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⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2)

⇝Part 1

Naruto bounded into his village after three years. Three years of no friends, only Ero-sennin and training, training, training.

Well, that’s the gist of it.

But now, he can go and meet you, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei. Maybe he should buy flowers for you first.

Jumping up onto a near by pillar, he scans Konoha’s roads for flower shops, and perhaps you.

“Naruto!” Sakura shouts from the bottom.

Naruto jumps down, gives her a hug, and they slip into their usual banter. But Naruto’s mind hasn’t forgotten about his previous endeavour. So, in true Naruto fashion, he stops Sakura in the middle of her sentence to ask where you were.

Her face shutters in a way that sends him back to that one morning where he lost his friend. Sakura’s face is a haunting memory and for one second, a second that felt like eternity itself had sat down to watch the show, the worst of his imagination fills his mind.

Naruto turns around and bounds, leaps, soars above the houses in a mad rush to the Hokage tower.

Pleasepleasepleasenononononono

His heart is barely beating but it’s also a thundering drum in his chest. Naruto crashes through the window of the Hokage’s office, eyes wild and panicked. Tsunade heaves a sigh as she turns around to scold him.

“Naruto! You know that you can’t-“

He cuts her off.

“Where is she?!”

His chest is too tight for him, and as Tsunade’s face hardens, it tightens even more until he can’t breathe.

“She didn’t leave the village, Naruto. Breathe.” Tsunade commands as Kakashi-sensei and Sakura burst through the door.

Naruto takes a breath, then follows it with another, and continues until he calms down just enough to comprehend people.

Because no matter what they say, their faces are louder than their words. And you aren’t in his arms, aren’t safe, aren’t with him-

“Where is she?” He asks again, but couldn’t stop the hysterical note from falling into his words. The tone of authority. He stares up at them, and his eyes narrow on Sakura’s face as her lips flatten into a line.

Naruto wonders if he has given into the Kyuubi again as his vision starts reddening in the corners.

wherewherewherewherewhere

He faintly registers Tsunade calling for some Tenzo as his senses flare to search for you. Kakashi-sensei shouts as his hands fly through seals and Sakura backs up and leaves. In the back of his mind, he heard Tsunade telling her to go get Jiraya.

Then, Ero-sennin shows along with an Anbu, and Naruto is caged and slammed into the ground. Ero-sennin slams a seal on his forehead, and then all he knows is darkness.

Part 3

@kissyhalik

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

WARNING 18+ writing!

"Hey, Hicks wants you in the office." Hondo said while grabbing things from his locker.

"Why?" Luca turned around and asked. The case? S.W.A.T. duty? or because he didn't have a swing with him last weekend? He missed Bobby--His spanky butt that needed a fit of hard rubbing, how he blushes everytime, and his wanting eyes. But mostly, Luca got Commander Hicks instead--The man who always tells everyone that he's fine. There was a shield that Robert wouldn't let down easily, and it was more than clothes.

Hondo shrugged as a reply, leaving Luca striding toward the office.

He stood at the door. Hesitated, then opened it. The man inside was hands-crossed, staring at the wall. He spun around when hearing Luca come in, opened his mouth, closed it and bit his lips. At last, Robert squeezed out his voice, "Luca."

Not Miqie. Luca's heart sank. It was business. "What's going on?" he asked.

"It's about the-- Ah!" Robert suddenly thrusted his words in frustration. He looked Luca right in the eye, like studying him. Luca stared back, not only with bewilderness but also concern. He stepped forward and spoke gently, "Is everything ok, ......Bobby?"

"Yes, ye--No." Robert's head shook. He rubbed on his forehead, and said quietly, "No, I'm...I...... Oh, this is stupid."

"Try me." said Luca, hands already on Robert's waist.

"I'm jealous." he splurted out, "That's it. You're always so......nice to everybody, and......" he stopped and hung his head.

Luca hugged him and gave him a kiss on the neck. "Auh, Bobby. You really are stupid. I AM nice to everyone, but you...YOU are different. I love you, and it's ok to tell me you're not ok. Being in your team doesn't mean you can't be......weak in front of me."

"Hmmm." Robert hugged him tighter. It was no idea to know if he really had Luca's words in mind, or he just let it pass because he'd heard it from a lot more people and refused to listen.

He decided to change the subject, "I...I wanna cum. I know we have work. Only a sec." Luca obeyed and turned around. The belt of his Bobby clanged as Luca zipped his own pants. He wasn't a fan of being launched, and Robert's size didn't help, either. But it felt REALLY good to be held in Bobby's hand. He WAS fantastic.

Soon, they were in position. Luca's walls were wet, making it easier to feel the cock right back. "Stay liquid, Miqie." he whispered. Then went in.

"Oh! Whoa...ooh......huh......hmmm...mmmm......" he was moaning, trying to adapt.

"That's it, baby. I like it. Hmm...oh......Miqie!"

When it came.

The desk formed a half-white stream and it dribled down the edge. Robert pulled out carefully, still gasping for air. He bent down and licked. Sipping soon turned into lapping.

Finally, he straightened, faced Luca with satisfied eyes and said, "Let's get back on duty."

Luca sighed, "Yes, sir."

"Oh, and," Robert called to his back, "I need some tissues."

I want these so bad!

No Straight Dolls [Part 2] -  Robo Edition

Part 1 [Here]

He still upsets me

Wait, no

He completely and totally

Rex me

I wake from nightmares

Screaming

Before dawn

There is no glory in war

Why?

Because I kidnapped him

And now we live on a farm

the Absolutely False Diary of a Full Time Predator, or, Why I Hated Part Time Indian-- Part 2, Crappy Writing

So this book is the frickin antithesis of show don’t tell. Most of the plot is just exposited to us through Junior’s voice, which, to its credit, is at least a little distinctive. But homeboy just glosses over so much of his life. Like we get— what? — a few normal classes, two basketball games, a little bit of Christmas, and then everyone dies. I’ve read other books before that are very tell-don't show-y (like the Bad Seed), but at least there it seemed like a stylistic choice, here it just seems like lazy writing. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be Junior’s journal or what, the title implies that it is, but we never get a diegetic explanation, which is super annoying. I think the worst issue with the writing is that we aren’t able to get to know any of the other characters. The Grandma who died? She gets like 4 lines of dialogue and then Junior explains why she’s great in the lead up to her death scene. Mary? No dialogue. She emails Junior, like, twice. They even have her move to Montana so that they can ignore her more easily. The author also puts in these little drawings throughout the book, since Junior wants to be a cartoonist. That’s fine, that’s cool, that’s chill, but what if we put some of those doodles into, like, literary devices? Just a thought, just a thought.

I hope you're not a parts skipper ( ￣ー￣)

Today Suzi Q!!! ( ☆∀☆)

Ghost hunter chapter two yall so sorry for the long wait

Also once again, there is a ghost hunter au discord if you want to join, I do my best to be active

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Itching Powder -- Part 5

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Chris’s hands were free, but he stayed there: ass-up on the bed, whimpering at the friction against his scalp as Mickey guided his head forward.  The intense tingling on his skin and down his throat was making him do all sorts of uncharacteristic things tonight.  For example, his suitemate Mickey had just asked him if he’d sucked cock before.  And instead of being offended or disgusted by the question, he felt intrigued.  Maybe a cock down his throat would satisfy that empty feeling deep in his gullet.

Chris looked up.  Why was Mickey holding his head still?  Had he changed his mind?  When Chris looked, he saw that Mickey was holding himself in his hand, waiting to press his thick cock in between Chris’s lips.

The sight of that huge cock in front of him reminded Chris why he should have been trying to get out of his current situation.  The thing was about 10 inches long, and it had a thick vein that ran along the side of it.  Chris struggled slightly, lips clamping together, moaning a little at the feeling of his lips. He found himself longing for Mickey to push that thing into his mouth, knowing it would probably ease the sensitive feeling of his lips and his tongue. 

“I want to hear you ask for it, sweetheart,” Mickey growled, voice low and rough.  Thoughts of his buddy’s fat, hard cock kept sliding through Chris’s brain, and he could feel an ache in the back of his mouth, making him shiver.  He wanted this.  He didn’t know why, and he hated himself for it, but FUCK! he wanted this. 

“P-please, Mickey? I-”  Chris could barely get the words out. He took the first tentative lick at the flushed head of Mickey’s cock, but Mickey stepped back.  

“Oh, now, buddy.  You can beg prettier than that.”  Mickey ran his thumb over Chris’s puffy bottom lip and slipped it inside his mouth to massage that warm, wet tongue.  Chris’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull.  

“Please, Mickey, please,” Chris moaned around his friend’s thumb.  “I’ll be so good.  Please, just let me.”

Mickey leaned in close and whispered in Chris’s ear, “Tell me, ‘I want to suck your big cock.’”

Chris’s whole body flushed with shame.  Why was he letting his friends treat him this way?  Worse yet, why was he liking it so much?

“Please, I- I want to suck your big cock.”  Chris said the last words so quietly, it was obvious he was uncomfortable with it.  That’s okay, Mickey thought. He would have him screaming it soon enough.  Mickey stepped closer so that his hard, ten-inch cock was staring his prude roommate in the face. 


Chris’s lips buzzed as he slowly wrapped them around the head of Mickey’s dick.  His mind was flooded with thoughts of cock:  the slick slide of skin, the slippery feel of pre-come oozing from the tip, the sweet, mouthwatering taste as he ran his tongue over it.  This wasn’t as horrifying as he thought it was going to be.  He sucked Mickey down, cheeks hollowing out as Mickey groaned low in his throat.  

Mickey’s eyes were dark, pupils blown. He was done holding back.  Mickey gripped the stud’s hair and shoved his cock all the way down so fast that Chris gagged.  He looked down with a sneer, watching full, spit-slicked lips pass along the shaft as he controlled the speed of Chris’s mouth with his hand in his hair.  Mickey noticed that he could control Chris’s mouth even more by massaging and scratching Chris’s tingly scalp.  Those hands in his hair were making Chris moan loudly and claw at the bedsheets.  The fat cock punching the back of his throat was making Chris jerk and tense up, but the sensation at the back of his throat felt better than anything all night.  He couldn’t stop his lips moving over the other man’ dick, sucking hard and fast.  He was slobbering on his buddy’s cock as if he never wanted to stop

.

“Fuck Chrissy.” Mickey marveled at the appealing sight of a cock hungry Chris.  Using all of his will-power, Mickey pulled Chris off his cock, staving off his orgasm.  He didn’t want to come just yet.

Chris whined, sounding desperate and Mickey almost shoved right back into that mouth.  He would have done it, if not for the pretty sound that left Chris’s mouth. “Please…let me. Mickey… feels so good.” Chris clawed at the sheets again, trying to pull himself closer to that beautiful cock.  

Suddenly, a hand came down on Chris’s ass — HARD.  The stud yelped as he turned around to find Connor grinning at him.  Connor brought his hand up and spanked him again.  A warmth spread out through his stinging ass cheek.  

“Miss me?”  Connor stroked the pink handprint he left on that oversized cheek.  Chris had been so wrapped up in sucking Mickey’s cock, he hadn’t even noticed Connor was gone.  Before Chris could even reply, Connor slipped his fat fingers back inside his friend’s twitchy hole.  Chris cried out and immediately started grinding back, desperate to get more inside of him.  

Connor grinned. “I thought so.  I knew your itchy, little pussy missed me.”   He kept pumping two of his thick fingers in and out of that tight puck.  Chris was practically vibrating with need.  

“Wait a sec…” Connor continued, bringing his other hand out from behind his back. “I got something better than fingers.”

Connor held something dark purple in his hand.  It had a thin cord hanging from it and a large flat base.  Connor stopped working his other hand in and out so that Chris could concentrate on what was about to go inside him.   Connor held up the large plug and delighted in the grimace it provoked in Chris.  He got so much pleasure watching Chris struggle against what his body so clearly wanted.  Connor shifted Chris around until his ass was lifted slightly, the hole exposed enough that he could slather it with lube and press the plug against Chris’s ass.  The suitemates smirked as they watched Chris stir and keen quietly at the intrusion. 


Chris shut his eyes tiredly, attempting to pull himself away from the thing probing his ass.  That thing was BIG, and even though his twitchy little hole was buzzing with need, he wasn’t sure he wanted it inside of him.  Chris started to roll away, but he was met with a wall of Mickey.  He could have lashed out — could have pulled Mickey’s hair or punched him.  He wasn’t handcuffed anymore, and he was big enough to overpower one of them.  But the feeling on his skin wouldn’t let him say anything but “yes” to his suitemates tonight.

Connor pressed the tapered head slightly into Chris’s tight hole. “You look so fucking sexy Chrissy, all hot and sweaty and needy. You fucking love it don’t you?” Connor spoke quietly in Chris’s ear, enjoying the whimper it got. “I can’t wait until you’re begging us to fuck your pussy.”



Whatever that thing was that Mickey was trying to get into him fucking hurt! Enough that Chris was pulled out of his haze and began to struggle once more.  His arms strained as Mickey held them behind his back.

The pain and the panic made it difficult to breathe.  Chris found himself becoming light headed as he tried to steady his nerves.  Could he pass out like this? What would they do if he did? The thought frightened him enough to try and slow his breathing, attempting to draw in deep breaths and try not to whimper at the press of the toy into his hole.  It felt so much different than the fingers from earlier; the plastic and its oddly pointed shape felt alien as it tried to burrow its way inside him.   


He was tight.  Mickey twisted the plug slightly and delighted in hearing Chris’s keening moan.  Chris felt a combination of pain and pleasure as the plug pressed into him slowly, breaching his hole inch by inch.



“Come on, Chrissy, relax, it’ll be so good.  Can you feel it pressing against your hole?  You look so sexy with your fat ass spread open.  It’s gonna go in there — in that tight little hole.  And then, when you’re panting and begging and bouncing on this plug, I’m gonna fuck you.   And then, once I’ve sprayed your little pussy full of cum, Mickey’s gonna fuck you.  He fucking loves sloppy seconds.  He can’t wait to fuck your loose hole.”

Mickey was holding those massive ass cheeks apart, helping Connor ease the toy in. When it finally breached the stud’s puck enough to slide in easily, Chris let out a strange sound that was a cross between a sob and a gasp.

“S'okay Chrissy, it’s in.  Fuck, you look so fuckin’ hot like this.  Such a pretty little girl.” Connor couldn’t help but stroke his cock a few times as he watched Chris tremble, hole stuffed full.  

“Fuck…turn it on, Connor. I wanna see what he thinks.”  Mickey walked back around so he could watch Chris’s face when the toy whirled to life.  “I wanna see how much he likes it.”

A low hum that was barely detectable started in the room, and with it, Chris’s answering moans. He surged up against Mickey, hands flexing and digging into his shoulders as the plug vibrated against his sensitive hole. His hips stuttered, torn between rocking against the plug or pulling away.  

This was too much!  Chris just wanted it to stop.  It hurt and felt so good at the same time. He didn’t understand how he could want something and yet hate it at the same time.  That’s what he felt right now — torn between lust and anger, between pushing Connor and Mickey away and begging them for what they’d promised. 




The plug inside him suddenly vibrated harder, and a finger began sliding against the rim of his ass.  What was Connor doing back there?  It was too much — a weird sensation of pain and hurt and fuck, yes, want, as Connor’s finger slipped inside his rim.  He felt himself grow light headed as he bucked against Connor’s finger and the plug.  His cock dragged against the wet sheets below him, but all he could think about was his stuffed almost to the point of breaking hole.  

“Oh, god…please…more…”  Chris gasped out.  He hadn’t meant to say that but he just couldn’t stop wanting —no, needing — more.   Even though his mind was screaming no, his body was saying yes.  It was making him grip Mickey’s shoulders as he arched his back like some cheap whore.  Fuck! He loved having his hole full.



He was a damn slut. Only a slut would be enjoying this right now.  Only a slut would love having his hole full of fake vibrating cock.  And, only a slut would still want more.  Chris remembered having Mickey’s dick in his mouth — the feeling of that heavy cock sliding against his overly sensitive lips, the blunt head hammering against the back of his throat.

  He wanted it back.

With shame surging through his body, Chris quietly leaned against Mickey’s broad chest and whispered in his ear, “Mickey. I wanna suck you. Please.” Mickey pulled back and looked at Chris as if he were something to be pitied before a slow smile spread across his face.   He shoved Chris’s shoulders down and jacked his hard dick a few times in front of Chris’s face.


Mickey slipped his cock between those full lips.  A cool and satisfying feeling brushed against Chris’s tongue, and fuck, if it didn’t feel good against his soft lips, slipping in easily.  Instead of fucking his mouth like Mickey had done earlier, his cock simply stayed there, heavy against Chris’s tongue. Mickey grabbed onto Chris’s head, just keeping him there.  Chris tried to move his mouth slightly, testing and found he couldn’t. It was completely stuck there until Mickey let him free and that made Chris whimper pathetically in the back of his throat like a wounded animal.




He looked so beautiful like this, Connor decided as he admired the slut they had managed to created.  Mickey had the entirety of his thick cock down Chris’s throat, and Connor had the stud twerking that massive, beachball-sized ass back tried to cram his pussy even fuller.  Connor wiggled the finger he had wedged alongside the plug, earning a squeak from Chris.  He loved how he could play the little stud like an instrument.  Connor leaned down to blow on the hot, stretched skin of his rim and Chris jolted forward, further onto Mickey’s cock.  Connor had never had this much fun playing with a toy in his whole life.  

This time, Connor dragged his tongue over the red, abused skin around the base of the plug.  Chris tensed and moaned around the thick cock in his mouth.  That sexy stud began grinding himself against the bed, desperate for some friction. He was stunning like this: half-desperate, half-scared of what he was feeling, skin angry and red over his ass and flushed pink in other places, sweat pooling in the curve of his lower back.



Connor dragged his tongue down Chris’s ass, ignoring the almost pained sound coming from the boy.  Perhaps it was time to reward the little stud ; he’d been a good boy so far.  Connor gently grabbed those soft cheeks exposing his pink hole, filled to the brim with vibrating plastic, and still glistening with lube from earlier.

Connor wrenched the massive plug from Chris’s body so hard that boy screamed.  A clever tongue quickly pressed against Chris’s puckered hole.  Connor reveled in the way Chris breathed in deep through his nose as that slimy muscle wormed its way inside his tight hole.  Connor used his fingers to play with the rim while his tongue licked up the crack, smearing spit and lube around his messy hole.  A slightly cool, tingly sensation against his tongue  made the normal act of eating jock pussy feel so much better to Connor.  He could do this all night!  




“Oh god. Oh fuck,” Chris chanted in his head over and over as that slick tongue passed over his ass, delving into his hole and pushing against it. He moaned loudly around the mouthful of cock, writhing against the sheets, wet from the countless loads of cum.  That tongue felt so wet and smooth and hot against his hole.  He couldn’t stop himself pushing back against it, whining when Connor held him down and pushed that tongue into him as far as it would go.  

Suddenly, and without warning, he was coming, hard and fast, making his vision white out and his lungs stop working for a moment.  It should have made him panic, but instead, it just made the whole thing more intense.  That tongue was flicking and pushing against him faster and harder as he rode out his orgasm.  Then, as he was slowly coming down from the high, Connor’s tongue slowed at the same time, soothing him through the tremors that wracked his body.



“Beautiful.” Connor murmured against his skin, biting the reddened flesh enjoying Chris’s flinch of pain. “Get him up on his knees Mickey, want him to ride me when I fuck him for the first time.” Connor sat up as he spoke, gripping his hard length and stroking the head with his thumb a few times, licking his lips and gripping the base with his other hand to stop himself from coming too soon.




It was easy to maneuver Chris laying in a post-orgasmic haze. Mickey pulled the boy up and helped him into Connor’s lap. Chris went easily, eyes blinking slightly as he became aware of the change of position. He tried to say something.  Mickey could see his lips nursing around the air, desperate for something back in his mouth to suck.



“Shh Chris, s'alright.” Connor stroked over his back gently, rubbing his cock between those soft, fat cheeks.  The lube was becoming tacky now.  

“Gonna need to lube you up a little more if I’m gonna fuck you. You’re such a tight little virgin,” Connor said, uncapping the tube of lube before pausing.  “You want my fingers, princess, or you want Mickey’s tongue to make our little girl wet?”




“Ahh, uhhn…. fuck.  Anything please!” Chris wanted more — wanted those fingers in him so bad or that tongue to push right into him until he came.  He didn’t care what they did to him anymore.  



Connor teased a wet finger around Chris’s stretched puck and chuckled as Chris tried to press down on it.  

“Do you like that baby? Want me to push my fingers into your little pussy? Does my girl want more?” Connor teased, watching as Chris’s eyes went wide.  The jock tipped his head back and gave a loud, breathy moan as a full body shiver went through him. Chris liked his dirty talk. “Want Daddy to fuck you with his tongue? Hmm?” he whispered in his ear, watching Chris shudder.



“Uhh…want it…” Chris arched again, head still tipped back. “Fuck me with it…your tongue, Daddy…please…feels so good.  I need it…” He was babbling, words falling out of his mouth as Connor teased that hole with his lube-soaked fingers.



“Gotta wait, Chrissy, Daddy’s gonna fuck you first before you get his tongue again.” Hands gripped at Chris’s ass as Connor sat him up and nudged his cock against Chris’s tight pucker.  



“Gonna fuck you now, Chrissy.  You want that, baby?” Connor felt the tip of his erection press just barely inside Chris. “Want me to fuck your tight little hole? Tell me, baby.  Tell me what you want.”



“Want it…want you to fuck me…do it,  please…fuck me, daddy, please, please.” Chris whined, pressing down against Connor’s cock, feeling it pop inside that tight ring.  Connor was even bigger than Mickey, and Chris didn’t think he was going to be able to take it. Kind hands gripped his hips and lowered him down.  One hard shove from Connor and he bottomed out in that perfect, tight ass.  Chris yelled out in pain as the pleasant burn made his eyes water, but Connor didn’t give him time to adjust.  He just lifted Chris off almost all the way before he pulled him back down, onto his lap.  The sound of skin slapping against skin and their moans mingled together as Connor fucked him hard and fast.

“Oh fuck, oh god. Daddy.  Connor.  Oh, God! ” He was right on the edge, right there,  and yet he couldn’t come — not with Connor pinching the base of his cock as he fucked into him.

“Not yet Chrissy…wanna see my little girl come apart when her daddy fucks her.” Connor moaned, grabbing Chris’s hair and pulling him forward, lips meeting in a messy kiss that was more tongue than lips.   The act of kissing this perfect slutty virgin made Connor cum with a shout, going rigid as he fired thick bursts of come deep inside Chris.  

Chris groaned low in his throat.  He needed Connor’s dick to keep fucking him.  Pouting as Connor pushed him off,  Chris looked to Mickey, demanding he fuck him now.

“Beg for it, sugar,” Mickey began, but Chris was too quick.  He had already positioned himself on top of Mickey and was lowering his needy hole onto Mickey’s cock.  

“Fuck, baby.  You need it that bad, huh?” Mickey said, sliding into Chris’s relaxed ass.  Chris instantly started bouncing up and down on that pole, panting quietly.



Mickey groaned. It was tight — tighter than he thought it would be after his friend’s cock had opened the virgin up.  Mickey pounded into Chris hard, gripping his hair as he did and biting at the exposed neck that was presented to him.  It was hard enough to leave a mark — hard enough to make Chris scream his release against their stomachs.  Mickey pulled out and stroked his cock a few times before cumming streaks of white hot jizz all over Chris’s pretty face. 



 It was several moments before anyone moved or said anything.  It was Chris’s soft whimper that broke the silence, and Connor swore he saw tears in the other man’s eyes as the realization of what just happened hit him.  Sure, sometimes Chris had pushed them away, but mostly he agreed to it.  Had he wanted this to happen?

Connor ran a soothing hand down his front, smearing the cooling cum over his toned abs. “So fuckin’ good Chrissy… Daddy wanted that for so long.” Connor slowly got up from the bed, pulling Mickey with him to gather their clothing as if nothing had happened. He wasn’t sure where this went now that they’d had their fun. He hoped Chris would forever be changed by this night and the liquid they had spread on his skin.

  When the pair of them were dressed, Connor took one last look at Chris as he lay on the bed, covered in cum and sweat, one leg tangled in the sheets. His eyes were glassy and his lips were swollen as he lay there, staring at the ceiling.  Chris finally opened his mouth and spoke quietly.



“…Me too, Daddy.  I think I wanted that too.”

Waiting for them to come Home (Part 2)

(Because I forgot to add some of the men we all love, didnt I?) Just imagine you are back on the couch, waiting for days now, your body laid out on the cushions, a soft blanket draped over you to protect you from the chill of the night. And you wait for the door to open, for your lover, your husband, your better half to finally come home again.

Alejandro doesnt try to be silent, even though it is the middle of the night, his gear thumping to the floor and his footsteps surely carrying him towards the kitchen first, opening the still warm pot to swipe a finger through the food, tasting it greedily. But soon he walks towards the living room, finding you and a brilliant smile lights up his face. He is quick to scoop you up and over his shoulder, hands splayed on your ass as he carries your spluttering and quickly awakened form up the stairs, promising to make up for lost time. His hand never leaves your ass all the way up, feeling and groping as he goes, body already burning. 'Mi armor, wake up, i brought some presents for you and the biggest of them is me!'

Rodolfo, that sweet big man, is quiet as he comes into your shared home. He knows you are surely waiting for him, you had always done it when he was late from his assignments. And lo and behold, there you are, curled around his pillow on the couch. A soft smile on his lips, he kneels beside you, caressing your cheeks and whispering softly to you. His big hands easily lift you into his arms, his cheek against yours, further whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soft kisses trailing along your nose until you scrunch it just the way he loves, waking you softly before he takes you to bed with you. 'Told you so often you dont need to wait up, Love. Warms my heart though, so good to me. Don't worry, im not gonna let you outta bed until I had my fill of your kisses.'

Horangi is a strange mixture of reactions. On one side, he always told you to not wait up, to sleep in the bed and be comfortable, he wouldnt mind. On the other hand, seeing you sleeping on the couch, clearly waiting for him to come back, has his heart just slightly racing, as if he had the dice in his hand and was only one throw away from the biggest Jackpot of his life. He hesitates for a second, just taking in your pose, his smile turning into an amused smirk as he sees you drooling in your sleep. Will take a picture to blackmail you with in the morning before unceremoniously putting you over his shoulder and climbing up the stairs, laughing at your sleepy mumbles and your hands steadying yourself on his hips and ass. 'Don't worry Byeolbit (my starlight, if Goggle is correct...), you can touch that some more in just a few minutes. After we both took a shower, one of us reeks and I am not sure its me.' Will pull you with himself under the shower, doesn't care about your PJ's or your sleepdrunk state.

König doesnt know what to do. He is big and burly and strong and he is scared to touch you, you look like a small doll so cosily curled up on the cushions and he really doesnt want to wake you but if you sleep like *this* its gonna be hell on your back and neck and he doesnt want it. That big man is fluttering helplessly around you, hands reaching out before pulling back without touching you, nearly whining underneath his breaths in indecision before he finally, after minutes, settles on poking your cheek gently. 'Liebling (Love, Honey), you awake? You are gonna hurt in the morning... Let me... Let me just...' His words taper off as you blink drowsily at him, so comfy but also so very happy he is home that you cling to him like a koala. His big arms wrap around you, his face flushing so bright he wonders if you can see it shining red in the darkness of your shared home. He is so very careful with every step he climbs up the stairs, one arm around your back, the other underneath your ass as he carries you without problem.

Sleeping Positions with them. (II)

Alejandro: - sleeps naked, everytime. But thankfully he only does this at home or at base, where he feels safe. (though more than once you have found a knife underneath your pillow. If he cant wear it in bed he is hiding it in bed.) - likes to sleep on his side, one arm and leg hooked around you loosely - snores. Dont let him tell you something different, he snores! - can and will turn into an octupus-cuddler in the middle of the night (no, going to the loo is not possible anymore. But you learn fast - either pee before going to bed or become an escape artist, your choice.) - moves around while sleeping, falls asleep on your right side, wakes up on your left side. - hates blankets, but you need one and he has to grudgingly accept it. - tries to become your blanket in the middle of the night, which can be very strange feeling when waking up to your *blanket* poking you in the stomach...

Rudy: - is a switch spoon. - loves holding you, loves being held by you - skin contact is an absolute must with this man! The more, the better! - Mumbles and talks in his sleep, but mostly in his first language. - cant get enough of you sleeping on top of his stomach and chest, or on his back when he is sleeping facedown, loves your weight on his body in every position - sleeps only in briefs or boxers, he is one of those men who run even hotter at night - which doesnt explain why he always ALWAYS steals your blanket! He has one, you have one. The morning comes and you have NONE but he has two?

König: - shy sleeper, is sorry that he takes up most of the kingsize bed - its cuddle-time before sleep, a kiss to your forehead, a softly whispered 'I love you' against your lips before he turns away from you - loves sleeping back to back with you, or at least falling asleep like that. Feels like he always has your back, is the reliable man in your life. - wakes up draped over you, but thankfully in a way that wont have you suffocating, thank everything holy. - wears an old shirt and very comfy and fuzzy pants to bed, sometimes even wears socks in bed because this man has cold feet. - he ALWAYS has cold feet. - and if you tease him, he will get even and stick his ice-cold fridge-feet against your sleepwarm body. - the rest of his body is a furnace, but by everthing holy, this mans feet can freeze liquids.

Horangi: - a tiger in bed, in the sense that he lazily drapes himself over as much of the kingsize bed as possible - you need to bend and form yourself around that man or find a spot where none of his limbs are already occupying the space or you wont be sleeping good tonight - is quick in gathering every pillow and blanket and arranging it how he likes it, like making a nest or a den in your bed. - will sleep only in his boxershorts and a muscle shirt - and that man loves when he can be the big spoon, if he doesnt have to make you space - if you are in the bed first, he will simply flop onto you and bully and push and press you in the position he wants - BITES! That man bites! It doesnt matter if he is asleep or not, he will nibble and nip and bite you if he can, wont remember it in the morning - will turn into a snake in the middle of his sleep, dragging you closer and closer, winding himself around you as close and tight as he can, his nose buried in your neck or in between your breasts (doesnt matter if you are male or female, there are breasts, tiddies, and he will have his face pressed there, they are his, no more comments.) - is the most active sleeper after Soap, but at least he is moving you with him in his sleep. You can fall asleep on your back, in his arms and wake up with your feet on your pillow, one arm holding onto a blanket, the other getting chewed on by your man, who is trying to become a starfish-limpet underneath you while one of his hands surely grasps your behind.

The Walking Dead Masterlist (2024) Part 2

General

Oneshots

"A Field of Daisies"

@fanficimagery

Imagine running into a group of survivors that you decide to take a chance on and bring them home with you. Your decision ends up leading to a reunion no one saw coming, not even yourself.

Negan Smith

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

Daryl Dixon

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

"The Red Witch" Part 2

@fanficimagery

In need of proper shelter and food, the group starts looking for places to scavenge. When they pinpoint a spot on the map that they've yet to search, Negan warns them against it.

"Welcome To The End" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

"Unforgettable Memories" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Final Part Epilogue

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

"Sucker For Pain" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

"Found You" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

@sourwolf-sterek32

Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Oneshots

"I Now Pronounce You.."

@fanficimagery

You and Daryl have been together for years, but no one really knows it because of how private the two of you are. But when you get to the Commonwealth and the women can't stop staring, you and Daryl make things official.

"Terminus"

@sourwolf-sterek32

Terminus. It was not a sanctuary for all. It was far from it and little did you know today was about to turn into the worst day of your life as you sat in front of a blood stained metal tub. Your life minutes away from crashing down around you as you looked through teary eyes at your brother, Sam.

“Wake Me Up When September Ends Part 2” from Otto with Keytar and Drums!

“Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree Part 2” from Otto with Keytar and Drums!

Truce

‘You’re literally embarrassing yourself right now.’

She rolled her eyes

‘I mean come on? Really? A basket?’

‘Aw so cute of you, you made me a basket. Again’ She fake smiled at him and kept her thought secret.

Finnick laughed behind her. She turned around and gave him a look that made him shut up.

He still giggled a bit but kept it to himself.

‘Thank you Caspian. I’m … gonna put it to the other ones that you weaved for me’ she looked at him.

Caspian smiled at her ‘hey Y/N are you coming to the race tonight by any chance?’ He asked her with confidence.

Finnick stopped laughing ‘oh she is.’ He nodded in a arrogant way

‘With me. Because I’m gonna win tonight’ he scoffed

Caspian looked at Finnick with disgust and bore.

‘Have I talked to you? She can use her own mouth, she’s not dumb’

Y/n was silent, she knew better than get between her bestfriend and her admirer.

‘Oh? Since when do you talk back Belltide?’

Finnick stepped closer pulling Y/N behind him.

Y/n was annoyed by them.

‘Stop.’ She said but both still argued

‘Stop!’ She said a bit louder

‘Oh my… fine if you won’t hear, you’ll feel.’ With that she threw both of them off the pier and into the water.

‘Both of you get over yourself! Fucking hell’ with that she stepped home.

The 13 year old Finnick couldn’t understand how his crush couldn’t see him the way he saw her.

He has been in love with her since he was 8, he would have never weaved her baskets or giftet her hair ties. No.

He giftet her the first ever pearl he found, even made her a trident when he was just barely 10 years old. And teached her how to swim and fish.

But she still sees him as a friend.

‘You’re a loser Odair’ Caspian said ‘no, no that’s not the right term… you’re a wuss.’

‘Be silent Belltide. Or you will regret it.’ He said dangerously silent

‘How long have you loved her now 3.. 4 years?’

‘6’

‘SIX YEARS!?’ Caspian was shocked

‘Six years and you never told her? Wow that’s actually sad. You make me sad Finnick’ he shook his head

Both of them finally got out of the water and sat down. Not talking.

‘You know. When I see her, I see the ocean.

I see the sun rising and setting on the horizon.

I see the reflection on the water surface. I see all that in just her eyes.’ He confessed

‘Her hair is silkier than the slimy fish we catch.

And no I don’t mean that her hair is slimy.

Or her lips. I love to look at her when she laughs, it’s real.’ He sighed

Caspian looked at him and said nothing

‘Every year since we turned 12, I’m scared, not for me.’

‘But for her’ he looked to the water

‘I imagine that she’s gonna be reaped, or the both of us. And that I kill her. I could never do that and that’s why I kill myself.

Or I’m reaped and die and she kills herself’

He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts.

Caspian looked at him and gave him his hand

‘Truce?’

Finnick looked at it and took it

‘Truce’

PT2?

Part 2 of ‘Offcuts’. TW: blood/gore, animal death, minor body horror

I swear I do actually like genshin content (even though I have thoughts sometimes) but just finished cynos story quest part two and no actually story spoilers but seriously?? No scarlet king design AGAIN?? We got to see the seven sages but not the scarlet king?? Give me KING DESHRET HOYO

part 2 body swap

dabi was in hawk’s body he had hawk’s emotions and his skills and hawk’s could be anywhere by know as he knew the mamacloud. He figured Toga was in the round faced floaty girls body from UA they had a wired friendship, and handyman was swamped with his brother Nat he may not know dabi or touya was alive but really shiggy his brother he needed to track down hawks as soon as he can cause the man had some questions coming his way.

Well hawks had good timing. As d-touya got out of hawk’s bed and walk into his kitchen, hawks himself fell through a window trying to get in. Touya stared “ WTF” he deadpanned.

hawks stuttered out a greeting as he stood up in Dabi’s body it was a miracle that he hadn’t popped a staple, hawks held his hands up in surrender unfazed by Touya’s anger and other emotions while hawks felt like he was a walking bad mental health example even if he didn’t look it he certainly felt it “ how the fuck do you put up with this” he says as hawks says “ you want answers and to clear things up don’t you “.

~the train to the capital~

The car kept moving as I looked out into the crowd many reporters and photographers Callum was still crying I mean I couldn’t blame him we were like lambs being sent to slaughter. Crysta was trying to comfort Callum telling him all the greatest of the capitol and how amazing everything was going but he continued to sniffle. Crysta frowned and got out a tissue to whip away the little boys tears I felt horrible for him.it felt like these most recent games have been the most painful and violent maybe 6 or 7 games ago a girl had tracked down every single tributes and had slammed their hands to floor and gutted them it was obvious she would’ve won. As I looked in my small bag to see the gifts my grandma had gave me (authors note sorry chat I forgot to write that In I forgot to check my before I posted 😭😭) inside the bag was a small necklace with a locket with a dragon fly on it,a little bag of coffe cake she always made really good coffee cakes,some cookies that my uncle had made and finally a letter with a blue ribbon with a white lace trim tied around it.. I’ll read when I get on the train. Then the car pulled to a stop and we got out Crysta lead us into the train smiling and waving to the photographers once we had stepped into the train I took a glance around and it was one of the most futuristic things I’ve ever seen. “Now children these will your mentors this year!” Crysta announced “this is Holden” she pointed to a man who had a clean cut buzz one scar on his right cheek and another a rock the bridge of his nose and he nodded to us “now this is Visha!” She pointed to a lady with freckles, waving brown hair, and gold stud earrings “evening” the lady smiled and nodded “hi” I lol,Ed at both of them and Callum sniffled “h-hello”. Crysta nodded “aren’t they the sweetest now you can look around at your rooms or stay out here just be back for suppers at 8!” She said cheerfully.

I heard over to my and it was one of the most luxurious rooms I’ve ever been in it had a huge bed,a dark wood dresser,and when I walked into the bathroom it looked like it was pure marble,the shower looked richer then me and it couldn’t even make any money..I took my little bag of gifts and set them on the dresser and chose to look in the dresser draws. Their were almost everything color of dressing I could think of form mahogany to piggy pink. Apparently it was only gonna take us a day to get to the capital which made me a bit upset I have the access to basically every color of clothing and I can only wear one?think about how it will only take a day what if the caption takes my gifts? Maybe I should read the letter now..i opened the small bag and took the letter out gently sliding off the ribbon and opened it

“Dear scarlet,

If you have gotten this letter this means you have been reaped

Now don’t fear each of these gifts represents something special even if you don’t understand now you’ll understand later

This letter,coffee cake,cookie,and tea locket all have something you will understand

Love,your grandma”

Well that seemed cryptic I;m guessing the coffee cake is supposed to symbolize now judging a person by their cover when I was 6 before I tried my grandma coffee cake I thought it would bad because I didn’t like coffee I didn’t want to try till one day I did and I loved it..the cookies probably mean a bond between family but now I wonder what does the letter or the dragonfly locket mean..? It tugged at my brain for the rest of ride and before I knew it supper once I came out of my I sat down across form Callum Crysta next to me,visha was next to Callum and Holden sat at the head of the table. When I looked at the food it looked absolutely delicious it was almost like gold sparkled off of the food as we ate reaping of past districts, played on the tv. As I watched the prettiest girl I have ever seen volunteered for district one dark brown hair,brown eyes,beautiful red lips a stunning voice… apparently her name is Penelope. I snapped my eyes away form the tv trying to evade suspicion going to continue eating Crysta poured me some strawberry soda and we all talked about mostly  miscellaneous things till Visha spoke up “now remember you need to shock the capital now something worth hatred But something to shock them in order for them to love you for sponsors” we all looked at her and she sipped on her sparkling water and Holden nodded in agreement. After supper was finished I had checked up on Callum he was doing better then he was before I headed to too and for someone reason I was stil hungry so I ate my coffee cake and cookie. I opened the dresser draws again and picked out a soft peach night gown with a white trim and went to fresher up. Their was 50 types of soap scents to chose form I was almost overwhelmed with how many choices I could make..I chose a rose scented one because you can never go wrong with flowers I think this is my first hot shower even I’m used to cold baths but this is nice I wish I could stay on this train long enough to get used to it.as I scrub my body and was thinking aground what my hair type could be in order to pick the right shampoo I wondered how my family was holding up was my mom okay? What about my dad? What about my brothers? I tried to push it away but it keep coming back my mom loves roses my dad would fake ones out of hay for her because they were are in 10. As I picked a rose scented shampoo i tried not to think of how much of a tragedy really was for the frist 2 districts, it was like a bunch of kids fighting to go for the lowers it was fight not to go..one thing I didn’t notice was a small rack of what I think are perfumes? Maybe I should smell them later. After I dried myself off and put in my night gown I smelled the perfume and they all smelled amazing it likes the capitol is trying to buttered us up before we’re set off it like they goodbye meals we would give to are farm animals before they were sent to butchered. After I set all the perfumes back it was already 11 so I thought I should get some rest and I got into bed and fell asleep in about 20 minutes.

~the first look at the capital~

The next morning I woke up at around 8 and I picked out a rock blue dress it was similar to my reaping day dress but more fancy I guess I too another shower and continued with my rose theme. I tied my ribbon toe on my collar and went to eat breakfast. The pancakes sparkle silver I had stacked up w pancakes and poured powder sugar,maple syrup,and I polled. Acoupels berries on their too and started eating Callum came in a bit late still in his pajama he started eating.”uhm mr.?” Callum looked at Holden and he nodded “uh do you have any survival skills? so I can start planing ahead..?” Holden took a deep breath “okay kid listen you too” he pointed at me “ I don’t know what this is could be a desert wasteland,an arctic forest or a tropical Island but you gotta find water either way 2 or more days without water Is basically death” Callum seemed a bit shaken but nodded “don’t forgot either now unless you get High trying score I want you maybe find a small supply pack near the whatever direction you’re running and take off if nothings near you go turn around and run into that arena when it not fun that way were you lose sight wait till night to get left I eve supplies if he craters are camping their don’t go for it” he looked at Visha “make alliances don’t be rude it gives them a reason to kill you” she took a sip of her coffee “we can brainstorm but I’d for you guys not to be too stressed before we’re even at the Capital she looked at the hunger games rerun on the screen “oh looked that me right their she pointed and we looked he looked the same but way younger and less freckles she had blood all over her and she was suffocating someone and Crysta gasped “Visha! Don’t scare the poor boy!” Visha smirked and Holden rubbed his forehead as call,um tried not to pay any mind and ate his food seeming to be make sacred then when he frist came out. After breakfast I stayed to help clean up well Callum got ready once he came out we continued watching reruns of the games till they made it the rotten that’s when district 12 got a Victor smart winning move he had their I might have to pick up a thing or two form him but I shouldn’t copy something from last games the higher tributes probably already trained to prevent it…once the clock hit 3 we made are arrived at the capital for what I imagine the capital looks like it was 10 times more luxurious and golden than I ever thought it would be,cars lined the streets and maybe blood fashion choices did too,towers as high as the sky’s and streets that looked lined by gold> they stoped and pointed at us like they were picking out farm animals and Crysta whispered to us “smile and wave kids!” She said cheerfully we did some Callum waved and smiled showing off his missing tooth. I waved and smiled trying to seem excited to go into an arena to fight for my life.

(Authors note here’s what the victors look like btw!)



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