#and if I’m only eating meat a few times a year might as well give it some fucking oomph I guess
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okkk posting a draft of cherry and fandaniel thing. its not nsfw but like. leading to it. its a scene before sex probably. ive posted a few things from it already.
He prodded at the roasted beef on the plate with his fork, the flesh was overly tender, falling apart at the softest press of his fork. There was an unfamiliar hunger growing in the pit of his stomach that felt misplaced. Things once dead shouldn’t be so tempting.
“I spent the day preparing it for us,” Fandaniel gave him a knowing look across the table, as if tempting him with his eyes. “Please, don’t hurt my feelings by not giving it a honest try. You might come to like it, my dear.”
Cherry gave him a glare for a moment, before straightening his back, he wasn’t here to pick a fight when there was information he could gain, and so much to lose if he didn’t play politics with this ascian. Clearing his throat, “I don’t eat meat is all, sorry to offend.” He twirled the goblet of wine the host across from him had poured for him, fainting interest in the alcohol. “Is this imported?” There was a role to be played before he could pry on intent.
There was a small bit of sourness on the hosts face as he leaned into the velvet backing of the chair, a theatrical sigh left his mouth, all the time with the dramatics. He was the worst ascian Cherry had the displeasure of talking to, nothing seemed genuine, it was hard to tell where he began and where he ended with his acting. “I am a terrible host for not asking a preference for dinner, but it was so hard to get you alone, completely alone.” His voice lowered to a sonorous tone. “Grateful though, the savior of humanity, the hero of this tale, could indulge me with a night. I will hold this memory dearly.”
“Mhm,” Cherry mumbled during a cursory sip after inspecting the wine for any poisons or other methods of foul play. “Why did you invite this get together, again?”
That seemed to spark his interest as he leaned forward and rested his arms on the wood table. “We both want something with this arrangement, Warrior of Light. You want, no, need to know more about me, isn’t that correct? To get an idea of how to stop me?” He smiled like a fox with a rabbit in his teeth. “You were special to a man I share the memories of. Disgustingly special. You don’t remember him, but I remember you, of all your qualities and accomplishments.” Something was mixed in his words there, something bitter, despite the praise. His eyes briefly flickered downwards. “Surely, you want to know more, your mind is magnificently curious, it is simple to see.”
For what little he knew of Fandaniel, this was off kilter for his tightly knitted mask of personality, causing Cherry to stare at him temporarily, scrutinizing every detail. “You seem genuine.” “Oh, you hurt my heart with your words! I have only been genuine.” “Liar.”
There was a pause in Fandaniel’s wit as he let out a cold chuckle, “I am reaching my hand out, Warrior of Light, can’t you see it in your heart to catch me and embrace me?”
That feeling in the pit of his stomach again stirred, Cherry reached for his glass of wine to find it empty, must’ve finished it without thinking. The gnawing sensation that he was going to do something uncharacteristic of a heroic man, to behave on self interest, something he had tried to work out of him over the years.
“At least tell more information than that, I’m not rejecting anything. It’s unfair for you to say such things without explaining.” Not that you have ever explained yourself in a manner that is rational. Cherry reached for the wine bottle in the center, only to be met with Fandaniel’s hand meeting his own.
“No need to drink so hurriedly.” His hand was soft against Cherry’s scarred and battle worn hands, his voice was more off putting to him than usual, it was all too soft. “I want you to remember as well, all the details.” Fingers interlocking each other. “His name was Hermes. You would have liked him, I believe. But he was a dour man, despite living in paradise, but he had you, well, a unsundered you, at his side to ease his disposition.”
He was too fascinated at his tale to take care of their hands interlocking, or that his heart seemed to pick up speed, to pick at his hosts brain was of the most importance. I have heard from other ascians’ something of my soul being familiar. Confirms my suspicions. “Why would you hate living in something you’ve described as a paradise?” “To everyone else, but everyone is blind to truth, suffering, that the only way to remove pain is to remove it at the start.” Fascinating.
“I’ve come to my conclusion.” He chimed in, reassuring his self appointed truth, in that there was no changing.
“I didn’t think I had any foothold to change your mind on the matter so easily.” And Cherry was not a fool to mistake a crack in the door as an opening. “And that, my darling, is why I’ve always liked you so much.” Fandaniel cooed, rubbing his thumb against the back of Cherry’s hand, paying attention to running over healed scars.
“I think I’ve given you a good taste, something to ease some of your endless hunger of knowledge.” Fandaniel lifted Cherry’s hand to hover over his lips with an impish expression. “While I don’t feel a connection to that man, I do feel something special with you, and I know you feel a draw between us. If there was someone I would want to experience pleasure with before ending the world, it would be you.”
A hero shouldn’t act in such a manner, so many of those look at me for guidance in this world, but I never agreed to be looked towards for morals or to be an idealistic person to be. Yet, the hunger he spoke of was identical.
“Don’t muddy my feelings with talking about the world ending.” “My apologies, my prince. I wanted to make my vision clear, a night of pleasure for us both, and then we continue on our paths.”
Fandaniel kissed the knuckle of Cherry’s hand, gesturing for forgiveness. He needed to decide, quickly, either to run away with the information he has gained or to confront his own feelings of neediness. Just a taste. “Then, it’s agreed upon.” Impassively speaking, as if it was business as usual.
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So annoying that my southern relatives are libs and my republican relatives are like pearl clutching elderly new england conservatives specifically because I want to try the legendary American delicacy of whole turkey deep fried in peanut oil on Thanksgiving and no one who is a democrat or a northerner is doing that. So appalling yet vaguely compelling and there’s no fucking way I’m gonna do that myself 😔
#it’s not even that I think I want it that badly it’s just that I was born with a soul like Fieri or Bourdain and I must sample everything#that people are doing to cuisine no matter what. it’s a righteous burden sort of like what saints have#and if I’m only eating meat a few times a year might as well give it some fucking oomph I guess
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Don't Speak 35
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)
Character: librarian!Andy Barber
Note: we got that xmas hangover.
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You get to the bottom of your glass before you’re even done your sides. You pick at the white meat and smear it into the puddle of gravy that floods the plate. Each bite is better than the last, easing that tenuous knot in your stomach. You haven’t eaten like this in weeks.
“More wine?” Steve offers as he grabs the bottle again, topping up his own glass before gesturing to your own.
Andy clears his throat as you look up. For a moment, there was only you and the plate. A soft fog limns the edges of your vision and dampens your worries. You peek around as Amber leans in from your other side.
“I’ll take some more if there’s enough,” Amber shifts her glass over, a mouthful still in the belly, “it’s so good. I’ll have to take a picture of the label.”
Her arm touches yours. She’s giving you permission, more so encouraging you. Is it so bad to enjoy yourself? Even Andy said today is special. A little bit of wine isn’t so bad. You barely feel any different.
“Sure, I’ll… I’ll have a bit more, please.”
Andy sniffs but you refuse to look at him again. You caught the glint of his disapproval before. He’s never happy with anything you do unless it’s… that. Steve pours the golden wine into your glass, then Amber’s, only a small amount left in the bottom as he sets the bottle down.
You chew on a gristly portion of meat, the clink of cutlery filling the strained silence. Amber sighs and takes a drink, carefully placing the flat base of her glass on the table. She swallow as stirs her mashed potatoes.
“So, you said you were almost done your painting?” She begins, “I’ll have to check it out after dinner.”
“Mm,” Andy grumbles, “garage gets pretty cold this time of year.”
“I’ll put a coat on,” Amber shrugs, “I’d love to see what you’ve been working on. You know I always love your art. Actually…” you can tell she’s rambling, out of nervousness, but more to fill the lull, “I was hoping you might make me something, if you have the time.”
“I could…” you begin.
“She can give you a quote,” Andy intones curtly. Your eyes flick over to him, surprised. “Can’t make much off a hobby.”
“Oh, of course, I wouldn’t presume,” Amber says, “materials plus work.”
“I hate to overstep but I’d love to have a look as well,” Steve says.
Your eyes round and you nod, cheeks hot at the prospect of showing them. Your work is always so personal and this piece feels even more so. Your first major commission and it’s almost done. It’s a real accomplishment, how did you not see that before?
“Sure,” you gulp.
“After the banana pudding of course,” Amber insists, “save some room, bub.”
You smile as your stomach squeezes tight. If you eat much more, you won’t have room for dessert. You reach for your glass to wash down the stuffing. The wine makes you feel hollow, it gives you room for more.
“Lot of sugar,” Andy comments.
“It’s Thanksgiving,” Amber shrugs, “what’s a few extra calories? Besides, it's tradition.”
“Your tradition,” Andy snips.
“Well, if you don’t want any, more for us, right, bub?” She nudges you gently with her elbow.
You nod, “it’s my favourite.”
“Bub?” Andy scoffs, “she’s an adult.”
Amber sits back sharply and hovers her fork over her plate. She stares at Andy as he glares back. Tension roils between them.
“And I’m so proud of her,” her words drip with venom, "she’s come so far. Steve,” she looks at the therapist as he watches with arched brows, “thank you so much for all you’ve done for my sister. I see how far she’s come.”
“She’s a strong woman,” Steve leans on an elbow and lifts his glass, “she’s doing all the heavy lifting.”
Your chest flutters as you kick your legs in giddiness. The smile he aims at you takes your breath away. It feels good to have someone proud of you, but him? It’s amazing. You feel like you could do anything, that he truly believes that you can.
“Thanks,” you squeak and take another drink.
Andy huffs and sits back. Your gaze meets his as you swallow and pull the crystal rim away from your lip. You lick away the glisten of wine as he watches you. Your glee quickly dissipates as the heat of the alcohol mingles with the blaze of his chagrin. You’re almost annoyed by it.
Why can’t he just be happy? Everyone else is.
🕊️
“Good job,” Amber preens as you slice fresh banana, “whipped cream is ready.”
She lines up the four clear bowls on the counter as she stands beside you. She pulls close the bowl of banana pudding and spoons it into each. You can smell the banana-ey goodness. It makes your wine-coated stomach growl.
“Then some cream,” she dollops some of the whipped cream onto each, “and then,” she slides a bowl your way, “you can add as many slices as you like.”
You arrange five slices on the first bowl; one in the center and four around the edge. She passes the next bowl and you do the same. She adds a spoon to each and spins one in admiration.
“Alright, we’ll get it on the tray,” she declares.
You nod, stifling a yawn. Your eyes are itchy as the large meal weighs down your stomach. You could nap right then and there. The wine’s glimmery effect doesn’t help your state as you feel slightly off kilter after two and a half glasses.
She loads up the rectangle tray with the bowls, then pulls over a round one. She places the full teapot beside the coffee urn, then stacks four cups on it, alongside some spoons, the sugar bowl, and a small jug of dairy.
“You got that,” she gestures to the pudding.
You grab the tray and slide it to the edge of the counter. Your fingers loop through the slots in the side and you lift it, focusing on keeping it all steady. You smile as Amber balances the tray of drinks.
“You feeling okay?” She asks.
“Yes,” you chirp, “I’m excited for the pudding.”
She laughs and shakes her head, “always were easy to please.”
She leads you into the front room. The football game buzzes on as Andy sits with his chin in his hand, elbow on the armrest, and Steve stands by the mantel, playing with the signed baseball. It’s stolidly silent beneath the drone of sport commentators.
“Coffee, tea,” Amber places her tray on the low table, “and my famous banana pudding. Well, she did most of the work.”
She turns and smiles at you. You look around as you falter. You just stare dumbly, unsure of what to do next.
Steve makes you flinch as he approaches, “may I?” He waves a hand towards the tray in your arms. You nod and he takes one with a thanks. “Mmm, smells and looks delicious.”
He backs away, cradling the bowl with one hand as he stirs the spoon around. You turn awkwardly and march over to Andy. You offer the tray and his dull gaze drifts to you. He sits back and lets his arm fall straight over the armrest.
“I’m full,” he says.
You wince and look down. Oh. You just stand there.
“Here,” Amber comes up and touches your elbow, “let me get this.”
You spin, startled, and the bowls slide over the tray. One flips over the edge as Amber catches the tray and the pudding splatters onto the carpet around your feet. You squeak and look down as your sister takes the tray from your grasp. She sets it by the coffee and tea as you step back and gape at the mess.
“Jesus…” Andy sighs as he leans forward to take in the mess.
“Accidents happen,” Amber takes your hand and guides you away from the pudding, “no big loss…” she gets down to scoop up the globs with her bare hand back into the bowl, “you’re not having any and nothing broke.”
You look between them. Andy scowls as Amber is unbothered. She gathers up the sticky mess and stands.
“I’ll go grab some paper towel,” she says.
“That’s gonna be hard to get out,” Andy glowers at the carpet.
“I can get it out,” Amber assures, “don’t let me ruin dessert.”
She strolls out and you hear her clinking in the kitchen. She appears again with the roll of paper towel and a bowl of water. She gets down and starts her tedious work of trying to sop up the remnants.
“You know, it didn’t get too deep,” Amber says as she works.
You watch her and sway, putting a heel back to keep yourself steady. You cover your mouth and swallow a burp. Your sister looks up at your looming figure.
“Have some pudding, bub.”
You murmur, something indiscernible. It’s hard to move as you feel Andy watching you. You know you messed up again. That he’s upset. He won’t eat the pudding and now you’ve gone and made a mess.
You tremble as you feel an ache inside. For an instant, you feel smothered, as if you're being held down.
“It’s good,” Steve encourages as he shows half a banana slice on his spoon, “thanks, girls.”
You try to smile at him but can’t. Instead, you claim a bowl but your excitement is gone. You flop onto the couch, catching your spoon before it can tip over the edge, and rest the bowl in your lap. You’re going to be good and eat your pudding. You can’t get in trouble if you focus on that.
“She’s drunk,” Andy accuses as your spoon clacks loudly on the side of the bowl.
“She’s fine,” Amber insists as she wets the paper towel, “really, she had two glasses, she’ll survive.”
“She doesn’t drink,” he retorts.
“What number is that?” She glances at the green bottle by his elbow, “three? Four? You said it yourself, she’s an adult.”
He snarls, “do you always come into people’s houses and argue with them?”
She tuts and shakes her head. She says nothing though you see her response clenched in her jaw. She continues her work, drying up the patch with a folded square of paper towel before standing. She disappears into the kitchen and returns.
She grabs a bowl and sits between you and Andy. She leans over as you stir your pudding but don’t taste it. You’re embarrassed and your appetite is gone.
“Come on, bub, it’s your favourite,” she coaxes.
You sniffle, only then feeling the prick in your eyes. Andy’s right, you’re drunk. You don’t feel good. You’re dizzy and tired and you just want to hide.
“I’m sorry…” you babble.
“Aw, bub, it’s okay. You can always save it for later,” she assures you, “do you need some water?”
“I told you, you gave her too much wine–”
“Andrew,” Amber snaps as she whips her head around, “she’s fine. We’re fine. I got it.”
“Don’t talk to me like that. In my home,” Andy girds.
“Everyone, chill out,” Steve puts his empty bowl on the tray, “you’re both stressing her out. That’s all. She’s fine,” he nears the couch, “how about we get some fresh air, huh?”
Amber looks up at Steve, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to–”
“No, don’t be,” he assures as he gently takes the bowl from your hands, “it’s part of therapy. One of her exercises. She gets overstimulated.”
“Oh?” Amber looks at you and back to the doctor, “yeah, she… does.”
“I suggest the both of you take a few breaths as well,” he chuckles as he helps you stand, “we’ll be a couple minutes.” He touches your arm as you get to your feet, barely feeling your own body move, “hey, how about we get your coat on and go outside?”
Your eyes flick up and you nod blankly. You don’t really understand what he’s saying, you just know he wants to get you away from this. You wish they could just get along. You wish you didn’t cause all this trouble.
“I’m sorry, bub,” Amber says.
“You two,” Steve points at your sister then Andy, “talk this out.”
Silence, sweltering and suffocating pervades the room as the doctor leads you out. Only the television continues to blare as he stops you in the entryway and pulls a coat onto your shoulders. He gets down to lead your feet into your boots and then puts on his own.
He opens the front door and shuffles you outside. The autumnal air sweeps around you and you pull the coat snug against the shiver that rolls through you. You look down as a swell of woodsy scent tickles your nostrils. It’s his coat. It’s loose on you but warm.
You look up at Steve as he stands, unaffected in the thick wool of his sweater. He puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes, “tough day.”
“I… I am drunk,” you admit.
“That’s fine,” his hand trails down your arm, “you’re allowed to indulge, sweetheart. And a day like this, who wouldn’t?”
“He’s mad,” you say.
“Let him be.”
“But…”
“The both of them are too stubborn for their own good. They both love you but they can’t see past that. They shouldn’t be fighting for your love, they need to share it,” he runs his hand back up as you teethe your lip. He touches your cheek, the warmth of his fingertips making you shudder, “but I can’t blame them. You’re a special girl, who wouldn’t want all of you?”
You bat your lashes up at him. Huh? You don’t know what he means, but it feels good. Everything he says is just so wonderful.
He smiles at you, his fingertips dancing along your jaw. You gaze up at him, hypnotized by his deep blue eyes. In that moment, you feel drawn to him, magnetized by his touch. He steps closer and you quiver again. His eyes fall to your legs as you rub them together, the cold wind gusting up your short skirt.
“Oh, you must be freezing,” he drops his hand back to your shoulders, “you’d be much cozier in one of your cute little sweaters huh?”
You nod, dumbly. You can’t speak. You can only think about the weight of his large hand on his shoulder. You think about the vibrator in your drawer…
“Here, you need this,” he surprises you as he pulls you close, embracing you against the chill, “it’s amazing what a good hug can do.”
You stand stiff and stunned. His scent rises from his sweater and from the coat around your shoulders. You’re consumed by it and the heat rippling off of him. You let yourself sink into him, bending your arms slowly to hug him back. Something you’ve never really done with anyone but Amber.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he coos as he rocks you, “you’re doing really good. Don’t let them ruin all your hard work.” He pets your head and nuzzles your hair, “you’re a very good girl,” he purrs, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Dr. Kemp,” you press your cheek against his chest and close your eyes, a smile dimpling into your cheeks.
“Alright, so you keep being good for me, sweetheart,” he strokes down the back of your neck, “when we go back in, you’re going to be strong, right?”
“Yes, doctor,” you murmur.
“Good girl,” he praises again, gently releasing you and leaving you even colder than before, “I know you care about both of them but remember, you can tell them no.” He drags his hand around you frame your face, “I think they need to hear it.” He drops his hand, turning his palm up as he turns halfway back to the door, “ready?”
You reach for his hand and squeeze it, facing the suburban facade, “I’m strong,” you repeat, “I’m gonna be good.”
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#steve kemp#defending jacob#fresh#au#library au#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#don't speak#series
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The Master of Fulfillment
Character: Jason Todd (Wayne) x male reader, Dick Grayson (Wayne) x male reader
Universe: Somewhere in DC
Warnings: Smut, degrading, slurs, cuckolding, Master/Slave, choking
Read it with the thought that Dick and Jason aren't adopted brothers but blood brothers, which makes it all the more intense.
It was an odd sight. Jason and I come to this cafe almost every day as his work takes up most of his time, and it's right across the street from his workplace. My work is easy and gives me a lot of time. It mostly means that I'm constantly alone without my loving boyfriend. At this point, I can't even recall seeing him naked for more than five minutes or him bending me over for more than a moment.
The saddest part? I wasn't even mad about it. Because a quicky with him is really... quick. Not only is it dissatisfying, but it also makes me feel a kind of angry resentment. Since the first few months of our relationship, he hasn't taken the time to make me cum just by fucking me like he used to. He promised it would be a short thing, but three years have passed, and nothing has changed.
We've been drifting apart for a while because he just doesn't seem to care anymore. Sometimes I think he's aware of it, but then again, he doesn't change it. That's probably what annoys me the most. For a few months now, I don't even give him a quickie without rolling my eyes in annoyance. He stopped asking about it, which obviously made him unhappy as well. Yet, still no change.
I lost my sex drive a long time ago. Or I thought so. Because the strange sight, which is completely different from any other visit we have made here, makes me feel things I haven't experienced in a long time. A tight-fitting shirt, bulging arms big enough to crush my head if they want to. An obviously well-trained chest and an eight-pack under the cloth. But the most important thing besides his perfectly square face and impeccable haircut? His damn tight pants. With a nice firm butt. But the most cloth hugs, his massive bulge. It looks at least twice as big as Jason's. I could immediately feel jealousy rising in me for the person lucky enough to be the partner of this god.
I can feel my own pants tightening. I had to take my eyes off this man made of pure sex.
Logically it shouldn't be a strange sight to see a cop, not even a handsome one, at a coffee shop, but he was strangely alone. Usually, they are never alone buying coffee or something to eat for all their colleagues.
I've tried to ignore his existence, but every now and then, my eyes would wander to him, his well-built body, and whenever he shifted his stance, I would stare straight at his massive bulge. He's been there a lot longer than he should have been. But who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Just as I was thinking about it and staring at the back of his head, he suddenly turned around with a scowl plastered over his face, but as soon as our eyes met, his face strangely relaxed. But soon, his eyes wandered up and down my seated body. I could only feel like a piece of meat under his gaze. A grin appeared out of nowhere on his devilishly handsome face, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth and, in particular, two sharp upper teeth.
A bright red blush appeared on my face, so apparent that even Jason couldn't miss it. "Are you all right, babe? Are you sick?” he asked worriedly. He even went so far as to stand up, leaning slightly toward me, and to put his rough, warm hand on my forehead to take my temperature.
His loving touch made me sick. "Maybe you should go and splash some cold water in your face? It might help,” he told me softly but firmly. There's something strange in his eyes, but I can't quite put my finger on what. Somehow I feel compelled to do as he told me. But before I could leave - shortly after I got up - he pulled me in a quick, smooth movement, very close to him. He definitely could feel my hard cock on him. But he ignored it. Instead, he kissed me deeply. He even went so far as to stick his tongue in. His love is on full display.
For a second, he felt like old Jason, the high school football captain I fell in love with, so rough and domineering. But as soon as we parted, he shyly looked away. My stomach turns with disgust.
Without saying another word, I walk away from him without looking at him again. But the cop - I daydreamed so much - got a look from me. Why? I have no idea. Surprisingly, he already looks at me with hunger in his dark blue eyes and lets them run over my body again before I finally disappear into the bathroom.
I lean against the closed door, breathing heavily. Why does this man make my heart beat so fast? Why was my body sweating so much? And why can't I answer any of these questions?
For a moment, I was so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot this was an open toilet. Quickly, before someone tries to open it and maybe knocks me over, I move away from the door.
I'll go over to the sink, open the water, and splash it in my face as Jason told me to. But why am I doing what he told me? Maybe it was the tone of his voice… so demanding it felt like old Jason.
I shook my head, knowing better. He's gone soft. Too soft.
I remember Jason standing over me in the locker room after one of his team members fucked me for the first time. Jason was so jealous. He was so deliciously rough. He treated me brutally. He didn't care if I got bruises from his treatment. Once, he even gave me a black eye. I vividly remember cumming hard that night: no one else could make me cum like this.
A strange feeling on my face snapped me out of my head the second time. Glancing slightly up in the mirror, I discover a single frustrated tear. But at that moment, I realized something: I still love this soft idiot.
I need to talk to him to find out what's changed! Just as I turned around, the door to the restrooms suddenly opened, startling me a little. For a second, I think it might be Jason to fulfill a long-forgotten sexual fantasy of his. But when I could see the blue of a police officer's uniform, a certain sadness came over me. However, this feeling only lasted a second before a strange excitement came over me.
Confused as to what to do, I rush to the urinals. I quickly pull my pants open and get my cock out. Nervously I tried to pee, but nothing came out. Even though I could feel my bladder filling up out of nowhere, I couldn't let a drop out.
The intimidating footsteps of the cop only make it worse. I hope he would walk down as far as possible. Best at the other end of the room. I decided to keep my eyes closed and pray; until I could no longer hear his footsteps. Despite all this, he came to stand right next to me.
Suddenly my heart started beating faster again. Frightened, I open my eyes only to glance sideways and see the intimidating statue of this muscular mountain of a man. But his eyes were forward and closed just like mine a second ago.
He deftly undid his fly without looking and fished something out, seeming to have some difficulty with it, commenting with annoyed little noises. The depth of his voice shocked me to my core. I look up for just a moment at his sharp, masculine features. But even from the bottom corner of my eye, I could see beige skin sticking out of the front of his pants.
And when my eyes noticed whatever it was, my mouth went dry. "Fuck!" I exclaimed loudly. Involuntarily I would like to add! It was just a reaction.
Even after I could hear a deep laugh, I couldn't take my eyes off this huge hunk of meat. His cock is thicker than my wrist and even limp as long as Jason's hard cock. Jason isn't small by any measurement, but this cop's cock is on another level.
But nothing could intimidate me like the sudden powerful jet of water that this man let out, completely occluding my bladder. It's so aggressive that I know he's doing it to intimidate me even further. And it's an eternity before he finally shakes off with a deep, low, satisfied groan.
He pulls back his foreskin and waves it to get the last drops out. But even then, he didn't pack it up again. Instead, he stroked it lazily. It scared me. Not because it wasn't damn hot to see this man do something like that, but because he might notice me staring at him.
A quick glance upwards is enough to see that he is looking down at me. The hunger in his eyes is darker now. "So you're a fag?" he asks with a malicious grin. He seems to know exactly what he's doing. Because for some reason, I could feel some kind of lust tightening in my stomach or wherever.
He boldly steps back from the urinal and holds his semi-hard cock in his massive hand, which would take him at least two more to completely enclose his cock. My eyes widened at the realization that this man wants me, not only wants me but might even want to destroy me, considering his... question.
“I-I-“
"Don't be shy," he mused. He comes closer with his feet straight and pushes me further back. "Touch it," he commanded me. Although his voice sounded sweet, I could feel the pressure of authority pressing on me.
Before I know it, I hold out my shaking hand. Soon I'm touching the fat cock head and feeling a wetness on it. The urge to try it rose in me. But I couldn't! I have a boyfriend! That thought, thankfully, brings me back to my senses. I quickly try to withdraw my hand. But before I can do that, something inside me stops my movements for some reason. I look up anxiously and look the officer straight in the eyes. He angrily stares down at me.
"I see you want more, don't you? Greedy little fagot!” His dark, murderous eyes are now paired with an equally sinister laugh that startles me so much I stumble backward. I almost fall to my knees from sheer weakness. "Get on your knees!" he suddenly orders me.
“Wha-“
"I'm not repeating myself!" he growled right in my face.
"I-I can't! I ha-have a boy-boyfriend!” My teeth are chattering from fear.
All he does is mock me. "You mean that guy out there? The one you flinched from when he touched you? Can't he satisfy a whore like you? Is he that pathetic?”
A sudden surge of caution washes over me. Finally free of this moment, I pull my hand away, even though I mentally curse myself for it. "It's not like-"
"You already cheated on him just because I took out my obviously bigger cock. It's only a matter of time how long it will be before you're begging to take it up your little bitch hole!"
He grins down at me so arrogantly that I immediately believe he is the case and then some. I don't seem to be his first victim of lust. That much is clear. But if you look like him, are built like him, and have a cock like him? Who can blame him for using it to his advantage? I would do the same if I were in his place.
A thick, awkward silence falls over us for a long moment. He just stares, seemingly trying to understand me. But then his face suddenly twists into pure disappointment. Tightened, he clicked his tongue dismissively. Right before me, he tucks his monster cock back into his pants and pulls up his fly. He gives me one last dissatisfied look before turning around.
Suddenly a pang of disappointment comes over me. But why? Is it because a man like him wants me? Do I want to please him? Do I want to please him more than being faithful to my loving boyfriend?
Everything goes so fast, and all these thoughts shoot through my head within seconds of him turning around. He only took two heavy steps, and it is impossible not to miss him. Even his footsteps showed a tremendous amount of authority. They are so powerful that I wish he would step on me.
At that moment, my mouth opens: "Stop!" I call after him, out of breath. For a moment, I did not realize that I'd said anything.
Before I know it, my back hits a wall so hard it takes my breath away. It was hard to focus again. But when I finally managed to come back, a broken moan escaped my lips. A massive hand gripped my throat and cut off my windpipe. But I don't care. After all, it's this man. His eyes were even darker than before.
His mouth opens, and he even says something, but the only thing I can focus on is his hand which I wish would beat me red and blue. I've never seen so many veins in a hand or forearm as he does.
From one moment to the next, my ears start ringing as my head flies to the side. For a second, I feel like a star hit me - literally.
"Are you back, bitch?" he asks smugly. He seems to know that everything about him makes me lose focus.
As pathetic as I am right now, I try to talk, but all that comes out is a choked sound. At that moment, I realize that his hand is still around my neck. So I nod submissively.
"Good," he says, still as smug as before, "because now you're going to listen to me carefully, understood?" Again I nod. "We don't have time for all the fun, so I'm going to turn you around, get you ready for a moment, and then fuck you stupid, got it?"
Unable to do anything else, knowing I'll do anything to feel his hand on me and not wanting to disappoint him again, I nod. Still grinning, he takes his hand from my throat. Instead, he cups my chin between his thumb and index finger. Carefully, gently he slaps my face.
"Good boy," he whispers huskily in my ear.
Never in my life has my cock become as hard as it is at this moment. I squirm under his intense gaze. His callous hands trail down to my chest. So out of fear, I close my eyes, enjoying his full attention, only to be carelessly grabbed and thrown around. I soon find my face crushed against the disgusting white tiles of the bathroom.
He presses close to my back. I can feel his hardening cock poking against it. This man is just too big... in all regards. But he doesn't let that bother him. Instead, he uses the big body size difference to masturbate with my lower back.
His head is so close and yet, so far away that he has to bend down to let his breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck and the fine hairs on my ears. For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. His lips are this close to my skin. "Are you clean?" he asks suddenly.
Confused by this question, I try to turn my head to look askance at him. Before I can do that, though, he pushes my head back to where he wants it. I fearfully gasp for air. "Yes," I answer him. Hoping he means if I'm healthy.
An intrusive feeling snaps me out of my thoughts as I feel a long finger poking through the crack in my ass. My eyes shoot down in shock. My pants are on the floor, around my ankles. How did he do that? I neither felt nor heard anything. I didn't even feel the cold breeze around my bare legs like I do now!
"And your hole, bitch?" His breathing gets ragged, hopefully with excitement, as mine does.
It feels so personal, too much, if I'm being honest. On the other hand, I'm standing in front of him half-naked, ready to take anything he wants to give me, just like the slut he thinks I am. And I can't even blame him for that. Then that's precisely how I'm behaving in this moment.
"I-I never ga-gave up my special diet," I choke out as his finger circles my tight hole. I realize how much I need a real man to touch me there and use my hole like it's his.
"Hmm..." he hummed contentedly. "What a good boy you are," he muses again, the smug grin evident in his voice.
As he calls me that again, my resolve shatters. My knees give out. Before I can move too much, though, his hands are on my waist. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, "you're not the first whore to go weak in the knees. Although it usually doesn't happen until they find out how long my tongue is."
I'm gasping for air, confused as to what he could mean. But suddenly, his head is gone. Even more confused, I gather all my strength and press my hands against the wall to get my head off it. I can barely move my head, but my eyes immediately take in what is happening. This god of a man crouches behind me, his head level with my butt.
"Nice ass, I'll give you that," he says absently. With his hands, he kneads my perfectly round ass cheeks. A slap ripped a big moan out of my throat. "A perfect jiggle." At this point, he's just mumbling. He smacks my ass a few more times, though.
Until his voice suddenly gets even lower, with which he says a single word after a particularly hard slap on my ass: "Fuck".
Both together lead me to the most humiliating experience that I have ever happened to me in my entire life. With no warning or ability to stop it, I groan loudly.
It would certainly have been less humiliating if it hadn't snapped the cop out of his horny trance.
"Are you really that needy, bitch? Well, then maybe we should start?”
Of course, that's not a question because only a second later, I feel his wet tongue on my hole. It's not hard for the tip to break through, considering his fingers have already made me pretty loose.
But he quickly pulls out the tip of his tongue just to lick my hole up and down, teasing it with the tip only to give it a big lick again. Honestly, he has driven me crazy within seconds. With my arms flat against the wall and my head banging against it, I let him do as he pleases.
He pays more attention to my needs than Jason has in years. For years he just fucks me until he's done and then leaves. But this cop? A man I've never met before - I might add - really knows what he's doing, like a pro.
I should soon find out what he meant by the comment about his long tongue because everything in his regard seems to be... extraordinary. I even believe that his tongue alone could get into my stomach. Of course, it can't. But he reaches in extremely far and covers my insides with his spit. He even goes as far as to spit deep inside me once or twice. Preparing me to take his monster cock without lube.
The once cool tiles no longer comfort me. The officer's hot, wet tongue gives me pleasure like no one has before. Not even Bryan, who before the officer was the best fucker I've ever had. And the officer still has to give me what I really want. What I desire, since I have noticed him.
But apparently, he won't give it to me without a fight. Because all he does is please me with his powerful tongue.
Soon, however, even the thoughts that, not so long ago, fill me with fear and disappointment in myself for giving myself to another man and the desire to please him.
All I can do now is fixate on the tongue deep in my greedy hole. The bumps on his tongue massaged my sensitive insides. But what really gets me going is the flexibility of his tongue. Suddenly, he rolls his tongue and uses it like an icebreaker to penetrate me even deeper.
For a second, my mind is blank. When I come to, I'm lying flat against the wall, a hand behind my back holding me tighter against it while an arm around my knees keeps me upright. I can feel the arrogant smirk on my butt, but at this point, I know he's right. I might not like it, but he's a sex god who can turn even something as simple as a rim job into a feast of pleasure.
The tingling sensation of his tongue going deep into areas previously reserved for cocks is just too nice. His tongue is obscene, as are the moans he can filter out of me. I'm already on cloud nine… no, wait, cloud eleven. He gets me high just through my lust.
My brain is so slow I don't feel his tongue leave my hole and gape like a fish out of water. It even takes a moment before he realizes he's spitting in, only to have his long fingers push it in deeper. And it takes even longer before I realize he's talking to me.
I slowly take in his words and somehow find the strength to turn my head slightly. I look at him with blurred eyes, the area around his lips shows a slight reddishness, but it's almost imperceptible.
"I don't think I can do it," I murmur almost silently.
"But a really good boy would do that for his man."
“You aren-“
"Do I have to punish you?" His voice suddenly drops again, and his eyes, which gleam with lust, are filled with anger and disappointment.
With new tears forming in my eyes, I shake my head. It puts back a smug smile on his full lips. "Good," he says before he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch.
Why he wants me to undo his fly again is beyond me, and with my shaking hand, it's no easy task anyway. It takes a while before I can even get my hands on it and even longer before I can open it. But the man doesn't care. He's patiently waiting for me to obey his commands like I'm his whore.
He still helps my hand reach into his pants and leans forward again before I can pull him out. So I can only jerk him off a little over his underwear. "I've never seen a fag like you, who is more like a whore than a regular fag and is falling apart so damn easily. You haven't even tasted my...dick." The last word lingered for a while, seductively.
One moment he's praising me, and the next, he's demeaning me, but unfortunately, both kind of turn me on. I've never bothered with either of them before have only done them to my partners, but now with him? With this man? I want to hear it from him, over and over again, both. Maybe it's his soothing, authoritative voice or his body and what he represents.
“I-I-“
"Try not to think too much," he says, still smugly. "I'm going to fuck you now whether you like it... or not. You asked me to do it, so I'll do it, and if I like your sweet little hole, I might make it mine."
A thousand things go through my mind, but mostly Jason, my faithful, loving boyfriend, who's still at the cafe...alone...waiting for me, and I'm here, with another man, no. .. a real man, someone who can give me what I need. "I can-"
Just as I begin to speak, a sudden pressure is applied to my not yet opened wide enough hole. The pain races through my body, but my mind is too busy to react immediately. On the other hand, the man behind me is more than ready. Before I know it, a hand blocks my mouth, and another arm pulls both of my hands behind my back and holds them there, just to be safe, I suppose.
"Now be a good little boy and scream!"
Without a second thought, the officer rammed into me. It overwhelms me. It feels like he's splitting me in half. While at the same time not giving me much time to understand what he's doing. Then, just a moment after ramming as much as he could into me, he pulled back completely. Every sound I want to make gets stuck in my throat. I just couldn't get it out.
I can feel an intense gaze on the back of my head. With his head far away from mine, his deep voice suddenly roared, "I told you to yell for me, you stupid fag!" After saying this, the officer, annoyed at my uncooperative, aims and rams his massive dick back into my hole.
Finally, muffled screams echo through the room, and tears run down the officer's rough, large hand. Almost as soon as those painful screams come from me, I hear a loud moan of satisfaction behind me.
"You're a lot tighter than I thought...Your boyfriend is even more pathetic than I thought...Shit, so fucking tight!"
Even though he's using me like a fucking toy and doesn't seem to care how much pain he's causing me, I admit it's exactly what I need. I might not be able to walk for a few days and perhaps even bleed because the cop suddenly opens my tight hole so wide. But I already know I'll be needing something like this more often. I would prefer it if he never pulled his cock out again.
I'm so far gone after he pushes himself back inside me that my screams soon become bubbling noises.
Almost as if he's waiting for something like this to happen, he removes his hand from my mouth without breaking his rhythmic movements. "Did you try to say something?" he asks smugly. His breathing is even as if this is something normal to him. Remembering his massive, muscular physique and thinking that he's not just a gym rat but an athlete through and through gives me my answer to my unasked question. Somehow it made this situation even more erotic.
"Roem, a ened erom," I tell him. Everything is right in my head, and I tell him I need more. But when I hear my own words, I am deeply embarrassed.
He chuckles darkly, knowing as well as I do that he's already broken me after just a few moments of him fucking me. Suddenly, a strange, unfamiliar glow appears in his eyes. Just as it appears, he forcibly turns my head and pulls it back, arching my back. As he smiles down at me, terror courses through my veins. Whatever's going on in his head, it can't be good.
Suddenly something wet hits my face. Barely able to open one of my eyes, I see that his smile has grown, and a string of spit is hanging out of his mouth. Shocked and disgusted, all I could do was gape at him.
But he seems to take this as an invitation, so he quickly slaps his hand on my cheek and massages his spit into my skin, two fingers even wiping a bit into my mouth.
Unable to comprehend what is happening, I close my mouth around his fingers and lick them like an obedient whore.
“Fuck!“
His hand on my face suddenly pushes my head down while his other arm pulls me back. Thinking he wants to bend me over and press me against the wall, I move as much as possible to help him with my aching body.
But to my utmost shock, he goes even further. Instead of against the wall, he presses my head close to the bottom of the toilet, into which he has just urinated without flushing. I can smell the strong smell. He almost pushed me in. But I can barely get my hands on the toilet to prevent that.
I choke on the disgusting stench and almost throw up. The officer keeps me there even after hearing about it. "You'd do anything to get that cock back, wouldn't you?" he asks menacingly.
Even without hearing anything else, I'm split: on the one hand, I would do anything to feel him again. On the other hand, I have my own pride. And I don't like that shit.
So I gather all my strength to draw a line. I cling to the toilet with an effort, undeterred by his powerful attempts to push me back down.
It takes a while, but once I move away from that smell, I grab onto the top of the toilet and turn my head. "Fuck you!" I tell him in a moment of clarity.
"Feisty." He's not even confused by my sudden action, which confuses me more than anything else. "I like it. A tight fucking hole, handsome, and not easy to bend." After that, there's a long pause, but I can see he's about to say something else. "Then come here and see how much punishment you can endure!"
It's the only form of warning before he pulls me flat against his massive chest, lifts me in the air, grabs me in odd places, and twists me with his monster cock inside me. When I finally get a close look at him, he's pinning us against the wall, with both of my legs resting on his left shoulder because of my pants binding them together and staring down into my eyes.
Not long after, I realize that his warning is no idle threat. He starts pounding me like a beast without breaking eye contact. Even though he's the most handsome man I've ever seen, I didn't feel like kissing him like Jason... Jason does. Shit, I'm cheating on my loving boyfriend.
When the man sees something is wrong, he pushes me harder against the wall. "Don't think about that loser. I'm fucking you, not him! Remember this!"
With that, he goes all in and even starts to sweat a bit. But that doesn't last long as all the pressure of the moment finally takes hold of me. My sensitive cock starts moving, and the officer has to hit me only one more time to make me cum again. This time, however, I scream Jason's name loudly.
But deep anger comes over him when he hears Jason's name slip from my lips. He starts to brutally fuck my hole, which makes my head go blank.
When I come to, the officer slumps on top of me, my hole drenched with his cum.
"You c-came inside me?" I ask him, my fear evident in my voice.
"Of course," he says smugly, "your hole is mine now!"
As if to make his point even clearer, he quickly pulls himself out of my sore hole, sets me down on the floor, and kicks me in the back of my knees, causing me to fall on top of her. I look up at him in confusion in my delirium. Before I could ask what he's doing, he opened my mouth slightly with his thumb. Still confused, I just let him do what he wants. But as the saying goes, if you give some people a hand, they take your entire arm.
Before I know it, he's cramming his first five or six inches down my throat, not without my teeth scraping his skin because of the surprise.
Thankfully, when I look up at him in shock, he doesn't look unhappy. More smug than anything. "Yeaaaah...uhh...oh damn! This hole is mine too!” he says firmly, not caring if I want it... or not. He simply decides for me.
At this point, I don't want to mention Jason anymore or think of him for fear of being punished again.
"Clean that damn cock up, fagot!" He grins down at me. It makes me weak enough to see past what he just did. So push him back slightly to get a little control. With both hands, I lightly jerk his semi-hard cock, sucking his cock head clean and licking the rest of his monster clean as well.
When I look up again after cleaning him fully and dropping his cock, I see a happy glow in his eyes.
“Put it back in!“
Without further inquiry, I did as I was told, taking his now limp cock - still massive - and shoving it back into his pants, pulling his underwear over them, and pulling his fly back up. I place my hands on his large thighs for a second longer to catch my breath.
As I breathe, one of his large hands caresses me almost lovingly. His smugness is now completely gone. "Don't cry. Isn't it as bad as you might think," he told me cryptically. "Open your mouth."
This time I'm more reserved and only stare at him. He quickly realizes I won't do what he told me to do. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my hair. For a second, it hurt so bad that I opened my mouth involuntarily. He quickly stuck two fingers in and put something in my mouth.
I try to bite him, but he pulls his fingers out fast enough. As I glare at him, his smug smile is back. "Don't worry," he waved dismissively, "It's just a peppermint." Still, after telling me that, he gets dangerously close to me again. His smug grin turns predatory again. "You don't want your useless little friend smelling a real man on your breath, do you?"
His words hit all the right spots. He knows my guilt and bathes in it like a psychopath.
I push myself away from him, and instead, I crash into the tiled wall, not hard enough to hurt myself, but my dignity was injured nonetheless.
"Next time, I don't want to feel teeth on my cock, got it... bitch?"
He doesn't wait for an answer before going to the sink, washing his hands, and exiting the toilet without a backward glance.
He left me here...alone, with my face in my hands. Finally, the realization of what I've done comes into its own. How could I do that? Jason loves me, and I-I love him too. This will destroy him!
Though sadness overwhelms me, I somehow stand up. To do this, though, I put my hands on the side of the urinal to use as leverage, as my legs were more jelly than anything. Standing isn't any better, my whole back hurts like hell, and my ass is on fire. Somehow, however, I manage to get back to the sink.
When I see my reflection in the mirror, I'm not shocked to see myself completely disheveled. After all, my whole body just got destroyed by this arrogant fucking cop so annoyingly smug... I want to... fucking punch him in the face!
As my anger mounts, I realize it's my fault. A desperate sigh escapes my lips. I activated the water, splashed more water on my face, and cleaned up as best I could in a cafe toilet.
I could remove almost all the accumulated visible sweat and even save my hair to a certain extent. Only the redness on my face and slightly swollen eyes still told me something had happened.
I wait another minute, just hoping I don't seem too suspicious. When I'm happy enough with how I look, I walk to the toilet door and open it with a trembling hand to confront the man I love and just betrayed.
Extra:
Jason is happily sitting at our table while doing something on his phone. When I walk towards him or limp, he thankfully doesn't sense my presence until I've reached him and already sat down again.
"Are you all right again?"
Why is he ignoring my obviously different appearance? I look all messed up, and he doesn't react at all! Somehow it makes me angry. Is he even looking at me?
Suddenly he focuses on one point. As my gaze wanders to this point, terror fills my veins; A fucking semen stain, already crusted. But Jason just pulls out a tissue, looks around, and pulls my shirt up slightly to carefully clean my stomach. I can only sit there in horror.
“I-I can ex-explain I-„
Jason gives me a bright smile and just shakes his head. Which immediately silences me.
I can only wait until he's ready to talk and embarrassedly enjoy the attention he's giving me. I haven't felt this good in years! Even if the overshadowing feelings of guilt are getting stronger.
Even after he let my shirt drop, he's still smiling.
“I really need to tell-“
"Jason!" a sudden voice calls out to my boyfriend. One that I know only too well because a few minutes ago, the voice humiliated me and, at the same time, made me feel like a worthy sexual partner.
As I feel the blood drain from my face, I can only watch in horror as the same cop comes to our table, ruffles Jason's hair like he's done it a million times, and sits beside me, putting his arm too close for comfort.
He grins at me, making it painfully clear that something has happened between us.
"How do you know each other?"
With his still smug smirk, the cop switched between Jason and me before focusing on my boyfriend. "He's my little brother. I still can't believe he never told you about me. After all, we hang out together all the time!”
As soon as the words that his dirty mouth uttered registered in my brain, I almost fainted.
“Bro-Brother?“ I ask both men for clarification.
“Yeah,“ Jason admitted in a lowered voice.
Again the cop looks back and forth between Jason and me and can obviously sense the awkward atmosphere around us increasing as best I can feel it.
"Well, nice to finally meet the 'perfect guy' as Jason always flaunts you to me. But I have to go,” he tells us loudly, only for him to lean against me. "Remember, I like you tight," he whispers in my ear while his hand presses softly against my throat again.
But the moment breaks just as quickly as it has come. Jason's brother gets up and walks away, leaving me speechless.
"We can talk about this in the car," Jason says suddenly.
Tears well up in my eyes in a whirlwind of emotions. I don't want to let them fall in public, so I plainly nod. Oddly enough, Jason takes my hand and lovingly draws circles on the back.
But I'm far gone in my head. I now fully realize the gravity of what I've done. Maybe he could have forgiven me for cheating on him if it was some random guy, but his brother?
With a heavy stomach - that almost makes me throw up at our favorite coffee shop - Jason leads me straight to his car. He carefully helps me into the passenger seat and brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. Out of nowhere, he plants a nice, long kiss on my forehead.
I know, Jason! He's not so stupid that he didn't recognize the situation. So why is he still so loving?
It doesn't look like I'll be getting an answer to my silent question any time soon. Because as he gets into the car, he starts it and drives off. I have never experienced such silence, heavy and suffocating.
“I met Bryan again over two years ago.“
When he suddenly starts speaking, I jump a little. Maybe even a high-pitched squeak came out of my throat.
Jason doesn't even give me a sideways glance. He just starts talking again. "By that point, I could already sense that you were no longer sexually happy with me. I asked him if we could have a beer in the evening, and when we met, I asked him how he could keep you happy for so long. He was uncomfortable talking about it because he is actually married now after getting his girlfriend pregnant. But I got it out of him, and...let's just say it wasn't what I wanted to hear."
If someone had told me that my first ex could tear my whole world apart, even if we parted on good terms or as I thought it was on good terms, I wouldn't have believed it. But here I am, fighting against the only guy stupid enough to tell anyone's boyfriend stuff like that.
I gently place my hand on Jason's leg and try to get him to look at me so I can explain, but he doesn't react.
"I always thought I could be the guy you want and need. Maybe I'm the guy you want but not the guy you need. I felt insecure before speaking to Bryan because our sex life had already dwindled, but from what he told me, I felt... inadequate. And how could I not? His cock is huge... he showed me a picture. But the worst? That he could be something I can never be. A master."
My cheeks burn with embarrassment. Jason and I, of course, talked about our preferences. But I never mentioned my greatest. Yes, in the beginning, Jason was a dominant male, but around the same time, I realized it was just a facade. But I was willing to do anything to be happy with him.
“But Jason, I love you and what I did is not-“
"For once in your life, can you shut up?" He yells, gazing into my eyes angrily. I wanted to say something, and he could see that. "I set you up!"
“W-What?“
"I set you up with my brother," he finally admits. "He stopped by two weeks ago when you weren't there. I've been thinking about breaking up with you to give you a chance to find someone you need. All my ex-boyfriends have cheated on me with my brother at some point. He always told me beforehand. But this time? After he reminded me of the love you and I share? I-I asked him to be the one to give you what you need.”
"I don't understand." I'm breathless. I couldn't breathe! What's wrong with me?"
Jason doesn't seem to be doing any better, however. "I asked him to wear the most tight-fitting uniform he has, knowing he would draw your attention. Afterward, he told me that if we both had healthy sex lives, you would never have considered his advances. But he could tell you were starving for brutal sex.”
It must be difficult for him to admit his deepest worries. Because now I'm just someone who chose his brother over him.
“He's actually in to make this into something regular. And I have already agreed.”
"W-What? Don't I have a say in that too?” I ask him perplexed.
"I'm your boyfriend! That is never going to change! But I can't dominate you as much as you need to. It's the other way around... actually. I want you..."
His last words hang in the air like a lifeline. Yet I cannot really comprehend what he is revealing. A plot to cheat on him, but not to cheat him, but what for? Strengthen our relationship? Or getting me also into a relationship with his brother?
“What does all of this mean, Jason?“
He took a deep breath and took my hand into his again. He looks straight into my confused eyes. "My brother will be your only lover. And I want you to be dominant in bed with me."
I'm stunned, and it will probably take me a moment to really understand what he's saying. This is why we continue driving in silence until we arrive in the underground car park of our apartment building and come to a stop. Where everything suddenly hits me like a rock.
“Jason?“
“Yes, my love?“
“Are you a cuckold?“
It seems I hit the hammer on the head because his frozen reaction, unable to meet my gaze, speaks volumes.
"So you want to watch me get utterly destroyed by your own brother?" The question hangs heavily in the air.
“I-I don’t-I-“
"It sounds really... hot. I can imagine him fucking me silly while you stare at me with jealousy, and my face is contorted with ecstasy... I can imagine us doing that.”
I must have shocked Jason to the core because he fell silent. But he still holds my hand tightly in his. However, that didn't stand with me. I aggressively pull my hand out, stunning him even more.
Without saying a word, I get out of the car, walk around it and yank open his car door. He looks at me so perplexed that I want to cuddle with him and apologize.
“Get out!“ I order him.
He looks at me with wide eyes, a kind of pleasure in them, still trying to understand what I'm doing.
"Eyes down and follow me. You don't touch or look at me, understand?” Jason nods submissively. Grinning, I cup his face in my hands and give him a small kiss on his lips. Only to slap him in the face the next second with a cold expression on his face. He shudders under my gaze and quickly lowers his eyes.
I have a sinking feeling that this agreement will not go as planned. But for now, I'll try to make Jason happy.
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Thank you, my friends, for keeping me in your thoughts while I took a two week hiatus from posting. I did still enjoy reading your own work! I'm back from vacation now, and have some things to share (and fewer WIPs for the moment, since Raising Dragons and Tickle the Dragon's Tail and Threads of Fate are posted) (We'll see how long that lasts).
Thank you to all of you who've tagged me while I was gone: @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @j-nipper-95@prettygoododds, @fatalfangirl, @larkral, @whatevertheweather, @blackberrysummerblog, @nausikaaa, @annabellelux, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @shrekgogurt, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @nightimedreamersghost, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @confused-bi-queer, @palimpsessed, @theearlgreymage, and @iamamythologicalcreature! Tag Backsies for today or Wednesday!
Here we go!
From my nameless Age of Sail Au:
Baz
I’ve never been so scared in my life.
Each time the ship falls forward into the trough of an enormous wave, I’m certain that this is the end, that the ship will roll and capsize, dragging us under to drown. I can only breathe again once we start to rise up the crest of the next wave.
I think Simon is as frightened as I am, but he’s hiding it well. Still, I feel his arm tense up against mine each time the ship pitches and rolls, and I hear his faint gasp of relief each time we survive again.
It feels like the ship is tossed about the vast ocean like a toy for hours, but there’s really no way of knowing how long it’s been when an immense jolt shudders through the frame of the ship.
From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:
“You’re not going to die tomorrow!” my voice is fierce, and Baz startles at my volume. “You’re not,” I repeat, lowering my voice. I step into him, pressing my naked flesh to his. His breath catches in his chest at the feel of me against him. I can see his face now, and my chest hurts at the doubt and sorrow I read there.
“You can’t promise that,” he says, shaking his head.
From my 2021 COTTA (wince): Westward Son:
We want to make up the time we lost by stopping early yesterday, so everyone is skipping a morning meal around the campfire. Instead, Henri passes about the coffee ewer so we can fill a canteen with the energizing drink, and we all stuff some nuts and dried meat and fruit in our pockets, to eat while we’re on the move.
When our small caravan starts single file up the narrow mountain road, I shiver a little. It’s getting colder, but that’s not why. I shiver because the few wagons and people that walk ahead of us seem so insignificant and helpless against the might of the Blue Mountains. I close my eyes briefly and say a small prayer to any gods that actually exist, that we’ll come out of these mountains in the same condition in which we’re entering.
From the upcoming chapter of Saving Simon Snow:
“Not only is my father quite unhappy with my queerness, he’s probably furious that he has to give up punishing you in order to save me.”
I think about that. It makes sense. I’m sorry that Baz’s relationship with his father was harmed by his bond to me, but I can’t exactly be sorry that the old homophobe was forced to accept Baz’s situation.
“That and he probably doesn’t want to have to think about us having gay sex in his house,” I say wryly.
From the upcoming chapter of The Naked Next (coming in the next day or so!):
As I stride to sickbay, Simon cuddling into my chest and babbling praises of my beauty into my collarbone, I’m thinking furiously. What is this disease, if it is a disease? It acts like intoxication. Are the effects the same? Is this how Simon would act with the lowered inhibitions of an inebriated state? I’ve never seen him drunk. But…in vino veritas, isn’t that what humans say?
From: To Heal a Broken Heart (probably posting in the next six weeks!) (Sorry it took so long, Macey!):
“All th’ years I fought w’ you…and I was in love w’ you the whole time—that’s so stupid. I’m so stupid.” He laughs through his teeth like a donkey braying.
I laugh too, at the sound. Then my sluggish brain processes what he said. “Wait, what?”
Simon’s face is turned away from me, so I reach out to shake his arm. “What did you say?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his head rolls towards me like its strings have been cut. His eyes are open and his face is vacant.
“Simon!”
So, I'm momentarily back down to six WIPs, lol. Except I just started plotting a canon divergence where Simon's known to be Davy's son and therefore Baz sets out to seduce him in order to get at the Mage...and Fristi and I are working out a new idea....Also still thinking about the Simon as a tiktok dancer au...sigh.
Tagging, along with everyone above, (since it's actually still Sunday for once):
@bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @hushed-chorus, @ic3-que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @onepintobean, @rimeswithpurple, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old
#six sentence sunday#cotta 2023#Cotta 2021#Canon Divergence#Forced Marriage#Oregon trail au#American Civil War AU#Age of Sail Au#House Au#Star Trek AU#simon snow series#co/ws/awtwb
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Rifftrax Sentence Starters
“______, didn’t I dispatch you to hell earlier?”
“ ______, shut up forever.”
"Alright. That does it. I officially have no idea what we're looking at, why we're here, or even who I am anymore."
“And I pray that I never have to emote any more than I just did. I'm exhausted.”
“And if you're ready, _____, may I offer you a wide-awake nightmare?
“Aw man, I thought we could trust the slimy loser.”
“Being a creepy evil creep is a reward in and of itself.”
“Bland? I mean, honey? Can I make you some bland milk? I mean, warm bland? I mean, warm milk?”
“Careful, they might miss at you.”
“Die! Die in a fire! Live again and then die!”
“Did you guys just see that or has my brain fully melted?”
“Do you think you can do me the teensiest favor and just kill me now?”
“Feels like an NPR audio essay is about to break out.”
“Forgive me, Father. I killed like eight guys today.”
“Fuck you. Pay me."
“Having knowledge about things is not really my specialty.”
“He died as he lived: looking dumb as Hell.”
“He has all the fighting skills of a sock monkey."
“Hell is other people and stuff.”
“I’m condescending for no reason, got it?”
“I've tried nothing—And it's not working!"
“I can’t answer your question because that would acknowledge you exist.”
“I can’t live with myself knowing there’s something out there I haven’t murdered.”
“I don’t want to oversell it, but it will fill you with sadness.”
"I find words difficult because I can't punch them."
“I have a two part question. One, will I ever feel joy again? Two, what did I do to deserve this?”
“I hope you like really tough burnt meat and shitty scotch.”
"I love it when a plan sort of slowly congeals together."
“I thrive on your ignorance.”
“I tripped and fell up five flights of stairs and landed here.”
“Is your torture basement even up to code?”
“It’s not what you said; it’s that you exist.”
“It irritates me too that I can defy logic, time, and physics."
"It is pleasant to be happy because it increases our amount of gladness."
“Let's carpe diem and mumble and mope like we've never mumbled and moped before!”
“Mind if I dial up the gay?”
"Never have I cared so little about so few for so long."
“Nothing calms a kid more than a poster of a deranged clown.”
“My philosophy is to see how many Pop-Tarts I can eat in two minutes.”
“No, don’t, ____, please! Seriously! I will kill all your enemies! Please!”
"No good story ever starts with ‘so there I was, pouring gasoline all over the dead girl’s body.’”
"Oh good. Something else for the Gallery of Things That Should Not Be."
“Oh, thoughtless sociopath, you’re my best friend.”
“Okay, so I’ll take that ominous cryptic answer as a firm yes.”
“Our hero— again, fighting like a sociopathic four year-old.”
"Please don't ruin this moment by surviving!"
“Rush in blindly! A plan can only hinder us!"
"Screaming? Laughter? At this point, what's the difference?"
“So where do you think you’re gonna dump my body?”
"So…You give up here often?"
“Society as we know it would disintegrate if people knew the truth about whatnot.”
“Thank you, most boring sounding person in the world.”
“That’s a very friendly murder threat.”
“That sounded a lot more menacing and less gay in my head.”
“This is my bullshit lecture!”
“Wait a minute, I thought you said ‘pass the time,’ not ‘destroy all hope in the universe.’”
"We are reconciled now through the cleansing power of violence."
“Well, that was neither fun nor interesting, but at least it gave us no new information.”
“Well, time to pretend I know stuff.”
"Well, whoopty-shit."
"Welp... Forgone conclusion ain't gonna forgone conclude itself."
“Who can resist an asshole?”
“Women, right? Always like, ‘This seems fatally stupid!’ Blah, blah, blah.’”
“Yeah, I do feel my own mind drifting through thoughts of Socrates—in that I want to drink hemlock and die.”
"You're a lying liar who lies! You lie!"
“You're not allergic to severe acid burns, are you?”
“You taste like libertarianism and cigars.”
“Your evil is reassuring.”
“Your violent, misogynistic criminal vibe lets me know I can trust you.”
#rp meme#sentence starters#rp starter#meme#memes#murder ///#violence tw#chaotic sentence starters#rp prompts#roleplay prompts
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𝑨𝒔 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 - 𝑨𝒔𝒉 𝑾.
Since Evil Dead the video game is coming out soon, I figured I'd write this small blurb about my favorite sonofabitch -- Ashley 'Ash' Williams. x Hope y'all enjoy it :)
WARNINGS: public masturbation. honestly, that's it cause this is just a small blurb / little imagine I wrote. I might add more to it, though! depends if there's any other people who love ash as much as I do, lmao. I haven't proofread this so my apologizes if there's any errors or mistakes!
"You're joking, right?" Kelly said, a look of disgust painting across her face.
She turns around for a split second, eyes glancing over behind her shoulder at the man that somehow, supposedly, grabbed her friend and roommate’s attention.
“I don’t think she is.” Pablo said, shaking his head as he grabbed a few remaining chips from his bag, stuffing his face with them.
“Out of all the men you could be attracted to….. You’re attracted to Ash?” He said as he chewed through each delicious salty crisp.
“Will you shut up?!” (Y/N) groaned, hiding her face, muttering a few curse words into the palm of her hands. “He could hear us.”
“He’s older than dirt.” Kelly stated.
“Yeah, if he had one more wrinkle on his face, he could be your grandfather, (Y/N).” Pablo went on.
“I’m going to kill the both of you, I swear.” (Y/N) continues, finally dropping her hands down at her sides as she grabs her half empty bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and chugging what was left of it. “I’ve always been into older men-”
“Ancient, so it would seem…”
“- and Ash is just…. I don’t know. All I want is for him to get in between my thighs and eat me out until I’m a shaking, whiny and whimpering mess. Until I’m putty in his hands.”
“Oh, ew! (Y/N), that is way too much information. I haven’t even eaten anything and I’m going to throw up.” Kelly pushed back her untouched food, the look on her face appeared as if she had eaten a sour lemon. (Y/N) bit back a laugh.
“Why am I friends with you?” Kelly wondered, shaking her head as she stood up to her feet, grabbing her bag and throwing the remains of it in the trash behind them.
“Cause you love me, for one. As for the second reason, I helped cover rent the last two times when you couldn’t do it.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Love you, too. I’ve got to get going before I get yelled at again. I’m not trying to get fired. I actually like this job because I don’t do anything. I’ll see you guys later tonight, alright?”
“See ya, Kell.” Pablo turns to (Y/N) as he stands up, grabbing his trash. “I’ve got to get going too. Next time, please don’t give me the visual of you and Ash, together, please. I’m going to have nightmares for months now.”
“Oh, shut up. Not like you don’t tell me about your crush on Kelly and all what you wish you could do to her-”
“Leaving now! Goodbye, (Y/N).”
With this, Pablo throws his garbage away, emptying it out into the overflowing bin as he’s exiting out the break room door, leaving (Y/N) alone at the table with her thoughts….
And with Ash, a few ways over.
He was too invested in his triple meat, extra cheese, extra grease, on a garlic buttered bun with fries on the side, stuffing them down his throat as if he hadn’t eaten in years, to have heard their conversation that went on.
At least, she only hoped he hadn’t heard their conversation.
(Y/N) decides to finish the rest of her break in the bathroom. Where she may or may not get some sort of relief by touching herself to inappropriate thoughts, all of which were about the man who sat a few tables across from where she was just at.
Just like Kelly and Pablo, she stood up and empties her bag out before leaving, well, nearly bolting towards the women's bathroom.
(Y/N) says a silent prayer when she realizes all the stalls in the restroom were empty and she was the only one there.
Pushing open one of the doors and locking it behind her, she makes her way over, shutting the lid down as she kicks off her jeans and underwear as if time was running thin and she had no time to kill whatsoever.
In this case, it was true. She was running out of time and had to hurry or else she’d be frustrated for another five hours. And she did not want to deal with that mess.
(Y/N) glances at the watch firmly placed around her wrist, rolling her eyes in annoyance and huffing slightly before she pulls the sleeve of her sweater back down, ignoring the fact she only had ten or so minutes left of her break.
Surely, she could reach herself to an orgasm before she had to get back to work and before someone went on a search for her throughout the store.
If the second of the two were to happen -- and she was going to make sure it didn’t -- it’d be difficult to explain what it was exactly she was doing.
Especially if someone were to walk in and hear the muffled moans that were bound to drop from her lips. She tried her hardest to be silent in those rather steamy private moments but most of the time, if the feeling was too much, she couldn’t keep her mouth sealed shut, despite how much she tried to keep quiet.
(Y/N) lays her head back and toys around with her core, giving slow and gentle rubs against her heat before she adds a finger, slipping her index inside her walls, a gasp escaping her lips.
(Y/N) knew it was wrong to fuck yourself in a public space, but... she couldn't help it.
She hadn't realized how wet she was until she swiped her index finger against her swollen cunt, hissing through her teeth as she guides the wetness of her own juices toward her hole, adding a second finger.
She wasn't one to use her hands for this kind of thing, mainly preferred a toy but anything was better than nothing as of the moment.
While she had two fingers deep inside of her, a needy whine surpasses her lips as she rocks back and forth against the weight of her hand.
All (Y/N) could do was focus on Ash and how good of a fuck he'd be. How huge and girthy his cock was.... she wondered if he was circumcised or not.
Either way, she didn't mind. She didn't have a preference, if she were being honest.
All (Y/N) wanted was for Ash to fuck her with his cock and spill his sticky, hot load deep into her pulsating, pink pussy.
She wanted to have his cum drip out of her like a faucet.
She needed that feeling of him, releasing his juices inside of her. Wanted - needed - craved - for it. (Y/N) is practically dripping by the time she adds a third finger.
Her entire hand is soaked with her arousal and she's too caught up in the moment of her, relieving herself that she doesn't hear the door opening. Not until she hears that voice, the one she's way too familiar with.
"(Y/N)?"
Ash.
"Don't be quiet now, darling. I heard what you were saying back there. I may be an old greaser but I ain't that old where I need hearing aids. Not yet, anyway. Ha! What I recall hearing, however, is you wanting me to fuck you with my tongue, hm? Happily, I can rearrange that. Just open the door."
(Y/N) whines upon hearing his words and the only thing she can mutter out is; 'it's unlocked'.
Within a matter of seconds, Ash opens the stall door and chuckles deeply at the sight in front of him. "Well, what a treat. May I offer some guidance, darlin'?"
Nodding eagerly, she removes her fingers with a gasp escaping the back of her throat as she then spreads her legs out on either side of her, giving him a clear view of her soaking cunt.
"I will say I enjoyed my burger and fries but I think I'm going to enjoy this sweet treat a whole lot more." Ash said with a cocky smirk.
#cierra's stories#ashley williams x reader#ashley williams x you#ashley williams x y/n#ash williams x you#ash williams x y/n#ash williams x reader#evil dead imagines#evil dead fanfic#ash williams fanfic#ash williams smut#ashley williams smut#ashley williams fanfic#ash vs evil dead#ash vs evil dead fanfic#horror fanfic#horror x reader
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12.2.23 // Oreo’s First Teeth Cleaning and other thoughts
Oreo has his first teeth cleaning on Friday. He’s five, and this is the first year it was recommended by his vet (we asked about it a few years ago, set up an appointment, was told his teeth were so clean and healthy the risk of anesthesia was not worth the cleaning). I was a nervous Nelly all day. My husband called me at 1, just when class was starting, because they had called him. Oreo is apparently really sensitive to anesthesia, which is weird to me because he’s been under twice before (neuter and anal gland removal) and did okay- but I wonder if anesthesia is dosed by weight class? He was ~19 lbs during his neuter and gland removal and is now ~23 lbs.
He struggled when he got home. I was in class and couldn’t leave, so I didn’t get to see the worst of it, but apparently his back legs didn’t work super well, and he just wanted to be swaddled and held like an infant. Husband said he held him and rocked/walked with him for an hour and then held him on the couch until I got home.
He was very clearly hungry and wanted to eat, but since he was intubated and had his teeth scraped at, chewing was hard- and I was worried that dry kibble would scratch up his throat. So I made rice and chicken- which obviously he loved. The problem? The chicken breasts were frozen and HUMONGOUS and took over an hour to cook. After 40 min at 375 my husband took over, and when I saw the chicken my husband deemed “well cooked” it still looked pink to me… we bickered, and ofc nobody could win that argument because we no longer have a meat thermometer (ours was left outside and rusted).
This morning husband informed me that Oreo ate all of his kibble but needed coaxing- I had wanted to keep him in C&R today to support his throat and because he had diarrhea last night and this morning, but apparently husband decided noooo he wanted the chicken for himself… he actually made himself chicken fried rice for dinner. And poor Oreo could smell the chicken and rice and seemed really excited by the smell… so I made the executive decision to give him C&R again.
Well…. Everybody in the family has had multiple bouts of diarrhea since then. 🙃🙃🙃 Ive had it the easiest. I didn’t eat any of the chicken but realized that I failed to wash my hands after feeding Oreo before I ate something myself. It was all a little early for the time frame for the typical chicken bacteria (salmonella, campy, c perfringens) but it’s the only thing we all had contact with… Thankfully both boys are snoring now, but yeah, not a pleasant day. And now I’m having intermittent stabby spleen pain 🙃🙃
On top of all that my skin is flaring again. My legs have some folliculitis that is… quite bad to the point where if it wasn’t focal in the hair follicles I’d be worried for some kind of insect bites. I’m annoyed by all of the recurrent infections.
Anyway, all of that aside, I’m doing okay all things considered. I’ve been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley (fun) and really not studying the way I should be for school… it’s just hard to motivate. I’ve done some reviewing and don’t suspect I’ll fail but definitely checked out for winter break. I’m also torn atm with body stuff. I feel better having put words to the body and gender disconnect, but when it comes to day to day, it’s hard to DO anything about it other than just internally vibe. Idk, maybe I’d feel better if I was more “out,” but I fear others’ reactions might not be neutral to positive. I’m sure most people wouldn’t care at all if they even noticed a pronoun shift, but it’s the not KNOWING how people will react- the ambiguity… like, assuming they’ll all react positively or neutrally is just as egregious in my mind as assuming anybody would react negatively or use it to other me furthers. Especially professionally. I’m like 99% positive nobody in my class would give it a second thought if they even noticed. But I expect negativity as much as I expect positivity from them, and in the greater professional world there is a lot of negativity. Especially about identities like mine- the ones that are borderline, where I’ve somehow simultaneously been othered by both groups of people with normative and groups with divergent experiences.
Tbh I really don’t know what would help me feel more like me and not eat home in my own body. Old ED brain keeps whispering, oh, people will accept you more if you were thin- and then you can express yourself however you want and look okay enough instead of like a Michelin man. Of course I know that if I fed into that, I still probably would never be happy or content.
I’m doing a good job not falling back into disordered eating patterns, but I can’t take full credit for that because tbh I kinda want to, but it always involved more work and time for me (exercise purging, meal planning and prepping, etc). I don’t have the time or executive functioning to make normal easy meals or go to the gym a regular human amount- I def don’t have 3+ hours to go do split sessions at the gym and 3+ hours to craft the “perfect” meal that I can enjoy but not too much and has protein so I can spare muscle and not totally screw myself over…
And that brings up a lot of other feels too, because Like one part of my feels guilty for thinking about heavy restriction and exercise purging at all. But another part feels entirely invalidated because I’m fat now and unable to “willpower” my way into thinness again (like “if I were ever really sick I’d be able to fall back into this without any problems and be totally fine until I got thin again” which has so many layers to dissect…). And another part is just curious, is it possible to become thin and not hate my appearance without falling into ED world? And aaaannoootthhherr part is curious what others would notice- if anything at all- if I did slip back into ED brain considering how it took YEARS to get anybody to see it was a problem the first time around.
Also can we talk about the time patterns? Because I always get worse in the winter, which screams of SAD, but actually I see two other factors for winter pattern. One, memories (SA, friend’s suicide). Two, I hate how my body looks in winter clothes (Michelin man effect every time I try to wear a sweater lol). There is always the underlying belief that people will like me more if I’m thinner/I’ll be better able to make friends/etc. But during the winter, it’s compounded with memories of the assault, remembering how alone I was, the loss of the one person who was nice… and then all wrapped up in a bow of feeling like I absolutely cannot in any way express myself because winter clothes never feel like me.
But… yeah, all of that aside I’m actually doing okay. I’m holding up. Still eating. I think in my head as long as I’m still eating salad kits with the full fat dressing I’m fine 😅 I’ve had periods of time where I’m like “oh but I could cut so many calories if I swap to Walden farms” and then I’m like “yeah and lose out on 95% of the joy of a salad… “ I’m eating vegetables now when historically they’ve been a punishment, I’ll take the win.
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Hi! I would first like to start off with telling you that I really am sorry about everything you are going through. It will pass and you’ll find someone who truly loves you, but I know that’s hard to think about right now.
I realized recently that I’m about 2 weeks late on my promised GardenWings lore, so here you go ♥️. It might me a little long sorry lol
-each dragonet has a 50/50 chance of being a plant related to or of the parents plants or being an entirely new one.
-eggs show little to no sign of the plant type, and even then it’s not 100% reliable. You’ll start to see changes in the dragonet that will reveal its plant type, and at 1 year old you’ll know their plant but not before then. Until then they are varying shades of green, usually the same green as their eggs.
-there are sub-tribes within the tribe for each plant species, and sub-sub-tribes, or “clans” for the variations of the plant in the sub-tribe. (Ex: Sub-tribe: Rose, Clans: White, Pink, Red, ect)
-the rarer plant sub-tribes have higher ranking in the tribe, as well as clans having slightly varying ranking within the sub-tribe for rarer plant variations
-Queens and Kings are not determined solely by bloodline: only the rarest of the plants can be royalty. There would be large gaps in the time between rulers if it was only heirs, as rare plants are more rarely hatched. Therefore, a dragon from any background or bloodline can rule as long as they are a very rare plant type. This provides just enough dragons to keep order.
-the moment the rarest plant dragonets are identified they are whisked away from their parents to begin training. Having a rare royalty egg is both a blessing and a curse, as it will raise the parents and relatives in the hierarchy, but they also won’t see much of their dragonet until they rule, and often royalty have little to no known connection to their relatives.
-in the rare instance that two dragonets are training to be royalty at the same time, they would have to battle it out for the throne once they come of age.
-I decided to put GardenWings on their own continent cuz god knows there isn’t enough room for them on any of the two current ones. It is called Florchavia, and each sub-tribe lives in a different area most suitable to their plant species and sub-tribes have about as much interaction with each other as normal tribes would, although there have been few full-blown wars in history and they all live in relative harmony with each other
-each sub-tribe has their own pseudo-Queen or King that makes the smaller decisions for their own sub-tribe, although all big ones have to be ran by the main Queen of the GardenWings. Sub-tribes can have any gender ruling, while the main royalty is just females ruling as Queen. This is somewhat similar to the way Queen Wasp rules her tribe, with each Hive having one of her sisters as a ruler
-different plants are seen to be more or less desirable and strongly impact what kind of schools you go to, how you live, and what kind of jobs you have, but nothing is set in stone as limits. Undesirable plant sub-tribes are all lumped together in the “Weeds” clan, which includes plants such as Dandelions. Weeds are looked down upon and will often end up as servants, but a hard-working Weed could work their way up slowly. Ex: Lavenders are more likely to own a shop than a Weed, although it is not entirely impossible.
-even if your plant species in considered to be higher up, some punishments for treason include being demoted to Weed status
-the properties that a plant gives is reflective in their personality. (Ex: Eucalyptus has a stable, calming demeanor.) Outliers of this are frowned upon.
-GardenWings only eat meat, but use plants and flowers for medical purposes, as well as growing them for decoration, similar to RainWings. Seeds are used as currency, rather than precious metals or jewels.
-Weeds are rarely referred to as their actual plant name, and to call someone a Weed is considered a highly offensive slur.
oh my goodness that’s a lot of words sorry. You have my full permission to use any and all of these concepts in art and stories, you can credit me is you would like but I won’t be mad if you forget. But yea I hope you enjoyed!
I love all of this! You put so much thought into it, you’re so creative <3 so like, dragons and sun tribes are split by plant species? Like there can be the sun tribe of Aroids, with Clans of Philodendron, Monstera, and Alocasia? Which is further divided by individual species, and there are different cultivars of plant within each species? :0
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Porter Gage Voice Lines
“Blammo!”
I got your "sensor anomaly" right here!
Keep your irradiated ass away from me!
{throwing a grenade} Blammo!
Shit, that's bright. Some people have no manners.
Aw god, I think I just went blind in one eye...
Aww, look at how nice and clean this is, and I here am, dirtying the place up.
You think the maid service here is taking on new clients? They do a bang-up job.
Yeah, this is fine. I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway.
You, uhh, you getting the creeps? Yeah, me neither.
Well, this is filthy. And not the fun kind.
Ever seen a dust angel? Bet you I could make one.
Somebody really needs to work on their redecorating skills.
Ever seen a grenade shoved up a brahmin's backside? Kinda looks like this...
I can't lie - I've made messes bigger than this in my day.
Nope... Just... nope. Nasty.
I may not know what any of this shit does, but I know if it's shiny, it's worth somethin'.
I ain't ever been much good with machines, or tech, or... whatever the fuck this all is.
We ain't dead, right? I'm actually seeing this?
Well, shit. Guess I needed a bath anyway.
You get caught, there's liable to be a fight. I ain't complainin', just sayin'.
Look, I know I complain about stuff but, do we really gotta go in there?
Well, this beats hoofin' it. Let's fly.
Can't lie - if you break something, I'm likely to laugh.
You need that? I could always hold on to it for you...
Blammo. That's what you get for pissing off the Overboss.
You sure you got everything? There's a few more rocks you haven't picked up yet.
You look like shit. More than usual, I mean. Took a few too many rads...
Heh, most folks I know can't even read. Glad you're not most folks.
Why don't you just chop your arms off and give those away, too?
Need a bandage for that bleeding heart of yours?
Why not invite 'em over for dinner while you're at it. Maybe hand 'em a knife and ask 'em to stab you in the back...
Even if it don't get you anywhere, it's funny as hell.
Here? Like, right here? I'm kidding. Go.
And that's why you start off by shooting them in the face.
So many chumps, so little time...
Oh man, good thing this place exists. Our rock shortage is solved!
On the good side, this is where they keep all the fun toys. On the bad side, everyone else knows it too.
Believe it or not, this is still more civilized than some places I've lived.
Ever feel the tiniest bit hurt that the Institute hasn't tried to replace you with a synth? I mean, c'mon, I'm important... I'm worth replacing.
I always thought it was better to take hostages for ransom, rather than, y'know, eating... but to each his own.
Hey, what do you know. Another big monument to shit that doesn't matter anymore.
Oh, great. These clowns again?
No question that some shit was built to last. Maybe the wrong shit, but still.
What do you call it when this thing is still around, only there ain't no one to remember what it's for? Is that what they call irony?
Yeah, suppose I needed a break from actually having a good time anyway. You know where to find me.
Looks like someone forgot to spray for bugs...
Get your blood somewhere else, vermin!
Dog(meat) got his ass kicked, didn't he?
You ever wonder why these things got so damn big? Like they weren't disgusting enough...
One of these bugs ever takes me down, you tell people I died from tripping over my gun, falling off a cliff... Anything. It'd be less embarrassing.
I ain't saying I've been desperate enough to eat mole rat, but... well, I ain't sayin' it.
Cook anything long enough, and it doesn't taste so bad. Molerat might be the exception to that.
Hope you can hold your liquor, 'cause I ain't carrying you.
I've seen too many guys get wasted because they were wasted. You get me?
Think about it - if beer is still good after 200 years, is it really something you want to be drinking?
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Five Enticing Ways To Improve Your Cookbook Skills
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I was tagged by @anonbeadraws to give 3 random facts about myself and tag the last 7 people in my notifs! Not often I write my own posts here but might as well this time, so let’s see:
(Tw for medical mention, brief discussion of serious illness)
-Oh shit this thing has other colors I’m a classical singer of 13 years experience! I started learning at my public middle schools of all places— despite the piddly arts funding American schools get we somehow got a super talented and simultaneously terrifying choir teacher, who not only made the choir from nothing but got us going to and winning statewide competitions. Nowadays it’s much more casual but I’m very proud of my voice; I suspect this is one of the reason it’s never been a source of dysphoria for me.
-I’m studying sociology but want to become a butcher! Yeah, I don’t quite get this one either. Sometime between my leukemia treatment (spoilers) and my second year of college, I became really fascinated with both fermentation and meat. I mean, like, pseudo-spiritual levels of fascinated. The ways living things change, are held together and can be taken apart… It’s hard to talk about or describe without starting to sound like Hannibal Lecter but overall I just see such an art in the way that organic things are crafted and changed. There’s these videos about, like, how to take apart a half steer or such… I‘unno. I think being able to work as a butcher or charcutier would be fun, and I already stand by treating what you eat well in life and death. That’s all.
-I’m a cancer survivor! I don’t remember if I’ve talked about this before, but I recently (about a year back) finished treatment for acute Leukemia— which I was diagnosed with on the week of high school graduation, and the eve of my beginning HRT. Suffice it to say that both it and college ground to a halt very fast. All in all it went without too much fear or misfortune (and even a few stories that I think are very funny), for which I’m eternally grateful. I suspect the treatment led to, or at least helped, the formation of a good few of my quirks nowadays, but now it’s just a chapter in my life.
Okay, now that we’re done, let’s see: Last 7 in my notifs besides Bea were @noodledragon , @motherofdinosaurs , @oily-rabbit , @the-wanderer-willow , @hiraeth-starguy , @the-golden-ghost , and @acemer1in ! Feel free to do or not <3
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I wanted to use this site for the nostalgia value and for perspective. But mainly because it’s convenient as heck and I couldn’t fit all of this onto the leftover parchment paper in the Antimo’s pizza box lol. Anyways…
3 kids, 2 houses, and 1 billion hours of streaming movies, tv shows, and horrid child-targeted YouTube videos later, here we all are! A lot has changed, even more has stayed the same. Death, taxes, and Cocomelon, amiright?
Through it all, your House has always been an anchoring destination in every season. None greater than during Christmas time 🎄
Even back in Towaco when e v e r y o n e was still alive, [Town]House Cortez was the place to be! Gifts opened, grandma gossip exchanged, gung ho Doggo, and gang photos at morning’s end was peak holiday form. All of which was housed at your House. We’ve lost a few folks since then… but also gained some new blood with time 😊
And here we are back at it again at Casa Quarterz 😎
I don’t have much to add from the the previous Tumblr post. Although a few modifications seem to be in order:
Thank you for always allowing me a place by your hearth TV and meat pizza and mead filtered water at your table. Y’all have stayed true and never asked a service of me that might bring me into dishonor.
No matter what anyone says or what others might see, I am most proud to be the sitter of your babies. I’ve clocked in more hours as Nanny Nonong than I have as a professional registered nurse. And I don’t have any reservations or regrets about it. From when it was only ParsiCarsi to now overseeing three of your tiny humans, it is always my distinct honor being The Manny to the kiddos.
Thanks for giving me work, putting money in my pocket, and allowing me to be your children’s guardian. I don’t take any of it for granted. Along with all the aforementioned things, this role is giving me time to breathe, rest, and plan for what I will make of myself in the years to come. I’m well aware not many people get a chance to take a step back, assess themself, and plan for their pivot towards building their livelihood. So I promise not to waste this reprieve you guys have afforded me. You also have my word that I will proudly fulfill my duty in taking care of the trio until my role is completed and/or taken over by their Wowa.
I swear it by the old gods and the new 8lb 6oz newborn infant Jesus, who don’t even know a word yet… just a little infant so cuddly but still omnipotent.
Now that that spiel is over with, we can get to the superficial, materialistic part of this holiday! Inside the brown McDo baggy is the control to your new “hearth”. Sorry to give Tyler one more thing to do 😅 But your kids don’t get to hoard all the fun. Also, it was hard work eating all that food to use this box and baggy. But someone had to do the heaving lifting (or in this case, heavy eating) to keep Lola Pat’s Christmas tradition alive 👵🏽 🎁
We’ve come a long way from watching on that wee-sized plasma TV in y’all’s room at Hillcrest Terrace. Though the Towaco tube played its part well, the Casa on Calais was long overdue for an upgrade.
Welcome to the 4K experience homies 📺
And a Happy Birthday Baby Jesus to you both 🍻
— Ya bois,
🐾 Porkchop & Mr. Doubtfire 🙃
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What’s a Little Larceny Between Friends? [Andrei & Priam]
Continued from here @ulircursed
The sight of Priam’s approach elicited faint recognition from Andrei, the archer lowering the bow he’d been practicing with and turning to face the other. The mission itself was difficult to forget, but aside from a cursory chat while traveling towards Enbarr, he hadn’t ended up having much occasion to interact with the swordsman amidst the investigation and subsequent pursuit.
He did remember, though, that a spar had been the first thing the man had asked of him last time as well. Considering his offer to ‘catch up’, perhaps he was just one of those hot-blooded individuals who considered a friendly clashing of swords to be some sort of greeting or bonding experience.
Unfortunately, Andrei was not one of those individuals.
“I’m afraid I’ve little expertise in melee weaponry that would come close to being a satisfactory match for your sword,” he replied coolly. The lance was the only other weapon he would claim to know anything about, and even then only a basic knowledge.
Neither was he particularly hungry, and even if he were, the tavern wouldn’t be his ideal place to visit. Andrei frowned in thought. If Priam was going through the trouble of giving him options, then this might be beyond a casual offer. “Was there something in particular you wished to discuss with me, or is this merely a social call?” he asked.
Priam was more used to the kinds of guys who approached him first. Came from living on an island and only meeting people who wanted to fight with him for a few years. Still, there had to be other ways to interact than fighting or having a rowdy time at a tavern.
Right? Right?
He was a bit stumped. Maybe just eating in the dining hall was more Andrei’s style. Or relaxing with a book.
Priam would be open to sitting in the woods in silence together, but that wouldn’t be considered socializing by most people.
“A social call, as you say.” The formal words coming out of Priam’s mouth felt foreign. He grinned, shoving his shaggy bangs out of his eyes and resting his hand on his hip. “Frankly, I used to be a lot closer to my comrades than I am here. More time to get to know each other and bond when all I used to do was spar and train with the lot of them. I wouldn’t mind grabbing a bite anywhere that serves meat. Well- as long as it isn’t a dressy kind of place. We both know how bad I look in ruffles.”
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If it’s not too much trouble could you do the chef mc hcs with the date-ables as well? I really enjoyed those personally as well as all your writing🥰
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Diavolo
As the Prince of the Devildom, Diavolo has a royal palate that's sampled the finest cuisines his home has to offer. That being said there's not a whole lot of food that can amaze him
However, you somehow manage to combine the delicacies of human cooking into Devildom comfort food that has the young lord on cloud nine.
How did you even DO that??? Diavolo thought only Barbatos would be capable of making his favorite dishes, yet you're giving him dozens more to add to the list! Would it be an insult to his butler to ask him to learn from you? 🤔
The spoiled prince often requests that you come over for lunch! Specifically, he’d like to eat your cooking! But only if it's alright with you! He’d hate to be a burden... (as if most people can say no to the DEMON PRINCE).
"I wonder if it would be an abuse of my power to enter you into his year's annual Hell's Cooking competition..? Though I'll be one of the judges and there's no way I could fairly judge anyone else. Hm...."
Barbatos
Upon hearing Diavolo's endless praise of your cooking, Barb took it upon himself to taste it for himself. And the result was... well...
He's starting to wonder if you have some sort of demon taking culinary magic. How in the world are you perfectly catering to the tastes of everyone you meet??
From the spice choices to the way you can roast a chunk of meat to sizzling perfection, Barbatos can't help but be amazed about everything you do. He knew humans were interesting, but you're really something.
That said, he's determined to have you over as often as he can. Maybe he's a little excited to have someone over who can match his skills in the kitchen, and understands his more "adult" jokes... (sorry Luke✌️)
"Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon after your classes? I'll have tea prepared, and you and I can exchange recipes. I would love to add human dishes to the Young Lord's meal plan. And... I'd like to spend more time with you."
Solomon
Solomon's heard the fuss about your cooking (and he's noticed how energetic the brothers are lately), so he wanted to compare notes!
See, for some reason, he just can't seem to attract other people to his cooking! There's nothing wrong with it of course lies, but he wants his cooking to have a lasting impression! Maybe it's because Luke and Simeon must be used to Celestial Realm cooking...?
Ah, but he tried to imitate food from the other realms and it still doesn't have the same pizazz! MC, would you please critique his food? 🥺👉👈
...You're not gagging, right? That's a grimace of happiness, isn't it?
"I'm interested to know what sort of spells or enchanted ingredients you've used in your cooking. To think you could charm the Devildom's strongest demo- Huh? You didn't enchant anything? Perhaps I'll need to learn more..."
Simeon
MC, is there anything you can't do? From surviving at the House of Lamentation, creating pacts with all of the brothers, and somehow mastering the strange ingredients of the Devildom, you're almost scary!
It only took Simeon one bite of your food to really understand your skills, and why those brothers keep trying to make you cook dinner every night. Now he's tempted to ask for a meal or two himself. Though he’d hate to be selfish.
So Simeon decides to invite you on a picnic! You've both agreed to pack a few things for the trip and once you arrive and start eating, the angel shows a clear preference for what you've got.
Yeah... he doesn't even realize he's scarfing down the sweets you've made until you both reach for a cherry tart and your hands touch-
"Oh! Did you want the last one? I... realize I've been eating them all, ahaha... Forgive me. Can I repay you by offering you something...sweeter? And by that, I mean... that we could go to Madam Scream's! Hm? You look disappointed. Do you not want that?"
Luke
Huh?! Your food is so tasty that even those annoying brothers calmed down?! MC, you're amazing! Please teach him everything you know!
As soon as he heard about your food, he wanted to taste it for himself. And somehow, it nearly rivaled what he was used to in the Celestial Realm! Your food is buttery and savory, and melts in his mouth!
And when you tell him you also make pastries??? Michael might have some competition for Luke's idol if this keeps up.
From talking about cooking videos to exchanging baking tips, Luke wants to talk everything culinary with you! And you know, he could also teach you some classics from back home! Then you can wow everyone with it!
"Delicious, isn't it? When you whip the meringue up like this, and add a sprinkle of that, it turns into a cream as fluffy as a cloud! The cream puffs will be amazing, and- Wh-what are you grinning for?? Is there something on my face?"
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