#OOPS IT'S A ONE SHOT SORRY

[kisskissbanggang]

Chan, words cannot even begin to describe how sorry I am for what I did to you. You had been acting so distant during your family’s annual trip. I was miserable and drunk, and your father was the only one there for me. One thing led to another… It should have never been like this. I know having you forget about our affair is impossible, but could you find it in your heart to forgive me? I haven’t been sleeping since we ended. I keep seeing your face the night you found out every time I close my eyes.

[Hello please know this had me fanning myself 💕 Trust Fund Baby!Chan x Fem Reader, Car Sex, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Explicit Consent]

The most sickening sensation of satisfaction washed over Chan when he finished reading your letter. He set the note on his nightstand before he pulled out his phone. Surely, this meant you were ready to talk, right? At least, that'd been what you assumed he'd been thinking. It was the only reason you were so willing to go see him.

Lunch would be low-pressure, you thought, but you still meticulously picked and preened over yourself until you were ready to finally face him. He had to see you as perfect, just like always. Chan certainly was, with the way he looked so cool and collected in your usual booth at your favorite cafe. The date was far quieter than your liking, but this wasn't really a date to begin with. That quiet was the only reason you'd agreed when he offered to give you a ride home.

It wasn't that Chan spun you around and herded you against his car that surprised you. The fact that it was the middle of the day and you could clearly see people in the small parking lot -- that was the part that surprised you. Your favorite cafe was on the riverfront, with all the little business clumped up into a little center of commerce and a short walk away from the park setting of the parking lot, located centrally from the walking trails, the riverfront boardwalk, and everything else. This was normally a sweet, idyllic little piece of gentrification.

And now Chan was roughly pushing his hands under your coat where he had you pinned against his car.

"Chan!" you harshly whispered. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Do you not like it?" Chan smirked. "You'd offered to get your own ride. You still can; it won't hurt my feelings. Not more than you already did."

You bit into your lip. You did miss this. You did want this. The way Chan always knew how to treat you had kept you longing since you'd thrown everything away.

When you grabbed onto Chan's shirt to bring him closer, he'd grinned like nothing had ever gone wrong. As if you'd never messed everything up. He had his hands under the skirt of your dress in the parking lot, your coat covering the fact that he was openly groping your ass while he kissed your throat.

"Tell me the rules," he urged in your ear.

You gasped, curling your fingers into his hair when you felt his teeth on your skin. "Just the hard limits, okay?"

Chan's smile was pressed against your neck. "Atta girl. Now choose inside or out."

You quickly scanned the small parking lot and gulped down your beating heart. "Inside."

"That's what I thought," Chan warmly chuckled, his volume more level now and contrasting wildly with how he casually opened the backseat and pushed you in.

You yelped, but barely had a chance to react further when Chan rolled you over onto your back and climbed in between your legs. Your panties were already soaked when his fingers roughly pulled them aside.

"Is this okay, still?" Chan asked. His eyes searched you while he waited, refusing to do anything more until you nodded. However he wanted to work this out, you wanted it. And you missed this. "Good," he decidedly nodded, and suddenly his fingers were in you, stretching you out and filling you up. You clutched onto him, whimpering as quietly as you could.

"Don't get me wrong," Chan continued, "it wasn't that you fucked him. You know he and I don't talk and you couldn't even consent properly when you get messy drunk the way you do."

"Chan," you shook your head, "I--"

"Shush," he admonished you immediately. His thumb moved from where he was cupping your cheek to shove the digit into your parted mouth. Between your legs, his long fingers still pumped into you. "The thing I don't get is why we couldn't work things out like adults in the first place."

He removed his thumb from your lips, just long enough to let you speak.

"Chan," you repeated, "you wouldn't talk to me, I was so alone. I didn't even know if you loved me anymore--"

"And you're done," Chan decided, hooking a couple fingers into your mouth this time. Where your hips met, he'd withdrawn his fingertips from you and was trying to get his belt one-handed. "I tried opening us up for a conversation before that trip. You were on the trip with me! I didn't have to bring you!"

His eyes were aflame when you spat his fingers out. "Opening us up for a conversation?! When?! When you came into the living room and just sat by me for a couple minutes?! You already hadn't been speaking to me for days!"

"So you decided to spend half the trip the next week getting sloppy drunk? Great logic," Chan ridiculed. He knew he was exaggerating. You knew how hurt he was. Below your waist, Chan was excruciatingly teasing the head of his hot length up against you. You tried to grind down onto him, but he was always able to pull away. "Look," he continued. "Just tell me one thing."

"What?" you desperately asked.

"Do you remember anything about fucking him? About fucking my father?"

"Chan, you know--"

"Nope," he flashed the most forebodingly devilish grin. "You like to fuck dads? You're calling me daddy."

The way he was almost chuckling to himself made it look like he was joking, but you knew he wasn't. He was teasingly dipping the slick tip of his cock in and out of you. This was just fun for him.

So you decided you'd have fun. If this was him working it out, then fine. It wasn't ideal, but it did feel good.

He let out a shocked groan when you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in so he'd slide into your hot pussy.

"No, daddy," you shook your head, "I don't remember."

"Were you better behaved for him than you are for me?" he asked, almost a growl as he began to roll his hips into yours.

"No-- I don't know," you gasped.

Chan replied with a rougher thrust, getting a measly whimper out of you. "Which is it? No or you don't know?"

"I don't know!" you decidedly repeated.

You only received a nod in response, Chan simply savoring you while he fucked you for a moment. "I bet you were good for him," he finally laughed under his breath. "That's what he told me, at least. Said you were a good little slut."

The name made you buck and thrash back against him in retaliation, but Chan manhandled you back into compliance, his hand gripping your wrist and the other tangled into your hair.

"Well then," Chan condescended. "I think that answers my next question. I was wondering how that made you feel, being a slut for my father."

"I hate it," you whined. Your response was automatic. "I hate it so much."

"Tell me why," ordered Chan, his hips firm and unrelenting in their pace as he thrust against you. The beginnings of an orgasm were stirring in your gut.

"Because I don't want him, I didn't want it at all," you answered. Chan almost had the decency to look upset for a second. You hooked your ankles together to make him grind into your depths. "All I remember is I asked him where you were. I was so sad, Chan."

"So was I, baby," he reassured you. "Then you don't want him?"

"No! Of course not. I only want you."

Chan's thrusts paused, for a moment before he resumed at a more fluid rhythm. "Tell me again."

"I only want you," you repeated, again and again. You only stopped when Chan removed his hand from your hair to hold your chin.

"You always did know how to make it better," he smirked, and he kissed you like nothing had ever happened. Just like you were only making love.

Chan angled his hips a little better in the backseat of his car so he could thrust more directly into your spot. His hands clenched your hips now, all while he continued to kiss you, and the moment you snapped and rode out your release, his hummed growl was made of satisfaction. "Atta girl," he gritted out again. "Now it's my turn, give it to me," he urged.

You met his thrusts with renewed energy despite your exhaustion, almost riding him from underneath him by the time he clutched onto you and came with a muffled shout, having dug his lips into your shoulder just as he reached his peak.

An undeniable awkwardness settled in Chan's car before he finally sat up. He pulled his coat back into place and smoothed his shirt back out. Meanwhile, you sat up to readjust your dress. You gingerly fixed your panties back into place. Chan gently herded you closer so he could get a secure arm around you. His fingers brushed the loose tangles he'd made out of your hair.

"I want you to come back to the house," he decided. "Is that what you want?"

You snapped out of your daze. "Of course--"

"But there will be expectations. Of both of us, obviously."

"I'm not drinking anymore," you assured him up front.

Chan paused before he let up a relieved, small smile. "I'm glad. I thought so when you stuck to coffee during lunch, so I did too."

"What was I doing ordering cocktails at a cafe anyway?" you sadly chuckled.

"Hey, I was buying them for you," Chan lightly ribbed. He fell quiet for a second. "I'm seeing a therapist, by the way. Don't think I don't also know that not saying anything is terrible communication."

"I'm glad to hear that," you nodded. "What do you think about couples therapy?"

He sighed. "I would've asked if you didn't."

"... And your father?"

You were both quiet. Your eyes were fixed on your knees. Chan softly took one of your hands in your lap. "My father's out. I told him I can't have someone like him around, not someone who can take advantage of you or anyone the way he did."

This was satisfactory, but there was still more. "And... you'll tell me what made you not talk to me in the first place?"

Chan shook his head with an embarrassed chuckle. "I thought I saw you and Hyunjin--"

"Me and Hyunjin?! We--"

"I know," interrupted Chan. "I misunderstood and jumped to conclusions. He told me, but only after I left the ski trip early."

"Okay," you nodded. He nodded in return.

"There's only one more thing," Chan added.

You steeled yourself.

"Never, ever call me daddy again."

A massive exhale deflated the tension between you both. This laugh was needed. Things were -- for all intents and purposes -- still bad, but at least now there was a hint of something better.

[vilintciay]

" Ohh mmfp- FUCK..! Waka- TOSHI!.. Ahgg- God-."

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth. Above you was Ushijima Wakatoshi, ruthlessly pounding into you from behind, keeping both your arms pinned behind your back with a grip of a single hand as he pressed you further and further into the mattress from how hard he was fucking you stupid.

Your head laid turned to the side, cheek pressed up on cushion below as you gazed up at him with your ass in the air, stood and displayed all for him to bury his thick cock balls deep inside your tight, sloppy wet cunt.

"Ahhg- mnpff- mm- yeah! Ohh fuuckk! Yes, yes, right there!"

You mewled and cried out with pleasure, moaning and whining under him while his expression stood the same. A stoic and blank face with dark and lust filled eyes taking up each bounce and jiggle of your tits, ass, and thighs whenever he'd pull out his thick cock out of your tight cunt, plunging back in hard and rough. Grunting only occasionally.

You were out of it. So fucking out of it that you didn't even notice the sound of your apartment's door opening, light shuffling coming from the living room as someone called out a greeting. But it didn't reach you. Too fucked up and cock drunk that you could only focus on the way his hand would lift in the air to land a harsh and almost skin-tearing smack on your ass, squealing with delight as pain mixed with pleasure, stomach twisting tighter and tighter.

Your orgasm was building up fast, so fast you could barely catch up with your own breathing, slowly coming undone beneath him as you writhe, screaming out his name so loud you weren't surprised if you'd get at least 10 noise complaints from your neighbors. Oh wait.. that's right. This wasn't your house.

With a full body shudder, you felt the knot in your stomach completely burst, squeezing down hard on his pulsing cock as you squirted all over him and the bed below before slumping over and panting. What was I thinking of again?

Oh right, this wasn't my house. This... Wasn't my house?

... Oh. Right. It was his house. But only I didn't live here anymore.

It was only then you'd snap out of your daze, the door to the bedroom opening, your head snapping to look over at the door way. There stood a familiar woman, looking dumbfounded.

"Babe..?"

You were now his ex-girlfriend after all.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Getting deep in the self indulgence w this one chat

[moeblob]

Huevember 11

Karen and Rick but in the DND AU. (I just look at this and think 'Barbie learned eldritch blast' but ya know. Whatever.)

[astrobei]

take a little moment (find the right words)

“Wow,” Will breathes out, just on this edge of teasing. “You sound very confident about this.” “Well,” Mike shrugs, swallowing hard in a desperate attempt to soothe his very, very dry mouth, “I don’t know why someone wouldn’t be interested in you.” “Oh?” Will says, and it’s definitely teasing now, enough for Mike to feel himself turning warm, all down his neck and to the tips of his own – sadly unpatterned – socks. “Someone?” “Yeah.” Mike nods. Oh, god. This is fine. “In a very arbitrary sense of the word. Just– people. Someone.”

Mike is approximately ninety-eight percent sure that his feelings are requited. That last two percent, however, has really been throwing him for a loop.

for @wiseatom <3

[cockworms]

so I work two jobs, at an auto parts store and a cafe and I've noticed that people at the parts place think im a dude and the cafe customers assume im a girl its so interesting to see

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry if you've already mentioned but what (re?)ignited your love of comics/x-men/cherik? curious because there are so many different adaptations of them

i think im gonna speak for a few (or a lot of) people when i say that TL;DR the wolverine x deadpool movie that came out this summer is what pulled me back into comics and i COULD leave it there but i will go into excruciating and unnecessary detail instead because i love an origin story and i love oversharing.

under the cut tho because im nice sometimes (there's also wxdp doodles in here. if you want to see that)

ironically (and probably commonly), growing up i was more of an avengers kid. Kinda. Loosely <- binge watched the cartoons and movies and read copious amounts of comics and fics and i am hoarding fanart in my old dresser as we speak ok 'loosely' is a modest lie.

embarrassingly i remember getting into discus cause of captain america LMAO so yeah needless to say i was a Humble Fan- me joining my school's comic class/club didnt help either (shoutout to my teach from that she was the realest one out there for. A Multitude of reasons). she definitely is was inspires me to even draw still and make comics and i often think bout the tips i learned from her class tbh she was great

back to the movies t and comics tho, i got into em because my brother would offer to take me and that's how we'd hang out (i rarely saw movies in theaters and i even more rarely went anywhere as a teenager. still kinda like that today tbh ooops) and yk. it just snowballed after that.

my brother and i have always liked comics- he just more than me for a while (though he still very much loves comics and As We Know From My Posts we still talk about them whenever i see him To An Exhausting Degree)

durin then i was really into stony and i have a few surviving doodles i made but those are between me and god. and anyone who asks tbh LOL

'snap can you make this related to x-men again this is long' ok so fast forward to This Summer again I Still Don't Really See Movies but my brother offered to take me and this was the first time i'd actually seen an x-men movie in full

as a kid i only remember seeing the 'perfection' scene between erik and raven in first class while i was channel surfing. pretty sure i changed the channel after seeing mystique naked cause i was scared my parents would get mad at me if they caught me watching it LOL

BUT MOVING ON As A Kid i think it's also natural you'll sometimes watch 92 if it's on And I Did though evidently it didn't stick too hard (i do remember really liking beast and gambit though.... still do really): my knowledge of x-men was. INCREDIBLY sparse. like diabolically so so i didnt have too much expectations (aside from the fact i vaguely liked deadpool beforehand).

tbh i dont know why my bro never took me to see any of the x-men movies. it's not like he doesn't Also like x-men (90% sure nightcrawler's his favorite but my brother will be caught dead saying he has absolute favorites like that)- he owns a bitch load of deadpool comics/omnibus sets too (of which ive read over the years and reread this year) but Shrug moving on

Much Like Most Of The Internet i fell down the rabbit hole that way. i have some doodles i made a couple days after seeing WxDP that i now have an excuse to throw at all of you Look And Perceive

and so. As I Do. i got curious and told myself i'd binge watch all the x-men movies the week before i went back to school And Then I Did ft. My Brother Sometimes and then i said i'd binge watch all of '92 and And I Did That ft. My Brother Sometimes But Less So and now we're here. currently watching Evolution...

once i got to school i realized i lived near a comic shop and started getting into the comics that way (the first ones i got since going down this rabbit hole was Magneto Was Right!, The Resurrection of Magneto, and The Trial of Magneto. if you were curious !!!!! clearly i didnt care too much about context i just needed to see My Guy jelvejlkvj i have no regrets and Evidently ive read more since)

i'm pretty sure what dragged me into cherik specifically was the fact i saw a clip of The Famous ending to 92 where erik's aghast at the notion jean even has to question his love for charles. i think that was what officially had me refocus my lens on them: not a single poolverine thought after that LOL (all the cherik posting i saw on twitter definitely helped too but that was the nail in the coffin for any other interests i had: i was locked into cherik and x-men in general now)

that clip specifically, i was surprised at the fact they- frequently even- have the x-men franchise say erik loves charles and vice versa so bluntly. even if it's not meant to be romantic, i fear im just a fan of how casually the word's thrown around with them two and i got tender bout it all. Then Yk. i just live for the drama. the hilarity even. the sincerity .... they make me sick if i think of them too long so im gonna end it here

before i go tho ironically enough, the first x-men issue i owned was This one (story a this is that while stuck in some wacko dimension charles accidentally gets himself trapped in logan's mind while utilizing his astral projection. if you were curious). pretty sure i got it for free with another comic set i got years ago since our old comic shop loved to do that, but it's poetic aint it. maybe ill doodle something referencing it..

i should probably look into finishing this arc someday im Dummy curious to even know how it started and how it ends.....

[anonymphae]

hi i was tagged by @mackaronicheese and i am doing this so late oh well here are 9 books i look forward to reading in 2025 !!! tagging @windpoppy , @androgynousladyjellyfish , @averagesocialmediaenjoyer , @felgueirosa , @oleworm (no pressure!! i can untag you if you dont like tag games) and anyone else ☆

[turbulenthandholding]

Chapter 6 is up! And so is the chapter count again! (My current best guess is 8). This story will not release me from its grip and the amazing and wonderful @anxietycroissant is really the best mind-meld-bestie-enabler.

I am travelling for the next week and a half, so the next chapter may or may not be a couple of weeks out, depending on my prioritization of writing over sleep during that time.

[jinghengs]

i wholeheartedly, genuinely, cannot believe my quality of life has been increasing bc of a fucking gacha game

[chenyuvale]

maybe some 10hour minecraft solo would fix me

[wundrousarts]

Yesterday I watched Cartoon Saloon’s short “Screecher’s Reach”, and thought Daal’s hair was almost exactly like how I envision Mathilde Lachance’s hair, so I decided to try and draw her. Today I stopped cleaning up the sketch after about an hour because I got bored, so it’s going here.

[todayisafridaynight]

obsessed with the bullets from my 'physical impacts from 'gaming'' notes for class cause they all talk about violence and aggression an yeah that sure is a thing in videogames but have you considered ichiban deserves to enact a lil violence. just a bit. also he's the light of my life and the ray of sunshine in the dark and

[stephstars08]

I feel like I come up with more stories where Ethan isn’t ghostface than ones where he is ghostface….🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢 oops…..😬

[hexiewrites]

i may uh

i maybe am accidentally writing a ted lasso fic LOOK WHATEVER ITS FINE ITS TOTALLY FINE

[xxzapvanityxx]

today i have ordered all the needles and syringes and alcohol pads i will need. and tomorrow i will be able to put my money forward for my order of testosterone.... and then its just a matter of waiting. waiting for it to get here and start...