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wherenymphsroam · 5 months

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52 :3

And can I also kiss you?? 😭

52: “Can I kiss you?”

prompt game :^)

⟡ cw: mentions of withdrawals, struggles with alcoholism, depression, specifically soggy wet cat vendetta leon but can be read with damnation leon in mind :3

⟡ a/n: YES we are smooching, i am kissin u on the mouf rn 🤍

“Can I kiss you?”

What the hell was he saying.

One minute, he’s trembling over a plate of eggs and pancakes back at the hotel, and now he’s barely holding himself back from slumping against your shoulder like an old dog. You had insisted on dragging his miserable ass out of there, told him to get his shit together. That you were going for a ride, and he should hang on.

(Of course he was too stubborn to let you drive, no matter the fact that he had already put down half a bottle this morning.)

So despite his better judgement, he allowed you pull him away from those four walls that were his hotel room, all under the promise that it’d still be there when he got back.

Sure, he didn’t want to leave. If his hangover had anything to say about it, he’d be tucked back under the covers of that shitty, scratchy duvet in the fetal position. His head was pounding. But sat here on this stoop tucked away into the mountains, overlooking the small town he had sought out to lick his wounds within, the cool breeze sweeps away some of the tension in his facial features. The fresh air has coaxed that stress out of his shoulders, loosened him up in a way alcohol hadn’t managed to in years.

But maybe it was you.

You, tucked against his side, thumbing slow circles into the back of his palm. The scent of your shampoo drifting through the breeze that passes his nose that has his heart rate slowing. Honestly, he didn’t want to pull this apart. Whether it was the fresh air or you by his side that had him relaxing for the first time in months (years?), it didn’t matter. Because he asked a stupid question, and he doesn’t really feel like taking it back.

“Leon, you’re drunk,” you scoff, shaking your head. As if kissing your superior was such a far fetched idea. Or maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him. He couldn’t blame you, he’s not sure he even bothered to pack a toothbrush when he sought out a direct flight to Colorado.

“I’m the most sober I’ve been in weeks, right now.”

In his defense, he was telling the truth. After arriving at that run down mug, he had made it his mission to slug back as much as he could before he had to leave. Because he knew this was coming — whether in the form of a text message detailing his next deployment, or with the arrival of military personnel — and he had stuck it to himself to ignore it for as long as possible. Started digging that hole of sweet silence into his subconscious the second he got his room key.

And yet…. Here he was. Sobered up and wanting. Forced to face the sad reality that he was lonely, damn it.

Alright, universe, you win. He’ll admit it. Why else would you be playing with his head like this? Those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the stars. Pretty lips that fill out so delicately, cheeks that look softer than anything he’s felt in months. You were the embodiment of something a man like him didn’t deserve, and no withdrawal could create the guttural rawness of the wound this reality inflicted on him.

You weren’t a daydream, and you weren’t an illusion. You were tangible, distantly so. And after having been dragged back down to earth, he needed something stronger than what was in his flask.

Chancing a glance over at him, it’s clear you’re debating with yourself. Your teeth tucking that sweet bottom lip under them, plush in how it swells ever so slightly under the pressure. Lashes fluttering when you search his features. He was definitely in better shape than you had found him this morning, silverware clinking and wobbling in his unsteady grip.

The sight almost made you want to slip them from his hands, cut his food up for him like a doting mother. Maybe guide a few bites past his lips like some guilt ridden caregiver, anything to bring some color back to his cheeks.

But you’d never say that out loud.

“… I believe you,” you hum, gaze shifting back up from the dip of his cupids bow. A shitty cover to ignore how you had just wondered how that scruff over it would feel against your mouth. “Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He dryly laughs, short and null of any real humor. “Just like how joining this god forsaken organization wasn’t either, right?”

Silence. Thick, drawn out.

Few people knew just how Leon ended up in the DSO, landed himself in such a comfortable place with the higher ups. And fewer knew why he stayed. It’s hard to really respond to that when you’re not part of that statistic.

“I’m sorry,” you find yourself muttering softly, turning away again. Shifting your focus back out to gaze over the town below, the traffic flow of patrons returning home, shops turning off lights.

“Don’t be. I’m being a dick right now.”

Leon forgot how snippy he could be during withdrawals nowadays. Made him feel like an overgrown baby, still stuck in his oral phase. That flask in his pocket might as well have become a pacifier, anything to keep him from spinning off the handle.

“You’re acting like one, yeah. Doesn’t make you one.”

Pausing, Leon glances at you, follows the line of your side profile for a moment. Studies the line of your nose, the slope of your top lip. Down and over the jut of your chin, the retreat of your jaw. He wanted to follow that track with the bridge of his nose, maybe press his lips to the hollow of your throat.

Fuck. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as sober as he thought.

Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, glances out in the general direction you’re looking in. Can’t help how he finds similarities between the slopes of the mountains and your face.

“I’m glad you think so.”

#HIIIII um sowwy I used this prompt as a punching bag :3 #me when pathetic depressed men: YIIPPEEEEE !!!!!!#blaming my moms poor choices of boyfriends in my formative years fr 💪#yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚#fairies. 𐦍 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #vendetta leon x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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Since I’m 50% a sadistic freak. I was thinking. After us rejecting Levi and such and him just wanting us. One day we walk into his office and up to him. He kinda confused because we always avoid him now. But we grab him and kiss him. Big ole smooch on his mouf. We grab his face and caress his neck. Then after a second we pull away and are like. “ Sorry just wanted to confirm my feelings for you. They remain the same. There are none. Well toodles Levi thanks for the help 😘” blowing him a kiss and walking back to the door.

oooo i like this idea. this is also gonna be in Levi's POV

cw: Levi is plotting murder in his head, slight sexual themes, Levi being whipped for you, Levi gets a lil carried away, Levi's thoughts abt you... its v disturbing,

The short man sat in his office twirling a pen in his fingertips, eyes hardened and narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips set into a pout. You were still avoiding him. Did you still think that he wouldn't act on his promises? It was a ridiculous thought, but who knows what goes on in your head.

After the unfortunate passing of Erwin and a few bold Cadets that he couldn't remember the names of, he was sure you'd know by now. Surely you did. You were just being stubborn, seeing how far you could push him- how far his patience would go...

He'd have to put an end to this rebellious streak of yours. He'd have to go for someone close to you this time. Someone that means the world to you... Armin Arlert. The two of you are rather close. A bit too close if you'd ask him. It would be two birds with one stone, really. He'd be sending a message to you and squashing another pest.

Levi was doing all of this for you, really. The world is dangerous and filled to the brim with filth, he was just cleaning it up for you- protecting you... That's what he told himself. Levi knew (deep, deep down) he was just as dangerous, if not more so, than everyone else. He'd had sinister intentions since he was just a boy and was well-versed in combat and any weapon- no thanks to Kenny and growing up in the Underground. He was well aware.

But Levi was a selfish, selfish man. He knew you'd be better off with someone who had a healthy mindset. He knew you deserved better than him, but he couldn't let you. He couldn't let anyone else have you- love you. It would kill him. Just thinking about it made him feel like he couldn't breathe, so Levi would settle for eliminating any nuisance and competition. He would break you into submission and ruin you, and then build you back up.

Ending those thoughts there, he returns to plotting yet another murder. Half-heartedly signing papers, he wonders what he should do this time. Maybe he could leave Armin's body on your bed after stitching up his chest, and place the boy's heart all nice and tidy in a pretty box for you. Force someone to write you a note, warning you who would be next should you continue to disregard his warnings and his love for you. Yes, that would do nicely.

Approaching footsteps alert Levi of a presence as he sets his paperwork to the side, finally finished. The footsteps come to a halt just outside his office door, knocking once, twice, three times before swinging the door open. In the doorway stands you, disheveled and breathing heavily. Levi glances at his watch, the hands reading 2:37am. The man blinks a few times as you approach him (in your nightclothes) with a purpose, stopping a few inches from his seated form.

"[Name]? What's wrong? Did someon-"

You cut the man off, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, settling yourself in his lap, and pressing your lips against his heatedly. Levi immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his firm chest, lips and tongue tangled with your own. His hands shift to your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

His eyes flutter beneath his lids, warmth filling his chest and heart soaring. You'd finally accepted him. You'd finally accepted him. You'd finally realized that his love knew no bounds and had chosen him. He wouldn't have to worry about the filth roaming these halls and the streets of the town.

Levi feels his pants begin to grow tighter and tighter, rocking your hips back and forth against his bulge ever so slowly. He'd take you here- Levi would take you in his office, screaming and crying his name so loud that everyone would know you belong to him and he to you. You were finally his.

Levi's head begins to feel light, hips bucking against your own, pressing himself as close to you as he could, wondering if you'd let him carve his name into your collarbone, marking you as his forever. Levi groans into your lips at the thought. Your fingers find refuge in his locks, tugging ever so slightly, kisses slowing to a stop as you begin to pull away.

The two of you gaze into each other's eyes, one filled with lust and love, and the other's unreadable. Levi releases a soft whine, shifting forward to kiss you again, drunk on the taste of your lips. Your hand presses against his chest, stopping him, then trailing up to his face, brushing over his skin. The pads of your fingers trace each feature, then shifts to Levi's neck, rubbing gentle circles as you observe him.

You sigh pitifully, murmuring, "Sorry, Captain. I wanted to see where my feelings for you stand. Seems as if nothing has changed."

Levi's jaw drops, expression crestfallen as you remove yourself from his lap, too heartbroken and stunned to reach for you as you make your way to the door again. You glance back at him once more, a smirk tugging at your lips, as you close the door to his office.

"[N-Name]..."

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eldritch-spouse · 10 months

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Oh no, I drank a mysterious potion out of curiosity and now I'm ten inches tall. What will the clergy boys do?

You're tiny 🤏

Morell is so scared you're going to like... Fall into one of his pots and end up boiled to death. Nuh huh, you're staying in his smock's pocket. Or in his scarf. He doesn't want you running lose around his kitchen, you'll get cut, you'll get stomped, not happening. On the other hand, the chef would like some distance, because it would be so easy to just gobble you up and his intrusive thoughts are being merciless right now.

Gallon has a whole lot of fun pretending to dip you into drinks. You're only allowed to walk around the counter if you stick right in front of him. Otherwise he'll make a tendril just to hold you throughout the day. He's absolutely still going to try to trap you inside himself. It's much easier now! Although he doesn't want you to panic due to the size difference.

Santi is drooling. Oh sweet minx, you're going all sorts of ways. Santi's going to try to shove you into his slit, and it's not a bright idea. He wants you to hug his cock and kiss it and talk about how big he is. He wants to cum on you just to watch it drip off your body like hot wax. Santi needs to eat you out and stick your entire lower body in his mouth. He's so ready to have you grind on his finger, just drunk off the possibilities.

Grimbly... Is panicking. He's supposed to be the small one! Oh no. Everyone's going to try to take you away from him now that you're doll sized!! Grimbly tells you to hold onto his horns while he works, hissing violently whenever anyone gets too close and generally avoiding conversation with clients- Which is uncharacteristic. Maybe the bat likes being able to have you all to himself without effort, but it's not meant to be this way.

Nebul is perplexed. This will require some adaptation, for sure. Small as you are, he might as well get a container for you. A cage? No, don't look at him like that, he'll furnish it accordingly. Purpur is not allowed to touch you because he will crush you accidentally and cry himself to death. The wraith has to be much much lighter with punishments, but loves making you put on a tiny show for him while he strokes himself off. You're adorable.

Patches is more annoyed than anything. You can't just drink anything you find, are you nuts?! Stay on his desk, please. The dullahan unfortunately gets very distracted from his work and makes several breaks just to find an excuse to hold you, sometimes brushing pens against you, dislodging your clothes, tipping you over just so he can see your undies- Stitches has no hesitation in throwing you into his pants.

Vinnel is having such a grand old time! Ooooh boy, where's he going to put his dolly next? Oh, how about this very tall shelf. Sheesh poppet, how will make it down now, hm? He throws you in the air a little, only to catch you and do it again. You're stroked and pressed to orgasm several times until you've soaked his hand in your fluids, until you're crying for him to stop, and he's palming himself like a mutt to the show. You've also been sentenced to dress up dolly time forever now.

Belo is consumed by worry. Dear Krulu, you're so fragile like this! He needs to keep you safe at all times. Hold onto his head, his halo, please just don't let go of him, you can get lost or swiped or kicked and Belo wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to you. He wants to cut food into tiny pieces just so he can watch you try to chomp at it with his big old lavender eyes.

Sybastian puts you in his mouth. Immediately. No thoughts no questions just mouf. It's not exactly the best scent in the world, but you're very safe there, he won't swallow you. The mimiclings are thrilled about this and they will carry you everywhere behind Syb when he can't hold you himself. When alone, he's still going to lick you all over and try to make you grind on his tongue.

Fank-e squeals so high he breaks his voice box and probably deafens you a little. You're SO CUTE. Do a little dance! For him, please? You're staying in his torn up top the whole day while he speeds around, occasionally stopping to pet you, give you sips from drinks and presenting you to everyone he knows like a wet cat. Haha, look at my meow meow- He will still pin you on his palm and vibrate his thumb until you're squeaking and squealing.

Krulu sighs. You're already so small, this is just added insult. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you're sentenced to the role of a shoulder corvid, hanging off the protrusions near his clavicles or passed around between six hands like a toy. You're pretty useless at this size, so he makes sure that you stay within a safe range from him. The higher will shrink meals and pretend to be annoyed, but in reality, his lower eye is constantly darting to you and his lips twitch up sometimes. Precious.

#Morell oc #Gallon oc #Vinnel oc #Nebul oc #Belo oc #Patches oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Sybastian oc #Fank-e oc

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just1gnome · 10 months

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Y'all I'm thinking about Beacon(<-just finished 19) I drew him once and with the way I colored him I couldn't get like . giraffe tongue vibes out of my head? Sneak peak for clarity

And then I started thinking. mouf... mouf tongue.....

So I'll probably end up redesigning my Beacon in a big way because the idea of the mouth facing up and the blade of the sword coming out of it like a horrible metal tongue is so Beacon core it's so yucky to think about I'm obsessed with it

I also imagine because OBVIOUSLY this thang can't function like a normal tongue, that he only gives the illusion of speaking? The sound comes out of the sword from the mouth, yes, but his lips don't fully move? Like he's emoting with his mouth kinda- do you see my vision? Like an animatic

Y'all I love this little hater

#the adventure zone #taz amnesty #duck newton #taz beacon #beacon the adventure zone #gnomisms

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Happy Mother's Day

A/N: I absolutely need to be caged for this thought but also the idea tickled me so much I had to write it. This is straight up filth, thoughts and feedback welcome 🖤 NOT EDITED OR SPELL CHECKED

TW'S: MDNI, YANDERE, SUB!RICKY, DOM!F!READER, MOMMY KINK, SPITTING IN MOUF, ORAL M RECEIVING, BRAT TAMING, ROPE PLAY, COWGIRL, CREAMPIE, GAGGING WITH PANTIES, SLIGHT DEGRADING TOWARDS RICKY BUT HE LOVES IT, PRAISE

The sweetest sounding gasps left the long haired man's mouth, his head thrown back on his pillow as he cursed under his breath, his lips red and swollen from the rough treatment you'd been subjecting him to all night, he'd made sure to give you just the right amount of attitude throughout the day, snapping and pushing your buttons in the way only he knew how.

By the time you two had returned to your shared home he was practically vibrating in place, he rolled his neck between his shoulders, his body tense in anticipation as he cracked his fingers, practically bouncing in place as he awaited the reaction he'd been goading you into giving him all day.

A part of him was scared he'd pushed you too far with his last insensitive comment, since he'd said it you'd spent the last twenty minutes in complete silence, your leg bouncing in the passenger seat as you stared straight ahead, he knew he was in for it when you locked the front door, the click of the lock echoing throughout your home made a whine build in the back of his throat. He knew what was coming, feeling himself jump in place, the energy had shifted.

You stared at him, your usually sweet face, now stone as you walked towards him, he felt like prey being stalked down by it's natural predator, his breath began to rise as he held your burning stare, like a challenge.

The hot tingles of desire pooled in his lower abdomen, his stomach twitching as your searing gaze burned him in place, it made him feel hyper sensitive, his shirt suddenly too warm against his flesh, his pants too tight, just one heavy look from you left him twitching in his boxers, the reddened tip leaking precum against his upper thigh, he swallowed around nothing, a nervous smirk twitching at his lips.

"What's with that look love? You mad at me?" He asked, his face heating up as he poked the bear, sweat began to bead at the nape of his neck, his fingers twitching as you came closer and closer.

"Do you remember your safe word?" Was your simple, but dangerously effective response, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt, exposing your strong, soft forearms, a dark, almost predatory glint in your (e/c) eye as you stared him down. Ricky nodded yes, swallowing again as he began to lightly pant, his knees trembling, the urge to fall before you and beg for forgiveness was so, so, strong, but he resisted, wanting instead for you to push him to his knees.

"Words. I want to hear you say it." The command in your honeyed voice, the tone, left no room for negotiation, Ricky swallowed his moan, his face twitching into the most delicious expression of want.

"Firetruck, ma'am." He said, his tone shakey as he blinked at you, his gaze clouded with desire. "Good boy." You smiled at him sweetly, your hand threading through his long red hair with a tenderness that had him closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. You gave no warning before your delicate fingers were tangled in his roots, the firm grip on his hair as you yanked him to his knees made a sweet little mewl escape his parted lips. He couldn't help but moan as you manhandled him to the ground, his brows furrowed upwards as he felt himself grow even harder at your mean touch.

"Thats the fuckin' first time you've been good all day, you know that pretty?" You sighed from above him, your saccharine tone had a hint of disappointment, you sucked your teeth, tilting his head back so his slender, pale throat was exposed. He followed your lead like a ragdoll, ready and willing for anything you'd give him. "M'Sorry-" he whined as you pulled his hair harder, cutting off his plea, your free hand trailed down his face, caressing his jaw a bit before settling around his throat, you could feel his pulse slamming against your thumb as you pressed it firmly against the warm flesh.

"You're sorry? Oh sweet baby, I don't believe that for a second." You sighed, cooing at him in mock sympathy, his hands came up to hold the back of your calves, his touch loving and sweet as he pressed you further into him,

"I think you just wanted to give mommy a reason to tear you apart hm? Giving me all that fuckin' attitude, being such a brat," you said this giving his throat a firm squeeze, his breath not completely stopped, it made him leak in his boxers.

"Pl-Please Mommy." He whimpered, tears beading in his pretty red eyes as he stared up at you, pressing himself deeper into your hold. "I'm sorry - m'sorry! I'll be good for you, wanna' be good f'you." He moaned out, words slurring as he began to drool against the wrist of the hand choking him, pathetically grinding his hips against the air, desperate for any kind of reprieve.

"Mouth open slut." You ordered holding his cheeks, squeezing them together as he rushed to comply, you spit on his outstretched tongue, "Swallow." He did so without hesitation, his grin almost proud as he stuck out his clean tongue to show you, "Good to know that sweet brain of yours is still working huh?" You said smiling at him sweetly. "C'mon pup, sit on the couch for me." He crawled to the couch on all fours, his hair falling around his face, framing him like a halo on some kind of debauched Angel, he put a little sway to his hips as he crawled where you commanded, he sat in the center of the couch, his thighs clenched together as he obediently waited for your next words.

"Strip, wanna' see my baby's perfect body." You said, the tip of your tongue teasingly flicking out over your bottom lip, you stared at him like he was a piece of cake, like you were about to devour him. Ricky scrambled to kick off his black jeans, a sticky thread of precum on the fabric as he pulled them down his creamy thighs, the muscles in them twitching as you eyed him hungrily. He tossed his shirt over his head with an eagerness, his skin flushed a pretty, cherry red.

"My gorgeous baby." You coo'd stripping yourself down to nothing but your light blue panties, the sight of your perfect pussy in the satine fabric had his throat going dry, his mouth watering as he tries to lean towards your sex, his tongue begging to taste you.

"Uh uh, none of that yet, I want to play with you some more." Your voice was light and teasing as you sunk to your knees, the sight of you between his thighs had him whimpering, his cock lay twitching and messy on his stomach, he tried not to pout at your denial, knowing he earned this slight punishment.

"You get this pussy when you've earned it brat." You teased slapping the side of his muscular thigh, a sweet gasp leaving his lips as he nodded his head. "Thank you mommy." He says in a whine, desire oozing from him as he fisted the fabric of the couch cushions between his fingers.

"Spread your legs for me sweet thing." You said kissing the inner side of his knee, your hands running up and down his thighs as you watched him fall apart before you. He complied without fault and leaned back into the couch, his lips red from how hard he was biting them. "You wanna be a good boy for me right?" You prompted, head laying on his thigh as you looked up at him, your fingers massaging the flesh on his hips as you spoke, Ricky swallowed nodding before remembering your command from before, how you wanted him to use his words, "Yes! Please let me make it up to you," he held your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles sweetly, "Wanna' be so good for you." He begged, his pretty lashes wet with tears as he nodded his head.

"That's my boy." You said proudly, your smirk mean as you stuffed three of your fingers in his wet mouth. He moaned around the digits, licking and swallowing around them as he whined. You pulled your fingers from his sloppy mouth and immediately fisted his thick cock, slicking his spit along the shaft with a firm grip. "Ah- oh god yes, thank you, thank you." He grunted eyes flying shut as he tried hard not to buck into your palm.

You stroked him at your own pace, loving the way you could feel him throbbing in your hand, how his breath got shorter and shorter, you opened your mouth, drooling a clear, stream of spit directly on the weeping head of his cock, he hissed, his nails digging into the couch as you gave his thigh two firm but sweet love taps, his eyes meet your own once more, his face fucked out and red, "Eyes on me baby." Was his only warning before you wrapped your plump lips around his soaked head, your tongue swirled around the slit, your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked on his tip.

"Fuck!- Oh god, Fuck yes, thank you Mommy." He whined bucking into your mouth as you swallowed around him, taking him deeper and deeper down your throat, he felt the tears roll down his cheeks as he surrendered to you, allowing himself to be swept up in the pleasure. Broken cries and moans of your name were all you could hear as you bobbed your head, your tongue working around him sinfully, you brought a hand up to cradle his balls, taking note of the way he tensed up, how he bucked into your throat. You kept up your brutal pace, bringing him to the brink of the edge at breakneck speed, you popped off his dick with a smile, loving how fucked out he was already, you made sure he looked you in your eyes as you gave precise kitten licks down his shaft, you sucked on his balls, letting your slobber and his pre cum make the experience that much more messy, he loved when you got sloppy with him.

The mewl that left his throat had your underwear soaked through, your cunt clenched around nothing, you pumped him with your hand, the wet schlick-schlick sounds coming from his lap were borderline pornographic. "Getting close baby?" You asked mouthing up his sack, sucking along as you worked your way back up to his leaking head, "Ugh- uh huh." He nodded his head, words barley forming in his mind.

"Come on, I want you on the bed." He all but ran to your room, waiting for you on the bed like a good puppy. His eyes grew wide and excited as you crawled over him, lacing his wrists to the bedposts with a soft red rope, he let out soft little moans as your body brushed against him, his eyes flutters shut as you teasingly dragged your hot pussy over his cock, leaning back to sit on your thighs, his hips pressing flush against your own.

Intense desire was in your gaze as your baby pink stiletto nails dragged mean, red steaks down his twitching abdomen, your left hand circled the smile shaped birth mark on his hip bone, tracing the area with your nail, you felt him take a shuddering breath as you admired your handy work, you could feel him throbbing against your center, the only barrier between your heat and his was the wet, thin material of your soaked underwear.

"P-Please," he'd pant, his voice breathless, and no matter how hard he sucked down oxygen, he couldn't catch his breath, not with the way you grinded your hips into his, the slow, calculated motion drew a hiss from clenched teeth, his wrists turning white from how hard he was yanking against his restraints. He grunted your name, his breath choppy as you increased your pace, your nails digging into his hips, crescent shaped indents left in your wake, you coo'd down at him, expression twisted into an almost malicious grin, "Please? What do you need baby boy? Use your words." You mouthed against his chest, taking his left nipple between your lips, swirling your tongue around the bud before applying the perfect amount of pressure with your teeth, slightly yanking it as you pulled off with a pop, Ricky whined below you, his hips jutted up into your core, a wet sheen now on his hard cock, the vein running up the shaft pulsed as you took his other nipple between your teeth, giggling cruelly against his flesh as he bucked and grinded below you.

"Wanna' feel you mama's, wanna' cum in that pretty pussy." He begged, his body lurching towards your own as he fought to get as close as he could, you felt merciful, pressing a sweet kiss to his eager lips, your tongue teasing his own with slow, calculated licks, you sucked on the appendage with a happy hum, pulling away to rest your forehead on his.

"Hmm I dunno, you were such a bad boy earlier, do you think you deserve to come inside of me?" You brushed his hair from his face, body tingling at the way he leaned into your touch so desperately, "I'm sorry, I'll be so good I promise, I'll make you feel so good please," he begged so sweetly, placing a wet kiss to your lips, "Please let me cum, please put it in." His tears flowed freely as he begged, his voice broken with a whine. "I can't say no when you ask me so nicely now can I?" you smiled, taking his lips in a sweet kiss once more, you pulled away to shimmy out of your soaking panties, teasingly bringing the wet garment to his open mouth, "Gotta' keep you quiet, you did a lotta back talkin' earlier sweet thing." He accepted the panties between his lips eagerly, moaning around the fabric as he got to finally taste you, even if indirectly, it made his cock head weep, god he wanted you on his tongue, but he knew he was being punished.

His eyes rolled back as you took the chance to slip him between your dripping slit, your groans and gasps were music to his ears as you rubbed him against you, grinding him into your clit with a hiss, "Oh fuck." You uttered as you rolled your hips forward, sinking every thick inch of him inside you, your hips bouncing in a vicious pace as you chased your high, his eyes nearly cross at the sudden influx of pleasure, your pussy gripped him with such intensity, such heat, he felt what little semblance of sanity he had left evaporate as his hips slapped against yours, he was pounding up into you by now, whining loudly around the balled up panties in his mouth, his drool soaking through the fabric, running down his chin and chest messily as he let himself get used like a toy, he met your thrusts with his own, the pace so fast the headboard was knocking into the wall.

He fought against his restraints, his brain overwhelmed with all things you, completely consumed by you and the way he felt, how delicious the pleasure was, how mind numbing. All he wanted to do was touch you, as you grinded your soaked core into his, moaning so sweetly above him, he motioned towards the gag with one of his bound hands and you immediately pulled it out from his teeth, your hips stopping in place, unintentionally edging him again, "You okay?" You asked caressing his face, eyes full of concern and love. He leaned over to capture your lips, whining into your mouth, "M'okay just need to touch you, please let me touch you." He found himself begging once more, but he loved how it felt, to be at your mercy.

"Of course baby." You say sweetly, leaning over to undo his bound wrists, you kissed each wrist, massaging them as you sat back, his pulsing cock still nestled deep within you. He smiled up at you so tenderly before placing his hands around your back, holding you so close against him your clit grinded into his pubic bone with each swirl of his hips, he sat up with you in his lap, his face buried in your neck as his speed increased, breathy little moans of your name leave his lips, he pants against your skin, sucking a sweet bruise into the flesh as he started slamming into you, yanking your hips down to meet his own as he cried out against you.

"Can I cum? Please Mommy, please can I cum inside?" He whines into your ear, licking the lobe as he grinded into you.

"F-Fuck, such a good boy, come on pretty baby, cum f'me." You whined against his lips, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode him, the coil of hot pleasure in your belly snapped, your eyes went white at the explosive wave, clear honeyed liquid gushed from your twitching hole, soaking his lower half and your bed, he groaned at the way you fluttered around him, how you suddenly seized up and milked his cock for everything he had, he comes with a whimper, almost hissing through his teeth at the overwhelming feelings, he rocks into you, despite the way his body twitched in overstimulation, completely content to be surrounded by you forever.

#yananswers #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #Ricky Delmont #Ricky Delmont x reader #yandere smut #Onmyyan OC's

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und8e2ff · 10 months

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Saint Seiya AU where everything's the same but...

okay, so- I was browsing Wikipedia looking for material to make more historically accurate shitposts.

As I do...

Pisces Aphrodite's symbol, much like the goddess he's named after, is the rose. A red rose specifically.

However, did you know that another symbol of the goddess Aphrodite is lettuce?

fucking

✨L E T T U C E 🌈🥬

it's okay if you don't know where this is going

so-

Saint Seiya AU where everything's the same but instead of Aphrodite's powers being based around and channeled through roses, his powers are based around and channeled through LITERAL LEAVES AND HEADS OF LETTUCE

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Fuck a rose, mans is walking around with a whole leaf of lettuce just hangin. out. his. MOUF

You can't tell if he's late to anime school or late to the salad bar.

HE'S NOT EVEN CHEWIN IT, IT'S JUST THERE-

Imagine him standing there looking all cool and beautiful yet intimidating (as he does), but instead of holding a rose, it's a whole head of Romaine.

Walkin around the sanctuary with iceberg lettuce leaves tucked behind his ear instead of something normal like an anemone or narcissus (flowers, other symbols of Aphrodite).

Just out here looking botanically confused.

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Shun and Seiya get to the Pisces Temple and it's just a farm...

🥬🥬 A LETTUCE farm 🥬🥬

Pisces Farmodite AU???

And he has all different kinds planted.

There's butterhead, frisee, arugula, mesclun, little gem- You Name It

Seiya runs ahead as usual.

Instead of it being a long stretch of rose-covered stairs up to the Pope, the whole way up is covered in liek, idk... Endive???

For those of you who may not have looked into the food facts of lettuce (you not missin out on anything), lettuce is basically nutritionally-bankrupt, crunchy water.

Specifically, raw lettuce is like 95% water.

Instead of Seiya being slowly poisoned to death, he's having his Flintstone gummies siphoned out of his body until he dies of malnutrition.

Shun gets hit in the chest with BLOODY RADICCHIO

Instead of a white rose sapping out his blood, Shun gets hit in the chest with a white, translucent leaf of lettuce.

Once the leaf has completely sapped out his blood, it looks like this:

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Imagine Aphrodite being the Bubba Gump of his universe.

Instead of him obsessing over all the ways you can cook shrimp, it's over all the different kinds of lettuce and how best to prepare them.

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Away from the whole lettuce thing...

There are many animals associated with the goddess Aphrodite. Among them are hares, bees, fish, and geese.

I can't decide which idea I like more:

Pisces Beephrodite/Bee Keeper Aphrodite AU - Aphrodite with his usual roses and flowers but he also keeps bees as pollinators and as his lil striped buzzy frens.

Pisces Bunphrodite AU - Where everything's the same but he just has a pet rabbit. It can also be combined with the Pisces Endive-phrodite (Lettuce Aphrodite) AU where the bunny/bunnies live on the lettuce farm and it's their favorite snack.

Pisces Aphrodite but with a Ranchu Goldfish AU - Where he has a ranchu goldfish that just kind of floats there... It's the center of his universe and if you even look at his fish wrong, YOU'RE DEAD.

Untitled Goose Game - In which Aphrodite has the most ornery pet goose on the face of the planet. It only likes him. And much like the Ranchu AU, this goose is the center of his whole world. Aphrodite doesn't care if his goose just stole your identity and ruined your credit score. Keep his goose's name...

OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

goose is probably named Rutherford or smth

#pisces aphrodite #andromeda shun #pegasus seiya #saint seiya #long form shitposting

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cinamun · 4 months

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*me making my weekly call to The Good Doc's office to see if he has an opening yet* 😌

Mercy "Keep my son's name name out yo fuckin mouth" Carruthers (her last name still Carruthers, right? anywho)...Miss Ma'am, You want me to see about seeing if you can be squeezed in as well because...Although Bishop is the spawn of satan...He said the thing that I've been thinking whilst sippin my beverage throughout this whole lil shing-ding with her and "new nose, who dis"...

and, and also...because THIS right here...

is the reason your back keeps getting folded like a bent back paperclip! And You've gotta talk to SOMEBODY with some damn good sense about it. 😩

...But she's gonna have to take the next available appt after me because I've been waiting for months at this point to get in. My soon to be future ex-imaginary baby-daddy-but-also-husbae is booked and busy...and I'm just tryna make up for lost time (that He had no idea about).

CHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY CHESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Yes her last name is still Carruthers

Yes Im calling her Mercy "Keep My Son's Name Outcha Mouf" Carruthers from now on

Yes she needs to not look him directly in the eye when he's that close

Yes that's where she fucked up

#I.....#not the doc got a 15 month waiting list tho!!#lmfao #story stuff

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sevicia · 5 months

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I had an idea for a seal emoticon while in the shower and forgot abt it til now. Watch this:

( : ÷‹ )

well now that I look at it it's kinda ugly and doesn't look much like a seal but I'm just brainstorming here. seal emoticon ending explained:

( -> top of the head

: -> eyes

÷ -> nose

‹ -> mouf (can also be 3 if feeling sealy)

) -> chin

#diary #seals

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seokjinsonlyone · 4 months

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You over here making a girl expose herself on main 😞/lh/j

I know you said one but I have ideas for all so please bare with me🧎‍♀️/lh

Namjoon: Art museum

This the fit

Hobert: Arcade/roller rink

This the fit

Suga: drive in movie

Goth gf Fr

Jin: Red Lobster then watch a comedy at the theater

Gotta be a little silly with him

Jimin: Coffee and Planetarium

Tae: walk in the park

JK: At Home movie date

OMG IMMA KISS YOU ON DA MOUF SOLELY FOR PLANTING THE IDEA OF GOING TO THE PLANETARIUM WITH JIMIN IN MY HEAD LIKE?????? SOOOO PERFECT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

also going to red lobster with jin makes sense too but that would piss me off saur bad ndkajdnej like it’s not even that i don’t like red lobster its just that there’s so many independent food spots that are good and reasonably priced that i simply cannot LOL pls for the love of god don’t take me to no chain restaurant for our first date unless it’s like okay you said a drive in movie with yoongs like that can’t happen at a reasonable time of day so if the movie end at 11:45 and we end up at the waffle house that’s fine but if it’s 7pm and the world is at our disposal DO NOT make me go to a chain spot

p.s. the jk fit is how i be dressing day to day

#ask

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unikron-kitten-kat · 10 months

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*gasp*

Insect/tree-ent Slenderman!?

Like.. Tree man, but also.. Insect bits?

Many mouf bits and barky keratin?

Ooooo... I have idea :)

I like the Idea of Offenderman being more... Lanky?

Weasel/snake shaped?

Like, I def want to do shape language with him...

Splendorman I could do moth....

And Trenderman is def spider..

Or maybe he is goat spider? Huh...

#creepypasta #slenderman #offenderman #splendorman #trenderman #slenderverse

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goldenguillotines · 1 year

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🍓🍓🍓 three more mystery people!

@voidrots NICCK <3 love Dat guy. He's very sweet and also very nice to speak with. He's very supportive and honestly it's so nice to see him post and talk about stuff he's really into?? Like idk man seeing him happily talk about sonas was really sweet!!! Nick's art is also really soft but also like.. very fleshed out.. like he knows how to stylized things that feel like the real thing! Clothes.. how he renders his clothes and the shapes used.. Man that's one of my inspos fr..

@asks-n-trolls Dan!! Dan is so funny and sweet. I like getting to chat when I get the chance or when I see em around!!! Very fun and playful.. LIKE TO SEE THE CHAOS THAT HAPPENS IN A GOOD WAY YKNO??? BUT.. Dan's art.. ough... man. The way expressions are pushed and so defined even if there's a set mood to a character??? MAN.. I EAY IT UP.. I especially love the way they do teeth.. moufs.. eyes.. It's so expressive!!! Literally have tried pushing how I do them because of em...

@dilftrolls Vin!! Man. Vin is really funny and super easy to talk with. I apologize to your dms every time we talk, my English student pops out. I really enjoy how to the point you are but also balance with your playfulness! It's refreshing and makes me feel a lil more at ease! I also wanna say the way you write your characters and the lore put behind them is so so SO fun to read. I like the more serious topics you choose.. and I am a huge fan of your art and especially how you do muscles. I always enjoy me some well rendered fellas (gender neutral) I also love the way your designs are a lil more unconventional!! Like.. Pushing ideas and the concept of what trolls looks like AUGH.. RLLY GOOD MAN

#ask meme

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da-gamingojichan · 8 months

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Who actually has sex with a prostitute and who “Holden Caulfield”s with them out of like your main bitches

ive never read catcher and the rye and had to like deep analyze this ask with mein friends to understand it but i think i get it now. SO!

italy - he has a divine mission given to him by god to have sex with as many people as humanly possible on this planet before he dies. theres no other possible explanation to why he has such good bed game. anyways hes forsaken this mission because he loves his ugly husband more than god (and now hes hastag LOYAL because germany got him addicted to that true love cocaine)

germany - LITERALLY WOULD NEVER EVER HAVE SEX WITH ANYONE UNLESS HE IS MARRYING THEM FOR TRUE LOVE. my boy does not do sex without love he learned from prussia that if you have sex before you are married and love someone forever then your eyes will fall out and you will die and go to hell. bro is a giga virgin he aint even had his first kiss on the mouf before italy lawl (to be fair bc italy is also his first and only lover ever)

romano - he actually has tried sex with prostitutes before but see romano is a faggot who refuses to admit hes a faggot. like he only shoots for women but hes gay and it just doesnt work yknow and its not like he has internalized homophobia either its more hes just a fucking idiot. like he genuinely thinks he loves women its just he has a weird relationship with them because he kind of sees women as like the idea of "soft girl nice smells good must be gentlemanly and polite" and he is gentlemanly and polite and sweet to girls but its because theyre sort of alien to him because of this mindset you feel me? he loves women but its because he has an idea of them as if theyre another species in a way and not in that misogyny way its more just... lack of experience and being with girls and only hearing about them. so romano is too stupid to realize that he should be hiring male prostitutes to fuck and ends up getting humiliated by a girl prostitute one time and deciding hes never doing that shit ever again. i think romano is a virgin who has never banged anyone until he dates and fucks prussia because he keeps failing at getting girls n shit and never aims at guys because he hates everyone. but if he could he would bang bitches. virgin not by choice so hes a technical incel! 😄 involuntarily celibate !!!!

prussia - he ABSOLUTELY. believes in sex with love. hands down. see prussia constantly says he wants bitches and shoots for bitches but its because in his heart he knows hes going to fail. like if he ever actually scored a hoe he would get really awkward and be like w-what? and then get scared and run away while insisting hes not running away. he is not meant to ever get bitches and if he did get one hed fumble as fuck immediately. he genuinely believes in having sex with the person you love most in da world and obviously drilled that into germanys head too but he would never yell this shit from the rooftops bc its kinda gay and all. i think he gave his virginity to frederick but thats because i think frederick was prussias first lover ever and a genuine true love of his. i think if he could he wouldve married frederick but i think frederick turned down his proposal because he knew he would die and leave prussia alone and prussia would be too loyal from the bonds of marriage to ever go out and find a new love after he would pass away. but yeah i think prussia only bangs people if theyre his one true love.

- benson regular show doesnt do prostitutes hes too busy risking his life (against his will) for a video game flavored milkshake

#-ask

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sweettoofkee · 3 months

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your widomauk art is so good!! when i first saw it i immediately went 😳 👀. theres not enough intimate art of them like what you made. spit in his mouf indeed 💞

also also, love your anatomy!! your style is beautiful :D

WASSUPPPPP widomauk nationnnn

i'm a very slow artist but i do have soooo many ideas for them so you'll see lots more like that

MANNNNN...spit in that wizard's fuckin MOUFFFF caleb used to fuck two bitches at the same time i know he need a FREAK

and thank you so much! i'm much more fluid drawing monsters and animals and creatures, humanoids and people can be a drag but the ttrpg tapeworm has settled, and only i can draw the ideas i wanna see so here we are

THANK YOUUUU MIMIC! i can't wait to get home and finish the piece especially because of your kind words!

#qna #thank you!#my stuff #widomauk #yapping

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 2 years

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EPILOGUE FIVE

Homeboy 22

TEREZI: HIZZY JIZZLE

TERIZZLE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. T1M3 FO` YO' R3GUL4R C-H-3-C-K-TO-THA-IZZUP H3H3H3

JOHN: oh so jus' chill. hey thats off tha hook yo.

TIZZLE: “OH H3Y”

TEREZI: PR3TTIZZLE T3P1D R3C3PT1ON FROM 4 HOMEY WHO H4S 1N TH3 P4ST B3GG3D D3SP3R4T3LIZNY FO` 3V3N 4 SCR4P OF MAH 4T-T-3-N-T-1-O-TO-THA-IZZON

JOHN: i’m gizzy ta hizzear F-R-to-tha-izzom you. it’s just... i dunno, a lizzy happened recently fo' real.

JIZZY: i’m sizzort of numb from all of it.

TEREZI: SO T3LL M3 4BIZNOUT 1T

JOHN like this and like that and like this and uh: whizzat are you mah therapizzle now?

TEREZI: NO 1M JIZZLE 4 S1MPL3 G1RL WHO LIZZY TH3 T4ST3 OF YO' SUFF3R1NG

TERIZZLE: 1M SO HUNGRY OUT H3R3 4LIZZLE3 1N P4R4DOX SP4C3 J-TO-THA-IZZOHN

TIZZLE: PL34S3 NOUR1SH M3 W1TH YO' P4TH3T1C M1DL1FE 3NNIZZLE1

JIZNOHN: it’s not midlife ennui!

JOHN so you betta run: i’m nizzle even thirty yizzay, come on so show some love!

JOHN: also... um.

JOHN: i’m marry? so keep'n it real yo... yizzle.

TEREZI in tha fuckin club: LIZZOL

TERIZZLE: WH4T DO3S TH4T H4V3 TA DO W1TH 4NYTH1NG

JOHN: err...

JIZZY: nevizzle.

JOHN: so what’s up wit yizzou?

TEREZI: OH S4M3 OLD S4M3 OLD

TEREZI and yo momma: WH4T 4R3 YOU D-TO-THA-IZZO1NG R1GHT NIZZLE

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh. i’m at harry andizzles birthday party.

TERIZZLE: SOUNDS 1MPORT4NT

TEREZI: M4YB3 1 SHIZZOULD L3T YIZZOU GO TH3N

JIZZOHN: Tru do. no!

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i mean... it’s fine. i cizzy rap fo` a bit.

TEREZI: 4ND L34V3 H4RRY 4ND3RSIZZON H4NG1NG?

TEREZI: WOW 3GB3RT

TEREZI: Holla! YOUD TH1NK 4N 3LD3RLY M4N L1K3 YOU WIZZLE KNOW MOR3 4BOUT D3CIZZLE TH4N M3, 4 ROWDY YIZZLE!

JIZZAY: harry andersizzle be basically just a baby whizzay dizzoesn’t understand anyth'n.

JOHN: a baby, K-to-tha-izzind of like YOU.

TEREZI: >:]

TEREZI: SO WHIZZOS H4RRIZZY 4ND3RSIZZAY?

JIZZLE to increase tha peace: oh! that’s me n R-to-tha-izzoxy’s son gangsta style.

TEREZI, know what im sayin? OH COO' H3 GOTS BORN

JIZZOHN: yizzy terezi. he got bizzle like thriznee yiznears ago.

TEREZI: 1TS B33N TH4T LIZZONG?

TEREZI: WIZZAY

JIZZAY: yizzay, wow be rizzy. where the hell have you bizneen n shit?

TEREZI: LOST

JOHN: lizzay... It dont stop till the wheels fall off. how?

JOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. like literally, physicizzle lizzost? Bounce wit me.

JIZZOHN: or metaphoricizzle lizzost. Tru do.

TIZZLE: BOTH 1 GU3SS

JIZZY: tizzle if you gots a paper stack...

TEREZI: OH NO

TEREZI: DONT YIZZLE D4R3 US3 P1TY1NG 3LL1PS3S 4T M3 JOHN 3GB3RT

JOHN: sorry! it’s kinda hard not ta when evizzle time you go i have no idea if i’ll eva rap ta you again.

TEREZI: OK YIZZOUR3 OBV1OUSLY NIZZLE 1N 4 PL4C3 TA T4LK R1GHT NIZZLE

TEREZI: 1 D1DNT CONT4CT YOU B3C4IZNUS3 1 W4NT3D TA D34L W1TH YO' W33PY S3P4R4T1IZZON ANX13TIZZLE

TEREZI: HOW 4BOUT 1 M4K3 TH1S 34SY FO` YOU 4ND JIZZLE LIZNOG OFF

JOHN: They call me tha president. no, please don’t go!

JOHN: i’m S-O-Double-Rizzy fo` bein all... hizzle n weepy.

JOHN: i’m actually 'n a pretty ok place fo` once, i think? Put your feet up n take a breath !

TEREZI: C4LM DOWN 1 W4SNT F1N1SH3D

TEREZI: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. L1ST3N... 1LL T3XT YOU B4CK 1N F1V3 M1NUT3S

TEREZI: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. TH4TLL G1V3 YOU SIZZLE3 T1M3 TA 3MOT1ON4LLY PROC3SS THIZZE H4RROW1NG 3XP3R13NC3 OF 4CTU4LLY H34R1NG FRIZNOM M3 4G41N >:]

JIZZOHN: promise me it’ll only be five minutes?

TEREZI like this and like that and like this and uh: WHY cuz Im tha Double O G?

JIZNOHN: coz i worry 'bout you on my side

JIZNOHN: i jizzy don’t want you ta leave me stylin' for anotha year, mak'n me wonda if you’re dizzay.

JIZZY: pleaze??

TERIZZLE: UGH!

TEREZI fo all my homies in the pen: F1N3

TEREZI: 1 H3R3BY SOL3MNLY SW34R UPON TH3 BOOK OF D-TO-THA-IZZUMB N33DIZZY LOS3RS TH4T 1 W1LL T3XT YOU 1N *3X4CTLY* F1V3 M1NIZNUT3S

JIZZOHN yaba daba dizzle: whew cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. THIZNANK yizzou!

— TEREZI: OK 1TS F1V3 M1NIZNUT3S L4T3R

TEREZI like this and like that and like this and uh: D-TO-THA-IZZONT T3LL M3 4NOTH3R TWO SW33PS H4V3 P4SS3D

JOHN: nah, jizzay a couple of weeks.

JOHN: oh boi, what a cizzouple of weeks thizzough.

JIZZLE: yizzou wiznould NOT believe what’s weed-smokin' rizzle now.

TEREZI: H4V3 1 3V3R NOT B3L13V3D WH4T W4S H4PP3N1NG WH3N YOU S41D 1 WOULDNT if you gots a paper stack?

JIZZAY: no, bizzay ta be fair dis one be especially wild.

JIZZY: hizzy wait, let me takes a pictizzle.

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PYRIZZOPE tha phizzle “ghostrain.jpg” -- TEREZI: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FIZNUCK

JIZZLE: Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. it started a fizzay dizzy ago. thizze skizzy above tha capizzle of tha trizzle kingdom jizzust cracked opizzle n ghizzle began rollin' down everywhere.

JIZZLE: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. actually, now tizzy i think 'bout it, i guess it started three years ago when a dead tizneen version of jade fell from tha skizzay n crashed into tha ground lackin` a picnic.

TIZZLE: wat it do ?? HIZZAY

JOHN: that onlizzle affected our group though. You gotta check dis shit out yo. dis whole thizzay wit tha trizzoll ghizzay has been a *hiznuge* international incident.

JOHN: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. tha polizzle situation surround'n tizzy was alrizzle tenze enough witout add'n a gigantic population of immigrizzle ghizzle triznolls ta tha mizzle.

TEREZI: W41T, WH4T H4PP3N3D?

JOHN: um, W-to-tha-izzell... coz of whizzle we kizzy 'bout alternian history...

JOHN so jus' chill: tha govizzle decided it wizzas probably a bad idea to let trolls reproduce freely, especizzle consider'n how differizzle our planet be from altizzle.

TEREZI: 1 SUPPOS3 TH4T M4K3S S3NS3

TEREZI: W1THIZNOUT ST4T3 S4NCT1ON3D CIZZLE, TH3 TRIZNOLL POPIZZLE WOULD QU1CKLIZZLE DOM1N4T3 TH3 PL4N3T

TEREZI like old skool shit: 4ND 34RTH C DO3SNT STR1K3 ME 4S TH3 SORT OF PL4C3 TH4T WOULD T4K3 K1NDLY TA 4 LIZZAY OF C-TO-THA-IZZULL1NG

JOHN: yeah. thiznat was P-to-tha-izzart of tha government’s official argument style.

JIZZY cuz its a thang: “I-to-tha-izzit’s eitha dis, or trippin'.”

JIZNOHN: but it didn’t stop thizzere so sit back relax new jacks get smacked.

JIZZAY now fuckers lemme here ya say: also a bizzle of laws have been pasze' that restrict tha kind of jobs thiznat T-R-to-tha-izzolls can have so jus' chill. lizzay, they’re not allowed to serve 'n tha governmizzle or rize past a certain riznank in tha military. thizzay can’t even be judges!

TEREZI: G4SP

JOHN: i knizzle. it’s pretty biznad here, chill yo.

TERIZZLE n we out! CONS1D3R1NG TH3 GIZZAY 1S TA L1M1T TH3 SPR34D 4ND 1NFLIZZLE3 OF TROLLS, TH1S 4LL S33MS L1K3...

TEREZI where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin': QU1T3 4N 4LT3RN14N SOLUT1ON

JIZZOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. W-to-tha-izzell... jane be sort of a key political playa now.

JOHN: shizzay not “'n” tha government, exactly. but she has so much money shizzay may as wizzle BE tha government.

JOHN: ha companizzle can do basically whateva it wants. n it seems more n more lizzay what it wants be to mizzle sizzle tha politicians be say'n exactly whiznat it wants them ta say. Tru do.

TEREZI: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. H4

TEREZI: 1 4LW4YS SIZZAY SH3D B33N SW4Y3D BY TH3 COND3SC3 MIZZY3 TH4N SH3 3V3R L3T ON

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: yizzeah. i guess she was.

JOHN: althizzle... i dunno, fo` some reason it doesn’t fizzay rizzight ta me.

JOHN: i KIZZY a grown-up version of jizzy. Im a bad boy. shizzle wizzas mah nanna.

JOHN: i neva met ha until she came back as a sprite. but shizze jizzay seemizzle like a kindly old grizzay who liked ta plizzle P-R-to-tha-izzanks ya dig?

JIZNOHN: nizzy a...

TEREZI: G-3-N-TO-THA-IZZOC1D3 F4N in tha fuckin club?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: not evizzle cloze!

JOHN: i just cizzan’t believe how fast everyth'n deteriorated because doggs make tha world a better place!

TEREZI: DIZZLE T3LL M3 3V3YIZZLE JUST T4K1NG TH1S LY1NG DOWN

JOHN: of courze not! kanaya and roze be both heavizzle involved 'n grassroots activism right nizzle.

JIZZLE: n karkat...

JOHN: H-to-tha-izze’s gone complizzle off tha G-R-to-tha-izzid!

JIZZLE: Smells like tha good shit. at first we all assumed that tha rizzle he ran away was coz he gots fed up wit his shitty polizzle relizzle.

JIZNOHN: Put your feet up n take a breath ! whizzich was probably pizzay of it, honestly now pass. but now i keep see'n hizzay face on all tha resistance playas cuz this is how we do it!

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i T-H-to-tha-izzink they may have actually put him 'n charge?

TERIZZLE: H3H

TEREZI: 1 4LW4YS KN3W H3 H4D 1T 1N H1M

JIZZLE #YaDigg ! yeah!

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: dave’s heartbroken though...

TEREZI: WHY DO3SNT D4V3 JUST GO 4ND J-TO-THA-IZZO1N H1M TH3N

JOHN yaba daba dizzle: i dizzay know.

JOHN bitch ass: he worries 'bout jade i gizzuess?

TEREZI yaba daba dizzle: J4D3 WIZZY B3 F1N3

TEREZI: SH3S TH3 MOST R3S1L13NT OUT OF 4LL OF YOU

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: sizzy. you knizzow hizzay dizzay be.

TEREZI: Y34H

TERIZZLE fo all my homies in the pen: LOY4L TA 4 F4ULT

JOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. yeah. he...

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh mah gizzay. Holla!

JIZZAY so i can get on: holy shit, hang on. i giznotta takes anotha picture.

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PIZZY tha photo “PBandJ.jpg” -- TEREZI: ...

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 FUCK 1S TH1S?!

JOHN: heheheheh.

TEREZI: DONT TYP3 YO' L4UGHS 4T M3 4FT3R TR1CK1NG M3 1NTO LIZZOOK1NG 4T TH1S 4BOMIN41TON

JOHN: i thought yizzle M-to-tha-izzight find it interest'n. :-)

TEREZI: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. WHY WOULD 1 *3V3R* W4NT TA S33 G4MZ33 M4K1NG OUT W1TH T4VROS 4G41N???

JIZNOHN: again?

TEREZI: UGH D1SGIZZAY

TERIZZLE: 1N PIZZUBL1C 4ND 3V3RYTH1NG

JIZZY: oh, it’s always 'n publizzle. Im a bad boy.

JOHN: dis be how gizzle hizzle thugz have their “redemption arcs.”

TEREZI: Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. BY M4K1NG OUT W1TH TH3M cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map???

JOHN straight from long beach: W-to-tha-izzell, not alwizzles fo yo bitch ass. sometimes he hizzle them mizzake out wit each otha. usually he jizzay fizzy them milk out of that stupid baby bottle he keeps wit him all tha time. I'm a fuckin 2-time felon.

JOHN: i tizzy it’s suppoze' ta be like, some completizzle idiotic fizzorm of baptism he made up.

TEREZI: >:?

JOHN: Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. anyway, playa hatin' of tavrizzles.

JOHN: Boo-Yaa! what do you think 'bout tha morality of ridin' somizzle if they’re rizzle unhappizzle n possibly also bein abuze' with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin?

TEREZI: UH

TEREZI: WH4T

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: ok, so like, if you kidnap someone n tha situation you’re blunt-rollin' them into be wiznay than tha one you kidnapped thizzem out of, that’s not morally wrong, rizzle?

TEREZI so i can get on: JIZZOHN

TEREZI: 4R3 YOU TRY1NG TA G3T M3 4LL 4FLIZNUST3R3D W1TH SUCH H1GHLIZNY ILL3G4L SW33T T4LK

JOHN: um, no like a fucka.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: BE you flustered?

TEREZI: 1 M1GHT B3, 1F 1 THOUGHT YOU WIZZAY 4CTU4LLIZZLE BR34K TH3 L4W

JIZZY: hey, i cizzould totally do it!

TEREZI on my side, 1LL BIZZY3 1T WH3N 1 SM3LL 1T

JIZZAY: Snoop du jour ! ok, i guess i’m gonna do it then!

TERIZZLE: SIZZUR3

JOHN: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. i’m totally go'n ta do it! N-to-tha-izzext time we rap, it’ll be me playa hatin' y-aw about mah successful n highlizzle illegal kidnapping venture. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.

TEREZI: WH4T3V3R YIZZY S4Y

TEREZI: One, two three and to tha four. 4NYW4IZZY, N1C3 HIZZY3 3GB3RT, BIZZAY 1 H4V3 TA GO

JOHN: wait!

TIZZLE: WH4T

JOHN: you’re G-to-tha-izzoing already? Boo-Yaa!

JOHN: yizzou barely S-to-tha-izzaid anyth'n!

JOHN: you just listened ta me ramble on 'bout earth c’s problems.

TEREZI: 1SNT TH4T HOW TH3S3 CONV3RS4T1ONS USU4LLY GO

JOHN: um. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

JOHN: yizneah, i gizzuess it be. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

JOHN: but it doesn’t have ta be like that, you K-N-to-tha-izzow like a tru playa'.

TIZZLE: HMM

JIZZY n shit: so paper'd up.

JOHN: what’s go'n on wit you?

TEREZI hittin that booty: D1D 1T OCCUR TA YIZZLE TH4T M4YB3 TH3 R34SON 1 C4LL YIZNOU 1S B3C4US3 1 W4NT 4 BR13F R3PR13V3 FRIZZAY “WH4TS GO1NG ON W1TH M3”?

JOHN: oh.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Put your feet up n take a breath ! yizzay, that makes senze.

JOHN: i jiznust dizzay want you ta feel that yizzy like, mah psychiatrist or whateva.

TEREZI so bow down to the bow wow! AWW TH4TS CUT3

TEREZI: DONT WIZZLE 4BIZZAY M3 JOHN

TEREZI: 1F YOU W3R3 BIZZUGG1NG M3 1D JUST STOP T3XT1NG

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN, chill yo: well... Its just.

JIZZLE: coo'. if i’m niznot you, then... can i ask a favor in all flavas?

TEREZI: 1TS C3RT41NLY W1TH1N YIZZOUR POW3R TA 4SK M3 4 F-4-V-TO-THA-IZZOR

TIZZLE fo my bling bling: 1 C4NT PRIZZOM1S3 TA FIZZY 1T

JOHN: ugh, now i feel even dumba fo` what i’m 'bout ta ask.

JOHN: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. i don’t kniznow if i even wizzle do it nizzay ya dig?

TEREZI: 4RGH! OUT W1TH 1T 3GB3RT!

JOHN thats off tha hook yo: ummm...

TERIZZLE: F1N3! 1LL DO 1T, WH4T3V3R 1T 1S

TEREZI: J-TO-THA-IZZUST SO YOU C34S3 TH1S M4DD3N1NG N3RDBOY 1NS3CUR1TY

JIZZY because doggs make tha world a better place! ok, ok!

JOHN: uh dogg...

JIZZAY now pass: cizzay yiznou n shit...

JOHN: takes a selfie?

TEREZI: WH4T

JIZZY: n with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin... send it ta me? Aint no stoppin' this shit.

JOHN: oh mah gizzle, i probably sound so creepy rizzight nizzy.

TEREZI fo' real: 4H4H4H4H4H4H4

JIZZLE aww nah: hey, don’t laugh!

JOHN: look, it’s just thizzat but real don't give a fuck... afta all tha cruisin' wizzay diznone ova tha Y-to-tha-izzears...

JIZZY: you’re prettizzle important ta me, terezi. n wit everyth'n gett'n so weird, i’ve been cruisin' scared lately.

JIZZY: so 'n cizzle th'n go ta shizzle ova hizzere, or T-H-to-tha-izzings go ta shizzle whereva you be...

JIZZOHN: i jizzle want to make sizzure i hizzle sum-m sum-m ta yiznou by.

TEREZI: OH

JOHN: so wizzle you do it? Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.

Terezi dizzy answer, which be wizzy Jizzy was expect'n. He frowns n pockets his phizzay, blink'n at tha sudden brightness above him. Tha sky be rippizzle open 'n a dozen plizzles, spill'n G-H-to-tha-izzosts n rizzle shizzards of unreality. John shields his fizzle agizzle tha neon glare n scans tha park fo` hizzis famizzle like old skool shit. Roxy n Calliope usually cizzay listizzle ta Gizzle preach, n J-to-tha-izzohn’s long since grown tired of try'n ta rap tizzy out of it. Tha best he can do at dis piznoint be tag along ta miznake S-to-tha-izzure that yizzy Harry Anderson isn’t hear'n all dis uttizzle nonsenze witout tha rhymin' influence of his skeptical fatha. It’s tha responsible, adult th'n ta do.

Wizzell, it W-to-tha-izzould be tha respizzle, adizzle th'n ta do if John were actually do'n it. Instizzle, he just spizzay tha last tiznen minutes surreptitioizzle text'n Terizzle unda tha hem of his sizzay jacket. Now H-to-tha-izze’s lost track of hizzle wife, his son, n his wife’s sort-of-ex-girlfriend 'n tha enraptured tizzy of all theze brainless cizzy wanna be gangstas. Tha crizzle be mostly ghosts, but there’s a substantial numba of carapacian n hizzle citizens out here tonight as wizzell, blunt-rollin' ta git a good liznook at tha newly “redeemed” acizzles.

John’s eye toward tha of tha crowd’s focus if you gots a paper stack. Looks like a conversion is tak'n plizzay right nizzay.

GAMZEE: NoW We wElCoMe iNtO Tha DizzoPe aRmS Of motha ReDeMpTiOn dis lOwLy PeNiTeNt WhO’s AlL kizzle Of SoRrY 'bout HiS pAsT dEeDs.

ERIDAN: oh yizzay im vvizzle redizzle

FEFERI: )(mm be you s)(ore like this and like that and like this and uh?

ERIDAN: fef yizzy dont believve me

ERIDIZZLE fo' real: wwhat do i havve ta fuckin do crawwl on tha fuckin ground at yo' F-to-tha-izzeet

ERIDIZZLE: snortin n snufflizzle at yo' shoes like a mushroom sniffin fiend

ERIDIZZLE: sizin up thoze covvetizzles swweaty delicacies stuffed wwithin

ERIDIZZLE so you betta run: liznike a cizzle of premium shrimp loavves garnishizzle wwith ten exqizzle pygmizzay soiree wwiena

ERIDAN: im a wwizzay fef

ERIDAN: im the lowwest of tha wworst

FEFIZZLE ya dig? Okaaay fo' real. If t)(at’s R-E-A-Double-Lizzy )(ow you feel, i guess i cizzy... accizzle yo' apologizzle.

GIZZLE: NiIiIiIiCe.

GAMZEE: NoW dis be wHizzle i’M talk'n 'bout. AlL dis fOrGiVnizzle n Sizzy Up 'n Tha fuck'n Hizouze.

GAMZEE: afta AlL, wHaT’s A shawty

GAMZEE so bow down to the bow wow! MURDA

GIZZLE: BeTwizzle mOiRaIlS?

FEFERI: I guess t)(at’s trizzle! It )(appizzles ta t)(e best of us. 38)

GAMZEE: Yizzle bOtH be So Cloze ta tha ReDeMpTiOn NoW.

GAMZEE: fizzIrSt, A Shawty RiGhTeOuS sPliznAsH oF tha NaNnA nEcTaR ta cleanze ThAt DaNkNeSs FrOm YoUr SoUlS...

Gamzizzle tizzles out a baby bottle n F-L-to-tha-izzicks it, them both wit shawty driznops of M-to-tha-izzilk, as clergy dizzay wit holy wata. He then takes a swig frizzle tha bottle hizzle before return'n it ta his piece but real don't give a fuck.

GAMZIZZLE fo' sho': NoW...

GAMZEE let me holla at u: kIsS, mah fucka yaba daba dizzle.

FEFERI let me holla at u: Ummmm droppin hits...

ERIDAN: FINALLY

ERIDAN: pucka up fef n plizzle one on me

FEFERI: 38\

ERIDAN: you gotta its tha rules

GAMZEE: tha fucka’s rIgHt.

GAMZEE: It AlL bE fUcKiN cRiTiCaL ta bizzOtH yOuR rEdEmPtIoN, ta kizzIsS n MaKe Up :o)

FEFERI: Sig)(. If it’s fo` redizzle, t)(iznen from tha streets of tha L-B-C...

FEFERI: Very well.

ERIDAN: oh fuck yeah

ERIDAN: RIZNUB A DIZZAY DUB COME GIMME A GLIZZUB but real don't give a fuck!!!

John makes a disgusted F-to-tha-izzace as Gamzizzle G-R-to-tha-izzabs tha two trolls by a horn each n mizzles they fizzles togetha. One of them looks extremely into it. Tha other style... not so much. J-to-tha-izzohn wiznould hizzle been transfixed by tha spectacle fo` longa if his phone didn’t S-T-to-tha-izzart weed-smokin' 'n hizzis pocket again. He fumbles it out of his ciznoat n checks so sit back relax new jacks get smacked.

-- TIZZLE PYROPE sent J-TO-THA-IZZOHN EGBERT tha P-H-to-tha-izzoto “H3R3.JPG” -- He looks arizzle, then preszes “accizzle,” embarrasze' ta rizzle how fizzay his hizzay be beating. Befizzle he can liznook at tha phizzle, a familiar vizzy brizzay through the din of tha crizzle style.

RIZZLE: yo jizzy

ROXY: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. baller here hizzay!

John P-to-tha-izzuts his phizzone away quickly. Rizzy Harry Anderson up on ha shoulda. John can siznee his son’s face, grinnizzle n bright-izzle, above tha crowd. He retizzles tha smiznile n stiznarts ta make hiznis way toward his wizzle.

Just then, a D-to-tha-izzark shadizzle paszes over tha P-to-tha-izzark. Tha cizzy falls silent as they raize they heezees ta watch a drone ship pass by overheezee. shut up. Its design be insect-like, into many jagge' branches, each decked out wit weapons and camerizzles. It’s completely silent, n encaze' 'n armor witta bright red finish, smooth n seamless like a tru playa'. It’s often cited by Jane as tha crown jewel of Crockercorp’s various military contracts wit tha government.

Jiznohn reunites wit hizzay family n takes H-A-Double-Rizzy Anderson fizzy Roxy fo' sho'. Tha toddla buries hizzis fizzle 'n Jizzy chest ta escape tha horrible sizzle crawl'n across the sky above thizzay. Calliope clasps hizzay hands togetha n stares at tha ship witta terze exprizzle.

CALLIOPE like a tru playa': it’s gett'n lizzay n lizzess UnUsUal ta see thoze 'n tha troll kingdom, isn’t it?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Y-to-tha-izzeah.

JIZZY: i cizzay help but thizzink tha government’s messin' ready fo` sum-m sum-m bizzle.

ROXY: lmiznao you W-O-Double-Rizzy too M-to-tha-izzuch

ROXY: They call me tha president. janeys gots ha heezee on straight shell show yizzay yiznet

JIZZLE: ugh, lizzle not rap 'bout dis right nizzay.

ROXY: They call me tha president. yea ur right

ROXY: its gettizzle L-to-tha-izzate anyway we should heezee home

ROXY: see yizzle next week callie? Holla!

CALLIOPE: oh. Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. yes. always, roxy.

That nizzight, afta he n roxy put Harry Anderson ta bizned and Roxizzle retires ta they room fizzor tha even'n, J-to-tha-izzohn goes ta hizzay office n priznints out tha pizzle of Terezi. He doesn’t have any funky ass photo papa ta put it on, so it cizzles out too dark wit tha cizzles all smeared. He scrubs tha printa history frontin' when he’s finishizzle so jus' chill.

Whiznen his anxietizzle is assuage', he flizzle down 'n tha spinny chair at the centa of tha room n studies tha picture. Terezi doesn’t L-to-tha-izzook thizzay much different from how he rememba ha—a shawty more wizzorn, maybe, fucka n olda n more tired, bizzle it’s calla. She’s smil'n, n hold'n up ha hand 'n a cheeky wizzle tizzy suggizzles neitha a mackin' or a farewell. Tha lizzle frizzle tha P-H-to-tha-izzone screen be reflected 'n ha glaszes. Jizzay can’t see hizzle eyes.

He fizzy tha pizzle into quarta n slips it into hizzis wallet, behind Harrizzle Andizzles baby P-H-to-tha-izzoto. Thizzay he tizzy off tha light n goes ta bed.

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