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mangosrar · 6 months

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Him first.

chris sturniolo x fem reader

part 3 of middle game!!!

part 1 here, part 2 here , part 4 here.

mentions of sex

A fortnight, 2 weeks, 14 days. A whole 336 hours had passed since you last saw Chris Sturniolos face. You had been avoiding him at all costs. However, this also resulted in you ignoring Matt and Nick too. You hadn't answered any of their texts or calls, despite their relentless efforts. Chris had even gone as far as showing up to your house, he spent at least half an hour banging on your front door telling you "I know you're in there just hear me out" resulting in you telling him to take his boom box and get fucked.

Within these 2 weeks, a lot had changed. The day after the party you and Jasper had broken up for obvious reasons, he was angry and hurt, but considering he was a complete and total ass, and so full of himself, he could use the hit to his ego to take him down a few pegs. You had completely isolated yourself from the outside world, not leaving your apartment other than to take out the trash. Your phone had been neglected, going days without charge. Truth was, being lonely was dangerous. Its addicting and once you see how peaceful it is, it becomes a desperate need.

Well all good things must come to an end eventually, and here you were, outside their house, trying to work up the courage to knock. You were absolutely fine with never seeing any of them again, purely for the fact you weren't sure you could face them without throwing up, especially Chris. But Nick at least deserved an explanation. Do it Rue. Just knock pussy. DO IT. But he had you beat.

"Rue hey" His face was one of shock and a little bit of confusion but he was pleasant none the less.

"Hey Matt... um i just came by to see Nick, sorry its un announced, i just....." you trailed off not really knowing how to explain but he nodded his head in understanding.

"Chris and Nick are out right now but they should be home soon, you're more than welcome to come in and wait?" he opened the door further, urging you to come in.

There was a moment of hesitation. The fear of having to actually see Chris fore fronting your mind.

"Sure" now or never Rue.

You sat awkwardly on the couch. It has never been like this. usually you were sprawled out, legs resting on the coffee table or one of the boys, smile on your face. But now you were scared to sit too far back, a heavy feeling hanging in the air. Matt had curtly followed you to the living room, not wanting to be rude, but it was obvious he could too feel the awkwardness.

He cleared his throat and hesitated before speaking.

"I think you should hear him out Victoria, he has been beating himself up ever since that night and i don't know how much longer i can watch my brother hate himself over this whole thing" he spoke with his hands, furthering his point.

"He should be beating himself up Matt. What he did was wrong and he's not the only one suffering. Jasper and i broke up." you were annoyed. Usually you saw Matt as the level headed one but right now you wanted to scream. How was he defending Chris.

"Sophie and Chris broke up too. But you both did this Rue. You both cheated. You both lied. You're both in the wrong. You cannot put all the blame on Chris when its just as much your fault as it is his. Sure the way he went about it wasn't the best but he meant well, he never wanted to hurt you." And before you could even reply, you heard the front door open and lazy footsteps stomping up the stairs. You were sure you could see your heart beating in your chest. Your hands were sweating and you felt sort of dizzy.

The first face to appear round the corner was Nicks. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. His face was unreadable. You couldn't tell if he was angry at you or happy to see you. You heard a faint and confused 'what' from Chris, after seeing Nicks reaction to whatever mystery the living room held.

His face was next to appear, that gorgeous, chiselled, beautiful face you loved. You watched it fall and the colour drain from it. He was definitely not expecting you.

"Rue" his voice was so quiet you barely heard it. It seemed like it was more of a justification for himself that you were actually there Infront of him.

Your eyes were locked on his, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. You just wanted to jump into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you reminded yourself of why you came here and made your way over to Nick.

"No" Nicks sharp tone took you back. He held up a hand in front of you, preventing you from coming any closer.

"Nick just hear me out okay?" Your voice was shaking and tears were threatening to fill your water line.

"Him first". He pointed to Chris, his gaze never leaving yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris raise his eyebrows in surprise, he obviously was not expecting that either. Nicks voice was stern and you knew there was no way you were getting out of this. You looked at him with pleading eyes but he was already motioning matt to follow him away, ushering him out the room.

There was no getting out of this, he looked so weary of you, like he was waiting for you to make your escape. Even if you tried to run he would catch you, there was no way you weren't hearing this. The fact that you were so close he could reach out and touch you was tortuous, the only thing stopping him was the wedge he had plunged between the two of you. He wanted to scream, to go back in time and yell in the face of his past self, to tell him that was the stupidest decision he would ever make. He took a step closer to you testing the waters, stopping in his tracks when you moved away. He hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets before speaking.

"I know there's nothing i can say or do to make this okay Rue but you have to listen to me. I have been going crazy these past two weeks, and honestly before that, i don't know why i haven't acted on it before but i guess i was scared or insecure or... i don't even know but," he paused, staring deep into your eyes, trying to make you realise how honest he was being. "i know that i love you. I know that every time we hung out or hooked up i was dreading you leaving, i know that i hated seeing you with Jasper, i know that every time i kissed Sophie i wished it was you, i know that i cannot let you go as easily as i did before and i know that if i do i will never forgive myself for it. So please Rue, forgive me, show me how i can love you, show me how i can be enough for you".

You were speechless, the tears that threatened to spill were now full fledge running down your face and neck. You had never seen him like this. In all the times you had had sex, spent days together, late night drives, pillow talk, you had never seen him in such a venerable state. He had ripped his heart out of his body and put it on display for you to examine, with no shame at all. He took your silence as an indication to carry on speaking.

"I don't know if this will change anything or if you will continue to hate me for the rest of my life but god Rue, it hurts, i love you so much it hurts, i love you so much i don't think you understand, you're all i think about, i find you everywhere, everything reminds me of you, my sheets smell like you, my home smells like you, there are pieces of you everywhere Victoria, i can't escape it and i don't want to, i want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of my life, so please try not to hate me Rue". How sweet his voice came out, how his lips had caressed every word like he knew exactly which place in your chest they fit into, taking that space in your heart you had made for him and making it bigger and bigger. His eyes were full of honesty. No matter how hard you tried to find even a fraction of uncertainty, it was a losing battle. His gaze gained a fraction of hope the longer you stared at him, absolutely bewildered with his words, he could see your walls slowly crumbling. This was it.

"How could i hate you" that was all you could muster up. The only words that would even form in your mind. His face lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes glowed in your presence.

He wasted no time leaping forward and grabbing your face, almost knocking you over in the process, and kissing you like he would never get the chance again, it was full of passion and love, lungs so deprived of air, you were sure that if it lasted just a second longer you would die.

You both pulled back, foreheads resting together, catching your breath.

"I cant believe I actually just said all that sloppy corny shit" Chris's words were hushed, but his face never changed from that of adoration and love.

You couldn't help but throw your head back to let out a laugh and if Chris could've bottled the sound and got drunk on it, he would have.

literally posting this as i’m boarding my flight 😛😛😛😛

1 more part after this y’all enjoy 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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crescent-lockhart97 · 10 months

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Random First Class Trio + Zack Headcanons #3: Crack Version

Angeal:

His favorite workout song is "YMCA" by Village People.

He's definitely knocked out Wutai soldiers like this:

Somebody once mistook him as Zack's father due to similarities in their features. He didn't even try to correct them.

His sneeze is louder than the Krakatoa explosion.

Rickrolled everyone by singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley at a company gala while he was drunk. (Sephiroth and Genesis didn't speak to him for a month. 💀💀)

Makes terrible dad jokes that even Zack cannot stomach. (He's definitely done that "Hi, hungry! I'm dad!" shit with Zack. 😂😂)

Genesis:

He is a big Fergie fan and knows her songs by heart. He can also rap that part in "Fergalicious."

He did an iconic dance number to "Umbrella" with Andrea Rhodea at the Honeybee Inn like this:

He also likes Lady Gaga and blasts "Bad Romance" every time he and Sephiroth spar with each other.

He hates horror movies. He's the loudest out of the trio when watching them (he's either screaming at the characters or at the monsters/ghosts).

Aside from LOVELESS, he also quotes "Mean Girls" on the regular. (Guess who he quotes the most... 😉😉)

Totally has a blog for Shinra blinds just because (basically who's dating or fucking who, juicy stuff on important Shinra officials and staff, etc.). He once published a blind on Rufus defacing one of President Shinra's statues with a drawing of a dick. No matter how many times Shinra has gotten it shut down, Genesis somehow manages to keep on reviving it. Recently, Kunsel and some members of Red Leather have joined his team.

Sephiroth:

Can't stand spicy food. He avoids it as much as he can. Eating spicy foods will cause his eyes to water and his nose to redden like this:

(Genesis managed to snap an unfortunate photo of him dying from the spiciness of the curry and sent it to the Silver Elite fanclub with the caption, "IS THIS YOUR KING???" 🤭🤭)

Somehow, he has the most wins in UNO and Monopoly.

Catwoman is his favorite DC character; Black Cat is his favorite Marvel character. (Gee, I wonder why... 🤔🤔)

Whenever he goes outside, a horde of cats just mysteriously flock to him. Genesis and Angeal find it both amusing and creepy. (My aunt is actually like this. Wherever she goes, cats mysteriously gather around her, it's so freaky! 😭😭😭)

He can actually do the lazy eye trick, and loves to freak Genesis out with it.

He once dressed as Sadako/Samara Morgan from "The Ring" for the Halloween costume contest... and WON.

Zack:

Has sung "Jenny" by The Click Five using a shortened version of Genesis's name to annoy him. ("I'm standing still, Genny!" "Be quiet, you overgrown mutt!" "You got me on my knees, Genny!")

(This ends up with Genesis summoning Ifrit on Zack's ass 😂😂)

He and Kunsel quote Vines all the time, usually around any of the First Class Trio or Lazard just so they could revel in their confused faces.

Zack and Kunsel: *to Angeal* You are my daaaaad! You're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!!!

Angeal:

Once, after getting drunk during the SOLDIER game night, he and the lower-class SOLDIERs thought it was a good idea to go sledding down the building stairs, so they brought mattresses from their dorms to use as makeshift sleds. Needless to say, the infirmary reached full capacity that night.

On April Fools' Day, he somehow managed to hijack Shinra's PA system and started playing "Careless Whisper" on full blast.

He's a massive Pokémon fanboy and knows the Pokémon Theme Song by heart. In fact, he has his contacts named after Pokémon: Angeal is Machamp, Sephiroth is Mewtwo, Genesis is Charizard, Tseng is Umbreon, Aerith is Jigglypuff, Cloud is Pikachu, etc.

Threw an apple at Hojo and left a shitload of Legos all over his lab for subjecting Sephiroth to a particularly painful physical test.

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hardtchill · 3 months

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For me it’s very similar to the other anon. I’m turning 25 this year and I’ve still not got my bachelors degree because I had to quit my first go around at uni since i physically couldn’t learn for my exams. Granted it was compounded by other issues such as depression and anxiety but i genuinely believe that a not insignificant part of those issues come from the fact that adhd makes it near impossible to organise myself (unmedicated btw).

Seeing this on my feed rn is kind of ironic since even though im in my third year of a degree that I actually enjoy now, I literally dropped out of an exam that I was supposed to write today cuz I couldn’t revise. It’s not like I didn’t have the time and I’ve known for weeks about the deadline, but with every assignment or exam I push my own boundaries further and further back until I can’t do it anymore. Last semester I crammed 84 pages worth of notes in under 48h, an exam mind you that I’d pushed back over a year and was literally my last shot or I’d not be allowed to continue with my studies. I barely slept, I was throwing up, but I somehow passed, and with a good grade at that. Since then my brain is like, well you managed to do that that one time so you can totally afford to wait until the DAY before an exam to finish it. Or write a 15 page paper in a day.

And you know what, maybe I can. But the problem is the cost. It’s killing me. I find that it’s also very isolating cuz generally people don’t have a lot of empathy for this? So I end up pulling back from everyone including my best friends until I’m at a point again where I can be around people without letting on how incredibly bad I’m doing. Or I just straight up lie so they don’t know that I’ve not done the things i said I would do.

And all this is not just within the framework of academia. It’s also impacted my wellbeing in a more general sense - cooking for myself is hard because I tend to not listen to my body’s cues until I’m on the verge of passing out cuz i forgot to eat or drink, or by the time I’m hungry I still have to make a meal so I end up ordering something cuz it’s faster. Same with showering daily or brushing your teeth. Getting any routine started in general and sticking with it. I’ve been meaning to start exercising again but I keep delaying it for no reason. I’ve worked out regularly in the past so I know it’s something that I enjoy and that makes me feel good but despite that I’m still stuck in this place of inertia? It’s awful.

I’ve talked to some friends who also have adhd about it and the inability to start something cuz it isn’t instantly gratifying or that doesn’t align with an interest but is an obligation is quite common. Can I binge 7 seasons of a reality show in a week if it really interests me? Hell yeah! (I do watch everything at 2x speed cuz everyone talks too slow lmao but still). Will i fly through a massive book and literally forego sleeping if it means getting through more of it if im really invested? Absolutely. 1500 puzzle? Massive Lego set? Yep! Taking notes from a textbook for an assignment? Literally kill me right now.

I’m sorry for this long ass message and idek if you’re gonna read all of this but yeah just wanted to share my experience. Adhd is absolutely not quirky or a superpower and I wish there was a better understanding of it out there because it makes me my own worst enemy every day.

Ugh anon i feel you so much. I have skipped on many an exam during my bachelors because i just couldn't concentrate, focus or start revision. It's completely miserable to literally see the time go by where you feel the stress but you just cannot get your brain to start on what you need to do.

Any time i told teachers and now colleagues that i work well with deadlines i get told i'm not motivated enough because if i was i wouldn't need deadlines. That's just so unfair! My brain is graving dopamine, it's not laziness that my brain does this, it's literally just ADHD.

This is the same reason why your brain (usually) jumps into action when that crippling anxiety hits, because you're so close to a deadline that your brain can smell the dopamine.

The only reason that i finished my 6 month thesis is because i had many mini deadlines during those 6 months. I felt the anxiety to finish a part of it every month and i had a teacher who was very nice and gave you compliments when you did (DOPAMINE). If i didn't have that i would still be writing my thesis now.

ADHD is so misunderstood by so many people. It affects every part of your life and the negative consequences are so much bigger and impactful than the potential positive outcomes. I mean yeah i'm creative and can think fast, awesome but that doesn't make up for the anxiety, stress and grief you go through anytime your brain just doesn't want to start something.

#ask #adhd

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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Steve Harrington NSFW Alphabet

I wanna start writing more about my most specialest boy in the world, and I thought this would be a good place to start. I’ll also probably start taking requests if anyone has any ideas 💖

Steve Harrington x Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only (obviously), breeding kink, daddy kink, I think that's it :0)

A = Aftercare

Steve is soooooo kissy after the fact. Like, he cannot keep his lips off you—peppering your face and your neck with little kisses, or weirder places like your shoulder blades and the backs of your knees, depending on where he ended up. You can try to squirm out of his grip all you'd like, but he's not budging. Get ready for a lot of fake-outs; he'll pretend to let you go just to yank you back into bed with him, and you'll never get tired of it.

B = Body Part

Steve loves your waist. It's like it was made for his hands, so that's where he always grabs you, whether to guide you out of somebody's way while you're at the roller rink or pulling you in for a kiss on a lazy morning. He especially loves to watch the way it moves when you're bending over, loves the soft pinch of your skin around his fingers when he tickles at your side.

He knows he's a good-looking guy, but if he had to choose just one, it would have to be his hair. He's blushing like crazy if you pet a few strands from his eyes or curl your fingers in the strands at the base of his scalp before getting up on his tiptoes to lay a kiss on his cheek. And when your fingers trace through the curls on his chest, or the soft, dark hairs of his stomach? Whoooooo boy, he's gonna pounce.

C = Cum

Steve wants to cum inside you any time and all of the time, not just because of his breeding kink (although there is that) but because he's totally mesmerized when he gets to watch his cum pour out of your abused little pussy. Bonus points if you whine when he slips a finger against your entrance while he scoops some back inside.

D = Dirty Secret

He'd never bring it up first, but he's willing to share—some of the time. The idea of cradling your head in his lap, brushing tears from your pretty eyes, talking you through multiple orgasms while one of his friends (like Robin, or maybe even Eddie) coaxes you through release after release has him totally and completely lightheaded.

E = Experience

He knows his way around, definitely. Intimacy is what really scares him—trying to tell you that you matter to him with every single touch, making sure you know how badly he wants and needs you when he doesn't have the words for it. It can get overwhelming for him.

So he's glad that you reciprocate every bit of affection he gives.

F = Favorite Positions

Steve is happy no matter what, but there’s something extra special about being inside you when you’re sitting on the edge of a table. It’s a little domestic, sliding between your legs and kissing at your pouting lips, running his hands up and down gently over your thighs. He loves it the most when you cross your ankles behind his back, guiding the pace of his thrusts while he kisses up the column of your neck.

G = Goofy

Before and after, but rarely during. Steve can be a tease when he's still mostly clothed, but he's got no follow through. He's just as desperate as you.

H = Hair

He keeps it neat and trimmed around his cock but lets it grow everywhere else. There's a reddish tint to his hair that's more pronounced on his chest and stomach, especially if he's spending a lot of time in the sun. He loves to feel you tugging on any of the hair that he grows, wincing at the sting and then relishing the pain.

I = Intimacy

Like I said before, intimacy is a big deal to Steve, but not all the sex you have is super intimate. He's just as happy being a little mean, especially if that's something you're in to. He'll compensate for the bruises on your throat and hand prints on your ass by being extra sweet later. He pours a lot of himself into the little things, like kissing your knuckles while he holds your hand, or the way he calls you baby.

J = Jack Off

Steve's pretty good at pulling when he wants, so jacking off has always been more about the love of the game than necessity. He prefers the shower when he does, since there's no mess and he's naked anyways, but he'll spend the nights you're not together playing softly with himself. When he's got the self-control for it, he'll stop right before he's about to cum, so he can save it for the next time he sees you ;)

K = Kink

He's got a daddy kink that he at least tries to be self-aware about. Maybe you call him daddy once as a joke after dropping the kids off at Mike's house, and he's got a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, trying not to let on that he is losing his god damn mind, feral in the driver's seat.

You notice, of course, and it's a miracle he doesn't crash the car when he feels your hand rest against his thigh, the look in your eyes telling him to pull over. He fucks you hard in the back of his car, fucking losing his mind when you moan the words harder, daddy over and over and over.

L = Location

The back of family video (or wherever he's working). Besides that, he's very interested about christening every room in his parent's house whenever they leave for the weekend. It's a big place, so be prepared for some loooooong nights.

M = Motivation

I think it's a better question to ask what doesn't motivate him. A short list of things that do motivate him would be: short skirts, your hands in his hair, getting bored at work, getting swamped at work, mostly empty movie theaters, the back of his car, your smile, when you hang out with him and the kids, when you hang out alone and many, many more.

N = No

Voyeurism is a big no for him, and anything else that would veer into non-consensual territory. He craves attention too much to watch you without you knowing, or to touch you when you don't want it, even if you're just pretending.

O = Oral

Steve loves a good blow job, absolutely, and you look so pretty on your knees. He prefers to stand—likes the way every feeling is heightened, the way your nails rake over the tense muscles of his thighs or dig into his ass while you urge him to fuck your throat.

That being said, he's never gonna put his perfect pussy sucking lips to waste. It's kind of a trump card for him—something he pulls out of his back pocket when he needs to get his way. A lot of silly fights end with his chin pressed against your stomach, kissing down as he reaches for the button of your pants, and he's not gonna stop flicking his tongue against your clit until you've forgotten what he did to fuck up in the first place.

P = Pace

He switches it up based on your preference and whatever got him going. If you're indulging him on his daddy kink, the pace is fast and rough, and usually he's taking you from behind. He prefers to go slow, though, because it helps him feel close to you.

Q = Quickie

Steve loves a good quickie, and the best place for a quickie (in his opinion) is at work. Robin will heave a sigh every time you walk through the door, saying something about that thing you need to talk to Steve about, you know, in private. You're not fooling anybody, obviously, not with the grin he wears while leading you into the back. Robin's gotta turn the volume up on whatever movie she's playing just to protect her own sanity.

R = Risk

A little bit for spice, but nothing crazy. Steve will fuck in semi-public places and cum inside you (if that's something you want) but he's got a good idea of what is and isn't actually dangerous and he's not going to cross that line, especially if he thinks you might get hurt.

S = Stamina

Steve is fit, even now that he's out of high school and doesn't have the chance to work out every day. He can go for a couple shorter rounds or like one or two really long ones if he's feeling feisty.

T = Toy

He's not going out of his way to seek out any toys, but he's very into the idea if you bring it up. Double penetration actually has him very intrigued, thinking about the way you'd whine and squirm, so full of his cock and a plug. Maybe he'll suggest a little road trip to the city and just happen to park the car across the street from a sex shop. And if you decide to go in and find a nice pink dildo, who is he to say no to his girl?

U = Unfair

Sometimes, but he's all talk. Steve would give into a stiff breeze, so he's definitely no match for you, especially if your breaking out the doe eyes and whispering shit like "please, daddy."

V = Volume

He's quiet, but talkative. He's not gonna make many loud noises, but he is gonna talk you through the whole thing, telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, how good you feel squeezing around him, how your his good girl. He'll let out a few grunts just before he cums, sweaty face buried in your neck to keep anybody else from hearing.

W = Wild Card

Steve's huge on car sex. It's not like he's dying to relive his high school glory days, but there is something about making out in the back seat of his car that he just can't get enough of. Maybe it's the forced proximity, or the way your moans sound against his leather seats while you bounce in his lap.

X = X-Ray

He's long, and slightly above average in girth, a pretty pink at the base and dark red at the tip. More importantly, Steve knows how to work his angles, hitting right against your g-spot with every stroke and dragging the thick head of his cock over it every time he pulls out.

Y = Yearning

He gets really soft sometimes, watching you laugh about something with Dustin or talking through some mystery with Robin or helping him protect the kids. He's grateful he doesn't have to go through this on his own.

Z = ZZZ…

Steve has a hard time falling asleep usually, but it's not as bad after sex. He'll pull you close enough that he can feel the tempo of your breathing, keep an arm around you long after you've fallen asleep. Having you nearby and knowing you're safe helps him rest easier.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #my writing #minors dni

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kkagsie · 1 year

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furuba stage review - part 1?? (casting)

it’s been almost a year since furuba stage last came out, and i was only able to watch it now because i rewatched the anime. do take note that i watched the play without subs and solely relied on my story knowledge to understand the whole thing (they pretty much followed the OG storyline so this isn’t really an issue).

warning: long post ahead!!

ps. all pics are taken from one of the official pvs

the casting

let’s start with the most important aspect of this (or any) play. the casting. and i kid you not, the casting for this is PERFECT.

when i first saw the cast list, i was lowkey in doubt with some characters seeing im somehow familiar with both the story and the actors (and how they play certain roles) but i was proven wrong when i actually watched the whole thing.

ayano christie yoshida (nogizaka46) who played as tohru, did absolutely great! tohru’s formal way of speaking, her gentle and calming vibe, she got it all down. the eye language (is that a thing?) was superb, considering that furuba has a lot of scenes where monologue comes into play.

Next we have hashimoto shohei (akutagawa - bsd stage, nishinoya - haikyuu engeki, leo - enstars stage) who played as kyo. Initially, i wasnt sure what to expect bc he has a versatile way of acting. but after seeing the true form arc (which i’ll get into detail in a separate post) i thought “yep, he’s perfect. he’s literally kyo in the flesh”. maybe the only thing i didnt particularly like was the fact that his voice tends to go up by a pitch when he screams (which is to say, kyo screams A LOT) but i thought it wasnt rlly an issue seeing that shohei’s voice is naturally high-pitched.

yuki .. OH GOD YUKI.. i might be a bit biased here because i rlly like naoya kitagawa, but to say that he’s the real life yuki is an understatement. he portrayed yuki with grace and elegance i cannot explain. so to say, he also portrayed tsukasa suou in enstars stage so i know he has a delicate performance, which suits yuki. his supposed intimate scenes literally had me dying because it was well executed. his fight scenes with kyo was amazing as he moved with grace despite being an intense scene.

i wont be commenting one by one on them as it’ll take forever to finish, so i only talked about the main trio. but here’s some honorable mentions.

kisa’s stage actress, erina kamata (im not so sure abt the name because i can barely find infos about her, correct me if im wrong), did the greatest. despite the young age, she was performing in par with the adults. her scene with hiro which she caught him doing mischief, the emotions whenever she says “hiro-chan”, the voice she did when kisa can barely speak, she did it all perfectly.

upon scrolling on twitter, i see people talking about ayame portrayed by hiroki nakata and he did not disappoint. he was able to exude ayame’s comedic energy and he did it without looking like a cringe. he was obnoxious, loud, outgoing, literally ayame. im not sure if his parts with shigure and hatori was adlib (esp the “yosh” part), but whether that was adlib or not, it still gave me a good laugh. he also had parts in between scenes that wasnt originally in the story (so im assuming those are adlibs that he had to do for some reason), but he did it with ease and it was perfect nonetheless. (i was too lazy to search for other pvs and this was the only steady shot on him. so in-character right haha)

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so for now, that is it for my furuba stage casting review. i feel like if i put my review on how they did significant scenes, and relationship portrayal, it’ll be a whole ass talk. will be putting that in part 2 if there will be one. thanks for coming to my tedtalk!

#furuba #fruits basket #fruits basket tohru #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #ayame sohma #kisa sohma #natsuki takaya #fruitsbasket stage play #furubastage #hashimoto shohei #naoya kitagawa #ayano christie yoshida #stage play #fruba #tohru honda #just me rambling

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k-buki · 17 days

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𝜗𝜚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 !

— hii ! if you haven’t caught on . . . i go by covielle, n i’m an ‘05 liner from the uk who does very, very self indulgent writing in her free time ! which is barely any time . so consider it a miracle if i post once a week . . . i’m vv spontaneous .

if we’re moots , or close friends , u can call me elle !

tbf, i’ve wanted to start a blog for a while but i got rlly lazy and couldn’t be bothered to make a theme . . . then i remembered mafuyu existed !! her cards r so pretty omfff

your local , probably unhealthily obsessed scaramouche stan . i have read his multiple wiki pages back to front to soak in all of his lore , alongside religiously watching depressive edits of kabukimono which made me wallow in sadness.

also a girl who literally spends all her money on vapes , alcohol ( i highly recommend dragon soop after a long week ) , and kpop albums . n YES ! i know vaping is bad but take one good look at my ass and conclude if i give a fuck.

in general , i’m a super shy ( wink wink ) person , once you get to know me i’m the largest yapper you’ll ever see . . but at first i physically cannot hold a conversation.

i’m a stay, engene, moa, bunny, MY, onedoor and villain . . my top songs from them are side effects - stray kids , drunk-dazed - enhypen , opening sequence - txt , gods - nwjns , ænergy - aespa , one and only - boynextdoor and zzz.. - xdinary heroes !

i’m severely hyperfixated on dottore’s segments, fatui harbingers, yakshas n the dragon sovereigns . ask me about them and i will ramble for days .

absolute, pure, ayesha erotica whore , finding her in 2016 was the best time of my life . . . probably not suitable for an 11 year old at the time , though . . .

random trivia ⨾

my alias covielle is quite obviously not my real name . . i got it from the commedia dell’arte ! the fact that the commedia coviello can supposedly play the mandarin is so ironic ‘cause my uncle tried to teach me the mandarin when i was like 10 n i remember failing so hard . . .

teehee i also named my very self insert genshin oc after covielle/coviello from commedia . . hhhsgsh i love the fatui !

i spent over 1000 quid on one of my genshin accounts ONLY TO forget the login once i changed my pc.

i struggle to read mangas . . or anything really . i finished watching jjk , and i’ve been trying to read the manga for a good 3 months . . . chat i’m only on chapter 12 vol 2 . i don’t have the attention span and i cannot FOR THE LIFE OF ME read the panels correctly.

i’m in the 2% of genshin players who have genuinely explored the desert . . . i have it maxxed . i swear i’m sane .

i luve love luvvv the idea of dottore’s segments being named after the greek alphabet . . . theta is webttore canon

#〃┆— me me me ! ༉‧₊˚.#the gorgeous girl @ the top is hanni from newjeans ! not me #i’ll finish this later im genuinely dying

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cookiewrites · 2 years

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On changbin hard thoughts I have a thing for men with thick thighs it makes their cock even more yummy looking and just imagine him fuckinv your face like yes sir use me

you cannot mention changbin's thighs to me because i will, in fact, die.

he has thighs for days i mean all of skz do, especially him, minho, and chan but anyways i want to take a bite out of them. and like, i have tiny hands to seeing the way i could barely even actually grab them size kink go brrrr y'know? like picturing them covered in little bruises and marks and scratches fuck. help.

also, thigh riding? please. pleeaaassseeeee. like especially his arms as well so you're grinding on his thighs and burying your face in his neck and his arms around you, gripping you. shit.

and face fucking? letting that man use my mouth? yes please. the weight of him on my tongue would drive me crazy and you bet he'd know it too - thanking and praising you, ugh.

on your knees

wc: 1.9k what??? someone help me

cw: dom!changbin x sub!reader (reader fem presenting but no genitals mentioned, they/them pronouns used), oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, a little bit of degradation, pet names for reader (princess, beautiful, good girl, slut), little bit of cum play, spit play

changbin always came home wound up tight, finding it hard to switch off and relax - and most days that would end in your moans bouncing off your shared bedroom walls, but some days he was too tired for that. and on those days, you would happily get on your knees for him.

you knew today was going to be one of those days when he texted you earlier that he was going to be late back because practice overran. as soon as you read that you went into your shared bedroom to get dressed up in something pretty, picking out a new lingerie set, and slipping one of his zip-up hoodies over the top. tying up your hair into an easy to grab ponytail, you went back into your living room and began cooking dinner.

it wasn't like you ever needed to do any of that, changbin would have been more than happy to come home to you in your pyjamas and order take out - but you wanted him to come home and spoil him, give him something pretty to look at and a meal to enjoy afterwards. call it old fashioned, but it made you happy to do.

and it made him happy too, as you could tell from the exhausted smile he had as he fell through the door an hour later. immediately smelling the almost finished food and spotting you in his hoodie getting plates out of the cupboard, ass peeking out from under the hoodie.

walking up to you, he immediately slipped his hands around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest leaning down to kiss the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, murmuring into your skin he asks;

'and what is all this for beautiful?'

'you had a hard day, wanted to make sure you could relax when you got home, so dinner is almost done, okay?'

'thank you, princess, so good to me'

'anything for you binnie, now go get washed up and i'll finish up, yeah?'

and with that, he kissed at whatever skin his mouth was near and left you there to plate up what you'd cooked.

soon enough those plates were empty and the show you were both watching almost done, and you found your way into his arms and onto his lap.

'thank you for cooking, princess, i really appreciate it'

'that's okay bub, i love looking after you'

'yeah?'

'yeah, binnie, wanna make you happy'

and with that the atmosphere shifted, changbin's hands finding your waist to push you forward, falling into him, your mouths finding each other. a lazy, wanting, pull and push of a kiss began, tongues exploring mouths and the sighs and moans coming from both of you encouraging the lazy grinding of your hips onto him, helping him slowly become hard.

pulling away to catch your breath, you moved your lips down to his neck pressing soft kisses as you feel his tense muscles relax under your touch. as you feel his pulse under your lips, he moves to unzip his hoodie, pushing it off his shoulder to reveal the set you were wearing just for him.

'fuck, princess, what you all dressed up for?'

'wanted to look pretty for you'

'you always look pretty, fuck, beautiful'

he murmurs as you capture his lips again, going back to making out with slightly more force than before, his tired neediness bleeding through in the way his tongue moves against yours and sighs into your mouth. teasing his lower lip between your teeth, you move away to face him.

'wanna taste you binnie, please?'

'want you in my mouth, can i? please?'

'oh my princess wants me to use their mouth yeah?'

'yeah, please, bub, please'

'on your knees then beautiful, good girl'

and you did as you were told, as you always did, letting your knees hit the carpet, with your hands in your lap - knowing not to touch unless told to. looking up at him, the smirk on his face made you shiver.

'so good, not even touching, so well behaved for me'

'now, princess, get my cock out for me'

and you did, reaching your hands up to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his hard cock, bouncing up from its confines. the desperate part of you wants to immediately reach out and please him but again you restrain, moving your hands back to your lap.

'good girl, don't you look perfect waiting for permission, fuck'

'can't believe you got all dressed up just to let me fuck your face, princess'

'that's what you want, right, want your binnie to use that pretty mouth of yours'

and you nod your head, because, yes. please. that is exactly what you want.

'stick out your tongue for me princess'

and you do, and it's such a lewd picture presented to changbin, but you've never felt prettier.

'such a perfect mouth, all for me to ruin, yeah?'

nodding again, your mouth attempts to make a smile around your now drying tongue, which changbin happily wets for you again as he spits into it. and it should disgust you, but feeling it drip off your tongue onto your chest turned you on even more.

'fuck, beautiful, good girl'

and you were rewarded with the weight of his tip on your tongue, which made you moan, but again you stayed still, savouring the taste of his precum.

'so fucking desperate for me, princess'

'such a good girl, waiting so patiently'

'now suck.'

moaning immediately you closed your mouth and started bobbing your head. sucking his cock in and swirling your tongue around it, enjoying the taste and warmth and weight. even just this made your head dizzy, closing your eyes, focusing on making him feel good.

and almost instantly you could tell you were doing just that, his mouth betraying his cool, in-control front with sighs and grunts; your wet hole feeling like heaven on his cock.

'shit, princess, always feel so fucking good'

'all dressed up for me too, such a pretty slut'

'gonna use this perfect ponytail okay? you can tap my thigh twice if it's too much'

before nodding, you pull off completely, looking up at him before asking;

'c-can i touch you? y-your thighs? please binnie'

'since you're being so good, of course princess, just letting me do what i need to, okay?'

'yes binnie'

and you open your lips up again to welcome his tip back in, humming at the taste of the fresh precum before trying to take him as deep as you can as he firmly grabbed the base of your ponytail, giving it a small tug as a test, smirking at the results.

using this, he pulled you almost completely off of him, and pausing a second

'relax your throat, princess, can't promise I'll be gentle after today, especially when you're looking so perfect like that'

so you did just that, taking a deep breath in and out through your nose, before looking up at your boyfriend and nodding as best you can with his cock in your mouth. you reach out, placing a hand on each of his thighs, enjoying the tense muscle under your fingers, and he uses this as a sign he was good to start fucking you.

so he did, ruthlessly, with barely any time to adjust, he pushed your face deep into his crotch, before pulling you back again - the sound of you choking slightly turning him on even more. encouraging him to continue his assault on your throat.

the steady rotation of fullness and emptiness on your mouth, accompanied by the way his thighs felt under your fingers, the grunts of pleasure you could hear, and the burning of your scalp from his grip on your hair. it made you light-headed, and so fucking wet, and the temptation to touch yourself was there but this was all about changbin and his pleasure - about you being a good girl and letting him use you.

and it felt good, being used like this, knowing how good your throat was making you feel as he buried your nose in his crotch, enjoying the way your throat would clench around his tip.

'such a fucking perfect slut for me'

'letting me abuse that throat of yours, good girl'

'good girl, throat so fucking tight too, shit, ugh'

your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned from his words, and he expected this, adoring the way his praise always made you crazy - soaking your underwear simply from his words.

'you enjoying this, princess? enjoying being used?'

'of course you are, such a perfect slut, don't even need to touch you to make you feel good'

'bet you're making a fucking puddle on the floor, maybe i'll make you clean it up when i'm done with you'

the whine you tried to let out in response to that vibrated the tip of his cock so perfectly, his movements stuttered for a second before picking up the pace again. the proposed humiliation not helping your own situation but as changbin's low moans became louder, you realised how close he was and refocused your efforts on being a good girl for him, rubbing soft circles on his thigh to tell him it's okay to cum in your mouth - but he had other ideas; pulling you off him and pumping himself in front of you. fuck you'd never get over seeing him like that, close and desperate.

'hands off, fuck, tongue out, ugh'

'make yourself pretty for me, slut, fuck'

'wanna ruin you, shit'

and you did just that, presenting yourself for him like you had done previously but you looked noticeably messier. your previously perfect hair is now all over the place, half of it falling out of the hair tie into your face. your make up all over the place, running down your cheeks. your lips red and puffy, matching the flush all over your chest. his hoodie now pooled around your hips as it stayed on only around your wrist - a small nod to his possession of you. visibly shaking slightly as you sit straight up, tongue hanging out again similar to before. he thought you looked beautiful.

'good girl, good girl, g-good - fuck'

and with that he came all over you, some ending up on your forehead, some on your cheek, in your hair, some even ending up on your chest. he tapped his tip on your tongue as he pumped himself through the final waves of his orgasm, the salty taste making your head spin. as he pulled away all you wanted to do was bring your tongue back into your mouth and savour it but you continued to be a good girl and kept it there.

'so fucking good princess, fuck'

spitting in your mouth again as a reward, making even more a mess of you, watching the mix of fluids drip off your tongue - the filthiness of the whole situation humiliating and turning you on simultaneously.

'swallow'

and you did, closing your eyes and moaning as you did. enjoying it, before opening up to meet his eyes again, the smile on his lips letting you know you had done a good job.

'why don't we get you cleaned up princess'

he said, offering you his hand, ever the gentleman helping you up. directing you to your shared bedroom and bathroom, he leaned into your ear, whispering;

'and then, once you're all clean, i'll make a mess of you again, okay princess?'

#stray kids #stray kids changbin #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz changbin #changbin x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids drabble #skz hard thoughts #changbin #seo changbin

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aurasaurora · 3 years

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Dangerously In Love Pt 1

Request: are your request open ? if so can we get dilf!salesman x reader with breeding kink ? <333

Parings: The Salesman x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Masturbation (M), Oral (M&F), fingering, anal, mild squirting, vibrator, breeding, minor degradation and praise kink if you squint, pregnancy sex, annnnd cheating. Just smut lol.

A/N: Soooo, I seriously cannot write pwp, I tried but I couldn't help but write it with a plot. Sorry to the anon who requested this, I also didn’t know how to write a dilf, story so it’s a learning curve. I did go back and realized that my writing is starting to feel all the same. So I'm probably going to take a step back and reflect on myself to improve. Also thank you so much for 200 followers, love you guys lots! Thank you for those who read my work, I appreciate it babes!

The car was parked in the garage, he should have left and gone inside the house 30 minutes ago, but he couldn’t regain the strength to walk inside the house. He knew what was waiting inside for him, he knew once he stepped foot inside, he would not be able to keep control of his desires. He flipped open his phone, looking at the pictures you sent him. They were merely innocent; he had asked you to send pictures as updates on how the tutoring was going with his son. While you perceived the question to be innocent, he on the other hand wanted to see what you were wearing. He wanted to double check and see whether you were wearing the skirt. On Fridays you would wear a skirt, he realized whenever you were wearing a skirt, it meant you were going out with friends of some kind. When he saw the photo, you were in fact wearing a skirt like he’d hope, but of course, you had to come by his house today in that skirt. The skirt that made his knees weak, and his dick hard, the skirt that made him want to risk it all.

He stared at the innocent photo over and over again, images of what he’d do to you popped up in his head. He wanted to bend you over and spank you for wearing such scandalous dress. No…he wanted your mouth chocking on his dick, begging for mercy. No, he wanted to slowly and sensually watch you ride him, or did he want you to sit on his face and hear you moan relentlessly. He couldn’t decide he wanted it all. These dirty thoughts ran wild in his mind, his dick grew hard as he was still seated in his luxury car. He knew it was probably best to handle the situation now rather than later, at least here he was some peace, and would be able to moan as much as he wanted as the car and the garage was soundproof.

He unzipped his pants letting one hand slide beneath his dress pants into his underwear. The touch of his hand making contact with his dick sent shivers down his body. He pulled out his lengthy dick and let his thumb rub over the tip glossing with precum. He let out a low shaky moan and took his hand and spat into it. He began to work his way on his dick, throwing his head back as he let his fantasies take over.

“Mmm, baby just like that.” He said as he vividly imagined you being the one giving him a hand job in the car. He imagined you with his dick in your hand, as you jerked him off, sucking on the skin on his neck. He imagined the way his hand would’ve slid down your skirt to feel your plush ass squeeze on it to deal with the overwhelming pleasure that is consuming him. His hand picked up speed subconsciously knowing he’s going to have to go inside soon. He let out lazy moans, calling out your name as if you were in this very car with him. His climax was close, and he began bucking his hips forward, whining out for you. When his hips began to shake and his moans started to hitch, it was over for him.

He didn’t make much of a mess like he thought he would, but it would be enough to cause suspicion. He took the tissue from the car to clean up his mess, he got out of the car, and threw the tissues in the trash, looked at himself in the car mirror to check his composure. Made sure his clothes were fixed, his hair was straight, before entering his home. He needed you so fucking bad, and what he wanted he was going to get.

“Will that be all for today, Madam?” You asked Michiko, one last time before you attempted to leave her home. You’ve been here for hours already, you were practically a full-time teacher with this shitty work schedule, two hours turn to three, turns into four and so on. It seemed like she was still finding reasons and excuses to keep you at her place, always finding a reason for you to go back upstairs and review some work with her son. You could tell that neither you nor her son wanted to keep going so you figured you’d play with him otherwise. He was going to be burnt out with all the information his mother is expecting him to learn.

Luckily you were being paid by the hour, so the more she made you stay the better. However, you have a life of your own, something that this privileged rich lady doesn’t seem to grasp. It’s like she’s expecting you to be a full-time slave at her mercy or something.

You did feel terrible for her. It’s clear to you that she’s trying her best to make her son’s life perfect (to her standards of course). In general, she is a good wife; she is almost too good for her husband. She always made sure his needs were met before her own, made sure her son was doing well before herself. She deserved someone better than her husband. Someone who wasn’t on the verge of fuck his son’s tutor. The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick, it could be sliced out of thin air. His longing touches, gazing eyes were so unprofessional. But you loved every second of it, you loved knowing you had his attention, that you were able to make him feel a mess. It was sick of you to enjoy it. But it was just harmless, you doubt he’d ever make a real move. You figured he wouldn’t want to ruin his family image.

He hired you when he saw you at the train station holding a Japanese cookbook, granted it was weird. But he struck a conversation with you discovering that you were fluent in Japanese. He told you his wife was from Japan and wanted to hire someone to teach this son Japanese. You weren’t completely confident in your skills, but you accepted the job offer nonetheless, the pay was mind blowing. You were a dollar away from homelessness when he approached you and now you could live comfortably.

“Why don’t you stay over for dinner, I’m trying one of the recipes from the book you suggested. I’d love for you to try it.” She gave out an innocent smile it made you want to burst. Gosh, you were a terrible person.

“Um, Mrs. I’d love too but I was planning on doing prep work some tomorrow’s session, so it would be better for me to get going…” Lies, you were planning on hitting the streets with your friends, whom you told you were supposed to meet an hour ago. You were unsure of whether to take up the offer, but you figured you might as well nicely decline.

“Oh, it’s alright. You can use my husband’s office space for prep, it’s quiet in there. Once you’re finished you can have some dinner. It might take an hour so; you get yourself comfortable.” You nodded exteriorly, and internally groaned at your inability to tell this woman no. You are going to need to set some boundaries. You began removing your coat, and boots (for the third time today) She gestured you towards the office, and you followed suit, walking down that direction leaving the entryway towards the office, while she reappears into the kitchen.

You opened the laptop hopelessly and sat down in the office chair, you figured you could watch some Netflix or YouTube, something to pass the time. You already pre-planned everything what you were going to teach her son for the next month. So ultimately you had nothing to do. You texted your friends telling them that you couldn’t attend tonight’s drunk fest and they seemed genuinely disappointed that you couldn’t come, you were bummed out too.

You slipped in your air pods and let the movie play as you waited for dinner to be served. The movie went on for around 10 minutes before you were disturbed again. When you heard the knock at the door you thought it was Michiko, so you straighten yourself and acted like you were typing away.

Rather instead it wasn’t Michiko, it was her husband.

You don’t know why, but you stood up so quickly from your spot once you saw him appear from the door.

“I’m sorry Sir, your wife, she told me that I could um...that I could stay here.” You couldn’t fathom why you were so nervous now that he is here.

“No worries, she told me actually, I came here to check on you.” Your heart almost skipped a beat when he said he came to check on you. It probably meant nothing, it most likely did, but you rather romanticize the thought that he came to see you because he was genuinely wondering about you.

“I’m alright thanks. Just tired and sore.” It was honest, you seriously just wanted to go home at this point.

“Sore? Where?” He asked slowly approaching you.

“I don’t know, just my whole body is tense, from sitting all day.” He was now so much closer to you, that you could feel his body heat. You started feeling the same tension that you felt from all the other days, except this one felt different. This one felt like he was going to act upon it. Which is what deep down you hoped for, but knew it was wrong to ask for.

“I know how to release such tension from the body. But only if you want me to..” His voice was incredibly suggestive, there was no denying what he meant with his words.

You nodded almost too eagerly. He pushed you gently which made you fall back into the office chair. He asked you to spread your legs and so you did. His hands ran softly over your panties, slowly removing them off. Revealing a sight, he has been dying to see for ages.

Your pussy.

“They say, a woman’s orgasm can remove tension off the body, do you want to find out?” You hummed out a yes, and he got onto his knees. Taking in the natural scent he knew he loved so much. He placed small kisses on your pussy, exploiting your flesh before he could properly ravish on his feast. His lips sucked on your clit making sending a jolt down your body. You let your hand run down his hair. You wanted to moan but you were worried that his wife might hear so bit down on your lips. His tongue game was better than ever, and you had your hands practically gripping onto him, waiting for your release to arrive at any moment. You removed one hand from his hair and covered your mouth, you couldn’t take the overwhelming flow of pleasure following your way. When he slides two fingers inside, and gentle pushed them in and out, that was when he sent you over the edge. You couldn’t tell, but he was enjoying every second of pushing you to insanity. He liked that you were trying your hardest to not make any noise, it’s what made the situation so thrilling.

Eventually you came and he stood up.

“How’s the tension?” he asked you simply.

“Gone.” You responded, and he smirked back at you. He looked for the keys in his pocket and opened the bottom drawer. You turned your head not too look, you figured it wasn’t any of your business to see what was there.

“Put this inside of you when you’re called for dinner.” He tossed you over the pink mechanical device.

“Um wha-“

“It’s a bullet vibrator.” He cut you off before you could finish. He let you put two and two together, before he spoke again. “Stay quiet, and we won’t get caught. I’m going to go freshen up.” His voice was so casual for having previously eaten you out while his wife was cooking up dinner.

“I-I can’t” you bursted out.

“Sure you can sweetheart. You did a good enough job 5 seconds ago.” He was more intrigued on figuring out why you couldn’t. Was it because you feared getting caught? Most likely.

“Um…this is so fucking embarrassing…but…uh, those types of vibrators never fail to make me squirt.” You practically mumbled out the last part. He heard you loud and clear though. “I’m going to make a mess.” You couldn’t believe that you were actually telling the man who technically is your boss, that you could fucking squirt. Imagine that.

“Well, this will make it all the more fun.” He told you slyly then existed the room.

You knew you had the choice; nobody was forcing you to slip the bullet vibrator inside of you. Yet knowing the possible consequences, you did it anyways.

You sat yourself down on the chair, trying to return to normalcy but you couldn’t help but wonder how much of a disaster dinner will be. You click play on the movie again to refocus your mind.

Didn’t take long before Michiko came to the office door knocking it lightly “Dinner is ready hun.” She gave you a warm smile before leaving. It made your stomach turn; you were a terrible person for letting her husband devour your pussy minutes before.

“Thank you so much.” You closed your laptop and stood to leave the office, turning the lights off behind you. Walking down the hallway, you caught glimpse of the salesman walking down the stairs. It seems he changed his clothing to a much more casual at home attire.

Both you and his wife walked in the hallway side by side leaving towards the dining room, her husband walked behind the two of you. Sneakily grabbing a handful of your ass before turning to go and sit beside his son.

Your nerves were bubbling, this was a stupid idea to play along, but your curiosity got the best of you. Your excitement for tonight was unimaginable.

The food was already served eloquently, with the chop sticks placed perfectly right beside the bowl. You sat across from Michiko, while the salesman sat in the middle between her and their son.

The food smelt astonishingly good, as you went to pick up the chop sticks, you felt a jolt in between your legs. Making you almost drop the chopsticks out of your hands, along with practically slamming your legs closed.

“Are you alright Y/N?” The salesman asked, ever so innocently. He’s such an ass.

“Apologize, I’m alright. Just got goosebumps.” Your voice was apologetic, but your eyes screamed “fucking asshole”

You grabbed the chopsticks placing them in your hands accordingly and went in to grab some of the noodles. You took a bit, and your tastebuds were on fire, the mixture of all seasoning was perfection, the sauce was amazing. You felt the bullet start again, it was clear that it was on the low setting, enough to feel the pleasure, but it was ignorable.

“The food is lovely Madam. The sauce is…” mid-sentence the bullet vibration started to get higher. You could see at the corner of your eyes that he was smirking seeing you struggle.

You felt a moan build up in your throat and you figured you could cough it out. “The sauce is what?…sorry you never finished.” Michiko replied.

“A-amazing, your cooking skills are out of this world.” You blurted out the words, and immediately bit your lips wanting to shut up so you can try to focus on not moaning. You felt your underwear get completely damped and your pussy was throbbing as your juices leaked. You honestly couldn’t keep your eyes open, and it was a fucking battle to keep your composure.

Then it stopped again.

You were annoyed by the fact that you missed the dauting sensation, but happy that you could now focus on the dinner.

“How did your lessons go today son?” The salesman asked his only child. You noticed how his parents seemingly talked to the child as if he was older than he actually was, Minho was only 7, but based off of the way his parents (especially his mother) talked about him you could’ve swore he was 17.

“It was fun, Miss L/N helped me study lots of new Kanji.” The boy sent a knowing wink towards you. After the fourth hour the two of you stopped studying and played a game together. His mother didn’t pick up on his very obvious wink, his father on the other hand did and smiled to himself knowingly. “I like having Miss L/N around, feels less lonely.” He mumbled loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. “I wish I had a sibling.”

Michiko scoff at her son. “Don’t be ridiculous, this loneliness will pay off when you get instant inherence of my father’s company. You’ll thank me when your older, plus you won’t have to split mommy or daddy’s money with anyone.” You could see her husband’s face and it was splattered with annoyance; her son’s face looks exceptionally disappointed.

You understood how he felt, to a degree. You knew what loneliness felt like, the never-ending hope of escaping not feeling alone, and being embraced by others. You figured you could speak up lightheartedly

“You know Minho, if I ever have a child while I’m still your tutor, you’re free to come and play with them.” As you spoke you watched his eyes shine bright, and a smile creep on his face.

“Do you really mean that? I hope so, I’d be a great helper! When I grow older, I want to work in a nursery!” Minho sounded excited at the prospect.

“That’s a lovely compromised you suggested Y/N. But Minho, be realistic, boys don’t work in nursery.” Michiko told her son sternly.

You could see her husband growing frustrated with her words. “Well, maybe there is a first for everything. Minho can be the first male caretaker.” His voice was passive aggressive enough. You slightly cringed at the tension between them.

Michiko cleared her throat, before continuing to speak. “So, Y/N, with all the baby talk, are you seeing anyone?”

“Yeah, we’ve been together for a while.” It was a lie, but you figured if you told her, you were seeing someone, that it could distract from the possibility of you and her husband. That answer alone, was when the vibrator came back on. The setting was much higher.

“Oh, how lovely. I hope he makes you happy.” Michiko told you. Your mouth was jawed shut. The setting was much higher than you expected. You tense the muscles un your legs because otherwise you’d feel them shake.

“Who is he?” The salesman asked. When his wife turned her head down to grab a bite of her food, you mouthed out a please. You received an eyeroll in return.

“Oneofmygoodfriends” you rushed out the words out of your mouth and shut your mouth quickly again. You were focusing your best on holding in your orgasm. The machine was vibrating heavily against your insides. So much liquid was already dripping out, if this went on for another minute you’d probably squirt then and there.

You were saved by Minho asking if you were alright. Then the vibration stopped again. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m fine.” The child got out of his seat to grab his empty plate. “Good, because you need to be healthy to have a baby. You don’t want your husband to be sad.” You giggled at his words, and surprisingly his mother smiled too. Unfortunately, the salesman wasn’t smiling at all. He looked rather pissed off. “I can take your plate Miss L/N”

“Thank you so much Minho.” He nodded and walked off to the kitchen. “Um, it’s getting late. Thank you for the marvelous food, Madam and I appreciate your hospitality. However, I need to get going otherwise I’ll miss the last train for the night.”

“My husband can drive you home if you like.” Michiko offered.

“The least I could do.” He responded.

You took the offer and stood up pretty quickly. Hoping nobody would notice the small drops of liquid escaping your panties.

You went over to grab your coat and wrap it around your body, placing on your outdoor shoes.

The salesman came, and just slipped on some random shoes, not really caring for presentation that much.

You waited for him to open the door for the garage, and he let you go inside first. Swiftly locking the door behind him. He wasted no time pouncing onto you with a rough kiss, which in no time you accepted it. His hands roughly traveled down your body. Before opening your coat, he removed his mouth off you and looked back down to see you in full sight. “Who is he?” he asked in a low intimidating voice.

“He isn’t real. I figured if I told your wife I was seeing someone she wouldn’t suspect us.” He looked into your eyes for a few seconds in silence before speaking again. Probably trying to figure out whether you were lying or not.

“I need you, right now. I fucking want you so bad.” He breathed out.

“I want you too, so badly.” You responded. You were still craving an orgasm after being denied one a few times during dinner.

“Shit…are you wet enough?” he pushed your jacket to the side so he could lift up your skirt to put his hands inside your cunt. But before he could he saw that your legs were practically dripping in wetness. “holy..shit.”

He opened the car for the passenger seat and instructed you to bend over. So, your chest would be laying down flat on the chair, while your ass and legs stood out from the outside.

He slides his hand into his pocket, then let out and almost overly loud groan of annoyance.

“I don’t have a condom.” He finally let out. He was finally going to live out the fantasy that he had previously jerked off too, he literally has the girl of his dreams face down, ass up. Yet of fucking course he forgot a condom.

“It’s alright, I’m clean.” You reassured him.

“I’m not worried about that, uh, are you on birth control?”

“N-no…I…no, No I am not.” You stuttered out.

“Why not? Is it because you’re some filthy whore waiting for a man to breed with you?”

You were almost stunned by his words, but then you realized what was going on.

“Yes, yes I am.” He slapped one of your ass cheeks “Yes Sir, I’m a filthy whore.” His hands slid down to the lips of your pussy, sticking the tip of his thumb inside. “Do you want me to fuck my cum inside of you pretty girl? Push it so deep there’s no denying you wouldn’t get pregnant.”

“Yes, sir please, I want you to fill me up until I’m full.” You begged. He slides his hands into his sweatpants in order to pull his dick out.

He wasted no time grabbing out the pink device and replacing it with his dick. The sheer friction of the tightness of your pussy and the abundance of wetness was heavenly. The slaps of skin between the two of you were loud. His hand gripped into the side of your stomach as he continuedly rammed himself into you. You shoved your face into the seat so it would muffle out your cries of joy.

But he pulled you by the neck “I want to hear every fucking word that comes out of your mouth? You understand?” He continued to hit it from the back.

“Yeah sir, oh…this feels so...good.” you moaned out.

“Your pussy is so tight baby, I…shit..I fucking love it.”

He slides one hand down to toy with your clit, and that’s when you felt that, feeling start to build up. He whispers nothing but sweet nothings. Praising you for how good you were doing, how wet you were, how tight. He was moaning viciously. It was then when a flood of fluids came all over his dick, it wasn’t as much as you normally could. But it was enough to send you into a wave of orgasm, this in which is what sent him to want to increase his drive of his own orgasm, and soon enough his cum was spilling inside of you.

A Dangerous game the two of you were playing.

***

It seems that the consequences of your own actions were going to bite you in the fucking ass. Maybe it was that you took shitty plan b you don’t know. The point being is that you were now 5 months pregnant.

When you had told him, he genuinely seemed unfazed. Not the slightest worry, he told you that he’d be by your side. Which was nice and all, but he has a whole other family of his own. He did mention that he would leave his wife but that just made you feel absolutely terrible. Even though it takes two to tango, you still felt immense guilt. You didn’t want to break apart the family. But it seems you didn’t feel guilt enough, because after sessions you still fucked. Essentially almost every night. But up until a week ago, your sex drive blew the fuck up.

And sense then, was conveniently when you weren’t able to see him. He was gone for a week, something about his company wanting him to go overseas, and he wouldn’t have connection. Didn’t make much sense to you, but regardless he was coming back yesterday. So, you were going to see him tonight.

“How’s the baby doing?” Michiko asked while she knitted, while you sat down and corrected Minho’s assignments. “Healthy, so good.” You answered back.

“Your bump is so small it’s astonishing. If I didn’t know you, I would’ve thought you were bloated.” She joked, but you didn’t laugh not even crack a smile. Rather you attempted to change the subject. You realized that over the past few weeks, she’s been taking small jabs at you. At first you thought it was personal. Then you came to the realization that no, she does this with everyone. It was an annoying trait of hers, but you’ve grown to ignore it.

“Um, Minho has been improving his stroke orders.” You told her, showing her the papers.

“Well, not surprised, he’s a talented boy. So, how’s your boyfriend handling this whole pregnancy situation?” She changed the subject back to the very thing you were trying to avoid.

“We broke up.” You lied.

“Not exactly shocking, men aren’t ones to be trusted. I think we women should fend for ourselves.” She told you without even looking in your eyes, while she continued to knit.

“Not even your husband?” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even began to realize what you had just said.

“I don’t expect trust from him, not after what I did. But I as long as I never find out whatever goes on than he’s safe.”

“W-What do you mean by that? What did you do? What do you mean he’s safe?” you realized your professional demeaner was gone, and you were now curious about what she’s going to say next.

“Well, I guess I could tell you, it’s not like you have many friends to gossip about my situation with anyways.” Michiko told you, which internally made you frown. “9ish years ago, I went clubbing with one of my friends, back when I wanted to act like common folks. After we finished and we went to the subway, to wait for the train. And that’s when I saw him. I was mesmerized by his beauty and composure so I watched him for a while, hoping I could get a chance with him. I ended up catching him every night at the train station. I realized he was recruiting people for something; at the time I didn’t know any better. So, I wanted to be a part of whatever it is that he was doing.” She paused before speaking again. “So, I tried speaking with him so I could try to join in, didn’t work. Eventually I figured if I slept with him, I could join. He told me that next year he could consider allowing me to join. I kept seeing him after that, not often, but whenever I wasn’t with my boyfriend at the time, I was with him. Eventually one year came up and he triple asked me if I still wanted to join…so I figured why not.” Michiko’s voice ended up sounding quite remorseful, like she knew she did something wrong. “When I joined, I realize, this is not what I expected. I wanted to leave, but I needed a good excuse…and…I told my husband that I was pregnant, when that is far from the truth. I figured that if I came up with a serious enough lie that I could get out of the game. Problem is, after that he wanted to be involved, so I had to create this whole elaborate scheme-“

You unintentionally cut her off. “You faked a pregnancy??!?”

“Y-yes. I did what I had to do; you don’t understand the magnitude of the situation.”

“So Minho-“

It was her turn to cut you off “He’s adopted. He found out when he was 5. Everything before that was amazing. There was genuine love, he was finally mine. Our family was perfect. I had what I wanted, but now? He’s been holding that grudge against me. He said he had to go through hell to disqualify me from something that he spent a year trying to convince because I desperately wanted it. It seems now he’s acting a bit better; he seems happier these days. I wondered at first if it was because he was seeing someone. But he knows if I were to ever find out I’d slice her throat.” She laughed at herself, but you didn’t instead you gulped intensely.

“I mean if he’s cheating, why would you go after the girl?” Not that you didn’t have any part in that, but you just didn’t want your throat sliced.

“Because he’s mine. Nobody can take him away from me. Not after how much effort I put into keeping him by my side.” Her voice came off frantic, which shocked you considering how much of a contrast it was from her normal attitude.

“Understandable” You had a feeling she wasn’t telling you the whole story, and probably was leaving some bits and pieces out of it. However, you didn’t want to pry, you felt like pushing her buttons could backfire.

Her husband came into the room seeing the sight of the two of you at the dinning table. “Hey honey.” He said while kissing her cheek. “Hello Y/N.”

You both greeted him, and you immediate left the room, claiming you needed to use the washroom.

You waited for over 5 minutes before he showed up. He slowly opened the bathroom door, and he was ecstatic. His lips hungerly meet yours after not having been on them for what felt like eternity.

You backed away from him, looking into his eyes. Wanting to have the guts to talk to him about the conversation you just had with his wife. But you couldn’t, you just desperately wanted him. You figured you could talk with him about if after you fuck.

“Earth to Y/N...” he said jokingly waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you alright baby? Well, you and the little one?”

“Yes, we are, I just want you…I’ve been so fucking horny ever since you left. I need you in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth.” You told him sluttery while you massaged his clothed dick with your hand. “Well, your wish is my command.” He told you. You got on your knees and awaited eagerly, for him to pull his cock out. He grabbed the back of your neck and carefully slide his dick inside your mouth. Squeeze my legs if I go to hard, you got that baby?”

You nodded. He leaned himself away from the door and slightly towards you. He began to thrust his dick into your warm mouth, his pace was slow enough that you could have your tongue swirl around the tip occasionally, not until he started to pick up the pace. Your eyes watched carefully as he bit his lips shut to avoid making much noise. His hand would slide down to your cheek to caress it, a sign of thanks for allowing him to use you like a fuck toy. Eventually he removed himself out of your mouth. He hadn’t cum yet, but he seemed rather eager to please you. “Want to switch?”

“I want you in my ass.” You told him unapologetically.

“Are you sure? Because? Well, you...know.”

“I told you, I’m really fucking horny. You won’t hurt the baby. I’ll lean against the counter. I even snuck some lube.” You opened the bottom cabinet. “Look. I came prepared for this shit.”

“Alright, bend over then sweetheart.” You did as you were told. He pulled down your pants, then underwear. He saw this sight a million time, but every time felt like the first. He opened the bottle of lube and dabbed a bit into his hand. Making sure his hands were slick so he could prep you, letting his finger slide inside your ass. In and out, making you feel gorgeous inside. When he figured you were ready for more, he lubricated his cock, then carefully slipped it inside. He adjusted the position before starting at a steady pace.

He hissed at the glorious feeling of your tight hole, and you rolled your eyes cemented to the back of your head. His hand slide around your body carefully as he thrusted, one hand slides up your shirt, having a tug at your sensitive nipples, the other caressed your round stomach. You felt moans build up in your throat as his dick began to abuse your hole, he was being torturous towards you. Picking up speed then stopping once you thought you were close to your orgasm.

He slides his own three fingers inside your exposed pussy while he kept thrusting, wanting you to feel completely full of him. You put your hand over your mouth to cover you from making any noises,

But it was useless.

On the other end of the door was Michiko standing, listening cautiously with her ear on the door. She stood away in disbelief, she knew something was up. She should’ve listened to her gut feeling.

She went up into her bedroom, passing back and forth wondering what should be done. You were an impeccable tutor, you taught her son at an incredibly fast rate, but you were a threat to her family, her reputation, and her sanity.

She needed you gone.

The salesman pulled his dick out of you, watching his cum spill out of your ass. He went to grab a rag to wipe you clean, while you would recover from the mind-blowing sex you just received.

“Uh, will you be able to drive me home tonight?” You asked him. You were procrastinating having the conversation with him.

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, you just got back home recently. So, I leave first, right?” he nodded, and you looked at yourself one more time before existing the bathroom.

You walked back into the dining room, finding Michiko sitting peacefully at the table.

“You alright Y/N? You were in there for a while?” She asked

“Yeah, I ended up picking up a call from my mom. I’ll be heading home now, thank you as always for your hospitality. I’m grateful for it.” Gosh you sounded like the fakest bitch ever, every time you spoke to her.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled at you, you attempted to turn to leave, but she stopped you in your tracks. “Oh, Y/N before you go, I wanted to give this to you.” She pulled out a small brown business card. “It’s this event that they host every year, at the end you can win a lot of money. I figured since you’re going to be a single mom you could use the spear cash. Give them a call will you.”

You looked down at the card. It had shapes on them, and a phone number. “I’ll give them a call. Thank you, Madam.” You said before turning off to walk out of the dining room.

“You better.” She mumbled, before sitting down again, continuing to knit away, waiting for her husband to return.

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Make Him Look - Ch 1 / 2

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: flirting, many many drinks, jealousy, dancing, slow burn Word Count: 3k Created for: @walker-bingo - In Vino Veritas | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy A/N: Written with the lovely @thinkinghardhardlythinking in mind ❤️and y'all can also blame her for the fact it got so long I split it into two 😂

Cordell swings his leg over a barstool and settles into his usual spot. The bar is busy but not crowded. There’s a few more empty stools awaiting occupants for the night, and Cordell hooks one with his foot and draws it closer, popping his hat down to save the seat for Liam, who’s on his way. But there’s no reason to wait for Liam before he orders – they get the same thing every time.

“Barkeep! Can I get some queso, hot wings, and whatever Pinthouse you’ve got on draft?”

“Sure thing, man,” the kid behind the bar drawls, his accent thick and voice lazy. Cordell would bet anything the guy had had a joint on his break earlier, but he’s off duty – tonight is not about busting people for drugs, tonight is about letting loose. He checks his phone to see if Liam had texted him that he’d left the office yet, but there is nothing there. Taking a sip of the drink that has just been plopped on a coaster in front of him, Cordell scans the room. It’s a bad habit that every law enforcement worker he’s ever met has developed. Even when he’s trying to relax and blow off some steam, he can’t help being a little vigilant.

He takes in the tableaus around him; the groups of kids from the local community college, the gaggle of mid to late aged men in awful polos that Cordell recognises as the inner city bowling league, a couple of less savoury looking guys playing pool, the cluster of women those guys keep eyeing up – he’ll keep an eye on that one.

Checking his phone again and taking another drink, he still hasn’t heard anything from Liam. He opens his brother’s contact and is about to give him a call to tell him to get his ass in gear when someone suddenly reaches down beside him, picks up his hat and drops it back on his head while they slide into the seat he’d been saving - except it’s not Liam.

“Hey you,” the stranger says familiarly, bumping her shoulder against his. “Thanks for saving me a seat.”

You shrug out of your jacket and sling it over your arm as you head up to the worn wood counter of the bar. You don’t see your friend yet, so you decide to go ahead and order a drink while you wait for her to show. She’s always late, you should have just assumed and shown up fifteen minutes from now. You play on your phone as you wait for the bartender to finish serving the gang of people at the other end of the bar. When you feel someone in front of you, you look up, about to order a glass of wine, except one is already being placed on the bar top in front of you.

You stare questioningly at the kid serving you the drink. You’d been here before, sure, but you’re hardly a regular, and even if you were you don’t recognise this server – so why does he know what you were about to order?

“Um, I didn’t–” you start but the kid interrupts you.

“From the gentleman at the end of the bar, milady,” he gave a geeky little bow, “Sorry, he told me to say it like that,” he grimaces at himself. You chance a fleeting look back to the group you’d noticed him serving a few minutes ago and to your horror, you recognise your ex, Dirk, grinning back at you. He tips the brim of his ball cap and gives you a wink, like he’s expecting you to be impressed that he remembers you drink red wine. Shit, this is not how this night is supposed to go. You’re supposed to be here to get drunk with your best friend and have a bit of a dance, not be looking over your shoulder the whole night hoping that jerk leaves you alone.

Panicking a little now, you check your phone but there’s no text from Lea telling you when to expect her. Knowing her like you do, you would bet anything she won’t be here soon, and you don’t want to wait on your own and risk Dirk coming to talk to you. Desperately, you scan your eyes around the bar, cataloguing your options and escape routes. Someone catches your eye a few seats along from where you are. Tall, broad – dark and handsome, your mind supplies unhelpfully – but what really catches your eye is the badge hanging from his belt. He’s a Ranger.

Normally, you’d pick a group of girls who you know would happily pretend to know you so you don’t have to wait alone but you know Dirk, and you know he won’t be shy enough to let any number of girls stop him from coming to ruin your night. But a guy - and a Texas Ranger at that – Dirk wouldn’t dare. He had an outstanding DUI, and he’d always been a bit of a chicken around cops anyways.

Choice made, you grab the wine he’d bought you – hey, you’re not made of money, free booze is free booze – and you march purposefully over to the Ranger, who’s checking his phone and not paying attention until you grab his black cowboy hat off the chair next to him. Clearly he had been saving it for someone, and you want Dirk to think that someone is you.

“Hey you,” you chirp, placing his hat back on his head as you slide into the seat he’d been saving, “Thanks for saving me a seat.” You smile at the Ranger long enough to see him looking at you completely perplexed before you glance back to Dirk and see him watching you with a scowl. You let yourself feel inwardly triumphant and turn back to the man you’d just decided to befriend, if only temporarily.

Swivelling back towards him, you let yourself get a good look at his face for the first time. His bright hazel eyes are staring back at you, confused but not unkind. Tall, dark, and handsome is definitely apt, and now you’re seeing him properly you’re a bit speechless. You hadn’t counted on him being this freakin’ attractive.

“Sorry,” you finally manage to choke out under your breath. “I’ll leave you alone soon, I promise, I’m just hiding from my ex,” you explain, and understanding melts across the man’s face.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks sympathetically.

“Just pretend like you know me until my friend gets here?” you propose hopefully.

“Happy to,” he smiles, grabbing his drink and holding it out to clink against your wine glass. You tap your glass against his, relief flooding your body as you settle onto your stool a little more comfortably.

“Thank you…” you trail off leadingly, hoping he’ll fill in his name.

“Cordell,” he supplies.

“Now there is a Texan name if I ever heard one,” you giggle.

“If you’re gonna laugh at my name do I at least get the chance to laugh at yours too?” he grins jokingly.

“Y/N,” you give him your name, tucking your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your wine.

“Well that’s no fun, how can I tease you for such a pretty name?” Cordell takes a sip of his own drink, mirroring you. Jeez, this one is a smooth talker.

When you finish your glass of wine, probably a little quicker than normal due to your anxious state, you check your phone again and see a missed call from Lea. “Crap,” you sigh, drawing a concerned look from Cordell, who is happily munching away on some chips and queso next to you.

“Everything okay?” He asks, muffled, mouth still full of food.

“Yeah, s’just my friend bailing on me,” you gripe, listening to the voicemail she’d left on your phone a few minutes ago. “Sorry I gate crashed your night for nothing,” you apologise, popping your phone back in your bag and planning on just going home to turn in early and watch some junky tv show in bed now that your ‘girls night’ wasn’t happening.

“Hey, you aren’t gate crashing.” Cordell shrugs, like he’s hedging his bets with his next statement. “I’ve had a good time so far.” His smile is shy and sincere, and you soften just a little in your annoyance at the world.

“I totally am though, you were clearly waiting for someone,” you gesture to the stool you’d taken up residence on.

“Just my work-a-holic brother, who, as luck would have it–” Cordell pulls his phone from his pocket and holds it up to show the message on the lock screen “–also pulled out on me.”

“Oh,” you blink, not sure what to make of that. It sounds like he’s asking you to stay but… “Well, thank you for being my knight in shining armour for a bit, seriously, but I don’t really want to stick around just to have my ex looking at me all night.”

“Well, if he’s gonna be a creep and keep watching you all night, we could make that fun, give him something to watch,” Cordell offers, his smirk incongruous with the almost hopeful expression in his eyes.

“What?” You’re perplexed.

“I mean, I don’t know what happened between you, but it’s pretty obvious to me that he wants you back, and you seem pretty pissed at him for that. I’m guessing the bastard cheated on you?” You huff in response, a little bitter that he’d read the situation so easily.

“Yeah, he did,” you admit, slumping against the bar, feeling downtrodden at the memory.

“So don’t let him chase you off,” Cordell shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He messed you around – you tellin’ me you wouldn’t like to mess with him right back?” he raises an eyebrow in temptation, a knowing smirk twitching at his lips.

“And you’re proposing that instead of not wanting him to look at me all night–”

“You make him look,” Cordell finishes your sentence for you. “We’ve already pretended to know each other for the past–” he checks his watch “–twenty minutes. May as well just do the whole pretend date.” Cordell looks at you with so much honesty, you believe that he really does just want to help you screw with Dirk. And you cannot say the idea isn’t appealing.

“Alright,” you concede, shaking your head slightly in disbelief that you’re actually agreeing to this, and Cordell’s face splits into a wide smile. Honestly, seeing that expression alone made agreeing to this worth it. “So, if we’re on a pretend date, you gonna pretend to buy me another drink?”

“No,” you insist, shaking your head vehemently.

“C’mon,” Cordell chides, grinning madly.

“I did not agree to this,” you shake your head, finishing off the last bit of wine in your glass.

“Come on,” he urges again, leaning against the bar and tilting his head close to yours pleadingly.

“I am not dancing,” you repeat, wholeheartedly meaning it. You think if you have to come into genuine skin to skin contact with Cordell, you might actually melt into a puddle. Now three glasses of wine into your fake date, you can feel yourself loosening up and really enjoying yourself with this handsome stranger. He’s kind, and funny, and a little weird but in a charming way – exactly your type. And him begging you to dance with him wasn’t helping your self-restraint. This is a fake date, you keep reminding yourself firmly every time he flashes you that little half smile that makes his eyes light up.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of boring fake dates you usually go on, but mine aren’t complete unless I get to show off my two-step and knock back a tequila shot.”

“Oh, we’re doing tequila now, are we?” You laugh – this guy is actually ridiculous, and you kind of love it.

“That wasn’t a no,” he jumps on your ‘non denial’ and waves at the kid behind the bar. “Two tequilas, two limes?” he holds up two fingers and the bartender nods to him, quickly pouring out the shots and dropping two lime wedges onto a plate. Cordell grabs a salt shaker from the condiments rack on the bar and sets everything up between you. You let him work, watching incredulously but enjoying the show nonetheless.

“Give me your hand,” he holds out his own hand expectantly once he’s arranged all the pieces to his liking.

“Why?” your voice is nervous but your hand reaches out instantly of its own accord. Without answering he proceeds to rub the edge of the lime over the inside of your wrist, then puts the lime in your fingers and shakes some salt over the trail of juice he left behind. He does the same thing to himself, then passes you your shot, which you take in your lime-free hand.

“Right, you wanna do this the normal way or the ‘make Dirk jealous way’?” Cordell asks with a smirk once he’s oriented himself.

“I’m gonna regret asking this, but what’s the ‘make Dirk jealous’ way?” you groan exaggeratedly, like he’s put some great burden on you, but the truth is you’re really enjoying yourself.

“Like this,” Cordell steps up to you and links your right arms together. Catching his drift you smile and try to hold back the snort of laughter that bubbles up inside you – a nervous reaction to feeling the warmth of his body against yours, even through the layer of his shirt. “One, two, three,” he counts off and you go to lick the salt off your wrist except that’s what Cordell is doing. You freeze momentarily, heat shooting up your arm from where his tongue and lips are laving over your skin. You don’t think to move until Cordell puts his own wrist against your lips and you lick obediently.

Your linked arms pull you closer together as Cordell lifts the tequila to his lips and you follow suit in a kind of trance, both knocking back your shots. The tequila hits you harder than you remember it ever doing before, and you scrunch up your face, disoriented for a moment until you once again feel Cordell’s lips on your skin. This time they’re wrapping around your finger tips as he sucks the lime into his mouth. You stand frozen, the burn in your mouth and your fingers meeting in your chest and ratcheting up your heart rate as if you’re trying to run away from the oncoming flames. But it’s hopeless, you’re stuck in the blaze now.

“You want your lime, darlin’?” Cordell laughs at your stock still frame and holds his fingers to your lips, gently pressing the fruit inside and urging you to suck. You’re sure you must have physically combusted into fire by now, but Cordell isn’t jumping away like he’s been singed – he’s pressing closer. “Dance with me,” he rasps, voice hoarse from the burn of the alcohol. It’s not a request anymore, it’s an order, and you don’t question it.

Drawing his hand down the arm of yours linked with his until your fingers lace together, he pulls you away from the bar and out onto the dance floor. It’s an upbeat country song, the kind you’d normally jump around to, but he pulls you in and wraps an arm around your waist like a proper partner dance calls for – except he’s ignored the social convention of leaving room for Jesus. He pulls you after him in tiny circles and you let him lead happily. When the song changes to something a little slower he pulls you just a little tighter, and you can’t stop yourself from moving your gaze off his shoulder up to his face.

His eyes dart over your shoulder, then smile down at you wryly, and you feel yourself blush. “He’s watching,” Cordell grins mischievously. You go to look but he puts a hand on your neck and holds you still, keeping your eyes on him. His fingers are strong and warm against your collarbone, ironically causing you to shiver. “No, don’t look at him,” his voice is low as he leans in conspiratorially, “you wanna make him look, remember?”

“Why are you helping me?” The alcohol swimming through your veins is making you comfortable and fuzzy, and you let yourself lean against him familiarly, your head resting against his chest as he continues to move you both around the dance floor. You feel him shrug as his grips on your hand and the nape of your neck tighten a little.

“The truth?” he asks. You can hear the nerves in his voice, even if you can’t see them on his face.

“No, I want you to lie to me, please,” your voice manages to stay serious through the end of the joke before you burst into giggles, and you feel your laughter move into his body and trigger his own, making his chest rise and fall unevenly beneath your cheek.

“You are one hell of a gal, you know that?” You’re glad your face is buried in his chest so he can’t see just how brightly you smile at the compliment. “Truth is, I’ve been trying to get you drunk and have my wicked way with you.” You can tell by how expressionless his voice has gone that he’s winding you up, but you pull back and slap your hand to your chest in mock horror.

“Well Cordell Walker, I have never met such a rogue in my life,” you gasp in your best Scarlet O’Hara accent. It’s not a good one. Neither of you can keep a straight face for more than a few seconds, and you both double over in laughter after your minuscule standoff.

As your laughter dies down, Cordell grabs your hands again and pulls you back to him, swaying entirely out of time to the song that’s playing. He looks like he’s about to say something but the words haven’t quite found their way to his tongue, and when you catch his eyes you suddenly don’t want to hear what he has to say and you pull away from him. He looks at you, puzzled and just the slightest bit hurt as you try to find some cover for your sudden movement.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a bourbon fan, would you?”

Part 2 Here!

We’re All Mads Here: @vulgar-library @tintentrinkerin @negans-lucille-tblr @fandomfic-galore @petitgateau911 @schaefchenherde @kickingitwithkirk @little-diable @laxe-chester67 @kassyscarlett @austin-winchester67

All Walker: @lovealways-j @delightfullykrispypeach @stoneyggirl @thinkinghardhardlythinking @sams-sass @walkersbabygirl

#walkerbingo #anyfandomgoesbingo #afgbingo #walker x reader #cordell x reader #fake dating #slow burn #walker fic #jared padalecki

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applejackofalltrades · 3 years

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Why Do I Like AppleDash So Much?

Literally nobody has ever asked me this but I'm going to answer this question anyway.

Intro: How I Got Into My Little Pony

Imma be real. The reason I started watching the show is because some of my old Twitter mutuals were interacting with posts about the Friendship Is Magic 10th anniversary. Some of them were talking about Rarijack and how it was a good ship, and others were discussing the implied canonicity of Appledash.

I had, at the time, just finished catching up on The Owl House that had recently been in the process of finishing up season one or had just gone into hiatus (can't remember which) and I was losing interest in my old hyperfixations fast.

See, I do this thing where I get really REALLY invested in a show and then as soon as it ends or as soon as I absorb every bit of media in it, I lose some of the interest or it fades. I don't usually lose full interest. For example, I still love She-Ra (my last big fandom) and I'm obviously still invested in The Owl House, but ever since both of those shows ended/stalled, I was desperately needing something to distract me from the trials and tribulations of my will to live that my daily life often forced upon me.

As you can guess, ponies was my solution.

I went into the show with a Rarijack mindset, but knowing that Appledash existed. I guess my mutuals just really liked Rarijack. I decided to give season one a chance. Actually, I felt quite silly for even deciding to watch the show. You see, back in 2018, I was still quite... trivial about watching anything that was seen as "girly". I didn't really have any problems with watching cartoons (ie. V*ltron, Steven Universe, Avatar, Pokemon etc.) but it was the fact that a show was "girly" that made me iffy. I had a very fragile masculinity, okay?

Anyway, so I actually was really afraid to watch She-Ra, even though the teaser images and trailer looked good. But I did and I decided that even "girly" shows could be good and that I was silly.

But, oh boy, cringe culture really messed with me. In mid/late 2020, I was ashamed to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I said I'd watch one season just so I could laugh at it. I wanted to watch it as a joke, and who knows, maybe I found a guilty pleasure to watch while I waited for The Owl House to come back?

I loaded up Netflix and I hit play. Instantly, I was cringing at myself. Can you blame me? Early season MLP was obviously meant for kids. Not that it was immature or bad, but it was definitely a kid's show, especially considering the iconic storybook opening of episode one.

I watched the episodes, but they mostly were just background noise as I did other things. I remember watching them, but I was indifferent, although frustrated that I found myself chuckling at a few of the jokes and quips. I wasn't that invested, though. I thought Twilight was boring, Rarity obnoxious, Pinkie annoying, Fluttershy frustrating, and Rainbow Dash infuriating. I didn't really mind Applejack, I mostly kinda just thought she was the best one. (Nothing's changed, eh?)

And then....

Fall Weather Friends

Season One Episode Thirteen rolled around.

It starts (as y'all know) with Rainbow Dash and Applejack throwing horseshoes.

I don't know why, but this caught my attention. Of course, being only a few episodes after Look Before You Sleep, I had Rarijack on the mind. But I did think that Applejack and Rainbow Dash were probably good friends and would make for an interesting pairing, and a more interesting episode given their similarities, but also their differences.

I found myself fully watching this episode, and I dare say, it's the episode that dragged me fully into the show.

Maybe it's because I see myself in both of them in a way. Maybe that's why I connect so much with the pair, but them having an episode together? That was really good for me. I wasn't in the best state of mind, and something about seeing two characters that were in some ways reminiscent of myself interact and argue and have an endearing episode together made me smile.

It was then that I discovered the simple amazingness of AppleDash.

I mean, who doesn't love obnoxious, competitive girlfriends that are both prideful and headstrong?

I know I love it.

Anyway, so at that point, my mind kinda just clicked and I decided that my OTP was AppleDash. However, poly rights and Applejack has two front hooves *cough* Rarijackdash *cough*

But yeah so that's how I got into AppleDash. Fall Weather Friends, which was kinda the episode that made me love MLP.

How That Progressed

Well, obviously, I still love that ship I mean I live for it. If I could have any one single ship it'd be them. It just kept getting better and better as the show progressed, I mean their dynamic is great whether you want to see it platonically or romantically. They have a lot in common right off the bat (example, they are both incredibly stubborn, though AJ would take the cake for that) and seem to be close (I mean right from episode one they appear to already have a pre-established friendship), but they're also different. Applejack is a hard worker all of the time with anything she does, while Dash tends to be lazy but can be extremely driven when she is motivated (for example, when she wants to achieve her Wonderbolts dream). Applejack is immensely caring and family-oriented and does things for the good of everypony, while Rainbow Dash can be kind of a jerk and not mindful of her actions when she's wrapped up in the stuff she's doing for herself (not to say she isn't caring, but she tends to be kind of an ass, even to Fluttershy sometimes).

Their growth was immensely fun to watch and as time went on, they shared more and more screentime together. Even if it's not an episode that revolves around them, whenever one of them is in frame, most of the time the other is close by, and they often stand next to each other.

Now, in terms of why they work in the show's canon (in my opinion, either romantically or platonically, they do make a great pairing):

They are both competitive and enjoy competing with each other, though they know (especially after FWF when they've taken it too far)

They watch out for each other (AJ often holds Rainbow Dash back when she's about to rush into danger, especially in early seasons, and Dash always lifts AJ out of danger first [the two examples I can think of off the top of my head are in Best Gift Ever and My Little Pony: The Movie])

Their personalities even each other out. (AJ is a lot more calm than RD, and while they can both get worked up, Applejack is usually the calm one)

Their colour schemes are literally complementary. (AJ's coat is orange while Rainbow's is blue. AJ's eyes are green while RD's are pink/red).

They share a lot of cute moments. (You can just look these up)

THEY'RE HECCING CUTE.

AND FINALLY

I mean fuck, the finale. They're literally canon, you cannot tell me otherwise. It was absolutely intended and you cannot prove otherwise. (read the script notes l o l "we actually could do sort of a subtle wink to the idea that they are now a couple???" < RE Appledash). They live together, they have domestic arguments about chores, they are always giving each other fond looks throughout the episode, always standing next to or near each other, and well we all know Rainbow's iconic hoof on AJ's head in the last shot of the show.

Ashleigh Ball really was the OG shipper and fuck it, she was right. We all know they are in love, she knows they are in love. The only reason they couldn't explicitly state it in the show is probably bc Hasbro would have been against that at the time (I mean, Lyrabon had to be very subtle but hey we gottem).

Oh and, I know this isn't exactly canon canon, but it is an official game: The My Little Pony Magic Princess app. Future AJ and RD's descriptions allude to them being together.

You could negate this and say that this is just them being friends but I mean... come on. Come on. Sweet Apple Acres is Apple family land, and the only people who live there as of The Last Problem are Apples. (AJ, Sugar Belle and Big Mac and their foal, and you guessed it... Rainbow Dash).

You cannot tell me that they aren't canon. You'd really have to be grasping at straws because all the signs are there. They had build up, development, and it just makes sense.

If you don't think it makes sense... did we watch the same show??? It absolutely makes sense.

Anyway, AppleDash is canon. :)

#jay has pony thoughts #appledash #applejack #rainbow dash #i just like talking

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Heyyyy!!! Congrats on the milestone!!! Could I possibly request a matchup with Lotr and The Hobbit? No gender preference, but we all know there's a vast overrepresentation of men lol

I'm kind of average height with long blonde hair. I like reading and watching movies, I work in a bakery and I love to travel! I'm really into art and music as well as doing karate and scouting. I'm also into the general outdoor activities like hiking, outdoor cooking, snowboarding, climbing, skiing, canoing, biking etc. I'm also really into all kinds of mythology and folklore!

I'm stubborn and loyal, I tend to do things regardless of gender stereotypes and I try to be kind to everyone. My style slides from very feminine to gnc, and I love practical but nice looking clothing.

Sorry if this became a lot, feel free to pick and choose from these! Thank you in advance and take all the time you need Luna! 💕💕💕💕💕

Thank you for being the first one to tell me that there is a vast over representation of men in LOTR because I canNOT UNDERSTATE THIS. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Tolkien content we have but I would have loved to see more women kick ass, because yum.

The Lord of the Rings, Aragorn:

- After you said ‘travel’, who else did you expected me to choose? This man knows many woods and paths, and he has memorized many wonderful places he has been. Upon discovering your love for wandering, he wishes to do nothing more but show you those breathtaking waterfalls he found years ago. He knows all safe paths, so without any doubt, he will do anything in his power to keep you safe.

- For outdoor activities over all, he is the perfect person to go to. He has many experiences with things such as climbing and canoeing. And he absolutely loves the fact that he gets to share it with someone who is just as excited about it as him. He is very careful with you, sometimes a bit too much, though he knows you can handle yourself. It doesn’t go under appreciated, but you’d have to remind him that you can do those things yourself as well. He admires your daring spirit. Hell, at times it even leaves him stunned.

- He himself doesn’t even believe in gender stereotypes. He himself can be feminine at times and he doesn’t even care. As a king, he becomes clear to those ‘rules’, but he is quick to consider them broken. But crowds are difficult and push their opinions. Aragorn remains unfazed by the words though, and simply encourages you to do whatever you want to do. If he feels particularly bold, he’ll take a few days of and let you take over. You rule beside Aragorn often, but he remains the king, so it’s usually his words and decisions, but he makes it clear to you that he finds your actions as important as his own. Even as other fail to recognize the profit it brings.

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The Hobbit, Fili:

- He loves good stories. Dwarves of their own already love tales, but he seems particularly fond of them. He has many stories to tell himself from his childhood and fairytales, but he enjoys listening to them even more. Introduce him to other mythologies and he won’t ever shut up about it. He gets so caught up in them, it’s adorable.

- If you can kick his ass, he is done for. The second you show him what you’ve learned through karate, he’s smitten. Completely head over heels. Dwarves are a proud folk, so don’t feel surprised when he lets his tongue run every so often. He’s so proud and in love with you, he simply has to share it with everyone. All in good nature of course, but he will never shut up about it.

- Fili enjoys lazy nights in, and though he loves going outdoors with you, he cannot wait for the night, where you cuddle up to him with a book while he reads over your shoulder. He doesn’t even have to know the stories. He just enjoys the time spent with you in his arms. It makes him feel all happy and warm inside, as cheesy as it might sound. He really prides himself on you.

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#1000 followers celebration!#matchup requests closed!#lotr #lord of The Rings #the hobbit #tolkien #Aragorn #elessar #aragorn x reader #Fili #Fili durin #fili x reader

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windowsandfeelings · 2 years

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Dair for the ship asks?

1. What made you ship it?

I remember seeing the hallway scene in early season 1 and thinking "oh!" but I assumed they would never go there, and I liked Dan/Serena and even Chuck & Blair (in early days!! that did not last!!!). I quit watching in season 3 with, like, an "if Dan and Blair ever happens" caveat and then...and thennnnnn

So yeah, I jumped back in mid-season 4 with no clue what was happening and got COMPLETELY sucked in to the point where I wouldn't talk about anything else, and then I felt like I was being held hostage by this show all the way through the finale. (This was not helped by the fact that I was living in NY at the time, and they literally camped the trailers for the first episode of the Dair arc outside my office building, and they were always around the neighborhood, so I felt extra immersed.)

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I love the way they love each other. It's so based in joy and wanting the best for each other. They smile together, and laugh! They sometimes undermine their own interests in favor of the other's (ok, mostly Dan does this). They like each other. A lot!

They are such dorks, the both of them, exemplified by the salon episode. Like—if they did not look like that they would be such social outcasts, you cannot convince me otherwise. "Oh, we have a couple crush and we're going to imitate them completely and then invite them to our imitation of their relationship." GUYS. come on. Dorks.

They have literally all of the Seth/Summer parallels. Parallels within and between Josh Schwartz shows MEAN SOMETHING. Always!!

You cannot go wrong with enemies to reluctant friends to best friends to lovers. You just can't.

Their worst onscreen moments feel like writerly machinations and their best onscreen moments feel earned and true.

C.H.E.M.I.S.T.R.Y.

I could probably go on forever about, like, individual moments that have kept me up in the middle of the night because they're so good, but I will restrain myself.

ASS-BACKWARDS CRUSHING ON BLAIR WALDORF

(Anyway, nothing in the epilogue happened and Dan is not Gossip Girl and they're married now and live in Paris and Blair even wears pants sometimes and they're so very happy.)

eta. Ok got it (from the folder on my phone that is literally just Dair gifs)

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Hahaha, probably that I don't actually like either of them? Like don't get me wrong, I looooooove Dan and Blair together, and writing Dan and Blair together (obvi), and reading Dan and Blair together, and I greatly enjoy watching them be horrible together and apart 95% of the time, but I don't think I actually like either character. (And if I do like one of them it's Blair.)

But that's just Gossip Girl. Everybody sucks (except Dorota and usually Nate, but also sometimes Nate). That's the point. (This is also why I was fully onboard with the teachers being Gossip Girl now. Is it awful? Yes. But it's Gossip Girl! It's supposed to be!)

#gossip girl #dair

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fanficmemes · 3 years

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Ah damn we low on fics for cas this week? *chugs vodka* alright ao3 tab I will regret opening here I come

So I was torn between submitting this fic or the omegaverse mind break robot fucking fic, but this one had better paragraph spacing and I guess slightly more cursed content? Also surprisingly enough I did not find this in the dd:dne tag, although really, that would apply. Also it's a sonic fic, probably not super cursed and definitely not the WORST sonic fic out there but I don't have the patience to scour ffn for the really fucked up stuff, so this will have to do. (And yes, I did willingly look at the dd:dne sonic fics, no I'm not okay and yes I'm surprised too that there was nothing there I thought worth submitting).

Anyways. So this fic is about sonic getting captured by the black arms (some alien hivemind race for those who don't know) and being used as their breeding bitch. He wakes up captive in some room where Doom (the leader of the alien race) explains that he is only alive because Shadow (who has Doom's DNA and is therefore his son) wants him to "be part of creation" and since he's the prince and heir to the whole hivemind, Doom let's him keep sonic. He also explains that they cannot experience sexual pleasure like sonic and Shadow can, so they're gonna experience that through the two of them via hivemind shit, and in return for letting Doom experience an orgasm, sonic will get to bear and give birth to the next generation of black arms. Truly the deal of the century

So shadow gets real close and is practically on top of sonic, with Doom in the room and restraining sonic with tentacles. Naturally sonic is protesting the whole time, saying he'd rather die than be involved in this "deranged alien incest" and begging shadow to come to his senses and let sonic go and help him fight back. Shadow refuses and calls Doom daddy, which is certainly a Thing to add on top of the rest of all the shit going on, and he presses their dicks together and starts to jerk them off because Doom isn't going to breed sonic until after he's experienced an orgasm

Eventually the tentacles realise they are here for more than just restrains and are, in fact, a kink in and of themselves, because they start to wrap around their combined hedgehog dicks and one of them splits in half and goes straight into sonic and Shadow's dicks, fucking them. Another tentacle removes Shadow's hand and encases both of their dicks within itself like a "gelatinous cage" and as they both fuck into this gelatinous cage I'm trying to decide if I'm more horrified by the content, the fact that it's hedgehog and alien porn, or by the way the author keeps saying rod and manhood instead of cock and dick (also I'm realising this all sounds like it's escalating incredibly quickly but the fic itself is actually quite well paced but it's 2am and there's a lot of talking that I cba to repeat so y'all get the speedrun edition)

This continues as Doom continues to take pleasure from the hivemind shenanigans, and he says that sonic will not be allowed to cum unless he asks for it. Out of his mind with pleasure bc by now he has gone through quite a lot of teasing, sonic asks Doom to let them cum, also calling him daddy, which I can't decide if that's better or worse than Shadow calling him daddy.

So at LAST Doom lets them cum, taking a moment to admire the sensation that he's never felt until now. He praises sonic for doing so well, says shadow made a good choice for their new host, an announces that they will now begin "fornicating"

Exhausted from being teased and fucked, sonic is lifted against Doom's chest and doesn't quite realize what's happening until a new tentacle, this one the size of a fist, starts to shove its way up his ass and into his intestines. Sonic begins to panic again and starts to struggle to get free, but since he's exhausted it does not work, and he just has to lie back against Doom and take it as an egg sack is shoved into his ass. The first one exhausts him so much from the pain that he can't even fight against the second one, which, in contrast to the first, starts to feel pleasurable.

While this is going on, Shadow is jerking himself off, beating his meat, if you will (hi, star wars poop anon!) and eventually cums to watching sonic get eggs shoved up his ass. Not that sonic notices since he's so out of it. Shadow then crawls into Sonic's lap and cuddles with him to try and soothe him. Exhausted, in pain, and with some amount of pleasure, sonic submits to Shadow's affectionate petting and relaxes into an uneasy rest as his body finally starts to accept the eggs. When he wakes up he lets shadow fuss over him until the birth. The fic ends on sonic saying he blames the effect of the hivemind and the eggs in him for willingly being their surrogate again and again because it's the only thing that keeps him sane. And then it's over, all 4k words of fucked up hedgehog alien incest smut

So, yeah. There's like two or three fics like this (sonic getting captured and bred by the black arms) but this was the first one I found and was the most memorable. Like I said, there's probably way worse sonic fics out there, so this isn't THAT cursed by comparison, but I'm too lazy to go look for them, cause god knows finding fucked up fics on ffn is only easy if you're NOT looking for them

Please appreciate my sacrifice, because hedgehog porn is something I never wanted to read, but hey, anything to keep the fanfic memes community entertained. Happy cas!

I can’t believe I made it through this whole ask without dying of radiation poisoning anyways 7.5/10

#asks #cursed asks

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kenthoescore · 3 years

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Unrequited

Major S4 Spoilers! Read at your own risk.

Jean Kirschtein x GN!reader

wc : 1.4k

cw : character death!

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He loved Mikasa.

It was common knowledge in the 104th cadets. There would be days where Jean would do nothing but stare and adore her from far away.

Jean can’t love other girls the way he does with her, that was another fact, but you were stupid. Too stubborn to acknowledge his feeling towards Mikasa, you were too obsessed with the idea of Jean falling in love with you instead of her, but you weren’t too stupid to risk your friendship with Jean.

It was better to have him as a friend rather than being strangers.

You were chuckling whilst watching Eren and Mikasa’s squabble, when Eren saw Mikasa carrying boxes twice as many as he was carrying, he probably felt so small witnessing that. Those boxes were heavy, even after working out every day you still struggled to carry those.

‘How can I be like her?’

“Oi! Get it moving!” Jean said from a distance, sweating profusely.

You can’t help but stare as he slightly flicked his hair back and wipe the thin layer of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. You didn’t miss his eyes glance towards Eren and Mikasa.

You ignored it.

For many years, you looked at Jean the same way he did to Mikasa, which made you feel like shit. You knew you couldn’t make a move on Jean, his heart simply belongs to Mikasa, no matter how hard you try.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Marley declared war.

Eren attacked Marley.

Armin has blood in his hands.

Sasha died.

Things were getting out of hand, you had to watch Sasha die in front of you. You had to choke back your tears as you watch Armin and Mikasa shake the dead cold body of Sasha.

Happy moments with Sasha flashed back in your head. Her love for meat, her smiles, and her laughs with Connie and Jean. The occasional times where you and Sasha were on a mission and she cracked jokes to make the atmosphere lighter.

The unforgettable time in the survey corps where she broke a potato in half and offered it to Keith Shadis.

Fuck.

The whole squad was silent when arrived back in Paradis. You have struggled to show emotions ever since, you cannot cry in front of them. You were already weak as it is.

You hid away from them, finally letting your emotions free. Running away from the base and running towards the woods where you and your friends rest when all of you were still in training.

The moon was out, the cold breeze was hitting your face, blowing your tears away as you sobbed uncontrollably, the soft rustle of the trees brought you some comfort. You were certain that no one was here, but you were mistaken, a tall silhouette sitting on the edge looking at the lazy river.

“Jean?”

Your voice shook slightly, trying hard to hide the sob that was threatening to escape your lips. He leaned back and glanced slightly to his right where you were standing, pathetically trying to hide your tears.

“Oh, it’s you.” He said, “Hiding?” he added.

“Not really.” You replied walking closer to him, your heart pounding with nervousness.

He didn’t reply, instead, he drank from the bottle of wine he was carrying. You watched him chug half of it.

“Stop. You’re going to kill yourself.” You crouched beside him, grabbing the bottle of wine from his hands, after noticing that it wasn’t his first bottle. Glass bottles scattered beside him, you noticed glass shards twinkling like glitter from afar, as they reflected the light from the moon.

You sat beside him and observed the bottle in your hands, you took a chug yourself, drinking the remaining wine. You cringed at the taste; it definitely wasn’t as strong as you’d expected.

You sigh.

“Just another day at the survey corps, huh?” you chuckled weakly, no humor in your words.

Jean didn’t reply. He didn’t seem to move, so you glanced at him.

Your heart thundered when your eyes meet his intense brown orbs. One of those emotions displayed in those eyes was the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. You can’t help but grab him and hug him tight.

Your heart breaking even further.

His sobs were soft as you held him to your chest, you feel his hands ball into a fist, holding into the white tee you changed into earlier. A few tears leaked out from your own eyes, gently, you rest your head onto Jean’s head.

He hugged you back, tightly. Almost as if he didn’t want to let you go.

You were each other’s comfort; you knew this was the first and last time you will ever get to experience this.

Many minutes passed, hours even. You don’t know how long the both of you were sitting in sorrowful silence. Both of your positions, unchanging.

Empty wine bottles were sprawled around the both of you, it almost seemed like Jean stole a whole crate. The whole time you were with him, your heart never stopped beating rapidly, it was almost hard to breathe.

It was almost dawn when Jean let go. His eyes were puffy and red, and he was drowsy.

You didn’t keep count of how many bottles he drank, but you were positive that it was uncountable with ten fingers. How is he not wasted?

“You like me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration.

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. A brick was stuck in your throat, you couldn’t speak. You didn’t dare. In an attempt to escape the incoming rejection, you stood up.

“Y/N.” He called, making you stop in your tracks by instinct. You cursed yourself. You turned around preparing yourself, for what he was about to say.

His eyes searched in the depths of your eyes. He smirked; you couldn’t read him.

“You think I wouldn’t notice, didn’t you? Y/n.” He let go of your embrace and facing you with an expression breaking your heart. It was cold.

“Don’t hope that I’ll like you back after all of this,” he motioned to the surroundings, “I’m incapable of loving anyone else other than Mi-”

“I know.” You whispered, cutting him off.

Unconsciously, you lowered your head and stared at the grass. Tears watering the green grass.

Why did he have to say that? Out of all the moments, he chose to say that in the most painful moment ever. Well, Jean is Jean.

“My eyes!” Sasha screamed as the saltwater reached her eye.

Connie was laughing his ass at seeing Sasha’s reaction.

“Oi Jean! That’s saltwater, you idiot!” You tried warning Jean, but it was too late he already drank it.

“So saltyyy!!!” He screamed, you doubled over in laughter, witnessing his face crumple up from the taste.

When he recovered, he started chasing you while screaming loudly that you should also drink it. You could hear Hange speaking loudly and Levi warning Hange too.

Distracted by their little moment, you happily watched them from afar. You didn’t notice Jean approaching.

You were startled when you felt his big hand hold you and supported your lower back. Sasha was on his side with saltwater in her hands, while Connie was behind you pushing you closer to Sasha’s hand.

“No!” You protested while laughing.

Sasha moved forward, accidentally kicking your ankle causing you to lose balance. You were determined to not fall in the water alone so you grabbed Jean along with you, and Jean grabbed the other two. The four of you fell with a loud splash, and Levi calling the four of you.

All of you were laughing, you and Jean were looking at each other’s eyes. Sharing the moment of happiness between the two of you.

“You’re stupid too, you know?” You said, raising your head and meeting Jean’s gaze.

“I know, y/n. I know.”

The both of you shared a look that only the two of you can understand. He was the first one to break his gaze, and lay down the grass, staring at the sky.

That was your cue to leave.

“Goodbye.” You said loud enough for him to hear, and walked away from him and back to your room.

Jean was left in the silence of the forest, sighing as your footsteps fade away.

“If I come back alive from all of this, I’ll marry you, y/n.”

Jean loves you, more than he ever loved Mikasa.

You were the only thing, he loved so close, yet so far.

#aot #snk #jean kirschstein #eren #levi #hange #mikasa #connie #sasha #gender neutral reader #jean kirschtein x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #imagines #jean kirschtein x gender neutral reader #idk what to call this #what is this #it hurts #jean kirschtein x reader

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