Clickbaiting massive time wasting trash with fugly takes and suffers from the curse of hatred against Sasuke (and The Uchiha Clan). Solo Weeb is a maggot. NO! Umm Dung Beettle. A make believe grass toucher (second or third channel).
Few days ago that mesh of armpit fungus decided to post a he was wrong about Sasuke. I won't watch that buffoonery and it doesn't matter. That worm posted of video in an earlier time of being proud that he got a tattoo of Sasuke decapitated by Killua (screw that wretch who gave him that as well but that trash is not a landfill). Real shame considering he knows of Sasuke's story. Oops I forgot. Lame loser loves sucking his precious Soloking's crows and the Chlorocumphyll of The Leaf. Probably believes that The Will Of Fire will keep himself safe from fire on fire.
Whines of how Sakura should have fought Sasuke rewrite but not beat with the title that she should have killed Sasuke. Which is amusing because no Sasuke means bye story and what a shame for a Solodweeb with a collection of naruto crap and stuff from other animes and this gamer clown doesn't realize that such desire for Sakura to actually fight Sasuke has already been fulfilled technically in Naruto Shippuden Ultimate Ninja Storm 3 (or Full Burst).
But like imagine hating a child character so much that you're willing to do that and gloat. Engraving who you hate on yourself? Couldn't ignore?
Imagine being friends with a croweater and going to a club party with her. She points out that one of the members is eye-fucking you the entire night.
Words: 3,357
Rating: M for mature / NSFW (smut... like, a lot)
Pairing: Happy X Fem!OC (Morgan)
"Man, you are one lucky little bitch." Skylar remarked with a smirk and a swig of beer, chuckling when Morgan's head snapped in her direction as she adjusted her breasts. "What are you talking about?" She went to take a sip of her own beer as she turned her attention to her skirt, hiking it up farther and making Morgan roll her eyes internally at her.
She'd known her since middle school and shared an apartment together in Charming when college didn't work out for either of them. Of course, most of Skylar's nights she was at the Son's clubhouse; letting whatever horny puppy she found guide her into their room. If Morgan remembered correctly, the mutt's name was Kozik this month.
Back when Skylar first started becoming a croweater she had no idea what she was getting herself into, being involved with her. With Charming being such a small town, she'd of course heard of them through the sex-demonized-lenses of the locals. But it quickly became apparent that Morgan wouldn't be dragged into anything, so long as she kept her nose clean and her legs closed.
The whole thing didn't really bother her; so long as she was able to pay rent and financially support herself. Who cared if she had a hobby? She wasn't stupid; she always kept condoms on her, took birth control, and got checked for STD's and STI's constantly.
Skylar moved her eyes from Morgan, to the corner of the bar; signaling for her to glance over. With a tired sigh, she looked over, searching for what she had picked out so expertly in the crowd of people around them. Her eyes landed on the table full of bikers, her gaze stopping on a bald man with a toothpick between his teeth. He rolled it across his tongue as his eyes worked their way along her body shamelessly; stopping momentarily to appreciate the low neckline of the shirt she had borrowed from Skylar... rather, the shirt she had forced her to wear, specifically because it was two sizes too small and 'make your breasts look amazing'.
"That's one Daddy I haven't been able to bag." She smirked, impressed that he was even looking at her the way he was, given his history of staying away from most croweaters. Morgan sniggered, looking to the table as she felt her face warm up.
"Fix your top, let the girls out! If I can't get him, you sure as hell should try!" She encouraged, pushing her chest out in example and moving to do it herself when she didn't listen to her. "Okay, okay!" she chuckled, slapping her hands away from her breasts as she moved the neckline farther down, revealing the lace edging of the bra underneath.
She glanced over to him again, looking at him through her fake eyelashes as she arched her back slightly inward, feeling the shirt ride up her waist and settle just below her rib cage. His face was unchanging; his jaw set harshly as he rolled the toothpick again, his head moving to one side as his eyes pierced through her, slowly appreciating her adjustments.
"That hot piece of ass, is Happy." Sky informed with a lustful sigh, tilting her head slightly towards Morgan as she snorted, the name snapping her back to her friend.
"Happy?" She asked, turning to her with a smirk and stifling a chuckle. She cocked a brow to her, her lips curling before she continued. "Look, I don't ask any questions outside the realm of 'Where do you want me to bend over?' okay? Yes. His name is Happy. Happy Lowman." She snapped back in a stern tone, softening again as she said his name. Morgan chuckled at the name, not expecting something so lighthearted for someone like him.
"Of course, most of the people who knew him during his nomad days just refer to him as the 'Tacoma Killer'." She added with an unimportant wave of her hand, throwing back the last of her beer. Morgan stole a quick glance towards him, thinking that suited him more as she realized he hadn't moved an inch.
"I bet he's into some really kinky shit. I could totally picture him marking me and choking me while he pounds into me. Betcha he knows a thing or two about ropes and cuffs." She held her tongue between her teeth, looking over at him and laughing as her friend slapped her arm, not being able to hold in her laughter. "Oh my god. Sky, stop!" Morgan chuckled, her stomach going slightly warm as she felt the alcohol move right through her. Skylar looked to the corner of the bar again, this time grinning when she looked back at her.
"He still looking?" Morgan asked, not wanting to follow her line of sight, but feeling his gaze on her as she looked again. "Dude. He's practically fucking you right on this table with his eyes... You think he'll gag you?" She answered, humping the air and covering her mouth as she moaned exaggeratedly. Morgan slapped her arm in response, unable to answer her as she laughed and realized how quickly her three drinks had passed through her.
"Oh god... I need to take a piss... watch my beer." She chuckled, standing and heading towards the bathroom, weaving around the intertwined bodies in the bar, and trying to ignore the sex around her.
Morgan opened the door to go back to Skylar, throwing the paper towel into the garbage and not paying attention as she walked out, smacking straight into a wall... a wall... covered in... leather...?
"Shit, sorry. Wasn't paying attention." She apologized, recognizing the patches on the chest of his kutte, and glancing up to see which member she had tried walking through.
His dark eyes stared back down at her as his hand came to his lips to remove the toothpick. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him, his eyes tracing the curves of her body hungrily; like he was in the corner of the bar. He pushed the door behind her open, standing to the side to let her go. She was about to, when a thought crossed her mind.
W.W.S.D? : What would Skylar do?
Morgan took a step back into the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing with her lips as he cocked a brow. Her stomach set ablaze as she realized what she had initiated: public sex with a murderer. He took a step towards her. She took half a step back, minimizing the space between them as he closed the door behind him. The metallic click of the lock sent a tingling sensation through her as she wondered what her lust had dragged her into.
"Think you can do half as much as your eyes promise?" She teased uneasily, putting a shaky hand on her hip as he brought a hand to the opposite side of her waist. Her hands moved to his chest as he closed the gap between them, his free hand delicately holding her chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in slowly, very close, until he was about to touch her lips.
"Only if you're willing, Mami."
Her neck stretched towards him, pressing her chest into his as her arms snaked around his neck. She was surprised at how gentle he was as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed against him fully. He kissed her bottom lip, the bridge of his nose grazing hers as he lightly nibbled, one of his hands snaking under her shirt and tracing circles into her stomach.
She gasped lightly as one of his hands squeezed her ass, pushing her hips into his. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, groaning softly into it as she moved against him again. He gripped her breast over the thin padding of her bra as he moved down her, his free arm scooping her up and pressing her back against the door as her legs wrapped around him. Her arms tightened around him as she let out a small yelp at his sudden action.
"Easy, Killer." She murmured without thinking, quickly shutting her mouth when she realized what she had said. Her face flushed, afraid of how he'd react. She heard a chuckle at her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive area as he sucked on it, instantly relaxing her. His arm pulled her hips closer to his as he ground them into her, his other hand wedging under her bra to tease her breast. Her hand went to the back of his head as he bit her neck a little harder, growling softly as she gasped. She moaned as she tilted her head back into the door.
Apparently satisfied with her response, he trailed his tongue down her chest, his hand snaking out of her bra and moving to push her shirt up. He moved his hands to hook behind her knees as she took the fabric into her hands, pulling it over her head and throwing it behind him as he latched his mouth onto her again.
He held her tight against him as he moved her away from the door, placing her delicately onto the counter of the sink before allowing his hands to roam her body. His teeth tugged at the sensitive area on her throat as her hands trailed down his chest and slipped her fingers under his shirt, tracing the muscles on his lower stomach. He pushed on the small of her back, moving her closer to him and unhooking her bra with his free hand. His lips traced a line up her neck, stopping to ghost her jaw as he growled into her ear in approval when she stroked him through his jeans. His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of her pants before he set his hands on the counter on either side of her thighs. Her bra slipped from her shoulders as she waited.
"Bend over." His voice was deep and gravely, sending shivers up her spine as his teeth raked roughly along her bottom lip. She slipped off the edge of the counter obediently without a word; their lips nearly touching, they were so close.
She turned slowly, resting her elbows on the counter and quickly glancing into the mirror in front of her. He looked down at her ass hungrily, his hands moving along it and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans to pull them down. A hand went between her thighs, lightly pushing them apart as the other traveled up her torso.
He planted a kiss between her shoulders as he traced a soft line along the length of her panties, his other hand taking her breast and rolling the flesh. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a hum escaping her lips as his fingers pinched her nipple. The hand at her panties disappeared momentarily, and she was about to open her eyes to find where it had gone; when it slapped her ass, making an audible smack and leaving a sweet sting.
She let out a small yelp, making him chuckle as he slapped it again. This time he squeezed and held it for a moment before sliding his hand up her thigh. He kissed the back of her neck as he traced her slit over her panties, making her breathe a bit heavier now as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her in the mirror. He pressed his hips against her as he turned to whisper in her ear, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric, and pushing into her folds.
"Nice an' wet for me already?" A deep, rumbly chuckle. "Good girl."
Morgan whimpered as he pulled her nipple harshly, his other hand moving one of its fingers to tease her entrance. A small gasp left her as he wiggled it inside her, his thumb lightly brushing her clit as she moaned. "Happy..." She breathed, closing her eyes as he moved it back and forth. He growled behind her.
"That's not what you call me, Mami..." He whispered huskily, suddenly curling his finger up and ripping a moan from her. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes again, looking at him in the mirror. He was still turned towards her, hunched over her as his teeth teased her right shoulder, his hips pressed against her left thigh.
"What do I call you?" She murmured, his thumb diving deeper into her to better stimulate her clit, forcing her eyes shut again as she sucked in a quick breath. She felt him smirk against her as he nuzzled into her neck. "You got it right the first time..." He glanced at her again, watching her reaction as he squeezed her breast and pushed in another finger. "Killer..!" She moaned as his fingers curled and wiggled, her head hanging and pulling close to her chest as she shuddered.
"Good girl..." He praised again, easing up and slowing his pace as he pumped his fingers inside her. She whimpered lightly as her breathing settled, shifting slightly to try and rub her ass against his crotch. She heared a deep chuckle close to her neck as his lips ran up it to whisper in her ear.
"You want this cock, baby girl?" He hummed, grinding it into her and letting her feel how hard he was. She hummed back before responding, looking at him in the mirror. "Please, Killer..." She gasped, moving against him again as he thrust his fingers into her harshly with a smirk.
"I can't hear you, girl." He teased as he gripped her breast, making her stand up and lean into his chest. One of her hands went to the back of his neck as his thumb circled her clit.
"I want your cock, Killer..! Please!" She moaned, her head tilting back and resting on his shoulder as he grinned at her reflection. Morgan's eyes closed as she whimpered at the loss of his hands, but they quickly shot open when she heard the ripping of fabric.
Her panties were in shreds by the time she looked behind her, the small pieces of them balled up into his hands. She leaned towards the sink now as he threw them to the ground, his hands going to his jeans as she shook her ass a little for him. He gave it a smack as his fly came down, a smirk spreading across his lips as she bit her bottom lip and shook it again, teasing him as he slipped a condom on. He gripped her hip with one hand, pushing her knees apart with one of his as he rubbed himself along her slit.
Her eyes fluttered as he pushed inside her, gripping the edges of the counter as she let out a breathy moan. She pushed him into her even more as she arched into him. He grunted above her as his hands gripped her a bit harder, reminding her who was in control as he thrust into her. Her head hung close to her chest as he pounded into her; his pace slow, but his thrusts powerful. It knocked the breath from her every time he slammed into her. She moaned as she rocked with him, wishing he would at the very least do something with one of his hands as her skin ached to be touched.
Her head jerked up as he gripped her throat, pulling her up and forcing her to straighten her back a little. He bent close to her, his pace quickening as his mouth went to her neck. "Killer..!" She groaned as he sucked and bit just below her ear, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to pull her attention to him. His hand at her hip moved up her stomach to grip her breast, rolling her nipple as he growled into her ear.
She shivered at his touch as she heard him groan, leaning his head on her shoulder as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand slid from her breast, and up to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers happily, moaning as he jerked back lightly on her throat before sliding his hand down her body. Her hips jerked as his fingers quickly found her clit, circling it quickly as he pounded his cock deeper into her. The hand at her throat left then, quickly appearing at her thigh as it held it up onto the counter, opening her legs farther and allowing him easy access to her sweet spot.
"Killer, I-" She groaned as she felt her thighs tighten, the heat in her stomach building as he bit harshly into her neck. He sucked lightly on the area before groaning back to her. "Come for me, baby girl."
He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, moaning loudly as her hips bucked in his hands. He buried his face into her neck as she cried his name, one of her hands shooting to the back of his head as he groaned into her. Her chest heaved as he thrust into her a few more times, going deep and slow as he did so, making her jerk and hold into him tighter every time.
"Good girl..." He breathed, chuckling tiredly as he rested his head against Morgan's, catching his breath as he slid out of her. He held her steady as he set her leg down, supporting her as her legs had gone weak. After allowing some time for the feeling to return to her legs, he zipped up his jeans and turned towards the door.
Morgan smiled to herself, closing her eyes and running a hand through her dark hair as she shook her head at her current situation. She jumped a little as she felt his hands at her ankles, not expecting him to still be there. She glanced down at him, wondering if he wasn't done with her and asking herself if she was ready for him if that were the case.
His eyes stayed on her panties in his hands as he helped her into what was left of them, pulling them up her thighs and lightly grazing his fingers back down them as he went to get her jeans from the other side of the room.
She picked up her bra as he turned the fabric right side out. She hopped up onto the sink counter, and looped her arms through her bra as he lined her legs up with her jeans.
"You're not what I expected, Killer." She commented light heartedly, smirking at him as she hooked her bra. His eyes quickly flicked up to her before focusing back to the fabric in his hands, a small smile on his lips as he pulled her jeans up. She slid off the counter so he could fully pull them onto her, her breath catching as he kissed her stomach lightly, setting a trail of soft kisses up between her breasts and along her throat as his fingers worked her zipper and button. She was nearly out of breath as his lips ghosted hers, one of her hands lightly touching his stomach as her neck stretched towards him. His hands rested on her hips as he placed the most delicate kiss she'd ever experienced against her lips.
"See ya around, Mami." He chuckled as she moved towards him before sticking his tongue in her mouth, his lips pushing against hers harshly before pulling back. He turned to smile at her before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back out into the bar.
Skylar practically squealed with delight as she saw Morgan exit the same bathroom shortly after Happy. The only time she stopped begging her to tell her what happened was when Kozik approached her with a hungry smile.
She couldn't help but notice how Happy was still eye-fucking her from across the room; only this time he did it with a smirk on his lips, almost daring her to do the same.
In which Roux eats roadkill (bonus puns for them eating a crow and bein a Croweater), Vaan starts drooling bc he is also a roadkill eating gremlin, and Cargo being utterly disgusted and cooking them some delicious curry instead.
Tig Trager, Season 4 Episode 12, Burnt and Purged Away - “Chibs and Hap went home. Haven't seen Bobby or Juice. I think Jax finally tracked down Ope. And Miles and Kozik are dead.”
Tig Trager, Season 4 Episode 12, Burnt and Purged Away - “I wanna hunt like David. I wanna kill me a giant man. I wanna slay my demons, but I’ve got lots of them.”
