I just found you account yesterday and binged through all of your content lol
Two questions tho
Can I be 🦭 anon
And
Can you write something about cod men(the ones you wrote for) using a portal pussy on fem!reader??
Absolutely!!
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Buying a portal pussy for your boyfriend, Johnny, was probably one of the worst best ideas you've ever had. He's such a horny little bastard, you should've known that he would share the portal with his teammates.
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"Go on, lads, my Bonnie's okay with it." Soap laughs, sipping a cold beer.
Gaz lunges forward, yanking the portal pussy up off of the coffee table. He lightly stroked the folds of the portal pussy - your pussy.
"She's already so wet." Gaz laughs, easily plunging two fingers into the portal. It doesn't take much time for him to coax an orgasm from it, your pussy clenching and spasming wildly around his fingers.
Gaz frees himself from his pants, his cheeks warming as his colleagues stare at him. He lines his rock-hard cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your soft, wet cunt.
It doesn't take long for Gaz to bury himself balls deep, moaning as he fills you with cum. Gaz pants weakly, keeping the portal stuffed with his softening cock.
Price yanks the portal off of Gaz, making him jerk and moan weakly. Your pussy's gaping and leaking cum. "Messy little thing, isn't she?"
Price's fingers press the cum back into you. He teases your opening with his cock, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Price sinks into you with virtually no resistance, Gaz having loosened you up.
"Fuck, oh fuck." Price groans, forcing your pussy down to the root of his cock. "She's - she's fuckin' squeezin' me."
Price grunts as he fucks into the portal. He curses and gasps under his breath. Price's thrusts are brutal and deep. He can feel himself colliding with your cervix every time he bottoms out.
Price cums with just the tip of his cock sliding inside you, so that his cum immediately oozes out, making the portal even messier. Price wipes his cock off on your opening, smirking when he sees your cunt clench.
Price passes the portal off to Ghost.
Ghost rolls his balaclava up over his nose and brings the portal up to his lips. He laps at your cunt feverishly, sucking at your folds to drink the cum from you. Once Ghost's licked every drop of cum from your puffy, abused pussy, he finally pulls the portal away from his mouth.
"She's fuckin' delicious." Ghost groans, spitting on his cock to lube himself up.
"I know she is." Soap smirks, watching with hazy eyes as Ghost pushes his thick, long cock into the portal.
It doesn't take long for Ghost to cum. Your pussy was squeezing around him so tight it was almost like a vice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ghost moans, pulling the portal down to the hilt. "Jesus Christ."
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When Soap gets home at the end of the night, he finds you on your shared bed, covered in sweat. "Have a nice day, bonnie?"
Summary: You have been traveling with Joel and Ellie for some time, but something has been bothering him.
Joel/Reader Insert
You were always getting into trouble. You could be worse than Ellie sometimes, still unsure of yourself with a knife, even less so with a gun. Joel couldn’t blame you, no matter what he said to you out loud. He told you to get a grip, that he wouldn’t always be there to save your ass but he still made sure he was watching you and Ellie at all times. He didn’t want you to know that though, of course. And the one time he let you out of his sight, you’re bleeding.
This time wasn’t nearly as bad as when he had first met you, at the Lakeside Resort. You had just taken a spill down some steps getting away from a clicker, getting a nasty two inch slash across your thigh. But still, you didn’t cherish the thought of Joel having to rescue you once again.
You tried to stand, pulling yourself up on the dusty bannister, but Ellie came rushing in, gun in hand. She spotted you on the steps, shouting your name.
“Joel! I found her,” her eyes went wide as she took in the blossoming of red on your jeans. You held your hand up, assuring her.
“I’m okay, it’s just a cut,” You said even as the pain burned up your leg. It hurt like hell, of course, but you would live. “I didn’t get bit, I’m fine, just a little banged up.”
Joel came rushing to the door, his eyes going to the bloodied leg as well. He shoved Ellie behind him quickly.
“She wasn’t bit,” Ellie said, looking up at him.
Did you imagine a sigh of relief? If it was, it was because of Ellie, you were sure. It was the same reason he kept you around at all. You had helped Ellie when he couldn’t and Ellie got attached to you. As much as he would like to play a hard ass, you knew he would give Ellie pretty much anything she wanted. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he let you die.
“Get the kit, Ellie,” Joel barked, dropping his bag to the floor. He walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you without looking at your face. You wished you could read his expression. Was he annoyed at you for getting hurt yet again?
“I’m sorry,” you said, a preemptive strike. Ellie ran up behind him, setting the first aid kit beside him. He popped it open, cleaning his hands of blood and dirt before he did anything.
“You shouldn’ta run off on your own,” he said, gingerly touching the tear. It split across your mid thigh. He stared at it for a long moment before grabbing both sides of the opening, as if he was going to rip it. You held his hands to stop him.
“Sorry, these are the only pants I have and I’m not about to walk out of here with my ass out,” you said. Ellie tried not to laugh at Joel’s bewildered face. Before he could get annoyed you lifted your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, careful over the wound, and stopping at your knees.
Joel paused, not moving or saying anything. His eyes darted to yours for a moment before he went back to what he was doing, now hyper focused cleaning the cut.
You hadn’t thought it though, but now you looked at yourself, your jeans pulled down and nothing but your panties covering you with his face inches away. You tried not to blush.
Of course you thought of Joel that way. He saved you on a number of occasions, he was good with Ellie. And god was he good looking, you always had a thing for silver foxes. He was tall and broad and strong.
But he was older than you by twenty years, you were sure he thought of you like another damsel he had to protect.
He was gentle for someone with hands that rough. He cleaned your wound and had you bandaged in no time. His pinky finger almost grazed the hem of your panties a few times, each time he flinched away. You wanted to tease him for it, ask him if he was allergic to silk and lace. It’s the one luxury you allowed yourself, especially as it wasn’t hard to find in the wreckage of old malls. No one was really looking for impractical things like that anymore. Which left it all for you to grab when no one was looking.
You grabbed your jeans, pulling them back up carefully over the fresh bandage. Joel helped you stand, the wrapping tight on your leg.
“Can you walk?” Joel asked, his hand ready at your waist, just hovering over you enough so you could barely feel it.
“I’m fine, it didn’t even need stitches,” You said, waving him off.
“I can do stitches,” Ellie offered, her hand raised.
“She can’t do stitches,” Joel shook his head.
“Which is fine because I don’t need them, can we take this show on the road?” You asked. Ellie laughed, the kind of laugh that wasn’t necessarily at your joke, but out of relief that you could still make them.
Joel had told you what she said. She was dead asleep one night, when Joel finally trusted you to be near her when she slept, and he had told you about her fear of being alone, of being abandoned. How he would kill you if you did anything to hurt her. That’s when you had told him about your son, the one David had said he buried after he fell and broke his neck. At only eight years old. Although now you knew that was likely untrue.
“You look too young to be a mother,” Joel had said.
“I was,” You had said. He didn’t need you to explain. He had clenched his fists on his legs and you knew exactly what he was thinking. It was what you had thought when you first saw David with Ellie. You saw yourself not much older than Ellie, already with a child and unable to point a finger because he was the only thing keeping you alive.
David hadn’t bothered you in years, you were much too old now. Hadn’t bothered anyone, you thought. Naively, you knew now. That’s why you didn’t think twice about helping Joel get back to her, even if it meant risking your life. You knew he only let you live at first because Ellie begged him. He had slaughtered anyone else in his way.
He wasn’t all that much nicer to you after you told him that, but he seemed to trust you more.
If it were up to Ellie, they would stay for weeks. The compound that stretched over five acres was seemingly abandoned, with walls that looked like they used to be maintained, but hadn’t been for quite some time. Probably a town that had enough people willing to stay and fight for themselves, and rich enough to have stockpiled the supplies after 9/11. A lot of the houses had been equipped with security strong enough to qualify as a giant panic room.
What you all enjoyed was the heat and running water, saved from the solar panels and rainwater. Rich people knew how to live at the end of the world, you decided. You spent a day clearing out a small block around a big, pale blue house. Once Joel triple checked that the house was empty and figured out how to seal it up at night, you finally had your first good night’s sleep in years.
It had been over a week at the compound, spent with you, Ellie, and Joel scavenging for supplies. It seemed like every day you found something useful, which made it easy for Ellie to convince Joel to stay “just one more day.”
You would spend all day in the tub if you could. You waited until the house was locked up for the night and everyone else had showered so you didn’t care if you used the last of the hot water. Joel and Ellie made fun of you of course but that didn’t stop you.
That’s where you really wanted to be right now. In the tub with a book, knowing Joel and Ellie were safe downstairs playing Boggle. Instead, you were in the creepy dilapidated grocery store, a gun you barely knew how to use in your hands while Joel stayed exactly two steps ahead of you at all times, gun raised. At least you two knew Ellie was safe at home, locked away. Ellie knew how to open and close up the house you had been staying in and both you and Joel knew she knew enough to stay put until you got home.
You just hoped you made it back to her in one, uninfected piece. You and Joel had found a wealth of supplies on this little excursion. But you had also found several infected.
You had been young when the change happened. And after, you were taken in at Lakeside. You hadn’t had much contact with the infected. You had been fine with this arrangement. But as the weather was now much warmer, you were seeing more and more. After one had gotten right in your face, nearly biting off your nose before Joel ripped it away from you, you decided you never needed to get that close ever again.
Joel pulled you through the downpouring rain, to the big red pick up truck they had driven up in. They had gotten as close to the store as they could, but med tents and army trucks had been parked in front.
“Fuck,” Joel yelled as you ran up to the car. You didn’t need to ask why, you could see the back tire torn to shreds just as well as he could. “Just get in, get in, we’re safe inside!”
He ripped the back door open for you and you hurried in, crawling to the other side. He jumped in himself before shutting the door. He finally took a breath, ragged and exhausted as you sat in the back seat. Your shoulder touched his bicep, warm and solid.
“I got another tire in the bed,” Joel said, though you weren’t sure to you or himself.
“You can’t change it in the rain, we just gotta wait it out.”
“Well, who’s fault is that?” He snapped at you. You jumped back at his sudden shift in mood. You couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for him, but it had been a while since he yelled like this. “You should’ve stayed home with Ellie.”
“So you could die out here by yourself?”
“I’m fine if I don’t have to worry about you, you’re a distraction,” he said, his words tumbling out of him.
“Excuse me?”
“How’s the leg?” He asked, teeth gritted. The cut had almost healed, just a faded pink line now. He had seemed a bit off around you but you had written that off as being annoyed he had to save your ass once again.
“My leg?” You asked, studying the lines on his face. “Joel, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you mad I got hurt? Because I didn’t get hurt just now. Actually, if we’re keeping score, I think I even got one this time.”
“You think I can’t see you?” Joel said. He sounded as if he had given this a lot of thought, which was odd considering you weren’t quite sure what the hell he was on about. “Walking around in a little towel, getting undressed right in front of me, showing your-,” He shook his head. “Jesus, I know I’m twice your age but I ain’t dead.”
You felt your cheeks burn bright red. Those dreams you had of him throwing you down and taking you weren’t one sided.
“You’re not twice my age, don’t exaggerate,” you said. His dark eyes were hard on you. “I’m sorry if I…distracted you?”
“Don’t make me sound like a jackass.” You couldn’t tell in this dim light but was he blushing as well?
“I just said what you said, verbatim.”
“You know what I mean,” Joel said, now more annoyed than angry. “You’re running for your life, why are you wearing frilly underwear?”
“My underwear is distracting you?”
He turned away, looking out the windshield with rain pouring down. He gripped the gun in his hand harder. “You were shoving your pussy in my face, what do you want from me?”
You had to bite your lip. Why did that sound so good from him? He was angry, but not really at you. It had certainly been a while for you. How long had it been for him?
“I mean-,” you started but he shook his head.
“Stop,” he said. “We can’t. Jesus, we can’t.”
“Why not?” You hoped that didn’t sound like a whine. He turned to you, studying your face.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you just ‘cause you’re desperate,” he said.
“What makes you think it’s because I’m desperate?”
Joel laughed, a cold humorless laugh. “You’ve seen what I do. You know what I am. Do I gotta mention that I’m old enough to be your father?”
“I don’t care,” you said truthfully. You touched his thigh. He didn’t pull away. “It’s not because I’m desperate. I mean, obviously I’m horny as all hell, but the thought of you bending me over gets me through many cold nights,” Joel cursed under his breath as you let the word vomit tumble out. You weren’t sure if it was adrenaline or pure stupidity but he had crossed the line first. “I want you.”
You let your hand go up his leg a little further. His reflexes were fast and he grabbed your wrist, throwing it away from him. At first you thought you had pushed him too far but instead he grabbed you, throwing you up over the center console. Your torso leaned over into the front, while your legs and ass hung into the back seat. You could see his hungry eyes in the rear view mirror.
“Joel-,”
“You said you want this,” he said behind you. You felt him move behind you, sliding into the middle seat so he was directly between your bent legs. He smacked your ass sharply. “Do you want this?”
“Fuck,” you hissed out. “Yes, I want this.”
Joel undid your belt, sliding your jeans off your hips, along with another pair of what Joel would call ridiculous panties.
He spanked you again, this time on your bare ass, surprising a yelp out of you. You felt so exposed, naked in front of him.
“I want you to fuck me.” You knew how needy you sounded. It had been building since you met him. Every time he grabbed you away, held your hand, touched you at all. Your skin felt like it was on fire now.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You shuttered as he kissed the back of your thigh, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.
You were about to beg him to take his pants off when you felt his tongue touch you. He grabbed your hips, plunging his face into you like he had never tasted anything so good.
“Joel,” you moaned, only causing his grip on your hips to tighten. “Oh my god, Joel.”
You reached back, grasping at his hair, his hands, anything to feel closer to him. You wanted him inside you so badly but the way he was devouring you was making your eyes roll back into your head.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” A name he only reserved when he thought you really needed it. God, did you need it. The string snapped and you came, hard, squeezing his hand against your hip.
He dragged his tongue lazily up one last time, as if savoring how you tasted. He pulled your jeans back up, making your spirit deflate a little.
“You don’t-,”
“No,” he said firmly.
You sat back in the back seat. Your eyes wandered down. His jeans were tented, a noticeable bulge in the front. You bit your lip, noting how big he was. You wanted to climb in his lap and ride him until you made him feel like he had just made you feel.
“It looks like you want to.”
“Believe me, I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” Joel explained, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “But I can’t.”
You laughed incredulously. “Are you serious?”
“Dead.”
“After that you’re gonna say you can’t fuck me?” You asked. You were still dripping wet for him, knowing you sounded like you were begging. You kind of were. You had never felt so good in your life, you wanted more.
“Trust me,” he said, leaning up again the side of truck. “Now go to sleep.”
You didn’t know how you could, when every part of you wanted him inside of you.
With just one week left before the start of the semester, Luca was desperately trying to finish up his latest app. Once classes started up again he would have far less time to devote to his personal work. Something which he lamented, but knew was necessary. At least for now. Once he graduated, things would be different. And he couldn’t wait.
Just as he was working on a particularly difficult piece of code, Luca heard a loud knock on his door. He thought about ignoring it but knew that it was either Aiden or Ollie on the other side. And whatever it was they wanted wouldn’t wait. The two of them had absolutely no chill at all.
“What do you want?” he yelled
“Open up, asshole,” Aiden replied. “We can’t tell you from out here.”
Luca let out a large sigh. He didn’t want to talk at the moment. But it would do no good to delay the inevitable, so he got to his feet and headed to the door.
Twenty years ago, the world ended as a plague swept through and killed off ninety-nine percent of the population. Today, Robert and Aaron try to figure out how to be together in a changed landscape, one that still has some beauty left to give. But there's darkness on the horizon, a growing threat in the shadows, and it will take everything they have just to survive it. But is survival enough? (Station Eleven AU)
OKAY! So I have decided to revive this blog after 3 or so years of inactivity, and touched up an old art of mine to use for my new theme. The theme is still a WIP though, I still have some cleaning up to do.
More art is planned, one is already finished for uploading tomorrow ^-^
I do need more blogs to follow because my dash is EMPTY! Unacceptable.
So if you blog about DBZ please give this post a like or a reblog and I’ll come check you out. Bonus points for saiyans. Extra bonus points for g a y saiyans. Super extra bonus points for Goku Black because I never stopped simping over this guy.
I look forward to getting involved with the fandom again :D
hey everyone I’m back for the summer (or until the season flops LOL)!!! I missed the premiere last night but I just caught up and here are my overall thoughts:
the main stage looks SO PRETTY I love it
that first comp w/ the plexiglass puzzle looked hard as shit, my pea brain would not be able to solve that quickly
it took them how many seasons to put a balcony in the backyard?!?
I've been really busy this summer so far and didn't really have a chance to keep up w/ preseason interviews that much, but based on premiere intros, I honestly like everyone except like 2-3 people. I know it's early but it's genuinely amazing what miss r*byn k*ss was preventing us from having in seasons past
teams...................okay........ (the team picking wasn't the worst I guess but idk I'm not the biggest fan of this twist)
julie girl why are you so AWKWARD sdhsjdj
okay cbs w/ the $750k budget!!!
I'll wait to see the wild card comp before I judge but literally all I want is an old school vanilla season of bb w/ minimal twists is that too much to ask for??
can't wait to experience another season of this stupid show w/ you all!!!!!! :)
Whelp, it sure has been a while, friends. I definitely never intended to take such a long break. Turns out that while I handled the first year or so of this pandemic okay, I really am limping to the distant finish line here.
BUT I am determined to try to get back on track, and to reconnect with the wonderful community of Marvel fandom that I’ve missed so much. To that end, I’ll be resuming Fic Friday this week with two new offerings: the first chapter of the Peter-centric spinoff to unfinished symphony, titled “a garden (you never get to see)” and the first chapter of one of my Marvel Trumps Hate fics, a Pepperony series for the wonderful @deehellcat. I also still have a backlog of #AskStrange prompts leftover from symphony, and I’ve jotted down a few ideas for shorts in the ageplay verse. So there should be lots coming your way in the next few weeks/months/whatever time is meaningless.
tldr; I’ve missed you all, I’m back, and looking forward to sharing some new writing!
