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wiptw · 1 year ago

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Pokémon Stadium Series

Nintendo 64 - Nintendo - 2000 to 2001

You as a Pokémon fan are absolutely fucking spoiled these days. Aside from the mainline games you have spinoffs and fangames offering different experiences, you have entire websites dedicated to documenting everything down to the internal maths of the series, there's no end to the free content you can access with an internet connection between emulators and battle sites like 'Showdown!', and it's now socially acceptable in most circles to be older than 13 and have something with Pikachu's face plastered on it (especially if you're female presenting, especially if your friend group is also infected with the Pokémon hype). Back in my day™ you had almost none of this. You had the anime on Saturday mornings, you had the early run Pokémon licensed merch which WOULD get you called a baby if you continued buying past 10-12, and you had the games. Those sweet, sweet games that indoctrinated a generation of young people into being gamers and awoke a horde of JRPG addicts.

Literally Me

So remember this when I tell you that Pokémon Stadium, both one and two, aren't great games because they do something back then that you can't get today; they're great for what they did back then. So Pokemon Stadium 1&2 were a duology of games from 2000 and 2001 respectively that allowed players to battle Pokemon in 3D, with the addition of some side content such as minigames included to prevent the game from being 100% Pokemon battles. Because otherwise, the game is in fact navigating a series of menus and completing Pokémon battles with 3D models.

Whether it's taking on the gym gauntlets, the marathon of battles in the Pokémon cups, or just free battles with friends and loved ones, 98% of the experience is either selecting Pokémon from a roster of pre-built 'rentals' or transferring them from a saved game using the Transfer Pak, then fighting them in a series of 3D environments. An experience which you can definitely do today using web apps but as I said earlier, we didn't have that.

The peak of Pokémon battles in 2000

So if you're buying Pokémon Stadium (either version really) you're already probably a Pokémon fan right? So that means you have Red/Blue/Yellow/Gold/Silver/Crystal, so why not just play that game and get the full experience? The fun of exploring, talking to NPCs, discovering new and exotic locations? Simple, because in those games battles looked like this

While in Stadium, battles looked like this

If you grew up watching the anime while playing the Gameboy games, there was this special kind of dissonance where you might find yourself saying "Yeah, (for the time) these graphics are RADICAL but I wish I had something closer to these cool Pokémon Battles they had in the anime." As you hide under the covers with your Gameboy Color worm light, nestled in your Ash Ketchum pajamas while you attempt for the 100th time to capture a ditto. Pokémon Stadium was the answer to this dissonance, providing you with vibrant 3D graphics unlike anything you'd ever seen before; bringing Pokémon to life in a way that would be unmatched until Colosseum came out during the Gamecube era.

So, to actual mechanics, you play both games pretty similarly; by building a team of Pokémon (either on your handheld or by using the rental mons the game provides) and take part in a series of battles to become the ultimate battle master. To use your own Pokémon, you'd need to use the aforementioned 'Transfer Pak' to plug in a copy of Red/Blue/Yellow (for 1) or Gold/Silver/Crystal (for 2) with a game saved to the cartridge; otherwise the rental Pokémon covered all released Pokémon (except for some hidden ones) allowing you to build your dream team, sans a few caveats here and there.

Evolved Pokémon have better stats but worse moves, while weaker Pokémon tend to have better moves to compensate

In terms of WHERE you can battle, there's two choices: Either in the Gym Leader Castle, or the Tournaments held in the center of the map on either game. Either way, the game will then have you battle through a series of 3v3 matches versus a set number of trainers who will also select 3 random mons from their full team of six.

A bit bare bones, but there's some spice to how things are run. For one, the rental system was a huge thing for us younger players back in the day. Even if you had the games some Pokémon were hard to catch, had evolution requirements some players couldn't complete (like the trade-mons), or were locked to a version you didn't have. The rental mons give you a list of every Pokémon (some exceptions, but not many) and then lets you build your dream team. Sure, you can't set their moves, EVs, IVs, and it's the era before abilities and natures but I CAN HAVE A MEOWTH/PERSIAN ON MY TEAM. Do you know what I had to do as a child to have this Pokémon outside of Stadium? I had to find someone in the American South who also enjoyed Pokémon, hoped they had Blue instead of Red, hoped they had a link cable, then get them to agree to a trade despite both of us being children (and therefore, objectively terrible) which likely meant giving away a rare Pokémon in exchange for what amounted to common garbage in their game because it was Version fucking Exclusivity™ and everyone seemed to know that meant you'd do anything to get that one fucking Pokémon you wanted.

In the handheld games, if you wanted to build your dream team then likely you'd have to put in some more effort than other games of the time would've required of you. With Stadium, your dreams come true, and if you already have that dream team you can just import them to fight in glorious 3D. Circumventing the fact that rental Pokémon are kinda terrible overall.

Don't feel like building? The challenge cup mode that gives you randomized team comps that has it's own charm (for masochists)

Not to say all of them were bad but construct a normal distribution of 'Good' to 'Bad' picks then that graph is gonna skew left so hard you'd be forgiven for thinking it was just a straight line. To keep every choice 'viable' Pokémon rentals were balanced around stats and moves. More powerful evolved Pokémon and Pokémon with high Base Stat Totals (BST) were given weaker moves and first form and low BST Pokémon were given generally better moves. Charizard might have better stats than Charmeleon and Charmander but his only fire type move is going to be something like Fire Spin. Conversely, Charmander might have Fire Blast but his stats are gonna make him an easy target for the computer's pokemon, which are not bound to the same builds as the rental mons you're using.

Once your team is assembled, then you're off to battle trainer after trainer after trainer with beautifully scored (for the Nintendo 64) soundtracks giving you an unearned sense of importance every step of the way. Battles themselves are conducted with a weird, but functional control layout where A and B access sub menus you then check with the R button before finalizing with the c-buttons, which on original hardware or a USB N64 controller is fine but on emulation with a more modern controller like Logitech, can be a little nerve wracking as you worry about whether your 'up' input on the control stick was up enough for the game or if you accidentally drifted right or left using an unintended move.

fun fact: the name of imported Pokémon affects their coloration in Stadium

Battles are also largely regulated by (at the time) tournament standard rules. Little and Pokecup have level restrictions, and all three non-random cups include clauses for sleep, held items, and repeat Pokémon. Additionally, in any cup if you win the round with all 3 Pokémon still in tact, you're granted a continue; meaning you can retry the battle if you lose. Additionally, there is no 'draw' outcome in these games. Use a move like Explosion or Selfdestruct and the game will register it as your loss on your final Pokémon, regardless of whether you took down the opposing fighter with you or not.

You'll be doing a LOT of back-to-back fights here against trainers with varied team comps, but even with over 246 Pokémon in the available potential lineup you'll get tired fast of fighting. This is, however, slightly mitigated by the 3v3 nature of the matches but even so be ready to here the same Pokémon noises, watch the same effects play out, and wait for the same health bars to tick down over and over as you claw your way to the spot of Pokémon Master.

The art style of non-battle scenes like the main map and minigame plaza have that nice, 90's charm to them as well.

If you do get tired of battling it out, then Stadium 1 and 2 both offer minigames for players to partake in. Either in a tournament format or by using the free-play browser, players are able to take part in a multitude of different Mario Party-esque (without the hand burning) minigames featuring the Pokémon as stars. Minigames consist of stick twirling, button mashing, and point collecting all while controlling fan favorite Pokémon such as Togepi, Eevee, Scyther, and Pichu with no real rhyme or reason behind why these game exist aside from a amusement park theming the minigame zones have for their icons and menus.

You won't get a real explanation as to why you're racing Donphans, cutting logs as Scythers and Pinsirs, or playing Simon Says with a bunch of Clefairy, but you don't really need that either. The games are fun, the models are charming, and watching Clefairy get smacked in the head for each wrong input brings me a level of joy I should probably talk about with my therapist. You won't likely spend hours in this mode, but it's a nice breather from the onslaught of battles otherwise.

fun fact: I still won't talk to some people because of the outcomes to Rampage Rollout over two decades ago. You know who you are.

Additionally there's a quiz minigame separate from the main selection of minigames with easy/normal/hard difficulty selections. Players compete to see who can be the first to get a number of questions correct before anyone else based on facts about the Pokémon (typing, size, silhouette, etc) or facts about the game (where you can find things in the game, names of routes and towns, names of figures in the game).

It's not the most challenging on easy or normal, but playing on hard the game will try to screw you with trick questions so playing with others becomes a balance of "do I let the question play out, or attempt to steal it before someone else can answer correctly?"

Sometimes even playing the game won't prepare you for how out of pocket the questions can get

The real advantage of 2 over 1 is that, in addition to minigames, the game has the trainer academy; a kind of in-depth battle tutorial to teach players not only the basics of Pokémon fighting, but also some secrets as well

You can learn about held items, a feature new to the second generation, as well as participate in mock battles to demonstrate the materials you've been reading and quizzed on. Some of this information for the time too was obscure or hidden knowledge, like the fact that using Defense Curl before using Rollout would boost the damage significantly or that using Stomp on an opponent who used minimize would double the damage.

Some type matchups just make sense, like Ground v Electric.

Overall though what really makes this game is the presentation. The soundtrack does a great job selling the feeling Nintendo wants you to experience, climbing the ladder in a tournament or the Gym Leaders Castle makes you feel powerful, and the little details on top of it all just tie it together in a nice package.

The fights, for example, are also narrated by "The Announcer". A bombastic voice shouting over every detail of a fight. When you score a crit, when you apply a status effect, even using certain moves will get the announcer loudly narrating each detail like a Pokémon prize fight. Seeing the ground rip apart when you use Earthquake is only half the charm, the other half comes from that man yelling in your ears "A DEVESTATING EARTHQUAKE ATTACK!". Clearing gyms or clearing opponents in one of the cups grants you gym badges, a dream for any child growing up on the handheld classics or watching the anime who wished they too could earn shiny bits of metal that gave them an inflated sense of importance.

I would literally kill everyone I came across if it'd get me a real life Zephyr Badge.

Stadium 1 and 2 aren't evergreen classics. They're stuck in Gens 1 and 2 respectively, the roster of Pokémon while impressive is largely useless and makes collecting trophies way harder than it has to be, and the games were made before things like abilities and double battles were introduced, leading to the Pokémon battling game missing out on the generation of Pokémon that made battling more fun (Revolution doesn't count, Revolution is dead to me and disappoints me more than I disappoint myself.)

But for the time especially, it gave fans an opportunity to experience a form of Pokémon more advanced than what the handhelds could output. It was a window into a world of potential that wouldn't be truly fulfilled until arguably the 3DS era of Pokémon released, and gave fans a fun little romp handcrafted for them at every twist and turn. Whether you were a gamer or you enjoyed the anime, there was something here for you.

Overall: 7/10 Sound: 8/10 (for the time) Graphics: 9/10 (for the time) Memorable Moments: Stadium 1: Hearing about Mewtwo, thinking he was an urban legend, then finding out he wasn't Stadium 2: Finally beating the elite 4 using only rental mons.

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lowultima · 2 months ago

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Knockin’ Boots…

Cowboy!Sevika

Slow burn NSFW

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Note: not a clue who’s artwork is in the middle- tried to find the source off Pinterest but I ain’t that good at nothin with technology. kudos to their work! IT. AINT. MINE.

EDIT: someone messaged me saying that the art is by slechyiris on twitter!! So sorry I didn’t post that originally but I checked out their page and it is fucking AMAZING. Please check them out at:

@slechyiris

On Twitter.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Sevika was never the type to indulge in much.

She worked hard, and had a heavy meal with a glass of whiskey at the end of a long day- and she liked it that way. Cattle ranching was never something she thought she would see herself doing at nearly forty years old, Though- she didn’t know where else she’d be.

The Montana wilderness was a gift to experience- and a greater gift to survive. The Zaunite ranch was so far out- the nearest city was nearly five hours away and the nearest town was an hour and a half. People lived, worked, breathed and bled ranch life.

24/7, 365.

Sevika didn’t indulge in much..she didn’t even realize she wanted to..until…

You were a cook for the family meals on the ranch. With nearly forty plus employees, it was likely that those who did such hard labor were going to need a hot and ready meal at the end of the day..and you were perfect for the task.

You came from the south, generally speaking. You traveled across the country after coming across the position on an old, barely used, website for farmers to hire farm hands. You had been working for nearly four months, had your own bunk- and stayed in the kitchen working, saving money to get you to wherever you wanted to be next after maybe a year or two of being there.. You stayed in your lane, and in the kitchen, makin no fuss..and that was plenty enough for you..

When Sevika saw you for the first time, You had no idea…

She was always the first one up, before dawn- In her spurs before the rooster crowed. Sevika would always spend the early mornings cleaning up her tack and getting a check in with her horse. Breakfast was usually ready long after sevika had already left for the fields, and she was fine with missing out…

until she noticed the coffee had been set out earlier- and a small collection of breakfast items earlier too… eggs, some meat, maybe some fruit at the beginning of the month when the budget wasn’t spent. Someone had noticed her.

She had noticed the meals were definitely better than they were previously- definitely well seasoned to say the least, but she realized she had no idea who was making them…that was, until she saw you one morning, carrying two bags of flour over your shoulder as you trudged back from the storage hold a couple yards from the kitchen entrance..At three in the morning.

Apron tied tight around your waist, sleeves pushed up to your elbows, hair tied back- and you cursing under your breath as you kicked open the steel door..

The way you moved in those boot-cut jeans..

She wondered why anyone other than her would be up so early- but she began to appreciate the meals you cooked more as she realized just how laborious and continuous your job was..

You started your shift long before dawn, just after the PM became the AM- up early enough to hand mix the biscuit dough. The ranch-hands needed meals that would stick to their ribs, and nothing raises morale in the cold mornings like fresh coffee and home made biscuits every day.

Now that Sevika had seen you once, she had started seeing you everywhere. Carrying grains, opening gates for the cattle trucks, sleeping in a rocking chair on the little front porch of your bunk house- worn boots messily laid a couple of feet away.

In the early mornings, Sevika would sometimes hear you huffing behind the door of the kitchen as you picked things up and set things down- metal clanging along with your movements. She wanted to wait until you came out to serve breakfast one day- just to thank you for what you did.

Though she was sure you were paid well, appreication went a long way. The ranch took care of Sevika and all her fellow ranch hands, mutual respect- not just money for labor. She thought you deserved the same…Fair and balanced and all.

But…Sevika realized she didn’t really know what to say. She usually wasn’t much for words…

She glanced to the breakfast table, noting a pad of sticky notes and a pen, a discarded note with the words ‘cheese eggs, pastries, venison sausage’ in quick scribbled letters…. She grabbed the pen and wrote a few words- before leaving the pen and pad on the desk, taking a deep sip of coffee from one of the old mugs, and heading out to the barn…

As you bounded out of the swinging kitchen door,slightly sweaty as you set down the food items noted on said notepad, you glanced to it to scratch down your so far checked off list for the day… only to find..

‘thanks for the food.

Like the grits. Biscuits too.’

It was short. Simple..kind of sweet. You knew some of the ranchers got up early (which had been the reason you put out some breakfast earlier in the morning), but no one had ever acknowledged your presence- much less thanked you. You smiled, drawing a smiley face on an empty page, and wrote the question:

‘ Any suggestions? ‘

before sticking it to the wall beside the breakfast table, and carrying on with your day. Another note was passed the next morning- a piece of tissue paper placed near the coffee machine.

‘ you made some… round sausage and cheese ball things a month ago. Very good- easy to eat in the field. Like em a lot- guys like em too. If it ain’t much trouble. ‘

You smiled as you read it, your mother used to make you bisquick sausage balls before going deer hunting in the fall. Easy to take for lunch. Easier to make. You had no problem whipping them up every other day for breakfast- always packaging a hearty amount in a paper sac next to the coffee maker for your mystery note giver.

This messaging went on for weeks, passing quick notes back and forth. One time, the pad of notes was slid under the kitchen door- but when you walked out to see who had done so, there was no one there..

Only to slide your reply under the doors at 3 am the next morning, unsure of when the mystery note giver would return.

Frankly, you looked foward to the blunt praise of the notes, as well as the polite requests. You soon started paying more attention to those around you, trying to figure out which ranchers got up early enough- who seemed to be the type to write little notes…but it was hard to be a detective when you had another much more important - job to do.

Until, one morning- you passed the barn on your way from your bunk after you had forgotten your jacket…

“Hey pretty girl..how we feelin, huh?”

You suddenly paused- like the deep, husky female tone had stricken you. You hear a horse huff softly, and then you hear the voice again. “I know..last day of the week, then you can have a break..I’ll put some extra apples in your feed..how ‘bout that?”

You slowly lean around the corner to get a look, and you watch the woman stand- fuckin Janna she was tall-

Her hair tied back a little, a cigarillo between her lips as she tightened the saddle strap around her horse. You watched her inspect the leather closely- you guessed to make any notes of wear or rips. You were familiar with horses- but only because your mother was a farrier…

You used to ride with her, your mother..occasionally-help her with the difficult ones that needed their feet trimmed or feed treats to help smooth out the process of hammering metal shoes into their hooves, (which of course- didn’t hurt the animal. It was just keratin after all), but it had been a decade since you’d saddled up. Since you saw her..

You watched the woman tighten her brown leather chaps, rolling her neck with a satisfying crack. Her body was definitely conditioned for her work- hell, she was gorgeous. When she turned to lead her horse out of its stable, your eyes widdened at the sight of her face. Deep lines etched in her dark skin- her eyes had experience. History.

The last realization you made- one you wouldn’t have even mentioned if it weren’t for how badass it looked- was her arm. The prosthetic one, that is…well, maybe both.

It’s copper-toned metal glinted beautifully in the warm but dim light of the barns’ lamps- its joints moved with fluidity, almost claw-like digits clenching in a way that rivaled flesh. Nearly surpassed it. You wondered who this ranch-hand was, and how in the world someone like her ended up in a place like this..

“It ain’t polite to stare.”

You finally heard, realizing the womans’ gaze was on you. Sevika had noticed you merely seconds ago- but she recognized you by your apron, still dusted with flour.

Your mouth felt dry for a second. God, even her demeanor was badass. You were more-so embarassed than flustered.

“M’ sorry, it’s uh- it’s early…you just…you care for your horse well, is all.” You said, stepping out into the open entrance of the barn. You paused, but her silence and raised eyebrow make you awkwardly laugh.

“ sorry, you probably haven’t seen me around here. I’m the cook- Make all the meals and whatnot around here.”

“I know.”

“Oh..uh- really? Didn’t think anyone knew who I was around here”

“You think a ghost was passing you notes?” She asked, lips curved up slightly as she took a deep drag of her cigarillo.

Your eyes widdened a bit, and then you took a step forward- smiling.

“Well I’ll be damned. I’ve been trying to Nancy drew out who’s been my mystery critic was for weeks.” You said, holding out your hand.

“It’s good to finally put a face to yer kind words.”

Sevika paused, metallic arm under her cloth poncho- as if it was a practical effort to hide it…though, she eventually clasped her prosthetic hand into yours- waiting for your awkwardness, or tension, or even disgust..

But you shook her hand proudly- deciding not to make mention of it. It was just an arm- nothin to get all worked up about.

Sevika looked at you, before letting out a little breath of a laugh- letting her arm prosthetic fall to her side, living hand still holding onto her horses reigns.

“Ain’t nothin really, good food brings everyone together- gives em’ somethin to look forward to..names Sevika.” She said.

“Nice to meet ya..I don’t mean to keep you from yer work- but if you’re gonna be coming into the kitchen, sit and have some coffee with me sometime- I’d welcome the company. Not everyone is keen to be up at four in the mornin” you offered.

Sevika was quiet for a second, before nodding. “If I get the time- I will. Someone’s gotta get the herd gathered.” She joked softly, tipping her hat to you.

“Nice you meet ya darlin’”. Her voice was gentle to you, looking you in the eyes before walking around and stepping into the stirrups of her saddle, resting on her horses back, and riding away- cigarillo still between her lips. You watched as she went, smiling softly. You couldn’t help but wonder if she called everyone

Darlin’..

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Like sevika, once you noticed her- you saw her everywhere. She was always in the fields, or by the loading dock helping to herd slaughter or seller cattle into their respective trucks. She rode with her living hand, keeping her mechanical one under her poncho as she rode.

Every time she’d pass you, she’d tip her hat. You’d smile at her, and she’d quickly look away, hiding beneath the shade of her attire in the sun.

Everytime you slept on your front porch, sevika would leave a note for you to get more sleep, and you’d leave one in her tack cabinet that if she wanted to eat- you’d have to work.

It was nice..looking forward to her notes..

One morning, you were sweeping room and singing softly as you began to start your shift.

“Black birds singin’ in the dead of night…” you then hummed out.

You were brewing coffee and had already set out a spread… when you heard her voice.

“Didn’t know you were a musical type.”

You froze, and looked up to Sevika standing a few feet away. You haddnt even heard her come in. “I-I try..can hardly carry a tune in a bucket though..” you chuckle.

“You’re at least better then them men I work with. They sound like howling dogs in heat when they jeer about at bonfires..” sevika said

You laughed softly, and set the broom down, pouring two mugs of coffee “come into the kitchen if you’ve got some time- I got some snacks I made for you to take out into the fields.” You said gingerly, passing through the metal swinging doors.

Sevika grabbed her mug off the counter and followed behind you, finding a spot leaning against a metal prep table as she took a look around the large industrial kitchen. As you brought over a little pack of food. Sevikas eyes widdened a little when she realized the care that you’d put into making sure she was fed well...All wrapped up in cheesecloth with a little bow.

Sevikas face flushed, her cheeks growing pink as she looked up at you. “I-you..you didn’t have to do that..” she said, southern drawl seeping through like honey. You shrugged. “Yeah but…you’re like..the only person around here that, ya know..talks to me.”

You brushed your hair back, walking around the metal prep table and chopping up some carrots. “Makin’ stew tonight..” you smiled, and sevika came over, looking into the comically large stock pot. “Smells good..” she said, you slid the sliced carrots into the pot, and you grabbed a tasting spoon, dipping it into the pot and bringing it up to her.

Sevika looked down at you, and then the spoon- she smiled softly, and took a sip. “Y’ like it?” You asked, before you felt coarse skin graze your cheek, and brush a stray hair out of your eyeline. Sevikas’ warm gaze had you feeling dizzy, heart beating fast as she looked into your eyes “damn near the best stew I’ve ever had..”

You look down bashfully as you try to hide your smile, but sevika pulls your face right back up to meet her eyes again. You suddenly feel your feet feel a bit unsteady, and your back pressed against the steel countertop opposite of the stove-still looking up at her. “You…” you muttered, feeling sevikas large hand smooth across your cheek, holding her thumb against your jaw as her other fingers grazed into the hair behind your ear- palm settling on your neck.

You shuddered. “T-that feels…i-um…I like women…cuz y’ need to know that..” you said quickly- almost as if it was a warning to her…

sevika suddenly paused- before slowly chuckling. “Darlin’ I know.”

You let out a pathetic sigh.

“..you think a straight woman stares down a woman cowboy like you did?…jaw on the floor, eyes wider than a doe in front of a bow..” she chuckled. “If it makes you feel better though..” she said, mechanical arm hissing to life as it moved from beneath her poncho, and caged you against her and the table.

She leaned in close, and you swore you could feel your panties actively dampen. “I tend to be fond of absolutely breathtaking women such as yourself..”

You whimpered softly, she was so close, you could smell the leather and cigarillo smoke against her collar. Dirt and field- horses and sweat-

“Yer gettin me all riled up..” you whispered softly against her cheek.

Her thumb brushed against your cheek once- twice- three times, and she looked into your eyes.

“Can’t make a move unless a ladies’ willin’..” she muttered, and your hands ran up her pearl snap flannel..taking her by the collar.

“I’m plenty willin..” you whispered, before pulling her in. Her lips were a little chapped, you could taste the Tobacco on them..and you liked it. Sevikas hand slowly traced down your body, and squeezed your hip as the two of you kissed each other. You let out a shaky sigh, licking your lips as the two of you pulled away for a quick second- but sevika pulled you back in.

You whined against her lips, licking over the plush bottom one as her mouth opened to accommodate you. You felt her large tongue slide against yours, and you gripped into her collar as you sucked on her tongue, pulling away and nipping at her lips enthusiastically.

“Holy-“ you gasped as you were suddenly lifted, placed on top of the metal countertop. Sevika had a wolfish grin on her face, one you haddnt seen before, you felt like a type of prey- and for some reason- you liked it.

“The hell you learn a trick like that pretty girl?” Sevika asked. You chuckled softly “been around the block a few times..ain’t no buckle-bunny lookin for her next fix..” you said, hands threading in her surprisingly soft hair. Sevika huffed out a laugh. “Mhm..seen the way you lift those flour bags..” she leaned into your ear as her metal claw-like fingers gripped into your hip, her other hand slowly sliding down your flannel to reveal your toned, worked arms underneath.

“I like a woman that won’t take no shit.” She grunted, leaning in to kiss your neck. “F-fuck..” you choke out, gripping against her. “Mn..don’t..don’t y’ gotta get out to the fields soon? What if-“

Sevika sucked into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as her fingers fumbled with your blue jeans’ button. Sevika was panting, you could feel her tongue graze your skin as she licked her lips. “Darlin…I don’t think you realize how long it’s been since I’ve had someone.” She said, finally pulling back to look at you. Eyes hungry.

..you realized you might be in deeper shit than you originally thought.

Sevika brought you to the edge of the counter top, your boots falling from your feet as the dangled. She glanced down, knowing a good pair of boots shouldn’t be dropped like that.

“S’ fine- they’ve got a shit ton of holes in em’ anyway..” you ramble as your jeans clumped up on the tile floor. “Fuck- what if someone-“

“Darlin…you want me to fuck you or not?” Sevika stated, a little pissy since, well, she wanted to feel what the inside of you felt like.

You nodded quickly, legs spread on the countertop that your inner food-safety inspector would be cringing at. Her fingers were large, hands were large- hell- sevika was large. “Been a while since I’ve done this..” you whispered as sevika pulled your pretty little panties to the side.

“Fuck..I knew your pussy would be perfect the moment I saw you in those damn bootcut jeans..” sevika whispered, and you giggled “sevika, didn’t think you had such a dirty mind..” you teased, before you gasped as she pressed a finger inside you. Effortlessly. “Takes quite a woman to make me think the way I think about ‘cha..” sevika said, her finger moving in and out of you, occasionally spreading your warm slick over your clit.

“Fuck….” You whined softly, you suddenly began to hear voices though- male voices. “Sevik-“ you began, before your mouth was covered by cool metal, and Sevikas fingers plunged into your sweet heat. Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching as you felt yourself go limp against her.

You could hear them, talking about the work day ahead of them- wondering what was for dinner that night- hoping the case of liquor they ordered from Costco would be picked up by their shipment company soon. You then gasped.

Deep, slow, almost brutal thrusts of her fingers rocked your core- the curl of them was almost too much to bear. You pushed her metallic arm out of the way, and pulled her closer- sucking deep, purple bruises into her dark skin. Nipping, biting- you felt like a caged animal. And all you wanted was sevika.

“That’s it darlin, take ‘em like a good girl..” she muttered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head as you held onto her for dear life. Sevika felt like she was breaking you in almost..she almost couldn’t believe your experience..you were so damn tight.

Eventually, the men’s voices trickled out as they went into the fields- and your head tipped back. “Go on, make some pretty noises for me..” she whispered- thumb pressing and circling your clit. You moaned softly, licking your lips as you looked up at her. “‘Yer gonna be lat-“

You let out a loud moan as sevika thrusted her fingers into you good and hard. “I don’t give a fuck.” She stated, her pace brutal as you felt your stomach flip in that way that made you fuck back against her fingers

“Please- please please please, sevika please-“ you whined, gasping out as your clit was firmly pressed into- and you boiled over.

“That’s it baby girl, ride it out…ride it out..” sevika assured you, fucking you through your orgasm as you twitched and whined in front of her, cum dripping onto the tile floor.

You panted loudly as she held you tight, and you hugged her back.

“Fuckin god…that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” you muttered, looking up to her, before you realized she was getting down on her knees.

“Well, a good cowboy always cleans up their mess.”

….ffffuck.

#sevika smut #wlw #arcane smut #wlw nsft #arcane #vi smut #arcane vi smut #lesbian #sevika #sevika fanfic #sevika x you #sevika i love you #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #cowboy

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shariasweet · 1 month ago

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𝓢y𝑏𝐞r 𝓒e𝑥 ──── when he off work he callin' me on skype .ᐟ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

sim jaeyun 𝓧 female reader

sh4r1n0t3 ᪄ thisss has been in my drafts for ages! it's kinda choppy, but I thought she deserved to be let out and breathe (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ၃ ִ

snyp: or... when jake misses his favorite (and only) cam-girl's stream and decides to make it up to her. | wc: less than 1k | cw: spelling errors (I’m too lazy to correct uhoh) • phone sex • masturbation (m & f) • pet names • let me know what i missed .ᐟ

wiplist. masterlist. requests.

he doesn’t even bother signing out of anything. he simply saves his files and clocks out… rushing down the stairs—too impatient to wait on the elevator. as soon as he hits the ground floor he’s jogging steadily towards his car. jake had left his coat in the office along with his bag.

had he even remembered to lock his office? who cares.

those were things he’d deal with tomorrow. right now, you were the most important thing on his mind. every day, without fail, at 6’o’clock it would start.

you'd log onto the glowing website, sitting prettily and adjusting your webcam searching for his username in your overflooded chat. every, day. and if this 'piece' of your… schedule, were to fall out of place... you’d call him, just because you could.

jake knew that. hell, he'd prayed for it... the first time he'd missed a stream of yours, when he'd solemnly sat back in his chair, only to be surprised by the notification as the top of his screen. it was you. he felt like the luckiest bastard alive.

he has to be home to take that call.

he doesn’t bother hitting the lights—just quickly kicks the door shut as he toes off his shoes before darting towards his bedroom. his fingers tremble as he presses the keys of his laptop—starting it up and logging on like it’s the only way to ease the aching feeling that tugs at his chest. 7’o’clock—and you’re still on. though, he’s sure you’re done by now.

regardless you’re there, bathed in pink LED lights, grinning softly in your chair. “look who’s finally here.” you hummed. “my favorite subscriber. hi, jakey.” your bottom lip snagged between your teeth as you leaned into the camera. “you missed a lot.” it comes out playfully. you smile sweetly with a soft giggle as you sit back. jake can feel his stomach drop as he takes you in—hair stuck against you flushed skin. your tank top is sliding off your shoulders. your panties—they’re damp, even from this view. he’d had missed a lot.

he scrambles to shoot a reply into the chat.

s_jyn69: how much is a lot? :(

a soft laygh rushes past your swollen lips. it’s an intoxicating sound, one that always sends heat rushing to his face and all over his body. “i ‘dunno… the entire stream?” you pout. “i couldn’t keep everyone waiting, i promised...” more chats flood in. hundreds... near thousands. however, you don’t pay them any mind, waiting on jake’s response as your eyes sort through the never ending comments. behind the screen jake curses. he takes a deep breath before harshly exhaling whilst dragging a hand through his hair—disappointment bubbling inside of his stomach.

he clocked out early, skipped overtime and ran home just to watch you. his favorite girl. his only girl. “hm… are you upset?” your voice came sweetly through the monitor again. you adjusted the camera once more locking eyes with the viewers as you shifted even closer, finger absentmindedly twirling in your hair.

user19864537: i think he is… 👀

hs02sh: yikes. shouldn’t have kept her waiting jakey.

ynlvr366: How’d he manage to miss the ENTIRE stream??? LOL

your bottom lip juts out again. “don’t tease him.” you whine playfully… you feign disappointment. that faux sadness laces your tongue as you stare into the camera with wide, glossy eyes. “you’ll call me after this won’t you, jakey? it’s the least you can do.” his chest tightens—heart thumping against his ribcage as he types yet another response.

s_jyn69: of course i will baby.

you hum, pleased, cocking your head with a softened expression. “see everyone? he’s going to make it up to me.” god, yes he will. jake's pulse eases.

you promise the audience you’ll be good until next time… ending the livestream with lots of soft laughs and teasing remarks, and the second your screen finally goes black jake’s hands move on their own. your 'offline' status lights up his computer screen as he fumbles with his phone. his thumb hovers over the call button of your contact. he swallows thickly, pressing before hesitance can consume him.

it rings once.

then twice.

three times—and that’s when your voice blares through his speaker. “hello?” he takes a deep breath admiring you for a moment. he just saw you but somehow this is different. you'd quickly changed into the zip-up hoodie that he'd bought you, sending it as a surprise after a late night call where you'd mentioned how cute you thought it was. “h-hey.” his voice cracks, caught in his throat. “you look pretty.” jake sets his phone up so that you can see him clearly. you do the same a gentle smile etched on to your lips as you stare back at him. “you say that every night, jakey.”

“cause i mean it.”

there’s a beat of silence before you reposition yourself eyes never leaving the soft glow of your screen. “did you really try to make it on time?” your hand cups your jaw as you rest your head. “to the stream… i mean.” you finish chewing on your lip. “i left work early, skipped dinner... i nearly tripped on the way into my bedroom.”

rubbing a hand over his face he laughs—one that causes you to erupt in soft chuckles yourself. “you’re ridiculous.” you sigh. “i know.” he grins that charmingly boyish grin... the one that makes your heart sink... the one that began all these long calls months ago. “I’m glad… glad that you rushed to see me. it makes me feel special.” your words cause his ears to flush—the man can feel his pants grow more suffocating by the minute. you’re softness riles him up as you confess. “i always do, pretty girl.” he scoots closer to the camera as though he’s trying to reach you through the pixels of the screen. “i missed you.”

“c’mere jakey.” you mutter, begging him to do something you know is impossible.

yet for you, jake brings himself impossibly closer towards the camera. “tell me what you missed.” you whisper. “please,” your breath catches as your fingers dip below the waistband of your underwear. he does the same—palming his bulge through the rough material of his slacks. “i missed your voice.” he grunted. “you’re so soft spoken baby… especially when you’re getting all worked up. ‘start gasping all crazy like you’re trying to catch your breath. I love it.”

“what else?” you whine grinding against your hand as your fingers collect the arousal along your slit. “fuck.” jake swears. “p-pull it out. show me jakey.”

and he does.

he makes quick work of his belt. carefully, he unbuttons his pants, teasingly yanking down his zipper before shuffling out of them. jake’s shirt is already messily unbuttoned—he tugs at the fabric breaking loose before finally removing his boxers, cock springing free and hitting against his stomach. you swear you could’ve cum right then. simply from admiring the expression across his face.. eyebrows knit, plump lips swollen as his cock flushed. the man in the other line continues. “‘missed how you play with your tits… ‘always so sensitive.”

“jake…” you gasp, just how he likes. hands moving to unzip the hoodie and lower you top so that your tits spill free. once they’re out, you carefully shuffle out of your ruined panties—fully bare before him as he thumbs at his leaky tip. his jaw goes slack hung open as his head falls back... he stares at your cunt in awe via his squinted eyes.

“just like that…” you giggle, fingers circling your clit before descending to prod at your fluttering hole. you slip one finger in after the other, steadily fucking yourself. “fa…faster… mpf! wish you could wrap around yourself f’me.” his eyes snap open nodding fervently as he squeezes his hand around the base of his cock, gritting his teeth as his strokes himself at the same pace you curl your fingers.

“i w-wish… agh! fuck… ‘wish you were here…” the words pry themselves from his throat before he can stop it. more incoherent nonsense follows as he allows his hips to buck into the palm of his hand. “m-me too…” you nuzzle your fingertips against the spongy spot buried inside of your cunt, fingers stretching to scissor open your pussy as you look at him with blown out eyes... such a pretty boy falling apart just for you, and you alone.

“wish i could feel you… ‘bet you’d hah..! you’d fuck me so sweetly... wouldn't you, j-jakey?” you clench imaging how well he’d fill you up—how tenderly he’d hold you every night, fucking you like his life depended on it cumming inside of you until you leaked his seed. “fuck,” he pants tongue lolling out as drool pools at the corner of his mouth. “you’d let me, hm?” still fisting his cock, he can feel his stomach flex and his gut tighten. “‘let me fuck you all nice and slow? you’d let me make you fall apart on my cock right?” you nod. "let me cum in your sweet, little pussy?"

“p-please cum with me.” you cry, fingers pumping faster as your hips roll against your hand—palm grinding against your bruised clit. he nods desperately with stuttering hips. moans spill from the both of you hips stuttering as the knot coiling in your stomachs winds itself up. “oh fuck! I’m close pleasepleaseplease… ah!”

ropes of cum shoot out onto his desk and splatter across his stomach, cock twitching in his hand as he breathes heavy watching as you fuck yourself through your orgasm with slick creamed and lathering around your fingers as your eyes roll back. “unggh! ssshit!”

“holy shit.” a lazy smile paints his face as he catches his breath. “you’re amazing.” he compliments, a genuine grin playing at his lips. “me? maybe you should become a camboy yourself…” you giggle exhausted knowing jake is apart of the highlight of your day.

#shariasweet ༉‧₊˚.#enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enha hard hours #enha hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #sim jaeyun hard hours #sim jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #jaeyun hard hours #jaeyun smut #jake smut

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allastoredeer · 1 year ago

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My Hellaverse Writing & Drawing Resources (Masterpost) & Blog Tags

(A lot of this is for me, but feel free to use if you want.)

(Is updated as I stumble across more or make my own resources)

(Real Quick: So, the iPad I use for drawing is now dead (is no longer working and it took all my saved wips with it haha I'm totally fine) thus, I'm unable to work on or post any new art until I can replace it. I’m saving up for a new one, but money is extremely tight and any help—however small—would be so appreciated. You can find the link to my ko-fi page right -> here <- or at the bottom of this post ⬇️)

Blog Tags

#Undercover Angel AU (for my Angel Alastor au)

#allastoredoodles (my art tag)

#Poison AU (for my Angel & Alastor role-swap au)

My World-Building, Character Analysis, and Lore

The Hierarchal Power Structure in Pentagram City + Royal Family Character Analysis

Lucifer's Religious Trauma - Character Analysis

Why I Don't Include Dante's 9 Circles of Hell in my Hellaverse World-Building Lore

More About Dante's 9 Circles + Imp City and the Goetia

Hellborn and Sinner Similarities and Differences + Classism

Hellaverse Canon Lore Tidbits

Note: Some posts may have repeated canon lore

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Hazbin Hotel Facts Part 1

New Information Revealed By The Hazbin Playbill

Art Resources

Alastor

Alastor Drawing Guide

Alastor Cane Drawing Guide & Hand Reference Sheet

Alastor 3/4 (right) Expression Sheet

Alastor Side Profile Breakdown

Full Body Breakdown/Poses

Lucifer

Lucifer Drawing Guide

Demon Form Lucifer Drawing Guide

Vox

Vox Drawing Guide

Husk

Husk Drawing Guide

Rosie

Rosie Drawing Guide

Angel Dust

Angel Dust Drawing Guide

Vaggie

Vaggie Drawing Guide

Character Designs

Sinners From the Show (Collection 1)

Backgrounds

Heaven Embassy (Exterior)

Post-Extermination City-Scape

Writing Resources

The 5 Senses

75 Words That Describe Smell

Descriptive Words for Scents: List of Smell Adjectives

200+ Words to Describe a Voice

How to Describe a Smile in Different Ways

600+ Words to Describe Smiles

What a Decomposing Body Smells Like

300 Creative Words to Describe Hair

General Writing Help

How to Write Immersive Stories Using Description

World Building Tips: Writing Engaging Settings

Writing Action Scenes

Adjectives for Description

Dialogue Tags to Use Instead of Said

6 Seconds, 6 Months - Writing Advice/Challenge

100+ Architecture Terms to Help Describe Buildings

Body Language Cheat Sheets

23 Essential Body Language Examples and Their Meanings

Writing Sex Scenes: How to Heat Up Romance

Miscellaneous

How to Write Realistic Injuries

Explosives and Blasting Agents

BOM: The Next Generation of High Performance Explosives

Burning Points of Various Fabrics

English to Shakespearean (Perfect for Zestial! Thank you @witch-of-the-writing-desk)

English to Old English (Perfect for Zestial! Thank you @witch-of-the-writing-desk)

Fantastic Post About Louisiana and New Orleans (Great for writing Alastor!)

The Complete Butchers Guide to Different Cuts of Meat

What Are the Different Sections or Areas on a Casino Floor?

Casino Design - The Sneaky Tricks That Make You Spend More

A Walk Through the Casino

Radio Scripts from the Golden Age of Radio

Golden Age of Black Radio (Part 1)

Glossary of Early 20th Century Slang in the United States

Historical Slang For Having Sex, From 1351 To Today

Collection of Clothing References for Writing

Portraying Mixed People

Sexual Intimacy During Cancer Treatment

Helpful Websites and Writing Programs

Random Character Generators

Websites For Writers (Collection)

Pacemaker Planner

Hiveword: The Search Engine For Writers

StimuWrite Desktop

OneStopForWriters

LibreOffice (Free Microsoft Word Alternative)

Scrivener

Fighters-Block (Designed specifically to combat writers blocks)

MyNoise (Immersive and customizable soundscapes to help with focus or creating a specific writing atmosphere).

WorldBuilding.StackExchange (A website for answering specific world-building questions)

WordsNStuff (FANTASTIC blog for your all your writing needs)

My Ko-Fi

You know. If you wanna (◕‿◕✿)

#it'll be nice to actually have all my shit in one place #so many things #will add to it as I go #hope this helps for anyone else looking for some tips and resources #allastoredeer #drawing references #writing references #world-building #Hazbin World Building #Resource Masterpost #Hazbin Hotel #Helluva Boss

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 year ago

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Animal reference photo compilation concept test!

I've been saving this project for a new website I'm planning, but that's been delayed by the grindstone of capitalism, so I'm going to set up this part early. This is the concept test for a repository of reference photos of a whole bunch of different species of exotic animals.

For every 50 or so photos I take of an animal, there's generally only a couple that I like and are also in focus and also framed correctly. But that led me to realize... all those slightly blurry or off-center photos are probably a great set of references for people interested in general shape/form/movement for their art! So I'm setting up of the idea before fully committing the time into making it happen.

I've been going through my photo backlog and pulling out the shots I think will be useful for art references. Lots of them show posture, facial movement, close-ups of feet or eyes, and walk cycles, but also other behaviors like jumping or drinking. They're not perfect - there's often stuff out of focus or reflections on the glass - but I think they'll still be useful for art?

The link below is to the Dropbox where I'll host these photos until I eventually get that new website/project up and running. Right now I've got folders of four species uploaded for this test: California Condor (CW for carcass feed photos), Jaguar, Komodo Dragon, and Moose. Please go check them out and tell me what you think!

~~WADTT Animal Reference Photos Dropbox Link~~

What I'm looking to learn from y'all is:

Is this type of reference photo repository useful / worth doing?

Do these photos work or are they too blurry/wonky/there's too many?

What things would make a project like this better? (Caveat, it has to stay on Dropbox for now).

If this turns out to be as useful as I'm hoping, and the photos work, I've got a whole bunch more species to upload.

#zoo photos #art reference #art references #animal photos #drawing reference #this is a test #my photography #zoo photography #feedback requested please #if you use these please tag me in the final art so I can see what they created

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omgthatdress · 1 year ago

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An Analysis of the Ubiquity of Mall Brands in the late 1990s to early 2000s, or

I Fucking Hate These Guys

by OMG!thatdress

If you were a tween to teenager from roughly 1997 to 2004, chances are, you were left with profound life-long trauma caused by someone wearing Tommy Hilfiger, Abercrombie & Fitch, Ralph Lauren, Nautica, American Eagle, The Gap, Old Navy, or, if you were came along a little later, Hollister or Aeropoastale.

I cannot overstate to my young followers how over-saturated these brand names were in teen culture at the turn of the millennium, the extend to which EVERYONE was wearing them, and yet, in a weird way, how light the imprint they actually left on fashion history was.

Watching iconic teen shows of the era, you don't see any of them because a.) TV teenagers tend to be way cooler and more stylish than awkward and desperate real teenagers actually are, and b.) these brands were all copyright protected, which kept their names and logos off the airwaves.

Look in a middle school yearbook, however, you'll see it. Look at your aunt and uncle's high school photo albums, you'll see it. Ask any late Gen X or early Millennial. It was real and it was fucking awful.

The big question is why? Why? WHY, GOD WHY?! There's a lot of answers to that question.

First of all, I'm going to cite this absolutely wonderful article from Collector's Weekly about why everyone's grandma had a hideous orange couch in the 70s, and give the most simple and straightforward answer: it's what was available.

This is when the concept of online shopping is still very much in its infancy, and the hub of American consumer culture was still your local mall. If you needed new clothes, you went to the mall. And guess what stores were at every local mall? You guessed it.

For the second answer, I'm going to dig up this utter relic from the early days of internet meme-ing, that has nonetheless stuck with me and had a profound impact of my understanding of how popular fashion works:

I'm pretty sure that the reason Abercrombie & Fitch manages to survive as a brand today rests solely increasingly middle-aged Millennial men whose sense of style has refused to evolve past the shit their mom bought them in high school.

And why the hell would they? Nobody wore Abercrombie because it made them stand out or feel special. I'm still pretty convinced that nobody actually *liked* the aesthetic or thought the clothes actually looked good. You need not look past the basic color palette to understand these were not brands meant for uniqueness or self-expression.

While Britney Spears pranced around stage in her iconic neon colors and body glitter, American teenagers existed in a never-ending hellscape of washed-out neutrals, faded denim, and American flag primary colors.

All of which served its exact purpose: it was safety. It was a way to appear cool if you didn't want to go through the ordeal of actually having a personality or a sense of style. Which, of course, goes back to point number one: it was just shit you bought at the mall because you needed clothes.

It wasn't enough to save you once the school bully caught that whiff of autism and/or queerness on you, but it was enough that you could blend into the herd and pray no one ever noticed you.

Underneath it all was a very subtle undercurrent of class and classism: to wear mall brands was to declare to the world that you could indeed afford to shop at the mall. It meant you weren't, god forbid, poor.

Status symbol clothing goes back to the invention of clothing itself. The concept of brands as status symbols is still very much alive and well, its just more limited to actual luxury brands nowadays. One need look no further than your favorite high-end children's clothing website to see that rich parents still very much think it important that you know their five-year-old is wiping its boogers on Versace.

None of these brands were actual high-end luxury brands, but they still advertised and presented themselves as such. Their ads featured signifiers of "all-american" (read: White) wealth: yachts, skiing, horses, beaches, shirtless dudes with chiseled abs playing verious sportsballs.

The color palettes and cuts mimicked the preppy "Ivy" style of the New England old-money elite, along with their hobbies and lifestyle. You may not actually own a horse, but you can wear a polo shirt. You may not be able to run without breaking your ankle, but you wear the same shirt as the dude holding a football in the ad.

It was an elitist, White and skinny image that didn't age well into the diversity and body-positivity of the 2010s.

In 2003, a lawsuit was filed against Abercrombie & Fitch alleging systematic racial discrimination. People of color were rarely hired, and if they were, they were given jobs in the back, away from customer view. In 2005, the U.S. district court approved a settlement of $50,000. A few years ago, Netflix released the documentary White Hot: The Rise and Fall of Abercrombie & Fitch which admittedly I haven't watched yet because my hatred runs too deep to remind myself of its existence.

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It was a hatred of Abercrombie & the (white, thin, neurotypical, heterosexual) conformity that it represented that drove me screaming into the loving arms of Hot Topic and Linkin Park. Jordan Calhoun wrote an excellent article for the Atlantic about his experience growing up poor and Black and not fitting in to the Abercrombie aesthetic.

I would be very remiss if I didn't bring up the "urban" mall brands of the early 2000s: Fubu, Sean Jean, Ecko, Baby Phat, among others. They were favored by Black teenagers and White teenagers who wanted to be Black. I know there's a lot to be said about these brands, but I'm too Caucasian to really be able to talk about them with nuance. Maybe someone else will, and I will be very happy to listen.

As much as I hate Tommy Hilfiger, I really do have to give him credit for recognizing the incredibly lucrative "street wear" market and selling power of hip-hop. While most of these mall brands kept their image sparkling White, Tommy made Aaliyah his brand ambassador and regularly appeared in the wardrobes of popular rap and R&B artists of the time.

It'd be very easy and very reductive to say that the changing ideology of the 2010s was the downfall of preppy mall brands, but really, the thing that truly killed them was the downfall of the mall itself. Shopping habits changed, and logos and brand names no longer held the power they once had.

The moral of the story is that being a teenager is fucking hell, and these popular brands both offered the safety of conformity and a status symbol to hold over the heads of the poor and uncool. The irony is that everyone who hated them as teenagers (read: ME) and the freaks who grew up to truly love the power of self-expression through personal style (read: ME) became the truly cool people. If you wore Abercrombie you grew up to vote for Donald Trump.

GO GOTH. PREPS SUCK. THE END.

#1990s #2000s #Tommy Hilfiger #Abercrombie & Fitch #Ralph Lauren

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rasb7rry · 8 months ago

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hey assholes it's your girl himi and im gonna prove to you that the new leaks are FAKE (credits to Sammy and fawx on twt for alot of evidence) some evidence (mostly in the end) is just my own speculation!

1) FIRST OF ALL THE CHANGE IN ARTSTYLE like sure horis artstyle has evolved and improved but the artstyle is easily distinguishable, the leaks just don't look right

2) the missing scars -- in the new leaks both izuku and shoto are missing their new scars

3) ochako holding things with her pinky is odd because everywhere else she doesn't use her pinky to make sure she doesn't make them float HORI CAN'T FORGET A DETAIL LIKE THAT

4) the official leaks are supposed to come out on the 4th of december

5) theres too many pages – every other time there were 3-4 pages max, why the hell would the leaks have these many times this time ONLY

6) the english translations took time, why did they come out this early this time..

7) we have no clue where leakers are finding these leaks

8) none of the leaks picture a book and theyre all digitized unlike every other time..

9) a japanese speaker went on the official website and the extra chapter is NOT official

10) in the previous leaks other credits are tagged

11) izuocha being canon would be forced and rushed – like it doesn’t add up to me, ochako putting away her feelings about izuku is the start of her character development.. It doesn’t make sense if she goes back to those feelings she put aside BEFORE THE WAR this late into adulthood

12) the fact that there’s barely any mention of the suit in general is throwing me off too – like in the last chapter there isnt enough info about it either so id expect the extra chapter to have atleast A LITTLE MORE INFO

13) himiko and katsuki just being izuochas wingmen makes zero sense to me like this feels like fanfiction its OUT OF CHARACTER FOR THEM ALL

14) hori HINTS romance rather than stating it – like bkdk his hinted in the japanese manga and togachako isnt as subtle but its HINTED so him randomly deciding to make izuocha obviously canon just feels wrong

15) NO MENTION OF HAWKS?? A MAIN PRO HERO?? OR ENDEVOUR?? ANOTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTER??

16) WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LEAGUE..? LIKE HIMIKO AND DABI ARE THE ONLY ONES MENTIONED. WHERE IS SHIGARAKI. THE MAIN VILLAIN. IZUKU COULDNT SAVE HIM PROPERLY SO THAT MUSTVE SCARRED HIM SOMEWHAT..?

17) okay so its said that izuku joins KATSUKI’S AGENCY first of all its wonder DUO, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THEIR AGENCY – putting that aside no way in hell would katsuki open an agency that fast.. like since izukus still a teacher here, we know he went to get a teachers degree after highschool so its confirmed that hes in his early 20s, and katsukis the same age, its unlikely that he could open an agency that quickly

18) adding to my last point, in the last chapter, katsuki kept his hero ranks low on purpose until izukus suit is over so its way more likely that he probably working for an agency and also the fact that he probably started working after most of his classmates because of his heart issues SO NO WAY DID HE SET UP AN AGENCY ON HIS OWN WITHOUT IZUKU THAT FAST

19) THE PAGES AREN’T RELEASED DIGITALIZED UNTIL THE OFFICIAL RELEASE

20) text bubbles from the leaks look like theyre from some shoujo more than horikoshis

21) if a handhold is soooooooo romantic then what the hell was bkdks handholds…. handholds plural btw BKDKS HANDHOLDS ARE ALSO WAY MORE INTIMATE.. LIKE?

22) how are you still dreaming about toga after like a decade and then u decide u want some guy who u liked for like half a year and who you GOT OVER

23) ochakos character revolves around izuku in these leaks which makes NO SENSE BECAUSE CANONICALLY SHES MORE THAN THAT. THAT CRUSH IS OVER. ITS BEEN ESTABLISHED. HER DREAM WAS TO SAVE PEOPLE AND SEE THEM SMILE, NOT WIN OVER IZUKU,, HER CHARACTER IS SO MISUNDERSTOOD BY FANS SO ITS VERYYYYYYYY LIKELEY THAT A FAN LIKE THAT DREW THESE LEAKS

anyways in the actual last chapter bakudeku kiss and himiko comes back to life for ochako and everybody lives happily ever after ❤️

#im too lazy too add images but go check the twt links i added at the top for them #i know im biased and this is VERY ship heavy but still i refuse to believe those leaks until december fourth #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #bnha #bakudeku #togachako #izuocha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #bkdk #deku #katsuki bakugo #toga himiko #ochako uraraka

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honeydippedfiction · 3 months ago

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Please I need Joe and Angel with 'i need you. please. i'll be quick.' and 'go on. fuck yourself on my cock'. Maybe while they're still at LSU and Joe has to go to practice and Angel just misses her man, she's ovulating and can't keep her hands off of him

Nastyyyy and god I love it

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i need you. please. i'll be quick.' and 'go on. fuck yourself on my cock'

LSU!Joe Burrow x Angel

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The sun dipped lazily behind the oak trees outside Joe Burrow’s apartment, casting long streaks of gold across the hardwood floor. The late afternoon light filtered through half-open blinds, giving the small living room a drowsy warmth. The air was still, thick with that comfortable quiet that only comes after long, busy days.

Joe sat sunk into the middle cushion of the couch, socked feet propped on the coffee table, his arm draped over the shoulder of the woman curled into his side. Angel fit there like she’d been made for it—legs tucked beneath her, head resting against his chest, one hand splayed across his stomach. She wore his purple LSU hoodie, far too big for her, the sleeves covering her fingers. Her tight curls were still damp from a quick shower, her skin glowing in the natural light, fresh-faced and calm in a way that felt rare these days.

On the muted television, a rerun of ESPN’s College Gameday droned on, talking heads analyzing SEC stats and playoff predictions. Neither of them was listening.

Joe’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He glanced at it and sighed quietly. 6:12 p.m. He had just under thirty minutes to be on the practice field.

He shifted slightly, his muscles still sore from the morning session. “I gotta head out soon.”

Angel didn’t move. If anything, she melted deeper into his side, her voice muffled against his chest. “No. You just sat down.”

Joe smirked, rubbing her shoulder with slow circles of his thumb. “I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour.”

“Not long enough,” she murmured. “Not for me.”

He hesitated. He hated leaving like this. She knew how full his days were—early film sessions, team lifts, practice, meetings—but she never guilt-tripped him. Never whined. That wasn’t her. But sometimes, like now, the fatigue and the distance caught up with them both.

Angel shifted, turning her face up toward him. Her brown eyes were soft, searching his. “You know I haven’t seen you for more than ten minutes straight since Tuesday?”

Joe tilted his head. “We had lunch yesterday.”

“That was fifteen minutes,” she corrected. “And you spent half of it texting your quarterback coach.”

Joe opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. She wasn’t wrong.

“I miss you, Joe,” she said simply.

He sighed again, but this time it was heavier, touched with something like guilt. “I miss you, too. Every day.”

Angel pulled back slightly, sitting up just enough to look at him fully. “I know we both got dreams,” she said. “And I’m proud of you. You know that. Watching you out there on the field? That’s my favorite thing in the world. But sometimes I just…” She trailed off, shrugging a little. “I just want you to skip a practice and hold me instead.”

Joe reached out, brushing a curl away from her cheek. “You know I would if I could.”

She gave a weak laugh. “You’d never miss practice.”

“Not if I want to keep playing,” he said, half-smiling.

Angel leaned back into him, her voice barely a whisper. “Can’t Coach O give you, like, a love-sick pass or something?”

Joe laughed out loud. “That man barely believes in water breaks. You think he’s handing out romance time?”

“Okay, fair,” she mumbled against his sweatshirt.

The room went quiet again, save for the faint hum of the A/C unit kicking on. Angel sighed and clung to him a little tighter.

Joe looked at the clock again. 6:17 now. He should’ve been up already. But her arms were around him, and the weight of her head on his chest made it hard to move.

“What did you do today?” he asked, softly, trying to make it feel like they had more time than they did.

Angel tilted her head up without letting go. “Had my Sports Broadcasting seminar. We broke down interview techniques, did a mock press conference. I was the reporter. Crushed it, obviously.”

“I bet you did,” Joe said, genuinely proud.

“Then I worked in the control room for the women’s volleyball game. Helped produce the halftime feature. Next week, they want me on-camera.”

Joe grinned. “Told you. You’re a natural.”

“Mhmm,” she said, nuzzling closer. “But I’d still trade all that for five more minutes with you right now.”

Joe kissed the top of her head, then her temple. “You’re gonna be incredible, Angel. You already are.”

Her voice turned playful. “That’s what I keep telling you. I’m a catch. You’re lucky I waited this long for you to realize it.”

Joe smirked. “I knew it the first day I met you in that Sports Comm building.”

Angel raised a brow. “You mean when you bumped into me and made me spill my coffee all over my interview notes?”

“I bought you a new one,” he said defensively.

“And flirted your way out of an apology.”

“Worked, didn’t it?” he said with a grin.

Angel rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Barely.”

The laughter faded into quiet again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. Just calm. Full. Comfortable.

Joe finally sat up a little straighter, his body protesting. “Alright, for real now—I’ve gotta go.”

Angel let out a dramatic groan and threw her arms around his waist like a kid refusing to go to school. “Noooo.”

Joe stood—or, at least, he tried to.

He shifted beneath Angel, bracing his hands on either side of her waist, trying to gently lift her as he sat up straighter on the couch. But before he could even swing one leg off the cushion, her arms clamped tighter around his torso.

“Angel,” he said, his voice half-scolding, half-laughing.

“Nope,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Babe…”

She slid fully into his lap, legs straddling him now, arms around his neck like vines. Joe froze. She wasn’t playing fair.

“I got twenty minutes to be on the field.”

“You’ve got twenty minutes to be with me,” she corrected, lifting her head to look him dead in the eye. Her expression was soft but stubborn, a quiet fire behind her gaze. “Let the team have you for the rest of the night. I get these twenty.”

Joe sighed. “You know if I’m late, Coach—”

“—will give you hell, I know,” she said quickly, already mimicking Coach O’s raspy bark. “‘You wanna run plays or run laps, Bawrow?’”

Joe laughed, shaking his head. “That’s exactly what he sounds like.”

“I’ve been traumatized,” she said, mock serious. “I hear his voice in my sleep.”

But she wasn’t moving. If anything, she shifted closer, letting her forehead rest against his, their breath mingling between them.

He looked at her, really looked—at the gold flecks in her brown eyes, the smooth glow of her skin in the fading sunlight, the quiet ache sitting just behind her smile. And he felt it, too—that tug in his chest that no two-a-days or quarterback film sessions could distract him from. She was his peace. His person. And no matter how focused he was on the NFL dream, she was always somewhere in the background of it—holding a camera, scribbling in a notepad, waiting in the stands.

“You’re killing me, you know that?” he murmured.

Angel tilted her head. “In a good way?”

He nodded slowly, his hands sliding around her waist. “In the best way.”

She leaned in and kissed him—slow and warm, the kind of kiss that didn’t ask for anything but gave everything. When she pulled back, her lips hovered just over his.

“Tell me something true,” she whispered.

Joe blinked. “Like what?”

“Anything. I just want to hear you.”

He paused, his fingers tracing lazy lines along the hem of her hoodie. “Okay,” he said. “Truth: I don’t feel like the guy everyone thinks I am—not all the time.”

Angel’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

Joe swallowed. “They all see this calm, cool QB with swagger, but sometimes, I feel like I’m still that quiet kid from Athens, just trying not to screw everything up.”

Angel’s voice was soft. “You don’t screw things up, Joe.”

He met her eyes. “I feel like I could. Especially with you.”

A silence settled over them. But it wasn’t awkward—it was honest.

Angel leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, then rested her head against his shoulder again. “Well,” she murmured, “here’s my truth: I knew you were it for me before you ever threw a pass at Tiger Stadium.”

Joe looked down at her, surprised. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “First day we met, when you helped me pick up my notes and asked me if I wanted to go over sports media law together—which I’m still convinced was just a line.”

“It was,” Joe admitted.

Angel snorted. “Thought so.”

He held her tighter, the weight of her in his lap anchoring him more than anything ever had.

Outside, the sky was slipping into lavender, the early evening shadows stretching across the buildings of the athlete complex. His phone buzzed again—probably a text from a teammate or trainer—but he ignored it this time.

Angel’s arms were still locked around him. No part of her budged. She wasn’t letting go, and truth be told, he didn’t want her to.

He kissed the top of her head. “Okay,” he whispered. “You win. Five more minutes.”

Angel smiled against his neck. “Five, huh?”

Joe laughed. “Ten. But that’s my final offer.”

She settled deeper into him with a satisfied hum. “We’ll see.”

It was always like this when she was ovulating—restless, clingy, like she couldn’t get enough of his skin against hers. She needed to feel him in her hands and her arms and her mouth, like she was taking pieces of him she could keep.

Angel had been trying not to think about it, honestly, but it was hard when all she wanted to do was climb into his lap and never leave. And she knew he could feel it, too. She’d seen it in the way he’d looked at her the second she walked into the apartment earlier—hungry, like she was something to be devoured.

So yeah, she knew it was her hormones talking. But that didn’t make it any less true.

She lifted her head to kiss him, but he pulled back, brows furrowed.

“Angel—” he started.

“What?” she said, already knowing.

“Practice—”

“I know,” she interrupted. She leaned forward until her forehead rested against his again. Her voice turned into a quiet whine. “Please don’t leave yet.”

Joe sighed and shifted beneath her. She could feel his resolve wavering.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said.

Angel leaned back enough to look at him. “Since when do I play fair?”

“You’re supposed to be the good one,” he said, smiling. “You always tell me to go to practice and don’t stay too long in the facility.”

Angel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I know if you get too ahead of yourself, they’ll just keep piling on more. I’m not letting them take your nights from you.”

Joe’s hands slid further under her sweatshirt, around her bare waist. “What if I want them to?”

“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “You need a break.”

“You’re my break.”

Angel blinked at him. “Joe—”

He sat up, his nose brushing hers. “You are,” he said quietly, seriously. “Even if I only get ten minutes of you after a long day, it’s the best part of it.”

Angel stared at him, suddenly short of breath. He’d said things like that before, but tonight it felt different—more honest, more desperate.

She shifted in his lap again, his words settling on her skin like a second layer. “Okay, but what if I want more?” she whispered.

His eyes dropped to her lips. “More what?”

Angel leaned in, her mouth hovering just over his. Her voice was barely audible. “More of you.”

Joe groaned. “Baby—”

Angel cut him off, shifting again, her hips pressing down against his.

“—I have to leave in—” He picked his phone up from the couch cushion. Angel watched him blink, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Fifteen minutes.”

Angel whined, rolling her hips against him again. His hands tightened on her waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, holding her there for a second before letting her move again. She felt him hardening beneath her.

“Joe…” she whispered, letting her eyes flutter closed. “I need you.”

“Angel…” he said, his voice a quiet warning.

“Please.” She opened her eyes, her gaze locked on his. “Please. I’ll be quick. Please, Joey.”

He let out a breath that was almost a growl. Angel could feel his hands shaking slightly, and she knew she had him.

His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him, his mouth pressing against her neck as he spoke. “Fine,” he breathed. “Fine. But we’ve gotta be fast.”

Angel nodded quickly. “Fast. Yeah. I can do fast.”

She slid her hands under his sweatshirt, pulling at his shirt, her palms raking over his chest. Her hips were still moving, rolling, grinding down against him like she’d never be close enough. She wanted all of him in all of her.

“Fuck, Angel,” he breathed against her skin. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“You,” she answered honestly. “It’s you.”

His hands slipped around her back, sliding under her hoodie and tank top to grip her bare skin. Angel arched into him, her hips working against him harder now. She felt desperate—her body aching, burning, like she didn’t have a second to lose.

Joe leaned back against the couch, pulling her with him. He shifted her in his lap until she was almost on her knees, her weight pressing down, his length hard against the seam of his shorts.

Angel reached between them, her hand slipping into the band of his shorts, into his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked—once, twice, three times—watching his head tip back as a low moan slipped out of him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his hips thrusting up into her hand.

Angel leaned down, her mouth brushing his ear. “I don’t have time for you to be slow,” she said, pumping him faster. “And we don’t have condoms, so…”

She let her voice trail off, letting him catch her meaning.

Joe’s eyes snapped open. “You…” His voice caught. He cleared his throat, his hands gripping her waist again. “You want me to—”

“Yes,” Angel said, breathless, her fingers tightening around him. “Now.”

Joe didn’t hesitate. His hand fumbled between them, tugging at the waistband of his boxers and shorts, pulling them just far enough to let him spring free. Angel shifted higher on her knees, one hand braced against his chest, the other still wrapped around his cock, stroking him. His hands slid down to her sweatpants, yanking them down just past her hips before fumbling to pull her underwear to the side. Angel held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs, her skin hot and flushed as she watched his expression shift from determined to desperate.

“Fuck—” Joe breathed, his gaze shifting up to her face. “Come here.”

Angel was already moving, shifting back down in his lap, her free hand braced behind her. Joe’s hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself onto him, gasping as she took him in.

“Shit, Angel,” Joe whispered, his voice catching, his head tipping forward. His eyes squeezed closed as he let out a long, shaky breath.

Angel pressed her forehead to his, her breath uneven already, her hips moving against him as she started to grind down.

But suddenly, his hands were gone.

Angel’s eyes snapped open.

Joe was looking at her now, his eyes half-lidded, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Joe?” she breathed. Her voice cracked.

He reached up, running a hand along the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. Angel’s hips were still rocking against him, the friction just enough to drive her a little crazy. She tried to lean in to kiss him, to take his bottom lip between hers and suck, to get him to grip her waist again, to thrust up into her—but he leaned back, just out of reach.

Angel whined again. “Joe…” Her voice sounded needy, almost pained.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, he smiled wider.

“Come on, Angel,” he said quietly. “If you wanted it fast, you gotta take it.”

Angel blinked, her brows furrowing as she processed his words. “Joe—” she started.

“Uh uh, you couldn’t wait so come on, baby.” he said, cutting her off with a soft tsk. He reached up again, running his hand along her jawline, down her neck, before dropping back to the couch cushion. He was leaning back now, propped up on his elbows, watching her—smirking, waiting, like he had all the time in the world.

Angel’s mouth dropped open. She stopped moving.

“Joe, I don’t want to—” She let out a breath, her cheeks flushing. “I just wanted you to…”

But she didn’t have to finish. He knew.

He knew exactly what she wanted.

He knew how much she loved it when he fucked her, like he was taking something from her, owning it. How she loved being on top of him when he finally gave in, when he grabbed her and held her down and thrust up into her so hard she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel him in her, around her, everywhere. She loved watching him get lost in her—his eyes wild, his mouth open, his hair messed by her hands. She loved seeing him unravel because of her. Because she let him. Because he let her.

But this? Her moving, her working, her taking? That wasn’t what she wanted. Not right now.

“Joe…” she whined.

He let out a low groan and lifted his hips beneath her, his cock twitching inside her. Angel bit her lip to keep from crying out, her hands gripping his chest as she tried to steady herself.

“I need you to—” she whispered, her voice catching.

“Need me to what?” Joe’s voice was low, teasing. “Tell me.”

Angel’s breath caught. She shook her head.

Joe raised a brow. He lifted a hand and ran it over her shoulder, down her arm, and back up again. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, his tone soft, coaxing. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you.”

Angel let out a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on his. “I want you to fuck me.”

Joe’s expression shifted. His eyes darkened, his brows furrowing, his lips parting. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hips thrusting under her again, a groan slipping out of him. Angel gasped, her back arching, her body shuddering at the sensation.

But then he was still again, his gaze locked on her, his voice low. “Go on then,” he said. He lifted his hands and placed them behind his head, leaning back against the couch again. His gaze never left hers. “I’m not stopping you.”

Angel stared, her mouth open. “You—” she tried.

“I’m not gonna move, Angel,” he interrupted, his tone serious. “So if you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to do the work.”

“Joe, I don’t—” she started again. But she couldn’t get the words out.

He sat up slowly, leaning forward until his mouth was at her ear. His fingers tapped the curve of her ass and he whispered, “Go on, then. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need.”

Angel groaned, a sound caught somewhere between a whine and a whimper and something else she couldn’t name.

His words settled over her like something she could feel, his tone warm and teasing and so fucking sure of himself. She hated that he was right—that this was exactly what she needed.

She started moving again, her hips rolling against him, her breath catching as she leaned into him. Joe’s hands were still propped behind his head, his expression smug, his eyes watching her, following her, taking her in. Angel felt herself burning under his gaze, her skin flushing, her heart racing.

She couldn’t stop now, not when he was looking at her like that—not when he was inside her like this.

She straightened up, her hands braced on his shoulders as she started bouncing on his cock—fast, frantic. She heard his breath catch, felt him twitch inside her again. It spurred her on, her hips slamming down against his, again, again, again.

Angel rolls her hips up, taking more of his cock in her. Joe wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to stretch her out, and she’s damn near ready to cream herself as he fills her.

“You’re going to make me late for practice,” Joe whines, bringing her back down on his cock. She cries out softly, and he chuckles at her response. “Come on, Angel, you’re going to get me in trouble,” he teases. “Fuck yourself on me before I make you.”

Angel moans, nodding her head, and starts a slow grind on his cock. “This what you wanted, baby girl? You wanted to be stuffed and filled up, huh? Just can’t get enough can you?” Angel nods, grinding faster, and Joe’s head lolls back. “God I’ve spoiled you too much, pretty girl.” he mutters to himself.

Joe reaches down to stroke her clit, and Angel’s pace falters. She can’t help it, though. He’s so fucking deep inside of her, and every time she moves down, her clit rubs against his pelvis. Angel loves it and can’t get enough.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Joe murmurs, rubbing her clit faster. “Don’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

Angel moans loudly, fucking herself faster on his cock while he plays with her clit. She’s going to cum soon, and it’s going to be hard. She knows it, and so does Joe.

“Fuck, yes,” Joe breathed, his head tipping back. “Just like that.”

Angel kept moving, kept riding him, even as she watched his hands slip from behind his head to her hips. She bit her lip, her muscles burning as she worked, as she took her pleasure from him, as she let herself go.

She was close. So close. She could feel the heat building in her core, her toes already curling as she gasped, moaned, whined. She was almost there. Almost.

Joe slammed his hips up into her, causing Angel to falter in her pace and throw her head back in a silent scream, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hands scrambled to grab onto something.

“Gotta hurry up, baby,” he said, smirking up at his girlfriend of the past year. Angel was doing her best to get off in the next five minutes, but Joe’s deep strokes weren’t helping her at all. Her pace was beginning to slow down, and her moans were becoming louder. She felt her climax nearing but also felt that she wasn’t going to get to it in the way that she wanted to.

“Fuck Joe!” she moaned out, finally collapsing on top of his chest. He thrust up into her from under her, still giving her those deep strokes that she loved, making her feel every inch of his thick cock. Angel swore that Joe could fuck her dumb like this, making her forget about everything she needed to do and just focus on how he was making her feel. Her moans just spurred him on, and he took over the pace, fucking up into her hard and deep.

“Ride me,” he told her, slapping her thigh lightly as he spoke. Angel bit her lip and sat up a little straighter on his cock. She started bouncing slowly, but she didn’t have the energy to do what they both wanted right now. Joe could tell, so he slapped her thigh again and thrust up into her a couple of times. “Fuck, baby, I’m serious,” he said breathlessly. Angel smirked a little and then started moving faster on him.

“Like that?” she asked, throwing her hips back and forth on him. Joe smacked her thigh in response, and she picked up her pace again, leaning forward and placing her hands on his chest for support. Her ass clapped against his thighs as she rode him, and her moans filled the room. Joe’s eyes were glued to the sight of Angel riding him. Her hair fell in her face, and her lips were parted as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Joe sat up quickly, causing Angel to let out a small squeal in surprise, but he didn’t care. He sat up and pulled her close so that he could kiss her and suck on her nipples as she continued to bounce on his dick.

Suddenly, Joe’s hands gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust up to meet her. Angel cried out, the sound ripped out of her as she felt him hit somewhere deep.

“Yes, baby, come on,” Joe said, his voice encouraging, desperate. “That’s it. Just like that. You feel so good, Angel. So good.” He let out a choked groan. “Fuck, I love it when you ride me. I love watching you take what you need. Come on, baby. Let me see you come.”

Angel felt herself tightening around him, her body shuddering as she moved. She was so close. So, so close.

“Joe—” she cried, her voice barely audible. Her hands were fisted in his shirt, her body bouncing hard on his, her head thrown back. “Joe, Joe, Joe—”

“Yeah, baby,” Joe grunted, his thrusts fast and hard. “Let me hear you.” His hands tightened on her hips, his grip almost bruising. “Come for me.”

And just like that, Angel was falling—her body shaking, her mind spinning, her back arching. “Joe, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned into his neck, and within a few seconds, she was shaking on top of him, riding out her orgasm on his dick as he continued to thrust up into her. When her shaking stopped, he pulled her back up into his lap and positioned her so that she was now kneeling over him with her feet on the sides of his hips and her hands on his chest.

He was getting close, so he picked up the pace again by thrusting up into her from underneath her. He could tell that she was getting close too, so he reached down between their bodies to rub her clit.

“Fuck, Angel, I’m about to cum,” Joe moaned into her neck, her scent invading his nose. He could feel his orgasm building up in his lower stomach, but Angel wasn’t there yet, so he quickly pulled out of her and rubbed her clit until she came all over his fingers. He kissed her once she was done cumming, and then he pulled her back onto his cock.

“I love you, baby,” Angel moaned as she rode out the last of her high on Joe’s cock. She bit into his shoulder to try and stifle her moans, and Joe moaned loudly from the sensation of her teeth piercing into his skin. He held onto her waist tightly as he came deep inside of her, and she stilled her pace so he could ride out his high. When he was finished, he fell back against the couch.

When she finally opened her eyes, Joe was watching her.

He lifted a hand, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. He didn’t smile, didn’t say anything, his expression soft, almost reverent. Angel leaned into his touch, her heart still pounding.

Suddenly, she heard a faint buzzing sound. She looked down, confused. “Is that your phone?”

“Fuck,” Joe groaned. “Practice. I gotta go.”

Angel sat back, pulling herself off him. “Sorry,” she said, her cheeks flushing.

Joe shook his head. “No,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into him for a kiss. “Don’t be. I wanted you to have it. I told you, I’ll give you whatever you need, baby.”

Angel smiled as she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around him. She knew he meant it, and it made her want him all over again.

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