#i didn't mean to draw her with buff arms

[x-reader-things]

omg bro i’ve been actuallly dying for someone to do buff!reader x arcane characters headcanons - i’ve been working hard at the gym so i’d love to see it pay off with my fav characters pretty please !!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!!

I didn’t really get all of the characters on my list like I wanted to, so I just did Vi, Caitlyn, and Ekko. I lost motivation part of the way through and then Star Wars Rebels brainrot got to me and then I didn’t know what else to write, so this will have to to for now. I hope it’s alright.

I hope you enjoy too!! :DDD

“Look at you!”

Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko x Buff!Reafer [separate - could be perceived as either romantic or platonic]

Summary ; In which training hard gets their attention.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; None

Word Count ; 831

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Vi

Vi is pretty buff in her own right as well as you.

I mean c'mon, we've seen her in a tanktop. We've seen her back muscles and arm muscles.

All that time running around the Undercity and keeping herself busy while she was still locked up in prison really paid off.

And while you didn't exactly have the time to train in a jail cell, you certainly did when helping Ekko with the Firelights. You helped him build, and train others since the start of it all.

You both knew each other before everything that happened with Vander and Powder - Jinx - Powder? Whatever she went by nowadays - and Milo and Claggor. You weren't as buff back then like you were now. So when Vi met you again years later after Ekko let her see the Firelight hideout properly, she was pleasantly surprised.

"Look at you!", she had said in quiet astonishment.

"Look at me.", you said back with a smile. She draws you in for a hug. You both squeeze each other tightly. It's been... a long time.

"You filled out well", Vi comments softly in your ear.

"I wanted to be strong like you were", you tell her. "Plus the muscles look amazing on me. Lotta hard work to look like this."

"Well your hard work really paid off - seriously, look at you!" She pulls back, looking at you up and down, eyes roving over the muscles you had toned for months now in endearment. "You're not wrong, they look great on you."

Caitlyn

Caitlyn has had training herself as an enforcer. She's toned herself, but lean all the same.

The muscles are still visibly there, though, of course.

Now you, on the other hand? Buff. Bigger muscles, more sculpted but not to the point of what looks to be like dehydration. You've been working for them for months.

Years, even, at this point.

You weren't an enforcer by any means, but you were consistent in visiting the gym that Caitlyn usually trains at. That's how the two of you met, afterall.

Training in the gym.

One of the days you were both there, she was spotting you on one of the newer equipment that the gym had recently gotten. Courtesy of Caitlyn using her nobility status for personal gain.

And using friend privileges with Jayce who worked with the Piltoven council.

She was watching you as you worked, and her eyes caught onto the muscle she's seen you make yourself over the years.

Thinking back on it, she never really paid too much attention to the changes. It was gradual. She was already used to how buff you looked now, and however you looked before - which was probably still buff, but not as nearly as much as now.

She hummed with a proud look, patting your shoulder when you got off the equipment. "Sometimes I forget how hard you really work. Let’s go take a break and get some water. And maybe some lunch. I'll pay."

You can read through the lines when she gives your shoulder a squeeze. And you caught the way her eyes glanced over you. She was really proud of you, wasn't she?

"Lunch sounds perfect."

Ekko

You’ve been training with Ekko and the rest of the firelights for years at this point.

Well, it’s been seven years, but still years nonetheless.

Your progress was gradual, subtle in the ways that Ekko was already used to you being buff, much like you with him.

He was buff as well, much like you were. But as said before, you both trained together with the firelights. It was normal to see him the way he was, the way he was determined to stay strong - in more ways than one - and disrupt Silco’s horrible Shimmer business and regime in Zaun.

But much like with Caitlyn, sometimes he notices your gains in strength.

How your training has paid off.

You’d be just moving boxes of supplies for everyone in the hideout with him, ranging from medical supplies and medicines, foods and stuff for drinks, and parts for whatever Ekko and a couple of the other engineers create. Even extra toys and supplies for all the other kids you guys kept safe in the Hideout.

And after setting a box onto a pile in the supply room, Ekko glances in your direction, and just stares for a bit, resting his elbow against a metal shelf in the room. A smile ends up pulling at the corners of his mouth, even more so when you notice him looking at you.

“Everything good over there?”, you ask, raising a brow. You turn away and pick up another, smaller box, and stretch up to put the container someplace higher.

“Yeah.”, he chuckles lightly, turning back to the shelf. He pushed a couple of boxes to the side, making room for another. “Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t say it verbally, but the glint in his eyes do.

You look good, and you work hard.

He was proud.

#gn!reader #romantic x reader #platonic x reader #x reader #platonic!reader #romantic!reader #arcane x reader #arcane ekko x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane x reader headcanons #caitlyn x reader #vi x reader #ekko x reader #x reader headcanons #trying to get through my other requests rn #I’ve got like 10 in my inbox rn #and also just a warning #brainrot over Star Wars Rebels might get worse after tonight’s Ahsoka episode #just a warning #AGSHDNFJNFKF #I am so sorry lmao

[opinated-user]

factchecking LO about her fatphobia

wrote her weight on her bio as a trivia fact. the bio very distastefully also makes a point to point that this (the only human plus sized character she has ever even touched) is the "heavist" she has made, only after a woman full of metal that doesn't exist on the same universe.

no other character in all pokemadhouse has their weight being given such an attention like this. no other character on any of her other project that i can remember right now had weight as part of their description at all. LO felt that mattered somehow only when the character was plus sized. in fact, it was important to know her weight and she was only the second heaviest character that LO wrote which... means actually nothing, considering all her other characters have basically the exact same body type, only discounting the very few buff ones who all look the same between each other anyway. read the first line too: the only reason Lacy exist as a character was because of spite and then LO has never done anything with this character again. i didn't even know what was the name of this character and i had to search for her, since LO has conveniently deleted the wiki from the sidebar on her attempt to ignore Violate and all the criticism it brought. i just had a vague memory of seeing another plus sized character somewhere, which stand out a lot when LO has never written anything like and hasn't since then.

to clarify: i never said that it was wrong to use the word heavyset to describe a character. i said that word shouldn't have been applied to Marah because it's definition has nothing to do with how marah is drawn. a heayset is supposed to refer to a character that is especially large because of a strong build. not marah, who only has hips and slighty thicker arms than everyone else. but it's interesting that LO feels so attached to that word to describe the only plus sized character who has appeared for more than two panels, even if it doesn't really apply.

nobody can look at this panel and think that the pokemon is supposed to be a "big girl". you can only fault MO's art so far because at the end of the day, nothing of what she draws gets done without LO's approval. this is a consistent issue with marah's proportions being all over the place, for one, and never being as "big" as LO make it sound like should be. why does this feel like she's trying to gaslight the audience about this? btw LO actually did what she set up to do. i went to confirm.

(i noticed too that carousel is not included as best friend on the list of LO, just MO... and yet LO still wants to use her to defend herself against claims of fetishizing black women. but that's not the point of this post.) LO didn't double down on this one and actually changed something. i appreciate that. good on her for taking note, even if she didn't actually adressed the issue. it would have been even better if she had never bring up her weight in the first place because it was entirely unnecesary and gross but i'll take what i can get. that is one point down.

2. how about calling marah "a round curse"? that's still there.

LO... likes to use very descriptive words when it comes to marah, doesn't she? she's a heavyset, she's a big girl, she's round. it doesn't matter if those words don't all mean the same thing or don't apply at all, LO wants them there. why is that? for the record, i'm not intending to imply any active conscious malice on any of this. it just feels to me like LO likely has some unadressed bias against fatness and that's why she can't bring herself to do anything else but this: think about their weight, words to describe how big they're, make "jokes" about them being round, comments about how heavy they are compared to everyone else. i do think she actually can't help herself without first adressing this bias she has. fatphobia is so normalized and there's so many misconceptions about it that requires active work to stop making those associations the second you see a person that is not skinny. once again, this is about a character that is entirely separate to how she's herself is portrayed so we can't really blame any ED on this. this is about how she's treating plus sized representation and characters that she herself made trying to create that representation, on Lacy's case intentionally so.

3.

LO very conveniently turned anon on again to send herself excuses for why she never says anything positive about "bigger girls". it's because everyone else is so unfair and LO can't risk it. she never saying anything positive about plus sized character or people is entirely the fault of everyone else, not her that has any very obvious and clear preference for skinny bodies. this is what rubs me the wrong way about LO making a huge deal about how she find "every body" attractive, and yet everything she does reveals where her true preferences are. i don't care about her preferences, it's the lying that gets frustrating to witness and her praising herself over finding "every kind of body" beatiful feels self-serving more than sincere. (btw people, including black people, were calling her out for fetishization because of her comments about how black skin was "inherently interesting" and could have improved a character she didn't like, plus at least one comic where rey has crushes exclusively on black women. as a response to the accusations LO brought up one of her exs, a black woman she's not even on friendly term anymore given all the signs LO has provided, as some kind of evidence of "i can't be racist, i had a black girlfriend!" there's more but that was the bulk of it.) (the response that MO made on that same post was disgusting but not the point of this post) i mentioned this on my other entries but to reiterate: even if LO had expressed she was attracted to a "bigger girl" that still wouldn't mean anything about she being fatphobic or not, just like dating one black woman doesn't mean that she can't be racist. the fact that LO think it does speaks volumes about how she can't view people outside of herself as people first and objects of desire second. they have to be turned into objects of desire because she can't imagine accepting people and celebrating their existance on any other way. if the only time you can say something positive about someone is when you're personally attracted to them... that's where the accusations of fetishism come from. because that's literally fetishization.

4.

this is just a lie, the kind that LO loves to make when she wants to deflect criticism. i dare anyone to look all over my blog and try to bring back to me any line where i even implied that. if you do find it i'll be sure to adress it immediately. i can bring you myself this in the meantime.

you can read the rest of the post yourself:

as a sidenote: nobody brings marah's "proportions" more than LO does when talking about marah at all. the line she choose to describe her on her own bio was a "round curse", that is the very first thing anyone will see when look at the bio's page and the one you'd assume was the most important thing to know about her. as far as LO's concerned, the fact she's "round", a "heavyset", a "big girl" is a lot more important for you to know as a reader than know about her personality, her interests or even her own history. (side sidenote: after being described as "heavyset", she's described as a sympathetic harasser who doesn't understand boundaries and doesn't care either, which is still gross and a bad character trait that seems like LO brought back from her pinkiepie's stockholm.) LO made an issue about marah not being skinny before anyone else did, before i ever made my post. it only got worse when i started looking more into pokemadhouse and saw how the other plus sized character was treated as well.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is fatphobic

[zonerobotnik]

I've looked around on Tumblr and Instagram a bit about the original designs of some characters and some deleted scenes from Tangled.

There are a few things I REALLY wish that they could have kept them.

Gothel being capable of transforming into a crow.

Varian having a bed with mechanical arms to brush his hair in morning.

Varian owning a skateboard.

Varian being an adult apple-farmer.

Bastion (I love this giant teddy bear).

Cassandra's moonrock armour actually having spikes and a cape.

What do you think?

Okay, so...some notes. * Gothel turning into a crow - Well, nothing says she can't still do that, it just didn't make it on-screen. She was supposedly a sorceress, but we hardly ever saw her use magic. I'll have to keep that in mind for my fics where she's not dead. * Varian's bed - F in the chat for his awesome bed. His entire room, sadly, never made it off the drawing board, probably on account of all the stuff he has in his room that prove he's actually a rich kid and not a Poor Little Meow Meow peasant boy that they didn't wanna animate. Seriously, he had a guitar, something that kind of looks like a complex alarm clock? A whole lot of books, a globe, and that's just what we can see from his bed. Though, the fact he can restore his lab without much concern after blowing it up is evidence of his family having money. Also, he sleeps in a tower. Something he and Rapunzel have in common and part of why I think he commandeered Rapunzel's bedroom during the takeover. (And also because he needed to cover up any evidence she existed.) * Skateboard - Varian owned a skateboard?! XD Must've built it himself, because they didn't exist until the 1940s! * Varian being an adult apple-farmer - This was, sadly, scrapped because they didn't want him to be competition for Eugene like Andrew. He got aged down to avoid being shipped with Rapunzel, but that doesn't stop the shippers. XD * Bastion - I assume you're talking about Eugene's concept design and not what people have decided to name Varian's concept-art, which many people have being his little brother, apparently. We kind of got him in Frozen, in Kristoff, though Kristoff might be a little more rugged. * Cassandra's armor - Of all the options, why did they pick the one that looked like a goddamn CATSUIT?! There's SO many awesome designs, and they picked the one that looks like she's running around in the buff?! I mean, she IS, the armor destroyed her clothes, but COME ON!

#ask zone stuff

[boyybites]

I’ve been thinking about making a comic with both Sophi and Jinxe as the mains and tbh it’s coming along quite well.

This isn’t apart of the actual comic but it’s more of a look into her actions/behavior that she does get into when she’s very serious about something.

And considering most of my characters are gang related this should be interesting to see what world I build from it.

Art/Character©Boyybites

#oc #oc art #demon girl #oc: sophi #i didn't mean to draw her with buff arms #I have a habit of drawing all my women like that no matter what and doing it with my black ocs #especially the females has come across less than great to those that aren't familiar with my art #i can't draw twig arms anymore unless it's monsteresque #otherwise it looks weird #besides #i usually draw bodies based on personal experiences and what I see #and ngl most women I've met have like...arms #the only women i've seen with stick arms are the older women and skinny teens that come in #everyone else while not buff buff has at least some definition i've noticed #anyways that's no excuse and i'll work on it a bit to improve

[iznsfw]

Idea.

A cold night in the park. Minju: “oppa im cold”.

You: stupidly hug your baby to warm her

Minju: looks at you angrily! Daddy I need your hot baby batter to warm me up inside

You: 😉

The Night Settles In

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

Inspiration: this ask and @kaedewrites' post: “@.iznsfw Minju sex in the park when?”

Today, Kaede. Here's an unedited quickie just for you and anon here ;) Now I'm off. I'm too tired.

Snow paints every tree along your path a cloudy white. A cool wind blows through the park from time to time, so if lucky you can sometimes catch a twinkling snowflake by plucking it out of thin air. If you aren't lucky, you are met with an empty glove and disappointment.

But you won't let snowflakes define your luck. With the girl who owns your heart strolling with you in a night lit by street lamps planted on the sides of the road and the stars in the sky, you are a walking four-leaf clover; you are the luckiest man in the world.

You love these aimless strolls in the park with your girlfriend, Minju. But today, the wintry weather makes you love these little dates even more. The snowflakes that fall from the sky somehow provide a comforting solace within you, even though they are freezing cold when they land on your face or your stuck-out tongue. And with Minju's hand around yours, no amount of cold could get to you.

That isn't the case for her though. While your eyes rake across the sight of withering snowmans and snow-caked park benches, your ears could detect a whine from her.

"Oppa."

You return your focus onto her. There she is beside you, huddled in your white padded winter jacket with her hands making sleeve paws in it.

So adorable.

"Yeah?" you ask her.

She makes a whimpery sound and shivers. "I'm cold."

You chuckle; Minju is such a cutie. She never fails to draw a smile out of you, and how couldn't she when she's there flashing you the most adorable pout ever and shivering like a puppy after a bath?

"I thought foxes liked snow," you remark cockily, hinting at the animal Minju resembles the most. But you open your arms and allow your girlfriend to make herself comfortable between them.

You put a pause your little stroll date to warm Minju. You hug her as tight as you can in, her head in between your shoulder and your arm, and give her a few kisses on the cheek despite your cold chapped lips. Mwah, mwah, mwah.

"Better?" you inquire.

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I need something else."

"I didn't bring any hot packs, Joo. I'm sorry, I'll bring some next time."

"Not that! I need something else."

"What is it?"

"It's something only you can give, daddy."

You immediately understand what she's hinting at when you hear the honorific.

Look down at Minju and you can see the naughty grin on her face. Despite knowing what she means, hesitation still holds you back.

"Here? Right now?" you ask uncertainly.

You look around the park. Nobody is around right now because of the night that is settling in. It's just you, Minju and the pinecone trees, but still!

"Of course!" Minju answers. "Wouldn't you do everything just to keep Mingming warm? Minju wants your hot cum inside her, pretty please, daddy?"

Her sparkling eyes absolutely rob you of any common sense left in you. Who could resist giving this girl the world when she's this cute?

The fluffy date night quickly twists into something else. Realizing how hot Minju looks even with the jacket covering most of her body, you tug off Minju's shorts till they dangle off one of her legs and lift her up. Your lips and hers connect and eagerly search for a taste of each other; eyes closed, Minju lets you nibble on her lower lip while your tongue curls around hers. The moan she lets out brings your cock to half-erectness needed to deliver out your girlfriend's plea.

You pin Minju to the nearest streetlight. Now your hands are free to grip her buff thighs instead, pulling them apart while Minju's hands return similar assistance by unzipping your pants. Soft moans and satisfied sighs continue to fill the cold air.

"Come on, daddy, give Minju what she wants." Minju is certainly demanding, but she helps you meet her needs by wrapping a gloved hand around your dick and jacking it off. You groan at the feeling of the fabric caressing your cock veins. "Fill Minju with your hot cum. Fuck!"

No more wasting time, no more extensive foreplay. You thrust into Minju's tight cunt, hissing at the way her walls immediately clamp down onto you. If she's this tight this early on, you can easily give her what she wants: your load inside her.

You begin with slow yet sharp thrusts. Minju whimpers, biting her lower lip while her long legs curl around you like snakes. You would be glad to be poisoned by this snake though, you joke to yourself. But the chuckle that would have gotten out of you is replaced by a groan upon hearing Minju's girlish moans.

Her tight pussy is coating every inch of your cock with her infamous Kim Minjuice. You make sure to lather it completely with her by slamming your shaft harsher until you are balls deep inside her. Minju's thighs squeezing around you also help you with the task at hand—wait, maybe "at dick" fits this statement better.

"Fuck, baby," Minju yelps, squeezing her eyes shut as you drag your dick out of her till only the tip remains inside and slam it all back in. "Faster! Faster, oh fuck, you're stretching me so well."

And you are: Minju's walls practically part to welcome you in. Her vagina hugs your shaft so tightly that each thrust rubs all her sensitive spots, all the right places.

Your ego swelling with pride, you trail your hand to her wide hips so your thumb could rub circles over her sensitive nub. The moment you do that, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, more juices spilling from her cunt and dripping down her thighs.

Minju's hips rise and spasm so her clit could nestle even more into your thumb. She desperately tries to get you to stimulate it, but you teasingly refuse to. What adds more to her frustration is the sudden slow thrusts.

"What the fuck! You're so annoying," she protests whinily. Her hips begin to move by their own to try and get herself off, but it just isn't enough. "Come on, keep going!"

She's so cute when she's angry. You pretend to be ignorant of her pleads and instead chastise her with a: "Careful, Minju. You're being too loud."

"And you're being too slow! What if I—oh fuck."

She curses when you resume the rough thrusts without warning. That definitely shut her up, you notice; her eyes are closed again but her mouth is wide open.

You close her mouth by closing the little distance between you with a kiss. Her walls contract and squeeze you tighter than ever, but you manage to keep the thrusts steady and consistent. After all, without a proper pace, you wouldn't be able to give Minju what she wants.

You do not want Minju to get cold, so if this were any other situation, you would have zipped up her jacket. However, seeing each thrust cause a delicious bounce from her handful-sized boobs makes you thrust in her faster.

You squeeze at one of them, leaning in to suck at her nipple. It's erect from the cold, so your tongue swirling around it feels even colder to Minju. She yelps a little, but her hands pulling you closer from the back of your head easily tells you that she enjoys it.

"Mmph, ahh, oh fuck, I'm close."

"Already?" you tease, giving her breast one final kiss.

"Oh, shut up! It's your fault anyway!" Minju answers. "And besides, you're—wait, no, please don't stop. I'm almost there."

"Fuck, so am I."

"Cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your little cumsleeve. She wants it—she wants it so fucking… bad!"

Minju's whimpery gasp comes out in the air as a smoky wisp when your thrust become quicker, aimless.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck heavily, biting down on it.

"So close, so close, so close, soclose!" Minju's words come out in high-pitched whines when she cums with you. She clenches down on you so tightly that she finally gets what she wants:

Buried deep inside her, your tip spews ropes and ropes of cum into her. Some stick out and onto her thighs, but you do your best to fuck them all into her.

"Ah! That's better!" Minju gives you a satisfied kiss. "Thank you, daddy!"

#kpop smut #izone smut #kim minju #minju smut #male reader #reader insert #ask drabble

[kkusuka]

Thank you so much for writing my Kenma and Suna imagines I’m in love with them 😍😍😍 and I have another idea for Iwa 🤪🤪 so imagine y/n and Iwa are like best friends ((with mutually pinning)) and they are hanging out after practice just chilling in his room and y/n is like tired of waiting for him to make a move so they decide to be bold and grab his laptop “Iwa lets watch porn” and he just dies and just nods his head. So like while watching it he’s trying so hard not to get a boner which is pissing y/n off so they decide to ramp it up so they turn to Iwa and say “Iwa.....is it okay if I touch myself?” And his face just FLUSHES!! He just squeaks out a yes while thanking the gods above for letting him experience this. So y/n starts doing the do and Iwa still does NOTHING so they lean their head on his shoulder sighing and moaning in his ear and he’s just holding on to a thread his dick the hardest it’s ever been his heart racing his minding fogging and then y/n grabs his hand and brings it to her ✨coochie✨ and says “Iwa please help me, my fingers aren’t as big as yours” and then the string breaks and Iwa pounces and yes pound town for the next few hours 🤪🤪

I think I’m gonna start signing these with a made up name cause I want to keep my account private but I love your writing and writing style and 💖💖😍😍😍 - ✨Puppy🤩

you, puppy, have a mind for the gods.

daddy iwa doesn't play 

fem reader <3 

cw- jdaffy kink

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it felt like having a crush on a rock. that’s what you tell people when thy ask about you and Iwa. you liked him, you liked him a lot. and you had a sneaking suspicion that he liked you back. or you knew because oikawa has told you saying he as sick of you guys dancing around you feelings, but that didn't count. 

and since you knew him so much, and you were very self aware, you came to the obvious conclusion the neither of you would ever tell the other about their feelings. 

but with that constantly running through your mind you subconsciously started to try and make a move. it worked! sometimes. and this, him practically ignoring you for a volleyball clip, was not one of them. 

i mean come on! you were in spandex and one of HIS shirts, never mind the fact you were hanging off his extremely buff arm. you didn't even know id he realized that he was drawing circles on your hip, the boy didn't know how turned on you were. 

then all of a sudden you remember what a fried had told you. she had watched this stupid rom-com and never stopped talking about it. you desperately searched your mind for the exact thing she had been saying that got the two together. 

so they were in his room right! and they were watching a movie then all of a sudden she asks to watch porn! weird but he agreed and they were both so turned on that they hooked up! isn't that crazy yet the smoothest thing you've ever heard? 

and before you could even think: 

“Iwa? wanna watch porn?” 

frozen. was he having a wet dream? it sure felt like it. he had to take a second to look around hos  room to make sure it was real. this was it, you handed a golden opportunity to him. “o-ok, yeah, we-we can” damn, he sounded like a twelve year old, hell, right now he felt like a twelve year old. 

so he opened his private browser and almost immediately wanted to close the entire computer. he had been waiting porn the night before, specifically “daddy rails his little girl into the couch” and to make it any worse if possible the girl looked almost impossibly like you. 

and just the way things had been going, you grabbed the laptop before he would move. “Iwa! we watch the same stuff!” before he could even process that one you had started the video and sat back into him adjusting the screen towards him. 

he was too busy thinking about how you had openly admitted that you were into the same shit as him to realize you had grabbed his hand and was playing with his fingers. when the people on the screen finally started going at it you hit him with what he thought was the final blow;

“haj? i’m gonna touch myself okay?” oh, and you touching and rubbing your little clit and you just and— oh god he couldn’t even think. the girl he had jacked off to for years was pulling her panties down and playing with her cunt as she laid next to him.

within five minutes he could hear the squelching and your fingers plunging in and out of your dripping hole. he felt like it was getting harder to breathe, his hands were gripping his bed sheets like his life depended on it.

you had proven him wrong yet again, that wasn’t the final blow not even close. eventually you had huffed and pulled your fingers out of your sopping cunt with a pout. it took you a second before you grabbed his hand, specifically his pointer and middle fingers.

“haj~ your fingers are so much bigger than mine, would you help me out?” you couldn’t even believe that you were saying any of this but the point of no return was far beyond you. this was happening or it wasn’t.

iwaizumi could hear his resolve snapping, you wanted to get fucked? fine.

within the second he was on top of you shoving his fingers into your quivering pussy. “look at that, you’re dripping all over the place, you really are just a simple whore.” he was leaning back, watching his fingers disappear into your depth while his thumb flicked your little clit.

“go on. tell daddy how much you like being his whore. reaching his other hand over he grabbed your cheeks as he continued his assault on your little cunt.

at fisrt you hadn’t even realized he had asked you to do anything, it took him flipping you over and giving your ass five warning slaps for you to formulate a sentence. “tell me. now.”

“i-i love it! da-daddy please, please” good girl, you learned quick. there were still a few things you needed to learn, namely that you belonged to him and being greedy wouldn’t get you anywhere except on your knees.

but he had the rest of the night for that, right now he’ll make sure you’re good and fucked out by midnight.

#iwaizumi x reader smut #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi haijime x reader smut #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff

[littleeyesofpallas]

I was going to do these at random but then i got it in my head to stage these as an alternative first round of fights like in the manga, even though we really didn't get to see most of those play out...

To start i feel like the most obvious match up that we missed out on would've been Zaraki fighting Driscoll: For one Zaraki works around the bankai theft by not having one, and his whole made for battle/blood knight character type plays directly with The Overkill. Kind of like in his fight with Nnoitra, it'd make for a great emphasis on what Zaraki's actual strengths are; not that he simply fights and kills people, but that his supposed infinite potential comes from being pushed to his limits and learning to adapt and overcome new opponents. By contrast Overkill only gives Driscoll more power based on killcount, even if the people he slaughters are weak and he doesn't learn anything from fighting them.

So, the fight could start with the two of them both hacking their way through waves of faceless low rank goons to draw a parallel, but in the fight itself Zaraki's emphasis would be on drawing on meaningful fighting experience even with no bankai, while Driscoll would rely on a stolen bankai and a superficial killcount. There could be a fun moment where in a fit of desperation Driscoll tries to boost his power by squeezing in extra kills, targeting more weaklings, and lashes out at Yachiru, but she deflects his attack all on her own, he's shocked and confused, and in the moment of hesitation Zaraki lands the finishing blow.

Much less thematic, but I feel like Bambietta, with The Explode, would've made for a better counter measure to Byakuya's Senbonzakura. She could've opened the fight with her projectiles and Byakuya would got through his usual routine of fighting at a distance and being dodgy and precise with his blocks and counters, until suddenly he'd realize there were less petals than before, and Bambi could explain how every time he "blocked" her Explode projectiles they turned some of his thousands of blades into bombs and blew up. And she'd taunt him about how many blades does he have left and how long can he keep up defending himself while sacrificing his petals. He'd smugly use his bankai to summon up its crazy number of petals and ask if her explosions can keep up with so many petals, but then we'd get the reveal and she'd seal it away. Then Byakuya would have the moment of stark realization where he has zero petals to fight with. And then he'd get blown to hell and back before ending up in basically the same situation he was in with As Nodt in the actual manga shoved into the back of a bloody crater.

Similarly I don't think there's too much thematic resonance in this match up but I like some of the kind of obtuse dynamic they could have. it's never properly addressed, but we do know that Candice is technically one of the newer Sternritter, as she's said to have less control over her Vollstandig when hers is involuntarily prompted. Giving her lightning theme I like the idea that maybe she's something of a prodigy herself. Obviously not as young as Hitsugaya, proportionally speaking, but a fast learner and someone who rocketed up the ranks of the Wandenreich as a genius technician of Quincy skills. Hitsugaya could have a little back and forth about what it means to be a genius, and the difference between instantaneous intuition and carefully practiced talent. It would prompt his bankai and how real power comes from sober self reflection and not self aggrandizement, but then she'd take advantage of his weather gathering, like he used with Tier, and use it to amplify her lightning, get one good hit in, Hitsugaya would brush it off and ready a counter attack, and she'd seal his bankai.

Also room for some kind of banter with Rangiku, I'm sure. Probably with her calling Rangiku old and starting a whole cliche back and forth over that.

Meninas deserved more love, and screen time, and a real fight to herself. I feel like the best way to really illustrate her schift as The Power would've been to have her, and not the early unrevealed PePe, be the one to fight Jidanbou. Not that the gate guardians even make much sense being involved when the Quincy didn't invade through the four gates, but still... I'd love to see little Mini just arm wrestle Jidanbou and/or the other gigantic gate guardians into submission effortlessly. Have Komamura show up with his bankai as the one thing even bigger than the gate guardians. And then Mini steals it, instead of Bambietta, and gets into a raw strength beatdown with Komamura himself as the biggest of the captains.

I'm still mad she never hulked out properly. We only ever got the one panel of her with a buff arm going after Liltotto when she got lovestruck. Unrelated to this iteration of alternate fights, but it also would've been neat to see her fight Kira; he'd try and utilize his shikai the usual way, but Meninas would just get bulkier the heavier Wabisuke made her to carry the additional weight. And then Kira would end up baffled and terrified in the shadow of a fully hulked out Meninas.

Maybe a little too obvious, but I feel like a proper wushu fight between Sui-Feng and Cang Du was stolen from us. It also would've been a perfect set up for the bankai theft because Sui-Feng could go full assassin but immediately run into the problem that if Cang Du's Iron skin can't be pierced, then she can't leave any marks to hit twice. So obviously that makes her only option the bankai, and he can swipe it from there. I feel like unlike most of the other captains Sui-Feng would get to have a cool moment where she still fights Cang Du to a standstill even without her bankai, but then of course he just sinks back into the shadows at the end of the first raid.

This one feels like a stretch, but for all the weirdness of PePe and the creative choices that went into him, I liked the little bit of his explanation of his powers where it wasn't just a romantic or erotic kind of Love that his power controlled, but that he compared it to the instinctive need to protect an innocent baby. And with Jizo being the patron deity of dead children, it would have been really cool to see him have some thematic play with Mayuri. I know it's not how his powers worked in canon, but I actually would've really liked if his power wasn't as directly focused on himself. So that he could provoke people to act on their strong desires to the detriment of logic, but without a lot of direct control over it. So he'd hit Mayuri, and Mayuri would shrug it off because he doesn't care about anyone and then without warning Nemu would be put in danger in the course of the fight and Mayuri would be compelled to protect her. And he wouldn't know what happened as he threw himself in the way of an attack. Then like everyone else he'd pull bankai and PePe could steal it, so that weird creepy cupid man could have a giant creepy baby. but more importantly Mayuri could quietly and furiously ruminate on his feelings during the interim training arc

I know Mayuri didn't actually lose his bankai with the rest during the first attack in the manga, but it felt like he should have since his was part of that batch of SS arc bankai we saw earliest and got kind of accustomed to throughout the rest of the Arrancar arc. (more so than Sui-Feng's at least) Actually in regards to that same sentiment, I feel like renji should have lost his bankai too, even though his ostensibly posed less of a threat than some of the more well honed captains'. It's a shame that so many of the lieutenants just kinda got lost in the background of this arc. It would've been really cool to see the gotei compensate the loss of their bankai by doing more tagteams and group fights

#Bleach #i dunno #do i tag this as AU? #i dont really do this sort of thing normally #shinigami #sternritter #quincy #bankai

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Unopened At Your Feet

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: Sam Winchester and I were volcanic. This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Pairing: AU Sam Winchester x female reader (Narrator), AU Dean Winchester x female reader (Narrator)

Warnings: AU, explicit, weed-smoking, canon-compliant "Becky roofied Sam", keeping secrets bc they're dumb, love triangle, self-flagellation

Words: 3800

AN: This is my first entry for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo and fills my FREE SQUARE with #LoveTriangle

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“He’s kind of a tightass.” Dean exhaled the smoke he’d been holding as he passed the joint to me. “But he’s a damn good kid. Smart as fuck, disciplined -- after Mom and Dad died I kinda raised him myself.”

I inhaled, watching Dean’s features relax and shift to affection.

“You miss him,” I said, handing the joint back.

We’d just closed the bar and he invited me back to the bunker. Going back to the bunker with Dean was always a good time.

He stared into space for a beat before blinking back to reality. “Yeah. I mean yeah I miss him a lot. But,” Dean paused, taking a long drag before pinching the cherry off into the ashtray on his bedside table. “He’s gotta be a grown-up, do his thing.”

I rolled closer and slid on top of him under the cool sheets and blankets. “Becky said they had a thing."

“Becky’s full of shit,” Dean said, running his hands up my bare thighs to rest on my hips as I settled over him, skin on skin.

I giggled, dropping my forehead to Dean’s chest. “She’s... interesting, but she’s nice, ya know?”

“You’re adorable, but she’s a liar,” he said shifting me up and back and forth until he slipped inside, and I groaned. “She roofied him so he’d fuck her.”

“Oh, my god, what?” I halted our movements.

Dean nodded. “They hooked up two days before he left for Stanford and he tested positive for the drug the next day.”

“Becky wouldn’t do that,” I swore. She was an odd girl in a million ways, but she wasn’t vindictive.

Dean rolled his eyes before flipping us so he was on top. “Whatever.”

He nuzzled my jaw and pressed his lips to my throat. “No more Becky talk -- or my little brother. You're blessedly fucking naked, high, and on my dick. Now’s my time to shine.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips and sighed. “Shine on, baby.”

Sam Winchester and I were volcanic; we burned fast and hot and destroyed a whole lot of things in the process.

I would never admit this out loud, but I fell in love with him the night we met.

This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

“Oh!” Becky gasped, digging her bony fingers into my bicep.

“Jesus, Becky.” I pried my arm free from her grip and reached for my beer. "You look like you saw a ghost.”

She let go a shrill chortle, drawing the attention of several surrounding bar patrons.

“Dude.” I was genuinely concerned for the girl’s wellness. I spent half my days with her worrying that she’d eventually swoon herself to death.

“Sam,” Becky whispered, finally dragging her wide eyes back in my direction.

I retraced her gaze to the door where Cas and Gabe were chatting to a tall, buff and bronzed surfer type. He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, showcasing the kind of smile you want to feel against your throat.

“Dean’s brother, Sam?” I muttered, and Becky spun on me.

“Yes,” she hissed.

I nodded, absently running a hand up and down her arm in what I hoped was a soothing gesture as I let my eyes wander back toward the door.

“Little brother ain’t so little, I see,” I said, marveling at the breadth of his shoulders.

“You’re not wrong,” Becky tittered on the verge of full-fledged mania.

I shot her a look. "You sound pleased with this memory."

“What?" She squirmed under my scrutiny. "You’re not the only one who can have a history!”

I scoffed. "Didn't this guy break your heart? You're practically giddy right now."

Becky's mischievous facade crumbled, and I sighed.

"Let's just have fun tonight, OK?" I said. "It’s my birthday!"

Becky straightened in her seat and forced a smile. "You’re right. Want a shot?"

I rolled my eyes. "Do I want a shot... Of course, I want a shot!"

Becky grinned in earnest before turning to order as I turned back toward the door.

Sam stood aside as Cas and Gabe checked IDs, scanning the bar with a smile.

The Winchesters owned several businesses and real estate in town, including Rocky’s bar, the bunker where Dean housed most of his employees and several college students in need of a roof over their heads, and a few other shop fronts on Main Street.

Sam looked pleased with the crowd, or maybe he was just glad to be home until his gaze landed on Becky.

She squeaked next to me. “Oh, no -- he saw me." She started spinning in circles like a self-destructive top.

"Becky!" I gripped her chair with both hands to stop her from winding herself all the way up and out into space. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Shots." Meg appeared with three glasses of what I hoped was tequila. "C'mon, I got a full bar."

“Becks, let's do this,” I encouraged Becky. “It’s my birthday. Fun, remember?”

Becky calmed barely enough to take the shot but soon groaned aloud as Sam slowly made his way toward us.

"Why won't the floor open up and swallow me to Hell," Becky whined.

"Stop, it was five years ago, people move on"

"Whadda you know?" she griped. "Guys love you, they're lining up around the corner just to buy you cocktails you won't ever even drink." She rolled her eyes.

"Becky..."

"Oh, god, here he comes," she whimpered.

"Hey, Becky." Sam greeted her with a tight smile.

"Hey, Sam," she replied, sounding apologetic already. "How're... you... uh, this is my-"

"Roommate," I inserted myself in an effort to save her from further embarrassment.

In hindsight, I should've minded my own business.

Becky gave me a small, grateful smile before muttering something about the bathroom and wandering off.

I extended my hand to Sam, offering my name.

When his eyes finally met mine and he accepted the gesture, it was as if he'd dropped a lit match to brush -- the air and heat rushed around us, my head was very light, and I was out of breath in an instant.

"I've heard about you," he said, stroking his thumb across the back of my hand.

Heat licked my breast bone and up my throat before flushing my cheeks. I wasn't used to feeling the way he made me feel while fully clothed.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, vaguely wondering what exactly he'd heard about me.

I hadn't spent much time discerning between Dean’s pride and admiration for his little brother and Becky's scorn, so I wasn't quite convinced Sam had ever thought about me at all.

"Yeah." He was still holding my hand.

I pulled my chin up and drew a deep breath, attempting to pull my hand from his. He deliberately squeezed my hand before relinquishing it from his grip.

"You don't believe me," he said, swiveling the adjacent barstool around to take a seat.

We’d known each other for two minutes and were already having trust issues.

"Did I say that?" I asked, struggling to hold his gaze and be cool at the same time. I felt like I was on a tilt-a-whirl of emotion -- temptation, doubt, fascination.

“Didn’t have to -- it’s in your eyes,” he said. “Among other things.”

"A'right, birthday bitch." Meg cut the tension once again with shots and a smirk. "These're from Daddy."

She nodded toward the pool area where Dean was running a table on a group of clueless fraternity brothers, and Sam rolled his eyes.

Tonight was supposed to be a chill night at the bar then after-hours at the bunker. I assumed I'd end up naked in Dean’s bed with birthday cake and more orgasms and giggles than a girl can dream.

Until his brother showed up.

"Well," Sam interrupted my inner quandary. "Happy Birthday."

I blinked back at him and studied his eyes for a beat. There was something there that I couldn’t quite distinguish -- a challenge I couldn’t refuse.

Meg snapped her fingers in rapid succession. "None of us're gettin' any younger, peaches.”.

Sam and I obeyed her command and raised our glasses before throwing back our shots. Meg quickly rounded up the glasses and got back to work.

I sipped my beer as Sam refocused his attention on me, resting his elbow on the bar and loosely gripping his wrist in one hand, toying with the beaded bracelet he wore.

"Daddy, huh?" he asked.

My eyes snapped to his, and his eyebrows jumped with amusement just as his chin dipped to his chest. I dropped my gaze to the thick slope of his neck and followed the flexing muscle to his sculpted shoulder. His sharp collarbones glistened in the low light as he leaned in, so close I could smell him.

"Meg calls him Daddy, just to be a smartass."

"Hmm," he murmured, staring me down.

I closed my eyes and drew a shaky breath.

Sam chuckled quietly as he relaxed back into his seat, grabbing his beer along the way.

“Sam!” Charlie came jogging down the bar rail before launching herself at him.

Sam stood, wrapping his arms around and lifting her off her feet. She giggled with delight as he spun her around before setting her on her feet again.

“You look so good!” she exclaimed. “You’re so tan, it’s gross.”

Sam laughed. “Well, I spent a lotta time at the beach, so I guess I come by it honestly.”

“As long as you wore sunscreen,” she said, her eyes darting between us. “You two meet?”

My cheeks flushed anew, and I looked away to flag down Meg for another beer, lest Charlie be Charlie and see something I wasn’t ready to admit.

“We did,” Sam answered.

I could feel his eyes on me, but I was too afraid to look at him again.

“Cool,” Charlie said, clapping her hands together as she backed away. “Well, gotta get back to work, just wanted to get my arms around my big bro.”

She shot me a pointed look, and my insides flipped before she blew us kisses and made her way back to the DJ booth.

“See ya later,” Sam called after her.

I tried to focus on my beer and act like I wasn’t on the most epic amusement park ride in my head and chest. Sam perched on the edge of his barstool and settled in place with his palms braced against his upper thighs. He slid one knee up between mine and the other along the outside.

The pressure of his knees against the front of my stool gently propelled me forward and the worn denim of his jeans rasped the sensitive skin of my thighs.

"Hey." His voice was devoid of his earlier taunting. It was open and gentle. For a moment, he almost sounded like his brother.

"What?" I asked, sensing heat build where we were connected.

"Look at me," he commanded.

My skin prickled in defiance, but I did so begrudgingly, sipping my beer as a shield between us.

"I like you," he said, extending one long finger to brush my forearm.

I closed my eyes and set my beer aside, letting him burn me where he traced a pattern on my flesh.

"This's been a whiplash-inducing conversation, I gotta be honest,” I said. “You go from undressing me with your eyes to mocking my sexual behavior to telling me you like me all in the space of ten minutes."

Sam chuckled and hung his own head in embarrassment for once.

"I'm sorry," he said, his eyes a harlequin of jade and citrine ringed with pale sapphire. "Sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my brain. I wasn't criticizing you. I like you and I want to get to know you -- what you like, what you do... how you feel."

I arched a brow. "Like I said, Sam -- it’s been ten minutes."

He shrugged and tilted his head, briefly pouting as if to consider his next words carefully. "I see something I like and time doesn't matter. I want what I want -- all or nothing."

I should've known then that it wouldn't end well.

"That's a tall order," I replied.

"Just the right size, in my opinion," he said, dragging his eyes down and up my form, lingering over parts of my body that made me feel naked all over again.

"Dean and I..."

Sam briefly tensed then jutted his chin. "It’s nothing serious, right?" he asked.

Red flags beat the inside of my ribcage.

"Right," I answered.

Dean and I weren't a regular thing, but he was my best friend. He was there to celebrate my highs and pick me up when I was low. I loved him with all my heart, and he was going to hate me.

Sam and I left the bar and our friends behind. As I took one last look inside the bar, I caught Becky’s eye. She was at her boyfriend Chuck’s side, but her eyes were on Sam and me.

I ignored the sense of foreboding in my chest and followed Sam to the food trucks. There was a rare chill in the air with the promise of an even more rare snowfall, and I shivered, looking up at the clouded night sky.

“Gyro?” he asked.

“Sure, yeah -- sounds great.” I smiled, watching him order for us both. Watching him count out his money to pay and pull napkins from the dispenser was practically pornographic; his hands were sinful.

“You up for walking and eating?” he asked, handing me my favorite after-bar snack.

“Totally,” I answered, getting a handle on my dinner. “Happy Birthday to me!” I excitedly dug in.

Sam arched a brow. “Guess you’re easy to please,” he muttered, taking an experimental bite.

Two seconds later he was chewing the nosh appreciatively.

“See? Fucking delicious, right?”

“I mean it’s still food truck food and... a mess,” he said, wiping his fingers.

I laughed with my mouth full as we made our way the short mile back to the bunker.

When we arrived, there were streamers and balloons. Everyone was wearing party hats, and Dean was lighting candles on a sheet cake in the dead-center of the large game table.

As the thick, metal door slammed shut behind us, Dean looked up and grinned. "Birthday Girl!"

"Heeeeeyyyy," I called, descending the stairs with Sam hot and heavy behind me.

Dean met me at the bottom of the stairs with a cup of bubbles and one of those curly noisemakers. When he dipped in for a kiss, I panicked and turned my face in time for him to connect with my cheek.

He slowly pulled back and dragged his eyes up to where Sam was standing behind me.

The brothers shared a silent, tense exchange before Dean looked down at me again, standing to his full height.

"Well..." he spoke quietly as he slowly backed away. His gaze was heavy and his lips twisted with a rueful smirk. "Happy Birthday, princess."

Then he turned on his heel to lead the group, who were oblivious to the moment, in a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday.

The rest of the night was a blur of bubbles and sugar. Dean kept his distance until he finally dragged Lisa Braeden, the single mom from down the road, to bed with him.

"Aww," I cooed, feeling a small lump in my throat. "I always thought they should hook up."

"She's adorable," Charlie confirmed. "Plus, yoga studio. Maybe she can get Dean into an exercise routine."

I snorted. "Right, like that's gonna happen."

I caught Sam staring at me for the 17th time that night. He'd grown quiet over the last half hour or so as the party began to wind down, but his gaze was immolating.

"Girl, I gotta get to bed, workin’ the second job tomorrow." Charlie bent to kiss the top of my head.

I waved to Stevie where she was waiting for Charlie at the mouth of the corridor.

"Night," I called as they made their way to their room.

Cas and Meg peeled off, as did Gabe and Rowena. Becky and Chuck never did show up.

"I 'spose I should clean up here so Dean doesn't wake up to a mess in the morning." I stood to set about finding a trash bag to discard the scattered cups and paper plates.

Sam hooked a strong arm around me from behind and scooped me up. "Not so fast," he said, smiling down at me as he turned to take the steps back up to the door.

I squirmed, slightly uncomfortable with his insistence, but his heat and scent, and the ease with which he moved were distracting.

"Where're we going?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.

"It's snowing," he said.

"I'm not wearing shoes!" I laughed.

He was unpredictable in such a wondrous way. It all seemed wildly romantic at the time.

"That's why I'm carrying you, silly," he answered with his own laugh.

He left the door ajar behind us as he walked out into the gentle fall of snow. I arched my neck and let the soft flakes pepper my cheeks. When I looked him in the eyes, he finally, finally kissed me.

His whiskey-sweet taste and the scent of Palo Santo soothed my senses. My heart hammered with every twist and slide of his lips. When he pulled back one small inch, I gasped for air.

"Come to bed with me," he muttered, dragging his lips along my jaw and down my throat.

As if I ever had a choice with him, I nodded in agreement and clutched his flannel in my fist, baring my throat to his lips and teeth.

Miles and miles of sun-kissed skin, sculpted and smooth, strong hands and teeth. He held me down and kissed me -- held me down and licked me deep.

I gasped, twisting his hair in my clenched fists, a mess of convulsing limbs, my stomach rolled and twitched under my skin, as I looked down at him. I tried pushing him away with my feet against his shoulders, too sensitive but still wanting. He held fast with his ship-rope arms twining my thighs.

He was working toward orgasm number three without stopping, both palms resting heavily over my lower belly and tongue sliding firmly just under my clit and inside to curl, as his lips closed over my mound.

I gasped and sobbed and gave in. It wasn't worth the fight.

"Sam," I breathed, arching my spine and letting go.

"Good girl," he murmured, dragging one hand from my hip and underneath, then sliding two fingers inside as he lapped and sucked at my clit.

The leather of his old worn couch was slick with sweat and, before I knew it, we were sliding from the cushions to the floor.

"Ow." I sat up as best as I could, pretzeled together as we were.

"Oh, shit," Sam laughed. “Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I grumbled. "Pretty sure this fancy padded rug took the brunt of the impact."

"OK, but, let's move to the bed anyway." He pushed himself up before offering me a hand.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" I asked.

Sam chuckled as he led me to his bed. "Long game."

He enunciated his L in a way that made my toes curl.

"Get in bed. I'll get us some water."

I burrowed under the soft sheets and heavy blanket as Sam filled two glasses with water from his tap before returning to join me.

"Seriously, you're still wearing your belt," I said as he kneed onto the bed and handed me my water.

I sipped mine as he gulped his down, Adam's apple bobbing, before twisting at the waist to set his emptied glass aside.

"Whadda you want me to do with my belt?" He looked down at me, slowly unfastening the metal buckle.

"Anything you want," I whispered.

He slid the heavy leather from the denim loops then promptly dropped the accessory to the floor. "Better?" he asked.

His jeans were slung low, exposing the band of his boxer briefs.

"More," I said, setting my glass aside before reaching for his button and zipper.

He grinned in amusement, hands-free watching me unburden him from the confines of his pants.

I climbed out from under the covers to kneel facing him. He started kissing me again, sliding his fingers into the tangled mess of my hair and fucking my mouth with his. I shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips and thighs before collapsing to my side again.

"Condoms," Sam said, nodding toward the nightstand to my right.

I reached over and pulled one from the box as he shucked his jeans and underwear to the floor. When he faced me, I had to swallow back the drool that filled my mouth.

He snagged the condom and quickly got rid of the package before rolling it on as his eyes raked over me. Quick as lightning, he was on me, kissing my mouth and jaw, scraping teeth over my skin, and burying himself between my thighs.

He guided himself inside, and I groaned, bending my knees and opening my legs wider to take him in.

"God," I breathed.

"Yeah," Sam replied with a grin so blinding, I had to close my eyes.

I lifted and wrapped my legs and arms around him as he hid his face in my neck and slid his forearms under my shoulders.

His thrusts were so solid and strong I could feel the vibrations in my chest like fireworks.

And as I came undone, I felt that smile against my throat, just the way I wanted.

Chapter Two

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Levora, aka Mrs.L

This is a DNA breed formation of herself. I will draw her original form. TAKE NOTE: the villans' style will have something in common as to there is a SECRET connection to Lupin's (changed Logan's name cuz it fits more) lore in the future seasons. I'll give you guys a little cake from her story.

Levora was an empress of a large and robust Japanese tribe, where the residents would go to learn the martial arts of wind, jujitsu, and ninjutsu. The civilians loved her as a woke ruler and majestic, graceful guardian. She, too, invented the arts of portal summoning, sacred to the people that only a secret cult could practice. She kept the kingdom balanced and nurtured. Their best bargain trade was exquisite alcohol "Neyen," famous to the western empires for having "such taste of sweet and gentle pink petals of high spiritualism with an after taste of cranberry juice." Her tribe was described as having a highly artistic heritage. Immigrants were willing to export their talents to the village as long as there was no harm. Although, strangers not from the town would snicker, saying that their ruler looked too seductive and had an eye out for hot men to swallow. Others would say that she hypnotized her servants to do her bidding.

To this, not many people would visit for their own dirty words. Until one day... A man covered in a cloak entered through the guards unharmed. Levora was hiking in her garden til she spotted him sitting on the bench with two birds singing in his right hand. She walked up to him to demand information formally. He looked up at her, "What divine beauty... My apologies." He takes off his cloak, "I am Lupin Castro from the kingdom of Naples, Loyal Captain as the Green Knight and head butler of my king...... and yes, I am Spanish." "Well, aren't you hot to be a servant?" "Why look at me if you have a sexier look with your expensive kimono, eh?" She blushed.

"Hmph, What dictionary. I'm intrigued to talk to you. Please join." The two walked off as their journey of love just started to take place. She questioned why he visited since people, especially men, wouldn't give much thought to doing so. He took a second to take in the atmosphere, "I felt bored, so I decided to explore a bit." The empress looked at him suspiciously, "A bit? ...... Pardon me but do you know how far the kingdom of Naples is from here? .... Or is it that you came here for something important that I don't know of." She gave him a look of distrust. Lupin simply smiled and opened his arms wide. "Do you think I came here for destruction? I'm unarmed, as you can see-" "I'm fully aware of that, but you can be a spy, and that I can't have."

He closed his eyes while scratching his head, giving a soft sigh. "With all due respect, your lovely Highness, I am a traveler and your visitor from far away. Didn't you say your kingdom didn't have many visitors nowadays?" Levora looked away, taking time to process her wires. "You are right." She looks down in defeat as she is still curious about this man she just met a while ago. He gave a glinting smile of notice. "But! As long as there is no disruption to my territory, you can be our welcomed guest." With that demand, the commander didn't worry for a second. "I'm fine by that, um..." A brutal grumble roar broke the silence from the woods. She looked at him neutrally, "I can solve that problem."

^at the villagers' bar^

Women and men with eastern robes celebrated their drunkness, cheering for their happiness and lack of judgment. Beers cling together as buff men laughed out loud. The two were sitting at the table behind the crowd. Lupin looked around, confused, "...So, where are your servants to serve your wine and give? You're the empress, after all." The mistress giggled, "Just because I'm the empress doesn't mean they have to serve me all the time. Look around, Lupin; What do you see?" "A bunch of drunks having their hangover?" "....... yes, but what do the majority have in common?" The man scanned the room and was shocked. "These are your troops? Aren't they suppose to guard the forts?" She nods, "Yes, but there are four groups in rotation. They take turns resting since they train so hard to keep my villagers safe. It's a way of gratitude I have for them."

"Wow, my king would never do that..." Levora looked at him; His enthusiasm disappeared from his face to only show low self-esteem and little anger by staring down at the alcohol. She politely calls over the waitress, who was just passing their table. "Please bring me two bottles of Neyen, please." "Oh! Yes, your Majesty!" "What's a Neyen? Is it some type of alcohol?" the curious man asked. "Oh, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

Last Part Trying to craft up

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[my-brothers-corrupted]

How is the meeting going JJ? Are you having fun meeting new people?

It's really good, the meeting.

He doesn't talk too much, and maybe he looks down at his dinner for most of it, but it's still... yeah. Really good.

Everybody speaks in sign. There are a couple non-Deaf and non-mute people there, some parents of young Deaf children still trying to find their way through the changes it brings, and some partners there to be supportive and just have fun with their spouse and friends. Some of them have hearing aids and some don't. Some of them have always been Deaf and some haven't. One man has a communication board. One woman, like JJ, can hear but not vocalize.

He feels okay. And everyone is nice.

By the time dinner's gone and they're all just talking, he's more engaged in the conversation. He's chatting with the guy beside him, Theo, a true crime buff signing about some disappearance in Australia. JJ wonders if he'll be upset by the discussion, but after a few minutes he still feels fine, grinning as he watches Theo sign so fast and so casually that your translation software can barely keep up. Theo's naive about the shit that JJ's been through, and even though he's watching all these shows and podcasts about bad things in the world, he doesn't really get it. But there's something really nice about that - about his eagerness to help and the way it feels like something faraway to Theo, something that could never happen to him. JJ thinks that most people should be this naive. It's good. It feels safe.

After about an hour and half, they're dispersing, signing goodbyes and arguing over where they'll go next time, and everybody seems to be taking the individual time to tell JJ: "see you next time, thanks for coming, so nice to meet you!" The organizer, Lisa, makes sure she has his number. Then she tries to go in for a hug.

JJ jolts back, alarmed. He doesn't want to freak out on her. Humiliation and fear of offending her wash over him as she draws back, frowning, but she quickly smiles again, and instead of making it awkward, she just sets her outstretched hands warmly on his arms for a moment.

He breathes shakily as he feels her palms settle against the white fabric of his shirt. He wills himself not to move. Her hands are gentle. She only leaves them there for a second.

Then she's drawing away, and everything is okay.

He's still okay.

"See you next time, JJ," she signs.

A little sign name, just for him. Just a quick pair of Js, not even particularly personal. But it means a great deal to him in that moment.

He's red with triumph as he moves across the street, his back held high.

And you told me I would never! he thinks to his brother's ghost, and for a second it makes him want to cry, because he let Anti tell him for so long that no one else would ever care about him or bother to make accommodations, and he's just met a whole group of people who aren't just willing to make space, but who already seemed to have a place carved out and waiting for someone just like him. You were such a coward, Anti. You just lied because you didn't want me to go. I was never the problem. I am not a problem. I'm a person.

I'm my own person.

The rain is coming gently down on him, cool in his hair and on his face. He feels at peace.

And then Chase isn't in the window of the coffee shop.

JJ stops short on the pavement, blinking. Well... maybe he just couldn't get that seat?

He presses inside, looking around, but his brother isn't there. He glances at the baristas and the people around him. The world feels loud again. Full of talking.

He steps back outside, shivering and glancing around. Maybe he's in the bathroom? Maybe he went to a shop? Maybe he'll come home soon?

Why isn't he here? He promised.

[sonicasura]

I had a dream one night. It was a battle between a Pokemon Trainer and her partner Chomp the Snorlax against...

Jotaro Kujo and Star Platinum.

Yes. These two. How does it turn out? Read down below.

Mitsuru was called many things in her life. Queen of Contest Battles, Snorlax Lover, Toxic Freak and such. Yet, in her life, she was never called a Stand User. The young 17 year old Pokemon Trainer had found herself in some strange place called Singapore and noticed the large absence of Pokemon, creatures of her world. She also kept getting uncomfortable looks by the people staring at her hair and outfit.

She was born with purple hair with a large flare like white splotch at the front almost like a Toxel's. Her clothes were more punk with a black cassock with spike like rimmings, a yellow vest like drape over it with a thunderbolt pattern, a Snorlax hat  that the blue of it was dyed purple and a necklace holding a blue and yellow X ball that to many unaware was a Quick Ball.

This type of item or Pokeball held one of her aces when it came to Pokemon Battles but also her childhood friend. Deciding to explore the peculiar town, she ran into a creepy man called Rubber Soul. It was a very odd name and the guy gave her a very bad vibe. She told him to leave her alone since he had been following her for less than an hour. Next thing she knew, the creep attacked her with some kind of yellow slime he called 'Yellow Temperance'.

Luckily he chose to attack her in a wide empty space so it didn't draw much attention to send the asshole flying with her partner, Chomp the Snorlax. Snorlax were very large bear like Pokemon easily recognized by their blue fur and light peach face and underbelly along with stubby feet and cat like ears. Mitsuru had grew up with Chomp in her home of Galar so the 18 ft tall Pokemon was a powerhouse. Yeah, he was way bigger than the average Snorlax.

Rubber Soul had a look of pure horror seeing Chomp before he was sent flying with a Giga Impact straight into the bay. This was how she found herself in her current predicament. The 17 year old girl looked at her large partner who seemed happy with himself. "Good job sending that creep flying Chomp. I didn't know what the yellow slime was but I'm just glad your ok." Mitsuru said looking at her partner. "Snorlax." Chomp answered happily.

"No way, another Stand User?!" Mitsuru turned to see a group of men run into the empty space where she and her partner stood. An old man dressed like Indiana Jones, a guy in green with a large noodle curl, a man with a tower of white hair on his head and broken heart earrings, a dark skinned man with his hair in top knots but the punk guy got her interest.

He was tall around 6'5, buff as all hell and a nice ass to boot, ocean blue eyes clear as the waters of Lake Axewell, curly dark hair under a black hat topped with gold pins, an open black coat pierced with a gold chain by the collar showing a grass green shirt tight on his chest, two colored belts with one orange and the other blue, expensive black slacks and boots. "What's going on Chomp?" Mitsuru asked only for the Snorlax to shrug.

"That's a big fella right there! Bet he could flatten a truck like a pancake." The guy with pole hair shouted. "Do you need something? If not, Chomp and I will be going." Mitsuru said getting ready to walk away with her partner. "Where do you think your going?" She turned to face the delinquent who asked. "What's with the attitude? You guys are looking at me like I'm public enemy number 1! And I don't even know you." Mitsuru asked clearly getting aggravated.

"You're a Stand User. That fact alone means we can't leave you alone. You could be working for Dio for all we know. Dumb bitch." The delinquent said earning a glare from Chomp. Mitsuru however look triggered with her face red with pure rage. "Excuse me?! Dumb bitch?! Do you want to fight asshole?! You just earned yourself a battle!" Mitsuru roared as Chomp couldn't help but agree.

"Snorlax!" Chomp roared glaring down at the teen. "Old man and the three stooges go to the sidelines. Unless you want to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. It's a one on one battle. As for you Bitchboy, what's your name? Challengers must always give their name to the opponent." Mitsuru said as the 4 men didn't hesitate to get out of her line of fire. The teen looked a bit taken aback by her attitude but merely hid it.

"It's Jotaro Kujo." Suddenly a large buff purple warrior with flowing black hair, gold shoulder pads, black fingerless gloves, capped chim, knee high boots, loincloth and bright ocean blue eyes emerged from the male's body. "And this is my Stand, Star Platinum." Jotaro spoke as Star let out a loud battle cry that sounded like he was shouting 'Ora'. "Mitsuru Toxele and this is my partner Chomp, a Snorlax. I don't know what the hell is a Stand or Stand User but don't think for a second I'm backing down!" Mitsuru shouted as Chomp let out his own battle cry.

"Guy in green. You can start the battle." Mitsuru said as the guy in green or Kakyoin nodded reluctantly. "Let the battle begin!" Kakyoin called although sounding a bit confused. Star Platinum shot forward at Chomp baring a fist for an attack. "Chomp! Block it then counter with Brick Break!" Mitsuru called the Snorlax held his ground arms held up as a shield. Star Platinum let out a barrage of high speed punches shouting ora with every attack.

Despite blocking Chomp definitely felt the powerful hits but didn't back down. His right arm like paw glowed white before slapping Star across the face. Jotaro's face also turned like he got slapped too. 'What the hell? I felt Star's jaw breaking yet mine didn't. I still feel a lot of pain but not as much as I should be.' Jotaro thought as Star skidded across the ground. The Stand got up and fixed its jaw before looking back at Chomp.

Chomp's arms were lightly scratched and with few small bruises. "Holy hell! He took an onslaught of Star Platinum's punches and doesn't look that much bothered! Then that glowing fist looked really painful!" Pole hair or Polnareff called out. "Our turn! Use Gyro Ball!" That got heads turning as Chomp spun on his foot like ballerina before rotating so fast he became a giant ball shaped twister while silver light spun around him.

Star was too confused at the bad logic of the move to avoid Chomp as the Snorlax slammed into him like a heavy metal beyblade. The result? Star Platinum was sent flying into the wooden fence while Jotaro got the air knocked out of him. 'Fuck! That was much stronger than that last attack! Yet, I'm not getting any one of Star's injuries. Is it because her Chomp, this Snorlax isn't a Stand?' Jotaro thought to himself.

He could clearly see that Mitsuru and Chomp were fighting in sync. Almost like that of a Stand and their user but all of her commands had been all vocal. Not mental like how Stands mainly operate. Star Platinum pulled himself from the hole he made and rushed forward at Chomp once more. The Snorlax couldn't block fast enough earning a powerful blow to the head and upper chest. "Chomp!" Mitsuru called out as the Snorlax skidded across the ground but still remained on his feet.

He rubbed his cheek as if imitating wiping blood off his mouth before giving Star an impressed smirk. Chomp definitely was going to have a few bruises but clearly looked happy taking some serious damage. It was understandable for the Snorlax's case since in every battle he fought until now, no physical move barely scratched him. To get this much injuries despite how little it was got the Snorlax all pumped up. "Snorlax!" Chomp roared out.

"You seem to be quite pumped! This battle clearly got you all fired up huh bud? Then let's take it up a notch! Giga Impact!" Mitsuru called out. Chomp suddenly charged at Star Platinum with speed of a rampaging bull as a purple blazing aura and orange light spiralled around the Pokemon. "He's like a giant elephant amongst a large stampede! Get out of the way Jojo!" The top knot haired man or Avdol called out.

Star Platinum attempted to grab Chomp and try to stop his charge but the Snorlax easily overpowered the Stand sending it flying into the air. "Time for you to get a taste of our finisher!" Mitsuru called out revealing a white bracelet that held a blue gemstone with a pawprint on it. "What's that? Some sort of bracelet?" The old man or Joseph asked. "Prepare to get a taste of our Z-Move!" Mitsuru shouted as her and Chomp began to move in sync. "Z-Move??!" All 5 called out at the same time.

They moved their arms to have it make a upward slanted line before moving the upper elbows across forming a Z. Chomp's closed eyes flashed demonically as all 5 men knew nothing good was going to come out of it. "Pulverizing Pancake!!" With those two words Chomp sped off towards Star Platinum faster than a bullet. "OH MY GOD!!! HE'S GOING EVEN FASTER THAN LAST TIME!" Joseph shouted in pure horror.

Mitsuru pointed up with both hands as Chomp leapt high into the air way higher than he should be able to from the guys' point of view. "Yare yare daze." Jotaro said as Chomp body slammed Star into the ground. The crash exploding out huge bursts of dust and dirt creating a large dust cloud. It cleared to reveal Jotaro lying on his back clearly shell shocked by the carnage or the fact his Stand just got fattened by a 200 ton Pokemon.

Chomp picked himself off the ground to reveal a cartoon style pancaked Star Platinum with spirals on his eyes signifying defeat. "Ora…" The poor Stand clearly going feel that in the morning. "That looks so painful! Star Platinum is practically flatter than a piece of paper right now!" Polnareff exclaimed looking at the poor Stand's state. "Luckily all that punishment didn't get reflected onto Jotaro. Apparently battling Mitsuru's Snorlax only made him feel Star Platinum's pain not actually taking it." Avdol deduced clearly intrigued by that fact.

Chomp picked up Star and shook him a bit unflattening the Stand while Mitsuru helped pick up Jotaro. "What do we learn about calling me a dumb bitch for no reason?" Mitsuru asked with a wicked glare in her eyes. "Yare yare daze. To...not do it." Jotaro muttered reluctantly. "Good! I eat this if I were you. You too as well Star and same for you Chomp." Mitsuru said before tossing a yellow almost pear like fruit to Jotaro, Star Platinum and Chomp.

Chomp ate it in one go as his energies faded causing Jotaro and Star to follow his lead. Both had shot up to their feet with a jolt before eating the rest of fast enough that the trainer thought they were going to choke. "Whoa! What kind of fruit is that to make someone like Jotaro eat it if it was his last meal?!" Joseph exclaimed as the other three looked equally both surprised and interested.

"It's a Sitrus Berry. Helps restore the eater's lost energy and heal a good chunk of their wounds. I keep tons of them on me since its Chomp's favorite fruit and in case of emergencies when I'm out of medical supplies." Mitsuru answered not making a big deal out of it. "Keep a bunch of healing berries in your bag? Who in the world even are you?" Kakyoin asked. 

"*sigh* My name is Mitsuru Toxele. I'm a Pokemon Trainer from Monostke City in the Galar Region. This is my partner and first Pokemon Chomp. People at home call me 'Just Desserts' because those who challenge me find out the hard way that they 'took a bite too much.' Guess you can say me and Chomp are out of this world." She said with a smile before high fiving her partner. 'A bite too much indeed.'

Yes. Snorlax can't learn Gyro Ball but this came from a dream of course. As a friend of mine quoted about Chomp: That's one deadly Snorlax.' Move Set is Brick Break, Body Slam(Pulverizing Pancake), Giga Impact and Gyro Ball. If Snorlax can learn Gyro Ball then he'll pretty much bench press the entire game! Have a good Thanksgiving guys!

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Open Auditions

It's time for Kiwonna to lose her virginity (an outdated concept, but regardless). She must choose between a handful of prescreened guys chosen by her friends. One of them will get the job done. LIGHT Smut included.

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In the rented hotel conference room, Kiwonna East sat front and center on a panel consisting of the most precious and valued opinions in her life. Four women surrounded her in a semicircle: Tera, Nikki, Gericka, and Ash, each dressed immaculately to their own taste and aesthetic. Kiwonna, herself, sat casually in a black tube top, tight leather leggings and Nike SF Air Force 1’s.. black and green. She slouched in her chair, elbows resting on her thighs. Her anxiety as the center of attention was cautiously hidden in a facade of disinterest.

“You'll be fine, Ki,” Tera soothed with an earnest expression. She sat at the right hand, close enough to rub the relaxed tension from Kiwonna's back. “It's not like you're auditioning a husband, just a guy to lose your virginity to. We've done the screening and the health tests, you just say yes if he's cute or no if he's ugly.”

“If I see a cute one and we make eyes, I'm taking him.. If you pass. Just so everyone knows,” Nikki added from Kiwonna's left hand before waving to her door, her golden bangles clinking together. “Tiff! Send in the penis parade.” The door opened and a sixth woman with a tall mass of bountiful curls opened the door letting in the first man.

Bosso

He was about 6'2 with deep and clear skin, close cut hair, and striking high cheekbones. His septum piercing added to his appeal. "This is my choice," Nikki announced proudly.

“What’s your name, where are you from, and are you a model,” Gericka asked clicking her pen, clipboard in hand.

“Bosso from Canada and yes, I am,” he spoke with confidence.

“Why should we choose you,” Tera glared, her own clipboard in hand.

“Why not? I'm a decent guy, respectful and honest. I wouldn't dip Immediately after and I'm actually very interesting.”

“None of what you said relates to our precious Kiwonna, but let us deliberate.” Tera turned toward the panel who leaned in closer together.

“What do you think," Gericka whispered looking to Kiwonna. She shook her head, no. That was all the deliberation they needed. Bosso had to go.

"NEXT," Ash yelled pointing to the door as Tiff escorted Bosso out, ushering in man #2.

Glory

"Oh hell no," Nikki deadpanned when the older gentleman strolled in. He was attractive for a man his age, but he must've been on the tail-end of his 50s... at least. "Who let this nigga in.. Tiff? Sis?"

"Don't blame me, blame Ash," Tiff flailed pointing at the the shifty-eyed woman with the wavy high ponytail.

"WHAT? An older guy will know what he's doing and make sure she gets hers! It's ONE TIME! Besides, he's cute. I don't care 'bout no salt n' pepper." Ash crossed her arms in a pout causing the others to sigh.

Kiwonna cackled. "What's your name, sir," she asked the older man who stood patiently, confident and unphased by the jokes.

"They call me many names, sweetheart, but Glory is what I prefer. My lovemaking might make you shed a tear. Get ready because King Kong ain't got shit on me." His lip quivered when Ash winked in his direction with a lustful eye. Kiwonna was nearly on the floor, her features twisted in heaving laughter. Nikki and Gericka weren't much better, slapping their knees obnoxiously. "Tick tock, tick tock," the man said. "I'm putting dick into all. you. bitches." The room was sputtering chaos.

"No deliberation necessary, issa NO," Tera spoke over the laughter. "He goes to Ash. Take him out! Tiff. NEXT," she yelled.

T'Challa

A tall 6'0 man entered the room with facial hair, a black and white striped shirt, and black pants tucked into clunky black boots. There was a subtle flash from the studs in his ears and the small diamond bracelet on his arm. There was also a dip in his walk that only the realest of niggas possessed. He stood in the center of the room with relaxed shoulders and a quiet cockiness. His posture read arrogance and pride, but his gentle eyes moved over each woman in humble greeting. "Greetings, I am T'Challa and I'd be honored to assist your friend in her sexual debut.. I have much experience and I've yet to disappoint..," he smiled. "I assure you, she will be in sturdy hands."

Gericka swooned, her clipboard forgotten. "This is my choice. He'd be perfect. I mean.. look at him. And that accent! Please pick him. T'Challa, if she doesn't pick you, I'll pick you myself!" He shrugged with a humble grin.

"Let's deliberate," Tera said leaning in closer to the group. "Best one so far. I like him," she whispered.

"Yeah, I like him," Nikki agreed.

Ash pursed her lips. "I don't know, I don't think he's Ki's type. He's way too cleancut. I wanna slip him a dibba-dab of cocaine and maybe--"

"NO," Tera and Nikki yelled in unison causing Ash to pout again.

"..It's like Ash said, he's just missing something," Kiwonna shrugged.

"We'll hold on to you, T'Challa. You definitely have one admirer," Tera spoke and Tiff escorted him out. "Tiffany?... Bring my guy," Tera smiled suspiciously causing the other women to carefully watch her and the door.

Erik

A 6'0 dread-headed man sauntered into the room with a dip intriguingly similar the previous bachelor. He wore retro Jordan 12s with grey sweatpants, a white tee, and a lightwash denim jacket. He also held a red solo cup that he sipped from, his wild locs pointing in every direction, standing as if starched. A low-swinging print pressing through the sweats drew every eye in the room.

"HEEELLL NO THE FUCK NOT! NOT HIM, HE'LL KILL HER! SEND HIM BACK," Ash screeched standing to walk toward the man and push him back to the door herself.

"SO! MAYBE SHE NEED HER SPINE BROKE," Tiff combated blocking the exit. As Ash pushed Erik with all her might, Tiff pushed back. The man easily turned, sliding Ash to the side before he walked back to the center of the room and drained his cup with a finishing belch, holding the cup out for anyone to take. Tiff stepped forward, giving it a tentative sniff before taking it to a trash can outside of the room. Straight Hennessy. Kiwonna shifted in her seat, her eyes glued to the man before her. She sat up straight, adjusting her posture to something she hoped was more appealing.

"Uh oh," Tera grinned. This was the one.

"What's your name, where are you from, and why should we choose you," Nikki grilled, her eyes intense. He was undoubtedly handsome, but that didn't impress her.

He looked at an imaginary presence as if there was a joke that no one else was comprehending. His sharp eyes penetrated directly through Nikki's venom. "You ain't gotta choose me. She already chose."

"That doesn't tell us what your name is and where you're from," Nikki pressed.

"Yeah! Buff ass.. plantain dick nigga! Answer the question," Ash snapped pushing up on him. He scoffed, not budging a centimeter despite Ash's energy.

"Fuck that shit," he said speaking directly to Kiwonna as she sat enamored. "You. Come here," he pointed to the empty spot in front of him. Kiwonna moved without a second thought causing Tera to clap and cackle.

"Yes, Ki! See, I know my baby," she bragged sticking her tongue out gleefully at the others.

Erik's arm snapped around Kiwonna's waist pulling her nearer as he examined her more closely, his forehead lowering to hers to search her dark orbs for answers. "What you like? You into specific shit or you want me to handle it how I see fit?"

"It's all you, just be easy because I haven't done this before," she said simply, leaving it open and in his hands. His arm moved around her shoulder as he began walking her to the door, eyes on Tiff. She stepped aside. "We got a room," Kiwonna said leading Erik to the elevator. He followed her lead silently. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him and he was definitely eye-fucking her as the elevator rose to the 12th floor. Leading him by the hand to the door, she appreciated his rough hands with her fingertips. Finally, they crossed the threshold into the room and door clicked closed. Erik didn't move, waiting for Kiwonna to initiate. "Sooo," she drawled stepping closer to him.

"Just making sure you still with the shits," she shrugged meeting her action. He stripped off his shirt exposing the pattern of small dotted keloids covering his entire torso and toed off his Jordans leaving them and his sweats on the floor, squaring his broad shoulders in wait. He'd came with no draws, just free-hanging dick. When Ki didn't get the memo, he pointed. "You not gone fuck me with clothes on."

Snapped from her daze of admiration, she sat on the bed pulling off her Nike boots before standing to wriggle out of her skintight leather leggings. The tube top was next, followed by her socks and underwear. "I'm ready," she perked.

"You one of them goofy bitches ain't you," he smiled raising a brow. "Lay down on your back and get comfortable."

"You just got a bigass dick and I'm nervous," she admitted, settling on the bed with her legs parted. He immediately began stroking himself to the sight of her body, moving to the foot of the bed.

"I know what I'm doing... Alright?... Let me do me." Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he yanked her ass to the foot of the bed where his pelvis was. "Hold your legs back.. higher. That's as far back as they go? Aight, we'll work with that." He dropped to his knees and separated her lower lips to peer inside and study his target. The air and manipulation stimulated her. His fingers started getting wet and sticky just from the inspection and he trailed his index through her wetness, collecting it and briefly sniffing it before plopping it into his mouth.

The sniff test didn't bother Ki because she was good.. and as she felt his long tongue sliding over her folds, she could attest that his tongue was just as good. She could hear Tera's voice in her mind cheering her on as she laid on the bed, legs splayed wide. His head bobbed, his tongue dipping in and out of her entrance before flattening and dragging up to her clit where he sucked a soft moan out it. She was already slipping under the spell of his tongue.

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"Y'all think she's okay," Gericka asked waking up her phone. It'd been an hour and no one had gone to check on her.. yet.

"Give them another ten minutes and we'll check," Tiff said biting a hot wing from one of the boxes they were sharing."

"Then I'll go check," Tera stressed territorially. No one argued.

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"Ki, you okay hun," Tera asked rapping at the door. When she didn't answer, Tera grabbed her room key seconds away from sliding it. The door popped open before she could and it was Erik, still butt naked, his dick semi-hard. "Shh," he mouthed and Tera treaded slowly to the bed when she saw the sleeping Kiwonna, passed out on her stomach with her bare rear still in the air. To be safe, Tera checked her pulse. It was normal, but the girl didn't move. "Poor baby tuckered out. What happened?"

"Watchu mean what happened? I fucked her to sleep," he whispered.

"How many rounds did y'all go? Did she cu--" Tera stopped short noticing the large puddle on the bed and the slight muscle spasm in Kiwonna's thigh.

"Like I said," Erik nodded unwilling to give anymore information. He wiped his dick on a washcloth snatched from the bathroom and bent to pick up his clothes to redress. "Ask her if you need to know the details. I don't discuss shit like that," he said adjusting his denim jacket on his shoulders. Walking out into the hall, he looked back catching Tera's attention. "...You... might wanna.. wipe her down... She still got some of my nut dripping out on her leg."

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