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sloelimbs · 2 years ago

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You know those Reddit stories where someone asks their partner for an open relationship. Wether it was coerced or the person was on board from the start. But then it backfired on the one who asked when the gf finds someone better on their end or is getting more action? You should make a long one shot for repertoire but make it hellcheer😂

Jason says this’ll be fun. He says all his friends do this, that it just spices things up, that their wives love it, that it makes their marriages stronger. Chrissy isn’t sure, but taking the wedding ring off feels like shedding a hundred pounds. Jason does the same, and they go into her bedside drawer in their separate boxes. At first, she doesn’t like the idea of it. She doesn’t like the thought of having to… find someone else, when he’s out at the club trying to get with other girls.

Normally on nights alone she bathes for hours, binge watches true crime on Netflix with pretzels and rosé wine, scrolls endlessly through Twitter, and occasionally drinks a little too much and starts setting herself up on Tinder. She never gets as far as uploading her photo. She deletes the app before she goes to bed in the guest room. It’s a good thing that she never looks at her bio sober.

It takes about six months for her to gather the courage to actually put her face out there, at three in the morning, two bottles down and crying on the bathroom floor because she hasn’t seen her husband in two days. She doesn’t even know where Jason is. He’s turned his phone off and… it’s lonely. It’s really fucking lonely. Chrissy keeps her eyes closed, as she always does, and swipes at random because it doesn’t fucking matter who’s on the other end of the connection, she just wants someone to see her.

Don’t really know what I’m looking for on here. In an ‘open relationship’. Married. Miserable.

She’s pathetic, but, well. She’ll take what she can get, because that’s what Jason’s doing, right?

Eddie M. has sent you a message!

[Maybe it’s not my place to say but if you’re not vibing with the open part maybe you should skip to the part where you divorce the ungrateful sucker.]

[Sorry if that was out of line, I just hate to see a beautiful girl so sad.]

Chrissy dries her eyes, and just sends him her number. She’s going to delete the app before bed, anyway. As nice as Eddie M. looks, he’s made of the same stuff as her husband. Maybe he’s less clean cut, maybe between the long dark hair and huge dark eyes and that wolffish smile she feels a flutter in her stomach and between her thighs that she hasn’t felt since her honeymoon, but still.

<<I’m gonna go ahead and assume that was an invitation to text you. It’s Eddie! You doing okay?>> But it’s not enough. It doesn’t make the pit of loneliness and longing close up, so she highlights the number and hits call instead.

It becomes a routine. Jason disappears after supper without kissing her and she takes her phone upstairs to the hot tub to strip and call Eddie. He lives in Chicago, hundreds of miles away, full time job leading his band to greatness but he still finds time to text her throughout the day. She doesn’t go a morning without a greeting, she doesn’t go to sleep without him murmuring softly over the distance. Chrissy doesn’t just delete the app, she deletes the profile altogether and can’t stop smiling when Eddie sends her a screen recording of him doing the same.

<<It’s you and me, Princess, if that’s what you want. How’s Jason Cucker going?>>

<<Dead to me tbh.>>

It’s another two months before Eddie calls her from the airport. He’s waiting for her, and all she has to do now is leave the note and the divorce papers where they’ll be found. It doesn’t sting as much as she thought it would. She supposes any hurt would be soothed by the knowledge that you’re going to the arms of someone so beyond beloved that they’ve changed your life without ever even touching you. She doesn’t look back when she’s in the cab, and she doesn’t consider her options while she rolls her case through security, and she’s not nervous when she spots him where he promised he’d be. Standing outside Starbucks with an enormous bouquet of flowers (they won’t be allowed on the plane, she doesn’t think, but the thought itself? She melts) and an even bigger smile, holding up her order without asking her if that’s what she wanted.

It just feels like going home when she goes to him and presses her face into his chest.

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #Jason is also here #(derogatory)#eddissy #always taking requests #thank you my love this was a CHALLENGE to figure out!#emen-98

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strawberrystepmom · 28 days ago

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kendy for your astrological event, can i request a sexuality reading and a romance compatibility for me n baekhyun hehe 🥹😚

my chart:

⟢ moon: scorpio

⟢ sun: pisces

⟢ mars: pisces

⟢ neptune: capricorn

⟢ venus: taurus

baekhyun’s venus is also in taurus and his moon is in gemini 💞💕💓🩷💗💖💝💘 ty ur the best truly

hiiiii honeyyyyyyy!!! you most certainly can!!!

sexuality reading

So, let’s start off by talking about that Taurus venus. It is one of the most favorable Venus placements to hold in my humble opinion - you love in a way that is always tangible. Your partner will never feel unloved because all they have to do is look around.

You likely spoil your lover more than you realize, both with affection and materially. I feel safe saying almost all Taurus Venus holders love language is probably gift giving. They are very generous lovers. They may not want to do every single freak shit thing on god’s green earth but my word, they are givers. I love the combination of Taurus with your water signs as well, it bodes well for a really romantic person. Perhaps a little idealistic in love but who isn’t?

Moving onto the good shit now though, that Scorpio Moon. I’ve discussed being a Scorpio Moon before and I know that we have a lot of magnetism. We seem untouchable to a lot of people and that makes them want to dig around in the sandbox. We will let people play until we’ve had enough and honestly, Scorpio Moons are really One Person People. Just like Taurus Venus, it’s loyal to an insane degree. You may not be the type to really entertain different people at all - especially not sexually. You don’t mind being coveted but you never wanna be kept until you find someone worth it.

This aspect of Scorpio, this physical perception that allows it to never even open its mouth or let down its walls, creates someone who tends to be interested in voyeuristic aspects of sex. They like to watch and be watched, many have exhibitionist streaks at the very least. Many are into cuckolding and if they’re the cuck or cucker just depends on the person. Sex is an emotional experience for Scorpio with the right partner and strictly a physical release with someone they don’t feel ready to open up to - they’re very good at being detached in that sense.

Pisces is very romantic and dreamy and fantasy driven. You may like to roleplay - this is also something Taurus Venus is a fan of, you see a lot of domestic fantasy RP with them. You can be anything so you’ll be exactly what your partner wants but make sure you’re being forthcoming about your own needs and desires too. It’s easy to go with the flow but the wrong person can make the flow about them and be selfish. You are a giving lover but don’t give too much!!!

compatibility reading

Compatibility here is good if you ask me! You love the same way, two Taurus Venuses. Loyal and steady and indulgent. Love that. I will say the stubbornness here could be an issue but his Gemini Moon which is far less intense and quick to act than your Scorpio Moon may be the balm that soothes it. Gemini will find a resolution and fast. He probably thinks on his feet really well and that makes tension practically nonexistent when you’re on the same page.

A bonding activity I’d recommend for the two of you would be to design a coffee table book with your couple photos in it. Taurus is very aesthetically gifted (so is your Pisces Sun) so you can both pitch in to create something unique and beautiful.

liked what you read here? stop by my event and submit a request!

#answered #hoestradamus #an astrological event

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cowboycucker · 1 month ago

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You are an affront to god. My husband is a cowboy and every night he whimpers into his pillow because of you. You have ruined my marriage. Fuck you cowboy cucker. You cucked my cowboy and now he's inconsolable.

Idk shit happens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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sugudoe · 8 months ago

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─── ✶ BAD COP & GOOD COP!

✶ summary: you’re such a good girl, but you behaved terribly, and the consequence is to be interrogated by two cops — like old movies, one is rough, one is gentle.

✶ a. notes: hi. . . i’m shy. but i had to.

✶ syllabus: nanami x fem!reader ╱ gojo x fem!reader ╱ SMUT ╱ threesome ╱ unprotected sex ╱ swearing ╱ almost a foursome on the end ╱ handcuffed ╱ smoking ╱ praise kink ╱ a lot. . . ╱ divider

✶ word count: 3.8k

“How many times do I have to repeat?! I’m not a hooker!” Those are words you’ve never thought would come out of your mouth, yet here they are, slashing your tongue and releasing into the world, bothering the cop on the other side of the room and the redhead on the cell next to yours.

Is not a lie that you deserve to be in here this moment, you did participated in a terrible fight at the bar and outside of it, property damage and maybe a lawsuit will be coming to bite your pretty ass later, but being called a prostitute because your skirt is a bit too short, and your leather top barely covers your nipples? Rude.

“She’s lying!” Unnamed and irrelevant redhead argues. “This bitch was trying to sell sex to my boyfriend.”

The cop sitting at the desk facing opposite to your separate cells groans, “Not again.” he mumbles.

“Excuse me?! Your goblin ass looking boyfriend was all over me, I tried to push him away and you started to be a cunt, what are you a cucker?” You clicked the heels of your shiny black boots on the floor when you uncrossed your legs. “Seriously, girl, is embarrassing to be fighting for any man, but for that weird creature is even worse. Where did you even find him? The sewer?” A laugh is heard after that, both of you stare ahead, and now you have no regrets of being in this place.

In front of you, talking with the grumbling cop who was designed to keep care of the troublemakers of the night, is the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Long legs that make you wonder why isn’t he a model, large shoulders and muscular chest under his black shirt. What catches your attention, really, is his white voluptuous hair and the blue eyes he has that keeps glancing at you.

“See that?” You whisper for the girl, she is already looking at him through her bruised eyes, your courtesy. “That’s someone worth fighting for.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She snaps loud, and both guards are looking at her now, you simply stared at your handcuffed hands, playing innocent.

“What’s going on here?” The pretty male comes near your cell, eyeing both of you down with a smirk in his face. “Ladies, you two caused a lot of trouble for that bar, hm. Whatever happened there, we will find later, but for now keep your swearing on the low. Detective Nanami doesn’t like foul language.” The man leaves you both and go back to his coworker.

“Shut up, Gojo.” The man on the desk turns around, showing his face for the first time, and you can’t help but again wonder if this is a police station or a modeling agency. “We should start this sooner better than later, I want to go home.” The named Nanami stretches his arm up, making you gulp with the view of his toned gigantic arms, and they way his blue shirt rises a bit, showing his blonde happy trails.

You take your eyes off him only when he is back at the position of staring down at some papers, and you turn over to your cell mate, she is already looking at you.

“Yeah, I get it.” Redhead agrees in a mumble.

“Which one wants to go first?” Gojo, you recall his name, asks. Before you can react, your cellmate already points at you. “You’re right, ma’am, we should start with the one that was scratching your face. C’mon.”

Gojo opens the door, he moves inside the cell and gently grabs your arm, prompting you to move with him. Before you leave, you shot a last glance to the other woman, and raises your middle finger to her. Gojo smiles.

He, accompanied by detective Nanami behind the two of you, takes you to a smaller and colder room. The walls are painted a mix of grey and blue, there is an iron table where you are seated, and in front of you, the opposite wall, a large mirror is facing you. You’ve seen too many action movies to know what that means, someone is on the other side.

Gojo puts your hands on the table, removing the handcuff from one of your hands, you now notice a metal bar, where he loops the chains and again, handcuffs you. Huh, you think, in the movies they are off.

Nanami is in front of you, back to the mirror, giving you a perfect notion of how large his back is. Unfortunately, unlike Gojo, Nanami barely looks at you. At first, his attention was on the papers and now he focus on a cigarette pack — trembling fingers picking one and, surprisingly, he comes your way in quick steps. He doesn’t say anything, just moves the stick towards your mouth, you open it and closes around it, staring at him with doe eyes.

He grunts.

You sense fingers on your chin, moving your face away from Nanami, and soon, fire lights your cigarette. Thanks for Gojo, who you also stare the same way.

He grins.

Both males are by your side, staring down at you, making you feel like a prey ready to be eaten alive, you can sense amongst the smoke a little tension in the air. The good kind, the one that makes your legs shake a bit and core hot. So, while both move to the chairs in front of yours, you put one leg on top of the other, hoping to calm down whatever is starting to wet your underwear.

“Let’s talk about your little rendezvous, alright?” Gojo breaks the atmosphere with another smile of his, you nod, moving closer to the table so you can raise your hand and take the cig from your mouth. Not noticing how that makes your boobs more prominent, or the two pair of eyes that go straight to it. “Tell me what happened.”

The smoke come all the way up, hiding details of yours and their faces, you take is as a strength sign. Just say something, and you will be out.

“I was bored at home, so I called my girlfriends and we decided to go to this new club in Shibuya.” Another puff, your red lips are tinting the stick, you focus your eyes on that. “While I was there, this weird looking guy started to believe he knew me, that I was a sexual content creator. He said he spend five thousand with “my” videos but never received anything, and therefore, I own him something back.”

Nanami and Gojo are quiet, still staring.

“Listen, I know my outfit can scream “slut” or whatever, but I’m not that desperate. It’s not something I usually wear, but I was confident and happy.” You don’t need to explain yourself, but you still do. And they still are quiet.

“So, I slapped him.” Gojo snorts, shaking his head. “And out of nowhere, sprouts the girl you’ve already met. Saying it’s her boyfriend, and when I told her that he pays for sexual content, she slapped me, saying I’m trying to sell myself to him.”

“So, you slapped her back?” Gojo wonders.

“No.” You whisper back, ashes from your cig fall on the table. “No, I… I grabbed her hair and smashed her skull on the nearest table.”

“What?” Gojo comes closer on the table, and you push back the instinct to either move away or closer.

“In my defense, her slap was really hard.” You raise a bit of your hair, showing the red mark of her hand and little purples circles where her finger tips was.

“But that’s not where it stopped, right?” Nanami asks, grabbing Gojo’s shirt and making the white haired move away from you. “Otherwise, her face wouldn’t be that fucked up, and she is also limping.” His hands entangle on top of the table, veins popping all the way from his ringless fingers to his arms. You gulp, putting the cigarette on the ashtray. “What did you do, Y/n?”

“I…” You cough. “Aren’t I supposed to have a lawyer here?”

“Sure, that’s your right by law. But we are just making small talk.” Gojo is the one to answer, taking your eyes from the intimidating piercing ones of Nanami. “And there is no recordings being made right now, no cameras or sound, the other side of that mirror is also empty.”

“Can I have some water?” You mumble, Nanami nods and get up. “And, I want a lawyer, as well.”

“I’ll call one for you, the only one awake at this hour, I’m sure.” He moves out of the room, leaving you with Gojo.

“Listen,” Gojo starts, getting up from his chair and coming near, sitting on the edge of the table. “Nanami is a rough guy, y’know? He lives by the rules and law, as anyone should, but if you feel like you need to say something about what happened, and you are too scared of him, you say now, and you say to me. I’m one of the good ones.” He moves his head to the side, looking rather cute. “The girl you beat and her shitty boyfriend deserved it, but you are hiding something.” Gojo again has his fingers on your chin. “Let me help you, doll.”

“Hm.” You whimper, wondering if you should do this. Is like Gojo is a siren, if he is lying, he can drown you with just a simple confession. Contrary to your fear, you nod.

“Good girl, now talk.” All restrain you had was throw out the door, your silly brain went liquid, and words started to spill.

“I have anger attacks, sometimes.” You whisper like it’s a sin, feeling like you’re inside a confessionary. “I was in a relationship a while ago, that’s how I got rid of the anger, with sex, releasing through the pain. But he couldn’t deal with it anymore, and I wasn’t satisfied, so we broke up. That’s why I went to the bar, I wanted to get laid because I was super stressed. And when she hit me, I blacked out and attacked.”

With the way Gojo eyes you, you definitely feel inside a confessionary. It’s all so hot and heavy, and you wonder if he is judging you or not — if he was lying.

“You poor thing.” Gojo coos at you, caressing your cheeks and making you realize he never left his hands from your face. “Your secret is safe with me.” His face is inches from yours when he whisper, but soon the door opens and he simply stares at Nanami, still near you.

“What are you doing, Gojo?” Nanami closes the door behind him, he comes your way and again, you feel pressed by their aura. Nanami stares at you, and just like he did with the cigarettes, he moves the cup to your lips. You feel relief on your dry throat, but while staring at his hard gaze, grows the need to drink a whole water tank.

“Nothing much, Nanami. I’m just getting to know our little prisoner.” You feel two different emotions with that sentence, the first is again the hotness between your legs, and the second is the fear. You can not go to jail.

“Please, I don’t want to go to jail, please.” You beg while tears start to fall over your pink cheeks, like glitter, it shines in your look. The men stare at you, fascinated. Nanami’s large hand touches you, cleaning them with delicacy.

“You won’t if you cooperate. Can you do that for us?” He asks, bending down to meet your face to clean the smears from your eyeliner. You nod at him. “Good girl.”

What the actual fuck. Nanami smirks like he knows your disgustingly good thoughts, and he and Gojo go back to their chairs.

“Tell me what happened. Now.” He commands, crossing his arms. You stare at Gojo, desperate and scared, and he nods. You sense it’s his way of giving you comfort, so you start to repeat what you had told him earlier, minus the sex part, but it’s even more embarrassing with Nanami focused solely on you, but another thing happens that shakes your core, again.

It’s Gojo. Under the table, his pointy black shoes starts to caress your legs. What you thought was just a coincidence, and then comfort, turned into it going up, and up and… Up. You gasped when he started to push your legs open.

“Gojo, stop.” Nanami stops your irrational rant. The named male smiles his way, before rolling his eyes and moving back on the chair, leaving your space. You pout right away.

“Oh, look at that, Nanami.” They both stare at you, catching your pathetic expression before you morph back into a sad one. “She wants it. I think she even wants us both. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Air scapes from your lungs, it feels even more hot than before when you try to answer, so you wonder. You might go to jail in just a few hours, so wouldn’t you like for your last day as a free person to be mesmerizing?

It’s like time stops, and you think of all your options. You stay still and question your sanity. You are not drunk, that’s a fact the breathalyzer confirmed hours ago. You’re not with a fever as well. All your thoughts are just you, your actions are fully yours. You’re not only in control of them, but also in control of Nanami and Gojo.

So, you nod.

Gojo is the first to get up, he moves towards his pocket, to grab your key, but Nanami stops him.

“No, let them on.” The blonde says, and Gojo smirks while deciding then to move your face in his direction, he stares at you, hovering over the table, silently asking for confirmation, and you give him with a nod. “Use your words.”

“Please, I want it. I want you both.” You complied to Nanami’s demand a second later, he hums.

Gojo softly uses his hand on your face to move you more closer, to the point where you have to get up and lean on the cold table. He smirks while analyzing your goosebumps. You whine, he is soo close, and yet he won’t kiss you.

Your whining turns into a yelp when pain comes after a slap sound. While leaning, your butt had been up in the air, and Nanami took his chance behind you. Most likely, he used his hand, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he had used a belt with that strength.

You try to stare at him behind you, but Gojo tightens his hold on you.

“No whining, sweetie. Nanami doesn’t like it.” Gojo presses light kisses on your cheeks, while another slap comes and you scream again.

“No screaming, as well.” Nanami’s chest is glued to your back, his hot breath on your neck has your already wet underwear even more heavier. “You did bad things today, why would you think this would be easier, doll.”

You stare at Gojo, pouting and blinking your glittery eyes.

“Awn, Nanami, look at her.” Gojo smiles at you before Nanami slaps again your ass, he didn’t even need to rise your skirt, all you had to do was bend and you were bare for him. “She’s so cute, but he is right, baby. You need to learn a little lesson, and then the fun begins.”

You nod at his words, closing your eyes for the sting that kept growing after every hard slap Nanami gave. You kept counting in your head, and when he reached ten, you stared at him. He nodded at Gojo, and when you faced the other male, his lips was on you for the first time. Biting, sucking, demanding to put his tongue in you, you complied to everything, followed his actions.

Gojo’s hand went down to your neck, holding it tight, a contrast to the way he had been holding you softly the whole night. He parted from your lips and started to kiss and suck on your neck, Nanami took his lead, doing the same on your shoulders and back, unlike Gojo, the other male rather bite you.

You kept your little moans and gasps hidden, but they could feel it. Nanami again was pressing himself on your back, his bulge coming in between your ass and you couldn’t hold longer. The clink of the chains hitting the table when you fell a little more on it made both males step back.

“What is it, princess?” Gojo asked, your face and upper body was resting on cold metal calming you a bit. “It’s too much? We’ve barely done anything.”

“She’s so sensitive. I thought you needed this, for your anger, right?” You raise your head to stare behind you at Nanami, he smirks at your confused face. “I was talking with the lawyer on that room.” He points to the mirror. “I heard your little secret, isn’t this what calms you down? To be put in your place with a little bit of pain?” You nod, embarrassed.

“Your ex must have been really terrible if it only took five slaps for you to calm down.” Gojo laughs, staring down at you.

“Ten.” You correct. “It was ten slaps.”

“You’re right, Gojo. She is a fucking good girl.” Nanami’s large hands start to touch your folds, moving your lingerie aside, and inserting calmly one finger. If with just a few slaps of him you had melted, now it felt more hot. “How many more you want, doll?”

You shake your head, babbling when he inserts two more fingers, Nanami keeps his timing fast and deep, curling the tip of his fingers in the perfect spot. You keep closing around him, and he groans behind you.

“I think she wants cock, not fingers.” You nod at Gojo’s words, and he laughs sweetly. “Can you open that pretty mouth for me, princess?”

You do as he said, and two of his fingers enters your mouth, going all the way to the end. But you don’t even choke, staring up at him, moaning a bit. Gojo’s eyes sparkle with mischief.

“So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, both him and Nanami move away from you again, and before you start whinnying of the lack of touch, your hear the amazing sound of belts and zippers opening. “Open again, baby.”

You stare at Gojo’s cock for a long time, neither he or Nanami complaining. You are entranced by it, and follow his command, opening the largest you can. Nanami puts you more up on the table, your hands holding the edges of it, chains again hitting the metal. Gojo presses his tip on your puff lips, your tongue dances around it before you start to suck him, going more and more deeper.

He starts thrusting into your mouth, his white pubic hair touching your face, while your eyes are focused solely on him. Gojo has his head throw back, one hand on your hair. He moans loud when your mouth closes more around him, your gag shocking you, the reasonable reaction to the feeling of being penetrated by Nanami — it’s not that you forgot about him, his fingers were back inside you while Gojo was facefucking you, but you hadn’t noticed their absence, not until his cock was put in the place, free of condoms you could sense. Much more thicker than any other you had, you moaned with a mouth full.

“She’s so fucking tight.” Nanami groans, both of his hands gripping your hips on top of the leather mini skirt, he started to thrust at an even faster speed than Gojo, pounding you with enough strength to make the table shake. All your moans were drowned in your throat, the vibration going straight to Gojo’s cock. You knew he liked it, his hold on your hair hurting you was the confirmation.

“I’m not even mad I’m not fucking her, she knows how to suck so good.” Gojo adds to Nanami’s compliment. Both males sensing your gummy walls and mouth clenching. “So cute, she loves to be praised. You’re such a good fucker, baby.” You roll your eyes when Nanami grabs you hair in a ponytail, Gojo’s dick slip but he’s soon to follow your movement, and you are eager to take him back.

You feel the pull in your body, and you look up desperate at Gojo, hoping he understands what’s to happen. Simultaneously, your clenching on Nanami starts to be even more tighter, they both moan at the sensitive feeling you provide.

“Are you asking for permission to cum, baby?” Gojo asks sweetly, the contrast to his violent thrusts on your throat. You try to nod, chocking once again, and he laughs amidst another moan. “Can she cum, Kento? He’s the boss, baby. I know I will in a minute, and you will take it all, right?” Again, you choke in a nod.

“Yeah, she fucking will.” Nanami cold voice shakes your legs, much as his movements does. “Mine and yours, she’s going to take it all.” Nanami leaves your hair to go back to your hips, he lifts one of your legs to the table, and you almost cry with how deeper he goes now. “You can fucking cum.”

He doesn’t need to say it twice, with a few more thrusts, Gojo’s hot liquid starts to drown you, and with that, your own release it’s to follow. None of that affects Nanami, he keeps going and going, raising more and more of your legs on the table, until after Gojo removes his dick and you gulp it all down. He stares at you lovingly, the contrast to your fucked up face, eyes going behind your skull, back arching. Nanami’s weight is on top of you on the table. What felt like hours later turned into seconds when you feel his own release inside you. He keeps sloppy thrusting, making sure it all stays deep in you, before pulling out and sighing loud.

Your trembling legs are not enough to keep you up, you almost fall to the ground, but thanks to the handcuffs on the metal bar, you keep stuck in the table, babbling a little mess. Gojo laughs at you and Nanami puts you back on the chair, caressing your messy hair.

“So fucking good. Can you take more, doll?” He asks, making you remember that Gojo still didn’t fucked you properly. You nod, eager to have them again.

Nanami leaves the room to get you water, Gojo is on the floor seconds later, between your legs, devouring your cunt and tasting the mix of yours and Nanami’s release. None of you notice the male back, but he clears his throat making you stare at the door, behind him, is a figure with a black suit.

“Thought you should meet your lawyer, doll, Hiromi Higuruma.” You try to close your legs, but Gojo won’t let you, instead he slaps your thighs and inserts two fingers. You moan desperately staring at your lawyer. “How about another one for the fun?”

You eagerly nod.

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ghostiefrog-arts · 2 months ago

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AT LEAST GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE YOU CUCKER I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT MY ACCOUNT NAME IS! BRIAN TAGS ME IN EVERY OTHER POST HE MAKES!

GOD.

(I’m totally joking btws)

@briandraws @bluestrawberrybunny

I don’t think it’s talked about enough how impressive it is that Brian has managed to write THIS MANY Marware fanfics in such a short amount of time. We were having a conversation about this in the fan server were in and it gave me the idea to make this video :)

#smg4 #artists on tumblr #hamilton musical #ao3 #marware fanfiction #smg4 fanfiction #ghostfrog #froggie #froggie talks

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thiefnessman · 2 years ago

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watched cleo’s ep and man scar was just a continuous string of… scar saying things. “my magical wood” “cockers/cuckers” (thank god they changed the team name) “the goat banged me” “i’ve got hoes on lock here” please…

#i know the mispronunciations are unintentional and he legitimately doesn’t do those on purpose #but ‘would you like to see my magical wood’? cmon #(im assuming he said cuckers idk for certain bc cleo bleeped it out)#limited life #limited life spoilers #CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THE HOES LINE. THAT ONE WAS *DEFINITELY* INTENTIONAL

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 years ago

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Would you rec HR with the hero being a Duke? I haven't really read many good ones

Sure!

Waking Up with The Duke by Lorraine Heath--The "please get my wife pregnant because I'm impotent thanks bro" book. The hero is a duke, who's like this genteel type of lover type. Sleeps around a lot, keeps it classy with his affairs, is hopelessly in love with his best friend's wife. You know the drill.

When the Duke was Wicked by Lorraine Heath--This one has the "my wife and child died so now I'm a dissolute rake" duke, who agrees to teach his (decently younger, virginal) family friend how to select a good husband, only to start like, tonguefucking her in his office and stuff.

Daring and The Duke by Sarah MacLean--Evil duke! OR IS HE? Probably better to read the first two books in this series, each of which focuses on one of the duke's brothers.

Duke of Sin by Elizabeth Hoyt--cRaZy duke! People think everyone is exaggerating about how insane this guy is. They aren't. He's fully batshit crazy and falls in love with his housekeeper whose every reaction is "this might as well happen".

Accidentally Compromising the Duke by Stacy Reid--As discussed previously, has a sad single father widower duke who cannot maintain any degree of chill around the heroine, despite "only wanting a stepmother for his daughters". Sure bro!

The Return of the Duke by Lorraine Heath--He's not actively a duke, but he's trying to regain his title as it as taken from the family after his father was convicted of trying to murder Queen Victoria. So there's a lot of like, duke identity crises.

My Dirty Duke by Joanna Shupe--A novella, and not for the faint of heart, but oh so worth it. The hero is like.... 18 to 20. The hero is her father's best friend. Please, I'm begging to be canceled for this.

The Chasing of Eleanor Vane by Sierra Simone--Another duke age gap romance. The heroine is engaged to the hero's nephew. Both leads are bisexual. A novella.

An Education in Pleasure by Eva Leigh--The hero is a young (early twenties) duke and the heroine is a good bit older than him and teaches him about sex.

Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare--A fun duke! A slutty duke who says he'll marry the random barmaid in order to make his mom happy, except his mom GOES WITH IT. So many courtesy titles for this duke, so little time to recite them while he's got her bent over a desk.

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare--A scarred duke! So ugly! So mean! Marries the heroine so that he can get an heir, but the procreative sex quickly becomes just. Like. Hardcore fucking.

How to Love A Duke in Ten Days by Kerrigan Byrne--Scarred duke, but much darker. Traumatized (from past sexual assault) heroine who needs to marry someone in order to escape her blackmailer. Very emotional romance between two wounded people.

Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean (out 8/23)--DADDY DUKE. Very stern, will smack that ass and pull that hair. But like. How gentlemanly.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe--Not out until January, but this is my reminder that everyone should read the Rogues of Fifth Avenue series, in part because they're all good and in part because you get periodic appearances from this duke, the Duke of Fuckwood Lockwood, a man who gets cucked twice (so far) but keeps going because his dick is just that big.

What I Did for A Duke by Julie Anne Long--A vengeful duke! Gets cucked and decides to ruin the cucker's little sister, only for her to be like "this is a pretty obvious plot on your part" and charm him completely. Age gap; she's about 20 and he's 39/40.

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long--Another age gap duke (42 to her 25) who falls in love with an opera singer who annoys him with her scandalous nature and incredible hotness.

The Duchess Hunt by Lorraine Heath--Workplace daddy duke! Falls in love with his Girl Friday/secretary as she tries to help him find a wife. Big Tony/Pepper vibes if you've seen... any Iron Man movie. Includes the patented Lorraine Heath "ride me" moment.

Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt--Another wackadoodle Hoyt duke. Georgian Batman duke, vigilante by night, fuck machine also by night, the man never sleeps.

The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne--River pirate duke! Kills the heroine's evil brother and evil groom on her wedding day and spirits her away! There is a scene where she says they aren't married and he basically goes "maritime law" and I do laugh very hard when I read it.

Her Night with The Duke by Diana Quincy--"Oops" duke, who finds out that the woman he had a passionate one night stand with is actually the stepmother of the woman he's courting. We all make mistakes, even dukes.

The Courtesan Duchess by Joanna Shupe--"Mistakes have been made" duke who leaves his wife after the wedding to go fuck around in Europe for like, 6-8 years. But she needs a son to fend off the people coming after her financially, so she relies on his incredible himbo nature and disguises herself as a courtesan in order to get pregnant. Please get a better memory, duke.

The Duke I Tempted by Scarlett Peckham--"Whips and chains excite me" duke, but actually. A sexually submissive duke who has another big secret, but his primary big secret is the fact that he goes to see dominatrixes for punishment. WHAT WILL HIS WIFE SAY AND WILL SHE BE INTO IT??? WHO'S TO SAY.

Anthologies:

Duke I'd Like to F...--Includes the novellas I mentioned above plus a couple more good ones.

Big Duke Energy--Have not read this one, but it has good authors involved and I will read it.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 2 years ago

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(Open Rp) "Enter the Dragon King"

A Long time ago in the Small Town Where everything Is peaceful as Usual...well...Almost Peaceful. Everyone was hearing about the Son of the Mayor Name Damien Cartman Who has cuckhold on His own fiance Who is Name Saphira Lorraina Fox with Many Different other Women, She was Furious and began to Cussing him out like a sailor then She grabbed him by the ear and Dragged His Sorry cheaten ass to His Fathers office and she said to the Mayor Cartman,

Saphira: "Mr. Cartman, I found your Son Sleeping around with 20 different other women in Our bed we're suppose to be shared with..He's a "CUCKER"!"

Mr Cartman: "A Cucker!, Please Don't call my son like that..there's got to be another way to settle this.."

Saphira: "No can do sir, I'm breaking Off the Engagement! I will not marry To someone who is a "Cucker" and Cause a huge Trouble in this town, I saw Him Tourmented and harassed those good people! He Ruined Mr. Leo's good Veggies stands and even Mistreated poor ol'Mrs. Maria at the Bridal Boutique."

Mr Cartman: " He Did what!?, *turns to Damien* Damien! Whats the Meaning of this!?"

Damien:" Dad please! She's Lying Honest!"

Then an angry Town Folk Shouted and got angry, the Farmer told the Mayor That His son Ruined his Crops and Everyone else told him everything...then the mayor was Furious and Apoligize to everyone Including saphira For all the troubles his Moronic Son has Caused...and then Saphira threw an engagement ring and said "I hope those Women are worth it ya "Cucker!" She turns away and head home and remove all the Stuff...but Then..She hears the Loud Roar and Saw a Huge Dragon Flown From the Mighty mountains swooping Down and terrorizing the town...and She heard that this Huge Dragon is the King Of all Dragons...He is known as "The Dragon King"...She gasp and was shocked about this creature...after the Dragon returns to its Lair...Apparently..The Mayor Begged the Dragon king to Spare this town..but the Dragon king Decided to tell him that he wants a Lovely Maiden Who is beautiful and faire and Sent her Up to the Mountains to the Castle Ruins where the House Of Dragons was Once Stood before the war...So Saphira Volunteered to be the sacrificed, The Mayor Bows and thanked her...So Saphira head off...and when she got up to the Mighty mountains and to the Castle ruins...When She sees it..She Dressed up in Pure beautiful Kimono and wears her beautiful Crown...There's one thing that mayor and everyone else Did now know that Saphira, Is The Princesss of Sakutopia in Disguised. After changing into her royal Outfit and wears a cloak..She went inside and saw the scratches and also burn marks on the walls....Then..She made it to the Throne room and she said," Dragon King, I am Sent here as a maiden sacrifice...Come Forth, Let me See thy Face" Her voice echoing turns into silence until She hears the Sinister but seductive laughing..She turns around and saw a Same dragon once before and She said.." Who are you Dragon king?" Then he said...

#Open Rp #romance #Drama #Dragon King #Spring

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teddysgrahms · 2 years ago

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Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida

Part One: Introduction to T&C

Welcome to my unhinged recount of William Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, written in 1599 (or so some scholars have come to settle upon) and published in 1609. If you’ve never heard of this play before, I don’t blame you; it’s definitely not Shakespeare’s magnum opus. I’ll sum it up for you in short: the Trojan War, but it’s a sitcom.

This play is categorized officially as a “Shakespearean problem play,” but I like to think of it as a comedy. It has also been considered something in between a “history” and a “tragedy,” though that’s awfully generous considering how everything plays out.

If you’re not familiar with the Trojan War, essentially it’s entirely based on hurt pride, both that of the gods and mortals. The Spartan King Menelaus’ wife Helen leaves him and Greece to be with the young prince of Troy, Paris. Reasons for this vary from source to source, from Aphrodite’s intervention to actual human feelings. Menelaus and his brother Agamemnon, King of Mycenae, call all the men of Greece to arms to take siege of Troy and win Helen back. This goes on for like 10 years, but on the bright side, we get the iconic Trojan horse.

I will talk about the Trojan war another time because I would love to get into the mythology around it and The Iliad, but for now we’re focusing on Troilus and Cressida and Shakespeare’s take on the war. Before getting into the plot and analysis, we’ll spend this first post looking at the cast of characters and a bit of context surrounding Shakespeare’s characterizations. The next few posts will be plot summary with witty commentary, and then a whole bunch of analysis and even more commentary.

Finally, let’s establish that a lot of what I’m saying here is gonna be biased. I do not apologize for that. There are some things that are just the way they are, but most of it is all through my interpretation. If you’d like to experience the play firsthand, I recommend reading a pdf (there’s plenty, all of them free) or watching a shitty production on YouTube. Now, let’s move onto the characters!

Photo source: Troilus and Cressida pdf from Internet Archive

Priam

The elderly king of Troy, aka the Trojan Whore. He is famous for having fifty sons and fifty daughters. He loves his wife Hecuba, and Hector is his favorite son (real).

Hector

Trojan Prince, regarded as one of, if not the best Trojan soldier. He is logical and loyal to his father, people, and wife, Andromache.

Troilus

A young Trojan Prince, one of the titular characters, who is madly in love with Cressida.

Paris

The cucker prince of Troy who stole Helen away from Greece and started this whole damn thing. Honestly, he’s kind of a baby, and not in an endearing way.

Deiphobus

I don’t think he’s actually important like at all. Lol. Another Trojan Prince who also fights in the war.

Helenus

A Trojan Prince who is also a priest. He does not fight in the war, but his input and presence at his father’s table are important nonetheless.

Margarelon

A bastard son of Priam, meaning he is illegitimate and irrelevant. He literally appears in one scene I don’t know what to tell you.

Aeneas

A Trojan commander and friend of Troilus. He often acts as a messenger between the Greek and Trojan forces.

Antenor

Another Trojan commander whose main purpose in this play is to be a bartering chip.

Calchas

A Trojan priest having an affair with the Greek forces. He is Cressida’s father and considered a no-good traitor by the Trojans.

Pandarus

Calchas’ brother and Cressida’s uncle. He prides himself on facilitating Cressida and Troilus’ relationship. He is also one of the silliest old men ever.

Agamemnon

The Grecian general and King of Mycenae. He is stern and prideful, though not as prideful as his cuckold brother Menelaus.

Menelaus

Brother to Agamemnon and cuckold of the century. He lost his wife (who was probably less than half his age) to some skinny boy with smooth cheeks. His ego must be that big to compensate for something…perhaps that’s why Helen left.

Achilles

Aristos Achaean himself. Young prince of Phthia and arguably the strongest of the Grecian commanders. His current whereabouts are in his tent with his lover, Patroclus.

Ajax

A mighty Greek warrior. He is often ridiculed for his rather low intelligence.

Ulysses

Better known as Odysseus, the prince of Ithaca and a Greek commander. He is conniving and clever, and also my worst enemy.

Diomedes

King of Argos and cunning warrior. Good friend to Ulysses and the second biggest asshole among the Greek forces.

Nestor

King of Pylos and feisty old man. He acts as both a commander and advisor within the Grecian army.

Patroclus

Exiled prince of Opus and lover of Achilles. Well-liked by many and probably the best person morality-wise in this entire play.

Thersites

The funniest Grecian ever. All he does is spit insults and bars; he’s my hero.

Alexander

Servant to Cressida. Not sure why he’s named since he’s in literally one scene.

Helen

Wife of Menelaus currently sleeping with Paris. Regarded as the fairest woman in all of Greece, she is the face that launched a thousand ships.

Andromache

Wife of Hector. Loyal and caring Trojan lady.

Cassandra

Daughter of Priam and a prophetess. People really ought to listen to what she’s saying.

Cressida

The other titular character who is listed at the end of the cast for some reason. She is the daughter of Calchas and niece of Pandarus. Her key traits include girlboss and comedian.

Now that we’ve got a general idea of who’s who, let’s briefly discuss how Shakespeare went about characterizing these Ancient Greek figures and depicting the Trojan War.

The first big thing to note is that, since this play is a comedy, a lot of what happens is ridiculous. Every important character is a terrible person (except Patroclus he did nothing wrong), which contrasts the original portrayals of Ancient Greek figures as honorable and good. They are less figures than they are actual people in this play; many have flaws that lead to poor decisions and unfortunate turns of events. It should also be mentioned that many of these characterizations are inaccurate and exaggerated for comedic and plot purposes.

In terms of plot, Shakespeare sets the play in the eighth year of the Trojan War in a time of truce between the Greek and Trojan forces. A lot of events that happen in this play don’t actually occur during the Trojan War as it is accepted to have happened, whether in general Greek mythology or The Iliad. Shakespeare takes great creative liberty with the Trojan War and rather than focus on the war as a key plot element has it serve mostly as a setting and backdrop for what occurs.

Though the play is titled Troilus and Cressida, the plot focuses on both the “romance” of the two Trojans and the Greeks plans to knock Achilles’ ego down a peg. Overall, it’s great fun to read and watch, and I look forward to summarizing the events in a future post (or several posts.) Thank you for reading!

#shakespeare #troilus and cressida #teddy’s shakespeare #greek mythology

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