#instead of enabling you to whip out the master ball on turn one and not get to experience the epicness and music of the fight

[goldensunset]

love seeing that other people used the beast ball on terapagos. same brain 👋

[wavbleu]

Jordan powell: Punishment pt 2

TW: KIDNAPPING, (some) FEAR PLAY, KNIFE PLAY, FORCE FUCKING, DEGRADING, BONDAGE , AND OVERSTIMULATION , STOP READING IF YOU ARE TRAUMATIZED OR VANILLA.

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*Click,Clack,Click,Clack*

Goes the tall cold man's heavyweight boots echoing through the halls; You looked up at the grey door, watching the doorknob steadily turn left.

It was him.

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You sat in the cold room, wearing nothing but dainty, fragile, pink panties, braless ; Still tied down to the lumpy uncomfortable metal chair, silenced by the rope around your mouth.

You shook in horror and dismay thinking about what he'd do to you this time, would he seduce you with his charms , tie you up and use you like a toy? Or would he finally develop mercy and let you out. Ha. Hardly doubt that. Thats what you hated about Jordan, there was no definite answer of what he'd do to you and he always kept you guessing your fate.

Although you hated how you were tied down majority of the time and Jordan's boastful and cocky attitude , you guiltily liked the fact that you were getting used and put into your place; like a good little whore.

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Jordan walked into the room welcomed by the cold air, "Geesh why didnt you tell me it was so cold." He'd look at the rope around your mouth and chuckle , "oh right."

He lightly kicked the door shut with his boot and walked towards you, he had 2 slices of pizza placed onto a paper plate in one hand and 2 cold sprites in the other.

What kinda kidnapper feeds the kidnapped.. and on top of that decent food? You thought to yourself.

He placed the food onto the gray table in front of you, making your mouth start watering, you were hungry and you haven't eaten anything all day.

But instead of untying you to eat, Jordan grabbed a wooden chair and swiftly sat backwards on it, he opened the sprite and it let out a small "tssst" before he started to slowly drink it in front of you.

You looked at the food then at him; just hoping he would take a hint and untie you. But he just stared at you, sipping his soda.

He's taunting me isnt he?

"Something bothering you? its ok you can tell me." He joked and laughed continuously taking a small swish out of the sprite.

You let out a loud frustrated groan at how he's playing stupid.

"Calm down princess, i just wanna finish my drink." He mocked, then started to sip his stupid sprite even slower than before, even making sound effects along with it.

Your stomach let out a loud growl making you crunch up as a reaction; you looked up at him again with an obvious face that showed how done you are with his bullshit antics.

"Fineeee!" ,"Gee your no fun." He mumbles before getting up , slamming the sprite can on the table and untying you. 

He satirically let out a loud groan as he untied your ropes and unraveled the hard knots he put in place . Starting out with your mouth, enabling you to talk, your shoulders and arms, and lastly your feet.

You were free, the tension the rope put on your arms and legs gradually began to release itself from your body .

Jordan got onto his knees in front of you and began softly kissing and caressing your thighs nibbling at them and leaving hickeys on them. You felt a tingling sensation go down your body as he started to kiss up your thigh, you wanted him to stop but no.. keep going. Until you remembered how hungry you are and how the pizzas right there.

You jerked and moved your thighs throwing him off of what he was doing, he then looked up at you and seemed to be pissed off.

"You know toys are supposed to be fun." , " and your fucking boring."

"Well if im boring then let me out." You snapped back, "Not till your broke ass parents give me what i want darling." He sternly yet angrily replied. Pissed off you tried to get up from the stupid metal chair, but he lifted you up and threw you over his strong, broad shoulder. "Put me down!" you screeched, he took your orders (for once) and placed you onto the grey table where the still- pretty-hot pizza was.

What a tease, you thought.

You were close enough to grab the pizza so, you attempted to stick your hand out and hopefully, oh so hopefully you'd be able to grab it and eat, but lucks out, Jordan slapped your hand and cooed "Aw my babygirl wants to eat?" He grabbed the now warm slice of pizza and circled it around your mouth , "Here comes the choo choo train say ahh." You opened your mouth desperate to have a bite , but instead of being welcomed by a nice thin slice of that oh so cheesy pizza, you felt his saliva enter your mouth instead.

Impulsively you kicked him, he bounced back from the impact of it and when he had realized what you've done he got pissed.

You seen the anger rise  in him; he balled his fists and his face dropped into a furious look. You grew fear and distress in your heart.. you had a deep feeling it was gonna be worst than last time.

"Im so sor-" you tried to apologize but was interrupted.

"Oh so the little bitch is hungry so she goes and kicks her daddy." he licks his lips and stares at you "I know what you can eat."

He'd grab a chunk of your hair and drag you off the table forcing you onto your knees, "On your knees bitch . Reply." , "Yes daddy." You gulped knowing you deserved this.

You felt your breath quicken as he angrily unbuckled his pants and whipped out his big dick, dripping of pre-cum and shaking. You looked at his dick then up at him, waiting for your instructions.

"Listen here baby, your gonna take this dick down your throat and were gonna count by 10, every 10 seconds you can breathe. Got it?" He grabbed your face making you look up at him, you slowly nodded and swallowed your spit again, preparing yourself for what your about to take.

"Good girl." He smirked before pushing you onto his dick, from the tip down to his thick base, you gagged up spit struggling to take all 8 inches. His dick slowly entered down your tightening throat, making him release a deep moan.

He started to stroke himself down your throat, going slow since its the first set, He counted to 10 before pulling out and letting you breathe, then sticking his dick down your throat again.

He fucked your throat faster this time, his balls lightly tapped your chin and saliva started to stick onto your face, "Thats a good little toy, thats right, spit up all over it." He stroked one last time before pulling out once again, "thats 20." he moaned, then stuck it down your throat again.

"Use your tongue baby." He groaned, desperately fucking himself into your throat. You took demands and worked your tongue on his dick, he threw his head back and moaned, losing count and forgetting to let you breathe.

"Fuck!" He let out fucking himself deeper into your petite throat, your eyes began to water and tear up as you kept gagging up spit repeatedly. Your pussy was dripping wet, you went to fulfill its needs for before Jordan saw and stopped you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He growled in a pissed off manner, "No, bad girls dont get to touch their selves." he snatched your hand and placed it onto his hip. He grabbed your hair again and stuck his dick deeper inside you, angry at not only how you kicked him but how you decided to touch yourself aswell.

He picked up his black shirt and bit onto it, showing off his sexy six pack, sliding his dick in and out of your throat , his breath quickened and he let out small moans; He bit down onto his shirt and looked up at the ceiling desperately trying to hold himself back from cumming.

"Son of a bitch get on the table." He growled, quickly lifting you up and placing you onto the table, ripping off your panties and sticking his penis into you. You gasped as he forced all his inches into you effortlessly instantly being lubed by your wet pussy. He took notice of how turned on you are by this "Yea you like this dont you my little cum dump? Only stupid sluts enjoys this shit."

He threw your ankles over his shoulders and started to deeply , roughly and aggressively force himself in and out of you, grasping onto your hips and letting out loud deep moans.

The loud claps of his hips thrusting onto you and your thighs filled the cold sex-ified room.

His dick felt absolutely marvelous in you, he made sure to angle himself perfectly thrusting, working at your g-spot and showing it some love.

You held onto his strong forearm to brace yourself for the powerful and compelling orgasm ahead, you looked up at him and moaned, "Im sorry daddy~"

He loved how you moaned and creamed all over his cock, reminding him who has the authority here.

"Who owns you?" He grabbed onto your neck and looked down at you " You do." You cried as you could feel his dick in your womb, "Thats right." He pulled out and opened your legs wide open, beginning to eat you out.

Your legs shivered as he gently sucked onto your clit and softly rubbed it , then stuck his cock back into you. That was your breaking point , you released yourself all over his thick cock letting all of the pleasure override you, causing you to tighten.

He grunted, beginning to dig his nails into your hips bound to leave a mark. Seconds later you felt his warm cum rush into you, Jordan threw his head back and rolled his eyes letting out a deep and sexy "Oh fuck!"

You were happy and proud about how you once again pleased your master , "You better worship that load whore. Now eat up and clean yourself up. Ill be back in an hour." He pulled up his pants and exited the room.

You finally enjoyed your pizza.

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A/n:

MIGHT edit this one later but yay the hoe finally got ha pizza

More requests and scenarios please!🤞🏾😍

[tsuki-chibi]

Marinette March Day 1: Beginnings

Read the fic on AO3: Under My Umbrella

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Watching the rain through a porthole, Marinette discovered, was quite different from seeing it hit the glass above your bed, or even watching it from a beam on the Eiffel Tower. The rain was coming down hard and slanted, with enough of a wind to churn up waves. The force of the waves was enough to rock the boat, which Marinette had expected to be disorienting - but instead, she found it calming. If she closed her eyes, it felt sort of like those nights where she fell asleep on the couch curled up under her papa's big, strong arm, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Except it wasn't a heartbeat she was listening to right now. Aside from the rain against the glass, there was music. Luka was sitting somewhere behind her. His guitar was perched on his knee and he was plucking away at the strings, humming softly under his breath. He didn't seem to be playing any specific song that she could discern, but the melody was nevertheless pleasant.

It should've been a happy moment. Or at least, a contented moment. Marinette pulled her knees up against her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Much like the weather, her mood was rather gloomy. It had been ever since she'd walked Master Fu to the train station six and a half weeks ago. The weight of being the new Guardian was heavy on her shoulders. She had hoped that by coming here to spend some time with Luka, she might be able to forget about it for at least a little while...

Instead, she was sitting here watching the rain and wondering if Chat Noir was out patrolling. It was his night, and that cat was just dumb enough to be out and about even though Hawkmoth had been quiet since his attempt at stealing all of the miraculous. Surely Chat would've realized that he could skip a night... or maybe he hadn't. Just like Marinette, Chat had been unusually somber. He didn't smile or crack jokes or even flirt as much as he used to. Either he was picking up on her mood and reflecting it, or he was feeling the pressure of it all too.

"Marinette?"

Marinette blinked, belatedly realizing that the sound of Luka's guitar had stopped and twisted around to look at him. "What? Sorry, I kind of got lost in my thoughts," she said. "Your song sounded really good, Luka."

He watched her for a moment, a small frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Marinette said automatically. "What makes you ask?"

"I keep trying to find your song, but everything I play comes back... hmm, I'm not even sure what word to use," Luka said, sitting back and adjusting his hold on his guitar. "Melancholic, maybe."

The word struck deep, even though Marinette tried to hide it. She swallowed. "Maybe I'm just not a good muse," she said quietly. It was hard to deal with sometimes, how Luka could see so much and yet so little. He was very good at picking up at emotions, but of course he lacked the context behind it all. And she couldn't tell him even if she wanted to. There was too much, all tangled together into one ball: the burden of Ladybug, being the new Guardian, Adrien and Kagami, what to do about all of the miraculous holders who had been exposed, what to do about Chloé, how they were going to defeat Hawkmoth…

"I wouldn't agree with that," Luka said.

"You wouldn't?" Marinette said.

"Not at all. That's what music is for. To express emotion, from the good to the bad to the sad." Luka strummed his guitar lightly. "It's an outlet. Kind of like design."

"I haven't been able to design much lately," Marinette confessed. Whenever she sat down at her table, she got distracted by thoughts of everything else.

Luka made a soft sound of understanding. "Can I help?"

The question was kind, just as Luka was, and made Marinette smile even as she shook her head. "No, Luka. Thank you, but you can't." But there was one person who could. Someone who was closer to understanding what Ladybug was going through than anyone else. The sudden, irresistible urge to see Chat Noir flooded through her.

"If you figure out a way that I can, let me know. I'm always here for you, Marinette." Luka smiled back, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Thank you," Marinette said again, setting her feet on the floor. There was a moment during which she and Luka just looked at each other; he was close, she realized suddenly, closer than she had originally anticipated. In another life, this would have been the time where she leaned in, or maybe Luka would have, and they would have shared their first kiss. It would have been a new beginning.

But Marinette didn't lean in, and so neither did Luka, because it didn't seem fair when she was still confused by everything. Luka would have borne her confusion with kindness and grace because that was the sort of person that Luka was, but she wasn't going to do that to him. He deserved better than that; he deserved better than her. As it was, she had already put him into danger. She had taken advantage of his kindness by crying in his arms; she'd come here today hoping for sanctuary from her life; she had not, she realized, come for anything more.

She stood up and saw understanding in Luka's face, closely followed by regret tempered by sadness. Marinette bit her lip, because once again she was hurting someone who didn't deserve it - but it would have been worse, she consoled herself, had she and Luka begun dating before she was ready. And perhaps she would never be ready, not for Luka, but that was a truth he deserved to know.

"Marinette," Luka said again.

"Yes?"

"You are..." Luka blew his breath out, dropping his gaze, fidgeting with a guitar string. Finally he said, very softly, "You're a good person. You deserve someone who loves you back, who can look at you and see you. All of you. Don't settle for anything less."

Marinette didn't know what to say to that, because the only person who knew all of her was Tikki, but she appreciated the sentiment. She put her hand on Luka's shoulder and squeezed. Tempting though it was to press a kiss to his cheek, or maybe give him a hug, she refrained. It wouldn't be right.

She left his room, shutting the door behind her, and heard the unmistakable sound of Juleka and Rose laughing to her left. She could join them, and they would not turn her away, but instead Marinette went up the stairs and emerged into the heart of the storm. She was soaked within seconds, her bangs sticking to her forehead, clothing plastered to her body. The wind whipped one of her sodden pigtails into her face. Marinette sighed and brushed her hair out of her face as she walked down the gangplank and back onto land. It felt strange not to have the ground moving beneath her feat as she ducked into an alley.

"Are you okay?" Tikki asked, poking her head out of Marinette's purse once they were sheltered from view.

"Actually... yes," Marinette said slowly, surprised at herself. She felt a little bit lighter. Just a little, but enough that she was able to discern the difference. The uncertainty over what might or might not be happening between her and Luka had been worse than she'd thought.

"You handled that very well. I'm proud of you," said Tikki, popping out of the purse.

Marinette smiled. "Thanks Tikki. Luka is a great guy, but..." She couldn't put her finger on it, because Luka really was a wonderful person, but it just didn't feel right.

"But you still have your heart set on Adrien," Tikki said knowingly.

"Hmm," Marinette said, rather than respond to that. It wasn't even about Adrien, honestly. Though it hurt, she had been trying to make peace with the fact that Adrien and Kagami were dating now. Adrien was not hers, and might never be hers, and Marinette was slowly but surely coming to terms with that: Kagami was steady and sweet and deserved happiness as much as anyone else. So did Adrien, and if Kagami was the person he had chosen then Marinette was going to respect that.

But even then, Marinette still didn't think Luka was the right one for her.

"I want to go see Chat," Marinette went on. "Tikki, would you mind?"

"Of course not. I'm ready when you are!"

"Tikki, spots on!" Marinette called out. Tikki zipped into her earrings and red light washed over her, turning her into Ladybug. Immediately, she felt just a little more confident and surer in her decision.

Ladybug made her way to the roof of the building, where she paused just long enough to open her yoyo in order to track her errant partner. It wasn't a feature that just anyone could use; both she and Chat had had to manually enable the feature, and they had done so only for each other. She could see the danger in it now, because if Hawkmoth were to ever capture one of them he'd be able to track the other, but Ladybug was loathe to disable it. Sometimes during Chat's patrol nights, she would transform and open her yoyo and just lay in bed, watching his progress around their beloved city.

Tonight, the little black cat head was just passing the Louvre. That wasn't too far from where she was - if you were travelling by yoyo, of course. Ladybug snapped her yoyo shut, gripped the string, and swung her arm out.