#This started out as patching holes and then I got carried away

[therainbowfishy]

Having a crafty little January and embroidering sweater embellishments

#2024 #embroidery #rainbow fish #diy #This started out as patching holes and then I got carried away #I’m using a mason jar lid and rubber band cause I think I got rid of my embroidery hoop when I gave up on it years ago

[hedgehog-moss]

Look, friends.

Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.

It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.

I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:

No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.

(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)

I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.

This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.

(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)

It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.

Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:

horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack

infuriated barking from Pandolf

very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit

basically, chaos.

I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)

Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.

My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.

He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.

I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.

I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.

He immediately got stuck between two trees.

I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.

"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."

I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."

I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.

"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."

The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.

Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.

I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this

(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)

#crawling along #llama drama #i spent an hour at his owner's place eating biscuits and being told all the reasons why texas is ''a bit zinzin'' #for example he runs away to the nearest farm to steal the cow feed (pellets) at feeding time #he was caught red-pawed by the farmer and just. stole the entire plastic tub that contained the pellets #and ran back home. holding this very large tub in his mouth and sprinkling cow feed everywhere along the way #this time around his owner must have feared he would come home dragging a bag with pampe inside or something

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

How about intersex Natasha x fem reader where Natasha is basically on her hands and knees begging to fuck fem reader. Saying things like, "I'll make you feel so good." or "I only need 10 minutes."

High and dry

Paring: fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: SMUT, begging, pet names, nipple play, switch!reader, switch!Nat, P in V, breeding kink, soft sex

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist-

"Please" I heard Natasha beg "Like I said Tasha I need to finish my mission report first" She signed loudly. She woke up from a perfect dream; she had been thrusting in and out your tight heat and then just as she was about to cum- her alarm went of leaving her high and dry. She awoke with you already up and taking a shower, because of both of your latest mission you had opted for a few days of home office together. You only came home yesterday evening as the both of you decided on cuddles instead of a steamy love making session.  

Now you where standing under the hot stream of the shower head, letting the hot droplets of water run over the soft skin of your delicate body. Only with a towel on you reentered the shared bedroom and Natasha felt like she just got even harder.

"I’ll go write the mission report now alright baby?" You leaned down to kiss her. Of course she noticed the big bulge in her pants with a little wet patch from her pre cum. "I hoped for some morning stretches first bunny?" She pulled you on top of her pelvis, you mewled at feeling the the bulge against your own crotch. 

"Natasha not now" It took an incurable amount of will power not to devour your delicious girlfriend, but finishing the mission report would be much smarter. After all a quickie rarely failed to become hours long of passionate love making between the sheets. She groaned rubbing her temples, you had rarely seen her so needy. 

A few hours later Natasha sneaked around the house like an animal searching for prey. "Natasha what’s the matter?" You already knew the answer to the question, but you wanted to hear her say it. "I need to fuck you, bunny, please" she mewled appearing behind your office chair to kiss your neck. "Natasha soon" you pushed her face away "I need to focus" 

"I’ll make you feel so good" She pushed her face into your neck to inhale your sweet smell. She was getting at you it was hard to say no to her anymore "I’ll only need 10 minutes" she cooed against your skin. You closed your laptop before catching her lips with yours. "Fuck Tasha, do it quick" She couldn’t hide her excitement she wanted to kiss every centimetre of your soft skin. She spun your office chair around to lift you up, your wrapped your legs around your waist as she carried you to to the bedroom. 

"Fuck sweetheart, ‘m gonna fuck this tight pussy so good." She threw you on the bed her hands going to the hem of your shirt pushing it up. She groaned in responds of seeing your stiff nipples. Her mouth latched onto your nipple teasing the hardened nub with her exerted tongue. You mewl at the sensation all the thought of the paper work long having left your clouded mind. 

"Fuck Nat I need you inside" You moaned out pushing her head further down your stomach. "let me ride you sweetheart" Nat nodded before laying down on her back. You helped her undress before pushing her boxers to her mid thigh her large penis standing against her stomach. You grabbed her semi hard lengthen before moving your fist up and down her hardening dick. 

You straddled her pelvis your hole hovering above her hardened dick. Her hands went to your hips guiding you down on her shaft. You let out an almost pornographic moan at her delicious stretch. You stilled for a moment to adjust to her length making Nat lose her mind. Your tight velvet walls hugging her shaft so good. Slowly you started to move you hips up and down and Natasha trusts up her into her tight heat groaning at he feeling.

You grab on the shoulders of your girlfriend before your lips meet hers. Her tongue went inside your mouth fighting your dominance, which after a fair fight she woman. Natasha needed more, more of your tight heat. Before you could say anything she had switched your positions pistoling inside your heat like an animal. 

Her hand went to your puffy clit playing with the bundle of nerves making the pleasure almost unbearable. Your wall pulsate around her cock, she knew how close you were and she felt the same. "Fuck baby can I cum inside please" She whined above you and the idea of her sed in your womb turned you on. "Fuck Natty fill me up" She brought you to your peak before having her peak yourself. You felt her hot cum shooting inside your womb as you cream her dick. 

“Fuck I needed that” Natasha laughed before pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m sure you got time for another round”

:)

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[jasmines-library]

Hi love <3!

I was wondering if you’d feel comfortable with writing something with the bat-family finding out that the reader has like, the abilities to transfer injuries to themselves.

Like, one of them is hurt and reader just rips their gloves off mid mission and drops to their side, transferring the injury to themself. Bonus points if they automatically transfer some psychological trauma as well? And maybe reader avoiding talking about it and stuff, the family finally seeing the countless scars that reader got because of their power.

(This is has been stuck in my head for forever and I’ve never seen anyone write the bat-family as good as you do, so <3)

Heal

Note: I've literally wanted to write something like this for ages! thank you for requesting ❤️ also tumblr was throwing a tantrum and not letting me put the image I wanted as a header so you get a GIF instead :(

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Scars.

Word count: 1.7k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

“Robin!”

The scream ripped itself from your throat as you saw him drop to the ground. The crook stood over him, removing the dagger that dripped with crimson red from where he had plunged it into Damians thigh. You practically launched yourself across the street as he fled, dropping to his side. He clutched feebly at the wound, eyes screwed up in pain. Your hand hovered over the wound as he cried out in pain gawping at the open wound. Blood gushed from the deep wound staining the concrete.

“Hold on Robin, you’re gonna be fine.” you told him as you tore off your gloves and discarded them on the ground. 

Then, pressing your hand firmly over the wound and wincing at his shout of discomfort, you began to heal the wound. It was a strange sensation that no matter how many times you felt, you never seemed to get used to. The tingling ran up your arms but quickly replaced by an agonising burn as Damian’s wound began to heal on his skin and began to appear beneath your thigh beneath your suit. You bit your lip to hold back the cry as you watched the gaping wound close leaving behind nothing but shiny new skin and another hole in his suit for Alfred to patch up.

Damian pushed himself up onto his forearms to regain his composure when he felt the pain dissipate from his body. Around you, the rest of the vigilantes were still battling the criminals who seemed to be flanking in from every possible angle. You helped him to his feet, asking if he was alright as you pulled on your gloves. He gave you a brief nod of thanks before dashing off with his katana in hand to help his family. You staggered behind him trying to hide the limp that you had developed from the wound. You could already feel it healing; one of the many perks of your abilities, but it still hurt like a bitch. But you pressed forward anyway, gripping your weapon tightly to help with the fight.

You had had much worse. Much much worse. Like that one time that Joker had captured Tim…you took all of his injuries. But the thing is, with injuries come memories. Each cell carries its own story. And every time you take on a wound, you take on some of the trauma that comes with it. It's not your own, but it feels so real. The images play inside your head on loop like a movie often cropping up at the worst times. The worst time was when Jason died. Although when he returned he was physically healed, he was still struggling; scarred by the memories that haunted him. So, when he started recklessly patrolling and you had offered to heal him, you took away as much of it as you could. 

Sometimes it was the memories that hurt more than the actual wounds themselves. To see and feel what they had been through broke you completely. The torment that Jason had been through that you had seen was something you couldn’t even muster up the words to describe. You couldn’t imagine what he went through and you would never be able to heal him completely, but you were glad you could help him as much as you could. Glad you could take away any of their pain even if it meant that you had to feel it for them. 

They didn’t know this. You had kept it somewhat hidden from them. The vigilantes knew you could heal wounds, but they didn’t know that you took on the injury. And you wanted to keep it that way because you knew that if they found out they would just stop you from doing it and you would be left feeling useless on the sidelines. 

Nightwing dropped down beside you, noting your slight limp as you fought against the criminals. They seemed to be thinning out now with the five of you fighting them. They either fled or dropped to the ground like flies.

“You alright?” He asked, swinging a right hook and sending a guy wielding a crowbar. You winced at the sight of it, hit with Jasons memories again.  

“Fine.” You grunted out as you blocked another oncomer. 

“You sure? You’re favouring your left side.” 

God damn you, Grayson. 

“Fine. Just took a hit is all but it’ll heal quickly. You know me.”

He eyed you uncertainly. He knew you were lying but he dismissed it. Dick had always had a suspicion that more happened to you than you let on but he had never pressed you to talk about it. Though, he was going to find out much sooner than you had hoped.

~

You stared at the scab on your thigh in the mirror; it would soon become a new addition to the tapestry of scars that covered your body. It was ragged, torn and an ugly reminder of the blade that stuck out of the young Wayne’s leg. Some of the scars that marred up your smooth skin were yours, though most of them once belonged to the boys. 

The scars flecked almost every inch of your body, all varying in size and shape. Some were small and round, others long and jagged and some in between. And though the scars saved your boys, you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that you weren’t left with them. Sometimes, it all became too much. For example when you healed a wound that had been forced upon them in such a brutal way that you would lie awake for hours with your eyes squeezed shut tight as you curled up on your bed waiting for the haunting memories to pass. Although your abilities meant that you healed quicker, sometimes you were still left managing the wound for days as it healed whilst still trying to hide it from the boys. You suffered in silence, often pondering if you should just tell them… but you never did. And it was worth it because seeing them okay put a smile on your face. 

You didn’t like to talk much about your abilities and how they worked, no matter how much they pressed you. Everytime the topic was brought up you would go quiet, or quickly change the subject, trying not to let the feelings resurface. You buried them deep to keep your secret.

“You okay, kid?” Jason frowned as you walked into the library, poorly disguising the last of your limp. He was lounging on one of the couches as he delved into one of Bruce’s many hardbacks. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” you dismissed, running your finger over the spines as you scanned the shelf for something to read to try and give yourself something to do for a few hours while your leg continued to heal. 

“You said that earlier.” Dick poked his head around the door, noting the way you tilted most of your weight onto your left foot as you stood on your toes to grab a book. “Your leg still bothering you?”

“A little, but it’s healing.” You shrugged, taking your book over to the couch and settling beside Jason. 

The eldest Wayne frowned, forcing wrinkles onto his forehead. “Shouldn’t a hit have healed by now?”

You cursed mentally. “It was a nasty hit.”

“You know, thinking about it didn’t Damian take a knife to the thigh?” Jason asked. 

“Yes.” Damian appeared in the doorway with Tim. “Y/N healed me though.”

“Strange.” Dick noted, tilting his head to look at you. The four of them had had a suspicion for a little while that something was going on. The way you avoided the topic was like having a sign waving above your head. 

“... it’s just a coincidence.”

“Just like the time you injured your arm training after healing my broken one?” Tim had you stuck. 

You bit your lip in the silence of the room. 

“Fine. Maybe I haven’t been totally honest with you all.”

Jason sat up and leaned forwards in his seat “Go on.”

You took a deep breath, preparing for their onslaught as you revealed the truth. “When I heal a wound, it doesn’t just…vanish.” The four of them watched you intently and you could feel a sheen of sweat try to break out across your forehead. “It transfers to me instead.”

Damian stared at you agape “But…”

“You’ve healed us so many times.” Dick said. “That's gotta be…”

Tugging your hoodie over your head, you revealed the scars to them for the first time. Tim had to hold back his shock. 

“Oh y/n/n…” The vigilantes all looked at the countless scars that covered your skin. 

“They’re not all yours.” You tried to lighten the mood, albeit it seemed to have little effect. 

“How have we been letting you do this? We should have know-”

“Stop.” You shut Tim down. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. Healing you is… special. Making sure that you guys get to live another day is more important to me than anything.”

“But you’re hurting yourself…” Damian said shyly, feeling incredibly guilty.

“It doesn’t hurt bad. My accelerated healing means I can get rid of wounds that would take weeks for you to heal in a number of days. Sometimes hours. I like helping you.”

The boys narrowed their eyes at you. They were sceptical however they could see the truth behind it. You were selfless; always giving to others in need. They didn’t like that you were being hurt because of their recklessness, and they were angry with themselves that you felt you couldn’t tell them the truth, but they could see the reasoning behind it.

“Besides” You added. “I think the scars are pretty cool. Like a piece of artwork. And I can use them to blackmail you in the future.” You grinned.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes. “They are pretty cool though…”

There was a nod of agreement. 

“Thank you. y/n/n.” Dick said. “I honestly don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Bleed out and die probably.” You joked and he hummed with laughter.

“On a serious note,” Dick added “We have seriously got to stop getting hurt so much.”

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@hell-o-kittys

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[ovlxo]

a duff fic where they get caught but dont realise or sum😭

Caught Out - Duff McKagan x Reader x Slash

Sorry I went a little off-piste, I got carried away but I hope this is okay!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, Threesome, Smut

You’d been staying with your brother, Axl, for a whole week at the Hell House. Quickly getting used to living with five guys; the mess, partying, drinking and drugs, the one thing held off limits to you had been the guys. Axl had imposed a ban on any of them so much as flirting with you and it drove you crazy, but he had to leave the house sometime whether it was to get more cigarettes or to go and record some vocals. It was these times you did your upmost to get the attention of one man you’d had your eye on…

Duff McKagan. 

You heard the back door close, indicating Axl was leaving at least for the next half an hour. You quickly stripped out of your sweats and vest and donned your tiny black bikini, grabbing your suncream and shades you headed out to the pool where Duff lay sunbathing, beer in hand. 

“Hey Duff.” You smiled casually, swiping your eyes up his body before meeting his eyes, he almost blushed as he tried to hide his own admiration of your bikini-clad figure. 

“Hey Y/N. W-would you like a beer?” He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze and pointing toward the ice bucket. 

“Please, it’s so hot out here.” Smiling back, you stretched out on the adjacent sun lounger. You lay on your tummy, closing your eyes, heart starting to race at thought of Duff just looking at you. 

“FUCK!.” Shock burst through your thigh as the ice-cold beer bottle met your inner thigh, Duff stood over your laughing and sneaking looks at your figure as you turned around losing your shades and cursing him. 

“Sorry, it was just too tempting.” He giggled, picking up your glasses, and handing them to you. Your fingers brushed against his as you took them back.

“Thank you, asshole!” Sticking your tongue out at him, you saw your opportunity. “Hey make yourself useful, don’t let me burn.” You smiled up sweetly, handing him the sun screen and rubbing the cold patch leftover from him. 

He took the bottle from you and you turned around, holding back your hair. Suddenly his fingers were on your skin, you felt like you could melt right there and then, as the cream was rubbed gently into your shoulders, turning into more of a massage, you felt his breath on your neck and let out an involuntary moan as his hands swiped further down your back. 

“Useful enough for you, sweetheart?” He whispered close to your ear, before gently kissing your neck.

“Mmm… definitely.” You sighed leaning back into him, he let go out of the bottle as your lips met and his hands went straight to your waist. Lying back on the lounger, you pulled him with you, tongues intertwined, hearts racing. 

His hands ran up and down your body, massaging your breasts, nipping at your neck before he pulled your legs around his waist to squeeze your ass. 

“You wanna take this inside? I don’t want us gettin’ into trouble.” He laughed lowly, pushing his speedo-clad, throbbing length into you.

“Good idea.” You giggled, biting your lip as he whisked you into his arms, continuing the deep kiss all the way to his bedroom. 

You quickly stripped each other out of your swimwear, as Duff slammed you down onto the bed, trailing kisses down your stomach, his mouth finally met your clit, devouring you, you felt yourself throbbing in sync with his tongue, your juices coated his lips as his tongue delved into your velvety hole.

‘Holy Shit, Duff!” You moaned, pushing your fingers into his hair. 

He growled in response as he delved deeper, lapping you up, sucking and teasing your clit before pushing a single, skilled finger right up to your sweet spot. 

You instantly arched your back in response, moaning his name and biting hard on your bottom lip.

“F-fuck- fuck me.” You breathed in gasps as Duff never relented. 

“Yeah, is that what you want, baby?” He stood at the foot of the bed, jerking his rock-hard member, and biting his lip as your eyes met, sliding his eyes over your body once more, before climbing onto the bed, you felt him slide right up against you.

“Please, Duff!” You moaned, squeezing his arms and sliding your hands down his body.

With one thrust he was deep inside you, instant pleasure rocked your body to the core, your eyes rolled back as he drilled right into your sweet spot. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. So wet, just for me.” He whispered, biting at your neck and quickening the pace earning him moans and shivers from you as the knot in your belly started to build. 

“Faster, please… harder!” Your nails dug into his back as his hips bucked upwards to hit you deeper, his pace becoming rougher, your lips found each other as the headboard smacked against the wall.

“Oh shit…” a low voice entered the room as the door creaked. 

You both dived under the covers, wincing at the loss of the contact as Duff withdrew. Your heart racing as you recognised his voice. 

“Slash, dude… Get out!” Duff shouted, throwing an empty bottle to his feet and wiping the sweat from his brow. 

He laughed smugly, looking at you both, the smell of sex lingering in the air. “No way are you guys gonna get away with this. What do I get for not ratting you out?” He smiled at you both feigning innocence.

“I’ll get you a bottle of Jack, will you just get out?” Duff pulled the covers up further to hide you from view. 

“No, I think I should let Axl know, it’s only right.” Slash made to walk out of the room, and suddenly you pushed the covers back down. 

“Slash… maybe we could come to an arrangement.” You looked at Duff whose eyes widened at the sight of your breasts.

Slash stopped in his tracks, jaw dropping at your actions as he walked towards you. You gestured for him to join the two of you.

“Make sure you lock the door sweetie, I don’t think I could handle any more of you.” You winked at him. Quickly locking the door, his hands dropped to unzip his pants.

“You’re cool with this?” Duff whispered, stroking your thigh as Slash undressed. 

“You guys share girls all the time, now it’s my turn.” You kissed Duff’s lips, before sliding down his body, taking his cock now slick with your combined juices, between your lips, he threw his head back instantly as your hot mouth enveloped him.

Suddenly you felt Slash’s hands on your hips pulling you into an arch, you pushed your ass up to present yourself to him. He slid slowly inside your now dripping pussy. 

“Fuck-Y/N” you feel so good.” Slash moaned, bruising your hips with his calloused fingertips.

You moaned with your mouth full of Duff, the vibrations sending ripples to his balls until Duff was moaning your name and gripping your hair, making you take him deeper into your throat. 

You felt so full as the two men got into a rhythm, as Duff’s pre-cum ran down your throat, Slash hit a place deep inside you that made your eyes cross. His cock twitching as his thrusts quickened.

“Slash, harder- p-please.” You came up for air, jerking Duff’s cock before he pulled your hair back down to swallow him. 

Slash complied, pounding into you with no mercy and pushing you further down onto Duff’s cock. 

You moaned around Duff’s now twitching cock.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum. Are you gonna swallow, baby?” Keeping his eyes closed, Duff’s grip on your hair tightened, balls tightening against your chin.

“Cum for me, Duffy.” You whispered seductively as Slash continued to ruin you from behind. 

His seed instantly spilled on your tongue, filling your mouth with a sweet n salty silk. “That’s… my… girl…” His last few thrusts slowing as he emptied himself into your throat.

You rested your head against Duff’s thigh as Slash continued his assault, his short nails digging into your back as his cock twitched inside you.

Duff wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently as he whispered in your ear.

“You dirty little whore, taking both of us like this. So fuckin’ hot.” The words burned in your belly, waves of pleasure already washing over you as your head started to spin from his asphyxiation. 

“Fuck me Y/N, I’m gonna c- uhh.” What started as a growl turned into a moan as Slash erupted inside of you, the release not slowing him down. Painting your walls with his thick, creamy load. Drawing pinpricks of blood as he dug his hands into your back at the release. You tightened around him as the pain mixed with the pleasure of him hitting the right spot for so long and the fireworks erupted in your belly. 

“Duff… Slash… OH MY GO-“ you bit down onto Duff’s collar bone as your orgasm ripped through you like a storm. Convulsing with pleasure, pain and breathlessness, Duff released your neck as your eyes rolled back, your nails digging into Duff’s abs. 

Slash withdrew gently, his cock soaked in both of your sweet juices and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as Duff stroked your hair with his eyes closed, still in ecstasy from his own release. All three of you were slicked with each other’s sweat as you floated back to Earth, enjoying the aftershocks.

Suddenly the front door opened and you heard Axl coming home. The guys both looked at you with wide eyes. 

“So, I think this should stay between us.” You whispered, smiling innocently.

#duff mckagan #saul hudson imagine #saul hudson x reader #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan imagines #duff mckagan smut #saul hudson smut #duff mckagan x reader #gnr smut #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #slash x reader #slash smut #slash gnr smut #duff gnr smut

[captainfern]

Bestie- I know requests are closed and ily and I apologize I'm really just writing this so the idea is in the air and now wasted. But I was wondering if you could do a fic of Price + 141 where reader accidentally used a pheromone perfume.

It WORKS tho, like WORK WORKS. The guys (or just Price ofc) just kinda run on instinct and are super like..RAR SEX ya know??

Also HII IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE REQUESTED!!! My birthday was the 15th, I'm now 20😐 but I also got a car so😋

Anywho glad to be back reading your stuff after I went away for a bit. LOVED the Marigold stories that came out!!!! Love that series sm. Thank you!!

-🌻🐾

aghh this is so late i’m sorry !! but happy late birthday and i hope you had a lovely day <3

here’s a birthday present for you x sorry it’s not a full fic, but i hope you enjoy anyway :)

18+, gn!reader, 141

price

he smells it on you and does a double take like what ?? what is that smell ??

you’re all like “what smell ?? 🙈”

starts rubbing his facial hair against your neck like a cat, trying to collect as much of the smell as possible on him — he’s gripping your hips and pressing you as close to him as he possibly can while he does it

pinching and grabbing at your hips each time you try and put some space between the two of you. he continues to rub his beard against you, it tickling your soft skin

he’s grunting and not really listening to you as you try and speak to him. the only time he responds is when you say that he can fuck you and he goes off !!

ruts into you hard, nosing up and down your neck, kissing along your pulse. he’s got a heavy grip on your hips, no doubt leaving indents, as he thrusts in and out of you

his sounds are deep, like grunts and groans, and he doesn’t talk much, so focused on that yearning feeling clawing inside him each time he inhaled the sweet smell of you

gaz

you physically show him the perfume and show you putting it on, and he’s all like “that will never work it’s fake 🙄”

spoiler alert: it worked

throughout the day, he’s following you around like a lost puppy, trying to put his hands on you any chance he can, even just holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your lower back — you feel so warm against him and you smell so good he can’t help it

if you applied some on your inner wrists, he’ll place gentle kisses there and along your arm, leaving your skin sparkling with tiny patches of saliva

he whines any time you pull your arm away, especially if you’re carrying on with your day at home as usual after putting the perfume on. he’ll whine and try to get your attention without actually trying to get your attention

when you finally give in, he’s eating you out like no tomorrow — you’ve sprayed a bit on your inner thighs, so he’s pressing his cheeks to them as he shoves his tongue inside your hole

is a whiner and whimperer !! so so desperate for more, tasting you on his tongue and smelling your heady scent

soap

he buys the perfume for you 100%

real cocky about it too. he knows it’ll work and he can’t wait to test it out

tries licking it at first, dragging his tongue across your neck or wrists, and you have to fend him off before the cheeky cunt licks it all off of you lmao

if you’ve sprayed some on your pillows/clothes, you’ll come home to find him burying his face in it, probably grinding his hardened cock into the mattress, moaning your name under his breath

he’s obsessed with you, but you can’t blame him, you’re fucking stunning !! he’s so happy just to start humping up against your arse, pressing his cock against you, moaning loudly

fucks you doggy, pounds you straight into the damn mattress with deep, heavy thrusts that have you mewling, his full balls slapping against you

moans loudly, and definitely kisses wet and sloppy along your spine, leaving a trail of spit as he fucks you harder into the bed

ghost

you watch his pupils physically dilate right in front of you as he catches the smell

he straight up starts salivating too

intrigued by the way whatever you’re wearing is effecting his body — drapes his body over yours carefully, whole body weight against you, your back against his front as he casually inhales in deep breaths

very attentive and loving — rubbing the fat of your thighs and arse gently, hands splaying across your tummy, interlocking his fingers with yours, massaging your shoulders and back

keeps his face buried in your neck the whole time basically. if he had been wearing his black paint, it’d be smudged all across your skin

mmm he fucks you nice and slow, and no matter the pigment of your skin he is sucking kisses and dark bruises all over your neck and chest !! his thrusts are almost too slow, but he’s grinding his pelvis against yours and making you tremble beneath him

praises you the whole time, telling you how good you are for him, how much he loves you, how pretty you are, how perfect your body is, how proud he is for you taking all of his cock <3

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty #cod smut #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #call of duty mw2

[buckgasms]

Soooo what do you think Daddy!Bucky would do if Princess was misbehaving out in public…. what about maybe in front of their friends?? I need your FILTHY THOTS!!!

Misbehaving????? In Public???? Princess???

👆this is the reaction

It's tricky because Princess is quite shy in public, and doesn't like lots of people around, but there's always opportunities to be naughty when you put your mind to it. Let's say you're at a party, some of Bucky's close friends are there, lots of other people you don't know too.

I think first would come a warning. A whisper in the ear, a squeeze of your wrist or waist. "Careful Princess, you're pushing it now..."

Then a glare. You might be dragged away and told to stand in the corner. It's subtle but the tinges of humiliation come up and make you giddy.

But maybe you get distracted (or Daddy does) and you wander off, only to be found nibbling on a canapé instead of your assigned corner.

"Coulda sworn I left you over there?" He grabs your wrist as you try to flee back. "Oh no no princess, don't even try it." He pulls you away from the buffet and you squeak out an apology which falls on deaf ears.

"Panties. Now" he states, loud enough for the little group nearby to hear. You feel dizzy with the heat emanating from your face but when you see he isn't playing around you shimmy them off and hand them to him as quick as possible. You watch as he inspects them, a damp patch betraying your arousal.

"You getting off on being a brat hmm? Turn you on to get punished and told off?" He says, pinching your chin and kissing you in possessive pecks. You only stutter and mumble as he kisses you more.

He gives a little wave to someone's and suddenly you are surrounded by Bucky, Steve, Natasha and Sam who tower over you. You're totally blocked from anyone else's view, but you're not alone by any means.

"What's going on? Something wrong with our pretty Printessa?" Natasha says sternly as she glares around the party, daring anyone to fuck with you. Bucky chuckles and holds up your underwear. "Yeah actually, misbehaving and horny..."

Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes at Bucky. "Oh poor you, what a tragedy this must be!" You giggle, immediately regretting it from the look Daddy gives you. "Despite her behaviour today, Princess has rules. Being a little horny slut, teasing her daddy ain't one of them."

The three of them hummed in agreement, and you bow your head in shame. No one ever took your side when you misbehaved. It was so unfair. "Well what needs to happen to make it right then? Cos princess is too pretty to be in trouble tonight Buck..." Sam said whilst squeezing your arm, and you smiled at him.

Daddy turned you around and held you against his chest so you were now face to face with his top circle. "If Princess wants to show off and make an exhibition of herself..." As he spoke he lifted the skirt of your dress and exposed you to them, "then that's what she'll be..."

They two men took the skirt from Bucky's hands and the cool air hit your pussy, a soft whine leaving your lips. Natasha hummed in approval and moved her hand over, rubbing at your pussy, squeezing and spreading you open. "So soft" she muttered before guiding your own hand down to carry on.

"Daddyyyy" you whimper but he tuts, in fact they all do and he squeezes at your breasts. "Babygirl, we're at a party. And people are going to wanna talk to me. And if they come up to me before you come, I will let them stay for the show. So the sooner you start, the less chance you got of being spotted."

You whine but lean your head back as you start to slowly circle your fingers, swirling gathering wetness over yourself. Natasha curses something in Russian as Steve and Sam adjust there view and make similar noises of approval.

"You putting on a pretty show for them babygirl? Showing what a pretty little slut you are hmm?" You nod and moan as quiet as you can, slipping a finger into your aching hole, finding hungry eyes wherever you look. Bucky slips a finger in your mouth and you suck greedily, happy to have something to muffle your noises.

"This is a punishment?" Natasha asks incredulously, her fingers unable to resist your soft, sensitive folds. You moan again, louder around his fingers as she teases you. "I'd have her red raw and begging for forgiveness, not coming around her fingers.."

Bucky chuckled at her. "I know, I'm too soft on my Princess, but her ass will be glowing by the morning and she won't be doing this again will you baby?" You whine around his fingers and choke as he sinks them deeper down your throat, walls clenching around your fingers as you teeter on the edge of bliss. Your legs shut with the pressure but Steve and Sam are on you, hooking their hand around each thigh and opening you up to Natasha's hands.

"Come baby, come for us. Show us what a dirty girl you are..."

It's enough to send your head back into Bucky's shoulder, gripping his arms as he holds your still. Your release is rubbed over your pussy and thighs, and you shiver a little until they let you go and release you back into Bucky's embrace.

"Good girl" he praises, pressing a kiss to your face, smiling as you moan for more. Natasha takes your hair and strokes it, pulling it into a ponytail and pulling gently as she leans her head on your shoulder and pressed a little kiss behind your ear.

"Why don't you show us how you thank your daddy for being so kind to you?"

You giggle and sink to your knees, feeling like the naughtiest, luckiest princess in the world...

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #daddy!bucky #princess!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #darling nonnie

[isabel3710]

I've dived headfirst back into my old Trolls hyper fixation with the release of the third movie. So I decided to write a little something for the idea of Branch being adopted by the Country Trolls.

I was inspired by some fan art by crunchy_coookies_ on insta and @rocksibblingsau's AU and a post they've made on this idea.

I would love to turn this into a full fledged fic one day but I'm already working on another trolls fanfic plus I got some (very loose) plans for another for when I'm done. But if I every have the time to write more I'll be sure to let you all know!

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A little gray trolling sat on the edge of a dusty road, a worn looking bag sitting beside him. Branch held his ankle with both hands, it throbbed with pain and he was struggling not to cry. 

A few weeks ago Branch had decided to leave his tribe once and for all, he was tired of being bounced around from foster home to foster home. Full of people who either hated him or tried to turn him into something he wasn’t. So he packed a bag full of his prized possessions and any supplies he might need and snuck out in the middle of the night. 

At first things were great! And then he left the forest and made it to this desert of a wasteland, Branch did okay at first. He was careful to ration his food and slept with a knife in his hand.

Then today Branch had gotten his foot caught in some kind of hole and now his ankle really hurt. He had tried to stand up and power through but couldn’t without pain getting to an overwhelming degree.

He sniffed and whipped at his eyes, Branch didn’t know what he was going to do. He was stuck here with a hurt leg and he had run out of food last night. 

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by some strange clip-clop sound. Branch reached into his bag and pulled out his little knife. He was alone out here and who knew how many things out in this strange land liked to eat trolls. 

Dust had suddenly risen up into the air and got into Branch’s eyes, he tried to blink it away as the strange sound got closer and closer. When his vision had cleared he saw the figure that matched the clopping sound.

And….

It was a troll?

The troll looked like one he had never seen before, she had orange skin and red hair which did remind him of the trolls back home. But that was where the similarities ended, for she had four legs with hooves and a fluffy looking teal tail. Her clothes weren't neon or pastel colored or covered in glitter, but fairly plain looking; with a few dirt stains and patches.

The woman seemed to notice him too for she started to walk over to him, the clopping sound following her. “Hey sugar” she said, her voice sounded strange. Nothing like Branch had ever heard before. “Why’re you out here all alone?”

Branch sniffled and tried to scoot away on his bottom, dragging his injured leg along the ground. The hand holding his knife shook a bit. 

“Hey, hey” the woman said, her voice gentle. “I’m not going ta’ hurt you.” She knelt in front of him “what happened ta’ your leg?”

Something about this woman felt calming, Branch hadn’t met anyone who made him feel this way since his Grandma died. “I tripped,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “It hurts really bad.”

“I’m sure it does” the woman said “mind if I take a look?”

Branch hesitated before nodding, the woman carefully took his ankle in her hands. He winced a bit in pain but stayed still. The woman tutted softly “looks like you sprained it honey.” 

“Oh…”

She pulled out a piece of dark green cloth and tied it around his ankle. “We'll have to put some ice on it.”

“I don’t have any ice,” Branch said.

“Not to worry,” she smiled at him, “town’s not too far from here.” 

There was a town out here… “how?” He asked, “it hurts to walk.”

“Climb on my back” she said “and I’ll carry ya.” 

“Won’t that hurt you?”

She chuckled “you’re sweet, sugar, but not to worry. I’ll be fine.” The women helped Branch sit on her back before slowly standing “hold on darlin’.” 

Branch held his bag in one hand and to the women’s shirt with the other. And she began to walk, the clopping sound following them. It was then Branch realized he had no idea what this lady’s name was.

“Ms” he said “I’m sorry but… What’s your name?”

She chuckled “no need to apologize hon. I’m Ms Delta Dawn. What’s your name?”

“Branch.” He said “my name is Branch."

#fanfic #fanfiction #dreamworks trolls #trolls fanfic #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls delta dawn #what-if Branch was adopted by Country trolls #I wrote this during class #I Wanna Find A Home fic #country troll branch #trolls au

[moralesmilesanhour]

Could you do Hobie Brown x chubby reader

Yup!

The two of you sat in the living room in comfortable silence. Hobie was slouched with a small bag full of sewing supplies at his side, while you leaned on his shoulder.

"Where d'you even get these?"

You tugged at the pieces of cloth wrapped around Hobie's arm. The torn tubes of fabric added a layer of edge to his outfit.

Hobie was currently in the middle of inaugurating a new patch on an old leather jacket. He paused momentarily to remove the pins hanging out of the side of his mouth.

"Made 'em," he answered. A smile spread across his painted black lips as he watched you mess with his sleeve, on the verge of creating new holes in it. "Took some old tights, cut off the toes and whatnot, and now I've got a pair of arm warmers."

He held up his arms for emphasis before sticking the pins back in his mouth and continuing to sew.

You looked down at your plain t-shirt, a boring navy blue. You wore washed-out denim jeans with a few self-made rips in them, but they didn't hold a candle to the intricate patchwork sewn into Hobie's.

Suddenly, you thought of the tights you kept forgetting to throw away after they'd ripped at the knee.

"Be right back," you said as you rose from the squeaky couch. Hobie hums in acknowledgment, fully immersed in his task.

You rummaged through your drawers until you grabbed a soft piece of fabric, and pull out the offending pair of tights. Holding them in place beneath your soft chin, you find the hole and start to tug at it, making the hole bigger and creating a smaller tear beneath it in the process.

"You need scissors for that, fam."

You jumped and looked up to see Hobie's lanky frame leaning against the wall. Grinning, he held up a pair of bulky scissors for cutting fabric.

"Oh those are great, give 'em here," you said, making a beeline for the door.

When you try to take them, Hobie lifts them high above his head, out of reach. He chuckles as he watches your stout figure stretch until you're on the tips of your toes before your free arm falls back down to your side in defeat.

"What's the magic wo-ord?" he asks in a sing-song-y tone.

"You're so annoying," you laugh. "Please."

"You love me."

Hobie drops the pair of scissors into your open palm and does a quick salute before turning to leave.

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A/N: Uhh I think I got carried away with this one bc I've done DIY clothing before and I got caught up describing it sdjjfjk. I hope there was enough to show that the reader is in fact chubby 😭 enjoy !

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderman across the spiderverse #moralesanhour #requests

[legendthatexists]

Sebastian Vettel and the Mystery of Randy Mandy...

i.e. Would anyone like some utterly pointless but mildly intriguing information? Because here it is. It started with this photo and its caption sending me down a distinctly 2010-shaped rabbit hole.

↪ "ABU DHABI, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES - NOVEMBER 13: A detail view of the name 'Divine' of the car of Sebastian Vettel of Germany and Red Bull Racing team is pictured during qualifying for the Abu Dhabi Formula One Grand Prix at the Yas Marina Circuit on November 13, 2010 in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates."

Hang on... 'Divine'? The 2010 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix? But Sebastian's winning RB6 was called Randy Mandy - he even said so himself. What is happening here?

Well, as it turns out, the story goes something like this...

Heartened by the achievements of 2009, Red Bull brought their RB6 to winter testing in Spain with high hopes. Their optimism was not unwarranted. The car, equipped with chassis 01 for the tests, looked to be a promising challenger, and the team came away from the sessions satisfied and ready to get things underway at the first race of the 2010 World Championship - calendar for reference throughout.

(This is a tale of many chassis, so to avoid using the word a thousand times, I'm mostly referring to them just by number.)

Before the season began, Sebastian Vettel announced to the world that he would be continuing his tradition of naming his cars, and turned up to the first round in Bahrain to race in Luscious Liz, chassis 03. Mark Webber's sadly unnamed counterpart carried 02.

The race came and went with minimal drama for the team. But at the next round in Australia, Webber had been switched to 04, formally intended to be the spare, as it was slightly lighter.

The team continued like this, with Webber driving 04, and Vettel 03, for the next several rounds, up until the Turkish Grand Prix. Vettel had been unhappy with the car in Spain and in Monaco, and upon inspection the team discovered some hairline fractures in 03, so assigned him 02, used only once by Webber in the opening round, for the race in Turkey.

Although he dropped the habit from 2011 onwards, Vettel had previously been known to rename his car after a chassis change, doing so when one occurred after the first race of the season in 2009. Following this tradition, he quickly dubbed his updated RB6 Randy Mandy. All of this information was reported by the relevant racing media when it occurred. News articles are still easily found online.

↪ Vettel's Randy Mandy, pictured at her outing during the European Grand Prix in Valencia.

Once again, this chassis allocation remained for several rounds, until Silverstone. Here, Webber was given Vettel's used, faulty, but now patched up 03, as Webber had... somewhat damaged his 04 upon descending from the Valencian skies. A quick aside, but his Silverstone win therefore came in that 03 chassis, which Red Bull let him keep as a memento after the season was done. Ergo Mark Webber technically owns Luscious Liz?

But I digress. To recap so far: Both drivers tested 01. Vettel drove 03 up to and including Monaco, after which he received 02 due to small defects in 03. Webber ran his opening weekend in 02, switched to the lighter 04, then damaged it in Valencia and had to drive Vettel's fixed-up 03. Got it?

Chassis-tracking becomes a lot simpler after the summer break: Webber changed to the new 06 for the weekend in Japan, and Vettel to the equivalent 05 immediately after the summer break. His updated car was pictured in Spa with that intriguing new name: Divine. Although this information was available in the usual technical documents and FIA releases, the chassis changes were not covered by the media, and the new name was never mentioned, and isn't listed on Vettel's website. There are a lot of well-documented discussions about the changes that took place from online in 2010, with reference to the technical info. Still, the only confirmation of the name change is in photos, or squinting at 2010 onboard quality. And yet, there are several photos and onboards, and it's stated plain as day in the caption I quoted at the beginning...

Save for Webber using and promptly crashing 03 in Korea, the two drivers saw out their seasons with their new chassis. Meaning that Vettel, it appears, drove to Red Bull's maiden championship, and indeed to his very own, in a car christened Divine.

↪ Her nameplate was pictured in the garage at Spa. It can also be seen in this photo, on the grid just before the deciding final Grand Prix of 2010.

↪ Vettel's chassis label at Yas Marina. (Apologies for the quality - it's a photo I took of a photo in this book).

TL;DR In 2010, Sebastian Vettel not only switched chassis after Monaco, but also after Hungary. Given his then-tradition of giving each new chassis a new name and as told by photographs, he won his first championship in a car that was called Divine; not Randy Mandy as we all thought..

This is relevant to absolutely nothing and nobody in real life but I found it somewhere between slightly and mildly interesting, and thought others might too :)

photos 1 & 2 by Vladimir Rys, photo 3 by Mark Thompson. Via Getty.

#sebastian vettel #mark webber #red bull #2010 f1 season #abu dhabi gp 2010 #divine #rb6 #took me forever to pull everything together so figured i might as well share for other enjoyers of sebastian + sports minutiae 👍

[charleslee-valentine]

Hand in hand, two little boys walk down the dusty Texas backroads.

They’re almost identical, except the boy with the wine colored birthmark across his left cheek has his choppy hair in a tiny braid, while his slightly taller brother, who is like his mirrored opposite, has his dark brown hair hanging loose and messy.

The tiny baby they carry with them, in an old potato sack with straps attached and holes cut in it for his legs, looks almost the same, though his hair curls are different, and his top lip permanently curls up to show his gums and budding little teeth.

Just the three of them are running away from home.

It’s hot, but it’s always that way out here in the middle of nowhere Texas, even in the pitch darkness they’re currently navigating. The twins have grown used to it, their priority mostly giving the baby a bit of water on his head every now and again to keep him cool.

That, and one of them, the twin that walks a little more stiffly, and carries a knife with him everywhere, just in case, his goal is to make sure they aren’t being followed.

Every few feet he turns and walks backwards, looking behind them at the long and dark stretch of road.

“Y-You sure does wor-worry a lot, there Nu-Nubbins.” The shorter brother chimes out of nowhere, though that’s not to say that he’s been quiet before per se. He’s been humming and singing and laughing at nothing the whole way, noises the way he shows his excitement.

The one called Nubbins speaks fast and frantic, like he’s desperate to be understood, “C-C’a’int help it, Bobby. A-Ain’t ya scare..scared?”

“Nope.” Is Bobby’s simple reply, his nose turned up high in the air with confidence that has his brother jogging for a moment to keep up with.

It embarasses Nubbins, to think that maybe he’s the problem. His twin is his idol, and he wants nothing more than to be like him. His little brain rationalizes that there’s got to be a reason why they feel differently, “It’s.. it’s cause you ain’t c-carryin’ the baby.”

But Bobby misunderstands what he means, “Yer’ scared ‘a lit-little B-Bubba?”

Nubbins takes it personally, bad at reading tone, especially over the sound of all the darned cicadas and crickets and katydids chirping away in the fields and trees they walk past.

“I w-wish you weren’t so me-mean to..t-to me.”

And now, caught in a cycle, Bobby takes that personally.

“H-Hey now listen p-pipsqueak. I ain’t mean. I-I’m the best brother. Th-The best.”

If it wasn’t for baby Bubba snoozing on Nubbins’ chest in the homemade bag, he’d have turned and started picking a fight with his brother. Meanness and hatred and spite are all they know. Bloodshed and mayhem and hiding under the bed from their big brother. Squeezing their eyes shut and crying so so quietly while they listen to their twin being beaten just across the room, or down the hall. It didn’t matter. Violence was everywhere.

It’s why they’re leaving now. Nubbins feels kind of bad for thinking about tearing out Bobby’s hair in patches, or biting him on the arm, or kneeing him in the chest over and over and over ‘til he coughed up blood. Actually, really bad.

He looks over at Bobby, with his balled up fists, and reaches out with words, tries to make a connection from a different place, ‘cause he loves his twin. “Can..can you t-tell me what I-I oughta do?”

Bobby doesn’t need guilt to change his mind, he needs to vent. He kicks some dust up and punches the air for a minute, and then he answers all calmly, “‘Bout what?”

“I ‘unno. D-Don’ want Drayton t’ fi..find us.” Nubbins worries aloud. Usually he isn’t this nervous, usually he loves adventures! But this one is extra scary, and they’re only so small, and-

Bobby doesn’t share his fears.

“A-As if! You..You ‘n me both knows ‘at o-old fart won’ e-even know we’re g-gone ‘til tomorrow mor..mornin’ at least.”

“O-Oh alright… But..but if we get in tr-trouble I’m’a gonna be r-real ma-mad at’cha.” Nubbins threatens, a smile growing on his face as relief sets in. If Bobby says things will be okay, then they will. He just knows it.

“Deal.” Bobby agrees to accept his brother's future fury, quickly forgetting the topic and moving on to his next subject of interest, “Gimme..gimme Bubba!”

Happily. Nubbins takes off the makeshift baby carrier and helps his twin get into it, loosening the straps since Bobby’s got slightly bigger shoulders. Drayton always said that he was a parasite and sucked all of Nubbins’ life away when they were in mama’s womb.

Drayton would swear, with his fists or a broomstick raised up over his head, that that’s why he was so weak.

They work together to get the baby carrier in place, by now Bubba awake in there and reaching his chubby little hands up for attention. Bobby heaves him up by his diapered bottom and exclaims, “Shee-oot, B-Bubba’s gettin’ he-heavy!”

It reminds Nubbins of something else their big brother used to say. He was always commenting on Bubba's weight or making mean faces when the baby would steal a little fistful of food. That was always too mean for Nubbins. The baby was just that. A baby! Just a little six month old guy!

He loves him, almost as much as he loves Bobby, and wants to take care of him.

There’s just one problem. “How.. How we gon’ f-feed ‘im?”

Bobby thinks about it, skipping excitedly when an idea hits him, “I-I know! He-He really likes th-them funny lookin’ p-purple berries that grows by.. behind the gas station! O-On them little bush-bushes! A-An’ Drayton’s always s-sayin’ ~get the-them things out yer’ m-mouth boy!~ an’ make-makes Bubba spit em’ out! B-B-But we can fee-feed ‘im as many as..as he wants!!”

All that rambling inspires Nubbins.

They’ve gotten this far, why not! It’s up to them to seize fate and leave behind their isolated farmhouse. They won’t let little Bubba hurt the way they have.

“Y-Yeah alright!! Just.. jus’ gotta f-find some!”

“I-I th-think ther’s some dow-down by the str-stream!!” Bobby remembers, taking his brother by the hand, and taking off running.

#tw child abuse #nubbins sawyer #bobby sawyer #chop top sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre fan fiction #ficlet #added a tw to this one since it’s a kid fic and even though it’s canon I know it’s rough readin bout kids getting hurt #also. #y’all. look up common moonseed berries. for this to make sense. I’m sorry- #there are about three endings we can go for. they get caught and have to go home. they eat the berries. or they live happily ever after #lettin the people choose cause I didn’t wanna pick one ending

[little-bitty-froggy]

Cg(s)- Eddie Dear+Frank Frankly

Little(s) - Julie Joyful

Age- 5

It was a nice spring earning and Julie, Eddie, and Frank were outside in a nice flowery field catching or just watching bugs.

Frank and Eddie don't really get much time together due to Eddie being a mail man so they thought this would be the perfect time to hang out together. On the way there they met Julie skipping around and being her usual self. “HAY JULIE”. Eddie yelled crossing the street. “Hm”? Julie turned around to see her best friend Frank and his boyfriend. “Hiya fellas, whatcha doing”? “Oh, we're just going down to the flower field to look at some bugs and to catch up on things”. Frank said with a smile holding a small leather bag that he carries around for his books and notes. “OOOOO~ that sounds like a lata fun. Can I tag along”? “Sure why not”. Eddie giggled turning to his boyfriend. “Is that ok with you hun”? “Sure I don't see why not.” “YAAAAY~”!!! Julie jumped with joy as she ran over the boys.

—Time skip cause i’m too lazy——

They had made it to a big field of flowers of all different kinds, peonies, tulips, windflowers little rose bushes on the sides, etc. There were many different bugs to look at. Butterflies, bees, Beatles, spiders, etc.

Julie giggled as she ran threw the flower patches. “Guys look, these ones are orange and yellow too, just like my horns”. She said pointing at the tulips and then right back to her horns.

“It sure does”. Eddie gasped. “FRANK LOOK, this one's orange”. Eddie pointed to an orange and black butterfly. “Ooooo~ that's a mark butterfly”. Frank said looking very happy to be talking about his interests.

Meanwhile, Julie was in her own little world chasing the bugs and nationally falling over the ruts of an occasional tree here and there.

“Oof, dat one really hurt”. She quickly put her hands on her mouth and looked over at frank and Eddie laughing at each other in the distance. “Thank god they didn’t here dat”. She groaned (“i cant regress now, I’m with my friends right now. Ooo- but what will they say if they find out”). Everything was flooding her head till she started spacing out.

“Julie”? “Hay Juuuulieeeee, you ok”. “Hu, oh ya m fine”. Julie said trying not to sound so kiddish even thought thats her hole personality but today she was a little off. Her voice was a tad bit higher and she kinda slurred her words. “You sure cause we’ve been calling you for like two minutes now”? Frank sounded a bit worried. “Mhm, m fine, ima be ight back”. Julie then got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was going, she just new she wanted to get away from the couple.

“Oof”. “Owy, owy, owy”! Julie cries, slowly turning into sobs. “JULIE”!!The boys cried out. “Are you ok”. Eddie says running over to the mentally younger. Julie is still sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh shh, hay everything’s gunna to be ok”. “M-m-m-m sowry”. Her sobs slowly turned into soft cries. “Theres no reason to be sorry, you just had a little accident, your ok, hehe”. Eddie reassures her. “M- what do you want me to do ki—oooh hehe”. Julie looks over at frank making grabby hands towards him. Frank gets down to her level.”are you little right now”. “Mhm” she blushes hiding her face from the two mentally older boys. ”Why didn’t you tell us”. “Cause is didn wan you to e weiwded out. I didn wan you to stwap bein m fwend”. Julie started to tear up. “I don’t know if you know this already but”. Julie looks up at Eddie. Eddie takes out a small stuffed bear and an orange,yellow,blue pacifier. “Im an age regressor too. Well a flip”. “Same here, and when where both small Howdy comes and takes care of us”. The two mentally boys looked over at Julie as she’s giggling ind stimming.

“Now, can we go catch buofwies”.

“Yes, yes, we can”.

Im so sorry that it took me so long.school has been tough cause i had a bunch of tests, but tysm for the request this was a lot of fun to make, especially with some of my headcanons.:)

#sfw agere #welcome home agere #welcome home arg #welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #Julie joyful

[utopia-and-broken-cynics]

Cedar Wood is a gentle child.

That's what everyone who knows her says. That she is gentle, and quiet, and when she isn't quiet she's honest to a fault.

Not everyone in Hateno has heard her speak, not everyone knows her, but they know she is gentle. She mimics the noises of animals more than she says words, uses soft eyes and sweet smiles to soothe the younger children and the animals and the sky.

Cedar is gentle.

And then the knights come.

They kick in doors, and drag people out. They're looking for the legendary sword, they say. It was taken a while ago and they don't know by whom, they say.

They're looking for the Chosen Hero, obviously. No one else can use the Sword.

The village watches them.

When they come, Cedar hides behind her father, and watches as well. They dig through closets, and look under beds, like anyone would hide a magical sword.

If they had asked, Cedar would have pointed to the shed out back, where she does her painting and reading. If they had asked, she would have signed "It's not just a sword, it's my friend!" with a smile and eager hands.

They don't ask, of course. Cedar thinks knights are rude, and watches her house get torn apart.

They find the sword lying on a pillow tucked up under the window of a shed like it was resting.

It's obviously a child's work, a child's space filled with pretty paintings and half-formed carvings.

One grabs the sword, wrapping it in the blanket, and carrying it away. Another marches back into the house.

Pack your things, she says. Say goodbye to your father and grandfather, and let's go.

The Woods are not a loud family.

The loudest thing about Geppetto is the ticking of his watches, and clocks. Pinocchio, his humming and the tapping of his hands and feet. Cedar, the fluttering of her clothes, the quiet chime of her voice.

They do not make much noise.

But Pinocchio shouts when they tell Cedar she has to leave. She's twelve, she got the sword too young, she can't fight.

She's his daughter, why can't he do it instead.

The guard argues back, as another guides Cedar to her room to watch her pack.

Woods are not rude.

But Geppetto spits curses as he steps in front of the knights, hands curled into fists as they argue back with him. Cedar gathers her things, and pouts quietly.

Cedar sets the bag on her back, and runs to squeeze her father and grandfather as hard as she can. She's read about the Chosen Knight. They usually don't get to come back.

So she holds them until the knights drag her away, her voice louder than it's ever been as she says I love you, I'll come back, I'll be okay.

And the village watches and whispers.

That girl, the chosen knight. The world is doomed.

Woods do not fight.

They're woodcarvers, have been for generations, will be till the end of time.

Cedar lets herself go with the knights, to the Castle, to the training ground, to the knights' quarters. She's the youngest person there.

She's tiny, and nervous, and gets her butt kicked every day until she starts working far into the night. She's sleepy and quiet, and learning oh-so-slowly, but she can fight now.

On a bad day, she'll wonder if that means she isn't a Wood.

On a good day, she'll remember that being a good fighter will keep her alive long enough to go back home.

Cedar Wood is one year older and forgets it.

She wipes Bokoblin blood from her face, scowls at her cackling squad mates, and adjusts her grip on her sword.

She'll go back to the bunks and wrap her wounds, hiding the weakness from these people. She knows now what it feels like to have their claws digging into her as she makes a mistake.

She'll cut her hair, skin aching from where it got caught during the scuffle, patch the holes in her pants, and stare at the ceiling. She'll get a letter from her father and remember her birthday, thinking about home, and when people didn't see her only as the user of the Master Sword.

She'll pen a response and send it off, dragging herself back onto the grounds to keep training. She cannot afford to make mistakes anymore, cannot hesitate to act again.

She cannot be a gentle child.

The fate of Hyrule is on her shoulders.

#ever after high #cedar wood #eah: botw/totk #ignore me I just needed to get this out #cynaposts #eah posting

[sugarcherriess]

Who’s A Good Boy?

[ Fuckboy!Jake x Reader ]

Plot - Seven minutes in heaven or seven minutes in hell? All you know is that it’s an opportunity for you to put fuckboy Jake in his place.

Warnings - Cock stepping, hair pulling, painslut Jake, oral, cum eating, no dom/sub themes but reader is more in control, degradation.

“Are you always this insufferable or is it a blessing especially reserved for me?”

Jake mumbles an answer against your pulsing centre and resumes the vicious sliding of his tongue against your folds. His own spit dribbles down his chin along with your juices and you hold yourself back from suffocating him with your thighs.

Tangling your fingers in his head, you yank it back to make him look at you and he hisses when his roots pull at his scalp.

“Answer me properly,” the order sounds more intimidating than it did in your head and Jake’s pelvis unintentionally jumps in need.

“Let me make you cum in my mouth, baby,” Jake breathes out, lids heavy with arousal.

His cock throbs in his pants when you laugh meanly at his pathetic demeanour and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Aw,” you coo, “So desperate aren’t you, kid,”

Jake can’t take his eyes off of the twitch in your muscles when you pull your leg up to push your foot to his covered cock.

It’s borderline torturous, he thinks, the way the sole of your heel presses against his dick and squeezes it. Jake thrusts up to rub against it and has to hold your glistening calf to continue surviving the mind blowing pleasure.

He nods yes.

“We’ve got about five minutes left,” your voice brings him back to planet earth, “Think you can make me cum before they start knocking on the door?”

Although he’s sure he’s done nothing wrong, Jake feels like he’s admonished for stepping out of some invisible line. Like he has to suck it up to you to beg for forgiveness when he doesn’t even know the crime he committed.

So he does what he thinks will help him kiss up to you which is quite literally kissing up the expanse of your smooth calf all the way to your exposed hip bone. Your dress threatens to fall over and hide his head but you fix it around your waist again. He licks your skin and presses his lips on the freshly wet patch.

Even at this angle he can feel the heart beat of your pussy against his lips.

“Yes, I–” he deeply inhales your scent, turning his head towards the source, “I can,”

Again, you fix your hand in his head and he whines, “Get at it then,” and then you’re roughly pushing him to your pussy,

“Lick,”

And he does.

“Good boy,”

Jake preens at the praise and sucks your pussy lips in his mouth. His tongue licks and prods at all your crevices and you buck into his mouth. His slurping gets louder as the seconds pass and your breathing gets heavier and heavier.

“Dumb boy thought he could drag me in his and sit me on his useless cock,”

Jake lets out a prolonged whine that tickles your clit– something you never thought could please you the way it did. The tip of his tongue drags around your dripping hole, fluttering open in anticipation for the entire appendage to be curled inside it.

“I’m not like your other bitches, Jaeyun,” you scoff when he pushes your foot harder against his throbbing dick.

He continuously bucks up to help his cock get some friction out of your shoe but the pain rising in his shaft stuck under it has him already spilling in his pants before any pattern is formed.

You push your foot down harder, properly stepping on his dick and watch him grimace from all kinds of sensations he feels. His keeps spurting ropes of cum as you help him pump it all out with your foot.

Jake’s own climax has him suctioning his lips against your pussy and he fucks you steadily with his tongue. An unintentional drag of his teeth on your clit has your body seizing up. You leave his cock to hook your leg around his shoulder so he doesn’t run away from you. For a moment Jake chokes around your heat but carries on his suckling like nothing happened.

Your pussy continues filling his mouth up with your cum and he laps up every last drop of the sweet, addicting essence.

You use the position of your foot to push him down, stepping firmly on his cock again and Jake can’t help the loud wanton groan that escapes his mouth.

Without missing a beat, you bend your head down to push you tongue in his mouth, licking out the remnants of your arousal from his orifice. Your combined fluids dribble down his chin again.

Snatching your panties from his hands, you use them to dab away the wetness from his mouth just as your friends knock at the door and start heckling you two to come out.

“Want your cock in me baby?” You ask him with what he thinks is earnest but is actually fake sympathy.

Dumbfounded, Jake nods under your hand.

“Hmm. Gotta earn it then,” you smirk, kissing the top of his head, and leave him in the room to feel the wetness of his cum filled underwear sticking to his cock.

Jake can’t deny that he loves the way you sway your ass as you leave, so sure he’s gonna find his way back to you like a lost dog.

A/N - Another entry in the “things you write while drunk on horny” file.

Taglist - @thinkaboutzusworld @chewryy @parkhonnie @from-xero @avbbie

#Enhypen drabbles #Enhypen smut #jake sim smut #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #Enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #jake sim hard hours #enhypen smut

[fyodorloveclub]

TOJI THO YOU'RE SO RIGHT..... He's so horrible but so huge and juicy. Best, filthiest sex of your entire life and he knows it. His cock is big and thick and he teases you with it, rubbing it through your folds and tapping the tip against your clit, popping the head in and out to see your thighs twitch. I'm fully convinced he doesn't shave too, he's got hairy pits and legs, fuzzy hair on his chest and back, and a beautiful, black bush that starts at Guys bellybutton and goes between his legs. Toji likes you unshaved too, I mean he doesn't care if you do shave but he doesn't like the prickly baby hairs that pop up after only a day or two. He'd much rather bury his nose in a patch of thick, coarse hair while he eats you out to his heart's content.

Huge fan of breeding too. And probably piss, I know you're into that! The first time he makes you squirt you feel like you're going to pee and when you try to warn him he just tells you to piss all over him like a cute little puppy. And maybe makes you suck him off for hours at a time and pisses down your throat when he has to go and doesn't want to get up?

- Leo

YES YES YES OH MY GODDD

all of it under the cut bc i got rly carried away and also most of it is rly gross😭😭

ur right toji is the best fuck of your life but he’s so fucking cocky about it, and SUCH a tease. like he knows its good but he wants you to beg for it in order to get it. he wants you whimpering and whining and begging for him to just put it in already because you can’t fucking stand him just sliding the tip in your hole over and over. he loves a good pussy job but mostly for himself, he’ll keep your clit mostly neglected, poking at it with the head a few times but mostly just keeping his cock between your lips just to drive you crazy. once again he wants you begging for it, desperate for him and for his cock. and even once you get it he starts out slow as hell with his thrusts so you’re clinging to him and begging for him to move, to fuck you stupid, and he’ll just click his tongue and tell you he’s teaching you patience like the dickhead he is wifjsjfsjd

and yes hairy toji as a concept is my magnum opus…. it means the world to me and is truly canon in my world. he absolutely does not shave and his hair is so dark and thick he has the nastiest thickest armpit hair and happy trail and leg hair and balls hair and chest hair UGH but you’re right its fair because he doesn’t mind it either, he loves having his face buried in your bush, calls it his little jungle <3 it gets nasty and wet and matted when he eats you out like a fuckin animal, your pubes dripping as he goes to fucking town. i could talk abt hairy toji for hours and like a nasty disgusting whore i dream abt shoving my face in his armpits and pubes and breathing in his nastiness bc he def doesn’t shower enough ugh yum

and i can’t believe you’re indulging in my thing for piss but i just KNOW toji likes it too…… he’s just fucking gross like that!!! he keeps you from drinking and keeps you from peeing all day bc he knows you’re gonna have such a hard time holding it when he overstimulates you. you’ll try to pry him off you and beg him to let you go bc you can’t hold it anymore until you’re pissing all over his face hard and long, just the way he likes it. and he loves pissing down your throat and pissing on your face and pissing inside you and just pissing on you bc he’s fucking disgusting. he wants to not only fill you with his cum but fill you with his piss and watch it pour out of your hole as it twitches and pour out of your mouth bc he knows how much it turns you on too, and of course he’s gonna call you a dirty fucking whore. he sees all of it as marking his territory in the grossest and most humiliating way. he LOVES humiliating you.

he also loves breeding for sure….. he refuses to ever use a condom and only ever comes inside absolutely. he has a thing for pregnancy and so badly wants to see you pregnant (even tho he doesn’t want the kid at all; a bit antithetical but never said he was smart LMAO) wants to see you with a big belly all because of him and his cum

something else i think abt toji is that he’s rly into anal, especially when you aren’t quite prepped enough because your hole is so fucking tight and squeezes his cock so well and makes him cum fast. it hurts like hell at first but he does not rly care LMFAO he loves eating your ass too - spreading your cheeks and violating your asshole with his tongue and making you writhe underneath him

moral of the story he fucks so good and splits you apart with his massive cock and demands you call him daddy and honestly just sucks all around and is gross but holy shit the sex is so good??? i need him carnally and he’s one of my fav characters ever

#i love you so much leo thank you for indulging me #voices in my head #lovers #{ musings; toji } #tw piss #cw piss #leo

[cowgremlin11]

Saw you were open for fic prompts, so maybe Mordecai cooking some dishes that he ate in his childhood for himself and an under-the-weather Viktor please?

i love this idea sm omg... its a rough ficlet but i had fun w it :] hope you like it :D

Viktor had caught a cold. Stupid of him, really, to put himself in a situation where he could get sick, but Mordecai wasn’t as upset about the delay to their work as he would be if they hadn’t been dating for as long as they have. Three years wore down both of their angrier sides. Right now, Mordecai was tasked with caring for Viktor. 

Viktor was miserable, after all. Stuck in bed and occasionally being allowed to sit by the window with a blanket over top him. Mordecai knew Viktor despised being stuck inside. He needed fresh air and exercise to keep himself sane. He needed some sort of distraction from the miserable feeling he’d get sitting and stewing in his thoughts. 

Maybe he could convince Viktor to allow Mordecai free reign of the kitchen. He could whip up a dish his mother would make when Mordecai and his sisters got sick in the tenements. Something warm and comforting. A dish that was full of fuzzy memories. Yes, that was just what Viktor needed. 

Mordecai went to the bedroom where his partner was supposed to be napping. He wasn’t, Mordecai knew this. Viktor hated taking naps. Feeling lazy never did him any good, and sleeping during the day just led him to the worst feeling of laziness. 

Mordecai opened the door and leaned against the door frame. “Viktor?” His call was met with the large lump under the covers moving up to look at him. Viktor didn’t have his eye-patch on, and the empty hole on his right side bore into Mordecai in an unsettling manner. 

“Yah?” Viktor responded. His voice sounded dry and weak. He most definitely needed some home cooking right away. He looked terribly ruffled up and miserable. 

Mordecai crossed the room to lean over the edge of the bed and rub Viktor’s cheek. “How hungry are you? I can make you something to eat,” he offered. 

Viktor leaned into the warm touch. He replied with, “That vould be… Nice.”

Mordecai kissed his forehead. “Wonderful. You stay right here, then.” He straightened up once more. He convinced Viktor to lay down and rest. He grimaced when Viktor started to cough. “Please stay right here. I would hate for you to infect the kitchen. And me, to that extent,” he said as he leaned away. 

Mordecai left for the kitchen and thought of what to cook. He knew many family recipes that could work. What do large, burly, sick men eat? Soup was always good. He knew Viktor enjoyed soup regularly. Hmm… Perhaps a bowl of his father’s matzah ball soup would do the trick. That is, if Viktor had the ingredients for a bare minimum soup. He probably had enough, right? Mordecai would assume so. 

He could hear Viktor’s coughing from across the flat as he prepped the soup base. Seeing his partner so under the weather worried Mordecai. Viktor had always been good at staying relatively healthy, well, physically healthy. Maybe if he hadn’t decided to spend an entire day out in the rain this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if Mordecai had been harder on him this wouldn’t have happened. No- He can’t do this right now. Viktor needs him. 

Viktor moved to sit up in bed when he could smell that food was close to ready. Warm nostalgia filled the air. The smell alone made Viktor feel like his sickness was melting away. He couldn’t help a small smile when he saw the bedroom door open to reveal Mordecai carrying a bowl of soup and some juice.

“Stop moving, Viktor. Just lay down,” Mordecai said sternly. Viktor grumbled as he dramatically flopped back down.

He looked up at his partner when Mordecai sat beside him. He frowned in an attempt to convey his misery. “I do not like being stuck in bed,” he mumbled. Viktor couldn’t frown for long, though, since Mordecai began to rub his head. He stifled a low purr so his misery would still be known.

“I know you do, but you’re sick right now. You need to rest and let yourself recover. That’s why I’m here, to make sure you actually recover.” Mordecai moved to hold Viktor’s chin and said, “So don’t give me that face. I know you hate this, but it’s only for a little bit.”

Viktor looked up at him with a softened expression. He tried to think of a reasonable excuse to stay pissy, but the touch on his face was just so comforting. 

“Mmm… Alvight.”

Viktor saw Mordecai’s lips quirk up in what was his version of a smile. Mordecai replied with, “Good. Now eat before the food I labored over goes cold.”

#viktor vasko #lackadaisy #vikdecai #lackadaisy cats #mordecai heller #mordecai x viktor #lackadaisy fanfiction #fanfiction #ficlet #anon