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syrupfog · 13 days

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One Piece Spring Break Race-to-the-Beach AU.

The race starts at 11pm, goes through five states, ends at a beach house large enough that it was once filmed on MTV.

The prize? Glory. And gas money.

The cars are as follows;

The Merry. Usopp’s beat up Volkswagen Jetta with Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, and Sanji.

The Sunny. Franky’s modified school bus with Franky, Robin, Chopper, Brook and Jinbei.

The Punk. Kid’s 30 year old red jeep, with just Kid and Killer. In it for glory.

The Tang. Law’s perfectly clean Audi. Contains Law, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi.

The Phoenix. Sabo’s smart car with Sabo, Ace and Marco.

Hour 1; 11pm

The East Blue immediately starts in the wrong direction. Nami is screaming at Zoro. He does not get to drive anymore.

The Punk cuts off The Tang getting onto the interstate. There’s cursing on both ends. Law swears revenge.

The Sunny is playing Coldplay exclusively, as Franky says it’s “tradition”.

The Phoenix is taking “a shortcut”. They may be lost.

Hour 2; 12am.

The East Blue: Zoro and Sanji are asleep. Luffy has eaten all of the road snacks.

The Sunny: Chopper is also asleep. Robin is reading aloud from her book on decomposition.

The Punk: has hit 100mph. Killer is on cop-watch.

The Tang: has delegated a sleep rotation for maximum wakefulness. The rotation has already fallen apart as Shachi has revealed the crate of Monster energy.

The Phoenix: shakes when it gets over 60mph.

Hour 3: 1am.

Cars have entered The Mountains.

East Blue: Luffy drives for 15 minutes before Nami bans him for going too fast on curves.

Sunny: does not do well on inclines. Jinbei does not go over the speed limit.

Phoenix: has found the secret tunnel THROUGH the mountain.

The Punk: has received their first speeding ticket. Kid’s plates are expired.

The Tang: currently in first, because Penguin slammed two monsters and sped past the Punk while they were pulled over.

Hour 4: 2am.

The East Blue: Usopp is the one driving when they hit The Deer. No one is hurt but the car is Totaled. Usopp is in tears and Luffy is trying to cheer him up by reading from riddles dot com.

The Sunny: gets the distress call.

The Punk: gets a second speeding ticket. Killer takes over because Kid speeds more when he’s angry.

The Tang: Shachi and Penguin have a meltdown when they realise Biscuit World is closed. Bepo says they have biscuits at home.

The Phoenix: Ace is upset they won’t let him drive. He has narcolepsy.

Hour 5: 3am.

The Sunny: Nami takes over driving. Franky refuses to stop playing Coldplay. Brook is offended about this, he brought his whole mixtape collection. Usopp is in mourning. Luffy is so happy to be around more friends.

The Punk: killer gets a speeding ticket.

The Tang: shocking everyone, Bepo hits 110mph going down the mountain. He is screaming. Law bans him from driving.

The Phoenix: Stops for gas and picks up a hitchhiker named Teach

Hour 5.5

The Phoenix: Marco physically removes Teach from the car. The car is, at the time, doing 60 mph. Fuck that guy.

Hour 6: 4am.

The Sunny: has stopped for gas. Luffy is walking in circles around the bus, humming offkey Coldplay. Zoro, Usopp and Chopper are watching him with worried eyes from inside the bus. Sanji is inside buying all the beef jerky they have.

Punk: hits a cow and flips. Kid and Killer both wear their seatbelts very responsibly (??) and are fine.

Tang: passes Punk. Shachi is driving. Turns back. Law is screaming that he won’t let them in his car. Law is overruled because Penguin and Killer have a Stardew farm co-op.

The Phoenix: Marco and Ace are making out. Sabo regrets this passenger combination.

Hour 7: 5am.

The Sunny: Jinbei and Brook and Nami are asleep. Chopper has mistakenly drunk an energy drink and has stopped blinking. Sanji and Zoro are arguing in whispers as Nami is asleep on the bench next to them. Luffy licked a window when it fogged up.

The Tang: Law is driving. Bepo is shotgun. Penguin is sitting on Killer’s lap, and Shachi is squished between Killer and Kid. Law is FUMING. He and Kid are in an intense argument about toll roads versus back roads.

The Phoenix: Ace is asleep again.

Hour 8: 6am.

The Sunny and the Tang are in the flat states near the coast. The Phoenix is taking backroads and has lost GPS signal.

Hour 9: 7am.

A firefly has been squished on the windshield of the Sunny, and Luffy, Usopp and Robin are OBSESSED. There’s glowing goo all over the windshield. Sanji is cowering behind Zoro at the back of the bus. Nami is, thankfully, asleep.

The Tang has broken the sound barrier, because Law is still driving and he needs to get OUT OF THIS CAR. Penguin is straddling Killer. Shachi and Kid might start hate fucking soon. Bepo is asleep.

The Phoenix has stopped at a 24 hour antique shop.

Hour 10: 8am.

The sun is rising. The Sunny is in the middle of a Britney Speaks sing-along led by Brook, even though Franky won’t turn the Coldplay off.

Robin is driving. At a red light, she sees The Phoenix at the opposite side of the intersection. She says nothing.

The Tang stops for gas, and Law stumbles out and onto the ground like a man at an oasis in the desert. He goes inside and buys gas station sushi because a strong man chooses how he dies.

Hour 11: 9am.

The Sunny is in the right state! The end is near! Zoro has fallen asleep in Sanji’s lap and Sanji seems to be having a crisis. Franky and Robin are holding hands. Luffy is attempting to crawl onto the roof at every red lighy.

The Phoenix and the Tang pull up next to each other at a stop light. Ace is asleep on the back seat but Marco and Sabo wave. Law gives them the middle finger and Bepo apologises. Penguin’s fingers are under Killer’s mask and no one wants to talk about it.

Hour 12: 10am.

The Sunny drives over the bridge to the island where the beach house is located! There is rejoicing!! They’ve made it!!

…except it turns out the island is still a 20 minute drive from one end to the other. Nami spots the Tang right behind them out the window.

Nami screams at Franky to Floor it. Franky Floors it. Law, who has not slept at all and needs to get away from whatever is happening in the back seat, also floors it.

Luffy manages to get the emergency hatch at the top of the bus open and crawls onto the roof, waving wildly

Yelling for Torao to look at him as Zoro grabs onto his ankles to keep him attached to the bus.

Kid sees Luffy and starts yelling at Law to speed up. Law yells at Kid that it’s a single lane road. Penguin is making out with Killer’s mask. Shachi’s hands are… somewhere.

They race down the waterfront road as the bus shakes from exertion and the Audi purrs like a kitten. Everyone is screaming.

The Tang drives into the opposing traffic to try to overtake the sunny just as they reach the beach house at the very end of the lane

There’s a squealing of tires as they both brake to a stop on the lawn, mere inches from the front door.

Chopper stumbles out onto the sand, having lost years off his life in the last few seconds of that race.

Law gets out and starts throwing rocks at everyone in the back

Then, the front door of the beach house opens and Ace walks out, roast beef sandwich mid bite.

Everyone stares at him.

“Hey,” Ace says. “What took you so long?”

Nami wails.

Luffy scampers all the way onto the Sunny’s roof and jumps at Ace.

Ace does not catch him.

Killer and Penguin are making out on the sand, killer’s mask partially up.

Zoro and Sanji are… in the back of the bus. Doing… something.

Jinbei starts unloading luggage.

After recovering from his fall, Luffy jumps over to Law and drags him in to pick rooms.

#my writing #one piece #lulaw #zosan #kilguin

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garoujo · 2 years

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“OH, YOU WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?” — HANMA SHUJI

you and your boyfriend decide to add a little more thrill to your relationship.

♱ warnings — ghostface!hanma, f!reader, cnc, knifeplay, reader is a great actress, predator x prey kink, mask kink, creampies, shuji is a tease, fingering, choking. ꒰ word count : 4k ! ꒱

♱ note — here we go ! probs the kinktober piece i was most excited 2 write so hopefully u guys enjoy it 2 . tysm 2 rekha @/21-06-1996 & paradis @/blueparadis 4 reading through some of it 4 me <3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST

it’s somewhere between 11pm and 12am you’d assume by the way the sky seems to have darkened outside of your apartment. the day had went by normal enough, you went to work, turned down some plans for drinks with your work colleagues and then you came home as normal — as planned.

but there’s a tinge of anticipation that’s present from your fingers to your toes, something you can’t quite place as you flick through the channels on the tv, sinking deeper into the couch when you settle on some cheesy slasher flick with a shrug, october and all. it’s the season for them.

your boyfriend, hanma is at work, so you’re home alone tonight — bowl of popcorn and a blanket that felt warmer when his daunting figure was underneath it with you.

for about an hour, you’re content — fishing around for the sweetened kernels at the bottom of your bowl with a sigh. your movies just kicking off, not that you’re paying much attention as you flick through the stories your friends are posting on instagram, trying to ignore the fact that he should’ve called by now, he normally did around this time.

but now you’re restless and worried, deciding to make another round of popcorn to soothe your nerves before you start pacing and it works, for a moment, before you’re back on the couch in the exact same position watching the exact same movie.

then you hear it, the first ring and you reach for your phone a little too quickly for you not to have been waiting, except it’s not him — it’s a number unknown, but maybe it’s because he’s at work.. you tell yourself to ease the uncomfortable shift in the air.

“hello?” you answer after letting it ring a few times, and you let hope linger in the air where you take a breath before it’s swallowed by the unfamiliar, distorted voice that answers back.

“hello.” their voice is smooth but.. not who you were expecting and you can’t shake the way your shoulders seem to slump with the reply. “hi, can i.. help you?” you ask, trying not to sound too disappointed that it wasn’t the man you seek.

“who is this?” the sound of the television on your end goes from near full volume to something a little lower, and your brows furrow almost instinctively at their question.. because, didn’t think they call you?

“who are you trying to reach?” you snort and you hear the person on the other side of the phone hum in a way that tells you they’re not too sure. “i’m not sure.. what’s your name?”

there’s another change in the air, one that makes you bring your feet up onto the lip of the couch at their question before you reply quickly, not wanting to let the silence they let stay linger.

“i’m sorry.. i think you have the wrong number.” a beat of silence followed by a cocky reply, “do i? then how about you tell me your name and i’ll tell you mine.” before you breathe and continue “no thanks, im waiting on a call but have a good night.” you don’t give them an opportunity to answer this time, and you’re pretty sure you cut off whatever they were next going to say.

but you feel cold suddenly, acutely aware of the noises outside your apartment as you sit your phone facedown on the table, and try to focus on the film you suddenly don’t feel like watching anymore.

but then it rings again, and you want to mentally punch yourself for letting your head turn a little too quickly — another unknown number, but maybe just a coincidence.. right?

“hello?” followed by a reply that’s a little too quick. “oh, i’m sorry. not the call you were waiting for?” but you curse yourself for the way their teasing seems to make your lips break into a whisper of a grin. “not this time..” you breathe and they don’t stop with that. “no? don’t wanna talk to me instead?”

“yeah, nice try. again—have a good night, see ya.” you feel a little unsettled when your phone hits the table this time, the caller was probably innocent but something seems.. strange. your neck feels unbearably warm and it takes a few moments for you to pull yourself off the couch before you’re retreating to the kitchen — splashing your face with some cold water to calm yourself down.

you let yourself take a moment, look in the fridge like the contents will have changed since the last time you were in there. but then even from the kitchen you hear the ring of your phone from the living room, and you’re suddenly aware of the goosebumps ripping across your arms.

but you stride quickly, not bothering to give the caller id a second glance because — it won’t be, right?

“uh, hello?” you repeat, and you think you’re suddenly sick of hearing the greeting. “don’t hang up on me.” there’s a drop in their tone this time, but it’s the same drawled out, smooth sound — followed by a long exhale like they’re smoking a cigarette or releasing a held breath.

“what do you want?” you shift, suddenly not feeling like sitting back down in your previous spot. “to talk, kill some time.. nice night for it, don’cha think?” you can’t see them, but you can tell they’re smiling with the way you hear their words curl around the expression.

“i’m kind of busy.” you’re lying but your hairs suddenly standing on end, “oh? but your movies almost over.. isn’t it? so how about you play with me instead, doll?” the petname is a low growl, but your heart pounds at the words before it, sucking in an uneven breath as you let your gaze dart to the movie still playing on the tv then the rest of your darkened apartment.

“how.. how did you know i was watching a movie?” your heart pounds with your sentence and you swear they must be able to hear it when they breathe out a chuckle in response.

“don’t look so scared, babydoll. you just look like you could use a little.. company.”

the line dies before you have a chance to hang up, but with the few steady knocks on the door of your apartment that follow in the silence you feel a shock of something shoot down your spine, and you can feel the uneasy pants you’re taking against your palm when it slaps over your mouth to muffle your shriek.

but then the silence settles, again. besides the pounding of your heart and the ringing in your ears, it’s still quiet enough for you to be able to hear the lock click when it turns — making you push yourself up against the wall in the hallway as you try to steady your breathing, putting you out of sight from the doorway.

this can’t be happening.

it’s unnerving the steady, slow steps you hear sound around the corner behind you, the way they enter your apartment over the erratic beat of your heart, combat boots against the hard wood floor that feel like they kick your feet out from underneath you with each step.

you could probably make it to your bedroom if you ran fast, maybe the bathroom so you can find someone to call — you’re not supposed to call him while he’s at work. but you think this might be an exception when you hear the door slam loud enough for it to startle you, followed by another low chuckle.

your palm is pressed so tight against your mouth you can barely breathe, your lungs feel like they quake but you can’t risk him hearing you — finding you, as you try to inch yourself further away from the front of your apartment.

you don’t give it much more thought, you hear his steps fade into the kitchen and you decide to put the adrenaline coursing through you to good use — it’s all part of the game, his game. but you feel your head twitch in the general direction down the hallway before you’re off.

but it doesn’t take long for him to hear you, you’re running.. but he’s not, not yet atleast. but he knows where you are.

you’re listening over your shoulder, following it with a glance and you watch the way his taller, intimidating form rounds the corner and his shadow seems to be gaining on you alarmingly quick considering you got a head start. he lets you see the peak of the blade, then he sprints, and he’s faster than you — long legs taking long, purposeful strides towards you as he enters the long stretch of hallway.

your heart is throbbing, a lick of fear curling down your spine and you can’t afford to waste any breath with a scream — but you gasp despite the way your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

the distance he’s closing is quickly filling your ears, you can feel the warm air rush over your too hot skin as you run and the floor slams under your shared footsteps.

your decision has to be quick, the bathroom or the bedroom and you allow yourself a few moments you don’t have to think it over — opting for the bedroom, the doors open and you don’t have the time to kill to turn the handle to the bathroom.

but he’s trained, reflexes honed, he’s a killer after all — he can see your movements before you even make them, he can pick up on your body language or follow the direction you even do much as glance in.

and he’s right behind you when you when you make your little decision, fingertips already outstretched to reach and curl into the skin around the back of your neck.

you twist to your right, nearly losing your footing as you go to dart into the bedroom and slam the door, and your trip catches him off guard, makes him spit out a curse, only for a second. but he’s faster — your attempts to lose him, to shove him away are all in vain when you hear the heavy thud of the door hit the boot suddenly logged in the doorway instead of click into place when you try to slam it closed.

you can’t run anymore, you’re frozen when he comes into view as it bounces back open and you feel like you can finally take him in.

you can’t see his face, it’s covered by a mask — one you’ve seen a lot recently, october and all. it’s the season for them. but he’s a daunting presence from where he looms in the doorway, a muscle tight black shirt and black jeans—one arm resting against the doorway above him, not that it stretches far given his height. while the other almost mockingly, playfully lets the knife sway by his side — like he’s swinging intertwined hands or a purse, but it’s anything but.

no, it’s much more dangerous than that, he’s dangerous.

“gotcha. you’re a slippery little thing, aren’t ya?” he drawls in a sweet tone that almost turns your stomach, you can’t see his expression from behind the ghostface mask—but you can hear that he’s smiling, like he’s toying with his prey.

“please don’t! m-my boyfriend will be home soon, he’ll.. shit—he’ll track you down if you hurt me.“ you sound pathetic, whimpering and pleading, but fuck—he loves you like this, it’s exhilarating letting the blade tap along his covered temple like he’s scratching an itch before he’s cutting you off with disorienting grab to your jaw.

“oh, what’s wrong, doll? scared?” he grits but he knows you won’t answer with his palm now resting along your mouth to squeeze at your cheeks. black kanji barely visible under the dimly lit room, sin and punishment.

you can feel tears in your eyes, maybe it’s the way his fingertips are digging into your cheeks or maybe it’s him, his daunting presence and the blade in his other hand, and you feel yourself sway when he makes you look up at him.

you try to shove him off, turn back to try and run again but you’re snagged in his web now when he yanks you back down to earth. he takes you down heavily until your chest is hitting the mattress and you feel his hand clamp around your waist — reaching up between your breasts to squeeze his hand around your throat and drag you back a few measly inches until you’re against his chest.

“too bad, you could’ve made it too. but i think it’s about time i take my prize.” he growls, giving you a shake as his palm presses hard against the middle of your throat, making your eyes flutter before they widen when you feel cold metal smooth along the curve of your waist, and you finally go limp.

“atta girl. see, you’re a sweet little thing, just need a little time.. right?” his hips rub up against your ass with his words, letting you feel the impressive strain of his hard cock through his jeans, but then you feel him pull off of you to let his hand mould to your trembling thigh instead.

his fingertips squeeze at the skin before he’s twisting you onto your back and standing between your legs — almost menacing from this angle, but he lets you breathe.

“but you’re mine now.. so where should i start, hm?” he spits, voice straining under the weight of his desire as he lets his blade trace up the skin his hand used to occupy — featherlight along your thigh before it’s tracing along the waistband of your sweats, and he pauses with his next growl.

he lets it trace along your skin, up your abdomen until you’re tensing under his touch — adrenaline still making you shake when he groans and just barely drags the blade higher. “here?” he hums as he lets it rest against your chest, his movements careful and steady before he’s bringing the cool metal back down to your waistband. “or here?”

you really were the perfect, helpless victim.

“p-please.. please.” your voice is tight with need, lifting your hips to try and rock against his before his large, free palm is pressing you back tight against the mattress — tall stature looming over you as he lets the blade trace up by your neck, and he groans in delight at the wild look in your eyes he’s meet with.

“there we go, babydoll. that’s more like it, let me hear you beg for it.” he goads loudly, amused but wrecked when he lets his fingers trace down to squeeze at your pussy through your sweats, chuckling at the mess and warmth he can already feel beneath the fabric.

“oh, you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t you?” and fuck—does hanma love it.

you nod quickly, panting out sweet like uh-huhs followed by whispered pleas, like you’re chanting mantra’s as you squeeze your legs around his middle. “fuck me.. please, i’ll be good.. i’ll be quiet. just please.” you sound so pretty, like the perfect prey he knew you’d be — and he can’t wait any longer.

“that’s it. good fucking girl.” he breathes through clenched teeth before you hear the knife clatter on the floor at the other side of the room. he’s much too preoccupied with tearing through the fabric of your sweats and panties, panting hard when he yanks them down just enough to hang around one ankle, before he leans back to rip his pants and belt open afterwards.

finally seeing his cock twitch with the first sting of sexual freedom makes you arch, yearning when you let your eyes sweep over the thick curve of him.

his chest is heaving with heavy breathes as he takes you in beneath him, letting his fingers swipe through your folds to tease the slick gathered between them before he’s sinking two into your cunt. grunting when he’s not met with much resistance, but you hiss at the stretch his thick fingers provide you with — feeling it burn and sizzle into something that burns along your body.

he sinks them into you a few more times after that, scissoring them until you’re a puddle of mewls and whines and you’re basically fucking begging him to just hurry up and fuck you when you send him a doe-eyed look, thighs twitching when he rubs a few sticky circles into your clit before pulling his fingers out of you with a growl.

his slender fingers in sin wrap around the base of his cock before he’s letting his head roll back with a few rough strokes of his palm, pinning your hand above your head when you reach for him as he leans over your figure to rub the blunt head along your slick folds.

you’re not sure if it was the adrenaline, the chase and the anticipation igniting your veins but you’re fucking soaked, feeling the first silky grind of his cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows. “fuck sake, doll.”

you feel his palm press back hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, pulling him close as he pushes you so deep against the mattress your back arches.

you can hear the way he’s panting even behind the mask, fingers twitching into your skin everytime he pulls himself deeper into the desperate hug of your pussy.

“fuckin’ knew you wanted it, a pretty little thing like you all alone on a scary night like tonight.” the way your nodding is instinctive, driven by the way your desperately rubbing your slick along his throbbing cock — greedily trying to force him closer through each growled ramble from his lips. before he finally parts your folds and sinks into your twitching cunt. “f-fucking asking for it, weren’t you?”

you’re barely prepped and so fucking tight hanma thinks he might pass out now that’s finally wrapped in you, his large palms dragging your hips down onto his cock as your body shakes — lips parting to moan as your fingers twist in the fabric of his black shirt.

“look at me. fuck, eyes on me, babydoll. that’s it.” his words are an order, natural dominance dripping from his tone as he pushes past the spots inside of you that make you twitch. his fingers twist along your jaw once more to keep your gaze on him, until his hips are pressed tight against your own with a shameless, ragged moan that makes your long lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks.

the way he drags his cock out of you is slow, wet after he’s given you a few moments to get used to the thick spread of him, and the first draw back of his hips feels like it lasts forever until only the blunt head remains.

but then he gives your cheeks a playful tap before his hands are back squeezing at your hips again, and the slap of his hips back into you almost knocks all of the air from your lungs.

everything about this, him. the chase, the hunt, the way he looks over you has only drove to this point, added to the twisting pleasure you feel stir in your abdomen, you’re wound up so tight and you feel like you could already burst when he grinds his cock into you, you’re already so close.

but his pace doesn’t let up, he’s driving his hips into yours like an animal as he fucks you into the mattress — pressing his pelvis tight against your slick folds with every wet connection of his hips as he swirls his hips into yours. “already? yeah? feel so fuckin’ tight.. pussy’s real fucking greedy.”

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, and his quick, intense pace only seems to grow heavier — your body jolting as he digs his cock up into your pussy.

hanma can hear your need, your want for him in the way your moaning pretty with each sharp exhale as you head tilts back, his grip dragging you along the bed as he pushes himself even deeper into you. he’s pressing up against the swollen spots inside of you and when you feel his fingers come to squeeze along the sides of your throat once more, all you can do is take it as you lose yourself in the controlled anaphylaxis that makes your head spin with pleasure.

“shu-shuji! it feels so good.” you gasp, and the sweet sound of your slip up, the sound of his name makes him shudder against you and grunt before he’s rushing to pull the mask over his head, throwing it on the floor beneath you. “holy shit—i know, babydoll. don’t hold back on me now.”

you’re finally able to take in the way his hair is flat, framing his handsome, flushed features and the blown, amber in his gaze when he sends you a crooked grin followed by another low groan as he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

hanma curls himself over you with the next tight squeeze of your cunt around him, before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, it’s needy and wild and so much of him that it makes your pussy throb when he sucks on your tongue. he’s been waiting to taste you all fucking night.

his thrusts begin to lose their pace as he presses deep into your body, stuttering just as he begins to lose himself in you. in the pleasure he’s earned, the pleasure he owns. “my babydoll. ran so hard for me, did so fuckin’ good.”

you feel hanma’s palm squeeze around your thigh before he’s hiking it higher around his hips and the new angle only fans the fire your orgasm sparks along your veins, feeling him pull away from your lips to mouth at your throat as he digs your orgasm out of you himself.

“fucking cum for me, doll.” he grits before your body seems to listen, your orgasm hitting you so hard and good that it almost hurts as your toes curl, fingers moving to claw along hanma’s shoulders as you cream around his cock.

but he doesn’t stop, not even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock throbs inside of your soaked cunt.

“pussy’s made to fuckin’ take me. mmm, shit.. yeah? my fuckin’ pussy.” his pace stutters at the milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth before he curses and groans sharp. his amber gaze is narrowed between your bodies to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips before hes kissing you once more as he cums, just as he likes.

hanma cums thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins you completely, continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and he’s rolling off of you with a long sigh.

you let the silence settle as you both catch your breath, turning to meet his gaze from where he’s peeking at you underneath where his forearm rests over his eyes.

“shuji, you’re too fast! it’s no fair!” you start, and your usual tone of voice only seems to draw hanma in as he returns to his place leaning over you, pressing a gentle kiss against your pouty lips that’s a sharp contrast to how hard he’s just fucked you.

“that’s ‘cause im a killer, doll.” he hums before he’s playfully biting at your cheek, chuckling when you swat him back into his previous position on his back with another cute pout that makes him pull you against his chest anyway.

“i so wouldve got away too.” you try to reason but it only makes your boyfriend chuckle, amused as you brush the dual coloured hair away from his face when he looks at you — catching your hand with his own before he’s giving your fingers a short peck and resting them both against his chest.

“bullshit, they always kill the hottest ones first. you were never making it to the sequel.”

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kennythecatgirl · 2 months

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Update

3/18/2024

CW: discussion of surgery and heart attacks. Read at your own risk!

Over the weekend my dad pulled in overtime at work. Last Monday he began to have pains in his chest, which at first, he thought was indigestion. On Wednesday he went to the doctor's office to find relief for the indigestion only to find out his cardiac enzymes were elevated, and his blood pressure was 159/90 suggesting that he was very close to having a heart attack. He went into hospital soon after.

My dad's arteries were extremely blocked (75%, 80%, 85% and 100%) so he had to receive a quadruple bypass. He went into pre-op around 10:00 am to have his chest and legs (he had to have blood vessels taken from his leg) shaved and have the anesthesia.

The nurse kept us up to date on how far along in the surgery they were and around 4:30 we were told that the surgery was successfully completed.

If everything goes well, my dad will be extubated around 11pm or 12am. He will be able to go home in a week with a month of therapy.

#tw surgery #cw surgery #tw heart attack #cw heart attack

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prezohhh · 3 months

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further down the line i wanna stream for like idk 16 days in a row where day one i stream 8-11am, day two 9-12, three 10-1, four 11-2, five 12-3, six 1-4, seven 2-5, eight 3-6, nine 4-7, ten 5-8, eleven 6-9, twelve 7-10, thirteen 8-11pm, fourteen 9pm-12am, fifteen 10-1, sixteen 11-2 etc maybe ill do at night too but maybe not. im gonna be talking to every single prezoh follower at some point during that time. maybe ill call it PREZOH WORLD TOUR so that it seems crazy but then its just this

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starsoverjupiter · 27 days

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4/15/24

total: 245

cals burned: 410

today was okay

i played rd4 until 11pm, minecraft until 12am, and then i called my friend until 1am! i ate a bag of lays chips and didn't purge them :/ i wasn't hungry or anything i just was craving the stimulation i guess, i need to work on controlling my cravings.///160

i woke up at 11am and rotted in bed for a bit, then i got up and smoked. i doodled in between bowls and also wrote down some ed motivation :3 then i did my laundry!!

i ate half of a peanut granola bar because i felt super dizzy, but i feel so guilty about it. i think i need to start taking vitamins that will probably help with any deficiencys i may have ///85

i just cycled through smoking, listening to music, and picking up small sections of my room until 4pm when i started getting ready for work

work was SLOW! it normally is on mondays, i had two diet cokes lol

i got home at 7:15ish and changed, smoked, and rotted some more. i cleaned my ENTIRE kitchen, then i decided i wanted to make cinnamon rolls but i didn't have bread flour, i could have substituted it with all purpose or cake flour but i just decided not to. i couldn't find the dough attachment for the stand mixer and it made me really upset. i cried on my floor.

after i was done having my little breakdown i got up, weighed myself with clothes on, then weighed myself completely naked. but when i was taking off my earrings (that my grandma gave me) one fell into the drain. so i cried.

i went for a run, did a few miles, came home soooo tired with hurt ankles. i don't have running shoes and prior to tonight i was running in converse LOL but my mom let me borrow her hokas, unfortunately they were too small so yeeeouch! then i smoked again and took benadryl

thhheeennnn i listened to more music, picked up my laundry, and now i'm in bed!

also my family has been pressuring me a lot less about food! i think they're giving up :3

#girl blogger #thinspø #skiiiny #meanspø #blog #tw ed but not sheeran #thigh g4p #sweetsp0 #⭐️ ing motivation #light as a 🪶#counting cals #cal log #low cal food #low cal restriction #low cal diet

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gobletofmilk · 3 months

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hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then.

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight.

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

#tier list #ranked #ranking #really important #earth shattering #powerful #silly #sillyposting #what is silly posting is this silly posting? if so this is why i'm here. to silly post.

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masquenoire · 1 year

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Apologies for being so slow with responses as of late, my motivation hasn’t been the greatest with February blues and generally feeling a bit run down. Unfortunately my activity will be *very* spotty this upcoming week as I’ve been asked to cover for double overtime as it’s half term so we’ll be very short-staffed. Hope to respond more frequently soon!

#💀 ;; OOC #;; psa #I hate to do this to you guys but it was a bit short notice #And my hours are going to be pretty rough with shifts like 3-11pm and 4-12am #That's not including chores at home so um yeah #Gonna be busy busy #Might actually switch inbox off for a bit so I can focus on current asks and drafts on both Roman and Kirk #Just to catch up with what's already there

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daddysweetandevil · 2 months

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Your New Schedule Pig Slave

Pig Schedule:

5am - Boost 1/sleep

7am - 8am Boost 2 Edging to gainer porn/conditioning.

8am - 9am Breakfast

9am - 10am Boost 3/Leisure

10am - 12pm Nap time/gooning/leisure time.

12pm - 1pm Lunch/Edging/Foreplay

1pm - 2pm Hypnosis session

2pm - 3pm Lunch 2

3pm - 5pm Nap 2/Gooning/Leisure

5pm - 6pm Dinner 1

7pm - 8pm Boost 4

8pm - 9pm Hypnosis session

10pm - 11pm Dinner 2

11pm - 12am Boost 5/Edged

2am - Boost/Allowed to cum/Sleep til 5am

#gaining fat

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general-kalani · 22 days

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(CHARACTER NAME)’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted. Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name(s): Kalani, General, Killer (gamer name lmfao) Mun pronouns: Any I don't mind!! OOC Contact: Discord (ask if we're moots!) & tumblr ims

Who the heck are my muses anyway:

My muselist is a little all over the place! If the bio to each character doesn't cut it, ask me instead for how they are! Most are military, few are ex-military, one's a horse, there's a cult leader in amongst all of it. You name it, I probably have it.

Points of interest:

Some of them are kinda boring (in my opinion LMFAO) and most of the weird shit is from the Far Cry muses, the kinda cooler ones imho are the zombie-genre ones. Check them all out anyway I recommend it <3

What they’ve been up to recently:

The most important character arc for Voice right now, is acceptance at the fact that no matter what he does he can't change history when it comes to Joseph. What's done is done. The other most important character arc is for Joseph and that's just realising he's traumatised and seeking therapy that "actually works". Lots of others ofc on the blog but those two are the main ones lmfao-

Where to find them:

Most can be found in America! Some (Dead Island) can be found on Banoi. In SBY some can be found floating in space between Gamilas and Earth. Borderlands it's a wildcard on where they'll be you'd have to check bios on that lmfao. Expedition characters are on Darwin IV, but can also be dragged to other places! Far Cry 3 is on two islands, depending on North or South island, will decide on who you meet. Far Cry 4 is the same deal, only taking place in Kyrat! New Dawn is a post-Apocalyptic America. Far Cry 6 takes place in Yara. Protect the boy if you go there! Frontier is an 18th century historical drama for America/Canada. I only care about Cobbs/Grant though- RAGE is a post-apocalyptic world once again. Which world? Yes. Silver Brumby actually takes place in Australia but Brolga is a helluva fun muse to interact with!

Current plans:

Specific upcoming arcs are hard to think of when I keep changing my characters, how they act, etcetc, but there is one exploring how Joseph became the Voice, I'm just figuring out how to do it :3

Desired interactions:

Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, lovers to enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to-

Offered interactions:

All depends on the character one is interested in! Remember to look at the bios for each character. For example as a leader, there better be a good reason someone would want to meet Dessler and Joseph Seed. As an important person someone needs a good reason to meet a military figure like Gimleh, Ryder, Knoxx, etc. Just find the one that works for you!

Current open post/s:

My open starters, starter calls and plotting calls are here for your leisure to click on <3

Anything else?:

Rq, as I'm Australian (Queensland) don't expect me to be awake at your time I am an eepy gal that's typically awake at 10am-11am to 11pm-12am Other info you'll need though; interest tracker, muselist, rp rules, rp prompts and this rp guide I did a while ago (plus an RP plot idea prompt)

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this <3

#{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #the general speaks #dash games

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pocket-infinity · 2 months

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slimeciclecock · 3 months

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sorry timezone bullshit bc I share a similar timezone w acau, anyway his first qsmp stream ended at like 6am his time and he started at like close to 12am and right now it's after 3am his time and he said he's been streaming 4 hours so by that logic he started at 11pm and if he continues for another 3 hours until the event it'll start at 6am his time and who knows how long the event could go on, maybe 2 hours long so he might just finish this qsmp stream at 8am if he decides to keep playing and in short? If his body doesn't start killing him then I will

#quackity invited the ONE korean person with a fucked up stream schedule #i guess thats the price to pay to play on qsmp but also #i know absolutely nothing about acau so maybe he is just a normal person with normal stream times #or maybe normal stream time for the average streamer is 12am. idk everything airs at 5am for me i dont know anything #this is like when i thought pearlescentmoon was normal bc australia but then i found out she streams at 5am her time #also uhm. obvious /j about acau lmao but i do like him and might continue watching solely for timezone reasons

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azuhrasims · 1 year

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The Big List of Sims 4 Festival Times

Some are obvious, others, like those in Sulani, are not noted in the calendar. Here’s the list.

Sunday

The Flea Market -- City Living - Spice District - Every other Sunday 10:00am - 6:00pm

Festival of Youth -- Snowy Escape - Wakaba Neighborhood - Every Other Sunday 10am-6pm

Starlight Accolades -- Get Famous - Hottest Spot in Town lot - 7pm - 11pm

High School Graduation -- High School Years - High School Auditorium - 6pm-11:30pm | -> The Sunday after a teen sim becomes a young adult

Monday

Humor and Hijinx -- City Living - Art District - Every other Monday 5pm-11pm

Towne BBQ -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 4pm-10pm

Tuesday

GeekCon -- City Living - Fashion District - Every other Tuesday 10am-4pm

Flower & Music -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 1pm-7pm

Career Day -- High School years - High School Auditorium - Every other Tuesday(?) 12pm-3pm when you attend school with your highschooler

Wednesday

Town Potluck -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 6pm-12pm

Thursday

Island Celebration -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 9am-12pm

Football Team Sports Day -- High School Years - Copperdale High School Sports Field - 5pm -10pm

Friday

Spice Festival -- City Living - Spice District - Every other Friday 5pm-1am

Beach Bonfire -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 6pm -12pm

Festival of Light -- Snowy Escape - Senbamachi Neighborhood - Every other Friday 6pm-2am

Cheerleading Team Sports Day -- High School Years - Copperdale High School Sports Field - 5pm -10pm

Saturday

Romance Festival -- City Living - Fashion District - Every other Saturday 5pm-1am

Fishing Tournament -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 12pm-9pm

Festival of Snow -- Snowy Escape - Yukimatsu Neighborhood - Every Other Saturday 3pm-12am

Finchwick Fair -- Cottage Living - Finchwick - 3:30pm-9:30pm

Prom -- High School Years - High School Auditorium - 5pm-9pm

Events that Happen on Random Days

Turtle Hatching -- Island Living - Mua Pel’am - ?

Family Fun Day -- Island Living - Ohan’ali Town - 9am-4pm

Talent Showcase -- Get Famous - Locations Vary - 6pm-11pm

#Azuhra's Big List #list of festivals locations and times #this was for me but i hope others can use it

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