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ravenslvt · 7 months

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Hi! I saw that you're taking requests, so is it okay if I ask for a spoiled city girl! Reader x country boy! Leon?

Reader's father sent reader to spend the rest of the year at her grandparents because he's had enough tolerating her. Eversince she arrived, yeah, the whole town hated her alright. Her grandparents made her do errands and shit and she'd complain and do it lazily.

Leon on the other hand- who's been hearing rumors about this girl, didn't think that she was that bad until he encountered her himself. And hell, she was way worse that bad.

Possible virgin, kinda innocent (only when it comes to ykyk) reader and brat tamer Leon?

Ignore if you're not comfortable with the idea.

🎀 cowboy!leon s kennedy x f!innocent reader 🎀

cw: smut, implied virgin reader, brat taming, sort of hate sex, p in v, oral m! recieving, v fingering, degrating, edging, light spanking

of course there was no cell service in this shithole. you groaned, falling back onto the white sheets of the squeaky bed of the guest bedroom in your grandparents house.

you had taken a gap year off of college, wanting a break and hoping to ‘find yourself’, but you just got unmotivated. your father asked you for months to find a job in the city, but you’d talk your way out of it everytime. of course, enough was enough and when the time came, he had talked to his own parents and decided to send you over to a small little farm town where they retired to, hoping to shape you up a bit. they owned a quaint farm with chickens, sheep, pigs, all a cute little older couple could ask for.

but it was your own personal hell. having to feed, clean, and even pick up after the smelly animals. at least some of them were cute. no technology to ease your mind. it didn’t help your grandparents made you drive their shitty little red truck into town once a week to get supplies, since you were so ‘nimble’ compared to them. to say the least, the whole town was not fond of a bratty city girl storming irritatingly around. refusing to do work, and even when you did, you just half assed it to get it over with.

the local townies and shop workers alike always stared when you’d walk through town with your cute little purse and skirt that rode up your thighs. it was a hot town, what else were you supposed to wear? older women having to slap their husbands when they oogled for too long at the young woman walking into the supply store. that was until you’d start an argument with another customer. they’d either be judging you or too scared to say a word. sometimes both.

in one instance, there was only one stack of bird feed left, and you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna be the one taking it back to the farm. that was until a prudish older lady grabbed it at the same time as you. your eyes met, challenging each-other. she put on a fake smile. “oh sorry sweetie! need this food for my little chickies at home.” her high pitched voice irritated your head. “oh that’s unfortunate, i need it for the same reason. so if you could take your wrinkley little fingers off of it that would be great.” you yanked it from her hands before she gasped.

“what a disrespectful young lady…” she mumbled, turning around to the door of the door, looking down at her hands as she left. you mumbled a quick curse at her before walking up to the register to pay. the store clerk looked a little nervous, so he rang you up in silence in fear of you lashing out at him.

this was just one of the many incidents since you got sent here.

at least you’d found new hobbies. you started going to the small library whenever you were sent into town. there wasn’t many choices, but that along with a few of your grandma’s books from her collection, you were somewhat less bored. that and you took up sketching. sure this place was boring as fuck, but you couldn’t deny that the scenery was pretty beautiful.

it’s been almost a month since you’ve been here. you silently lounged in the room you’d been staying in, reading some god awful romance novel. you heard your grandma call your name from downstairs. you sigh before getting up. “what?” you yell back, annoyed you got interrupted reading your newly picked up book. she didn’t respond, another tindge of annoyance reaching your skull.

as you walk down the creaky wooden steps, noticing the front door open to find the older woman on the front porch. you heard a deep voice chuckling from outside. walking out, you were greeted with a handsome young man. he only looked two or three years older than you, but he was tall and had a good frame. seems like doing work on a farm for years really builds up muscle. the wrinkled woman calls your name, snapping you out of your trance.

“um, what can i help you with?” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. the man gives you a smile before holding out his hand for you to shake, lowering his dark grey hat to reveal some of his dirty blonde hair underneath. “i’ve heard a lot about you miss, names leon.” his large hand extends towards you. you just eye it and roll your eyes. “hi? can i go now, nana?” you plead to the woman. she just sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder. “pop and i gotta go into town for a couple days for this chicken auction he’s been wantin’ to go to. our friendly neighbor here offered to help show you around the farm a bit. teach you a few things” she eyes you sternly.

“teach me things? i’m not twelve. i can handle myself” you retort, glaring at the tall man. he just chuckles. he had heard from around town you were feisty, but it was even better to see in person. he rests his hands firmly on his hips.

“promise i won’t get in your way, darlin’. we’re doin’ some renovations on my own house a few miles down the road. your kind grandmother here offered to let me stay in the guest house while they’re gone.” he smiles assuringly. you were annoyed. you had already spent the last thirty seconds planning on sunbathing or sitting in your room, free of any work on the farm.

“i just don’t think this is very necessary. surely you can afford a hotel?” you retort back. your grandma gives you a light smack on the back of your head. “sorry ‘bout her. not from here” she smiles kindly at the young man. you just pout. “yeah, thank god” you mumble, causing you to get another light smack.

“oh it’s no trouble at all. got myself a little cousin back home that’s a bit of a brat too.” he comments, his eyes never leaving yours. your face flushes. “excuse me? a brat? fuck off dude-“ you start. “language!” she scolds you. you mumble a small apology to her while still glaring daggers at leon.

leon just stands there, entertained by your little outbursts. he could tell you really did not enjoy being here, but he was ready to fix that. his gaze shifts down to your attire, you clearly didn't pack for working on a farm. always in cute little outfits that you'd always wear back in the city.

your grandma changed the subject, asking leon a few questions about his family and his own farm. you were lost in your own thoughts. at least you'd be stuck with a hot farmer instead of some old creep. maybe you could just fake flirt with him to get him to do all your chores for you. that should work, right?

after a few treacherous minutes of standing on the badly painted white porch, you said your goodbyes. leon gives your grandmother another respectful handshake and he just tips his hat at you while you just stare, giving a tiny wave before storming back inside.

about two days later you said your goodbyes to your grandparents, they gave you some hugs and kept repeating the list of chores they'd tasked you with. feed the chickens, take out the eggs, you really just blocked out their words from entering your head. you just smiled and nodded, waving at them as they drove off the property.

you gave a sigh of relief, leon wouldn't be here for another few hours so you thought you'd have some 'me' time. taking a long hot bath (your grandparents always got mad when you used up too much hot water), reading your romance novel while relaxing in the warm water. your cheeks flushed at a certain scene in the book. you didn't expect the library to carry a literal smut book. the main male character in the novel was going down on the pretty girl, the writing made your stomach churn in arousal. you'd never read anything so... descriptive before.

right before you could turn to the next page when things were getting more hot and heavy, there was a heavy knock on the door. you jerk up from your laying down position in the bath and sigh, leon was early. you lay your book upside down so you wouldn't loose your place, wrapping a small towel around your figure before fully stepping out, draining the bath. another knock and a familiar voice calling your name. "you home?" he calls. "yeah, hold on!" you scurry around, cursing yourself for not laying out clothes beforehand.

you carefully step downstairs and opening the front door, peeking out. leon had a duffel bag with him with his things in it. "um, yeah?" you say, trying to hide your toweled figure behind the door. he smiles. "just need the key to the guest house, darlin." oh right. you nod, grabbing the key hanging near the door and hand it to him, your fingers brushing slightly, making your cheeks heat up. before he could open his mouth to speak, you shut the door on him unremorsefully. "thanks." he chuckles out, turning to make the walk to the guest house about a hundred feet away from the main house. and of course you were the one who had to clean it up before he got here.

after putting on your favorite outfit and boots, you make your way back downstairs for some water. sipping from the clear glass cup, you notice leon outside the window. he was already getting familiar with the animals. he looked good in his light blue button up shirt, it really brought out his eyes. the way he had rolled up his sleeves so his veiny arms were on display. he was squatted down next to the new baby sheep and was petting her. you pouted, she didn’t even let you pet her. you sigh, placing your glass down before making your way outside.

leon’s head perks up as he notices you walking twords him. he gives you a charming smile, standing up from the baby sheep. you speak first. “she lets you pet her? everytime i come near she yells at me.” you cross your arms at the man. he looks back down at the small animal who gave you an angry look, running off somewhere. “you gotta' know how to approach em’. plus they sense your vibes” he adds, his eyes back on you.

“my vibes, huh? what’s that supposed to mean, mister?” your eyes squint at him, a hint of irritation in your eye. he doesn’t feed into your attitude. “leon” he corrects you.

“leon” you repeat. the way his name sounded rolling off your tounge made his lips quirk up in a small smile.

“now-“ he starts, grabbing a nearby bag and handing it to you. “- better start on those chores, hmm?”. you glare at him, scoffing. “you’re joking.” you retort. he just shakes his head.

“i’m here for a reason, darlin’. best get to work so you can get it over with faster.” he shoves the bag in your arms and you give him your best puppy dog eyes. “c’mon leon. you’re so big and strong, i’m sure you’d get it done a lot faster than me.” you bat your eyelashes at him. he seemed gullible enough to seduce. he just chuckles. “nice try, you’re cute” he says, walking off to leave you to your chores. you groan. “fine…” you mumble, walking off to to collect the chicken eggs.

over an hour later, you lie in the green patch of grass, playing with your nails. pouting that cleaning the coop made you chip one. you’d finished majority of your chores, hoping it was enough to get leon off your back. whenever you’d start to walk away from a task, he’d appear to show you what you did wrong and how to improve. you wanted to punch his pretty face.

you were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard a deep voice approach you. “takin’ a break?” he says, standing over you. you sigh, not even bothering to look up at him. “i finished for today. i’ll do the rest tomorrow or something.” you continue playing with your nails, still annoyed.

he crosses his arms over his strong chest. “you’re quite the lazy girl, y'know that?” you just scoff. “whatever, asshole” you spit back.

“you got a bit of a mouth on you, don’t ya’?” he squats down so he’s level with you. you finally turn to him, glaring. you angrily stand up, dusting yourself off before gasping. “fuck!” you yell, looking down. your favorite skirt had stains of grass and dirt on them. you didn’t realize the grass was wet before you sat down on it. “are you serious?! this is so gross!” you try wiping the stains off, but only making it worse by spreading them around. you notice leon laughing at you. you turn to glare daggers at the now standing man.

“what the hell is so funny?” your face has annoyance all over it.

“c’mon, let me help you get those stains out, sweetheart. wouldn’t want such a pretty skirt to be ruined” he starts to walk twords the guest house.

“i’m not your-“

“you want that skirt clean or not?” he sighs. you silently nod, following behind him. he opens the door to the clean little house, holding it open for you and shutting it once you were both inside. it was surely nicer than the place you were staying in. a big bed against the wall and a little kitchen table. you remembered staying in here with your father when you visited as a kid. you loved it here back then.

he sets his hat on the counter, finally giving you a full view of his parted hair. he was even more handsome without the hat. he caught you staring and you quickly look away.

“gotta' take the skirt off so i can run it in the wash for you before the stains seep in.” he says, leaning against the counter with his large arms crossed over his broad chest. your eyebrow quirks. “um, i’m not doing that”. he gives you a questioning look. “i’m not wearing anything under…” you add. you only wore your panties under, not wanting to ruin the outfit with ugly shorts. he sighs. a thought flickers in his mind of you taking your skirt off, your pretty ass on display for him.

“fine. you can borrow some of my sweats.” he walks over to his bag of clothes, rummaging through until he pulls out a pair of plaid blue pajama pants. you scoff. “these are ugly as fuck, this is gonna ruin my outfit.” you hold up the pants. they were way too big for you. but they smelled like him. woodsy and a hint of pine. he steps a little closer to you. “if you’d rather let that pretty little skirt get ruined, then be my guest.” he says. you have to crane your neck to look up at him. you sigh, taking your shoes off. “you could just change in the bathroom, you know.” he comments.

“well you could also just look away, pervert.” you say, carefully setting your boots on the floor. he puts his hands up in defense, turning and walks somewhere across the room. “y’know, some day that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” his voice is lower now, more serious than before. you roll your eyes, shimmying yourself out of your little skirt. “fuck off. you’re not my father.” you bite back, pulling the loose pants over your hips. “these are too big…” you say, holding the pants up or else they’d fall to the ground. he turns and walks up to you, inches away. he grabs the drawstrings, tightening them so hard that you let out a barely audible gasp.

your eye’s focus on his hands. the way they tied the strings perfectly, patting your hip once he finished. “better now?” he asks, looking down at you. you didn’t say a word, just nodding. he smiles. “no words for me from the mouthy girl?” he says. you huff.

“you don’t know anything about me, leon.”

“i know enough. i know you’re an entitled little brat who needs to be put in her place.” he whispered, leaning into your ear. his hot breath left chills down your neck. you could feel your nipples harden against your top. his arms trapped you against the counter.

your eyes finally pull to his, almost magnetically. “what’s your story then, pretty? refusing to work so your daddy kicked you out?” he guesses. you stay silent. he was right.

“what happened to that little mouth of yours? got nothin’ to say now?” he teases, leaning twords your face. fuck, he knew how to shut you up.

“you- i-“ you stutter, unable to respond. he just smirks. his hand slipping to your waist. “you talk all this shit, but can’t handle it comin’ back to you, can you?” god it was almost like he was getting off on seeing your flustered face.

“fuck you-“

“watch your fucking mouth, princess” he practically growls. his grip on your waist only tightens, making you almost whine. his demeanor completely changing from his lighthearted charming self. you felt yourself getting wet from his words alone.

“or what?” you spit back.

“you wanna find out?”

that’s how you ended up with your shaky knees, pressed against the hardwood floor, leon’s big veiny cock sitting right in front of your eyes. his hand was in your hair as your hands nervously reach out to stroke him. he could tell you were inexperienced.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, looking down at you as your small hand wraps around the base of his large cock.

“i don’t- i’ve never-“

“never had a cock in your mouth?” he asks. you just shake your head nervously. he pulsed at the thought of being the first man to be inside of you.

“ever even kissed someone?” he tilts his head.

“just once…” you pout. you were getting tired of his teasing. he just gives your hair a light tug, making you whine. he uses his other hand to bring his thumb to your bottom, dragging it down. you respond, opening your mouth to suck on his thumb. he presses it into your tongue, you swirl your wet muscle around his finger. “good job, see? you got it” he encourages. he removes his thumb, a trail of spit between your lips and his finger.

“now just open your pretty lips…” his hand cups your jaw, you open your mouth. he slides the tip into your hot mouth before hissing. “no teeth, darlin’.” he warns. you nod, taking him deeper. only halfway in and you’re choking around him. he groans at the way your throat contracts around him.

“fuck, you’re a natural slut, aren’t ya?” he grips your hair, moving you up and down his cock. you whine around him, the vibrations sending more pleasure straight to his dick. he abuses your throat and mouth, watching you as tears well up in your eyes. “look at you. your mouth is so much better around my cock.” he lets out another groan when you suck your cheeks in, sucking him off completely.

“think you can swallow all my cum? or are you too good for that, princess?” his voice was horse and low. you just nod, a tear falling from how deep you were taking him. he curses as his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting his hips to meet with your head. your nose burried in the base of his pelvis. you shut your eyes tight as you feel his warm release down your throat. after a few more thrusts, he pulls out a bit of a mix of cum and spit falling from your mouth. he cups your face. “swallow it.” you gulp, licking your lips and swallowing everything he gave you. you open your mouth to show him.

“such a good little slut, yeah?” he soothes your hair, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. your cunt was throbbing with need. you look up at him through wet lashes, your mascara was probably running down your face by now. he grabs your arm to help you stand up. your legs were wobbly and hard to stand on. your panties were probably soaked at this point.

your eyes go to his lips and his smug gorgeous face. “you want a kiss?” he asks, you nod. he just chuckles. “too bad” he says, making you whine.

“leonn” you grab onto his shirt, pleading. he just shakes his head. “you need to learn how to be patient, gorgeous.” he warns, grabbing your wrists. “you and that fucking attitude. gotta do somethin’ about that.” his eyes grow darker.

he had a strong grip on your wrists, firm but gentle enough not to break you. it made you shiver knowing how easily he could. fuck it was hot. “i’m gonna fuck it right out of you. got that?” his head lowers to suck marks into your neck and collar bones, making you groan. he bit down in a particularly sensitive spot, making you cry out his name. he pulls away dragging you to the bed. “lay down on your stomach” he commands. your eyes grow wide, about to object until his brows furrow. you lie down on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge.

you turn to look at leon over your shoulder, yelping when he drags you so your legs hung off the edge of the bed. he quickly pulls the string of your his pants before ripping them down your legs. you gasp at the cold air hitting your bare legs, your panty clad ass on display for him. he gives it a good smack, making you give another yelp into the sheets.

“you’re fuckin’ soaked through your panties. i’ve barely even touched you” he gives a small laugh before pulling your white panties off. his large skilled fingers run through your folds, making you squirm.

smack

“stop moving”

he admired the large hand print he left on your ass, feeling his dick harden again. he started with pumping one finger into your tight little hole, making you gasp. it hurt for the first few seconds, but eventually faded into throbbing pleasure. you let out mewls of enjoyment, crying out into the sheets below you as he jackhammered his finger into your sopping cunt, adding another finger to stretch you out.

“ohmygod leon!” you cry, muffled by the blanket. you’d never felt absolute overwhelming pleasure like this before. it was fucking addicting.

his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that made your belly fill with a hot pleasure. you were so close, so fucking close. right when you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out.

“leon!” you yell, looking back at him.

“told you i was gonna teach you how to be patient, didn’t i?” you wanted to wipe that smug ass smirk off his face.

you were practically drooling onto the sheets. tears falling down your face as leon edged you for the fifth, sixth time? you’d lost count after the third. “fuck leon! please please please let me cum, m’so close please!” you cry into the bed, resorting to begging. your attitude thrown out the window whenever he curls his fingers inside of you.

“since you asked so nicely…” his thrusts his fingers at a delicious speed, fucking you until you cried out his name. you clenched around his fingers, gripping onto the sheets as your vision blurs. his fingers fuck into you as you cum, coating the sheets and his hand.

“look at you. fuckin' dripping down my wrist.” he groans. he flips you so you’re on your back. you were panting, mascara completely running down your cheeks and a fucked out look on your face. he brings his fingers to your mouth and you immediately open them for him, licking yourself clean off his hand.

“that’s my girl” he praises, making you tingle. you were still coming down from your high, staring at him blissfully. his fingers leave your mouth with a pop. you watch his expression through your lashes.

“you’re so much prettier with your mouth filled.” he smiles, leaning over you. “i think you deserve that kiss now, don’t ya think so?” he asks. you nod. “yes please”

his mouth meets yours in a hot feverish kiss. his hand coming to grip your hair. he bites your lip hard enough to make you gasp. your pussy throbs with need of being filled by him. “leon, please” you beg through the kiss. he pulls away, looking at you.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he kisses down your jaw.

“i-i need you inside, please!” you beg, looking down at your bare cunt.

“aww, you just want my cock so bad, hmm? who am i to deny such a slutty girl what she wants.” he sits up, dragging his long cock up and down your wet folds. when his head caught on your clit, it made you shiver. he teases you, catching his tip on your hole before rubbing up and down again. you whine. he gives you a stern look.

“m’sorry” you pout. he chuckles, slowly dipping his thick head into your tight hole. he eased himself in, making your jaw slack open. once he was fully seated into you, your brows furrowed at the stretch. “hurts, s’too big!” you cry out. he tsks.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he pulls out just to push himself back into you with a powerful thrust. “fuck, you’re sucking me in, baby. must be so worked up. is this why you’re such a bitch all the time? never gotten dicked down properly?” he teases as he thrusts in and out of your abused pussy.

you mewl when his cock hits a deep spot inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. he sensed your need, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders to thrust even deeper into you. the angle made you scream out. your fingers grip into the sheets again. one of his hands find your clit, pinching it.

“y’feel so fucking perfect. like you were made for me.” he groans, loosing his composure. his thrusts got more intense, faster, and sloppier. but still felt heavenly. the mix of his cock hitting your soft spot along with him playing with your clit, you squeeze around his cock, about to cum. drool fell from the corner of your mouth as your tits bounced in your shirt as you came closer and closer to the edge.

“gonna-gonna cum!” you scream. he only goes faster.

“gonna cum with you, baby. bein’ so fucking good for me.” he gets more vocal when he’s closer to cuming. he didn’t know what felt better, your hot mouth or your hot tight pussy. there was sweat dripping down his neck. you wanted nothing more than to lick it up, but didn’t dare move in fear of him not letting you cum. he was in full control. with a few final thrusts, you finish around him with a loud moan. he follows suit, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

you are both panting at this point, but he’s still half hard inside of you. you look at him with heavy, confused eyes when he doesn't make a move to pull out.

“oh, we’re not done until you’re begging me to stop, pretty girl.”

“wow! this place looks amazing! you guys did a great job around the farm!” your grandma smiles at the handsome young man. he gives her his classic innocent charming smile.

“can’t take all the credit, m’aam. your granddaughter did most of the work.” his strong hands rested at his hips.

“how in the world did you get her to do that!?”

you watch from the porch, wearing a sweater to cover all the marks leon had given you. everytime you’d complain about a task, he’d bend you over and fuck you until you were crying for him to stop at the overstimulation.

the older woman called you over to have you help with leon’s bag. you sigh, walking over as she walked away to talk to her husband.

“you still never gave me my panties back…” you lean against his truck, looking up at him. he chuckles, running a hand down your arm.

“think of it as your parting gift to me, darlin’” he says, giving your arm a squeeze before shouting a goodbye to your grandparents and giving you one last wink and a tilt of his hat before stepping into his truck.

maybe this town isn’t too bad….

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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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What You Deserve, Part 1

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic filth. Infidelity. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, Daddy kink, all consensual.

Summary: While out running errands for your family, sweet and handsome Stunna helps put the groceries in your car. A naughty, run-away thought leads you to invite him back to your house to thank him properly.

Word Count: 6,984k

Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: The brainrot is REAL. This is a hot ask from @planetblaque Everybody say thank you for this toxic hot fic! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You walked down the grocery store aisle and the squeaky wheel on the cart was driving you nuts. You managed to get a lot on the list but you were still looking around for rice. You sighed. You hated when the store rearranged shit for no reason. How hard was it to keep things in the same place?

You turned down the rice aisle and noticed a tall man wearing a black and white flannel shirt, dark jeans, and boots. Damn, he looked really good standing there picking out taco packets. You looked down at your wedding ring and curled your lip in disgust.

Your husband would never be caught dead in the grocery store. And if he did, he’d only call you every two seconds because he didn’t pay attention to shit. He was a big picture man, staring ahead years into the future and what he needed to do to provide for the family.

Provide. That’s all he knew how to do. Your husband wasn’t a bad man…he was oblivious in a way that should have been a warning bell before you got married. As such, you were five years into the marriage with perfect five year old twins. When they weren’t being little demons.

You looked back towards the man and he was looking between two items, looking at the ingredients. You got a nice look at the length of his neck, his beard, and a cute little mumble he did while he debated.

You shouldn’t be checking out another man but well, you weren’t dead. You saw something pretty, you were going to look at it. And in this case, the man was too pretty for words. Or maybe it was your libido talking. After the kids, your husband paid less attention to that aspect of the marriage, forcing you into a life of celibacy.

Every blue moon, he’d look at you with something that could be called interest and then he’d get you just wet enough to get inside you. He’d get off, ask if you did, and then pass out in front of the TV. You started lying that you did just to get him out of the room. Who the hell wanted to be with someone that made sex feel like a chore?

You picked up a small packet of rice and then thought about it. The bigger packet was more expensive but it’d last longer. And with the way your son, Noah, ate he’d eat you out of house and home by the time he’s a teenager. You picked up the bigger packet and scooted off down the aisle.

You passed by the man. He looked up and gave you a double take, smiling as you passed showing off grills. You may have swayed your hips a little too hard as you turned the corner. Though, who were you fooling?

While the kids were at school and your husband was at work, you barely put any effort into how you looked. You were a married stay at home mom and that meant lounge pants and a T-shirt were your best friend. Sometimes you even matched. You had joined the invisible legion of women whose world stopped as you took care of your family. You were happy to do so, but it was times like these that made you feel like you lost that spark. That sense of identity outside of your family.

As you went down other aisles, somehow you managed to end up in the same ones with Mr. Sexy. It got to the point where’d notice first and smile at you. You smiled shyly back but avoided getting too close. He didn’t need any encouragement from you. If you were single though…

You sighed and made your way to the checkout lane. It was still early and there weren't a lot of people in the store. You checked out and pushed the cart to your truck, popping the trunk and starting to lift the bags inside.

“Excuse me! Miss!” A deep voice made you turn to the sound and there was Mr. Sexy waving over to you.

“Yes?” You asked.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to help with your bags,” he said when he got closer to your truck.

“Oh, that’s sweet but not necessary,” you said.

“Please. My mama would turn in her grave if she knew I didn’t help a beautiful woman like you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”

The small act of help touched you in ways that you weren’t expecting. As he lifted bags out of the cart, your eyes grew a little teary. When was the last time your own husband helped with groceries?

“You look like you feeding an army here,” the man said.

You giggled. Well, he was bound to find out. “Ah, yeah. My husband and kids can eat a lot,” you said.

You watched his face to see what the news would do to him. Whether he was sad or disappointed that you were off the market. He only nodded. “Must be some slammin’ food if they eatin’ it like that,” he said.

“I can throw down in the kitchen,” you bragged, preening a bit that you could do so.

“Oh yeah? What you be makin’? And just know I’m already judging,” he said. He heaved bag after bag into your trunk and it made you a little sad thinking of bringing all that shit in the house by yourself.

“Meatloaf, roast beef stew, enchiladas. In fact, I’m making that tonight,” you said.

“Oh word? I be cookin’ sometimes too,” he said and then grinned like he was remembering a funny joke. “Enchiladas sound good as hell right now, too.”

A naughty thought entered your mind. It was too brief and quick and you instantly kicked it to the back, hiding it in a tiny box and stepping on it. “You making anything special for your girl?” You asked.

He finished with the bags and then closed the trunk for you. “Naw, ain’t got a girl,” he said. He grinned at you. That smile could melt ice. You felt your pussy throb and your eyes widened. You about thought the damn thing was broken.

“It’s just you?” You asked.

“Just me, unfortunately. But that’s alright. For now, I get to make whatever the hell I want and enjoy it,” he said.

“Must be nice. My family loves my shit, but it’s not like they have an alternative,” you said and giggled.

“Shame. I bet it’s delicious,” he said. Was he…flirting with you? Even knowing you had a family?

“Thanks. I should probably get this home and start cooking. Thank you for helping me,” you said.

He reached out his hand and you looked at it. Somehow, even shaking his hand felt naughty. Like he was going to see all the nasty things running through your mind. Thoughts of riding his thigh until you got off. Soaking his dick while he slammed inside of you. The thoughts were so vivid to you, you were worried that he’d read it all over your face.

Another advantage to getting the house to yourself in the daytime was that you had plenty of toys to get the job done in peace. One thought about his face and you were sure you’d beat your personal record.

You shook his hand so you weren’t rude and he held on. “I’m Stunna,” he said. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss there. The back of your hand tingled and it moved all throughout your body until you were throbbing once more. Twice in a short amount of time? Calm down, girl. It wasn’t like you could do something with this man.

You told him your name. “Would you mind if I gave you my number? If you’re out shopping, I can help you again,” he said.

You giggled. “You would come all the way to the store just to help me load groceries into my car?”

“I’d unload them too if you let me,” he said. He was serious, not an ounce of humor on his face.

“You know I’m married, right? Like I didn’t bury that anywhere,” you said.

He laughed. “I heard that part, but I also don’t see the mu’fucka. Anyone letting you out of his sight must be ten kinds of stupid,” he said. He looked you over, making a show of turning his head one way and then another.

You laughed but didn’t let go of his hand. Found that you didn’t want to. Found that you were touch starved as hell and it was damn nice touching someone that looked as good as he did. “What, my husband supposed to have me on a leash?” You asked.

“Sheit, I would,” he said. “Yo sexy ass wouldn’t be able to breathe without me.”

“You better stop!” You said. Oh god, your cheeks were burning like hell and the whole thing was cute and weird and embarrassing. You did not get giggly because one man paid you a compliment.

He wasn’t the first one to do so. Even though your husband was buried with work, he still called you beautiful. Raggedy men still tried to holler at you while you pumped gas and ran errands. None were so bold as Stunna though. There was something about that level of confidence that had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Stunna asked.

No. Not even a little bit. But you couldn’t say that. “You probably should. Gonna get us both in trouble,” you said.

“I don’t mind a little trouble. You never answered me about giving you my number. I was serious,” he said. “I don’t want anything in return, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d just like to see you again. Your husband don’t let you have friends?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes playfully and finally dropped his hand. You were holding onto it entirely too long. “I can have friends,” you said. But you knew that he’d be anything but friendly. And why did that turn you on?

“See, that’s that nigga’s first mistake. I wouldn’t let you have no friends neither,” he said.

You laughed loudly and shook your head. “Life with you sounds restrictive as hell! What if I want alone time?” You asked.

“You could have all the alone time you want. At home,” he said.

You couldn’t help laughing again, leaning against your truck as you pictured life with him. Life where he was clingy and wrapped entirely with you and never chose you over his work. The type of life you always dreamed about when you were younger and thought love meant candy hearts, roses, and bubbly champagne.

“You have issues, sir,” you said.

“That’s aight. You just look too damn good to go to the store by yourself or run errands. These belong on a honey-do list,” he said.

You smiled. Your husband would break out in hives if you gave him a honey-do list that involved the grocery store or runs to the clothing store for your twins. Your kids were active in every sense of the word. You made it a point that they stay off screens as much as possible and get out into the big backyard your husband paid for.

They found every mud patch, mudslide, and dusty hill to play on. When they came back in, they looked like swamp monsters. Your husband in the store trying to find good, cute outfits? Yeah right.

“You are crazy. But I want to thank you. How does enchiladas sound?” You asked.

“Word? I get to try some?” He asked.

“If you’re serious about helping me unpack these groceries, then yeah. I think that’s worth a meal being cooked for you for once,” you said. Intrusive thoughts won for the day. You liked talking to him and you were worried that if you gave him your number, you’d chicken out. You’d reason and logic this away until you were even more depressed about the state of your marriage.

It’d be nice to cook for someone who’d genuinely appreciate it. Rather than eating to live. Stunna seemed like the type that lived to eat and it was nice to find a kindred spirit.

He grinned wider, showing up a neat row of white teeth and those grills. “I’d love to try your food,” he said.

“Alright, follow me,” you said.

He walked you to the driver side of your car and held the door open for you while you climbed in. “See you soon,” he said and closed the door when you were safely inside. You put on your seatbelt and watched him return the cart to the proper place.

Your heart thundered in your chest as he made it to his own car. You started yours up and pulled out of the parking spot. A moment later, he was pulling up behind you. You drove home, heart in your throat. What the hell were you doing?

Stunna was a stranger and you were just letting this man follow you home. You watched his car in your rear view mirror and wondered what he was like. So far, he had been nothing but cordial but a tad forward. You knew he valued his mom and was a gentleman, even though he had silly ideas about how he’d treat his woman.

You remembered your single days. Grabbing enough food for yourself and eating lonely meal after lonely meal. Stunna didn’t seem like he was hurting for female company. It seemed like he was interested in yours and well, what the hell? You were grown, you could protect yourself.

Besides, you just really, really wanted to keep talking to him.

You pulled into your driveway and Stunna parked on the street. You were in the quiet suburbs where Black folks were just trying to get by. They had nice houses and decent jobs, but people were more interested in faking the funk than admitting that they were struggling.

Your husband was smart with money so you weren’t hurting. But buying two of everything was expensive. It seemed like Noah was always playing right out of the shoes you bought him and Naomi just had to have the latest baby doll.

Stunna joined you at your car and you unlocked it for him. He grabbed a handful in each hand and you were sorry he was wearing long-sleeves. You wanted to see his muscles work. You wanted to see his shirt off.

For now, you would settle with just watching him be considerate. You let him into your home and he whistled. “Nice ass house,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said. You had it decorated to your specifications so it wasn’t stuffy and stiff. As if you lifted it from a magazine. Naw. Your house was lived in and full of love.

You walked to the kitchen and showed him where to drop off the bags. “Naw, I wanna earn my meal. Point to where they go and I’ll do it,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said.

“I know. Let me help. Sit yo pretty ass down and get some water,” he said.

“Fine,” you said with a grin. He grabbed the rest of the groceries from the car and closed your front door. You asked him to lock it. You may live in a nice neighborhood but that didn’t mean shit. Thieves would use any advantage to steal. Stunna could be a thief but he didn’t have to wait till he got here. Sure, he could steal the shit in your house but it was all insured. He’d have been better off stealing your wallet at the store.

You told him which ingredients to leave out for the enchiladas while you grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. You downed at least half of it. Stunna made you feel like you were standing on top of a hot vent.

He accepted his bottle and sat down at the bar stool, looking at you while you dug out pots and pans, cooking utensils, and your cutting board.

You talked about light subjects like your family, friends, and what he does for a living. He was a bit cagey about that part, so you assumed it was something bad. You weren’t trying to be judgemental but you could not see his sexy ass saying, “Yes, Sir. No, Sir”, at an office job like your husband.

You put the chicken on to boil and started prepping the veggies for the salad on the cutting board. Yes, he judged the hell out of how you sliced them.

“I’m trying to make you a nice lunch,” you said.

“I know! I’m just saying, you could slice them faster and more evenly,” he said.

“You’re not supposed to help me with the meal too!”

He chuckled. “I don’t mind. Can I show you?” He asked.

You gave him a playful look to know that you were mad at him but with no real heat. “Fine, since you know everything,” you said.

He got up from the stool and came around the kitchen island. He washed his hands in the sink and then took the knife from you. “Aight, so if you hold it like this and the tomato like this, boom,” he said. He focused on the task, blowing through the tomato like butter.

“Wait, how’d you do that?” You asked. He chuckled and grabbed another one, going slower and showing you how to do what he did. He grabbed the last one and let you do it. You made one slice and he made a noise like a game buzzer.

“May I?” He asked.

You really shouldn’t. But your head was nodding anyway. He stood behind you and you closed your eyes briefly. He was so strong and solid behind you. He leaned down so he could bring his hands on top of yours. He showed you how to hold the knife and tomato and how to make the same cuts he did.

He helped you with the first few slices and then left you to make the next ones by yourself. He didn’t move from behind you as you moved through cutting it, chopping it up like a professional chef.

“I did it!” You said. You giggled and danced, shaking your ass on his crotch until you realized what you did and stopped.

“I am so sorry!” You said. You flipped around in his arms and he titled his head at you.

“I’m not,” he said with a slow grin.

“Stunna, now you know…”

“I know that you seem a little lonely. Forgive my bluntness, but shit, this whole house to yourself every day and all you do is cook and clean?”

“I take care of my family,” you said defensively.

“I know. But who take care of you? Shit on the outside, it look like yo husband forgot what a baddie he got for a wife,” he said. “I wouldn’t ever forget.”

He used his fingers to lift your chin up and forced you to look at him. “Stunna, I’m married,” you said. You said it like it was a piece of armor you drew around yourself. Those two words would stop even the most persistent of men.

“Mhm, yet you here with me,” he said.

“I got kids,” you said.

“They little asses still in school, ain’t they? I’m great with kids,” he said.

You giggled. “You are so bad.”

He grinned, flashing you the grills. He was dangerous. Likely some type of criminal. A veritable hood rat that chased skirts and smoked all day. The complete opposite of your straight-laced husband who got pissy if his tie didn't match his shirt.

“I can be worse,” he said. He put his hands on the countertop on either side of you. He placed a kiss against your neck, breathing in your scent. You wore your favorite lotion and were glad you did.

“Let me be bad and take care of you for once,” he whispered against your skin. “Don’t you deserve it? Don’t you deserve to feel good?” He moved his lips to the other side of your neck. You leaned your head back, letting out a soft moan.

If he kissed you, you’d cum on the spot. That’s how needy you were. How desperate and starved for affection.

“Stunna, are you serious?” You asked.

“Hell yeah. See, the why I see it? This ain’t you, mama. You need some relief. I can be that,” he said.

“Even though…”

“Hear me when I say that I don’t give a flying fuck about your husband. I don’t give a shit that you’re a mom. I see a fine ass woman with a banging body that I wanna put on this table and taste her. Eat her for lunch,” he whispered in your ear. The force of his words were like tiny arrows shooting you with desire.

You leaned back so that you could look him in the eyes. “Do it. I want that,” you said.

Stunna turned and lowered the heat on the chicken. Then, he grabbed your hand and led you to the dining table. He intuitively moved to the head of the table. You went to loosen the tie at your waist, but he slapped your hand away.

He brought his lips to yours and you let him. You let him kiss you and opened your mouth to run your tongue against his. He moaned and kissed you deeper, rougher. He knew without you having to say what you needed.

He pulled the tie at your waist, letting your lounge pants slip off of your hips and down to the floor. Shit!

You pulled away from him and tried to hide your hideous granny panties. He pulled your hands away. “Think this scare me away?” He asked.

You nodded but you couldn’t look him in the eye. How the hell were you supposed to be sexy while wearing these atrocities? To be fair, you weren’t expecting sex today. Your husband was on a project that sucked up all of his time and attention.

“Naw. Just makes you sexier to me. Move them hands,” he said.

You bit your lip and shook your head. There was no way you could continue after looking so gross.

Stunna leaned down and kissed your ear. “If I gotta move ‘em, you ain’t gon’ like it,” he said.

Shit, that only turned you on. You lowered your hands and finally looked at him. “That’s right. Be a damn good girl for me and take them sexy panties off,” he said.

Your fingers shook as you lowered your panties. Cool air brushed along your skin but did little to cool you off. There was a roaring fire of desire burning through your veins and you hadn’t even done anything. Hadn’t done more than kiss and take off your clothes.

“Shirt too,” he said. He grabbed you by the waist and picked you up, sitting you down on the table. You yelped from the cold surface, making him grin.

You plucked off the T-shirt. Your bra was just as plain and ratty. All the cute bra and panty sets in your drawer and this was what you wore when you finally got some. The situation would be funny if it weren’t so embarrassing. Stunna truly didn’t seem to mind as you took off your bra.

His eyes lit up as he looked at your titties. He sat down in your husband’s seat and palmed your breasts, running his fingers over your sensitive nipples. You moaned, arching your back so that he could get a better angle.

He leaned forward and brought his lips to your left nipple, flicking his tongue over it. He latched on, suckling it into his mouth and you cried out from the pressure and bite of pain. Endorphins rushed through your system, making you squirm on the table. You were so wet.

He massaged your titties as he suckled. He moved on to your right nipple, suckling on it and moaning as if he were getting pleasure from this too. It wasn’t a chore. He wanted to touch you, taste you.

“Shit,” you moaned.

As he switched sides once more, he brought his hand down to cup your pussy. You jerked off of the table and he cooed. “Hmm, nice and creamy already. Love me a creamy girl. You got some more for me?”

He slowly worked his fingers past your pussy lips. He gathered up your essence at your entrance and used it to circle and tease your clit. You brought one of your hands up to his shoulder to push at him.

“What I tell you about them hands, gorgeous?” He asked.

“But…”

He bit your nipple and you cried out from the sting. “Uh-uh, do what Daddy tell you to.”

Fuck. You came on his fingers already, thighs twitching and brain tingling. You moaned throughout it, that sweet relief everything you needed. Relief that didn’t come from your own two fingers or a sex toy was somehow more intense. More visceral.

You bit your lip and looked at him. He watched you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Needed that shit, didn’t you?” He asked.

You didn’t trust your voice. You nodded shyly. Ugh! You hated this! You did not land your husband being this timid woman who was too afraid to even moan during sex. You enjoyed the hell out of it. You enjoyed the hell out of it with your husband. But once you got pregnant, he knew he needed to step up. Grinding for you became more important than grinding in you.

A pang of shame hit you. You allowed another man to touch you. You swiftly kicked that bit of shame to the back of your mind. This wasn’t about emotions or starting anything. This was something nasty to get out of your system. The last hurrah you never got because you were pregnant when your husband proposed. You never got a wild bachelorette party with strippers and dick straws.

“Spread them legs,” he commanded.

You grinned slowly. You opened your legs and gave him a sultry look. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. You were just a little rusty. You knew how to throw down.

“You so fuckin’ sexy. Spread open for me,” he said. He licked his fingers, licking away your arousal. He moaned and closed his eyes, savoring your taste. “Sweet, just like you.”

He grabbed your thighs and opened them wider. He rubbed his big nose in between your folds. His tongue lapped at your entrance. His moans got higher as he tasted you in earnest.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Shit!” You moaned. His tongue felt like exactly how you pictured heaven. Eternal spring, warm sun, soft grass to sink your toes into. Your thighs pushed in ready to trap his face but his warm hands pushed them out. Pushed them away. Kept your legs open for him to lick and suck and tease your clit.

He made out with your pussy. Licking you and then following behind by his lips to lap up whatever you leaked out. Your thighs quivered at the attention and care. At the total devotion to getting you off. You cried and whined until you were plunging head first into another orgasm. One that rocked you down to your core.

“Oue, shit,” you moaned. You looked down and he was still lapping at your juices. You glitched every time his tongue swiped your sensitive clit. He stopped and retreated from your pussy, a long spit chain still connecting you both. His beard was glistening with your arousal and you moaned, loving the picture before you.

He licked his lips, breaking the chain. “Damn girl. Creamy as fuckin’ hell,” he said.

You licked your own lips. Needing a double dose of him. You leaned forward and reached for his pants. He stopped you. “Use your words,” he said.

“I need you. I wanna taste you, too,” you said.

He gripped your chin and brought you closer. And he wanted to kiss you after eating you out?!

His lips were puckered and wet. His beard tickled your chin as he kissed you. This wasn’t just a kiss. It was like he wanted to share your essence with you. Like he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue and get a glimpse of what he did when he was between your thighs.

You did taste yourself and it was so damn hot. You smelled yourself all over him. His tongue explored your mouth. Your kisses were loud and sloppy. Lazy and slow, so at odds with how intense this man had been so far.

Your hands pulled at his shirt, trying to unbutton his shirt or slip it over his head. You needed him naked too. You needed to see all of him. “There’s that little nasty freak. I knew she was in there,” he said against your lips.

“Pants. Off. Now,” you said.

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. He made quick work of his pants dropping them down just enough to expose his long, thick dick. Veins stood out against the shaft and drool threatened to spill out of your mouth.

You wanted to see more. You pulled at his shirt and he laughed again. “Do I need to tie those hands up? ‘Cause you don’t know how to listen,” he said.

“I wanna see all of you,” you said.

“Naw, today’s about you,” he said. He tilted his head and grabbed his dick, stroking a few times as he looked at your dripping pussy.

“‘Bout you getting what you so obviously deserve.” He slapped his dick against your pussy. Your eyes rolled back. You lost track of how many orgasms he handed out. You should be tired. You should be too wrung out to do anything more.

But you were hungry for him. Desperate for that long dick to deliver the strokes you sorely miss. Need.

“Today’s about getting you back to normal. To remind you that you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. That you shouldn’t go a day without getting filled up and fucked,” he said.

“Oh god. Fuck,” you moaned.

He slowly worked his way into your pussy. You moaned, crying out at just how big he was. How deep he was already and he hadn’t bottomed out yet.

“Ouue, shit. Hear this pussy talkin’?” He asked.

“Unf, yesss,” you moaned.

“You hear it? You should be hearing that every night,” he said. He wet his dick with your arousal and your toes curled as he finally settled himself in your wet heat.

“Fuck. Flip over ‘cause you don’t know how to behave,” he said.

“I can behave,” you said and poked your bottom lip out.

He grinned, those golds transforming him from hot to smoldering. He kissed you with a loud smack. “You can’t even listen when Daddy tell you do something. Flip that ass over,” he said.

You whined playfully as he slipped out. You let your wobbly legs down onto the floor and then turned around. He moved your hips until he lined you up where he wanted you. He lifted your left leg to hug the table and pressed down on your back until you were flush against the surface.

He smacked your ass. The loud sound and pain made you cry out. “Show me how you got them kids,” he said.

“Fuuuck,” you moaned.

He rammed his dick back inside you and you gasped. He stayed there, buried inside you while you adjusted to his girth and length. “Oue, shit. Fuuuck, you’re so big Daddy,” you moaned. You shook your ass on his dick.

He placed his hands on your hips but made no further movements. You began to move, rocking back on his dick, showing him exactly how you got your kids. You slammed down on him how you liked. Rough. Hard. It wasn’t difficult to do since his dick was so big. You had so much to work with.

“Ohhh, you like this dick,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy, I like it,” you said. Hell, you had no room to lie. Even working yourself desperately on his dick like this, you were having the time of your fucking life.

He chuckled and then started stroking. “Oh shit,” you said, a hint of panic creeping into your voice. You thought you were doing a little something. Arching your back and bouncing your ass on his dick.

But Stunna? Stunna was a different breed. He gave it to you exactly how you needed. He rutted inside of you, slamming you back on his dick with enough force to rob you of air. Rob you of thought. You were able to turn your brain off and enjoy getting filled up.

“You still like that shit?” He asked.

“Ahm,” you moaned. You couldn’t answer him. Couldn’t do anything but accept this deep, rough fucking. He moved his hands to your lower back and switched up his strokes. He moved deeper, his strokes longer. His thighs slapped against your ass loud enough to be mistaken for fireworks or a gunshot.

You laid your cheek against the table and let your body take over for you. Your body knew exactly what to do. Your pussy gripped him and he moaned low in his throat.

“I need that last one, mama. Gimme that last one,” he said.

“I…can’t…” You said.

“Sure you can. Gripping me so pretty. You almost there. You almost there, I can feel it. I can feel how much you need it. Let it go, mama. Let it go,” he said. His voice grew quieter as he talked.

The pressure in your lower belly was unbearable. You whined, knowing you were on the edge. You didn’t know what you needed but you were too far gone to name it. Claim it. To let him know.

Stunna’s hands roamed up your back until one of his hands was gripping the back of your neck. He squeezed and you gasped at the new angle. He got deeper, the tip of him kissing the very heart of you.

You exploded with a loud shriek, squeezing him and cumming with the power of a thousand suns. You shook and twitched on the table, flopping around. You were too lost to consider how crazy you looked.

“Gahh damn,” he moaned. He moved his hips rougher and faster until he slammed into you and shouted, unloaded a huge load into you.

“Sheeeeit,” you moaned. His cum painted your insides. Some of him slipped out around his dick and dropped down to your clit and likely landed on the table.

“Fuck, mama. That was fuckin’ sexy,” he said. He slowly pulled out and you felt the rush of his cum leak out. Good fucking thing you were still on birth control. The last thing, the absolute last thing you needed was to turn up pregnant with another man’s baby. Good luck explaining that to your husband.

You were still glitching on the table. So thoroughly fucked out that you couldn’t move yet. Didn’t want to move.

Stunna rubbed your back and then your booty. He gave you a booty massage while he watched his cum spill out of you.

The smell of chicken finally invaded your senses. “Food,” you said.

“Don’t worry, mama. You focus on getting your strength back,” he said. He zipped himself back up and then washed his hands. He turned off the stove and then heated up the pan. You listened and saw his back as he moved around your kitchen, cooking food for your family.

He fried up the shells, dipped it in the sauce and then rolled it on the pan with chicken and cheese. Done, he put some seasoning on top followed by more cheese. He put it in the oven and set a timer.

This. This was what you thought married life would be like. Getting your guts rearranged and cooking food together. Laughing together. Playing together.

Stunna came back around to check on you. He grinned and leaned on the table to kiss you. You were still in the same position he left you in. Fucked out and blissed out.

“Why don’t you go shower and I’ll watch the food. Should be done by the time you get out,” he said.

“How are you…”

“I see somethin’ I want, I want it. Let a real nigga show you how to appreciate the mother to his kids,” he said. He kissed you again and rubbed on your booty. “Now get your sexy ass upstairs before you’re late picking up your kids,” he said.

He helped you to your feet, proud of himself. Bastard. You picked up your clothes but Stunna stopped you from putting them on.

“I wanna see that ass jiggle up the stairs,” he said.

“I can’t stand you!” You said and giggled, wiggling your ass for him. You swayed your hips. A new energy suffusing you as you did so. You walked up to your room and showered, feeling nasty and like a woman again. Like you were more than a glorified maid and cook.

Done with your shower, you came downstairs. Stunna was on his phone, sitting at the table like he didn’t fuck you senseless thirty minutes ago. When you came back in with cuter panties this time, black leggings, and a red T-shirt, Stunna whistled like you were walking around in lingerie.

“Sexy ass. Getting fucked look good on you,” he said.

“Shut up!” You giggled. The enchiladas were cooling on the counter top. It smelled divine. You grabbed a plate and handed it to him, sitting down next to him. “Not really mines since you ended up finishing it,” you said.

“You not gon’ have none?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’ll have some later. My schedule kinda lines up with the twins. I eat when they do,” you said.

Stunna pushed the plate towards you, holding out the fork. “Eat,” he said.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“Do I need to feed you?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes and took the fork from him. Nasty ass. If he fed you, you’d be late to pick up your kids. You ate a bite and moaned at the taste. His style was similar to yours but food made by other people tasted so much better.

You ate half and pushed the other half to him. He chuckled. “Aight, but next time you’re eating all of it. Gotta take care of yourself too,” he said.

“Oh, next time? That’s bold,” you said.

He ate and shrugged his shoulders. “You ain’t telling me no,” he said.

You rolled your eyes again. You laughed and giggled your way during his meal. He finished and you washed the plate. Dishes were your least favorite chore so you made sure to do it as soon as possible. To avoid it getting gross. And yes, a little bit of you wanted no reminder of him here.

Stunna came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He dropped his head to your shoulder. “Give me your number. I won’t cause a scene. I just wanna be in your life,” he said.

“Stunna, we can’t. This was fun,” you said.

“More than fun.” He lifted your chin with his fingers and looked in your eyes. “You feel something here. We work well together. However you’ll have me,” he said.

You bit your lip. You wrestled with the decision. He already knew where you lived. What was your number on top of that?

Your alarm went off. Your first reminder that you needed to get going to arrive at pick up early. You jerked away from Stunna, grabbing your phone off of the counter and silencing it. Stunna watched you as you thought through your options.

“Giving you my number is like…agreeing to keep doing this,” you said.

“I ain’t gon’ pressure you for nothin’ you don’t wanna give. This can be whatever you want. But I saw your face when I was in that pussy. And it’s obvious your husband been neglecting you. Use me,” he said.

He slowly walked over to you. He took the phone from your hands and started tapping away. “Use me whenever your hands don’t do nearly as good a job as me,” he said.

You sighed and grinned. “Nasty ass,” you said.

“I’ma dip. But use that number.” He gave you a last, scorching kiss and then let himself out of your house.

You stared at the door, long after he was gone until your second alarm went off. You silenced it and made sure the stove was off. You left the house to pick up Noah and Naomi, listened to their excited chatter about school and what they learned.

You descended into “mom mode” as you fell into your normal routine. Get them home, homework done, washed up, and ready for dinner. Your husband made a rare appearance for once kissing you on the cheek and the kids on the head.

“Did you try something different?”

“Huh?” You asked, looking up from your dinner.

“Did you try something different with the enchiladas? It tastes different, but delicious like always, babe,” he said.

You stared at the table, picturing all the nasty shit you did there. How Stunna not only handled you, he also handled dinner. You sipped your water since your mouth went dry. The flashbacks were vicious.

“Saw something online that I wanted to try. You like it?” You asked.

“Mhm,” your husband said.

You hid your smile by eating more of the food and wondered when you could get Stunna back over.

The Secret Big Stunna Files...in case you needed a little more in your life.

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My top three women for PTN are Zoya, Rahu, & Deren. My top three HSR women are Acheron, Stelle, & Himeko. Finally, my top three Genshin women are Ei, Beidou, & Shenhe. I was thinking more about the dynamics between them all, specifically the pairings of Zoya, Acheron, & Ei. Rahu, Stelle, & Beidou. And then Deren, Himeko, & Shenhe. Because of my thoughts, I thought I'd ramble a bit about them.

✧ ZOYA / ACHERON / EI

So I've already gone through what their dynamic would be, but I'm gonna go into more detail and expand on it. Zoya is the mature one between the two of them because both of the Raidens are complete disasters.

Acheron gets lost way too easily, and Ei just wanders in the direction of sweets. So Zoya is the one who has to make sure they stay put! She becomes a frantic parent looking for her child when one of them disappears, and she has definitely gone to the intercom of a store yelling, "ACHERON WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Zoya has definitely had the impulse to strangle that woman.

Something that prevents Ei from wandering too much is Zoya giving her sweets here and there. She definitely has a bag of them stuffed in her pockets, so she'll fetch a small handful of them and be like, "Ei, come here, if you're good, you'll get more!" She treats them both like dogs, but when they're gonna act like one, she's gonna treat them like one.

Zoya has probably tucktaped them both to the wall or a chair once when she was really tired of their shit. Luckily, they just stayed their, silent, besides Ei munching on some sort of sweet (god knows how she got it).

- MEMES FOR THEM:

✧ RAHU / STELLE / BEIDOU

These three are the definition of two chaotics and the one tired/sane one. I imagine Beidou & Stelle get up to a lot of schemes, and Rahu is just kinda dragged along behind them. For example, Stelle is dumpster diving, and Beidou is drunk and encouraging her, and Rahu stands there, glaring at anyone who judges those two. She's their bodyguard.

Beidou and Stelle try their best to try and coax Rahu into joining their shenanigans, but girl declines every time. Until you get alcohol into her, and she's very easily persuaded to do dumb shit with them. Imagining them all drunk and lounging around, giggling and shit. Rahu is flushed and chuckling, Beidou is boisterous and stumbling into shit, and then Stelle has a trashcan in her lap and cuddling it.

I know Stelle is pretty stoic as well, but I feel Beidou is able to coax out something inside her to the point that she is wearing more expression. Rahu is a different story, of course, but the two of them try their hardest to break this intimidating dog out of her shell.

Also, when these three are drunk, they are the type to steal very, very random shit. They have come home with traffic cones, a whole stop sign, a giant dumpster, and a tank full of lobsters from a restaurant. It's insane how they haven't been arrested yet. Keyword being yet.

- MEMES FOR THEM:

✧ DEREN / HIMEKO / SHENHE

Proud mom, Himeko!! She's over here being a mother for these two who is just proud and loving. I imagine she gives them many headpats, which Deren doesn't mind, and Shenhe finds herself seeking more of. Himeko definitely takes her time to teach Shenhe things, like about technology, about normal human things, and what to do in a situation.

Expanding on that, Himeko can be working on something, like tinkering or fixing things up, and Shenhe is just leaning over her shoulder and watching in curiosity. When the woman finally asks her if she wants to help or learn how to this, Shenhe simply nods her head and settles down beside her. While they do that, Deren is napping on a couch or chair nearby.

Okay, but these three are taking constant naps with one another. Deren is, of course, sleeping like 24/7, and eventually, during the day, Shenhe will join her and cuddle up. Himeko will walk into the room to get them up, only to pause and smile at the sight and decide, "it's probably a good time to rest for a little bit." Finding them all cuddled up together, Shenhe having her arms wrapped around them both protectively.

Oh, they also have movie night, like, every night. Deren will pop something in or turn something on, and Shenhe gets curious and gets invested in whatever is on. Himeko will join them, coffee in her hand and sipping it. Her and Deren will have light chatter about the movie while Shenhe is just absorbed into it.

- MEMES FOR THEM:

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How about 15 from your 3000k with either Arthur Curry or Billy Hargrove? 🙃

Small Town Summer Days

Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summer brings hot weather, which means days lounging by the pool, tiny swimsuits and sundresses

Warnings: Billy is hornee lol, vague mentions of bullying and fatphobia, mutual pining, sexual tension, implied smut

WC: 995

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Billy knows that he should look away from her, that it was dangerous to stare at her. Because if he stared for too long, she’d notice. And if she noticed then she would smile. And if she smiled, Billy doubted he would ever be able to dig himself out of this hole he found himself in.

But to look away meant that he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. He wouldn’t be able to watch as she leaned back into the pool chair, her overly curvy body on display behind a criminally tiny bikini as she read that dumb book Nancy had given her. And if he couldn’t witness that site anymore, then what was even the point of being a lifeguard at this shitty small town pool.

She was the sweet girl in his grade, the quiet one who had instantly caught his attention when he strutted into math on his first day. She was bigger than the other girls who threw themselves at him, sure, but he did always enjoy women with a bit more meat on their bones, he knew they could handle him real well. And she was shy, so very shy. She got flustered when he said her name. By the time December had rolled around, Billy was already playing around with the idea of how his last name would sound after her first.

That’s how he justified not sleeping with her, she was just too damn innocent and he was too damn deep already. No matter how badly he wanted to corrupt her, he didn’t want to break his own heart when she would inevitably figure out what a bastard he was. But she was making it very difficult for him.

She showed up every day about an hour into his shift, a small tote bag on her shoulder, a floppy hat on her head, and the shortest, sluttiest sundresses he had ever seen covering her large body. The hem always landed in just a way that he could see the seam of where her plump ass met her thighs whenever she bent over. It was a far cry from her normal school wear (which he also found very attractive) and Billy couldn’t help but be thankful for the blistering heat.

Her routine was always the same: claim her chair (usually the one directly across from the life-guard tower), lay out her towel, slip whatever dress she was wearing over her head and carefully store it in her bag, lather up her perfect skin with sunscreen, and then settle down to read for a few hours. Occasionally, she would slip into the chlorinated water with a graceful dive and emerge on the shallow end like a Bond girl stepping from the surf in one of those spy movies. He loved those days, they were his absolute favourite.

His other favourite days happened to be whenever she would wear her purple swimsuit. Somehow it made her skin glow in the Indiana sun. Plus it helped that it was her tiniest swimsuit and it showed off everything.

His blue eyes were so firmly fixed on the way the lilac bikini top stretched over the soft fat of her tits that he didn’t notice the fact that her book was now forgotten beside her and her heart-shaped sunglasses rested at the tip of her nose. But he did see how her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric and goosebumps exploded all over her skin like a cold wind had washed over her.

“Fuck me.” He groaned under his breath, his already small swim shorts getting even smaller.

Billy’s firm gaze was not unfamiliar to her, in fact, he had been glaring her way since the first time he waltzed into Hawkins High. He, like everyone else, seemed to find her infinitely fascinating in the worst way. But unlike the others who had tormented her throughout her school years, she found herself looking forward to his scrutinising looks.

He was handsome, far more attractive than the boys she had grown up with, but he also had a confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Like every other teenage girl in Hawkins, she fell quickly and she fell hard but unlike her peers, she knew that Billy wouldn’t even consider her as a hook-up.

So his tanned muscular body and perfectly messy blond hair remained firmly in her fantasies, fuelled by her daily visits to his work-place. She dreamed about him strutting over to her chair, his deep voice, tinged with a slight surfer dude accent, crooning to her. He would invite her to the private lifeguard locker room to “cool down” or offer her a ride home in his Camaro which he would pull over to the side of a dirt road and then pull her into his strong lap. When the images flashing behind her eyelids got too steamy, she would force herself to take a quick dip. Ignoring the intense glare from the King of Hawkins as she would emerge from the cold water.

And now, she felt like her whole body was on fire. Billy was watching her again, absentmindedly biting on the end of his sunglasses as he did so. Wetness pooled at the apex of her thick thighs and she squirmed, her nipples tightening with arousal.

Even from across the pool, she saw the way his eyes darkened with lust. His plump lips curled into a smirk as he finally met her gaze. He kept eye-contact while he stepped off of the raised chair and began to saunter over. Her chest heaved with desire which grew stronger with each step he took. By the time he reached her chair, she felt like the air had been ripped from her lungs.

He gave her a slow once over, letting his blue eyes trail over every single piece of exposed skin. And then grinned wickedly.

“So princess, how bout I give you a ride home.”

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Secrets and Broken Hearts

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Chapter 1

Thomas Shelby x (Writer) Reader

Ms. (Y/N) Bennett goes around to her normal, everyday life, a happy life with her lover, William Carter. Everything is good. A happy life, yes. Truly, she's happy. Right?

CONFESSION:

To cause a strain in marriage through infidelity, hurt as it is, could there be more?

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Brumi, around 11 p.m. found drunk, a married man coming out of another woman's home, a place near the heart of the city in London, as his wife heart to him

I confirm, with a heavy heart that should his wife leave him, it would probably be best, sometimes those we love, be it family, jewelries or the pastry shops around town rots from within, bread and blood. Shall the day come?

M.D.

A woman sat snuggly on the couch of her shared flat with her lover, reading a pamphlet. It was her day off. Surely, she could just lounge around without care of the world, right? Her thoughts were interrupted the moment the front door creaked open.

"Will! You're home!"

The woman shouted, running towards her lover with the biggest smile known to earth. It had been days since she last saw him, said he had an important work that needed to be held in London. What does a simple tailor need to go to London for? She thought, though it was interrupted once her said Lover just chuckled, wrapping his arms around her whilst spinning her around.

"God's I missed you"

"As I do, how'd the business go?"

She asked, which made the man put her back on her feet. She tilted her head, waiting for an answer before he let out a cough. Kissing her temple before making his way to the kitchen to grab himself a drink, whiskey she presumed it to be.

"William?"

"Mhm? Oh, yeah. It went well dear, no need to worry your darling head." He reassured her, walking over to sit on the couch before patting the space next to him, signalling for her to sit beside him.

"S'your day off?" He asked, drawing the previous conversation to an end. Walking over to him, she nodded.

"Yep, I had Catherine handle the shop for today since it's Wednesday. Business would be slow anyway." She explained, snuggling close to him on the couch while he nodded in acknowledgement.

William had a shop down in Small Heath. She would help around as he tailored suits. Usually, she would stand as a cashier, help with the numbers, hang suits, and dresses. Though it was a bit inconvenient to own such a store in this smoke polluted town, William believed that everyone should have the chance to wear such clothing if they wanted to. One of the many qualities she loved about him.

The next day came by quickly. After breakfast with William, they both headed out for the shop. William opened the door for her like the gentleman he is, giggling at his actions she walked inside before earning a wink from him.

"Catherine, you're here early, noh?" She smiled at the woman who was currently occupied with hanging the newly tailored suits that were to be picked up.

"Oh! Ms. Bennett and Mr. Carter, what a pleasure to see you both." She said, putting a halt to her actions before making her way to the couple. Catherine May currently works as an apprentice for William. Even though the couple insisted on being called their first names, she would always refuse. In time, the said couple had just let her be.

"Love, why don't you handle the shop for today, hm? I have business with Ms. May over here, I need her assistance with a wealthy client down by the block." William said, which made his lover nod. Giving him a quick kiss before sending him and Catherine off by the front door.

Going over to finish what Catherine was doing before, she made sure everything was up and ready before officially opening the shop for the day.

In the afternoon, she was occupied at the counter when she overheard two women gossiping as they were picking out dresses.

"Have you seen the newest pamphlet given this morning?"

The first woman with blonde hair spoke as her shorter friend then continued

"I haven't got the chance to! I've been caught up with my husband these past few days. After the war, everything seemed to turn for the worse."

As the conversation of the ladies went on, they continued their chatter to Ms. Bennett, after picking out their newfound dresses, ready to pay for them.

"I still wonder how no one has been able to identify this writer..." The shorter one said.

"Writer? You mean 'M.D.' By any chance?" She spoke, which instantly caught the attention of both women.

"You read his stories too, Ms. Bennett?"

"I have only ever heard it," She answered with a smile, which made both women in front of the counter raise their brows in acknowledgement. Giving the two women their dresses in a bag after they paid. They chatted for a bit before they left the store

M.D. the infamous writer going about his day to write gossip around every nook and cranny in this town. Of course, she not only read his stories, she knew them by heart even before he went and published them. M.D. which stood for 'Morris Dawn' is a part of her, after all, her very own secret life. Besides, who would even suspect a nice woman living a double life as a writer? The coppers themselves wouldn't dare touch her, afterall her pamphlets coincedentally gave out information of criminals and thugs alike enough as it is vague. Vague but still there, enough to keep their mouth shuts and not find out who this writer was, after all the writer wasn't doing anything wrong. Her thoughts were completely stopped when she heard the bell of the front door ring, signalling someone had entered the shop. Looking over, she saw who it was. Those three brothers she went to school with. Smiling, she greeted them.

"I'll go get the suits, please wait a moment."

"No need to be so formal, love. S'just us, hm?" The youngest one chuckled, a toothpick between his lips. She just chuckled along before making her way to bring them their suits. She was acquainted with Jon and Arthur, though she could never get a read on their other brother.

"I'd prefer it that way, though." She shrugged, which caused a smirk to be placed on the oldest.

"Would you like to try them on? See if it's tailored to your liking?" She asked the three of them before, which caused Jon to shake his head.

Bidding goodbye, the Shelby's went out the store. Their suits are free of charge, per the request of William. Thinking the lot went away, she began to organise the rack when she heard a coin being placed on the counter. Turning her head, she saw the second oldest. Thomas was looking at her quietly, smoking his cigarette.

"For the trouble." Was all Thomas said before heading out the shop where his brothers waited for him.

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Komui's Lounge: Vol.28 (Part 2/4)

>> Part 1

Q5: A question about Krory’s Innocence! I assume his synchro rate peaked during his battle with Jasdero. If that’s alright with you, could you please let me know the exact number?

Lavi: You’re talking ‘bout back in the Ark? Since we weren’t present, we don’t really know, though.

Reever: We do have Krory’s report and Hoshino’s additional input for that. Let’s see…It’s been speculated that when his body was no longer able to move, and he left it behind to fight on using only his blood, his synchro rate likely surpassed 100. Krory also reportedly said, “It was because Eliade was by my side that I was able to achieve that state”, that it wasn’t solely his power.

Allen: Miss Eliade, eh…? He’s saying that the consciousness of an exorcised Akuma appeared to him? Such things do happen, huh…

Kanda: Could’ve just been an illusion he saw. It’s never been reported that an Akuma’s consciousness possesses abilities like that.

Lavi: Well, only Krorykins knows the truth.

Lenalee: But if that weren’t an illusion, then what a beautiful yet tragic story…

Reever: That was the only time Krory’s synchro rate has ever surpassed 100. Currently, he could only go so far as 90% even at his best. To be honest, though, fighting only with your blood is far too risky. As a friend, I just wish he wouldn’t pull that stunt ever again.

Q6: Since Lenalee has “cute shoes” as one of her favorite things, I wonder if she’s also collecting shoes in the hopes that she would get to wear them someday?

Lenalee: Ehehe. To be honest, I do feel like collecting them, but I’m good for now. My brother and the Science Division guys made me this little beauty to go with my uniform. And I’ve already decided I’ll see this war through with it.

Allen: I think it really suits you.

Lenalee: Thanks, Allen-kun. Besides, they’re very comfortable, too.

Lavi: Well, of course. Considering the unprecedented levels of motivation and sleep deprivation Komui and the Science guys were functioning on when working on them heels.

Reever: Haha! Well, we all knew Lenalee’s always dreamed of wearing normal shoes, after all. And now that she’s become a Crystal type, she finally gets to choose her shoes, so we ended up pushing ourselves way too hard, I guess. Since we’re all just a bunch of geezers, we went and surveyed the women in the Order and stuff. We also asked Kanda loads of things.

Kanda: Hmph……

Allen: Kanda, you say? What did you ask him?

Reever: Well, Kanda went on missions with Lenalee often. And every now and then he’d see Lenalee practically glued to the display windows of local shoe stores. So, we had him tell us what kind of shoes she was looking at. Thanks, Kanda.

Kanda: Shut up.

Q7: Back when Kanda first experienced a hangover headache, he mused, “so this is normal, huh”. So has Kanda had other similar experiences when he noticed changes to his body?

Kanda: Come to think of it……

Lavi: What is it? What is it?

Kanda: My hair’s gotten stiff lately.

Allen and Lavi: Huh???

Reever: Only that?

Kanda: Only that. If it gets uncomfortable, I could just cut the whole thing anyway, so it’s no big deal.

Lenalee: Don’t do that, Kanda! You can use my shampoo next time!

(T/N: Kanda washes his hair with soap.)

Kanda: I don’t need your damn shampoo. I’d better cu—

Lenalee: NEVER!!

Q8: I would like to know if Lavi can hold his liquor. As a Bookman, is he practicing abstinence or the like?

Lavi: Hmm...We’re not actually abstinent. More like physically, both Gramps and I don’t take well to alcohol. Looks like it’s the same with earlier Bookmen, too.

Allen: Really? Is that so?

Lenalee: Right…Even when we threw parties and stuff at the Order, Bookman only drank the non-alcohol variety, too. I’ve seen Jeryy ordering them specifically for Bookman.

Reever: Now that you’ve mentioned it, we have another question pertaining to the Bookman Clan: Are Bookmen allowed to have lovers? For the sake of the word count, why don’t you answer this as well while you’re at it?

Lavi: Um. Not exactly lovers…I mean, like, you can have kids. Even Gramps’ got children of his own.

Allen and Lenalee: What’s the difference?

Lavi: Eh? (sweating)

Allen and Lenalee: WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? (Pure, innocent eyes)

Kanda: ……

Lavi: Well…you know…Like, you gotta have children for the sake of the clan…but when it comes to lovers, you get attached to them, right? So, you must avoid that at all costs. Sorry, can we move on to the next question already? (sweating)

Q9: Emilia was accepted into the Order pretty easily. That must have had something to do with Timothy, right? For Exorcists and Finders, once you join the Order, there seemingly is no going back. Is that not the case for normal Order members?

Reever: Rank-and-file or not, all Order members are subjected to strict regulations. Since Timothy’s still very young, Emilia was easily accepted into the Order for the sake of his mental health, but Emilia has resolved to live in the Order until the end of the war for Timothy’s sake. Of course, all her contact with the outside world is now monitored, and her freedom is limited. And she’s still but a lass. A near impossible feat, if you ask me.

Lenalee: Emilia kept saying it’s nothing but, early on, she was very anxious from the looks of it. Head Chef Jeryy worries about her, and he’s inviting her to his tea party every week.

Allen: Indeed. It’s thanks in large part to Miss Emilia’s efforts that Timothy is doing well.

Q10: The Order's golems’ design varies from person to person. Does this mean they can be custom-made according to each person’s preferences?

Reever: Yeah, to some extent. If anything, we want you to grow fond of them and use them, after all!

Lenalee: And that sentiment keeps piling more on your workload, and you all end up pulling all-nighters, right? (sweating)

Allen: There’s this one thing that’s been bugging me for so long. You know how Kanda’s golem keeps randomly bursting into tears? And what’s up with the mischief-making?

Lavi: I knoooow, right? You specifically ordered that, Yu?

Kanda: I didn’t do nothing, dammit. Didi and this idiot Reever and them lot friggin' went ahead and forced it onto me.

Reever: Aaah, naah. Really, hehe (sweating). Yes, Kanda here did ask for the default model with no customization, but then Didi was like, “I’ll give him the most gosh-darned sentimental golem ever, jeeerst you wait.” Then he basically went to town on it like a man possessed and customized it as he pleased. Added the tear function and all that.

Lenalee: Well, you were such an emotionless boy, Kanda, so Didi was worried for you.

Kanda: It’s none of his damn business.

>> Part 3

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I haven't been to the largest mall in my area for a while, so I thought "OK, that's going to yield a great merchandise roundup." But nope. Not really. I did find a few new bootleg streetwear designs. I've posted the "GANGSTERS" one before, but I had to share it again. It's pure hilarity!

I guess the GTA-style poster is the latest knockoff because I'm seeing that everywhere. The bootleg merchandise continues the trend of pairing Rick with random characters, like Grogu.

Looks like the official merchandise is also continuing the trend of having a screaming Morty on everything. Don't his lungs get tired?

I've posted this design before, but it's funny because whenever I go to Forever 21--no matter the location--I find one Rick and Morty shirt. I don't mean one design. I mean one lonely Rick and Morty shirt in the entire store like it was waiting for me.

Anyway, I wasn't having much luck, so I knew that if I wanted to post a real roundup, I had no other choice. I had to go to Spencer's.

This mall didn't have a Spencer's or Rue 21, which is pathetic, so I went to a smaller one in my area. And...it actually had more stuff.

But before I did anything else, I had to brave Spencer's. I had to surround myself with fake poop and boob mugs. I had to tolerate the edgelord humor. And Spencer's rewarded me with this:

What's Morty so happy about? Why does he look like a guy walking into Spencer's for the first time and seeing all the sex toys and half-naked women? "Ohhh yeeeeaaah, this is the place for me!"

This wallet was a little different. I could actually see some of you guys buying this one.

My nails are too short 😔

I posted a picture of this beanie before (and said it was ugly), but I didn't see the design underneath the brim before today. Yeah, that just makes it worse.

Fortunately, Rue 21 had a cute new shirt with a curious Morty.

When I first saw these shorts in Rue 21, I thought "No way." But nope, it's exactly what I thought it was: Rick fighting Mr. Nimbus on a pair of boxers. Best merchandise I've seen in a while. I'm not even joking--it's a great illustration.

I assume that guys wear these boxers when they're platonically lounging around the house with their pantless bros?

I couldn't figure out what was going on with this shirt in a streetwear store. Rich and...hungry? I looked it up and found a clearer image, so add that to the pile of bizarre streetwear merchandise.

Bird Person action figure! Perfect for men to rub against their Rick action figure while making kissing sounds.

More proof that whoever makes these decisions will sign off on anything. I have no idea what this is.

It's lipstick, right? 💄

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Discover the Online luxury leggings Trend

Elevate your workout wardrobe with the latest trend – the Online luxury leggings. Embrace the trend and redefine your active look.

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redactedwriting · 3 months

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dreamy sigh. bilvy transwoman but she doesn't come out until later in life. idk i had a dream about it. going shopping to buy her new clothes and some makeup. her hair might be short but we can put some clips it. middle aged woman bilvy how i love you

oh GODDDDDD

bill milf moments i am so good

her in like those Women Cut suits or skirt suits aaaaa WEARING BUTTON DOWNS THAT SHOW OFF HER LITTLE CLEAVAGE……

buying her pretty makeup from fancy stores bc it’s what she deserves. and JEWELRY. EARRINGGGSSSSS maybe she’d say fuck it and be the cool milf with the cartilage piercing. or a nose ring. i’m gonna die

her lounging by the pool in a bikini IM SO FINE. IM SO GOOD

#gender #wb

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xbreezymeadowsx · 2 years

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New Jeans

I started writing this damn thing months ago and then hit a massive brain block for all of my writing and haven't written anything since. Except for yesterday when I finally found the dang time to atleast finish this piece. Thanks to @madametesla for unknowingly giving me the motivation to finish it. And thanks, of course, to @drizztydragon because... well, you know why.

“Hey, Eds?” Bri called from her room down the hall. She stood in front of her full length mirror twisting and turning in frustration. In the reflection, Eddie appeared in her doorway.

“Yeah, babe.” He leaned a shoulder on the door frame, hands in his pockets, an easy smile on his face. Bri turned to look at him.

“I need a belt.” She frowned, looking over her shoulder into the mirror again.

“A belt? So go… to the store?”

“Baby, I need one just to go to the store. Look,” She stretched her arms up and jumped around. Sure enough, Eddie soon caught sight of her cotton panties as her jeans slipped lower down her hips. She held her arms out in exasperation. “See? Must’ve lost more weight than I thought. These were my favorite jeans, too.” She huffed, readjusting them.

“Only belt I have is the one I’m wearing.” Eddie lifted his shirt to reveal the belt through his own jeans’ loops, as well as some of his happy trail that made Bri bite the inside of her cheek.

‘Not the time, Bri. Quit thinkin’ about it. You already did it twice today!’ She mentally scolded herself for being such a slut for Eddie. “That’s fine. Your pants stay up. The belt is just decoration. I only need it long enough to go shopping for new jeans.” Bri didn’t wait for Eddie’s response. She skipped up to him and began unfastening the studded belt. Eddie watched her face closely and she grinned sinfully, keeping eye contact as she expertly yanked the belt from all the loops in one go. Eddie’s hips swiveled from the action and she saw him bite back a soft moan. “Thanks, baby.” She kissed his cheek and moved back to the mirror, sliding the belt in place. Eddie remained in the doorway and grinned as Bri struggled with the now-baggy denim.

A half hour… and some road head later, the couple arrived at a mall a bit out of the way since Starcourt was gone. Eddie was barely out of his van door when Bri grabbed his hand to pull him along. He managed to kick his door shut with a chuckle before making it to her side and wrapping his arm around her waist to reign her in. He knew she’d make a beeline for the pretzel kiosk or comic shop if he didn’t steer her where she needed first. And first, she needed a clothing store.

Eddie was flopped in a fancy, plush chair in the dressing room area of the third store they’d been to. The first held no options that interested Bri and the second only carried uncomfortably small-sized jeans that looked like they were designed to give women low self esteem. This department store seemed like the best option. So, as Bri modeled pair after pair for him, Eddie lounged in his seat until she opened her stall door and with each look he wolf-whistled, cat-called, and offered an honest opinion on how they looked on her.

After eight tries, Bri was growing sick of it. Eddie had a compliment for every style and while Bri was sure he wasn’t just saying it, she knew she hadn’t found the right pair yet. She huffed, grumbling as she looked at the last one to try on.

“Baby, I can hear you in there.” Eddie mused from his spot a few feet away. “I know I’m not much help, but you really do look great in everything here. Just pick what you feel good in. I’ll love you in any of it.”

“Ugh.” Bri groaned. Eddie knew she was smiling behind that fake sound of displeasure and sat back in self satisfaction.

After a couple minutes, Eddie looked up from playing with his rings as the dressing room door opened and Bri stepped out. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she twisted her middle from side to side, did a slow twirl, and shrugged. Her hands slapped her thighs as she dropped her arms.

“Well?” She asked Eddie who was staring at her with his mouth open. “What do you think, honey?” He blinked a couple times before slowly rising to his feet. Bri watched him curiously as he stalked closer.

“I think,” he started as he took one of her hands and held it over her head signaling her to spin again. “You look fucking great.” He finished when she’d made it back to facing him.

“Really?” Yup, this had been the reaction she was waiting for. “They don’t make my ass look too big or anything?” She just had to be sure, ya know? Eddie glanced around her again with a slow exhale.

“Ass looks great.” He assured looking into her eyes. “I like these. A lot. I think I’d like them better on the floor, though.” He grinned mischievously at her. Bri blushed, giggling with glee and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him into the dressing room with her.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, Eddie pushed Bri against the wall and kissed her desperately. Bri couldn’t stop the moan that escaped and Eddie pulled away.

“Sshhh, sweetheart,” he teased. “Have to be quiet.” He leaned down and kissed her softly as he let his hands wander down her sides to her waist and then hips, he squeezed lightly. “Angel, you look amazing. You feel amazing.” He punctuated his point by reaching behind her to grab her ass. Bri rubbed her hands up his clothed chest appreciatively.

“Thank you for the compliments. I think this is the right pair. I do feel sexy in them.” She admitted shyly. Eddie nudged his nose along her cheek as he squeezed her ass roughly.

“You should, you look sexy in them.” He gruffed in her ear before nipping at the lobe. He moved down along her jaw as she moaned softly and thumped her head against the wall.

“Careful,” she warned on a groan. “Don’t bite too hard. You know how loud I get when you do that shit.” She couldn’t see it, but Eddie grinned wickedly at that.

“I almost forgot,” he mumbled against her skin before nipping purposefully hard at her neck.

“Shit!” Bri whined as she clutched his shirt and pulled his body in closer. Eddie let out a dark chuckle.

“Louder, princess. I don’t think the employees at Radio Shack could hear you in the other wing.” He pulled his head back to smirk teasingly at her. Bri half growled, half whined at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” She rolled her hips against his seeking friction. Eddie frowned.

“Such a mouth on you, angel. Does it need washing out?” When he only received a scowl in return, he tut her. “Open up for Daddy, then.” He commanded softly. Bri shook her head.

“Make. Me.” She sassed keeping her lips in a thin line. Eddie sighed and pushed two fingers past her lips easily.

“Open. Up.” He demanded more sternly and gently pushed down on her jaw. Bri let out a bratty little huff but opened her mouth like he wanted. She even stuck her tongue out for good measure. “Ah, there you go.” Eddie lightly grabbed her throat and tilted her head up before spitting into her awaiting mouth. “Swallow.” Bri did as told and grinned crookedly up at him. “That’s a good girl.” He praised before pressing his lips to hers.

“Mmph.” She made a surprised sound before kissing him back desperately and tugging his hips closer. Eddie hummed his approval and ran his hands down her back to grab handfuls of her ass again. Bri whimpered against his lips and palmed his bulge through his jeans. He groaned and moved one hand to caress her breast over her shirt. “Mm, baby, need, more,” she mumbled between kisses. “Please.” She started fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

“So desperate for me, sweetheart.” Eddie teased before snapping the button on Bri’s jeans open.

“Always, Eds. Always.” She sighed wantonly and stepped back to strip the jeans and her panties off, tossing them aside. Eddie looked her up and down shamelessly.

“Perfect, Bri.” He boasted making her blush.

“You always say the sweetest things, handsome.” She complimented back as Eddie stepped forward once again. His hands went roaming her thighs and hips.

“I’m just telling you the truth.” He bit and sucked a bruise on her neck as she worked his pants open. Bri shoved her hand in and palmed his bulge over his boxers.

“Speaking of perfect things and telling truths,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re pretty perfect yourself, babe.” She gave him a squeeze and tugged his earlobe between her teeth.

“Think so, huh?” Eddie groaned lightly and gave a sharp smack to her backside.

“Oh, yeah. I also think you’re wearing entirely too much clothes.” She breathed out. Eddie chuckled lustfully.

“Wanna do something about that, sweetheart?” He countered. Bri chewed her bottom lip as she nodded and made quick work of pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal his hard-on. “This better?” He smirked watching her stare at his cock bobbing between them. Bri’s mind went blank for a moment as she could only nod dumbly. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Shit, something’s got it.” She mumbled and reached out, lightly stroking him.

“M’not gonna break, princess. Don’t have to be gentle.” He asserted with a wink. Bri raised an eyebrow at him before squeezing him tighter, her thumb brushing over his tip.

“Jesus, babe. You’re a rod of steel.” She breathed out shakily. Eddie sighed, enjoying the praise.

“I guess those jeans did their job, then, don’t you?” His voice trembled as he leaned down to kiss any exposed skin he could find.

“I’ll say.” Bri nudged the side of his head with hers making him pull back to look at her. She grinned impishly as she licked a sloppy stripe across her hand before resuming stroking his member. Eddie groaned, dropping his forehead on her shoulder.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He kneaded his fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips.

“Such a beautiful cock, baby.” She spread the leaking precum down his shaft as she stroked him faster. “I love touching it.” Eddie slipped a hand between her thighs.

“I love touching your pretty pussy, angel.” He rumbled in her ear. Bri whimpered, feeling a rush of desire sink straight to her core.

“Eddie, please.”

“Please, what? Use your big girl words.” He urged as he teased a finger at her entrance.

“Please, baby,” Bri whined. “Need your fingers in me.” A split second later, Eddie’s hand was gone from between her legs, a finger pushing into her mouth once again. The smirk on the metalhead’s face earned a scowl from his girlfriend. She gave his cock a hard squeeze and sucked his finger harshly.

“Don’t scowl at me. You should��ve specified where you wanted my fingers inside.” He winked and added a second digit. Bri used her free hand to grab his wrist, directing his fingers in and out as she sucked and licked at them. Eddie groaned loudly. “You’re gonna get us caught if you keep that up.” Bri grinned wickedly before slowly pulling his fingers from her mouth, nipping at the tips.

“Better fuck me soon then, huh? Wouldn’t want you to get blue balls.”

“You’re a brat, you know that?” Eddie rolled his eyes as he turned her to face the wall. Bri gasped at the manhandling and pressed her palms flat to the painted surface.

“You love it.” She glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Eddie scoffed as he used his heavy boots to kick her legs apart.

“Maybe you don’t want blue balls.” Bri giggled slyly. She whimpered wantonly when he grabbed the back of her neck and faced her head forward again.

“Maybe you’re right.” He smirked as he stroked himself through her slick. “Say the word, princess.”

“Fuck me, Eddie. Please!”

“There it is.” He lined himself up and thrust roughly inside her.

“Fuck!” Bri snapped, her forehead hit the wall and Eddie could feel her clench around him.

“Mmm,” He moaned, his free hand now holding onto her hip. His thumb rubbed soothing circles into her skin. “Y’okay, Bri?” He checked in on her. She let out a shuddering sigh.

“Y-yeah, yes. Fuck. You’re just so big, baby.” She explained having had no preparation. Eddie remained still to allow her to adjust. His thumb kept circulating and he gently massaged her neck where he held on. When Bri pushed back against him, the action gave him the green light he could move. Eddie quickly set a steady pace rutting into her with long, deep strokes.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me.” Eddie groaned as her walls hugged him just right. He shifted just so and hit that perfect spot making Bri moan out loudly.

“Eddie! You feel so good.” She pushed her hands firmly against the wall, rocking back to match his thrusts. Eddie grunted and reached around to between her legs, rubbing circles over her clit.

“Gonna get us caught, angel.” He reiterated with a salacious smirk before biting at her shoulder. Bri felt her knees get weak as she trembled and panted.

“Don’t be so good at this and maybe I’d be quieter.” She sassed. A shiver ran down her spine when she heard a growl rumble from Eddie. He yanked her body upright and sandwiched her between him and the wall as he picked up the pace of his hips and fingers.

“What was that?” He huffed in her ear. Bri could only call out expletives as she dropped her head back on his shoulder. Eddie snaked his free hand up her torso and wrapped his slender fingers around her throat with a deep groan. “Cum for me, angel.”

“Please, please! S’close, Eddie!” Her moans turned to screams as she came, feeling herself clench Eddie’s cock and practically gush around it as he fucked her through wave after wave of euphoria.

“Good girl. So good for me, Bri.” Eddie felt his own end nearing, hips thrusting in a sloppy rhythm as he chased release. “Shit, m’cumming, angel.” He barely managed to get the words out before he stilled deep inside her cunt and came, grinding against her ass.

“Eddie,” Bri whimpered, one hand reaching back to stroke his hair and scratch his scalp. The two stayed pressed against the wall together as they caught their breath. The comfortable silence was broken when there was a knock on the dressing room door.

“This is Mall Security,” the deep voice called through the door. “I’m giving you two minutes to get dressed. Then, I have to ask you to leave the premises.” The pair stared at the door with wide eyes until they heard footsteps receding. Bri looked over her shoulder to Eddie who choked out a giggle.

“Told you, you’d get us caught.” He blamed her jokingly as he carefully slipped his softening member from her with a sigh. He picked up her panties, handing them to her as he fixed his boxers and jeans. Bri slipped her panties back on before grabbing the new jeans, ripping the tag off them before putting them back on. As she buttoned them, she saw Eddie giving her a raised eyebrow.

“What, like they’re gonna give me the chance to check out?” She sassed, shaking her head. “I spent way too long finding the right pair to have to leave them behind.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You’re horrible.” He teased, opening the stall door and gesturing Bri out first.

“Worth it.”

#breezy’s stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x me #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut

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A Day At The Fair

Summery: Miguel,Shade, and the Kids went to fair for a day. Kids: Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Mayday,and Miles-42 slight Miguel x OC

“Guy! Guys! Guess what?!” Pavitr said as rush into the lounge where Gwen, Hobie, Miles, and 42-Miles were chilling. Prvitr just came back from a mission helping a Spider-man. Prav was holding a bunch of tickets and jumping up and down like a little kid in a candy store.

“What's up?” Hobbies said as put down his guitar

“So you know I went on a Mission with Spider-man what earth is like in Florida or something? Anyway, He gave me a bunch of tickets to the fair there. Want to go?!” Prav said very excitedly.

“Cool, we would love to go, right guys?” Miles said as the other three nodded While the group of Kids were talking Shade walked in coming back from her mission.

“Hey guys, what you all talking about?” Shade asked. then Pav walked up to her and hugged her. Shade likes Pav's affection he gives her. He then shows her ticket and Shade wonders what it is.

“Hey, Shade! do want to go to the fair with us?” he asked. Shade gave him a confess look at him.

“What a fair?”

The Kids’ eyes widened thinking she joking but from the look, she wasn’t

“Wait there's no fair on your Earth?” Miles asked

“No? I mean I think we have something. I just don’t know since I don’t go out a lot. Being a wanted and also being a threat to the public.”

“Then let's change that! Come on Shade! You need to experience things that never got a chance. And we make sure you don’t hurt anyone. Right guys?” Gwen said while Miles,42, Hobies, and Pav nodded to agree

“I don’t know guys. I mean what if we get a call for mission or Miguel said no.”

“Don’t worry leave that to us.”

“No.” Miguel shut the kids down

“What why?!” Pav said

“One, it's a school night and not messing school. Two, we're still keeping track of Shade. Her DNA has been stable but we don’t when it react.”

“Then come with us. You can keep an eye out for her and you take a break from looking at all these screens all day.” Miles suggest

“Yea, old man. Take your women out for once.” 42 smirked the kids know that both of them have a crush on each other they don’t want to amend it.

“Yeah big spider, take your mate out.” Kuro slides out of Shade’s body now blushing hard, why do these kids have to call them out?

“You make it a date and we just are your guy's kids judging you,” Hobie added

“Yeah Miggy go have fun with kids.” everyone turned to her Peter B. walked in with Mayday in the baby carrier. Peter the hand Mayday to Miguel was going to inject. “ go take Mayday with you. She has a good time to see the animals. And besides I do own you day-off.”

“Peter but-”

“No buts!” Peter then opens a portal to the Earth where the fair is and pushes Miguel into it. The Kids also push him in. Shade stares at them like they went crazy.

“Come on Shade we get yelled at later!” Gwen pulled her into the portal

“All of you are in so much trouble when we get back,” Miguel said as he ate 5th turkey leg. Now in casual wear like the rest of them.

“But you seem like you enjoy it,” Miles said jabbing Miguel’s side as they played some fair game. Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie try to shoot the balloons. But Miguel knows that games are rigged, it a fair, even in the 2099 fair games are still rigged.

“Guys you aren’t going to win,” Miguel said as the three were defeated. Shade and Miles giggled while Mayday laughed. 42 gave a smirk and thought of stealing one prize, but one look from Miguel said otherwise.

“Aaaww, better luck next folks.” the fair vendor said with a smirk. Gwen, Pav, and Hobie just glare at him wishing they can go out of their powers but they have to act normal. Shade led the group away from the vendor. There were so many things around the fair, she never had this kind of experience before, She was so amazed that she couldn't help but smile.

“You look like you have a good time.” Shade snapped out awestruck a look at Miguel who had a small smile on his face. Glade that Shade is enjoying herself. Shade nodded in responded

“Hey, love birds! Let's do that!” Kuro but in made both Shade and Miguel blush. Kuro points at a stand that has a competition that looks like a hotdog eating contest. Kuro has a grin on her face.

“Oh Shaaaddddeee.”

Shade rolled her eyes knowing what Kuro was about to asked of her. They share the same mind after all.

“Well since you been well-behaved for the past week and it is a competition so it's not like you can ban us. right?” Shade looks at Miguel and then not sure if she can be banned. She doesn’t want to add another place on the list of places that she and Kuro been banned to.

“You should be fine and I make sure Kuro be well-behaved,” Miguel said as he nodded

“Oh boy!” Kuro said as she hopped on Shade’s shoulder before she fused back into Shade as take over Shade’s body. Her change from purple to silver.

“Mhaha! I show those losers a real apex predator like me!!” Kuro said about to run till Miguel pull her on her shirt.

“You better behave,” Miguel said glaring at Kuro while she stick her tongue out at him. It like taking care of sixth child. Kuro ran up to the competition’s director.

“You! stupid man! Let in this competition and show you all to fear me!! Haha!!” Kuro said. The director looks at her as crazy. Luckily, Miles, and Miguel have to stop Kuro before people think Shade some crazy lady.

“She wants to join your eating competition. She really good at this foods one. Hehe” Miles said while Miguel had to get Kuro off the table.

“What up with you and getting on the table?” Miguel whispered in Kuro’s ear

“I must assert my dominance!”

“She can join, just don’t have her on the table.”

“You sure it a good idea for Kuro be in eat hotdog?” Miles whispered to Miguel who has no idea if it was

“Shade said Kuro be well behaved. I really don’t want to get ban from her.” Miguel said as the kids see the Kuro is up against two big fellow, but she just smirk.

“Ok everyone! On your mark! Get set! Go!”

Kuro quickly devoured her hot dog plates that the two big men were shocked by how fast she ate them. She also grabbed there plate as well and eat all there hotdogs too. The judge was stunned as how this woman at all that.

“Haha! Bow down you fools! I’m the dominant predator!!” Kuro declares as stand on the table

“Uh we have a winner folks!” the Judge said as he gave Kuro the ribbon. Kuro was about to eat till Miguel came up to her and grab her off the table.

“You went overboard,” 42 said

“Maybe, but I win!”

“Kuro can you give Shade back her body?” Miguel asked Kuro rolled her eyes then gave back Shade her body who didn’t like the feeling of having full stomach. She tried to shift a burp and blushing to see what Kuro did in her mind.

“Thank Great ones she didn’t overdo it.”

42 look with a surprised look “She didn’t?”

Miguel walked up to Shade and 42 with MayDay in hand. She seems to be pointing to the animal area. Miguel figures she wants to go there.

“I’m taking Mayday to the animals area. Care to join?” Miguel asked Shade. She nodded as she never see many animals.

“Can I join?” 42 asked Miles to come up to Miguel and 42

“Don’t want to join us at the rollercoaster?” Miles asked. 42 quickly shakes his head

“What the point? We do more thrilling things than any rollercoaster. Besides it's nice to look at animals.” 42 was sweating nervously. Miles just shrugged while he ran off to catch Gwen, Hobie, and Pav. Kuro had a smirk on her bunny face.

“Your scare of heights?” she giggles. Glare at her. Shade hit Kuro to stop laughing.

“Come on let go see the animals.” Shade said as she changed the subject. Shade, 42, Miguel, and Mayday head to the animals area. Shade was in awe as she never seen so many different animals before. Mayday giggled as she wanted to use her webs to climb on them. Miguel was glad he took them off beforehand.

“ what animal is that?” Shade asked as she pointed to a sheep. 42 and Miguel look at each other.

“It's a sheep. You don’t have sheep on your earth?” 42 Asked

“I'm not sure, I… don’t go out much and the only animals I see are the ones in my sectors.”

Miguel walked up to her and gave her some food for the sheep.

“Sheep are still around on my earth. Though there not this color.”

Shade put her hands out to feed the sheep. As they came to her they fed from her hands. They felt soft to her, never actually seen a alive one.

“Heep.” Shade turns to see Mayday try to reach for Shade. Shade was always scared to hold her. Peter B. always insists on her holding Mayday. Peter a lot of trust towards her. One only a few spiders that didn’t judge her. Shade grabs Mayday to bring her closer to sheep to pet. She giggles as she pets the sheep. 42 and Miguel went to their side.

“She going go nuts when she sees the rabbits.” 42 smirk not remembering the last time he saw a little kid smile. Both Mayday and Shade look at them with child-like wonders

“Bunnies?” both of them said at the same time. 42 raises an eyebrow to Shade.

“There no rabbits on your earth?”

“No there are but… the sector I live in doesn’t have many animals. Just the standard cat and dogs.” Shade said as 42 and Miguel led her and Mayday to the Rabbit area both Shade and Mayday were in awe when they saw the bunnies.

“Bunnies!” both said as Shade carried Mayday to one of the pins where black and white were.

“Aww, I see you like our rabbit.” one of the farmers said then pointed to Shade. “I like your bunnies too. It's kind of cute.”

Shade realized that Kuro was on her should who was growling from being called cute. 42 to quickly grab Kuro from Shade’s shoulder hoping that Kuro doesn’t say anything to give them away. They pretty much say there is no talking animal on this Earth.

“Heh, that she house train. May we take one out to pet them?” Shade asked. Mayday nodded also wanting to pet the bunny too. The farmer nodded as she pull out the bunnies. Both Shade and Mayday pet them, Shade never realizing how soft they are. With Kuro, it feel more warm and slimy even though she look like a rabbit. Shade grab Miguel’s and 42’s hand so they can pet them too. Miguel couldn’t help but smile at Shade have a somewhat child-like wonder for someone who never truly got to experience anything.

Miguel's train of thought was interrupted when a photo light flashed on all four of them. Miguel, Shade,42,and Mayday turn to see Miles, Hobie,Gwen,Pavitr was there with Lyla flashing a camera

“Peter is going to get a kick when see you smiling migs.”

“Lyla! Delete it.” Miguel said with a growled

“No can do. Send to everyone to spider scoity. The Spiders need to see their boss relaxing for once.”

Miguel rolled his eyes while 42 groaned knowing his street cred was now gone. The kids laughed, had a good old time till Pav point out something

“Hey, Guys! Let's head to the hills to see the fireworks! It's about to start!”

Everyone heads to the hills to see the start of the fireworks. Miguel made sure put on his sunglasses soo he wouldn’t be blinded, and Shade put on her earplugs so she wouldn’t go into shock because of the sound.

The light show was beautiful as many lights and shapes that can impress even the stoic of people. Shade couldn’t help but to put her head on Miguel’s shoulder which he didn’t mind. He couldn't help but smile to see the kids were happy and so was Shade.

This was a beautiful day

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #writing #spider gwen #miles molares #42 miles morales #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #mayday parker #spidersona

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nauticonfashionstore9 · 10 months

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gaiakoraidon · 10 months

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One Piece oneshot: Sleepover on the High Seas

Just a lil headcanon idea I had of the Straw Hats having sleepovers on the Thousand Sunny whenever they were out at sea heading to their next destination as well as me enjoying slapping modern stuff into fandoms I'm in. Also this is the first piece of work I've uploaded onto here, so enjoy everyone! My OC Tatsumi Mirai belongs to me while One Piece and its characters do not!

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Night had rolled around fast in the New World, the stars twinkling above in the darkened skies. The infamous vessel of the Straw Hat pirates, the Thousand Sunny, slowly drifted across the waters as the Straw Hat crew all headed to the main deck with sleeping bags and pillows. Mirai had hosted yet another sleepover for the crew to attend to, and this had been the first sleepover the crew had in ages! The first time they had one was when they still had the Going Merry and when Chopper and Nico Robin first joined. Everyone had a blast that first sleepover Mirai held, and Luffy loved it so much to the point that he wanted to do it again one night. They did while they were on their way to Water Seven, the final one they would have on the Merry before the day the crew parted with her.

Even after when they obtained the Thousand Sunny and when Franky joined as the team's shipwright, Mirai hadn't even thought of having another sleepover. Heck, not even after Thriller Bark and when Brook joined. But now, Mirai could finally host another sleepover after two full years of the crew being separated after a long time period of training. Everyone had indeed gotten stronger over the past two years, but it made her happy just to see that everyone was together again. "Yeah!! Sleepover time!!" Luffy exclaimed happily as Mirai chuckled in response. Luffy hadn't changed a bit, and that was a good thing. Heck, no one had changed at all after two years, not even Chopper's old habits.

The others were looking forward to it, not just Luffy. Nami and Robin were both excited, Zoro and Sanji didn't even fight and were happy to have some relaxation, Usopp was just as eager as ever to have some fun again, and Chopper's eyes were beaming brightly over the fact that he would get to have a chill night with his Mirai again as he held onto his own bag in his normal form while Mirai carried his pillow. She had to explain the whole point of a sleepover to Franky and Brook, since the two weren't with them when they had the previous two sleepovers, yet the two men remembered hearing Mirai ramble about one during their voyage to the Sabaody Archipelago.

Once they understood, the two men joined the others. "Can you believe it? Our first sleepover after two years!" Chopper exclaimed happily. Mirai smiled in response and replied, "You know it! This also gives me the perfect chance to improve them too now that we have a new ship! I mean, I did enjoy the two sleepovers we had on the Merry, but with the Sunny, I feel like we can spice things up a bit!" The reindeer smiled and laughed. What his student/assistant said was true, and he couldn't wait to see what she had in store this time.

Both Chopper and Mirai placed their bags side by side once they reached the main deck of the Sunny, since the two always tended to sleep together since they still shared that powerful sibling bond. In fact, Luffy had given Chopper permission to sleep with Mirai on some nights whenever he felt like it, since even though he could sleep on his own, there were some nights where he would head to the women's room so he could sleep with his assistant, since he tended to feel safer with her sometimes whenever he couldn't sleep or when he recalled a bad memory or had a bad dream. She always called Chopper her stuffed animal/cuddle buddy whenever that happened.

Everyone took the time to get situated as Mirai straightened out her pj shirt and lounge pants. In fact, her, Usopp, and Chopper were all wearing matching pjs for the night! It was a little something the three liked to do to show their friendship as a trio. Mirai walked in front of everyone as she held a notepad and pen in her hands as everyone sat on their bags and looked at Mirai. "As you may all know, this is the third official sleepover of the Straw Hat pirates, this being Franky and Brook's first one. I feel like we can spice up our sleepovers now with our new ship. See what features she has for these occasions," she explained to all of them.

Mirai began to list some things on the notepad she had with her. Card and board games, a movie to watch for the night, bringing out some snacks while telling stories of their past adventures, and finally, one of her performances. Mirai had always enjoyed entertaining the others with her powers, often performing small shows on the main deck of the Sunny as Brook played his tunes in the back(or other times both Brook and Franky playing a tune)for her to dance to. Luffy and Chopper always got amused by her shows and enjoyed them very much.

"These sound like wonderful ideas, but my question is, how would we even be able to watch a movie?" Usopp then asked when Mirai was done. It was true that they couldn't watch movies on the Merry, but was their actually a case with the Sunny? Franky smiled and pushed a button, freaking Mirai out as her wings jerked out of her back in shock. She gasped as her eyes lit up over an outdoor TV screen being rolled down. "Woah ho ho!!" Luffy exclaimed as his eyes too lit up. "An outdoor TV screen! Here!" Chopper added as his eyes lit up too. Even Usopp had the same expression as well as Robin and Nami both smiled in advance.

As for Mirai, she was speechless. She couldn't believe that Franky actually added an outdoor TV screen to the Sunny for them to watch films on. "You added one of these?!" she exclaimed as soon as she turned to see Franky, who chuckled in response. He happened to explain everything to her as the hybrid began to scan the screen from top to bottom. She looked back at him and returned the smile in advance.

Once that was done, Luffy was clutching onto his pillow like the bubbly captain that he was, exclaiming, "Come on Mirai let's start this!!" She chuckles and said, "The third official sleepover starts now!", everyone cheering in advance. Of course a card game was first on the list to do. Sanji happened to whip up some snacks for the team too while they played, even remembering to make some boneless spicy ranch chicken wings for Mirai, her favorite. She thanked Sanji for remembering as he smiled and welcomed her.

Luffy got a bit upset when Nami won the first round, but he then let off his iconic toothed grin as he chuckled, almost making Mirai laugh as well. "Again!" he exclaimed with pride. With the next round, Zoro and Sanji joined in along with Chopper playing with Mirai. He sat next to her and often peeked up from under the table or form shifted to see her cards. The hybrid would tell her sibling figure to minimize the peeking and form changing, for it could make the others suspicious.

They played for a third round(Luffy actually won the second round)before switching over to a board game Mirai happened to buy from a store they were at during their travels back in the Grand Line. It was a four player game, so everyone all took turns with Luffy being the one who stuck around the most of the rounds, sometimes annoying the others. Zoro and Sanji often argued with Luffy, but he didn't mind. He just wanted to have fun and such.

That was then all said and done, so it was time for the movie next. "So, what did you choose? I'm rather curious!" Luffy exclaimed as he walked up to Mirai's side with a smile and chuckle. Mirai happened to chuckle back, telling him to be patient. Eventually, Mirai pulled out a DVD she had in store as she stood in front of the fully rolled out outdoor TV screen. It happened to be one she watched during her travels, yet she'd been meaning to get the others to watch it as well.

Chopper was the last to leave the main room as he walked up to Mirai and form shifted to where he was around her age and height. It was the appearance of a human teenager as he called it. She smiled at him as he peeked over her shoulder, gasping at the sight of the film. "You still have that DVD?" he asked her in surprise. "Sure do! It's time we all watched it together shall we?" she replied with a smile. Chopper nodded in advance, forming a small fist as he joined the others, sitting to the left of Mirai's bag with Usopp sitting to the right.

Mirai had gotten into some Marvel movies during her travels and really wanted her friends to watch one. It was just that they didn't exactly had the time to do so and all. Now this was her big break to finally pull out one of her favorites and watch it with everyone. The Avengers happened to be the first one she watched, and she had the DVD still with her. Once she placed it in a pushed play on the menu screen, she sat in between Usopp and Chopper, both of them laughing in advance. "Looks like you made that DVD of good use now!" Usopp joked. Both Mirai and Chopper laughed in advance, still enjoying Usopp's fun loving jokes.

Luffy had to use the bathroom halfway through the film, and Nami told him what he missed afterwards as Robin chuckled in advance. Zoro couldn't help but look over at Franky and Brook, who were having a good time watching the film Mirai had put in. Chopper's eyes happened to light up at some parts of the film, and Nami and Robin could tell that Mirai's first friend was really getting into the action. Mirai looked over at Chopper and asked him if he was enjoying the movie, and he nodded in advance with a smile on his face, the moonlight hitting his reindeer nose that stayed in his human appearances.

The big climax to the film started afterwards, and everyone was actually cheering on the ship during this part of the movie. Since no one was around, they didn't drag the attention of other pirate ships or even Marines as well. Luffy was yelling at the top of his lungs and Usopp and Mirai both cheered for their favorite characters in advance. Chopper's eyes continued to light up in advance as he watched the madness happen on the screen in front of him, eventually joining into the cheering madness with the crew.

The movie ended afterwards, and everyone had calmed down, Chopper now back in his normal form as he laid on his back, gasping for air after all of the cheering he had done during the entirety of the film. "Chopper looks worn out," Usopp told Mirai. She looked over at the reindeer and laughed, seeing that Usopp has spoke the truth. After awhile, the reindeer woke up right off the gate, exclaiming, "THAT WAS SO GOOD!!" at the top of his lungs. "And he's back," Nami said to herself with a laugh.

Sanji had gotten snacks readied and prepared for everyone as they all began to tell a few stories of their past adventures, Mirai telling about the time she first met Luffy and the crew as well as the time she had helped Chopper with his Rumble Ball experiments back in the days when he was just getting started. Everyone had a fun time until they set the stage for Mirai's grand performance. Usopp acted like a stage act as he said, "And now ladies and gents, I present to you Winter Dragon Mirai and her blazing performance tonight!"

Everyone clapped as Mirai stood in the center of the ring and began to put a show on, Brook playing a tune in the back and Franky trying not to cry in advance. The sparks of flame that flared from Mirai reminded Luffy of his brother Ace, a person he still missed very dearly. Luffy and Chopper were always fascinated by Mirai's shows, not just the whole crew.

Chopper's eyes would always catch the flares from his student's pyrokinetic powers as she danced to the music. Sometimes he would remember those times the two would have a small dance together on the ship's main deck whether he was in the teenage form or in Heavy Point. Mirai soon took to the skies and doing some tricks, even flying through some rings of fire, making the crew clap.

"It's impressive seeing how Mirai can do all of this without any hassle," Robin told Nami as she nodded in advance. Zoro happened to smile, since he also enjoyed Mirai's shows. She finished it off with some "fireworks", and then landed and smiled as Brook ended the tune. The Straw Hats clapped again, Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper all hooting and hollering over Mirai's show. "Now now, hold your applause everyone! I'll be back with another show soon, so stick around!" the dragon joked with a grin across her face.

Now everyone was worn out after that. By the time the show ended, everyone was out(Luffy was the first to fall asleep). It really was a fun sleepover night, and Mirai was happy that she got to share another one with her friends after so long. Two years that is. Chopper had himself pressed up against Mirai's chest as she looked at the moonlight, smiling to herself as she turned the lights off. I'm happy everyone had fun tonight. I'm so glad I got to hold the third official Straw Hat sleepover. Here's to more in the future! her mind happily said.

Her sleeping bag was still in between Chopper and Usopp's, and she tucked Chopper into his bag and laid his head on his pillow, the reindeer smiling in his sleep as Mirai smiled back. She then got into her own bag, looking at the others who were sound asleep. Usopp mumbled something, but Mirai couldn't tell what it was as she giggled to herself. Once she tucked herself into her bag, she let sleep take over her as the beautiful and glowing expanse of the night struct both the Thousand Sunny and the waters of the New World.

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