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simplydannie · 6 months ago

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@kais-va no angst as you asked lol this is one I did awhile ago but forgot to post it! (I scrolled through my account and I swear I didn’t see this one anywhere!)

The twins have been doing community service under the watchful eye of the Trolls. This time their service takes them to Vacay Island where a day off means a day in the sun… unfortunately, for Vennie, that’s doesn’t turn out so great.

It was really bright and really sunny day on Vacay Island. On top of that, it was very busy. Tourists have been swarming in left and right; tourists of all species.

On the beach near the water were 3 figures: two tall with green hair and pale skin, one little purple one no bigger than a tennis ball. Velvet wore a two piece golden suit and a large sun hat. Her long hair tied in a flamboyant ponytail, bangs curled around her forehead. Round sunglasses shaded her eyes and rose pink lipstick on her lips. Her brother was to her left. He wore golden trunks to match his sister and black round sunglasses. His hair wasn’t styled in his normal updo. Instead he let the water take its role, allowing his hair to sweep in a type of faux hawk near his eyes. He no longer wore his green lipstick to match his sister; this time he was his own man.

In between them lay a small little purple Troll sprawled out on a small beach chair. Green rectangular sunglasses blocked his eyes, a smile across his face. The three sighed in unison.

“This...” said Floyd.

“Is...” continued Velvet.

“Perfect.” finished Veneer.

The three lay with their arms behind their head as they soaked up the bright, smiling sun.

“...Wow! Revenue up 40%. Let’s get some more cheese melted for some more nachos! Let’s get those drinks up and ready. We got more coming in.!” Bruce’s voice trickled and boomed as he got closer to the trio. “Velvet, your idea of opening our doors to Mount Rageons everywhere was Sp-ec-tac-U- lar!”

A sly smile crossed Velvets lips, “I know, I know.” She beamed.

“Ahem.” Floyd coughed, lowering his sunglasses side eyeing her.

“I mean, you’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe a little less attitude, but better.” Floyd beamed.

“I really don’t know why I am going through this behavior intervention. It’s really pointless.” Velvet said.

“I don’t know, you seem more barable now... fun even.” Veneer smirked. Velvet grabbed her towel smacking her brother across the face.

“And you’ve became a more smart ass than usual... I hate it.” She sneered.

“Love you too sis.” Her brother laughed.

“This conversation is going a lot better than most-oooohhhhh wow.” Floyd took off his small sunglasses and gasped towards Veneers direction.

“What?” Veneer gaped. Velvet turned towards her brother for a good look…. She then bursted out laughing.

“Oh my god- what?...What? ...WHAT!?” His voice began to grow shaky and nervous.

“ I don’t know, you tell me. Can I have some grilled cheese with the that tomato soup sir?” Velvet said between laughs. Tears began rolling down her eyes as the laughter continued. Veneer gaped at her clueless.

“What?! Tell me!?” He begged. Before Floyd could respond Poppy and Branch joined the trio… their eyes going wide when they saw Veneer.

“Omg Vennie!” Poppy exclaimed, “Like red is definitely your color but not like this!”

Branch joined Velvet in laughter…. Which made Veneer even more anxious… Why is Branch laughing too? He thought.

“Dude, have you ever heard of “sunblock”?” Branch asked with a smirk on his face.

“Duh! Floyd gave me some!” Veneer desperately tried to look around for something to see himself on.

“ Which one? I gave you two, and one was NOT sun lotion.” Floyd declared. Velvet continued laughing handing her brother her mirror.

“Priceless.” She sneered.

Upon looking at himself.... he saw it. His cheeks were flushed red. The redness flushed his face, neck, torso…all the way down to his legs. Velvet was right, he looked like he had jumped in tomato soup.

“No, no, no, no, no!!” He stammered. He reached for his towel and wrapped his entire body... well as much as he could. “No one said anything!”

“Well I didn’t get a good look at you until now.” Floyd said, “you better put something on before it starts peeling.”

“Oh Vennie, youll be fine! It doesn’t look that bad.” Poppy tried to say.

“I look like a freaking tomato, Poppy!” Veneer said.

He eyes the beach from side to side: it was jam packed with people. Anyone could’ve of seen and anyone was going to see if he walked out of there... a red glowing stick.

“Vels hand me your towel!” He demanded.

“You have your own!” She exclaimed.

“Ya but yours is longer. Covers more. Pleeeeeaaase!” He begged.

“I mean there’s not MUCH to cover anyways.” She smirked as she laid back closing her eyes again.

“Velvet.” She turned to see Floyd standing up right with his arms across his chest. He lifted one eyebrow giving her a stern look.

“Uuuuggghhh. Boys are much more drama queens than girls are yknow. Here moron.” She tossed him her towel.

“Thank you!” Attempting to wrap himself like a burrito, Veneer stood up and made his way toward the resort.

Leaving his sunglasses on, he twisted and turned, avoiding any eye contact that he could.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Coming through.” He said as he weaved his way around the crowd. ‘Almost there, almost there’, he thought to himself..….

OOF.

He accidentally ran into a Vacationer carrying a tray of food and drinks. Veneer tumbled to the floor loosing grip of his towel.

“Sorry my dude… whooooaaaa.” The Vacationers eyes widened upon seeing Veneers red glowing skin.… Everyone there gaped as they saw him….everyone.

“No, no thats my bad!” Veneer desperately reached for the towel and wrapped himself up again. “Uuuh have a good day!” He ran…. He ran straight toward the room he was staying in.

Once inside he went straight towards his bed, burying his face into his pillow…. He was NEVER going to show his face after that again.

“Stupid Veneer.” He told himself as he buried his face deeper into his pillow.

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julysn · 5 months ago

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Hiii! <3 I love your work and it’s so good!! I was wondering if you could do P⭐️rnstar!Kyle headcanons? (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) And maybe y/n is also a p⭐️rnstar? You can skip this if you’re uncomfy!

𝓝otes ⋆ this is the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 request i’ve gotten yet 😭 i fw it. honestly i fw it. also first sp request oh my god!! everyone CHEERED and SCREAMED

anon can i tell u a secret. i wrote most of this while i was on the toilet SHITTING my guts and ngl it hurt. shhhh don’t tell anyone!!

OKAY I HOPE THIS SATISFIES YOUR.. CRAVINGS. you 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴. uh also most of these are like. sex related hcs i hope u don’t mind 😓

𝓘ncludes freaky shit obv, (probably) inaccurate depictions of the porn industry but the industry isn’t mentioned much, smutty stuff, pornstar!kyle x pornstar!reader, nsfw. obviously. if you couldn’t tell 😭

let me be honest w y’all. you know those freaky videos on twitter where the angle kinda sucks ass and it’s low quality? yeah. he be making homemade videos. does that make sense..

very vocal. need i say more?

okay i WILL say more. genuinely i think he has the prettiest moans ever, no matter bottom or top. shit sounds buttery, velvety, all the good words

switch, usually prefers to be dom/top. whenever he tops he can be kinda aggressive if you want him to be 😛

loves having music playing during sex. especially freaky shit (ex. closer by nine inch nails, mmmh by kai)

imagine that one scene in angels of passion (1986) where ulterior motives was playing in the back..: that but you and kyle.

he’s a slut for shower sex WHAAATT WHO SAID TJAT ?????

this is gonna sound insane i’m sorry. but 9.54 inches, light veins on his shaft, also he likes when you massage his balls.

this is so unhinged BYE LMFAAOOAOOO

his fav part about making the videos is getting the camera angled perfectly to show your pleasure. especially when you’re taking it from the back. the camera will be right in front of you and all your facial expressions will be visible to his fans <3

he prefers rough sex but whenever you ask for gentle sex, he’ll praise your ear off.

he’ll let you tie your hair into a ponytail (if your hair’s long enough) before sex. and during sex he’ll occasionally pull on it and lift your head to show the camera <3

aftercare king. he’ll give you a bath and shampoo your hair. maybe he’ll cook you a meal if he has enough energy to run around the kitchen. maybe the two of you will just cuddle and watch a movie. either way it’s adorable!

handcuffs. that’s all.

he likes pegging and anal whenever he’s bottom. he deeply enjoys taking it in the ass as you grab his hair. he likes it when you spank him lowk

cannot believe i typed that out bro 😭

kinda unrelated?? but he’s 100% sapiosexual. (basically he finds intelligence sexually attractive)

whenever he cums he throws his head back. it’s a habit of his <3

adores doggy style and 69ing 😓

#julysn #julia's headcanons ✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ #cherriepicked #south park #south park headcanons #south park hcs #sp headcanons #sp hcs #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #[💝] 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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karatekels · 1 year ago

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Hi I love ur blog and would love to make a request! I saw the list of smut sentences that u reblogged and this one really caught my eye for ck Terry🤭

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

I love how u write obliviously innocent readers so that aspect but mixed with the fact that reader was maybe once employed by the LaRussos🫢 terrys obsession with ruining danny gets to have a new outlet in his obsession with our sweet little reader. (Maybe Daniel finds out🤔)

Please feel free to take this wherever u want! I adore ur writing and ur creativity🫶

I really had a good time with this prompt, so thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you all enjoy! Part 2 (the day of the auction) is where the smutty stuff will come in, and it's here!

Also, I’ll take yet another opportunity to recommend green_essential’s fic in progress, “En Pointe” on Ao3 – it definitely fits the bill for this prompt as well, and maybe if I send enough of you her way she’ll update it because I’M DYING.

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A Better Offer - Part 1

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Strolling into the Valley’s branch of the LaRusso Auto Group, Terry Silver surveys the interior of the business with a calculated expression. In one of his perfectly tailored suits, his hair out of its signature ponytail – he didn’t want to draw attention – he looks far too wealthy to be standing in this kitschy dealership, but then, that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Knowing that Danny Boy was training his students at the dojo today, he had decided to take this opportunity to observe the man’s place of work. One’s job was often an excellent window into the person themselves, and Terry was looking for new ways to strike out at his rival. He briefly wonders what his profession says about him, before being brought out of his thoughts by the voice of a woman taking a group of men to task.

“I need you to take the 11 o’clock and 4 o’clock meetings today, Louie. I’m sorry if that ruins your plans, but take it up with the boss; maybe he’ll actuallylisten to you.”

The woman was quite short, not even coming up to the shoulders of most of the men surrounding her, even in her sensible heels, but she had a commanding presence, and the man called Louie mumbled an agreement, calling her “cuz” before leaving the group.

“Anoush, I need you to take care of the incoming shipments today; we’ve got a dozen open transport trucks coming over the next 48 hours. I’d do it myself, but someone needs to fill in for Daniel at his other meetings for today; I can’t ask Louie to do them all.” She dismisses him, turning to the two remaining men.

“And you two,” she begins, her hands on her hips as she glares at them. The men seem to shrink under her gaze, and Terry finds himself both amused and impressed. “Can I trust you to shuffle the lot around to make way for the new models? Quickly? Neatly?” The men nod sheepishly, keeping their eyes down, and scamper off out the door, leaving the woman alone with her clipboard, sighing heavily.

So you were the reason this place had been able to stay in the black. Terry had been wondering about that, seeing as LaRusso seemed to be popping up everywhere these days, clearly never at work. Interesting… And had that one man referred to you as a cousin? He knew the man, Louie, was related to Daniel from his research on his old rival after coming back to Cobra Kai, but hadn’t found anything about a woman like you. You looked to be in your early twenties, and you certainly didn’t look like a LaRusso, though you definitely had the same fire within you as Danny Boy. He wondered what would set you off, and what you knew, and decided to find out.

“Can I help you?” comes your voice, friendly yet firm, and he bites his tongue to keep from smiling.

“Oh, hello. I’m looking for Daniel LaRusso,” Terry says, his tone professional and radiating innocence. “My name is –”

“You’re Terry Silver,” you reply, and Terry finds himself momentarily taken aback. It wasn’t often that someone knew him better than he knew them. “I know who you are.”

Ooh, this may be harder than anticipated.

“Ah,” Terry sighs, trying his best to look wounded. “I see Daniel is still up to his…theatrics.”

You snort in response, and Terry’s mouth turns up in a smile, seeing that you were receptive to this line of criticism regarding your boss.

“You have no idea,” you mutter to yourself, before speaking up. “I’m sorry, but he’s not here. He’s far too busy plotting your downfall these days.” Terry laughs quietly, catching you smile in response and deciding that he quite likes how it lights up your face. Maybe this wouldn’t be as difficult as he’d thought…

“Yes, well, it’s a full-time job,” he says seriously, and you snicker. “But it seems like you’ve got things very well under control here. I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by you, Miss…” he pauses to look at your nametag, “L/N.” He takes a mental note of your full name, fully intending on having someone research your life’s history as soon as possible.

“Oh, well… thank you, Mr. Silver,” you say, seeming a bit flustered.

“You seem like you’re not used to compliments or even acknowledgements of your work. That’s a shame; most business owners would be over the moon with someone like you as their assistant.” Sure, he may be laying it on a bit thick here; he needed to get information out of you, after all. But the compliment was rooted in some degree of truth – he hadn’t seen someone so competent since Margaret.

“Really?” you ask, seeming skeptical.

“Indeed. You know, if you’re ever looking for a job that gives you a bit more credit, I’m always hosting some event or another. In fact, I’m looking for a coordinator for a charity auction for underprivileged children taking place in a couple of months, if you’d be interested…”

“The one for Eva Garcia’s charity?” you ask, excitement in your voice. Terry is surprised that you’ve even heard of Eva, wondering exactly who you are, and nods in response to your question, finding himself increasingly interested in you for more than just the intel you could provide about LaRusso.

“Yes, Eva is an old friend, and asked for a favour. I’m having trouble finding someone reliable to help me with the organization of the event; you seem like you would be more than capable of handling it, based on what I’ve seen of you this morning…”

“Wow…” you breathe, and he thinks he’s in for an easy victory, but then you bite your lip, your forehead creasing as you consider the ramifications of agreeing to work for him. LaRusso definitely seemed to be stressing everyone out with his vendetta against Cobra Kai. “I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Silver, but I’m not sure…”

“I understand your reluctance, Ms. L/N, I really do. I am the enemy, after all,” he jokes, giving you a cheeky grin. “If it allays your worries at all, this wouldn’t be a full time thing, or rather, it wouldn’t have to be. But I’d be happy to help you connect with other, less nefarious benefactors at the event so that you could wash your hands of me, if you’d wish to…”

You bite your lip again, this time to stave off a giggle, and he smiles down at you warmly. “Why don’t you talk to Daniel about it? It looks like he just walked in,” he suggests, sounding friendly.

You turn to look over your shoulder, and he follows suit, taking great glee in watching Danny Boy’s face as he takes in the two of you talking and laughing together. Smirking over your head, Terry winks at Daniel, smiling wolfishly and trying not to laugh; he can practically see the steam coming out of the other man’s ears. Terry puts a friendly hand on your shoulder, reclaiming your attention once more, and you smile sheepishly at him.

“Talk to him, and take some time if you need, alright? You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Better set himself apart from LaRusso as much as possible.

“I’ll leave you my card, alright? It’s got my personal number and address. If you decide you want to give this a try, just let me know. I’d love to work with you,” he enthuses, catching you fighting back a smile. “I’ll get out of your hair now, though – good luck with Daniel,” he says sincerely, his voice thick with implications.

Stepping around you, he makes to leave the dealership, waiting until you and Danny Boy were focused on each other before finding a place out of sight to sit, pretend to check his phone, and shamelessly eavesdrop. Time to watch the show.

--- Reader’s POV ---

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your confidence. You were a grown woman, you could ask your boss to have a civil conversation. Of course, most people weren’t employed by a close family friend; a family friend who was like a surrogate uncle to you, and who had become more than a little unhinged lately when it came to the whole karate thing.

Still, he owed you for practically running the damn dealership over these last few months. And he couldn’t exactly keep you from spending your own time how you wanted, right? Mr. Silver had presented you with an incredible offer, and you’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity, no matter what Daniel would have to say on the matter. And it looked like he would have a lot to say, you think to yourself as Daniel approaches you, a scowl on his face.

“Hey, Daniel!” you say, trying to start things off on a positive note. “I didn’t know you were coming in today!”

But Daniel wasn’t having any of your distractions. “Y/N, do you know who you were just talking to? Who that was? That’s Terry Silver, you have to stay away from that guy!”

“Oh, was it?” you ask, your face a mask of surprise. Better to play dumb, I guess.

“What did he want? What did you say to him?” You try not to get angry at the accusatory tone he’s using with you, like you’ve given out industry secrets or his social security number or something. You weren’t an idiot, and while you thought that Daniel was likely exaggerating more than a little bit about the lengths Terry Silver would go to when it came to his dojo, you didn’t plan on giving anything of importance away to the older man, no matter what opportunities he afforded you.

“We weren’t even talking about you, Daniel, calm down. He actually offered me a really amazing opportunity to help him put together a charity event, just as a side gig –” Daniel cuts you off with a snort.

“Yeah right. That’s not happening.” You feel your jaw drop. Sure, Daniel was very protective of you, but to outright forbid you from doing something was ridiculous.

“Excuse me?” you ask, insulted.

“You don’t honestly think I’d let you go work for that scumbag, do you?” he scoffs, and you start to see red. Family friend or no, boss or no, no one talked down to you like this.

“I’m not a child, Daniel, and more importantly, I’m not your responsibility,” you seethe, hardly able to believe he’s talking to you like this at all, let alone in the middle of work.

“I’ve worked damn hard for you to make sure that this place stays afloat, even after everything – do you know how many times I’ve had to cover for you? Sent someone else to deal with a client or dealt with them myself while you were off playing ‘kung fu warrior?’”

“ – Now, Y/N – ” he tries to interrupt, but he started this. The floodgates have been opened, and now you’re getting this off of your chest.

“And this whole time you’ve been acting like you’ve been doing me a favour, giving me this job! I don’t need your charity, Mr. LaRusso, and not nearly as much as you need me. Someone actually sees my value for once, and offers me the opportunity to move up in my career –”

“He’s just trying to take you away from me!”

“I’m not yours to be taken from! Do you really see the world like this, like the Sun and everything else revolves around you? Mr. Silver has done nothing to me but offer me a job – my dream job, working with people that I’ve always wanted to meet. Even if he was using me to hurt you, this is an opportunity to boost my career. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, or bruises your precious ego, but that’s only because you’re letting it! People don’t belong to you, Daniel. I don’t belong to you.”

“He’s going to hurt you –”

“How could he possibly hurt me more than you already have?” you ask, hating the shakiness your voice takes on. You were furious with Daniel, but you knew that he meant well and was just trying to protect you. Still, treating you like a child, like his child, was ridiculous, and to try to keep you from taking advantage of what Mr. Silver was offering you made your blood boil.

“The psychological torture alone –”

“I’m not some naïve kid he’s tricked with some flashy karate moves!” you scream at him, knowing that you were hitting a little below the belt, perhaps, but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this angry.

“He’s approached me – as himself, no disguises – and asked me to do this. It’s one job, and it could open so many doors for me – you know that, with all the events you and Amanda go to. Even if he his somehow trying to use me to hurt you, the least you could do is let me use him and benefit from this too! And if you can’t understand or respect that; if you can’t get over yourself, I quit.”

Your stomp off, leaving him in the middle of the dealership, looking shaken. Quickly, you collect your belongings from your office and leave without looking back. You didn’t want to lose your resolve, and seeing your surrogate uncle’s puppy dog eyes would definitely gnaw at your conscience.

Hopping in your car, you turn the key in the ignition, whipping out your phone and a certain business card. Adding the number to your contacts, you send a quick text message, and receive one promptly in return:

It’s Y/N L/N. Today work for a meeting? I can be there in half an hour.

Absolutely. See you soon.

With that confirmation, you peel out of the dealership, heading to the nicer neighbourhoods of L.A. and hopefully, greener pastures.

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“Ah, Ms. L/N. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show,” Terry says, greeting you as one of his staff leads you into an office. The space was well lit, open, and as comfortable as it was luxurious, nothing like the dank dungeon Daniel had had you imagining as you drove over.

“Sorry, I got held up at my former place of employment,” you reply, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. It wouldn’t do to carry over your feelings of resentment to this new job, especially not on the first day. Terry surveys you, clearly having picked up on your emotional turmoil, and gives you a comforting yet concerned look.

“What happened? I was under the impression that you were rather close to the LaRussos.”

“Daniel seems to think we’re closer than we are. He tried to lecture me, keep me from coming here and taking this job. So, I quit. But let’s not dwell on it and get to work.” You flop into one of the comfortable chairs in the office, determined not to let Daniel ruin this opportunity for you.

You take out a clipboard, tearing out pages regarding scheduling for the dealership with a great deal of irritation, and grab a pen, starting to brainstorm some things to ask your new employer about what he was envisioning for the event, trying to ignore the fact that your hand is shaking as you write.

“Are you alright, Ms. L/N? We don’t need to rush into this, there’s still plenty of time before the auction.” Terry has moved from his seat behind the desk and approached you, looking down at you, and you appreciate that his eyes hold only kindness, not judgement or annoyance.

“No no, it’s fine. I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me. And please, just call me Y/N.”

“Would it help to talk about it? It seems that this is all because of me; the least I can do is listen, if it would help –”

“I don’t know, Mr. Silver –”

“Call me Terry, Y/N,” he corrects you. You smile slightly at him.

“Terry. It’s not your problem to solve.”

He nods slightly, seeming to accept this, and takes a seat in the chair across from yours, leaning forward towards you, his long legs closing the distance between you.

“You know, I went to therapy years ago; decades now, I suppose, to help me work things out. I had a lot of anger, a lot of pain. What I found helped me the most was just voicing it out loud – getting it out in the open rather than letting things bottle up. I’m not saying that you need to share things with me, but I will say I’m more than happy to listen, Y/N.”

You look over at him, taking in his words and the way he’s looking at you with his kind blue eyes. No one had ever offered to just sit and listen to you before, and now this man that you’d be told to fear and despise was encouraging you to prioritize yourself over anything else.

“I owe a lot to the LaRussos,” you begin quietly, and he smiles warmly as you agree to open up, looking pleased with you. “He, Daniel, is basically a surrogate uncle to me; I’ve known him since I was little. He was really good friends with my dad, and our families did everything together. Him and Amanda helped our family when my parents got laid off, and when I came back here after my family moved to Texas, they set me up with my job. Well, my old job now, I guess…” you trail off, thinking about everything the family had done for you. Had you made a big mistake?

“It’s just…frustrating…feeling like you’re indebted to someone all the time. I’m very grateful to Daniel, but sometimes he comes across like he’s a godsend to everyone in his circle of influence, and that we’re all meant to be loyal soldiers for whatever fight he feels like taking on. I was happy to take on more responsibilities at the dealership for him while he was off doing… whatever he was doing, but he never even acknowledged my work. He didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t care until I told him I was wanting to take on this job with you, and even then it was only because he thought it was all about him and you taking him from me. Like there was no other reason why you could possibly want me to work for you…”

Terry considers what you’ve told him, looking at you thoughtfully. You’re not sure why, but you’re awaiting his response with bated breath.

“You are right, you know. I didn’t decide to hire you because I wanted to take you from Daniel. I merely wanted to offer you an additional opportunity since I was so impressed with what I saw of your work there. But it does seem quite evident from what you’ve told me that you were the lynchpin in keeping his business afloat. I’d imagine that Danny Boy feels very overwhelmed right now with everything going on, and now losing the person that was helping him keep everything together… I think I can understand why he’s reacting like this.”

You blink. “You’re saying that you agree with Daniel? Why? You hate each other!” Terry frowns at your comment.

“Is that what he’s said about me?”

“He hasn’t said much, but we were able to glean that from the pieces we’ve picked up and put together.”

“What exactly is the story you know?” he asks, seeming genuinely curious. You quickly summarize what you know: lying to Daniel as a kid, putting him through aggressive training that left him angry and with bloody knuckles, baiting him into fights and being all-in-all manipulative. Terry whistles lowly when you’ve finished.

“And you still agreed to come work for me?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten any vibes that you were psychotic – not yet, anyway,” you say teasingly, and his lips quirk in response. “Plus, I’ve always believed that everyone should be evaluated on their own merit. You’ve been nothing but kind to me so far, and I have no reason to believe you’d be lying about the job – oh, jeez, the job! We haven’t even gotten started yet!” you exclaim, feeling horribly unprofessional.

“I consider laying the foundation of trust with the people I’m working with to be a very important part of work, Y/N,” Terry says, not seeming at all bothered by how your meeting has gone so far. “Still, if you’re worried about the time we’ve spent so far, perhaps we could talk about the auction over dinner?”

“D-Dinner?” you stammer, suddenly feeling nervous. Terry picks up on this, and works to reassure you immediately.

“Nothing untoward, Miss L/N, I assure you,” he says smoothly. “I merely thought we could save time and discuss things a bit longer together without working you into the ground. I’d prefer to work here, as this is where the event will be taking place and I want you to be familiar with it, but if you’d feel more comfortable at a different venue, we can of course go somewhere else.”

You think over his offer, a lot of other thoughts coming to mind as well. You felt you could trust Terry to keep things professional, though you do feel a slight hit to your ego at the thought that he didn’t see you as a romantic prospect. He was an incredibly attractive and charming man, and even though you also wanted your relationship to be a professional one, being dismissed as an option – even as kindly as Terry had just done – stung.

“Dinner here would be lovely, Terry, thank you.”

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In the weeks leading up to the auction, you visited Terry’s estate regularly, at least three times a week, and were in constant communication with him over the phone or emails. You had developed a good professional relationship and worked well together, putting together what looked to be a very successful event. During your time together, you had formed a friendship with the man as well; your dinners together were now largely about learning about one another rather than discussing the auction, and you found that despite the age difference (as well as all of the other differences) you had quite a lot in common. You had no close friends or family in the Valley at the moment, still on the outs with the LaRussos, and apart from the senseis involved with Cobra Kai, Terry didn’t seem to have anyone here either. You had both come to appreciate your time together, free of karate drama or anything else, and talking to him about anything and everything had quickly become your favourite pastime.

The auction was taking place the next day, and while you were excited for it, you were also dreading the thought of the event being over. You knew that you had developed quite the crush on Terry, and while you weren’t going to act on it – he had made the boundaries of your relationship very clear, that first day – the thought of not having a reason to talk with him everyday had your heart aching already. You know that Terry had said he’d be happy to work on projects with you in the future, nothing was guaranteed. All you could do was make sure that everything was perfect tomorrow, so that maybe Terry would want to keep you around as much as you wanted to be there.

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #sensei targaryen #hooray for requests

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bossymarmalade · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on the women of Homicide?

Amazing. As per usual for this show, they were varied and complex and not always likeable. In fact there were a few I distinctly DIDN'T like.

But let's start with Kay Howard. Remember when they stopped putting makeup on Melissa Leo and just let her hair do what it wanted, to match her perfect clearance rate? Remember how she wore sports jackets and pleated trousers and looked like somebody's small female uncle? I mention her appearance bc it was important in conjunction with how Kay took no prisoners but at the same time she showed interests in keepsakes, and family, and getting laid. She sometimes went out of her way to support other women and sometimes didn't seem to care. She liked talking about sex with her fellow detectives and somehow managed to hit a sweet spot where it was like they were talking man-to-man except she wasn't a man. It was great.

Megan Russert - UGGGGHHH. I think one of the show runners said they wanted a "fuckable" woman on the show? Anyhow Meghan was a pick me with her satin blouses and her coiffed hair and the way she said nonsense like how she wanted to be "the best detective not the best WOMAN detective" and thought it was idk 'tokenistic' or something to support other women in the department. She sucked. Her kid sucked. Her affair with Beau sucked.

Special mention: Barbara Shivers. I love u girl <3

Even MORE special mention: Emma Zoole. A Chinese-American woman with an obsession for death art who slept in a coffin and fucked Bayliss in said coffin!?? I loved Emma Zoole beyond all reason and only partially because she was played by the marvellous Lauren Tom.

Julianna Cox was so good. Aloof standoffish M.E. with wounds a mile wide, who decides to gravitate towards the OTHER walking wound on the squad and then we got to watch her and Mikey eviscerate each other without even realizing it? Fantastic. She was no ordinary shiksa. Blew into town in her hot rod and left the same way. Iconic.

Terri Stivers - loved her. I liked her energy with Kellerman and the ever-mysterious referring to him as "Sir Michael"; I liked that she entered the Luther Mahoney mess from an 'outsider' perspective and Meldrick was fascinated AND put off by her. I love that she got embroiled in it and did a complete 180 on Kellerman that I didn't understand the full importance of then but I sure as fuck do now.

Georgia Rae Mahoney was a classic sort of antagonist and completely out of stereotype. Possibly a lesbian? I could never quite figure her out and I loved that.

Laura Ballard ... look I wanted to like Ballard. I like Callie Thorne and she was kinda fun but she suffered from New Character Shows Up Your Beloved Existing Characters syndrome. It was especially irksome that it was in a ham-fisted storyline where Pembleton was lax in investigating a prestigious black family just because they were a prestigious black family to the point of ignoring evidence. And then they gave Ballard that juvenile office romance with Falsone. It was just tedious. But not as much as --

Rene Sheppard! I can't be fair to her because I didn't think the actor was very good so I tuned out or fast forwarded most of Sheppard. She got beat down gun took. Her ponytails looked punishingly tight.

Billie Lou -- god please why

Mary Pembleton made the greatest potato salad in the entire world full stop.

#chromatic geeky #homicide life on the street

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago

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The loved & the forgotten pt21

Part 20 here

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Kaidan: *walks into the kitchen to find Taliesin dressed and brushing his hair back into a ponytail* It’s our new friends- oh good you’re wearing pants.

Taliesin: I-fjh- SHHUSH YOU! Don’t say that out lou- oh! Lord nerevar hello! Councillor dagoth welcome um- to our- home? Vacation home? What do we call this-

Kaidan: well right now I suppose it’s home. *pulls out some chairs at the table* Ava seat breakfast is nearly ready.

Nerevar: *smiles and sits down* thank you, we came by the tavern looking for you all but got redirected here. We were quite confused because well- yesterday this house was inhabited by the Severin family…

Taliesin: Ah. That, well-

Kaidan: no point in keeping it secret. That sneaky second councillor snuck by us, went to our Vivienne and asked him to deal with a bunch of assassins out to kill councillor Morvayn. Turns out this Severin lot were from a clan called Hlaalu and were angry for some reason. Vivi dealt with it when he was supposed to be focusing on himself and now we’re here.

Nerevar: I take it you’re upset with Adril Arano then. But Vivienne has done a great thing for ravenrock and house redoran yet again. I’ll see to it he’s rewarded further beyond just this dwelling.

Kaidan: I- oh. U-um, thank you, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.

Taliesin: *sits breakfast out for them all as Lucien, inigo, and sero enter* Good morning, sleep well?

Sero: *limping and trying to hide his hickeys* oh yes. *stands awkwardly in the doorway to shield the vague shadow of Geldis as the other dunmer quickly pulls on his boots and books it out of the manor to the netch* juust fi- Oh! Hello lord nerevar- cA- *coughs* and lord dagoth I- I’ll go make myself more presentable*

Inigo: *snickers watching him go before walking to and sitting at the table* good morning new friends! What brings you to our friends new home?

Nerevar: Ah- well-

Voryn: *reaches into his bag and pulls out the mask of Vivec placing it on the table, the lacquered ash cast still coated in the dried blood of Sen Dres* The good daedra have asked us to bring Vivienne to the temple… The remnants of vivec will be destroyed… and I believe they wish to attempt to remove the mark left by the prince of rape.

Everyone: *goes silent* …

Vivienne: *soft voice coming from the hall as he wakes up alone and confused forgetting where he is in that post deep sleep delirium* Kai?… Tali?… *shuffles into the kitchen, his long night shirt covering him down to his knees and soft white hair all messy as he rubs his eyes* taliesin? Kaidan?… where are yo- *pauses seeing Nerevar & Voryn sitting there*

Nerevar: *blushing at how cute he is*

Voryn: *looking calm but unable to hide the slightly darker tint to his cheeks, inwardly screaming over how unfairly cute he looks*

Vivienne: … *shyly steps behind the doorframe* am I in trouble?…

*a few hours later*

Vivienne: *seated in the temple, his friends and loved ones outside, unable to enter and be with him and leaving him in the care of nerevar & voryn* I-is… it going to hurt?…

Nerevar: *kneels down in front of the alter placing the mask of vivec on the shrine* hopefully not…

Voryn: You’ve rejected your past incarnation and he dies with this action… You may hold his memories, walk in his body, and speak with his voice… but this will remove any connection beyond that to you in its entirety… you may enter the realm of the good daedra as yourself, or… *gestures to the mask* as vivec.

Vivienne: *blinks looking up at him then at the mask, before seeing the gauntlets nerevar is wearing, and the blade and the hammer* … I- *holds his head remembering them- the heart, his eyes as he stared up at him with fear, pain and betrayal, and how he begged him to to let him hold voryns hand as they tortured him in his last moments* Ugh- *slumps forward* destroy it- get rid of him- I don’t want anything to do with him!

Voryn: *gently sits him upright and strokes his hair from his face in a gesture Vivi found oddly uncharacteristic of the up until now, cold, blunt dunmer* shhh, so it shall be… *sits behind him and adjusts his posture and positioning before doing the same himself* He’s ready. Neht…

Nerevar: *nods and picks up the hammer named sunder with a trembling hand so out of place against his usually confident exterior, like he was aware of something horrible vivienne was not* very well… *picks up the blade named keening and grips it tightly, holding it ready* …

Voryn: *leans forward, ready to lunge forward at a moments notice in case nerevar fails, trusting he won’t, but knowing neither of them can risk what’s coming* do it… my moon and star… set him free from this cursed fate… return vivec to the mountain…

Vivienne: what-

Nerevar: *slams the hammer down on the mask smashing the ashen cast to pieces and holding keening ready only for… nothing* what?

Voryn: I-… *gets up and walks to nerevar in confusion, staring at the mask to see it laying in ruin, no magic, no energy, no remnants of vivec in any way shape or form* what- how- if… *looks back to vivienne and walks to him standing him up and feeling his heartbeat* …

Vivienne: what’s wr-

Voryn: Shh.

Vivienne: *pouts at being shushed, not liking being silenced* … *looks to nerevar to see him removing the gauntlets and staring at the mask in bewilderment*

Voryn: your heartbeat is still with mine… with the mountain but… I don’t… understand, the mask is destroyed you should be freed. We did the same for seht and Alma I don’t-… If you denied Vivecs reincarnation he should be bound to it…

Vivienne: I… don’t know what to tell you… my only real memory of vivec where I saw him with my own eyes was after he gave birth to me… he cut my umbilical cord, he held me and the longer he held me the more sickly and tired he looked… he was bleeding out from the birth and I watched him die.

Nerevar: … *walks to them and slides his hand over voryns, holding it to Vivienne’s heartbeat with a sad smile* his last act was a good one… he didn’t make you to be him… he made you to be better than him… *looks back at the mask remnants* then up at voryn* I think… he returned to the mountain a long time ago… and left his gifts with his gift to us. *gestures to vivienne*

Voryn: Gift to us?… *looks to the younger mer, seeing a familiar pain in his eyes for the first time, one from walking with a face and a name that was not his own, but holding onto his humanity despite it* …Our Vivienne… *slides his hand from his chest and gently places it on his hair, stroking it softly* I suppose… you are, better than Vivec.

#voryn dagoth #indoril nerevar #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #Lucien skyrim #teldryn sero #vivec #nerevar #skyrim

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zannolin · 8 months ago

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For fic ask game: 16, 39

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

hhhhhahahahha. um. too many. too many to begin to list. at any given time i contain multitudes. like 10 minimum for each thing i'm Actively into. i am actively writing three right now (one beyonders, one cobra kai, and one stranger things, though that might count as one and a half because it's two fics that are intertwined? eh) and i have about four or five others just waiting on the back burner in the outline stage. we shan't speak of what's in the freezer or the pantry or the cabinets. the cobra kai one is basically if the chop shop fight in s3 went Less Good for johnny and he and daniel were stuck together for longer instead of them fighting each other and johnny getting to run off after.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Mike Wheeler. Michael goddamn Wheeler. In a gay bar. In the same gay bar as Will. Getting chatted up by some guy in chinos and grinning as he runs a hand down Mike’s arm. Will feels— Will has no idea what he feels, actually. Like he’s going to pass out from shock, maybe. Like he needs more than just the one drink for sure. Like he might scream or kick something or lie down and die on the spot. Mike Wheeler, with the ponytail, in the gay bar—that’s how the police report will read for cause of death. That would be how he goes out, huh? Because no matter what Will does, his life keeps circling back to his childhood best friend who never fucking loved him back.

forcing you all to consume byler content because i need to talk about estranged childhood friends forever and ever. and also bc i know none of you will read it when i post it so i will make u read it here.

get to know your fic writer!

#answered asks #anonymous

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noramoons · 2 years ago

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yk how hyukas unfazed by most things like unflustered by aegyo and shit imagine the members have a thing where they try to fluster him and it never works until the reader, hyukas gf, walks in doing a mundane thing like putting her hair into a ponytail and suddenly hyukas flustered like FLUSTERED LIKE LOOKS AWAY BC HES RED TYPE SHIT bc only his gf could have that kind of effect on him and the other members are like AY?? 👁👁😟 yeah if u could write a cute lil thing abt that thatd be great thx

AHAHA omg this is a very cute prompt…i do love the idea of hyuka’s s/o being the only one to make him a lil flustered and then being IMMEDIATELY clowned for it by the rest of the group hehehe that feels very real 💀

idk if you meant for this to be a “request” per se but i did want to let you know that my requests are closed just in case! i would definitely love to write for txt more in the future tho omg especially kai bc there is such a Drought of content focused around him?? which i don’t rlly get but once i get through all my ateez wips im definitely planning on circling back to some more txt content 🥳

#beck answers 💌#ohmahgods

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voids-colourful-creations · 4 years ago

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I coloured my favourite frame from the joke animatic I did the other day. Athena is fun to draw. =).

#ace attorney #athena cykes #kizuki kokone #kokone kizuki #gyakuten saiban #so proud of myself for remembering her jp name #athena i love u but i stg ur ponytail sucks lh #i wanna colour and shade more pixel art but i don't wanna do the line art fjkljds #if ur reading the tags here's a rad secret #i plan on doing another animatic next #thats not done in pixel art ;)#oh and i wanna do the request i got for palette swapped kay #if u requested that i got it and i swear i plan to do it #inspiration is hard #also gonna do some more stimboards i think #send stimboard requests i beg

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clambuoyance · 2 years ago

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HI HELLO I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT YOU ARE SUPER DUPER COOL AND YOUR ART MAKES ME HAPPY STIM !!!!!!!! Literally love seeing your posts, sometimes i come back just to look at em <33333

Do you have any specific hcs you wanna drop about the ninja? I love hearing design interpretations ppl are always so creative !!

HIIII THANK YOU SO MUCHHH 🥹😖💜💜

Sorry it took me forever to get to this but Um here random things in my brain when I draw them…my hcs r ever changing and I’m sorry my handwriting is so illegible

In summary:

Jay- round oval features, freckles that became more prominent post s8, grew out his curly hair post s8, wears a scarf, has heterochromia, eyebrow slit is probably from an invention gone wrong in the junkyard, I think he’s wasian and like maybe his mom was Korean

Zane- long rectangular features but still soft w angles here n there, icy blue eyes, undercut and showing robot form more post s8, blasian bc dr julien was blasian and idk I think the whole gang is partly asian

Kai- supppper sharp triangle features, sharp spiky hair that gets softer post s8 bc he uses a diff gel or stops using gel idk idk, somehow got a scar before s8, other eyebrow notch is bc of a blacksmith burn, half Chinese half Puerto Rican and this is mostly bc of movie Kai yelling fuego lol

Nya- opposite features of Kai so she is very round in comparison, bobcut and bangs then grows out hair into a tiny ponytail for s8, side bangs are supposed to be like…tear dropped shaped or remind you of wavy water idk idk like how Kai is supposed to remind u of fire

Cole- blocky square face, swoops big long hair, but ties it up and uses a headband post s8, still has a ghost scar which sometimes he switches which side his bangs are on if he wants to show it off or not, Um i have two friends one who hcs him as Filipino and the other as Indian and I like both a lot T-T

Lloyd- tousled short hair and he has dark hair roots (The more he grows it out the more depressed he is /j). I hc he’s both Chinese and Japanese but mmm idk I’m not set on anything

#clam answers #clam draws #ninjago #clamjago

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sanzuslover · 3 years ago

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SO MEAN

pairing : quanxi x reader

WARNINGS : NFSW, public sex, humiliation, submissive reader, cheating¿?, possessive behavior, sex toys…and a lot more…

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

quanxi was so mean to you, she knows it too but she chooses to ignore it because it amuses her, she likes playing with you so today you chose to play with her.

you were talking to this cute girl you had met some months ago, she had added you on social media and you added her back after you saw how gorgeous she looked.

so you both ended up becoming “friends” and have been planning to meet up somewhere and today you did, she was wearing a dark red suit and her black glowy hair was tied up in a messy ponytail.

you on the other hand were wearing a very short white dress and some grey high heels for shoes, your hair was out, long and healthy and glowing.

you had noticed she- yuhi, looked slightly bothered, you looked up to her and shyly smiled as you went to ask her a question.

“is everything okay? am i being annoying or something?” you say.

“no, no, no, not at all!” yuhi replies and you nod.

“ ��kay i just wanted to know if something happened” you say.

“mhm, thanks for worrying” she says, you nod again.

ding! your phone rang, you apologized to yuhi and stood up from your seat as you went over to the bathroom to answer your phone.

“hah? why is quanxi…calling me?” you say out loud.

“hey…(name)…you’ve been bad.” quanxi tells you as she comes to place herself behind you. her hot breath hit your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“q-quanxi! you s-scared me!” you yelled out to her but she just covered your mouth with her hand.

“hmp! ahk” you tried to talk but quanxi then turned you around and shushed you with a kiss, her and your saliva mixed together.

quanxi then locked the bathroom door and pushed you against the wall, she started kissing and nibbling on your neck.

“q-quanxi when did you get h-here!” you rapidly whisper, quanxi chuckles and doesn’t answer you.

she was being mean, again…you hated how she could easily have you whenever she wanted and how she never took you seriously.

you remember when you first told her you were leaving her and she just laughed in your face and walked off. she was so but so crue-

“HAHH! Q-QUANXI I-I W-WAIT” you desperately say when you feel something entering your hole.

quanxi had taken off your panties to put a vibrator up your pussy and turned the unholy device on, you were now putting your arms over her shoulders and grabbing on her.

“hmm, what were you saying darling?” she asks you, but you just moan into her ear.

“huh? i cant hear you” she asks again this time with a more serious tone.

“i-i sowy, i-i mewsed up i k-know” you cried out.

quanxi pulled out the vibrator out of you and slapped you, she had slapped you so hard that you swore you had to be at least bleeding a bit.

“q-quanxi, s-sorry i promise i didn’t i-i didn’t mean t-to-!” you tried explaining but she just lifted your dress up to your stomach and pushed you to the ground.

she positioned you so your back was against the wall and you were in a somehow sitting position, she opened your legs and locked her dark ones with yours.

“bad girls deserve punishments…you know that don’t you (name)?” she questioned as she awaited for your answer.

you instead went silence and didn’t know what to say or do. you went to open your mouth but immediately regretted that decision as quanxi’s hand came in touch with your pussy.

your slick, wet, pretty pussy…quanxi had slapped it…it felt both bad and good…so very good, quanxi noticed your face and she did it again.

all you could now hear was quanxi’s hand slapping and playing with your pussy, you moaned and moaned and moaned.

“q-quanxi b-ba” you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence as quanxi stripped you out of your dress, as if she owned you.

“(name)…darling, you deserve more than a simple punishment” quanxi told you as she started sucking on your tits.

“mmhm- hmp! ah…aahh” you couldn’t help but let out moans.

she left dark and harsh hickeys all over your neck and collarbone and boobs…even on your stomach.

quanxi looked at her work, she was proud you were all hers and only hers, she and everyone knew it too.

“go ahead cry and beg for me…you thought i didn’t know you were out?” quanxi told you as she started fingering you.

“A-AGHH mmmh w-whaaa ahhh” you could only reply.

“i followed you and her here, you were trying to get back at me for leaving you but you just don’t understand” she said.

“ah u-understand whaa mmhh” you say.

“(name)…i love you okay? sometimes i dont show it but i really do.” she said and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“hm r-really ah” you say and look at her through thick eyelashes.

“…yes, yes really.” quanxi replies and quickness her pace.

she began slapping your pussy with her left hand as she fingered you with her right hand. you felt so good it should be illegal.

“i-i love you q-quanxi! s-soweyyyyyy AHHH HMMP HAA-“ you said and moaned as you finally came.

your sticky cum was all over quanxi’s fingers, you looked up to her, your face flushed and lashes long wet with tears, hickeys on your body, legs quite literally shaking.

“i love you too baby” quanxi said as she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“i-i n-need to-“ you went to say but quanxi grabbed your arm and pulled you out the bathroom.

you were shocked, tears threatening to fall, legs shaking, breathing heavy and stuttering. you looked to quanxi but she just looked somewhere else.

she was ignoring you again, she must have love ignorance you thought to yourself as you started crying and hugging on her, feeling betrayed.

you and quanxi passed by yuhi and she was even more shocked than you…quanxi flashed her a mean look that could literally kill someone.

you and quanxi got into the car finally and you were sitting on her lap, she told you too, so why is she mad that your cum had stained her designer pants?

“tsk (name) really?” quanxi asked as she aggressively went and pulled on your sensitive nipples.

your back arched and you could swear you felt her smile, she will always be mean to you, but thats what you like about her, righ-

“darling, your punishment isn’t over.”

#quanxi #quanxi x reader #csm quanxi #female reader #csm smut #possession #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut #quanxi csm #makima

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