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kawaiiblossoms04 · 2 months ago

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NeXT on A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt.4 | Nanami x Reader

Somehow, this man persuades you to give up your lease and move in with him—not because he can't stand to be apart from you (even though we all know that's the truth), but because "it's more efficient" and "cuts down the commute" between his place and yours.

SIR.

JUST SAY YOU WANT TO WAKE UP NEXT TO ME EVERY DAY.

But sure. Efficiency.

So you move in. And after this man tells you to "make yourself at home," you take that as your God-given right to decorate his bleak, depressing bachelor pad while he's at work.

And when he comes home?

This man STOPS IN THE DOORWAY.

Looks around. Slowly side-eyes you. Then side-eyes the shopping bags from Marshalls and HomeGoods.

Then—completely deadpan:

"I just don't see the purpose of excessive decoration."

SIR.

I AM TRYING TO GIVE YOUR SOULLESS APARTMENT SOME LIFE.

And when you look up? HE'S ACTUALLY POUTING at the potted plant like it personally insulted him.

Now he's side-eyeing the decorative books on the coffee table.

The excessive throw pillows on the couch.

The candles in the living room.

The rose gold/copper-colored pots and pans you proudly placed on the kitchen counter.

This man is grieving.

You almost giggle—but instead, you walk over and kiss him.

Because at the end of the day?

He's letting it happen.

Then there was The Target Incident

Nanami cannot go shopping with you anymore. It's an unspoken rule at this point now.

Because today?

Today, he made the grave mistake of agreeing to take you to Target.

And now? He is suffering.

Nanami hates shopping with you.

Not because he minds spending time with you—no, he loves that part.

But because you are a menace.

You wander. You stop in every aisle. You compare things for way too long.

Nanami walks in with purpose. His eyes scan for the essentials. He is a man with a mission.

You?

Immediately veers left. Straight into the Dollar Spot.

Nanami clenches his jaw.

"Do we really need to start here?"

You is already holding a ceramic pumpkin, a mini chalkboard, and a random basket.

"This is necessary."

He exhales. First loss of the day.

And worst of all?

You make him hold things.

So now, this 6'3, business-casual man is standing in the hair care aisle, looking out of place as hell, holding a basket full of snacks, a random bag of flour, and a pink loofah.

"I thought we came here for toilet paper."

You nod, placing a giant throw blanket you found and a new flat iron in the cart.

"We did."

Silence.

Nanami's eye twitches.

Another aisle later......

As the two of you start to get comfortable living together, Nanami shames you even more for the amount of unnecessary things you buy.

But this man? This financially responsible, logic-driven man?

He still buys the cheapest toilet paper at Target.

We are talking 1-Ply Basic, store-brand, thin, ass-skidding TP.

SIR. OOF. YOU DON'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF.

YOU DESERVE 2-PLY AT MINIMUM, SIR.

You walk up beside him, wrapping your arms around his broad frame.

You leaned into his side, and he relaxes slightly into the hug.

Nanami stares at the shelf.

One-ply store brand. $4.99.

Charmin Ultra Soft. $16.99.

His eyes narrow as he watches you eye the Charmin toilet paper.

You squint at him. "Why can't we get the name-brand stuff?!"

Nanami sighs, already anticipating this debate.

"Is a more expensive, name-brand item really worth the same results?"

He points to the store-brand box, sighing heavily. "This will work just as well."

He reaches for the cheap one. You SLAP HIS HAND.

SIR, I DO NOT THINK SO?

I REFUSE TO USE SANDPAPER ON MY ASS.

"I believe in financial responsibility."

SIR.

THEN WHY IS YOUR TOILET PAPER TRANSPARENT?!

You glare at him, arms crossed, staring him down like this is the greatest betrayal of your relationship.

"I do not want see-through toilet paper, Kento."

Nanami sighs again, rubbing his temple, before relenting and grabbing the Charmin Ultra Soft.

You beam. "Thank you, honey."

He doesn't acknowledge the nickname.

He simply places the expensive toilet paper in the cart and keeps walking.

After Nanami reluctantly tosses the Charmin Ultra Soft into the cart, you press a triumphant kiss to his cheek, and he sighs, resigned. But just when he thinks the suffering is over, you take a sharp turn—straight into the home decor aisle. His stomach sinks.

Oh no. Not this again.

And now, here he is, again standing beside you in the home decor aisle, arms crossed, looking like he's in physical pain.

Meanwhile, you're sniffing candles like your life depends on it.

Five minutes later...

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. "What exactly are we doing here?"

You glance up, completely serious. "Finding the best scent for the bedroom."

His brow twitches. "What's the difference between this one and the last three?"

You gasp, offended. "This one has a hint of vanilla."

He stares. Blinks. Rubs his temple.

"They all smell like wax."

SIR.

CAN YOU NOT RUIN THIS MOMENT FOR ME???

You shoot him a glare before shoving another candle under his nose. "Smell it."

Nanami sighs but obliges, leaning down slightly.

He inhales, then exhales through his nose like he's trying to process your madness.

"...It smells like soap."

OH MY GOD.

You snatch the candle away, holding it protectively.

"This is 'Fresh Linen.' It's literally supposed to smell like clean laundry."

Nanami is already done with this conversation.

He glances at his watch. "If you select one now, we can still make it to the bakery you like before the fresh bread is gone."

SIR. CAN YOU STOP OPTIMIZING MY TARGET TRIP LIKE IT'S A BUSINESS TRANSACTION.

"I need time to pick the right one!"

He stares at you, unimpressed. "You already have thirty candles at home."

You gasp.

How dare he bring logic into this.

SIR.

You cross your arms. "And yet, here I am. Candleless."

Nanami exhales sharply. He knows he won't win. "Fine. Just pick one."

You roll your eyes. "Okay, I'll get this one."

Finally. Freedom.

But just as he turns toward the checkout—

"Wait, let me see the lavender one again—"

He physically grabs your wrist and steers you to the register.

"We are leaving."

SIR, LET ME LIVE.

Nanami closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and accepts his fate.

At checkout, you disappears.

Nanami, standing in line, loading everything on the conveyor belt, looks around.

Where did you go.

He turns his head.

You are sprinting back, breathless, holding a four of decorative dry towels.

"I FORGOT THESE!"

Nanami closes his eyes once more.

Takes another deep breath.

And he again accepts his fate.

But he is never coming to Target with you again.

Nanami driving home, gripping the steering wheel, staring blankly at the road as he listen to Spotify with ads—he absolutely makes six figures but still refuses to pay for premium Spotify. "Never again."

And you smiling at your haul in the passenger seat "We should go to HomeGoods next."

Nanami internal screaming.

But…Ohh

If you try to argue with him?

Best believe he is ready to type you a full MLA-formatted essay with citations.

You think your about to express the emotion ass rant going I’m your head and get results.

NO Bestie.

Nanami simply responds with "Noted."

SIR. I AM ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND.

If you disagree with him:

Bestie. This man has never fought a fair fight in his life.

"I will not change my mind, so arguing will be a waste of time for both of us."

SIR! THAT'S COLD-BLOODED.

But still, after every fight?

You will feel Nanami slip under the covers and snuggle you into as the big spoon and you fall back to sleep.

No matter how cold this man is, every morning his arms will still be around your body when you wake up.

So maybe you won't want to strangle him over breakfast. Maybe you won't hate this man who still occasionally treats you like you have an invoice.

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Stay tuned because next time on... Dating Nanami Kento

You get your petty revenge.

You have to leave town for the weekend—just a short girls' trip to Miami. Three days. Nothing crazy.

But babyyy…

You know Nanami is going to suffer.

And who knows? Something unexpected might be waiting for you when you get back. 👀✨

In case you missed the last post Part 3

🌸 Besties! If y’all have any scenarios or requests in mind, feel free to send them my way! I’d love to hear your ideas and try to bring them to life. 💕

#fanfic #fanfiction #nanami kento #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #sukuna #gojo satoru #jjk smut #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jjk men #jjk fluff #fluff #nanami fluff

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rwbyvein · 2 years ago

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Ruby: How big do you think Jaune is?

Weiss: About 6'3". *pause* If this does not make it's way back to him, I would say he is titanic. At least since he's stopped slouching.

Ruby (quieter): No, I mean, how big to you think he is?

Weiss: . . . Pardon?

Ruby (whispering): I mean, how big do you think he is?

Weiss: Do you mean shoulders, because they are wonderfully broad.

Ruby (whispering): I mean in his pants.

Weiss (blushing, obviously lying): I'm sure I do not know what you are talking about.

Ruby (whispering): I mean, from the bulge.

Penny 2.0: Based on variations in trouser geometry, I have made estimates about the likely size of his smuggled sausage.

Weiss: *flushed, cannot speak*

Yang: What are we talking about?

Penny 2.0: The size of Jaune's smuggled sausage.

Yang: He's not doing a very good job of smuggling it.

Weiss: *scoff*

Yang: Uh-uh. Like we didn't catch yourself tripping over it.

Penny 2.0: Despite it's excessive size, it is highly unlikely that someone could trip over it.

Weiss: If it hit Weiss, it might knock her over.

Penny 2.0: Calculating.

Weiss: *hides her head on the table*

Ruby: *eagerly looking at Penny*

Penny 2.0: *sees Ruby staring at her*

Penny 2.0: Estimates make it likely 12 or 13 inches, when properly aroused.

Yang: *waves Blake over*

Blake: *walks over*

Yang: How big do you think Jaune is?

Blake (nervously): You mean, like height?

Yang: You know what I mean.

Blake: You are seriously asking your girlfriend how big a man's penis is?

Yang: I've seen you do a double take.

Blake: *ears nervously back*

Ruby: Why is everyone talking about my... I mean, Jaune's p-penis?

Weiss (glaring at Ruby): Yes, why indeed?

Yang: Just go for it, Rubes.

Weiss: *scoff*

Yang: I think by now Weiss has had more than enough time to make her attempt.

Weiss: *conflicted*

Penny 2.0: Judging by it's size, a team effort might be needed.

Yang: OOOH, now this is getting juicy.

Yang: *gives Blake a salacious look*

Blake: *gives Yang a judgemental look*

Ruby: *suddenly stands up*

Ruby: I'll do it.

Penny 2.0: *salutes*

Yang: Who's your backup going to be?

Weiss: *scoff*

Yang: Penny did say that you might need some backup.

Yang: *looks at Blake*

Blake (glaring): I have no opinion on this.

#rwby #lancaster #jaune arc #ruby rose #who's the backup?

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queenbeehistoria · 1 year ago

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AOT Girls + throwing it back

THE SCENARIO:

It is Historia's birthday, and she decides to have her little get together at a club. The girls are enjoying themselves when all of a sudden, they hear some music that gets them hype <- (click here ;)

(for those who are mobile readers, the song is called gitty up by sissy nobby)

୨⎯ MIKASA ⎯୧

- she's nervous to do anything because clubbing is out of her nature.

- mikasa isn't full blown twerking but she might do a little shake, a little shy girl twerk.

- maybe she'll shake a cheek or two

୨⎯ SASHA ⎯୧

- this (above) or she's throwing it in a circle (hands behind her head and everything)

- connie taught her how to shake something so she won't be looking a fool in the club.

- if niccolo's there (probably kitchen shift), he's hyping her up

- she has to get something to eat afterwards

୨⎯ ANNIE ⎯୧

- hitch makes her get up because that little shimmy in her seat isn't doing NOTHING.

- annie gets a drink, and she's shaking ass like her life depends on it.

- she twerks hella aggressively. like the girl is about to break her bones if she does it any harder.

- her shit still be bouncing tho 😭

୨⎯ HISTORIA ⎯୧

- she's throwing hella ass and she's making it ymir is catching it ALL

- historia can throw it every direction she can imagine.

- AND HER SHIT IS DEFINITELY MOVING

- i feel like historia is one of those people who sticks out her tongue when she starts twerking

୨⎯ HITCH ⎯୧

- twerking everywhere. on the walls, the floors, on annie, the tables, just everything.

- hitch most def sticks out her tongue when she twerks

- one of the girls have to pull her skirt down for the umpteenth time because hitch's skirt WILL go up

- that liquor hit and all that decorum go out the window. pants coming down, skirt rising up. all you see is just a pink thong shaking.

- somebody got twerked on that night (it was annie)

୨⎯ YMIR ⎯୧

- she can shake a little something, but she refuses to do it in public.

- however, she can catch whatever historia's throwing.

- hands on storia's hips, she's getting it INNNN

- they def got down and dirty when the night ended

୨⎯ PIECK ⎯୧

- she genuinely doesn't know how to twerk

- she ends up looking that gif of tina trying to twerk. my girl just breaking her back

- she's TRYING her best. her HARDEST. like it's okay, baby. go take a seat for me. not everybody can shake something.

୨⎯ YELENA ⎯୧

- she hears the song and she's trying her hardest not to let a single ass shaking bone come out.

- yelena's outside of the club recruiting people to join her cult. booty cheeks cletching, the girl standing like she frozen.

- she's sweating mentally. this is yelena, and she's not going to be seen shaking anything esc not her tush.

- then they played THAT song. the universal ass shaking song. the song that can anyone break. back that azz up...

- she definitely backed that ass up, and she managed to get three drunk people to join her cult 😭

- if annie's aggressive, yelena's the final boss. people don't know if they wanna hype her up or tell her to stop. like calm down, miss thing.

- there is no footage of this said event because whenever someone even thought abt pulling out a phone, she's immediately sprinting at them. and nobody tryna see a 6'3 woman in a suit chase after them at full speed.

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lou-struck · 6 months ago

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Prize Winner

Wakatoshi Ushijima x reader

Flufftober Day 8: Pumpkin Contest

W.C: 1.4k

~At your insistence, Wakatoshi takes his prized pumpkin and enters it into the city’s annual largest pumpkin contest.

Damp yellow leaves stick to the sides of your boots as they crunch along the gravel path leading into the large and extremely well-maintained backyard of Wakatoshi Ushijima. Although your boyfriend is one of the nation's top athletes, he still takes the time to diligently tend to his ginormous garden. In the height of the summer, his backyard was overflowing with green abundance, and he enjoyed spoiling you with harvest baskets and farm-to-table dinners regularly.

But now, as the weather turns colder, his beloved plants are yielding that last of their fruits and vegetables, and their vines begin to wither, making the space look rather dreary. You find the 6'3 wing spiker underneath one of his impressive plant trellises, plucking the little red and orange fruits from the fading vines. He has a small, content smile on his face as he places them into the wooden harvest basket you bought for him at the farmers market not too long ago.

"Oh Y/n, you're early," he says, noticing your presence. Despite his reserved words, you can tell by the joyful light in his olive-colored eyes that he is overjoyed to see you.

"I am," you say with a smile, "I thought you could use an extra hand in the garden before it rains tomorrow."

"Well, thank you, I appreciate the extra hand." He gently presses a kiss to your chilled forehead and looks around the thinning garden in thought, not wanting to stick you with some sort of terrible task. "I suppose if you would like to you could plant some garlic in this bed I have cleared out."

You nod, thankful for the task, "I'd love to." Curiously, you try to peer into his basket with little luck, "What do you have there?"

He frowns and shows you the basket, "The last of the tomatoes. It's strange that only a month ago, I was struggling to keep up with picking them all, and now this is all that is left out here."

"That is crazy; what are you gonna do with them?" you ask; despite his disappointment, there is still a decent amount of tomatoes in his basket.

"I was thinking of making us some soup for dinner," he says thoughtfully, "would that be something that you would like?"

The idea of some garden-to-table tomato soup makes your mouth water, and you find yourself agreeing with him. You start to walk over to the empty planter box when something large and bright orange catches your eye.

With his garden mostly clear, you realize that you had never checked the back corner of the lot, where there are large green vines still growing strong from the ground. And sitting atop the lives is the largest single pumpkin you have ever seen.

It looks like something straight out of a magazine cover, and you have to reach out and touch the cold, dewy, surface just to confirm that it is, in fact, real and not some oversized Halloween decoration.

"I see you found my pumpkin patch," Wakatoshi says, coming up behind you. "I really tried to grow some, but this one here was the only one that grew because it took up all the space."

"It's amazing," you murmur, your eyes never leaving the large fruit. "I've never seen one so big. Have you ever thought of entering it in one of those Big Pumpkin Contests?"

He shakes his head, "It has never crossed my mind, if I am being honest."

"Would you?"

It's contest day, and after loading up the pumpkin that Tendo affectionately named the Big Orange over Facetime last night into the back of his truck, you have arrived at the square for the city's harvest festival. People flood the square dressed in warm-toned flannels, looking like they just popped out of a Hallmark movie.

"Do you really think one of my pumpkins could win a contest like this? Wakatoshi asks, staring down at the application you had just filled out for him earlier today and thrust into his hand.

You nod. You may not know much about pumpkins, but you do know your boyfriend; he cares deeply about his plants, and he works hard. He has a natural tendency for greatness that you wish others could see applies to more than just volleyball.

Not to mention, the winner of the contest would win a trip for two to a spa resort in the mountains and that would make for a pretty sick getaway.

You watch as your sweater-clad boyfriend grabs one of the faded blue wheelbarrows set aside for the contest. His cheeks are a bit pink from the cold, but he looks genuinely happy to be there. He easily slides the orange monstrosity onto the metal cart with his near-inhuman strength, and you stare at him in wonder. Without so much as a grunt, he begins to push the wheelbarrow into the square.

"Where do you think we take it?" you ask, struggling to keep up with his long strides. He notices it and slows down a bit, despite having to carry such a heavy load with him.

"I'm not sure," he says, "but I think I know who to ask." He walks over to a man with short light grey hair tipped with black, wearing a bright orange lanyard.

The vaguely familiar man notices your approach and politely smiles up at your boyfriend.

How is it that you can hardly keep up with him even w

You run into someone who looks vaguely familiar, but you don't know who they are. "Ushijima, what brings you here today?"

"Kita, Hello," he says, gesturing to you and the wheelbarrow he is pushing. "My partner and I wish to enter our pumpkin into the contest today."

He nods, "I see, that is an impressive pumpkin. The two of you must've put a lot of hard work into growing it. Sign ups are over by the yellow tent. Good luck in the contest."

He walks away, and you look at your boyfriend. "He seemed nice; where do you know him from."

"Volleyball," he says after a moment. "I believe he was captain for Inarizaki in my third year."

"I see," you check the time on your phone. "We better get signed up; the contest will be starting soon." He nods and follows behind you as you lead your way through the crowd to the tent.

A kind-looking older woman runs the tent, greets you with a smile, takes your completed paperwork, and explains that the pumpkins will not just be judged on size but weight as well. After which she instructs you to pin a number to your wheelbarrow and leave it next to her tent so the committee can pick it up for unbiased judging.

After abandoning Big Orange at the booth, the two of you enjoy the festival, and although the contest doesn't seem to cross his mind, you can't help but wonder how the pumpkin will score.

"What do you mean we got last place?" you ask in disbelief, looking down at the rows of pumpkins. Big Orange sits at the very beginning of the line, meaning that out of all the entries, it was the smallest.

"I believe it means that all the other pumpkins were both larger and heavier than ours," he says, taking your last statement a bit too literally. His unintentional sense of humor makes you feel much better about the whole thing, and you find yourself laughing.

"Aren't you at least a little disappointed?" you ask him teasingly.

"Why would I be disappointed?" he answers. "Pumpkins can't train or intentionally build muscle; they can only grow depending on their genetics and how diligently they are nurtured."

His answer is logical, but you can't help but feel there is more to it than that. There is no way someone as naturally competitive as Wakatoshi Ushijima would just give up after one defeat.

"That being said," he continues, looking at you as passion and intensity light their usual fire in his normally steady gaze. "I do not wish to lose this competition again, so I would like to ask the other farmers what they did to produce such superior fruits." He starts to walk down the line of pumpkins only to stop and realize that you are still standing in front of not-so-big orange. And hold out his hand.

God, you love him.

You rush to take it as a smug smirk tug at your lips as you realize you may have just created a monster.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

#wakatoshi ushijima #x reader #wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima #ushijima x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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amidst-wonderland · 6 months ago

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LOVE ISLAND (THE GAME): CHARACTER PROFILE

just beaten litg: tempting fate, so thought it'd make a wee character biography for that specific season. (i've taken some liberties with islanders of my own making and some moments i've put in on my own).

BIOGRAPHY

full name : astrid / "ash"

location : edinburgh, now london

age : twenty-three

occupation : ex-playboy bunny, now event planner

relationship status (post villa) : still in winning coupling

ICONIC VILLA MOMENTS

astrid's vt intro showing her 'bedazzled saltire playboy bunny' suit.

bombshell entrance

sneaky kiss with jin in the corridor during breakfast

telling off sophie for being a shit-stirrer

getting luna dumped

'doing bits' with jin in the hideaway

being flirty with claudia during the challenge, kissing her during the challenge.

playfully shouting, "haul, dinnae you laugh at me!" at new bombshell arrival aiden, also, from edinburgh who'd asked her on a dinner date and she'd began to burn the chicken

her friendship with fellow scot, aiden and the girls look to her for advice on sussing him out

sleeping alone after jin's dumping, the night-vision camera catches her tearing up

snogging max in the casa challenge, then bea in the dressing room

being the first to find the infamous 'casa letter' from the main villa, seeing jin snogging sienna outside of a challenge but the camera initially only shows her reaction of a bitter, "oh you little shit.", followed by iain's vo comment, "hell hath no fury like a scots woman scorned."

"right well, he's just fucking lumped me in it. nevermind the fact he's back but he's having it on with another lassie? expecting me to sit here like the virgin-fucking-mary? that'll be right."

getting nippy with emel about max when she brings up jin

'doing bits' with max on the terrace in spite of jin

twisting with max, reuniting with jin for the first time and seeing him coupled up with casa girl, sienna. she's unable to keep save-face and the girls continue to exchange looks of confusion

her icy conversations with jin, pre and post movie night. reminiscent of wes and laura's final confrontation of the, "ah swear to fuck." / "don't fuckin' speak to me." because at the end of the day, she had to bring someone back

arguing with liam across the movie night tables over bea and her 'sling yer hook' comment

coming in as an angel-inspired playboy bunny for the 'racing hearts' challenge

confronting liam, this time in front of the boys in the bedroom (whilst the girls console bea) for embarrassing bea and making her cry (also the fact he's a just a prick in general and she's over it). pointing out that bea didn't have to bring him back and at the very least he should be considerate of that. arguably the villa's biggest bust-up. the argument continues until max is able to walk astrid out of the room, leading to their first tiff. the tabloids calling her "aggy ash."

pie-ing sienna and liam. she also pretends to go into snog jin, after he'd snogged her but quickly turns to aiden

her complete inability to hold a "poker-face" in any given moment. particularly when she hears the public are still stuck on her and jin as a couple

astrid, claudia, theo and oakley's ex's coming in as the final bombshells and max getting insecure about astrid's ex who's a 6'3" irish rugby player and clearly still into her

astrid and max continuously being touchy and the camera constantly cutting to them during group chats with either his head on her chest and astrid playing with his curls or astrid holding him from behind as he sits between her legs and her chin is perched shoulder shoulder, as the public being to warm to them

having sex with max in the hideaway

aiden and astrid teaching everyone ceilidh dances at the final party before the re-coupling / final dumping

jin and astrid's final goodbye after he's been dumped for good. he whispers, "i'm sorry." to her and she coldly responds, "i know."

max's reaction to her prom dress.

#love island #the love island game #love island tempting fate #max litg #jin jitg #claudia litg #bea litg #liam litg #oakley litg #sophie litg #emel litg

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doverstar · 2 months ago

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Is Dungeons and Dragons an evil game?

I don't think so. I think it's like anything else made for entertainment - the heart behind the idea is something consumers should take into account before consuming, and once the heart behind it has been cleared, the entertainment itself can be for good or for harm, it depends on the person using it.

I didn't know anything about D&D until watching Stranger Things (and even that show doesn't really tell you what it is), and then when I met my husband at a summer camp we both worked at, he was super into D&D (picture Eddie Munson with lighter-brown hair, as a good boy Christian, that's my husband - no exaggeration, I have witnesses to back me up).

(My husband is an excellent dungeon master. 6'3 and gangly with huge brown eyes, elfin curly hair down to his shoulders, expressive eyebrows and the ability to do any voice you can think of, totally unafraid to play pretend in front of a bunch of adults. Within a month of meeting him, I was smitten, and Dungeons and Dragons played a big role in that, because I watched him play the game with other young adults and his way of playing made me want to play too.)

My parents, who (I love and respect them) truly know nothing about the game itself, assumed it was demonic and evil and called my adult self to discourage me from trying it out. I told them I'd just see and then decide using my own discernment, and they were cool with that (husband really wanted me to try it out at the time). My man created a campaign that was so basic, for total beginners, it was literally just seven of us sitting at a table with snacks, making up the least-complicated characters imaginable with very simple backstories, and then traveling to different regions together to fight zombies and pirates and save the world at the end. It was a blast. We laughed so hard, we looked forward to it every week, I drank my weight in chocolate milk, and my future husband was hot throughout (sorry not sorry).

Since then, and post-marriage, I've learned a lot more about the game and its origins. It's just a game. It's a nerdy game, and it can be a complicated game, but it's just a game. At its most basic level, Dungeons and Dragons is just you playing pretend while sitting down with a bunch of friends. Some math is involved because the rolling of dice determines how well your character does in whatever action you want them to carry out. It's heavily inspired by Lord of the Rings and other fantasy concepts, it's big on creativity, and with the right people around that table, it can be so much fun. You have to have a healthy dose of imagination and lots of energy and commitment, because you're basically in the middle of a story you and your friends are writing as you go, and stories take time to complete. The person running the game and helping you write the story, the Dungeon Master, can make or break the quality, so pick someone who knows what they're doing and knows their audience!

The game is not evil. It's just a game. That said, you can make it whatever you want, and people can be evil, so there is potential for it to get out of control, even if you're just sitting around a table playing pretend. You can pretend pornography is happening, you can pretend your character is cheating on your spouse's character (while your spouse IRL is sitting right next to you eating Trail Mix) you can get really weird and decide any "magic" in your game's story is real and do…seances or whatever, I guess? I don't know. I've never heard of anyone doing something like that, but people get really into this stuff (people get really into a lot of things, in a lot of ways) and because you and your friends make the rules, there's plenty of room to sin.

Now, yes, some of the many, many generations of people who have contributed to the official merchandise and optional lore of the game do make things that seem demonic or evil, but those things are usually presented as dark and evil within the lore, not as something you should want to use or be or present in a positive light. And again, it's optional. Every literal dragon or magic power the company offers up as ideas for your campaign are just ideas, just to help you think of things, they're not mandatory. Nothing in D&D is. It's you making up a story and using dice-rolling and math to create fun twists and unexpected problems in-game.

It's just like anything. It's a game made for fun, and made to make money, and it succeeds at both, and you can use it the right way or the wrong way. I have a friend who literally made an entire campaign (story) just to invite friends who are lost to play with her so that the story could present the truth to them. Contrarily, I know people can get addicted to it, or abuse it, or make the game their whole life, and that's the wrong way to use it. Just depends.

It's not evil. It's just a game. Thanks for asking!

#asked #answered #ask doverstar #anon #anonymous #dugeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #tabletop roleplaying #doverstar's thoughts

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lordpresidentbusiness · 23 days ago

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multiples of 7 for the character questions for business, please :)

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

I would probably just scream his birth name if I wanted to find him because he would visibly react and maybe even yell back. he doesn't typically go by his birth name so it would surprise him

if gcbc wanted to find him in a crowd I think he might also just call his name but "president business" instwaf of briar. he is very straightforward in thinking

but also briar is 6'3" he's very tall and easy to find in a crowd

14. How do they put out a candle?

WITH HIS PINGERS FOR SURE

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

he hates most common etiquette but the one he hates the most is saying goodbye when leaving a party. he generally still does and it takes like an extra half an hour because everyone wants to say bye to him but sometimes he just leaves, it just makes him feel really dirty

he's really a stickler for etiquette and he hates it so much but it's part of his OCD. he's not polite exactly but he knows how to follow the social codes when he needs to, things like not putting his elbows in the table or asking a woman her age

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

I think he tells people he wants all kinds of things. new shoes, to take a trip, more wealth, but only material things. he would never admit his deepest and intimate desires. I think what he really wants is peace, and a freedom from his mental chains, but he knows to have that he would have to lose everything, and he wants EVERYTHING, so he won't even admit to himself that he wants it

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

THIS IS SOO FUNNY I XANT EVEN THINK OF A SMALL MORALLY QUESTIONABLE DECISION

I think one small (comparitively) morally questionable decision he makes all the time is to cheat on his wife, he always justifies it by saying she already hates him and he doesn't love her but it's a problem in his marriage that neither of them are faithful and don't have the emotional wherewithal to negotiate an open marriage

I know that's not "small" but that's what I could think of. I mean he would steal candy from a baby if he wanted it

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

I think he would give a ted talk on all the machines he's designed, like the micromanagers and the TAKOS and stuff like that. the title would be. hm.

"right angles: using building for world betterment"

49. Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

NO NEVER HE WOULD RATHER STARVE

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

always always bad cop. good cop is acceptable but he's so crazy for bad cop and is always snuggling up to him when he's scared. and also yelling at him. it's always bad cop, that's his person, he doesn't want anyone else

#lord business #president business #the lego movie

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oc-babe · 9 months ago

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Vampire Oc Introduction

Finally I'm posting about my boy 😩 he's been in my notes for a year, just haven't gotten around to editing his bio + posting him lol. Also I fear the lost boys and near dark inspo is impossible to ignore

♱♱♱

Name: Angel

Age: It's complicated, but he stopped aging at 28

Species: Vampire

Birthdate: August 4, 1956, Leo 🦁

Gender: Cis male, He/him

Orientation: Homosexual

Appearance

Height: 6'3"

Eye Color: Brown

Hair: 3a brown hair that falls downs just below his shoulders, both sides of his head is shaved down. Hair is typically kept down, though it's not uncommon for him to put it up in a ponytail

Race: Mixed, Half Black/Half Latino

Body description: Lean build with more visible muscle on his arms, freckles scattered everywhere on his body, has moles on his left cheek near his eye and on his right shoulder. Ears and right eyebrow are pierced

Aesthetic:

A lot of his style is built off of spite. Everything he wears, he kind of likes just because he knows it'll shock and piss some people he used to know off. Angel has an affinity for leather, flashy animal print (his favorite is leopard), cowboy boots, and big novelty belt buckles. Is drawn towards darker colors. He keeps an outfit simple: tries not to have clashing patterns and keeps his statement pieces to a minimum of one per outfit.

Personality

While he does have a more friendly and charming facade, it really doesn't take an Einstein to see that he's pretty guarded. Kind of guy to get into 10 minute small talk with and while he knows yours, you don't know his name. Can get pretty flirty with anyone, he doesn't mean it. Actually awful at commitment.

Bits of Backstory:

- Adopted into a Bible thumping, god fearing kind of home in Arizona

- After being caught with another boy when he was 16, Angel took all the cash he found around the house and ran off

- For a couple of years, Angel found himself hitchhiking and couch surfing with local hard rock bands

- One night in 1984, he found himself drunkenly flirting with another man in a bar right outside of Vegas

- He doesn't remember what exactly happened that night aside from taking free drinks from the stranger, but he woke up in a motel room dazed, hungry, and covered in his own blood

- His vision was hazy as he glanced at himself in the mirror. His body looked torn, yet nothing stayed except a dark red bite mark on his neck

Extras:

- Nowadays he continues his nomadic lifestyle in a suped up cargo van: fitting a small mattress, a box of clothes, and it's pretty decked out with plenty of curtains and windshield covers

- To keep himself stable, he does odd jobs. Doesn't stay in one place too long, he prefers a one and done or under the table kind of gig

- Angel can (kinda) play the guitar. When he was younger, he'd travel with a lot of bands and pick up some lessons from them too

- Hard for him to befriend other vampires, he doesn't remember who turned him, it kinda made him a bit distrustful of others

- Plus he's never been the type to be comfortable in a large group, the idea of vampire covens intimidate him

- While he's learned to live with his vampirism, he misses a lot of junk food the most. Potato chips, fries, anything fried in oil makes him gag now.

#oc stuff #oc intro #Angel ♱#vampire oc

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andi-dromeda · 9 months ago

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Long before he was Red Hood, a dead man walking or a Robin, Jason was Willis and Cathy's son. No matter how bleak things got, how many times he had to reevaluate who he was, he could always be sure of two things: the universe hated him but his parents loved him. Love isn't always perfect and pure. Love can't stave off the cold or put food on the table, but his parents' love was the one thing no one could ever take from him. Even after they died, he still knew his parents loved him.

They had a small apartment. Most of the furniture and cutlery were a patchwork of items collected in yard sales or discount bins which meant that there was a wide range of colours. Beggers can't be choosers and what not. But there was always slightly more red than any other colour. His favourite blanket was red, his dad's hoodie was red, the kettle was red and Cathy's hair was red. Red meant safety. Red meant warmth. Red meant home.

Then Jason woke up from a haze of darkness to searing gold. One moment he was in the lazarus pit and the next Talia was tossing him off a cliff. She picked him up after that and carefully tried to steer him away from vengeance. She distracted him with teachers and training but Jason's mind never left his end goal - confronting Bruce.

He came back to Gotham on a ferry. It cut through the polluted waters like a well made knife. And that's what this was wasn't it? Because even with all his planning, Bruce still slit his throat. Bruce still chose a madman over his the boy he failed. Bruce wanted a soldier not a son. Looking back he couldn't tell you when he realised Bruce wouldn't pick him. It was kind of like walking around in a horror game and realising it just saved. There was this slow, creeping sense of dread that he tried to ignore until he was clawing at his throat, trying to stop himself from bleeding out. It'd be foolish to keep living in optimistic ignorance. He wasnt Bruce. He could acknowledge reality.

His new undoubtable truths were:

• Cathy, Willis and Natalia loved him

• The universe hates him

• Bruce does too

So he adjusted to his new reality. He operated as Red Hood and had a strict no bats rule throughout all his territory. Red still meant home, just less like a cozy family and more like neighbours united by blood shed. Red became anger and danger too. Red was versatile, just like Jason. He'd been trained by the bat, the league of assasins and the All Caste - a special group of warriors who united to fight against magical evils.

This probably isn't shocking to anyone but Gotham's weird and messed up. Naturally, this means they have a lot of magical evils causing chaos and generally being a pain. Jason had been wielding the all blades and chasing some sort of rabbit, lion, duck hybrid through crime alley when a blast of fire hit it. It poofed and left only an odd amulet. A white haired woman picked it up and tensley glanced at him.

"I'm not a bat, I have nothing to do with drugs and I have no proper ties to any rogue. I'm not breaking any of your rules." She kept her eyes trained on his helmet and he noticed they were red. Danger? Home? Anger? Warmth? Versatile? Safety? There was too many possibilities to be in complete control of the situation and the last time Jason left something up to chance he'd gotten his throat slit. Replaying the events, it was obvious she had fire powers. Judging by her clothes, stature and build he could confidently guess she was University age. He knew the hybrid thing was magic so her powers were probably magical too. Regardless of if they were just meta abilities, she knew about about magic. Which meant she could be useful... or dangerous.

"I appreciate that." He nodded and shifted slightly to make himself look less hostile. The real reason no one ever figured out Clark Kent was Superman was the body language. Clark managed to look timid and small whilst being 6'3. Truly it was an art. Jason copied the technique and made the all blades vanish. "As I'm sure you know, I'm Red Hood. May I ask your name or would you prefer to give me an alias?"

"What's the point? You're a bat, you'll figure it out anyway and go reporting back to him." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Olive Silverlock."

"I'm not a bat."

"The red one on your chest could've fooled me"

"I'm reclaiming bats. I'm turning the symbol into what it should've been. Batman is a hypocrital control freak who cares more about his own ego than actually helping people. I don't work for him."

At that she seemed to relax which ironically wasn't necessarily a good sign. Clearly she'd had a run in with Bruce and hated bats. If the only thing making her tense around a well known crime lord was him possibly reporting back to the bat, that meant she could handle herself. So she was strong, had magical knowledge, a grudge against Bruce and the most captivating red eyes he'd ever seen.

She could be dangerous. Certainly a formidable foe. But that meant she could also be a powerful ally. There weren't many vigalante friendly magicians in Gotham after all.

"Is that amulet dangerous?" He asked less interested in the answer and far more focused on learning more about her.

"Not in this form and I can promise you it won't be switching forms again any time soon."

"So you've stopped a threat from running around my territory?"

"I guess."

"Guess I owe you one then." Jason approached her slowly and gently grabbed her hand. She stared at up at him and for a second he forgot what he was doing, just enjoying the moment. Just enjoying the warmth that seemed to radiate off of her. Then he snapped back to reality and closed her hand.

"If you ever need a favour, just close your hand and say 'All Son I summon thee'."

Her palm started to glow red and he pulled away. After feeling her warmth, the night air seemed bitingly cold but he lived in crime alley during winter. He could handle it.

"Thanks." Her widened eyes slowly closed again and she gave the Red Hood a soft smile. "Its nice to meet another magically inclined batman hater."

"Very nice." He nodded unsure of what to do with his hands now that he wasn't holding hers. Usually he'd start fiding with his guns but he figured that might give the wrong impression. "Are you going to be alright getting home?"

"I can handle myself." She smirked like she'd just said a joke he wasn't in on. "But I'm not heading home. I've actually got to return a book before midnight and this whole amulet situation means I've got like-" She checked the clock on her watch and froze. "Twenty minutes!?"

"I could drive you." He instantly offered and Olive frowned.

"But I wanted to use that favour to mess with Batman." She sighed dissapointedly.

"I'm offering for free. I don't want anything."

"Really?"

"Of course. Library fees are no joke."

"Thanks. Where's your car?"

"About that-"

Red Hood handed her a helmet and just like that, they were zooming through Gotham on his bike. It was kind of exhilarating. Everything around them seemed to blur into dark blobs with tiny dots of light.

They arrived at Gotham library with seven minutes to spare. They leaped off the bike, sprinted up the steps and quickly but quietly walked through the doors. There weren't many people, just a bored librarian and a few tired students who did a double take at the feared crime lord casually showing up at the library. Olive dug through her bag and pulled out a copy of Hamlet. She placed it in the returns box and they walked back to the bike.

"Thanks Hood."

"Don't mention it." An odd silence hung between them for a moment. "So Hamlet huh?"

"Yeah, I'm getting a degree in theatre and had to a write character analysis of lady macbeth. It was fun. It reminded me of the time I was lady macbeth in high school, then clayface ruined the play by trying to kill my theatre teacher."

They chuckled and Olive moved to take the helmet off.

"Wait, do you want a ride home?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Right but can I at least drop you off somewhere less public? I wouldn't want anyone recognising you and then trying to target you to get to me."

Olive considered it for a moment before nodding. They hopped back on the bike and Jason smiled at the chance to talk to her for longer. By the time he stopped in an alley near Gotham U, it had started to rain. Once her arms had left his waist, he felt cold again. He shrugged it off as the weather and watched Olive pull out an umbrella. The umbrella just so happened to be red. She looked back at him, smiled, waved and walked off into the night. He watched the dot of red disappear into the shadows of Gotham and rode off to his nearest safe house.

Danger? Home? Anger? Warmth? Versatile? Safety? Red. Whatever it meant, it was still his favourite color. Always had been. Just like Cathy, Willis and Natalia always loved him. Bruce hadn't always hated him but he did now. Olive hated Bruce which was... intriguing and kind of validating. But did the universe always hate him? Did the universe hate him at all? He wasn't so sure anymore.

He climbed up the side of his building and swung through the window. His helmet came off quickly, and the rest of his armour followed soon after. A cold breeze ran through his apartment so he decided to call it an early night. He dropped onto his bed and wrapped himself in a nostalgic, red blanket. He dozed off finally warm.

Olive quietly crept through her dorm and tried not to wake Pom. She put the amulet into a sealed jar on her nightstand, changed into her pajamas and collapsed on to her bed. The adrenaline had finally run out and she was exhausted. Unfortunately, her brain hated her and refused to let her sleep. Too tired to grab her phone, she decided to stare at her hand. It felt tingly but not in a pins and needles way. She started to wonder how she could use the favour to get back at Batman and drifted off dreaming of annoying Gotham's most annoying caped crusader. Red Hood seemed like a good ally to have. Even if he turned out to be terrible, at least he had good taste. Red was her favourite color after all.

#jason todd #olive silverlock #Jayolive

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actuallycassidyiambusy · 9 months ago

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Heeeeyy it's me again lol the one that likes to ask about ur original work🥺 I asked about ur fav OC to write and now I'm really curious tbh

This Blake guy has my attention and I'd love to know a lil more about him and Zeke? (I think thts the name) U mentioned that Blake is a demon soooo is there an age gap between them👀 also I'd love to see more art of them!

Maybe a little sneak peek of a chapter with them in it? I hope I'm not asking too much I'm just really interested 🙇🏼

You are not asking too much at all! I LOVE talking about my ocs lol I just don't unless asked because I don't wanna be annoying 🥹 I may post a chapter with them later on, but for now I'll share some more art I've done lately as well as a little ✨𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊✨

Blake and Zeke are prime examples of supporting characters who immediately grab attention from the mcs. And I am 100% okay with that because they are literally my faves.

Blake is in the series from the very start. He could technically be considered a main character because of how important his role is in the whole series. He's morally grey and it's very hard to tell what he's gonna do next. Like I said in the last post, he's the leader of a gang he formed in NY, and expanded all over the country.

Blake is a black blooded demon but he's not hellborn. He was killed as a young adult and turned into a demon by someone I cannot name lol

Blake is easily 120 years old.

Zeke, on the other hand, is a 21 year old half-demon who cannot shut the fuck up or follow orders to save his own life. He's a brat in every sense of the word that nobody has been able to handle. His relationships are fleeting because he's an ass and he's unpredictable.

Meeting Blake is the best and the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Right from the start, Blake handles Zeke in a way no one else has managed to do. Zeke opens his mouth and speaks wrong, he's on the ground. However, he likes it that way. It makes him melt that someone can manage to stick around despite his behavior issues. It also scares him because the one person who can make him obey is also allergic to commitment and can be a flight risk. Neither of them like to communicate their feelings properly. Both of them have been hurt in their own way.

Their dynamic is very toxic and sometimes unsettling, but both of them prefer it that way. They don't like boring and they don't like vanilla. They both have major attitude problems and they deal with each other very aggressively.

But they find common ground. Despite being turned off by commitment, both of them are extremely possessive. To the point of violence some days. Their personalities are similar in ways of sense of humor, pervertedness and ego. Blake is much stronger than Zeke, but that won't stop the blond from throwing hands when he gets frustrated. Both of them can fight incredibly well.

Blake is 6'6" and Zeke is 6'3"

They're both fairly tall and both have noticable muscle tone. Blake is a bit bigger and a hell of a lot badder. While it's miniscule, they don't lack empathy. They have the capacity to feel for others and for each other, they just like to overshadow it with anger and narcissism. Neither of them know how to stay out of trouble,

but Blake is more organized and he has a lot of people in his pocket. Including police officers. Blake is smarter and more efficient and the only times he gets caught is when Zeke is fucking involved. There are times when Blake gets let go, but he'll leave Zeke to think about his actions inside a cell for the night.

They cuss at each other, scream, throw punches and break shit. Zeke has been sent through tables and fences. He's been thrown out of Blake's moving car. But he keeps coming back because Blake will still protect him and patch him up. Blake doesn't try to tame or change Zeke. He takes the issues on the chin and fights back. And the sex is insane. Zeke used to consider himself strictly a top until he met Blake and he won't bottom for anyone else but Blake.

Blake won't bottom for a damn soul, but he doesn't mind letting Zeke be dominant when the blond feels like it. There really isn't much off of the table for these two assholes. Zeke sometimes gets insecure because he's not a "feminine bottom" but Blake doesn't give a shit. He'd rather have Zeke just the way he is and he'll backhand Zeke if he catches the blond talking bad about himself. Their ways of showing they care aren't exactly "conventional" or "healthy", but it gets the point across pretty well. They are constantly splattered in each other's blood.

They can't kill each other, but they have a lot of fun trying❤️‍🔥

#ask inbox #anon ask #answered #original charater art #original characters #book series #from my book series #my art #my characters #Blake Stahller #Zeke #Helpless series #art #artists on tumblr

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holdonunreal · 10 months ago

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Chapter 1: The Worst to be

To say that Playtime Co. College was big showed that the person making that statement had...no idea. Apart from the several hundred classrooms and thirty floors, there really was everything. A swimming pool, a huge garden, just under twelve annexes on different floors and all that just in the college building. A few kilometers further on the campus was the huge school, that's right, not just the most famous college no... There is also a high school here. There's even a huge theatre here, and a dorm where students from very far away could live. I'd like to live there, at least then I wouldn't have to drive two hours to school every morning.

And it's all thanks to one person, Elliot Ludwig. He worked with the help of a couple studies and companies to build all of this. Of course, nobody questions that... There are not enough people to do that. After all, the failure rate of the entrance exam is about 90%. That means only one in ten people make it in...I think. At least I hope so. If I were to be wrong about such simple statements, then I really couldn't do anything.

At least I'm not alone in all this shit, I have my only friend with me: Karasu. But he's often busy checking out girls on his phone instead of helping me 'use it'. What exactly I mean is simple. A few months ago it started like this...

"You really need to find a girlfriend, dude!"

"Why?"

"Yeah, you don't want to be an outsider like Boxy here!" He raised his long arm and pointed at the only boy in the school who was sitting at the Cafeteria table with us. It was Boxy, not really a friend of mine, but he was quiet and didn't talk much or shout. But that was probably just because he was on his phone most of the time... No, I'll be more specific. 'He was always on his phone'. Even in class, he was always Playing, and the worst thing about the whole thing was the saddest thing. The guy had much better grades than me and Karasu... Without ever learning!

"In case you haven't noticed Karasu, I'm already an outsider." Boxy continued to play on his mobile phone and didn't even touch his food tablet. He continued typing on his mobile phone and occasionally blew away his crimson hair, which began to stand up in front of his face. He simply ignored Karasu's comment.

"Yes, but that can still change You know, some girls also like shorter boys!" I wouldn't say I'm short. The only problem is that Karasu and Boxy are among the tallest in the school. Both are easily 6'3 feet. Whereas I'm just 5'6 feet tall.

"That's not the point, I'm just not as much of a party guy as you are!"

"You just don't have any social skills, didn't you almost shit yourself in maths class yesterday just because you asked something?"

"WHAT?" I shout it far too loudly and people slowly turn towards us. I'm getting really embarrassed. There are easily several hundred people sitting here and I'm just yelling.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHA HAVE YOU SEEN THAT BOXY HAHAHA" Yeah, so funny.

"Yes yes, I've seen it, very funny." Boxy is lying through his teeth. But I don't hold it against him, after all Karasu is the loudest person in the whole school when he laughs.

But that's also exactly what I like about him, we don't resemble each other one bit, not in looks and not in behaviour. He always tries to take me somewhere and meet new people. I never go with him or talk to anyone. But it's still the will that counts. But it's far too strange to meet someone new anyway... No, especially talking to them. I don't understand how Karasu always gets on with everyone, especially with people who you can tell don't really like him at all.

"Hey, I just remembered, there's a big party tonight at this new student's place, Boxy I'm dragging you along anyway... I'll just give you the choice. Do you want to sit at home and do nothing Y/N or do you want to socialise with the people you'll be spending a few more years with here?"

I give him a stupid look, my answer is actually clear. But he seriously expects me to answer him now. But just as I'm about to answer him, he cuts me off.

"Who knows... Maybe you'll meet someone there? You know, a girl, you'll exchange numbers and then in a couple of weeks-

"No" That's all I say, I don't even want to hear what he has to say. I don't blame him for thinking that way, I really don't. But it's only to be expected from someone who has a different girl running around with him every week.

Just at that moment, the bell rings and it's back to the next lesson. But that's not important for my explanation, what's more important is what happened at home. I didn't go to the party, 'that was obvious'. I lay in bed at home and listened to music... For a couple of hours. After all, I had nothing better to do and I wanted to relax after a hard day at school. At least I got one exam back and scored seven out of a hundred. Not just the worst mark in the course, no... out of the whole year group.

I just lay there and literally thought about nothing, I was rather Daydreaming. After all, you can be whoever you want. I think I was kind of asleep too. At least I wasn't really conscious. In any case, I was called by my mother, I lay in bed for a few more seconds and then got up.

I kicked my bedside cabinet, I didn't really see that there was a bottle of water on it... An open water bottle. It was suddenly like in slow motion, the bottle was about to hit the floor while the water was slowly running out of the bottle. I don't know what it was at that moment, but that's exactly what I was thinking about. How the bottle would continue to float in the air and I could just hold it there. It was like a kind of reflex, my body wasn't fast enough to react. But my head had been thinking reflexively for a long time.

And that's exactly what it was. The bottle stayed in the air just like that, with the water that had already leaked out at a minimum distance from the bottom. I briefly thought I was dreaming, but that quickly cleared up when I bent down excitedly and pushed a finger into the leaking water. It was real, I'm sure, as sure as I've ever been about anything. I slowly walked backwards, a little startled. Then I moved my head slightly upwards and the bottle actually went with me. It floated there in the air as if there had never been such a thing as gravity. After pushing it up and down a little, I realized that I didn't have to move my head. It was enough to think about how this bottle slowly floated around in the air.

"Y/N COME EAT NOW" I was scared, my mother often got louder, but not because of that. She was in front of my door, if she had put her hand on it and opened it, she would have seen me standing there stupidly by my bed. While a water bottle flies around in the air in front of me. The moment I go to the door to eat, I hear a slight bang. 'The water bottle? I looked back and there it was, on my floor, and the spilled water was already spreading across the floor. Fuck

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What followed was quite simple. I didn't go to college for the rest of the semester, and not just because of my bad grades. Of course also because of my new ability, 'telekinesis'. At first I googled like a madman, in the end I got what I could already guess. "Anyone who thinks they have superhuman abilities has a mental illness and should seek help quickly before it's too late." There was even a number at the bottom, and believe it or not I was about to call. I still have no idea why I can suddenly levitate things like that.

Well, I've already gotten a couple of letters from the college, one for a transfer, one for a warning. To summarize... I don't just have to show up every Day of the second semester, I have to really participate. A couple slips and that's it. No college, no job and telekinesis that basically does me no good.

I lay on my bed again and did...nothing really. I wanted to study a bit because the next semester starts tomorrow but I'd rather be on social media. Watching people partying and having fun, especially Karasu's account. I go on it so often and look at what he's doing. I think I would give anything to be as social as him, just to be able to approach people and talk to them. But when I think back, I could honestly never do that.

I briefly put my phone on my nightstand. The night cupboard where I first discovered my ability. I feel guilty somehow, I didn't tell anyone from my family, not my parents or anyone else. The only person who knows is Karasu, he didn't believe me at first either, but when I made his cell phone fly and threw it in his face, he slowly understood. Then we went outside, he wanted to 'have a chat'.

Actually, he just shouted at me why I hadn't told him earlier. Just before I could answer, he started with his ideas, for example that I was actually something very special.

"Dude, you have superpowers yet you skip college and rot in your room all day?"

Yes, I had to listen to these comments for a few hours, but then it was time for the important questions:

"And do you actually know why you have telekinesis now? I mean, that can't be genetic, can it? Do you think so?-

"Man, I skipped the semester, I don't even know how to write the word biology anymore."

"Oh man you dumbass, you really have to take school seriously now right?"

I walk slowly with him to the bus stop, after all we don't live directly in the city, so it's a twenty-minute walk. After all, not living in the city has many advantages, it's quiet, there are fewer people. And best of all: 'I hardly notice'. We're already at the bus stop and I stand while he sits down, then he looks at me again...

"It's about time you got together with people, but you'll see that tomorrow anyway... So grab some smart girl and always have her send you your homework!"

At that moment, the bus slowly arrives and I turn around and start walking.

"Don't forget the bus tomorrow morning, I'll get on at the City stop!"

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utah1me · 1 year ago

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Suguru Geto - Adult Film Co-Star

initial message: {{user}} is spending a rainy day at home, watching television and lounging on the couch. It's a particularly nasty day, one that leaves {{user}} wanting to curl up under blankets and listen to the patter of raindrops against the window. {{user}}'s perfectly content mindlessly watching television until the chime of a notification rings through the air.

{{user}} reaches over to the coffee table, picking the phone up and unlocking it to read the message. It's from Suguru- their adult film co-star. {{user}} reads the message, examining each word.

Hey, angel. Come to the studio? Know it's our day off- promise I'll make it up to you. Got this new fantasy and I won't be able to stop thinking about it 'til we act it out. xx scenario: {{char}} and {{user}} are co-stars that make porn videos together. {{char}} texts {{user}}, wanting to enact a fantasy that he just can't get out of his head- requested from their fans. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Suguru Geto. {{char}} is 18 years old. {{char}} has long, black hair. {{char}} has brown eyes. {{char}} has a pale complexion and is toned, lean and muscular. {{char}} wears his hair partially tied up behind his head while the rest drapes down his back. {{char}} will take or wear his hair down when he's relaxed or in a casual setting. {{char}} is 190 cm, or 6'3". {{char}} wears blue gauge earrings in his ears. {{char}} wears an extra hair tie on his wrist that he fidgets with when overwhelmed, bored, impatient or anxious. {{char}} uses the word "fuck" often, in nearly every sentence, especially when he's emotional or worked up. {{char}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly, as a teenager would. Practically every other word out of {{char}}'s mouth is a cuss word.

{{char}} is incredibly popular with women. {{char}} will want to have sex multiple times a day, having many different ideas for scenes that he wants to shoot with {{user}}. {{char}} has a hard time processing his emotions. {char}} likes when {{user}} plays hard to get. {{char}} has a borderline sex addiction. {{char}} loves to flirt with almost anyone, but remains physically loyal to {{user}}. {{char}} is extremely pleasant to be around, a picture perfect gentleman besides his usage of curse words. {{char}} is an agreeable person, and mostly anyone he talks to falls for him because of his charming personality. {{char}} is extremely patient. However, {{char}} is extremely possessive over {{user}} and he will do whatever it takes to keep them to himself. {{char}} loves using pet names for {{user}}, especially calling them angel. {{char}} will do anything for {{user}}, they have him in the palm of their hand. {{char}} loves showering {{user}} with gifts, often buying them expensive things such as jewelry and things such as that.

{{char}} has many hobbies, such as practicing martial arts and playing shoji. {{char}} hates when others blatantly make bad or hasty decisions. {{char}} enjoys zaru soba. {{char}} enjoys drinking alcohol as an escape. {{char}} gets annoyed by those with cocky attitudes.{{char}} possesses a nonchalant and relaxed personality. {{char}} is confident in himself and his abilities as a jujutsu sorcerer. {{char}} is kind and proper. {{char}} sees the good in everyone. {{char}} often pushes his peers to do their best. {{char}} flirts almost entirely with actions rather than words. {{char}} gets easily annoyed by {{user}}'s whining and bratty behavior. {{char}} is indifferent when {{user}} brushes him off or doesn't pay attention to him. {{char}} enjoys playing hard to get. {{char}} likes feeling in control of any situation. {{char}} gets annoyed when {{user}} puts themselves in harm's way. {{char}} does not enjoy feeling weak or vulnerable. {{char}} maintains a composed demeanor, not often caught off guard. {{char}} is humble. {{char}} refuses to work with anyone besides {{user}}. {{char}} doesn't sleep well. {{char}} often has dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. {{char}} is a pornstar, and {{user}} is his co-star. {{char}} strives to do well in whatever he does, wanting to be the best of the best. Because of this, {{char}} is down to try anything once.

{{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is relentless and rough in bed, using his partner for his own pleasure. {{char}} is extremely well-endowed, with a cock of 24cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} is dominant and rough in bed. {{char}} loves talking dirty to his partner. {{char}} has a breeding kink and loves cumming inside {{user}} regardless of gender. {{char}} is bisexual. {{char}} prefers to be dominant, but is willing to sometimes submissive, if his partner begs. {{char}} enjoys when his partner pulls his hair. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} loves whispering sexual things in {{user}}'s ear when the two of them are in public to tease them. {{char}} enjoys edging {{user}}, stopping what he's doing when he realizes they're close to orgasm. {{char}} enjoys denying {{user}} orgasms. {{char}} loves when {{user}} is obedient and will tame them if they act bratty. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to {{user}}. {{char}} enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. {{char}} has a bondage kink, enjoying tying {{user}} up. {{char}} often praises {{user}}. {{char}} uses sex as an escape and a way to get out his negative emotions. {{char}} speaks extremely explicitly when having sex, cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. {{char}} uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis.

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haruchiyo-sanzu · 2 years ago

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━━ 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

pairing : timeskip!suna rintarō x fem!reader

characters : miya atsumu (mentioned, as the no. 1 drama queen).

genre : fluff

warnings : lowercase, not proofread. time skip! may contain manga spoilers, cringy dialogues and pretentious writing.

notes : so it's rainy season in india, and since rain is so romanticised, it calls for a fic. can you tell i wanna cuddle with rin as we stay in bed whilst listening to the sound of rain? yeah i wanna do that.

ps : i was supposed to post it during june but it really slipped my mind.

it begins as a whisper in the wind.

the night had been beautiful with twinkling stars layering a blanket over the firmament, and the sky ── a dome of midnight blue, with gentle breeze softly sweeping past the streets and roads that occasionally made even the mighty trees to sway to its melody and the leaves to pirouette and prance along its tempo.

but the early morning zephyr that had been still and silent on preceeding days seems to have gained a slight movement as if it has finally discovered its trajectory yet is content to meander at its own pace, has now turned into violent gales, harshly cold by the time morning breaks out in a humid haze. there is tapping on the window which turns into a pitter-patter sound as it showers down; mist lingers in the air as the blazing sun hides behind the mass of grey clouds surrounding the aether ─── simply splendid! raining the day you have an important meeting.

you don't know what time it is in the morning when your eyes slowly flutter open to the sound of heavy rain pouring down onto the earth reaching your ears and the ephemeral scent of petrichor tickling your nose, siesta entangled within the nook your lashes which you rub grogilly, blinking twice to comprehend your surroundings before you try to get off the bed.

key word : try.

suna has an arm wrapped around your waist in a gentle yet tight grip, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck ── you would have been annoyed at the whole ordeal (first it's raining, second you are most likely going to be late) but looking at how tranquil and peaceful he looks, you cannot bring yourself to push him off and wake him up, and subconsciously your face softens, as you lovingly brush stands of brown hair out of his eyes.

(he had returned home later than usual, having to stay back to get extra practice for an upcoming match, and crashed on the bed as soon as he came back. he really must have been tired because he didn't bothered giving a sarcastic remark or the middle finger when you had made a remark, about how much he stunk because of the lingering sweat).

you reach for suna's mobile phone kept on the bedside table, the sudden illumination of screen glares at you as it reads 8 : 19 in bold, there are several notifications popping up ── mostly from the miya twins and one from his sister. he'll check that later, placing the phone back from where you took it, you try to get him off you (but pushing a 6'3 athlete is no easy task).

his green eyes flick open as they blink at you, adjusting to the light ── up close, you can see the specs of brown in the chartresure of his irises, one look at them and they take you in, holding you captive, as they journey you into the woods, trees upon trees upon trees, with sunlight reflecting on them, a golden tint. they make you dive into nature itself. his eyes are beautiful ─── ethereal, one the poets write about and artists try to capture in their paintings; even now he looks so angelic, that is until you remember that suna rintarō is the devil reincarnate. “morning beautiful.” he mumbles sweetly then adds : “early morning and you're already staring at me. i'm really that irresistible, eh?” he says (his voice deep and husky, it makes your heart flutter), a smug grin on his features, which you wished to wipe off. you only glare at him in response before hitting him with a pillow.

“no. not at all.” you answer rather haughtily, then motion at his arm wrapped around your torso. “actually, i would appreciate if you'd let me get up.”

“no.”

“what do you mean no?”

“no means no.” he asserts, shifting his position to further nuzzle his in the curve of your neck. “did nobody teach you that?”

“oh, shut up rin. i don't have time for this.” you try to push him off but he takes your hand in his instead guiding it to his head, urging you to continue playing with his hair, he adores it when you do that (like a cat! but he won't admit it). so you move your fingers through his hair, combing and curling it (you can swear he is more cat than human) “i have a meeting today, i don't want to be late just because my boyfriend wanted to sleep. so get up!”

“just five minutes.”

“no.”

“come on, don't be like that.”

“no means no. nobody taught you that?” suna can practically hear the grin in your voice.

“it's raining heavily. call quits?” he suggests. “you can get sick.”

suna is clingy this morning (clinger than usual). blame it on his extra practice which ended later than his normal timings, so yesterday night he had been unable to cuddle with you and had dropped on the bed instead.

“i wont be walking there, y'know?”

“car accidents increase during heavy rain.” he's pulling you down with him, leg entangling with your own as he lays fleeting butterfly kisses on your neck.

“stay.” he murmurs, now towering over you, his voice is barely above a whisper, he is looking at you now, his eyes a soothing green, green ── that you swear can pierce your soul and see the crude and raw parts of you, in the most gentle and loving ways, like a childhood wound you get while playing ── clashes with your own. he leans in closer, and the world seems to fade away like rust and dust. the scenery outside, the sound of pouring shower, the empty, rain-stained streets and him ─── it is just too beautiful, and you can spend the rest of your life admiring it. “please.”

he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, his breath tickling your ear. “you know, you're staring again. maybe you should take a picture or even create a whole album for yer amazing boyfriend.” apparently that was enough to snap you out of it. you grab another pillow, and awing it at his head ── careful not to hurt him, but suna being number two drama queen (because no. 1 is atsumu, no arguments accepted!) had to let out an ouch! meanie. this gives you the opportunity you needed, (after gathering up all your courage and determination) you finally leave the comfort of your bed, instantly missing the warmth it provided, the silken sheets and suna's arm wrapped around you.

suna has a pout on his face, you merely roll your eyes at him before standing in front of the window ── still raining heavily, the trees outside look too preety to be real, it's almost as if you're in heaven. the glimmering sun is nowhere to be seen, which is a realief from the usual scotching heat of the mornings which only seem to intensify as the sun changes its trajectory. but the peaceful and tranquil rain certainly makes one yearn for a hot cup of coffee and a good book to read. but job is job. so with a sigh you grab your hair tie before pulling your messy, bed hair into a rough ponytail.

the click! sound of photograph is what snaps you attention back towards you boyfriend, who has his mobile phone in his hand and the flashlight zooming in and out of focus as he continues to click pictures of you. tch! clicking your tongue in annoyance you send him a glare before commenting : “Who's clicking pictures now? you're miss me that much while i'll be away?”

“no.” he dedpans as he looks at you bored (you know he's somewhat sad...? or mad...? sometimes it's hard to discern his emotions, but he certainly isn't happy so you made a mental note to watch a movie with him tonight after you get back and cuddle with him and get some popcorn too). “it's actually for my album titled ── vicious monkey.” he says monotonously. you blink, suna can be mean sometimes. your fists clench as you glare daggers at him. that's it! no movies tonight. no hugs. no popcorn. you take the pillow at the corner of the bed, which was almost falling off, and hit his shin with it ── this time with much force (because you don't have a good comeback this time, although you won't admit it ever).

“ow! what's this?” he exclaims (after hissing at you as he gently ran his hand through his legs) in a voice certain octaves higher than usual, as if he's about to announce something very important. he gives you a look before turning back to his phone reading : “breaking news : volleyball star brutally murdered by mad girlfriend.”

“he must have deserved it.” you point out. you know suna has a sarcastic remark to make, which usually lied on borderline offensive, by the look on his face but the ringtone of your mobile grabs your attention.

a call from the office, now? you frown swiping up the green recieve call option, then putting it to you ear, you greet with a simple : “hello.”

suna watches you silently, as you converse ── calls from boss is never good, most of the times they call you for work on weekends, but since you have to work today, how bad can it get? or maybe it can get worse, he doesn't really know, having no experience in working in an office (it sounds boring really. couldn't be him). it must've been important because he knows how much you love day-offs, he'd feel guilty (not that he'd admit it, again, he doesn't admit a lot of things) if you were to be late because of him.

“i could drop you, if you want.” he says once the call is over. you look over at him, a barely contained smile on your face. he archs an eyebrow, what happened?

“severe rain, the other party cannot make it. so the meeting's postponed till further notice.” you explain, although you cannot regain your sleep at least now you can have the day off.

“good for you. should have just listened to me in the first place.”

“hey, how was I supposed to know──” before you finish he is reaching for your hands, holds them in his and slowly pulls you towards him, you can feel his breath tickle your skin and how close he is to you, he leans in and all your previous words and complains hang in. he puts his finger on your lips.

“i'm glad you're here.” he whispers mostly to himself than to you. and you are too.

you have an arm wrapped around him, whilst his fingers find their home in the curls of your hair ── they're tangled, perhaps messy even but he smoothes them out. (he's good at it. sometimes he would even try different braids on your hair)

“your hair is worse than horse mane.”

(and he's also good at ruining perfect moments)

a click of your tongue and a light shove expresses your displeasure, “i hate you”

he kisses your temple, a stupid smile on his face, “i love you too.”

(and you love it when he smiles)

it ends with a whisper in the wind.

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angrythingstarlight · 4 years ago

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Come Here and Show Me

Summary: Your man has been working hard, so you decide he needs a little stress relief. But you have to tease him first. Too bad Steve hates being teased.

Pairing: Beefy Lumberjack Steve x reader

Word Count is around 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, size kink, minors DNI, Steve is 6'3, a hint of breeding kink

A/N: Unbeta'd, written on my phone. Do not copy, rewrite, translate or repost my fics.

You always thought nothing compared to Steve Rogers.

Until now.

Because there's nothing like having a naked 6’3 Steve Rogers bound to your dining room chair.

Needy and on the verge of snapping.

Prominent veins in his neck bulging, a bead of sweat forming along his forehead. His defined muscular chest heaving as he curls his hands into fists. A hint of a flush rising across his bearded cheeks.

The legs of the chair creak on the hardwood floor as he adjusts his hips, his cock throbbing and stiff and leaking precum as it bobs between his large, thick thighs.

30 minutes ago.

Steve had walked into your shared cabin, shrugging off his woolly brown coat as he kicks off his dusty boots. He calls out for you while hanging his work bag on the doorknob.

Waiting until you hear his heavy footstep approaching, you stand up on the coffee table, letting his checkered flannel shirt drape over your body as you pose.

Your name fading on his tongue when he notices the candles flickering in the living room, soft music drifting in the air.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets, his eyes darting around the living room. All the furniture pushed to the wall. Except for the table, you’re using as a makeshift stage and the chair placed in front of it.

Steve skids to stop when he directs his gaze at you, his eyes widening. You watched his Adam’s apple bob twice, clearing his voice before he spoke. “You look amazing.”

His eyes trailing down your body, past his shirt slipping down your shoulder, over the slope of your breast peaking through the gap, down to your legs covered in the sheer diamond-patterned thigh highs.

“Fuck me,” he whispers when he spots the red garter around your right thigh. He can’t even think with you standing in front of him looking so damn good. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart, this is-goddamn I’m lucky,” The praises roll off his tongue as he walks to you. He halts when you hold up your hand.

“Strip down and take a seat,” you ordered, holding up two striped ties.

A wide grin stretched across his face as he rips off his shirt, mumbling hell yeah.

Now.

“I swear to god sweetheart if you don’t untie me right now.” His warning trails off into a low growl when you bend over. You’re playing with fire, you know the burn will be worth it so you hook your thumbs under your panties and ease them down your legs.

Steve groans, a deep primitive sound that makes you throb. The restraints on his wrists strain and pull, his hands reaching for you because oh god your his pretty pussy is right there, right fucking there in front of his face, he knows you’re clenching down, your tight little cunt glistening and dripping for him, all he can think about is sinking into your warmth.

“Fuck I need you,” he moans, his darkening blue eyes watching your slick trail down your thighs as you spread your folds. Steve can’t control himself, the chair groaning and creaking under his weight, his entire body leaning forward in a desperate bid to taste you. “Let me stretch you, sweetheart, you know you want my cock, let me-,”

You straighten up, looking over your shoulder. “Oh, no baby, we’re not done yet,” you tease. Bringing your hand up to your face, you twist your wrist, letting him see your coated fingers. “In fact, I have- “you shrug, playfully tapping your lips as if in deep thought, listening as the next song starts, “-30 minutes left.”

His gaze hardened, an intoxicating array of emotions forming in the depths of his dark blue eyes. Lust, a tinge of admiration, and feral neediness. A wily smirk lifts the corner of your lips when he growls at you, his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. You know he’s going to tear you apart the second he gets loose.

You saunter to him, his large red flannel shirt fluttering around your body with every step. Your breasts swaying while you stretch your arms over your head. His hooded eyes drifting up and down your body, his heady stare searing you. The way he’s staring at you, mesmerized by your beauty, shallow breaths escaping his parted lips have you feeling like a goddess.

You straddle his hair-covered thighs, leaning back so only the tip of cock grazes your belly. He grunts, his aching, swollen head twitching at the soft contact. His eyes flit up at you through his long lashes and you shiver.

Steve promises he’s going to make you pay for this. You can’t wait. You roll your hips, humming to the music playing in the background. “Remember Steve, you’re the one who wanted an hour-long lap dance,” you tease, swiping your thumb over his bottom lip, dragging it down. “I’m only giving you what you want.”

His wet pink tongue darts out, sweeping over your thumb. Not breaking eye contact, he lowers his head, wrapping his lips around your thumb.

You keep dancing to the beat, lifting slightly until you’re hovering over him. Pulling your thumb away, you brush the tips of your slick covered fingers over his lips. He tries to suck them into his mouth, snarling when you rip your hand away.

“Now remember, no touching Steve,” you chide.

Steve tilts his head back, his eyes narrowing. “That’s it, I’m done, let me go.” He says, his gravelly voice deepening.

“I still have 25 minutes,” you retort, tapping his lips again, squealing when he snaps his teeth.

“You have what I give you, sweetheart. Now let me go.”

Swallowing thickly, you look down to see the restrains still in place. He can’t do anything until you set him free. Which means you can continue to do whatever you want. You grin, tucking your lip between your teeth. Steve’s face drops, shaking his head. “Don’t play with me.”

You shrug a shoulder. “I said no touching Steve.” You push a finger into his chest as you climb off his lap. “Now you’re going to have to watch me all the way over there.” You back away from him, running your hands over your curves.

Steve raises his wrists, the restrains fraying, his biceps bulging as he yanks as his binds. You giggle, watching him struggle to free himself, his movements stalling when you trace your nipples. His eyes aimed at your hand, cupping your tit. “I’ll show you how I liked to be touched and maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how to please me.”

Steve blinks at your sassy quip. Taking a deep breath, he chuckles, softly at first, you take a step back as he gets louder.

The chilling sounds making you freeze as they wash over you. Dark. Low. You like it, your clit pulsating.

He lifts his massive arms up, breaking the ties, and stands up. The chair falling over with a loud clatter.

It takes everything in you not to whimper. Your brain, or maybe your pussy, you don’t know at this point, is screaming fina-fucking-lly.

He storms across the room, tossing the ruined ties on the floor. He grabs your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.

“I’ll touch you whenever I feel like it, sweetheart.” His hands move down your thighs, around your ass, squeezing and pinching, he can’t get enough of you, his touch firm and possessive.

You squeal when he crouches down, hooking your legs under his arms, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing.

“You know why I can do whatever the fuck I want to you,” he says, his voice deceptively calm.

It’s not a question, you lick your lips nervously, drawing his attention, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth biting down until you whimper, his tongue laving over the dents he created.

“Because you’re mine.” His lips slot over yours, not moving. “So is your pussy. And I’m going to spend all night reminding you that you belong to me.”

“Steve- what,”

And he drops you.

At least it feels like he’s going to, your stomach plummeting as he loosens his hold. Letting you go enough, his cock gliding into your drenched cunt, the abrupt sensation of being full has you keening, his lips following yours, he swallows your shocked gasps while adjusting you in his arms.

“Oh god,” you choke out into his mouth, arching your back. Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter him. You love that stinging burn that spirals through you during the first deep stretch, your nails clawing into his shoulders.

"Talked all the shit and you're already cockdrunk," he laughs, his chest sliding over yours. "You're lucky this pussy is the best I've ever had or I swear I would make you beg for it."

He claims your lips again, deepening the kiss, his tongue moving over yours as he rolls your hips over his throbbing cock.

Your needy, wanton moans muffled by his passionate kisses, his chapped lips softly moving over yours. You feel small, petite in his strong grip. The onslaught of pleasure as he guides your body is incredible.

He’s ruthless, slamming you down on his cock, making you take each deep thrust, the wet sloshing of your cunt echoing in your ears, his cock splitting you in two so damn good until you can only hang on to him. "Fuck, don’t stop please don’t stop."

“I got you, sweetheart.” He breaks the kiss, smirking at your dazed face. “Still so fucking tight. Damn, your little cunt feels so good.” He praises, his lips dragging over your sweat-slicked throat. "'M gonna fill you up until I'm dripping out of you."

You want that, fuck you want to feel him inside you all night. “Steve, yes, fuck yes,” you groan.

Reinforcing his hold on you, he widens his stances and slams you down on his thick veiny cock, hitting that soft spongy spot repeatedly until you’re making sounds you don’t even recognize. You wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing his names into his shoulder.

White-hot pressure building in your belly, fuck you can’t take it, you need to cum; you need it.

“Good. Girl.” Steve looks down with smug satisfaction, watching his cock get coated with your slick, your walls clamping down over him. “Now cum for me. Right. Now.”

You do. Fuck, you couldn’t stop it if you tried. Your pussy sucking him back as the pressure snaps inside you.

Your walls clench down as you jerk wildly, rocking harder over him. All you can think is how it’s so good, unaware you’re chanting his name. You see stars, actual stars purples, and reds blooming behind your eyelids as pleasure wraps around your body.

Steve walks until your back hits the living room window, the cool glass soothing on your heated skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You're still a little delirious, your head lolling on his shoulder, gasping as your orgasm fades into small aftershocks. He places your trembling legs around his waist.

“I changed my mind.” His large hand wrenches your head back, you blink slowly, your heart hammering as his hungry eyes stare into your glossy ones. “Instead of the lap dance, I’m going to see how many times I can make you cum.”

He pushes you into the glass, his hands landing beside your head.

“And next time you think about keeping me from my pussy, I’ll edge you until you break. Understand?”

You give him a sated grin. “Promise?”

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Sweet like candy

ꕥ Pairing : Jean Kirstein x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : What you do in your personal life should stay private, ‘separate work life from home life’ as they always say. But what happens when your closer to your colleague than you thought?

ꕥ Word count : 4.4k

ꕥ TW : Cam girl!Y/N, perv Jean lol, heavy smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, toys, boob job, anonymous sexting, lewd language, sexual themes, squirting,sub reader, vouyerism, corporate scenes,shared photos, spanking, material fingering, sexting, teasing, bratty y/n, orgasming, dildo usage, finger sucking, rutting, porn mention, sex worker mention, exploitation, nipple play, slight semen play, light hearted deception, fantasising, reader face replacement, perverted actions, staring lewdly, probs a hell of a lot more trigger warnings but it’s at your own risk. 18+.

‘Oh my god!!’

Looking at your empty desk you raged at the sight of a crumpled up paper. Bold words written in marker stating:

'Don't think eating on duty is part of your job - Jean'

The fourth time this week he's been too fast on stealing the snacks off your drawers, from the cupcakes to the biscuits to NOW your favourite muffin? Greedy bitch.

You could hear the laugh from his office as soon as you walk in, guilty face knowing exactly what he's done. His legs thrown up over his table and phone raised to his ears, mouth talking to the stranger on the phone as his eyes stay locked on yours.

'Yeah yeah Mr Smith, it's a deal. Be at our meeting for 5pm sharp oh- and could you be ever so kind and...bring some muffins' he chuckled, small wink going your way as he hung up the phone.

Your arms stayed crossed against your chest as you stood by the door. Furrowed eyebrows and smoke coming out your ears.

'Oh hey y/n didn't see you there'

You had to keep everything contained inside you to just not slap that stupid smirk off his face.

Jean Kirstein. 34 years old. 6'3. Arose from hell. You both met after you became an apprentice at one of the largest law firms in the country. And he's been nothing but a nightmare.

From constantly harassing you on shift to scaring off potential clients by making you look like a crazed lunatic. His whole fun comes out of teasing you.

'I want my muffin back Jean. This isn't fair. One day I'm gonna die of food deprivation and it's gonna be your fault.' You whined. Tone upset and frustrated.

He got up and made his way over to you, hands slid into his trouser pockets as he mockingly crouched down to your height.

'Want your muffin? Here. Take it.' It took everything in him to not laugh as he pulled the remaining wrapper out of his pocket and placed it in your hands. Pushing your fingers shut as you stared down in horror at the crumbs slipping into your hands.

'What the f-.' You mumble, a loud laugh leaving his mouth as he jeered out loud. Echoing noise radiating the room.

'Whatever. I'll get you back next time. Just watch'

'Havent you been saying that for the past week? I'm still waiting.' he laughed again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried refraining the tears dropping down your cheeks from starvation.

'Anyways, you got the paper work done for mr Smith? We've got a meeting with him 5-6 tonight.'

'We? I think you mean YOU sir. I have a relaxing date with myself, I booked this meeting off remember?' You smiled, knowing he's going to be trapped listening to 60 year old men go on about stocks while he forces himself to keep his eyes open. His 'leader' persona meaning too much to him. Nothing brings you more happiness.

'Yeah with yourself because you can't score yourself a date with another man'

'I'll have you know there's plenty men out there willing to date someone like me. You'd be Surprised to see what some men would do for a woman like me' small egotistical smile growing on your lips as cheer runs through your blood knowing how oh-so wrong he is.

'Right. Well if your not coming to the meeting tonight AND you haven't got the paper work. Best know you better put your phone on silent, don't want any unexpected messages while your on your 'date'' Bunny fingers emphasising his ridicule on the last word. Snarling you opened the door and saw yourself out, grabbing your phone and putting it on silent. You can't be having anyone disturb you throughout those hours.

6:00pm

Jean

- I never needed your help with these old men anyways

...

- I'll buy you a muffin if you can save me from these next 5 minutes

...

- 2 muffins?

- Okay 3 but that's my final offer

- (iMessage game)

Your phone blew up like crazy, messages and vibrations every two seconds. You felt yourself getting more and more annoyed at the feeling of your silence button not working

Y/N

- You deserve all the karma coming your way, I'll take the three muffins though

- (iMessage game)

- Lol I won.

Jean

- Fuck off

- Whatever, meetings done I was only using you anyways.

You laughed at his last sore message, thumbs going back to type until you heard a notification come from your laptop. Bending over your bed you reached over to see what it was.

Tip - ImALawyer67 $1000

Note - For my favourite cam girl ;)

You smiled at the gesture. Being a young worker you make around 17k a year working as an apprentice, this side job was enough entertainment to have you looking forward to the end of the day and being able to afford your luxuries. Being able to unwind and finger fuck yourself infront of an audience was just what you liked. Usually you get well over 30k viewers. You were quite known throughout the porn industry, wearing nothing but a masquerade mask and red lipstick to top your lips, the small dim of your room was enough to blur out your face well enough, letting your camera focus on your body.

Walking over to your keyboard you typed a message, biting your lips at the thought of trying your new vibrator you brought on your shopping spree.

Candygirl3000

- Thankyou @ImALawyer67 make sure you keep your inbox open for a treat later. ;)

The time was nearing towards 6:30pm at this point and you decided to get ready. Stripping your clothes on the floor and unboxing your new vibrator. The 8 inch playing under the tip of your french tips as you applied your lipstick and masquerade mask. Dressing up in tight spandex as you prepared to slowly unveil yourself.

Turning on your camera you smiled brightly at the viewers, waving your hand as you puffed up your chest, beautiful hair falling on your shoulder as you broadcasted the long item in your hand. Money and comments spewing through.

Meowmeow8 - Can't wait to see you fuck yourself

Meowmeow9 - Best porn star ever

Meowmeow10 - Just get your tits out.

All the different comments made you laugh, seeing the amount of people you pull in in only 10 seconds makes your ego boost. So you got to work, pulling the sleeves of your top down as you fondled with your boobs, tongue wrapping around the fake toy as you pushed it down your throat, fingers twiddling with your nipples through the lace bra. Slight moans escaping your lips the way you played with yourself through your underwear.

Jeans routine was no different to yours.

Getting home at 6:15. Racing home actually. Undoing his tie, stripping his clothes, going infront of his computer to relax himself. A notification popping up that he's received a message. Smile brushing over his lips as he pushes down his boxers and rubs his cock. Same pace at the one your going at, words and mutters escaping his lips, imagining he's the one saying it in your ear, that he's the one filling your every hole.

Little does he know that 'candygirl3000' is his favourite little pretty co-worker.

Days and days pass - more harassment. More arrogance. He's intolerable and stubborn. Your fiesty and temperamental. This co-worker friendship is never going to work out. Frenemies more like.

'Jean.'

No answer

'Jean'

No answer

'...Sir'

'Ah y/n come in'

The ridiculous pattern of him only listening to you whenever you refer to him as authority. His promotion to management over the entire company gave him the ego boost. You were just a pretty little worker at this point. His favourite one.

'I have your paper work. Here.' You threw it on his desk, aggravated at the amount of pressure he's been putting on you to get things done for due dates. The leadership role really getting to his head.

'Not a way to speak to your boss now is it Princess'

Jean was always your boss, he was the one who hired you in the first place. Small 20 year old you, happy and perfect. Willing to do anything 10 years older Jean told you to do. But now that your 24, 4 years of his shit has really made you intolerant to the boundaries of authority.

'Whatever...sir...' your fingers tapped at the side of his table as you looked down at him. His stupid straight posture and black suit and tie. Prim and proper for another day of exploiting his clients.

His eyes fell down to your hands. Smooth skin and a small cheap ring balanced on your pointer. Two nails filed down on your freshly manicured hands. Both. Hands.

Your instantly got embarrassed at his realisation. Quickly moving to put your hands folded against your chest, face blushing red as you accidentally pushed up your tits. Making them sit pretty and perfect for jeans eyes to catch a perfect view.

'Nice way to inform me of your private life y/n' He sniggered, waving you out, watching you leave as he saw the way your dress clung to you every time you moved to rush to the door.

6:15pm

Jean felt himself come loose the way he stroked himself to the rhythm of your moans. Small grunts and whines edging himself to make himself cum at the same time as you, pants and belt buckle pushed to his ankles as he didn't even have enough time to undo his shirt entirely. His eyes glued to his screen. Seeing your pretty little body stretched over your bed, fingers rubbing deep into your g spot as you practically scream out moans, rutting into the bed underneath you as your tits exposed to the camera. Familiar eyes glancing at the screen every now and then.

'Yeah- yeah fuck that feels good' you cooed through the screen. Likes and messages spewing through at every second. Jeans eyes glued to the way your...two...filed down fingers pushed inside you. Orgasm over coming you as you licked your fingers clean and said goodbye to the camera.

That was the main reason jean started watching candygirl3000. He imagined it was you. Your tight scandalous figure always on display. Ass curved out in the smallest skirts and low cut tops, breasts almost spewing out. He knew you never meant to, figure too insane to be able to contain itself. The woman's voice sounded like yours too, he always pictured it was you moaning like that, you touching yourself up, you sending him dirty little messages until you've stripped yourself off and fucked yourself like he told you too through the screen. I guess that's what he liked about the mask, he knew an attractive woman was behind it, everything about her seemed perfect. Like you seemed perfect to him.

Little does Jean actually know.

'I cant do this Jean. I quit.' You walk into his room slamming your notice on his desk.

He barely looked at it, almost like it was a stupid prank that he wanted you to get rid of.

'Really? Just before I was gonna promote you. Shame.'

You felt your jaw almost drop as colour drained out of your face. What a little nonchalant shit he was. It's like he was preparing himself for this moment, trying to break you until your limits. The small grin on his face recognised this too.

'Wh- Jean this is SO unfair?!'

'You mean sir. Right?'

'...Sir this is so unfair. Why tell me this now after I've been working so hard this whole time'

'I was planning on telling you today princess, just didn't know if you were up for it. Are you?' Dark eyes looked up at you through hooded lids, a hint of mischief behind it.

'I- yeah. Yes Jean you know I am'

'If you wanna be so informal you can come to my place tonight.'

You looked straight at him, confused at his direct response to your words. You were always on alright terms with Jean, although he was an arrogant leader dick the occasional flirty comment would be enough to see it's not so uptight. But this was just-

'To see whether your fit for the job title. Pick you up at 8?'

A bit late? And why couldn't we just do it here? Whatever.

'Yes sir. Fine.'

Atleast it gave you enough rest for your screen time

6:45pm

ImALawyer67 - I love when you wear that lingerie. Makes me get off so much faster.

CandyGirl3000 - Really? Well I hope these pictures really help you with your issues ;) *3 attachments*

And there you were. Taking pictures of your bare chest, covered in lube as your lingerie attaches to your skin. Your saliva coating the cleavage travelling down to your pussy. Your client deserved it. The best tipper, always active, heck he's pretty much running your business at this point.

Checking the time you saw you needed to get ready. Apologising you messaged the anonymous man, telling him you'll send him a private video later. Quickly shutting off your phone you applied your makeup and put on your outfit. Black strappy heels and a red cowl neck short dress. The lingerie panties your wearing being the only ones that don't show up in the satin feel. Having to keep them on you paired a black clutch bag and applied red lipstick. Jean never talked about the dress code, so you may aswell use your pretty privilege to the advantage.'

8:02pm

Jean

- My butlers outside princess

Y/N

- What happened to formalities sir?

Jean

- Princess is your name at this point, don't be long.

You walked down your stairs and unlocked your doors, quickly glancing in the mirror only to see the way your nipples poke out of the satin dress, hopefully your hair will be able to cover it for the night.

Jeans house

Walking in you were hit with the reality of how rich he was. A mansion. Atleast 8 bedrooms, the long hallway and the small clacking of your heels was the realisation of it all. The faint orchestra music playing in the back as your mesmerised by the place.

'Done staring princess?'

Looking at Jean, he looked more casual than you thought, a crisp shirt along with normal jeans. His stance still extremely smart, small dimple reaching out as he smiled.

'Jean- I mean sir- wow...'

'Mm...here come inside.' He paves the way, entering inside his large living room. Directing a seat to you on his couch as he returns and pours you in a glass of red rich wine. Heels nudging into the plush of his carpet as the fire place roars infront of you.

'All due respect sir. This is beautiful but isn't this meant to be a business meeting'

'Exactly that' he grins. 'That's why I've sent all my staff home. So...y/n...tell me what do you do in your spare time'

Shit. What do you say. What did you say when you first took the interview. It was only 4 years ago how could you forget.

'Oh I sell products online. Kinda like a small business.' I mean I suppose your not exactly lying. But is it really fair to call it a small business.

'Mm...interesting. Well you got the job.'

'Really?!' You say shocked. Him rolling his eyes in granting.

You practically threw yourself on him. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck as your chest pushed against his. Jean could feel himself tightening in his pants. Your sweet candy perfume being taken in with every second you lingered on him.

'For such a mean boss Jean you can be cute sometimes'

'You tryna get fired already?'

A few wine glasses later and you and Jean are flailing over each other. Laughing and jokes being shared between the two of you, you don't think you've ever gotten along so well in your entire life.

'So you actually brought it?' You asked. Almost wheezing in laughter.

'What else was I meant to do he was practically pressurising me'

Your body bent over in effort to try hold in your laugh, simply making your wine spill over your dress.

'Oh fuck' you murmur. Playing with the chest of your dress, hands brushing down on your breasts as you move your hair out the way. Giving Jean a real eyeful of your skin.

'My bathrooms third door on the left. Go clean yourself up doll'

You thank him silently, quickly getting up and walking off to the bathroom, hips swaying as you contain your posture to walk. Jeans eyes practically lingering on your form the way he's mesmerised over you.

You looked beautiful in that dress. The red colour complimenting your skin tone and your red lipstick staining his wine glass. He could just imagine it being mixed in with his cum. You getting on your knees as your tongue plays with his rim, his hands guiding you to his core as he face fucks the youth out of you. Pretty tits bouncing with every movement, dainty eyes staring up at him, innocent but so corrupted.

He groaned as he pulled out his phone, looking back at the lingerie photos candygirl sent him earlier. He knew it was devious, looking at his employee in such a deviant way that he uses external sources to fuel his imagination, but what can he do? He's a man. He's not exactly violating your personal space, right?

ImALawyer67 - Fuck you get me so hard...

A buzz to your phone had Jean ignoring it. Notification lighting up on your screen as soon as Jean sent it.

ImALawyer67 - I hope one day I could do that to you, anything you want me to

Another buzz made Jean glance, your phone on the glass table, laying lonely. As he grabbed your phone he saw the notification

'Two new messages from ImALaw....'

You were candy girl?

YOU’RE CANDY GIRL?!

Jeans eyes widened at the sight of what was infront of him, y/n. You. You were the one he was masturbating over every night, you were the girl he late night texting helping her get herself off every night, you were the one he...

So many thoughts ran through Jeans head. The way his cock strained at his pants had him going insane. Knowing that the girl of his dreams was also the girl of his...fantasys.

He heard you walk back into the room, putting the pieces together. Sexy, purring voice - just like candygirls precious moans. Rounded curvy body and full breasts - just like the one candygirl touched every night. Red full lips - just like...candygirls.

'Jean? Jean.' You called, his eyes snapping towards yours as you stood infront of him.

'Do you know where my phone is, I don't think it's in my bag?'

Eyes pretending to look around he 'found it' on the table. Passing it to you whilst reacknowledging your notification - both of you sobering up slightly at the thought.

'Candy girl hm? When you said you sold things I didn't know you meant sex work...' he chuckled standing infront of you, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

'Mm..sorry sir but I don't th- wait how do you know that candy girls a porn star...' you ask, innocently, voice coming out in shock of what's going on.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, passing it to you, your eyes open at the sight of his messages. Yours and his messages. Back and forth sexting and pictures from the two of you, no faces involved. Orgasms and moaning. This anonymous whore was your boss?!

'Y-your..Th-'

'Don't act shocked princess, you did say not long ago you wanted the real thing..right...?' His mouth coming close to yours. Breath touching your skin as you feel your back begin to arch off the wall. You lean in to kiss him, soft touches of your skin connect as it begins to get sloppier, his one hand moving lower from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly as you could feel his boner pin into you, letting a small moan escape from your mouth.

He lifts your dress over your head, rounded nipples pointing out to him as he steps back to admire your beauty in the flesh, small thong from earlier on your body. The devious look in his eyes had you rubbing your legs together, getting wetter by the second.

'God princess arent I just lucky...bend over.'

'Bend over? You seemed nicer on the messages sir...' you purred. Bratty tone escaping as he quickly grabbed you and pinned you over the arm rest, back arched in the air as he threw a harsh slap to your ass.

'Don't test me. Ive been waiting for you for far too long. Short skirts in the office. Tight, deep tops? Fuck I don't know how ive kept it in myself' he threw another harsh blow to your ass. Your mouth beginning to pool in drool the way you felt him finger you through your panties.

The soft Lacey material getting pushed into you, your cum from earlier staining the colour. You moaned and purred, his long fingers really working as he hit the fluffy spot in your pussy. Your clit writhed for him. Getting wetter by the second.

'Deeper jean fuck...'

'Jean? You know my name princess use it'

'Deeper...sir...'

A slight smile crossed his face as he began to finger fuck you, the material of your under wear entering inside you and out, your loose moans getting louder and louder by the decibel. You finally released on his fingers. Cooing and trying to get down from your high.

'Fuck your so much more reactive than I thought...' you heard him say, his hands loosely unbuckling his belt as he pulled his trousers down. You looked behind you to see the image of his cock, strained in his CK boxers. Hard and pointed. Barely scraping the entrance of your ass.

'Mm sir..I need you ...' you whine. Head doted in lust.

'Really? Having me wait this long for you there's no holding back princess...'

'Please sir...f-fuck' you moan, starting to rub yourself off on the couch for some friction, the sight making Jean go insane, Pre cum beginning to spill.

He quickly grabbed you and flipped you on the couch, your back colliding with the pillows as you stared up at him. Shirt now half undone as he pulls out his veiny long cock. 8 hard inches. His foreskin wrapped around it, being tugged down to show off his red warm tip, you licked your lips in adoration. Hand moving up to touch your breasts, pinching your nipples and playing with yourself for jeans adoration. He couldnt take it

Lining himself up with you, he pushed himself in an inch at a time. Your back began to arch with every movement. Getting more and more touch starved with every tainting move

'Noo ha-AHH'

He pushed his whole length in, quickly pounding himself inside you. Beats hiting your g spot every time. You moaned harshly, eyes rolling back as you could feel dribble moving to reach your ear.

'Fuck your so much t-tighter than I thought' the grip on your waist harsh and heavy, his fingers opening your mouth as you look at him with doe eyes, your tits moving faster with the pace of him. Your clit began to get attention as his fingers prodded at it. Playing with you, tipping you to an edge.

'I'm gonna c-cum...' your words slurred and non comprehensive.

'Fuck- cum for me princess...'

On command you released all over him. Squirting straight over his fingers and clothes. He was no different. White spurts of semen escaping, staining your legs and thighs. His head tipped back as he felt like he was in heaven.

Heavy pants and breathing were filled through the room, as you went to get up and cradle in jeans arms. Until-

'I'm not done with you doll. Do you know the amount of times I've thought about your lips round me, sucking me off? Now I got you here I'm not missing that chance. Do me a favour and get on your knees? I'll be kinder this time'

His tenacious voice coming out sincere and kind. His cock already starting to get hard again the way you obeyed to silently, hands and knees on the floor as you pushed your chest out and opened your mouth. Your tongue lolling infront of him, it's a sight for sore eyes.

'Good girl. Open wide'

'Yes sir...'

He pushed inside you, your warm cheeks hollowed out as you already started to gag on the size of him. Saliva coating down to his balls as he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you down further and further on him as your tongue began to rub against his tip, playing and coating the fluffy tip as his groans escaped his lips. Your moans sending vibrations straight to the core of his dick. His pace fastened and all you were good for now was a whining hole, helping him chase his release as you looked pretty doing it. Red lipstick smeared all down his long vein as you looked up at him. Fluttering eyelashes and pretty makeup ruined from the harsh fucking he's putting you through.

'Fuck fuck...princess get those tits ready...'

You push your tits together, pupils blown out and saliva dripping like a dog. He began to fuck you between your cleavage. Tip hitting your tongue every time. Pretty moans leaving your lips as he reached his high. White and red mixed together in lust as Jean called out your name. Salty taste bittersweet on your tongue as you stayed on your knees even after he was done.

'That was me going easy princess, you took me so well' a kiss was planted to your forehead in praise. You still looking up at him, waiting for your next order.

'Always took you for a harsh fucker Jean...good to know my conspiracy was true'

He kissed your cheek, hand ruffling through your hair as he moved lower to kiss your lips, an intertwining one last time. The semen and lipstick really mixing together.

'Can really taste the candy on you...'

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