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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list
☾ @gutsby
☼ Wedded Bliss
⭒ The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.
☾ @samthemarvelfan
☼ Bad Romance
⭒ In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.
☾ @anonymityisfunwriter
☼ Two Sides of the Same Coin
☼ You're Losing Me
⭒ Your fairytale ending is crumbling before your eyes. You don't know how to love someone who can't tell you're dying. You fear you're fading away, begging him to do someone, say something, choose something. You fear he won't be able to resuscitate you this time. This time, he's losing you.
☼ Alone Together
⭒ It was always been you and Bucky, alone together, you'd say. But suddenly, you're just alone.
☾ @pellucid-constellations
☼ For the Love of the Game
⭒ Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
☾ @sinner-as-saint
☼ Tempestuous
⭒ With his kingdom flourishing in peace, and no threats from enemies; recently crowned King - James Buchanan Barnes sets out at sea. With his finest ship, the best crew ever recruited, and a deep desire to see whether the edge of the world truly exists; the King sets sail. Hoping to find the marvels of the ocean, to find beauty and magic even; however he ends up finding a fiery soul – one he cannot get enough of. But then again, no love story is ever perfect, is it?
☼ Ruin
⭒ You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.
☼ A Sweeter Place
⭒ Years after a messy break-up, and now seeking stability, infamous mob boss James Buchanan Barnes finds himself reunited with an old flame of his. Instant guilt and regret wash over him when he finds out that his reckless ways back then, changed an innocent girl’s life forever.
☼ You're No Saint
⭒ Steve and Bucky have been friends since they were young boys. They are inseparable, so naturally when you married Steve you were aware that Bucky came along with him. Every event, every vacation, even as the best man at your wedding - Bucky was always there, alongside you and Steve. He was one of your best friends as well, so you’ve never thought of him in a sexual way, ever. That is until one certain night, when you see something you’re not supposed to and you like it a little too much. You deny your desire towards Bucky, but Steve knows you better than anyone. He knows what you want and need, and he’s determined to fulfil your fantasy; because what his wife wants, she gets.
☼ Run For Your Life
⭒ He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with.
☼ All Yours
⭒ One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting...
☾ @mellowsaturns
☼ In Losing Grip, on Sinking Ships
⭒ when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.
☼ All to Myself
⭒ after bucky finds out why you've been acting up ever since his company's party, he teaches you a lesson and remind you that you're the only one for him
☾ @renxzs
☼ Redemancy
⭒ Maybe it was a bit naive to think moving in with your best friend and long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, was going to be some smooth road that led to an admittance of mutual feelings for one another and a happily-ever-after ending, wrapped up nicely in a bow. Naive indeed; especially when you have to consider the fact that Bucky is the biggest womanizer you know.
☾ @cryptidcasanova
☼ My Devotion
⭒ The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.
☾ @subwaysurf45
☼ She's Not Mad
⭒ Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.
☾ @adrinktostopyourthirst
☼ Sniper
⭒ Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.
☼ Three Hundred
⭒ Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?
☼ Variant
⭒ The chaos of the multiverse is quite literally holding up a mirror to Bucky. Turns out, it's very easy to get under someone's skin when you have a universal connection to them.
☼ Underground
⭒ The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.
☼ One Shot
⭒ Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.
☾ @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
☼ After All This Time
☾ @boxofbonesfic
☼ You're Gonna Give Me Six
☾ @little-miss-dilf-lover
☼ Fifteen Minutes
☾ @ellemj
☼ Bigger Than He Was
⭒ Bucky pretends to be your new man when you run into your ex in public. However, the little act of pretending sparks something inside of him that he didn't know was there.
☼ Strawberries
⭒ Bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. Will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months?
☼ Breathe, Part 2
⭒ Bucky hates the way you take unnecessary risks in the field, the way you're so mesmerizing and yet so hard to work with, and he especially hates the way you get on your knees for him during a dangerous mission. Finding out how pretty you look on your knees is the last thing he needs.
☼ Flustered, part 2
⭒ Bucky seems to thoroughly appreciate all women...except for you. When he finds out one of your weaknesses, he can't help but use it against you, which only makes you hate him more.
☼ Inevitable
⭒ While on a mission with Sam, John Walker, and Bucky, you're the only person exposed to a sex pollen. Bucky sure as hell isn't going to let anyone else take care of you.
☾ @viixenvi
☼ Red
⭒ You work at a strip club and Bucky is a regular. Tonight he specifically asks for you in a private room. You never thought he'd love the color red on you so much.
☾ @ro-is-struggling
☼ Self Care
⭒ Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.
☾ @kinanabinks
☼ Silent Girl
⭒ After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.
☾ @angrythingstarlight
☼ Roommate Bucky
☾ @wkemeup
☼ Cold, Cold Water
⭒ While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive.
☼ Drunk On You
⭒ Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?
☼ Honey and Chamomile
⭒ Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart.
☼ Suburbia
⭒ Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.
☼ Eclipse
⭒ When a mission leaves you empty and broken, Bucky is determined to heal the wounds that linger deeper than the cuts on the surface.
☼ Back to Bourbon Street
⭒ When you’re badly injured on a mission, Bucky works desperately to keep you alive. Only, it might not be enough.
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okay but imagine innocent!reader going to a party with rafe and his friends and getting a little over served!!!
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standing around a makeshift fire pit the guys set up because your short little dress doesn’t help much in keeping you warm. rafe and the guys circle around it too nursing their beers and talking about a bunch of manly topics you have no interest in, until…
“what about truth or dare?” kelce asks and the group enthusiastically agrees. your ears perk up at the idea, and you look up at rafe with your glassy doe eyes jumping up and down a couple times. “can i play too, rafey? love truth or dare!!!” he gives you a kiss on the forehead and a little nod.
the game is going so good at first, except they start take advantage of you as you down more of your fruity drink:(((
“i dare you to try and touch your elbows together.” one of the guys slurs out, and of course you’re determined to do it. you furrow your brows as you struggle to touch the two together, squeezing your hardest as they all watch your tits nearly pop out of your dress.
at first rafe just watches with an amused grin. he knows he has a ten for a girlfriend and he isn’t naive to the fact that all of his friends would pounce on you given the chance. it doesn’t matter that they look because they know damn well they’ll never touch.
“dare you to touch your toes without bending your knees, i heard it’s like… impossible.” topper chimes in with a smirk. rafe shoots him a narrow eyed glance as you bend over. his jaw clenches when you stumble and end up with your back facing the group, pretty pink panties on display as you grunt and eventually reach your toes. “think i did it! did i??”
“yeah, yeah alright. okay. you did it baby.” rafe pulls you back up and wraps his arm around your waist after tugging the hem of your dress back below your ass. you giggle and take another sip of your drink, so proud of yourself for completing such an impossible task.
you were feeling so warm and bubbly you didn’t even think about the fact that none of the others had been doing any dares!!
“i d-dare you,” one of the more drunk guys stammers out and chuckles, stepping closer to you, “to.. to see if you can unbutton.. my pants with y-your teeth.” he and the rest of the guys erupt in a fit of commotion, but rafe isn’t so amused!
“the fuck is wrong with you?” he shoves the guy back roughly, his broad frame towering over him. “huh?”
“cmon rafe it- it wasn’t even like that bro!”
“it wasn’t?” rafe speaks lowly and slowly steps closer as his friend cowers down. you watch with wide eyes as rafe’s hand reaches behind his back and to the waistband of his jeans, his fingers gripping the shiny metal gun he keeps on him. “you do so much as look in her direction the rest of the night..” rafe lets out his signature psychotic chuckle and lets go of the gun, using the same hand to grip his friends collar and pull him so they’re nose to nose. “y’know.. that big fuckin’ forehead you got is damn near beggin’ me to use it for target practice.”
he shoves his friend to the ground and clears his throat, grabbing a new beer from the cooler and cracking the top. he takes a sip and pulls you back into his side, squeezing your hip reassuringly. you beam up at him and he gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
he glances back around to his group, but all of them are silent. the only sound is the wood crackling in the rusty barrel in front of you. “anyone else wanna play?”
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Can you write about Chris Evans goes to a strip club and meet reader, a pole stripper dancer. She gave him her number and hooked up in a random hotel to fuck
What A Girl Wants
A/N: I hope this is what what you wanted! If you liked it let me know. I live for FEEDBACK.
Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V
Chris wasn’t particularly a fan of strip clubs. Sure, he liked looking at girls shake their ass but the idea of throwing dollar bills at some father less girl for it seemed icky to him. None the less, if your best bro wants to go to a strip club for his bachelor party then its bro code rule that you must go.
So here he was, sitting in the corner on a leather bench seat, sipping his beer surveying the scene in front of him. A bunch of girls walking around topless in nothing but a shoelace up their crack. He had to admit he was impressed with the diversity of them all; short, tall, toothpick skinny, voluptuous.
He was pulled out of his thought when the man of the hour, plumped down next to him “Bro get your ass up shows about to start.”
“What show?”
“The pole show… rumour is she’s damn flexible.”
“Far out... whatever.”
Chris followed the group to the table smack bang in front of the main stage. Getting comfortable in his seat with a fresh beer, he stretched out curious to see what’s going happen next.
Freak by Doja Cat started playing over the speaker as the lights dimmed.
A singular spotlight fell over the gold pole in the centre of the curved platform.
And there she was… in an outfit that can only be compared to slutty Jessica Rabbit, the lace bra barely covering her erect nipples, matching red boy shorts curved perfectly around her shapely ass.
She rounded the pole, spinning slowly to the pace of the music. Her calf rounded against the cylinder as she floated above ground. Her eyes landing on his as he instinctively inched closer to the stage. If anyone was looking at him in this moment, he probably looked deranged, tongue peeking out from his pursed lips. The fabric of his jeans tightened as his cock hardened.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get more erotic, she pressed her ass cheeks against the pole letting the cold metal penetrate her hole, slowly as she slid down arms behind her back. Hair falling over her face as she looked directly in his direction. Men cheered and hooted, but he stayed dead silent as he watched her with darkened eyes.
Her thick thighs landed gracefully with a slight ripple in a split causing her tits to almost spill out of her top as she crawled towards the edge in his direction. Her breathing ragged, matching his own. He watched her red shiny lips as she mouthed to him
“Come get a freak like me.” With a small wink only he could of caught.
Fuck. He had to have her.
Once her routine had ended and she had moved off the stage, he was quick to move towards the backstage area.
“Hey buddy you can’t go back here” Quickly stopped by security at the door
“Yeah yeah I know I just want to talk to her.” He tried to shrug the man’s hand off his chest, the one thing preventing him from getting a taste of that delicious pussy.
“So does everyone pal back up.”
“It’s ok Ricky… I know him.” You reassured your trusty security.
You appeared like a vision still in costume but now he could get a better look at your face. Coated in sweat giving you a glowy sheen. He couldn’t wipe the image of how good you’d look on your knees in front of him.
“Hey I’m…” his voice desperate it came out almost as mumble. You had THE Captain America nervous.
“I know what you want.” You slipped your hand in his jean pocket and he immediately froze up unsure of what do with your hand so close to his hardened member.
You pulled out his phone
“Password please.” You gave him an innocent smile as he quickly entered in the code and handed it back to you.
You entered your phone number and put your name in ‘Bunny’ he quickly scanned it.
“Bunny” he smirked at you
“When do you get off, Bunny?”
“In 10.”
“Good I’ll see you in 20 then.” He walked away clutching his phone like it was his most prized possession.
“Hey bro, I feel a little off I’m gonna go back to the hotel but have fun yeah?”
“You’re such a fucking pussy but yeah whatever we’ll probably won’t see you till tomorrow night” the group of men laughed thinking he was missing out on the best night of their lives little did they know he was able to be deep in your glorious pussy.
He gave a fake laugh “Yeah all good see you then.” He quickly exited the club meeting the cold air. Unlocking his phone, he found your number texting you furiously:
“The Lotus. Room 246. Say you’re there to see Steve. Don’t take off the outfit.”
“Done ;)”
He walked towards the hotel, eager to get into his room.
He paced the room with minutes to spare as he heard the knock on the door. Borderline running to answer it he found you in a long coat. He knew what was underneath and he couldn’t wait to rip it off.
You pushed him back onto the bed, slowly you took off your coat, revealing what was now his favourite outfit of all time.
You got on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt eager to release his growing member. You pulled out his large erect cock, studying the bulbous tip already oozing with precum. You immediately pulled it into your mouth swirling around the tip and releasing it from your lips with a pop. Looking him straight in the eyes.
“Jesus Christ” he groaned.
You took notice of the neat red ring of lipstick residue that had formed on his cock. Smiling to yourself.
You then went in taking his whole length down your throat. You intended to make this the sloppiest, dirtiest blow job he’d ever had. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you slurped his length, effortlessly licking and enjoying the taste of his manhood. You were intoxicated but the musty smell of his neatly trimmed bush above the base of his cock in which your nose found a cushion. You palmed his heavy balls in your hand, he groaned as you abandoned his cock for his balls, shoving them both in your mouth letting them feel the inside of your warm mouth. “Fuck yes baby, yeah keep doing that shit.” You stroked his cock while you circled the balls with your tongue. Increasing and decreasing your speed he was on edge unsure of your next move. He moved his hand to the base of your neck, gathering your hair into a pony.
“This ok?”
You let out a weak “uh-huh” the vibration of your approval sending a shiver through his spine. Instantly he pulled hard, fucking your throat. Your eyes started to water as his sheer length penetrated your throat. Your lipstick now smeared around your mouth and mascara dripped down your cheek. Controlling the movement of your head he pulled you off his cock.
“You keep doing that baby I’m gonna cum… on all 4s… now.” You quickly got up, wiping under your eyes, and getting into position. You dared look back to see him undressing, pulling off his shirt.
He caught you shamelessly admiring his chiselled chest “Head. Down.” Following orders, you put your face into the soft pillow. Pulling you front down so your boobs were smooched against the mattress, ass high in the air ready for him to take you.
You felt a pause behind you, unsure of what he was doing until you felt his large hands on your ass smooching your cheeks together then apart, playing with the skin and fat that rolled his hands.
“So beautiful...”
The soft tender moment was interrupted by the sharp slap on your ass. You could feel the red mark forming.
“Do it again.”
“What was that baby?”
“Do it again… daddy.”
“Gosh you learn so quickly… good girl.” Another hard slap landed on your ass.
“We don’t need these.”
He ripped the thin lace from your body, it barely stood a chance against his urgency to have your heat exposed… ready to devour you.
You yearned for his touch and to feel his thick, long member inside of you. Instead, your pussy was met with a warm swipe of his tongue.
He inhaled the scent of your wet cunt already seeping with juices.
“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted Bunny.” His compliments muffled by his tongue deep in your hole. He assaulted your pussy inching around your swollen clit.
His hand came up to give it much needed attention, pinching, and rubbing the aching nib.
“Chris please… I need it.”
“So desperate for me baby.. whats the magic word.”
“Please daddy I want your cock”
“Ok because you asked so nicely”
You felt the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out on your cervix. His patterned thrusts hitting your g spot every time.
The feeling of your velvet pussy walls latching onto his cock was like ecstasy to him. Every thrust was measured and precise to optimise your pleasure.
“God, you feel so good baby… so fucking good Bunny”
Choking out moans into the sheets you were overcome with pleasure as his hands roughly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the thick flesh to give leverage to his raging movements.
You were so close until you felt the sudden emptiness.
You whined raising your head to see what had interrupted your pleasure.
“Get on top I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock”
“He laid down next to you and you position your ass towards his face, sliding your wetness down his chest towards his cock.
He grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance
“Good now sit.”
You leveraged yourself on his thick thighs bouncing up and down on his cock. Overcome by the new angle yet focused on keeping a steady pace to please the man under you.
You gyrated your hips raising yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock.
“God this is the best view” his arms crossed behind his head as he raised his hips up to meet yours with ease increasing the pleasure.
He wet a single digit and snaked his hand around your back massaging the outside of your puckered hole.
“Oh, daddy yeah keep doing that omg”
He readjusted himself, pulling both your weights up as he sat against the headboard. Squeezing your love handles, he gave you the sign to turn around with a slap on your ass.
Your hair was a mess atop of your head as he spun you around to meet him effortlessly.
“Come ‘ere gorgeous”
You leaned downwards to meet his face; his beard wet with your mess as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands travelled up and down your back coaxing you to come closer.
You moved your mouth in rhythm with his, savouring your first kiss.
His mouth travelled down to your jaw, leaving puckered kisses on your neck, sucking lightly on the supple skin more than likely leaving a mark.
Pulling down your bra to free your tits.
His mouth finally landed on your left tip taking the nipple into his mouth, he cupped your breast towards his mouth sucking hungrily. He bit the hard nipple roughly watching as your face contorted from pleasure and pain. Moving his head, making sure to give the other breast equal love and affection.
Your hands pawed through his hair enjoying the friction of his beard against your soft skin.
“Oh baby”
His hands travelled to your ass lifting you just above the head of his cock, letting gravity guide you back down.
Over and over, you bounced up and down on his cock.
“Is this why they call you bunny baby.” He smirked up at you
You looked at him through glazed eyes, smiling at the delicious man beneath you.
“I’m so close daddy”
“Yeah, baby you want to cum?”
“Hmmmm”
“Use your words baby”
“Yes, please daddy”
That was all he needed to grab your waist tighter, ramming into you from below in fast, sudden motions striking your cervix. It wasn’t long until you came undone on his cock, falling into his hard arms, your juices flowing over his cock and on to the sheets below.
“Oh god baby don’t move.”
Your body went limp as he used your wet pussy as a human flesh light. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, grunting incomprehensible sweet nothings in your ear.
Sweat formed on his forehead as his whole body finally relaxed into the sheets, his arms wrapped around your petite body, running his hands along your curves.
“Holy shit” He exhaled
you finally found the energy to lift your head up and look at the beautiful man.
“Was it what you expected?”
“Everything and more” he gave you a weary smile
“Good”
You moved off from him, rolling to the side, preparing to get in the shower and go home. His arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder pulling you back onto the bed and into his arms.
“Ya know you can stay the night if you want” he looked at you earnestly.
“I’d like that”
“Yeah, as long as I get that pussy again in the morning”
“You’ll get a lot more than that Mr Evans.”
With a final peck on your lips, you drifted off to sleep in the lush sheets against his hard chest.
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AHHH FORK‼️‼️
(╯ಊ╰) im not a perv i swear!
I wasn’t sure what you were comfortable writing thats why i said go crazy with it =^= buuut now i know you write smut >:3 i’ll keep that in mind!
However speaking of pervs (^^ゞ
Multiple choice for you! To help fill the master list!
Pervy OM! Brothers or Perv Sahed (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)
Tehehe im so evil >:3
ฅ(• ɪ •)ฅ <- kitty cat
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Bro I'd rather do perv Sahed 'cuz he my fave of them all
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Sahed the perv.
Sahed knows he shouldn't spend time in your personal chamber without your presence, but he couldn't help it. Today was laundry day, and he was just helping out!
He completely ignored the already filled basket with your clothes, instead opting to look through your drawers to look for your pantsies, but then he saw it. A set of lingerie, all black and blue, with blone stripes.
It reminded him of his colors. His blue eyes, his blonde bangs and his black hair. He felt his own breath grow ragged as he panted, fighting with the throught of touching your set or not.
He was a weak man, and imagined your boobs filling the bra instead of the structure of the metal inside of it.
Big mistake. Suddenly, the doorknob twisted, and Sahed jumped outside the window. Fortunately, the chambers were small, so Sahed only had to do two big steps before he jumped outside, and climbed upwards and to the left, where his room was.
Sahed hated himself. He hated himself that he brought your set with him. His hands couldn't let go after the satin fabric of the set, and without opening his hands, he managed to climb into his room, where he panted.
He sighed before he groaned as he sat up. So did his boner as he whimpered, but when he opened his hands, he loved himself and would just pat himself on the shoulder proudly.
That was, until you demanded a raid for every male's room because someone stole your lingerie set. He reluctingly brought it back with magic, but not before touchinf himself before handing it back anonymously.
it had some stains and you looked at the set in confusion.
...
It was a hot day today, and the circus rested near the beach for the people to have a nice beach day. That also meant that you'd be wearing that new swimsuit you've been bragging to rainah the other day, and Sahed was, well, excited.
And...he couldn't really hide his boner except sucking in his legs and when you looked at him with a raised brow, asking him if he'd like to go to the water with you, he only shook his head with a charming smile of his. "Wanna enjoy the hot sun on my skin, doll."
"But you're crouching underneath the umbrella, Sahed..", you muttered before you shrugged your shoulders and went away, effectively hurting his dick as he got a nice view of your ass and legs as you waded into the soft water.
When you came back, Sahed was still resting on his stool as he let himself get a bit tanner. You looked at the food before your hand came in contact with a light blue ice stick.
You took it into your mouth and Sahed looked at you through his sunglasses. It didn't help that all the people were eating in front of him, you sideways in front of him as you sucked and licked at the cool and sweet stick, and Sahed grit his teeth in jealousy as he glared at the treat which went in and out of your wet cavern.
He subconsciously flinched when you suddenly bit off half of it. Luckily, you mistook his reaction to having a jump scare in his dream.
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Sahed can't help but look down at your body whenever you speak to him, because you never wear shirts or bouses which don't show your cleavages. So, he enjoys your two mounds pressed together when you hug his arm in excitement when you wan tot show him something, or when you look up at him.
you don't know that he's looking further down on your body than you think because of his three eyes, but Sahed knows where he's looking, and that's the only time where he's shameless.
He's basically having a staring contest with your tits as you ramble to him about something, and he always responds with "uh-huh", "oh no" and "that's nice" (probably at your boobies, perv😒)
and when you think he does, he just goes: "whaaaa? I'd never do that, my love." like yes you do Sahed stfu.
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Okay that's all that I could come up with at the moment, and I've barely took half an hour to write this!
Read you in the next post!
#marionetta#marionetta x reader#sahed x reader#julia x reader#sahed x julia smut#sahed x julia fluff#sahed smut#sahed is just a big babygirl#I wanna give Sahed all the kithes in the world#sahed x you#sahed#sahed marionetta#sahed is such a handsome guy#julia smut#sahed smut#sahed the perv
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quark watches star trek season 2 episode 19 (CW: firearms)
mccoy is a fucking nerd. lets look for Organisms
"quite like earth" looks like it too. wonder where they filmed it.
kirk is appalled to see that the aliens have reached the stone age
the fact that this episode is called "a private little war" makes me think that this gonna be about the cold war so heres my prediction: the soviets- i mean the klingons upgraded this alien society to be good at fighting and now the united states- i mean federation has to fight them and make them be nice
yeah kirk dont shoot the natives that have literally done nothing to you
/he throws a rock instead/
why do these guys have guns. who gave them guns. who am i kidding it was the klingons
obvious stage fall is hilarious
spock gets shot and all kirk can worry about is his space gun
aight bye
"his heart is where his liver should be" should be?? should be??? stfu mccoy
the klingons? noooo waaaayyyyyy
kirk is worried about his space boyfriend
whaaaaat you mean the klingons have interfered with a foreign society as a proxy to harm the federation without technically breaking their peace treaty?
cmon guys havent you learned the show structure by now. his intuition is always right all the time
"he'll live or die, jim" yes that is often the case
this is the kirk has anxiety episode
i want to gnaw on kirks neck like a dog toy. in like a sexy way
kirk? violating orders? wow
kirks got his tits AND his guns out. thank u star trek i love u star trek
kirk baps mccoys boob
space yeti jumpscare
space yeti evidently wants to gnaw on kirks neck as much as i do
its dead now
kirks been poisoned :(
"kirk is right about the people here" woah kirk was right? so weird how kirk was right
rare episode in which mccoy is the mvp
sexy murderess alien
this girl is brainwashing this dude into being horny for her i guess
kirks under a massive furry blanket. i want to be him rn. not poisoned and dying but under a massive furry blanket
hes so cozy
is this girl gonna brainwash kirk
were sexualizing kirk again
/slaps your boob/
this is straighter than straight sex
oh my god this is the horniest healing session ive ever fucking seen
kirks fine now
mccoy strokes kirks boob
"he is mine now" woah shes evil? crazy
through alien magic we can make malewives of you all
motif of domination in this episode. even in the b plot. normal tv show
this episode is extremely horny and extremely about the cold war in ways that are completely unrelated
"killing is stupid and useless" - dr leanord mccoy
metal gear solid ass stealth sequence
wow this is just like minecraft
pesky space ringtone, giving away our location
uh oh. methinks they just broke the treaty
they werent lying this war sure is private and little
spock demands nurse lady to hit him. weve covered 3/4 of the letters in bdsm. all thats left is bondage.
were teaching the aliens to shoot guns so they can fight the klingon-upgraded aliens. this could not be more about the cold war
THIS ISNT EVEN A METAPHOR ANYMORE KIRK IS DIRECTLY COMPARING THIS TO THE COLD WAR
i know that kirk is brainwashed because hes advocating for war
this isnt the first time kirks been brainwashed into being horny and im certain it wont be the last
dont break the bro code kirk
kirk broke the bro code :/
space yeti... 2!!
Helpless Woman Flailing
she took kirks space gun and shes not even using it right
star trek be normal about women please
Were All Fighting Now
literally just this image
lot of brown in this episode. pretty boring visual design
so. are you deciding not to arm the space proxy war, or are you just sad that you have to
thats it??? thats the episode?????
what was this even trying to say. i know its propaganda but what KIND
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Chapter 149 Expert Review Time
Hey gamers what’s up time for another CHAPTER 👏 REVIEW 👏
It was looking kinda bleak last time for pretty much everyone so I’m hoping things improved this time around, but it seems Murata and ONE are kinda going through their “I’m going to put my characters through the MOST” phase so… that feels unlikely. But nevertheless… still excited to see my favorite boys.
The 10000th Psychic Sister cover. Murata, I’m begging you. There’s literally like 30 other characters to choose from. I know you like drawing boobs but imma need you to put the pencil down for a minute and take a walk because this just ain’t IT.
“Summer is coming” it is July. Summer has been here for ten years. I’m so fucking hot all the time. Everything has been evaporated out of me and I’m literally a raisin.
The Psychic Sisters covers are just so devoid of life a lot of the time… I wouldn’t mind if it was them fighting or engaging in everyday activities but when they’re posed for the camera and deliberately placed there to look sexy it just sucks all the human out of them. The cover/splash page is a great chance to show characters in a new light!!! It’s mostly set away from the story so you can do whatever you want! Choosing to make 80 fanservice covers is just wasted opportunity for what could be additional character development. It’s gotten to a point where even the smegma-slinging bitchboys on Reddit are complaining about the excessive sexy covers…. When PussySlayer384756 complains that there’s too much tittage being shown, that’s how you KNOW we’ve got a problem. Now, idk how the fan climate is in Japan but I can’t imagine they’re feeling much different over there either.
Also, her anatomy is… janky. Her tit is bigger than her head, her belly is too long, and she’s got like 4 spare ribs. Like, I’m by no means an art expert but it doesn’t take a chef to know the soup is shit, you know what I mean? I feel like page after page of Murata drawing obscene muscle men has made him rusty on what should be (somewhat) normal-looking people.
Darkshine learns what TRUE peak male performance looks like.
You’ve gotta wonder how Darkshine even got to the S-Class to begin with when he pussies out of nearly every single fight… except the one where the opponent was literal water. Everyone says that he just joined the association for additional validation, and I believe it… this boy is not cut out for actual hero-ing. 99% Of the time HE’S the one who needs a hero.
It kinda bothers me how useless he’s been post-Garou fight, especially when we spent like an entire chapter trying to console his ass. I get that’s part of his character and development… but it’s begun to slow things down. We get it. We don’t need to see him be insecure every time a new enemy pops up. One was enough. We would’ve gotten the same effect if he just sat out the entire time post-consolation, because everything that’s happened to him on the surface has been kinda redundant.
Here comes the boooyyy 🎶🎶
Nice callback. I’m glad Metal Bat is finally here. Bitch runs slow as fuck.
It’s nice to see him act on his own agency instead of orders from the hero association. He’s clearly much happier when helping out on his own accord, and has a ton of initiative too. The chapter he got with just he and King meeting up and slingshotting themselves to the fight was really a breath of fresh air from all of the fighting. It’s moments like these where ONE remembers that people like OPM for the characters, and not necessarily the pretty action sequences. I really like this duo. I like Metal Bat. I like it when they’re given time to be themselves and not just vessels for the next fight scene.
I know I said I wanted the heroes to die but Murata I’m begging you please don’t kill the child. You can kill Puri, though. I hate that fucker.
Child Emperor regularly visiting and eating with Bofoi even despite being his lab assistant would be a lot cuter if Bofoi wasn’t the human equivalent to a dog turd. I might’ve overstated that… seems like Bofoi is just using him as an errand boy. The clear lack of respect he has for CE is very indicative of his character and is not necessarily a bad thing plot-wise, but I would still like to beat him with a cane. Additionally, it’s clear that he’s not going to help the heroes here. At least, I don’t think so. His “fuck them kids” attitude seems to be a pretty big pillar in the building of his character and I doubt ONE would jeopardize that just because he’s written himself into a corner. Oh, well. We’ll see.
It’s very sweet that even when near death, CE still thinks of Zombieman. Aaaaghh it’s so GOOD when the characters actually LIKE each other. I know realistically not everyone is gonna be friends but man… it would be a lot cooler if we got more insight on their chemistry. Pleaz have more Metal Bat-and-King-esque chapters. I wanna see how everyone gets along.
Also, the concept of Puri just manifesting drilling powers and carving through solid rock with nothing else but pure strength and determination is so funny. A little convenient, sure, but I really don’t care because it’s actually done well. Their reunion scene is hilarious. More stuff like this pleaz….
I don’t even know what to say about Genos here. Dude, I know you made an oath to protect Tatsumaki or whatever, but there’s no shame in a good bail. You can’t even bail anymore because your damn legs are gone. See, this is what happens when you make promises. The secret to keeping your legs intact is doing the bare minimum. Hope this helps ❤️
He’s making a valiant effort but… I’m afraid he just ain’t gonna do much while roleplaying as a worm. Maybe he’ll make a chrysalis and come out as a butterfly. Wait, that’s caterpillars. Fuck. TATSUMAKI IS A GONER, BRO. WE NEED YOU TO BE THE DEUTERAGONIST!! IF YOU DIE WE LOSE 70% OF MERCH SALES NOOOOOOOO
Local man has a heart attack in front of thousands of little monsters and somehow saves the world, more at 5.
King I’m begging you please get that shit checked out that’s not NORMAL.
Yeah, I like this conclusion. Very tasteful cliffhanger. I mean we know King ain’t gonna do shit but SOMEHOW black sperm is gonna get punted like the little cumstain he is. Can’t wait to see the events that unfold next chapter… it seems like every scene that involves King turns out to be really funny and I’m super looking forward to black sperm seeing Jesus.
Also, a little off-topic but I just really like the way Murata inked his pants. Got a real comic book feel to it. I mean, he’s just really good at drawing clothes overall (save for Fubuki’s body-tight dress that is 100% not how women’s clothing works but I digress). Fucker understands fabric physics like I understand how to make a bomb ass chicken parm. I respect it.
In conclusion, lower everyone’s expectations of you and you might get to keep your arms and legs. This has been Life Lessons from Forrest. You now owe me 50$.
#one punch man#opm#zombieman#metal bat#child emperor#king#manga spoilers#I mean not really it’s been out for like two weeks now (I think)#Genos#Tatsumaki#puri puri prisoner#meta
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hyung line reaction to s/o with big tiddies (m)
Pairing: Seokjin x female reader, Yoongi x female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x female reader
Rating: 18+, M(mature)
Genre: established relationship, fluff?, smut
Warnings: lots of nipple play, nipple piercings, unprotected sex (pls play it safe bro), hickeys.
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary/ Request: “Could I request a reaction to a big tiddie gf. Can be either fluffy or smutty. Maknae or hyung line. Please and thank you.”
A/N: Hello, this is my first reaction/ request (yay). Thank you to the anonnie who sent this request, I had fun writing it. Maknae line is next if anyone is interested. Huge thank you to @dontaskshhhhh and @sugarly-laysa for hyping me up with my crazy ideas. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated :)
Seokjin
Button by button, you were putting on the shirt that your beloved boyfriend, Seokjin, had bought for you on your birthday. Every single button had closed until you reached your boobs. Sighing, you gave up and dropped your body on the bed.
“Baby? Are you ready?” Seokjin called out for you as he rested his body on the door of your shared bedroom. Bringing your gaze from your failed attempt to button your blouse to his face, you pouted and let your back hit the bed.
“You know, we can just stay at home if you’re gonna be teasing me baby.” Seokjin spoke slowly as he pushed his body from the door and made his way over your body.
He kneeled on the floor right in front of your body and left lingering kisses from your calves to your inner thighs. From your inner thighs to the exposed flesh of your breasts. He lingered longer on your breasts, he wouldn’t vocalize it very often but you knew he loved your breasts a lot.
Seokjin moved his lips to your neck and left blooming petals of his love until he was satisfied with it. He trailed his lips right above your ear and spoke softly.
“Baby, you’re so perfect for me.” His hands unbuttoned your blouse as he kissed you passionately. Once your chest was free of the blouse, Seokjin’s hands felt every inch of your body. His hands left a burning sensation on your skin.
They left your skin slightly to release the undergarment that obstructed his view on your perked nipples. Breath hitching at the cold air hitting your warm body, your boyfriend immediately latched his mouth onto your nipple. He switched from sucking to teasing your bud with his pointed tongue.
“These were made for me, you were made for me baby. So so perfect.” He peppered more open mouthed kisses along your breasts making sure you felt all the love he poured out. Seokjin made sure you felt every ounce of his love for you at any given moment.
Yoongi
Yoongi never missed an opportunity to let you know how much he adored your body. Whether it was if you were under him or above him like now. He adored the way you rode him with such passion. He could never decide on what to focus on.
He loved the way your eyes closed as you rode his thick cock. He loved the way you rolled your hips against his, causing him to go deeper in your heat. But most importantly, Yoongi’s cock grew harder at the sight of your full breasts right in front of him.
Everytime you bounced on his cock, made him lose every bit of self restraint he had on himself. He always wanted to let you enjoy being on top of him but he wanted nothing more than to suck your nipples.
One particular thrust of Yoongi’s hips made you whimper and arch your back causing your full breasts to be in his face. Growling, all the self restraint he had left his body and he wrapped his arms around your body as he thrusted up into your slick heat.
You whimpered as he harshly sucked your nipples and fanned his warm breath over them. Every thrust, every suck pushed you closer to the edge. Yoongi’s hold on your body left you no space to squirm as your body was filled with intense pleasure. Seeing you is such pleasure brought him closer to the edge.
His hips never faltered in pace, so determined to make you orgasm first. He enjoyed every single sound that escaped your lips, every single twitch your body made as he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm triggered his and he rode both of you through your euphoric highs. Yoongi’s tongue soothed your puffy nipples once you both calmed down and he flashed a toothy grin at your whines from over sensitivity. He adored you like this.
Hoseok
Waking up at three in the morning was not your type of thing but waking up horny at three in the morning with your boyfriend’s morning wood pressed against your ass was more delightful. You moved your hips back against him to wake him up. Thankfully, he rutted against your ass.
“So early baby?” Hoseok’s husky morning voice taunted right on your ear as his hands moved to your round breasts and grinded against you harder.
“Such perfect tits for me princess.” His words caused your arousal to dampen your panties.
“All for you Seokie.” You moaned out as he turned your body around and rested above yours.
“Need you now princess, show me those round tits of yours.” He slid off the boxers from his body. One hand pumped his hard length while the other moved your panties to the side. Seeing how slick you were, he wasted no more time and slid right into you.
He waited for a few seconds so you could adjust to his length buried deep inside your heat before he picked up his thrusts. Very eager to knock you both over the peak of pleasure. Hoseok admired the sight of your full breasts moving along with his thrusts.
Knowing well his eyes were on your breasts, your fingertips played with your nipples. You switched in between fondling them and pinching your nipples. The sight alone caused him to release inside of you. Seeing your boyfriend reaching his climax caused you to reach a blissful state.
“I love you so much princess. Let’s go back to sleep, I’ll take care of us when we wake up, okay?” Hoseok dropped his body right next to yours and pulled you to his chest once you nodded.
“I love you too Seokie.” You let your body rest immediately knowing this was not the only round for the day.
Namjoon
It has been a long time since you’ve been completely bare in front of your boyfriend, Namjoon. Never to be the pushy one, he’s always respected your decision no matter what. He always wanted to make sure that you knew that he loved all of you. Especially your full breasts.
His large hands always lingered on them longer. Not that you minded at all. You just didn’t want to let him know what his surprise was. A few months ago, you had gotten your nipples pierced and they had healed up quite nicely. You decided to get them done after you had asked him his thoughts about piercings. When he had revealed to you that he always found them hot, you wanted to spice things up a tad bit.
So here you were nervously standing right in front of your boyfriend.
“Joonie, I have to show you something.” You could not meet his eyes in fear of him reading you like he always does.
“Yes baby? Is everything okay?” Namjoon sat up on the mattress and scooted so you were in between his legs. His hand lifted your chin so he could look right into your eyes. His eyes softened as he read your nervousness and offered you a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, everythings okay. Just need to show you something.” He nodded at your words. You took one last deep breath as your fingertips grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it off your body.
Namjoon’s face was full of confusion until the shiny metal was visible. He visibly gulped and his tongue prodded his full lips.
“Baby, I- does it- fuck baby.” He felt frustrated that he couldn’t form a single coherent sentence but the tightening of his pants confirmed he was more than happy.
“You can touch Joonie and no, it doesn’t hurt.” Not wasting any time, he pulled you closer to him from the back of your thighs. His hands immediately trailed over your behind to your full breasts. His eyes examined the piercings and how well they suited you.
“So perfect baby. So round and full for me.” His thumbs played with your peaked buds before he prodded his pointed tongue to replace one of his thumbs. His tongue toyed with the metal bar before giving a gentle suck. You tried to hold back the sounds but once you made eye contact with Namjoon’s mischievous eyes, you knew you were in for a long night.
#hyung line smut#bts smut#seokjin smut#yoongi smut#hoseok smut#namjoon smut#bts smut reactions#bts reactions#hyung line smut reactions#seokjin x reader#yoongi x reader#hoseok x reader#namjoon x reader#kim seokjin smut#min yoongi smut#jung hoseok smut#kim namjoon smut#bts imagines#hyung smut
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Characters: Osamu
Time period: aged up! Osamu
Warnings: smut, 18+, slight degradation, slight praise, slight hair pulling, fingering, giving head, intercourse
Word count: Around 1.6k
Genre: Smut
Gender: Fem/Male/Gen
Synopsis: Sometimes one twin isn’t enough. That’s where, Osamu Miya, you’re boyfriends twin brother comes into play without Atsumu knowing. He’s not hard to convince in your defence
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Miya Osamu:
“W-we shouldn’t be doing this” Osamu grunted as Y/N worked her way down the buttons of his shirt, “it’s not right.” Pulling the shirt off Osamu’s sweaty body Y/N licked her lips in delight, “it’s not like anyone will know.. you won’t tell, right Osamu?”
The pout that settled across Y/N’s lips, with her black bralette strap falling from her shoulder, in her little skirt, sends jolts down Osamu’s spine; causing him to gulp in anticipation. Running her hands down to Osamu’s belt buckle, Y/N grips it and rests back on his thighs, “you can keep secrets, can’t you?”
Swallowing once more Osamu plants his hands on Y/N’s hips, breathing in a silent shaky breath. “The real question,” Osamu roughly pulls Y/N on his lap, his forming bulge pressing against her thin thong, “is if you can keep quiet.”
Wrapping her arms around Osamu’s neck, Y/N brought her self closer, slightly grinding on Osamu’s crotch; earning a muffled groan. “Is that a challenge?” Specks of amusement and pure lust reflected in Y/N’s eyes, daring Osamu to advance in his statement.
Roughing gripping Y/N’s hips, Osamu bucked his hips slightly. Harshly grinding into Y/N’s dampening underwear, and creating friction against his now hardened, covered member; making Y/N whimper and press her face into Osamu’s neck, biting lightly. “Depends how you take it sweetheart,” sliding his hands down Y/N’s hips and to her thighs, Osamu slips his hands under her skirt, tightly squeezing Y/N’s ass.
Whispering hotly into Osamu’s ear, Y/N tugs on Osamu’s grey locks, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we, sweetheart.” The mocking tone in her voice sends Osamu over the edge as he roughly kisses Y/N, eliciting a loud moan of satisfaction.
Without wasting time, Osamu slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, saliva mixing between each harsh tussle. Moans and saliva passed into each other’s mouths, Y/N’s hands tugging harder on Osamu’s hair. Pulling apart a string of saliva connected the two before behind broken by Osamu.
Roaming his hands back up Y/N’s body, Osamu hastily rips the top over her head; chucking it somewhere in Atsumu’s room, for it to be long forgotten.
Dipping his head Osamu pressed his face into Y/N’s breasts; taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Having Osamu swirl his tongue around one and tweaking the other with his hand, Y/N clenched her thighs together.
Forcefully spreading Y/N’s legs, Osamu ghosted two of his fingers over Y/N’s covered heat, adding slight pressure to hear her whimper.
Sliding Y/N’s thong out the way, Osamu coated his middle and ring finger in Y/Ns slick, pulling away from her perky nipple. “Already this wet and I haven’t even done anything, that’s dirty baby,” the change of tone in Osamu’s husky voice has Y/N clenching around nothing, “clenching from just my words? You really are a dirty whore.”
Before Y/N could protest, Osamu slowly inserted two fingers, barely giving Y/N time to prepare for the stretch, “H-hey! Could of gave me some warning,” a moan cut her off as Osamu slowly pumped his fingers, Y/N’s slick squelching at every movement. “I don’t think you’re in the position to complain,” the smirk is apparent in Osamu’s voice as he hoists Y/N up to have better access; speeding his fingers up immensely.
“Oh fuck- ‘Samu!” Moan after moan tumbled out of Y/N’s mouth, “oh~ right there- yes yes!” Osamu’s other hand left Y/N’s chest and his thumb rubbed fast circles against Y/N’s clit. Whimpers came from Y/N’s mouth, “oh fuck ‘Samu- I’m cumming, I’m Cumming!” With Y/N breathing heavily, and coming down from her high, Osamu smirks lazily, “look who’s loud now.”
Gripping Osamu’s shoulders tightly, Y/N pushed him backwards, landing on his back on Atsumu’s bed, “Can’t have you do all the teasing now can I?” Trailing her hands down Osamu’s slightly toned chest, Y/N bit her lip and gripped Osamu’s belt buckle once again.
“A sense of Deja vu?” The rhetorical question was left on deaf ears and the sound of metal clinking and zips being pulled, heard as Y/N hastily untied Osamu’s belt and unzipped his trousers.
“Eager are we?” Grumbling to herself, Y/N slightly scoffs, face flushed and sweet forming, “just shut up and help me take your pants off.” “Yes ma’am~” The teasing edge to Osamu’s words was completely different to his normal personality.
Osamu quickly chucked his trousers off, and Y/N sits him on the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs. “Ever had a blow job?” The question seems some what of curiosity, but there’s an underline of mocking. Running his hands through Y/N’s hair, Osamu gets a firm grip and makes Y/N look up at him, “I’ve had my fair few, let’s hope you live up to my standards, you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”
Osamu’s voice made Y/N clench around air as she scoffed and pulled Osamu’s boxers down, his rock hard dick springing up. “Don’t ogle too much baby, it still needs to be sucked,” Osamu tugging on her hair, bringing Y/N’s attention to the task at hand.
Ignoring his comment, Y/N spat on the head and spread it slowly over Osamu’s cock, causing him to groan slightly. After a few more sensual strokes, Y/N starts to suck on the top of his dick, earning a hiss and a whisper of “fuck” to be heard from Osamu.
Wrapping her plum lips over Osamu’s dick, Y/N slowly took his member to the back of her throat, going as far as she could, before slowly rising again. Repeating the action, Y/N traced her tongue over the bulging vain at the bottom of Osamu’s shaft, slightly grazing her teeth. “Playing dirty are ya,” Osamu threw his head back. Y/N swallowed before taking him back deeper, jerking what she couldn’t fit.
Osamu wasn’t exactly small.
The tightened grip on Y/N’s hair, and the choked curses that came from Osamu alerted Y/N that he was close. Speeding up, Osamu had Y/N’s hair in a vice grip, bucking his hips to meet her mouth; desperate for his release.
A choked moan of Y/N’s name came from Osamu’s lips, pushing Y/N’s head all the way to the base of his dick, causing tears to form in Y/N’s eyes. Thick bundles of cum shot into Y/N’s mouth with 4 rough spurts.
Catching his breath, Osamu let go of Y/N’s hair, letting her come up for air. Watching Y/N swallow his cum, caused his dick to harden again, longing to be stuffed balls deep into Y/N’s heat.
After licking the last of Osamu’s cum from her lips, Y/N stood up; resting her arms across Osamu’s shoulders. “So how was that?~ Best you ever had I bet-“ Osamu flipped them over, hovering over Y/N’s half dressed form, both of them breathing heavily.
Smacking his lips against Y/N’s the taste of himself on Y/N’s tongue sent arousal straight to his solid member. Ridding himself and Y/N of their last articles of clothing, Osamu pulled away from the kiss.
“Condom?” The words fall from Osamu’s mouth as effortlessly as they fall from Y/N’s, “on the pill”.
Prodding his tip at Y/N’s entrance, Y/N shudders, “don’t go chickening out on me now, Osamu~ we’re way too far to go back now, darling.” The same mocking tone found its way into her words, darkening Osamu’s eyes. “Save your words for Atsumu’s limp dick,” were Osamu’s last words before slamming into Y/N, completely sheathing himself in her dripping pussy.
“F-fuck! Osamu! ‘ts so big,” clutching the bedsheets, Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as Osamu leaves trails of hickeys across her neck. Neither caring about covering within their time of bliss.
Pulling away from Y/N’s neck, Osamu admired his artwork before slowly rolling his hips, “s-shit, you’re tight! Always knew Atsumu didn’t satisfy-“ a rough slap of skin was heard, “-you”.
Putting Y/N’s leg over his left shoulder to get a better angle, Osamu picked up his pace, the sound of skin on skin, and loud moans were heard around Atsumu’s room. The face Y/N was making was being burned into his memory. Y/N had her eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out of her mouth as drool slipped from her mouth and down her chin, and her tits bounced with every harsh thrust.
“I-I’m close Osamu! Ahhhh, fu-uck! Yes! Right there Osamu!” Y/N was screaming in pleasure from being repeatedly pounded by her boyfriends twin brother. Osamu’s thrusts became sloppy as he came closer to his climax, his fingers rubbing frantically at Y/N’s clit.
“Just a little l-longer baby, yer can do that for me, right?” slight mockery filtered into his sentence, both too absorbed in pleasure to care. “Osamu! I-I’m cumming I can’t I-“ jolts wracked Y/N’s body as her second orgasm went through her.
Osamu continued thrusting, coming closer and closer to his high, “nearly there Y/N- just a little more,” Osamu’s calming words brought Y/N into her third climax. Overstimulation coursing through her.
The tightening of her walls caused Osamu to let out a loud moan, and hunch over Y/N’s body as he reached his high. With 4 thick spurts, Osamu emptied his load inside of Y/N; painting her insides white with his cum
Twitching slightly, Osamu pulled out and flopped down next to Y/N. Breathing heavily, Osamu look over at Y/N, watching the rise and fall of her chest “guess I win?”
Confusion swirls in her irises before annoyance comes across her face, forgetting about her own challenge,
“best of three?”
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op: reaperfall/terra nova
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[before]
“I can’t believe the first fucking spacewalk I get to do in my life and it’s to stick bombs to this thing,” Luca complained as he welded the rigging to the batarian freighter. It had been stripped back to its bare bones, anything salvageable taken away by the drones and ferried over to the Berlin’s mass effect shielded open bay and converted to remote flight with control tethered to the Berlin’s systems and Ryan’s deft hands.
Kiosho floated nearby, tethered like Luca was but far braver as he fired his boosters and leaped across the ship’s hull.
“I can’t wait to see this fucking thing light up.” Even from a distance Luca could see the flash of his teeth behind his helmet. “It’s gonna be fucking awesome. Boom, boom you fuckers. Whatever our code doesn’t get, this shaky, leaky bastard will.”
“I hope so,” Luca said. He finished his task and stood up, tapping a command into his ‘tool. He switched his coms to the private subspace band he’d commandeered for himself and Ryan weeks ago. “Hey, LT, can you see me?”
He peered into the darkness, trying to spot the Berlin where she lurked in the shadow of a planetoid. She was running dark, not quite on auxiliary power but dimmed enough to stay secure while they prepped for the mission to liberate Terra Nova.
A small crackle preceded his lover’s voice and Luca threw his arms up, waving because he knew Ryan would be watching on the enhanced sensors in the cockpit.
“Aye, love. I see you. I ken you’re the prettiest thing on that sorry excuse for a ship.”
Luca grinned. “You can tell Cap and the Commander that we’re finished here. Boom Boom is officially ready to go boom right up that reaper’s huge metal ass.”
Ryan laugh was soft in Luca’s ear. “Aye, roger that. See you when you get back.”
Luca motioned to Kiosho to head back to the shuttle. Harris and the rest of the crew that had been roped in to assisting them were already there. He gave one last wave towards the Berlin.
“We’ll be back before you know it.”
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[now]
“Luca, you’re up.”
Everyone was moving the moment the klaxons started blaring. Luca’s world turned red and Luca hand was tugged just as he was scrambling to his feet.
Ryan cupped his face, planting one long, chaste kiss against his mouth in the middle of the chaos. Panic tried to claw it’s way up Luca’s throat before he resolutely shoved it back down. They’d all been waiting for this, they knew what they would have to to.
“Be safe,” Ryan said softly, drawing back. His blue eyes told Luca more than his words ever could. “I love you, boy.”
“Love you, too,” Luca whispered back. There was another quick peck against his mouth and then Eva was pulling on his arm.
“Come on, Lulu, we gotta go.”
“Yep, yep, I got it, let’s go.”
They folded into the crowd hustling through the corridors and suited up quickly. The ajax armor Luca wore wasn’t space worthy but it didn’t need to be. It would be a straight shot to the surface then they’d separate into individual teams. He caught Kiosho’s look, helmet tucked under his arm, his mismatched eyes tight at the corners.
“The fuck have you been? Sucking face again?”
“Shut up,” Luca laughed, because it his nerves were already so frayed if he didn’t laugh he might start to cry instead. “You ready? Where are the drones?”
“In the shuttle, were the fuck do you think they are?”
“Good to roll?”
Kiosho gave him a grin as the shuttle quickly filled. Luca cycled through the preflight checks quickly and set the engines into gear. He could hear Isaac in the rear, already issuing orders and he didn’t bother to complain when his brother flopped down heavily in the copilot seat beside him. He cast Kiosho a narrow look.
“Kalahira tits, it’s still weird seeing you in Alliance get up,” he told him.
Kiosho snorted. “Funny, I was gonna say the same thing about your puny ass.” He paused then caught Luca’s gaze and held it. “Scared, little bro?”
“Fucking terrified,” Luca said honestly. “But what else is new?”
“What are we waiting for, anyway?”
Luca looked up and gestured through the shuttles windows. Striding into the cargo bay were the phoenix, a phalanx of color bright enough that they almost looked like a walking flame. Gold, scarlet, burnt orange, midnight and electric blue armors, helmets held loosely against their hips, faces beautiful and impassive like the marble gods so many of them were named for.
Luca jerked his chin and Kiosho looked over. “Them.”
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3 Days
Summary: Ethan challenges Grayson to a bet. If Grayson doesn’t fuck anyone for a month, he can get the master bedroom in their new house. If he loses, Ethan gets it.
Note: This was inspired by their video and @milliondollardolan‘s blurb about a girl showing Grayson her nipple piercings. ✨
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“One month, no sex, and it’s all yours.” Ethan smirks and sticks out his hand. Grayson shakes his hand back, “Deal.” “I totally got this, I just got laid like last week, I can totally make it through a month,” he thought to himself.
Day 1… Grayson makes it through the day not thinking much about the challenge. His Insta feed made him get a little distracted but he decided to just close out of the app. Ethan came into the kitchen.
“Yeah that master bedroom is definitely mine.”
“Dude it’s only the first day.”
“That’s exactly my point, you’re already Insta thirsting.”
“Was not.” Grayson looks away and puts his phone down.
“I remember those days but now I’m a taken man.” Ethan walks away.
“Fuck, he’s on to me.” Grayson thought to himself.
Day 2… Day 2 came and went and Grayson started getting a little frustrated.
“How dare Ethan make this challenge during the month of Valentine’s Day? Ethan already had a girlfriend but it’s more difficult when you’re single,” he thought to himself.
Grayson sighed and opened the Instagram app. A girl in a black bikini caught his eye. Her long black hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her full lips, her tits… fuck he needed to close the app. “I’ll just go to sleep,” he thought to himself. Grayson laid his head on his pillow still feeling frustrated. Hmm there was nothing in the room contract that ruled out jacking off. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Pornhub. He scrolled through the trending page. He found a video that caught his eye. The girl looked similar to the one he had been eyeing on Instagram. She was getting fucked from behind while the guy had her thong scrunched up in his hand. The sound of her moaning started to get him hard. He started rubbing himself through his grey sweatpants.
“Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.
The guy smacked her ass. Grayson took off his sweatpants and finally touched himself. He tugged at his length and cocked his head back. He stroked his cock up and down, squeezing for extra grip. The guy in the video fucked her harder and faster and soon Grayson was cumming on his hand. “Fuck,” he got up to wash himself off.
Day 3…. By Day 3, Grayson had started to crave sex. How a girl’s pussy would tighten around his dick as he was fucking into her. The sounds of her moaning his name, boosting his ego. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy getting wetter with each stroke. How he would grab a fistful of her hair and make her beg for it. He couldn’t let anyone on to this though, he really wanted that master bedroom.
“How you holding up, Gray?” Ethan asked him over breakfast.
“I’m fine.”
“There’s no way you’re lasting a month.”
“Yes I am, I’m gonna get that master bedroom, just like I’ve had at all of our places of residency.”
“We’ll see about that. Listen, I gotta go check on the construction progress so don’t get into anything while I’m gone or should I say anyone.” He laughed.
“You’re not getting that bedroom.”
“Bye, Gray.”
“Later, E.”
“Fuck, now he’s leaving me alone,” Grayson thought to himself. “I think I’ll just go take a nap.”
He laid down to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up to an Instagram DM. It was the girl whose pictures he had been looking at the night before.
hey 👀
“Hi 👀” he answered back.
I’m Lexi. I think we met at one of jake’s parties one time
Oh yeah hey how are you?
“That’s it. That’s all I’m gonna say that’s so boring.”
I’m good ☺️ I saw your recent pic you look good 👀
“Oh shit.”
You look good too 👀
do you have snap? 👀
Yeah
He sent her his snapcode and awaited her response. He got a friend request from lexi_96. She sent him a selfie and said hi.
Wow you look pretty
Thank you so whatcha doing?
Nothing just home alone bored
Same lowkey horny 👀
Same 😳
Hmmm
Hmmm what?
“Ugh this stupid bet.” He thought to himself.
Do you wanna meet up tonight? 👀
I would but I’m in this bet with my bro rn
What kinda bet?
I can’t fuck for a month so I can get the master bedroom
Lmao okay or you could get laid rn 😂 I just got my nipples pierced 🥴
It is tempting... 👀 send me a pic
I already did 😌
You know what I mean
Hey it’s your turn 👀
Okay fine
He took his shirt off and sent her a picture.
🥵
Thanks ☺️
I wish you were here 😫
Me too 😔
Fuck the bet and come fuck me? 👀
She sent him a picture of one of her pierced nipples.
Okay fuck it send me the addy
Grayson copied the address and put it into his maps.
otw
okay :)
Grayson changed into a fresh shirt and shorts and sprayed some cologne on. “Fuck, how am I gonna sneak out without Ethan seeing? Maybe he’s asleep,” he thought. He grabbed his bag and keys and closed his bedroom door. Passing through the living room, Ethan was on the couch FaceTiming his girlfriend. “Fuck,” Grayson thought to himself.
“Hey where are you going?” Ethan asked.
“Just out,” Grayson said, trying to leave.
“Okay,” Ethan said suspiciously. “It’s 11:30pm on a Wednesday night but okay.”
“Just gotta get some stuff…. okay yeah I’ll see you later.”
Ethan raised his eyebrow and shook his head. Grayson closed the door behind him and hopped in his Porsche. 30 minutes later, he arrived at the address.
here
He snapped her.
okay coming
He got out of the car and she met him at the front door.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.”
“Welcome. My room’s this way.”
He put his bag down and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Thanks for coming. Sorry it’s sorta random.”
“It’s okay,” he smiled.
They started kissing and he put his hands under her hoodie, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could feel the cool metal where her nipples were pierced.
“Just be careful, they’re still sensitive.”
“Figured,” he smirked.
He gently rubbed his thumbs along them, feeling them harden under his touch. She moaned gently. She took her sweatshirt off and he took his shirt off. She gently pulled at his silver chain and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her deeper. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her neck and started kissing down her chest. He lightly took the metal pierced through her nipple into his mouth and she moaned and gripped his hair. He kissed down her body and kissed along the waistband of her shorts. He kissed her thighs. She took her shorts off and revealed her black thong. He kissed her over her underwear, running his tongue along the fabric. She moaned. He went back to kiss her, and she removed her underwear. He went back to kiss her pussy lips, teasing her. He lightly kissed her clit and felt her buck her hips for more pressure.
“Please,” she whispered.
He looked up at her and licked her slit and licked her inner lips up to her clit. He traced long, slow licks back and forth. She started rocking her hips back and forth on his tongue. He grabbed her hand and held her thighs open. He started sucking her clit and with his other hand, stuck two fingers in and started stroking her G-spot. She was so wet and he felt his dick twitch. She started shaking and he could tell she was close. He moved his mouth off of her and removed his mouth.
“Fuck, please,” she whispered.
“Turn over,” he smirked.
She obliged and he rubbed her ass.
“Grayson, please, please let me cum.”
He smirked and ran his fingers through her folds. He started rubbing her clit and she moaned. He held her thighs open and tried to get her back to that same place. She gripped the sheets, “Please, please, please,” she pleaded and finally came on his fingers. She flipped over and he stuck his fingers in her mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re good at that.”
“Thanks,” he smiled.
“I think it’s your turn now,” she kissed him and moaned at the taste of herself also on his mouth. She kissed down his abs and reached into his pants to stroke him. He took his pants off and let her continue. She kissed his thighs and licked the tip, letting the saliva strand drip from her lips. She took him deeper into her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. He groaned and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck. She bobbed her head up and down. He cupped her chin.
“I don’t wanna come yet. Can I fuck you now?”
“Yes.”
She got up and straddled him. She lowered herself on his length and felt him groan in her ear. He wrapped his biceps around her and kissed her.
“Lay on your stomach,” he whispered in her ear.
She pulled herself off and laid down. He rubbed her clit and entered her. He started fucking her, the wet sound filling the room.
“Yeah this is definitely worth losing the room for,” he thought to himself.
She moaned as he kept stroking her G-spot. He laid his hands up under hers so she could grab onto him. She loved his weight on top of her and felt her pussy getting wetter. She loved feeling him deep inside her. Pleasure warming down her body. He slowed his strokes to try to steady himself.
“Please Grayson fuck me harder,” she moaned. She got up on her hands and knees and he started rubbing her clit and fucking her harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand. He smacked her ass and she gripped the sheets.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” she moaned out. He felt her tighten around his dick.
“Can I nut in your mouth?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He pulled out and she started stroking him and he came on her tongue. She kissed him.
“Fuck I gotta go before my brother gets suspicious.”
She laughed. “You still think that room is yours?”
“I mean there’s a slight chance but if I lose the bet, this was definitely worth losing it for. You were great,” he smiled.
“Text me again when you’re not in a bet and you’re a free man.”
“Will do.”
He kissed her one more time and headed out to his car. He raced home and arrived to Ethan, still up.
“Three fucking days Grayson?” Ethan laughed. “I was too generous giving you a month, I would’ve thought you might at least make it to two weeks.”
“Fine. I lost.”
“Yeah, go shower you dirty fuck.”
Grayson defeated, went up to go shower but hey at least he got laid.
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rating random outfits from the vision because i am very bored
outfit one - classic look
[image id: two cropped panels of the vision from marvel comics. they are both wearing the same outfit, of a green bodysuit that covers every part of their body aside from the front of their face. with it, they wear yellow gloves, yellow boots and a knee-length cape which has a large flared collar. their torso is covered by yellow fabric which wraps around them like a corset. it ends at the top of their thighs. in the first image, they are faced to the left, with one leg raised and their cape floating around their shoulders. in the second image, they have she-hulk, thor & monica rambeau as captain marvel grouped behind them. they are facing forwards and gesturing towards the viewer with their hand. end id/]
- cape goes woosh
- literally the only thing showing is their face everything else is covered
- the collar is very dramatic and gay which i appreciate
- kinda wearing a corset thing? which is cool
- idk what's up with the diamond thing between their tits :/
- colour combo is atrocious but that's a staple of their style it seems lmao
- very out there, very dramatic
- you could probably wear something similar to a pride parade tbh just change the colours and you're good to go
- i like the gloves they look like the yellow ones you use to wash dishes in the sink with the scrubber thingy
final score - 7/10 bonus points for nostalgia & cape, its a very nice very classic look but also very modest :/ show some skin pls ur wife is basically wearing a swimsuit with gloves show a little solidarity :/
outfit two - boob window
[image id: a cropped comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. they are reaching upwards with one arm extended in an attempt to escape several grey hands reaching up to their hip trying to drag them down. their costume is one piece broken into three sections. the bottom half is green and goes slightly above their hips creating a large v-shape. the middle half is yellow and v-shaped as well. the top part reaches to their shoulders and the bottom part is to the middle of their chest, and extends all the way to their fingers. the base of the v is also the bottom of a diamond cut out revealing some of their skin in the pectoral area. the top of the diamond leads to the third and final part of the costume which is the same shade of green as the bottom. This part is a large collar, a head covering that wraps around all around their head but leaves the face uncovered, as well as a cape that is shredded at the bottom. end id/]
- very similar outfit with inverted colours and instead of adding a diamond they cut one out :)
- another wooshy cape :)
- still has their face covered all around except for the front tho :( like idk wouldn't that annoy you? what if it gets too tight or you get hot?
- i have no idea how their cape works with the diamond cleavage window thingy like?? did they just use superglue? please explain
- gloves are gone 😔
- and no more boots 😔😔😔
- corset gone why did they remove all the sexy parts the tiddy does not compensate 😔😔😔😔😔
final score - 3/10 it's basically just an inverted version of the last one except they took the Cool Sexy Bits away which makes everything boring :/ bonus points for the boob window thing though, shows the beginning of their Bimboification :)
outfit three - detective
[image id: a cropped comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. they are standing with one leg resting on something that is not in view. they are partially shadowed, and wear an intense, thoughtful expression. there is a cigarette hanging out of the side of their mouth. they look similar to a 1940s film noir character. they are wearing a white shirt that appears to be a button up, though the thickness of their tie that reaches down to their trousers obstructs any buttons. their sleeves are rolled up to around their elbows. their tie is somewhat loosened around their neck, and is white with black stripes in varying thickness. they wear a pair of thick white suspenders that connect to their trousers, which seem to be grey or a dull brown. they have one of their hands in their trouser pocket. under the same arm is a gun, though this is hard to make out in the darkness. they are also wearing a broad-rimmed fedora, which casts half their face in shadow with only their pupilless bright yellow eyes showing through. end id/]
- this ABSOLUTELY fucks
- unirionically sexy
- noir detective look very nice very cash money
- the loosened tie really just puts the whole thing together
- their face is free! no more awkward green pieces of plastic or whatever!
- calls pretty people "dames" for sure
- rolled up sleeves make me feel like a repressed victorian girl who's just begun to experiment with the Devil's Doorbell™
- smoking is bad for ur health but jesus if it isn't a vibe
- hat worn by reddit "nice guys" :/
final score - 9/10 this really is one hell of a look, very 1920s it absolutely slaps the suspenders are everything tbh if they were in a movie they'd probably be played by harrison ford idk why. anyway this ABSOLUTELY fucks and is one of my faves and is criminally underrated 🤗
outfit four - suit
[image id: two cropped panels of the vision from marvel comics. in both panels, they are wearing the same simple two-piece black suit, with a white shirt underneath their jacket. there are no buttons or pockets on their jacket, and everything seems to be perfectly ironed. their tie is long and thin, and is tight around their neck. their shoes are nondescript and black. in the first panel, vision is to the side, and is floating in the air. in the second panel, vision is standing and is facing the viewer, with their face slightly shadowed and their fists clenched at their sides. end id/]
- simple, cute, chic
- the thinness of the tie is a big change from the last one
- classic suit style, the most casual of formal wear
- office worker kind of thing but like. a FANCY office
- nondescript; no personality in it whatsoever :/
- makes them look like a conservative 😔
final score - 4/10 it's kinda boring tbh they look cute but :/ lame. shows them trying too hard to conform to humanity's standards and it is Not A Vibe. there's no Sauce & also appears in something written by t*m k*ng so the association is immediately off
outfit five - ultimates aka No Clothes Titty Out
[image id: a comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. this one is from the ultimates/1610-verse. this vision is more female-presenting then their 616 counterpart. they are not wearing any clothes. their body is golden and reflective and metallic. their body is comprised of different plates of metal, which are symmetric. just before their elbow, there is a gap in each arm between the metal plates so you can see the wires running through their arms underneath. there is a red diamond shape, still made of metal, in the area where a belly button would be on a human being. they have breasts that do not have any nipples, but have a large circle plating where the nipple would normally be. much like their 616 version they are bald with a yellow diamond in their forehead. their expression is difficult to read but they appear to be smiling slightly. their arms are raised around their head, not touching their skull but close to it. they are strutting towards the viewer with one hip jutted to the side. metal wires surround them, with none of them fully touching them aside from a thick one seemingly connected to the back of their neck. end id/]
- pussy out
- no clothes this bitch doesn't need them (but they do need titties for some reason??? bro????)
- red diamond thing to cover up the bellybutton? girl what are you hiding
- Gold And Shiny a nice change from our regularly scheduled red skin
- emulating aunt/sister/mother/whatever the fuck jocasta which is nice, it's about time vision got someone other then Fashion Disaster Wonder Man to help them out. i guess nudity is better then combining green and yellow all together with red skin jjshsheheh
- sexualised :/
- genuinely kinda hot tho i think i have succumbed to the Robot Tiddies 😔
- no idea how the physics of their hip/ass jutting out is supposed to work it looks like they dislocated something
final score - 6/10 it's cool but also why did u sexualised the android like i. also they are a robot and not a synthezoid which :( why. but u know i appreciate the pussy out kinda thing and ultimates verse vision dated sam wilson so they have good taste. points knocked off for being from the ultimates verse which is Bad™ imo
outfit six - This Fucking Thing What Is This I Hate It So Much
[image id: a cropped panel of the vision from marvel comics. they are facing the viewer with an angry expression. their fists are tightly clenched and are raised slightly. around their wrists are thick yellow spiked bracelets. their arms are uncovered. their shoulders are covered by yellow spiked shoulderpads. they are wearing a green bodysuit with a bright yellow collar around their neck and a plunged neckline that goes all the way down their chest and torso until it is obstructed by yellow underwear, which is held up by a very thick yellow ring, which is also covered in spikes. their green bodysuit continues all the way down their legs until their boots, which are go up half-way around their calves and are folded over. they have a yellow diamond stuck in the middle of their chest. they are also wearing a green helmet that is green and corinthian (greek) in style. it is also spiked. the spikes at either side of the faceplate are small and yellow. the one at the top of the helmet is the same shade of green as the helmet itself. end id/]
- why
- it's. it's so ugly
- what's with the fucking spikes
- the boots are horrendous
- helmet looks they bought it at a museum for £15 and its made out of cheap shitty poorly made and badly painted plastic
- why did they glue a yellow diamond to their chest what is the fucking point
- porcupine energy
- the shoulder pads why the fucking shoulder pads disco isn't coming back just accept it
- spike belt underwear????? why??????????? looks like they made one of those chokers huge and called it a day
- it's just. it's just so ugly. why would you think this was a good idea who is responsible
final score - 0/10 i do not want to see it
#brieuc.txt#the vision#clothing rating#comics#if i did the image id wrong please tell me i have never done them before hbsjshsjja#vision#ch: far superior to flesh and blood#long post
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Unveiled Love
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Chapter 9 – Fantasy
“Dude.” Nino exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Adrien in a bear hug the moment he opened the door to his apartment. Marinette narrowly missed the embrace and ducked between the two men, running over to Alya for safety. “I haven’t seen you in forever! I missed you!”
“Three weeks isn’t that long of a time, bro.” Adrien chuckled as he patted Nino’s back as he pulled away.
Nino wrapped his arm around Adrien’s shoulders and escorted him in, animatedly talking about something in secret. Marinette could see the bright smile on Adrien’s face, no doubt Nino had told him something amazing in secret.
“I’m glad you’re already gossiping with your boyfriend.” Alya chuckled as she pulled a platter of sandwiches from the fridge.
“Ooh. Secrets. Is it juicy?” Marinette asked with a curious and pleading tone.
“Apparently, not juicy enough to tell his girlfriend of ten years,” Alya emphasized the last few words as she increased her voice. “But I guess that’s fine.” She added with a pouty lip.
Adrien and Marinette laughed before Nino defended himself. “Sorry, babe. This secret is for me to know, and for you to find out later.”
“Probably a ring.” Alya stated with a wink and Nino sputtered.
“Not a ring.” Adrien defended his best friend. “Got to land that big job first, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” Alya added with an eyeroll. Alya had been adamant that Nino was not to propose until Alya received word that she got a job at one of the most prestigious papers in Paris. She put in applications everywhere, but only a few smaller companies have taken her under her wing. Doesn’t stop the blogger from trying her best though.
Nino walked up to Alya and squeezed her to his side, placing a sweet kiss to her temple. “Soon babe. You’ll get it. I know you will.”
“Hopefully soon. I have a second interview with Le Monde on Thursday. If I pass, I'll have to give them a journalist entry on a topic of their choosing. If I pass that standard, I’m in.”
“That’s so awesome!” Marinette wrapped her arms around Alya. “Good luck. I know you can do it.”
“Thanks, girl.”
“So, dude. How was your trip to Milan? Was it better than usual?”
“Ugh.” Adrien let his head fall back as he groaned, Nino handing him a beer in commiseration. “It was seriously terrible. Being there was supposed to ‘scare them into place’ as my father put it, but it only gave me headaches. Everyone was so terrified that I managed to get only two or three words at a time from many of the employees.”
“Dude. That’s rough.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I was stressed to the max every night.”
“Couldn't find any Italian chicks to fuck around with?”
Marinette sputtered and Adrien choked on his beer. Nino started to pat Adrien on the back to help him breathe, and Alya stopped setting up the table to turn to the two men.
“Geez, Nino. Could you be any gentler?”
“What? You know what they say... fucking helps release endorphins. Helps relieve stress.”
“Yeah, no.” Adrien finally said once he caught his breath. “Come on, man. You know I'm not looking for anything right now.”
“I didn’t say anything about finding someone to spend time with. Just someone to ease the stress of your manhood.”
“My manhood is fine, thank you very much. Plus, you know I’m not the kind of guy to do that. I find for keeps, not for sleeps.”
“But you’ll be wound up less, dude.”
“Listen, Nino. Things are finally getting settled with the new store in Milan and I just need to focus on that a bit longer. Once the transition is done, then I'll look into finding the perfect girl and settling down.”
Alya smiled at Adrien. She knew the boy loved with his whole heart and wouldn’t mess around with anyone and break theirs. She could see Adrien’s apprehension to the conversation and decided to change targets instead of subjects.
“What about you Marinette? Anyone new on your radar?”
Marinette shook her head as she sipped her drink. “Nope. School is hard as it is. I don’t need to add a boyfriend to that list of crap.”
“Oh, come on. Not even for pleasure?”
“Cobwebs, Alya. Cobwebs.”
“You know what? I know the sex is incredible for me. You two floof balls of stress need to unwind with some good fucking,” she took a sip of her drink, “...besides the ones you do to yourselves, that is. I can set the two of you up with people who could also use some good balls-to-ass action if you want.”
Marinette stared at Alya while Adrien just blushed.
“No.” They said in tandem; Marinette harsher with her tone than planned while Adrien’s voice cracked.
Alya just shrugged her shoulders. “Fine then. If neither of you want to fuck around and have some fun, then let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game, Al?”
Alya took in another sip as she looked to Marinette. “If you could choose one celebrity or person to sleep with, who would it be? It can be a fantasy fuck for all I care.”
Marinette looked over to Adrien, and she gave him a devilish smirk. “Easy. Adrien Agreste.”
Alya sputtered, Nino gasped, and Adrien choked on his soda. The poor boy was going to die today from the embarrassment.
“Marinette!” Alya yelled.
“What?” She said innocently, before feigning realization. “Oh crap! I completely forgot that the Adrien Agreste is in the room and heard me say everything just now.”
“What the hell, Marinette? What has gotten into you?”
Marinette shrugged before taking a long pull from her cocktail. “What? We’re such good friends that I know I can say that without blushing anymore. Plus, my crush on him is long gone.”
Adrien was bright red, but gave her a devious smirk. “Wait. You used to have a huge crush on me? Where the hell was I?”
“Somewhere. I don’t know. You missed your chance to have all of this.” She said gesturing to herself.
Alya could not believe the confidence coming out of Marinette’s mouth as well as the pondering expression on Adrien’s face.
“Well. Fuck. Guess I missed my chance then.” Adrien added with a snap to his fingers.
Nino’s mouth was open, but he didn’t know what to say to this development.
“Dude? Dudette? Alya?” Nino’s voice croaked as he called for his girlfriend.
“Well, I'll tell you who I would fuck.” Adrien blurted out, interrupting Nino’s thought. “Ladybug. I’d let her tie me down with that yo-yo and let her have her way with me.”
Marinette let out a strangled whimper.
Alya lifted up her fist in solidarity. “Same, sunshine. Same. Sorry Nino, but I would fuck the ever-living shit out of Ladybug if given the chance. I’d even let her fuck me with a strap on. Just let me get pegged by her.”
“O. M. G.” Adrien said with sheer enthusiasm. “I’d let her do the same to my model ass!”
Marinette let out a choked cough and Adrien turned to her with faked worry. “Marinette. Are you okay?”
“Never better!” She managed to say, her voice hoarse.
“What does she have that I don’t?” Nino questioned to Alya.
“I don’t know. A skin tight suit? A sweet ass? Perky breasts? The list is endless.”
“Huh,” Adrien let out. “A skin tight suit? Don’t worry, bro. You don’t need a skin tight suit. Just your DJ hands would prove yourself worthy to me. Your ass is marvelous, and your pecs are mighty tight.” Adrien finished with a squeeze to his man tits.
“Dude.”
Marinette turned to Alya as Nino gave Adrien a hearty hug. “Alya, you still up to being a lesbian for a day? I need some curves in my life.”
“For your athletic ass? Sure!”
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“Oh, you like my ass, don’t you?” Ladybug teased as she finished tying Adrien down with her yo-yo. She thanked her lucky stars that Adrien’s king-sized bed had metal slats in the headboard or she would have hung him from the ceiling instead.
“Every day since the day we met.”
“Horndog.”
“Excuse, me. I like the term horn panther, thank you very much.”
Ladybug tightened the cord a little tighter, getting Adrien to grunt. “Hm. Who knew you liked being tied up.” She peered at his gorgeous model ass as he laid on his stomach. She made sure his arms were stretched in front of him, while his legs were folded under him so she could work her magic.
“If you don’t stop talking, you won’t get your treat.”
“You mean, I get a treat? I thought you working my ass was my punishment.” He smirked knowing full well that everything would be a treat for them both.
Ladybug walked up to him, her lips twisting to a devilish smirk as she bent herself down until her face was level with his.
“Last time I checked, this was your fantasy, chaton. I already get to live my fantasy about fucking super gorgeous, Gabriel model, Adrien Agreste.”
“And is he everything you ever dream of?”
Ladybug winked and stood back up, walking back to the edge of the bed until she reached his bare ass. She looked at it as she tilted her head, before smoothing her fingers across his smooth skin until she touched the entrance to his asshole with her finger tip. He shuttered at the feeling.
“I could die and go to heaven with how amazing he is...” Adrien began to turn pink as she started to praise him, “how deliciously amazing his cock is...” she bent down to grab the straps of the toy and slide it up her legs, “how he makes me moan and scream out his name every time he fucks me hard.”
Ladybug grabbed the lube as she praised him with all the love she could give him, and she could see him visibly wiggle with excitement. With her free hand, she slapped his ass, getting him to whimper.
“Someone is excited to live their fantasy and get fucked by his dream girl.”
Adrien could hear her squeeze out some lube into her hand. He looked over his shoulder and watched as she spread the liquid around the long silicone dildo attached to the strap-on, and he bit his lip to muffle the moans and the words that he wanted to yell out. The straps made her ass so much more juicer and delicious and he couldn’t wait to see what she could do to him.
She poured a bit of lube onto her fingertips and layered it over his asshole, dipping her fingertip into his entrance to prep it completely. She walked back closer to his ass and lined up against his entrance, then clicked on the bullet vibrator on to get the vibrations going.
“Oh, yeah.” Ladybug moaned out, feeling the bullet vibrate against her clit. She looked over to see Adrien still biting his lip, his gaze darkened with desire. She pressed the tip of the dildo into his entrance, then waited for his nod to indicate he was ready.
Slowly, she pushed the dildo into him, taking her time until the sensations were overwhelming his mind. Moans spilt from his lips, the little gasps as she delved further into him, the praises as she told him how good he was being for taking her all in.
He gasped as she pushed the remaining bit of the strap-on into his ass, and moaned out a fuck as she held it there until he became use to the feeling.
“Are you okay?” Adrien nodded and let out another breath. “Good. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Ladybug began to thrust into him, making his hard cock swollen with delight. She hunched over him, steadying herself with one hand on his hip, while rubbing her fingertips of her free hand up and down his gorgeous, muscular arms. She finally smoothed her fingers over his shoulders and down his chest until she reached his taut pecs, then rubbed her finger against his nipple until it peaked. He mewled at the sensation and she moaned in his ear, causing his mouth to open to an “o”. She did the same to his other nipple, switching her steady arm to make it work.
She then reached down, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, and began to stroke and tug on it as she continued to thrust. Each time she thrusted into him with the strap-on, she stroked towards the tip of his cock and swirled her thumb against his slit. Then when she pulled out, she stroked him back, caressing his balls within her grasp. Every so often she would thrust into him and hold the base of the dildo to his entrance, allowing him to feel the vibrations of the bullet as she felt it against her clit.
“Fuck.” Adrien moaned out, feeling the coil begin to rattle in his lower belly.
Every time she thrust, she could feel the vibrations rattling her clit, turning her further and further on as she continued. She didn’t want to cum sooner than she planned, but taking control, watching him wither under her as she stroked his hard cock, thrusting the silicone dildo in and out of him, the mewls and moans and swears that spilled from his lips... it was becoming all too much.
She began to slow down as she let the feeling of her orgasm dissipate. She hated herself for doing it to herself, but giving him this fantasy was something on her list of things to do ever since he confessed some deep secrets that he swore he would never tell. Giving him this turned her on, and she would do this anytime he asked her to. He deserved the world, and she wouldn’t deny that seeing his ass this way made her tremble.
“Fuck, milady. I don’t know how much longer I'm going to last.”
Knowing these were his usual words when the feeling of his orgasm was about to burst, she began to thrust harder into him
She smirked against his ear before licking the shell of it, blowing onto the wet part until he gasped. “Then don’t”
As if the flood gates opened, she could feel his cock swell until it burst, and she continued to thrust into him while stroking his cock until his orgasm spilled out completely. The moment she felt him gasp at the final spurts, she thrust into him a bit further, finally allowing herself to fall over the edge.
She gasped out as she climaxed hard, and Adrien allowed her to thrust into him until she came down from her high. As soon as she did, she fell upon his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and clicking off the bullet.
“So- good.” Adrien finally said as he heard her breathing level out.
“Mhm.” She moaned out, then steadied herself to pull the strap-on out of him. Slowly doing so, she heard him grunt at the movement. She then pulled the strap-on off of her, then moved over and began to untie the yo-yo from his wrists.
He laid down onto his stomach as his breathing evened out, and Ladybug called off her transformation, leaving Marinette in her wake. She laid down beside him and rubbed her fingers against his wrists, soothing them from the redness left over by the ties.
“You okay?” She soothed, kissing his inner wrists as she massaged them.
“Mhm.” He moaned out, finally opening his eyes to glare into her blue bell eyes. “That was amazing.”
Marinette agreed with his words and placed a kiss to his lips. “If you ever want to do that again.... oh man, I'll do it.”
Adrien gestured with an “hell yeah” hand motion before falling asleep, ass up. Marinette giggled as she watched him snore, placing a blanket over his naked form, and snuggling up to him and sleeping comfortably beside him.
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You're My Home Sweet Home Pt. 2 (Nikki x Tommy)
Alright so I made a second part to this lol
(Warning: Homophobic slurs)
Tags: @saint-of-los-angeles @malibubarbievince @mayonnaiseismycomfortfood
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The 1980s. One of the worst fucking decades in human history. Preppies and keyboards, weird ass haircuts, jazzercise and “Just Say No”, it all sucked ass majorly, so what do you do when you’re born in the wrong timeline?
You make it yours.
And that’s what we did to the Sunset Strip. People flooded the streets trying to get in to the world’s famous Whiskey a Go Go and inside was where the real party was at. Mostly topless strippers dancing around their poles, people sucking on eachothers faces, and the rest drinking like their lives depended on it.
Vince was nowhere in sight, probably getting a blowjob from some random blonde chick with big tits. Mick went home which is understandable for his age, and Nikki was downing another Jack Daniels, God I wish that bottle was my co-
“Hey, Tommy.”
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt one of the girls caressing my chest talk to me, she was hot and all, big boobs, long brown curly hair, and green eyes, but she wasn’t Nikki. No one could compare to Nikki.
“Yeah, doll?”
“Why don’t you grab me and the girls here something to drink?” She said flirtatiously, winking at me. yeah no thanks.
I nod and slowly make my out of the booth and near the bar. As I make my way to the bar I bumped into someone, I didn’t think much of it until they grabbed my shoulder back harshly. I turned around to see three big guys, all taller than me.
“Well if it ain’t the Tommy Lee, drummer of Mötley Crüe and makeup faggot wearing freak." He says. I flinch a little from the slur, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But knowing my dumb luck he did.
“Awe, what’s with the flinch little Tommy boy,” he tilts his head down, “offended by my use of words?” He steps back and raises his arms, “Afraid to let the whole world know that the drummer of one of the worlds infamous bands gets dicked down by guys instead of dicking down women?!” He shouts. I look down, tears start to fade my vision slowly.
Before anything else could happen I felt a presents in front of me. I looked up to see Nikki, holding an arm out in front of me protectively.
“Well look what we have here boys, this faggot here has himself a boyfriend.” The guy said with a smirk.
“Look what we have here, a guy whose brain is smaller than their dick.” Nikki barks back, smirking at the guy. Fuck this isn’t gonna end well.
Nikki looked pissed- well pissed would be an understatement- he was furious beyond hell. out of all my years of knowing him I’ve never seen him this pissed off.
“Listen why don’t you fuck off before things get nasty.” Nikki said, cracking his knuckles.
“Or what? what are you and your little sex toy faggot behind you gonna do? your slut gonna suck us off while you fuck him from behind?” The guy said, laughter coming from two of the others
And that’s what did it for Nikki.
He punched him square in the face and everything was hell loose from there. Bottles were thrown and shattered, people screaming, and bruises were made. It got so bad
that 5 police cars showed up, which is how it got to Nikki getting handcuffed along with myself. you’re probably wondering why I got arrested as well, let’s just say once you piss one off, you piss off another. I mean, they don't call us Terror Twins for nothing.
The car ride to the police station was filled with nothing but silence and with the occasion if me and Nikki receiving glances and smiles from each other.
As we entered into the police station they booked us in, took our mugshot, than got changed into their ugly ass clothes. After that we got put in the same cell. “Alright boys, you two will be staying here until someone bails you out tomorrow. In the meantime, no funny business.” The police woman said, right before she closed the cell she turned around and looked at Nikki than at me and winked, then left without another word right before she closed and locked the cell.
Alright then.
Me and Nikki both sat down on the metal bench, neither of us saying nothing to one another, silence being the only thing around us until I broke it off.
“Why’d you do that?” I asked, looking down at my lap. (A/N Instead of typing lap I typed life fml)
“Do what?” He asked, I feel him staring at me.
“Protect me, back there. You didn’t have to.” I said, still not looking at him.
“Just instincts I guess,” He said, I can see him shrugging his shoulders at the corner of my eyes, “I guess when I saw you were in trouble I sorta just felt this thing or rather something telling me too protect you, sounds cliche I know but it’s true.” He told me, I feel something in my chest but dismiss it.
I finally look at him, my brown eyes meeting his green ones. I sneak my hand at the bottom of his and lace them together, still keeping my eyes on him.
“Yeah but still, I could’ve defended myself, it wouldn't be the first.” I say the last part to myself, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but I know he did.
“I know that, it’s just that,” He hesitates.
“It’s just what? Nikki you can tell me anything, whatever it is I’m here for you,” I look down at our intertwined hands, “I’m here for you for as long as you need me to.” I said.
“It’s just that- fuck Tommy,” He takes a deep breath, “I love you.” he says finally.
I look at him blankly before smiling at him sweetly.
“Well I love you too, bro.” I said.
…
Oh
Oh Tommy you really are a fucking idiot.
“No- I mean- fuck Tommy why do you go make this so difficult.” He said, pulling away from our intertwined fingers and hiding his face with both of his hands.
Seconds pass before I pull his hands away from his beautiful face, he looks at me, and without thinking;
I kiss him.
My soft lips meeting his slightly chapped ones. I’m surprised he doesn’t pull away, but instead, leans in more.
God I never want this to end.
We pull away from each other, both of us breathless. I look at him smiling.
“You taste like whiskey.”
“Oh fuck you.”
“Maybe once we get out of here you can.”
We both laugh. I pull him against my chest, running my hands through his soft hair while rubbing his back gently.
We stay like this for the rest of the night, some police look at us weirdly while walking past our cell but we both didn’t care.
I felt truly happy with him in his arms.
I felt protective with him in his arms.
I wanted to be his home sweet home.
Something I thought I would never have with him until now and something I never wanted to have an end to.
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Simplicité - Chapter 7
The next few days went by smoothly, the salon was fully booked and Adore was still getting used to her new role as Bianca’s assistant, as well as balancing her new love life on top of that. Conversation with Bianca outside of work had become scarce, even more so than before. Most nights, Adore would find herself locked in her room talking to Farrah, or better yet locked in Farrah’s room.
It was cool having a roommate like Bianca. It had been Adore’s first time living with someone other than a family member and so far she was digging it. The freedom to come and go as she pleased was exhilarating, and she wouldn’t trade that for the world.
Life for her was good.
For Bianca on the other hand…
“Sorry pussyface, I can’t tonight. I got a date.” Courtney drawled over the phone, wiggling her eyebrows promiscuously into the iPhone camera. Bianca sighed to herself as she slumped back down on her bed, making sure to hold a fake smile for the Facetime camera.
“Another date? Isn’t that the fourth one this week?” Bianca asked, bitterness lacing her voice as she unhooked her bra with one hand.
“Yep! Being single rules!” Courtney exclaimed. “Hey I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow B.”
And with a click she was gone.
Here Bianca was, alone on a goddamn Friday night, in the middle of Chicago. Not one of her friends was unoccupied. Was there something wrong with her? When did she become the reject of the group?
She was a bit annoyed with Adore; ever since her and Farrah became exclusive her work performance had plateaued and her growth had come to a screeching halt. She desperately needed to get her shit together, at least enough for the Modern Salon interview next week.
It’s not that she was bad at her job, the girl just needed to watch her words. Bianca would cringe everytime Adore would screech “Oh party!” or say things like “Sweet man,” “Chillax bro,” and her personal favorite “We’re totes excited to see you! Byeeeee.”
Unfortunately for her, she had not been able to properly talk to her about it. Every chance she got, Adore would be rushing out the door with that loud, annoyingly whiney airheaded blonde on a smoke break.
Adore wasn’t the only one who had been neglecting her job lately. Courtney had been dragging herself into the salon with makeup from the day before. When she had tried to call her out on it, she said she was trying the new effortlessly chic look, which reportedly consisted of smudging her cat eyeliner in a way to make a “soft” smoky eye. Add the remnants of a nude liquid lipstick, a smudged brow, and glitter halfway down your cheeks and you have this Fall’s It Look according to Courtney.
Do these girls realize who she is? She has literally done everything they have, except for one, she freshened up her makeup before her shift if she was out all night, and two, knew how to do her damn job.
She shook her head and began to scroll through instagram, where she found two nearly identical pictures in her feed.
courtneyact: Oh my gosh! Ran into farrahrized and adoredelano at Roscoes. #girlsnightout
farrahrized: Date night with my baby adoredelano and my “twin” courtneyact
Adore was sandwiched in the middle of the two blondes, golden arms linked with hers as they all posed sexily for the camera. Farrah’s long platinum hair was straightened, she was dressed in metallic silver booty shorts with a rhinestone bra. Her abs shone gold from the flash (of course this bitch put highlighter there), while Courtney’s jaw was slack, blonde curls cascading around her face. She was in a short black dress, with dark red lips and a weirdly shaped headpiece. Adore was the most simple but most striking of them all, wearing a Nirvana t shirt and black ripped jeans.
Bianca clicked on Adore’s instagram and hit follow, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw the picture she posted.
adoredelano: Well I’m one lucky bitch courtneyact farrahrized
Her arms were around Courtney and Farrah’s waists, as their lips were pressed to her cheeks. Adore was smiling with her mouth wide open in the photo, almost as if she were caught mid laugh. Her head was tilted back and Farrah’s hand appeared to be touching her crotch, while Courtney’s hand rested on her right tit.
Bianca was jolted into a pure rage, her stomach feeling ill from the pure envy seeping through her veins as she fixated on the image. Without thinking, she typed out a quick comment and hit send on the photo.
thebiancadelrio: you call that lucky?
She didn’t even care if it was rude. Sure, maybe it was pure coincidence that they had all run into each other but maybe it wasn’t. They didn’t have to stay together at the bar.
The more she thought about them out having fun without her, the more angry she felt.
courtneyact: Sorry babe. Blondes have more fun. ;)
Bianca rolled her eyes. She didn’t need her false pity. It was too little too late for that anyway.
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Adore softly unlocked the front door to her apartment, tip toeing in as she eyed the large clock on the wall. 1:30 AM. Ugh, she had work in 7 hours and was most definitely not looking forward to it.
As she softly padded into the house, she noticed that the lights were still on. As she turned her head towards the kitchen, she jumped back startled at Bianca’s brown eyes that were fixated on her.
“What the fuck?!” Adore exclaimed.
“I know, I look like that girl gremlin they poured water on without makeup on. Thanks for the confirmation.” Bianca retorted dryly.
“No man, It’s not that.” Adore started. “I just didn’t expect you to be up.”
“Someone has to make sure that you’re okay to actually come into work tomorrow.” Bianca smirked, raising a brow before gesturing to her tea pot. “Tea?”
“Sure.”
Bianca grabbed another mug, pouring the contents into it before sliding it over to Adore. Adore smiled, letting the sweetness slip down her throat as she studied Bianca’s features. This was the first time she had seen her with no makeup on, and she was gorgeous without it. Her natural eyebrows were more of a golden neutral brown color, instead of the dramatically drawn on dark brown ones she was used to. Her skin was smooth and reminded her of deep caramel, dewy as if she had just moisturized her face with 6 different creams. She could appreciate her dimples a lot more without the layers and layers of creams and powders, and idly wondered why she opted for so much makeup on a daily basis.
“You know, you’re like super pretty without makeup.” Adore murmured.
Bianca raised an eyebrow tiredly, for once not really wanting to challenge the girl.
“Thanks.” Bianca whispered softly.
“I’m serious. You’re a natural beauty.” Adore said, locking eyes with her. She drained the rest of her tea, setting the mug down on the counter. “Thanks for the tea. I’m gonna go get some sleep.”
As Bianca watched her go to her room, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was the alcohol talking or if Adore really thought she was pretty without makeup.
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The next morning, Courtney stumbled into the salon with a false eyelash falling off of her eyelid, flyaways dancing around her roots, and dressed in one of her famous backup outfits.
Enough is enough, Bianca thought, annoyed, as she watched Courtney set her purse down at her station. She sat in her salon chair and put her face in her hands, clearly tired and not at all ready for the day ahead.
“Hi!” Bianca exclaimed, raising her voice so loud that it echoed throughout the lobby. “How’s my precious Court doing? Are you all set for work today? You’re fully booked!”
“Jesus, can you take it down a notch?” Courtney moaned, rubbing her temples.
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Bianca asked, tilting her head. “Is something the matter?”
“Hey Courm! How are you feeling? Damn dude you sure pounded those jello shots back last night-“ Adore stopped as she realized Bianca was standing right there. “Oh hey B. Sorry, Starbucks was out of Everything Bagels so I went to like 5 different ones to get you yours. I didn’t mean to be late to my shift, but I didn’t think you’d mind since I rode with you here anyway.”
“Oh it’s quite alright, just come into work whenever you’d like! Who cares if you have to drive to 5 different Starbucks and waste our time. Adore, you could have just gotten me a yogurt parfait.” Bianca seethed before turning to Courtney. “ But it’s okay! Wear your backup outfits, pass off last night’s makeup as a smoky eye look, I don’t care. But honey, at least glue your fucking false eyelash back on.” Bianca handed a stunned Courtney her eyelash glue before spinning on her heel towards the office.
“Fuck.” Courtney mumbled.
“What crawled up her ass this morning?” Adore muttered.
“A late assistant and a half drunk hair stylist.” Bianca barked from the stairwell.
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“Courtney!” Farrah drawled, giving her an air kiss before sitting down next to her in the stylist room. “What happened to you last night? Who was that girl you were with?” Courtney had just finished up her third haircut of the day and was currently on a 30 min break.
“Oh my god, so I took this girl home last night, and-“
“Wait wait, I wanna hear!” Adore said as she ran up the stairs from the basement. “That red headed girl you were with looked hot! Did you fuck her?”
As Adore pounded up the stairs obnoxiously, Bianca rolled her eyes as she typed an email to a client. Since when have Adore and Courtney been BFF’s? She didn’t hire an assistant to be sitting in her office by herself. She hit send on the email, before grabbing her phone and sending a text to Bob.
Bianca: Wanna get drinks tonight?
“So, I ended up taking her home and you won’t believe what happened. She fell ASLEEP!” Courtney groaned.
“No!!!” Farrah gasped, fake crying as she shook her head.
“It gets worse guys.” Courtney whined, looking between the two girls.
“Oh god.” Bianca muttered as she listened in from the office.
“She fell asleep - in the middle of sex!” Courtney screamed. “But that was okay, her cute friend Ivy explained to me that that usually happens when she gets excited.”
“Wait bitch, you took more than one girl home?” Adore asked. “That’s a baller move.”
“Why of course! And thank god I did, because Ivy was kind enough to sleep with me while her friend was passed out.” Courtney said batting her eyelashes.
“OH MY GOD!” Farrah shrieked as Adore’s laugh rang throughout the salon.
“What? I’m a classy lady, so I insisted that we let her join in once she woke up. I feel bad, I had Ivy screaming so loud I think she ended up waking the poor girl up…Anyway, at least it all worked out in my favor in the end.” Courtney shrugged.
“That’s fucking badass!” Adore cackled.
As the girls laughed together on the second floor, Bianca’s phone rang with a text.
Bob: Sorry bitch, got plans already. Soon!
Bianca frowned, sitting back in her chair as she began to feel a sinking feeling hit her stomach. Adore was fitting in great with the other girls (and Bob), which was great - fantastic even. But she couldn’t help but feel lonely as she heard them laugh and gossip upstairs, not even paying her any mind.
She watched the clock tick down, slowly watching as their lunches all trickled away before she barked Adore’s name to beckon her back downstairs.
“Yeah, B?” Adore called as she skipped down the steps.
“Can you get me lunch from EP?” Bianca asked, not making eye contact. “Cuban sandwich and if they don’t have it just get me the Chicken and Wild Rice soup.”
“Sure! Anything else?”
“Nope that’s all.” Bianca said, realizing at the last second that she was sending her into Farrah’s ex flings restaurant. Whoops.
“Okay, be back soon.” Adore said, quite cheerfully to Bianca’s surprise.
That could only mean one thing.
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“You didn’t tell her?” Bianca glared at Farrah as she mixed toner into a small color bowl.
“I-I didn’t know how to tell her!” Farrah protested. “It’s not like we were official. She won’t come out of the damn closet.”
“So let me get this straight, Eureka wouldn’t come out of the closet so you didn’t consider you guys to be an item?”
“It was a mutual understanding.” Farrah clipped.
Bianca was utterly disgusted. First of all, you don’t keep past relations from someone you’re dating. Especially if they work just down the street and have multiple opportunities a day to get in touch with them! The only reason people hid exes from their current partners was to still have them as an option in case things don’t work out.
“Mutual or not, Adore has the right to know especially since we work almost right fucking next to her!” Bianca snapped. “If you really respected Adore you would tell her.”
The tension was growing thick between the two of them. Maybe part of it was jealousy, but the other part of it was that Bianca cared about Adore and didn’t want to see her get hurt.
“Bianca enough.” Courtney hissed. “This is Farrah’s relationship, not yours. Stop trying to get into her business.”
Bianca shot daggers at Courtney with her eyes before she turned her attention back to Farrah, making sure to keep intense eye contact with her. She learned a long time ago that her eyes were her deadliest weapon.
“She deserves to know, Farrah.” Bianca spat, before going back downstairs to her office. Leaving a confused Farrah alone in the shampoo area, with a bowl of color and a bigger mess than she anticipated.
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“Hi, can I get the cuban, a blueberry/lemon scone, a raspberry salad and a grilled cheese to go?” Adore asked as she approached the cash register.
“That sounds like Bianca’s order-“ Eureka stopped in her tracks as she turned around and faced the raven haired beauty. Her heart sank as she noticed she was even more beautiful up close. Her lips were plump and full, a cherry red color from the lip balm she had put on. Heavily lined blue eyes were a striking contrast against the long black hair framing her face. The mystery girl’s skin was smooth and to top it all off she had impeccable bone structure. She stared up at her slightly in awe, so mesmerized by how pretty she was.
But then she remembered she was supposed to hate her. She entered in the order on the cash register seriously, trying not to make anymore eye contact.
“It is! I guess you know her order pretty well by now huh?” Adore laughed.
“Yeah. Anything else?” Eureka asked coldly, grabbing a paper bag quickly.
Adore’s smile faded as she shifted uncomfortably. Did she say something wrong?
“No that’s it.” Adore mumbled.
“$30.65.”
Adore raised an eyebrow before handing over the company credit card. Eureka slid it, handing her the receipt before going back to the kitchen to get her food.
“Hey what’s your name again?” Adore asked when she came back.
“Eureka.”
Adore felt her blood go cold as she realized that this was the girl that Farrah used to flirt with to get free food. She wondered if that was all that they did. By the glare on her round face, she was assuming that there was something that she didn’t know.
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Suicide Squad #15
Super-tits?
Not that he can draw any body type particularly well.
Now that Amanda has appeared to yell, "Surprise! Everything is different than you thought it was, Rustam!", Katana slips out of her bonds and chops Deadshot's hand off. That's okay. He probably wasn't using his left hand too much anyway. Except probably to masturbate. That might seem improbable but I'm right-handed and I masturbate with my left hand. I switched up decades ago when I was still a teenager because I was masturbating so much that my penis was curving to one side. I had to even it out! Eventually, I just got used to using my left! Plus, it's much sexier this way.
Guess what? Harley Quinn also isn't dead! I know, right?! What the hell! Suicide Squad? More like Cozy Time Fun Blast Squad. I bet Hack didn't die either! And I bet Deadshot's cut off arm was one of those fake plastic Halloween ones that my creepy uncle pretends he's wearing when he touches all the cute young mother's butts.
The Burning World Buddies realize maybe they should be named the Suicide Squad as Captain Boomerang cuts off Ravan's head and Killer Croc begins to eat Manticore and Enchantress casts a death spell on Jinn. Or Djinn? Whatever.
Finally, Deadshot shoots Rustam in the back because Deadshot always works for Amanda Waller. He works for her so hard that he's willing to have a hand cut off while doing it. It was obvious he was still with the Squad or else Katana would have cut off his right hand. Even for Deadshot, it's tough to make accurate shots with his left wrist pistol when he can only look out of the scope visor over his right eye.
In the end, it turns out Amanda was controlling everything the whole time, just like everybody reading this knew. So obvious. I was just joking when I kept repeating that Amanda Waller was really dead. I never actually believed it for once! No, really! I didn't! I just said it for laughs! Seriously! Why won't you believe me?! I'm a Grandmaster Comic Book Reader, dammit!
Later, Amanda checks out Hack's body down in the morgue so she can say a thing she's never said since The New 52 began.
If by "some," you mean "a few Man-bats here and there," then sure, I guess.
Deadshot gets a new metal arm because it's cool and shit. Plus he gets to see his daughter and spend a weekend on the coast with her. Apparently the only way to get Amanda Waller to play nice is if you open a fucking vein for her.
Amanda Waller explains the magic of how she made it look like she died in the second story. It's the usual stuff, magic and assassins. Plus she explains that the president has given her permission to use General Zod in her Suicide Squad. Because why not? Nothing can go wrong there as long as she's got a little Kryptonite in her back pocket, right?
The Ranking!
No change! I totally don't believe Hack is dead! Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice, shame on you! Fool me three times, shame on you! Fool me four times, shame on you! Fool me five times, shame on you! Fool me six times, shame on you! Fool me seven times, shame on you! Fool me eight times, shame on you! Fool me nine times, shame on me!
#Suicide Squad#DC Comics#Rob Williams#John Romita Jr.#Eddy Barrows#Richard Friend#Eber Ferreira#Dean White#Adriano Lucas
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The Girl in the Red Dress
Be warned, this contains graphic descriptions!
It was a normal Friday night for myself. It was 6.00pm and I was getting ready to go to a party at a friend's house. My stereo was blasting heavy metal and I was in the bathroom, shaving in the mirror while wearing nothing but a towel around my waist.
I rinsed the excess shaving foam off of my face and splashed on some aftershave, which stung slightly. Next I went through to the main room of my bed-sit apartment and threw the towel aside. I looked through my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black, stonewashed jeans and a black, short-sleeved shirt.
I lay them down on the king-sized bed and walked over to my dresser. From the dresser I took out a pair of black boxer-briefs and a pair of black cotton socks. I placed the garments on top of my other clothes on the bed and stood in front of my full-length mirror.
I was muscular and I always stopped to take it in whenever I could. Most of my body had been covered in tattoos, mostly depicting violence and death. I designed them all myself because during the day, I ran my own tattoo studio down town. It was a very busy studio and that was because of my expertise. You see, I was the most decorated tattoo artist in the city (Both in tattoos and awards).
My body hair was always at a minimum, the only visible body hair being in my armpits, and I could plainly see my large penis in the mirror. At eight inches soft, it was quite a monster. Even more so when it was at it's full eleven inches when hard. I named it “The Beast”.
I pulled on my boxer-briefs, which bulged in the crotch from my big guy. Next I pulled on my socks, sitting on the bed so that I didn't fall over. Up next was the jeans which slipped on and were held up with a black leather belt. I then pulled on my shirt and buttoned it up.
I dusted myself down and checked myself out in the mirror. I was gorgeous.
I stepped over to the other side of the room and sat down on my futon. I pulled on a pair of black leather army boots and tied the laces up. I then stood up and picked up my black leather jacket. After putting on my jacket, I turned off the stereo and left my apartment to go to the party.
On my way to the party, I stopped by my local supermarket to pick up some alcohol. I grabbed a two litre of dry cider and two seventy-five centilitres bottles of whiskey. Only the whiskey was for the party, the cider was for on the way there.
I hated paying for buses that were rarely cleaned and crammed full of people, so I usually walked to all the parties I went to. So the cider helped pass the time while I walked.
It took nearly an hour to walk to my friend's house on the other side of the small city and I had already finished the cider. And although there was two litres of cider in my system, I was nowhere near tipsy.
I knocked on the door and my friend, John, Answered the door. John was a metal-head like me but he was nowhere near as well kept as I was. He was slightly chubby, always wore old clothes, had a long, shabby beard and long hair to match. He resembled homeless bum.
“Gabriel!” he yelled over the loud music. “You made it!”
“I brought my own booze.” I said, holding up a bottle of whiskey in each hand.
“Good for you!” he yelled. “We're doing absinthe shots later on. You in?”
“Nah, I'm good bro.” I replied.
He invited me in and I followed, closing the front door behind me. The inside of John's apartment was huge. There was plenty of space for everyone and I had estimated that there was about fifty people there.
Despite his shabby looks, John was actually loaded. When he was eighteen, he had come up with an idea that I won't delve into with the details, but the important thing was that his ingenious idea had made him a millionaire.
And despite his fortune, his apartment was scarcely furnished. The main room had no furniture other than two large couches and sixty inch television which was mounted on the wall.
The music was blaring from the television and everyone was having a good time, drinking and socialising. I stood near the doorway to the hallway and cracked open my first bottle of whiskey. John had disappeared into the kitchen, his usual domain at parties, And I was left with a bunch of people I didn't know.
“You can put your coat in the spare bedroom.” a guy standing beside me said into my ear.
“Thanks.” I replied. “I'm Gabriel.” I offered my hand.
He shook my hand. “I'm Dave, I live here with John.”
“You must have moved in recently.” I said
“Yeah. Apparently John didn't like living in this big apartment on his own so he put an advert in the paper for a room-mate. I answered it.”
“Lucky you.” I said and headed back down the hall.
I found the spare room which had nothing in it except a bed with a bare mattress, topped with a few coats. I took my jacket off and hung it up in the closet, the unopened bottle of whiskey still in the inside pocket.
I returned to the party and was instantly taken aside by a pretty blonde girl wearing black skinny jeans and a baggy tank-top.
“Nice tattoos.” she said, stroking my left arm. “Who designed them?”
“I did.”
“No fucking way!” she yelled “What do you do for a living?”
“I'm a tattoo artist.”
“That's fucking awesome!” I could tell she was already drunk. “I like this one here the most.”
She pointed out the tattoo on the inside of my left forearm. It was a pile of skulls, each one decorated to depict characters from my favourite video games.
“That one depicts my favourite video games.” I said.
“Why they all dead like that?”
“To go with the theme of the rest of my arm.” I pulled my sleeve up on my shirt, showing several more skeleton-related tattoos.
“Dude!” she yelled. “You are fucking legendary!”
She swayed slightly, probably from light-headedness.
“You should go sit down.” I said.
She swayed again. “You're probably right.” she paused for a moment. “I need a piss.”
And just like that, she was gone. And thank god for that.
I went through to the kitchen in the hopes that I wouldn't run into the blonde drunk girl again and ran in with John and several other people, mostly girls.
“Gabe!” he yelled with excitement “Nice of you to join us in the party zone.”
“Seems like the party is actually through there.” I pointed to the living room with my thumb.
“Nonsense!” he yelled. He like to yell a lot. “Those idiots don't know how to have a party!”
It was quite smoky in the kitchen, most likely due to the fact that all twelve people, except me, was smoking.
There was a ting and John got even more excited. He turned around and turned off the cooker and pulled out a baking tray with brownies on it.
“Here's why the kitchen is the best place to have a party!” he yelled, placing the baking tray on the centre island of the kitchen.
I could already tell what was in the brownies from the distinct aroma that they emitted. They were definitely pot brownies.
“You know, guys.” he said while beginning to cut up the brownies onto a serving plate. “I heard a guy the other day saying that he does all sorts of drugs. I could tell that he was just trying to impress his friends who were all smoking pot at the time. And the guy said, and I quote, “I inject four marijuanas a day!””
The room burst into laughter, me included. Even I knew that you didn't inject cannabis. It was almost impossible to do so. I also know that successfully injecting cannabis was one of the few ways it could kill you.
“What a fucking idiot!” I heard a red-headed girl shout. “Did his friends laugh at him?”
“You can bet your fucking ass they did!” John laughed some more. “They laughed at him so hard that he ran off, crying like a child!”
They all laughed some more. While I did find it amusing, I didn't laugh at all.
“Come on, Gabriel.” John said. “That was hilarious. Why are you not laughing?”
I forced a little laugh to make him happy.
“There we go.” he said as he served the brownies onto plates and began handing them out. “You want one Gabriel?”
“Sure.”
I had never taken drugs before so this was a first for me. I took the brownie from him and took a large bite. It was delicious. Before, I had always taken John's word when he said that the weed brought out the flavour of the chocolate in the brownies, now I knew it was true.
I munched down the rest of my brownie and returned the plate to John.
“Was it good?” he asked.
“Fucking amazing.” I replied “How long until it kicks in?”
“Anything up to an hour.” he said, starting to eat his second brownie. “Try not to eat too many, seeing as you're drinking as well.”
“Sure.”
I stood there, in the kitchen, listening to the others tell stories about other times they took drugs. There was this redhead girl beside me, dressed in a tight tank top and black leggings who started talking to me.
“About a week ago,” she said. “I went to a party where everyone was smoking weed.”
I nodded to her to tell her to keep going.
“I was handed a bong and I ended up smoking a whole ounce to myself. I was fucking wrecked. Then before I knew it, I was having sex with this strange guy on the kitchen floor.”
“Wow.” I said.
“Yeah I know!” she yelled. “Then he came inside of me and walked away. And before I could get up, his friend was on top of me, fucking me. I was too stoned to do anything.”
“So you were raped?”
“No, it wasn't like that. I actually enjoyed it. Then once he was done, another guy took his place, and then another.”
“So you let four strangers have their way with you?”
“Not quite.” she said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, after the fourth guy, I was led into the living room stripped naked and tied to the coffee table. It was exciting. Before I knew what was happening, I had a guy in my ass, two others playing with my tits and a girl grinding her bare, wet pussy on my face.”
I was staring at her breasts, which were huge. “Think we'll have a repeat tonight?”
She laughed. “One can only hope.”
“So what happened next?” I could feel the cannabis kicking in and thanks to the whiskey, I had begun to lose my inhibitions.
“after six more guys ejaculated inside me, one of the girls began fisting my pussy as another guy shoved his dick in my mouth. I sucked that dick until he came and the girl fisted me until I came. And what was even better was that the whole thing was recorded on my phone.”
“Really?”
“Don't believe me? Here, have a look.”
She took out her phone and played the video file. Right enough, it was recorded right from the point of the first guy in the kitchen. She fast-forwarded the video to the point where she was tied down. I was getting hard just watching this video.
“Your tits are really nice.”
“Thanks.” she replied.
She fast-forwarded the clip again and I watched as she was fisted until she came. The girl fisting her was covered in the juices that sprayed from her vagina.
“Amazing.” I said.
“I know, right? I enjoyed myself at that party.”
“Can I see your tits first hand?”
She looked at me with a surprised expression then suddenly took her top off and unhooked her bra. Everyone cheered as her huge breasts were exposed for everyone to see. And for some strange reason, the other girls in the kitchen followed her example.
I counted seven topless women in the kitchen with us. I began to hear moaning from the living room so I went to investigate. To my surprise, there was already an orgy under way in the living room. Women fucking men, women fucking women and even a man fucking another man.
I returned to the kitchen to find everyone in there already getting down to business. The woman I wanted to fuck, the redhead girl who got gang-banged at her last party, was sucking on John's dick. I felt left out so I returned to the living room.
I downed the last of the whiskey and then looked around at the people having sex without me. I put the empty bottle on the floor and contemplated joining in with the two girls locked in a sixty-nine position. Then I saw her.
She was the only girl still wearing clothes. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and was wearing a long red lace dress. She looked straight at me, staring right into my eyes. She was beautiful.
I watched as she slowly made her way through the crowd of people engaged in sexual activities and left the room into the hallway. I ran over to the door which she had left through and just managed to catch a glimpse of her going into the toilet. I went into the spare room and grabbed my second bottle of whiskey.
I drunk about a quarter of the bottle before knocking on the bathroom door. The door opened slightly and through the crack I could see a single blue eye looking out at me.
“Fancy some fun?” I said with a big smile on my face.
“Depends on what you have in mind?” her voice was soft and soothing.
“Hows about some private fun in there? Just me and you, we'll rock each other's worlds.”
She paused for a second. “Come in.”
I entered the bathroom which was covered in white tiles with a single magnolia wall. It was quite spacious for a bathroom. I finally saw her in full, up close. Her long blonde hair hung in natural curls, covering half her face. Her curves were quite prominent in her tight, lace dress which came half-way down her thighs. I could tell she wasn't wearing tights of any kind. She wore red high heeled shoes with red nail polish on her toenails and fingernails.
She locked the bathroom door after I was in the room.
“You excited?” she said, closing the gap between us, putting her arms around my waist and staring up into my eyes.
“Yeah, I'm excited. Although I'm quite wasted.”
“Really? I haven't touched anything tonight.”
“So you're sober?”
“Yes.”
“And you still want to do this?”
“I get my kicks in other ways.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“It's better if I just show you.”
She kissed me. It was anything but a small peck. She grabbed my hair and pulled me close to her, crushing my lips against hers. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue between my lips, feeling about my mouth with it. I met her tongue with mine, caressing it all over with my slippery organ. The cannabis I had ingested earlier was heightening the sensation.
She grabbed my ass with one hand, the other firmly holding my face in place. My left hand travelled down her back to squeeze her ass, my right moved up to cup her breast. She gave a moan of pleasure.
She pulled back and I opened my eyes. My heart jumped when I saw her. Her pale skin was now a dark grey, her eyes were black with gold irises and horns had sprouted from her head. I was going to scream but after I had blinked, she was back to normal.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“I... I'm okay.” I lied.
She took a step back and turned around. “Unzip me.”
I took a hold of the zip on the back of the dress and pulled it down. I watched as the lace dress slipped to the floor with ease, revealing red lace matching bra and thong. Her skin was flawless and all I could think about was how cute she looked, standing there in front of me.
“How do I look?” she asked, blushing.
“Amazing.”
She grabbed me by the belt buckle and pulled me close. Slowly, she unbuckled my belt then she unbuttoned my jeans. She then pulled my jeans down to my ankles and forced me to sit down on the toilet seat. She then got down on her knees slowly and pulled down my boxer-briefs, my already hard member standing to attention.
She took it in one hand and gently stroked it.
“You like that?”
“Mmm... yeah.” I moaned
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as she continued to stroke me gently. I felt her wrap her lips around the tip, her tongue stroking it gently, moist with saliva. It felt amazing.
I opened my eyes and looked down to her. Her grey skin and horns were back and I was just about to scream when she stopped and turned back to normal. She smiled at me, baring jagged teeth. But once she closed her mouth and opened it again to put my cock in it once more, her teeth were back to normal.
This is some powerful weed, I thought to myself.
I was coming close to a climax when she stopped sucking and stood up.
“Can't have you finishing before the main event, can we?”
She then unclipped her bra and tossed it aside before slowly pulling down her thong and placed it aside. She then climbed on top of me, legs on either side, and slipped me inside of her with ease.
Inside her was warm and wet. I had never felt this good just being inside someone. Every girl that I had been with before had always made me use a condom but for some reason, this girl didn't care. I didn't care either as long as it didn't come back to bite me in the ass.
She went gentle at first, using my whole length to pleasure herself. Up and down, up and down, slow and gentle. She stroked a nipple on my face and I licked it.
She moaned as my tongue caressed her nipple. I gave it a suck and then a bite. She moaned even more.
“Yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Bite it just like that.”
She began to grind on my cock as I played with her nipples. Harder and harder, she kept grinding. I looked up at her and she gazed down into my eyes. She then pulled me close to her, my head in her chest.
I pulled back to kiss her but what I saw stopped me. She was glaring at me, the grey skin, horns and golden eyes were back. Her mouth was wide open with jagged teeth and a long purple tongue hanging over her chin.
“Give me a kiss, baby.” she said in a deep, almost demonic voice.
I opened my mouth to scream but as I did, the girl sprouted dragon-like wings and shoved her long tongue down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away but was unable to because now she was holding onto my head.
And she was still riding my hard cock, fast and hard. I no longer wanted to fuck her but she was not giving me the choice. Between her tongue down my throat, her hands gripping my head and her pelvic floor grasping my dick, I was in no position to even attempt escape.
And then it happened. Suddenly I felt release, in more ways than one. At the precise moment that I had reached climax, the girl let go of my head and removed her tongue from my throat. I moaned with relief and she moaned with pleasure. I felt her insides contract as she too reached climax.
I closed my eyes as we sat there, motionless, waiting for her climax to stop. Then she got off of me, a quick movement which pained my still sensitive member.
I had no idea how long I sat there with my eyes closed but when I opened them, the girl was standing there, in front of me, fully clothed and back to normal with semen dripping down her right leg, holding her thong in her hand.
“This was indeed, fun.” she said with a grin on her face. “Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“What the fuck happened? You freaked me out there.”
She stepped over to me and tilted my head up to look her in the eyes. “That's simple, babe. I was not invited to this party. I let myself in. In fact I am not even of this world.”
Her features slowly changed back into the horrifying monster.
“I am what you'd call a succubus.” She said in her deep demonic voice. And I have come here for the sole purpose of seducing you.”
“Wh... why me?” I asked, fear in my mind.
“So I can make you do my bidding, of course.”
“But... but...”
“No buts now.” she grinned again. “Now, sleep.”
She clicked her fingers and everything went black.
When I came to, I was stark naked and lying on what I could only assume was John's bed. I was sticky, like all over. I peeled myself off of John's bedsheets and looked around the room. The only light in the room was the orange glow of the street lights outside the building beaming through the open curtains.
I walked over to the door and tried to turn on the light but nothing happened when I hit the switch.
I think the bulb is done. I thought to myself.
I opened the door to the living room and was surprised to find that the lights were off.
“Hello?” I called out. “Anyone here?”
I felt along the wall for the light switch. There was a stickiness to the floor. I tripped on something on my way. It was long and squishy but cold. Almost like a leg of an animal without hair.
I flicked the switch on the wall and stood there, staring at my hand. My hand was covered in dark red blood, most likely what was causing the sticky sensation when I woke up. Where did this blood come from? Why was I covered in the stuff?
I looked back towards the bedroom reluctantly and saw the thing I had almost tripped over. It was a leg, severed from it's body at the knee. I could tell it had belonged to a woman by the blue nail polish on the toes.
I felt sick but I felt the need to turn around and look at the rest of the room. Turning slowly, I took in the nightmare that was the living room.
There was blood everywhere: all over the carpet, the couches and even on the tv. There was a message on the wall written in blood.
'The night of the all mighty Dark Lord is upon us.' it read.
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