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I need to be fucked in such a disgusting way.
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justice league members hiding out in one bruces safe houses
y/n: bats babe
bruce: what is it?
y/n finishing off a glass of tap water: theres definitely scarecrow chemicals in the water supply
hal: and you kept drinking it??
y/n: i was thirsty???
#the justice league members who refuse to eat or drink anythinf in gotham vs the gothamites who raw dog that shit n deal w the consequences#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x male reader#bruce wayne x gn reader#batman x reader#batman x gn reader#dc incorrect quotes#justice league imagines#my own writing
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The kings little play thing
Summary: Basically size kink with König. Some simple porn without plot but soft aftercare because I say so
König x male reader
He picked you up like its nothing.
strong arms wrapped around you. All you can feel right now is him and him alone.
You feel his finger slowly tease you. He pushes one in. Mewls leave your mouth and you press your face into his massive chest. Another follows suit, reaching deep searching for that special spot.
A broken moan rips from your throat as he presses right into the bundle of nerves, curling his fingers a bit into that spot before proceeding to open you. You shivered in his arms, mewls and whimpers leaving your mouth while being at the giant’s mercy. Nibbling lightly at his skin sucking and licking.
After König decide that you are loose enough to take him he adjusted you so you line up with his cock.
It probed at your entrance lightly pushing against you while he adjusted your position in his hold.
A whine leaving your mouth when his cockhead started to slowly push you open. He massaged and squeezed at your butt and thighs while slowly pushing in to ease the stretch.
All you could do was whine for him and scratch at his chest, your head resting on his neck,
He was half way in but you already felt more when full, stretching in all the good ways. When he finally bottomed out he already pressed into all the right spots.
You felt full and stuffed, biting lightly at his neck being lost in pleasure and feeling him all around you.
He slowly pulled out again and started to thrust deep and slow. His girth felt amazing and he hit all the spots with every move. With one good thrust you moaned his name in a broken way and he finally didn’t hold back anymore.
König tightened his hold and rammed up into you. You scratch his back, being close to for the first time. Being squeezed against the massive man in this way felt amazing. It drove you crazy, cumming shortly all over the both of you. But this was far from over. König had no intention of stopping anytime soon and continued to use his body as he please. The hold he had on you was tight and does not faulter no matter how many times he filled you up. You could only endure and babble his name with some broken moans.
After a while König seemed to finally soften and give you some soft last thrusts before filling you up for the last time.
After he was done he moved you to a more comfortable position in his arms and while carrying you to the showers, peppered your face in kisses and praised you how good you was.
He cleaned the both of you up in the showers and let you stay under some warm water for a while to relax.
He put you in one of his shirts that was way to big on you and took you to bed where he gently cradled you in his arms while falling asleep.
#the river flows#my own writing#cod könig#cod x reader#cod x male reader#könig x reader#könig x male reader
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Fantasizing about her on her back, whole body flushed red, sweating, desperately in heat at the mere thought of girthy, bitchbreaking girlcock filling her holes, thick, virile girlcum flowing from her pussy~
Remember, this is where she belongs~
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Hmmm, how would you deal with me crowning your baby? -Hello kitty and red bra girl 🤭
Hmmm, that's a good question.
First off, you'd have to push the head to a crown, and I'd make sure that would be a slow, slow process. Even though you'd be pushing as hard as you could, I'd make sure to let the head out just the tiniest bit with each contraction, keeping my hand pressed tightly over the bulge between your legs. I'd toy with your clit, brushing and rubbing against it with my fingers and with my mouth, enough to make you gasp and squirm beneath me but not enough to push you over the edge. Not yet. You'd stretch open from a teardrop, to an oval, to a wide circle bit by tiny bit as you feel yourself always on the edge of orgasm, but never quite get there.
You'd give one more push, crying out as you feel the stretching and the burning ratchet up to new heights, gasping, legs shaking, as you feel the blaze between your legs, as you finally bring the head to a full crown. You'd pant and breathe through the incredible stretch as you feel my fingers on your clit again, pleasure mixing with pain as, this time, I don't stop, I don't pull away. You'd cum around the crowning head, your legs shaking and your breath catching as you feel good even while stretched so incredibly far. After that, we could rest for a while, the two of us just existing together while you breathe softly and do your best to accommodate the huge size of the head still halfway inside you. It wouldn't be long, though, before you'd feel my fingers pressing and rubbing against your clit, so, so sensitive now, and grit your teeth as you cum while you're stretched so wide. Soon, my fingers might not be enough, so I'll switch to my mouth, then to a strong vibrator as I make you cum around the crowning head again and again and again.
You can't crown forever, though, sorry as I am to say it. But there'd be no way I'd let you give birth just yet, not after seeing how pretty, how cute, how sexy, how unbearably perfect you are with a head crowning between your legs. Slowly, slowly, I'll push the head back inside you again, so we can do it all again tomorrow. And, eventually, when you do birth this baby, it definitely won't be our last.
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I'm an angry animal filled with rage and resentment, with venom filled sharp teeth. I bark a lot, hoping that I will scare everyone away before I strike, because I know that my bite is lethal.
#angst#text post#trauma#feral dog#anger#rage#prose#bad dog#resentment#my own writing#poetry#poem#original poem#i get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog
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hero x villain (kinda part 2)
“I figured you’d come.” His voice was raspy from the stale air down in the fortress’s dungeons.
“You sure do think highly of yourself.” I commented, my voice echoing in the darkness of the dungeon, along with the staple water-dripping echo that seemed to be omnipresent in all dark settings of this nature.
“No,” He said, amused. I heard chains clink coming from the cell. “I thought our merciful Superhero would send you to kill me.”
“Do you truly think so low of me?”
He laughed. “You wouldn’t be wrong to do it.” He paused. “And I know Superhero. He’d want my death to be as painful as possible, and I can’t imagine a more painful death than one by your hand.”
When I finally drew near to his cell, the light in my hand revealed he was very different from when I had last seen him. His hair stuck up in several directions and his beard was longer than he usually kept it. In the faint light of my magic, the purple and blue bruises on his face glinted like misbegotten jewels. Soft clattering came from the iron around his wrists and ankles whenever he shifted to relieve the pain from some injury they must have inflicted.
He looked broken.
“Hero.” He said softly, his voice guttural, yet so much like a hand tracing lines down my arms, touching my heart, a touch that had somehow managed to penetrate the thick walls I’d put around myself. I caught myself — no. That was the path of pain. I wasn’t here for him.
I was here for my kingdom. I needed his help -- his power.
He tilted his head up to look at me, his eyes bloodshot, his hands shaking. He broke into a coughing fit that sounded like his ribcage was being torn apart.
My throat burned and the coolness of a tear ran down my cheek. I moved the light away from my face so he wouldn’t see it.
He raised a shaking hand to a bar and clutched it, bringing himself closer to me. “Hero.” He repeated. Not calling me, not quite, he said it as one clings to a lifeline.
“I’m here.”
“You’re here.” He gazed into my eyes, his eyes reflecting the flickering silver light of the globe in my hand. “I was worried you wouldn’t be.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Villain.” I said softly.
“You still don’t know my first name, do you?” He asked, though he knew the answer. No one knew his first name.
I’d asked.
I shook my head anyway.
He laughed to himself. “It’s a silly sentiment. I prayed you would come because I wanted someone to know.”
The notion caught me aback. I hadn’t let myself think beyond this night, beyond finding him. I figured Villains were killed but I didn't let my thoughts stray there. “You won’t die here.”
“See, now that I’m in your place, I see how useless saying that is.”
“I cannot believe you just admitted fault. But, you know, I made it.”
He paused. “You’re not asking the most obvious question.”
“What you did to Superhero that would constitute 'treason of the highest order’?” I smiled, pausing for a moment. "Do you know Superhero killed my family?"
His eyes widened. "What -- ?"
"Superhero likes his heroes to be focused on heroism only. Everything else is secondary." I looked away. "He chooses us as babies. We don't have a choice."
We were both silent for a long moment, the light in my hand whispering softly.
“I’ll get you out.” I said mildly.
He turned to me, hope barely stifled in his tone. “Truly?”
I shrugged. “It’s boring up there.” I gestured vaguely to the fort above us. “You make things…more entertaining. It turns out a world without conflict would be a rather pitiful existence.”
He chuckled, the sound warming me to my core. He leaned closer, smirking. “Admit it. You missed me.”
I pursed my lips at him, forcing back a smile. “As much as one misses the presence of a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.”
“Ouch.” He put a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”
“Don’t take insult. I once kissed a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.” I informed him, matter of factly.
He grinned. “For the first time in the past two days I finally have hope for my prospects.”
“Your prospects in getting out or in kissing me?”
He smiled, leaning forward, his voice a husky whisper. “Get me out first and see.”
Something fell a little ways away from us down the corridor and we froze. We were silent for a long moment. His eyes met mine and the message was clear. Don’t move.
Footsteps retreated back up the steps and the night was silent again.
“I will get you out.” I whispered after a long beat. “I promise. Even if we have to draw plans in the dirt and use bobby pins for swords and murder fake Superheroes with stupid beards and burn down ugly forts.”
“Is this sudden enthusiasm because I promised to kiss you?” He teased gently, smiling slyly.
“No, you moron. I thought the kiss was a threat. Like keep me in here and I’ll kiss you.” I objected, my cheeks flushing red.
“That was a shoddy cover up. You didn’t even think it through.”
“You — ”
He laughed. “Sure, sure. I believe you.” He looked at me for a moment then looked back at the wall of his prison.
We sat in comfortable silence. There was a part of me that wanted to tear apart the bars and curl up beside him, holding him tight until daybreak and a little after that. I was so desperate I’d have been fine if he only extended a hand through the bars to hold mine.
The thought shocked me the moment my brain articulated the desire. I hadn’t wished to be touched by anyone in years. The air was dense. Whatever chemicals were in the water dripping from a pipe a little ways away were getting to my head.
“You could walk away.” He said, shattering the silence.
“What?”
“Leave. Go back to the woods. Find some gorgeous person — not more gorgeous than me — have a family and have a peaceful life.” His eyes were solemn. “This place is poisoned.”
It was a logical solution. I didn’t particularly want the throne, and it was better for me not to get into any relationships with people I genuinely cared about (i.e. Villains whose voices are too nice for their own good.).
He’s giving me a way out. It’s exactly what I want.
You could go back into hiding right now. No one can stop you.
“No.”
He tilted his head. “No?”
“No.” I met his gaze. “I’m staying.”
He nodded, studying me, and then looking away, thinking.
I couldn’t help but watch him, his profile stark against the darkness in the dim moonlight of my palm. The bump on his nose was gentle, high cheekbones elegantly set on his face.
“Alex.” He said finally, almost as an afterthought.
I was confused for a moment and my brow furrowed.
“My name.” He clarified. In that moment, he didn’t look like a villain. He looked like a boy. He had that soft childish sparkle in his deep eyes, like a kid with a secret. “It’s Alex.”
I smiled. “Alex.” I leaned back. “It’s a rather beautiful name. I thought you were hiding some terrifying name inherited from a long dead ancestor whose parents hated him."
He smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Our identity is all we have, Hero.”
“Whether we like it or not.” I added.
His eyes flew open and he looked to me. “Being the Hero isn’t your identity in the same way being the Villain isn’t mine. It’s a garb. It’s clothing. At the end of the day, you take the clothing off and what are you?”
“A scandal waiting to happen.”
“No.” He allowed a smiled, suppressing his laugh. “No. Gods — don’t say things like that. Now I can’t remember what I was saying.” He chuckled, taking a moment to gather himself. “At the end of the day, you’re Ana.”
The use of my first name made me shiver. I knew he knew it, but he never used it. “And who’s that?”
He smiled. “I guess we’ll have to find out.” He leaned forward, grunting at some hidden injury. “Now pass me that stick. I have a plan to draw in the dirt.”
#villain x hero#hero#villain#villains#villains and heroes#writing#writeblr#enemies to lovers#spilled ink#hero x villain#hero and villain#antagonist#superpowers#superhero#love#romance#my own writing#don't steal 🥺#from my wip#le slow burn#fantasy#dark fantasy#fantasy world
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Welcome to the start of the #medleybang event, organised by @thenightpool
Late Night Pool Race| #rinharu| Not Rated| 4.5k
A story I wrote for the illustration by JustPeachy. (link)
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truly i am screaming into the void at this point but. can people pretty please stop posting my writing without crediting me lol. that is plagiarism lmao. i cannot stop u haha like i know it's not the biggest deal haha like i get that it's just fanfiction haha but i would rather u not share my writing at all than post it without crediting me. haha. lmao. lol.
#😐#another tiktok!! that comes across my fyp!!#oh wow that sure sounds familiar....#golly gee could it BE#my own WRITING#but my oh my do my eyes deceive me....#where's my name?#my lovely username that i created at 13 years old??#not even a title?#not even a fic title in the caption?#oh wow.....#oh my....#by george they can't keep getting away with this!!
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I need to feel finger tips tracing the outline of my body.
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y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment
steve: girlies of colour?
sam: aht aht! not you
bucky: what does that even mean
nat: it means ur white, james
rhodey: damn yall still talkin?
clint: its a free country
sam: its not a free group chat
y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun
y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)
sam: 🙋🏾
rhodey: 🙋🏿
y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-
thor: 🙋🏻
y/n: thor no
thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D
sam: goddamn it
#incorrect avengers#avengers imagine#thor x reader#sam wilson x reader#avengers x reader#bucky barners x reader#captain america x reader#all playonic ofc#poc!reader#woc!reader#black!reader#my own writing
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I can teach you if you want!
Summary. Soap x male reader, fluff
Soap could not believe that you never had your first kiss. So he confidently offers to help you out with it.
“What you mean Never?”
“Exactly that, I never did it, don’t pretend that its like a big deal or anything”
“It is a big deal, you never kissed before!” Soap couldn’t believe the news, someone as handsome as you has never been kissed. Well you were in the army for most in your life, having started at a young age and now being transferred to Taskforce 141 recently.
You were used to working by yourself and you were pretty damn efficient at it.
“it isn’t important to me, so I naturally never had it on my to do list or anything”
“But how can now one even have tried, with a face of yours I would have guessed that there would be a line”, you didn’t know how to work with Soaps flirty nature, especially that all if it seems always being targeted towards you.
“Don’t pretend like you are the master in kissing Mactavish”, Ghost needed to listen to this conversation only because he wanted some tea and Soap held you hostage in the kitchen, bombarding you with all kinds of questions.
Surely you may not be familiar with people being interested in you but still didn’t mind Soap. You couldn’t deny that you felt somewhat drawn to him but as you already stated, it didn’t really occur to you to seek out any kind of relationship.
“Tsk, well you are not helping Lt.”
“Never intended to help”
“Mhm mhm I am hurt and here I thought you liked me?”
You tried to leave while Soap was busy being hurt by Ghosts comment.
But he of course noticed and didn’t waste time chasing after you,
Ghost, being left alone with his tea, could only role his eyes at the obvious tension both of you were too obvious to notice.
Soap catched up quickly and didn’t hesitate to continue where he left off, collecting all his courage.
“Well if you want to try, the rookies say I am quite a good teacher!”
“So you kiss anyone?” you gave him a teasing smile
“You … I can’t believe it, seems like you spend too much time with Ghost. I am serious.” Coming to a stop now in front of the door to your room.
“I am willing to teach you”
You hesitated, not sure about this. What you were sure about was that you didn’t want to have this conversation in the hallway, where anyone could come by.
“Lets continue this inside my room.”
“Oh so that’s a yes”, you could practically hear the smirk on Soaps face while entering your room.
“I don’t want to have this conversation with anyone being able to join in.”
“Scared I’m going to just jump on the next person offering to smooch them?”, he truly can’t stop teasing you.
“ Ugh you know, it is a private topic. And after all, why me? Could be anyone”
“Well because I like you. And I want to kiss you. Not just anyone”
His confidence got you flustered
“You seem quite sure about this. Was this your plan?”
“Hmm maybe, does it bother you?”
“I invited you in no?”
You were sitting down on your bed now, inviting him to take the place next to you, which he gladly accepted.
“Oh do I see some confidence? Its nice to see our C/n so confident”
“Just Y/n is enough right now, Johnny”
“If you say so, pretty boy”
You kept up your confidence but the blush that rapidly spret down from your ears to your neck was evidence for something different.
“So?”
“So ?”
“ How are we doing this, you’re the one who said he is going to teach me. Or you just want to stare?”
Soap couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face, he wouldn’t mind staring at you a little longer. He was head over heals for you and is still barely able to formulate just for himself how down bad he is.
“So you are really fine with it?”
“Yea of course, could have thrown you out a long while ago if I wasn´t”
“You can always say if you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to go to fast”
“To fast? I thought you just gonna teach me how to kiss? Don’t you think you are getting bold now Johnny”, you tried to sound teasing, but Soap looked at you with a serious expression. He extended his hand forward so you can take it.
“I mean it Y/n. No pressure I told you I teach you. And no one ever learned something in one day, let alone be a master at it the same time. And Ghost was not so wrong, I am not a master myself.”
You felt how your nerves got the better of you. Taking Soaps hand, he squeezed it slightly rubbing his thumb over it.
“Okay”
Soap took your face in his palm with his free hand and forced you to keep eye contact with his hold.
“We going to start with simple pecks, nothing special and pretty easy. Just touching lips, you can see how you feel with it.”
You lost the trust in your voice and simply nodded. Soap used his hand on your face to guide you. Helping to tilt your head till your lips touched.
You were stiff like a board not sure what to do, pursing your lips and keeping your eyes shut. It felt weird to kiss someone, but you trusted Soap. You let him guide you, repeating it a few times till you felt more relaxed, you opened your eyes slightly, having direct eye contact with Soap now.
You felt hot, extremely hot. You wanted more but didn’t know how to. So you did what you just learned, you closed the gap. It was a bit helpless, but Soap couldn’t help to smile into it. He kept your head in place and started to lock your lips. You couldn’t help it and placed your arms around his neck, its what felt right.
When you moved apart Soap couldn’t help but start chuckling.
You pouted at him and giving him a questioning look.
“You really are bad this. Its so cute” all of that with the biggest grin on his face, you broke the eye contact and with the position your in, you can only hide in his neck.
“Oh I’m sorry, pretty boy, please don’t be like that”
“You started it”
“Well that’s why I am teaching you, no?”
You gave him silence, thinking about what to say, he started to pet your head with his hand that was on your face, you may look mad but you still held hands and he did not fail to notice that.
“I liked it I’m happy I could be your first.”
“I liked it as well, maybe we continue this. Sometime later?”
“Sure whatever my pretty boy wants”
You snapped your head up, “You are doing that on purpose!”
“What?” he pretended innocence. But the moment got interrupted quite abruptly
“Both of you love idiots, out now, something important just came in. Prices office in 5”
You looked at each other for a moment and then chanted in the same sing sang
“Yes Lieutenant!” not letting go of the other.
Ghost could not decide what is worse, two obvious idiots or the combined power of both these idiots.
#the river flows#my own writing#cod soap#soap x male reader#soap x reader#cod x male reader#cod x reader#fluff#mw2 x male reader
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it hurts to know that i’ll never be enough
i may be pretty, smart and funny
but i’m not pretty enough
i’m not clever enough
i’m not funny enough
i’m simply not good enough
#writing#my own#my own shit#my own writing#my own thoughts#actually mentally ill#mentally unstable#mental health#negativity#self destructive thoughts#self loathing#tw selfhate#never enough#inferiority complex#insecurity#worries#kinda depressing#sorry for being depressing#social anxiety#why am i like this#i hate this#hate myself
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I have been obsessed with Bistro Huddy for a couple days now, and I found this video and... I can't. I can't stop thinking about this with my Poppy ships. I had to write this crack XD
@just-kit-ink and @wicked1will0sparkles I have a feeling this'll get a chuckle out of you guys (for the sake of argument, let's say that Shiny and Poppy do work for the TP from time to time in this fic. Like... Poppy can offer them info about some of the Uptown toon she works with, and Shiny can do all kinds of crimes with them).
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It was a rare, and almost frightening, sight to see the boss smiling. Not in an unnerving way, not in smug pride, but actual genuine joy from another person. It almost never happened. Which was why Greasy knew something had to be up between Smartass and Poppy when he saw the two laughing and drinking coffee side by side in the kitchen.
"Ohhhoho! You really said that??"
"Well 'yea, what else was I gonna say? You 'shoulda seen the look on his mug!" The weasel breathed out a few chuckles before he noticed the new presence and looked up, just in time to see his right hand man smirking at him knowingly. Rolling his eyes and shrugging, Smartass chose to just cut himself off, now that he and Poppy weren't alone anymore, "Alright, I'll tell 'ya what happened next later. Seeya at lunch."
It wasn't lost on Poppy that another person's presence did ruin the mood, but she didn't make any implication about that. She didn't want to hurt the Spaniards' feelings... That and work needed to be done anyway. So she just nodded, "Alright. I should get you the paperwork you need by ten, at the latest."
"Sounds good."
Poppy walked off with her mug and a smile, nodding and offering Greasy a cheery "Bonjour." As she passed him and slipped out the kitchen door. That left him the opportunity to smirk knowingly at his boss, who rolled his eyes in response, "Buen día."
"Shuddap, Grease."
Though 'shutting up' was not on Greasy's plans. Not after what he just witnessed. The weasel took his time grabbing his coffee cup from the cupboard and pouring himself some of the much needed caffeinated liquid, all while keeping eye contact with a Smartass who was ever-increasingly going back to his grumpy persona. This probably wasn't a good idea to poke the bear before he could finish his coffee... But hey, this was what happened when you chuck out the TV the night before, and there was nothing else to entertain your right hand man, "So, I see you and Poppy have a little something going on~"
Usually there would be a tapping foot- or a death glare- or a twitching hand and glancing towards the nearest object that would tell the taller weasel that there was indeed something happening between his boss and their sweet friend. However, Smartass must have been truly exhausted since he just huffed and went back to stirring his coffee, "There ain't 'nothin going on. That's just how a work marriage is
The ear-to-ear grin on Greasy's face fell instantly after that, and looked like his brain was shutting down from attempting to process what Smartass just said. As if he claimed that Bugs Bunny was actually a crcodile, "A... A Work marriage?"
"What?? You 'nevah heard of it??" The hint of jealousy in Greasy's eyes seemed to be lost on the head weasel. He looked more surprised at the thought of him not being aware of the special relationship one could have with their coworkers, "Well I ain't explainin' it-"
"Ohhh no, I know what a work wife is. Because that is what Poppy is to me."
The sip that Smartass had attempted to drink almost got coughed up onto his suit. The pink weasel actually had to set the cup down before he glowrred at the other toon. There was absolutely no way his ears were working right. At least Greasy better hope they weren't, "Excuse you??"
Instead of being intimidated, Greasy just crossed his arms and seemed to take on the challenge instead, "You heard me, boss. If she's work married to anybody in this house, it's me."
"Oh no. Uh-uh bub. She's work married t'me."
"No, Poppy is my work wife."
The two weasels whipped their heads towards the doorway, looking at a just woken, disheveled, feral looking Psycho staring at them like they were the insane ones. And he was sending Greasy in particular a glare that could make any iron-willed man feel weak in the bladder, "You already have Shiny. You can't have Poppy too."
At that, Smartass immediately turned back towards Greasy with his fists on his hips, "Oh! You got that lunatic, but you're over here movin' in on my work gal??"
"MY work wife! Get your own!"
"And who's to say I must limit myself to one beautiful woman, eh?" Greasy glanced between his comrades with a hand to his chest, like he wasn't just getting on Smartass' case for being work married to Poppy, "How is that fair?"
"How is tha- BOY-"
"Actually, I'm Poppy's work husband too."
"WHAT!?"All three looked straight at the smoker, now standing in the doorway and looking like he just made the biggest mistake in his life. Why he thought it was a good idea to say that out loud, who knows. But the smoker just groaned and walked further in the kitchen to grab an apple from the fruit bowl, with Stupid following after him.
"Duh, what's happening here?"
Seeing the big lug of a weasel come in all confused made Greasy and Smartass narrow their eyes at him in suspicion. Psycho on the other hand was too busy growling at an unphased Wheezy, "Estúpido, you better not say you're Poppy's work husband too."
Stupid blinked at his brother and coworker for a moment, before his eyes lit up once he caught up with the topic of discussion, "Huh? Noooo, we're not work married!"
"Good. I don't need'ta deal with yo-"
"She's my work mom!"
The whole room fell silent. Smartass and Greasy glanced to each other before looking at the oblivious Stupid, and even Psycho had paused his confrontation with Wheezy- who was now burying his face in his free hand, "Stu, don't-"
"And Wheezy is my work dad!" The buck toothed toon proclaimed happily as he pointed to the internally dying Wheezy, still blissfully unaware of the tension in the room, "He and Poppy work adopted me! We even got ice cream yesterday!"
...
At that moment, without even looking up from his paw, Wheezy knew his smokes would not be enough emotional support to face these ridiculous weasels, "Ok, guys-"
"YOU STARTED A WORK FAMILY WITH POPPY!?"
"¡Destructor de hogares!"
"Is there ANYBODY in this house NOT puttin' the work moves on her!?"
"I'm not, boss!"
"SHUT UP!"
Breakfast and coffee were on no ones mind now. The entire kitchen was quickly filled with screaming, threats, and proclamations of betrayal. Poor Stupid could only stand there, glancing to his work dad and pleading with his eyes for an answer of what to do. Though all Wheezy would do was suck in as much toxic smoke as he could while he still had the chance. Before Smartass could throw the toaster, or Psycho could pounce on somebody.
The only thing that could break up the whole room was the very rabbit of discussion when she poked her head inside in concern. Her eyes pinned down against her head and her eyes were wide as they darted to each individual in the room, "Uh, g-guys? Is everything-"
"Get outta here while you still can, Pops."
"What do you-"
She just barely managed to contain her shriek when suddenly all four pairs of eyes locked onto her, making her stand straight up at attention. The moment to escape was long gone now, "Guys...?"
A long silence hung in the air as the first three weasels all looked at each other, as if agreeing upon something, then looked right back at Poppy. Stupid scratched under his propeller hat in confusion, and Wheezy closed his eyes to fully enjoy the silence before it would be undoubtedly ruined again.
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"What on Earth- What are you guys talking about?"
Having taken this out to the living room, Poppy was seated on the couch and resisted rubbing her temples. The papers she was working on for Smartass were currently strewn about the coffee table, but all she could focus on were the weasels surrounding her. Wheezy was sitting on her left, not at all wanting to be here either. Smartass was sitting straight up in his own chair, tapping his foot with his arms crossed. Greasy had been trying to sit on Poppy's right, though he kept getting driven off by Psycho who was standing by the couch like a gargoyle. And Stupid was busy getting himself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen now that it wasn't crowded anymore.
If Poppy had been told she was going to be in the middle of a work love triangle- or rectangle in this case- with four of Toontowns biggest criminals four years ago, she would have laughed it off as a joke.
"I don't know how we can make it any clearer, but fine." Smartass huffed out as he leaned forward, almost looking like he was in the middle of one of his business meetings, "These nimrods think you're their work wife. We gotta clear it all up, like usual."
"Smarty-"
"Poppy, it's alright. I know this is all a terrible misunderstanding." Greasy still hadn't managed to slip past Psycho, so he chose to kneel in front of her and take her paw in his hands all dramatic like. He looked like the love interest in one of his novelas, and Poppy just looked so tired, "Just tell these putas that you, Shiny, and I are exclusive. Then we can get back to normal, si?"
"Listen-"
Poppy was once again interrupted, but this time by Psycho as he hopped over the couch just to smack at Greasy's face and hiss like a territorial housecat. The second in command managed to jumo back in time, but that didn't make the lunatic back off, "¿¡Qué carajo!?"
"You go be 'exclusive' with Shiny!"
"Yeah, you shouldn't even be here!"
While the three spiraled into yet another argument, Poppy heaved out a defeated sigh before looking towards the only sane one right now. Their eyes met and, like always, they shared a silent moment of pity and understanding for the other, "Help me."
Although he truly felt sorry for his work wife, and wanted nothing more than to escape this madhouse, there really was nothing Wheezy could do for either of them. All Poppy had to see was his slumped shoulders to know what he was going to say, "I tried, Poppy. You know how they get."
The toon groaned as she gave in and leaned back on the couch to rest her head on the back. Her headache growing with each curse word flung around. Why couldn't these guys just... The bond formed within a stressful and emotionally draining work environment knew no bounds. It couldn't just be contained to one individual. Why couldn't these jerks see that??
Well, at least Wheezy understood it. And Greasy, to an extent... Maybe it was more of a pride thing between him, Psycho and Smartass. If that was the case, then she could get this fixed no prob-
"Alright then. How about a fight?"
Blinking back into the present, and getting over the jarring sudden silence that befell the living room, Poppy turned her head far back enough to see the source of the familiar voice; Shiny standing in the middle of the open front door, with what looked like a crate of her homebrewed alcohol tucked under her arm. The arguing must have been loud enough to cover Shiny coming inside. But either way, her announcing her presence caused the three weasels to actually pause in their bickering, "You guys heard what I said."
Oh god no, "I- Shiny, I don't think that- we don't want that to happen."
The weasel lady just shrugged as she kicked the door closed behind her, taking turns to look each and every one of them in the eye- including Psycho, despite the probability of him taking that as a challenge in the mood he was in now being high. She didn't even bother trying to hide her smirk while placing the moonshine on the nearest syrface as she reiterated, "If you guys want her to choose, why not prove your worthiness and fight for her?
"Shiny, for the love of God, no." Wheezy stated in a firm voice he didn't often use. Glancing to his team, he could see the gears turning in Psycho's and Greasy's heads as they briefly shared a look. Fortunately, though, Smartass at least was currently stuttering out a response in disbelief. Hopefully, that meant the boss' sanity was coming back.
"Too late, Cowboy."
"No! No, not too late! Guys!-"
"You know what?!" Finally. Smartass was being the leader he should have been from the start. Standing up and pointing a finger at the mischievous woman, who just raised an amused brow right back at him, he snapped, "You don't get to come in here and-"
Though he was too late. The time for actual sense in this house had passed. That was made obvious when Smartass was sent flying over his chair and across the room. After a straightjacket clad weasel launched himself right at him. Psycho' battle screech and Smartass' cursing and gun clicking filled the room, and all Greasy did was pull out his switchblade and started cleaning it; preparing himself for war.
Although his expression remained partially neutral, his shaking hands while he lit up his whole pack and jumped right out of his seat showed how absolutely done he was. He wasn't going to bother trying to pull those maniacs away from each other. Not when he didn't even want to make a big deal out of this in the first place, "I'm out."
"PSYCHO NO!" While Wheezy was walking away from the others, Poppy leaped up to her feet with intentions of trying to break up the fight. Though before she could take a step towards the brawl, she was stopped when Shiny placed her well manicured paw on her shoulder. Looking behind her, Poppy watched her shake her head, silently telling her 'it's not worth it, honey', "Shiny!-"
"Let them get it out of their system. They clearly need it, sugar." The woman casually shrugged. The tiny smirk on her lips, though, showed she had more selfish reasons for starting this between them... And that she wasn't going to even try to hide it, "Besides, it's funny how easy they all are. Isn't it?"
"N-No! I can't let my work marriages fall apart!"
"Oh, please. This'll get through to them better than 'sitting down and talking it out' ever would. And you know it." Shiny sighed- not as dramatically as Greasy was renowned for, but there was a hint of drama behind it- before wrapping her arms around the rabbits shoulders and pulling her around and close, making Poppy completely face her now. Good thing, too. As the pencil holder that flew behind Poppy would have hit her in the eye otherwise. Even though Poppy was upset, the look of worry and slight anger towards her was absolutely adorable, and only made Shiny's grin broaden, "Besides, it doesn't really matter in the end. Does it?"
The tiny frown on Poppy's face faltered at that. Though not because she was comprehending how close her best friend was now, "How?"
"'Cause you and I both know that out of everybody here, I'm your true work spouse."
"Oh my god-"
"Hey! I didn't say anything about being the only one! I'm just saying that I'm the matriarch of your little work harem~"
...
Somehow, despite her soured mood, despite the waging three-way war happening just mere feet from them, Shiny still managed to get a smile, and even a little chuckle, out of her. Shaking her head, Poppy decided in that moment to just press her forehead against her favorite lady's crown, and enjoy this tiny moment between them while it could last, "You're terrible."
~
Not paying any mind to the sounds of agony from the three men, or the crashing and breaking of wood, or Smartass' "WHERE'D PSYCHO GET THE LAWN CHAIR!?!?", the dancer just touched noses with her little rabbit and giggled alongside her, "I know~"
While the girls were distracted, Stupid poked his head out of the kitchen doorway to see what was causing so much of a rucus. Crumbs of ceral still unwiped from his lips, "What's going-"
One look at the three feral weasels, a mising Wheezy, and Poppy and Shiny completely forgetting the world around them, Stupid had made probably the smartest decision he ever hsad made in his life at that moment. He quickly and quietly slipped back in the kitchen to finish his food, "Nevermind!"
This got a little genuine Popshine'y at the end of the crack. I don't regret it XD
#my own writing#bistro huddy#WFRR#who framed roger rabbit#my own OC's#ships#OC x Canon#OC x OC#Popshine#Smarty-Pop#Greasypop#Peezy#Pocho#stupid is just here for vibes XD#Poppy#Shiny Weasel#Smartass Weasel#Greasy Weasel#Wheezy Weasel#Psycho Weasel#Stupid Weasel#me?? posting actual writing on my blog???#i feel like the 'he did it' meme XD#crack#psycho legit went 'weak link identified: proceed with necessary action'#i realized at the end that i probably should have made this a reader insert instead of an OC fic so others could enjoy#but i didnt want to re-write it and change it so late.#... So i guess this is my Christmas gift to myself?? xD
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"i need help, its coming out- the head is coming out!!" i cry and open my legs to you, showing you my still closed slit
-bulgingpushh
"Mm-hm." I hardly have to spread your lips to see the dark hair starting to bulge between them. "That was good, that was so good, give me one more just like that, okay?" No. It's not. None of this is okay, but you have no choice as I keep your legs spread wide open on my shoulders. The contraction comes, fast and unrelenting, and you have no choice but to force the head down inside you with all your might. "Good boy, that's it, and again-" Barely even a break between the contractions, you push again almost immediately, screaming loud as you feel the head stretch you wider and wider, barreling it's way out of you utterly beyond your control. "Again." For all your pain, you're rock hard, t-cock stiff and twitching perched at the top of your bulging lips. "Again." Push. Burn. Scream. "Again." More and more, each time your body surges. "One more, baby boy, just one more for me, okay?" You don't have a choice. You let out an ear-splitting shriek as you bear down one more time, forcing the huge, hairy mass of the head to crown in your slit. You try to keep pushing, to just get that head *out* but you feel something block your progress - my hand, cupped firmly over the dome of the head. "There you go, good boy, see how hard you are for me?" It's too much, you're too sensitive right now, but you don't have a choice as you feel my fingers stroking you where you're so stiff and eager. You push again, hard, but none of it makes a difference - you're still crowning the head, you're still screaming and gasping and moaning, you're still totally helpless. "Shhhh, good boy, cum for me now." I keep up a steady rhythm on your needy t-cock, and you feel yourself forced over the edge, shuddering, gasping, crying, and twitching around the huge head still forcing your lips to burn. "That's it, that was so, soooo good for me." You pant softly, glowing faintly with the praise as you come down from your orgasm. "I know you can give me a lot more juuuuust like that, okay? We're going to keep this head right here for a long, loooooong time today." I give you a smile. "And you don't have a choice."
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This is a masterlist for my AB(C)-Day event which ran from nov 1st-10th 2023. All readers are GN. Some of these works are NSFW. Warnings are tagged.
Bleach
Zaraki
Fluff Alphabet - J
Demon Slayer
Suma Uzui
Fluff Alphabet - B
Hero Academia
Keigo Takami
Fluff alphabet - R
Jujutsu kaisen
Choso
Fluff Alphabet - P
Fluff Alphabet - X
Fushiguro Toji
Fluff Alphabet - V
Geto Suguru
Fluff Alphabet - O
Gojo Satoru
General Alphabet - L
General Alphabet - M
Fluff alphabet - H
Smut alphabet - J
Inumaki Toge
Fluff Alphabet - P
Nanami Kento
Fluff Alphabet - L
Fluff Alphabet - R
Smut Alphabet - E
Smut Alphabet - F
Smut alphabet - H
Smut alphabet - S
Smut alphabet - T
Okkotsu Yuta
Fluff alphabet - K
Sukuna
Smut Alphabet - F
Smut Alphabet - W
Naruto
Might Guy
Fluff Alphabet - R
Obito Uchiha
Smut Alphabet - K
One Piece
Hina
Smut Alphabet - N
Kid
Smut Alphabet - E
Law
Fluff Alphabet - E
Smut alphabet - Z
Robin
Smut Alphabet - N
Smut Alphabet - P
Twisted Wonderland
Epel Felmier
Fluff Alphabet - D
Idia Shroud
Fluff Alphabet - F
Fluff alphabet - K
Fluff alphabet - N
Fluff alphabet - V
Leona Kingscholar
Fluff alphabet - M
Fluff alphabet - U
Vil Schoenheit
Fluff alphabet - V
Fluff alphabet - W
#Masterlist#navigation#my own writing#event writing#my writing#jjk#naruto#bleach#hero academia#one piece#twst#demon slayer
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