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nonnieapple · 8 months

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⛈☂ Strings☂⛈

• (Marshall Lee x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 4 2 5 w o r d s • p o s t e d 24.09.2023 🌧 navigation ☔️ SEQUEL • s u m m a r y: marshall likes snooping around, and you like peace and quiet.

The rain fell on the grasslands of Aaa and surrounding areas. The animals in the forests hid under trees, candy citizens ran into bars, and Marshall Lee floated high off the ground.

He floated to the empty Tree House. The willow branches dripped with cold water and glistened like rhinestones. He tapped on the glass. No one answered. Adjusting his jacket and turning invisible, he let himself in, prying the glass up with his claws. It opened with a slight screech. He flew in, shaking the raindrops off his leather jacket.

The water dropped to the wooden ground. He looked up and flinched, turning visible as he was met with a figure on the couch in the kitchen.

They held a left-handed guitar made of bone, decorated with worn stickers. They held a pick shaped like a heart as they strummed out chords of Francis Forver, strumming the e-string angrily each time they messed up, concentrating so hard it was almost intimidating.

Marshall floated above them as he zipped up one of his pockets.

You jolted up, stopped playing, nearly dropped your guitar, and with wide eyes watched as some guy appeared in front of you.

He had mint skin, black hair wet from the rain, black and red eyes you never got used to, and an expression that confused you. Maybe fear, or worry. You screamed, and he did as well. It was Marshall Lee- kind of a friend of a friend with whom you occasionally crossed paths.

Kinda a person you thought was mad cool, but not someone you were close with.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was calm and bordering on deep. You hadn't heard him speak much, and it was startling.

You raised a brow.

"I could ask you the same question!" You jabbed.

He floated down, eyes staring at your instrument.

"Nice guitar." He bent over to inspect it. You pulled away. His tone was between mocking and impressed. Personal space breached, raise the grimace shields.

He was acting quite calm. You were, too. Internally, though, you screamed, your heartbeat wild, hands drumming on your thighs.

"Um... thanks? Did Fionna invite you over?" You changed your posture from a slouch to the straightest and stiffest pose known to Aaa. Even your tone was stiff. You weren't a person who was comfortable with others around, often becoming a robotic, clumsy mess, and you were even worse with people you barely knew. Cool people you barely knew? Instant death.

"Nope."

Your face flashed with concern. Marshall wasn't... malicious, but he was trouble, and glob forbid he dragged you into some antics. Can't a guy practice some guitar on a rainy afternoon?

"As LSP would say, I'm crashing." He shrugged casually.

You strummed your guitar. It was still connected to your demonic amp. The amount of demons you had to fight to get that thing was crazy. But it was worth it. The sound was clear, the controls were precise, and it sounded otherworldly, especially with deadstortion.

He floated near you and nearly stood on his feet. The silence hung in the air as your eyes drifted around the kitchen.

"Mind if I try?" He spoke gently, far more soft compared to his usual sass. It could be something he put on in front of groups of people. Or maybe your deer-in-headlights demeanor was enough to make even him more careful.

Your eyes fell on him and you folded your arms, not before gesturing to the instrument swiftly.

"Uh no, go ahead." You nodded and raised your shoulders, tense.

Marshall scooped it into his arms. It fit great. His long fingers spanned across the frets nicely. He had hands made for playing guitar, and that made you envious. Even with practice, you couldnʼt reach so far. He positioned himself, floating mid-air.

Your face was a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"No pick? Just... fingers?" You raised a brow, the words coming out faster than you thought. He laughed lightly, and you flushed.

"I'm good with them." You choked on air as you sat stiffly, stifling a nervous laugh. If you were flushed before, now all your blood was definitely in your awkward face.

He strummed and his long ears perked up at the sound.

"You're left-handed?" He bit the edges of his black lips, positioning his fingers. He didn't need to take so long doing all that. He was stalling. Curious.

"Not quite. A dragon tore off one of my left fingertips, so I can't hold down the frets without gross pain," You rambled quietly as you rested against the red cushions.

He played what was definitely, unmistakably Misirlou. You had to close your mouth at the speed of his wrist. Looking at that shit was enough to give your wrist a sprain.

He lifted his hands, holding the guitar loosely as he stared in your general direction expectantly. You cleared your throat.

"You seem good at left-handed playing. I've only seen you play right before." Marshall's expression flashed disappointment for a second before returning to a chill one.

"I've had a thousand years to learn, if I couldn't play either, that would be embarrassing." He smiled. Damn, that guitar suited him...

"Same with money... imagine being poor after like a thousand years..." You tapped on the table, lost in thought, partially about vampires, but mostly about a vampire.

"I can't, I own half of Aaa and my mom is the ruler of the Nightosphere. I used to own this Tree House!" He motioned to a part of the tree, and objects lifted to reveal an M carved into it.

"I remember that. I wasn't there but I heard about it." You nodded.

"Guess you've heard a lot about me?" He lifted his brows.

"Quite a- oooh. I get it."

"Get what?" A grin tugged at his lips.

"That wasn't an actual question, was it?" You squinted up with a smug expression.

"Wow. Pretty and smart. Package deal," He said with the perfect delivery- just the right amount of casualness for the line to be missed unless you were paying attention. And you indubitably were; you dearly hoped he didn't notice and you came off as cool and mysterious. Your flush and rigidity betrayed your discomfort.

Marshall passed you your guitar, and you leaned on it with your elbow, brushing hair away from your face as you looked around the room, searching for something interesting.

Dishes. Fridge. Your shaky hands. Paintings. Tree bark. A bug in the corner. Inevitably, your eyes fell back on Marshall. Your attention jumped from his clothes to his hair, to his inhuman features.

"Why are you staring?" You blanched and your expression fell. You met his eyes. If you looked down you'd be even more suspicious.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Your eyes are...." You trailed off. Shit. You weren't looking at his globdamn eyes, but you weren't about to say "Nice cock, bro".

"Horrifying? Demonic?" You swore he floated closer to you. You recoiled, pursing your lips.

"Interesting."

Good save, idiot.

His arrogant little facade faded, replaced by tired disappointment.

"It's also interesting how you're already tall but still float."

He shrugged.

"Alright, I'll bite." He stood on the ground. You finally got a good look at his frame and height, and man was that good look good. Every part of him was long and slim, from his ears to his eyes and fingers, and who else knows what. You slapped yourself internally at the thought.

He sat down next to you, setting his right calf onto his left thigh. He inclined his head.

"Not literally." He flashed the tips of his fangs. He fished a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, turning to you and slicking back his drying hair.

"You want some?"

You grimaced.

"No. and you shouldn't smoke inside. And this shit is bad for your vocal health." The rain still raged on, yet it felt like a calming ambiance when in the comfort of the Tree House.

"Aww, come on. Just once," He beckoned sweetly, nearing your face, feigning demonic puppy eyes. You shook your head. He set them down on the couch, as well as a red lighter. So much of his stuff was red. It was like if you had everything made outta food.

"It's like murder. It's a slippery slope."

You bounced your leg, checking your phone. You scrolled through your notifications. As empty as your heart.

"Sometimes I check my messages and realize just how bitchless I am..."

"Can't relate. I have lots of friends and messages...." He spread his arms over the backboard, gesturing in the air as his eyes wandered. He had a real soulful expression, as though he was speaking of glob itself.

Marshall dropped his arms, sighed, and frowned.

"Okay, yeah, I don't have anyone close to me. Sure I hang out with people but I'm kind of a loner," He admitted quietly, reminiscent of your insecure and anxious tone.

"You saw me earlier. I'm not much of a loner as much as I am a loser..."

"That's where we're different. But together we make a lone loser." He gestured to his unbeating heart, speaking like a damn motivational speaker. You smiled.

"Perfect."

A silence lingered. If not for the raging storm out, you would've heard the caw of a cyclops crow.

The silence turned strange as you made prolonged eye contact. Your proximity sent you into a fever. He didn't have any warmth- it felt like you had stolen all of it at once.

You tore your gaze away, opening up a portal with your pick and putting your guitar in. Marshall's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise.

"Where did that go?!" His voice strained against serenity.

"Uhhh I put it in its case. Between the Nightosphere-" You lifted your hand.

"The Nightosphere?" He interrupted with worry.

"-And the deadworlds. Let me finish." You readjusted yourself, unamused.

"Oh, I'll let you finish alright. Not like that. Are you finished?"

Your mouth was agape.

"You made that a lot worse than it was. Yes, I'm done."

You would never forget the awkwardness that plagued you throughout that whole interaction. It would forever be embedded in your cringing bones.

You browsed on your phone, refreshing your conversation with Fionna. No updates. Not even a bad meme. Sad.

Your arms rested on the table as you set your phone face down. You contemplated making tea.

"Why haven't we talked much before?"

That was a difficult question. You braced yourself as you turned your head to him just a tad.

"Honestly? I was... afraid of you. Not because of the demon vampire thing," You quickly defended yourself.

"That's surprising..." Marshall mumbled.

"Sorry." He raised his arms defensively.

"But because you're... I'm gonna sound stupid." You laid face down and laughed nervously, in sync with the drops hitting the windows.

"I doubt that. You're not Fionna."

The corners of your mouth tilted up, and you shot the vampire a dirty look.

"Shut up!" You laughed hollowly, surprised by his little joke.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

"You're cool, and I thought you were better than interacting with someone like me." The words did sound stupid coming out of your mouth. The thoughts were completely irrational.

"Someone with mutual interests and more to talk about than hacking monsters or angry exes?" He quirked a brow.

"I'm not trying to rationalize it. Also, I have plenty of exes to talk about." You raised your phone.

Marshall's face was practically begging you to not.

"Please don't."

"Fine. You're safe. For now. One was a demon." You glared at a picture of them with you. He peeked over your shoulder.

"That's interesting...."

"You said not to talk about it." You leaned on your palm, feigning disinterest.

"I take it back, come on! Don't leave me hanging," He asked desperately, ghosting his black claws over your now upright back. You shuffled away.

"You'll have to beg-"

Your phone buzzed. You hummed with displeasure, reading the message right away.

"Glob. You gotta go, Fionna will be here soon," You urged as you stood up, straightening out your clothes and stretching as you paced around the room. Marshall paused for a second and decided to stand up.

"You're right. No fun getting caught." He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the window. You watched his movements carefully as he opened up the window, putting his foot on the ledge, and floating, defying gravity.

As he left, you were hit with a lot of. A lot. Just, a lot.

You put the kettle on the stove, sitting on the counter, relaxing, finally.

You had always... wanted to hang out with him, but, damn, you didn't think it'd happen. And he wasn't as intimidating as he came off! You felt all funny inside, still absolutely high off the adrenalin of it all. When you saw him appear it was like your body got restarted.

The water began to boil, and you poked at dry leaves of colorful tea.

You were surprised as Marshall flew back in. You didn't have time to process a thing. He observed you as you lounged with owlish eyes. He picked up his lighter and cigarettes. He hadn't looked away.

"Forgot these." He glanced from the objects to you. He headed for the window again. He hesitated.

"These aren't tobacco, you know."

You raised your brows. He flew out as the front door rattled and Fionna and Cake yelled loudly. You waved to Marshall, only to see that he was gone, and the window was open.

You sat like a statue with a mystified gaze.

The kettle whistled and Fionna waved her hand in front of your face.

Did you fumble or did you fumble hard? Maybe if you had taken the offer, something else would be ha...

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Cake frowned, poking your knee. You moved the kettle and Fionna turned off the stove.

"No, I saw a... yep, saw a ghost. A cool ghost," You replied breathlessly and somewhat robotically as you finally managed to focus on the two. You poured hot water from the kettle into your favorite mug. It had a cat on it. Dropping tea leaves into the water, you watched as the leaves seeped a bright ruby, and swirled with darker, near-black swirls.

Rain still poured outside, albeit it was far calmer than previously. You hoped Marshall was fine.

You held up two more mugs. You smiled awkwardly.

"Anyone want tea?"

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asha-mage · 2 months

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The Seattle Polycule's got nothing on the assholes from Night City.

Consider enlarging for readability- I did my best for the amount of effort this was going to get.

(File under: things I made while procrastinating the final mission in Cyberpunk 2077).

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png-magician · 5 days

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faarkas · 2 years

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a birthday gift from my very lovely and beloved friend @okayolek 💖

#OK I WAS GONNA POST THEM AFTER I GOT THROUGH ALL MY LOVELY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES BUT I CANT WAIT. LOOK AT THEM.#LIKE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHMYYGODDDDDD #They are my grandparents : )#BUT THE DETAILS LIKE OH MY GOSH I'VE BEEN SPOILT. HE HAS MOST GORGEOUS TITS...AND MS VERDE...OOOHHHHHHH JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT HER #ANYWAY. LOSING MY MIND OVER THEM FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER #AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON HOW GORGEOUS THE BACKGROUND IS. this is a most gorgeous wonderful gift olek i've said many thank u's #but truly thank u for taking the time out of ur very busy schedule to surprise me like this 💖💖💖💖#HOW do i even want to tag this.#goro takemura #oc: verde #ocstuff #v x t #v x takemura #AND THE CHEST HAIR...HAND DETAILS...EVEN THE PATTERN ON HER BRA. OK I'LL BE QUIET NOW BUT LIKE. There are many many thoughts in my brain

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asaintellee · 3 months

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warm up hollowking

#identity v #idv fanart #fanart #idv orpheus #orpheus #identity v fanart #mattpheus #idv #idv puppeteer #idv matthias #g/t #chess player x chess piece #idv hollow #i think I'm getting better at drawing these two #hopefully.

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your-name-is-jim · 6 months

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Come on Jim you keep grabbing him like that

Just kiss him already

DAMN

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paperdoll201 · 5 months

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Summary: None this is just pure smut

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‿୨♡ １８＋ＭｉｎｏｒｓＤｎｉ（ｉｓｔｇ）♡୧‿

Marie's body was bent in half over the arm of Jordan’s couch, her fingers gripping tightly onto the cushion as Jordan pounded into her with wild abandon. Her moans and gasps filled the dorm, mixing with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. At this moment, all thoughts and worries disappeared from her mind, replaced with the primal pleasure coursing through her body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh- fuck Jordan!” she exclaimed, her voice raw with need and pleasure. Jordan continued to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips as he rode the wave of ecstasy with her.

Jordan was grunting from behind her, beads of sweat trickled from his forehead as he watched his dick move in and out rapidly from Marie's pussy. He was in a fucking trance. Jordan's face was contorted with pleasure and exertion, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat. His eyes were fixed on Marie's body, watching his own movements with intense focus. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Marie's moans and gasps mixing with Jordan's grunts and exclamations of pleasure. The squelching and wet noises of their bodies moving in unison added to the symphony of their passion. The sound of Marie's squelching pussy was fucking hypnotic to Jordan.

Marie and Jordan were going to a party- well they were supposed to. Jordan had sat on their phone, scrolling through their instagram as they waited for Marie to finish getting ready from their bathroom. But when Marie finally came out, wearing that tight little dress that hugged her body so fucking perfectly- fuck.

“How do I look?” she smiled at them so innocently, giving a small twirl for them. And god- her ass was peaking out a bit from the bottom. Jordan eyes darkened as their eyes raked over her body. They smiled as they made their across the room in three large steps to her before lifting Marie, throwing her over their shoulder. Yeah, they weren’t going to no fucking party tonight.

As the intensity of the moment escalated, Jordan could feel his orgasm building, his hips bucking faster and harder with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto Marie's back, their skin glistening under the dim dorm room light. He could feel her pussy muscles clenching around his dick, urging him on.

"Oh God, Jordan, fuck me, harder," Marie gasped, her voice breathy and pleading. Jordan didn't need a second invitation, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate. Her moaning grew louder, and her body shook with each powerful surge of his hips. Jordan bent down, snaking his arm around Marie's neck and pulling her closer into his embrace. He kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing in a frenzy as they lost themselves in the moment. He was able to fuck her deeper from this new angle

"Oh- ngh oh shit Jordan I can't take it-" Marie gasped between his hard thrusts.

Marie's nails dug into the arm of the couch, her body trembling as she prepared for the impending climax. She could feel the pleasure building within her, her pussy clenching around Jordan's throbbing dick with each intense thrust. Her moans and cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch as the moment of release approached.

"You can take it baby. You've been doing so well for me Marie," Jordan grunted into her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "Take my fucking dick."

Marie's body arched off the couch as Jordan's fingers found her clit, rubbing and teasing it in perfect rhythm with his deep thrusts. The combination of sensations was too much for her to handle, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Jordan, I'm gonna come," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation and pleasure.

"Come for me baby," Jordan growled, his own voice strained with need. He could feel his own release building, but he wanted Marie to come first. He wanted to make her feel good, to show her how much he desired her. He fucked into her harder, hips slapping against Marie's ass ferociously satisfied with the jiggle and the moans it elicited from her. Jordan dropped his arm from around her neck, grabbing both of her wrists with one hand other hand resting on the small of her back as he continued to fuck her from behind.

Marie's breaths were shallow, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt Jordan's every move. With a sharp intake of air, she arched her back, her head falling back to rest against the cool wall. Jordan's hand on her back sent electrifying pulses of pleasure through her, guiding her hips to meet his thrusts with wanton abandon. Jordan's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin in a possessive manner that sent shivers down her spine.

With one final deep thrust and a flick of his fingers against her clit, Marie exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out Jordan's name over and over again. Her pussy tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth as she rode out the intense orgasm.

“There you go baby— fuck you’re so fucking tight.” Jordan groaned at the way Marie clenched even harder at his words. Feeling Marie's body quivering beneath him triggered Jordan's own climax. With a few more hard thrusts, he grunted as he spilled himself inside of her, filling her with his hot seed. They both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, trying to catch their breath after such an intense experience.

After a few moments of silence, Jordan pulled out of Marie, lifting her and wrapping her body around them. She turned to face him, giving him a long passionate kiss as he walked with her to Jordan’s bed. She felt them shift as they lowered her onto their bed, their body becoming smaller in her arms.

Jordan wrapped her arms around Marie’s body, pickering kisses alongside her jaw, over her neck, and down the valley of her breasts. Jordan ran her hands down Marie's body, hands gripping Marie's thighs.

"Good for another round baby?" Jordan grinned at Marie, already making her way down to rest her face in between Marie's thighs.

Jordan didn't wait for an answer, tongue already shoved into Marie sopping cunt, lapping away at their fluids mixed together. Marie moaned in pleasure, her hands tangling in Jordan's hair as she lifted her hips to meet her mouth. Jordan's tongue worked expertly, flicking and swirling around Marie's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, eagerly swallowing Marie’s juices and her cum from her pussy. Marie writhed beneath Jordan's touch, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Oh god, Jordan." Marie whimpered, back arching from the bed.

Jordan continued to devour Marie's wetness, her fingers finding their way inside of her and pumping in and out. Marie's moans turned into screams as the pleasure built up inside of her, almost too much to handle. She was on the edge of release when Jordan suddenly stopped and crawled up Marie's body, kissing her passionately.

“Fuck, why?” Marie whined against their mouth, bucking against them. "I want to sit on your pretty face," Jordan whispered against Marie’s lips before plunging her tongue back into her mouth. Marie could taste herself on Jordan's lips and it only turned her on more. Their bodies pressed together, breaths mingling as they explored each other.

"Yes please, tit on my face" Marie moaned in between kisses. "Please Jordan, I need it"

Jordan grinned against Marie's lips, loving the way she was begging for them. She quickly straddled Marie's face, her wetness dripping onto Marie's waiting tongue. She slowly lowered herself on Marie’s face, clit brushed against her nose. Marie moaned against Jordan's sex, the taste of her driving her wild.

Jordan began riding Marie's face, moving her hips in sync with the movements of Marie's tongue. She grabbed onto the headboard for support, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that flooded through her body. God Marie was always so fucking good at eating Jordan out. The way she moved her tongue against her clit— it was just so perfect.

As Marie continued to devour Jordan's wetness, she reached her hand down to rub her own aching clit. She needed release just as much as Jordan did. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each one driving the other closer and closer to their peak.

With a cry of pleasure, Jordan came first, her body shaking as Marie's tongue worked its magic on her. Marie moaned against Jordan's sex, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her own body. She quickly followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

They collapsed onto the bed beside each other, panting and trying to catch their breaths. After a few moments of silence, Jordan turned to face Marie with a mischievous grin.

"One more time, baby?" Jordan smiled, straddling Marie's waist, slowly grinding her wet pussy on Marie's body.

"Jesus Jordan, fuck it's been over an hour," Marie groaned, raising an arm to cover her eyes. Jordan always had a high sex drive, Jordan made sure Marie knew this on a regular basis because they fucked her on a regular basis. Multiple fucking times a day.

Jordan laughed softly, shaking her head. "I can't help it, baby," Jordan whispered, tracing her fingers over the curves of Marie's body. "I just really love how fucking good you make me feel." Jordan wrapped an arm around Marie's waist, pulling her closer kissing her passionately. "I love how good I can make you feel." Jordan moved her lips to Marie's neck, her lips brushing against Marie's ear as she whispered, "You're mine, and I never want to stop exploring every inch of you."

Marie shivered at Jordan's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. They had been together for a year now, and their love had only grown stronger with time. Nothing in this world compared to the way they felt when they were together, as if they were two halves of the same whole.

Jordan's lips found Marie's again, and their kiss was as passionate before Jordan lined her pussy over Marie's heaving mound, their labia touching, their breaths growing ragged. She grinded her clit into Marie, their wetness blending together as they moved in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jordan groaned, her hands reaching up to massage her own tits. Marie moaned, her nails digging into Jordan's back. Her hips bucked upward, meeting Jordan's with a hunger that took the air from her lungs. The room echoed with the sounds of their fucking, the slickness of their bodies sliding against one another, and the ragged, desperate breaths they exhaled in each other's mouths.

As they continued to grind against each other, Jordan's fingers moving to curl around Marie's clit, their bodies seemed to melt together. Their moans filled the air, punctuated by heavy breaths and slaps of flesh. Jordan smiled as she felt Marie's body tighten around her, her organization reaching its peak.

"Fuck, Jordan," Marie whimpered, her hips bucking wildly beneath Jordan's wonderful touch. "Oh god, I'm close."

Jordan watched as Marie's face flushed, her eyes rolling back into her head. She could feel Marie's pussy convulsing around her fingers, the walls tightening and releasing with each throb.

"I'm coming," Marie gasped, her breaths shallow and fast. "Oh fuck, I'm coming."

Jordan could feel Marie's orgasm wash over her, the heat of Marie's body around her, the intensity of her pleasure radiating through her own. They moved in sync, their bodies joined together, their love and desire for each other palpable in the room.

Jordan continued to grind into Marie, her fingers never leaving her clit. She could feel Marie's cunt convulsing around her as Jordan reached her own orgasm. The scent of their arousal filled the air, mingling with the sound of their breathless moans and the squelching noises of their bodies moving together.

As the intensity of Marie's orgasm ebbed, Jordan slowly pulled her fingers away, their bodies still pressed tightly together. They lay there, panting, sweaty, and spent. Jordan couldn't help but smile as she brushed a lock of hair away from Marie's face, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

"You good babe," Jordan whispered into Marie's ear, leaving kisses on both of Marie's cheeks.

Marie smiled, laughing a bit at the ticklish feeling of Jordan's soft kisses on her face. Marie turned to face her. "I'm great actually" Marie sighed happily, her mind empty from being fucked silly.

Jordan smirked laughing a bit from Marie's expression. They shifted into their male form, dick already half hard again.

"Perfect." Jordan grinned, sitting up on the bed and moving Marie into their lap. "Let's go again!"

"Jordan, no."

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so was gonna drop chapter 3 of Disguise last night but when I went to just read over it again for last-minute edits, half of the fucking chapter was gone???? My dumbass wrote it on Pages on my MacBook and i somehow deleted it? Spent hours trying to find it but its gone soooooooooo there's that.

Had this in my drafts, was gonna drop this in between chapters 3 and 4 of Disguise for funsies but dropping it now in lieu of chapter 3!

Am annoyed but its whatever. Chapter 3 will come out a bit later (or never cause wtf)

I also have another fluffy one-shot that I will drop later today.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE ❤️✨😍

#gen v #marie moreau #limoreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #jordanmarie #jordan x marie #no plot just sm*t #im going insane #im not okay #limoreau fic #gen v jordan #gen v marie

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fereldanwench · 7 months

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YOUR RONIN

johnny called goro YOUR ronin im sdjfkhsdjkfhsjdkfjsdf

#johnny confirmed secret v x takemura shipper lmao #jk jk jk #i missed hideshi my first time so i went back to take a look bc i knew he was there but I DIDNT KNOW JOHNNY SAID THIS #c: goro takemura #c: johnny silverhand #c: hideshi hino #i guess he can have a tag lmao #oc: valerie v powell #ship: goro x valerie #g: cyberpunk 2077 #t: wench games #pl spoilers #goro takemura

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wutwutno1 · 11 days

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Vizzy Nom

Based off of @stormtheskyelf2 's Lizzy headcanon story idea Idea origin: https://www.tumblr.com/stormtheskyelf2/747575904113393664/lizzy-headcanon-anon-btw-you-have-some?source=share Read tags before reading. You have been warned

“Damn purple thing.”

V flew through the bunker halls, looking for Lizzy. Her wings wired softly as the anti-grav engines hummed away, propelling her forward through the cold air.

V felt the cool air rushing past her, making the already naturally cold six inch tall drone feel even colder.

“I will so get her back for this. . .”

V continued with her flight, although she knew she’d have to stop before her engines got too cold to function.

V looked around at the looming pieces of furniture and massive doors rushed past as she flew past them. She found a suitable box to land on and circled back to it. Her peg feet landed on them with a soft click.

V’s wings retracted into her back. V shuddered, feeling the cold metal enter her barely-warm-enough-to-function body. One of the many downsides of being tiny.

V sat on the box and huddled up to herself. V looked around. This hall was full of lockers and posters relating to school and education. V saw a few posters for the prom that was more than a month ago. V scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. They still have those up? These are some lazy worker drones. At least I’m at the school. Lizzy’s class should be ending in a few minutes. I just gotta wait and pray she comes through here.”

As if on cue, the school bell rang, and students began filing out of the classrooms. V watched as each student passed, waiting for her friend to walk past.

V saw Lizzy’s blond hair among the crowd of semi-mindless worker drones. V checked her core temperature, and upon deciding it was safe for her to make the short flight, unfurled her wings and took off. She flew up into the air and began to glide down to Lizzy, targeting her head.

Lizzy felt a something small splat on the back of her head and latch on. Instinctively, she grabbed it. Whatever it was, it felt like an action figure had clung to the back of her head. Lizzy felt it cling to her hand as she brought it to her face to inspect.

V landed in Lizzy’s hair and latched on. She clung to Lizzy's hair, relishing the slight warmth it offered, until someone yanked her away once more. V squeaked reflexively and clung to the hand that tore her away. It was warm. It was nice.

“V?! What are you wearing?!” Lizzy shrieked before changing to a more calm and smug tone, “Also, what happened to you?”

V looked at her outfit. She had ditched her crop-top jacket for an actual winter coat and snow pants since her body could barely keep up with the cold and keep her warm enough to function. V sighed and looked up at Lizzy.

“Old one was too cold. I will literally die wearing anything else.”

V let go of Lizzy’s fingers, not wanting to ruin her image in front of Lizzy.

“As for what happened, Uzi was using her freak powers and shrunk me. She says it was an ‘accident,’ but I think it was on purpose.

Lizzy laughed. Her grip on V loosened until V was just sitting on her flat palm.

“Are you still going to the sleepover?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Well, does my tiny little killer need a lift?”

V blushed slightly at Lizzy calling her her little killer, but it quickly went away.

“I will rip your voice box out of your throat once I’m big again, but yes. I do need a lift.”

“Ha!”

Lizzy and V knew V’s threat wasn’t genuine. V has never followed through with a threat to Lizzy, but it didn’t matter. Lizzy lifted V and placed her on her shoulder. V gladly sat down and leaned on Lizzy’s neck, blushing lightly as she did so.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. I need the warmth. I will literally die without it. This doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.”

Lizzy just chuckled and began walking to her living quarters. . . .

Lizzy arrived and opened the door. Only one other girl arrived and was already sitting on Lizzy’s couch.

Rebecca lazed on Lizzy’s couch waiting for Lizzy to arrive. Once Lizzy did she slowly stood up.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Shut up. Where is everyone else?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Jess is dead, Becky has a virus, and Diane had better things to do.”

“Damn. So just us three, huh?”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lizzy grabbed V off her shoulder and held her in her cupped hands.

“V’s here, even though she’s so tiny.”

V grumbled and crossed her arms while sitting in Lizzy's cupped hands, giving the impression that she was annoyed to be there. Rebecca looked between Lizzy and V. She knew they had a crush on each other, but were unwilling to show it. Rebecca grinned, already formulating plans to get them to confess.

“Alright then. Let's get this party started!”

The girls then went to Lizzy’s room. They started with a few games and a movie. After a few hours, they began to play Truth or Dare. Rebecca knew this was her chance. She just had to set them up perfectly.

Rebecca already had a plan. She had recently learned of vore, and she was going to dare Lizzy to vore v, knowing she wouldn’t do it. Lizzy would then have to confess her feelings for V to explain why she wasn't taking the dare. It was foolproof!

“Okay, that was pretty stupid V. Now then, Lizzy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lizzy said, smugly.

Rebecca grinned. Now was her chance.

“I dare you to vore V!”

Lizzy and V paused. This was unexpected of Rebecca. They both knew what vore was, but they were now thinking that Rebecca was a fan of it.

V laughed while Lizzy blushed. V knew that Lizzy wouldn’t do it, which is why Lizzy’s next words made her oil feel even colder than it already was.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

V jerked her head to face Lizzy, confusion etched on her face.

“Excuse me?”

V yelped as Lizzy’s fingers grabbed her coat hood and lifted her into the air. V kicked and thrashed as Lizzy brought the tiny morsel of a drone to her face.

“It’ll be fine, V. It’s warm in there, I promise.”

Rebecca watched on in horror as Lizzy lifted V above her mouth. Lizzy opened her maw and allowed her warm breath to waft over V, causing the smaller drone to tremble.

“W-wait, Lizzy! C-can’t we talk about this?”

Without a word, Lizzy drops V into her mouth. Lizzy’s jaws snap shut behind V as she felt Lizzy’s soft tongue sink beneath her. V pushed against the roof of Lizzy’s mouth, trying to open her mouth, but Lizzy’s spongy tongue just compressed and sunk more.

Lizzy giggled feeling V wiggle in her mouth. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it. Lizzy did a mental countdown and swallowed, pulling V halfway into her throat. Lizzy could feel V’s legs kicking in her throat. It tickled, but Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn’t fail this dare.

On the second swallow, Lizzy's throat completely engulfed V, dragging her down to her stomach. Lizzy traced V’s descent with her finger, feeling her wiggle all the way down. Lizzy turned back to Rebecca, who had wide hollow eyes and was covering her mouth in a mix of horror and shock.

“What?”

“Y-you actually ate her.”

“What, didn’t think I’d do it?”

“Y-yeah? You were supposed to say no and confess your feelings for V. . .”

*Lizzy blushes and averts her gaze. Her arms instinctively cross over her abdomen.

“F-feelings? For V?”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V was panicking. V kicked and thrashed against the soft spongy walls. It was warm and slimy in Lizzy’s tummy. V couldn’t believe that Lizzy had gone through with the dare.

V looked around the space. The pink glow from LEDs hidden in the folds of the walls illuminated the grey walls that V looked around. V was half submerged in a pink glowing liquid that dripped from the walls. The space was soft and warm. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was panicking and in Lizzy’s stomach, V might have enjoyed it. The walls absorbed all of V’s attempts to escape, making V feel trapped and alone.

Lizzy could feel V’s struggles. Lizzy’s smile widened as she turned to Rebecca.

“I can feel her squirming in there!”

“Y-you can? Um. . . Can I feel?”

Lizzy shrugged and lifted her shirt, and guided Rebecca’s hand to her abdomen. To her shock, Rebecca could feel V’s struggles.

“Oh, wow. . . I can feel her. . . Do you mind if I?”

Rebecca lowers her head and presses her ear to Lizzy’s stomach. Lizzy blushed, but didn’t stop her. Lizzy placed a hand on Rebecca’s head, pressing her softly to the soft fabric that separates her and V.

“Wow, I can actually hear her!”

Rebecca raises her head and looks Lizzy in the eyes.

“So, what are you going to do with her now?”

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering,

“I think I’m going to keep her in there for a while. Come on. Let's watch a movie.”

V felt her world rock as Lizzy stood up and started walking. She grunts in frustration with every bounce of Lizzy’s step.

Rebecca and Lizzy make themselves comfortable on the couch and start to watch a movie. It was a cheesy comedy, but neither drone laughed. Both drones kept the movie on for background noise as they pulled out their phones and started to browse social media.

V had remained still for a good few minutes after Lizzy had sat down. She waited for Lizzy to say or do anything, anything to tell her she wasn’t being forgotten. V got tired of waiting and halfway through the film, started to kick and struggle.

Lizzy noticed V’s kicks and placed her hand over her stomach, gently letting V know she wasn’t being forgotten.

V felt Lizzy’s hand over her and sighed in relief. She decided to try and talk to Lizzy and tell her she wanted out.

“Hey, Lizzy? Can you let me out now?”

Lizzy glanced at her stomach from her phone, hearing V’s voice. She let out a single snicker and smiled, shaking her head.

“In a bit, V. Relax, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Lizzy suddenly felt a sharp jab in her abdomen and doubled over, groaning in pain. V had bit Lizzy’s stomach wall. V’s saliva instantly repaired the little damage she caused, but it happened long enough to give Lizzy a little sting.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you out of there! Just chill for a moment!”

Lizzy stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it. She didn’t want Rebecca, or god forbid, her dad to see her spit out V.

Lizzy braced herself, leaning on the sink and slowly working her stomach and throat to squeeze and push V up. V rose higher and higher in Lizzy's throat before she deposited her in her mouth.

Lizzy grabbed a towel and spit V out into it. She began to dry V off while the smaller drone grumbled.

“Sorry about that. I guess I kept you waiting too long, huh?”

V shuddered. She was cold again. The slime and saliva coating her cooling off rapidly and making her feel colder.

“Thank robo-god Lizzy is drying me off,” V thought.

Lizzy finished drying off V and she placed the tiny drone on the corner of the counter. She crouched down to be eye level with V, watching her tail swish angrily behind her.

“So, um. . . About eating you. . .”

“Were you going to digest me?”

“What?”

Were. you. going. to. digest. Me?”

“N-no! Absolutely not! I don’t even think I can digest!”

“So why did you keep me in your tummy so long?!”

Lizzy blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did enjoy having V inside her. However, Lizzy decided to tell V the truth.

“I guess I just liked having such a hot and cute girl inside my stomach.”

This time, it was V’s turn to blush. She thought that Lizzy liked it, but she didn’t think she’d actually admit it. V especially didn’t think Lizzy would call her hot or cute.

“Y-you think I’m hot? And cute?”

V and Lizzy averted their eyes while shuffling in place. Both were flustered, and both knew the other was too.

“Yeah. . . I do. . .”

“W-well um. . . I guess you’re also. . . hot and… cute. . .”

Both stood there, averting their gaze and occasionally glancing back at the other, not saying a word.

“Do you want to. . .”

“Make this official?”

Lizzy and V stared into each other's eyes, trying to see if the other was faking or wasn’t willing, but finding no unwillingness in each other’s eyes.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

Lizzy offered her hand for V to climb on, which the tiny disassembler accepted. V quickly climbed onto Lizzy’s hand and sat down. Lizzy lifted V to her face and stood up.

“S-so, how about a quick little. . .”

“Okay. . .”

Lizzy brought V up to her mouth but this time, instead of Lizzy’s lips parting, they puckered out, just like V’s. Lizzy planted her lips on V’s face and the drones kissed. V tried to do the same, but it was a little awkward with Lizzy’s libs engulfing V’s entire face.

The two pulled apart and looked at each other with prominent blushes on both of their faces. They were both quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Better wait for you to get big again before doing that again, huh?”

“Agreed!”

They both relaxed and looked into each other's eyes, smiling warmly. Lizzy glanced away for a second to consider her next words. She had a question for V, but she didn’t know how she would feel about it. Lizzy sighed and decided to continue with it anyway.

“So. . . What was it like… inside my stomach?”

V paused. She took on a thoughtful gaze, trying to think of a response.

“It was… nice. It was very warm and soft. . . I liked it. . .”

V was blushing in embarrassment once she finished her statement.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it was nice having you in there. It felt like I was protecting you. I liked having you close like that. . .”

“Would you like to… do that again?” Lizzy whispered under her breath, but V could still hear.

“I um. . . Yes. . .”

Lizzy’s eyes lit up and she smiled, feeling excited. Lizzy was almost shaking in excitement while staring at V, lovingly.

“Honestly though, I’ve heard of this thing called ‘fearplay.’ Would you like to try it out?”

“Whatever floats your boat, hun.”

Lizzy felt like she was melting with how flustered she was at V’s statement. She quickly calmed herself and her tone shifted to better fit the fearplay she was about to perform.

“Okay then. Get ready V.”

Lizzy looked down at V with a wide hungry grin, showing off all her teeth.

“Well, look what we have here. A delectable little treat!”

V giggled and feigned fear.

“Oh no! A big scary monster!”

Lizzy laughed evilly and brought V closer to her jaws.

“Oh yes, I am a big scary monster! And I’m going to eat you!”

“Please don’t eat me!”

Lizzy lowers V and lifts her shirt, exposing her abdomen. She presses V against her stomach and plays a gurgle sound effect.

“I’m gonna eat you. You’re going to go in here! Can you hear it calling for you? Yes, I can tell you’re going to be delicious indeed!”

Lizzy lifts V back to her mouth, opening wide and revealing the dark warm cavern. V can see the little heart-shaped pink LED in the back of Lizzy’s mouth just under her uvula. Pink glowing saliva drips from Lizzy’s mouth, drooling on the poor helpless V.

“I’m gonna eat you, and I’m going to enjoy feeling you struggle helplessly!”

Before V can respond, Lizzy shoves her into her mouth, only V’s tail sticks out of Lizzy’s lips. Lizzy flicks her tongue out and licks the little vial and stinger before slurping it inside. Lizzy manipulates her tongue to turn V around to swallow her pegs first.

Lizzy braces and swallows hard, swallowing V in one gulp. Lizzy licks her lips and pats her stomach affectionately.

“Good luck, morsel! And squirm while you still can!”

Lizzy laughs again before calming down and shifting back to her normal self.

“How was that, V?”

“You definitely need some help! But not bad for your first try!”

Inside Lizzy’s stomach, V shuffles up to one of the stomach walls, getting comfortable in the soft warm space. V smiled, feeling safe and protected despite Lizzy’s earlier words. She knew it was just pretend, so why worry? V closed her eyes and started to enter sleep mode.

Lizzy rubs her abdomen one more time before walking out of the bathroom and joining Rebecca on the couch. The movie was still playing and Rebecca looked up from her phone, turning her head to Lizzy.

“So, how’d it go? And where’s V?”

Lizzy smiled and patted her stomach.

“Let’s just say, your plan to get us to confess our feelings for each other worked.”

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