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radioactive-earthshine · 8 months

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Young Justice (full comics roster) gets stuck in the future with the legion, other than trying to figure out how to get home what are they all up to? -Brainiacs anon

Giving Rokk a migraine probably.

Rokk thought Tim would have been the responsible one, the reasonable one, the one most like him but it turned out that Tim was just as much of an enabling chaos gremlin as the rest of them. To the surprise of very little Tim does bond pretty well with Lyle but he also finds friendship with Andrew and Salu.

At least Bart is entertaining himself with his family; Jenni his mother and his uncle Jev when he's not with Querl and the rest of his teammates. Bart always wanted to see Arrok and he's thankful to be able to see it, while he is there he tries to cram in as much as he missed out on as possible because this is his time - and these people were supposed to be his team.

Kon has two modes; chaos and sleeping. For some reason he is awfully concerned about warrants (canon). At least he also spends his time pestering Querl. He tried to hit it off with Luornu (again) but being firmly taken by Chuck chucked that relationship out the window. One look at chuck and it's obvious, he's no competition for him so he gives up but he still has four friends from it all. Reep also keeps him good company with Mon El.

Cassie wants desperately to know what sort of legacy she leaves behind - what became of the Amazons and if what she is doing will ever be enough. Fortunately she doesn't really aggravate anyone like Kon and Bart's very blatant personalities but she does strongarm herself into missions and situations. Jazmin at first found this pretty annoying but eventually she warmed up to her and found admiration in his indomitable and unshakable will. Ayla gets the biggest crush on her when she sees her lift a big rock off of herself.

Cissie didn't want to be there. She didn't want to be part of Young Justice. She doesn't want to be a Legionnaire either and mercifully Rokk respects her wishes and does not give her a damn ring. She spends most of her time with Gates when she's not with her own friends. They have deep and meaningful conversations and debate fairly - both offering their own perspectives of being conscripted into service and why they stay, and decide to keep away. Monstress forces her into shopping because she KNOWS she has good taste, and does (Bart comes along too).

Greta has the easiest time there. Finally, a time and a place where she can be open and free without too much push-back. Why, a ghost girl? Nah, she's just some other life-form/Legionnaire. People might be startled every now and then by her but with how many aliens are around there's no reason to be dramatic about her. She hopes she can stay behind, but knows she will have to go back eventually. She finds great company with Tinya, Jan and Wildfire.

Anita can't complain too much. She always worried that humans would blow themselves up one day and everything they did as heroes would have been in vein but in the future things are bright and hopeful and she really is excited to be part of a bigger team - see other places, do more, be more. She finds herself butting heads with Tasmia at first but they bond very quickly, Tasmia forgot what it was like to have her hair braided so well and Anita is so glad to have her hair done in return.

Slobo picks the pettiest fight with Rokk because he can but then becomes buddies with Garth just to be a pain. While he's there he gets medical attention and his cellular degradation is halted entirely but the prior damage is permanent. When he's not spending time in the gym tussling with Jo and Thom he's also spending time with Val and learns to appreciate nature from him as well.

#here's my word vomit #not tagging all these losers #losh #young justice 1998

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peachhoneii · 1 year

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the fun thing about mario and luigi’s sister hcs/reader is that i get the feeling many people mean mario and luigi’s sister. in that she looks like she could be their sister. she’s short. she’s chubby. has the family nose. great, big innocent blue eyes. she could have a (light) mustache but waxes on a monthly basis. her hair is either straight or curly but i get the vibe she probably has waves.

she’s not a conventionally attractive woman and that can be an obstacle in our world sometimes. it isn’t always the easiest to navigate. so she works in construction, probably in another (non-labor) capacity and is fairly feminine. she’s stubborn but sweet and where Luigi is a mama’s boy, she’s a daddy’s girl.

she’s stubborn and aims for confidence and is supportive. she’s got an adventuring spirit too but chooses to chill out until the whole bowser incident happens. also she thinks he’s a marvelous singer. got the chance of a lifetime to actually hear him sing. still evil though. he tried to kill her brothers and all. maybe she laments to him that it’s hard for her too sometimes, even if she isn’t a giant, fire breathing genocidal turtle.

somehow, they become friends. if bowser and luigi become a thing, she’s the one who has to sit mario down and explain to him that giant, fire breathing turtle with anger management issues is luigi’s person and they gotta support that. they gotta support luigi. mario hates that by the way. not the support luigi part. the bowser part.

if she ends up being the ‘mario’ for another kingdom, her prince is just prince gumball from fiona and cake and peach’s male doppelgänger. he’s just super, stupidly pretty but science-y and loves to bake. probably not the best fighter around though.

#mario movie #mario #luigi #the super smash bros movie #bowuigi #mario reader #luigi reader #mario luigi sister reader #tbh i just wanna write so many ideas and don't have the time #here's my word vomit #i really like unconventionally pretty girls ending up with conventionally pretty dudes #i feel we need more of that too

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p4nishers · 10 months

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crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

#hozier is INSANELY azicrow coded and i am going feral over the implications that crowley heard the lines 'if the heavens ever did speak she #the last true mouthpiece' LIKE EXCUSE ME?????????#'u called me angel for the first time my heart leapt from me' and crowley cries himself to sleep #'heaven is not fit to house a love like u and i' and crowley projectile vomits onto the floor #'it cant be unlearned i have known the warmth of your doorways' 'i slithered here from eden just to hide outside ur door' 'though i burn how #could i fall when i am lifted by every word u say to me' and his ass is GONE he has EXPLODED #good omens #inefabble husbands #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #azicrow #hozier #crowley #aziraphale

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sunclown · 1 year

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Zs dads part 3: Name stories

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cherrirui-official · 6 months

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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 1/7)

Since the edited episodes are starting to come out, I figured that bc of that and the fact that I've been keeping this in the back burner for a loooong while now, might as well complete all my friendlocke violet gijinkas!! Some are gonna stay the same while others are gonna have slight/ complete redesigns, so please keep that in mind!

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv

(Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

And that's pretty much it, designs under the cut!

LARK:

HUGE nerd. spent most of his time during the Uva Academy studying different kinds of pokemon as well as different fighting styles he can utilize once he is able to go out on his own journey with his very own trainer! Too bad that didn't really help in the long run...

His entire wardrobe consists of McDonald's related outfits. It's fucking insane. He even has some from long LONG ago that aren't available anywhere else.

The bubble pattern on his hair is able to move and change. Nobody knows how this is possible, not even Lark himself. All Lark knows is that his hair looks incredibly stylish!

Speaking of bubbles, he has the ability to blow bubbles whenever and wherever he pleases!

Often keeps himself extremely clean and gets upset if even a small speck of dirt gets on him, despite this he somehow smells like McDonald's food and axe body spray. Disgusting. He's so cool!

Even after death he still likes to hang around the other team members as a ghost, often getting to know the newer members as well as reuniting with the old ones. Sometimes they see him, sometimes they don't. It usually depends.

SARA:

Due to being a human in her past life, Sara is able to actually speak with the other humans in the pokemon world. However she usually doesn't due to it being seen as extremely weird and out of place. She did slip up once while talking in the presence of Arven, who thought it was the weed making him hear things.

Oinkologne are usually unable to do much with their hooves but Sara spent nights practicing how to knit with her new hooves and now she's able to do it flawlessly. I don't know how she managed to do that but go queen!

When first joining the team she'd often have the urge to eat her food related companions. It was a strange time for Sara, but she managed to overcome it.

When Peppy gets sick, she usually is the one who nurses him back to health. She was a human once so she often is able to figure out whatever sickness Peppy has and treat it properly. I suppose she's like a second mother to him.

The bag she carries with her is full of thread that she collected from various Tarountula she encountered on the journey, as well as little things she knits together in her spare time.

For the most part, Sara forgives... but NEVER forgets.

Did you guys know that Sara has a new YouTube channel? Check it out!

Pastey:

Before joining the team, Pastey was a nameless wanderer. He's been down every road in Paldea and knows almost the entire region (except for Area Zero) like the back of his hand.

He's gotten hurt pretty badly throughout the run (ie. the Mikey fight, the Atticus fight, and ESPECIALLY the final battle), however, he does not gain any (physical) scars from those fights. This is bc he's basically an axolotl, and axolotls are usually able to heal without scarring.

Pastey's "arms" are, to put it simply, mud prosthetics. More info here vvv

Pastey HAS met Mall Bingo once before the run, however, he doesn't recognize her. The only reason he does not recognize her is bc she wears glasses. (You know how people somehow aren't able to recognize Superman bc he wears glasses in his civilian attire even tho his face remains the same? It's basically like that lmao)

Unlike the lightbulbs he eats, the gasoline he drinks isn't really mandatory to his diet. Gasoline is like alcohol to him and he drinks it like an absolute CHAMP.

He goes fishing when there's nothing else to do or when he can't sleep at night. He doesn't do this bc he thinks it's fun or anything, only bc it's a "good time passer" or so he claims. Other members of the team will often sit with him and vent out anything that's troubling them at the moment, and Pastey is always there to listen to them.

And that's pretty much it. Next is Joe, Hannah Ü, and Mykyie!

#I am a firm believer that Sara can and will beat ass #No i do NOT plan on making gijinka designs for Chatbike and Phil sorry guys #just getting that out of the way i know how much yall love phil /j /lh #Anyways it feels so good to finally start on this like holy moly #also idk when the others will be done... HOWEVER...#The sketches for Joe Hannah and Mikey are already pretty much done I just gotta make em digital #so ideally they'll be out pretty soonish I'd say... I hope #but yeah if anyone has any questions abt them feel free to send them in my askbox and I'll be happy to answer them as best as i can!#<- No anons tho sorry yall #Also I need to be honest here Lark's outfit kinda does look atrocious and I couldve changed it... BUT...#I honestly thought it was WAY funnier if Lark's attire looked weird on purpose so I kept it like that lol #Anyways sorry for the word vomit here are the tags #friendlocke #friendlocke violet #saltydkdan #should my gijinkas have their own tag...? Sure why not #Violet Gijinka Au #cherris canvas

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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al haitham is just Meant to take dick. he thought if he ever had sex with someone, he'll be the top, but when you came along with your massive arms that hooks right under his knees to pump him full with no way to escape, your massive thighs around his neck making him choke on the fat cock down his throat, and your filthy tongue whispering the most obscene things rigjt into his ears that he cant help but get so desperately turned on that he cums right away? the thought of topping gets thrown right out the window, he wants to be your pretty little pillow princess forever. he wonders how he got himself to this point, from being the cold, calculating grand scribe thats indifferent about most things and people to glancing at your lower half everytime you walk past and getting hard from just thinking about the risky things both of you could do in public space like this. how he donwgraded himself into a cock hungry whore, wanting to take you from every possible hole you can fit into. if it doesnt fit? he'll make it.

@pantalonte

IH MY GOD HI you just came out of fucking nowhere 😭😭😭 i am so normal about alhaitham .. why is he so.. fuckable to a fault...

nsfw utc

oh my god you have no idea how much i love idea of stripping him from his pride. like who would've thought alhaitham of all people would turn out such a whore for you,, people who notice wonder how you got the acting grand sage from this guy who's usually serious and cold to be looking at you with hearts in his eyes.

i like the idea of alhaitham watching you from the corner of his eye, then when you walk out of sight, to somewhere more private with a smirk on your lips, he just knows what you want, and he'd be stopping whatever he's doing, following you to where ever you went.

i hc that alhaitham has terrible oral fixation for your cock that if you don't let him suck on it for at least once a day he would go mad. he will be on his knees for hours on end, sucking your cock for all it's worth. he doesn't care if there's streaming down his cheeks, drool dripping down his throat and onto the floor, his thighs trembling, his lips all swollen and his jaw is aching. if you dont force him to stop, he will suck you until he can't anymore.

literally thinks about ur cock so much its not even funny,, like he's so addicted to it. sometimes he'd reflect on himself on how did he turn out like this, then he remembers every single filth that comes out of your mouth, and he's shamefully getting hard from it.

oh my god i bet he's read of so many books about how to take dick better. mostly so you can easily use him however you'd like. so don't be surprised for your cute lil scribe to have a plug up his ass when you bend him over his office desk :3

100% agree with you , he's just made to take ur cock no matter how much he tries to deny him :( also good i love imagining getting manhandled... yeah you're bending him in so many different positions as if he's nothing bc you just have complete reign on his body and he will never say no., he never fights it whenever you bend him like he's just some fuck doll >3<

make sure to degrade him when u fuck him! for a guy who is pretty prideful at times, his hole gets really tight when you call him your dirty little slut :3

#» asmo's thirst talks #sub genshin #sub alhaitham #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #i've been dying to write other stuff but honestly this is a good warm up for my brain #ive been too lazy to write #anyone feel free to throw in thoughts here actually to get my brain working #sorry this was just word vomit but i needed to let it out HDKSADAS #ty for this brainrot #eating this shit UP ughrgh

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plasma-packin-mama · 4 months

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a cure for them old world blues 💗🎄

(Featuring @thebigolbee ‘s Marlow!)

I talk about fallout down there (mostly nonsense thought dump) ⬇️

Thinking Abt the existence of modern traditions 200 years into the post apocalypse is very interesting to me... I think that the Enclave, bastion of conservatism and WASPism that it was, probably held Christmas traditions pretty intact throughout its lifespan. Good Ol American Values yadda yadda conflating American identity with whiteness and Christianity and the picket fence happy nuclear family veneer. So Arcade had at least a few Traditional Christmases as a kid. Which I think would probably be pretty unique in the wasteland. 200 years is a long ass time for tradition and culture to morph when it isn't being held still a chokehold by an insular community. Idk how strongly cultural Christianity would still be smothering the general zeitgeist around 2281, but I definitely think the traditions of winter holidays would have changed and morphed a lot from what they are today. Idk I'm not an anthropologist.

Anyway, The other big source of info about old world traditions would be old world ghouls like Richie!! I won't talk about his lore because he's not my character obviously, but he was alive before the bombs dropped so he'd know firsthand how Christmas was celebrated back then. I think Delilah would want to set up a Real Christmas celebration for him, "just like in the old days!!" To make him smile :) Arcade could help them get the details right. Someone's making eggnog out of mantis eggs or something. Hey are there chickens in fallout??? Do I remember there being some in 4? Are they just regular ass chickens?

Ok stop talking peep MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS OR IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HAPPY MONDAY LOLOL I HOPE YOU'RE OFF FROM WORK AT LEAST.

#i havent been talking about fallout much bc i habent had any art to share so every time i get on here #i just word vomit all my thoughts #lolol #fallout #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #peepie art #delilah #marlow (thebigolbee)#also dude ive been waiting to draw lilah in daisy dukes for so long #who would've thought the christmas drawing would be the one

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autistic-daniil-dankovsky · 4 months

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remember this? well. let's go!

both ena and an have pretty famous fathers, and it was always somewhat expected of them to be worthy of their legacy, in some way. both of them were told, "of course you're good at art - you're shinei's daughter!" and "of course you're good at singing - you're ken's daughter!" respectively.

they were always perceived via their fathers, not allowed to step outside their shadow and be seen for themselves. they couldn't be ena or an.

and, you know, for a time, they went along with it. i mean, they were good at what they were doing.

but then... all comes crashing down.

for ena, there's the obvious bullshit that's going on with shinei. completely destroying her. because she admired her father, because he was the reason she wanted to do art to begin with, and he told her to her face that she would never be good enough.

her entire world fell apart, that day.

because no matter what she says, ena wants the approval of her father more than anything else. she wants him to tell her that she's worthy of being his daughter, that all her hard work amounts to something; anything.

but then, there's the eventual revelation that she wasn't anything, actually. she wasn't special.

everyone was better than her.

before, ena was a fish in a small pond, and of course, she was among the best. but now she's been dropped in a vast ocean, and she's small, and insignificant.

devoured by all the other fish.

one of them - and admittedly, the most important of them all - being futaba. she joined after ena, but she proved herself in much less time than her. and, even succeeded where ena failed - she never gave up, even when she was harshly criticised. never regressing artistically. never running away from art.

and there's something else, somewhere deep down - a fear. a fear that nightcord will abandon her when they realise she can't keep up with them. that she's not as good as they thought she was.

what will happen of her, then? she'll be all alone. unloved.

an goes through something similar.

she meets kohane, and she decides that this person is going to be her partner. that they're going to surpass THE rad weekend together, that no one could be better for this task but her.

but when she starts that relationship, it's with the assumption that she'll always be the teacher and that kohane will always be the student.

not in a mean, or pretentious way, no, not at all. simply, an was always told there was no way she couldn't surpass rad weekend, since she was ken's daughter. in her small pond, she was also among the very best.

but then, an realises something, too.

kohane is much better at everything than she is.

very similarly to ena's situation with futaba, kohane made much more progress in barely a year than an has in years. taiga - one of the old RADers, and somewhat of an uncle for an - recognised her potential, and asked to train her. not an, but kohane.

and of course, an is happy to know that! because that's her partner and friend, and an is happy to see her grow more confident and get better every day. because she cares. because she loves her.

but there's something in her chest - something that hurts and aches. she has to face the fact that she's not as good as she thought she was, that she isn't worthy of her father's legacy. that she isn't worthy of being kohane's partner, that she might be holding her back.

that she might be abandoned. left behind to rot.

what will happen of her, then? she'll be all alone. unloved.

to me - ena and an are two kids suffering under the weight of a legacy that's too heavy for them to carry, but that they can't let go of. they're also struggling with seeing their peers succeed where they repeatedly fail. they're all about being terrified of being abandoned because they're not good enough.

they're both confronted by this fact.

and it terrorises them.

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becauseplot · 10 months

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Okay so something about the spiderbit wedding has been sitting in the back of my mind for awhile now and I don't know if anyone's talked about it but I just recently figured out the words to articulate it (kind of) so here we go!

Prior to the q!spiderbit wedding, a lot of the fanart/fanfics I saw/read depicted Cellbit waiting at the altar while Roier is walked down the aisle by either Foolish or Vegetta. Which makes sense! It keeps with the idea of the father "giving away" the bride (or in this case, the groom) at the wedding, which wouldn't be possible for Cellbit since he doesn't have any parental figures on the island. So, I was a little surprised when the wedding day came and Cellbit was the one to walk down the aisle while Roier waited at the altar. I was a bit disappointed at first---they missed a chance to do a sweet little spin on a wedding tradition! (Found family* my beloved <3)

But then I kept thinking---something about Cellbit walking down the aisle. Something about Cellbit walking down the aisle. Something about Cellbit walking down the aisle to the altar where Roier, his soon-to-be husband and trusted confidant, stands; where Felps, his best friend whom he just got back from an unknown fate, stands; where Forever, the friend he wronged but never lost faith in and wants to do right by going forward, stands.

Something about Cellbit being alone and walking himself down the aisle towards them like he is making an active choice. After the fear and the isolation, pushing others away and hurting those close to him so he could make himself a martyr because he felt like he had to face the Federation alone and that he could only rely on himself---now choosing to walk towards the altar where they stand---walking towards his happy ending.

Because this is his happy ending. I'm not at all an advocate for the idea of "oh romance/marriage is the only thing that will make you happy in life" but not only is being married to Roier something Cellbit desperately wants, this wedding means so much more than just getting married.

Of course, this isn't really the end, but for someone like Cellbit, it's a start. A new beginning. A brand new chapter of love, friendship, and trust. So yes, Cellbit walks down the aisle at his wedding, and he does it alone, and he does it because he deserves it, and he does it because he wants to, and he does it because he has to, and he does it because he needs this.

*I would just like to note that found family does not have to follow a nuclear formula with parent-child roles and I don't wish to propagate this misconception. That's just how Roier's family is structured in canon. Foolish and Vegetta are boyfriends and Roier calls them (or at least Foolish) "dad" that's just how it is and it is beautiful <3

Also apologies if I get any lore wrong. I'm not a Roier or Cellbit main viewer but I learn a lot through what I do watch of their streams and what I absorb through my dash. Hopefully this still makes sense.

#qsmp #qsmp spiderbit wedding #spiderbit #guapoduo #qsmp cellbit #q!cellbit #spiderbit wedding #yeah i know that everyone's talking about the debates right now but ive been busy all week and im behind on vods #so here have a spiderbit wedding word-vomit post and ill talk about the debates later (maybe)#im reading this back to myself after posting and boy i sure do love italics huh lmao #edit: tiny amendment to this post (bc my brain wont shut up) but i should note that ofc jaiden is also part of roier's little family-#-but i didn't include her in the footnotes bc this post was already getting long and tbh the different kinds of families-#-on the island deserves its own post but i dont have any Big thoughts on the matter apart from it's vvvvv nice to see <3 #dont mind me im just rambling

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thevirtualvalentine · 9 months

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000. ONE PIECE, RED HAIR SHANKS.

content warnings: nsfw, back shots, afab!reader, author is obsessed with shanks using cringe petnames, cunnilings, idk probably more.

plot: somehow it always ends up like this with him. he’s blowing your back out praising you as you take all of him, you’re his sweet girl after all.

Shanks and his silver tongue get you in trouble, pleasurable trouble. Whether he’s chatted you up over a few drinks or slithered his way into your heart, a part of him always belongs to you and vice versa.

“Why don’t we get outta here?” You recognize that glint in his eye, full of mischief and promises of long nights spent together tangled in his sheets. He’ll kiss your bare shoulders as he whispers sweet nothings about his never ending affections for you.

“And what’ll it be tonight, captain Shanks?” you pout your lips as you drawl out his name, tossing your head to the side in your palm as you eye him up and down. His hand lingers comfortably on your thigh as if it belongs there, snug perfectly beneath his finger tips.

“Whatever a beauty like you wants,” he says while leaning in to kiss your cheek. Soft gestures like this from him always leave you flustered, relishing in the warmth that slowly creeps up your face and down your core. “But if you’re in need of suggestions, I have a few ideas.” When his teeth nibble at the sensitive shell of your ear you shiver from his forwardness and blatant disregard to the other patrons at the establishment.

A man like him is intoxicating, inviting, and deviously too attractive for his own good.

And yet again you’ve found yourself nude in his white sheets as the unforgiving waves rock against the Red Force. He kisses you like he’ll never get his fill of you again, deep and sensual as his tongue snakes it’s way down your throat. “You taste so good here sweetheart, wonder if down here is any sweeter.”

You play along, knowing he knows your pussy like the back of his hand. He’s propped you against his pillows as he spreads you like his favorite dessert, eyeing your cunt with hunger he only chooses to divulge himself in with you. “Stop staring Shanks, it’s embarrassing,” you say trying to close your legs from the intensity of his gaze, starting to feel a little self conscious when silence grips the room.

His hand bolts your leg to the bed with a disapproving look on his face. “Why’d you wanna hide this? Such a pretty pussy n’ all for me.” He licks a long stripe from your slit up to your clit, collecting whatever wetness that accumulated throughout the night. He grins as you gasp and buck up towards his mouth, hand holding you firmly in place. “Ah ah ah, very eager tonight are we?”

Shanks and that damn silver tongue, words and phrases that leave his mouth so smoothly as if it’s second nature to him, almost too easily. You sigh in annoyance letting your head fall back against the plush pillows, not interested in playing whatever little game he had in store for you.

You mewl feeling his mouth back on you, suckling sloppily on your clit as he hollows his cheeks but only briefly. “Hey now, eyes on me sweet girl. Don’t go hurting my feelings.” You’re met with that same disapproving look he shot at you earlier.

“Please Shanks, I want you so bad. Haven’t felt your mouth on me in forever.” Granted, it had only been a few weeks. But the things he does to you, you can never forget. It’s addicting. Your own fingers and hands just can’t seem to do what he can. You try inching your hips down towards him, hoping he’ll show you mercy, however it’s to no avail.

He thinks for a moment, contemplating all the dirty thoughts and garish dreams he’s had of you night after night that don’t seem to leave his mind. Echos of eating you out like a man starved before he plows your cunt stupid cloud his mind. He feels thankful dim moonlight enters the room through his window or else you’d notice the pink twinge that lights up his cheeks.

The suspense is killing you, you can practically feel yourself dripping down his sheets in anticipation. He says nothing, opting to kiss the insides of your thighs before biting down on the supple skin. You’re sure it’ll leave marks in the shape of his teeth by tomorrow, too lost in the feel of him loving on you to care all to much about it right now. “Missed you s’much Shanks,” you begin to slur, sex with him leaves you breathless and probably saying things you shouldn’t.

He loves this, melting down your tough exterior till he’s met with your blatant and unadulterated honesty as he gives you satisfaction like no other. The subtle rise and fall of your chest as he inches closer to what he wants most, what he’s been waiting for all week. He guides one of your legs to rest against his shoulder as he places a kiss on your clit, “Gonna make this cute cunt cum all over my face.”

You clench around nothing at the lewdness of his words, complaint on your tongue ready to chastise him for such profanities. It dies in the back of your throat as he dives in, licking through your folds as he curves the tip of his tongue up. “Fuck yes, more more more.” He finds your clit again, giving it kitten licks as the pressure from his tongue increases as it presses down. He’s desperate to hear you fall apart on his mouth, keep praising him like this and he’s unsure how long he can go without sticking his cock in you and demolishing you right there.

His grip on your hip loosens as he lays his tongue flat against your clit, urging you to grind against it as his eyes meet yours. You tread your fingers through his bright red hair as you rock your needy pussy back and forth against his face, soft moans leaving you as he groans from feeling your nails at his scalp. “Yeah baby jus like that,” but it comes out muffled as he’s being used for your pleasure alone.

Shanks’s heavy lidded eyes never leave your face, too enraptured by the erotic look gracing your features. Your mouth hanging open as your abdomen twitches in bliss while you rut against his tongue. You’re beautiful like this, forever ingrained in his mind as you start to come undone. Heavy panting as you cry out for more of him.

His arm unravels itself from being hooked under your leg to tease your entrance with his middle finger. Easing it slowly through that first ring of tight muscle only to pull out again as you try to squeeze him in and not let go. He figures he’s spoiled you too much, removing his mouth from your bud as he keeps his hand positioned at your entrance. “Needy little thing, want my fingers that bad? Desperation is such a good look on you.”

You swear you’re seeing red from his provocations but that’s exactly the reaction he wanted from you, watching your brows furrow as you send glares of animosity his way. He smiles that same big dorky smile before he leans down again to kiss your pussy with an open mouth, filling you up with two thick fingers before you can give any sort of retort.

Your back arches off the bed as the pads of his fingers repeatedly hit that spot in your cunt that makes you gush around his fingers. “Gonna cum already?” He taunts as he ignores the rock hard problem in his own pants, wanting all the focus to be on you right now. “Cmon sweet thing, let go for me.” He watches you hang on the precipice of pleasure as his fingers move faster against your g-spot, letting his tongue make quick work of your aching clit that was desperate for his attention.

A whine sparks at the back of your throat as the band finally snaps in your gut, legs clamping around his head as his tongue and fingers refuse to let up, nudging his head side to side as your thighs lock him in place. “Gods you’re so good Shanks, fuck fuck fuck,” you’re nearly screaming as white clouds your vision from the intensity of your orgasm.

As you start to twitch from the overstimulation he eases up, gently rocking his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. “Damn, that was hot. Lemme fuck you, I can make you cum like that again, promise.” As the world around you clears up you agree to round two with the all but infamous pirate. Shanks stands up to remove the rest of his clothing but you’re scrambling to the end of the bed to remove it for him. “I can do it myself you know.” You pull the sash around his waist to bring him closer as he stumbles a bit.

“I know, just wanna do it for you.” When you smile at him as you untie the piece of fabric he swears his heart flutters a bit. You pull down his pants and boxers in one fluid movement as your lip tugs between your teeth at the sight of his perfect cock. The tufts of red hair that line his stomach down to his shaft makes your mouth water.

“Like whatcha see?” So full of himself, you roll your eyes as you crawl back up the bed, letting your ass sway as a punishment for being so annoying. “Woah, bring that ass back here sweetheart. I’m not done with you just yet.” His change in tone made heat flair up again in your core, when he tells you what to do you know he’s serious.

But, where’s the fun in being completely compliant. “Oh yeah?” You look over your shoulder as you spread your legs for him to get a better view of you. “Then fuck me like you mean it Shanks,” you tease while letting your head droop down to the bed as your back arches, putting your ass on full display for him.

Perhaps giving him a taste of his own medicine would do him some good, you think. It does not. His big hand comes down with a loud reverberating slap that bounces off the walls, accompanied with a cry that you attempt to muffle between the sheets. He loves watching the fat of your ass jiggle from the recoil, “so naughty, for such a sweet thing you have the mouth of a sailor.”

He’s amused by your antics and definitely aroused, he fists his cock a few times to spread his own dripping pre-cum from his tip before he’s lining himself up with your slit. “Swear all it takes is some dick to shut you up.” He lets the head of his thick cock glide through your entrance, your familiar warmth already threatening to drag him in. He hisses as he bottoms out inside you, pelvis pressed firmly against your ass. “Feelin’ full baby?” His hand rubs the globe of your ass as you choke from his girth alone.

“Mhm hm,” is all you can muster as your breaths come out shallowly. “Feels so good Shanks fuck.” You’re left deflated on his mattress as drool threatens to spill out of your mouth. You can feel yourself clamping around him like a vice, walls fluttering from his intrusion.

“You gonna let me cum inside this pussy, right doll?” His hand traces your back delicately while his fingers linger along your spine, making you focus on him and his words rather than his cock that was pulsing within your tight walls. “Always so good for me, n’ with such a perfect ass.” He lands another slap on your bottom, switching the cheek he slapped as you moan and wail out beneath him.

“Shhh, you’ll get your reward soon enough sweetness.” Shanks smooths the area with his palm as he rocks his hips into you at a begrudgingly slow pace. As he feels your walls relax around him more of his cock slips out before plunging back into your soaking warmth. The sound of skin on skin and your sex coupled with the sound of his balls slapping against your folds make you both heated, craving more of each others touch. No matter how close you are or how deep his cock is nestled in your cervix, you can’t get enough of him. Never satiated.

“Harder Captain Shanks please, need it s’bad.” His pace falters hearing you use the title he likes so much, cock twitching against your sensitive walls. You can feel him pulsing with need inside you as he takes you. Asking him to fuck you harder is a dangerous game, he doesn’t want to break you so he usually holds back some as he rails you into the sheets. What fun is it to break your favorite toy?

“So fucking greedy, and you still want more? See if you can take it brat.” One of his legs props itself into the bedding as he finds his balance. Hand gripping your hip with bruising strength as he somehow fills up even more of you. You’re crying into the sheets from sexual ecstasy as he fucks you deeper. He’s moaning lightly watching your ass clap back against him with each thrust of his strong hips.

He’s pistoning into you with no mercy, hearing you whimper just makes him fuck you harder. Your hand tries to press at his stomach to get him to slow down as your high comes too soon, “thought you wanted this pretty girl, t’much for you now?” He grabs both your wrists in his big hand as he restrains you, pulling you back against his thick cock with each thrust. “All of it, you can take it love.” The praise makes you melt and cream around him at the same time. Your voice is hoarse and you can’t even hear yourself bawl as you completely come undone beneath him, waves of white hot pleasure circulating your system as you cum for the second time tonight.

“Atta girl, doin s’well for me. Love fucking this tight cunt.” He’s stunned at how you’re gripping him even after coming down a second time, still he leans down resting his chest against your back to feel closer to you as his own peak nears. With him at your back like this you can hear every moan, every hitch in his breath, and even those things that he’d rather not let you hear as his hips come down on you like a hammer, knocking the wind out of you with each thrust. He wraps his arm around your chest to stabilize himself while his fingers pinch at your nipples.

With him, you have to tell him how much you want his load, beg for it nice and pretty. “Where?” A simple question but you know what he means, he’s too sadistic to just cum where he wants. You have to tell him exactly where and why he should.

“In me, please baby, need to be full of you.” You’re a breathless sweaty mess underneath him, even his scruff scratching at your shoulder adds to your stimulation. You watch him bust at the seams from the corner of your eye. He’s terribly handsome with hair that shades his face, his eyes closed shut as he revels in the feel of you wrapped around him just right.

“So good, you know I love it when you use your words,” you don’t call him terms of endearment often and he’s truly flustered by your soft phrase yet obscene request. Shanks moves his hand to wrap lightly around the base of your throat, “careful what you wish for.” His pace is all forgotten as his orgasm washes over him in heavy waves, hips slamming against you with no mercy as he tries to bury himself impossibly deeper within you. You whine and writhe in his hold because his grip only tightens as he cums. He groans feeling the tension from his balls release as his hot load fills you with each twitch of his softening cock.

He knows he has to pull out but he doesn’t want to, watching all his seed go to waste never sits right with him. Reluctantly he eventually comes to as your form wobbles when he pries himself off you. He hmphs watching it slowly spill and drip down the back of your legs, pushing whatever he can back inside your defiled cunt with two thick fingers. “Cant be wasteful, better for you to keep it.” Always the charmer.

You laugh tiredly at his nonsense as you move your sore body to sit upright. “Stay here I’ll run us a bath,” and of course he’ll always take care of you. You put up with his bullshit and honestly he feels strangely indebted to you for all your patience and love that you show him. He’ll be vulnerable with you as he scrubs your body of any filth or sweat, kissing marks that he himself left on you while apologizing for being so rough. You sit in his lap and talk about miscellaneous adventures for hours while the water prunes you both.

You’re his sweet girl after all, you only deserve the best and nothing short of that.

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