anyone looking?" HE askes.

You giggle looking over your shoulder. "NO Eddie be quick." You say

The boy quickly drops his jeans kicking them behind him pulling the sweats up his legs. He notices you starring but doesn't say anything. He will tease you later. The he strips of his jackets and tee shirt. Sniffing the tee smirking and throwing it st your face. He laughs putting the fresh top as you throw the dirty one back at him.

"You stink." You say Pulling a face of disgust.

"I know you do but what do I?" HE says smugly. "Come sit on the floor." Eddie says dropping on the floor. You roll your eyes and ait next to him. His arm going around your shoulders and your head on his shoulder. "Thank you." HE mumbles kissing your head.

"For what?" You ask looking him in the eyes.

"Bringing me clean clothes. Sitting in here with me. Just everything. I love you." HE says kissing you softly. "I love you too." You mumble kissing him back.

Wayne soon arrives paying Eddie bail eith Eddie's stash of cash for moments like these.

"Alright munson your outta here." Hopper says unlocking the cell.

"Sweet." HE says standing up grabbing your hand snd pulling you up. You both walk out the cell holding hands. And Eddie holding his other clothes in his other hand. "Munson. Stop speeding when you onow you've got stuff your not allowed in the van for Christ's sake and y/n you can stay at Eddie tonight home by lunch time." Hopper says waving you both over to Wayne.

"Really Eddie." Wayne says looking annoyed.

"Whoops?" Eddie says but more like a question.

-one hour later-

"M telling ya if I knew he was out I wouldn't of swear baby." Eddie says walking into his bedroom holding his popcorn trying to defend himself about his situation.

"It's over now just be more careful." You say flopping on Eddie's bed crawling up to thr pillows. Eddie sets his popcorn on the bedside table jumping on you fo you kissing you passionately. The kiss escalates quick and sliding your (his) sweat pants down your legs when

BANG BANG BANG. on his bedroom door.

"DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOU 2 OR HOPPER WILL BE IN HERE ARRESTING YOU FOR WHAT YOUR ABOUT TO DO." Wayne shouts from the over side of the door.

"Kay." Eddie say not moving hearing his uncle foot steps get further away as he continues stripping you. "You still down?" HE askes kissing your neck. You nod and let out a quiet moan and he smirks into your neck.

"Good cause its gonna be a long night" he says grinding himself into your pussy that's covered by nothing as you wore no underwear that day. Eddie slides his trousers down his legs then his boxers leaving them around his thighs just incase. He puts the tip of his cock at your soppy hole.

"Ready?" HE askes as you nod. He slides in slow and you throw your head back. Eddie kisses you to stop you moaning loud. He starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. Your hands in his hair as he kisses you stopping both your moans.

His hands on your hips helping his thrusts so they wasn't to erratic. One of his hands goes under your shirt to your boob and he plays with your nipple between his thick fingers.

His thrusts are slow but deep hitting all the good spots. He slides his hand between your bodies slowing playing with your clit. You stangke a moan as he works his thrusts to playing with your clit making you feel like you was in heaven.

His mouth moves to your neck sucking and biting leaving dark marks. Then kissing the places he sucked and bite lightly. He removes jis hands from you propping himself on his forearms looking into your eyes.

"My pretty girl. Look so pretty like this hun. My cock deep inside you. Fuck I love you." HE says lowly. You clench around him ad your orgasm approaches. Eddie knows your body well enough to know when your gonna cum. "That's it baby let go cum for me." You bite own on his shoulder at his words and cum all over his cock.

Eddie thrusts slightly faster as you tighten from your orgams and cums after you dropping his head to your shoulder.

After coming down he looks you in the eyes and smiles hugging you. "I love you." HE says kissing you on the lips sweetly. "I love you too." You smile back into the kiss

"OH and by the way next time I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name and only remember mine." HE says smirking so you knew you'd be getting it rough.

You slap his back playfully and he laughs. "Fucking freak" You giggle eing the only person who can call him that and him love it.

"Your fucking freak."

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[testingthewatersss]

Blizzard Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Oneshot 2240 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI

You’re supposed to be home by now, but then again, the weather’s hardly been on your side.

His lip is bleeding.

He’s been picking at the chapped skin with his teeth while he waits.

The taste of iron is almost comforting in it’s familiarity. So, he thinks grimly, is the cold.

His body wants to shiver. The hairs on his flesh arm are standing on end, under the SHEILD branded sweatshirt he’s wearing but he knows better than to give in to the reflex.

He knows that once he’s let himself start, he won’t be able to stop. He knows it’s a bad move to make when he’s still physically capable of fighting it.

At least the snow is soft.

It’s soft as it floats down, landing in his hair. Or his lap. Or his boots.

His boots.

He looks down at them and is unsurprised to see that they’re totally buried now. He considers moving them, but decides that might be a mistake as well.

Better to not move at all.

He sees a burst of white air leave his lips, and curses himself for it.

Pull it together, he commands internally, in and out, in and out-

Shallow breathing is better. It’s less painful, it draws less attention.

“Bucky?!”

His head snaps sidewards, panic flaring at the use of his name;

“Jesus christ!” Y/N hisses, running towards him, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“W-waiting” he answers, voice cracking from disuse, “W-aiting for you”

“Waiting for me?!” she repeats, horror mixing with hysteria as she drinks in the sight of him-

The sight of him outside in a blizzard, perched on the wall, covered in snow.

“What the fuck” she gasps, reaching out a gloved hand to brush white from his shoulder, “Bucky, it’s freezing!”

He hadn’t wanted to worry her. He bites at his lip again as guilt settles heavily into his chest.

“How long have you been out here?!” she asks, still disbelieving, “I told you I’d call you when I got home!”

He’s like a statue. If she hadn’t been so aware of her surroundings and the way they usually appear she might have mistaken him for part of the scenery.

“Shit” she says, urgency creeping into her tone, “C’mon, stand up”

He looks up at her, shifting his posture for the first time in hours. His neck is tight. It hurts, but he hides his grimace by locking his jaw.

That also serves to stop his teeth from chattering, so he takes it as a win.

“Sweetheart” Y/N sighs, altering her approach and letting her fingers drift up to his cheek instead, “C-”

“I… I was waitin’ f-for you” he cuts in, trying to justify his position- “I- I needed to see you come home”

She nods, curling her woollen clad fingers stroke his jaw-

“I’m here” she tells him, “I’m home, okay? Come inside with me?”

She’s here, Bucky thinks, she’s home, and now I’m going to go inside with her.

It’s like his mind has been frozen by the blizzard. His thoughts are slow and mechanical.

Still, when Y/N reaches down to take his hand, he curls his fingers around hers, and when she moves back, urging him to stand, he does.

That hurts. Standing after being in one set position for so long.

His legs ache. His back aches. God, he thinks, testing an unsteady step, his whole body aches.

His feet are heavy. He wonders if that’s just because of the snow covering the boots.

The door to her apartment complex swings open, and then they’re making their way up to her suite.

Bucky is silent, clutching her hand and following as she climbs the wooden staircase, trying to match her pace with his.

And then she’s fumbling with her door key. Her gloved hand is clumsy, and she’s only got the one free, because Bucky is still holding the other and she has no intention of being the first to let go.

Frustration causes her to just give in and push at the door with an exasperated huff.

To her surprise, it swings open without any resistance.

That’s not good.

That’s very not good.

She looks inside suspiciously, noticing that her lights are on, when she had very deliberately turned them off when she’d left three days ago-

“Buck-” she goes to say, and then, she sees it.

The keychain hanging from the inside her lock, key still lodged inside.

It’s instantly recognisable. It’s the Captain America’s Shield one that she’d bought Bucky over a month ago.

So you won’t lose it.

Of course, she thinks, He has a key, of course he’d have let himself in.

So why the hell did he leave? why the hell did he decide to wait for her outside in a blizzard?

She decides not to ask. Not yet, anyway.

“Okay” she murmurs, leading him inside, “C’mon, I’ll run you a bath, okay?”

“Doll-“

but she’s already gone.

Her fingers have slipped out from his, and she’s already half way to her bedroom-

“Shit”

She’s starring at her wardrobe. At the messy gauge that’s been dug out of the wood by something that looks suspiciously like a shoulder.

A metal shoulder, maybe.

After a quick survey of the rest of her room, she moves swiftly to the bathroom, where she sets about her task of starting the water running into the tub;

Steam fills the air almost instantly. She peels her gloves off, and removes her coat, taking a few minutes to observe herself before redirecting her attention to the problem at hand.

Well, the mystery at hand, anyway.

Nothing else in her room is damaged, so that rules out the likelihood of a fight.

So does the way he'd been so calmly waiting for her on her doorstep. He wouldn't have let her within a hundred miles of her building if he’d have been fighting someone inside it.

No. That’s not it.

Her head snaps up when she hears his footsteps. She sees him watching her nervously from the entry way to her room-

With a gun in his hands.

It's his gun. It’s the pistol he carries in his inside pocket.

Her head tilts, but before she can open her mouth to question him, he’s moving, holding it out more obviously for her to take;

“Please?” he whispers, voice cracking again, “T-take it”

So she does.

She takes it, tucking it into the back of her waist band so that both of her hands can stay free.

“Come on” Bucky hears her prompt, “You go have that bath now, okay? I’m going to make some calls.”

He’s still covered in snow. Half of it is melting, making his clothes heavy and saturated in cold water.

A bath sounds reasonable. The sound of the water rushing into the basin is pleasant too.

He thinks it sounds nice, and as he starts to walk towards it, he finds himself wondering why he she isn’t joining him.

Usually she will.

Usually, the pair will spend hours together, soaking in warm water, enjoying the closeness- but, no.

Bucky blinks and finds himself alone in her bathroom, starring at his own reflection from the rippling surface of the water.

For a second, he sees The Solider starring back at him.

He flinches, and a flurry of snow falls down from the now matted lengths of his hair.

Oh, god.

He looks awful. No wonder she’d sent him away.

That realisation hits him like a bullet.

He tries his best to force the self deprecating thoughts that it breeds away so that he can undress himself and get into the tub without crying.

She wants you to get into the bath, he thinks, she ran it and told you to get in- she’s making some calls. She’s home now anyway- she’s safe. You gave her your gun. She’s safe. She’s home and she’s safe-

“When did he leave?” Y/N asks, leaning against her kitchen counter, “Steve- I want to know how long he’s been sitting outside in a cat-3 storm!”

“I don’t know exactly” he replies, voice crackling through her cell phone, “he left for your place after the briefing this morning, but he called me at three and said everything was fine- I haven’t heard from him since”

She signs, frustrated but understanding.

“I just can’t figure it out” she admits, “I don’t know why he didn’t stay inside? He was obviously in here”

“I’m sorry” Steve says, “I should’ve told him to stay here-“

“-No” she cuts in, “-that wouldn’t have helped, I just- I don’t know, I just hate seeing him like that y’know? He must’ve been freezing”

“I can always swing by?”

She considers his offer for a moment. Eyes flicking to the clock on her display.

22:28

“No” she sighs, “No, we’ll be fine, I’ll take care of it- I don’t know- I just thought he might’ve called you or something”

They exchange polite goodbyes and she tells him again not to worry. That Bucky is fine and he agrees, saying that he knows she’ll take good care of him.

That seems almost comical considering how she’s practically abandoned him in her panic, but still she thinks it’s better late than never.

Food, she decides- Warm food and clean, dry clothes.

That’s what he needs.

She heats up a pan on the stove and fills it with soup. She sets it to simmer and places the gun he’d given her earlier in the drawer where she keeps the napkins.

It’s not like I’ll need it.

And then she heads back towards the bed room. Taking a moment to listen for any sounds coming from the bathroom.

There aren’t any, so she goes into her damaged closet, ignoring the creak of protest from the door as she pulls out a spare set of sweats for him to change into. There’s a dry shirt too, and a sweater so she gathers those as well, before rummaging around her room to collect socks and a fresh set of towels.

She leaves the clothes on her bed, carrying only the towels as she walks into the bathroom.

Seeing him in the tub shouldn’t surprise her, not when that’s exactly what she’d asked him to do, but there’s something about the unnaturalness of his position that makes her double take.

He’s stiff, sitting upright against the back of the porcelain fixture with a look of fierce concentration on his face.

And he’s red.

He’s bright red.

“Oh, god” she whispers, mainly to herself, “Are you alright?”

He doesn’t seem to notice her appearance in the room. Not until she’s crouching by the tub, towels abandoned by her knees.

“Bucky” she says, more firmly now, “Are you alright?”

He hadn’t answered her before. He hadn’t even blinked.

Now, though, at least he’s looking at her.

“I- I’m fine” he says, voice still not quite right, “I-It’s just w-warm and- I- I wasn’t.”

That makes sense. He’d been outside in the snow for god knows how long, and then he’d barely had ten minutes inside before he’d gotten into a steaming hot bath.

Of course he’s red, she thinks, annoyed at herself for missing it, He must be burning up-

“Does it hurt?” she asks worriedly, “I can cool it down a little?”

His head shakes a fraction, but Y/N isn’t convinced. She dips her fingers into the water, and opens her mouth to once again suggest adding some cold water, but before she can get the words out, Bucky does something that silences her instantly;

He reaches out and holds onto her hand.

And that’s when she sees it.

She sees the look on his face, and her heart cracks, right down the middle.

“I missed you too” she promises, squeezing his fingers, “Bucky, look at me-”

and he does.

His eyes snap to hers, and she feels her whole chest aching when she realises how full they are;

“I’m home” she says, “I’m here, I’m right here, okay?”

He exhales slowly, breath mixing with the steam that’s still swirling around his face.

“I- I j-just wanted to see you c-come back” he whispers

“I know” she says, bringing her other hand up to cup his face, “That’s alright. Are you warmin’ up?”

He nods, leaning into her palm as it settles against his cheek.

His whole body stings. He knows that it’s just the water doing its job and heating him up, but still— it hurts.

It hurts, and Y/N is his comfort.

She’s always been his comfort.

“God, Buck” she murmurs, relenting to the way that he’s leaning into her touch so obviously, “You scared me”

“I’m sorry” he says instantly, “I- I didn’t mean to”

“I know” she allows, running her thumb across the soft skin under his eye, “I just don’t know what you were thinkin- waitin’ out there in the snow… Bucky it’s so cold out-“

“I j-just w-wanted to s-see you” he says again, more lamely than before.

This time, she just shakes her head.

Now’s not the time to hash this out. That much is obvious, so she decides not to try.

“Well” she says softly, “I’m right here— Hi”

Bucky blinks, watching as Y/N beams at him in greeting.

“Hey” he replies softly, suddenly feeling strangely small, “Hey doll…”

She leans in and presses a soft kiss against his brow, smoothing his now soaked hair back with the hand he’s not still holding.

“When you’re done in here, I’ve made dinner, okay?- I’ve left some dry clothes on the bed”

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[fushigur0slut4]

"One more time"

I'm not even gonna put warinings just know it's Dom reader afab and mommy kink

Nanami's finger slipped on the the keyboard from the amount of the sweat that was coming from him. Not because he was stressed but because of the way your youngest was lapping and his dick and stopping when he was about to cum.

You done it about 5 times by now and kento has reached the point to where he gives up typing whatever document he was typing.

"Shit" kneto let out ragged breaths as his dick twitched in your hands. He laid back on his desk chair. "Fuck sweetheart let me finish this first, then you can do what u want'

Kento looked under the desk expecting a response from you. You shook your head then aggressively latched your mouth on his tip.

Kento moaned unashamedly. You grabbed his dick and started bobbing your head up and down with your tounge moving skillfully around his shaft and rubbing your tounge on his Feneluem which put him on the edge.

"W-wa-ait stopp shiit" kento shook head side to side already being sensitive from the other times you edged him.

How you loved seeing your Fiancé moaning mess. You removed your mother from his dick and he was about to give out but went back to typing his document with a scowl on his face.

You started stroking his dick lightly just with your figertips then started stroking it roughly the removed ragged breaths from nanami's mouth you stopped just for then fun of it then started kissing around his upper thigh as you knew that's what gets him off.

His dick twitched and a drop of pre came out and you gave it a kitten lick.

Kento fully gave up typing, and closed his macbook. He lifted up his shirt and grabbed it with his teeth then started begging "please p-pleaae honey plea-Ah h-help me.. "

You gave his cock another kitten lick and got up from under the table you smirked at him than sat on his lap facing him. "You call me mommy or mistress got it babe" you told him .

"Yes mommy" he responded Sumbmissevly "such a good boy for mommy, now what should I help you with? " kento moaned as a response

Nuh uh, use you big boy words" "t-touchme"

You did exactly as he wished. You pecked his cheek then started toying with hot pink nipples you pinched them rolled them sucked on them and bit tthem "m-moore mistress, gi-gve me mare" Kentos words slurred as he told you that. You didn't respond and rolled your tounge around his nipple and pinched the other one. After about ten minutes of doing that. Your hand gripped his cock tightly

He moaned like it was the best thing in the world. You squeezed his tip then started stroking him at an almost inhumane speed

" ah-Ahh_oh agh-no st-op mommy, no no mistress I'm gonna - I'm gon"

Your pace didn't falter once while stroking him you used his pre as lube to make your strokes easier and before the both of you knew it he burst moaning like a bitch In heat you loved the sound of it.

Even as he cummed you continued stroking him not stopping once. Kentos hips thrusted into the air begging you to stop as he was sensitive but his pleas fell on deaf wears.

"No-n-no m-mommy, stoop i-it I- I"

The pleasure he was feeling as u overstimmed him making him a moaning mess. You squeezed his balls and tickled them , making kento moan louder.

You started rubbing the flat of your palm against his tip giving him a burning sensation

"No-no-no-no m-mommy, m-mistrees -nooo "

You rubbed your palm rougher against his tip and stroked harder. You kissed and sucked around his neck putting him on adge. You knew he was close as he started bucking his hips further and further into the air

Nooooo f-fuuuck m-mommy"

Not even a second later thick white spurts of cum flee out of his dick. And kento swore he couldn't stop Cumming. His cum spilt all over you still moving hand and his abdomen.

You stood up and admired the sight in front of you. A handsome blonde man with disheveled hair and rock hard abs, and you can't forget his half hard 6.5inch dick with cum dripping down it.

Kento groaned tiredly thinking you were done until you pulled out the cock sleeve.

"No mo-honey I can't cum anymore"

Kento whined

It seemed like is body didn't want to cooperate with his words as his dick twitched you pulled out the sleeve

"Come on baby you know you can cum for me again,

One more time"

#kento nanami smut #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento #sub nanami #jjk smut #nanami jjk #jjk men

[nevarroes]

aite i know you said that Cas and Bhaal have more beef than loyalty BUT: DOes Cas have a Slayer form? or is that too nastyugly for His Sculptedness

Cas does have one actually (generously included in his deal because Bhaal still expects him to fight for him even if Cas works against it like a dog that stops mid walk🔥) but ermm…. the whole "rebirthing a cambion into a Bhaalspawn" didn't quite work out as Bhaal intended on multiple levels so it corrupted Cas' true devil form instead of being. well a real slayer form. like overriding an inventory slot to me

Cas fucking hates it, as you can imagine, and feels as if Bhaal like.... just took away one more thing from him with this (worse because this was right after losing his wings too and he's rather proud of being an infernal actually). so he just avoids using it like it's a disease until he doesn't see another way out which happened a total of maybe... 3 times in his life

I'll get back 2 this once I've actually sat down to refine the design of his slayerdevil form (or whatever u would call it at this point) promise.... I've just been procrastinating this 4 ages because I'm not someoen that enjoys drawing monster stuff much but Cas. for cas i'll pull through 🙏

#blakemail #its not THAT ugly I suppose but definitely uglier than what it was before. u can imagine why hes mad #actually I suppose it's less “true form” and more like... ascended form. second form even #idk if there's actual lore about this or whatever but to me it's like... #a more humanoid form being the default even in the hells resulting from devils often dealing with mortals vs a more natural and demonic for #for bashing other devils heads in💜 #cas lore

[feralforfrank]

our little family.

FRANK CASTLE X FEM!READER

cw soft as shit!frank deserves his own warning tbh. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

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You woke up to soft scratching on your fire escape window. You rubbed the sleep away from your eyes and tried to ait up on the bed without bothering your sleeping beauty—also known as Frank Castle.

He was always grumpy in the mornings, and you'd do anything to avoid his whining. 

You turned your head to the window, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. It'd snowed overnight. Everything was covered in white, making it difficult for you to see what had woke you up. Squinting your eyes, you quickly realised it was Melissa.

Melissa was the cat you fed now and then. She had her own tiny home at a warm corner on the rooftop of your building but occasionally came down the fire escape stairs, and you fed her. Frank had repeatedly told you not to name it and to stop letting it into the house because she'd eventually bring all of Hell's Kitchen's strays. You never listened, of course. 

You slipped out of the covers and away from your still sleeping boyfriend, running to the window and opening it. There stood Melissa, with two white potatoes. That's what they looked like to you. You hadn't realised your unofficial pet had been pregnant until now, when she came to your window with two meowling ginger babies.

Your (Frank's) shirt was big enough to fit the two babies. You grabbed them, wrapped them around the shirt and ushered their mommy inside too. 

As soon as they came in contact with something warm, their crying stopped, and you were more than glad. You didn't want Frank to know about it yet. You'd have to bring it up when he was awake and had at least downed a cup of his bitter coffee.

As soon as you locked the window, you heard Max growl defensively. You spun around and shushed him, telling him that the kittens were no threat. The ginger cat still purred at your feet, and you sighed, contemplating what to do next.

I have to wash them and feed them before they die on me, you thought. You tiptoed to the bathroom, turning the sink's tap towards the warm water option. The kittens' mom lay at the top of the toilet—her stomach turned upwards so she could feed her babies. In a rush, you put one baby to its mother's belly, where it started eating, while you washed the other.

What the fuck were you supposed to tell Frank? He was a big softy, but he hated having animals in his bed, especially ones that shed hair everywhere. He'll have to deal with it, at least for the winter.

After switching one baby with the other and then drying both of them, you cradled them on your arms, shushing them once again, as they'd started crying, and you didn't want Frank to wake up.

"What in the fuck?"

Too late. Too fucking late. Frank had caught you right in the act. You froze mid-step and snapped your head up to the bed. He was watching you, tiredly, trying to process what was happening. 

You smiled at him, that charming smile you gave when you wanted something from him. You walked closer to the bed and sat down, Melissa following right behind you. He saw what you were holding in your arms and fell back on the bed with a sigh.

"Okay, before you say anything–" He groaned, cutting you off, and you sulked, knowing there was a lecture to follow.

"I told you not t' feed the strays, hon. We aren't a shelter." 

No. There was no way those adorable kittens would go back out there in the cold. They'd never survive. "Listen, Frank, pleaaaaseeee. It's so cold, and they're newborns—they can't just go out there. There's snow and–and rain, and I can't let them die!"

His tired brain took some time to process this. He looked at the kittens wrapped in his shirt, then at your exposed stomach and panties and then at their mom sleeping by his feet, next to Max and then back at your thighs. You almost smirked.

"Please, baby, we already take care of their momma. Why leave them out of it? They just need someone to look after them, just for a little while!"

He tries to say no—he really does try. But once one of the babies fall from your grasp and climb up his neck, he can't resist anymore. The purring kitten curls at the crook of his neck, and he sighs, fully giving in.

"Alright, the fuckers can stay. But only for the winter." You almost squeal from happiness—holding back only because of the small baby sleeping in your arms.

"You're the best!" You whisper-yell, a smile on your lips.

You carefully lay back down, curling under the covers. The kitten is laying on your chest now, sleeping blissfully. You turn your head to look at Frank. One hand is on his forehead, the other one scratching the head of the small purring baby.

"I love our little family," you whisper.

There's a pause, and then you hear Frank's voice. "Yeah, 's alright."

What a big fucking softy, you think to yourself.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #frank castle fanfiction #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader #marvel #nmcu #nmcu fanfic #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #frank writes

[grandpaluvr69]

Untitled, very suggestive ficlet based on this;

Violence, incest, dddne: it's exactly what's on the tin

We take requests

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The stupid fucking thing was supposed to remain unconscious until they could get it contained in his ship. Of course, rarely do things not go completely tits up halfway through any adventure. Rick and Morty were eventually caught off guard by a large shapeshifting mass of fleshy growth that tackled Morty down to the ground mid-transformation. Oh fuck this.

Rick stepped back out of reach of flailing limbs as the creature shifted it's form into a seemingly perfect copy of his grandson while grappling with the real deal. He made a frustrated grunting noise, watching with rapt attention now as the identical sets of gangly arms and legs swung and clawed at each other. As much as he enjoyed watching the fourteen year old get all his teen rage out on something that wasn't him, he begrudgingly reached out and ripped the two bodies apart from each other and dropped them a couple feet apart. He smoothly reached into his lab coat and pulled out a sleek looking gun that lit up blue along the barrel as it charged up.

Both Mortys stood up in mirrored movements, almost disorientating to watch. When they both noticed the gun in Rick's hand and the almost silent whine it was emitting- ready to fire at any second- he watched with delight as fear washed over one face and then the other. Just a fraction off beat.

"Okay, I'm n-ough-t playing the blame game, th-that shit's annoying me without h-having t-urrp-to even start." Rick gestured between them both using the gun, eyeing the one to his left that just barely shivered.

"R-rick this- this is g-getting out of h-hand-" "-th-this is starting t-to really freak me out Rick!" They almost talked over each other, the grating whine doubled, and Rick shot the floor between them and made both boys jump.

"Sh-uuuugh-ut up, I got this dude."

He reached into his coat again and dug around a little before producing a little red remote engulfed in his long fingers. The Morty on the left started to turn pink in the face while the one on the right began to grow confused.

"W-w-w-ait Rick m-maybe there's a b-b-better w-aAAAY-" Morty on the left doubled over and fell to his knees when Rick twisted a dial on the remote with his thumb alllll the way over with one motion. A sharp grin twisted his lips up as Morty moaned loudly, utterly pleased with the vile display of the boy writhing on the ground now. The muffled sound of something buzzing away filled the air, and the shapeshifter contorted Morty's face into one of disgust as it turned to look up at Rick.

"I thought that was your grandson, you sick fuck, what the hell is wrong with you!?" It dropped all pretense of being a wimpy high school freshman, it's voice warping out of Morty's obnoxious trill. It was struggling to keep from looking at the whimpering whining body next to it.

"Lotta things, l-like the need to- like how I just g-gotta take care of his cute needy little ass a-after ourhp- after we're done here." Rick's attention was waning now, so before he let his eyes snap back to Morty on the ground panting like a whore, he aimed his gun between the shapeshifter's big brown eyes and felt something twist with arousal in his gut as he blew it's brains out with a very forceful shot. Nice and easy, he let out a breath to cool the smoke off the tip and slid it back into his coat.

Rick finally let his gaze drift down, giving the Morty-shaped shifter corpse a once over as his eyes settled on his grandson. Popping a squat and listening to his knees crack, he watched Morty raise his head up. Tears and drool streaked his young face, and it started rolling something heavy in Rick's groin as the old man finally brought the remote up to fiddle with it. The buzzing sound quieted and Morty made a wheezing gasping sound as he was granted reprieve from the onslaught, bleary brown eyes raising up to lock with cheerful steel ones.

"Y-ouugh-ou did great buddy," Rick clamped a large hand down on Morty's shoulder and squeezed before helping the boy up to his feet, making sure to support him when he stumbled.

"F-fuck you man, that was h-humiliating." There wasn't any bite in the bark there, so Rick just laughed at him. It wasn't a mean laugh either, at least not in the way he laughed when he was making fun of the little guy.

"H-hows about Gr-aagh-grandpa make it- make it u-up to you then?" His smile made Morty shiver, something he watched gleefully before grabbing the corpse by the familiar brown curls. He didn't miss the way Morty's eyes followed all the rough movements of his grandfather manhandling the dead body that looked just like him.

"What? I can st-still use it."

"Y-you're not "m-making it up to me" w-w-with that in the ship." The firmness in his tone was set deep.

"Booooo! Yyyou're no, you're no fun Morty." Rick slung his free arm around the shaking teenager and guided him the rest of the way to the ship, dragging the cooling corpse behind him.

#rickorty #rickmorty #rick x morty #🎯.txt #rick and morty #i wanted to say a lot about rick with as little as I could get away with :3c

[shiftingconfessions]

I shifted to Outlast: the Whistleblower DLC. It was FUCKED and I'm gonna try to fit the whole story in here.

Ok, so picture this: I'm on my sister's couch. Her stepson is on the other couch. It's 11 at night, but he's playing CoD, so I'm aitting up waiting for him to go to bed so I can go to bed (i cant sleep with too much stimulation like a loud game). Suddenly, AS IN ALL I DID WAS BLINK, and I'm suddenly Waylon Park, camcorder in hand and all. I immediately realize where I am as soon as I see the bloodied, patchwork wedding dress, complete with a severed head on top of the mannequin. I'm about to piss myself already at this point, AND THEN I HEAR EDDIE GLUSKIN AND HIS GODDAMN SINGING.

Immediately, I hide under a table, back to the world as I pray to every god I can think of to make it out alive. I'm shaking and tearing up but trying not to cry cuz that'd be a dead fucking giveaway. I managed to hold it together until I hear him walk past, but I almost instantly started crying after- which then caused him to double back around. Silence.

Then I hear him crouch down behind me. I feel his eyes burning holes into my back. Then i feel him drag me out by my tank top straps (apparently, under the prison jumpsuit is a black tanktop in that fuckign universe). And all I can think is: "GODDAMN, HIS HANDS ARE FUCKING COLD".

He sits cross-legged and puts me in his lap. One arm pins my arms down because I'm still shaking (i felt the knife in the hand helping keep me pinned), and the other hand started playing with my hair. I think I heard him start to say something- what, I may never know- when suddenly, I blink again and I'm back home.

Despite it feeling like an only 5 minute encounter, it had been several hours, since it was about 3:30 AM when I checked the time. My step-nephew was passed out on his couch. I proceeded to have a silent mental breakdown.

I have never told my family any of this. I think I'm afraid to, honestly. But at the same time.. I'm almost glad it happened. What better way to prove to me that shifting is real than to fucking brand it into my brain with a near death experience? Lol anyway thanks for listening

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#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #Shifting #shifting stories #Omg that sounds so scary D: #Hope your ok!

[boyakishantriage]

Space, wearing a clunky suit and a mana restrainer. Really was stupid, hand on the railing as I made my way towards the sparking engine. Aliens snapping instruction as I waved my hand. No energy of any sort passed out, mostly residual light based heatwaves. Low energy kinda engine.

"lower the mana guard."

"... Pardon?"

"lower. The mana guard, I wanna try something."

"I will not."

I sighed loudly. Into the mic.

"alright. I'll just take this helmet off."

"you're gonna what??"

"I have a hunch, if I'm right I'm taking this helmet off and die faster, if I'm wrong. Eh, I'm gonna bash this engine anyways since I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing unless I can use my magic."

"..."

I could hear the alien talking to the others, debating his choices, finally he returned.

"fine. You have five minutes."

His mistake. Focusing on the energy, winding the mana before shattering the collar.

"ait. Fuck it."

She declared, tying the collar and other gear to herself as she stood against the ship, not wearing any protective gear. Like. At all.

"what-"

"the engine's unstable. Looks like someone wanted to strand ya here and make you a recurring customer."

"... Rewa..."

He sounded angry, as I magically began holding the engine together. Hundreds of tiny hands, all vibrating and moving to my will as I pulled wires, merged pieces.

" how long until you're finished."

Something clicked.

"huh. I just realised. I could stop here. But your engine's been modified to basically blow up-"

"improve it."

"... Huh. So you're mad at someone... Ooh. I just had an idea. I can probably mod your ship, but. It'll cost ya."

"name it."

"drop me at the centre of the coalition."

"... We don't have-"

"I'll amp your ship up. Give me three coordinates."

"why three?"

"I can stack up three, one for first. Second and emergency. Last one is on your notes, coords for the federation then the place ya wanna go?"

"[I'm not getting killed for this.]"

She jammed her fist into the engine, iron molding like liquid as magic covered the ship, defences magically frozen, as they jumped.

"you're insane." Stated the alien, centaur like shapeshift looking down at the human.

"I thought that was obvious, now can you let me home or do I need to Jerry rig a ship?"

"... I refuse to believe that you can 'jerry rig' one of our ships. But considering the recent events with humans, and th reports and unassailable evidence supporting them. Sure. Why not. First trip to earth." He turned, pointing at a nearby ship. Tossing me a badge before he walked off to do god knows what.

#tag #Lemonade #Humans are space orcs

[starfxkr]

oh moony you’ve opened such a can of worms, please excuse me while i word vomit, so many thoughts happening prepare your eyeballs

bones and all (as dramatic as this sounds) changed me, and my view in so many ways. the metaphor for love being so violent, and beautiful, and dangerous, and all consuming was so amazing to watch. i started that movie simply because timothee was in it and now my life is changed.

and plugging jj into the idea of bones and all makes me tweak out in the best way possible, because jj would. jj is the type of man to love with his entire being, his would existence. once you’re his, you’re his. fuck being locked in girl you’re chained up to a radiator atp 😭 jj, in many ways, already does but even more so would masterfully represent that all consuming love.

lee and maren had their adventures, yes, but i feel like eater!jj would be such a bonnie and clyde connection. even MORE SO if reader is an eater and he isn’t. he’d do anything for you, he’d kill any bum, any wandering unlucky soul. that scene where maren goes “lee, im hungry” really reminds me of eater!reader and human jj.. because, his girl is hungry so guess what? he’s gonna do something about it. jj knows it’s wrong, he knows one day they’ll probably be caught. he knows he can’t hide her forever but he chooses to keep doing it, because he loves her, and he’ll he damned if someone takes her from him.

- 🪐

i want you to know that ur my soul sister. you get what im going for tenfold.

ever since i saw bones and all in theaters its stuck with me like me and my friend could do nothing but ait in silence as the credits rolled i hadnt felt so viscerally affected by a movie in forever at that point.

because jj would see her for who she is and not be scared of it. fuck he’s probably offered himself up multiple times because he would let her eat him bones and all if it meant she was safe and happy and fed like this is who he is. he makes sacrifices. he puts himself in danger for those he loves and he would kill for them too!

i could def see their relationship being like those two guys lee and maren ran into where ones an eater the other isnt but the non eater…does consume with him. i could see jj doing it early on to prove how serious he is bc killing someone for you isnt enough he wants you to know he’ll go all the way for you. and theyre constantly bouncing state to state because it can just be too much. he has to work. he has to provide for them. but he knows theres a non zero chance he’ll come back and someone will be dead or she’ll be caught so they keep moving and it never feels like a burden because this is what love is

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #🪐 anon #ode to eaters

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Arle: A moment in the sun sounds awful to me.

Arle: I would rather have a moment in the moon, the superior of the sky circles.  

Shantae: .. please don't ever refer to them as 'sky circles' again.

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A!Andrew: If I'm dead, what are you doing here?

Aite: I forgot to give you an ass-whooping, so I came back.

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Saiko: There's plenty of fish in the sea. But you know what else there is? Trash. There is a lot of trash in the sea.

Meggy: Not sure if you got cheated on or you're just trying to raise awareness about pollution.

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SMG4, to SMG3: What’s in the suitcase?

SMG3: Vodka.

SMG4: You brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?

SMG3: No, there are mixers as well. Im not a savage.

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Root: Tired of everyone telling me I've 'lost too much blood' and 'need to go to the hospital'. It's my severe head injury not yours. Stay out of it.

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SMG4: Do you believe in true love?

SMG3: I believe you’re a true pain in my ass.

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Ozymandias: You punched me in the face!

Leto: You bit my tail!

Ozymandias: You punched me in the face!

Leto: YOU BIT MY FUCKING TAIL!

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Nimbus: Do I look nice?

Ambrosia: You look like you're about to set someone on fire.

Nimbus: Perfect.

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Cursor: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Lag: Possibly.

Cursor: When?

Lag: When you’re right.

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Ozymandias: 'Revenge' sounds so mean.

Ozymandias: That's why I prefer to call it 'returning the favour'.

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SMG10: Are you alright? you didn't sleep at all last night.

Tulip: I got a solid eight minutes.

Tulip: Not consecutively but still it is fine. You're not even that blurry.

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Vee: So... what’s going on?

Elanore: You want the long version or the short version?

Vee: The short one.

Elanore: Everything sucks.

Vee: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Ozymandias: How dare you mock me in such a manner!

Root: Well, then how would you like me to mock you? I take requests!

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Nimbus: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Tulip: I boiled gatorade.

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Laharl: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

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Abyssal: Sometimes, the best way to scare your opponent is just to walk straight at them menacingly. That way, they can't even tell you have a brain the size of a walnut.

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Root: *flicks out her tongue and tastes the air*

Lil Coding: Well damn, does it taste good?

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Leto: You have two choices. One: I fling you into a bottomless pit. Two: I curse you.

Queen Melody: Actually, there's a third choice.

Leto: There is?

Melody: Yes. I could beat you to a bloody pulp.

Leto: ...I see. And which of the three will you choose?

Melody: Guess.

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Tulip, to the Elanore and Tama: Remember to get something to eat, drink lots of water, and get plenty of sleep!

Ash: When was the last time you did any of that?

Tulip: This isn’t about me.

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Plurality, after arriving at the Mushroom Kingdom: Day one of eating every plant I see.

Plurality: Something bad is happening.

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SMG3, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with seven espresso shots?

Saiko, behind him: Fuck's sake, dude, just do cocaine.

#arle nadja #shantae #oc: aite!andrew #oc: aite #saiko bichitaru #meggy spletzer #smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg43 #virus: root #virus: ozymandias #program: leto #avatar: nimbus #oc: ambrosia #admin: cursor #admin: lag #smg: smg10 #avatar: tulip #vee haltmann #elanore haltmann #laharl #admin: abyssal #code: lil coding #oc: queen melody #ash ketchum #code: plurality #incorrect quotes