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twola · 1 year

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Seven Deadly Sins - II

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Summary: Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Gluttony: excess in eating or drinking, greedy or excessive indulgence.

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“Pájaro que abandona, cielito lindo, su primer nido, Si lo encuentra ocupado, cielito lindo, bien merecido…”

The mood of the camp, for the first time in a while, is lifted, as Abigail’s son is returned to her after the fiasco with the Braithwaites, Bronte, and moving from Clemens Point deeper into Lemoyne. The group has taken up at an old, decrepit plantation in the swamps.

Javier plucks his guitar strings as he finishes his ballad, to which the other members of the gang drunkenly shout the refrain.

Arthur sits on an upturned crate around the campfire, tossing an empty bottle of whiskey behind him in the tall grass, taking one last drag on the cigar Dutch had given him in celebration before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under his boot.

Across the fire, he spies you, halfway through a bottle of brandy, leaning on Mary Beth’s shoulder as Javier begins to strum again.

His gaze locks with yours. You immediately sit up straight and lift the bottle of brandy you’re holding to your lips, taking another swig.

Maybe it was the copious amount of whiskey in his belly. Maybe it was the alluring dip of your blouse to show the slightest bit of cleavage in the sticky Lemoyne night.

Maybe it was just the basest, deepest part of him that he had been fighting for weeks that he wanted you. That he wanted to sink into your wet, warm heat and feel the constriction of your body on his.

He had been avoiding you since your last foray. Perhaps it was a momentary weakness, fluttering like a bird in flight. Not that there had been terribly much time for chasing skirts, between his run-in with the O’Driscolls, the mess between the Braithwaites and Grays, and now getting Jack back to his mother, he had been running this way and that for weeks.

But he didn’t miss the look in your eye when you crossed each other’s paths in camp. The hurt, betrayed, questioning look that would make him flee.

Arthur was still mortified about how he acted with you. He woke up the next morning realizing just how bad it looked, that he appeared out of nowhere watching you bathe, and had proceeded to rut you like a damn animal on the lakeshore.

But watching you tonight, in the pit of his stomach, he knew. He knew he wanted you. He had been lying to himself for weeks.

Arthur places his hat back on his head, and stands up, announcing that he’s retiring for the night. After a good bit of ribbing, he rolls his eyes and starts to make his way toward the dilapidated plantation house and the room upstairs he was afforded.

He knows someone is following him. Even with how much whiskey he’s drank tonight, he has lived his life on a razor’s edge and is always prepared.

“Arthur.”

He turns partway around, knowing that you followed him into the house, and your meek, sad-sounding voice just made the pit in his stomach even deeper. You’re standing there, your hair slightly mussed, holding a bottle of half-drunk brandy by the neck.

“I thought you wanted me.”

He breathes out heavily, and every part of him fights against what he wants, the gut pull and baser instinct.

No, not ever, he has never been a good person. He steals and cheats and lies and kills. He takes what he wants from men with little regard.

He should stop lying to himself, at the very least.

“If you don’t want to do this, just please, tell me.” You plead, a hurt tone in your voice, uninhibited by decorum and urged on by brandy.

He turns around fully, his hands resting on the buckle of his gun belt, as he was apt to do in flashes of discomfort, and he looks down to the worn floor of the decrepit house before looking back up at you again.

Arthur’s gaze rests upon you and his cock stirs. Your cheeks are blush red and lips soft and damp. Every fiber of his self-control snaps as he traces your curves under your rumpled blouse, the winnowing of your waist where your skirts flare over your hips. How he knows what you look like underneath those layers. The whiskey his blood serves to burn off the inhibitions that have been dogging him for weeks.

“Get over here, woman.”

A hesitant smile crosses your face, as you take a small step toward him. One of his hands leaves his belt and reaches toward you. He closes the distance and grabs your free hand and yanks you to him bodily, and his lips press against yours insistently.

A noise from the other room makes you jump as you pull away from him, and he pulls you down the hallway and out the back door. You’re a stumbling mess as Arthur drags you away from the main house. Your hands interlace in an almost sweet way. The two of you make your way toward a dilapidated dock house over the bayou, a ways away from possible prying eyes and the celebration going on in front of the old plantation house.

Arthur spins back toward you, stopping you in your tracks as you both reach the dock house.

“I thought we were gonna do this more often.” You hiccup, your hands on his chest as he leans back against the stacked crates on the dock.

“We’re doin it now, ain’t we?”

“I ain’t askin’ for you to marry me, Arthur. I just want ya not to ignore me like you have the last few weeks.”

You lean in and kiss the side of his neck, your teeth gently nipping at the skin there. “…nd maybe a bit more attention at night…”

He groans, pulling your shoulders back, and you gaze up at him questioningly.

His silence makes you nervous.

“D’ya not want….-“

“I reckon that we wouldn’t have time for much else if it were up to me,” Arthur confesses, and in the time since he’s pulled you back, one of his hands has trailed down the curve of your waist to rest on your rear, squeezing it slightly, affectionately.

Slowly, a smirk crosses your face. “Then it’s settled. Sounds like you should get to work, Mister Morgan. You’ve kept a lady waiting.”

“Yes ma’am.” Arthur glances backward quickly and yanks the both of you a few steps closer to the dock, where he sits down on a crate and pulls you against him, almost devouring you with the force of his lips on yours.

You taste of the sweet brandy you’ve been swilling. And peaches, the tart, syrupy, saccharinity of the fruit he knows you have a weakness for - cans of peaches have gone missing from his wagon and he didn’t need to be a lawman to figure out who the thief was.

He’s got you on his lap, your arms wound sweetly around his neck, his hands spread across your lower back and thigh, keeping you firmly seated and safe from the murky, gator-infested swamp water below the dock.

His tongue pushes against yours, and he’s sure that he doesn’t taste quite as sweet as you do, with his belly full of whiskey, and the two cigars he smoked with Dutch earlier in the night.

You grab at the collar of his black shirt with greedy fingers, and his hand moves further down your back to grab at your rear, smacking it lightly as he nips at your bottom lip.

“Inside.” You whisper, pulling your lips from his and glancing back over your shoulder toward the rowdy, loud gathering near the main house. Though the two of you were a good hundred feet away, the sound carried in this grove in the swamp, and with how much the both of you had to imbibe, staying quiet was likely impossible at this point.

You slide off of his lap as he stands up, and follow him as he looks around at the old dock house and its boarded-up windows and doors. Rounding the corner, he looks at the old door leading inside and braces his forearm against it to push on it. The door doesn’t budge.

Arthur grumbles, backing up and rolling his shoulder slightly. He shoves his shoulder against the boarded-up door of the dock house. Arthur had not put much force into it, and you raise your eyebrows as he swears under his breath, making out a few choice curse words.

“Mm.. big bad outlaw stopped by a locked door. You’re losin’ your touch, Arthur.” You joke, a sly, overly sweet tone to your voice.

Arthur turns his head and glares at you, a cold, angry stare that reminds you that yes, indeed, he was a big, bad, outlaw. Your smile falls.

He takes a step back, and before you can prepare yourself, the heel of his boot hits the door with the full force of his body. You yelp, shielding your face with the back of your arms as dried-out wood splinters and the door flies open.

“Y’ were sayin’?” Arthur goads, his cocky airs returning.

“Hmph.” You huff, brushing by him with one hand on your hip, the other still gripping the neck of the bottle of brandy. You enter the small, dusty dock house and look around, the light from the moon shining through the gaps between the wooden walls.

There was not much to look at. A few crates, a work table littered with tools, a canoe with a hole rotten out on its keel.

A large hand braces your lower back and pushes you forward a few steps toward the table. You turn around, only to come eye level with Arthur’s barrel chest as he continues to push you backward. You almost trip, but he grabs one of your arms, keeping you upright.

“C’mon now, girl. Up you go.”

Your hip bumps against the edge of the table, and Arthur leans over you and with a swing of his arm, the cluttered table becomes clear with a loud clatter. You giggle at the noise, and Arthur frowns slightly before his hands fly to your hips and heave you onto the table with little effort.

Your giggles stop as you stare up at him. He seems to be in no laughing mood, the shadow from the brim of his hat shading one of his eyes from your view.

“Mister Morgan… you look like y’wanna devour me.” You retort, drawing your skirts up past your knees and spreading your legs.

“Reckon I do.” He drawls back, hands joining yours to push your skirts further, to your hips, and his eyebrows raise as a smug grin is painted across his face.

“No drawers? Y’expecting somethin’ like this to happen?”

“I told you, Arthur, you’ve kept me waiting.”

He snorts, “Well for that, I apologize, milady. Let me make it up to ya.”

The outlaw drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirts all the way up to your hips. You cannot help a gasp as you feel his warm lips against the inside of your knee. Your legs spread wider as he moves further up your thigh, toward the jointure of your hips.

The rim of his hat brushes against your inner thigh, and you reach forward and pluck it off his head with a giggle, placing it on your own head, and flicking the brim up so you can see past it.

Arthur looks up at you, his head between your legs, a mischievous, tempting look in his eyes.

“Back to your thievin’ ways, I see.”

“We all gotta eat somehow, Mister Morgan.”

His arms wrap around your thighs and he pulls your whole body forward on the table, so that your hips nearly fall off. You yelp as he nips at your inner thigh before looking at you again.

“That we do, Ma’am,” He gives one long lick up the seam of your core, “Speakin’ of which…”

You gasp, your thighs involuntarily tightening slightly around his head, as your hand shoots into his hair, tufts of his honeyed locks askew from wearing his hat all day.

“God, Arthur.” You groan out loudly, throwing your head back, tilted toward the ceiling.

He breathes a hot breath against you, making you shudder, before nipping slightly at your thigh again.

“Y’gotta stop confusin’ us, Miss. That’s a hell of a mistake to make.”

You relish in the blasphemy of it all. Finally letting go of the bottle of brandy, your other hand falls behind you, bracing yourself against the table to keep you upright as Arthur pushes his tongue between your folds and presses against your entrance.

You let out a high-pitched wail as his tongue slips inside, laving the warm, wetness of his mouth against your core. He moves up, up, away from your throbbing entrance to give a long, slow lick at the bud of nerves that makes you squeal and yank at his hair. Arthur groans happily against you, muffled by your thighs clenching around his head.

You have no idea how long he’s between your legs. A minute, ten, a year, time was irrelevant. Not when you felt as if you were dangling cliffside waiting for the wave to take you and drag you under. Unabashed moans escape your lips as Arthur feasts upon you, as if he were never to eat or drink again. You throw your head back and his hat flies off, landing somewhere on the dusty floor.

Your orgasm sweeps like a wave as he suckles on that sweet spot, and you scream his name to the heavens, voice breaking with the crescendo of energy working through your veins.

He pulls back, grasping the top of your thighs as anchors as he stands from his knees. His short beard shines with wetness before he swipes his palm down it quickly while standing up.

You’re panting, still delirious from your orgasm, feeling high and oversensitive.

“I hope y’got another one in ya, 'cause I don’t plan on stopping.” Arthur drawls, pulling on the buckle of his gun belt and letting it clatter to the floor.

The man is sin incarnate. The stuttered moonlight coming from the holes in the ceiling shine down on him in fractal pieces, half of his face shadowed, the strong line of his jaw, the muscles of his arms both beneath the fabric of his shirt, pulled taut, and peaking out from where his sleeves are rolled up. He is hewn from hard labor and violence.

You sluggishly prop yourself up on your elbows, hair wild, pupils blown, still breathing heavily. Arthur slides his thumbs into the crease of your hip joints, smirking as you shiver from his touch. He then moves to peel his suspenders down his arms and works on the buttons of his pants.

He glances back up at you, all breathless and needy, your cunt glistening while your skirts are hiked up around your waist.

Arthur frees his hard cock from the confines of his trousers, stroking it a few times as he leans over you, one of his forearms on the table next to your head, and you lay back down as he chases your lips with his own. Your legs widen, nearly of their own volition.

The head of his cock notches against your opening as you whine against his mouth. His other forearm brackets in your head as he slides in slowly, finding little resistance after he dragged your earlier orgasm out of you.

He nestles his hips in between yours, and when he bottoms out, he cannot help but to groan loudly, in his state of inebriation, keeping the volume down is very, very low on his list of priorities. He pulls back, standing at his full height to tower over you, spread out on the table beneath him.

You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows, mouth slack, pupils blown, watching as he firmly grips your hips with his large hands. He looks down at you, and his lips part as he lets out a deep breath, collecting himself while buried deep within your heat.

Arthur rolls his hips, dragging his cock back slowly, his hot flesh moving against your walls, to the point that he’s nearly pulled out of you. He watches your face, his mouth hanging open, as he pushes forward, relishing as you have to close your eyes and grit your teeth against the moan bubbling up from your throat.

He repeats the motion, only this time, twice as fast. As he pushes back into your core, you curse aloud, your voice crackling.

“Shit, Arthur.”

“Y’like that, girl?” The outlaw pushes in again, snapping his hips against yours.

You whine, your head lolling back as you cross your ankles behind his back, “Yes.” You’re able to hiss, your heels nudging him back toward you as his hips roll.

The table shakes with the movement of your bodies, the crashing of his hips into yours, the wet smacking of skin on skin. The moans and grunts and groans punctuate the night, and in one instant you hear the far-off melody of Javier’s guitar and are thankful that there’s probably enough noise by the big house that the rest of the gang cannot hear your raucous coupling.

Arthur finds a punishing rhythm, his large hands on your hips, fingers digging into your skin sure to leave bruises. The still, humid night is punctuated with his low drawl, that’s it, c’mon and good girl and a thousand other little things that make your breath stutter. Your second orgasm comes over you without warning, and you fall back from your elbows to your back, thighs clenching hard around his hips, moaning unintelligible words broken by gasps.

Arthur’s pace falters, and he swears as your cunt clenches around his cock. One, two, three more thrusts and yanks himself from you, groaning loudly as he strokes himself to completion, spilling on the wooden floor of the old shack.

Arthur tiredly drapes himself over you, his head against your ribcage, panting as he shakily comes down from his own high. Your hands float, nigh of their own volition, to run affectionately through the tufts of his sandy brown hair, mussed by wearing his hat all day. His hands lay on the table, one of his thumbs caresses at the side of your hip.

“Told you we should do that more often.” You laugh, as he starts to tuck himself away and rebutton his pants, his head remaining on your ribcage. You feel the man chuckle, his body still pressed against yours on the table.

He slowly raises himself from you, smirking back at you as he gives your thigh a pinch.

“‘M serious, Arthur.”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” He drawls, pulling your skirts down over your thighs and letting them fall over your knees. He takes a step backward from the table, allowing you to sit up and slide yourself off of the surface and to your feet.

You sway slightly, between the blooming soreness in your hips or the empty bottle of brandy you’d left on the table, but Arthur’s hands find your waist to steady you.

“Easy there, girl.” He drawls, keeping you upright.

“Quit talkin’ t’ me like I’m yer horse….” You fuss before trailing off, lost in thought, staring up at him dumbly.

“What?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, questioning.

“Actually… kinda like how you talk to ‘er. Y’can keep talkin’ to me like that.”

#rdr2 fanfic #seven deadly sins #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 smut #red dead fandom #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #twolafic

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gabykatttt · 27 days

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You are not alone

Trigger warning ⚠️ ‼️ Suicide attempt

Today was nice beautiful day of the troll village.

Poppy,Viva and the others are setting up party for Veneer living with them since he and Velvet went their separate ways after prison.

Veneer started to do a solo act of sing without a troll’s talent. He was proud for making progress for himself having a normal live.

Floyd felt guilty of why Veneer left his sister behind after what happened two years ago at the rage dome at Mount Rageous.

Branch in the other hand didn’t trust Veneer first until Floyd convince him to be a brother figure to him. Branch finally accepted Veneer and starts being protective to him.

Bruce and Brandy liked Veneer as their son. They always invite him to the Vacay island to spend time with them and the kids.

As for Clay. He’ll always tell Veneer to come join his sad book club. Of course Veneer joins his club.

Poppy and Viva are sister figures to Veneer. They would make candy bracelets and eating them. They also have themselves a sleepovers whenever Veneer feels down due to his mental health.

Lastly John Dory and Delta show Veneer around what live for a family is.

This is going to be the best party ever Viva said letting out her excitement

You got that right sis Poppy replied adding the final touch of glitter.

Hey girls Clay said crying after reading his sad book.

Clay sweetie have you been reading sad stories again? Viva asked wiping his tears.

Yes Clay replied giving Viva a kiss on the cheek. Viva couldn’t help but blush.

Poppy smirked as she used her tail to come down.

I see you and Clay are dating Poppy said.

Yeah we are Viva replied giving Clay a kiss on the cheek.

No idiot you’re supposed to mix the butter Delta yelled.

No it’s said mix it after sweetheart John replied. As the couple started arguing for no reason.

Floyd and Branch rolled their eyes.

Say where’s Veneer by the way? Viva asked

He said he was getting some fresh air but he hasn’t came back yet Floyd replied starting to get worried.

I’ll fine him Branch said exiting the castle to find Veneer.

Few hours later

Veneer where are you? Branch yelled still no sign of Veneer.

Veneer Branch said repeating his name over and over again but no response.

Veneer Branch repeated again until he finally found Veneer standing on the cliff.

Oh no Branch gasped as he quickly ran towards him.

It’s all my fault Veneer said crying as he kept walking towards the cliff.

No it’s your fault Veneer Branch said trying to use his words wisely.

It is I hurt Floyd and my sister hates me, you hate me so I’ll be okay to die anyways Veneer said taking a few steps of the cliff.

Branch gasped as he used his hair to climb on the tree and stopped Veneer.

Veneer fell on the ground.

No please let me die I don’t deserve to live Veneer said trying to get up but no use.

No I won’t let you Branch replied getting on Veneer’s shoulder.

Why? Veneer asked as tears started to form again.

Branch took a deep breath and started to sing a song to calm Veneer down

Branch 🎶🎤

Another day has gone

I'm still all alone

How could this be?

You're not here with me

You never said goodbye

Someone tell me why

Did you have to go?

And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away?

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

'Lone, 'lone

Why, 'lone

Just the other night

I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come

And hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers

Your burdens I will bear

But first I need your hand

Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away?

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

Whisper three words and I'll come running

And girl you know that I'll be there

I'll be there

That you are not alone

I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone (You are not alone)

For I am here with you (I am here with you)

Though you're far away (Though you're far away)

I am here to stay (You and me)

For you are not alone (You're always in my heart)

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

Not alone, oh

You are not alone

Say it again

You are not alone

Not alone, not alone

If you just reach out for me girl

In the morning, in the evening

Not alone, not alone

You and me

Not alone

Oh, together, together

Gotta stop being alone

Veneer began to cry as Branch started to wipe his tears.

Don’t cry Veneer you’re not alone me,Poppy,and the others were here for you you’re part of the family now Branch said gently.

Thank you Veneer said wiping his tears and getting up.

Now come on we have a surprise for you Branch said smiling.

Okay Veneer said as he walked away from the cliff and headed home where he belongs.

#trolls band together #trolls veneer #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls viva #trolls brozone #angst #sucidial #trolls au #Spotify

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dwellordream · 9 months

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current ongoing writing projects

Giantslayer: Original science fiction about a former teen superhero’s attempts to lead a normal life, which are somewhat hampered by the fact that his girlfriend wants him dead.

Cruel Intentions: ASOIAF Self Insert into Ceryse Hightower during the time of Maegor the Cruel. Dark comedy/drama/crack treated seriously.

With Their Bones: ASOIAF AU where Rhaenys (daughter of Rhaegar) survives and seeks the Iron Throne, as told by members of House Rogers of Amberly.

recently completed writing projects

The Beldam & the Baronet: Original fiction set during a fantasy Regency era about a lackluster magician’s attempts to save her sister from a scheming suitor. Romantic drama/mystery.

The Final Days of Brandi Hellstrom: Original fiction concerning a morally dubious woman’s road trip across the US, fleeing from her vampire ex-boyfriend, who isn’t taking their breakup well. Dark comedy/horror.

A Common Grief: ASOIAF SI into Rhaenyra Targaryen before the Dance of the Dragons. Relationship drama/crack treated seriously.

future writing projects:

The Fox & the Mulberry: Original high fantasy fiction concerning a former mercenary being dragged back into war by his old comrades, all while he struggles to raise half-human children with his monster wife.

This Neck of the Woods: Original horror fiction about a pack of werewolves plaguing a resort town in upstate New York in the 1970s

#writing #original fiction

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puppyparkmoving · 8 months

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Art i did of Brandy last week 💗

#art #si: brandy #safeship #safeshipping #not gonna tag everyone im a little too sleepy

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year2000electronics · 3 months

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Though I’m sure this will be useless, I’m going to tally every kiss in the bounty au for every couple. Now this song is a totally screams shimmer especially when she flirting with the crowd while performing prolly made jd go nuts bc he’s both jelly and wants it to happen to him.

https://youtu.be/rdccTOcX7o4?si=2cuz6wkHos1EvFRK

Now shimdory quotes

Shimmer : Stop doing that.

Jd: Stop doing what?

Shimmer : Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you

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Jd: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Shimmer : WHY?!

Jd: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART

————-

Shimmer : I feel like doing something stupid.

JD: I’m stupid, do me.

———-

Shimmer : Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Jd: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

———-

Shimmer : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Jd: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Shimmer : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Jd: Is it working?

———

Shimmer , talking about Jd: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH JD AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?!

Brandy : Could be worse, you could have slept with him.

Shimmer…….

Brandy: You slept with him did-

Shimmer: YES, I SLEPT HIM !

———-+

Shimmer : Look, last night was a mistake.

Jd: A beautiful sexy mistake.

Shimmer : No, just a regular mistake.

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Shimmer : What are you in the mood for?

Jd: World domination.

Shimmer : That's a bit ambitious.

Jd: You are my world.

Shimmer : Aww...

Jd:

Shimmer :

Jd:

Shimmer : OH.

————-

Shimmer : Are you trying to seduce me?

Jd: Why, are you seducible?

————

Jd: Shimmer and I are no longer friends.

Shimmer : JD THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

————-

Jd: Shimmer , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Shimmer , half-naked in Jd's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Jd, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither

———

Shimmer :The stars are so beautiful...

Jd: They're just giant balls of gas.

Shimmer : You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Jd : And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Shimmer : Oh...

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Jd: We should be partners.

Shimmer : You mean like, partners in crime?

Jd: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

LOVE THE SONG and the quotes :]

#mothra answers #shimmerdory

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mobox87 · 2 years

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Hola!,perdon por las molestias

Pero quería preguntar: los aftons kids sabían que brandy no era su hermana de sangre?si es así...como reaccionaron?:0

NO SE BURLE PERO FUE RECIENTE QUE SE ENTERARON JAJAJAJ

#Fnaf #five nights at freddys #five night at freddy's #fnaf michael #fnaf brandy #fnaf 4 #mobox87 #elizabeth afton

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falcemartello · 7 months

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Una donna nera e una bambina cinese con la mascherina entrano in un Carrefour.

La bambina prende un pacco di insetti fritti e lo mette nel carrello.

La mamma paga la spesa passando la mano sul lettore QR.

Le due salgono nella macchina elettrica e tornano a casa, dove passano il pomeriggio a guardare Netflix. Suona il citofono.

La bambina scende e va incontro a una donna con i capelli rasati e il piercing al naso.

Abbracciandola le porge il pacco di insetti.

"Questo te lo manda il Genitore 1." La donna risponde: "sono un cavallo ora, piccola fascista." Le due si allontanano su un monopattino. Fine.

Fanpage: "lo spot che tutti aspettavamo!"

Matteo Brandi

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Asking For It

A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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jackharlow: my current view 😍

jackandy/naremyparents: I literally want her to step on me 😫

urbanandjack24: you and me both. she is so fucking gorgeous. jackharlow has no idea how lucky he is

jackharlow: urbanandjack24 trust me I know 😏

saweetie: where yall at?! yall finally used that damn yacht you spent so much money on. y/ninsta face card never declines. my bestie is one bad ass bitch 😌

jackharlow: saweetie in an undisclosed location 😏

druski2funny: jackharlow just say you in your wife's pussy because we ALL know that's where you really at 🙄

sza: druski2funny aye yo! 🤣🤭

jackharlow: druski2funny I sense some animosity 🤔

saweetie: he just mad for no reason

druski2funny: um excuse me saweetie I do have a reason

y/ninsta: druski2funny look if I knew you were about to hang this over my head I would have never done it

theestallion: y/ninsta done what sis?

y/ninsta: druski2funny is mad because I ate the rest of the macaroni and cheese that I originally made for MY HUSBAND. It's not MY fault you were late. urbanwyatt gave you fair warning

lilnasx: how did I know this would be about some damn food?

saweetie: naw lilnasx y/n be putting actual CRACK in her shit. I'm convinced.

cardib: she made the meatballs for my baby shower and a fight almost broke out over them 😭

lilnasx: well damn y/ninsta hook me up sis

y/ninsta: lilnasx I got you baby 😘

dualipa: hmm I can think of something else that probably makes macaroni sounds 😏

normani: DUA!!!

jackharlow: dualipa I swear when I see you it's on sight 😡

dualipa: jackharlow let me just get one teensy taste

jackharlow: dualipa you not stressing me out today. y/ninsta do something about her.

y/ninsta: dualipa now from the top make it drop that's some wet ass pussy 🤣

jackharlow: y/ninsta can't trust your ass to do anything 😒

y/ninsta: jackharlow you can trust me to make you cum 😏

jackharlow: y/ninsta touché

urbanwyatt: still remember when all jackharlow and y/ninsta could make was ramen

y/ninsta: I don't remember your ass trying to help me cook in our apartment. don't get disrespectful 😒

y/ninsta: and besides jackharlow still can't cook. my baby be tryin tho. his latest consisted of him burning my grilled cheese

jackharlow: y/ninsta it was not burnt!

brandisimmons: jackharlow she sent me a picture. it was burnt.

normani: brandisimmons lmaoo Brandi always be throwing shade at jackharlow 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby girl don't make me bring up the time you almost set our apartment building ablaze

theestallion: why am I not surprised 🙃

y/ninsta: jackharlow THAT WAS URBAN

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta IT WAS NOT

2forwoyne: I'm convinced we're never going to get the real story

y/ninsta: well when me and jackharlow get back I'll make a whole southern style dinner for yall

saweetie: BITCHHH where do I send my RSVP!?

sza: me too!

normani: count me in!

druski2funny: yall better leave me some mac and cheese this time smh

y/ninsta: druski2funny then make sure you don't run on CP time 🙄

2forwoyne: y/ninsta I know you not talking

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne I know where you live. don't play with me

2forwoyne: PG!!! wasn't y/ninsta ALWAYS late to school? UNLESS jackharlow went and got her 🙄

urbanwyatt: I'm surprised she graduated 😫

shloob_: I see no lies

nemo: and would bring McDonald's 🙄

acepro: but here's the thing... SHE ONLY BROUGHT MCDONALD'S FOR HER AND jackharlow

y/ninsta: um excuse me!?! I had to make sure my baby ate so he could focus in class

2forwoyne: y/ninsta oh so just fuck the rest of us, right?

y/ninsta: jackharlow tell them to stop picking on me! 🙃

jackharlow: aye! yall leave my baby alone

quiiso: and yall remember for jackharlow's birthday our senior year they went out to breakfast and left us and didn't tell us

y/ninsta: that's it PG do NOT show up next Sunday 😒

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta BUT I LIVE HERE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt go live with druski2funny I'm kicking you out. expect to see your shit outside

druski2funny: urbanwyatt I'm a good roommate. come on over.

urbanwyatt: druski2funny I'll pass

2forwoyne: naw but forreal tho y/ninsta can you make those barbecue ribs again? shit was hittin

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne naw don't be nice now 🙄

theestallion: I just have one request!

y/ninsta: theestallion anything sis!

theestallion: we want the tea about what maggieharlow said about jackharlow thinking he got you pregnant when yall were 16

urbanwyatt: OH LORD

y/ninsta: theestallion that was one facetime call that me and jackharlow will NEVER live down

jackharlow: idk how maggieharlow did it but she basically kicked my ass over a phone call and OF COURSE nothing happens to wifey 🙃

claybornharlow: I remember when we all went drag racing at 3 am and y/ninsta and jackharlow almost got arrested a few months after that. Good times.

y/ninsta: CLAYBORN!!!!

jackharlow: claybornharlow at this point you just ASKING to die aren’t you?

urbanwyatt: that was fun 😄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no it wasn't. you were high and just.... I have PTSD from that night

maggieharlow: what ELSE are you two hiding y/ninsta jackharlow?

y/ninsta: maggieharlow imma just take the L at this point but... this was ALL jackharlow's fault! I am INNOCENT

jackharlow: count on my wife to throw me under the bus 🙄

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