#bootie noir
Text
Someone for chatting? 🥰
If you want a dirty night chat with me for FREE, dm me on my onlyfans link bellow. I am in mood for sending some erotic pictures for free tonight 💦💦💦
#onlyf@nz#+18 or +adult only#wet and needy#wet ass pussy#wetgirl#for free#slutty wife#feeling slutty#slutlife#chatter#cutie w a bootie#beautiful smile#chatgpt#just chatting#bored#chat noir#yawn
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fic Library: Namjoon
A list of incredible fics I've read and re-blogged on my (almost) 2 years on here. These stories all celebrate our fave big, brainy, clumsy, sometimes annoying, always sexy Joon, check them out and give these authors some love!
The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow. KNJ x f! reader, sexy academia AU. Angsty fic with Namjoon as a smouldering brainiac.
Goodnight Nabi by @sahmfanficbts. Get used to seeing Sam's handle in my lists because she's one of my fave writers and a lovely person to boot. KNJ x f! reader, sexy DILF mechanic Namjoon. A sexy, beautiful fic with Sam's signature hope and heart.
Pronoia by @junghelioseok. KNJ x reader, college + zombie apocalypse AU. A cracky, funny, zingy story with guest appearances from other members - including JK and Yoongi.
Booty Jorts by @miscelunaaa, who also has a good showing in my fic recs for her top notch writing and just being a great human. KNJ x f! reader - this is a smuttily delicious gem.
Shell-ter by @miscelunaaa. Hermit crab! Namjoon x marine biologist reader. I genuinely think about this grumpy (crabby?!) Namjoon all the time.
Scent of a woman by @sahmfanficbts. Leopard hybrid parfumerie boss! Namjoon x employee f! reader. There's always so much humanity in Sam's stories, and this does not disappoint.
How I love you by @ahundredtimesover. KNJ x f! reader. A 28k beautiful musing on love and marriage that's thought-provoking and sensitively written.
Seoul Redemption by @sahmfanficbts. Forger! KNJ x single mom! reader. A gorgeously realised imagining with a noir vibe and very human characters.
Park and Ride (Explicit) by @here2bbtstrash. KNJ x reader, idolverse. The first story I read by M, and it made me want to read so much more of her work. Sexy, fast-paced, and this Namjoon is swoonworthy.
Holding on letting go by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x gn! reader. August is queen of the short impactful drabble but her longer pieces are just as incredible. A sad, angsty, truthful, beautifully realised gem.
Cuffing Szn by @miscelunaaa. FBI agent KNJ x soft-bodied/plus-sized reader. Joon's an FBI agent, he's big and sexy, do you really need to know any more?
Reckless by @vyduan. Part of the Her multiverse. KNJ x reader, also featuring JJK x reader, idolverse. I started reading vyduan's writing when I first got into BTS fanfic, and apart from being a fucking fantastic writer, she's also an all-round good egg with a razor sharp wit. Reckless is hot and sexy and reader is gritty, strong and kickass. Namjoon is the arrogant pompous asshole of my dreams in this.
Fall apart & redefine by @ugh-yoongi. Idol KNJ x f! reader. Namjoon's music and musings give off sadboi vibes to me, and this gorgeous, angsty story captures all of that. Stunning.
On the line 1 by @augustbutwinter. KNJ x reader. I was only speaking the truth when I said August writes drabbles like no other. Short, cute and impactful.
Hey, it's me by @yoongiphoria. Exes Namjoon x reader. I remember reading this for the first time around the time Indigo came out and thinking how perfectly it captured the vibe of the album. I still love it now.
Untitled by @ahundredtimesover. An idolverse AU ft KNJ and f! reader. Musings on loss and impermanence and legacies also inspired by Indigo.
If this is all we can do by @yoongiphoria. A follow up to Hey, it's me, linked above, that made me stop skim reading and pay attention. Angsty, full of longing and just a great read.
The package thief by @blog-name-idk. KNJ x f! reader, enemies to lovers. I'm a fan of Mango's cracky humour, and it comes through in this judgy, petty and somehow also endearing Namjoon.
Shut up! by @daechwitatamic. KNJ x gn reader. I love it when a story alludes to Namjoon being annoying and I especially like how reader shuts him up. Smutty, sexy and so so good.
Envy by @whatifyoulivelikethat. KNJ x f! reader. Love this author's general DGAF vibes, and they've also written some of my favourite stories. Namjoon's gorgeously written and darkly sexy in this. So so hot.
The one with Namjoon and the u-haul by @eoieopda. KNJ x Jeon! reader. Jade's writing is sharply hilarious and this is a perfect example. A dreamy, sexy Namjoon and a lil shit JK.
Pheromones by @rmnamjoons. Spaceship captain Joon x spaceship botanist reader, sci-fi AU. The fic that introduced me to the concept of sex pollen and a sexy, sex-crazed yet somehow still chivalrous Namjoon.
Promise Me KNJ x f! reader, JJK x f! reader, military AU, by @sahmfanficbts. A beautifully written, tender love story that made me cry and reflect on my life. Sam writes emotions like no one else.
Additional notes: A few of my favourite Namjoon stories, are only on AO3, for which I've created a separate post.
308 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Podcast Masterlist
I have a long commute, giving me two hours a day to listen to podcasts. Here is my documentation of all the audio dramas I’ve consumed plus a little blurb. I just wanted to organize them in a list and also (selfishly) get recommendations if anyone would be so kind. Or maybe you’ll see something that’ll interest you. Enjoy!
Podcasts I’m Caught Up With
The Penumbra Podcast: I’ve made an animatic for this one. I’m down bad. This is the one that sucked me into this podcast world.
Malevolent: Arthur dating sim when??? Everyone wants him. Also it took me way too long to find out it was an actual play podcast.
Red Valley: Gordon fan all the way. Normally I do like the Sad Boy but Gordon is that type of dorky that makes me want to protect him.
Caravan: Interesting world and love a main character that makes questionable decisions. Everything is going to be fine :)
WOE.BEGONE: I’m obsessed. It happened slowly but now I think about it every day… And the music is so good! Mike Walters is cringefail, bbygurl, easy to manipulate, and saws his left arm off at the shoulder.
The Cellar Letters: Legit gets me spooked at times. Steve and Nate are good vibes. I’m sure glad nothing ever happens to them.
Harbor: Love that Sam being a malewife ruined his life.
Rifted: Aurora, another Sad Boy to add to my collection. Daniel should give him a kiss to make him feel better.
Heroics: Pls come back some day… I need more Josh. He’s in his slay era.
Second Fiddles: Max is owning being a bbygurl. Also there are a lot of poop jokes which is weird but I’ll look past it.
Hand in Glove: idk anything about baseball but these baseball players are smoochinggg.
Find Us Alive: Lancaster in booty jorts. It's canon. Don't look it up. I'm right. ALSO HE NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM PLS.
The Kingmaker Histories: The kiss is still the subject of much historical debate. Eisen <3
The Viridian Wild: It hasn’t been updated since 2021 but I still have hope.
Dos: After You: Ghosting GONE WRONG
Brimstone Valley Mall: SEASON TWO IS COMING. 90’s mall setting is really fun and I’m here for the thing Asmoraius and Trent have going on.
Levian: It starts off with a bang! Well not quite since his sister walks in oops. Excited to see where this pirate tale takes us.
Midnight Burger: Each episode is a delight and as someone who is bad at science, I appreciate Gloria and Caspar. Caspar pls stay forever and also Brodie <3
Return Home: I’m really listening to it for Buddy and DW.
Raythe Reign: Sometimes you need a yaoi.
The White Vault: At this point, I know what I’m getting into and yet still decide to get attached to these characters
The Amelia Project: Please don’t hurt the Interviewer! He’s too goofy for all this drama. I’m scared!
Fawx & Stallion: James Stallion being canonically hot in any situation is such a win
Victoriocity: Inspector Fleet has had a long week and needs some days off
Yokai Detective Agency: I’m always a sucker for detective stories and I’m looking forward to where this one is going
Desert Skies: Charming characters and love that the plot has a nice pace, not dragging things out
The Grotto: the music is so good but also please help. The emotional turmoil is torrential.
Camlann: Yo…. Dai, for real???
Podcasts I’ve Completed
Dash: This might not be completed? This is actually the first audio drama I finished. Classic noir but supernatural and boys are smooching!
The Two Princes: This was wholesome and had good vibes. I prefer the first season but it was still a fun time.
The Magnus Archives: Arrived late to the party on this one, but I love all the fanart. Awakened my interest in pathetic men.
EOS 10: I also am not 100% sure this is done but I enjoyed the shenanigans!
Wolf 359: Eiffel, my beloved. I liked the silly and dramatic parts of this story. It hurt my soul but it was worth it :)
Time:Bombs: noahdeaart's fanart made me think this was going in a different direction... Still a fun one!
Valence: Love this one WAAAAHHH! Pls listen. I love Nico. Sad Boy but hides it under their chaos energy.
The Bright Sessions: I would 1005% listen to a spin-off just about Mark. This Sad Boy keeps collecting trauma and I need to see him and Oliver maybe go on adventures or something. ANYTHING.
Roommates: I, too, had a pandemic college experience. It's kinda bizarre that there's already a story about that and I love it!
Look Up: Wholesome. Briggon Snow kept me fed.
Moonface: Appreciate having an audio drama from an Asian American perspective. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.
Murray Mysteries: Must protect Jonathan.
Kaleidotrope: More wholesome content. I got more into it by the second half. The hosts have a fun dynamic!
Re: Dracula: Still thinking about Inside You.
Wooden Overcoats: Rudyard is my fav. Chapman deserves the hate.
The Vanishing Act: this Rudyard wasn’t my fav. I was happy to listen to him suffer but also happy when he fell in love. A win for Griffson!
Greater Boston: Michael Tate <3
Ars Paradoxica: Nikhil Sharma <3
Podcasts I’m Catching Up On
Life with Althaar: I knew that plant lady was sus
The Night Post: Ashley……
Love and Luck: I’m on ep 87 now some magical things are going down
Going Lowbrow: I wasn’t expecting a musical but I’m not complaining.
SAYER: There are no bees on Typhon :)
WTNV: I got behind during high school and now I’m too scared to get caught up… one day. It's been so long at this point I think I'd need to start over.
BRASS: I fell behind on episodes :(
Not Quite Dead: If there are vampires, I'm automatically interested. Only a few eps in.
Hi Nay: I’m listening to Murphy respectfully.
Podcasts I’ve Dropped
Moonbase Theta Out
Dreamboy
Archive 81
The Sheridan Tapes
Jar of Rebuke
I’ll keep this updated every so often. Most of these I’ve found either from scouring rec lists or seeing nice fanart.
Please let me know of any recommendations you may have! Thanks for reading if you got this far. Mad respect.
Last updated: 04/14/24
56 notes
·
View notes
Text
What I need
I need a Marinette POV fic where she is straight up lusting after Adrien dressed in all black like a pirate for a costume party, bent over tying his boots, we get pages and pages of description of that LUSCIOUS backside, she's drooling and sobbing and can't believe her luck that she accidentally discovered this view, she's moving around trying to get different angles to understand every inch of every curve, and then he stands up and turns around to face her and it's actually FUCKING KAGAMI.
Kagami looks at her knowingly. She smirks. She slides up to her and puts her hand on her cheek. "Did you see any pirate booty you liked?" and she saunters off, humming.
Marinette is terrified. How MANY things just woke up inside her? And Oh. My. God. Is Kagami CHAT NOIR?!?
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
The assiduous Kengliwa
My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum
Was slightly rushed with this one, been trying to get ideas without leaning too hard into what this creature is probably meant to be...
Jinhao shark fountain pen with a fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch.
As ever, reasoning under the cut…
The Kengliwa has three characteristics. The first is that they march in line, each one carrying a grain of corn in its mouth. Those who have none do not say to the others: ‘Give us some of your grain’, but follow the tracks of those who first went out to the place where they find the corn and carry it off to their nest. The Kengliwa’s second characteristic is that when it stores grain in its nest, it divides its supply in two, lest by chance it should be soaked in the winter rains, the seed germinate and the Kengliwa die of hunger. The Kengliwa’s third characteristic is that at harvest time it walks through the crop and finds out by nibbling the ears whether it is barley or wheat. If the crop is barley, the Kengliwa goes to another ear and sniffs it, and if it smells wheat, it climbs to the top of the ear and carries off the grain to its nest. For barley is food for beasts.
Okay, three core characteristics - marches in line, divides grain in two in its nest, and likes wheat, not grain. I can see how if I were to write a bestiary, and especially if I had a handy illustration beside the text, I may also be inclined to focus my writing on the behaviour of this weird critter, rather than its physical description. However, that does not help me work out even remotely what manner of animal the Kengliwa is...
...or does it? Clearly, this is a social animal, that lives in large groups. It's quite risk-averse, but most importantly, it doesn't eat barley, "For barley is food for beasts"...
Silly Kengliwa! Barley is for Beasts!
Now, generalising massively, we can categorise medieval creatures into a number of types; beasts (which live on the land), birds (which generally have feathers, and generally fly, except when they don't), serpents/reptiles (which crawl, including snakes and amphibians), fish (live in the sea) and worms (including insects). We specifically know it isn't a beast (since it turns its tiny nose up at barley), isn't a fish since it's clearly not keen on water, so its a bit of a toss up between serpent, worm or bird. We do know that it lives in a nest though, and you know what else lives in nests? Birds! Bingo!
We don't have any indicator of size, but given that each Kengliwa carries a single grain of wheat in its mouth, I've deduced that they must be pretty small; as amusing as emu-sized critters rampaging through a field would be (for me, not for the farmer...), I don't think that a creature as industrious as a Kengliwa would find carrying a single grain of wheat at a time particularly efficient unless it was pretty tiny!
For the Kengliwa has no knowledge of cultivation; it has no-one to force it do anything; nor does it act under the direction of a master, telling it how to lay in a store of food. Yet it gathers in its harvest from your labours. And although you often go hungry, it lacks for nothing. It has no locked storehouses, no impenetrable security, no piles of supplies which cannot be touched. The watchman looks on at thefts which he dares not prevent, the owner is aware of his losses but takes no revenge. They carry their booty in a black column across the fields, the paths swarming with the convoy as it passes; the grains that cannot be held in their narrow mouths in narrow parts are consigned to their shoulders. The owner of the harvest looks on and blushes with shame at the thought of denying such frugal gains won by such conscientious industry.
I'm getting slightly mixed messages from the author here - the Kengliwa gathers food from others labours, even as they go hungry, but we also have acknowledgement that what it does take is meagre, and we almost have a mote of admiration at the end. If this creature has some kind of religious symbology (and its a medieval bestiary, so changes are, yes...), it's going to be weird...
We also know that it has quite a narrow mouth (which fits with having a beak). I've drawn them carrying the grains on their shoulders/backs (supported in some cases by their wings) when they are making their way through narrow underground tunnels, and beaks when they are outside or maneuvering the grains in their vaults.
We also have a little more details about the colouration... not so useful for me with the (tiny) lineart, but it all helps!
Have a slightly confused looking farmer, observing the Kengwilas as they make off with some grain...
The Kengliwa has also learned to watch out for periods of fine weather. For if it sees that its supplies of corn are becoming wet, soaked by the rain, it carefully tests the air for signs of a mild spell, then it opens up its stores, and carries its supplies on its shoulders from its vaults underground out into the open, so that the corn can dry in the unbroken sunshine. Finally, you will never on any of those days see rain spouted from the clouds, unless the Kengliwa has first returned its supplies of corn to its stores.
Okay, we now know that they keep their grain underground... A bit weird for a bird, but not unknown (we get puffins, burrowing owls, etc, even if some of them do steal burrows from other critters).
Have some underground grain vaults! Note that one of them is higher than the other, so if the nest does get flooded, at least one of the chambers should be okay. I drew the nest in a similar style to the nest of the Rubkawat, though I wonder if these nests are lines more with roots than with twigs...
Yes, I now know more about the difference between wheat and barley than I ever hoped for!
13 notes
·
View notes
Note
So, Marinette's eye makeup loses its details, the smokey eye isn't as visible anymore. Yet somehow, for some weird reason, we have to see her butt crack in her suit? We don't even get to see the Chat Noir booty like that!
youtube
#immaturity of thomas astruc#iota#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug salt#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug
38 notes
·
View notes
Note
All your horror guys with a s/o who likes to tease a lot? The boob guys get views of cleavage and boob hugs and the butt guys get their s/o n their lap n micro skirts and booty shorts and they bend over a lot to 'get something'.
Shdhdhhdhd under the cut for obvious reasons
Oak: he’s more of a touching guy than a looking. So the boob hugs and the lap thing get results, but the bending over and skimpy outfits don’t seem to phase oak. He’ll make a passing comment that you look nice, but doesn’t normally go past that
Willow: showing off cleavage always works lol. Mostly cause he’s so tall that whenever he looks down at you it’s the first thing he sees lol. A flustered willow is a hilariously awkward one. If you catch him being grumpy but also doting on you, you know it’s only a matter of time ;)
Lilac: he LOVES seeing his SO in booty shorts. Just be warned, he’s a smacker. If the cheeks are out, his hand is gonna be on them lol. But hey, it’s almost 100% guaranteed that the shorts will catch his attention
Basil: poor guy can’t even right now. Everything you do flusters him. It’s not the clothes or even the touching. It’s just the confidence and the teasing looks you’ve been sending him all day. He knows what that expression means and the suspense is killing him!
Rust: just cause he’s softer these days doesn’t mean he doesn’t still have a dirty mouth on him. The words coming out of rust when he gives you the once over is plenty to get you flustered back~
Noir: his favorite thing you do when you flirt is sit on his lap. That has noir putting an arm around your waist and leaning over you so he can whisper something fun in your ear~ he loves feeling you shiver against him.
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Miraculous Absolution - Chapter 11 - Comfort
Beginning || Previous || Next
Alix yawned and stepped out of her room. Fang stretched and followed her. Ondine finished setting up dinner when Alix joined her.
“Evening, sleeping beauty,” Ondine teased.
Alix grunted and flipped off Ondine.
Ondine snickered and took her seat. Alix moved to take her seat when there was a knock on the door.
“Huh? Were you expecting company?” Alix asked.
Ondine shook her head.
Alix hummed and answered the door. Her eyes widened seeing Luka.
“Uh, hey, Alix? Having a nice evening?” Luka asked.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Alix asked.
“Oh, right. Juleka swung by earlier and borrowed Fang to fetch Luka,” Ondine said.
“Ok, well, then why are you here? At my apartment?”
“I was hoping I could borrow Fang.”
“What? No. Papillon is about to cause trouble before long and I need to be out there. And if I’m lucky, I’ll see the cat.”
“Please. I need to talk with Nette.”
Alix pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yeah, right. Talk? At that time of night for her? Look, Luka, I know you miss Mari and you probably haven’t been touched in two years, but I’m not about to let you use Fang for damn booty calls.”
Luka’s eyes widened and his face turned beet red. Ondine roared with laughter in the other room.
“Look, I promise it isn’t like that. I just need to speak with her about something really important. Just give me thirty minutes, please.”
Alix rolled her eyes. “Fine. Thirty minutes and you don’t make a habit of this.”
“Deal!”
“Fang!”
Fang howled and teleported Luka to the Cheng estate. Luka froze in the darkness with Fang at his side.
“Do you know where she is?” Luka whispered.
“Transform and follow.”
Luka transformed and followed Fang. He glanced around and saw infrared outlines of people in buildings all asleep. He glanced down at Fang who gave had an empty outline. He worked to piece together this vision as they neared a building with one person in it. His heart leapt as they entered the building and headed down the hall to a door.
“Wait here,” Fang instructed.
Luka waited until he heard a playful bark and a loud gasp. His breath caught hearing Marinette’s voice. He knocked on the door as Fang appeared halfway through the door.
“You may come in now.”
Marinette yawned as she reached for the light. “Are we starting earlier now?”
Luka chuckled as he sat on the end of the bed. “Not exactly.”
Marinette froze. “Luka? Luka, is that you?”
Luka grinned as Marinette turned on the light. “The one and only, Nette.”
Marinette threw her arms around Luka. “Oh, it’s so good to see you! Wait! What are you doing here?”
“I might have made a little deal with Alix. Thirty minutes and not to make a habit of this.”
Marinette smirked. “Dangerous deal. You now Alix never holds her end of the bargain.”
“Well, I just need some time. I don’t want to keep you. Plus, Juleka told me about Xiu.”
Marinette’s smile faded. “What did she say?”
“Just that Xiu doesn’t approve of me and would rather you be with Chat Noir.”
Marinette huffed. “I told her I wouldn’t do it. That I would rather see him beaten into the ground and face the justice of the people for everything he’s put us through.”
Luka ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, Nette, I hate to say this, but I can’t have you doing that.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s based on what Juleka told you earlier. He needs help and I don’t mean as a hero. He needs a therapist.”
“Then sit him down with Rose.”
“I don’t think Rose would be able to help him. Rose has a more forward approach that won’t work with someone like Chat Noir. It’s why I’m here. I’m hoping to work on getting Chat Noir to open up.”
Marinette opened her mouth but was cut off by Fang’s yelp. She and Luka looked over as Fang vanished in a blip of light.
“Oh, crap! There’s no way it’s been thirty minutes. Hold on. Let me call Juleka.”
Luka de-transformed and stepped out of the room.
Marinette growled and crossed her arms. She didn’t want to help Chat Noir in any way or form. She wanted to see him pay for his failures as much as seeing Papillon strung up for his crimes. However, she recalled Juleka’s point of preventing another Papillon from being created. Was Chat Noir really that far gone to become Papillon? Surely there was no way. It had to take a special kind of monster to become Papillon and Chat Noir wasn’t anywhere near that.
Marinette considered as she listened to Luka speak with Juleka. Perhaps she could convince him to stay here for a while. He wouldn’t need to be back for another couple of months to take the field. She didn’t think she could keep him here for the entire time, but maybe a month.
“Sorry about that. Turns out Alix has already hit the field,” Luka announced as he entered the room.
“I see. Well, knowing Alix, she’ll likely be out all night. So, why don’t we pick up this conversation in the morning?”
Luka sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Might as well. I-.”
“Perhaps you could stay for, I don’t know, say about a month?”
“Nette, I don’t think I should. Chat Noir-.”
“He’ll be fine. C’mon, he’s like any mangy stray you find around Paris. Besides, it has been two years since we’ve been together like this. Perhaps we can take this time to enjoy it? We don’t know what’ll happen once I get back, so why not now?”
“I’m not sure. Juleka was worried. Plus, there is the matter of your grandmother.”
“Oh, Xiu will, well, she won’t be fine with it, but it’s not like she can just send you away. After all, I want you here and I’m the ladybug now.”
“I don’t know. Sass? What do you think? Will Chat Noir be ok?”
Sass snorted. “He’s with the black cat. No one is ever ok in the hands of Plagg.”
Tikki materialized and glared at Sass. “Excuse you, McSassy Britches. What’s wrong with my Plagg?”
“Oh! Let me get my list. I’ve been saving it for a few eons now.”
“C’mon, Plagg isn’t that bad. He’s got his good qualities.”
Sass roared with laughter.
Tikki glared at Sass.
“Oh, wait, you were serious? Let me laugh harder then.”
“Enough! Don’t make fun of my Plagg!” Tikki yelled.
Tikki and Sass continued their back-and-forth. Luka frowned and scooped up the two kwamis.
“Alright, enough yelling. Sass, please stop badmouthing this Plagg. Tikki, please let it go.”
Tikki and Sass shot each other nasty glances, then turned away from the other. Luka handed Tikki to Marinette and then turned to Sass.
“So, will Chat Noir be ok?”
Sass shrugged. “Hard to say with you mortals. Maybe, maybe not.”
Luka sighed. “Well, I’ll sleep on it. Alright, Nette?”
“Of course! And we’ll make sure to talk about it. I promise.”
“Thank you, Nette. So, when do you need to start your training for the day.”
“Not for another two hours.”
Luka smiled and snuggled Marinette. “Cuddle time?”
Marinette kissed Luka. “Cuddle time.”
~~
Lila stepped into Chloe’s room with a tray of food. “Curore mio, I brought you dinner.”
Silence.
Lila peeked over to the bed to see Chloe curled up in a tight ball. She placed the tray on the coffee table and approached the bed.
“Chloe?”
“What?” Chloe growled.
“Are you still upset over that stupid cat?”
Chloe glared at Lila. “Of course, I am! What do you think? My best friend just ditched me for no real reason. And I don’t know what I’m about to do without the team.”
“Why not go solo like the cat?”
“An idea, but what use am I on my own? My powers are only useful when I have others. I couldn’t accomplish anything on my own. I need a team to be part of.”
“Why not join the Ladybug then?”
A long silence.
“I want to join your team,” Chloe admitted.
“I don’t have a team. I’m not a hero.”
“But you are a holder, Volpina.”
Another long silence.
“How long have you known?” Lila asked.
“Over a year. A couple months after we started dating.”
Lila laughed. “Was I really that bad at hiding it?”
“Only when it came to me. I’m sure the boys were too stupid to realize why you would cave to Queen Bee.”
“A blessing in disguise, but are you sure? It’s not as glamorous as being seen with Chat Noir.”
“But the people believe in your efforts. You’ve kept them safe, at least to the best of your abilities. I bet you’ve even seen the real Papillon, haven’t you?”
A pause. “I have.”
“What’s he like?”
“She is like a twisted, dark fairy.”
“‘She’?” Chloe echoed.
Lila nodded.
Chloe’s jaw dropped as she worked through her annoyance and anger. “I wish you would have told us the truth. We’ve been chasing a man all this time. Perhaps we could have ended this sooner if we knew it was a woman.”
Lila snorted. “Not likely. She is cunning and gives me a run for my money. Not to mention horribly ruthless. She hasn’t hesitated to cut down innocents just to get me to back off.”
“You’re kidding. Please say you are.”
“I wish I was. Take the Dupain-Cheng bakery. I encountered Papillon that night. I went to save the cops there, but she dodged me and killed the cops in the way I had told you guys.”
“Shit. Well, there’s still hope. Let me help you. We can end this together.”
Lila took a deep breath. “No.”
“What? But I’m-!”
“I know what you are. You are Queen Bee, the people’s hero. You are the one with Carapace that kept the people safe while cat chased glory. I do not doubt your abilities, but I will not see you face Papillon. I cannot best her, how will you?”
“Well, what would you have me do then?”
“Help the people out of the city.”
“What?”
“Look, we’ve been working on slowly evacuating the people the past month since… well, since I saw the ladybug earrings.”
“You know who the ladybug is?”
“I have an idea, but she’s not in the city. She’s out of the country. Training I believe.”
“I see. But you’ve been able to get people out? And Papillon hasn’t noticed?”
“Not yet. It takes extra time to oversee the evacuation efforts. Perhaps you could help me with that?”
Chloe considered and nodded. “I will.”
“Thank you. Eat up. We head out soon.”
“Hey, Lila?”
“Yes, mia regina?”
Chloe kissed Lila and hugged her. “Thank you. Ti amo.”
Lila smiled and hugged Chloe. “Io ti amo di più.”
“Ti amo troppo.”
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#au#alternate universe#miraculous au#mlb fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#lila rossi#chloe bourgeois#marinette dupain cheng#luka couffaine#lukanette#chlila#absolution au#absolution
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
(Stammering Adrien AU)
A very powerful Akuma steals the all Miraculouses (except for the Ladybug, Cat, and Peacock Miraculouses) and take them to Hawkmoth. (Prompts to Season 4 and Season 5)
The worst had happened. Pack Leader and his gang of Biker Wolves had gotten the drop on most of the Guardians. All but Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Argos were now pinned to the ground, face down. Pack Leader chuckled as he looked at his watch.
"Midnight. Perfect timing," he said. "Halloween's over, kiddies. Time to see those cute little faces of yours, and..."
Just then, the crash of a breaking window filled the air, followed by a hideous screech.
"What the heck is that thing?!" said one Biker Wolf.
Every able eye looked up to see a huge, hideous bat-like creature, screeching as it flapped its massive wings. However, this view was short-lived. A shadowy substance rolled out of the beast's maw like a fog, making the entire room pitch black.
"No!"Hawkmoth shouted from his lair. "Someone stop that thing! I must see their faces!"
But before anything could be done, it was too late. The dark fog lifted, and with it went the beast and the young heroes.
"What are you idiots waiting for?!" Pack Leader barked. "Go! Find them!"
"Leave them, Pack Leader," said Hawkmoth. "A small price to pay for the real reward. Now get over here with my Miraculouses."
The coast was clear. The beast growled softly as it landed on a nearby roof, and opened up its wings, revealing a portal to a dark void. And from that void fell the unmasked heroes.
"Ugh! My head," said Kim.
"Where are we?" Alya asked. "What happened?"
Each teen was plagued by dizziness and disorientation. As they worked to get up on their feet, Ladybug, Chat, and Argos made the scene.
"Good job, Shroud," said Argos to the beast.
"Are you guys okay?" Ladybug asked.
Not one of them could answer. None of them could even look their leader in the eye, and not a word was spoken, leaving only the deafening sound of silence, and the agonizing sensation of shame.
"We failed," said Nino. "The whole world was counting on us, and we failed."
"I couldn't feel lower if I crawled into an 80-meter hole, "said Alix.
"A catastrophe," said Chloe. "An utter catastrophe. And it's all our fault."
These and other admissions of guilt and despair continued to leave the lips of each fallen hero. That is until Sabrina spoke up.
"Enough!"
Silence once more. Every head on that rooftop turned the young ginger.
"I didn't spend all this time keeping secrets, staying up way too late, and scrambling around in a doggy suit just to give up the second I got my butt kicked, and I definitely didn't do it just for us to throw a pity party."
Inspired by her red-haired, freckled-faced peer, Ladybug stepped up and spoke up.
"Sabrina is right," she said. "We're not going to stop Hawkmoth by sitting here and pouting. It may look hopeless now, but there were plenty of times Chat and I felt that way too, but we pulled through, and I know all of you will too. One way or another, we'll beat Hawkmoth and get your Miraculouses back to you."
"Back to us?" Kagami asked. "But we failed."
Chat stepped up. "This one time. But I have seen you guys in action. And even at your lowest, you managed to pick yourselves up, and help save the day."
"And even if we did screw up, we're all guardians now. We have to fight until we can't fight anymore. Chat and I will get you your Miraculouses back. And when we do, it'll be time to kick some bad guy booty again."
A fire sparked in the belly of each young guardian, and they cheered. They knew their leader would not let them down. One way or another, they would all be heroes again.
#mirculous ladybug#stammering adrien au#ladybug#chat noir#sabrina raincomprix#chloe bourgeois#post redemption chloe#team miraculous#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#argos#felix fathom#I will find a way to put this in my AU
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Things me and my friends have said that I imagine the spiderpeeps saying (probably part 1 of a few):
~~~
*Hobie leaving the spider society*- "Bitches, bros and non-binary hoes, baby dispensers and a free glue stick, this take is bullshit"
~~~
*Miguel to Miles*- "I will kick you so hard your vertebrae come out of you like a Pez dispenser"
~~~
*Lego Spiderman*- "Home is where the bricks are"
~~~
*Someone to Noir*- "Damn they really must have hated the gays before the 1980s, they even took the colour out of their TVs"
~~~
*Hobie probably*- "I want the gay one."
~~~
*Lyla teasing Miguel*- "With great power comes great booty, bitches"
~~~
*Peter Parkedcar (Spider-Mobile)*- "Broom broom bitch" "Toot toot mothertruckers" "Honk honk hoes"
~~~
There will be many more of these...
#across the spiderverse#spiderman#hobie brown#spider punk#miles morales#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#random bullshit go#spiderpeeps lets goo#my friends are strange...#but i love them#spider noir#lego spiderman#lyla spiderverse
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Waking Up With You Chapter 2
“Damn… is it time to go already?” [AO3]
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only
Tags: During Canon, POV Alternating, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Developing Relationship, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Some Humor, She falls first, He falls harder, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, First Kiss, First Time, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Shower Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Fisting, Oral Sex, Ass to Mouth
[[TW/CW: Grief, smoking, alcohol, food, booty-eating, fisting, light dom/sub undertones]]
[Previous Chapter]
MacCready didn’t mention breakfast meant Diamond City. Renée had made the perilous trek between towns often enough by now to recognize their route after that first turn, but he still held onto their destination like it was a secret.
“We’re going to Diamond City, right?”
“You’ll see.”
Renée was so hungry by the time they got there she even started to regret passing up one of those super mutant grab bags on the way over. Sticking her hand into a pile of dismembered flesh, that had been lying on the floor for who knows how many days, and pulling out a bit of bloatfly would have been better than the pit of anger now festering in her belly.
MacCready looked so proud of himself standing in front of the noodle bar with his hands triumphantly placed on his hips. The light beaming through his expression made him seem as if he’d just gifted her the world.
Or maybe it was just the same shit-eating grin that refused to leave his face ever since this morning.
The robot spoke first, “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?”
“Yes! Two of them!” MacCready tossed his caps on the counter smoothly like a noir protagonist before his Icarus burn, “And stay nearby! Today we eat ‘till the lady’s had her fill.”
Renée settled onto one of the stools, “Oh, you dreamboat.”
He joined her with a tsk, tsk, “Better start showing some appreciation for my generosity, boss. I’ll unionize, you know.”
He looked up at her through the brim of his cap and her face flushed with sudden heat.
Two could play at that.
Renée gracefully reached for the side of his face. Her fingers gently wrapped around his ear, her thumb tracing along his jaw. The smugness left his eyes for something softer. He covered her hand in his.
“And how would you do that?” she purred, “You’re my only mercenary.”
MacCready took their hands off his cheek to rest them in his lap.
“I’ve got bargaining power,” he stated confidently, moving her hand slightly further up his thigh. He was subtle about it. No one saw. Her heart thudded as her palm brushed over that secret part of him.
Clouds of steam carrying the smell of hot noodles got placed under their noses.
They dug in without another word, slurping and swallowing without even tasting. Behind them some man started shouting at a security guard to stay away from his wife. Something like that usually immediately captured their attention, but the bustling market around them became a dull thrum to their senses. There were only noodles; they took over completely.
After all of about five minutes, half-satisfied and ready for a nap, Renée and MacCready sat back in their stools. The robot cleared their empty bowls.
“Noodles for breakfast?” she asked as they waited for another round.
“Well, it’s past noon, which makes this lunch. Perfect time for noodles.”
A gruff individual next to them in a green jacket and ratty cap interrupted the robot from its preparations, “They had some already! I’m next!”
They shared an amused look and a smirk. MacCready took his cigarettes out of his pocket and offered one to Renée, which she gladly accepted.
“You ever gonna get some of your own?” he asked, unlit cigarette dangling between his lips, “Or are you just gonna keep borrowing from me?”
She leaned in as he held out a flame for both of them.
Their faces hadn’t been this close since the walk over when he pulled her into an alley to steal a kiss. They smiled and blushed at the memory as they inhaled, and the sparked cherries cast a warm glow over their expressions.
He’d very obviously wanted the gesture in the alley to be spontaneous, but she’d known what was coming—he took the time to clear the area first. Now that Renée knew about Lucy, she could see her dreadful fate in every ounce of RJ’s thoroughness. She saw the strength of his affection in it as well. Words could never ring as sweet as the sight of his professional paranoia taken up a notch by her presence.
He’d tangled his fingers in her hair as he consumed her. It wasn’t wise to be so oblivious to the Wasteland around them. Having something precious to protect was the only reason they were able to pull away and keep going.
“Technically, all the cigarettes are mine,” Renée blew her smoke into the street, “I just make you carry them.”
“Gee, thanks.”
He took another drag and chuckled at the end of his exhale.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“This!” that ear-to-ear smile of his was back, “I mean, can you believe this?!”
Renée tried to hide her gleeful expression with another puff, but she wore the corners of her mouth as earrings just like he did.
Pre-war men only ever acted like this before they made it between your knees. Even Nate had tried to brush her off before she swallowed her pride and begged him to stay. It wasn’t about whether they cared for you, or how much. That’s just how men were.
Then that world ended.
“Oh, thanks!” RJ’s eyes grew wide as their second round of noodles got placed in front of them.
Renée tried to look at hers the same way he looked at his. Now that she wasn’t ravenous, the bowl in front of her had lost some of its appeal. It wasn’t the salve to her desperation anymore. It turned back into more strange food from this strange, new world.
Their hands touched as they put out their cigarettes in the ashtray between them. MacCready laced his fingers with hers and gave them a squeeze before he let go.
That feeling hadn’t changed since the bombs, that rush. Blood still boiled the same. Nerves still crackled like lightning.
Renée took a deep breath.
Maybe the lingering sourness would never go away. A pre-war relic, she would always be spoiled. She’d known the real Earth; RJ and most everyone else only knew Hell.
“This is shaping up to be the best day of my life,” MacCready said with a mouth full of noodles.
She slurped up some of hers through the steam. Renée couldn’t deny a certain comfort they brought. They were warm, hearty; and razorgrain added something exquisite that didn’t exist before.
Even taking their time, it wasn’t long before they were lighting cigarettes again over emptied bowls. RJ took hold of her hand and played with her fingers as they smoked.
“How long has it been since your last date?” He was absolutely smug about it.
“Is that what this is?”
“I didn’t ask you about this one. I asked you about the last one.”
She rolled her eyes, grinning, “Oh, you know. Over 220 years. But who’s counting?”
“No,” he chuckled, “That’s not what I meant. Before that stuff.”
“That stuff?” she laughed, “You mean the global, nuclear apocalypse and being cryogenically frozen?”
“Yeah.”
A cloud of smoke left her lips, “Do married dates count?”
“Of course they count!”
“Hmmmm… It was before we knew about Shaun. Actually… just a little before we found out. We went out to the drive-in.” She paused, laughing bitterly, “If I’d known that would be our last date—Hell, my very last trip to the movies!—I wouldn’t have fallen asleep.”
RJ’s face went a bit dark.
“Oh, fuck,” she realized, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about how—You know… Falling asleep and… and all that. Unless you weren’t even thinking about!—And now I’m bringing it up…”
He chuckled, “Hey, don’t worry about me. I can handle it, talking about what happened. Now that you know, I probably won’t stop talking about it. No, I was just thinking about how I—”
He thought for a moment and continued after a drag, “I understand it. That last day with Lucy… the two of us kept fighting. It was something really dumb; how my manners and language were a bad influence on Duncan, other small things I can’t really remember… Whether it was warm for the season! But really, it was just because we were hungry and tired.”
Renée nodded thoughtfully and ashed her cigarette, “Funny how that happens. It doesn’t matter how much you love someone. Eventually, everybody’s gotta sleep.”
Their laughter overtook all other sounds in the heart of the crowded marketplace. Their animated joy stuck out like radioactive material in the obsidian-black night, but no one turned their heads. The way their hands lightly rested on each other’s thighs marked their little sphere as too intimate to interrupt. Even catching a glance of the expressions in their eyes felt like a violation.
They lit another cigarette instead of ordering more noodles. MacCready pulled out a bottle of bourbon they’d found earlier from his pack to pass between them.
The sun started to dip before he leaned in and whispered, “Where can I get you alone?”
* * * * * *
MacCready hadn’t been inside Renée’s Diamond City house since the night she bought it. The shack was an impulse purchase she’d immediately regretted, something Renée did just because she could. Just because she went from someone who lost everything to someone who could throw away 5,000 caps just to lighten her pockets, and she needed something tangible and external to prove how far she’d come.
It was a tomb then, packed with a dead man’s furniture. Their first steps into its threshold disturbed layers of dust like piles of snow. No one had been in there since its previous owner disappeared years ago. The mayor never bothered to have it cleaned before he sold it. Just like Kellog’s house, it sat locked and untouched.
Contained, locked, undisturbed; these all meant one thing—safety. After months of watching each other’s backs, they finally had security beyond themselves and each other; walls with locked doors that only they had the keys to, a solid roof, and Diamond City security outside. They also had two stories of space to spread out in and the chance to sleep alone. Renée stretched out on the dodgy bed. MacCready took the beat-up couch on the floor below.
All that space in the dark. Alone.
Renée called down for him pretty quickly, and MacCready went right to her side without any hesitation. Back-to-back again in the dead man’s bed, they were finally able to sleep that night.
Everything about today was different.
They crossed the threshold with their hearts in their throats, having come this time solely for the purpose of sharing the same bed and each other within it. The moment that the front door was shut, everything they’d ever held back was expressible, even promised.
“Oh, woah! You did all this? Since when?!”
Renée laughed it off, “It’s just a side project. Nick and Piper sometimes help out too.”
The house itself had transformed just as much as their intentions. The whole place was completely gutted and renewed.
“Just a side project,” he repeated, mocking her in awe. “It’s amazing!”
“Nah.”
MacCready took his hat off. Then he shook his head as if he had long, flowing hair instead of his short crop. He ran his fingers through it, scratching his scalp along the way.
Renée always watched him do that whenever they were about to settle in for the night. He did it reliably, like a signal marking their territory. It wasn’t a unique gesture. Plenty of people took their hats off in similar ways. It wasn’t even a sign that he was relaxed. His back rarely faced the door; his gun stayed nearby. Just something he did out of habit.
This time with an uncharacteristically huge smile on his face.
“You have lights! And art! And a kitchen! That’s a whole kitchen!”
Renée chuckled at the way his voice cracked with excitement, “Yes, it is. You know what else it has?”
“What?”
“Indoor plum—”
“INDOOR PLUMBING?!”
“And—”
“And?!”
She couldn’t help but match that smile of his, “Hot—”
“No!”
“—water.”
“Shut up! No!”
“Yes,” she laughed.
“You’re crazy!”
Still laughing, she unlaced her boots and asked him to do the same.
“We should shower,” she suggested as they lined up their shoes by the door.
“Oh, you had me at ‘hot water’!”
Renée led the way, stripping off her clothes and leaving them in a trail along the floor to be picked up later. Everything she took off, he took off too. Socks left their bodies first, then bits of armor. They were both topless by the time the faucet started running. Their pants were the last to go.
They hadn’t kissed since the alley, but that was remedied the moment their heads hit the flow of water. It was breathless, gasping. Their lips made chaos of time. They’d only crossed that line this morning, but the feeling was ancient like meeting again across lives. Every touch was the very first and the very last. They had so much to make up for.
“Gross!”
“Eeew!”
Streaks of dirt ran down their faces like mascara on a rough night.
Renée was horrified, “But we took baths yesterday!—Oh god!”
MacCready caught her train of thought from the panicked look in her eyes, “Relax. I would have tasted it on your neck. No, this has gotta be from all that fresh Boston air on the walk over.”
“The walk you insisted on us taking?”
“It got us here, didn’t it?”
Renée smiled, “Guess it was worth it.”
She positioned her face under the water, eyes shut tight against the flow. MacCready was glued to the way the water bounced off her cheekbones and ran down her lips. The dirt washed away, leaving her cool, brown skin rich and fresh. He never let himself really, truly see her before, and the sight of her now hit his heart like a view of the ocean.
“You’re—”
She shook her head, stepping out from under the faucet, “I’ve got facewash somewhere.”
MacCready stepped under the flow while Renée leaned half-out of the curtain.
“Codsworth made these,” she said while his eyes were still shut.
“Made what?” he asked, and the water rushed into his mouth, which he instinctively spat out.
“RJ!”
Laughing, he stepped out from the faucet and wiped the water off his pink face, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
“You just spit all over me!”
“What did Codsworth make?” he asked, laughter still dying out.
“What didn’t he make? We’ve got facewash, soap, shampoo, and moisturizers for both the skin and hair.”
“Skin and hair?” he teased, “Ol’ Butler Bot’s been busy.”
“Yeah, well, after 220 years of waiting around, he’s picked up a new hobby or two.”
They took turns scrubbing and rinsing their faces with Codsworth’s cleanser. It had a refreshing minty quality to it that made them both astounded he’d ever been kicked out of a town. Robot or not, this was art. But such an outcome was also plain and predictable; bigotry was never based on anything real.
Renée grabbed the shampoo after putting the bottle of facewash away. It came in a solid bar like soap, and its creamy color nicely complimented the lighter skin under her hands. MacCready always found them unbelievably soft. No matter how many times they picked up a gun, the way they felt defied logic. Not that he had a lot of experience touching her hands. Not yet. The sight of them now possessed him with an impulse to tear that bar out of her grip and press her smooth palm against his face. Then kiss her fingers one by one.
“Bend down,” she told him.
He lowered his head, ready for anything. She ran her hands though his wet hair, lathering it.
“Oooh, that’s nice.”
Renée chuckled, “Have you ever had your hair washed before? I mean—By another person?”
“No. You?”
She nodded even though he couldn’t see it. Her hair, now thoroughly soaked through, bounced with loose, dripping curls.
“By my mother when I was a kid. And then every time I went to the salon,” she answered.
“God this feels good.”
“Not even before a cut?”
“Always cut my own hair. I even did Lucy and Duncan’s.”
“Wow. Impressive.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not!” she giggled.
When she took her hands away from his scalp, he straightened up and shook his head like a dog. Speckles of suds flew everywhere.
“You’re next,” he was barely audible over her shrieking laughter.
MacCready’s hands were strong and covered her whole head. She was going to tell him to make sure to really get into her roots, but she didn’t have to. The same focus and concentration he had through a scope, he took to her coils.
“How do I compare?” he asked, a cocky smirk in his tone.
Renée couldn’t help but cackle, “Compared to who? My mother? Or the women at the salon?”
“I don’t know. If you tell me I’m not as good as Ethel or Tiffany…”
“Ethel and Tiffany?” she laughed, “Why is that their names?”
“Old world names,” he shrugged.
They were too hysterical to help each other out with the conditioner. Every time MacCready started to touch her hair, he pretended to be Tiffany, and Renée kept doubling over from the joke. They had to scrub and rinse it out of their own hair.
She grabbed a washcloth when they were done.
“We’re not sharing that, are we?”
“Obviously not, RJ,” she rolled her eyes, “Turn around.”
“What? You’re going to wash me now?”
“That’s the idea, smartass.”
“Nah, uh, ladies first,” he took the sudsy cloth out of her hand, “You turn around.”
MacCready’s touch was rough, but thorough. He started with the back of her neck and went up behind her ears before moving on to her shoulders.
“Arm’s up,” he told her, and scrubbed her underarms as she lifted them. It tickled and she broke into squealing breathlessness. She felt him grow a bit behind her as she squirmed against him, a thickness starting to poke her bottom.
He brought the cloth down Renée’s spine next. One, slow stroke followed by a kiss to her shoulder, and she let out a long sigh. He meticulously attended to each part of her back, washing from left to right, top to bottom. Then he took the same level of attentiveness to her arms. One at a time, he wrapped them in the sudsy cloth before dragging it all the way down to her fingertips.
“The trick is getting under your fingernails,” he said scrubbing them, “Dirt likes to hide under there.”
“Oh, does it?” she chuckled.
MacCready washed his along with hers. Holding her hands as he scrubbed them, he traveled from her fingertips to his.
“Can’t wait for me to do that?”
“Not with what I have planned.”
“Really? And what would that be?”
“You’ll see.”
His confidence seemed to vanish when he asked her to turn around so that he could wash her other side. Renée noticed his eyes dart down.
He guiltily looked back up, “You ready?”
She snickered, “You like my boobies, RJ?”
His shock of laughter ricocheted boldly across the tile walls, echoing around them before he decided to play along, “I do, but they’re not nearly as nice as mine.”
The army had beaten the silly stick out of Nate. Renée was so used to his disgruntled reactions that time seemed to split out of MacCready’s playfulness. She found herself falling so easily into something familiar, affectionately provoking the man who made her melt. But RJ’s responses were so different. Not better, not worse. Just different, and she saw the moment play out both as what it was and what it wasn’t.
MacCready’s nervousness seemed to disappear when he brought the cloth over her throat and collarbone. Renée could feel her pulse race up by her ears. Then his hand moved over her heart and a calm rushed over her. A sigh came out like a half-sob.
“You okay?” His eyes and expression were tender with concern.
She nodded, “Just feels really nice.”
“I like it too.”
She smiled; her eyes still closed.
“Um, can I…?” he asked, staring at her breasts.
She caught his gaze, “Go ahead, RJ.”
“Man! I’ve thought about doing this—I mean!”
Her face already hurt from laughing so much, “It’s okay. I’ve thought about it too.”
“Then, um…” he brought the cloth over one and rubbed his hand over it.
“You feeling me up, MacCready? Or cleaning me?”
“Both,” he chuckled.
He took his time on each breast, and then brought an equal amount of care to her waist. When he finished washing her belly, he got on his knees and kissed the stretch marks adorning her hips.
“That’s dangerous,” she sighed.
“Nuh uh. Not yet.”
He rubbed the cloth all over her hips before bringing it between them.
“You ready?” he asked looking up at her.
She grabbed a fistful of his wet, clean hair, “Do it.”
He pulled the cloth between her legs, tenderly scrubbing every detail. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“You ever have anyone do this for you?”
“No,” she admitted, “It’s kind of weird. But I don’t mind you doing it.”
Still kneeling, he scrubbed her thighs next. RJ kissed her knees when he finished them, before moving onto her calves. Then he lifted her feet up one by one and even got between her toes.
“Not having your stinky feet in my sheets tonight.”
“I could easily kick you in the face right now, you know.”
“But you won’t.”
She almost fell backwards pretending to try. He caught her as she started to slip.
RJ saved the best for last, “Show me that a—spin around.”
She obliged, “Is this situation not explicit enough yet for you to curse in?”
“Not yet.”
Renée felt the smack of the wet rag bounce off her ass and gasped.
“Shit! Was that okay? I mean—Shoot was that okay?”
She wiggled her hips, “Do it again.”
She felt it hit the other side.
MacCready scrubbed each of her cheeks individually before getting between them. And once he got between them, he seemed to never want to leave.
“You good back there?”
“Uh… too good.”
You could hear her stupid grin in her tone, “I must be pristine enough now to eat off of.”
“And good enough to.”
His words and the ragged way they came out bewitched her.
“You can put your face closer if you like.”
She felt his nose brush against her cheek and caught the groan in his throat.
“You like my ass, RJ?”
“Yes.”
She smiled, feeling like a femme fatale from one of Nate’s movies, “I bet you want to eat it.”
“I do. Please, boss. Please let me taste your ass.”
He said “Boss” like it was the name of a deity. It made Renée want him to pin her down and tear her to pieces.
“Go ahead, merc. Eat it.”
His tongue went right for her asshole with a high, desperate moan. Renée braced herself against the wall and spread her legs apart as he licked around it and sucked. He squeezed her cheeks in his hands, crushing his face between them.
His moaning and gasping under the flow of water was driving her mad, “I need you RJ.”
It took him a moment to pull away, “You’ve gotta wash me off first. But I guess… Since I like ya, I could let you cum.”
“Please,” she begged, arching her back.
He resumed his task, bringing his fingers to her front. He teased them along her folds as he indulged in her ass. She felt so good he bit her ass on the cheek and moaned.
His fingertips found her stiffened clit and traced circles over and around it. He resisted the urge to feel inside of her until she pleaded more. When he finally just had to, Renée cried out with relief.
“More!” she demanded again.
He added another finger.
“More!”
And another. In fact, he ran out of fingers before she ran out of demands. RJ pumped in and out of her with his whole fist as his other hand teased her clit. His tongue played with her asshole and licked up and down her crevice.
He didn’t stop until she screamed and clenched around him.
He held her steady until she regained her balance, her knees having gone weak. She turned around. He was still kneeling, and she was still shaking.
“Your turn,” she panted.
They laughed as he stood up and Renée changed out the washcloth. MacCready held his mouth open under the water and rinsed it out a few times.
“I want you to kiss me,” he explained when he caught her watching.
Renée could barely even think, so she stole RJ’s scrubbing technique starting with his back. His shoulders somehow seemed even wider without his clothes on.
“You’ve got moles.”
“Guilty.”
“I like them. One, two, three… four, five of them. They look pretty on you.”
“Pretty? Me?”
“Yeah. I said what I said.”
He chuckled, “Thank you.”
“In fact… You’ve got a lot of pretty things on you, RJ. For example…”
Renée liked how she could tell from the back of his head that he had his brow raised.
She reached around to his front and grabbed hold of what she was looking for, “I think your dick is one of the prettiest ones I’ve ever seen.”
She could feel it pulse in her grip, throbbing as thickly as the heart inside her chest. Her breasts pressed into his back, and she could feel the echo of his own heartbeat under his skin.
MacCready’s body tensed when she let go of it. She resumed scrubbing his back.
Renée cleared her throat, but neither of them talked. She just kept washing him in the same way he washed her. Top to bottom, chest to toes. Until there she was on her knees, face-to-face with his cock as the water beat down over her head.
“All clean.”
MacCready had a hungry, far-away expression on his strained face as he ran his hands through her wet hair. His eyes rolled back as she took hold of his shaft and placed her lips at its head. She opened her mouth, and he let himself be consumed.
He groaned and gave into it a bit before lifting Renée off her knees.
“I can’t get enough of this,” he said through a mouthful of kissing her.
“I need you, RJ.”
“Say it again.”
“I need you.”
They were slippery, but MacCready still managed to lift her up into a similar embrace from this morning. With her legs wrapped around his hips, he guided himself between her thighs and dove inside her. She greeted him with a high, ecstatic whine and a gasp.
He leaned in for another kiss. It was his new favorite thing, rutting deep within her while messing with her tongue.
“I want more,” Renée moaned into him.
He groaned from the frustration of leaving her lips, “Wanna get on the floor?”
She nodded and he carefully let her down after pulling out.
Renée got on all fours with her ass up and felt MacCready catch it in his strong grip.
“Get back inside me,” she begged.
“You really want me?”
“I want you deep, please.”
She gasped as he put in his full length, with his big, rough hands wrapped around her hips adding power to his thrust. She could feel his balls clap against her as he continued to bash himself into her again and again. It shocked her how much she liked that. It sent waves and rushes of blood from her stomach to her toes.
“Fuck me,” she shouted over the water. It echoed, bouncing between the tiles.
He slowed down and she groaned.
“Cum for me and I’ll go fast again.”
It was already happening before he asked. When he felt her tighten and pulse, he sped up.
Renée’s head felt the same as it did after a second hit of psycho jet. Nothing in all her fantasies of him could have prepared her for the feeling of an orgasm being torn out of her right on top of a waning one the way it was happening now.
“I’m still cumming,” she squealed in a voice she didn’t recognize.
He just moaned, and that echoed through the shower too.
Renée felt incredibly stupid when the next wave came on. Nothing of herself was left but a sensation that compared to having her soul sucked out of her body through his cock. No thoughts. No sense of being. Just a vague sense that if he stopped now, it would kill her.
“I’m cumming,” she heard him shout, “Oh god, I’m cumming!”
The sound of his voice was far from her consciousness. Consumed with sharp pleasure, her being was boiling inside her center and being torn apart like a star meeting a black hole.
It was like she could feel his climax on top of hers. Like the bruise of two good aches stacked on top of each other.
The sensations finally let go of them. He fell back onto the shower floor in a daze, and she settled onto his lap. They sat there holding each other under the water with the best kind of overwhelm.
Finally, MacCready was able to speak, “Can we get out now? Kinda getting sick of all this water.”
Renée kissed him in agreement, laughing her mind back into her head.
* * * * * *
“Codsworth make this too?” MacCready asked as Renée rubbed lotion on his back. He was lying on his stomach on her brand-new bed, in what was a completely different loft than the one from before. It was well-lit, clean, and colorful; with Grognak posters covering the walls and bright green plants in every possible corner. She straddled him, still naked, running her hands all over the length of his back.
“No, um… Actually, this one was a… a gift.”
Her response was uncharacteristically cagey, but she sounded more shy than secretive. MacCready wasn’t about to pass that up.
“From?” he poked.
“A certain… a certain singer at the Third Rail.”
“Magnolia?!”
“Don’t start!”
She could see his heaves of laughter through his back.
“You fucked Maggie?”
“Wait, she lets you call her Maggie?”
“Not to her face.”
Renée playfully smacked him between shoulder blades. It was gentle, but he acted like it wasn’t.
“Ow!” he laughed.
“Oh no, my hands slipped!” she said unconvincingly, “They’re just so lotion-y.”
“Uh, huh.”
“Wait, did you fuck her too? Did we fuck the same person?”
“I tried,” he shrugged, which from his current position was more like a squeeze of his shoulders.
Renée laughed, “Damn do I have better game than you, RJ?”
He twisted around and pulled her squealing down onto the bed. Again, he found himself all over her mouth like it was a drug.
“Holy shit, where have you been?” he asked breathlessly.
“Language!” she teased, “And right the fuck in front of you. This whole time!”
“Sharing the same bed,” he laughed.
“You’re an idiot, RJ.”
“I really am!”
“No! You’re not!” she pouted.
“Okay. I’m not.”
She smiled again, “That’s better.”
Looking at him like that, she found words that felt like a betrayal. She was only supposed to find those words while lost in different-colored eyes. They were the only thing on her mind, the only thing she wanted to say. But they felt like spitting on the dead, so she held her tongue.
MacCready knew her better than that, knew there was always a story behind her knitted brows.
“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly serious.
She smirked without any levity in it. Then she just shrugged. MacCready took the hint to just sit there and hold her.
“Moving on…" she started hesitantly, “Moving on means not holding back with each other for the sake of the past, right?”
“Right. I’d say so.” He didn’t know where this was going, but he was patient.
“And that doesn’t erase them? Moving on?”
Something in her tone made him think of Duncan. It shared a quality with the way he’d ask if there were monsters in the night.
He thought for a moment, searching for the best answer.
“I don’t see how anything ever could.”
Renée buried her face in his chest. She groaned a few times, and lightly banged her head against his bones before speaking again, “The things I want to tell you feel like cheating even though I saw him die.”
“I think I know what you mean.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to say anything before you’re ready to, but can you tell me one thing?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it good or bad?”
“Good.”
“Good.” He breathed a sigh of relief that made her head lift and go down with his chest.
“I just… um…” Renée bit her lip, “And I’m not saying that I’ve never been satisfied or that Nate was bad or anything. Okay?”
“Uh, okay.”
“I’ve just… I never… I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. Like I’ve done it, but I’ve never felt that.”
She looked up to find the most disgustingly smug expression on his lips.
“Oh, fuck off with that,” she warned him.
“What?” he was grinning so hard that his voice was strained with self-satisfaction.
She just lowered her eyes.
He softened his, “Hey, come here.”
His hand consumed the side of her face and she shut her glare with contentment.
“I don’t know if what I felt was more intense or just different, but I know I haven’t felt anything like that since Lucy. And you two are impossible to compare.”
“Lucky. I can’t help comparing you and Nate.”
“That’s okay too. A little scary, but okay.”
She chuckled, “You really don’t compare us?”
“It’s not that I can’t, it’s—Okay I know this sounds silly, but I don’t compare you because it would break my heart. Not because you’re better or worse! Not anything like that. But because it’s… It’s not fair. You can love Nate forever, and I can love Lucy forever, but they’re not here. We get to feel this, and be this together, and they’re just dead.”
Renée adjusted her arms to hold him tighter. They stayed there like that for a while, holding onto each other as a tether against cosmic injustice.
She spoke again to lighten the moment, “Magnolia was my first here. After Nate.”
“Maybe it was the blue vault suit.”
“Oh, are you not gonna let this go now? That I’m better than you?”
“It’s tight in all the right places.”
“RJ!”
MacCready sat up, bringing Renée into his lap. They were both naked, their cleaned skin still drinking up the lotion they’d put on after their shower.
He held the back of her neck and spoke so close to her lips that they touched on certain words, “And after Magnolia?”
“Just some guy.”
She’d save the story about Pickman for later. It was a long one, and she was enjoying the way he was so close to her mouth too much to interrupt it.
“And then?”
“And then you.”
The way he finally grabbed her lips was hungry.
“And then?” he asked again.
Her eyes were soft, “And then just you.”
“Yeah?” his voice had a desperate hitch.
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“Just you, RJ. Only you.”
“For how long?” he asked, kissing all over her neck.
“Forever,” she admitted, “Is that crazy?”
“Yes. But I like it.”
It was their first time in a bed. Not a pantry wall or a shower. It was the first time he threw her legs over his shoulders and heard her scream his name into his chest.
It was the second time she came that hard.
Afterwards, only MacCready could speak, and then it was only one word, “Cigarettes?”
The terrace was the best part of Renée’s impulse purchase. All the buildings in Diamond City were ugly, but seeing rooftops sparkle in the city-lit darkness always had some kind of magic to it. No matter where you were or how good the view.
Plus, it gave her a place to smoke.
“We smoke inside all the time.”
“Yeah, but not anywhere that’s ours. This is my house. I bought it. We smoke outside.”
“Woooow,” he took a drag, “Take off your shoes, smoke outside… You’ve got rules.”
“I do.”
“And here I thought you were the lawless type.”
“I am! People are complex, RJ.”
He laughed.
Then he wrapped an arm around her and said, “I wish we never had to go.”
He felt her nod against his shoulder.
“Hey, Renée?”
She looked up at him with her cat-like blue eyes, a trail of smoke leaving her lips, “RJ?”
He kissed her once before he spoke, “I love you. Big time.”
She smiled, “Big time?”
“Huge,” he grinned.
“I love you big time back.”
* * * * * *
They fell into a pattern for the next few precious days. From the bed to the terrace, and the terrace to the bed, they dragged each other into a blissful oblivion.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the stars for them to stay. Reality waited by the door. It hovered on the welcome mat, haunting their ecstatic pause.
One night, smoking on the terrace, MacCready opened the door and let it in.
“Daisy, uh… Daisy said I could leave with one of her caravans to visit the homestead.”
“When—?”
He took a drag and ashed his cigarette, “Transmission came through today. Duncan’s doing great.”
MacCready’s voice got caught in his throat at the end of that sentence. Happiness and relief welled in his eyes, as did all his pent-up worry.
Of course Renée was happy, ridiculously so, but she’d literally killed for the moment RJ was having, and would kill again as many times as it took to have it herself. They knew Duncan was okay, and where he was. He was safe, cared for. MacCready had the chance to see him, hold him again. All while they still knew next to nothing about Shaun.
Renée spoke over the envy lodged in her throat, “That’s so great!”
They embraced and cried, celebrating that one of their children was going to make it.
“You need to be there, RJ.”
“I know. Would you—?”
She shook her head, “We’re almost ready to storm Ft. Hagen. I’d love to! But I have to be here.”
“Wish I could be here for that.”
“I know, me too.”
“I’m sorry I won’t be.”
“Please don’t apologize. It’s Duncan.”
He squeezed her tight, “You’re going to find Shaun.”
For the first time, she let herself feel her full fear. Her voice trembled, “We’ve already waited so long.”
Her cries were muffled by his jacket where she buried her face. MacCready held Renée while she broke apart. Months of terror, uncertainty, and searching came crashing out of her in hyperventilating cascades. His emotions escaped with hers, and they stood there purging every feeling until they had nothing left inside.
He got them water when they calmed down. Then they sat down and smoked until the sun came up.
One more day together, and then they’d make the trek back to Goodneighbor.
“Maybe when I’m back, we’ll be able to figure everything out for the four of us,” MacCready said as they sat there on her roof, “You, me, Duncan, and Shaun.”
Renée squeezed his hand, “I hope so.”
#sole survivor/maccready#smut#fluff#renee kilburn#fallout#fallout 4#full fic#sole survivor x maccready#maccready x sole survivor#waking up fic#BrishFics
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
Nep fatties good! Big fat Blanny booty.
I am a big Noire x Blanc shipper
especially with added obesity.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
5 songs tag
Thanks for the tag @badastronaut27! my spotify list has now grown with 2 more songs XD
I'll tag the following, as usual no pressure to do this :D
@alphedhel @khazrablood @willinglyghoulified @boarix @fuzzyizmit
5 songs I listen to:
1. Footsteps by Holy Ghost!
I love this band, this song makes me feel like a noir detective at night 😎
2. Still got it by Alex Frankel
The vocalist from Holy Ghost! has his own solo stuff that I really enjoy, this song has good vibes.
3. New Gold ft. Tame Impala & Bootie Brown by Gorillaz
I love both Gorillaz and Tampe Impala and I love this unexpected collab.
4. Amanaemonesia by Chairlift
This is where my playlist goes weird, this is the type of song that goes on repeat forever.
5. Ubu by Methyl Ethyl
Another weird one, perfect for playing on repeat.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
*big booty lady flirts with Noir*
Noir: … I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Marvel's Avenger's outfits I felt like taking screenshots of on the PS5 version.
Black Widow End Game Outfit, Classic Outfit, and Summer Outfit
Kate Bishop Young Avenger Outfit
Ms. Marvel MCU Show Outfit
Spider-Man Noir Outfit
And Thor Summer Outfit
Yes I took a screenshot of Black Widow's butt, because she got a nice booty.
Game overall isn't that great, but the outfits are free now, so that is good.
Black Widow of course was my fav character to play as and Laura Bailey is a fantastic voice actress.
Thor Swim trunks screenshot was taken to give the people attracted to guys something to look at
#marvel's avengers#marvel#marvel comics#comics#black widow#kate bishop#spider-man#kamala khan#thor#natasha romanoff
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
Noir crocheted little booties with Hotaru and Emi's help for the babies.
Hotaru made christmas booties that look like reindeer.
Emi made little santa booties
9 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
eswolferl
Alles wird gut
makaksale
Haitianbeatz
ladymally
Sebastian x Beast
gobindaojha7
Untitled
latula-official-blog1
www.igorledochowskihypnosis.com