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[sun-citadel]

Girlboss and malewife

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[tteokdoroki]

Hi! I’d like to enter the Bumble Swipe Right Event! Izuku as my fave, my ideal gift would be a card and jewelry, and i wanna swipe spicy!

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — IZUKU MIDORIYA. swipe spicy: decorated.

about. boom, it’s a match! izuku loves to see you decorated in all of the riches he can afford. he especially loves the anklet that he got you, and the way it dangles when he makes you see stars ( 0.8K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, mating press, unprotected sex, orgasm control, pro hero deku, fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event ! ( closed )

izuku midoriya has always had an eye for jewellery, especially when it comes to you. 

whenever he returns from missions, the number one hero is always sure to bring back an item of jewellery to make up for lost time. whether it be a beaded pearl necklace from a seaside town that he’d saved, or diamond earrings from an embassy member abroad. izuku never came back empty handed — even if it meant he had to buy you something. he liked seeing you decorated in the fruits of his success as one of japan’s ( and the world’s ) top heroes.

it’s like his own personal marking, a sign of his belonging to you, and you to him. 

yet izuku could drape you in all the glitter and gold in the world and it still wouldn’t be enough to showcase how much he adores you. there aren’t enough riches in the world to spoil you with and… that’s okay. you seem perfectly content with what you have now, especially the anklet he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day. the one with the little ‘I’ and ‘M’ charms you’d gotten with it. 

the one that dangles above your head when izuku passionately pounds into you after returning from a particularly stressful mission abroad. 

“g-god, i missed you s’much. missed this sweet little pussy. oh fuck!” forest green curls tickle at the underside of your chin from where izuku has nestled his head against your neck, his lips work shades of deep purples and midnight blue/ into the saltiness of your skin — teething and biting at its soft expanse until you’re decorated with a necklace of love bites. “you…oh angel…you get so tight when i fold you up like this,” he laments in satisfaction, feeling your sluice and sloppy sex ripple around his thick cock with every calculated thrust. “you must have really…really missed me.”

the pro hero uses the strength he’s built up over the ears to fuck into you properly — the force behind his hips sending you jolting up the bed. when he pulls away from the loving assault on your neck, a pinkish hue mingles with the galaxy of freckles dotted across deku’s face, cheeks pink from the exertion. his cockhead is in no better condition, bright red, angry and hot as it smears precum along your ravaged walls. 

“m-missed you s’much izu, please!” 

as a reward, he bullies you nice and open for him — heavy breeders balls clapping against the plush flesh of your ass so hard that your entire body shakes as a result. with all of izuku’s muscle and weight on top of you, you feel as though you can’t breathe — like he’s choking you out from the inside as he uses your creamy cunt to his hearts content. he keeps your knees pressed into your shoulders, ankles haphazardly thr

own over his broader ones which only spread you further. 

the anklet he’d given you shakes under your sinful ministrations, catching in the low light of your bedroom while deku makes love to you on sex soiled sheets. “you look so…pretty when i ruin you like this, have you spread open like this,” he whispers lovingly, contrasting with the harsh manner in which his thick dick pumps in and out of your slick heat. “and this, watching it sway from how hard i’m fucking you…angel, all of it drives me insane.” izuku’s nose nudges it’s way up your calf, plump pink lips teasingly making their way up to the golden anklet dangling from your foot. 

rhythmic thrusts soon because salacious grinds, izuku never relenting on how he deep he fucks into you. all you can do is lay there uselessly, taking cock, taking praise, taking love from midoriya as he puts his all into making you reach cloud nine. his thumb draws circles over your cute clit, his hooded evergreen eyes trained on the way your pussy pulsates and spurts little streams of juices around him. as though she’s laying her claim on his thick, shaft covered with spiralling blue veins.

opaque white paints izuku’s tummy, a crude mix of his precum and your sweet nectar smearing over his abdomen contracting as it contracts against your sex. “think i’m gonna cum,” you wail sweetly, keening into his touch as you look up at your pro hero boyfriend with big wet eyes. “please let me cum. please ‘zu, i’ll be good!”

izuku only tuts in response, kissing your ankle before he takes the chain of your anklet between the perfect rows of his pearly white teeth. 

“you’ll cum when i say so, angel.” the green haired hero drawls softly, yet condescendingly. he makes extra effort in showing off his award winning smile with the chain in his mouth in order  to distract you from the slight change in the way deku angles his hips — his bulbous and leaky cockhead never leaving your sticky g-spot. “and i’m far from done with you, tonight.” 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[eimids]

Looking like a winner

Lucy Bronze x reader

ok so this might be like a one time thing or i might start writing more often.

this is my first time writing here so let’s see what this will be😋

and i definitely have not reread this🤝

warnings: smut. smut. smut.

words: 1.9k

After winning the euros, Lucy felt like she was on top of the world. Getting to win such a major tournament with her best friends felt incredible. She was proud of herself and the team, and so were you. You were proudly wearing a jersey with the name Bronze in the back. Jumping with joy when thr match finally came to an end.

You knew that Lucy was going to have a long night celebrating with her teammates, so you were patient. Although you were together a lot during the euros, you still didn’t really have time for each other. Well you did but not time for what the both of you really craved. Sex.

It had been almost a month since you last had sex, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Having a lot of dreams about Lucy fucking you in every possible way and Lucy teasing you with some not so innocent photos, made you a walking mess.

Many nights you let your hands wander down to your sensitive and neglected clit. Looking photos of Lucy with her muscles on display, imaging it was her hand on your body, you still weren’t able to make yourself come. Once you had Lucy’s fingers, nothing felt the same.

So after the long night Lucy finally returned home. It was around 4am when she walked through the door of your shared apartment. You were already asleep but woke up to the sounds of your wife. She was slightly drunk, but nothing too much. She wasn’t a lightweight and could drink quite a lot without getting drunk.

You sat in your bed and waited for Lucy to come through the bedroom door. It took a while but when she finally came, you were at a loss of words. Quickly you were wide awake.

Lucy standing there with nothing but her gold medal and strap on around her waist.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer” Lucy laughed a little at your antics. Mouth open and eyes shamelessly roaming on her body.

You couldn’t muster up any words. Your brain short circuited at the sight of your absolute gorgeous wife. The medal was sitting on her oh so perfect abs. The strap between her legs was your favorite. Her hair was let down and the perfect smirk on her face did not help your situation.

“I told you that if I win, I would fuck you with this medal banging in your head. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do with you tonight.” Lucy explained while walking closer to you.

“Please, please Lucy, please I need you to fuck me, been so needy” Was all you could say. Lucy was happy with that as she manhandled you on your knees, on the ground.

“No clothes, I really like this view” Lucy said and now it was her turn to take in every detail of you. Your perfect boobs, that she loved so much. Your eyes pleading as you looked up at her.

“Suck my dick nice and wet for your pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t walk tomorrow” Lucy said with her hoarse voice.

That was enough for you to get to action. Quickly putting your hands on Lucys thighs and your tongue on the tip of the strap. You slowly circled it before licking the sides of it. You only now realized that Lucy had a vibrator on her side of the strap. Hearing the low buzz of it made you want to work even harder on her strap. Wanting to make her feel good.

“Oh just like that. You are just a little slut who is willingly letting me fuck her at any point of the day, or in this case night. But you are the best slut I could ask for” Lucy encouraged you as you started to take the strap deeper into your mouth.

Lucy brought her hand on your hair and started guiding your movements. Finding a pace that was the most pleasurable for her. You also brought your hands at the base of the harness so the vibrations were better for her.

“Oh such a good girl, taking my cock so well. So good girl” Lucy said as you started to gag around the strap. It hit the back of your throat again and again, but you were fully enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come with her strap in your mouth. How could she not, when she had such a gorgeous sight. You with teary eyes taking so proudly her strap.

“Oh don’t stop y/n, you are doing so good, just keep- oh, keep going” Lucy moaned when she road her high. Legs shaking and eyes rolling. It was your favorite look on your wife.

After she calmed down a bit, she was again manhandling you to the bed. This time putting you on your hands and knees.

“You were so good to me, you deserve a nice reward, don’t you?” Lucy asked.

“Yeas please, I’ve been a good girl for you, please fuck me” You stuttered, just waiting to be filled.

Lucy didn’t wast time as she brought her fingers to your pussy and dipped them in.

“Oh you are already so wet for me baby, did sucking my strap make you wet?” Lucy asked proudly. Obviously she knew the answer to that but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes, I love sucking your cock. Please fuck me now” You said inpatitently.

“Oh someone is getting inpatient, well who am I to deny you” Lucy said and lined the strap to your pussy.

Slowly she started to push it in. You enjoyed the stretch of your walls, letting an ungodly moan. Lucy let you adjust for a while, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You gave a sign that you were ready. That was all that Lucy needed before pulling the cock out of you, except the tip, and slamming it back inside.

“Lucy, fuck” You screamed so loudly that you knew that you would hear from the neighbors. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was Lucy mercilessly banging you from behind.

You moaned shamelessly as you felt the medal make touch of the back of your head. You were filled with pride over your wife. You knew how important winning this was to her. And now she could put the medal in action.

Lucy was too on cloud nine as she watched her medal swinging. She was proud of herself and was happily showing it to you.

“On Lucy please, please make me come” You pleaded as you were getting closer. You just needed a bit more.

Lucy, being the perfect wife, knew exactly what you needed. She brought her fingers to your sensitive clit and started to circle it. After that it didn’t take long as you were coming hard around her cock.

“Yes, yes, Lucy you are making me feel so good please don’t stop baby” You moaned.

Lucy didn’t stop. Although she was proud of her medal, she was more proud of having you as a wife. She was the kind of woman that would do anything for you.

Not slowing down, she kept on going. Her fingers still circling your clit as you erupted for the second time. Your orgasm taking over your whole body as you shook with the power of it.

Slowing her movements you came down from your orgasm. She stayed inside you for a while. Kissing you back and whispering sweet nothings to your ears. You could feel the medal lay on your back between you and your wife.

You could’ve happily stayed in that moment forever. But Lucy had other plans. She pulled out of you slowly, not wanting any discomfort for you. Still you whined at the emptiness.

“I’m proud of you Lucia” Was the first thing you said as you found the words. You turned to your back to look at her.

Those words flipped something inside Lucy, the dominant personality was gone and some tears were brought to her eyes.

“So, so proud of you my baby” You continued. She came straddling on top of you so she could kiss you.

The kiss was passionate and needy, after a long time, she finally had you all to herself. She was a european champion and happier than ever that she could do that with you by her side.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl” Was all she said before clashing her lips back to yours.

Her hands found your boobs and she started to massage them. She loved how sensitive they were and how you started moaning in her mouth at her actions.

“Can I please fuck your tits” She asked you suddenly. It was something she had wanted to do for a while but never had the courage to ask you. But now she felt like it was the perfect moment.

You nodded enthusiastically and she shifted on top of you. She put the vibrator back on and jolted a bit at first. Then she brought the strap between your perfect breasts. So round and full. All for her to use.

The strap was still wet from your pussy, so it was easily sliding between you boobs. Lucy even brought her hands and squeezed you tits together so both of you could feel better.

When Lucy’s fingers found your nipples, you knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to come by her just touching your nipples. It wouldn’t be the first time, and definitely not the last.

This time Lucy was gentle. Her thrust were slow and passionate. Her fingers working on your nippels and her eyes studying every inch of your face so she could see what felt the best for you.

“Shit Lucy, do that again” You moaned as Lucy twisted your nipple in a particularly amazing way.

So she did, again and again, untill you were at the brink of your orgasm.

“Wait for me baby, I want to cum with you” Lucy musterd chasing her own orgasm.

With you bringing your hand again at the base of the harness, she was a goner.

“Oh now baby, do it. Come with me my sweet girl. I want to see you coming” Lucy moaned as the orgasm took over her body. With one more twist of your nipple you were coming with her.

It was like you were in heaven. The prettiest woman on top of you having an orgasm, your own body in fire with pleasure. It was everything you needed.

Lucy fell next to you panting. You both had a minute to calm down.

“That was probably the best we’ve ever had” You said breathlessly.

“It really was” Lucy said proudly. A smile on her face.

She turned to kiss you again. It was slow and sweet with so much love in it. Just like how she kissed you on your wedding day. It was something truly magical.

You didn’t really speak for a while. Just holding each other and enjoying the moment. It was the aftercare that both of you needed.

After some water and Lucy cleaning you up, you happily fell asleep on top of her.

“Good night my sweet girl” Lucy said before kissing your head.

After making sure you where comfortable, she fell asleep herself.

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So yeah I haven’t written in a long time so well see if this is any good. Please give me some feedback!

[spitinsideme]

I JUST WATCHED TROLLS 2 AND 3 AND POMNI AND FAGATHA ARE LITTERALY THAT ONE COUPLE IN TROLL 3 THEY ARE ACTUALLY BRUCE AND HIS WIFEE!!!! THEY ARE THEM!!!!

first of sll, i want to sy that youre completely right and this is kind of them and secomd of all, i am about to be hormh for trolls 2 world tpur delta the country troll because i need to talk aboitit so badly. im putting a warning now that i am going to he HORNY i will get NSFW !!! i jst neees to get this off my chest i domt.care read at your own risk ive warned yo all

for the record, i love and respext women and i think all women are complex and have so muxb to.them. i also am normal

this womaj right here ... this love of my life .. never ib my life hav ei thought that trolls coukd have sex appeal, i domt look st them and think yeah whatever fuckable because they never have. bit her ? her aura lf sadness, her i take no shit thing, her toughness ... god i get the sex appeal now i fucking get it because i want her so .. so badly ...

i want to.fuckimg RIDE her and i donr even mean her horse side i dont want to ride her like a cowgirl bit god if she wants to do it in cowgirl position i happily fucking ill get in posoition ill get rrady and god o will JUMP on whateber thr fucm she will have me juml on i dont even lime dick but if she had one ? im giving the most sloppy, toe curling, gut wrenching, hair pulling, blood sucking, world ending, pussy shatterimg, cock destroying, orgasm overload head of the WORLD. illngive a mew meaning to a blowjob and if she has a pussy shit ill fuckong eat it too id do whatever she wnated id get on my knees for her id hump the FUCK out of her four horse legs shw wpukd have my wetness stuck in her fur for weeks afrer that and id lick kt lff okay id clesn it off for her id use my tongue skills tp do the jlb RIGHR and id ensing eery ssimgle second of having my tomfue on her. i want her to mount me like a fuckong horse i want her on.top of me as i lay stosmxh on.the floor i want her destroying me i want my inskde ANNIHILATED !!!! i want her to fuck me so hard my ovaries become scrambled eggs abd she tames them out, fries them, seasoms them, and serves them to me on a plate and tells me i did a good job with her beautoful southern voice. i want her to literlly obliterate me i want her to trample me i want my stomach lining to be destroyed becayse she wilm shove her hoove so far down my thrlst that it will cause friction burn and make my saliva acidic i liteelaly want her to est me oit and make me see god and have him be disgusted and terrfied at the sounds im makimg he needs to be scared and regret ever making genitals for humans becayse the face and the sounds i will be making will caise him to start planning a homosapien extermaination to start over humanity because hes terrfied of what he created by giving humajs sexual pleasure thats how good she will eat me out.

and.god her voide ? her fucking voice ? her southern accent ???? take me already ??? i want tp make her scream i need to mske her scream i want to.her her say my namewith her southern accent and i want her to call me sweerie throufhout it and ill make sure i please her so much that she will say it bwcause indeserce ir after makung her eyes rolls baxk and her legs kick i wanr her to kick me as shes having an orgasn i aant her o literally send me flying woth her kicks she shpukd kick me so hard that inget internal bleeding but, even with blood driping down my mouth from my lungs being punctured from my broken ribs, i come back.to help ride her throifh her orgasm and give her as many more as she wants i want her pulling my hair until she rips it all out and ingo bald id have a wig eveey single time and id suoer glue it onto my head so i coukd fall how jars shes pulling i wsnt her to pull that superglued wig off every time and i want to have my skull showikg by the ampunt of skin and musfle she pulled off

AND THE HAID ???THE FUCKING HAIE ???? GOD !!!! IM GETTING STARTED ON THAT BECAUSE JESUF FUCKING CHRIST I MEAN JOLLY FUCKING JEEZ ILL DO ANYTHING JUST TAKE ME ALREASY !!! her hair looks sosos soft and i want to touch jt .. i woukd beg for some of her hair, and then id take crochet courses abd lesrn how to crochet and after id do all that and do lots of practice id make knickers and a bra using the hair she had so kindly given me and id wear it every single day every single hour eveeh single minite for all the secknds that pass and it wpukd feel like delta herself touching me everyrwhere in those places for so long id even make fill on clothes out of he rhair and id wear them rverday and id get the appeal of clorhed sex, id never take my clothes off anymore, i woukdnt even have to because just having those clothes on would count as clothed sex becaause of how lustful id feel just wesing them. everyrime id move and the fricrion make the clorhes get mkre omto my body id start sweating, abd the swear would make the cllthes stick mkre tonmy body abd at that point id have the mosr earth desteoyong orgasm, the ground bellw me would be so destroyed that i could see the other side of the world from the hole i jjst created using my hole do you undeeatand ? im gay for herm i want her. i want to make a dildo using her hoove shape, and then i want to make a.cover for it using her hair anr that thong woukd be inside me every single fucking dsy nonstop id neve rtake ir our, by day two it woukd be disimtegrated because of how wet id made ir i woukd mske it out of steel or whateve5 fuckingg stromg ass materail but the poert of my pussy and love woukd get it to disintgerate and go soggy lke paper. that thing woukd merge inside me that it woukd count as a third limb it wpukd count as a whole new beong inside me id name it. my medical records would have tonbe changed to account for the thing i made in her honour because it ould nor officialby be part of me. it woukd be in there forever.

basiclsly, what im trying to say is, i think shes a reallyy cool charavter 👍

[misseviehyde]

I BECOME YOU

I am just a mask.

It is my wearer who gives me form and purpose. Put me on and you can be anyone you want to be. My magic will give you the face, the body and the life you most desire.

Of course I do have SOME say in the matter. As soon as you put me on I prefer to reach into your mind and make you want to be feminine and pretty.

I like to look slutty... I like to look young. It's usually quite easy to tweak those subconscious desires and make my wearer want to be a naughty little brat.

Brats are the best. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, big perky tits and tight pussies - I like to ride on a body that looks beautiful and pampered. I like to make my wearers into hot spoiled fashion and sex obsessed bitches.

Once I'm your new face - no one can remember the old you. Whilst you wear me it becomes impossible for a person to conceive of you as anyone else than who I have made you. Even if you put me on in front of them - they instantly forget.

Olivia... Chloe... Ashley... Madison... Beckie... it doesn't matter which slutty new personality I have chosen for you. It will begin to take over every time you wear me.

Friends will no longer remember the old you - only see the mean teen I've made you into. You're probably their bully now, they probably hate and fear you.

You'll enjoy what I've made you though. As your strong new Alpha boyfriend fucks you in his convertible - you'll love the feeling of being a hot slut. As you see your social media accounts take over thr world and thousands of boys simp for you, you'll feel like a Goddess. As you shop for designer clothes and hang out with the most popular girls from school - you'll finally feel complete.

Your family won't even realise they've lost a kid. I'll find you a better family - a rich family that appreciates your new persona. You'll walk into a ready made life of pleasure and privilege. Daddy's credit card will pay for everything. That and your pretty privilege.

So long as you wear me more and more I'm happy to ride along with you as my host. I am your face after all. Soon I'll be the only face you need.

Because of course, what you don't realise is that just as no one else can remember who is behind the mask, soon neither can you.

The more you wear me, the more I take. The more you forget who you even are. Soon the day comes that you forget you're even wearing a mask.

As you stare into the mirror you can't remember who you really are or even muster the strength to care. The personality and memories I gave you become the only ones that matter. You're now every inch the entitled brat I wanted you to be.

I love feeling your lips move as you boss boys around. I love what a cruel, mean spoiled bitch you have become. Doesn't it feel good to forget who you were and just be a mean girl. We were made to be together.

My face is your face.

I am just a mask. But I have become you...

[ap0wersstories]

Pregnant Home Invasion

Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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Vi was 7 months pregnant and very visibly showing. A slim South East woman at 32 she still had a good body for someone going through pregnancy. She managed well independently for the most part and was happy doing most things herself, but every so often she would struggle with something and quite often people passing by we’re happy to help and she was happy to accept it. In general she felt people were good and trusted easily. 

This day she was taking the shopping inside her home, she was wearing pregnant activewear style clothing which hugged against her shaped frame. She had quite a bit of stuff and was managing but struggling she even stumbled slightly but found herself caught but a man in his 30s, “you ok mam? I just caught you!”

“Oh thank you yes! I’m ok, amazing timing!”

The man pulled her upright and grabbed the heavier bags, let me help you take these in. “Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”

She opened the door with her keys and he walked inside her house, “husband out?”

“Yes, he’s working late sadly. Just me and the bub!”

He walked deep into the house, seemingly looking for the kitchen, Vi was trusting but mindful of a random man being deep in her house, even if he was helping her out. Thankfully her 1yo was with her parents for the day so she didn’t have to worry about anyone but herself. 

“Thanks for that, I really appreciate it. You can leave it all there.”

“Nonsense! Where’s your kitchen? I’ll drop it right there so you don’t have to go any further. How far along are you?”

Vi was getting a little uncomfortable at the questions but still stayed polite, “I’m 31 weeks, or 7 months. Really keen for bub to come out though. Thanks again, really that’s fine now.”

“Oh no worries, oh do you know what can I use your bathroom really quickly?”

He was already looking around for it before Vi could say anything, “ah yeah I guess so. It’s just in here.” Vi was really starting to want this man to leave, his welcome was well overstayed. 

He went in the toilet and only a minute later he came out. Vi was relieved, “ok well, thanks so much…” she led her arm towards the front door. “Oh sure!” The man said, they walked to the open door, he went in front and then just as he got to the door her closed in and turned around holding a knife. Vi gasped but before she could scream he had his hand over her mouth and knife to her throat, “not a word you pregnant slut or I’ll slice you into pieces! Put you wrist’s together and don’t you dare scream when I take my hand away!” Shaking in fear she did as she was told, he used packing zip ties from his pocket to tightly bind them together, then he pushed he into her kitchen passed the groceries he’d helped her carry in. “P-please don’t hurt me or my child! Take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!” He shoved her hard against the kitchen bench and grabbing a fistful of her activewear pants he pulled them down so they fell to her feet. He groped her ass then poked his index finger and middle finger into her well worn pussy, while he attempted to poke his ring and pinky finger into her asshole. “Ahhhhhh, no please stop!!!”

Her cries were such a turn on but he was mindful of people hearing her screams, he pulled his fingers out and roughly turned her around so she was facing him with her heavily pregnant belly. He then forced her down onto her knees, and started unzipping his pants, “do want me to cut you to ribbons?! Don’t fucking test me cunt! Now open your whore mouth and take my cock deep down your throat!!” He used one hand to wrap around her throat and the other on the back of her her, her hands bound by the zip ties she was totally helpless. Mindful of his threats and worried for her unborn child she decided compliance was her only way forward. He forced his cock in her mouth and thrusted hard into her, he wasn’t interested in wasting time with easing her into it, he was getting so turned on at the idea of throat fucking a pregnant woman. Eventually when he felt he had total compliance he used both hands to force his cock as deep as it would go, hitting the back of her mouth and down her throat. She started gagging and was worried he might pass out from asphyxiation but he managed to pull out just in time each time. As he pulled his cock out for a 4th time after a brutal throat fucking he had finally had enough of her face, he pulled her up onto her feet (no mean feet given her size and the trauma she’d experienced) and forced her onto lying on the kitchen table. 

Lying there sobbing her used his knife to quickly cut away her pants that were still around her ankles and stuffed her panties into her mouth muffling her sobs. He then pulled her activewear top up revealing her naked pregnant belly and rolling the knife over the bump he then cut away her top and bra nearing her practically naked. Vi continued to sob into her panty gag, every so often the man would hear a muffled “nnnnnnnn, pweeeesh, le-me-goooooo”. The man did was finally satisfied with her state and readied his hard cock against her pussy, “let’s see if bub feels this poke against it!” And with that he thrusted hard into her, like the mouth he wasn’t interested in being slow and kind, he was an animal wanting to get his rocks off. As he fucked her hard her tits bounced heavenly, which she tried her hardest to prevent with her bound wrists but could only do so much. What happened next for Vi shocked her though, at some point during his thrusts he must’ve hit a g-spot as suddenly her body stirred up with electricity as she felt him turned her on. Her pussy was getting wetter than she’s experienced for a long time as the hormones got her more and more turned on. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but moan hard into her panty gag. 

The man had noticed this change in behaviour and it turned him on even more, “yeah baby!! I bet you’re hubby has never fucked you like this!!! You always wanted it!!! You’re a slut and a breeding vessel, nothing more!!!!” He slapped her face and heavily groped her sensitive tits with her nipples getting visibly erect. Vi couldn’t help it, she knew it was true that this rapist was turning her on, she gasped and moaned as her orgasm built and arched her back with a “aaaaaahhhhhhhnnnnnn!!!!” And with that her body had its biggest orgasm she’s ever experienced and it wasn’t coming down while the man kept raping her pussy as his he felt his balls about to explode and with a final thrust he couldn’t help but yell, “ahhhhhhhh fucked yeah you pregnant Asian slut!!!! Your cunt belongsto me!!!!” Every thrust squirting more cum in her pregnant body, Vi quivered as her orgasm finally started coming down and she felt the shame of orgasming to someone other than her husband. She started sobbing again through shame and fear of whether this man would follow through on any of his threats, thankfully for her though the man was done (after taking a few pics of her for his own personal collection and memories). He uses the knife to cut her zip ties free and removed the panties from her mouth. 

Seeing her sobbing and the cum dribbling out of her pussy turned the man on but he also felt sorry for her. “I’m sorry, are you ok? Is your baby ok?” Vi was dumbfounded by him asking these questions but she was afraid of what he’s do if she answered honestly, so she told the half truth in the hop he would leave, “it hurts everywhere, but I think I still feel my baby kicking.” The man placed his hands on her belly and indeed felt a kick, he smiled strangely and looking at her said, “isn’t pregnancy incredible?” And with that bizarre comment he grabbed his clothes and left her lying on the table in shock. 

[nautiscarader]

Ash/Dawn/Chloe World Championship victory celebration

(reminder I don't really watch pokeani, so If I forked something up, blame people writing articles on bulbapedia)

There was seemingly no end to Ash's world championship celebrations, and this night was reserved by Dawn and Chloe, who started it off with a contest - aptly for two coordinators.

excwpt their costumes, while rich and detailed, were getting less and less complete with each round, while Ash watched them, until all he could see was Dawn's pussy, as she sat on his face, offering Ash's cock to her friend. A nd as the two girls rode thr champion, they kissed. creating a powerful combo of moves, when Dawn squirted all over Ash's face, and Chloe experienced for herself the powerful and plentiful orgasm of Ash Ketchum Dawn told her about.

It wasn't long before Dawn, after years of her own travels, desired Ash's cock herself, getting sandwiched between him and Chloe, making Ash wish he travelled with them, as Dawn kissed and licked her creampied pussy.

The night continued, especially once the two coordinators have suggested that the champion might try career at coordinating, having put a few poffins in their ovens, only fuelling Ash's appetite.

[buckyhoney-library]

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: i had to turn this into a whole ass blurb/one shot, this is different than anything that i've written in the past.

reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

Warnings: 18+, no plot- just porn, dubcon, age gap (early/mid 20's), stepdad!bucky, dom!bucky, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, innocent kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f), masturbation (f), sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 2.2k

Chills spread over the surface of your body- his fingers trace along the tops of your shoulder and up your neck- stopping at your jaw. The sound of his breathing is the only thing you can hear. His clothed chest presses against your back- his crotch flush with your ass.

Having another body so close and pressed against you is foreign.

Nerves bundle in your stomach as his fingers slide up the sides of your waist, stopping right before your breast- cupping them through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your sensitive nipples pebble and poke through the tank top.

A surprised gasp falls from your lips, he chuckles into your ear.

That tank top is what landed you here with your breasts being groped and messaged. Bucky had gotten fed up with you wandering around the house with tiny clothing that barely covers your most intimate areas.

With the innocence of what such clothing does to a man, you thought nothing of it- as it’s been warmer outside, and you needed to cool off.

“Daddy…” Breathlessly whining, your core began to tingle- something that has been happening more often.

Humming, Bucky moves the strands of floral-smelling hair to the side- exposing your neck. Pressing soft pecks along the base of your neck, he trails up to the bottom of your ear.

“Honey, have you ever played with your special place?” Your shoulders tense.

The rough callused palm roamed over your tummy, stopping at the band of the muted pink pajama shorts.

Bucky knew the answer. He heard the soft muffled moans and whimpers that come from your bedroom. This sparked curiosity.

Through the crack of the door, Bucky witnessed the sinful act of your hips rolling on your stuffies.

Accidently grinding against one of your bear’s nose in the middle of the night was the act that started the exploration of your body. You knew that what you were doing wasn’t allowed- but the feeling you got when you grind your clit into the face of the teddy was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

The first orgasm you had took you by surprise, drenching your favorite teddy in your juices.

From that night forward, your fingers exploded the sensitive bud and the aching hole.

When your fingers weren’t enough, you teased your needy clit with the hard nose of your teddy. The simulation became addicting and masturbating with your teddy became a daily occurrence.

Tweaking your nipples and toying your clit are acts that you knew would get you in a world of trouble- if you caught by your mother. So, you kept the touching and teasing for when she went to work- but you had no idea that this whole time you had an audience for your private sessions.

Breasts swaying, nipples barely grazing the sheets, and the sight of the light brown teddy bear, that he gifted to you for your birthday, stimulating your clit- left Bucky no option but to stroke himself in the hallway.

Praying silent prayers that his wife wouldn’t catch him cumming in his hand to his precious stepdaughter.

Overtaken with the pleasure, your grasp on your teddy’s head tightens as the rocking of your hips became more aggressive. Simulation from the nose on your clit becoming too much for you to bear. The sounds fell from your lips like honey off a spoon- Bucky could listen to your whimpers on a continuous loop.

Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth jaw fall opens- this time, no sound comes out. The overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washing over you- causing your body to twitch and your eyes roll back.

Bucky became addicted to the beautiful sight in front of him, he watched you explore your body almost every day.

“Yes.” Heat flushed your cheeks, and you look down at his fingers playing with the strings.

“Do you want Daddy to touch your special place?” Bucky’s breath is hot on your neck.

The question made the heartbeat between your legs grow louder. All you could manage to do is nod. The sensation of your nipples mixed with the hot breath on your neck put you under a spell.

You knew that Bucky shouldn’t be touching you, but you wanted his fingers to play with your cunt- knowing he could make you feel better than any of your teddy’s.

“Has anyone else ever played with you?” Embarrassed, you shake your head.

The answer makes his cock twitch and harden. Bucky dreamed of being the first one who gets to stretch your tight hole. The first one to feel how sweet you tasted as your dripped with arousal- The image of your cunt swallowing his cock has made him cum too many times to count.

“How honored I am to be the one to ruin your innocence.”

The grip on your breasts moved to your hips, leaving your assaulted breasts sore. Twisting your hips, forcing them to turn to face him. Your doe-eyed expression only made Bucky’s cock throb.

Guiding your shaking fingers to his cock, Bucky's eyes are mesmerized at the innocence beginning to drain from your body.

The yelp that you made from the feeling of his erect cock- makes him chuckle.

“Don’t be scared, Honey- Daddy is gonna be gentle with you before I stuff you full of my cock.” The fallen piece of hair is moved ever so gently from your cheek.

The adrenaline soaring through your veins and dampening panties gives you a confidence boost, you squeeze him.

A low groan from Bucky causes you to giggle and your eyes light up. Bucky smiles, tilting your chin upward. He plants a small kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“See, little one? You made Daddy feel good- do you want Daddy to make you feel good too?” The softness in his voice relaxes your tense shoulders, trusting that you’re in good hands.

Heat rises in your cheeks at the taboo question, you nod anyway.

“Use your words. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to your special place,” His fingers slide down the thin strap of the tank top, stopping at the base. Your mouth runs dry as he traces the tank top, circling over your nipple.

“I want your cock… inside me…” The request takes Bucky back- thinking you’d ask for your clit to be played with.

“Oh, little one… I’m too big for your little cunt, I have to stretch you out first.” Forming a pout, you frown.

“I promise, Daddy is gonna fill you up real nice, okay? How about you show me how you play with yourself, yeah?” Still pouting, you nod.

Motioning to your bed, you sit on the edge of the bed. Bucky takes a seat on the small ottoman next to the bed.

Tugging the ends of your tank top upward, your breasts drop. An incoherent mumble escapes past Bucky’s lips as his legs spread. The self-control that his exhibiting by not shoving his cock down your throat is astounding.

His flustered reaction causes you to giggle. Leaning back to the bed, you slide off the pajama shorts. The clothing is discarded to the floor beside you.

Legs spread wide, you let one hand play with your nipples, and the other slide down to your glistening cunt.

“You’re so wet, honey- I can see you dripping from here,” Bucky’s palm is over his bugle, messaging himself through his pants.

Hips dig down at the relief from your touch, sliding your fingers between your folds. The juices coat your fingers, you bring them to your mouth- closing your lips around them, sucking off your arousal. Bucky is in disbelief from how natural it was for you to taste yourself and how comfortable you were playing with your cunt in front of him. He begins to fiddle with his zipper.

Your light breathy whimpers fill the room as your fingers toy with your clit.

Bucky’s fingers wrap around himself, slowly stroking himself- attempting to process the breathtaking sight of your cunt on full display.

Your hips buck into your fingers, while whimpers beginning to recklessly fall from your mouth.

Blindly reaching around for your stuffie to grind your now swollen clit into, but instead, feel a pair of calloused palms on your inner thighs.

“Couldn’t take it anymore- I need to taste that cunt for myself.” The sound that leaves your mouth surprises both of you as you feel his mouth attack your cunt.

His tongue dragging all over your cunt, licking up all the juices. The new sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before- the way his tongue flicked your clit and lapped up your fallen juices pulled you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck. I’ve never seen such a stunnin’ pussy before, honey” Bucky can’t stop himself.

The moment your hips began to squirm, and the squeals and whimpers fall from your lips- his forearm holds your tummy down. Bucky wants to savor every last bit of you. The pad of his finger glides over the moist fold, examining you up close.

“Gotta see how tight you are,” He inserts his middle finger.

Curling in them in, grazing your g-spot. The force on your tummy enhances the pleasure building.

“Oh, honey- Daddy needs to stretch your little cunt,” The ring finger joins the middle, sending you flying into a euphoric state.

Bucky pumps his arousal-coated fingers, growing in speed. You ball the sheets in your fists, bucking your hips into his fingers.

“Please Daddy!” You choke pathetically.

“Please what? You need to cum?” You can barely manage to nod as you feel the lower half of your body become weak.

“I need you to tell me with your words.” You’ve entered another world and your fingers desperately try to unhook his grasp on your tummy.

“I can’t hold it- Daddy, please let me cum all over your fingers!” Proud of how quickly you’re learning his rules, he grants your wish.

Twitching and bucking aimlessly, you are overwhelmed with the shockwaves of pleasure that are soaring through every nerve of your body. Bucky continues to stretch your pussy, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Another wave of pleasure takes you, you're blinded by who powerful it is- no sound comes from you, body silently convulsing.

“I’m so proud of you, honey. Can’t wait to ruin you with my cock,” Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes, dropping them with the others.

Regaining your vision and the rest of your senses, you met with his cock looking right at you- angry, swollen, and dripping with precum.

“See what that pussy does to me?” He chuckles, watching your eyes go wide and chest rise.

“I’ll be gentle,” He coos, kneeling down, placing a tender kiss on the top of your heat.

The confidence you once had vanishing as he grabs hold of himself. His cock throbbing against your folds as he slides his tip up and down.

Your moans don’t sound human as his tip finally enters you. The grunts match your moans. The tightness of your walls around Bucky catches him off guard. His fingers were nothing compared to his girth and length.

“Daddy- you’re too big for me I can’t-“ Tears form in the corners of your eyes the further he pushes himself.

“I’ll make it fit, ‘m filling you up.” With one swift motion, his pelvis flushes with your thighs.

The sweet sound of your cries and the instinct to pull off him- turns him feral. Bucky’s palms spread your thighs out, keeping them from pulling away from him.

“Don’t pull away. You’re doing such a good job,” Each thrust releases an animalistic sound from you, your body feeling numb with bliss.

Bucky feels your body relax completely, opening you up more, granting him the ability to go deeper. Turning into his fuck toy, you’re a babbling whimpering mess. You’ve lost vision and the ability to form words.

After being stuffed inside you, there is no way that Bucky going to be able to use his hand again. There is no replicating your cunt- how tight, warm, or the sounds you made.

“Daddy is so close, little one. Do you want Daddy to fill you up? Want him to stuff you full of his cum?” Bucky’s voice almost mocking how pathetic you look you’re your breasts bouncing, and your body paralyzed by his cock.

“Fill me, p-please!” You cry through the pleasure and pain.

Bucky’s palm presses on your tummy, increasing the pleasure of his cock ramming into you. Bucky’s foul curses and strings of praises of how amazing your cunt feels around him sound muffled to you.

As he presses on your tummy, he can feel himself filling you through your tummy. You cry out in pure bliss, desperately trying to move your hips from the sensitivity. The third wave crashing into you and wrecking you completely.

“Oh, look at that! Look at all my cum inside you,” Once he removes himself from you, your body twitched.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of your cunt, cum dripping out of your abused hole. You’re laying heaving on the bed, processing all the pleasure rushing through you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Bucky lays next to you, tracing patterns on your tummy, bringing you down from your high.

Bucky grabs the towel from the hook, opening your shaking thighs. He wipes away the spilled cum. Still sensitive you whimper at the contact of the towel. Bucky peppers kisses around your inner thighs and on your tummy.

“Thank you for letting me ruin this pretty pussy,”

taglist: @hunter-of-baker-street @ifeelloved @freshluiana @multiplums

[quirklessthot]

kinktober: day 3 | nudes [dabi]

warnings: 18+

word count: 1.1k

a/n still going strong with day three! (p.s. you canNOT tell me dabi wouldn't pull this shit)

⤿ kinktober masterlist

You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, dead to the world, until the loud ping of your phone receiving a message wakes you. Groggily, you crack open your eyes and feel around blindly for your phone. You bring it to your face and turn on the display, instantly regretting having the backlight on so high. After nearly getting blinded, you can make out the words on the screen.

[unknown]: u up?

The contact might be listed as ‘unknown’, but you know exactly who would wake you up with a text like this at 2 am. Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: its dabi

You know.

Heaving a tired sigh, you roll your eyes but answer anyway, thumb lazily tapping on your onscreen keyboard as you yawn and hug your pillow.

[You]: I am now. What do you want?

His reply is almost immediate.

[unknown]: my dick is so hard right now

Seriously? Could he be more of a fuckboy right now?

Apparently, he could, because his next message is a shaky picture of his hand wrapped around his hard dick. It’s a terrible quality photo if you’re being honest: the lightning is bad, there’s no finesse and most importantly, you didn’t ask for it. A 3/10, overall.

[You]: That’s rough, buddy. Goodnight.

The next few pings come in quick succession. Great, he’s double-texting.

[unknown]: babe

[unknown]: c’mon

[unknown]: dont b like that…

[unknown]: pls?

Your eyebrows raise almost to your hairline. You didn’t Dabi even knew the word ‘please’ existed. He must be really desperate.

[You]: Well I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I don’t even know where you are…

The next message almost has you throwing your phone.

[unknown]: send me a pic of ur tits

“You’ve got to be shitting me…” you mumble into the quiet darkness of your room.

[You]: I’m not giving you nudes Dabi.

[unknown]: i gave u sum!

[You]: I didn’t ask for a picture of your dick!!

[unknown]: :(

Such a simple emoji shouldn’t fill you with so much remorse but a part of you knows how hard you find it telling Dabi ‘no’.

One picture and that’s all he’s getting.

You hike your shirt up to tuck it under your chin, nipples instantly pebbling under the cool night air. You angle your phone and snap a picture, making sure to keep your face firmly out of the frame. It’s a little dark – you’re too tired to get up and turn any lights on – and it’s not exactly the sexiest pic you’ve ever taken but he’ll have to make do.

Your thumb hovers over the send button before you take the leap and press it, wondering in the back of your mind just how much you’re going to regret this.

It takes a while for him to respond and you hate how antsy it’s making you. You’re on the metaphorical edge of your metaphorical seat as you wait. Does he like it? He’s the one begging for nudes at two in the morning, he’d better like it!

[unknown]: fuuuuuk babe

[unknown]: wish i was thr

[unknown]: hav u suck m e off

[unknown]: cover thse perfct fukin tits in my c um

That’s more typos than usual, and it’s probably not because of his usual laziness. You greatly suspect he’s multitasking.

The thought of Dabi pleasuring himself to a picture of you has warmth spreading through your body. You squeeze your thighs together as you type.

[You]: Yeah? What makes you think I’ll let you

[unknown]: u’ll let me

[unknown]: cuz ur my prefect lil cumslut

[unknown]: isnt that right ?

You mutter a curse under your breath as your hand finds its way between your thighs. Images of you gagging on Dabi’s cock flash in your mind, the most recent rendezvous – from about a week ago. You can almost feel the heavy weight of his girthy cock on your tongue. You subconsciously lick your lips as your hand speeds up.

Another message.

[unknown]: busy?

You can almost feel the smugness radiating from that single word. Groaning, you ignore his taunt and put your phone down to continue rubbing yourself over your underwear, making sure to put most of your focus on your little clit.

Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: i kno ur touchin urself

[unknown]: u wet for me baby?

You whine and nod your head before remembering that he can’t actually see you.

[You]: Yeah, I think I soaked through my panties

[unknown]: hm not sure i believe u

The horny haze you’ve unexpectedly found yourself in has you thinking you need to send him proof and you reach over to flick on your bedside lamp, bathing the dark room in warm, artificial yellow light. Settling back down, you quickly snap another photo and send it to Dabi.

This one is focused between your spread thighs, underwear pulled taught over your mound and leaving little to the imagination. The sizeable dark patch is hard to miss.

[unknown]: fuck i wish i could call u right now so i can hear those cute little noises you make when u play with urself

[unknown]: guess I’ll have to make do with pics huh?

Taking the hint, you quickly roll down your underwear, discarding it somewhere onto the floor, and take a picture of your cunt, lips slick and shiny with your arousal.

As you wait for Dabi’s reply, your hand slowly slides between your thighs. A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of your slippery, heated skin under your fingertips. Focusing tight, slow circles over your clit, you begin rocking your hips, already lost in pleasure. Too impatient for anymore teasing, you slip two fingers inside, arching your back and gasping at the delicious stretch.

You alternate between fucking yourself on your fingers hard and fast and feverishly rubbing your clit, sometimes giving your pussy a firm, teasing spank – just the way Dabi likes to do when he’s knuckles deep in you. You’re so wet you’re beginning to make a mess but at this moment – right on the precipice of pure bliss, you don’t care.

It only takes a few strokes and you’re falling over the edge, entire body spasming as you cry out. When you fall back onto your pillow, you let out a deep, pleasured exhale, fully satiated.

The last photo you send is of two of your fingers inches away from your bare cunt, glossy with your slick - a few strands are connected from your soaked digits to your puffy, swollen lips. Seconds later you get one of Dabi, shirt pulled up and spent cock lying on his stomach, white traces of his cum all over his stomach and chest.

Still on cloud nine from your orgasm, you get up to clean yourself up. When you lie back down in your bed, you pick up your phone to shoot Dabi a quick text.

[You]: Ok, I have to admit that was fun but you’re going to delete those, right?

Read 2:27 am

[You]: Dabi?

Read 2:28 am

[You]: Dabi. That’s not funny…

Read 2:28 am

[You]: DABI!

[babbushka]

Hello my beautiful friend! I’m super emo about the “I’ve loved you all my life” from the friends to lovers list. Just picturing Clyde saying that to me? I’m dead. Love you so much! ✨❤️

11, The thought of Clyde coming in home sweaty during the summer after a hard day, his hair tied up, exhausted and needy?? PLEASEE 🧎‍♀️

(2.1k, fluff & NSFW (handjobs, fingering, come-shot, messy sloppy sweaty outdoor semi-nudity/indecent exposure lol)

When Clyde’s heavy footfalls creak onto the front porch, you have to throw a concerned glance at the clock hangin’ up on the wall. He’s ain’t even been here for an hour, you had just put down the big tray of ice cold lemonade and fresh made sandwiches, surely he can’t be leavin’ already?

You turn to look at him when he pats one of the support beams of your porch, and your heart races, because no no no, you’d just started to settle in and watch him cut your lawn, watch him get all sweaty and glistening in the sun, you don’t want him to go yet.

“All finished darlin’.” His deep voice is shy as he pulls the trucker cap off his head, runs his fingers through his hair. He’s smilin’, and you don’t know why, when him bein’ finished means he’s leavin’.

“Wait really? Already?” You protest just about right away, and that smile only grows wider, more confident. It’s a good look on him, on Clyde, a real good look.

“It’s real hot out there today, I figured I’d finish up quick as I can so…” Clyde shrugs, looks away and scratches the back of his neck.

“So?” You encourage, unprepared for the heat behind his eyes when he replies,

“So I could come over here and be with you.”

Clyde has been mowin’ your lawn ever since y’all were teenagers. You two were childhood best friends and you’re pretty sure that Clyde’s the only boy you’ve ever held onto after all these years. All the other ones turned into asshole preteens and even meaner adults, so slowly one by one you cut them out of your life, blamin’ growin’ apart. You and Clyde never grew apart, and in fact, the years have been good to y’all, made you grow together instead.

It’s been about fifteen years since he started comin’ over on Sunday mornings, strikin’ up a deal with your folks to mow your lawn for some honest cash. Especially after the stint in juvie, Clyde felt it was the most important thing in the world to prove to them he was a decent man, one worthy of spendin’ your time with.

Even when you moved out of your parents’ house and got a little home of your own – a home closer to Clyde’s own trailer no less – he kept comin’ to cut your lawn. He stopped acceptin’ your money, and instead traded that for payment of lunch.

But recently…he ain’t even been eatin’ your lunch. Just a glass of lemonade and then back home he would go, these past few weeks. It had started to break your heart, why he was actin’ so strange, so distant. Clyde ain’t distant now, not with how he’s standing on your porch.

“You look thirsty.” You swallow around a suddenly dry throat of your own, blinkin’ real fast when he clears his throat and nods.

“I’m parched, baby.” Clyde replies, and something, something about that does something to you. It gets your hopes up, gets your heart racin’, because he’d called you a lot of thing over the years, but never that.

“Call me baby again.” You say, standin’ up from the porch swing, taking a step closer to him.

Clyde follows you, takes the invitation and strides across the porch until he’s merely inches from your face.

“Baby,” Clyde presses his good hand up to your cheek, rubs his thumb along the ridge of your cheekbone, “Baby girl. You’re so beautiful.”

“Am I dreamin’?” You blurt out, but Clyde only chuckles, the most handsome sound in the world.

He kisses you, instead of answering.

You had thought a million times, about what it would be like to kiss Clyde, and none of them ever could’ve amounted up to this; to the sweet salty tang of sweat on his tongue, his goatee soaked through and scratching against your smile, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek where his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped around you tight.

He makes the softest sweetest sounds when he kisses you, grunts and groans low in his throat as he backs you up up up against the wall of your house. Your arms have wound themselves around his neck, and you could cry – maybe you are crying – because if this is a dream, well it’s one you don’t ever want to wake up from.

“Touch me.” You demand, because you’ve wanted to say it for so long, and he’s quick, so quick to oblige.

Clyde hikes up your breezy skirt enough so that he can shove his hand underneath your panties, and he groans when he finds your pussy already slick, already wet and wantin’ him. Of course it wanted him, all of you did, have been for the past however many years you’ve been pinin’ for him.

One of your legs immediately lifts to hook around his waist, and he swallows your moans when those fingers of his wriggle between your folds and push up into your cunt, your head thudding back against the wall. He sucks on the expanse of your throat, bites and bruises it.  

“Ah – ah, Clyde, oh that feels good.” You breathe, careful not to be too loud. You’re outside, right there on the front porch, and even though you got some pretty trees to shade the house and give some cover, ain’t nothin’ was there to stop the noises y’all made.

“Damn darlin’, I wish…wish I had both hands to touch ya with.” Clyde kisses you with a frown, his hips rutting against your thigh.

“That’s okay, shh, it’s okay let me, can I…?” You don’t even think about it before you’re poppin’ open the buttons on his jeans, wantin’ to get your hands on him the same way you’ve imagined every night.

Clyde nods, so eager, lickin’ his lips and suckin’ the sweat off your cheek when it rolls down to your jaw. You pull out his cock and damn it’s big, even bigger than you imagined, you feel dizzy, feel overheated, overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Spitting into your palm, you slick up his cock and stroke him up and down up and down, firm grip twisting right at the head and makin’ his knees buckle. He braces himself against you, moves his fingers in time with yours, rubs lazy circles at your clit and crooks three of his huge fingers inside you, searchin’ for that spot he knows will make you come.

“That’s real good baby, y-you can go faster if you’d like.” Clyde kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, and you gasp and moan and sigh around his tongue, mindful of the noise, but consumed with pleasure. He’s smelly, covered in bits of grass and sweat, and you wouldn’t trade it for anythin’ in the whole world.

“I’m burnin’ up in this thing Clyde I-I’m gonna take it off.” You pant, your blouse stiflin’ from the lack of breeze.

Clyde does pause then, making you whine loud enough for him to smile at you and keep goin’ real slow.

“Out here?” He asks, lookin’ around. The big trees block the view from the neighbors, but that don’t mean no one could drive by, or walk their dogs, or or or --

“Uh-huh, would you like that? Wanna see my tits in the sunshine?” You bite your lip, bat your lashes at him, wantin’ him so desperately. You don’t know if a chance like this will ever come again, you don’t know when you’ll wake up from this dream, you want to take advantage of it while it’s here.

“Anyone could see, anyone could look and see you.” Clyde nods anyway, and his eyes go wide as dinner plates when you swiftly undo all the little buttons, down to where your blouse is tucked into the skirt that Clyde’s got his hand shoved up under. Your bra is front-claspin’, and you undo that too, until your breasts are exposed fully for him.

“Then you’re gonna have to cover me big bear, cover me – yes!” Your eyes fall shut and your mouth drops open, grindin’ your hips down onto his hand.

“Ohh fuck,” Clyde’s fingers up your pussy fuck you a little harder, a little faster, and you grin, wrappin’ your hand around his cock once again and matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.

You’re both so sweaty that you have to constantly readjust yourselves against the wall of your house so that you don’t go slippin’ and slidin’ down. Clyde looks like he’s almost in pain, so overwhelmed with the way you feel, how your pussy clenches and drips and drools all over his hand, his wrist.

He sucks and kisses at your breasts, licks up the sweat that runs between them, your nipples so sensitive and stiff when he tugs them between his teeth. You want him to fuck you properly, want him to shove that cock of his into your pussy and fuck you on the wooden floor of the porch right there, but he grunts and sighs and groans, pressin’ his body as close against yours as he can.

“I’m gonna come,” He whines, not wantin’ it to be over just as much as you, not wantin’ this to end.

“On me, I want it on me, all over. Please give it to me, please?” You beg, soft gentle whimpers as you hike your leg up higher higher higher, until it’s slung over his shoulder, your body stretched out all over.

He nods frantically, before he lets out a shaky moan and paints your tits with his come. It’s hot and sticky, landing on your skin in thick ropes. Your hand that isn’t around his cock leaves Clyde’s hair and rubs through it, smears it into your flesh, across your stomach, over your tits. He has a big load, comes some more, it hits your chin, and you swipe it up with your fingers, sucking the taste of it away.

“A-are you close?” Clyde blinks the sweat out of his eyes, rubs harder, faster, thrusts and presses and pinches and rolls and your lids are snappin’ open just in time to watch him stare love-sick at you, big brown eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m – oh I’m – !!” You come and it feels like your body is on fire, a hot wire snapped up, pulled real taut, before you’re meltin’ into his arms, chest heavin’, pantin’ out words that you never thought you’d get to say in a million years, “I love you, Clyde – fuck I love you!”

All at once, he goes real still.

“What?” Clyde blinks, lookin’ like he’s been struck by lightnin’.

He carefully, gently, lowers the leg that’s been thrown over his shoulder.

“I’ve loved you all my life.” You’re still blissed out, still on cloud nine, have no qualms about bein’ truthful, not with your Clyde, not when now you ain’t so sure this isn’t a dream. “Surely…well surely you knew that.”

“I…no I – ” He stammers and stutters and the cold drip of rejection begins to fill you with dread.

“Shit, I’m sorry I – ” You’re painfully aware of the way you’re both standin’ there on your front porch, your tits out and his dick out, covered in come and sweat and you feel like you’ve just royally monumentally ruined everythin’, until he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

“I love you too.” Clyde confesses, and suddenly it’s as if all the fear in the world leaves at once.

“You do?” You whisper, searchin’ his gaze and findin’ only honesty.

Clyde smiles, one of those rare smiles o’his, and tucks your blouse back into place, puts his dick away and buttons himself up.

“Why d’ya think I kept agreein’ to cut your lawn?” Clyde asks softly, so quietly, and you’re slammed with the realization that maybe…maybe he’s loved you for just as long.

“Thought I made real good lemonade, that’s all.” You reply, and the two of you laugh, because damn, how could love make y’all so blind? With the glow of orgasm fading, and the reality of this bein’ real life setting in, you reach for Clyde’s hand askin’, “What do you suppose we do now?”

“I don’t know about you darlin’, but I’m in sore need of a shower.” He says, smilin’ at you and makin’ you smile right back, before squeezin’ your hand and sighin’ real content-like, “And after that…let me love on you some more, and make up for lost time.”

You kiss him, and he kisses you back, until you’re pullin’ him into your house and up through to your bathroom, more glad than you’ve ever been that he finished cuttin’ your lawn early.

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   16

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart is a badass. Sans likes it.

A/N: Sorry I'm an idiot and posted the next chapter before this one...! Anyway... Yay!

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A good morning.

(Y/n) woke as hands moved over her, smoothing over her sides and front. 

"good mornin', sweetheart," a rough voice greeted from near her ear where she could feel Sans nuzzling and nipping. 

She tried to greet him back, but it came out as a pleasured sounding hum as she shifted her hips and felt the pleasant soreness from the night before between her thighs. 

Sans let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. "still feel it, huh, sweetheart?" 

She felt her cheeks heat at the reminder of what they'd done. 

"got some more a that 'f ya want it," he told her, his suggestive voice full of heat and promises. 

.

Sans was over her, straddling her thigh once more, boney hand up the loose leg of her shorts. 

He'd tried to get her out of her clothes, but she'd been so shy, ducking her head and pressing her face against him to hide that, he'd given in. 

He'd even tried to tell her that he bet she had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen, but, with a glance down at his own covered chest, he could understand that everyone had something they were nervous about letting others see. 

So he'd ended up here, with his hand up her shorts, fingering her to a quick orgasm as she clutched at his shirt and panted and whined against his clavicle. 

"mmnn, sound so good, sweetheart," he rumbled against her. "that one was quick, huh? let's get ya 'nother one…" 

(Y/n) was sure that if she had completely gotten her voice back by now, and hadn't been trying so hard to stay quiet, she would have lost it by now. 

Sans' finger bones were surprisingly talented, to the point that she wondered if he'd ever been with a human before, or if monsters' anatomys were just so similar it translated well. 

She came again, her teeth digging into his shirt covered clavicle to keep herself quiet. 

Sans let out a low, needy growl at her bite. "ooh, fuck , sweetheart… ya make me wanna straight up ravage that pussy…" 

(Y/n) whimpered, clenching tighter at his sexy, need soaked words. 

His hand had slowed down, gently stroking her through her orgasm so he didn't over stimulate her, and she wondered how long he was planning on doing this, and if he was planning… that , too… 

It would only be fair for him to come, too, after all… 

"SANS!" Papyrus' voice echoed in the hall, and Sans groaned out a sigh as his hand stopped. 

He turned toward the door and called back, "yeah, boss?"

"DON'T SLACK OFF ON YOUR ROUNDS TODAY!"

Sans sighed again. "yeah, boss, got it, don't worry 'bout it," he called back. 

(Y/n) felt both excited and nervous at having Sans' hand still inside her as he spoke to his brother on the other side of the door. 

What if Papyrus got frustrated with the piece of wood and just came in? 

There were no blankets covering where Sans' hand was up her shorts… It would be glaringly obvious what they were doing. 

Sans looked over at her with a smirk and a chuckle at the feel of her nervous clench around his fingers at the thought, and wiggled them inside her, making her bite back a moan. 

"MAKE SURE YOU DO 'GOT IT' SANS, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO… DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!" 

Sans groaned in frustration and pulled his fingers from her, making her whimper at the loss. 

"i'm gettin' up right now, i'll leave in a few minutes, boss, i swear!" 

Papyrus finally left with a "SEE THAT YOU DO!" 

"sorry, dollface, i gotta go ta work," he sighed as he stood from the bed, digging in the clean pile of laundry he'd placed next to, but not in, his dresser to find some clean clothes. 

"Sa-ns," (Y/n) asked hesitantly, and broke off as she wondered how she could have let him touch her like he had been without even a care in the world about getting home and if he was still keeping her here against her will, or just to keep her safe. 

Oh, it was a dirty feeling… 

"yeah, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling a suitable shirt from the pile. 

"I- ...I ahm g-ng hohme, evehntu-lly… rigkh…?" She asked, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. [I am going home eventually, right?]

Sans looked up at her, pausing in his search for a sock to match the one in his hand. 

Sans really wanted her to stay there with him- but he knew that he couldn't keep her there forever. He'd already witnessed a small dose of her ire, and he had no doubt that it would only get worse the longer it went on. 

He would have to let her go, eventually… eventually being the key word. 

"yeah. yeah, sweetheart," he told her. "gotta make it safe ta make the trip, first…" 

She smiled at him for his response, and it did a little to lift his soul from the ditch of misery it'd fallen into at the thought of her going. 

"C'n Ikh b-rrow y-r phohne?" She asked. [can I borrow your phone?]

Sans looked at her in question as he pulled out the device and unlocked it. 

He handed it to her and went back to searching for his other sock. 

(Y/n) listened as the familiar voice gave the store greeting, asking how she could help her. 

"Hehy, Sally," she greeted. "Who's theh m-nahger todahy?" [hey, Sally, who’s the manager today?]

Sans looked up at that. "heh, you tryna get through ta that idiot at yer work?" 

She nodded in reply. "Okh, graht," she sighed at hearing it was the same manager that had written her off as dead before. "Pahtch m- tkhrough, plehse." [Oh, great. Patch me through, please.]

Sans chuckled as he moved next to her on the bed, looking amused. "i gotta see how far ya get wit 'im." 

(Y/n) switched it to speaker and listened as he gave the store greeting, then said, "hihk Doug. Iht's (Y/n)." [hi Doug, it’s (Y/n)]

He let out a startled, confused stutter, and (Y/n) saw Sans holding back a laugh. 

"H-hi, (Y/n)! I-I heard that you- that you were in monster territory!" Doug exclaimed. 

"Ikh ahm," she answered. [I am.]

"O- oh… Wh- h-how are you calling the store, then?" He asked. 

"Mohnsters hahve phohnes, Doug, theh're not uh strihctly hum'n thihng," she told him. [monsters have phones, Doug, they’re not a strictly human thing.]

A chortle escaped Sans at that. 

"Oh… Um… Well, what can I do for you?" Doug asked. "You need someone to come out there and save you, or…" He trailed off, and (Y/n) was pretty sure it was because he was trying to think of what other reason she could have called, and if he could think of someone else to do it. 

"Noh, Ikh dohn't neehd uh r-scue, Ikh just neehd toh hahve mhy job wh-n Ikh geht bahck," she told him. [no, I don’t need rescue, I just need to have my job when I get back.]

After a moment, Doug told her, "you've missed a bunch of shifts, (Y/n). Lots of no calls no shows." 

"Doh y-u agreeh thaht b-ng in mohnst'r terr-tory as uh human is dahng'rous?" She asked. [Do you agree that being in monster territory as a human is dangerous?]

"Y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly, not sure where this was going. 

"Y-u agreeh that wahlk-ng thr-gh mohnst'r terr-tory would be lihke walk-ng thr-gh uh wahr gr-nd?" She prompted. [You agree that walking through monster territory would be like walking through a war ground?]

"U- uh, y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly again. 

"Thehn y-u agreeh thaht th-s fahlls under any l-w mahk-ng 't 'llehg-l to fihre uh 'mployeeh f-r b-ng tr-pp'd in uh w-r zohne?" She asked. [Then you agree that this falls under any law making it illegal to fire an employee for being trapped in a warzone?]

There was silence on the other end of the line. 

Sans' sockets widened. She could be vicious when she wanted to… 

It kinda turned him on. 

"S-so- do you have an idea of when you'll be back?" Doug asked. 

"W-r 's uh 'nprehd-ctable thihng," she answered, getting irritated that her voice was getting worse and worse with use. [War is an unpredictable thing.]

After she'd hung up, Sans commented, "gettin' tough wit 'em, huh?" 

She shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Thre-t-ng lehg-l 'ction uhs-lly mahkes pehple d' wha's rihght." [Threatening legal action usually makes people do what’s right.]

Sans' tongue flicked over his teeth. It was still turning him on. Especially with that adorable squeak. 

"Ohne mohre c-ll?" She asked. [One more call?]

Luckily, the call to her landlord went much easier, the secretary taking her information and making a note on her account, promising to do what they could about pausing the rent charges, or at least putting any actions on hold. 

When she was done, (Y/n) hung up and handed the phone back to Sans. 

She looked at her hands, rubbing them over each other. "Th-nks, S-ns." [Thanks, Sans]

Sans sat awkwardly for a moment before going back to looking for his other sock. 

The mood had fallen, and his poor sweetheart seemed pretty down. 

"y-you… uh- s-sweetheart, ya wanna come wit me?" He asked, his eyelights focused on the laundry, finally finding a sock. 

(Y/n) looked up at him in question, careful hope in her eyes. "R...lly?" [Really?]

"yeah, doll," he told her, focused on grabbing a pair of shorts. "'s what th' c- ...thing, is fer, after all…" 

The smile that grew on her face as she nodded made his soul throb. 

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Spoiled- John Young Smut

(REQUESTED)

“You were supposed to be here an hour ago, John.” You crosses your arms over your robe covered body as he walked into the hotel room. He sighed and looked at you with those puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry, can I make it up to you?” He held out a bag he had behind his back that was no doubt filled with goodies. You broke into a smile that you couldn’t help and John knew it, as he returned the smile.

“You always get away with it, you dirty dog.” You cupped his face in your hands and looked into those gorgeous eyes.

“You always get something out of it, my spoiled princess.” He laughed and pressed your lips together, humming in content as he did so. You pulled away from the kiss with the bag in your hands. You sat on the bed and began pulling out the items. Godiva chocolates, a pair of face masks, champagne, a lingerie set, and a body scrub.

“Can’t tell if it’s girls night or sexy time.” You held up the masks and the bra from the lingerie, laughing. “But thank you, this is wonderful, baby.” John grabbed your ankle and yanked you so that you’d fall on your back on the bed. He crawled over you and let his fingers drag into your cleavage beneath your robe.

“You’re welcome, and by the way, it’s sexy time.” He smirked as he watched your thighs squeeze together. Something else popped into your head though.

“Baby! I ran water in the hot tub, so we could use it when you came.” You sat up and pushed him up with you.

“Aww, you were thinking about me.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it as he kissed you once more, almost trapping you back to the bed. You grabbed your bag of goodies, dodging his next set of kisses.

“Of course I was, let’s go.” You dragged him over to the next room the large suite had. You let go of his hand and pulled a string on your robe, letting it fall...leaving you naked. “Your turn.” You winked and climbed into the hot water, leaving your bag on the ledge.

“You tease.” He mumbled as he began stripping of his clothing. You opened the large box of chocolates and popped one into your mouth as his body sunk into the water. You moaned at the taste of the chocolate and popped open the glass of champagne.

“Some may say this is cheesy, but I’m having a good time.” You spoke before taking a drink and then holding the bottle out to your lover. He grabbed it from you a took a longer drink than you had, most likely because he needed that release from thr Tomorrow People.

“Me too.” He set the champagne down on the ledge and lowered his body so he was at eye level with your breasts, they were partially hidden underneath the bubbles you poured in, but John knew they were awaiting his presence.

“Oh I bet you are.” You smiled at him, wrapping your hand around the nape of his neck, playing with the wet blonde strands. He looked up at you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Y/N.” He always turned you into a sappy mess, not the other way around.

“And you,” You took another swig of the champagne. “Are the most giving, responsible, intelligent, and handsome man in the world. And I have the honor of loving you.” You let your hand go up into the thicker part of his hair, massaging his head.

“I love you too.” He sighed in content, closing his eyes. “And your massages.” You sat there for a minute, letting your lover lose himself. Allowing him to forget what stress the days ahead will bring, for one night. His eyes popped open soon after your hand movements subsided. “But I love touching you more.”

And here comes horny John.

His fingers emerged from the water to encircle your breasts as his lips kissed them. The kisses turned into licks and nips shortly after. His hands found your waist underneath the water and pulled your flesh into his awaiting mouth. You moaned at the sensations and your other hand came up to tug on his hair lightly.

“John.” One of his hands moved to your aching folds, making you melt into his touch. His finger only moved around, teasing you, never touching your clit, or going inside of you. “P-please.” You begged. He hummed against your breast in response and moments later his finger was rubbing your sensitive nub. Your head lolled back in pleasure as you rotated your hips with his rhythm. “Yes, baby.” You whimpered in pleasure, feeling a finger enter you. His tongue kitten licked at one of your nipples while staring into your eyes.

“You want more?” He paused to ask. You bit your lip and nodded vigorously. He raised an eyebrow.

“Lose your voice, Y/N?”

“John, please. I want you.” You gasped as he immediately began motioning his fingers to thrust faster. You shook your head. “No, John. I want-shit I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered as your clit began to feel overwhelming pleasure.

“You want my cock, right?” John mumbled as he kissed the skin leading to your neck.

“Y-yes!” Your thighs shook around his hand, feeling the orgasm approach.

“Cum first.” Your nails dug into his back as you wildly thrusted against his moving fingers, desperate for release. “You can do it.” He spurred you on, pressing his mouth against yours as your whimpered against his lips, finally reaching your peak. John thrusted his fingers a bit longer, helping you ride it out for as long as possible.

“Oh my god.” You sighed as you picked up the champagne and took a few gulps. “So good.” John picked up a chocolate.

“Open.” You opened your mouth and he slid the chocolate onto your tongue in your mouth. He then softly grabbed your hips and moved you turn around. “I’ll never get over your body,” He dragged his fingers from the top of your spine to the bottom, followed by both of his hands kneading your ass cheeks. “How it reacts,” He pressed his cock right against your entrance, slightly bending you forward. You shivered as more of your body was exposed to the open air, instead of the hot water. “How it tastes,” He pressed an open mouthed kiss against your neck. “And how well it behaves.” His hand reached out to the settings and pressed the on button for the jets.

“John-“

“Shh, Y/N. Listen.” He slid his length inside of you, releasing a deep groan as the jets’ gears began turning on. Moments later, you found your folds being attacked by streams of water. You gasped out quite pornographically. John began sucking a hickey onto your neck and started thrusting into you as well. Your hands gripped the ledge for dear life.

“You feel so good, John.” You spoke softly, clenching around him on purpose to enhance your statement. He let out a strained moan.

“I wasn’t going to do much more, but since you like to tease me...” John’s hands left your hips and each one pulled your folds apart, exposing your sensitive clit to the jets’ force. You let out a high pitched cry. John gripped your pussy’s folds as leverage to thrust harder into you.

“John!” You cried out once more, feeling your thighs tremble against his. His lips nipped at your ear before whispering underneath your moaning.

“Don’t cum until I say.” You wanted to throw yourself out like a toddler in a fit.

“Baby, I can’t.” You whispered back, then moaning at his following thrust. The jets machine hadn’t backed down since John turned it on and you were on the verge.

“If you cum, you have to keep cumming until I’m done with you.” Worst ultimatum ever.

“I’m so c-close, John.” John’s right hand releases your fold, but a finger from his left hand replaced it like nothing had happened. His right hand began flicking your clit against the jets’ streams. “I’m gonna cum! I can’t stop!” You screamed out as your thighs attempted to shut, but John braced his thighs against yours to hold them open. Your second orgasm shot through you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head, throwing your head back onto John’s damp chest. Your whimpering never stopped as your clit continued being assaulted.

“I’m there, Y/N.” John kissed your forehead and thrusted into your throbbing pussy, finally releasing himself. You snatched his left hand from your folds and held onto it as he came. You rocked your hips back into him weakly, because you usually helped him come down, but your body was exhausted. You cried into his hand as your attacked clit caused your last orgasm. You unintentionally clenched around his member as he pulled your body away from the jet’s wrath. John sat down on the step, still inside of you, thrusting up to ride out his orgasm.

“Holy shit.” Your body shook as you lifted yourself off of him. You swayed slightly, turning to face him, and he looked truly amazing. He brushed some wet pieces of hair out of his face with a dazed smile, looking up at you with pure adoration.

“Holy shit is right.” He chuckled and found the strength to stand up and wrap his warm arms around you. “I love everything about you.” To which you responded with,

“I love you too, but I think tonight you were the one who was truly spoiled.”

[nuclear-reactions]

i’m on an angst binge and i’ve had this scenario in my head for days!! how would the companions from fallout 4 react to sole suddenly leaving without a trace, only leaving behing a letter or a holotape with an apology about them not saying goodbye in person?

(Dogmeat and Strong can’t work nor understand holotapes so they’re excluded)

“If I got thenerve together to go through with this, you’re wondering where I am.I would have given  you a proper goodbye, God knows you deserve that,at the very least. But I knew, if I stayed, if I brought myself tomeet you and say to your face ‘I’m leaving’… I know I wouldn’t havebeen able to. Don’t try to follow me. You can’t follow me throughthis. I’m sorry. This is goodbye.”

MacCready- He’dalways been expecting something. A knife in the back, getting leftbehind when one of the bullet maelstroms they endured proved too muchfor Sole, their friendship too tenuous and unimportant for them tosuffer for him. They surprised him every time they helped pick himout of the dirt after a fight. It had always been too good. He knewit was. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he had hoped, foolishand idiotic as that was. Hoped he had found someone to trust, someonedeserving of it. Someone he could give his all to, knowing they hadhis back. And here he was again; alone. He’s angry, understandably.He kicks chairs and curses after he finds the holotape. He wants tothrow it against a wall so hard it shatters, smash it under his heel,with an anger he hasn’t felt in so long he almost isn’t sure what todo with it. But he hesitates when it’s in his hand. If they didn’tcome back, this would be the last time he hears their voice. He’storn between the white hot anger that bobs in his throat and theinexplicable need to keep something of theirs close. The need winsout in the end. He tucks the holotape away in his rucksack and goeson, alone, as he’s always been.

Preston- In theback of his mind, he should have known things couldn’t stay the waythey were. It was dangerous to put so much weight on one person’sshoulders. He had thought if the burden was ever too heavy, theycould share it with him. He had prayed to God or whatever benevolentdeity that was gracious enough to let him wake up in the morningsalive, whatever force brought them together, he had hoped… this wasa person like him. Better than him. Kind enough to want to tilt theworld back on its axis and strong enough to see it through. Succeedwhere he failed. But that had always been the fatal flaw of PrestonGarvey. He hoped. Worst of all, even as he surveys Sole’s room, emptyand cold as the day they wandered back to Sanctuary, he still hashope. Hope that one day he’ll see their shadow on the horizon again.He leaves the holotape where it lays and walks out into the streets,shaking off the foggy daze in his head. There’s work to do. Too manypeople depend on him for him to linger too long on the dense pit inhis stomach.

Danse- People cameand went in Danse’s life, too many for him to even remember most oftheir faces. Even some of the faces of soldiers he’s buried blur atthe edges. He’s no stranger to loss. Yet the striking sense of losshe feels when those words crackle from the radio, that’s somethinghe’s not prepared for. He has to play it several times for themessage to really sink in, and each play leaves him angrier than thelast, his brows furrowing, chest tightening. It didn’t make sense.They had faced down monsters together, the military might of theBrotherhood, they saved his life several times over, and now they hadleft without so much as a proper goodbye. Or a reason. What could bethe reason? What could be so important or dangerous that he couldn’tfollow them? The thought they might be in danger, alone, makes hishead spin. He never got to really thank them for all they did. Henever repaid them. What if now he never got the chance? No, hedecides, climbing into his armor. He wasn’t going to spend his dayswondering, hoping to see them some day long from now, dreading theywere rotting somewhere far from him. Whatever they thought they werewalking into, or walking away from, they were not going without him.

Curie- She’sconfused, hurt, as much as she knows she has no right to be. Curiehad always planned on going off on her own someday. Or at least, shehad thought that at first. She had always wanted to see the world,learn what she could, and when she left the Vault, she had alwaysintended to do that alone. In all her visions of her own future, Solewas never in them. After they met, the change was subtle, enough shedidn’t notice it. With their departure, she realizes she had seenthem together in all those lofty dreams she had once dreamed alone.She feels a heat behind her eyes too late, fat tears streaking downher synthetic face before she has a chance to stop them. “Why nottake me? Huh? Why can I not follow?” She shakes her head, blobs oftears slipping loose from her jaw to plop softly to the tabletop.“This is unfair. You are being unfair!” She would have let themcome with her, whatever dangers she might have faced. She couldn’thelp thinking they thought her weak, or worse, she had somehow grownfonder of them than they had her. Both prospects filled her withequal parts anger and grief. She shoves the holotape as harshly awayfrom her as if it had burned her, turning on her heel to march awayfrom the offending farewell. She had never thought herself quitecapable of hate. Now, she hated the person she cared most for, nomatter how dearly she wished not to.

Piper- The firsttime she listens to the holotape left behind, she’s too stunned tothink much of anything. Sole’s voice pours through her brain like asieve. Nothing quite sticks enough for her to make sense of it. Thesecond time, she argues with just about everything it says, aloud.“-if I stayed, if I brought myself to meet you and say to your face‘I’m leaving’-” “Oh, what you would think twice? Why on Earthwould that be a good idea, huh? Thinking twice about something, no,that just wouldn’t do!” “-n’t try to follow me. You can’t followme thr-” “No, you know what’s the best idea, to creep out in themiddle of the night like a- like a-a vampire or something! A selfish,stupid, blood sucking-” “I’m sorry. This is goodbye.” Herbreath catches in her throat, mid disapproving finger wag at the tapeplayer. A long stretch of silence follows the click of the tapecoming to an end for the second time. “No.” She swipes up thetape, stuffing it in her rucksack, along with an armful of suppliesoff the counter. “No, no, no. You don’t get to do that, Blue. Youdon’t get to ghost off mysteriously into the fog without so much asan explanation. You better hope I don’t find you because you will bethat! A ghost I mean!” Too flustered to properly berate the emptyair she imagined Sole would have occupied had they not been an ass,she shoves everything she can fit into her bag. The door rattles onits hinges when she slams it shut. This is why you can’t disappear onan investigative journalist- they find out the truth in the end, andlittle stands in their way.

Cait- She hardlygets through the message. Before Sole is finished saying goodbye,Cait’s fist collides with the player, caving in the speakers. Garbledstatic and the distorted remnants of what Sole was trying to saylinger until she brings down her knuckles on it once more, smashingit over and over and over again, until the crumbling shell of theholotape player and its contents are all that remains. Pieces shredher skin, blood mingling with frayed wires and scattered shards ofplastic. She shouldn’t have been so angry. One more let down washardly a surprise, nor was disappointment new to her life. Hot tearsstill struggle past the lump in her throat, and she feels so stupidfor crying over someone who doesn’t deserve her tears. If they did,they wouldn’t have left some pussy message and ran away like acoward. She buries her face in her bruised hands, cursing, hatingSole and the trembling in her limbs and herself for letting them getso close. What had she expected? This was always going to be theoutcome. She had been a fool to think otherwise. When the ragesubsides, she regrets letting it get the better of her. The tape shedestroyed might have had a clue where Sole had gone. She tellsherself she would want to know so she could find them and beat theirface in like they deserve. Really, she just wants to know where theyare. There’s nowhere she wouldn’t have followed, no matter what theysaid.

Deacon- He canhardly blame them. It’s practically a page out of his handbook.Vanish in the night, leave behind cryptic message, never be seenagain. Hell, it wasn’t just one of his plays, it was his retirementplan. But then, he was a spy, a habitual liar, and wholly unattached.Sole was another story. Deacon leans against the table, tapping hisfingers against the holotape left behind. He understood the need forsecrecy. Sometimes you just need to disappear. Understanding doesn’tmake it sting any less. They were honest with each other. As honestas one could really be. There was something comforting about havingsomeone else hold onto some of his secrets for him, and stick closeenough he always knew where they were. To know they were out in thewild somewhere, he feels suddenly exposed, like when he felt his wigssloughing off to an angle on a job. Not like Sole would go blabbingto everyone the deeply personal things he had shared with them, butstill. “We tell each other shit, y'know?” he says aloud, as ifthe holotape would respond. “You coulda told me anything.” Healmost takes the tape with him when he goes. Almost allows himself anattachment. He buries it instead, truly leaving no trace of Solebehind.

Nick- There was amoment, a few long moments, even after he files the holotape away andcontinues his work in Diamond City, that he thinks about going afterthem. Missing persons werepractically his specialty at this point. Finding people, especiallyones that didn’t really want to be found, made up a good percentageof the cases that came across his desk. Sole was different. He knewthem too well, respected them too much, to go against their wishes.They had gotten close since their first meeting in that Overseer’soffice, when they came to his rescue. They became one of the fewpeople he trusted without second thought. That was the only reason hedidn’t go after them. If they had vanished without proper goodbyes,they had a damn good reason, that he was sure of. Every now and then,glancing over to the empty chair they so often occupied in hisoffice, a seed of doubt unfurled somewhere in his chest. You betterhave a good reason, he thinks. And you better not stay gone. Despitethe finality of their goodbyes, he expects to see them every time thedoor of Valentine’s Detective Agency swings open, and they occupy histhoughts in the moments of quiet between cases.

X6-88- His ordershad been to follow them, do as they say, within the bounds of his ownprogramming. The news of their disappearance displeases hissuperior’s in the Institute, but X6 finds he doesn’t much care fortheir reactions. More than anything, he’s struck by how much heappears to miss them. The two of them had become familiar with oneanother, in a fashion that came dangerously close to fondness. Heknew better than to reveal this to anyone. He’d be sent off forbehavioral recalibrations if he ever expressed how empty the hallsfelt without them walking shoulder to shoulder with him. How quiet itfelt without them making idle conversation. It was almostoverwhelming at times, how the quiet pressed in, how asphyxiating theemptiness felt. Weeks later, when he’s assigned the task of trackingthem down, he’s glad. The way his pulse leaps at the prospect ofseeing them again should concern him like it would concern Father andthe others, but he doesn’t give it much thought. He has to hide theslight tilt at the corners of his lips when he accepts the mission tofind Sole, whatever the cost. 

 Hancock- Theirvoice is filled with such sadness, it weighs heavy on his heart longafter he turns the holotape off and pockets it. Something was wrong.It had to have been, if they couldn’t share it with him. They hadtaken on everything the Commonwealth threw at them as a team. Neveronce had something been so bad they felt the need to protect Hancockfrom it. Whether that was a rampaging Deathclaw or the revelation hisonly brother had been replaced by a synth. As hurt as he is to beleft behind, he’s more concerned than anything. He pulls every stringhe can get his hands on, calls in every favor, until there isn’t aneye in Boston that doesn’t belong to him. Every wisp of smoke that somuch as resembles Sole’s figure is relayed back to him. The search ismostly fruitless, and he suspects it’ll remain that way. Sole is aperson who can get lost if they really want. He keeps it upregardless, for both of them. If he lives his life never knowing whatbecame of them, it would eat at him for the rest of his very longlife. If they end up in bad straights, they would be grateful for hisefforts, no matter how badly they wanted to disappear. Either way,he’s not letting them go sight unseen.

Codsworth- Thegears click in his head, spinning uselessly as he tries to make senseof what he’s hearing. If he had olfactory senses, he might havesmelled the coppery tang in the air of his circuits burning hot inhis chassis. He was a machine, made to serve the express purpose oflooking after a family. Without that family, he had no purpose. Hehad suffered it once before, been without them for centuries. To seethem again filled him with- there was no way to put it, really.Filled him with things he couldn’t begin to understand or quantify.They had made him think he might get to live out his purpose again.What would he do without them?  He replays the tape several times,until eventually he simply puts it on loop and lets it run while hefloats about the town, aimless. He never ventures far from home, andthe sound of Sole’s voice is never quiet for long. Just a few secondsbetween plays, while the tape rewinds. He answers to no one, andafter a few months, no one in the settlement tries to coax anythingout of him. He’s left to float the streets, the quiet hum of hisengines and Sole’s voice the only sound the bot makes.

[chikabiddy]

I made a thing, first ever posted fic.

A/N - I made a thing, first ever posted fic. I intend to continue, so I will post more if it is enjoyed. :)          

Logan was perched at the edge of his bed, controller in hand, his phone chimed.

Dick: Dude, u comin 2 the prty

Logan: Not rlly feeln the prty sprt

Dick: Booze n babes. Wth else is thr 2 feel

Logan: Come on, man. U no how it is when daddy dearest is home

Dick: Thght he was in NY

Logan: Got back early for some “bonding”

Dick: All the more reason 2 get out of the house

Logan: Good point

Dick: So?

Logan: I’ll try to make an appearance

           As much as Logan would rather not deal with all his 09er “friends”, Dick did have a point. Getting out of the house, and forget it all wasted, might be just what the night needed. He sighed and shut down his game. He was losing anyway. While grabbing a sweater to throw over his shirt Logan pondered the best way to get father approval on his night out. He doubted “sleepover with Dicky” would grant him any favors. He reached up to pull at the hairs on the back of his head. Maybe his dad would be in a good mood, otherwise he would just have to sneak out and deal with the fallout later. He was getting good at that: dealing with the fallout. He grabbed his phone and headed to his door when a ringtone he never thought he would hear sounded from his phone. He stared at the caller id for a full 5 seconds before he believed what he knew he saw: heartless bitch. Veronica Mars.

           His instinct was to ignore the call. No need to reopen doors better left welded shut. But curiosity, as they say, caused weak willed men to respond to fiery blonds.

           He flipped his phone open, pausing a moment. Not sure what to expect, then went with the trusty usual: “You’d think if hell froze over it would be on the news.”

           She didn’t say anything back, but if he wasn’t mistaken there were the telltale sounds of a scuffle happening. He raised an eyebrow; not something he would have imagined Veronica doing. But, well new Veronica, spikes and leather and combat boots Veronica, he really had no idea. He thought he heard a voice, and he was certain there was some kind of struggle happening. His heart began to quicken. He wanted to say something, anything. He was frozen. What the fuck. This has to be a joke. Logan was just about to hang up, or cuss Veronica out. He hadn’t decided, when he heard it. Definitely a voice, and most definitely not Veronica’s.

**********

Taught muscles reminded Veronica just how long she had crouched, not daring to move. It felt like hours since she last heard the tale-tell sign of boots on pavement, but with adrenaline coursing through her, slowing her mental awareness and ruining her generally keen judgment, who could tell. Thump, thump, thump – the painful sound of blood pounding blocked out her sense of hearing. Between that and the adrenaline, she was running pretty blind.

           Deep breaths. She willed her pulse slower. Thump… thump….. thump. She could almost make out the rushing of traffic. Could she chance movement? Were they lying in wait, ready for her to slip up, show herself? What she needed was an extra set of eyes. An extra set of hands. Can’t call Wallace, his mom would kill me if anything happened to him. Can’t call dad, he’d kill me for getting here. Weevil has helped me out a time or two, yeah. He’s the one to call. But as she thumbed through her contacts she stopped at “L”. Get a grip, Mars. Now way Logan even answers the call. Veronica moved to continue down the when she hears it: definitely footsteps. Her breath catches and her all her muscles tense. But she can feel them burning. If she is caught now she won’t be able to make any kind of quick escape.

           Veronica never really believed in God, but if there is any kind of higher power in the Universe she sure hopes it is listening. The pace of the footsteps quicken; getting louder, nearer. Thump, thump, thump – her blood rushes back to her ears. She squeezes her eyes firmly closed, hoping to focus on the steps. Hoping to predict who it is or whether they have spotted her. Her legs are burning. She wishes she could move, just sit back a little. But any sound, any tiny sound… and the footsteps stop. Far too close for comfort. Move away. Please, just move away.

           Firm fingers clench around her upper arm, forceful and painful. Veronica is yanked from her hiding spot. Her fingers clench around her phone as a scream forces its way up her throat. Calloused hands cover her mouth. She bits down, but the hand grips the pressure points in her jaw. Unwelcome tears stink her eyes.

           “Quite now,” he hisses in her ear. “This could be much more unpleasent.”

           Fear cut off her normal snarky remark. But she was still Veronica Mars. No way was she taking the easy way out. She slammed her elbow where she hoped his solar plexus would be, and found him to be unforgiving. A soft grunt and the hand tightened on her face, cutting off her muffled screams. She saved her breath; she’d need her energy for something else. Think, Veronica. Think! She went limp. Let him drag her a while, it would give her time to prepare an escape.

           “That’s it?” he chuckled. “That’s all the fight the great Veronica Mars has? What pussies.”

           Go ahead, get confident. I’m not even close to done. The guy grunted as he lifted her higher, to wrap his arm around her waist. His other hand slipped a little on her mouth, giving her the chance she needed. She bit down around his finger, hard. Blood pooled into her mouth, but she clung on. He yelled, his arm dropped away from her waist and his hand from mouth. She dropped to the ground, rolled away from him, and scrambled to her feet. Move, Mars. Move. Veronica stumbled forward, only to be pulled back by the same iron hand. Might be my only chance. She screamed, as loud and as hard as she could.

           “Stupid bitch!” He brought his fist down, clocking the side of her temple. The world went dark, and left Veronica lifeless.

********

           Shit, fuck, fuck… What do I even do here. What the fuck. What the FUCK. Logan’s hand tightened around his phone, listening harder, barely breathing. His brain was short circuiting. This is some kind of sick joke. What the fuck Veronica. He stayed silent, still listening, praying he was right. Praying it was a twisted joke from an ex- bestfriend. He heard the voice again:

           “That’s it?” a dark chuckle made his spine tingle. “That’s all the fight the great Veronica Mars has? What pussies.”

           Please, God be a joke. He heard a grunt, then sounds of feet dragging on the ground. Anytime now, Mars. Fuck, be a joke. He heard a yell, and shifting gravel. Veronica let out a scream which stood his hairs on end.

           “Stupid bitch!” A thud, and silence.

           Not again, not again. Veronica. God, no. Not again. The silence chilled him more than anything else.

           “Veronica?” God, please. “Veronica? Veronica!” What do I do? God, fuck. What do I do?

           Logan was a man of action, but this was far beyond school yard scuffles. This was out of his depth. But, Mars… Sheriff Mars. He needed to tell the Sheriff. He sprinted from his room and flew threw the kitchen. He stopped short when he saw his dad at the counter.

           “Logan. It’s late. What are you doing up?”

           “Uh, dad. I, uh. I just got a call from Veronica and she told me she’s in trouble. She, uh, she got stranded. Car ran out of gas. I was just going to pick her up, get her home. You know?”

           “Oh. Well I’m glad to see your looking out for your friends. Just, call when you pick her up and don’t stay out too late.”

           “Yeah, thanks dad. I’ll do that. Uhm, I’ll see you in the morning.”

           Logan practically sprinted to his truck, barely waiting for the engine to start before throwing it into reverse. He wanted to call Veronica, but what if that made it worse. Could it get any worse? He never drove so fast in his life, but he made it. Sheriff Mars would be home. He had to be home. He tried not to pound the door down as he knocked.

           “Sheriff Mars? Are you home? Please, it’s about Veronica,” he didn’t stop knocking, even when it seemed no one was home. “Sheriff?”

           A door to the right opened. “Excuse me, could you keep it down? You’ll wake the whole building.”

           “Please, I’m looking for Sheriff Mars, I think Veronica is in trouble. Do you know where he is?”

           “Well, if he isn’t home he is probably still at work. His PI business in town?”      

           “Do you know where that is?”

           “Downtown. Right across the street from that Chinese place.”

           “I know it, thanks.” Logan rushed back to the Xterra, cursing the lost time. How much time did Veronica have?

           Logan drove down the street, slower than he would like, but he couldn’t risk missing the office. He just hopped he hadn’t missed the Sheriff. Mars Investigations. There it is. He pulled over and jumped from the truck. The light was on in what he hoped was the office, so he took the stairs three at a time. At the top of the stairs was a glass pane Mars Investigations printed in big white lettering. The office door was locked, so he knocked.

           “Sheriff Mars? Are you in there? Please, I think Veronica is in trouble.” Logan called through the door. He heard heavy footsteps move through the office.

Locks clicked open, and the door cracked an inch. “Logan? What about Veronica?”

           “She called me, I think she’s in trouble.”

           The Sheriff ushered him into the office and set him down on an old, dusty couch. He crossed his arms and gave Logan his best Sheriff stare. Logan pulled his sleeves down over his hands and fidgeted with his fingers.

           “I was, uh, not important. I got a call from Veronica, but… it wasn’t normal. She never said anything. And I, um. It sounded like maybe a fight. I think, God, I think I heard her scream.”

           Logan’s legs were moving a mile a minute. He needed to get up, and he needed to now. He jumped to his feet. “Sheriff, I know something happened. Please, you have to believe me. I know she is in trouble, and, I. Shit, uhm. I can show you she called me. Please.” He met the Sheriff’s eyes for the first time since he started talking. Sheriff Mars had lowered his arms, his face gone pale. Logan didn’t know what else to say, he just held his breath, praying the Shariff believed him.

           “Logan, are you sure it was Veronica. Are you sure you heard Veronica?” His voice was off-key, strangled.

           “I, shit, I don’t know. I never heard her speak. But, god, it sounded like her.”

           “She was helping me on a case. Nothing special, some surveillance. Have you tried to call her back?”

           “I… no. I wanted to, but… what if that made it worse? I just, I didn’t…”

           “No, I understand,” Sheriff Mars pulled his phone out and dialed Veronica.

Logan heard it ring twice, then “You’ve reached Veronica…”

“Her phone is off,” the Sheriff pocketed his phone and turned to Logan. “Thank you for coming to me. I’ve got it from here. You head home,” he moved to what Logan assumed was his office and grabbed keys from a drawer.

“Sheriff, I just…” Sheriff Mars moved passed Logan toward the door. “Please, I have to know. I can’t… not again.”

The Sheriff turned to look at him. “Logan. Veronica is not Lilly.”

Logan crumpled and lowered himself to the couch. “Can I… Can I please just wait here? Until you know, until she is back?”

The Sheriffs eyes softened, and he laid a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “You should go home. But, I will call you. As soon as I know.”

[thestylesproject]

Harry fingering you and pressing you up against a wall. He tells you not to come but you can't hold it anymore so you come

Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.

It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying. 

“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked. 

“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate. 

“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate. 

“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did. 

“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine. 

“Home?” you frowned. 

“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening. 

So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!” 

Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.” 

“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,”  You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate. 

“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.” 

“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp. 

“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked. 

“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him. 

“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!” 

“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.” 

“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic. 

“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.” 

Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing. 

“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you. 

“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours. 

You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown. 

“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car. 

“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car. 

“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win. 

You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new. 

“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again. 

His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down. 

Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him. 

Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it. 

“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…” 

“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you. 

“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…” 

He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck. 

“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear. 

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@gamergate-news @kamiyu910​   remember THAT LIST  of sexual assaulting male feminist who like to attack gamergaters?

GUESS WHAT?

Disgraced movie critic and entertainment blogger Devin Faraci has returned to public life following a supposedly 10-month long hiatus.

In 2016, the vocal progressive and male feminist stepped down from his position as editor-in-chief of the Alamo Drafthouse-owned publication Birth.Movies.Death following allegations of sexual assault and multiple instances of sexual harassment.

His return is being widely condemned, and people close to the situation claim that Faraci may not have actually left the company at all.

Loud and often vitriolic on social media, the male feminist blogger shared his views on such matters as Donald Trump’s “grab her by the pussy” comments to Billy Bush. Faraci tweeted that he was “terrified” of Trump, and described Mike Pence as an “ideological monster” in a series of tweets that went viral.

One of Faraci’s most popular articles was a complaint about geek culture, in which he decried its problem with “entitlement.” He was an often-vocal detractor of the GamerGate movement for ethics in gaming journalism, describing it as a movement of misogynists and zealots.

“I have more respect for ISIS than the anti-[Zoe] Quinn people,” he wrote.

Following his statements denouncing Trump and Pence, a woman posting under the name @spacecrone called him out for his hypocrisy and accused him of having sexually assaulted her in the past. She tweeted:

“@DevinCF quick question: do you remember grabbing me by the pussy and bragging to your friends about it, telling them to smell your fingers?

Sitting here trying to remember if a man had ever grabbed me by the vagina against my will and, well, yes, a popular Twitter feminist!

Literally stuck his hands down my pants at a bar while I told him to stop, then told our friends he had ‘fingerbanged me’ I’ve avoided making that public for over a decade but I guess my rage at trump has uncasked the Gorgon in me.

It’s not just your Trumps or your Republicans, it’s your friendly neighborhood film critics and twitter feminists. I don’t really care if he apologizes, mostly tweeting in solidarity with every person who has ever been grabbed by the pussy […]                                                                                      Or otherwise violated and then had to see that person posture as a feminist on social media or anywhere.”

Faraci didn’t deny her allegations, begging instead for her forgiveness.

Speaking to @spacecrone, Variety reported that she had spoken to Alamo Drafthouse founder and CEO Tim League about the allegations and described him as “empathetic.”

League announced Tuesday that Faraci has “entered recovery” and has been “sober” since the sexual assault allegations surfaced, and is now being welcomed back to the theater chain Alamo Drafthouse. In the letter, League claims that Faraci did not write for Birth.Movies.Death after being ordered to step down from his position.

However, multiple people close to the situation state that there was no break between Faraci’s departure from Birth.Movies.Death and his employment at Drafthouse.

A former Alamo Drafthouse staffer told The Hollywood Reporter that he found League’s statement to be “disingenuous” because “there was never any question of whether Devin would be given that opportunity. It wasn’t offered after a period of growth and change. Devin just very rapidly moved into his current copywriting/editing job after stepping down from Birth.Movies.Death.”

He added that Faraci was being CC’d in internal emails a month after he left the website. The former staffer told the website that League released an internal email similar to the one he put out Tuesday many months ago to address concerns and outrage.

“I don’t feel that a single month or less is long enough to properly reflect on, atone for and change such long standing behaviors,” the ex-staffer said.

THR also highlighted correspondence between a Vancouver-based writer named Kat Arnett, and Tim League, over allegations that Faraci sexually harassed her. She had reached out to the Alamo Drafthouse CEO shortly after the sexual assault allegations were made.

Posting screenshots of their email conversation, League asked her to keep her story private. “I’d appreciate it if you kept this dialogue between us,” he allegedly wrote. “We’re now trying to move forward with the BMD brand, but I did want to get back to your personally. Cheers.”

WELCOME TO THE WHITE KNIGHT 

home to such dishonored alumni such as mr.  Christopher ( KIDDY PORN) John Goldberg.

According to the report, Goldberg had 53 pornographic images of small children between the ages of 4 and 14 years of age on his mobile phone. Additional images and video were also found on his home computer.

MATT HICKEY

Matt Hickey was an anti-Gamergate journalist who accused the movement of being “future rapists”. In fact, here’s his exact quote:

“#GamerGate is a bunch of women-hating future rapists!”

Matt is now facing 3 rape charges from women who allege that Matt sexually assaulted them. Matt has also been sued by an attorney general for running a fake porn agency scam. He set up a fake amateur porn organization and then tricked women into having sex with him, who thought they were auditioning for a porn video:

Anti-#GamerGate journalist Matt Hickey is not only facing multiple counts of rape charges in the state of Washington, but he’s also being sued by the Attorney General’s Office in Washington on consumer protection grounds. The suit came up after the Attorney General Bob Ferguson had the case brought forward where it was discovered that Hickey had been running his fraudulent porn recruitment agency for more than a decade in order to trick women into sleeping with him.

DEVIN FARACI

Devin was an editor in chief and writer for Birth.Movies.Death who stated that “The losers in #GamerGate are mad at women because women want nothing to do with them!”. You can read his article about Gamergate HERE.

Excerpt from the article:

Arguing with these people (Gamergate) has been eye-opening. A lot of these kids – and they are, without a doubt, largely kids – are simply ignorant. They don’t understand the world, and that includes everything from how gaming websites work to how people interact as adult, sexual humans….. They’re outsiders, losers, weirdos and freaks. And most of them aren’t just male, they’re white males…… They do it because they have been raised in a world where women are not humans but prizes, and so they can’t see them as individuals…..

Matt stepped down as editor in chief of Birth.Movies.Death in October of last year, after several women came forward to accuse him of sexually assaulting them:

The accusations surfaced on Twitter after Faraci shared his views on video tapes of Donald Trump bragging to “Access Hollywood” host Billy Bush about groping women. The movie blogger tweeted that he was “terrified” of the Republican presidential nominee and labeled his running mate, Mike Pence, an “ideological monster.” Faraci’s condemnation was widely retweeted, but one woman took issue with his statements, tweeting under the handle @spacecrone, “quick question:  do you remember grabbing me by the p—y and bragging to our friends about it, telling them to smell your fingers?”Other women offered their own stories of Faraci’s inappropriate behavior. He did not deny @spacecrone‘s accusations, tweeting, “I can only believe you and beg forgiveness for having been so vile.”Alamo Drafthouse Cinemas owns Birth.Movies.Death, which offers up casting stories, reviews, and trailers for cinephiles. The company declined to comment. In an exchange with Variety, @spacecrone said that Alamo Drafthouse founder Tim League spoke with her about her allegations and was “empathetic.”

Robert Marmolejo

Robert was a member of Zoe Quinn’s “crash overide network”, which was intended to fight against Gamergate and other forms of “online harassment”- in reality, the members of this group harassed more people that they people they were supposedly fighting against.

Robert, who commented on Gamergate last year, saying “we need to take action against #GamerGate and the ideology that spawned it!”, has been accused of rape by at least 20 women:

A male feminist deeply involved in Zoe Quinn’s Twitter-partnered “anti-harassment” organization, Crash Override Network, has been accused of harassing, stalking, and abusing female victims, in a series of tweets and leaked chat logs from the organization’s supporters….. Robert Marmolejo, who is reported to have helped manage Crash Override’s social media accounts, allegedly used his position and connections to abuse around twenty women online….Marmolejo, who was previously an active anti-GamerGate activist, and had repeatedly labelled conservative actor Adam Baldwin, and YouTubers TotalBiscuit and Sargon of Akkad as “misogynistic”, “sexist”, and “anti-woman,” deactivated his Twitter account after a series of apologetic tweets confessing to having “f**ed up.”Anti-GamerGate web developer, “Internet Abuse Specialist”, and feminist Izzy Galvez, who also happened to have been a member of the secret Crash Override group, tweeted on Saturday to confirm the allegations.“If you’re catching up: Over 20 women have come forward & revealed that Rob/UnseenPerfidy had sexually harassed them over DMs, Skype, etc” announced Galvez.

Jamie Killstein

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Jamie is a male Feminist American writer, radio host, and stand up comic who accused Gamergate of being about sexism, instead of ethics in journalism.

Jamie was booted from his podcast last month, after several claims of him sexually abusing women were brought forward.

Comedian and lauded male feminist Jamie Kilstein has departed the podcast he co-hosts amid allegations of manipulation and abuse from multiple women.On Monday morning, liberal independent podcast Citizen Radio and its co-host Allison Kilkenny announced that Kilstein would be leaving the program. Later that day, however, Kilkenny clarified that Kilstein’s departure from the podcast was a result of allegations of him preying upon, manipulating, and emotionally abusing women.In a Facebook post slightly detailing the decision, Kilkenny, who is also Kilstein’s ex-wife, wrote that “murmurs” of Kilstein’s abuse lingered in the past, but because of anonymity, she was “never able to learn the full scope of what happened.”That was until a few days ago, Kilkenny wrote, when “one of the women” who came forward was someone who had worked for the podcast, though she doesn’t mention how many women came forward initially. Kilkenny wrote that she asked Kilstein to leave the show, seek therapy, and apologize publicly. She said he has declined to do the latter, so she decided to clarify the situation in the post instead.“Without making this about me, I want you all to know I’m furious, crushed, and horrified by all of this. I always believed Citizen Radio was a genuinely safe space, and I’m trying to make it that way again,” Kilkenny wrote. “I’m so, so sorry for letting anyone down.”

 Juan M. Thompson

Juan Thompson is a former writer for The Intercept who was later fired for fabricating and publishing fake stories. Juan wrote an article for the Intercept in 2015 accusing Gamergate of being a hateful group that threatens violence against “marginalized groups”.

He was later arrested by the F.B.I for making bomb threats against 8 Jewish community centers. The except below is taken from his Wikipedia page:

Thompson was arrested by the FBI in March 2017 for allegedly making bomb threats against at least eight Jewish community centers in the U.S. According to officials, Thompson phoned in and emailed many of the threats under his ex-girlfriend’s name within the preceding two months, in an effort to frame her. Thompson also allegedly made at least one threat under his own name, under the pretense that his ex-girlfriend was framing him. He had also emailed the Anti-Defamation League in his own name in late February, pointing to his ex-girlfriend as the perpetrator of all of the bomb threats.

Leland Yee

Leland is a former democratic senator of California who made a career of attacking violent video games and blaming them for youth violence. In 2005 after the Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas ‘Hot Coffee’ mod was unearthed, Yee passed two California assembly bills that restricted the sale of mature video games to those under the age of 18 and where these games could be advertised.

Leland, who accused gamers of “violence against women”, was also a big fan of Anita Sarkeesian, who he described as “courageous”.

I commend Anita Sarkeesian for her willingness and courage to take on this important issue. For far too long, the video game industry has glorified violence against women and often depicted female characters as nothing more than sex objects. Such sexism is unacceptable and teaches our kids the wrong lessons. Those who have criticized Ms. Sarkeesian with such offensive comments should be ashamed. It is time for the industry to stop perpetuating stereotypes and further demeaning women.

Leland Yee was sentenced to jail on Wednesday, Feb. 24, 2016, to five years in prison by a federal judge for weapons trafficking (ironic). Someone who dedicated his life to complaining about violent video games is literally responsible for putting deadly weapons in the hands of bad people.

Here’s an except from a Washington Post article about Leland’s sentencing.

Yee served as a state senator and was plotting a secretary of state campaign when his political visions were curtailed by a federal indictment in March 2014. The arrest swept Yee and his associate Keith Jackson, 51, up in charges alongside some of the city’s most notorious characters, notable among them Chinatown gangster Raymond “Shrimp Boy” Chow.This Wednesday, Yee received a five-year prison sentence for accepting bribes and trafficking in arms. After initially denying culpability, Yee pleaded guilty to the charges last summer. These acts were discovered by undercover federal agents investigating organized crime in San Francisco’s Chinatown. Jackson, a former school board president who helped Yee facilitate the bribes, received a nine-year sentence.

YES @dashyn​ it dose keep happening .