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whatudottu · 2 months ago
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Me and a few friends started a supposed-to-be weekly drawing activity and I whipped this out :P
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wordy-little-witch · 5 months ago
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The Buggy Adoration -> Clown Lover -> clown kink pipeline is real send help I'm screeching
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evargva · 1 year ago
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in fact, a song about happy days resonates most strongly in my heart and life, I would like to share some art and sketches
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moldypoff · 12 days ago
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HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!
You are a lil space clown!!
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
I’m a lil space clown!!
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battymommastuff · 9 months ago
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The Greatest Show
Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily
Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City
Part 1 Masterlist
(P/N): Performer Name
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!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.
The rumbling from the red and white tent could be felt from outside. The cheers of the crowd as Haly's circus put on what they felt would be their best show yet. Everything from the elephants standing on their back legs to the clowns hitting each other with bowling pins. You were peeking from the little opening that led backstage. Many of your fellow performers were either stretching in preparation for their performance, or were relaxing after theirs. You were currently waiting alongside your two closest friends, John and Mary Grayson. The acrobatic duo who recently combined their act with yours. The stakes were higher, but it left the crowd in complete awe. You were one of the fire eaters. You were a younger member of the circus, but had quickly become a fan favorite. 
You were beautiful, and highly skilled at your art. Swallowing fire like water, and twirling torches around without burning you or anyone else. The skill you possessed was outstanding, and Haly never let you forget that. He took you in when you needed help the most, and he made you a star. You would forever be in debt to him. 
"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Mary asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. You jumped then turned towards her. She and John had just finished their stretches and decided to check on you. From the moment you arrived, they took you under their wing. Teaching you the do's and don'ts of the circus as well as giving you a place to sleep so you didn't have to bunk with the others in their crowded space. Though you quickly earned a little tent of your own after your spike in popularity. 
"Yes, I'm alright..." You said, with a small smile, "But what about you? Should you be performing in your condition?" You asked while looking down at Mary's stomach. She was currently one month pregnant, and the entire circus doted over her. Everyone was so excited to have a new member of their family. Whoever this kid was going to be, you just knew you would love them unconditionally. Mary reassured you for the millionth time that she would be alright before she and John were ushered up a small ladder that led to the top of the tent. You, on the other hand, were standing by the curtain, waiting for Haly to announce you. 
"And now...our next performance needs no introduction...you know them...you love them! The Flying Graysons! Featuring our star Fire eater (P/N)!" 
As soon as you heard your name, you ran out. Instantly lighting your torch and twirling it around while taking a sip of alcohol. You spat the liquid at the flame causing it to poof into the air as soon as Mary did a flip in the air and caught John's arms. 
Nothing could ever satisfy that rush in your heart. The thrill of the crowd's reaction to your tricks. The high it gave you was better than any drug. Here you were, twirling two flaming torches in your hand as you watched above you. John and Mary Grayson were flying through the air. No one knew who to watch first. The couple who seemed to defy gravity, or the woman who could eat fire. Even with them in the air and you on the ground, everyone could see the chemistry you had. It's why your combined act never failed. With a big smile, you leaned back while lowering one of the torches towards your mouth. The crowd watched in awe as the fire went into your mouth. You popped your head back up with the extinguished torch in your hand. Tossing it to one of the helpers, you lifted your now free arm in the air while twirling the other torch in your hand. 
John, swooping down picked you up and you were now in the air. An act practiced hundred of times. His legs holding onto the trapeze as you both circled around the tent, the torch never falling from your hand. 
Your act was truly amazing, and it seemed to catch the eye of a certain crowd member. Bruce Wayne. Growing up, he loved to visit the circus with his parents. After their death, he avoided anything to do with it. Now he was back, but under different circumstances. For a while he'd been investigating the circus. He recently found old notes left by his father. The Court of Owls. A secret society of the Gotham elite. Their goal is to rid the city of crime, by any means. He wasn't surprised to know that his father had come in contact with them, but was surprised to see the theory that Haly's circus was a front. The members were training to be potential Talon members. The Court's lethal assassins. The circus always seemed to favor Gotham. Their stop here would last weeks while other stops would last days. Most of their members were young, and always seemed to vanish from the show after a while. He was here to find out the truth, and put a stop to it. At least he hoped he could. It was difficult to fight a conspiracy that his father barely had proof on. 
Despite his goal, he couldn't bring himself to move from his spot. You were gorgeous. He had a genuine smile on his face while watching your act. He's seen fire eaters before, but something about felt different. You didn't seem corrupt or up to no good. You looked as if you truly loved what you were doing. Maybe he could recruit you? Having inside knowledge would be beneficial. 
Your act went on, and you left the circle with loud cheers. Your heart was racing so fast, it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. John and Mary arrived shortly after with large smiles of their own, "You did amazing!" You squealed while hugging them both. You were new to the acrobatic world, but had the best teachers in the world. 
After the show ended and everyone turned in for the night, you were sitting outside of your tent. Your throat is slightly irritated from the alcohol, but nothing too bad. Luckily tomorrow was an off day for the circus. You could rest a little before practice. It was a peaceful night, and you were happy to relax in it. At least until a deep and intimidating voice nearly scared the skin off of you. 
"(Y/N) (L/N)? We need to talk."
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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 5 months ago
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lips of an angel
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pairing: married! leon x marriage counselor! reader
cw: infidelity, p in v, oral, over-usage of 'good girl', regret, leon is an asshole (like, he's really a dick), reader is also not a good person (so, hopefully it's ooc for u lol), not proofread enough
summary: leon is married to ashley (she deserves better) and he cheats on her with reader who is the marriage counselor
a/n: based on a reddit post lol. also, it's time for us to admit that lips of an angel is such a fucking good song and leon would listen to it. (imagining this is id! leon and that song came out around that time so actually it's perfect. anyway, bye)
wc: 2.7k
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It starts like many horror stories do: with a knock at the door. He's tall, dark, and handsome, standing in the doorframe. Except not that dark, not very tall at all, but incredibly handsome and you've come to find over the sessions you've spent together that his looks are your weakness. His weakness is you. And many other women. Including his wife, who usually attends these sessions, but tonight, he comes alone. Maybe it's the rain that's beating down on the windows - thought it should sound like a warning - that makes you feel sympathetic enough to let him in when you know you shouldn't.
You let him sit on your couch, but make him hang up his leather jacket on the coat rack so he doesn't ruin the furniture. So you can see his biceps better. And his forearms when he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. The first two buttons are already undone, but that's how he always dresses. You know this because you spend too much time looking at him. What does his wife wear? Skirts? Dresses? Pantsuits? She could wear a goddamn clown costume to every session and you'd be none the wiser because you're staring at her husband like he's a piece of meat.
"Not that I'm unhappy to see you, but why are you here?" you ask him. "Your appointment isn't until Wednesday."
"I'm having marriage troubles. I thought you might be able to help."
It's in the job title: marriage counselor.
"Where's Ashley?" It's a loaded question, and the gun is pointed at your entire fucking career.
"She couldn't come. Plus, I don't think she'd like to know about these problems I'm having."
You take a deep breath, contemplating absolutely nothing because you've already made your choice. You made your choice months ago when you had your first appointment with the Kennedys.
“Remember when I said I had a history of cheating?”
“I do. Has this become a problem again?”
“Not exactly,” he says with a slight chuckle that you later find is ironic in nature. “But I’ve been having thoughts…”
“Are these thoughts sexual?”
“Very.”
“Have you tried taking care of it yourself?” You make a hand gesture to signal ‘if you know what I mean’ and pray he knows what you mean so you don’t have to say the words ‘jerk off’ explicitly.
“Yes, but it hasn’t worked.” He looks directly into your eyes when he says it.
"Are these thoughts about a specific person?"
"Yes." 
His answers, which are limited to only a few words at a time, make you feel like you're shaking up a magic 8 ball, and the blue goop reveals a die that has little to say beyond 'It is certain', 'My sources say no', and 'Try again later'. 
“Is there a way you could distance yourself from this person so you don’t have any potential ‘slip ups’?” you ask.
“Sure, but I’d have to stop counseling if I did.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Kennedy-”
“Leon.”
“Right. Leon, I’m not trying to be presumptuous, but are you insinuating that these thoughts are about me?”
“That they are.” His smile gives you a golden star-shaped sticker for guessing correctly.
You give him a scowl. "I'll set you up with a new therapist, then."
“Let me ask you something,” he says, leaning forward, staring right into your soul. “Are you attracted to me too?”
“I’m not comfortable answering-”
“That’s not a ‘no’. Is it?”
You try to wipe the look of shock arousal off your face.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to admit it. I remember you asking a lot of questions about my sex life, especially the parts that don’t involve my wife, and getting visibly flustered when I answered them.”
“Of course I asked questions like that. I’m a therapist. It’s what I do. I’m sorry if you-” 
You should ask him to leave, separate yourself before you explode in frustration. Getting defensive is not a healthy way to argue. You know this. You've told him this.
“If I remember correctly you asked me about how I touch myself, when I do it, if I watch anything.” He doesn't wait for a response from you, but it wouldn't have come anyway. “And, the whole time you were sitting there chewing on your pen, pretending not to imagine it. And then writing it down in a hurry, making sure you got down every little detail.” He taps on your pad of paper.
“Can I see this for a moment?” He snags it from the table beside you and flips through the pages. Without thinking, you leap forward and try to snatch it from him, falling into his lap.
The embarrassing part is when he lifts you off of him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“It’s highly confidential!”
“Mr and Mrs. Kennedy,” he begins to read imitating your voice.
“Enough.” You use your sternest voice with him - which is far from stern.
“It says right here that Mr. Kennedy is 'a total dick’ but ‘totally fuckable’.”
“It does not!”
“You’re right. It doesn’t. But you were thinking it. Weren’t you?” He looks up with a smile on his face that’s both charming and cruel.
"I'm not playing whatever game you're trying to play with me right now, Leon."
It's the devil's edition of 20 questions, it seems.
He flips the pad closed, and says, “I’ll leave right now if you answer one question truthfully.”
“Fine," you huff, snatching the pad of paper and stashing it out of his reach.
“Did you go home and touch yourself while thinking about me?”
You shake your head vehemently. "No. Absolutely not."
“You couldn’t even make it home, huh? You did it right here, didn’t you?”
You don't have to answer - the look on your face gives it away.
“Was it on the couch? Right where I was sitting? Where I'm sitting right now."
“Fine. You win, you got it right. Are you happy now?” You concede because you want to end this conversation as quickly as possible, so you can go hide your face and die. 
You want him to fuck you within an inch of your life and then you'll die happily. La petite mort? That's what they call it, right? You want that.
Leon just hums in response, giving you no insight into his thoughts. Though it doesn't take a therapist to guess that he's mentally fucking you. To your surprise, he slaps his hands on his thighs and stands up.
When he gets to the door, you say, “Wait-”
“What?” He asks, nonchalant to such a degree that one might believe the events of the previous few minutes never transpired at all.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving. Like I said I would.”
“You’re just gonna leave? Do you get off on embarrassing people? Is that it?”
“No. I get off to you, and you know that." He's oddly defensive despite having the upper hand. "I also know that a large part of you despises me, but it’s because there’s a part of you that wants to fuck me.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He shrugs. “You’re the therapist, not me.”
“I’m telling your wife.”
“You’re going to tattle on me?" He laughs. “That wouldn’t be very HIPAA-compliant of you, would it?”
“Why are you doing this?" It feels like a nightmare that you can't escape where a terrifying shadowy figure is chasing you while you're screaming out for help and no one's listening. Except, this is more horrific due to the fact that you like it. Your thoughts about the man in front of you are downright depraved. You are both the monster, mirrors of each other. 
"I thought you wanted to fix your marriage," you say.
“My wife wants to fix our marriage. You and I both know it’s doomed. But you’re not allowed to say that, are you?”
You shouldn't be saying half the things you are right now, but it's too late to turn back now. You are the sunk cost. And the ship that was the concept of 'fixing Leon's marriage' has already sailed.
“You want the truth? I’ve known since the moment you opened your mouth that your marriage was done.”
“Then why did you keep having sessions? Was it for the money?” He pauses. “I doubt it. You’re a good therapist. You could get other clients. There was another reason. And, we both know what that reason is, but I won’t make you say it. I’m not that mean.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“And that’s what you like most about me.”
“It is not.”
“Then what is it?”
“Fuck you!”
“Do you want to? I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“Convince me.”
“Haven’t I already?”
“No.”
“Then why are you asking me to convince you instead of telling me to fuck off? You just want me to come up with a reason that doesn’t make you feel bad about doing it.”
“And there isn’t one.”
“No, there isn’t," he says with a bit of pity, knowing he's dragging you down into the second circle of Hell with him.
“You have to swear to tell your wife.”
“Is that a yes?”
He did not swear to tell his wife, but Leon is a cheater and a liar already. If he swore to tell his wife, you'd only be an idiot to believe him. 
“Lock the door.”
He turns around and flicks the lock. “Done.”
You stand up and his mouth is on yours. He’s the best kisser. Silver-tongued, you should've known it. You can fucking taste it too. Metallic. No, that's blood. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
You’re the one who starts undressing him first but he doesn’t make fun of you. He helps you out of your top instead.
“Goddamn you have perfect tits. It’s a shame you always keep ‘em hidden.”
“It’s a professional environment.”
“Yeah, it’s so professional that you fuck your clients in it.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
"Don't worry. You’re not the first therapist I’ve fucked. I’ll lead.” Leon lays you down on the couch  - roughly, but cradling your head so you don’t knock it on anything. 
You gasp. "Leon, the couch is damp from your wet clothes," you whine.
"I promise it'll be soaked by the time I leave."
Before you can open your mouth, he’s kissing down your chest, making his way to your panties. His tongue is good at more than just talking. He has you unraveling within minutes, moaning obscenely.
“As much as love your pretty moans, baby, we’ve gotta be quiet. Don’t want you to get fired.”
“I deserve it.”
“No, you don’t. You’re a good therapist, and a good girl.”
“You think I’m a good girl?”
“So good. And you taste amazing.” He places a kiss on your clit and you nearly cry, having forgotten the feeling of his tongue in the mere seconds you spent without it. “I want you to come in my mouth.” He sucks on your clit until you do.
Leon's lips are dark and puffy when they meet yours - the ones on your face. He asks, “How did you imagine us doing it?”.
“Mostly me on top of you.”
“It’s a good idea, isn’t it?” he says, placing featherlight kisses from your jaw down your neck.
You shake your head. “None of this is.”
“I know. You've got morals. You’re a good girl.” He pauses before whispering into the shell of your ear, “That’s why you deserve to have me however you want me.”
His right hand is busy holding you steady so he fingers you with his left. You watch as his wedding band slips in and out of your pussy along with his middle finger, giving a double fuck you to his wife with each movement.
He seems fascinated by the squelching sounds, no longer focused on getting his dick inside you. The heavy rain outside covers up some of the noise but not enough to save you the embarrassment.
"Jesus. Just fuck me already." You try desperately to avoid sounding desperate, praying he takes your irritation at face value.
But you're too obvious, you wear your sick, sick heart on your sleeve. 
"You want my dick that bad and you haven't even seen it yet."
"I hope it's as big as your ego."
"No you don't. That'd be painful, medically concerning probably."
You want to laugh because he manages to be funny and charming as hell despite being an absolute dick, but that fact makes you hate him more. And the blood that courses through you has nowhere to go but south.
All the while, his fingers refuse to leave your aching center. "Leon," you whine, pushing his hand away, "you're gonna make me cum again."
"I know," he purrs. "I wanna make up for all the months you've spent here by yourself, with your fingers inside you instead of mine."
"I was pretending they were yours." There's no point in saving the confession anymore.
"I'm sure you were, but I've got somethin' better for you, baby."
And, abruptly, he removes his fingers. You watch him unbuckle his belt, and despite this being your fantasy, you look at him like he's betrayed you.
"What?" he says, coyly, "I thought you wanted this."
"I do, but I was about to cum, and you just took your fingers away. You're such an asshole!" You pout like a bratty child.
"Yeah, I know I am," he says - his words are muffled by the square packet he tears with his teeth. He slides on the rubber barrier before he picks you up and sits you down on his cock, disregarding the obscene noises you make as he shoves himself inside you all at once.
You're wet but there's a stretch. His dick is big, maybe not as big as his ego, but bigger than any you've taken before. This is how he gets away with it, you think.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans. His hands have an iron grip on your hips. "You've gotta learn to loosen up and relax. You're too high strung. This is probably good for you."
It's not, you'll find when the orgasm wears off, but right now it feels really fucking good.
His thumb circles your clit while you bounce up and down, working well in tandem. Ironic, as you've made so little progress in your weekly sessions. As expected, the dual stimulation makes you slick with arousal, opening you up for him.
His voice sounds distant, droned out by your own moans which get even louder as his words get filthier. "Bet all your advice didn't work 'cause your brain was all fuzzy thinking about what my cock would feel like inside you. Or maybe you did it on purpose 'cause you wanted me all to yourself."
"No… n-no-" you say, voice trembling just as your thighs do.
"S'okay, baby. Girls with messy pussies like you can't help it. Just need to get some dick in you and then you can go back to being a good girl."
Can you? Maybe you can a 'good girl' in the bedroom, but a morally-upstanding woman? Even in your own eyes, he's corrupted you.
Still, you call out for him, "Leon," you cry, the singular syllable drawn out. You are lucky that the thunder from the storm is louder than your voice could ever be.
"I know," he says, "I'm close too."
The way your walls squeeze him when you cum drags his own orgasm from him. 
You are oddly dissatisfied at the fact that he spills into the condom, not into you. It feels so impersonal. Because it is. It doesn't escape you that he didn't say your name - not even a pet name - just a simple 'fuck' when he came.
You point him in the direction of the trashcan where he can throw away the physical evidence of the mess you've made.
His pants are back on in a second while you remain naked on the couch.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," he says. "Ashley's making dinner. Don't wanna keep her waiting."
"You're gonna go home to her?" you say, more disappointed than surprised.
"Yeah. What did you think I was going to do?"
Truly, you weren't thinking. If you were, you would not have had sex with Leon. 
"I'm surprised you're not happy. I'm gonna go spend some quality time with my wife. That was your advice - wasn't it?"
"Yeah, but-"
"But what? You're our marriage counselor. I'm just trying to fix my marriage."
"You're doing an awful job."
"I know," he says, with his hand on the doorknob. "See you on Wednesday."
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hysteria-things · 9 months ago
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U SHOULD MAKE A SMUT W CHRIS OR MATT INSPIRED BY THE SONG CARNIVAL BY KANYE AND CARTIII
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CARNIVAL
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s always a fun time at the carnival, but what happens when you and your boyfriend have a little too much fun at the top of the ferris wheel?
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, oral (male receiving), p in v, spit kink, choking, finger sucking, public sex
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,058
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i sincerely apologize if this sucks i struggled so hard on it for no reason😃
ib: @guccifrog you can check theirs out here :)
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the giant teddy bear that chris won for you is held tightly under your arm. it’s almost as big as you for christ sake. usually, the carnival would freak you out because of the clowns and loads of people, but tonight was going rather smoothly.
he pointed to the ferris wheel, his hand gripping yours that isn’t holding a stuffed animal. “let’s do that.”
you groan. “chris, you know i don’t like heights.”
in boyfriend fashion, he ignores you and drags you to the growing line for the ferris wheel. you sigh, getting jittery as chris smiles like a fool beside you.
waiting very (im)patiently, it’s your guy’s turn to get on. you go first and he sits next to you, the worker locking the door and making sure the two of you are sealed in.
slowly, the ride starts going up, your heart becoming faster the closer it gets to the tippy top. this isn’t some small ferris wheel, it’s one of those big ones that are scary.
with your luck, you guys stop abruptly at the very top. the rocking of the passenger car doesn’t help with your jitteriness.
although, the view is breathtaking. people from below look like aunts as they walk around the concrete and grass. the stars and moon shine just above your head, mixing in with the rainbow flickering lights illuminating from the carnival rides.
voices and laughter flow around the air, and the sound of the carnival helps you relax. having fun with your boyfriend is the key for tonight, not getting anxious over a silly ride.
he admires the way you look right now, staring in awe at the action happening at all angles. scanning your body, he can’t help but think how good of an opportunity this is; being that nobody can see you.
you’re surprised when his lips press firmly on yours, moving in sync like he’s starving for your taste. you don’t stop him. instead, you pull him closer by the face.
both of your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths, saliva quickly coating your lips. moaning at the feeling, he pulls his head away to breathe. some spit is smeared on your chin.
he smirks. “get on your knees for me.”
your teeth are caught between your bottom lip with excitement, happily seating yourself on the ground. chris’ boner peeks through his pants. “well don’t just stare at it.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
you pull down his pants and underwear in one go, the way his dick springs out has your mouth watering for more.
starting to move your head to his tip, he grabs your hair to stop you. “spit.” he demands, and you look at him through your eyelashes.
you listen, spitting on him as he groans. “fuck yeah.”
he moves your head down his dick, gagging the further you go. once you’ve fit it in your mouth, he lets go and lets you bob your head.
each time you reach his tip, you smear more of your saliva to drive him insane. it’s sloppy, but it turns you on either way.
his chest heaves, groaning lowly when his dick twitches inside of your throat. the choking and gulping noises have him chuckling. “i’m— shit.” he pauses, rutting his hips upward. “i’m g-gonna cum down your throat, ma. you’d like that, yeah?”
you hum, the vibration shooting through his cock. he grabs your head once again and forces you to stay there when he cums. he bobs your head a little more to make sure you swallow all of it before pushing you so your lips aren’t around him anymore.
you waste no time to stumble to your feet, pulling down your bottoms until they’re in a pile with chris’. he cocks a brow at this.
straddling his lap, you align yourself with him while looking into his eyes with lust. “you have to be quiet. there’s still people on the ride, you know.” he teases, grabbing your hips to pull you down.
you moan loudly at the way he fills you, and he grabs your throat which causes you to stop immediately. “what did i just say?”
you pout, grinding your hips in desperation. “god.” he whispers, pulling you in to kiss you open-mouthed. you whine into the kiss, messily moving your lips on his as if this is the last kiss you’ll ever have.
“open your mouth.” he whispers against them, and you obey. “wider,” he says through gritted teeth, opening open as wide as you can go.
he spits on your tongue, shoving two fingers into your mouth, the three other ones still wrapped around your throat.
your hips now bounce up and down on his dick, rolling your eyes back at how fucking great it feels. your moans are muffled around his fingers, drool making a mess on his digits and the sides of your lips.
it doesn’t take long for his tip to reach your g-spot which has you moving at a more rapid speed.
he removes his fingers and drags them on your bottom lip, looking at how well you take him. either whimpers or high-pitched moans leave you. it gets so bad that chris now has to put his hand over your mouth. “shut up.”
“i-it feels so fucking good!” you whine in his hand. “cu-umming soon.”
because his hand covers your sounds more, you moan as loud as you can once your body starts to shake.
the whole upper half of your body leans back, chris having to hold you so you don’t fall.
he waits until you cum all over his cock to release inside you, slowing down the movements of your hips when he does so.
you collapse on his chest, but it doesn’t last long when the ferris wheel finally starts to move. in all honesty, you forgot you were still on the ride.
the both of you curse, gathering your clothes before the ride reaches the bottom.
when it does, the worker gives you a weird look before opening the door. you grab the bear that you placed across from you guys and walk down the ramp that leads to the ground.
you guys still look dazed, but try your best to hide it.
people may or may not have heard you, but one person saw you…
that poor teddy bear.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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im-probably-playing-genshin · 2 months ago
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KANDI SINGLETS IDEASS!!
masterlist? idrk :P
Character names
Oc names
CURSE WORDS YEAH!!
Song titles
"ur/yr/your mom"
"Loopy"
"Womp womp"
"Blah Blah Blah"
"Yapper/Yapping"
(abbreviations) Lol, Lmao, jk, afk, oml, etc
Text faces (XP, XD, X3, TWT, ETC)
"Ermmm"
"What the sigma"
"Space dust"
"Cosmos/cosmic"
"Froggie/froggy"
"Smokey"
"Dead"
"Zombie"
"Ghost"
Holidays (Halloween, Christmas, any other holidays)
Movie quote
"Ok boomer"
"Bbg/Babygirl"
"Bruh"
"Dude"
"Girlypop"
Brand names
"XOXO"
"Scene queen/king/royal"
Zodiac signs
Your @ online
"Sun" and "Moon"
"Star/stars"
"Nerd"
"Geek"
Animals
Your religion (ex: Christian, Pagan, Muslim, Etc)
Pride identities (genderfluid, trans, bi, etc)
"Bugs" (or any specific bug!!)
"Popcat"
Game names
Ship names
Colors
Greek Gods (or any other gods)
The name of your childhood plushie
"Princess/prince"
"Jester"
"Freaky"
Foods
"Y2K"
"Miku"
"Pumpkin"
"Bats"
"Sunflower"
"Elf"
"Art"
"Rabies"
"Goober"
"Silly Billy"
"Boykisser/Girlkisser/Theykisser"
"Dilligaf"
"Divorce"
"The Gay Agenda"
"___Core"
"Coquette"
"F U (person you dont like)"
Animal crossing villagers
"gyatt".
"You and me" & "Always Forever"
"Fall"
"August" (NOT THE ONE FROM YOUNG ROYALS)
"Spring"
"Infection"
"Infestation"
"Ratio"
"L Bozo"
"Zzzz" (like snoring)
"Pebbles"
"Bubbles"
"Rocks"
"Leaves"
"Eyes"
"Decora"
"Goth"
"Worm"
Types of fish
"Love"
"Hate"
"PLUR"
"Clown"
"2000s B1TCH"
"Rainbow"
"Flames"
"Plague"
"Sage"
"Fern"
App names
"LGBTQ"
"Mushroom"
"Hot Topic"
"Moth"
"Ladybug"
"Cricuit"
"Marker"
"Pen"
"Pencil"
"Saturn"
"Jupiter"
"Earth"
"Mother"
"Father"
"Neptune"
"Bees"
"Rhinestones"
"Crystals"
"Punk"
"Possum"
"Pinecone"
"Acorn"
"Cauldron"
Reptiles
"Adhd/autism/bpd/anxiety/any neurodivergency you have"
"Lover"
"Cutesy"
"Demure"
"Mindful"
"Peace"
"Gold"
"Silver"
"Bronze"
Sanrio characters
"Weezer"
"Buddy Holly"
"Pearl"
"Waffles"
"Pancakes"
"Sharpie"
Body Parts
"Nirvana"
"Regretavator"
"Rawr"
"Kitty"
"Bingo"
Pet names
The name of your first pet
The way your first hamster died
"Plague"
"Famine"
"War"
Various weapons
"Candy"
Chocolate brands
Candy brands
"Taste the rainbow"
"Animal cannibal"
"Furry/therian"
Your theriotype
"Alterhuman"
"Otherkin"
"Dessert"
"Ribbons"
"Balloons"
"Supercalafragileisticexpialadocious"
Various diseases
"Help"
Various crimes
"Robbery"
"Gambling/Gambler"
"Corny"
"Abomanation"
Different tracks from toh
Your pjo cabin
Harry potter house
"FUCK JKR"
Various weathers
"Rain"
"Ginger"
"Drywall"
"Bill Cipher"
"Piss Yellow"
Youtubers
Social media apps
Makeup brands
"Cartoons"
Kids cartoons
Your hobby
"Skateboard"
"FCK CAPITALISM/RACISM/HOMOPHOBIA/BIGOTRY/TRANSPHOIA"
"e dance"
"Invader Zim"
"Potions"
"Queer"
"My Melody" & "Kuromi"
"Duck"
"Bike"
"Raver"
"Cults"
"Griddy"
The 7 deadly sins
ADDING MORE SOON!!
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nicksolemnlyswears · 9 months ago
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You write Coryo sooo well. We saw Coryo with an innocent reader, but what would happen if the reader is as wicked as he is and they fight for control?
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summary: coriolanus finds his match
pairing: young! coriolanus snow x capitol! scientist! reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, breast play (some slapping too), overstimulation (f and m receiving)(mostly coryo really), very little dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex (please don't do it like them), perv! coriolanus always, slight cum play, pain kink aka masochism also i think some sadism too, is that all? i think so, oh no wait, physical violence and borderline dub non-con. basically it’s angry sex
a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long! most of it was written a when the request was sent but i've just managed to come back and finish it. hope something like this was what you had in mind. i'll be working on the mentor pt. 2 this next week!
requests open ✨
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You and Coriolanus are extremely competitive. It both scares and annoys the rest of the laboratory.
You and Snow share many similarities. Both need to be successful and get the things you want no matter the cost.
Being a year older than Snow, you were already working under Dr. Gaul at the university. Learning about his cheating ways made you lose any respect you could’ve had for him.
More so, you did not appreciate being pushed to the side as Dr. Gaul raved on and on about her new star pupil. The one that changed the game.
Whenever he walked into the room your face would fall into a scowl. You avoid him like the plague whenever Gaul doesn’t assign you to work with him.
The other student's whispers reached his ears about how your cold aura is because of him and his excellence. About how you think he’s better than you. Coriolanus took it in stride, he loved that he had that effect on people.
Being the top two students you're forced to work together constantly, which leads to learning about each other's ambition and story. Still, you don't hesitate to screw each other over to get the upper hand.
It’s the very own hunger games right in Dr. Gaul's lab and she knows it. She takes any opportunity to pin you against Coriolanus and get the best scientific outcomes. Gaul manipulates the situation, lying about what Coriolanus thinks about you and vice versa.
Dr. Gaul thrives from the tension that resides in the lab when you and Coriolanus are forced to work together. While you and Coriolanus break your backs and spirits she sits back to watch and see how far your minds will soar.
So much anger can only lead to two scenarios: violence or sex. Well... three if you mix violence and sex.
You want to get rid of Snow but Snow wants you by his side. You can't be a threat if he holds you close and predicts each one of your movements in his game of chess. He wonders what it would be like to have someone who would kill for him.
Coriolanus makes it one of his goals to seduce you and make you submit to him. He wants to make you another weapon in his arsenal. One that will kill for him when prompted to.
One late night, you work from his apartment, brainstorming ideas for the next Hunger Games. Usually, you would do this from the lab, but after one of the experiments escaped, the lab had to be fumigated and cleaned.
You pace the living room to calm your anger. You're pissed off at the blonde man that sits on the sofa. His legs spread wide as his head leans back on the backrest.
For hours, all he's done is undermine you and shoot down all your ideas, calling them stupid and unnecessary. Tempting you to wrap your hands around his pale neck. To feel his adam’s apple bob under your strangulating touch.
He knows you're angry. It's exactly what he wanted. If he pushes your buttons long enough you'll lose your resolve and it'll be his moment to strike.
"You're joking, right? We bring your idea to Dr. Gaul and she'll laugh in our face. I didn't take you for a clown," Coriolanus taunts, standing from his couch to stretch his stiff muscles.
Whipping around you stalk towards his tall figure, pushing his chest angrily. Coriolanus pushes his tongue agains the inside of his cheek to control his temper.
It's a stupid thing that wouldn't get arise out of you any other day, but you've had enough of Coriolanus inability to listen and accept that other's ideas are better than his. "You're such a piece of shit, Snow. Clearly you don't fucking need me since your ideas are so brilliant. Fucking insufferable know it-" you exclaim, continuing to push him back.
Coriolanus strikes like a scorpion would, fast and precise. His peacekeeper training kicks in as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand while the other comes up behind your neck. His lips smash against yours roughly, forcing you into a heated kiss.
You're frozen in your spot, arms going limp from shock. You don't have time to process Coriolanus actions as he pulls away from you. He waits for your reaction tentatively. This will either go terribly wrong or brilliantly well.
You stare at him with burning cheeks, anger seeping into your bones. How dare he kiss you when you're trying to make a point. Your anger is not something to take lightly.
Ripping your hands away from his loose hold, you bring one up to slap against his cheek.
Smack!
The silence is deafening. Coriolanus now sports a cheek as red as yours. Your chest heaves in anger, eyebrows furrowed and calculating eyes.
He holds his stinging cheek with his hand as his face morphs back into anger. Coriolanus never expected his goal to be easy, but he won't bury his enraged feelings for you.
His mouth opens to shout at you to leave yet you surprise him, pulling him by his shirt to deposit a kiss on his lips. Reacting quickly he grabs your hips, so you're flush against him.
It's your choice to kiss him not his. You'll be damned the day you take Coriolanus' lead.
Coriolanus' body is burning hot. Flames of anger and frustration licking at him the more deeply you kiss him. You try pushing your wet tongue into his mouth but are met with resistance, biting his lower lip harshly lets you slip it in but not without effort as his tongue wrestles yours for dominance.
Things continue to escalate quickly as Coriolanus pushes you down the hallway to his bedroom. It's not a question whether this is happening or not. You've held back too long to stop now.
Wandering hands touch any body part they can reach. His fingers tangle in your hair, hand finding your front to squeeze at your tits. You moan into his mouth, giving him the pleasure to lick at your mouth.
Coriolanus slams you against his bedroom door when it closes, letting some steam off. You frustrate him like no one ever has, he's resorted to imagining you in lewd and degrading situations before he does something he regrets.
In that same vein, you rip open his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere, annoying Coriolanus even if he now owns more shirts that he needs. Your nails drag down his chest, causing thin red lines to decorate his pale chest. The palm of your hand presses on the tent of his slacks, feeling how hard he's become for you.
You chuckle into the kiss in a teasing manner. Typical man aroused by the smallest bit of attention. Coriolanus shuts you up, grabbing your ass and pressing you into his erection.
Anger mixes with arousal as you and Coriolanus bully each other to submit. It's not sweet and delicate. It's animalistic and boderline painful.
The kiss is sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongue as Coriolanus sits on his bed and you climb over him, straddling his lap. It's rushed, giving the illusion you're afraid of being caught fucking the person you hate most.
There is no time to get naked. With his shirt ripped open, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his neatly ironed pants. You barely lift your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.
His neck tilts back as you leave bruises behind, teasing his pulse point with your tongue. With a tight grip on the outside of your thigh Coriolanus get his cock wet with the juices that drip from your cunt. You'd just made fun of him for being aroused when you're in the same condition if not worse.
Your hips stutter at the sensation of the blunt head of his cock, prodding your entrance. He wants you to say it, 'Fuck me, Coryo.' You'd rather be dead first.
You force yourself down Coriolanus cock instead to stop the teasing. “Ahh,” you moan in unison. Stilling for the first time since he kissed you.
He feels your breath hitch on his neck when you take the last inch of him. Such a slut taking all of him in one go.
“Coriolanus,” you groan as he forces you to bounce on top of him. You hate to admit how long and thick he is. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head each time it drags on your walls.
You hold onto dear life. Arms around his shoulders and head nestled on his neck. Coriolanus' fists your skirt, guiding your movements on his cock.
“It’s Coryo,” he groans. Hearing you say his nickname will be the biggest form of submission. It means you've given yourself to him.
“Coriolanus,” you repeat intentionally, pulling away from his neck to look into his angry eyes. With your fingers on the side of his neck and your thumb tilting his head up you force him to look at you head on.
“Insufferable girl. Must you always fight me on everything,” he seethes, grasping your hips to slam down on his. You make his blood boil.
You wince when the rounded head of his cock hits your cervix, red fingernails digging onto his shoulder. “Yes, I’ve been working too hard to let you get away with everything.”
Coriolanus is determined to set the pace, pushing into you and using your hips as a handle to pull you up and down. You're bound to have bruises in the morning.
It's uncomfortable the way your skin becomes clammy with exertion. Leaves you no choice but to unbutton your white school shirt, giving Coriolanus a glimpse of your lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Your nipples poke through the sheer material, teasing Coriolanus as they beg to be set free. They temp him with every rise and fall of your chest, a sheen of sweat decorating your skin like glitter.
It drives him nuts to know you're wearing the provocative garment under your shirt everyday in the lab. Hidden from him like treasure. Were you hoping he'd see you like this or do you like fucking around with any other student in the lab?
His thoughts anger him further, ducking his head he catches your nipple through the flimsy material. His teeth nip at your stiff peak, earning a seductive whine from you as his hold slips due to the slippery material.
Unconsciously you give in to the instruction of the blonde man, bouncing your hips to his rhythm. Too busy relishing on the pleasurable pain on your chest.
He leaves wet kisses on the swells of your breast, sucking bruises into them. If you were to be fucking any other man they'd know he was here.
His licking up your neck make you clench around him. His hips stutter and you grin, repeating the motion repeatedly. You have to make him cum first to prove he is a disappointment. Like all your other loser boyfriends that never made you cum.
He spanks the globe of your ass harshly, making you jump from the sting and suppress a whine. He's catching onto what you're doing and he's going to prove you wrong.
Biting the spot between your neck and shoulder, he increases the pace he's set. He's confident his self control is better than yours and he's going to make you cum around his cock.
“If you were smart enough we could help each other,” Coriolanus speaks between groans. One of his hands splayed on your back coming up to undo the clasp of your bra.
“I’m smart enough to know you’ll take over completely and I don’t share,” you pant with hooded eyes, letting the flimsy undergarment fall off your arms as you wrap your arms around his neck.
With your tits bouncing freely in front of his face he takes one into his mouth. Sucking the plump flesh and teasing your nipple with his tongue.
You pull him further towards you, your hand on the back of his blonde head, grinding down on his cock. Fuck, he's making you see starts, you can't remember a time you've been fucked this good.
With your head tilted back, moans slip past your lips, letting Coriolanus know you're losing yourself. Taking the opportunity, he flips you over and slams you on the bed. With your legs spread around him he can take a good long look at your cunt.
You're a mess. Wrinkly skirt, flipped up onto your stomach, cunt flushed and smeared with a cream he wants to taste. Your panties pushed to the side but soaked with your arousal.
He pinches your cunt with two fingers, seeing your lips press on your swollen clit and creamy white slick drip down your slit. A cynical grin on his lips.
"Never seen a real pussy before, Coriolanus?" you taunt, meeting his gaze.
"Next time it'll be your mouth I'm fucking. See if that will keep you quiet," he threatens, pushing his cock back into your weeping cunt. He bottoms out in one swift movement, a breathy moan in the back of his throat.
"Oh my god," you cry out, fisting the sheets. Without the burning of your thighs you can fully concentrate on the way his cock abuses your hole. You're done for.
"Not god, just me," Coriolanus mocks, thumbing your clit.
You close your eyes, memorizing how he drags slowly out of you before snapping his hips back into you. His hand on your waist, preventing you from sliding up on the bed with each one of his bruising thrusts.
Coriolanus is awfully quiet as he admires the creamy white ring that forms at the base of his cock each time he pushes into your puffy cunt.
If only your mouth was as sweet. He's determined on getting your lips and warm tongue around his cock. Once he makes sure you won't bite.
Not one to make things easy for him you repeat his name over and over again. "Coriolanus, Coriolanus, Coriolanus." Your taunting spurs him on, gives him an end goal as he fucks wildly into you.
The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching are deafeningly loud. For extra measure, Coriolanus paws your tits, the fatty flesh bulging between his fingers. Letting go he delivers a swift slap to the skin. Red flares up and your pretty cunt squeezes him until he can barely move.
You've gone quiet, face morphed into one of pure pleasure. You're as sadistic as he is. Pain gets you off. He should've known. Great minds think alike.
“Now you're quiet. Huh? I would've done this a lot earlier had I known my cock was the answer," he huffs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
His pace is relentless, bullying the spongy spot inside of you. You're not sure how much more of this you can take. With each thrust his pelvis slams against your clit. His thumb inadvertently rubs circles on your hip.
“You’re just a perv that needs his dick wet,” you barely manage to say between moans. Your hands have released the tight hold on the sheets, coming up to hold Coriolanus' sides.
“And you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?” His gravely voice asks in your ear, licking the shell of your ear.
Your silence produces a dark chuckle. You know you're going to cum any time now, staying silent is not an option. “Only when it’s convenient for me,” you lilt. You keep challenging him, pushing your luck.
Coriolanus meets your fucked out gaze. His blonde hair falls and sticks to his forehead in a way that makes you hate him even more. If he was unattractive it would be so much easier.
Sneaking his hand between your sweaty bodies he thumbs your sensitive clit. “Co-Corio-” You can't pronounce his stupidly long name as he furiously abuses your clit and bullies your walls.
“That’s more like it,” he grins maliciously.
Your peak approaches with an intensity you can't handle. Coriolanus overstimulates you as your cunt clenches around him, forcing his cock to remain still inside of you. Your whole body shakes with each wave, your legs trapping him on top of you as he takes in the throes of your orgasm.
Your eyes scrunch close and your mouth opens in a silent plead. Coriolanus is hyperaware of the tear that slides down from your wet eyelashes. He cleans it off with his thumb, tasting it as his tongue wraps around the pad of his finger.
Sweet taste of victory.
Slipping his cock out of your pulsing walls Coriolanus drops on the bed beside you, catching his breath. His cock is achingly hard, covered in your slick cum. The tip flushed red and leaking pre. He had his victory doesn't matter if he got to cum or not.
You're no quitter though. You might not be able to walk tomorrow but you have to prove a point. You're not getting pushed around by the man that is Coriolanus Snow.
Ignoring the post orgasmic twitching of your cunt you straddle Coriolanus, pushing his chest down when he tries to sit up.
"What're you doing?" He asks alarmed, holding your waist to stabilize you from your shaky legs.
"You didn't get to cum, Coriolanus," you shrug cheekily, grabbing his aching cock and lining it up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as you slide down it's length one more time.
"Fuck," he curses, throwing his head back on the mattress. This isn't an act of service. This is torture.
Your fluttering walls milk him for all that he is worth. Your hips grind down on him, his pelvic bone and thighs getting soaked. The slick noise coming from your pussy and his cock is obscene. Erotic in its own right.
He tries pushing away but you put your weight down onto his hands, giving the illusion you've immobilized him. Coriolanus could've escaped any moment, but the ache in his balls stopped him. He's thinking with his dick.
His heavy balls are tightening despite how much he's holding back and thinking of anything other than the woman on top of him. His body tells him to give in and to fill you up with his cum, like it's supposed to be.
“Gonna cum, Coriolanus?” You ask, scratching down his taut abdomen. “Who’s quiet now?” You chuckle, throwing your head back as you ride him.
The only control he has in his possession resides in closing his eyes to shut out the pornographic view of you on top of him. Tits bouncing, pussy sucking him up, pretty face with a mean smirk.
Knowing all he needs is a push you lean down to give him a couple of encouraging words, "You feels so good, Coryo."
You swear you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Grabbing his hand you bring it up to your chest, placing it on your breast. "So big and thick. I've never had anyone this big stretching me out. I want your cum in me, Coryo. You won. You deserve it."
A gravely moan rises from his throat, thrusting into you he shoots his cum deep into your cunt. His blue eyes open and all they find is your wicked grin.
"Fuck, wait," he pleads when you continue to grind on his dick, keeping his cum in you, forcing it deeper inside.
After the torture you put him through, his cock head is too sensitive, almost painful. You're determined to get another orgasm out of him though.
“Want me to stop?” You ask in faux concern, continuously gyrating your hips, causing more friction against your walls and his tip. “Just ask.”
Coriolanus glares at you. You're getting off from his pain. If look could kill you'd be 6ft underground by now. All of your encouraging words from before a lie to get him like this. He might've won the battle, but you'll win the war.
His jaw is tense as he hold back whines, shuddering when you clench around him. Teasingly you slide up his shaft until the tip in the only part inside before you push back down.
Coriolanus' grip on you is bruisingly tight but not enough for you to stop using him as your toy. Your orgasm builds the more he holds onto you. He spanks the outside of your thighs, but this isn't a game. Three taps will not get you out.
Leaning into him you press your lips against his. Burying his hands on you hair he kisses you back harshly, holding you to him and biting your lip when you try to pull away.
The sting of his teeth digging onto your lip and the taste of your blood throws you over the edge. "Fuck," you squeal against his lips as the waves crash against you.
The whine of your name that comes out of Coriolanus' lips is something you want to remember forever. The clenching and unclenching of your orgasm triggers him to bust, your pussy essentially milking him of every drop of cum as he paints your walls white.
Lightly but firmly he pushes you off of him afraid you'll pull another stunt like that. You fall of the bed beside him, his cum trickling out of your pink center down onto the sheets. You push it out of you, enjoying the sensation of it trickling down your entrance.
For a moment you're clearheaded and don't hate Coriolanus. The raging dumspter fire in your chest extinguished, leaving smoke and weak flickers of fire behind that can be reignited at any given moment.
“We can add your suggestion to the presentation. Putting trackers on them is a good idea,” Coriolanus mutters next to you, looking strictly at the ceiling.
You giggle and shake your head, “And all it took was to fuck you. You're like all other men aren't you?" Your words are accusatory but your tone says otherwise and Coriolanus allows himself to crack a smile.
“Is it so difficult for you to say thank you?" He asks turning his head to look at you.
"To you? A little," you say scrunching your nose and laughing once more.
Coriolanus enjoys your laugh but loves your drive and determination even more.
A toxic relationship sprouts from this moment. You’re tools to help each other succeed in your endeavors. Love takes a while to develop but once it does no one can tear you apart…except for each other.
“You two are getting along today,” Dr. Gaul hums as she walks along the lab. She's missed any argument and jeer that might materialize between you and Coriolanus.
You take the lead to respond to her observation, “We’ve come to an understanding. Coryo-Coriolanus and I. All this bickering can’t be good for the work environment. It's highly unprofessional."
Coriolanus' lips quirk into a half smile as his nickname escapes from your lips. Progress is being made.
Dr. Gaul is blissfully unaware that just five minutes ago you were in the bathroom, getting your ass spanked bright red by Coriolanus because you wouldn't listen to him. After, he fucked you over the sink with a hand clasped over your mouth to keep your smartass comments from coming out.
"Hm," is all Dr. Gaul says, hoping this new arrangement doesn't take away from your performances.
You shift uncomfortably in your station, focusing back on the screen but unable to ignore Coriolanus' seed pooling in your panties.
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*peaks head around corner* heeeyyy hey, sorry i disappeared for a while. i had a very interesting december and january has been just as busy
*nervous glance* what did you think of this pairing? very different from the other more innocent reader. i quite like her she's feisty. i'm sorry to the person who requested this if its not what you expected. did you want more plot? i can do that too if you want.
well, bye *waves*
the mentor pt 2 coming soon^^
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heartmaddie · 22 days ago
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parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi
introductions; hysteric glamouristas
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⋆。°✩ yn ln
she's face of the #ihatemybf movement , she's been dating suna since the first semester of her first year after the mess which was her high school love life (she thinks he's attractive and stuff but is off put by his personality - he's wannabe opium - but he's good enough for now) . yn's roommate/best friend is shimizu, and they got along as soon as they met each other, eventually leading to meet oikawa, kageyama and sakusa while they were thrifting in harajuku. yn liked sakusa's clothes and they became best friends as well. she likes artists such as fiona apple , mazzy star and faye webster but also takes a lot of inspiration from sunarin , which is why she loves playboi carti as well...
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⋆。°✩ shimizu kiyoko
she's a depop reseller but tries her hardest not to scam people... even though she totally can... she's quite popular around utokyo where she does her textiles and design course, but most of her followers are because she posts really good archival clothing on twitter before depop. her favourite things are parfait and textured fabrics, and she loves altering people's clothes - especially yn who always needs her jeans length changed.. her and sakusa are the only ones in hysteric glamouristas who are kind of normal and she hates suna as well, but thinks that yn shouldn't be leading him on like this. one time kiyoko was in shibuya and was interviewed by tokyo.sims and everyone thirsted over her in the comments.
⋆。°✩ tooru oikawa
he posts thirst traps on tiktok so he's kind of popular at uni - but gets clowned on a bit.. people think he's attractive until they follow his twitter and realise he's a bit awkward and weird (think hamzah and martin awkward). he's a bit impulsive and annoying but ultimately means well for all of his friends. his favourite drink is cherry cola & he's still stuck in his brat summer even though it's chromakopia autumn.. he does like sunarin but that's simply because he buys him shots whenever they go out as a group - but he doesn't know it's because suna's amused by him. he's quite a central part of the group and it would be hella dry if it wasn't for him - yn and tooru bounce off each other quite well.
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⋆。°✩ kiyoomi sakusa
he's a fashion archive baddie and suna thinks that he's actually god but kiyoomi hates him. he got really popular because he used to post fit checked but then deleted them + made a new account. a lot of his followers r women 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ he's kiyoko's n1 fan and always buys from her depop. kiyoomi really enjoys thrifting but absolutely hates the smell of the clothes afterwards - he washes them at least 3 times before wearing them. his favourite drink is water with a slice of lemon in it because fizzy drinks upset his stomach and he hates the taste of artificial flavouring. he likes brands such as vivienne westwood, chrome hearts, hysteric glamour but also gets a lot of his clothes personally tailored for him. a big fan of tom ford and gentle monsters.
⋆。°✩ tobio kageyama
tobio is the only one in the groupchat who dgaf about what he's wearing, he will pull up to the function in a pair of sweatpants and a grey jumper but miwa forced him to buy some nicer clothes which he prefers to wear out now.... he wears tighter shirts because he likes how his arms look in them 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️. he's the youngest in the group but after sakusa he's the most mature - doesn't do dumb shit like kiyoko, yn and oikawa does. sometimes he wears graphic shirts. he really likes going shopping with yn because he doesn't need to talk because she'll do all of it anyways. but him and yn are pretty tight, he's a good listener even if his advice isn't up to par.
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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month ago
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Infodump of my duology wip:Charlie The Tomboy/Charlie's The Man
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Picrew is 'Motherfucker Maker' and Charlie sketch by @nocturnal-notes !!
Charlie The Tomboy is a middle school ages targeted book starring Charlotte 'Charlie' Love and it's about his egg as a genderfluid and bigender transmasc cracking thanks to entering puberty at the age of 13.Ctt is a love letter to classic 2000s tropes of the children's media at the time and is set in 2000 to really sell it-Charlie is a tomboy because her mom died when she was little so she was raised by a single dad and has tons of brothers,two older ones and three younger ones with youngest being named Charles or 'Chuck' as everybody calls him.Charlie has three childhood best friends that all grew up in the same culdesac as her and they are Jamal 'Jake' Manson,a baby bat with tourettes and deadbeat parents,Olivia Batista,Charlie's foil in the sense she's a girly girl because she has a longsince dead dad and a bunch of sisters,and Ronald 'Ron' Robinson,the class clown with a fixation on comic strips.Charlie is a white dad black mom kid and a natural (dirty) blonde,Jake is afro-cuban monoracial,Olivia is afro-indonesian and Ron is half white,half ethiopian jewish.Jake is also Charlie's love interest,their ship name is 'Chake Mix' as in Charlie + Jake + Chex Mix and their friend group is called 'The Pro-Losers' as they created as reclamation against their bullies
The biggest bully in particular is Holly Fowler,a pick me in the original meaning of the word as she targets Charlie for being a black girl yet has a crush on Jake and tries to impress him with Olivia flying under her radar compared to Charlie due to her expressed lack of attraction to boys,although that dosen't stop her from taunting her over no boy ever having a crush on her to no offense or anger.Charlie The Tomboy is 100 chapters as it spans an entire year and has a downer ending as Mr Love dies so Charlie has to move from The Bronx,New York to Paris,France with his conservative uncle that abuses him due to his black generational trauma.The blow comes from how brightly Charlie's journey and not just in gender had been going up until then only to hear his dad die over the phone of a heart attack caused by the combo of old age and eating too much roasted food before going on a car ride.His uncle cut off all contact he could make with the other Pro-Losers so from then on for a long time,all he had was his brothers
Charlie's The Man takes place in Charlie's freshmen year of college and the tagline is 'Can four years really change us that much?' in a double meaning to The Pro-Losers individually and their relathionships to eachother.The awnser to both is no <33 They reconnect perfectly as Charlie tricks his uncle into letting him enroll in the same college as them without a word of the specific people he's hanging out with and even though they missed out on high school as the four amigos,nothin' stopped their love for eachother and the boundless fun they had together now that they were truly whole again.By this point,Jake's own egg we'd gotten hints to and implied confirmation in the last baby Chake Mix moment had cracked too so she's a genderfluid and bigender afrogothpunk transfem who'd been on estrogen for two years at the time to the eternal utter apathy of her parents and Olivia had fully embraced her lesbianism and girly geeky tendecies and presentation openly and proudly to excentuate her femmehood and not water herself down to basic straight girl femininity to 'not be a stereotype'.Ron actually realizes he's aroace in the story itself and unsurprisingly angst about it out of his insecurity over his 'lack of romantic appeal' but his friends and family get him to realize there's nothing wrong with him and so he embraces the label with pride and humor and joy.Meanwhile Charlie had been doing quiet rebellion the whole time he was in Paris to the point he participated in punk culture regularly behind his uncle's back and starts his physical transition as Jake gives him his first testosterone dosage less than 10 chapters in.Ctm is 100 chapters and another year long story so the duology feels complete
I created Charlie The Tomboy way back in elementary school when i was obsessed with being a tomboy myself in every way i could!!I wouldn't call Charlie a self-insert but he's definitely a piece of me when i was a kid and i've never forgotten them even if it's only this year i got around to patching everything together to do a while story!I hope you'll join me for the ride and love The Pro-Losers as much as i do♡
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moonshynecybin · 7 months ago
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this isnt in the subs but im p sure alex also says "shut up" to marc in that video nfjdkf
video here.... DESERVED ! marc is. listen he is very goofy and charming and often really very sweet. he is ALSO! maybe the most annoying person on planet earth. loud yapper slut dances in every situation does NOT apologize for his behavior and is never self conscious. and alex shares a lot of those goofy traits but unlike marc (the most SHAMELESS man of all time.) he has an example to WATCH and LEARN FROM. lmao. like marc-as-prodigy was probably weird for both of them in terms of like. shaping identity. like literally WHY would marc feel shame he's one on the best EVER at a sport that literally requires you to have confidence falling out of your ass. yes its crazy he then extended that from sports to LIFE (like i think vale has much more capacity to be embarrassed for example. like he's INVESTED in looking cool) but i think its follows a very marc marquez deranged sort of logic.
ALEX on the other hand has been somewhat forcibly humbled from a very young age merely by being born marc marquez's younger brother. like hes really fucking talented and handsome and funny but. as other scholars have recently talked about (@babynflames, @baking-soda recently) he's been kind of overshadowed his entire life by the shear caliber of marc's star. forced to play the proverbial straight man. jim from the office making faces at the camera LITERALLY several times in marc's documentary while marc is clowning SO hard for the cameras. so i think he DOES have the capacity for shame (A GOOD THING SOMETIMES) and is just in general a lot more measured than a guy like marc who went hard at literally everything his entire life and was kind of only rewarded for it (until he really wasnt.)
and THENN theres their codependent soul bond ass relationship where. i get the sense alex is a lot more independent than marc but he loves marc more than anything so he will indulge his crazy girl cheetah and emotional support labrador tendencies. so you get a. the comfort only close siblings have with each other/only living boy in the world who gets marc on a rider level and wont blame him for shit, and b. alex being the only one of them who has the capacity to feel any sort of shame, and you GET alex calling out marc for being a little hypocrite and then telling him to shut up DIRECTLY in front of a camera. and marc not even blinking an eye
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myenterpriseisparked · 3 months ago
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Okay, okay. I've seen several very anti-Threshold-Day takes floating around in the last year and I'm kinda getting sick of it.
Regardless of how you feel about Threshold as an episode - be that the quality of the ep, the storyline, the themes, whatever - Threshold Day isn't really about Threshold itself. I mean, yes, it is a day celebrating that episode, but the actual point of Threshold Day is community. It's a day where people band together to make memes and tell jokes and overall have fun. It's a day where you send random salamanders to your friends and go "omg tommy p???" It's a day where you appreciate the cool art and fics people make and leave encouraging comments. It's a day for Fun. Everyone gets to be in on a giant inside joke and enjoy that feeling. Everyone gets to commit to the bit. Not to sound all "here's the real meaning of Christmas, Charlie Brown," but, in a very serious and literal sense, that's what Threshold Day is really about. Community.
And it's okay not to enjoy the episode! It's okay not to want to participate in the fun! Seriously, it's OKAY. You don't have to join in! But when you sit there and go "I cannot fathom how all these people like this episode and they're all wrong to be making memes and celebrating" you're missing the point and you start to ruin the very harmless fun everyone else is having. You are not on a moral high-ground for not enjoying a meme or a dumb internet holiday. You are *especially* not on a moral high-ground when you try to make other people feel bad for enjoying something that, again, is so incredibly harmless and ultimately about having fun as a community.
Again: it is fine to not enjoy Threshold. But I see so many posts throughout the year where people seem to be flaunting the fact that they are not like everyone else and hate the episode, the holiday, whatever. I see people talking about how much they wish Threshold Day would go away and it's really, really not cool. Your horse is not higher than mine for not being down to clown with your mutuals, your friends, about a silly Star Trek episode.
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pupsmailbox · 9 months ago
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tophthedaydreamer · 1 month ago
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lil art dump!
went looking through my mdp and psd files and found some cute unfinished gems! idk if i'll finish some of these, but i don't want them to be hidden away forever.
commentary about each pic under the cut because i love to yap:
hi. you clicked to see what's under the cut. thanks! i give you your favorite cookie.
first, we have an unfinished sketch of beetlejuice, but if he was in lackadaisy, a wonderful webcomic by tracy butler! ( @lackadaisycats ) his lore is that he's lydia's very weird but loyal bodyguard. speaking of, next to it is lackadaisy lydia deetz! her outfit is directly based off of a real life 1920s teen girl dress, but with a gothic twist (the original dress was a bright yellow, which lydia would rather die than be caught in!). i based the coloring style after the initial animated lackadaisy design sheets (which you can find in the lackadaisy essentials book). lydia's lackadaisy lore is that she's the daughter of a very rich businessman (charles), yearning for a more exciting life, especially after the tragic death of her mother.
next, we have a cute lil sketch of my personal design of maria. i added a widdle baby shadow so maria wouldn't be lonely hehe. maria's outfit is directly inspired by 1970s feminine teen wear! i think she would slay in bell bottoms.
after that, we have a sketch of pink diamond with a couple personal twists. i gave her a small ruffle collar and added some extra fluff to her skirt thingy.
and then we have my oc gibson in the world of welcome home, a beautiful art project by clown! ( @partycoffin ) gibson is a rainbow monster. not sure what emily and the rest of the gang would be, but i can see lucian being a star like sally. i tried to mimic the ink concept art found on the welcome home website.
down below we have a sketch of my designs of adam and barbara maitland! i tried to give them a height difference, with adam being constructed of rectangular shapes and barbara of circular shapes. this does feel like them when they were a little younger (perhaps teens?), bc barbara's outfit feels rather 80s.
and finally, a sketch dump of a new toonsona i was daydreaming about! she is a wacky hybrid of a bat and rabbit.
thanks for reading this massive wall of text :P
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lelewright1234 · 7 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
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~🌺 🎂 Hello my loves, I just wanted to say that today is MY BIRTHDAY!!! APRIL 23 IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND ALL APRIL 23TH BIRTHDAYS OF THE WORLD!!! We must pull through with the COVID-19 Virus and stay strong with each other!!!🎂🌺 ~
There are five messages that I need to tell myself since today is my special day!
1. Happy birthday to a self-willed, strong, and beautiful soul. Yes, you got it right! I am turning a year older today. HBD to me!
2. It is with great pleasure that I am here to celebrate another year of my life. I am grateful for surviving all the challenges and struggles with COVID-19 throughout the last 365 days and turning a year older.
3. Growing up, everyone around me spent all their time trying to be great. I am one of the lucky ones who has always been great. Happiest birthday to me!
4. As I turn a year older today, I am most thankful for the people around me and the gift of being alive. Happy Birthday to me and I Thank God For Waking Me Up For Another Day!~
5. I am not holding back any joy today. I will love every minute of today and laugh as much as possible because it is my day. Heartfelt Birthday to me.
Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)
“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."
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