#but i just fuckin. i dont like her at all. she thought she was better than everyone else and she thought she was smarter than everyone else
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Rouge-like tendencies, courtesy of grandpa
#scary is a clothes thief i believe it#one day she takes off a jacket to reveal one of lincs Garfield shirts that no one even knew was missing#normals like: “scary do you like... not own any clothes??? is that what this is??? we can BUY you some clothes scary.”#scarys like: “are you just jealous cause i dont steal any of your clothes?”#normal: “YOUVE TAKEN EVERYONE ELSES!!! WHATS WRONG WITH MY CLOTHES??? IS IT THE SHADE OF BLUE? DO YOU HATE THE BLUE?? I CAN CHANGE!”#scary: “its cause they all have fuckin teeny the teen on them.”#normal: “thats.... okay. actually thats kinda reasonable. i was worried you didnt like them because-”#scary: “-also they REEK. have you ever washed any of these?”#normal: “oh. yeah. thats.... thats what i thought you were gonna say.”#her justification for why she steals everyones clothes is to show those losers how much better they look on her#(its cause she loves them. and only knows how to express herself through her appearance.)#scary marlowe#dndads#dungeons & daddies#dungeons and daddies#terry jr stampler#terry junior#taylor swift#dndads s2#fanart#digital drawing#my artwork#fan art#taylor swift close foster#terry jr
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NO FUCKING WAY WILSONS DATING CUTTHROAT BITCH IM GOING TO FUCKING BLOW UP MY LAPTOP WITH LAZERS I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH HER
#I HATED HER WHY WOULD THEY BRING HER BACK#worst part is i predicted it i was like well i know wilson gets another long term gf at some point probably this season i hope its not her#i cant fucking believe this. look im usually all for evil women im all for women in stem im all for cutthroat bitches NORMALLY#but i just fuckin. i dont like her at all. she thought she was better than everyone else and she thought she was smarter than everyone else#house gets to be like that because he also accepts that he can miss things. this bitch won't admit she's wrong. i dont fucking like her.#wilson you can do BETTER. FUCK now im gonna have to put uo with her for like a season#god this is gonna be worse than fucking Stacey. i hated that plotline stacey was cool but the plotline was boring#zeeth watches hatecrimes md part 4
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update on my roommate situation, last christmas i bought her a funny metal sign for her door that said “warning: fart zone” cus shes a silly little girl who loves a fart joke and last night as i was throwing away a take out box i saw it was in the garbage can with the paint scratched out and literally ripped in half 💀💀💀 LITERALLY throwing a tantrum
#immediately after i told her to shut up in that text conversation i reverted back to my usual attitude when dealing with disagreements#which is much more reserved and rational and holding all parties equally accountable for their actions#but i guess me asking her to shut the hell up really made her fly off the handle. she went into shit like#’i dont even care about making this better anymore bc obviously you guys think im annoying and dont like me. i cant fucking stand yall’#🎵nobody thought or said that🎵#i was perfectly willing to have a heated moment over text then have everyone calm down after we laid it all out and dealt w it#but shes just straight up literally throwing it away. leaving passive aggressive ass notes and shit#venmo requesting me for shit ive paid off by either buying her equal value items#or you know. paying half the electricity bill for 3 months#which i truly! dont care abt!#i was never gonnna make her pay me back for that#i was never gonna factor that into our money back and forth because it wasnt the biggest deal to me#even though she is INCREDIBILY picky about being paid back for shit#NOW that shes bringing up dues as insignificant as $9 im not fuckin paying her that. ive paid that back tenfold in 2 months#i was fully planning on giving her that $9. not the fuck anymore!#birdsong#personal
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"TrANsMeN rEalLy nEeD tO HaVe wOmEn AroUnD TO NoT Be MiSoGyNiSTic 🤪" bitch i have great relationships w my mom and gma, i dont think it's on my end with this one
#i drink respect women juice every day. i just dont coddle yall. thats what you hate :)#i tell you what it is like my mom raised me to ight.#yall weaponize your presumed innocence all the fuckin time- ya wanna know what my issue is w a lot of women in my generation?#you're great at understanding feminist concepts but act like by virtue of being a woman in an oppressive system that you can do no wrong#like you're an eternal victim who never needs to change and its only ever men who need to change. idk becky sometimes you're a pos.#and a lot of girls in my generation are catty pieces of shits who justify their behavior w hashtag girlboss shit.#im over it.#if you were a real girl boss you wouldnt need to flaunt it. tuh.#t'would be obvious. instead you keep repeating it to others but mostly to yourself as an affirmation to shake off any denial#that comes by. idk. maybe you're a gossipy asshole for no fuckin reason and try to justify why you shouldnt change? bye#are you a hashtag girlboss winning or just an asshole trying to make yourself feel better about being an asshole#the women at doctors offices? love me. they think im hilarious. service worker women? also love me and think im hilarious#my gmas friends? love me and think im hilarious.#turns out its just yall bitter assholes who have an issue. and idk who im supposed to trust- the women irl who love me and think#im hilarious or becky online whos bitter and shitty bc of whatever justification of the week she uses to be an asshole to people.#lots of girlies goin around acting like meegan from key and peele thinking theyre That Bitch when really ppl not in their friendgroup#of girls who gossip and tear people down know her as That Asshole.#poor Weak Fragile Little becky can never be criticized on her actions. so so sad. shes an entire VICTIM bc you even thought of#criticizing her unu. how could i.#go cry about it and find my fucks.#if the worst i do to you is make you cry yeah im not about to feel guilt tripped about that.
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Adam with a reader who’s very witty and quick with comebacks?
just some silly pre-conference banter! | Adam x Reader
headcanon/drabble — how would Adam be like with a reader who is sharp-witted?
content & warnings — NSFW, fem reader, fem pronouns, fingering & cunnilingus, sexual act happening in a public place (workplace).
a/n — this takes place in some sort of office-setting, i dont know what goes on up there in heaven but i like to think its similar to what we've seen so far in hell, so i'm sure conferences aren't unheard of. i wasn't sure what format this idea should take, so it begins like a headcanon list but finishes up with a drabble. it's also rushed and i struggled with it a lot but. we ball!!!!!!
Adam considers himself to be a pretty funny guy, always dishing out 'sick burns' on others, but his pride gets hurt really easily. When it comes to a reader who can keep up with him in comebacks; he's definitely impressed by it, thinks it's hot as fuck, but he'd never openly admit it because it also a ignites a strong sense of competition in him.
The tension between the two of you is uncomfortably palpable, how you twist him through every conversation and leave him to stammer like a fool just when he thinks he's bested you. Watching him seethe is endlessly entertaining to you, it brings you satisfaction, finding your own sense of pride in seeing that bad boy persona crack little by little.
The two of you will be going back-and-forth every time Sera calls for a conference, taking up half of the allotted time with your back-and-forths, and everyone graced with the luck to have been summoned there just wishes the two of you would fuck already so they didn't have to keep sitting through this.
But he secretly likes it, your flippancy towards his status and identity as First Man, how you're always so quick to shut down his sleazy remarks with an air of arrogance, going toe-to-toe with his own. Cute.
Until one day, you finally give into him– He somehow manages to get you to fuck him, and for days after, his bragging around the office is incessant: "[Name] cries when she cums!", "Her orgasm face is just the cutest fuckin' thing, I mean could you imagine? Wait, actually don't, don't picture it–"
You start to get fed up, not only annoyed at his oversharing and his ceaseless bragging about things that simply weren't true, but because you hadn't even gotten to cum from the experience. Instead of confronting him, you had a plan in place that would get you what you wanted, so you instead opted to ignore the hushed whisperings around you all day.
...Until a little later, when you're in an empty conference room together, and he's sitting across the table from you. Licking the lid of his yogurt container with a smug look. Mimicking the disappointingly tepid treatment he'd given to you the night before.
"Should we... address what happened, [Name]?" He asks smugly, like it was a topic of business, leaning forward onto the table with his hands clasped together.
"No, I'm good."
"Noooo?" Adam's voice is as sugary as the extra pumps of syrup he'd overloaded his coffee with this morning in the breakroom. You'd seen that diabetes-inducing horror as it happened. "Why not? I feel like it's something we should talk about."
"Why?" You ask simply. "It happened, and that's it."
That gets him a little annoyed. Confused, too; why weren't you playing along?
"Didn't mean a thing to you, then?"
"Nah."
"Oh please, [Name]," he scoffs. He’s getting offended at the thought now, his wings giving a small flap in indignance. He’s supposed to be the aloof one! You should be begging for it to happen again.
"Don't fuckin' play. My dick gave you the best fuck you've ever had and now you don’t know how to feel."
“The best? At putting me to sleep, maybe. I did get a good nap out of it afterward, so.”
To Adam, the only thing better than your negative attention is your positive attention, and the only thing worse than that is your indifference. He hates feeling desperate, but you bring him to that shameful peak.
“You were on my dick like you had a fuckin' crush,” Adam continues to ramble on, trying to find a weak spot. “Fucking me probably meant a lot to you, huh?”
"I hump my pillow before bed and it means as much."
"Your pillow can't plow you like I do."
"No, but at least it actually gets me to cum."
Adam’s dick twitches in his pants. You know exactly what you're doing. Those words, delivered with that cruel flippancy he loves and hates so much, are precisely tailored-- All to drive him over the edge.
“Then maybe that was just a trial run,” He says after a long, fervent pause. "Maybe you need another taste."
You smirk a little, but only offer more disdain.
"No thanks, I've had enough to decide I'm no longer interested."
"Oh come on," He finally says. He's desperate at another chance now, he needs the validation of making you cum for his pride to be restored.
"Just give me one more shot?"
And so there you are, bottoms down, legs spread, Adam's fingers inside you, sitting on the edge of the table where a meeting is supposed to happen in about 25 minutes.
You're sopping wet. He drags a finger over your cunt before spreading it. "You're so cute, all blushing and shit. Makes me crazy hard."
"Your vocabulary is fucking terrible. Stop talking."
"You like it, though." He grins, teasingly lifting his fingers away from your aching cunt to show you your own wetness. You let out a small whine at the absence. "You sure you want me to stop?"
"Shut up, I said," You grab him by his hair and shove his mouth where you want it, aggressive and impatient. "-and start eating."
Normally Adam is not one to take demands like that. But in this position-- looking up at your stern face from between your legs--he obeys. He kisses at your cunt over and over, sweet little pecks like a first crush. The sensation makes your core tighten around nothing. Adam was not one to take his time; he was teasing you like this on purpose. You weren't having it.
And so pettily, you decide to say: "You can do better than that."
So naively, he does, he takes your dare and you're practically gushing all over the conference table by the time he gets in there and starts eating for real. Desperately suckling your clit between those smirking lips, that mouth that never fucking shuts up.
You cum with a satisfied sigh, as if you'd just had a good stretch rather than an orgasm on his face. He looks up at you expectantly, lips glistening with your aftertaste. Eyes wide and eager, waiting for the praise that is to come, only for you to lean in and whisper:
"Look who has a crush now."
a/n — pls forgive me for taking so long to answer this! i don't think it's exactly what you're looking for but i tried. it's more of an "adam with a reader who he has a sexually-charged, competitive work relationship with" type of deal. you just like to play with him and you know exactly how to make him desperate
#adam headcanons#hazbin hotel headcanons#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#adam x reader#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#adam smut
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https://www.tumblr.com/deathgasmic/729345046853419008/i-hate-to-break-this-to-you-but-i-am-once-again
this with satoru. omgomgom—
a/n: fem!reader, discussions of unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, finger sucking, creampie & breeding, cum eating, jealous gojo. link to post here also anon ur mind >>>>>
oh OH OH .. OKAYYYYYY ok to start off he’s clingy as fuck to begin with so im not even sure why youd dare to flirt with gojo satoru’s girl … erm! but anyway theres prob this kyoto teacher slash sorcerer who was just posted to the region and hes nice and all …. utahime says hes leagues above gojo but also bc she just rlly fuckin hates him LMFAO. paired with the fact that gojo has an affinity to fuck at public events just cause u look so damn good in that black dress he picked out for you. but oh boy that sorcerer has insanity coming just by talking to gojo satoru’s girl !!!!
ur bf also is … possessive as hell. youve tried to tell him to not scare off random guys (or girls) who come up to you and ask you for ur number but he just . likes to scare them off. usually you’d be there to calm the situation down too cause if u were not that man will go CRAZY. ok but anyway! you already know whats in store when gojo saunters up to the two of you with drink in hand (apple cider) in hand and a hand curls around your waist and hes just like “sorry, can i steal your conversation partner”
you thought it was bc of the black dress but it’s the jealousy and suddenly everything makes sense and youre teasing him all the way to the bathroom. altho it’s futile cause the moment the lock clicks and you’re turned around and pushed up against the counter. good luck holding onto the installed racks of the sink bc he goes to his knees and eats you out like no other. gojo uses his jealousy and the lust he has for you and puts it all into his tongue
“he wishes he could taste my sweet pussy,” he basically makes out with your cunt as youre trying to keep your voice down, “what he doesnt know is that my girl gets wet for me and me only” WHEEEEW hes angry and he makes sure your pussy gets all the heat. makes you cum one, two, three times and hes sure the event’s at their dessert course right now while he still has you moaning and grinding into his mouth. now youre up on the sink’s counter, and him on his knees but he stops your orgasm just as you were reaching your high and he has to fuck you now or else he’ll die. gojo isnt even sure how he manages to survive with his throbbing cock
and it’s rough when he slams into you from behind the first time that ur moans echo in the bathroom teehee, gojo only grins, “that good, huh? not so eager to talk to other guys now, are you?” and you want to protest but he doesnt let you, shoving two fingers into your mouth and you whimper around it, basically grabbing at his wrist to suck on his fingers like u would to his cock.
hes torn between being rough and soft to you when youre so clueless about the effect u have on people. gojo holds onto your shoulders and just speeds up making you limp over the bathroom counter and you dont seem to care about the moans any more. his dirty talk is crazy as always
“yeah… hear that? fucking slut dripping all over my cock”, “who’s making you feel this way, hm? who’s fucking you so deep?”, “pretty baby looks so stunnin’ in her black dress talking to some sorcerer … but she looks better stuffed.”
you giggled a little at that one but you have no time to catch ur breath bc hes cumming deep in you and oh my god you arent sure if hes just fuelled by adrenaline or WHAT but he cums so so much in u it gets you dizzy. as with satoru.
“fuck… made to take my cum, yeah?” and he makes sure you know it bc he is immediately hooked when he removes his cock and you’re trying to keep it in yet there’s globs of cum that leave ur pussy and drips to the floor HAHREBW gojo fucking loses it and has to fuck you again until you’re full of his cum.
“look at me in the mirror as i breed you, sweetheart.”, “feel that? got s’much cum jus’ for you”, “ wanna feel this pussy ‘round me until i can’t any more. don’t think little mr. kyoto over there could fuck you this well, right?” he. is. gross.
snaps pics of ur cum filled cunt after. youre spent, leaning over the counter and exhausted and catching your breath and your eyes widen in panic when gojo gets to his knees again and latches his mouth onto your soaking pussy ….. and eats the cum right outta you! disgusting filthy man oh i need him to do that to me.
the higher ups told u not to come to the next gala dinner LMAOOO
#I GOT CARRIED AWAY#anon#asks#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo smut#jjk thirsts#jjk drabbles
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also been thinking abt yunjin 💭💭💭 shes so pretty she probably looks even prettier when giving head T_____T groaning into your pussy bcs u taste sooo good and all this talk about being milked is making me lose my mind a lil !!! cause she would (tell me if this is not a okay subject for you!!!!!!!!!!) LOVE sucking on your pregnancy tiddies and tasting all your breast milk while she strokes her (g!p) thinking abt how she just wants to get you pregnant again and again if you'll keep producing such good milk for her ♡ probably cums on your pussy and eats you out again so you'll be "cleaned up" <333333
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader
warnings: oral + g!p + creampies + breeding + overstimulation + pregnancy + lactation
💌: god nonie i love u to pieces ur brain words fucking wonders this is my fave thing ever aghh im gonna kissyou
“stop squirming, princess.” yunjin’s voice is distant. she’s fucked you with her tongue to the point where it dont even feel like you’re in your body anymore, and it has you convinced your girlfriend’s tongue is a gateway to heaven.
“god, you taste good.” she hums, curling her fingers inside of you, making you lurch forward as a high pitched whine is ripped from you, clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
she pulls her drenched fingers from your hole before aligning her length with your entrance, using the moisture as lube to jerk her stiff cock at a sloppy pace just outside of your cunt, too desperate to maintain a steady one.
“‘m gonna knock you up.” she promises, sliding just the thick head of her dick inside as one of her hands palms your tit, pulling at your sensitive nipple. the pain makes you jolt, pussy trying to suck her in while you grab at her wrist in an attempt to stop the assault on your breasts.
“yunjin — hah — stop..hurts” you whined, already close to cumming. you both know that you don’t want her to stop and not bothering to use your safeword is enough of a reason for her to continue, pushes her dick inside with one thrust, the tightness too much for her to bear. “i know it hurts baby, but you like it, yeah? you’re a nasty little thing that’s why you like when i hurt you n use you like a fucktoy, right baby?”
there was something so sexy about yunjin’s dirty talk. maybe it was because your girlfriend is usually such a sweetheart but the second she’s balls deep in your cunt she can’t help her mean words and even meaner actions.
the pleasure is mindnumbing, making you unable to focus on anything but her dick fucking into you, the thick veins look delicious covered in your cream and you can’t look away, your mouth hanging open as you focus on her cock disappearing inside your stretched pussy.
“look at you, angel” she tells you, “look so pretty f’me bet you’ll look even better carryin’ my kid.” yunjin moans at the thought, pressing deeper inside, her only goal to fuck a baby into you. “can’t wait til your tits fill up with my milk, need to taste it so bad.” her eyes have rolled into the back of her skull now, mindless groans escaping her every now and then.
“give it to me” you were delirious, too fucked out to process the words as they left your mouth. “gimme a baby, yunjin, need it so bad. wanna make you a mommy ‘nd have you milk me,” her thrusts speed up, becoming harsh and uncoordinated. “you’ll help me right, yunie?” you’re such a goddamn tease it makes her want to wipe the faux pout off your lips.
“yeah baby, i’ll help. gonna milk you like a fucking cow ‘nd plug you full of cum like my breeding bitch.” she snarks, her balls slapping your ass with every push of her hips.
whines and mewls are your only response, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence as you approach your orgasm.
your walls clamp around her dick in a vice grip as you cream around her and the sensation is enough to make her blow her load, bucking her hips haphazardly as she empties her balls deep inside.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl” she moans, the praise combined with the thick ropes spilling inside makes you squeal, wrapping your legs around her to keep every drop of cum inside, neither of you wanting to waste her potent seed.
even after filling you up yunjin is insatiable, continues to slowly grind her hips into yours as she kisses you softly.
she won’t be done until she’s shooting blanks or passes out, whichever happens first.
#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: 🎀#le sserafim#huh yunjin#le sserafim x reader#le sserafim smut#huh yunjin x reader#huh yunjin smut#💌.g!p#💌.oral#💌.creampies#💌.breeding#💌.overstimulation#💌.pregnancy#💌.lactation
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i don't really have any solid conclusions about this yet but i noticed A Thing in a rewatch and i haven't found it mentioned elsewhere yet so here we go
(apologies for the appalling image quality you're about to see, i can't screenshot easily rn pls bear with)
OKAY so in the scene where crowley confronts gabriel about "shut up and die", something about the arrangement of book stacks caught my eye a little
the majority of the books are angled so that we mostly just see the page edges and not the spines clearly, EXCEPT for a particularly shiny and familiar colour combo right here-
but nothing too weird going on there, i thought, crowley coloured books in a bookshop so what? right up until i registered crowley's line when we get a closer look-
hhhhmmmmMMmmmm yes yes "everything just the way you wanted" huh, very interesting considering that we know how much thought goes into props huh
and for most of the shots we get of crowley in this position those freaking books are just quietly nestled right there in the corner-
look at that god damn framing i fuckin see you, you glorious bastards
so i paused to see if i could figure out what the hell was up with those fuckers and this is when i absolutely lost my mind, your honour
A and C you say?? in crowley colours???? framed like this?????? localised entirely within your kitchen???
anyway long story short they're two books from an Agatha Christie Crime Collection set (24 volumes, three stories per volume) and guess whats on the mfing front covers I'm-
(its a rant for another post but when paired with this other set of initials spotted in s2 i want to scream actually)
ANYWAY back to the books, through an absolutely unhinged comparison of the formatting of gold text blobs i reckon the two we have here are:
(on top) The Pale Horse; The Big Four, The Secret Adversary
(on bottom) 4:50 From Paddington, Lord Edgeware Dies, Murder in Mesopotamia
(I'm fairly confident but if anyone has a better image to confirm/correct this pls do)
now here is where I'll need a bunch of help from some Christie-heads out there bc I haven't read any of these and I've only seen the tv adaptation of one of them, so i dont know for sure if these are like A Clue, or A Cool Thing, or if I've just fully brainrotted myself into a fun lil corner here? wa-hoo
but here's some initial stuff that jumped out at me after skimming the basics:
(some of) the titles: Pale Horse/Big Four - death's horse ofc, the four horsemen mayb? the them+adam?? ; Mesopotamia is a very biblical choice bbz ; 4:50 From Paddington- azi likes trains i guess? idk that one's tenuous lmao ; honestly no idea with the other two but Secret Adversary feels a tad ominous
iirc Big Four just has kind of an unusual history, it was initially twelve short stories that she later compiled into one, and it was published fairly soon after christie's mysterious disappearance/reappearance
in Big Four, poirot fakes his death at one point and doesnt even let hastings in on it and I'm hoping sure its totally irrelevant to the ineffable bois
part of the Pale Horse story is a group of assassins that basically try to pass off all their murders as being actually caused by like ✨satanic powers✨ which is interesting
christie knew a fUCkton about poisonings thats why she wrote so many into her work and, while i don't believe the poison coffee theory myself, it sure is an interesting link with how cyanide is associated with almond smell/flavour and that metatron chooses almond syrup in particular
(ALSO random side note that is mostly meaningless but I've worked in a good few uk coffee shops and have never worked anywhere that stocks almond syrup; almond milk yes, hazelnut syrup yes, but never almond syrup...? prob just the places i worked though lmao)
EDIT forgotten point: I've seen some speculation that the bently's plate reading "CURTAIN" could be a reference to poirot's last story, along side that alternate scene of crowley ordering the sherry for "miss marple", its just one too many agatha christie references for my melted brain to handle and I'm SUS
so this is where i run out of idea steam and hand it over to you lot because i have no clue what this could mean, if it even means anything other than a cool set feature
is there something here actually or am i yelling into the void just for fun?
who knows, who cares!
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens spoilers#good omens 2 spoilers#good omens meta#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#agatha christie#hercule poirot#miss marple#can't wait to hear y'alls thoughts#SO WHY IS THERE A KNIFE THROUGH THE 'A' HUH#AND WHY IS THE 'C' ON THE CHALKBOARD SO FADED HMMM#GAIMAN EXPLAIN#things that make me go ngkk
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cia shows up on the farms doorstep and price and ghost are like how did you know we were here and also we a retired and the cia agent goes who the fuck are you guys que goose storming out with a spray bottle and a newspaper becAUSE FOR THE LAST TIME I DONT WANNA BE SOME FUCKING SECRET AGENT I FUCKIN LEFT THE CITY TO GET AWAY FROM YOU SMARMY ROACHES HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW ME HOME IF YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN ILL ASSUME YOURE A TRESSPASSER AND SHOW YOU WHAT I THINK OF THE SECOND AMENDMENT (price had no clue the cia wanted his daughter and ghost has never heard anyone talk to a high ranking CIA agent like that depending on what point in the story this takes place they either end up with another kid or ghost has to go do 4 hours of manual labor to get even close to normal about how hot that was)
I think about the CIA courting Goose all the time. Daughter of an British SAS Captain, dual citizenship, award winning marksman, charming, probably strong from the ranch work... they want her so bad.(I want her so bad)
She used to get recruitment letters in the mail and just pitched them because she wanted nothing to do with them, but someone showing up on her doorstep??? Ghost opens the door to a suit and just closes it. Nothing good comes out of a suits mouth, he knows that better than anyone. They knock again. Ghost goes and grabs a sandwich from the kitchen. Goose comes down to ask who it is(I assume this is pre-getting together, thus... main house)
"Some suit."
"Tax assessor suit, or attorney suit?"
"Looked government."
Goose is already grabbing a gun and cocking it as she opens the door to tell them to get off her property. She gets more scouser when she's mad, flips to Texan when she really pissed, and Ghost has never heard her do the flat middle American thing until she is politely telling a CIA recruited that if they doesn't stop bothering her she'll shoot on sight(they've seen her scores they know she'll do it)
Ghost has to go sit in the stable for a while and think about what choices he's made in life that the thought of Goose blowing a suits head clean off his shoulders makes him this hard
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Direct Instruction
"Slow down, Denji. You're gonna overstimulate her too quick. Slow licks. Yeah.. Just like that. Take your time, she ain't goin nowhere."
Aki speaks from across the room, patiently observing Denji struggle not to devour you. He slips his t-shirt off but leaves his sweats on. Head tilted, one hand resting on his raging dick as he leans back further into his chair. You don't know why he's still clothed; made you and Denji get undressed soon as this started.
"I don't want tooo. She tastes so fuckin sweet. Its like candy, Aki."
Denji's a fuckin brat but slows down anyway, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Even with him replacing his savage ass sucking with fast little kitten licks, you can't dig your toes out the mattress at the feeling.
"Yeah, I know she does. Don't mean you can do whatever you want." Aki tells him, squeezin his dick to the sight of you.
"Not the fuckin boss of me.." Denji mumbles into your pussy, making Aki's brow raise.
"That right? Want me to shut this shit down? Fuck y/n till she can't see straight while we leave you to play by yourself?"
That gets Denji back on track. Doesn't dare talk back. Only whines into your sensitive lil pus before getting back to his task.
"Thought so. Fuckin brat. Did you not promise me to work on followin directions? Gonna have to handle your bad ass later.. And you better make her cum real good too."
Theres no doubt about that. Tip of his tongue is dead on, swiping that spot on your slippery nub with an accuracy you wouldn't have thought a virgin could possess. He's only been between your legs for a couple minutes but apparently a few tips from Aki and suddenly he's a pro.
"Ahh, ahhh- Denji! Can't believe- didn't think- ohmygod!"
Aki chuckles as Denji moans around your clit, gripping around your thighs tight. The vibrations put an arch in your back that make Aki finally pull himself out to stroke; he's way too fuckin hard watchin you so drunk on pleasure.
"See what you're doin to her? She can barely take it. Use your fingers.. Yeah, like that. Bet shes squeezin round you.. Always bear hugs the fuck outta my dick when I first slide in."
"Mmmhmmm.."
A finger swipes at your opening, experimenting with the slip and slide of you. Denjis curious. Slowly lets his digit creep inside, suckin at you a little quicker. He's stares at your glistening lil puss, mesmerized by how you engulf him like his lips do to your clit.
"Good boy, Denji. Thats it.. Isn't he doin so well, sweet heart? Makin your lil puss flutter nice and tight, huh? Well, tell him then. Dont be rude.."
"Yeeees, Aki! Makin me feel so- ah, ah, ah!"
Denji can't take it anymore. Wants you to be a good boy, and to be the one that makes you cum but he so fuckin selfish. Needs something from you first: wants a real taste of your pretty lil chocolate pussy. So he abandons your clit, pulling you even tighter against his mouth so he can dig his tongue inside of you as far as it can go.
"Ohhhhmyyy- uh, uh, uh!"
It's too intense too fuckin quick. Your yank at his hair to pull him back but he doesn't budge, leaning into you body to trap you against the bed. He wiggles it inside of you erratically, no rythym at all. Just trying his damnest to reach your depths.
"Geez, Denji.. Should've known; you never fuckin listen."
But Aki doesn't stop him, quickening his strokes as he gets up to stand closer for a better view. He swipes at the precum streaming from his flushed tip. Reaching down with the same hand to pluck at your stiff nipples, smearing them sticky before rubbin slow teasing circles around your clit.
"Listen to that.. Hear that cute lil pussy singin for us? She's loud.. Even louder than your mouth. You so nasty, baby."
"Mmm mmm mmm."
Denji doesnt even hear Aki anymore, groaning in between your thighs like you just offered him a feast. Which is hella funny cause that's how he eats you. It's so damn sloppy, too messy. Your juices and his spit mixing to slide down your ass to the bed.
"Gonna cum Denji! Dont stop, please. Fuh-uuck.. More, Akiiii!"
Your pleas the prettiest symphony either of em has ever heard.
"Okay, y/n, okay. Let it out- ahhh.. Need to see you wet up his mouth, princess.Ohhh, gonna buss- don't stop Denji. Our girls gonna cum. Huh, y/n? Fuuuuck, you're so damn. beautiful."
He gives your twitchy lil button the attention you need, just not in the way expect. Stops rubbing to land 3 swift smacks against your clit. But your gone by the first, mindlessly squealing and cumming on Denji's mouth. Hips twisting uncontrollably but his hold on your thick thighs keeps you in place by. All the while, the fuckin brat makes multiple attempts to reach that special spot inside you with his devilish tongue.
"Mmmmfankoooohmmmm!"
Denji groans his appreciation when you shower his swollen mouth with your love. His tongue batters your walls, forcing moan after moan from your throat till your voice cracks.
What neither of you expect is for the scene to become to much for Aki. He pushes Denji to the side and bullies his cock between your spasming walls. He relishes how the end of your orgasm pushes him into his own.
"No fair, Aki! Wasn't done yet. Not your turn!" Denji's whining, swiftly standing to take Aki's place.
"Shut it."
He strokes his dick slowly, whimpering when he notices how Aki fucks you so good that when your lips part to cry nothin comes out. No breath in your lungs, mouth open wide in a silent scream as Aki leans over you and humps you quick and hard. You're left to grip at your covers, shapely brown legs wrapping around his waist; having no choice but to take what he gives you.
"Yeeees y/n! Bout to fill up my pussy, baby. You ready? Gonna take it all? Got so much cum for you, princess!"
You shake your head, hoping he takes some pity and pulls out.
"Nooo, Aki. Take it out. Don't want you too."
Your mumbled denial definitely lacks conviction.
"Too fuckin bad, baby- ohhhhshit! Can't stop now. Mmmm.. 'S too amazin y/n. Ahhh.."
Aki fills you and then some, thick streams pushing out everytime he fucks back into you. You're thankful his strokes turn shallow at the end of his nut, energy draining from his limbs as he lays over you heavily.
Denji watches as he jerks, envious of the intimacy between you two as Aki pecks kisses all over your face.
"A-aki, 'm close, so fuckin close.. Can I cum? Please, Aki, please?"
"No. Hands off." Voice commanding, he's back to his stoic demeanor; even though his hips still stutter slowly into yours.
Denji groans in disbelief, droppin his hand reluctantly. He can't believe Aki's bein this way. You came and he clearly just satisfied himself, shivers still running through him as he pulls his dick out of you. So then why can't Denji find some fuckin relief too?
But then Denji's pleasantly surprised when Aki spreads you wide, both watching as his nut pools too your entrance. You cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed how they stare at his cum slowly oozing out and into the big puddle beneath you.
Aki looks at Denji, smiling brightly; cock still stiff as fuck.
"Kay, Denji. Put it in, your turn.."
#black reader#black fanfiction#black writer#all readers#all welcome#all women are beautiful#dirty talk#smut#creamp!e#sub reader#submisive and breedable#pussy eater#chainsaw man#chainsaw man smut#denji x reader#denji x you#denji x y/n#aki x reader#aki x you#aki hayakawa
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Love Me Like I Can // Chapter 2
Chapter 2 // How to Touch a Girl
•warnings: Cursing. Cheating. Sexual Situations. Drinking. Drug use. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
The first time Diana woke up the morning after her birthday was actual torture, she was sure. The need to empty her bladder caused her to wake far earlier than she would have liked, early morning light barely making it through the blackout curtains that decorated her bedroom. The redhead carefully disentangled herself from the limbs of her sister and friend and climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone from beside her on the bed. Making her way to the ensuite bathroom, Diana immediately regretted unlocking her device for two reasons. First the dull ache in her head made itself known the second the light hit her eyes in contrast to the dark bathroom. 6:21 AM . Second, was a series of text messages from a number not saved to her phone that she decided could wait before she absolutely exploded. After washing her hands and splashing cold water on her face, Diana braced herself and opened the text thread.
+1(617)-555-1425
9:36 PM
you look sooo good in your IG pics
11:15 PM
ugh i wish i was with you rn
12:20 AM
cmon di. dont be a btich text me back
1:37 AM
Ungrateful bitch.
2:39 AM
i see. youre out there fuckin with someone new. Thats wh you wont text me back. He’ll just get bored of you like I did.
2:41 AM
How long before he starts fucking yor sister
Disappointed that the Boston area code and the content of messages meant the sender was clear, Diana quickly locked her phone and dropped it on the counter. She couldn’t deal with Connor right now. Leaving her phone in the bathroom, Diana crawled back into bed, thankful that she insisted on a “sleepover” last night and wasn’t alone to spiral.
The second time Diana woke up was slightly better than the first. She was alone in bed and her headache eased to a dull thumping, a glass of water on her bedside table. Emptying the glass in one go, Diana searched for her phone. A string of curses rang through her head when she remembered the reason that it was not beside her. After a dramatic sigh, she forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She turned on the light, looked in the mirror for the first time that day, and groaned out loud. Light reddish-purple bruises littering her neck and collarbone were visible under the sports bra she was wearing.
Annoyed with herself, Diana picked up her phone and checked the time: 12:12 PM. When she unlocked the device the messages from Connor were still open on the screen. While the reason for his vitriol was now apparent, clues painted on her skin, it didn’t make it justified. ‘It wasn’t like I had sex with Joe,’ she thought, ‘ And even if I had, I’m single and can fuck who I want.
Diana blocked the number but kept the text thread to show Biz later and moved on to check her other notifications, some birthday wishes from people who couldn't make it last night and a missed call from Cathy at 9:30. Diana decided could give her manager a call back later and was replying to all of the messages and comments as she walked into the kitchen of the apartment she shared with her sister.
Biz, who was standing at the stove cooking bacon and French toast, spoke as Diana walked in eyes glued to her phone. “Gooood Morning beautiful, Happy actual birthday,” the younger woman sang in a joking manner. “Taylor left, she had to catch a flight for the awards tonight.” She paused a minute before excitedly saying, “There was a delivery for you this morning.”
Diana looked up at her last statement, confused even more at the smirk on the brunette’s face. “What delivery?”
Biz didn't respond except for pointing her spatula towards the living room, signaling Diana to investigate. Rolling her eyes, Diana did as she was told, walking farther down the hall to figure out what her sister was talking about.
She was not expecting multiple bouquets of roses placed in every nook and cranny they would fit to be decorating the living room. “What the fuck,” she muttered to herself, making her way toward the largest bouquet on the coffee table in the center of the room, silently counting the number of arrangements. Nine.
‘What a strange number,’ she thought as she picked up the card attached to the large bundle of roses, looking out of place on the coffee table next to her TV remote.
Tried to get your number Cathy with no luck.
Now who’s curving who?
513-555-6947
JB
Warmth filled Diana’s body as she reread the card for the third time, trying to make sense of it. Pulling up Cathy’s contact information on her phone and pressing call, she turned to see Bizz in the doorway smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
“Soooo… who are those from?” Her tone gave her away, she already read the card.
“Fuck off,” Diana mouthed just as Cathy answered her phone, turning back to the flowers.
“Cathy Allred,” the older woman answered cheerfully.
“Hey, Cath, this is Di. I was just giving you a call back and wondering if you knew why there were 10 gigantic floral arrangements in my living room?” Diana greeted, attempting to keep her annoyance at her sister out of her voice.
Cathy’s throaty laugh came through the speaker and Di could imagine her expression was the same one that Biz was wearing.
“Oh, honey. That handsome football player from last night was leaving messages at the buttcrack of dawn trying to weasel your number out of me. When I told him that I couldn’t clear that without your direct consent, he asked if he could send flowers to our office and have them forwarded to you if security approved the message. We just didn’t expect 9 separate bouquets.”
Diana was in shock. She couldn’t remember the last time she had received flowers unrelated to work.
“Well, uh, thank you, Cathy. That’s all I wanted. I’ll talk to you Wednesday,” Diana ended the phone call, still staring blankly at the literal dozens of roses sitting in her house.
“Soooooo,” Biz’s voice came out in her signature sing-songy tone. “Are ya gonna text him?”
Diana bit her lip. “Well, I guess I should, right?”
She could feel her anxiety creeping up in the back of her mind, almost like frost crystallizing on glass in the winter. The first voices of self-doubt were beginning to scream you’re not good enough for him and he’s only going to break your heart when a hand on Diana’s shoulder refocused her.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di,” Biz’s comforting words filled her ears. “He’s a really hot guy who is into you, so I’d say go for it. Texting him doesn’t mean you’re getting married next month, babe. But you were humping his leg like a dog in heat last night, so it probably would be proper etiquette to at least acknowledge his existence.” As was exiting the room laughing at her own joke as she said the last part.
Diana rolled her eyes and thought about her sister’s advice. Joe really was an attractive man and all signs were pointing to him being attracted to her. Their physical chemistry last night had been off the charts and even though they didn’t discuss anything super deep, she was engrossed in the conversation, always wanting to hear what Joe had to say next. She was going to do it, she was going to text him.
She added his number to her phone and began debating how to start the conversation. After drafting and redrafting the generic ‘Hi! It’s Diana” messages for nearly two minutes, she finally settled on one that would let Joe know who she was.
Joe (Quarterback)
12:32 PM
you left before saying bye last night, i’d say you’re still curving me.
Phone in hand, Diana made her way toward the smell of brunch. Before she could even make it to the breakfast nook her phone buzzed in her hands signifying she had received a text.
Tee wasn’t feeling great, I had to dash.
Let me make it up to you. I’m in NYC until Monday night.
Butterflies filled Diana’s stomach as her eyes scanned the messages she had just received. Joe didn’t leave the party because he was embarrassed by their hookup like her anxiety had been trying to convince her. He had a legitimate reason and he wanted to see her again to make up for it. Before she could let her nerves stop her, she fired off a reply to Joe
i’ll hold you to it. 😜 i’m free all day tomorrow.
Diana didn’t even get a chance to lock her phone before a new message appeared on her screen.
Not anymore. Lunch?
She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or hunger making her stomach turn the way it was, so she decided to load up her plate before responding.
After eating a decent amount of brunch and taking a well-needed shower, Diana was lounging in her bed, Parks and Recreation on in the background, staring at Joe’s texts. So many conflicting thoughts were running through her head about what her response should be. As much as she wanted to see Joe again, she couldn’t shake the feeling of fear. Sure Joe seemed nice, but Connor seemed nice enough at first. She knew her ex had just sent the hateful texts to get under skin, but he knew which blows hit the hardest.
“Biiiiiiz! Come in here!” she shouted from her spot on the bed, in a frustrated squeal.
“What’s the matter?” The brunette questioned, popping her head through the door.
“I think I agreed to hang out with Joe tomorrow and I’m scared,” Diana whined, dragging out the vowels in the word ‘scared’.
A snort came from Biz as she made her way fully into the room. “He’s a man, Di, not a monster. Why are you scared?”
Diana knew this was the moment that she should share that Connor had texted her this morning, but for some reason, she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Instead, what came out was a pitiful gasp for air that made Biz by surprise.
“Just, what if I’m supposed to be more healed than I am,” Diana breathed, tears in her eyes. “Like, what if Joe turns out to be as good as he seems? Doesn’t he deserve more than this heartbroken version of me? I’m barely myself again, Biz.”
“I think you should at least hang out with him and see where it goes. Worst comes to worst, you guys know you’re physically into each other,” Biz teased.
Diana rolled her eyes, “What if he’s expecting to fuck and I’m not ready?”
Biz shot her sister a look. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di. But let’s be real, you need to get dicked down. How long has it been?”
Diana rolled her eyes again, not wanting to acknowledge she was currently on the longest dry spell she’d ever had. Things in the bedroom aspect of her relationship with Connor never really met her standards, always dissatisfied. The past six months of their relationship had consisted of barely any intimacy, Connor claiming he wasn’t attracted to Diana at the moment. Turns out, he was just getting his needs met by her best friend.
“You’re right,” Diana gave in, texting Joe back.
1:26 PM
deal, burrow. tomorrow at noon.
Italian or Mexican?
Shit. Just got word that public restaurants are a no-go.
its okay. we can do pizza and sweets at my place
A new fear ran through Diana’s head as soon as she heard the “swoosh” sound from her head.
“What if-” Diana was cut off by her sister throwing a pillow at her face.
“Shut up,” Biz said in a more serious tone than before. “I get that you’re nervous, but stop coming up with these what-ifs. Smoke about it and attempt to channel your thoughts into something productive.” With that, Biz left the room.
Diana knew her sister was right. Not only did she tend to handle her anxiety better if she was channeling it into something productive, but she was behind on writing. Cathy had told her that the songwriters she was meeting with on Wednesday were expecting the start of at least six new songs and at this point, Diana only had four songs, three of which were fragments.
Lighting a preroll from her bedside table, Diana reached for her notebook, anxiety still at full force. As she hit the joint, she began to scribble down the thoughts that were looping in her head in an attempt to get them to stop.
I know that I’m better than this heartbroken version of me
What if he can't compete with the things that I'm scared of that keep love from me?
I get so attached and when it ends and the comedown hits I just end up hating me
The energy that it takes to be somebody’s somebody just ain’t in me.
After she had stubbed out her joint, the voice of Diana’s anxiety had dulled to a whisper and her mood had lifted considerably. When Diana looked up from her notebook and checked her phone she saw two new messages from Joe.
Awesome. Can’t wait to see you.
What are you up to?
Smiling to herself, her fingers glided across the screen to type out that she was writing, hoping it could turn into a song and returning the question. Joe must have had his phone in hand because within record time her phone was signaling a new message.
Just left lunch with the guys, can I call you?
The butterflies from earlier had returned with a vengeance accompanied by a warm flush taking over her body. Within seconds of replying with an affirmative text, her phone was ringing in her hand indicating she was receiving a FaceTime call from Joe.
“Hello,” she greeted hesitantly, internally cringing at her appearance in the camera. Her long hair was still wet from the shower and braided into Dutch braids down the side of her head and she had placed two star pimple patches on her forehead and chin, not expecting to see anyone but Biz.
“Hey! You look great,” Joe responded, white smile beaming at Diana. He appeared to be sitting against a hotel headboard, dressed in a black Bengals hoodie.
“No one likes a liar, Joe,” Diana smiled. “Wasn’t expecting a video call.”
“I just needed to make sure you were who you said you were,” Joe countered, smile turning into a playful grin. “Can’t be making plans to hang out with some rando, you know.”
Diana rolled her eyes and placed her notebook on her bedside table, the action drawing Joe’s attention.
“I’m sure girls are tripping over their own feet to eat lunch with you,” Diana let out a small laugh. “Unfortunately for you, I am myself and you have agreed to hang out with me. Now, if you’ll agree after this time, that’s a question for another day.”
“Oh, yeah. What makes you say that?” Joe quirked an eyebrow, a grin still covering his beautiful mouth.
“Well, first of all, we’re getting pineapple on our pizza. Second of all, I planned on finishing my puzzle tomorrow, so you’re now getting roped into that.”
Laughter filled the speakers before Joe’s voice said, “Well, first things first, pineapple on pizza is the right decision… But a puzzle, really? What are you, 73?”
Diana was pleasantly surprised at the ease of carrying on a conversation with Joe. She had assumed that alcohol had lubricated their last interaction, but the way the conversation flowed for the next hour proved that wrong. Joe teasing her for doing puzzles led them to talk about their other hobbies which led to them talking about what started them on their careers.
“Yeah, so I’m hoping to be back by preseason, but there’s no guarantee. I just feel like I’m letting the team and the fans down, y’know,” Joe finished explaining his injury, something Diana had known the bare minimum about before this conversation. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to the side. “Sorry to overwhelm you.”
“No, please don’t ever apologize for sharing your emotions, Joe. You can’t hold everything in because you’re afraid of being judged.” Diana’s heart tugged for a moment, imagining how Joe must feel after the season he had last year. She wanted to make sure he knew that she was someone he could share with even if this went nowhere.
“Okay,” Joe nodded, but still changing the subject, “So, what about you? Any new music I get to look forward to?”
Diana rolled her eyes but smiled. Connor was never interested in her career, implying that the music his band made was better and more meaningful. It felt nice to have someone who wasn’t her sister inquire about the progress she was making on her new album. “Actually, I have a few writing sessions over the next few weeks with my label and some producers and start recording some new stuff in March. We’re planning on turning the EP into an extended into a standard album”
“Oh, yeah? Do you have a lot of material?” Joe asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.
“Uh, actually, I didn’t. I’ve been writing a lot recently, though, so hopefully..” Diana trailed off, hoping the heat on her cheeks didn’t show up on Joe’s end of the video call. It was embarrassing enough to admit to herself that she had been more inspired since Joe appeared in her life than she had been in six years, but she’d die if he figured it out.
After a few more minutes of talking, one of Joe’s teammates knocked on his door causing Joe to get off the phone. They had been on the phone for an hour, but Diana was sure she could have talked to him for three more. Diana spent the rest of her night watching the Grammys on her couch. Diana’s team still thought it was best if she stayed home this year as Connor’s band was up for nomination and they wanted to avoid as many headlines about the two as they could. They insisted that Diana stream from home and interact with fans while the awards were happening, which worked out okay in her book. She had fun posting on her Instagram stories rooting for the artist she was friends or a fan of, secretly rejoicing when Bedford Scrolls lost the award they were up for. The fact that she was able to hang out with Joe because she stayed home was definitely, absolutely, not the main reason.
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If there is one thing that will never change about Diana Hayes, it’s that she’s not a morning person. Or a “before 1 PM” person, really. So when her alarm went off at 10 this morning, she wanted to press snooze with everything in her being. That was until she actually looked at her phone and noticed the text notifications on her home screen. She had the normal business updates in her team group chat, but that wasn’t the one that caught Diana’s attention.
Joe (Quarterback)
7:01 AM
Is there a specific dress code today?
A smile crossed Diana’s lips, relieved that he wasn’t canceling on her. Tapping a reply out on her phone, she got out of bed and headed towards her bathroom.
10:02 AM
whatever you’re comfortable in. i plan on restarting game of thrones today.
Diana busied herself by turning on her shower and adjusting the water temperature before her phone buzzed on the counter.
Sweats it is.
Good choice on shows. Don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m King In The North 😉
Diana responded with an eye roll emoji before telling Joe she would see him at noon and entering the shower. She took her time in the shower, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the uncertainty of what the afternoon held. It had been ages since she had been on a first date, if this even was one, she wasn’t sure what protocol was anymore.
An hour and twenty minutes, one pair of shaved legs, and a fight with a hair dryer later Diana was freaking out. Joe would be here in less than an hour and she was regretting everything. He’s going to make fun of me, Diana thought to herself, he’s going to come over, think I’m weird, and then make fun of me to his friends. Adjusting her position on the couch, Diana brought her hands up to pick at her lips, an anxious habit she’d had since a child.
Before her fingers could even make contact with her mouth, Biz’s hand swatted it away, an amused look on her face.
“You told me to stop you from picking!” Biz held up her arms in defense, “I just wanted to remind you to tag the bakery the croissants are from on Insta before I leave.”
Biz was driving back to Philadelphia with Eli for the day, giving Diana and Joe the apartment alone for the day. After Biz made her way out of the door, Diana busied herself taking pictures for her social media posts, starting the first episode of Game of Thrones, and snacking on the sweets that had been delivered while she was in the shower. Before she knew it her phone was ringing, Joe’s name flashing across the screen.
“Hey,” Diana greeted, standing to pace in the living room.
“Hey,” Joe responded, “I’m about to get in the elevator, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost there.”
“Okay. Once you get to the 14th floor, we’re on the right. See you in a minute.”
Moments later, Diana was opening the front door of her apartment, eyes scanning over Joe’s body. He was dressed in a tie-dyed blue and purple, Space Jam crewneck and a pair of gray sweats. She had never understood before when her friends had talked about men in gray sweats, but seeing Joe had shown her the light.
“Hey,” Diana finally found her voice, gesturing for him to walk in the door.
“Hey, again,” Joe joked, making his way past Diana to stand in the entryway. Closing the door, Diana met Joe’s eyes and felt her face heat up.
“So, I have uhm, some pastries and fruit in the living room if you want to go in there. I’m like halfway through the first episode of Game of Thrones if you want to go watch.” Diana’s voice came out quicker than normal, nerves filling the space between the butterflies in her stomach.
Joe shook his head with a grin. “Alright. That sounds great to me.”
The pair made their way past the kitchen and into the living room, Diana waving her arm in the direction of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. What do you want to drink?”
“Water sounds great, thanks,” Joe answered, walking to the corner of the couch.
When she returned, Joe had sat down and was taking in the surroundings of Diana’s living space. The room was the same cream color that most high-end rentals are nowadays, sectional taking up most of the space. A coffee table in front held Diana’s laptop, a plate with croissants, cinnamon rolls, and strawberries, a glass of water, and two of the flower arrangements that Joe sent her the day before. The sectional was up against a full wall picture window, sage green blinds pulled halfway across and faced a flat screen TV that was paused on an image of Daenerys Targaryen walking into a steaming bath.
“I know it’s plain, but we’re only staying here temporarily,” Diana said referring to the room they were in, her presence startling Joe.
“Oh. Planning on moving soon?” Joe inquired, pulling himself deeper into the couch. Diana set the glasses down on the coffee table and sat down next to Joe, leaving about a foot of space between them.
“Kind of? I wanted to stay in New York until the tour starts and then Biz and I were going to look at houses,” Diana said in response, “I don’t necessarily want to settle down in a huge city, but I can’t imagine myself going back to Philly.”
“Did you hate it there or something?” Joe seemed genuinely intrigued about Diana’s plans, which was something that surprised her. She had only really known him for 36 hours and she was ready to tell him everything.
“Only since my dad died,” Diana said, instantly followed with, “Oh my god. That was so depressing. Ignore me.”
“You’re fine. It’s the real reason,” Joe chuckled, “I’ll quit interrogating you.”
The two talked a little more about Joe’s flight back to Cincinnati at 9 and the Grammys that happened the night before, somehow landing on their Game of Thrones opinions.
“I won’t deny that she’s completely batshit insane, yes. But she’s one of the best characters!” Diana said, excitedly of Cersei.
“That’s not what you said, you said she was your favorite character,” Joe countered, “Which, if it is true, is wild.”
Diana laughed as she brought her legs onto the couch and crossed them crisscross-applesauce. The space that had previously existed between her and Joe disappeared, her knee pressing into his thigh. Attempting to ignore the heat that was making its way up her neck, Diana leaned forward and grabbed the remote.
“Just watch it from my perspective,” she said before pressing play.
The rest of the first episode and the entire second one played while Diana and Joe snacked and gave commentary on what was happening in the show. Between episodes, Diana had readjusted, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over herself. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime around the opening credits of the third episode after she had ordered pizza, she found herself pressed into Joe’s side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Within fifteen minutes of that, Diana found herself straddling Joe, hands on either side of his face, lips moving in sync with his. Joe’s right hand found its way to her hair as her lips traveled to the hair on his jawline.
“I like this scruff,” Diana panted between kisses, starting at his chin and making her way back up to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. Joe’s left hand traveled to her waist, reaching under her t-shirt and making contact with her bare skin. “I’ll keep that in mind,” just loud enough for Diana to hear. Diana ground her hips into his lap, feeling him harden beneath her and his hand traveled to her breast, massaging it eagerly.
They continued kissing a moment longer until Joe grabbed hold of Diana and laid her down on the couch. His lips found her neck and he asked, “Is this okay?” as he shifted his weight to not crush the woman below him, his left hand returned to its place under her shirt. “Take this off,” Joe said, gesturing to the material. Diana complied.
“Couldn’t be better,” Diana sighed as Joe nipped lightly at her collarbone, tongue following shortly after his teeth.
“I’m sure there’s always room for improvement,” his voice laced with lust and arrogance. Just as Diana was about to ask what he meant, Joe’s hand moved from her breast to the waistband of her sweatpants.
With a nod of Diana’s head, Joe’s hand dipped beneath the waistband of both her sweatpants long fingers gently brushing her clit through her panties. A soft moan left Diana’s lips as she leaned forward to connect her lips to Joe’s again. His fingers teased her, using his thumb and forefinger to play with the material separating him from her core. Lifting her hips hoping Joe would get the hint, she pressed her core firmly against his fingers.
“More,” she breathed. Joe pulled the fabric aside and his fingers were instantly met with the slick wetness of Diana’s arousal. Sliding his middle finger along her slit, he brought it up to her clit and began to rub. Pleasure clouded Diana’s thoughts, Joe’s voice asking her if he could take her pants off barely making it through haze. She lifted her hips and pulled the material down her legs as Joe sat up, tugging his shirt over his head.
Joe stared at her for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. Laying in only her black lace panties, Diana was too busy enjoying her own view to shy away from the hunger Joe was staring at her with. Joe was clearly a man who took care of his body and it showed. She was in awe.
Before Diana could process the definition of his muscles, Joe had resumed his position next to her, covering her lips with another kiss. Then, without hesitation, he took her left nipple in her mouth. Diana moaned again, arousal red hot between her legs. It wasn’t long until Joe’s mouth began moving downward again, leaving kisses until he got to Diana’s hip bones.
“Can I?” Joe asked, staring up hungrily at Diana. Hesitant, Diana thought it over for a second. She had only received oral three times in her past relationship as her ex had found numerous reasons to avoid the act, most of them criticisms of Diana. Everything from she was unattractive to she was too picky when it came to the way he did it. Trying to shake thoughts of her ex from her head, Diana reassured herself that every signal Joe had given her had proved he wanted to do this. Finally, she nodded her head.
Wasting no time after getting her consent, Joe placed his lips around Diana’s clit and began sucking. Instinctively, her hips bucked into him, eager for more pleasure. Diana felt Joe smile into her skin, then a finger slid into her while he continued to suck and lick at her. After some movement, Joe added another finger, pausing a moment to help her get used to the width.
Diana tried to clear her mind, looking down at the man between her legs. His fingers were moving inside of her, curling to hit a spot inside of her that she seemed rather receptive to the first time he hit it. A warm tension was pooling in the pit of her stomach as she tried to clear any insecurities from her mind.
“Fuck..” Joe’s mouth drew another slow moan out of Diana’s mouth. She leaned forward, propping herself up on her elbows. “As amazing as this feels- fuck. I don’t think that I’ll be able to- holy shit!- finish this way.”
Joe pulled his face away from her core, licking his lips and shaking his head. “I think you underestimate my determination,” he stated. Not breaking eye contact, he dipped his head back down and placed another kiss on her clit and added another finger to the ones busy between her folds.
Joe’s hands and mouth continued in unison to work their magic until moments later when tension in her core began to build towards a peak and her body convulsed. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down lightly as Joe’s teeth lightly grazed her clit. He used his free hand to rest against her hip bones, trying to hold her in place so he could help bring her to climax. Releasing her clit from his mouth, began to move his fingers with more purpose, trying to match the pace that Diana was trying to set.
“Fuck. Fuck! Joe, I think I’m going to-” Diana was cut off by her orgasm. Joe continued to pump his fingers into her as he peppered kisses on her forehead. Warmth radiated through her body, starting at her core and rippling from her head to her toes.
“That’s right, baby. Just let it happen,” he encouraged as Diana let herself give in to the sensation.
Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, Diana was staring into Joe’s blue eyes. “Thank you. I promise you did not need to do that” Diana whispered, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her.
“I didn’t have to, I wanted to,” his response helped ease her worries. “Besides, I didn’t want to not live up to what was advertised,” he joked, referencing the interview Ja’Marr had given. Just then, the doorbell rang indicating that the pizza they delivered had arrived.
An hour later, Joe and Diana had devoured an entire pizza and had spent the entire time deep in conversation. Trying to avoid bringing up what just happened, Diana kept the topics focused on friends and growing up. She learned about Joe’s parents and his brothers and heard what it was like to grow up in a relatively small town in Ohio, while she told Joe about how she grew up in Philadelphia, her mom leaving before she turned 10, and her dad passing away a few years ago. It felt almost relieving to have someone ask questions about the things she actually cared about.
It wasn’t long before Joe’s phone started ringing from its spot on the coffee table. Joe stood up and walked out of the room to take the call. It was a quarter till six, meaning that Joe’s flight left in less than 5 hours. Diana’s head began swimming with contradicting thoughts, sad that he had to leave soon and fear of what that meant.
When Joe ended the call, he walked back into the room, looking at his phone. “Apparently, I should leave in no more than ten minutes to make it back in time to pack for our flight. I guess I should leave” Joe looked just as conflicted as Diana felt. “Will I get to see you again?”
Diana felt her heart start beating harder than it ever had. This man was a fucking dream.
“Yeah, that’d be cool. I’d like that,” Diana nodded, walking Joe to the door.
“Cool. I had a really good time today,” a smile covered Joe’s face when Diana turned a deep red. “I’m willing to repeat it anytime,” he said with a wink.
Diana shoved Joe slightly, arriving at the front door. Joe engulfed her in a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
“But seriously, I would like to hang out again. I’ll text you, okay?” He was looking down at her now, smirk still on his face
With a nod, Diana pushed herself onto her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. Making sure she locked the door behind him, she raced to her phone to send her sister a text.
Sending the message, Diana couldn’t help to smile to herself. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted from this relationship with Joe, but she knew for sure she wanted more of it.
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Sorry for the delay, I just couldn't get this chapter right! Hope you all enjoy! If you've read this far, please let me know what you think, even on anon!
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" GETTING CAUGHT BY BIG BRO!"
starring! : RINDOU + BIMBO!READER
warnings! : 18+, hard dom!rindou, oral, exhibition, slapping, spitting, getting caught, praise, ran being a dick, dacryphilia, short, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned, MDNI
"Look up at me, baby"
You did as he asked you and he spit into your face before giving you a quick but hard slap, rin then pushed his dick back against your lips for you to wrap them around your boyfriends throbbing and veiny cock.
"keep going now, yeah? Rans gonna come back soon..dont wanna get caught, do ya?" He groaned and took his glasses off since they've gotten a little foggy.
You kept moaning around his cock as you sucked him in deeper and deeper, already causing rin's thighs to slightly tremble and twitch, you ran your tongue through his precum dripping slit before sucking his cock back into your mouth
"Fuck, baby—" he threw his head back and grabbed your hand to move it to his full balls "don't forget 'em, angel..fuck yes..like that—ahh~" rin loved when you gave his balls the attention they needed, it made your pussy throb at how full and heavy they feel
You bobbed your head up and down faster before grabbing the rest of his massive and hard length to stroke it with your free hand. "Shit- how are you so good..mhh..fuck, fuck!" Your tongue and hand moved faster with every moan or whimper your pretty boyfriend let out.
You got off on the thought that ran could get home any second and come into rindou's room, seeing you with his brothers cock down your throat.
Rindou isn't any better that you though, because he would love for ran to catch you two actually, because ran has a habit of hitting on you or even telling his brother that "she's fuckin' hot" blah blah blah.
He could show his brother that way that you'll always only suck his dick and no one else's.
"Nggh—" you gagged as you took him even deeper "nhh..good girl..shit— so good, baby.."
Rindou ran a hand through your hair and pushed you even closer to his pelvis, making your nose hit the little hairs above his cock, you actually love the happy trail you always see when he stretches and his shirt lifts a little, your boyfriend is perfect <33
You looked up at him with heart eyes and running makeup, you looked angelic. Rindou couldn't help but give you the same heart eyes and feel drool pool in his mouth. You two are so head over heels for eachother
Rin suddenly heard the door unlock and grabbed her head to fuck your throat even harder, you whined, trying to tell rin that ran is home..oh he knew, he fucking knew.
Just as rindou's eyes rolled back and you squeezed his balls even tighter ran busted through the door "broo— ohhh.." he looked at you two surprised.
You thought once ran came in rin would stop fucking your face but he just kept going "h-hold on!"
Ran watched your pretty face taking his brothers cock so well and got hard seeing the outline of your hard nipples through your tight shirt, your tits were slightly bouncing too~
Ran didn't seem surprised anymore, he seemed intrigued..
You finally felt rindou's cock throb and twitch as he came down your throat with slow but hard thrusts, he pulled out of your mouth and jerked a little bit onto your face "swallow it baby, and then show me, yeah?" You nodded and ran watched with wide eyes and a twitching cock as you swallowed rindou's cum.
You stuck your tongue out and showed him, rindou smiled and put his glasses back on before kissing you "so proud of you, babe" he said before standing back up straight, putting his dick back into his sweats and looking at his brother "what is it?"
Ran was taken aback but then grinned "uh, haha well I just got us some take out but I didn't know our little angel was here and taking such good care of my little bro~" rindou cringed "first of all, my angel. Second of all, her tummy is already full" rindou looked back at you on your knees "right, babe?"
You nodded at him, to which ran just shrugged and smirked "well if she's hungry later, I got some for her~" rindou cringed, again, and threw a pillow at him "THE FUCK SHE WILL!!"
Ran the just walked out the door laughing.
He will be jerking off to this sight until his brother'll let him have a go with you.
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‘hey, how’d it go?’
‘uh. not great.’
‘shit. tell me.’
‘ well, it started kinda fine. she kept, like, looking at my neck, but she didn’t say anything. but we got along pretty well.’
‘ did you hook up?’
‘ well. we were going to. but it was… i don’t know. weird.’
‘weird awkward?’
‘yeah. like it just… jesus, i don’t know. it felt wrong? but not, like, wrong wrong, just. weird.’
‘sure.’
‘it was like we didn’t know what to do.’
‘how far’d you get?’
‘we made out. but when i went to take my shirt off, she said— i’m not exaggerating— oh my go-od.’
‘jesus, steve.’
‘yeah. honestly i don’t even know why i fucking bother.’
‘what do you mean?’
‘ i dunno. guess i knew i’m fucking ugly now, i guess i just kinda… i don’t know. hoped it wasn’t that bad. but i’m an idiot, so.’
‘jesus, steve, shut the fuck up.’
‘huh?’
‘you’re not— fuck, there was so much wrong with all of that, oh my god.’
‘eddie.’
‘no— okay, alright. steve. you’re not ugly.’
‘she recoiled, eddie.’
‘okay, well, cindy alden is a bitch. i remember her from school, she’s always been awful. don’t laugh, i’m serious, she’s terrible.’
‘okay, eddie.’
‘you’re not ugly.’
‘i’m…’
‘steve. you’re not ugly. your scars are cool.’
‘think you’re the only one that thinks that.’
‘well my opinion is the most important, so.’
‘okay, eddie.’
‘look. your scars are metal as fuck. even if you don’t think so.’
‘…’
‘when you see my scars, do you think they’re ugly?’
‘wha— no, of course not.’
‘so why do you think yours are ugly?’
‘…i dont know.’
‘have you actually looked at your scars? taken a really good look?’
‘i don’t really want to.’
‘look at them. now.’
‘eddie.’
‘come on, stevie, humour me.’
‘…okay. i’m looking.’
‘have you noticed how they, like, kinda swirl a little bit?’
‘…noticing that now.’
‘don’t they kinda look like storm clouds?’
‘…’
‘steve?’
‘yeah. a little bit. guess that’s… kinda cool.’
‘and the colours? aren’t they pretty?’
‘you’re trying to make me feel better about myself.’
‘yeah. i am. aren’t they pretty?’
‘…yeah. i guess.’
‘and our scars match. that’s pretty cool. they’re like friendship bracelets.’
‘some fucked up friendship bracelets. but yeah. it’s kinda nice that i’m not the only one.’
‘you’re not ugly, steve. even with your sick-ass scars, you’re ho— you’re so cool.’
‘yeah? you think i’m pretty, eddie?’
‘…anyway. don’t worry about what cindy alden has to say. you’re good. and you’re not an idiot.’
‘okay, eddie.’
‘don’t okay, eddie me, i’m serious. you’re pretty smart, steve.’
‘okay, maybe i’m not an idiot, but i wouldn’t go so far as to say i’m smart.’
‘well, it’s a good thing i’m not asking you, isn’t it? don’t sigh at me. you’re smart.”
‘eddie, i don’t mind being the dumb one of the group, it’s fine.’
‘no, it’s not, steve. you’re not the dumb one. just because you’re not a science nerd or something doesn’t mean you’re not smart.’
‘in what way am i smart?’
‘you’re observant as fuck, steve. i’m serious, you are. dustin and robin told me about how they only realised the russian code was coming from hawkins because you were the only one that recognized the music in it.’
‘…’
‘we only figured out we could communicate from the upside down because you heard dustin. no one else heard him.’
‘you guys thought i was crazy.’
‘yeah, until we heard him too, and then i thought holy shit, this guy’s got ears like a fuckin’ bat.’
‘…’
‘you knew how to drive that rv right away.’
‘didn’t have much of a choice.’
‘what i meant was that you’d never driven an rv before.’
‘…‘s true.’
‘you’re really smart, steve. you’re… resourceful. and intuitive, and observant, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know science-y shit.’
‘…okay.’
‘and even if you weren’t smart, it wouldn’t matter. you’re more than your body and brains, stevie.’
‘what else am i, eddie?’
‘jesus, where should i start? …okay. you’re really sweet.’
‘sweet?’
‘so fucking sweet, steve, you’re one of the nicest people i know. even in high school, you were nicer than the other douche bags. and now you’re… you’re kind, steve. even if you’re being bitchy. you’re kind, and considerate, and patient when you need to be.’
‘…okay.’
‘and you’re… you’re funny. i know all the kids make fun of your jokes, but i laugh at all of them.’
‘thanks.’
‘you’re a good friend.’
‘am i?’
‘remember what i said about you being observant?’
‘yeah?’
‘i swear you can walk into a room and just… know. like, if anything is wrong, you pick up on it immediately, it’s insane. and you always know exactly what people need. you’re… safe.’
‘…safe?’
‘yeah. safe. everyone’s totally comfortable around you. the kids fucking adore you.’
‘really?’
‘yeah. the other day we were hanging out while you and robin were at work, and erica sighed very loudly and complained that she missed you.’
‘erica said that?’
‘erica fucking sinclair said, and i quote, i miss steve.’
‘…that’s really nice.’
‘you’re a good guy, steve, seriously. you’re selfless and brave and kind, and i love how you look after everyone, and how your eyes light up when talk about your sports, and how you get all mushy about the kids when they’re not around, and—’
‘…’
‘look. you’re, like, the best. and it— it breaks my fucking heart to hear you talk about yourself like you’re some piece of shit.’
‘…’
‘steve?’
‘…’
‘fuck, are you crying?’
‘…no?’
‘fuck, steve, i’m—’
‘eddie?’
‘yeah?’
‘i… i have to tell you something.’
‘what is it? are you okay?’
‘…i’m falling in love with you.’
‘…what?’
‘i’m sorry, eddie.’
‘no, don’t hang up, stevie— you’re— are you sure?’
‘yeah. i’m sure.’
‘but you… what about the girls?’
‘i was… i was trying not to— to fall for you, but you… fucking christ, eddie, you’re so…’
‘so?’
‘so good. you’re so perfect.’
‘fuck.’
‘im sorry, eddie.’
‘don’t apologise, stevie, i’m— i’m in love with you too.’
‘…say it again.’
‘i’m in love with you, too.’
‘holy shit.’
‘are you okay?’
‘i’m okay. i’m… can you come over?’
‘…to yours?’
‘or— or i can go to yours, i just— i wanna see you.’
‘you do?’
‘i wanna… i wanna kiss you.’
‘fuck. fuck, fuck, ow, okay, i’m—‘
‘what just happened?’
‘i fell off my bed, i’m fine, i can be there in a few minutes.’
‘are you sure?’
‘holy shit, steve, yes, i’ll be right over.’
‘okay.’
‘okay.’
‘wait, eddie—’
‘yeah?’
‘…i love you.’
‘fuck. i love you too. i’ll be right there, stevie.’
‘okay.’
#kinda wanna do a part two but it would just be them making out#if anyone has a plot idea feel free to steal this#steddie#steddie brainrot#steddie blurb#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things blurb
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So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit
What IS that
With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series
Here we go:
- that is a fucking dog
- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???
- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO
- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned
- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha
- DONT YELL AT MCCOY
- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol
- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.
- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW
- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?
- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win
- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)
- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING
- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen
- uh oh the circuits
- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?
- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER
- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?
- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise
- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something
- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT
- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED
- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)
- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)
- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him
- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so
- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)
- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful
- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy
- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room
- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES
- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk
Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.
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jj w a corruption kink hasn't left my mind lately .... just imagine him getting w the "good girl" of obx (a literal angel) & obviously everyone's telling her that he's no good for her, she needs to find someone better, etc etc but she just can't get where they're coming from when he fucks her so good every night ???
ohhh ima make this a drabble but im kinda into this concept…kinda wanna expand on it mayhaps…
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everybody seemed to just constantly be in your business. left and right people were telling you they couldnt believe you let yourself get wrapped up with jj maybank of all people. you knew about his reputation, to say he ran through girls like a track meet would be an understatement, but he told you he only had eyes for you and he meant that. once he finally got his hands on you it was like nobody else wxisted. it was like nobody trusted you to think for yourself or make your own decisions. nobody trusted you except jj. anytime someone tried to steer you away from him it just drove you further into his arms, making sure to recount everything that was said to him.
you loved how he indulged your less than innocent desires— which just so happened to be what people warned you against. the first time you smoked weed was after you complained to him about your mom saying he reeked of it when he picked you up, pouting “i dont even know why she cares its not like I’m the one smoking.” that same night he dropped you back off higher than a fuckin kite. all the body mist in the world couldnt cover the pot smell.
he also wasnt allowed in your room without the door being open, which you thought was stupid and usess because that never stopped him. like now, he had a hand clasped over your mouth while he dug you out right in the line of sight of your kitchen.
“shh babydoll you gotta be quiet, unless you want your mom to see her baby girl getting slutted out right here.” he punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a high pitch whine out of you.
frantically you shake your head, not sure if its because you dont wanna be caught or dont want him to stop.
“nah i think you do, youre fuckin drownin me babe.” the loud squelch of your pussy just confirms his teasing, a creamy ring of your arousal sits at the thick base of his dick. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say im corrupting you. turned you into a little slut huh?”
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TCSM Characters As Vines
these are my personal opinions, i'd love to hear thoughts and y'alls vine opinions ty
Leland:
"Do you ever wake up or uh do something and youre just like what the fuck is goin on?"
"whats good dude you dont know me. you dont KNOW me"
Sonny:
"yeah lately i just haven't been able to think straight"
"is there anything better than pussy? yes, a rly good book"
Connie:
Woman yanking her hand away
"fuck this shit im out" (proceeds to use ability on gas station door)
Julie:
"Accept yourself. Love yourselfff"
"guac-amole, guac guac amole"
Ana:
"I love you, bitch. I ain't never gonna stop lovin you, biiiiitch"
"with the fuckin cow girl boots"
Maria:
"look at all those chickens"
maria when she stops to take a pic of a rabbit
Johnny:
"we all die you either kill urself or get killed"
"bitch i hope the fuck you do"
Sissy:
"when there's too much drama at school, all you gotta do is"
"I'll be your freestyle dance teacher"
Hitchhiker:
"that was legitneth"
"this is why mom doesnt FUCKING love you"
Cook:
"there is only one thing worse than a rapist" "a child."
disappointed dad vine
Leatherface:
"go away. go awayyy"
"i like ur accent, where you from?"
EXTRAS:
Sissy & Johnny: "shut the fuck up (sung)"
Anyone @ leland and sonny: "omg they were roommates"
Leland's linebackering victims: "awh fuck, i cant believe you've done this"
the entire family when bone shivs exist: "lemme see what you have" "a knife"
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