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a-single-tulip · 7 months

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For the oc ship game...

Dr. Cais Varru x Shaak Ti

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Dr. Waylon Vrand x Din Djarin

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Ohohohohoho, those are some good ones

Fair warning, I definitely did more than just five little headcanons because I had way too much fun with this and got suuuuuper carried away lmao

Dr. Cais Varru

Alright, for context for those who don't know Cais because I rarely talk about my OCs and oughtta make a post for them, he's my Zabrak therapist OC who practices on Coruscant, with a lot of his clients actually being clone troopers once the war started.

So, he and Shaak Ti likely would've met due to Shaak Ti hearing about him from clone troopers who still kept in touch with her, and it would've piqued her interest to hear about someone who seems to care a lot about the clones just as she does. Someone who is actually helping them work through their inner struggles. So the next time she finds herself on Coruscant, she decides to meet him herself. Upon meeting him, what actually surprises her is the feeling he gives off, one of complete cool, but also warmth at the same time. Like the way a breeze feels in the spring as the sun hits your skin.

It's after that first meeting that neither of them can seem to get the other off their mind. That leads to them finding excuses to speak to one another, and nobody really bats an eye at it. After all, a lot of Cais' clients are clones, and Shaak Ti works closely with clones, so of course she would want to be involved in something like their mental health. The clones know better though, they can clearly see it, the way the two of them stare at each other.

The way Shaak Ti will softly laugh at something Cais said, touching him on the arm, and the way he just smiles at her with a shimmer in his eye. They know that they have to do something to set them up. A few of them, along with the help of some of Cais' friends, manage to set them up on a dinner date. They are both quite surprised, and a little embarrassed, to see that they've been tricked. No wanting to waste such a nice thing that was done for them though, they end up spending the evening together and having a nice time.

Once they do actually settle into a relationship thought, thanks to the clones in their life, it's something that at first not many are even aware of. They both have their jobs first and foremost, and know exactly how to remain professional when in such a setting, along with how to remain focused on their responsibilities.

These two like-minded individuals though have a pretty nice balance when it comes down to their work lives and personal lives. Shaak Ti ends up spending plenty of limited her free time going to visit Cais at his apartment, and whenever they're away she ends up comming him when she can as well. Spending time with him at his apartment typically leads to some cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.

There are parts of Cais that Shaak Ti does learn about, something he tells her at the very start of their relationship because he wants to clarify if she doesn't mind those parts of him.

For one, while it isn't a deal breaker for him if she isn't into it, when it comes to being intimate with another person...he's not the most vanilla. He isn't ashamed of his interests in BDSM, but he wants to be honest with her regarding that sort of thing, and while she's never tried that sort of thing before...she finds herself willing to at least try it with him.

Something to note...Cais is about 6 ft 4, and a particular muscular guy, and it's once they get into this sort of bedroom play that Shaak Ti finds herself truly enamored by his domineering stature. She never thought she would be the type to be into the use of ropes or toys, and yet...Cais makes it quite exhilarating, experiencing something new.

And it wouldn't complete without some improper use of the force, so ofc she would end up using it to help him in getting off, a new experience for him that he finds to be nothing like he's ever experienced before with previous partners.

Something Shaak Ti likes most of all during this is how mindful Cais is of how she's feeling. Despite how dirty the whole ordeal is, with teeth sinking into her skin, nails raking along her thighs, and ropes keeping her from moving...he still looks up at her, flashing that sweet smile of his before asking if she's comfortable, if she needs anything, if she's enjoying herself.

She is definitely enjoying herself, and isn't afraid to let that be known with a few bites of her own.

Dirtiness aside, one of Cais' favorite things to do would be gently placing kisses up and along one of her lekku.

That perfect blend of being sweet and absolutely filthy.

Dr. Waylon Vrand

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Dr. Waylon Vrand is my medic OC who in his primary AU, actually works for the GAR. For the sake of him being paired with Din though, he'll be a doctor who still practices on his home planet of Dosuun! You heard right loves, we got ourselves a space cowboy here

I'd imagine that Din and Waylon likely would've first met on Dosuun, maybe with Din not only having to pick-up supplies, but also get an injury looked at after a job. That's when he first steps into the Vrand family practice where Waylon, his older brother, and his father all act as doctors for the village.

Din and Waylon both have pretty serious personalities on the surface with a sense of dry/sarcastic humor on the side, so it's funny to imagine them meeting and getting along fairly well once they get into talking while Waylon patches him up. Din is surprised to find himself able to actually speak with the young doctor in a way that doesn't feel forced, and Grogu doesn't seem to mind him either, especially since he ended up getting a lollipop from Waylon.

What they think is going to be a one-time meeting ends up with them, surprisingly enough, meeting each other once again off of Dosuun. Waylon reveals to Din that he's just been traveling, having always wanted to explore the galaxy and offer his services wherever they might be needed.

Grogu immediately tries to have a look in Waylon's bag as him and Din are talking, hoping to find any more lollipops, which earns an apology from the Mandalorian.

Waylon only offers that half-smile of his, telling him there's no harm to it before fishing around in his bag and handing a lollipop to the kid, earning a pleased babble in return.

Din doesn't know why he says it...maybe it's because of how nice he is with the kid, maybe it's because of how oddly comfortable he feels around him, but he asks if maybe he would want to possibly travel with them for a little bit.

The question surprises both Waylon and Grogu, who practically looks up at his dad in the most incredulous way.

He's pleased when Waylon agrees.

Din isn't exactly used to regularly traveling with someone other than the kid, so it takes so getting used to having someone else with him who can actually talk. Soon enough, he learns that he missed being able to have banter with someone who could actually keep up with sarcastic remarks of his own.

Waylon on the other hand finds himself intrigued by the pair, especially Din. Maybe it's a little bit to do with never seeing his face that's got some allure to it, but mostly he finds himself wanting to be around him when he can, whether it be sitting beside him when they're going over their supplies or finding himself standing just a little too close to him when they're out someone.

He doesn't know when it starts, but at some point his usual banter slowly shifts into bordering on flirtatious, because he's well aware of how much it gets a rise out of Din who will either sputter something out or lightly shove him away.

Hell, sometimes he'll even quickly press a kiss to the side of Din's helmet, which damn near makes the guy short-circuit. He doesn't know why he does it, he just...like doing it.

He's taken by surprise one day though when he has his back turned, going over some of his medical supplies when he hears Din walks up behind him. Nothing out of the ordinary, so he makes no move at first to turn around. Then...he hears the slide of something, a gasp suddenly leaving him at the sensation of a kiss suddenly being pressed to the back of his neck followed by what he now figures to be the sound of his helmet sliding back down.

Upon turning around, he's once again met with that all too familiar helmet, a blush creeping up his neck as he's left speechless and he can't help but wonder what Din's expression must be after that.

The only thing he gets after that is a, "Finally gotcha' back..." before Din turns around and walks away.

Things get muddled after that, and before they know it, without even really saying it out loud they've sort of settled into a rather affectionate relationship. Leaning into each other without even thinking about it, holding hands, holding on to each other's arms, and of course Waylon pressing kisses to Din's helmet along with Din sneaking a kiss to the back/side of Waylon's neck when he least expects it.

One of Din's favorite things though is catching moments where Waylon and Grogu are spending time together. It's the softest sight he's ever seen, with one such time being when Waylon was reading one of his medical books to Grogu as the kid sat in his lap, little hand pointing at pictures in the book while Waylon explained them to him.

That's probably when Din finds Waylon the most attractive, being so good with the kid.

The first time they're intimate with one another is a night that they somehow manage to get to themselves when Din makes a request of Waylon...asking him if he can kiss him properly, but not before placing a blindfold over his eyes.

He half-expects that to be a dealbreaker, mentally preparing himself, but he's surprised when Waylon complies. Upon him getting the blindfold fitted around his head, he sits there waiting patiently while Din swallows dryly, before gently taking him by the chin and bringing him in for a tender kiss.

What starts off as a gentle kiss soon after shifts to Waylon being pulled into Din's lap as they begin making out rather heatedly while yanking at each other's clothes, with Din ending up having to help Waylon maneuver out of his, what with his eyes being covered.

It's probably some of the most heated sex ever, because with his vision concealed, Waylon other senses are finely attuned to every other thing he's experiencing. Every single touch of his skin, the way he can feel Din's mouth suckle at his neck, kissing down his chest before making his way to his stomach...and then taking him into his mouth, grabbing a fistful of the Mandalorian's hair while crying out in ecstasy at the feeling of his mouth on him, and the way his facial hair scrapes along sensitive skin.

After that night, he definitely doesn't mind having blindfolded sex with him if it means feeling that good.

#ask game #tulip answers #OC: Dr. Cais Varru #OC: Dr. Waylon Vrand #star wars oc #shaak ti #din djarin #long post #smut

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humming-pokemon-helpers · 11 months

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I like the hybrid stuff! really makes me want to make my character find out they're a hybrid somehow

//i would sooooo love to see more hybrids around! i love my anons too (hybrid anon rollcall??? /hj) but i'd love to interact with others on their own content too :)

//i definitely oughtta do more with it too, it's just fun :D

#ask vanilla #//ooc ask

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bigbrainkatrina · 11 months

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Check the Name - a Kim Possible fanfic

“Besides, I am an evil genius, I can work out the — what are you doing?”

Without a word, Kim input a password that immediately opened the door. Drakken’s jaw dropped as she rested her knuckles against her hips. “Coco Moo?” she chided.

Drakken bit his tongue and walked into the next room, grumbling all the kids-these-days and why-I-oughttas. Kim strutted into the room to find it nearly empty, the dusty cavern only home to a refrigerator and a rusty Li’l Diablos toy, left over from the invasion one year back.

“Surprised?” Drakken asked with glee, immediately heading to the fridge.

“Not really, I figured this would be the last one,” Kim sighed. “You really should of given this back to Global Justice.”

“Along with my other toys?” he smirked.

“Fair enough,” she shot back.

“I really don’t see the point of all this.” Dr. Drakken grumbled as he lead Kimberly Ann Possible down the cobwebb lined hallways to one of his many defunct lairs. Not braving to make eye contact with the girl, he insisted on throwing his deep villainous voice down the halls. He may not have rolled with the baddies anymore, but that didn’t mean he needed to be nice to the gal who strong-armed that transition into him. “You’ve proven many times over to me Kimberly Ann that you really are all that.” “Uh huh, tell me more about myself,” Kim grinned sharply, dressed in a tight black tank-top and gray cargo shorts, hair tied back into a ponytail, bangs pinned back. Her well-toned arms glistened with far more sweat than Brick Flagg ever gathered from playing football. To reach the bad doctor’s lair, Kim opted to scale the entire cliff face without any assistant from volunteer drivers or even Wade’s ahead-of-its-time equipment. This visit was off-the-books from Team Possible, so she needed it to be lowkey as possible, and of course she was never one to scoff at a challenge. “Ugh,” Drakken rolled his eyes, voice raising into a shrill register that had previously been reserved only for Shego. “Your generation is so self-obsessed. It’s just me! me! me! all the time.” “Yep, sounds about right,” Kim sighed. The first few times they engaged in the art of long-form banter, she quickly understood why Shego had stuck by ol’ Drew Lipsky’s side for so long; it was fun to get a rise out of him. But then after some time, it became draining and she understood why she vanished without a trace after the Lowardian Invasion. “Why back in my day,” Drakken gestured towards himself, still not looking back to Kim, which was good because she was checking her messages on the Kimmunicator. One from Ron and one from Wade. Ron [8:42PM] Hey, KP. It’s pretty late, you planning on turning in tonight?

Wade [5:18PM] Kim, you know how I feel about you going off the grid like this. “Ooooooh, you’re on your phone now?!” Drakken snapped, tired eyes finally falling onto her. He plucked the Kimmunicator from her hands and dropped it into his lab-coat. “Not on my time Possible.” She smirked. It was for the best, and he knew that as much as she did. “So how was the memoir writing today?” Drakken’s sneer fluttered into an excitable grin. “Ooh! Today I was hot! I did a whole chapter on the time I used Time Travel to become The Supreme One and take over the world!” “Yeah — pretty sure that never happened.” Drakken waved his finger in the air, stopping right before a three foot thick steel door, “Nyaaah! You wouldn’t remember — it was time travel after all” He crossed his arms defiantly. “Riiiiight,” Kim drawled, strutting past Drakken and over to the console. “Besides, I am an evil genius, I can work out the — what are you doing?” Without a word, Kim input a password that immediately opened the door. Drakken’s jaw dropped as she rested her knuckles against her hips. “Coco Moo?” she chided. Drakken bit his tongue and walked into the next room, grumbling all the kids-these-days and why-I-oughttas. Kim strutted into the room to find it nearly empty, the dusty cavern only home to a refrigerator and a rusty Li’l Diablos toy, left over from the invasion one year back. “Surprised?” Drakken asked with glee, immediately heading to the fridge. “Not really, I figured this would be the last one,” Kim sighed. “You really should of given this back to Global Justice.” “Along with my other toys?” he smirked. “Fair enough,” she shot back. This had been going on for a month now. The week before was an entire army of Bebe-Bots. The week before that was a surprisingly effective combination of the Ron-Man muscle ring, his world saving plant cocotion, Brainwashing Shampoo, and the Attitudinator. And the week before that was the Pans-Dimensional-Vortex-Inducer which Drakken couldn’t figure out how to work it so Kim ended up just ghostwriting a chapter of It was a Tuesday.... Aside from those, every other outsourced invention had been returned to its original owner. The handful of original Drakken-opuses were donated to Global Justice. It was part of his deal with GJ to stay out of prison. Kim, being GJ’s summer intern, was tasked with weekly check-ins to make sure the Bad Doctor was holding to his word. “Go ahead, knock yourself out,” Drakken smirked, immediately diving to rummage through the fridge. The little yellow eyes of the toy glowed and within seconds Kim went from needing to squint to stepping out of the monstrosity’s shadow. The Diablos quickly raised its claw and fired off a laser at Kim. Grinning, Kim vaulted backwards just in time to watch the green light smash bits of cement across the room. “It is set to non-lethal, right?” Kim raised an eyebrow. “Ooooh,” Drakken practically fluttered, despite the loose flap of swiss cheese in his mouth and the tightly lidded pickle jar nearly slipping out of his grip. “Guy tries to take over the world for three years and you still can’t let it go!” “Sure,” Kim drawled, somersaulting away from another beam. “Well call me over if you need help with Operation Gherkin over there.” “Ooh! The mouth on you!” A lot had changed in the past month, so it was relaxing to have some familiarity locked in with someone. Her muscles pulled taut as she flipped around the room, only able to navigate the perimeter. Had Ron been at her side, this would have been an easy takedown, but he wasn’t there; she needed him not to be.

“You really think I’m ready KP?” Kim entered the bedroom expecting to see Ron tapped out for the night, but instead found him still in street clothes, sitting on the bedside. “I mean, I’ve gone solo before, but this is — ” he rubbed his wrist. “ — different.” “Of course you are, Ron. You’ve always been ready,” she grinned, squeezing his hand and she could feel the immediate release of tension. Ron rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just kind of a bummer that — ya know — me fulfilling my potential and everything also means —” “Trust me, I know.”

Kim’s body roared for relief as she vaulted away from beam after beam, but to stop would mean getting nailed by the scathing energy and this bot was showing no signs of stopping, which meant she couldn’t either. But to evade every blast was realistically going to wear her out. She was only human. Unlike her Mystical Monkey Power Master boyfriend, and if Ron was there in her place, the battle would be over in seconds. Kim grimaced, knowing that the only way to get out of this was to let go of her fear and learn a harsh lesson in how to take a hit. Kim ducked inward, bee-lining for the center where the Li’l Diablos soullessly stared back at her. She saw the green glow ignite on the claw and leapt into the air, just in time for the laser to nail her in the back. Her chest heaved as her hands braced herself for impact with the floor. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and darted ahead, finally able to slip past the fire of the Diablos. As it lowered its claw to line up the best shot, Kim was just skimming ahead. She nearly collapsed from exhaustion when she reached the leg of the Diablos, leaning against the steel for support. The robot twisted in a circle, cannon pointed down as she danced with its movements, again staying out of range. Finally, she could think straight. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, briefly acknowledging the searing pain in her back. She was so not looking forward to having to clean up the wounds later. Wounds that would need to be kept private from Ron. “Hey Drakken!” Kim cried out, “What?” he snapped, pickle jar still wedged between his arm, an almost finished sandwich dangling from his mouth. “Hold that pose,” Kim smirked, kicking off one of her combat boots. Drakken raised an eyebrow as he tried to put two and two together, but by the time he figured it out, Kim’s plan was already in motion. Carefully lining up the shot, Kim tossed her boot into the air and the Li’l Diablos’s cannon swung up and fired a beam, incinerating the poor shoe. But the beam showed no signs of stopping and flew across the room, striking the lid of Drakken’s pickle jar, and bounced back, destroying the cannon in one earth shattering kaboom. She let out a very tangible sigh of relief; strategy like that before was only something that came out of Ron’s buffoonery, but now she was doing it in her own little solo act. And with that the game was finally on. She didn’t want to let her nerves get her so with nary a thought, she rolled out from under the robot, turning on her heel and flipped backwards, just barely avoiding a quick swing from the now smoking Diablos. She landed with her feet firmly planted, teeth ground so tightly together that she needed to remember to loosen her jaw, or she’d wake up the next day with a head ache. Drakken leaned back against the fridge, forgoing the pickles, because he was about to see quite the show. Kim pounced forward, ducking below another swing, and then flipped into the air, successfully landing on the Diablos’ arm in a move that by the way — won the cheer regionals. Rearing back, she wrapped her gloved hands firmly around the steel lining as it attempted to throw her off, and in a brief lapse from the bot, she launched herself once again into the air and onto the helm. Briefly, this was a victorious moment but then she remembered that she actually had no idea how she was going to take this thing down. Unlike before, there was no big radio tower to destroy which meant — She cringed. Looking down, she saw a tiny hole at the top of the helm that was the size of say — a naked mole rat. But without any weapons, her best bet at the moment was to maybe aggressively shove a hair tie down there, but that was dumb. “It is this, right?” she asked Drakken with a dumbfounded expression. He nodded back solemnly. “Well, happy birthday to — ” Before she could finish, the Diablos managed to wriggle her off the top and while she was still mid-air, before she could have the dignity of ground level, the robot whirled around and spiked her straight into the cement. The claw ripped into her already scorched back and she tumbled against the floor, elbow arched dangerously over her shoulder as she glared up. She could feel the sting of blood seeping through her tank top and knew that she would need to construct quite a tale to explain this injury away to Ron, and he had already been surprisingly skeptical. She leered up at this monstrosity towering over her and easily imagined Drakken reaching for the remote to end the fight. “Don’t you dare,” she shouted in a steady voice. “You — Kimberly Ann — I wasn’t thinking!” he sputtered, “You can’t beat this thing on your own — it’s impossible!” “Yeah?” Kim grinned. “Well check the name.” She could do anything; it was her tagline, and while it was an exaggeration far from the truth, it made her feel sick to her stomach to pale before the mission. The Diablos didn’t hesitate in stabbing straight ahead, Kim narrowly avoiding the jab by stumbling to the side. Before the claw retracted, she leapt forward and grabbed onto the claw and once again found herself on top the bot. She couldn’t give up now; no way no how. And she leaped off the claw and over to the still smoldering cannon, and reaching her hands into the ashy mess and before long, she found herself pulling HARD on a rusted pole that was left sticking out of the bot. Fortunately, the pole held her down as the robot rampaged around the room. She let up on her pull and focused more on her little rodeo show. Because to do anything else would kill her probably. She needed to see Ron that night. Yes, she was really, really late, but she couldn’t just not see his face. This was for him. For them really. Warhok was going to mount her as a trophy. She could have failed the entire world, but fortunately that was the same moment Ron stepped up his game. Warhok tossed her aside like a rag-doll, eager for an actual challenge she couldn’t provide. Yes, she had saved Ron’s life many times before and he was so due for one, but that didn’t make this any easier. She really hoped he would understand, and in a one second long lapse of swinging from the Diablo, the pain crawled back in fast, and she pounced one final time back to the top of the robot and with perfect precision, she jammed that pole down that stupid robot’s Empire styled thermal exhaust port. She could audibly hear the behemoth shutting down before it collapsed onto the ground below. Body now screaming for a hot bath and some tender self-care, she was once again leaning against the pole, this time unable to stand. “Wow, that was pretty good I gotta say, Doc,” Kim heaved but Drakken didn’t seem impressed. If anything, he looked more nervous than anything. Kim narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me there’s mor—” And then her head was sent throbbing by a very well-aimed kicked to her temple. Somehow a foot had slipped through that tiny hole, knocked away the pole, and connected with her face. She rocked backwards and fell off the bot and flat on her back to find herself staring up at the ominous figure of the alleged pilot of the Diablo — “Hello Kim,” he said in his crisp preppy voice. “You remember me right? Your boyfriend? Eric?” Kim’s eyes immediately dug deep into Drakken’s soul. “No, sorry, I’d rather call you Synthrone 901,” she said more to the room than anyone in it. “Also what? He was alive?” “I — uh — ” Drakken had to put his sandwich down for this. “Reinvented him? Thought it’d be good for your fighter’s spirit? Heh?” Kim rolled her eyes from the bad doctor over to Eric. “Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t do it earlier,” she admitted. “Good plot, Doc.” Eric dropped down to the floor, arms raised and ready to brawl. “So you’re dating that loser now, huh?” “Yeah. He actually saved the world.” Eric’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over to Drakken for confirmation, but before he could — “Your dad saved the world too,” Kim’s smile nearly cracked her face in two and Eric shook his head and as Drakken tried to object, he got sentenced with a deathly Talk to the hand, a childish move that would’ve made anyone shake their hand in second-hand embarrassment. Anyone but Drew Lipsky. You know what they say though: like father like son. “So Kim, you’re fighting old enemies to make up for your humiliating defeat at the hands of the Lowardians?” Eric cocked his head. “Interesting.” “No, I’m doing it for me,” she growled, leaning back on her heel. “And I could say the same for you.” Eric’s brow furrowed and she wondered how on earth she could have ever been attracted to this scumbag. “Yes, I guess I am,” his voice was ice cold. “But I didn’t want this. I’m not real, I don’t feel desire towards — anyone really. Says a lot about you though. About what depths you’ll sink to.” Kim grimaced. “You fell for me hook, line, and sinker,” Eric’s pretty boy allure became distorted in the building rage lines on his contorted face, like Dorian Gray finally morphing into his his horrific portrait. “And then, so broken hearted by little ol’ me, you rebound to that loser and now you’re torturing him with our lies.” Kim screamed and despite her burning joints, somersaulted towards Eric and crashed both fists right his big dumb charming head. He doubled back and looked up to her with a deathly glint in those black eyes and just like he had done to Ron that night one year ago, he twisted his skull back into shape. “Oh you don’t have a chance against me Kim, not like this,” and he grabbed the pole Kim used to shut down the Diablos, and slammed into her jaw, sending her crumpling to the floor. She wiped the blood from her mouth and stood tall before him. “I will stop you,” but she wasn’t so sure about that yet. No tools, her only weapons her body, but her flesh was blunt and no good against a Synthodrone. “Drakken, I think you overdid this one a little.” “Overcompensating more like it,” Eric’s brilliant teeth. “He’s been so mad about his complete failure to kill you that — ” “Not kill! I’d never!” Drakken declared. “I just didn’t think — ” “You didn’t. And now a broken Kim Possible needs to take me on or die. You scared?” His high voice was once endearing, but in this moment it was the stuff of nightmares. Eric was one of her most ruthless enemies yet; he had no compassion for human life and was fully willing to get inside Kim Possible’s little high school head and — break her. “No.” Kim snarked and spun on her heel, swinging a punch at Eric’s head, cracking his cranium so hard that it doubled over his neck, and with it came the same disturbing retraction as his body contorted back into shape. He swung his leg clean into her job, sending her spiraling away. He then lunged forward, gripped her by the underarms, and ran his knee into her back. “You thought you were all that Kim Possible,” he hissed. “But you’re not not!” “You even talk like him,” Kim groaned through the pain, trying to wrench herself away from Eric, her footwork throwing the two into a sort of dance; much like Prom. The boy had so few memories to him, it made sense that he was so eerily close to rekindling that old passion. Her knees felt weak. “Do you think what you’re doing is healthy, Kim?” Eric chided, kicking her in the back, sending her face-first into the floor. Before she could response, he crunched his foot against her spine, holding her firmly into the dust. “You’ve been upstaged by a buffoon — face it. The world doesn’t need you anymore.” Kim looked over to Drakken; he hadn’t even touched his ham and cheese sandwich he was so concerned. “You must have such an ego to do all this just to hold the spotlight on you a little longer,” Eric chortled, lips just touching her ear. She could smell the stench of his inner syntho-goo. “Why not just give up? Face the facts. You did your part to save the world; you created Ron Stoppable.” Her face flushed with both shame and rage. It had been so easy to zero her ego when working along someone like Ron, a humble guy who longed for the simple things in life. But now that he was a titan everyone was running scared from? Her foot twisted from Eric’s hold and nailed him in the chin. She rolled out from under him, and flipped off the floor and back to her feet. Eric looked back up to her with the same cocky expression, slowly rising back up. “You can’t stop me, Kim,” Eric laughed. “You’ll never stop anyone again.” And before she could strategize, he charged at her again in an onslaught that only pushed her back and drained more of her energy. Meanwhile, he showed no signs of stopping. If Ron were there, he would work some monkey magic and plow his fist so hard into Eric that it would break that stupid suit, and with his hand plugged into the monster’s torso, he would ignite his magic and burn away all the Syntho-Goo. It’d be over in seconds. Even Rufus would fair better than Kim. He would just bite into the man once and he would be ruined. But Kim didn’t have magic or any of it. She only had her body, her wits, and her will. And nowadays, all that mattered was her will to keep going, to never give up. Kim didn’t tell Ron because she couldn’t stomach the failure, but it wasn’t her decision to split Team Possible and to send Ron on solo missions of a higher scale.

“Kim, we’re worried about you,” Betty Director said after one particularly rough outing in the Middle East. “You come back to us every time in serious need of hospitalization.” Kim looked at her blood-soaked abdomen she had hid from Ron long enough to get back to HQ. “I know.” “We’re going to have to separate you two,” Betty looked away. “I know that hurts, but you can’t keep up with him, and it’s holding him back.” Kim knew she was right and she choked back tears. When her eyes opened, she saw Betty looking right at her, hand resting on her knee. “He’s not your distraction any more than you are his muscle. Things change.”

And from then on, Ron was sent off on secret missions Kim couldn’t even know about, whereas she kept working against the usual baddies like Motor Ed, Dementor, and Duff Killigan. But the fun that went into those battles was gone and it felt more like she was going through the motions than anything else. Kim growled and wrapped her legs around Eric’s waist, grabbing his head again and twisting it so hard that once again his neck snapped. As his arms tried to tear her off him, she kept twisting the head until the neck was thin enough to fit into her palm of her hand. She gnashed her teeth in delight as his smooth skin twisted and knotting under her rough fingers. She pressed tightly, draining the syntho-goo from his head and pushing it past the knot. Not pleasant to look at, but it let her drag his writhing hand up to the rope-like appendage she molded his head into, and in one swoop, she knotted the two together and let go of him. Eric roared, trying to untie himself but to no avail. He couldn’t see anything with his head bent so uncomfortably behind him. She watched, goosebumps sizzling over her body, as his chest and lower body ballooned with the new flow of syntho-go. “I’m going to kill you, Kim,” he said in a cold voice. “No. You won’t.” And she drove her foot into the chest, into this influx of goo, and because of the fluctuating pressure in his body, she popped him. A massive hole ripped into his chest and he moaned as he hobbled towards her before collapsing on the floor just like he did one year ago. It was silent for some time. “Wow,” Drakken finally let out, shoving the sandwich into his mouth. “Thanks, Doc,” Kim sighed, walking up to Drakken and unexpectedly giving him a hug. “You know, I was really worried about your memoir. But you’re pretty good with dialog.” Drakken raised an eyebrow. Kim smiled. “C’mon, you’re not going to try to convince me that you didn’t write what Eric just said, yeah?” Drakken rolled his eyes, but she saw a purple hue come into his high cheekbones. “Yeah, I — I thought it’d be good for you to hear that.” “It was,” although she didn’t want to admit that. “Guess it’s good he was the last one, huh?”

Drakken couldn’t think of anything to say so he just nodded. Kim couldn’t think of anything either, so instead she pulled the butter knife out from the mayonnaise jar and chopped Drakken’s beefy sandwich in two. “Hey! That’s mine!” Drakken sobbed. Kim gave him a stern look. “Drew you eat this whole thing and you’re going to start looking like DNAmy.” “What? With the gorilla hands?” he smirked. Kim rolled her eyes and reached for the pickle jar and ended Operation Gherkin with one flick of the wrist. She tossed the scorched lid to the floor and smacked some pickles onto her sandwich. Drakken could barely speak. “Thanks,” Kim said without making eye contact. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to you but — ” She froze, trying to rearrange the words so they wouldn’t too mushy for her former nemesis. “Kimberly Ann,” Drakken decreed, setting the sandwich down. “You’re like a daughter to me. You don’t have to say it.” “Thanks,” she quickly snipped before biting the sandwich. “I hate to admit to being a snoop but I looked at your beep-mes — ” Drakken started. “ — text messages,” Kim corrected softly. “Mm — that’s such a literal name for them, you kids have no imagination,” he frowned. “But I saw the text message from whatshisname and wanted to let you know that they’re letting me keep the hovercraft if you want a ride back home so you can see him tonight.” Kim had to stop her automatic refusal so she could listen to her body. She hadn’t been this tired since her under-aged self pushed a very little girl to the limits to start up Team Possible. She looked up to Drakken with a wry smile. “I have an idea.” Drakken blinked. “Kimberly Ann — haven’t you — ” She pressed a finger to his lips. “After I finish my internship, I want to break ties with GJ. I like freelancing more. It’s not going to be a popular decision, but it’s happening and — we might lose some contacts.” Drakken didn’t quite understand. “Which is bad because our operation has expanded and — uh,” Kim cocked her head. “Wade’s gonna need some help to keep up with everything.” “Ooooooooooh,” Drakken leaned back. “Are you sure?” “Yeah! I want your imagination,” Kim smiled and for the first time ever, Drakken noticed the lines in her face and how human she was. Her cheeks were straining to keep that smile afloat, otherwise she’d cry. “Deal,” Drakken shook Kim’s hand and then dove into the pickle jar. “Spankin’!” Kim chimed and chowed down on her sandwich. When they both wiped the mustard stains from their lips, Kim locked eyes with the bad doctor once again. “And as your first task with Team Possible, I would love for you to escort me home. Please and thank you.”

#kim possible fanfic #kim possible #dr. drakken #kim and drakken friendfic wowie

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sinisterexaggerator · 2 years

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How about the Duros bois reacting to their respective ladies accidentally calling them ‘daddy’ during sex? 😏

@kittycat-kai - Do not hate me! ;D I went with my instincts on Cad, then I couldn't get what @weirdlet said out of my head, so Suurgav just can't help himself.

"Harder, daddy!"

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT - NSFW 18+. Dirty talk, penis in vagina sex, two dongs in Cad's case, but no DP this time. Ass grabbing, humor.

Word count: 641

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Cad Bane had holstered one Durosian dick inside your twitching cunt. He rammed you without quarter, but you couldn’t get enough. The second of his cocks rested between your ass cheeks. He had smooshed them both together in a makeshift sheath.

His rawboned fingers dug into your rotund rump as he grit his fangs, one snaggletooth exposed in a display of near-to aggressive rapture. He loved the way your flesh jiggled as it bounced when he fucked you from behind. So soft and warm, round and fun to squeeze - he was near to a climax when you uttered two simple words: “Harder, daddy.”

Cad slowed his tempo; his brow ridge knitted inward as his forehead crinkled in mild disgust. He responded to you, his voice husky and lacquered with disdain. “No.”

“What?” you asked, somewhat frowning. You had thought that he might like that. You had bothered to take the risk, not assuming that he would mind.

“Ah said no.” He picked up his pace again, perhaps more so out of anger or agitation than because he truly wanted to. He groped you tighter as you bear down against the table – you had been bent over for quite some time.

You decided you liked this newfound combativeness; it only made him plow you without remorse. You tried again just to be a brat – not expecting what came next.

“That’s it, just like that, mm, daddy…”

Bane pulled right out of you. He rose and released his lock. He grabbed his hat from where it rested – he pushed it down atop his head and zipped his pants up.

“B-Bane?” you stuttered out as you rose to your full height. He didn’t say a word. He walked right out your door - it slammed closed and he was gone.

You pouted. You wondered if your short romance was over, for you knew the bounty hunter was one to hold a grudge – you should have listened to him.

***

You had been feeling frisky; you had managed to coax a Duros to your quarters. Now Shriv Suurgav was nestled into your warm mammalian vagina as he held you up in his big, strong arms against the wall.

You hadn’t made it to the bed; it was just as well. You were so enthralled with him you would take it anywhere.

His long, thin fingers grasped your ass as he used the muscles in his biceps to keep you held aloft. He was crooning in your ear, his soft breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Mm, harder daddy.” you cooed for him.

His rhythm slowed; he had paused, though he exuded a small sound that was reminiscent of a purr or a kind of rumble.

Shriv was new to all of this, but he would try his best. You nearly laughed at what he said.

“Oh, yeah?” he whispered to you, grinning from one side of his long face to the other. He spoke salaciously, his throaty voice taking on notes of an almost casual seduction.

“Why don’t you clean your room, you dirty girl…”

You choked; you couldn’t help it. He continued, not letting your reaction stop him.

“You’re terrible, filthy, I oughtta sspank you for being so naughty …”

“OK, no, stop.” You sputtered with a laugh. Instead of letting it bruise his ego, he went farther with it.

“Gonna make you finish all that homework … and you’re gonna do the dishes too while you’re at it.” He jerked his hips; you let out an abject mewl.

“And don’t forget dinner’s at 7 sharp.” he snidely reminded you. “-you’re the main course so don’t be late, sweetheart.”

Your arousal had almost left you, but somehow Suurgav had made that hot. You kissed him full flush on the mouth to finally shut him up.

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Masterlist

#Cad Bane #Shriv Suurgav #Cad Bane x You #Cad Bane x Reader #Shriv Suurgav x You #Shriv Suurgav x Reader #Duros #Star wars #Star Wars Smut #Bad Batch #book of boba fett #Clone Wars #Battlefront 2 #Star Wars Battlefront 2 #Resistance Reborn #my writing

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roleplaying-dirt-pile · 2 years

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Continued from @no-silent-nights-here

Rudy smirked at Asgore’s joke. “If I didn’t know better, you’re threatening me with a good time!” he returned the wink as his beloved rested himself beneath him. Their little moments of humor, the laughter, interspersed by hummed breaths and quiet moans, was exactly how the reindeer loved in sharing intimacy. After nights of fantasizing just how a night like this could be... ... finally. Finally! -- he can make it a reality.

Asgore’s reaction to the slightest stimulation to his nubs flooded Rudy’s own brain -- and another certain part -- with more heat. It was like a shot of adrenaline; who ever thought that such a small reaction could bring such a rush of excitement? The moment jarred when Asgore asked his question.

Hold on... has this man doubting his own sexiness? This broad-shouldered, hirsute hunk of a man who was as powerful as an ox, yet soft as a pillow?? A husky laugh rippled through Rudy until it released into lighter peals. His tail, once sticking out straight in concentration a minute ago, gave way to a carefree wiggle.

“Of course, stupid. Look at you!” he chortled as if the answer was obvious. Perhaps, Rudy could have reassured him better hadn’t his brain been tickled a moment ago! He could have told him just how gorgeous he looked under the steady glow of his red nose. How the way the Boss Monster’s longing gaze made Rudy desire him more. After all, that was the goal of the night was: to show Gorey how much he meant to the reindeer.

Rudy’s left hand slipped away from Asgore’s chest and traced along his powerful arms to rest in his larger palm. Their fingers intertwined. The poor big guy... did he really feel that way about himself? “You’re more than just sexy.” His eyes softened while staring at him. “You’re the whole package!”

He really was. There was no other man Rudy would trust his life with than Asgore. When all was said and done, his sexiness was just the icing on the cake. It was his whole being -- both inside and out -- that Rudy was drawn to the most. Long before they became more than friends.

“So~” Rudy chimed playfully. That little ‘recent success’ motivated Rudy to bring the moment to a new height. “Now, where did that cute little nub of yours go~?” Fingers from his free hand ruffled through the fur on Gorey’s broad chest before finding its way to the tuft of hair covering a nipple. His warm breath greeted the newly exposed pinkness.

“Looks like candy. Wanna taste...” His roguish grin returned. He pressed his mouth against the plug, his eye contact with Gorey immovable. The kiss turned into small tongue flicks as a playful hum reverberated from his throat. The intertwined fingers squeezed Asgore’s hand as he felt the lovely sounds and movements from the man underneath him. That oughtta stir an even bigger fire of his own...

Asgore could never not smile with Rudy around. Rudy made even the most exciting, most high-strung, most painful, most fun sort of things so casual, so enjoyable, so palatable. One could argue it was may have thrown out the mood, but it was just who Rudy was. Asgore knew that better than almost anyone.

He sat there for a moment, relishing the moment as Rudy dragged his fingers across his body. Having fingers being dragged across one’s form that wasn’t your own was most certainly a heart-pounding experience. As Rudy complimented his body as he touched, the Boss Monster couldn’t help but look down at himself. In this position, it was a bit difficult to see past his larger pecs and stout stomach, sprinkled in wiry blonde hair. So he soon looked pack up to Rudy, whose fuzzy body softened and brightened the room. It was Asgore who could see the flecks of white beginning to take root in their hair, and it was Asgore who wanted Rudy to enjoy every little bit of that.

“You’re such a sweetcake, Rudy.” Asgore spoke something amusing and sweet in such a plain manner that it was likely hard for the Reindeer not to chortle again. And Asgore would laugh a little with him, his body shaking underneath.

Ah...but now Rudy was getting serious. Letting out a breathy groan as Rudy licked his large man, he grumbled. Before Rudy could think he did something out of line, Asgore inhaled through his nostrils, his trimmed facial hair fluttering a bit as he did so, eyes rolling back a bit, his words labored.

“I’m, ha, I’m....not used to, this, Rudy. Getting affection, hmmgh, there, it’s been...”

Another gentle moan.

Clearly, Asgore was enjoying this, and Rudy could just barely feel a pulse around the blondie’s lower torso, just below the waist. Starting to get excited, but needing to be pushed much further despite his reactions.

“I want, ha, to make sure you’re having fun, Rudy. What do you...hahhh, want me to do?”

#I struggled a little in describing rudy's body since I'm not entirely sure of things like hair and build aside from they have a little bit #of a dad bod

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starburstgalexies · 2 years

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girlicule 37

kiss prompt 37: without a motive (963 words, canonverse/compliant for any universe)

Prompts are still open.

(girlycule is gina/susa/rei/maria if anyone's wondering)

Probably gonna put this on ao3 too, even though it didn't hit 4-digit word count.

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When Maria’s lips touch hers, Susato is oddly serene. She notes how cold her lips are - she vaguely remembers a discussion regarding anemia, and wonders if Maria ails from it, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it suits her; not in a manner which it’s disheartening or dreadful, but refreshing like swimming in the ocean perhaps a bit too early in the summer.

Maria only presses against Susato for three seconds, and it only occurs to her to be surprised after catching Rei’s blushing cheeks and Gina’s dropped jaw. When she inhales, she realizes her heartbeat did quicken after all, but for the most part, it had felt right to have Maria kiss her, as sudden as it was. As though that was the only thing in that moment that was supposed to happen.

“H- Oi!” Gina has to clear her throat to find her voice, and when she does, she hollers, nails digging into Maria’s arm through her lab coat. “Wot’d you do that for?”

“I wanted to see what it would feel like,” Maria says, absolutely devoid of any lilt that would suggest emotion. “I have conducted an experiment. I have found the findings satisfactory.”

“Ya- Y’cannae jus’ grab any lass that you fancy and plant a big ol’ smooch on her face cuz y’wanted!”

“Why not?”

“Cos- Because I-”

Just like that, Maria is kissing Gina this time, pristine yet firm fingers holding her jaw, and Susato inhales sharply. It is a horrifyingly appetizing sight, like watching the moon devour the sun, and instead of mourning your world crumble around you, you find yourself desire it, to stand still and have the catastrophe engulf you.

It is just too beautiful to not allow it to happen.

As unceremoniously as before, Maria pulls back, and Gina is gasping, her cheeks dusted a wonderful pink that (somehow) makes her blond hair appear with a strawberry hue. “Y- Y-” She is wheezing, and instead of concern, Susato feels… satisfaction. She wishes Maria would do more, she wishes she could help unravel the young inspector further until she can’t form her next words. “Ya can’t- I oughtta arrest you for- for assault, for-”

“Why not, detective?” Maria repeats. “You are yet to provide a reason why I cannot conduct a small, harmless experiment to satiate my curiosity.”

A touch on her shoulder startles Susato - she hadn’t realized Rei was already by her side, hiding her expression behind a sleeve but Susato knows exactly what gets her eyes so shiny. “Are you alright?” Rei asks, because she is sweet enough to be concerned about her even in this situation.

“I am. More than alright, in fact. I… might have shared the good doctor’s curiosity,” she confesses, because she can always be honest with Rei, her Rei. “I’m afraid I don’t have her sense of fulfillment quite yet, however.”

Rei reveals her face then, her smile calculated and scheming, but before she can speak her mind, they are startled out of their conversation by Gina’s exclamation - “‘s not a toy, y’know!” There are tears in her eyes, and perhaps Susato can start to worry now - has this experience not been as fun for Gina? “Yer weird bottles, even those corpses ya play with - they don’nae feelings- Ya can’t do these things without even asking!”

Silence falls upon them for a moment, before Susato sighs, fond. “Oh, you silly girl.”

Gina jumps in her spot. She meets Susato’s eyes, and her glare is indignant, suggesting anger is at least partially responsible for the color of her skin. “Wot’s silly about a girl defending her dignity?!”

“I am confused,” Maria interrupts. “I was under the impression that we were all on the same page.”

Exhaling slowly, Rei cradles Gina’s face in her palms. “So was I. Have we overestimated your capabilities, detective?”

Her playful tone has Susato almost melting into the desk behind her. The detective in question isn’t unaffected, either, stammering, but she is not pushing Rei away.

“We adore you,” Rei whispers into Gina’s lips. “Doctor Gorey is simply coming to terms with it in her own way. As for myself…” She leans in, slow and purposeful like she is sharing a secret. “I can’t say I don’t condone her methods.”

Despite everything, Susato still has enough wits to acknowledge that they might have been wrong. “We apologize if we made you uncomfortable, Gina,” she says, as gently as she can muster over the desire. “I meant it when I said I always thought of you in Japan. I thought you shared the sentiment, and that you were hesitant because I am engaged to Rei.”

Gina’s shoulders finally relax, and she puffs out a breath, her irritation irresistibly cute when her cheeks look like that. “Can’t just warn a girl can ya!” Susato watches Gina’s hand tentatively raise to Rei’s waist, and her heart stutters when it confidently holds Rei in place. “Just say how ya feel before divin’ in like-” Even Rei gasps with surprise when she is tugged forward, another hand catching her face just in time to meet Gina’s.

Susato could watch them kiss forever - that is, if she hadn’t noticed Maria through the corner of her eye, staring at the spectacle before them. Now, it wouldn’t do to exclude her, would it?

“This was not my intention,” she says when Susato approaches her. “I was only testing the sensation - if I can’t stand it, such a relationship could never work, could it?”

Susato catches her wrist, her hold loose enough to allow Maria an out if she wished. “You said your findings were satisfactory. I hope you have not changed your mind?”

Her answer is, once again, cold lips against hers, and this time, she feels warm enough to giggle against them.

#the girlycule #the great ace attorney #alex has typed #socialantleredrabbit #alex has answered

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shackleton2 · 2 years

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I need to learn more about making my profile not boring and sad but I want to share stuff more than I want to do that SO here's a flashback snippet from my post-WS fic I'm trying to figure out.

1943

“C’n I tell you a secret?” Bucky’s voice was slurred and soft as they stared at the dark ceiling. They were lying side by side after Bucky had stumbled in late, bragging about the girls while changing, and then slid into Steve’s bed with artful thoughtlessness.

Steve tried not to focus on the teetering, unreal feeling the question filled the space between them with. Infinite possibilities. He didn’t know what he wanted to hear or what he would even guess he was about to hear, he just knew it was Bucky’s last night and he was afraid.

“Course, Buck.” He didn’t turn to look at him and neither did Bucky. Secrets were easiest spoken to a dark ceiling or a night sky. They’d known that for a long time, they’d told each other a lot of secrets.

“I know I fight a lot. Well, you do,” Steve snorted, “and I get involved. Plus boxing. But. Well, ” Steve could hear him lick his lips, uncertain and confessional, “boxing, you know the other guy’s in it just as you are, for money or fun or whatever reason, even if it gets bloody, it’s not personal. And the fights you pick, even if you pick far too many of ‘m, they’re, they’re for good reasons every time. ‘N keeping assholes from beatin you to death in alleys is a good cause if I ever knew one. ‘S just…” he sighed and his voice was clear but he had to be pretty drunk to be talking this way and for there to be the quiver Steve heard in his exhale, “I never…wanted to hurt anyone. ‘N I still don’t, Stevie. An’ they act like that’s wrong, in boot camp, like we gotta be excited to kill these guys. I know we gotta do it, I know it’s right, but liking it… I don’t wanna do that, I don’t wanna be that. And these other guys are so— bloodthirsty, they talk like they’ll be havin a fuckin ball shooting and killing people. And they want me to be a sharpshooter, that’s not even a fair fight, that’s picking guys off who don’t even know you’re there, how’s—whassat gonna be—”

“Buck, listen.” And now they were turned to each other, Bucky’s eyes shining and face creased in distress in the dark. “I guess this war’s gonna turn a lot of us into…into killers.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the us that implied Steve was still determined to make it over there, but Steve soldiered on; he wasn’t sure what he was saying but lack of plan never stopped him before.

“There’s nothing wrong with being bothered by that. Nobody should want to kill another person. But it seems like they’re sending you over there and you’re gonna have to do it anyway, so listen. Hurting people’s never been who you are, Bucky, and it never will be, even if a whole lotta blood gets spilled in this war, and you’re right there in the thick of it.” Steve couldn’t bear to picture the things he was saying so confidently, but if he couldn’t be by his friend’s side he could at least try to give him something to hold onto with his measly words. “All that shit that comes with fighting, even killing, that’ll never define you, Bucky. You don’t hurt people. You protect ‘em. And that’s what you’re going over there to do, and that’s what you’ll be doing the whole time, even if it doesn’t feel like it. That’s who you are, and nobody could ever make you anything else.”

Bucky blinked. He looked a little thunderstruck.

“Hell of a speech, buddy. They oughtta put you in the pictures.” Then his eyes crinkled the way they did, and everything on his face was warmth. “You’re a real good pal to have, Steve,” and as he said it his hand laced with Steve’s quick and smooth as thought and squeezed it firmly, and his eyes were even shinier, and he would be gone in the morning and Steve could hardly remember Brooklyn without Bucky in it except that he had been real lonely there, and there wasn’t anything else to say or do but squeeze back and force a smile and the words,

“Well, good or bad you got me, Barnes. Till the end of the line.

…Now if we’re done bein sappy you’ve got a train in a few hours, and we ain’t gotta say some big goodbye cuz I ain’t your dame and I’ll be joining you before you know it.”

He felt a surge of thrilling resolve at the truth of his words, at the 1A stamp he had just gotten hours before that Bucky didn’t know about because Steve was really a skunk who kept secrets from his best friend the night before he shipped out. Bucky just humphed and rolled his eyes dramatically as he started to turn over. “Get some sleep.”

“Well maybe I would if you’d put a sock in it for once,” as they turned back to back.

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

In 2014, in another dark room, miles from Brooklyn, Steve Rogers put his head in his hands and sobbed.

------I don't really get down with comic canon but I DO get down with certain fantastic images in the comics. This is definitely inspired by this scene/page where Steve is reading the Winter Soldier file knowing it's Bucky and remembering him from the past:

#fic snippet #WS fanfiction #captain america #winter soldier #winter solider fanfiction #sad steve rogers #1940s #my fic

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closedcoffins · 1 year

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🌿 | for melvi :3c

“Oh, no. How dreadful. I seem to have stumbled into you in---” Melvi takes a very un-subtle glance above him at the festive plant hanging by a messily tied string from the doorway to what used to be a speakeasy area, before the last lingering effects of prohibition were wiped away completely--- “this particular doorway. What a travesty.”

A smile spreads across his face, the kind Melvi’s been told only appears there when he’s plotting something. Of course, the expression is purposeful this time. Luck would no doubt let Melvi kiss him and be done with it, but he should know by now that Melvi likes putting on airs, likes making a show of things.

Not that anyone else is around. Melvi wouldn’t be so bold if they were in danger of being run into by anyone but the people Luck already trusts enough not to care, of course.

It’s just the fun of the game. Playing coy, pretending it was an accident that this piece of mistletoe had been placed here ( actually, it wasn’t his doing, but he’ll continue to let Maria think her desperate attempts to find herself underneath it with one of the dancers the jazz hall employs are subtle ) and that he happened to run into luck under it... That’s all part of his fun. Pretending like it’s some evil scheme, when really---

--- He steps closer, the movement so fluid it’d be hard to even notice he was making it until the gap is already closed, until his hands have already found the collar of Luck’s suit and he’s already tugging Luck closer, lightly enough that he knows Luck could resist ( but he doesn’t, he never does, because he also likes to give in more than he’ll admit ). Then he kisses Luck, softly and slowly, the way Melvi himself secretly likes it but won’t say.

He’s not really a holiday person, but he supposes there are merits to the celebration. Traditions like this, for one---but he wonders if the warmth he feels with Luck in his arms is similar to the feeling most people describe when they talk about whatever traditions they might celebrate with the people they love in the month leading up to the New Year.

He’s still thinking about love when he pulls away, opening his eyes slowly, languidly, like the moment will be over the moment he can see again.

“Someone really oughtta move that thing. We wouldn’t want to run into eachother like this again.”

mistletoe. / accepting.

#muse: melvi dormentaire #c4rdsharp

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hey sexy! just stopping by to tell you that reading your feedback on "I'm At Home" the other day literally had me melted, all over the FLOOR. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 I can't tell you how hard I was cackling from happiness while reading it. I don't deserve youuuuuuuuuuu

anyway, just wanted to give you a huge THANK YOU. I ended up re-reading the whole fic myself over the last few days, and then i just now finished adding 5x more drama and angst and goodass soap opera shit to the sequel I'm writing for it, and honestly, thank you so much for kick-starting my motivation to write. I am not by any means done with "Abandon," but it's at a quiet spot for a second, and the next chapter is just a long beast of a thing (mostly because it shifts through everyone's pov at least once - kakashi's, rin's, obito's, and minato's, plus a new character, for one hot second, and it's taking me forever to make it sit right and be consistent). So anyway the revisions over there have been slow, and I didn't know I needed a break but I really needed a break, and I loved having a good reason to revisit "At Home" and write more for that one. i'll post the first chapter of the sequel pretty soon, i think. I've already finished most of the fic, at least all/most of the crying scenes, and the yelling-at-each-other scenes, and the talking-it-out scenes, and the lighthearted-banter scenes. Now I just have to finish writing the screaming-and-writhing-in-awful-terrible-pain scenes, which oughtta be fun!! (i almost always save those for last, like they're the writing dessert, omfg send help). plus the follow-up/aftercare scenes, where hopefully everybody gets bandaids who needs them, hopefully with disinfectant this timme rip, rin, i love you, but it's a lot more fun to write ShittyMedic!Obito

anyway, because it's me, you know there's gonna be a whole lot more angst, whump, and fleshwounds than is strictly necessary, but just fyi thanks to you and one particular small thing you mentioned in your comment, a lightbulb went off in my head earlier and so now there's also just one more extra notch of all that good stuff than is strictly necessary. after re-reading your comment, i wrote a new line into the sequel draft, re-read the line, and was just like: "yikes." poor kakashi rip haha.

ANYWAY! i love you very much for getting back to me within 5-7 business days! no promises but I will try to do the same with the next fic update 🥰😊

heyyyy!! once again i'm really glad to hear my comment made you so happy, it was such an insanely good read i couldn't resist. did you know i almost copied the whole thing into google docs? i thought i was going to exceed the comment character limit and i would have to post two comments instead of one, but honestly if i had you would've deserved both comments bc 'I'm At Home' is fucking stellar. 100/10. gonna be rereading this one.

dude im SOO excited for the sequel. i can't wait :D i can't wait for the update to Abandon either, i love to sit back after the day is over and see you've updated Abandon so i've got another chapter to read before bed. its like a bedtime story shittymedic!obito my BELOVED. honestly the scene in I'm At Home where he stitched kakashi's wounds and gagged and squealed the whole time was one of my favorites, partially just because of how over-the-top disgust was but also because even though he was so grossed out he still took care of kakashi's wounds. I love hearing these updates for both Abandon and I'm At Home!

"thanks to you and one particular small thing you mentioned in your comment, a lightbulb went off in my head earlier and so now there's also just one more extra notch of all that good stuff than is strictly necessary." < oh this pleases me greatly. this pleases me VERY MUCH. evil laughing rn

"i wrote a new line into the sequel draft, re-read the line, and was just like: "yikes."" < i CANNOT wait to find out what it is because my reaction will most likely also be 'yikes' and also *evil laughter*

don't push yourself too hard!! i can always wait for an update <3 but i am also looking forward to it!

#ard answers #always love seeing you in my ask box my friend #it makes my day #also been thinking abt writing an obito redemption fic #but if i did it might end up as long as Abandon #and long projects like that always intimidate me #poisoned at the roots was the first longfic w multiple chapters that i ever completed #but apprehension will get me no where perhaps i just need to jump right in

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thewittyphantom · 7 months

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The final Duel Links Tag Duel Cup, the SEVENS Cup, has arrived! Yuga is our partner, and teams included Yosh and Saburamen, Romin and Mimi, and Luke and Gavin.

Yuga: Whoa... A Rush Duel tag match? This is possible because Rush Duels and Goha Duels are the same at its core! This'll be my first-ever Tag Duel. I wonder if I'm ready...Oh! I'm Yuga Ohdo! Tag Duels is a new road for Rush Duels! How can I not be psyched! But what should we name it? Tag Rush Duels? Rush Tag Duels? Either one's fine! As long as we have fun!

Yosh: Hi, I'm Yosh! I'm really happy that i get to tag with you, Saburamen! Saburamen: As am I. I have heard that your favorite dish is frankfurter fettuccine. I myself have a passion for noodles! Let us work together and travel the Ramen Road! Yosh: Ramen Road? ...I get it! You're saying we should do what we love! Saburamen: Exactly! Just like Yuga, we have our own road to travel! (they lose) Saburamen: Forgive me. It is clear I have not been training as hard as I should... Yosh: No, it's my fault for not sticking to my strategy. Either way...My mom's not gonna make me frankfurter fettuccine anymore! Saburamen: What!? This is the greatest tragedy of all!

Romin: This is going to be my first Tag Duel ever. I'm a little nervous... Mimi: Don't stress, homeskillet! We'll be A-OK! We just gotta act and think like a team! I got us matching slap bracelets! Romin: Homeskillet? Slap bracelets? (they lose) Romin: Tag Duels are hard. I have to not only think about my strategy, but my partner's too. Mimi: You were thinking of me? That's so sweet! That's why you're da bomb! Romin: You're buggin'. How can I be the bomb when I lost? ..Huh. I think Mimi is rubbing off on me...

Luke: Get ready, Gavin! Let's show 'em that no one can beat Team President Luke! Gavin: Okay, Luke! ...Wait a moment. "Team President Luke?" Luke: You're the student council president, and I'm Luke. So I combined our names. Gavin: But it sounds like you're the student council president! Luke: That's all in your head. Besides, everyone knows I'm gonna be the president of the school eventually. Gavin: We both do NOT know that! I will never allow you to rule the school! (they lose) Luke: C'mon, bro! If you Duel like that, you don't deserve to be the Prez! Gavin: A Tag Duel and my student council president duties are two different topics! But it's true we lost. Luke: That's right. So you oughtta resign and let me take over. Gavin: Out of the question! Besides, we're a team! You lost too, Luke! Luke: Did you say something? Cuz I didn't hear ya. ...No, you don't need to repeat what you said!

Yuga: Now that I got a taste, I love Tag Rush Duels! Since it's based off of Rush Duels, whoever made this didn't have to write a whole new program. Hmm...Since we share a field, I'm left with more cards in my hand than usual...i should build a Deck specifically for Tag Duels by including more higher Level monsters... ...Oops! I was lost in my own world. I love thinking of new strategies! I can see Rush Duels growing in new ways I never expected! When I think of all the new possibilities, I get even more excited! Seeing your strategies, i could tell you Rush Duel a lot too! That makes me happy! What do you really think about Rush Duels? It's okay to be honest! I really want to know how everyone feels! Including Tag Rush Duels!

#yu gi oh #duel links #yu gi oh sevens #yuga ohdo #yosh imimi #saburamen #romin kassidy #mimi imimi #lucidien kallister #gavin sogetsu

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dcviated · 8 months

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@remunporium sent:

" Ugh.. those kids earlier pissed me off! " She fusses to Mizuki, arms crossed and cheeks puffy. One foray into one of their favorite hangout spots found it contested by a group of delinquents around their age. Thankfully, her little altercation with a group of troublemakers didn't end in blows, but it definitely involved some russian slurs that the kids didn't know what to make of - so they just made fun of her for it instead. It's a surprise Sirin showed enough restraint. But could anyone really blame her for WANTING to come to blows? " Where do they get off acting like they're so high and mighty like they own the place? I oughtta stick their heads in the ground like a bunch of ostriches.. " " I get I shouldn't, but I still really want to.. "

Mizuki is basically a veteran to these scenarios now. The altercation the two had escaped was just another notch in her bat- er, pipe. Long before (okay maybe a year or two) she befriended the other-worldly girl the precocious young lady had manifested layers of snark and silver edge to her tongue that would put down even grownups that would try to cross her path. Date, of course, being the prime target of her fuming wrath. Ironic then, that being around Sirin spurs her to doing what she can to dissuade confrontation through intimidation rather than chance it.

Is it because Sirin can and would use those powers of hers to do serious and unwanted damage to people and things around them? Well, yes, partly. Duh. But also because ending encounters through dialogue rather than fists made her look really cool and arguably even more intimidating than by just bringing out Sasha, her trusty metal pipe, and bringing the smackdown to those stupid gamers and tryhard bros that think two little girls are easy pickings for a tease. Fat chance!

“When it comes to jerks like that I don’t even wanna try to get into their heads. Ugh, you know it’d just be something gross or stupid anyway. We’re so much better than that. I’m just glad to be out. We can go back some other time, Sirin.” Oh the wish in Mizuki’s heart, for their paths to cross a can that could be swiftly kicked! If only to vent out some of the bubbling anger that simmered in her chest. Healthy outlet for that will have to be found elsewhere. This road's clean.

“Change of plans! It’s too early to eat, but I think there’s a card shop we can go to nearby if you wanna hang out there! We’ve still got a couple weeks until the next set comes out, but maybe they’ll have some neat singles. C’mon, if we keep walking in circles on the sidewalk we're gonna make a hole in the ground or something.”

#remunporium #remunporium :: sirin #muse :: mizuki #inbox :: answered ic #sirin making mizuki look responsible and mature

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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Lace and Silk

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Prison ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—boobjob (?), missionary, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 6.2k

❧ Requested by @ttoxicwastte (Tumblr is stupid and wouldn't let me tag you, sorry!)

❧ Summary: A drunken conversation with Maggie leads to a plan to surprise your respective mates, with lingerie, no less.

❧ A/N: Oh, man... I had fun with this. I will also now be tagging all my Daryl smut with #BigDickDaryl solely because I find it funny.

You firmly believed that Maggie was a bad influence on you.

Whenever the two of you were left to your own devices, there was trouble afoot, but it was so much fun.

One night, you’d had a few two many glasses of wine in her cell, and Daryl and Glenn were out on a big scavenging trip so there wasn’t much else to do but gossip about the other inhabitants of the once abandoned prison.

“I heard Clint is screwing Sheila,” she said before taking a sip of her red wine, the two of you sitting cross-legged on the cell floor with your backs against the bed.

“No!” you said. “Isn’t she with… um, what’s his name… Jeff?”

She nodded her head. “Mhm. And get this, Sheila’s been flirting with Eliot and Lyle, too. And those guys are both married.”

You nearly spit out your alcohol. “Jesus, she’s a menace. She better stay away from my man, I tell you what.”

Maggie laughed. “I don’t think Daryl’s her type, hon. Glenn, however… I’ve seen her eying him when she thinks I ain't lookin'.”

You gasped. “Maggie, do you want me to get rid of her for you?” you asked seriously. The alcohol must’ve been really getting to you. You tended to become extremely defensive of your friends when you were tipsy.

She threw her head back and chuckled. “Oh, (Y/N), as if you could take her. She’s a black belt, remember?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, yeah, how could I forget? She makes sure everyone knows it. God, she’s annoying. And those guys, they ought to be kicked out.”

“(Y/N)!” she laughed.

“I’m serious, Maggie. Zero tolerance for infidelity. They should get their dicks cut off while we’re at it. I’ll even administer the severing. Off with their heads!” you cried jovially with your wine glass raised in the air.

“Off with their heads!” Maggie echoed. “Queen (Y/N) has made her royal decree. Geez, you give Rick a run for his money.”

“That’s right,” you agreed. “As long as I’m in charge, half the men in this prison will be dickless for their crimes.”

“What about Daryl?” Maggie asked.

You smacked her shoulder. “Daryl isn't like that. He can keep it in his pants,” you said seriously, slurring your words a bit as you pointed at her with a shaky finger. “He’s never getting his dick cut off. Besides, it’s simply too beautiful to get rid of. He’s got the best one I’ve ever seen.”

Maggie’s lips went agape and her eyes widened. “Tell me how you really feel, (Y/N)! I oughtta get ya drunk more often, get ya talkin’ about Big Dick Daryl.”

“Mmm,” you hummed with a laugh, feeling the wine warm you up from inside, and now thinking about how much you missed Daryl. He’d been gone for about five days, and in apocalypse time, that was equivalent to a month. “God, I miss him.” You quickly turned from joyful and rowdy to solemn and longing. “What are we supposed to do while they’re gone, Maggie? I hate when he leaves. Gets me all worked up.”

Maggie rested her head on your shoulder and pouted her lips. “I know,” she sighed. “I miss my Glenn. Ain’t the same without him here. They’ll be back, though. They’re fighters.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Still, I can’t wait for him to come home… Maybe I’m too dependent on him.”

Maggie raised her eyebrow at you. “Maybe you just really miss his dick.”

“Well, that too,” you said. “No one does it like Daryl. Always makes me come… Every time.”

Maggie sipped on her wine, utterly dumbfounded at how open you were being tonight. You never talked about your sex life with her, and when she asked you’d usually clam up and blush. You were a completely different person when you were drunk.

“You know,” you continued, “I’d really like to spoil him when he gets home, do something special for him. He works so hard.”

Maggie choked a little on her wine and laughed.

“What?” you asked.

She wiped her face and smirked. “Hard.”

You rolled your eyes, but you started to laugh at the juvenile joke too. “Shut up. I’m serious. He does work hard. Maybe I’ll try a new position or something. We always do the same ones. He likes them, and I do, too, but it’d be nice to switch it up a little.”

Suddenly, an idea sprung to the forefront of Maggie’s mischievous drunk brain. “Lingerie!” she yelled.

You flinched at her sudden enthusiasm. “What?”

“It’s perfect,” she slurred. “We’ll go on a little run tomorrow, to that cute little lingerie shop in the shopping center, the one we passed a few weeks ago. You can get something nice for Daryl.”

“I don’t think Daryl wants to wear lingerie,” you said, somewhat seriously as your drunk brain was still trying to process her plan.

“No, you bimbo,” she joked. “I mean for you! And I’ll get a little something too.”

“Oooh,” you said. “I see… That’s a good idea! Oh, they’d love that. Glenn and Daryl won’t know what hit ‘em.”

Despite a terrible hangover-induced headache the next morning, you and Maggie planned your little run into the downtown area of the nearest town. Hershel concocted an herbal hangover remedy that soothed your throbbing heads, and soon you were driving out of the front gates.

“You sure Daryl’s okay with this?” Rick asked with his hands on his hips, looking in through the window of the car you were driving.

“Mhm,” you hummed in a high pitch, knowing full well Daryl didn’t like you to go anywhere without him. “We’ll be fine. Just going to pick up a few things.”

He raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “What thangs?”

Maggie shook her head with a smile before answering. “Girl things, Rick. Things girls need.”

Rick’s eyes widened and he raised his hands in defense. “Say no more. Go get your… girl thangs. Just be careful, and get back ‘fore Glenn and Daryl. Don’t wanna have to explain this to ‘em.”

“Roger that,” you replied, and with that you were off. “Girl things?” you asked Maggie.

She shrugged. “What? Ain’t a lie.”

As far as you knew, the feminine hygiene products were stocked up to the brim, condoms and diaphragms were readily available, and anything else that could be classified as “girl things” was already at the prison, but what Rick didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, you supposed.

After all, what kind of world would it be without a little indulgence?

“‘Sides,” she continued, “Rick’s a big party pooper. Wouldn’t let us go if he thought we were just gettin’ clothes.”

The ride didn’t take too long, about thirty minutes by your estimate, but shorter than the other distances you’d traveled before. When you got to the front of the little boutique, you felt a surge of nostalgia run through you.

“Remember when we could actually go shopping?” you asked Maggie.

“Mhm,” she said, looking at the storefront, the windows with mannequins dressed in lacy bras and underwear. “Seems like a lifetime ago.”

You shrugged. “At least we don’t have to spend any money.”

“Five finger discount,” she added. “One of the benefits of no law. Come on, let’s go.”

The two of you turned serious as you focused on prying open the front door. It had been chained and padlocked, probably before the breakout, but you still wanted to be sure there weren’t any walkers who’d made their way inside.

You knocked on the glass window, a trick you’d learned from Daryl, to get the attention of anything that might’ve been in there.

“Nothing,” you said, and Maggie pulled out the bolt cutters to snap off the chain.

Slowly, you pushed the door open, and its horrible creak rang out in the store. Surely, any walkers would’ve been attracted to that, but nothing came out.

“Looks like we got this place to ourselves,” Maggie observed.

You gazed around the small shop to see that it was fully stocked. It made sense, since no one was really looking to buy fancy lingerie when the world was ending.

Racks upon racks of slips, silky pajamas, and otherwise risqué nightwear filled your vision. Neat little piles of bras and matching panties sat atop intricate wooden tables. The store had once been lit by a large baroque style chandelier and gilded sconces. The brocade wallpaper was still as elegant and luxurious as it once had been, with a touch of sheen reflecting off its satiny texture.

The only sign of abandonment was the dust in the air, but everything else seemed to be frozen in time.

“Wow,” you said, making your way over to the nearest table. You picked up for the first bra you saw, a pink little number with lacy trim. Out of habit, you turned over the price tag. $125. “Jesus Christ! This must be the best bra in the world.”

Maggie looked over your shoulder and chuckled. “No money,” she said, “no problems.”

Soon, the two of you were ripping that store to shreds, rifling through every rack and pile, and even the boxes of new deliveries in the back.

That was where you found it: a black bodysuit, with mesh paneling and a thick strip of flowery lace trailing down the front, with open lace cups.

“It’s boobless!” you said to Maggie, who was rummaging through some boxes across the room. “Look, Maggie! No boobs!”

She laughed at your enthusiasm. “Wow, Daryl would like that. He’s always looking at your tits anyway.”

You scoffed as you twirled the garter straps around your fingers. “It’s black, too. Daryl loves black. I think I have to get it, maybe some stockings, too.”

Suddenly, you felt a light bundle of fabric hit your neck. “Hey!”

You looked down on the floor where the stockings had landed. “You’re welcome,” Maggie replied. “Those are the good ones, too.”

“Authentic Edwardian style,” you read from the tag. “Three-thread back seam stockings. Fifteen denier. The perfect combination of chic and provocative. Oh, wow. These are nice.”

“Don’t forget the robe,” Maggie said before throwing a few different colors of silk fabric at your chest.

You caught them all, an assortment of short robes with wide sleeves in black, white, light gold, and pink. You held out the pink one before you, admiring the light blush color and the sash around its waist. The robe was hardly long enough to cover your bottom, but you supposed that was the idea.

“Pink, for sure,” you said. “The black’s for Daryl, the pink’s for me. Got to have some color.”

“I’m sure he’ll love the pink,” Maggie assured you.

Though you went in there with the intention of bringing back one lingerie set, you ended up stuffing your bags with several, but you knew the bodysuit was going to be for when Daryl came home, which was supposed to be tonight.

You spent a good few hours preparing your cell for when Daryl would get home. The cell was always kept clean due to your obsessive need for order, but you thought you’d at least make it a little more… sensual.

Luckily, you had been stocking up on scented candles. They weren’t really for emergencies since there were plenty of those already, but you kept them around just in case. The one you chose for tonight was pomegranate vanilla bean, as well as some small unscented tealights so it wasn’t too dark. After all, you wanted Daryl to see your lingerie.

Other than that, you made the bed and fluffed up the pillows, and added an extra layer of opaque sheets to the makeshift curtain you kept over the cell door for privacy. There wasn’t really any way to account for the volume, but you just hoped everyone would be asleep when Daryl arrived.

Finally, all you had to do was put on your suit. It fit nicely, and you found yourself twirling around in the mirror for a while, trying to figure out your best angle. It was also odd to see yourself in a piece of clothing that exposed your entire breasts, but you knew Daryl would get a kick out of it, and you sort of found it more comfortable than a regular bra.

Next you slipped on the stockings and attached them to the garters, then put on your robe. The whole getup looked great, very classy, you determined. Still, something was missing.

“Shoes!” you whispered to yourself.

Granted, you didn’t need to wear shoes with your outfit, since you weren’t going anywhere, but you happened to have a pair of black kitten heels to match. Of course, you never wore them, but finally you sort of had an occasion to, even if it was a silly occasion.

So, you were all dressed up for Daryl, and you smelled great on account of the perfume Daryl found for you a few months earlier. All the pieces were in place, now you just needed your man.

You were reading a years-old Cosmopolitan, getting tips on how to “make your man beg for you,” by the candlelight when you heard what could only be Daryl grunting as he opened up the gate to your cell block.

It was about midnight at this point, and Daryl was expecting you to be asleep, so when he noticed the myriad of faint, flickering lights dancing behind the curtain to his cell, he was a little taken aback.

Surely you must’ve fallen asleep while reading something, or just simply left the candles lit for him, but he wasn’t expecting you to call out to him before he could even open the curtain.

“Daryl?” you asked softly. Though you were sure it was him, you wanted to make sure, just in case you opened the curtain to find a completely different person looking at your scantily-clad body. “Is that you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Can I come in?” He wasn’t sure why he asked. Perhaps he was just confused.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course, you live here, don’t you?”

He huffed before pulling the gate open and pushing back the curtains, and you continued readjusting yourself a little nervously as you sat up on the edge of the bed.

His gaze immediately went towards you, and he seemed to freeze in place when he noticed what you were wearing. You had your robe closed so he couldn’t see your suit, but he was already blushing a little.

“Hi,” you said, straightening your back and stretching your legs out a little.

He swallowed hard. “Uh, hey.”

You watched as he set his crossbow down by the door, then moved back to close the curtains. Just having him in the same room as you was enough to get you feeling those familiar tingles in your core. The way his bare arms flexed as he set his bag down on the floor, his well-defined biceps glowing in the candlelight… it teased you more than he could ever know.

Unable to keep still, you slowly raised yourself to your feet and crossed over to Daryl where you stripped him of his angel-winged vest.

He looked you up and down closer now. He was at a loss for words. The baby pink satin robe that barely covered your ass, the black stockings and garter straps that hinted at something below your robe, the little heels you always wanted to wear… He was scolding himself with how much he was already feeling an incoming erection.

“How was the run?” you asked him softly, rubbing his chest up and down as you gazed into his face, still dirty and a little bloody from his travels.

“Fine,” he said with a crack in his voice. He cleared his throat. “Missed ya.” He could’ve said more, wanted to say more, but he was still a little speechless.

You smiled sweetly. “I missed you, too.” You guided your body into his until your cores touched, and you leaned forward to softly kiss his lips for just a few moments. “I wanted to do something special for you when you got home.”

He looked at you with agape lips. “That what this is all about?” he asked. “Ya dressed like this for me?”

You laughed. “Well, who else would I dress like this for? You’re my guy.”

He smiled. “Guess I am. A real lucky guy.”

“So, you like it, then?”

He stepped backwards, his hands rested on your hips, to look you over. He tilted his head and eyed you with a smirk, pretending to be in deep thought. “Dunno,” he said. “Could be a little skimpier.”

“Well, you haven’t taken my robe off yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed as you slowly walked backwards towards the bed, slightly stumbling in your heels but still trying to look sexy. You beckoned him with your fingers. “Come here, cowboy.”

He obeyed you and crossed the cell to take you in his arms hungrily, and wasted no time in enveloping your lips with his. You moaned into his wet, sloppy kiss as you felt the warmth of his tongue invading your mouth. He’d pull away for a millisecond to get some air, but plunge his tongue right back into you and swirl it around your mouth as if he was trying to get every last drop of saliva.

“Mmm, Daryl,” you moaned between his kisses. He felt you putting pressure on his biceps, slightly pushing him away. In response, he stopped kissing you, but was surprised when you continued to push him until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Before he could say anything, you spread your legs over him and straddled his lap, the place where he desperately wanted to be separated from him only by his jeans and your lingerie.

Your bellies touched and he looked up at you in awe. “Take off my robe, sweetie,” you spoke into his lips as you gently caressed his face. He removed his hands from your upper back to your front where he traced the sash tied around your waist.

With a bite of your lip, you watched the intense look on his face as he untied your belt. He tossed the pink sash somewhere behind you, and began peeling back your robe.

“Shit,” he said, not expecting your breasts to be completely out, but the rest of your torso wrapped in lace. He’d never seen anything like it. Granted, he wasn’t a lingerie expert in the slightest, but he knew he’d never seen anything like that style in the old Playboy magazines he’d steal from his older brother. He looked up at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile, to which you let out a giggle. “What you tryin’ to do to me, woman?”

“What ever do you mean?” you asked him in a faux innocent voice.

He shook his head before continuing to take off your robe, now much more excitedly and harshly ripping it away from your arms.

He tossed the silken garment with a grunt and immediately went to attacking your hardened nipples with his mouth. “Uh!” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his head. “Yes!”

You loved when Daryl sucked on your breasts, the way he’d move his lips against them and soak them with his spit, the way he’d bite them a little to get a reaction out of you, the way he’d suction his lips around the nipples and wrap his tongue around them for dear life. There wasn’t anything like it, and the way he did it tonight was no different.

“Mmm,” he moaned into your breast, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the taste and feeling of the supple tissue in his mouth.

You tightened your thighs in response, making your core snug tight against his until you could feel the throbbing erection in his jeans. Panting hard, you began rubbing yourself against him, moving your hips back and forth to feel every inch of his clothed cock against you.

“Oh,” you moaned deeply.

Though you were drunk when you told Maggie about how much you loved his penis, you weren’t exaggerating. He knew exactly what to do with it, and it always felt so good inside of you, so warm and natural, like it was fashioned just for you and your body.

He continued sucking on your breast, and massaging the other one, the entirety of the tissue fitting into the palm of his hand and conforming effortlessly to every squeeze and pull he administered to it.

Soon, the pleasure became so intense you threw your head back and moaned again, which only spurred him on more. He moved to the other breast, kissing over the lacy fabric that separated them. He allowed his opposite hand to paw at the other breast, now swollen and puffy from his sucking.

When you felt him latch onto your other breast, you looked down to watch his lips moving sloppily against your nipple and his saliva soaking your entire breast.

Certainly, you were glad you went with a “boobless” jumpsuit.

Without warning, Daryl removed his lips from you and moved his hands down to your ass to begin repeatedly pulling your body back and forth into his. Underneath you, you felt him harden even more with each thrust, and he never took his eyes off your face as he panted heavily.

“(Y/N),” he grunted.

He was then rendered silent again by the attack of your lips on his neck. He kept his arms tightly wound around you as you humped him on your own and sucked vigorously on the skin of his neck.

“Mmm,” he moaned as he felt himself reach his hardest point underneath you. He slid his hands down your back and traced them down to your thighs where he began rubbing your stockings up and down, enjoying the feeling of the smooth nylon against his calloused, work-worn hands.

Soon, his back gave out, and he flopped backwards on the bed with you in tow. You laughed as you let go of his neck, and adoringly admired the little lovebite you gave him.

In a fit of lust, you swiftly reached down below you to paw at his package. The heat and hardness from it felt so good against your soft palm, and he squirmed restlessly underneath you, shutting his eyes and groaning at the feeling as you moved your hand up and down against his clothed shaft.

“Aw, shit,” he groaned. “(Y/N)...”

Your hands left his pants for a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt. You wanted to take out his cock so badly, but first you needed to see his bare chest, which triggered an arousal within you unlike anything else. The man was built so well, with perfectly sculpted and defined muscles that made his body hard, but soft enough to provide you with comfort when he held you at night.

You pulled back his shirt and lifted it over his arms, watching them flex as he did so. Subconsciously, you rocked back and forth a little over his core again at the sight of his beautiful, broad chest. You traced your finger over his little tattoo above his left nipple, the one that read Norman in cursive script (a friend who passed away from a drug overdose many years back, he'd told you).

Lowering your finger, you began to drag it down his torso, through the wiry chest hairs and the adorable happy trail that led to your favorite appendage on his body.

As your finger came into contact with his belt, you bit your lip and forced yourself not to rip the thing right off of him. It was a struggle, but you managed to get it off the proper way, then threw it backwards to begin unbuttoning his jeans.

He was panting hard, watching your fingers intently as they unzipped him, then pulled down his jeans just enough to reveal his boxers, which were stretched far to contain his erection.

Just the sight of it from the inside of his underwear got you tingling, and when you felt his hand rise up to fondle your breast, you couldn’t help but let out a strangled whimper.

“Did ya miss my cock, baby?” he asked in that deep southern accent that always got you riled up.

You pulled down his boxers to let his perfect cock spring up, and once again all you could think about was how good it was going to feel inside of you.

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your eyes on his cock as if it had entranced you. “I missed your cock so much. All I wanted was to feel you inside me again.”

He used his free hand that wasn’t kneading your breast to begin pumping his cock up and down. “That’s all I wanted, to be inside ya. I’m here now, baby. I’ll make ya feel good, sweet thing.”

“I know,” you said, wrapping your hand around his as he continued masturbating himself to the image of you above him, your pert breasts heaving with anticipation. You stroked his hand even harder, eliciting another deep grunt from him. “You always do.”

Before he made you feel good, though, you wanted to pay some more attention to his cock.

You knew how much he loved your breasts, and they were already conveniently out, so you leaned down a bit to align his cock between your breasts, and pressed your arms further inwards until it was snug tight (it was a trick you learned in that Cosmopolitan magazine you were reading).

“Goddamn,” he grunted as he looked down to see what you were doing to him. The soft, warm tissue felt so good around his increasingly sensitive cock.

You maneuvered in such a way that your breasts were now jerking him off, sliding up and down the length of his shaft.

He seemed to really like it, since he threw his head back and whimpered more than you’d ever heard him do so before. “Shit!” he cried as he grabbed the base of the headboard. “(Y/N), I gotta get inside ya. Now.”

You let go of his cock and sat up again. “I’m ready, baby.”

He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over until you were the one on your back. He reached down and grabbed your feet to pull each heel off, one by one.

Without hesitation, he split your legs out and open and moved aside the crotch of the suit to expose your soaking wet entrance. He sat up for a moment, tucking his knees under your thighs and admiring the translucent film building up around your pussy.

Your clit was already so sensitive from your arousal that the slightest touch from his fingertips there sent you whimpering. “Oh!” you cried out at the feeling. “Oh, baby!”

He smiled at your outburst. “Damn, you’re real sensitive tonight. Gotta be careful with ya.”

You shook your head. “No, Daryl. Go hard on me. I need you really, really deep and hard.”

He licked his lips. “Okay, girl. I’ll give ya what ya want.” He raised his hands up to the straps of your suit to begin pulling it and your stockings down your body until you were completely naked for him. Though he loved your lingerie, he loved your aroused body in its pure, natural state even more.

He continued to rub your slit and to thumb at your clit for a few moments, taking extreme pleasure in spreading your wetness all over you. You moaned and laughed in ecstasy at the feeling, pawing at your breasts all the while. “Daryl,” you said with a hazy smile. “I need you.”

He nodded. “Need ya too. So bad.”

With that, he grabbed his cock and began tracing it up and down your slit to let it accumulate some of your natural lubricant. You writhed a little in frustration, wanting nothing more than for him to push himself into you.

Then, he did, and you let out a loud gasp as you felt his warm, hard cock snaking through you. “Oh, God,” you groaned.

As he was inserting himself deeper and deeper into you, pulling out just a little every time, then dipping further in, he rubbed tight, increasingly fast circles around your clit, sending vibrations through you that you knew were leading up to a future climax.

“Ah,” you sighed, watching his cock enter you. “Oh, Daryl, yes.”

“That feel good, baby? Ya like my cock in ya?”

You closed your eyes and let your body absorb every feeling of every inch that was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace for what you needed, but you knew he didn’t want to hurt you, so he was going slow at first.

“Yes, yes,” you moaned. “So good, so sweet.”

He smiled at your words. “That’s all my love for ya,” he panted as he began penetrating you faster, and pushing his moving finger deeper onto your clit. “Ya feel it?”

“Yes,” you groaned, throwing your head back and reaching down to move his hand faster and faster on your clit.

At the same time, you began thrusting up into him, trying to get him as deep as possible within you. He adjusted himself until his face was just above yours, your stomachs tight against each other and the sounds of him moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, of sweaty skin on sweaty skin, echoed through the cell.

He kept his hand between your bodies, massaging your clit and sending those tingles through you with each stroke. You wrapped your arms around his broad back and pulled his lips into yours until you were sucking on them, licking them back and forth with sloppy passion as you reached up to messily tangle your fingers through his short brown hair.

Soon, you were bucking up into him almost uncontrollably as you felt the tip of his cock hitting into your deepest point. You unlocked your lips from his and threw your head back, allowing Daryl to drag his lips and tongue around the skin of your elongated neck. He tongued you like a starving animal, sweating profusely and grunting with every deep, aching thrust his cock made.

That was when you started to feel your high coming, the tingles getting stronger and more intense and your clit beginning to send vibrations up and around your body. It was telling you that your time was coming, and that your pleasure was leading up to that impending moment of pure bliss.

“Oh, God!” you cried out, Daryl’s tongue still wildly wiggling over your skin, and his cock still pumping into you relentlessly. “Daryl?!” you called out to him, as if looking to him for the answer to why this pleasure was so intense, so perfect and sweet. “Ah!”

He stopped licking you and focused on hitting into you more, watching your face contort with ecstasy as your climax came fast and hard.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life as your thighs squeezed his waist tighter and your core rocked steadily against him. He felt your canal tightening and loosening around him in quick succession, signaling that you were experiencing your orgasm.

“Ooo,” you whimpered. “Yes…”

He slowed himself down just a little, trying not to overwhelm you with the feeling, but also simply needing to feel you and to move inside of you.

You writhed some more as your high faded and left behind a beautiful afterglow of bliss and ecstasy in its wake. You pulled him down until he was against you again, kissing him sweetly on his lips and rubbing his back up and down as he continued thrusting into you, gradually increasing his pace again to find his own orgasm.

He stopped for just a moment to tuck himself tighter between your legs and to steady himself more before beginning to jackhammer into you faster than before.

“Shit,” he mumbled against your ear, sending warm vibrations through you. “So… goddamn… tight,” he panted between thrusts.

Soon he was going so fast that your body felt like it would crumble into a million pieces, and you knew for sure you were going to be sore the next day with how much pressure he was delivering to your lower half. You wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t even sit right.

With several more strained grunts and an incessant pumping into the deepest part of you, his breath hitched and he stilled for a moment as the highest point of his arousal washed over him, culminating in his sweet, warm seed flowing into you, soaking your walls with its smooth, milky texture.

He shut his eyes and buried his face in your neck as he let his body enjoy the feeling of releasing what you’d help him build up inside of him. With a tight grasp, you snaked your arms around his back and held him so close to you so he couldn’t even move unless he broke away from you, which he’d never, ever do.

“Mmm,” he groaned into your neck. “Jesus Christ…”

You turned your head to face him and planted a kiss on his lips, reveling in the hot wetness nestled deep inside of you and the feeling of his body going limp and sinking into you.

He felt your heaving breasts against him, comforting him and cushioning him as he recovered from his intense orgasm.

With a huff, he reached down to pull himself out, all the while unleashing a little cascade of white from your entrance. He sat up a little to watch it leak out of you, and you flexed your muscles to gently push his cum out of you until it seeped onto the sheets.

When he was satisfied, he laid back down and rested his arm over your stomach, still heaving from the exercise.

“I love you,” you said to him.

He smiled and rubbed his hand in circles over your belly. “I love you more.”

“Not fair,” you said. “You know I love you the most.”

He shook his head. “Let’s just call it even, huh?” He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “Thanks for gettin’ that thing.” He nudged his head to your lingerie thrown messily on the floor amongst his own clothes. “Ya looked amazin’. I was so horned up I forgot to tell ya how beautiful you are.”

You blushed and rolled onto your side to nuzzle into him. “Thanks, sweetheart. I did it just for you. Maggie and I actually went on our own little run into town.”

Daryl’s eyes widened as he held you. “What?”

Oops. In all your post-coital bliss you forgot that he didn’t like when you left without him, for fear that you’d get hurt or worse.

You pulled away to face him, and frowned at his obvious look of worry. At least he didn’t seem mad.

“Sorry,” you said. “We got a little… tipsy last night, and we wanted to do something for you and Glenn, so we went to this little lingerie shop. It wasn’t dangerous, though. We didn’t even have to kill any walkers, just in and out. Are you mad?”

He sighed, then shook his head. “Nah,” he said, brushing his thumb over your cheek and admiring just how cute you were. “Just… don’t want ya riskin’ your life just to get my rocks off.”

You laughed. “Well, I wanted to, and it was fun. I even got some other stuff, bras and panties… It’s all fancy, too. Expensive stuff.”

“Hmm,” he said. “Guess ya had a good run.”

That reminded you—you had yet to ask him about his run with Glenn. “How’d your run go?”

“Was all right. Brought back lots of food, some more seeds for crops like Rick asked for. Tell ya what, though, ain’t ever goin’ on a run with Glenn again.”

You giggled, eager to hear the gossip about your friend’s man. “Why not? Don’t you like him?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, “but he was real gassy the whole time. Busted ass every five minutes, and kept eatin’ beans, makin’ it worse.”

You snorted. “Oh my god, I have to tease Maggie about that. Gassy Glenn…”

He raised an eyebrow. “You two talk about me and Glenn when we’re gone?” he asked.

Suddenly, the moniker of “Big Dick Daryl” appeared from your hazy drunken memories of the night before.

“Well,” you began, “I may or may not have told her about how nice your dick is.”

His eyes widened and he flicked your nose in offense, though he wasn’t really mad, more so just embarrassed. “Goddamnit, woman,” he said amidst your laughter. “Ain’t ever leavin’ again. You get up to too much trouble.”

“Good,” you said, snuggling up into him and feeling his strong arms wrap tightly around you, your bare naked bodies basking in each other’s natural warmth. “I need you here.”

Shortly after that, you fell into a deep sleep against Daryl, who soon followed and drifted off, holding you close to him the way he always did, and feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

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