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"well, if it isn't aaron burr, sir? :)"
#I WATCHED HAMILTON#I WENT WILD#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#i love musicals#!!!!!!!!!#they're making me SHAKING#i was so excited when i watched it#literally masterpiece#alexander hamilton#hamilton musical#hamilton fanart#aaron burr#hamilton x burr#hamilton musical fanart#sketch#i hope quality is okay
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Stasis
#Someone kept mentioning possession#Due to absorbing torossâ stasis#I went wild#Donât worry heâs fine#digital art#wakfu fanart#yugo the eliatrope#wakfu yugo#yugo#ankama#wakfu s4#yugo wakfu#wakfu season 4#eliatrope#art#artists on tumblr#wakfu#wakfu spoilers
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I JUST WANNA SEE MY BABIES STANDING RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR đđđđ¤
just as last year babes, feel free to use them (and if you want, let me know if you do, I would be more than happy to see it!) let's celebrate that we're getting a sequelâĄâĄâĄ
I feel like theres like three people in this fandom who like the toys pfft but it's ok I did these for fun (: I'll add puppet and mayyybe bb when I post these on tiktok tomorrow
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#five nights at freddy's 2#fnaf 2#the mangle#mangle fnaf#toy bonnie#toy chica#toy freddy#toy bonnie fnaf#toy chica fnaf#toy freddy fnaf#fnaf fanart#toy animatronics#christmas icons#free to use#because im cool like that#my art#drawing their eyes was SO MUCH FUN compared to dhmis where eyes are so simple!đ#I WENT WILD#ALSO IMPORTANT NOTE before you come at me saying my toy bonnie looks girly its bc I draw her as a girlđ mwah mwah
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Could you imagine fighting side-by-side with the Master Chief from Installation 04 all the way to the end of the war, and meeting him again on Requiem. "I wanted to be like you, Chief."
YES, I can. I just adore these asks, gets my creative juices running. I really said we're making a short-fic with this.
The first thing that comes into mind is a Marine or an ODST that fought side by side with John through the ring. Someone who he ends up trusting considering they went through all this with him, the halo, the flood, and all that âfunâ stuff between. Honestly, heâs impressed they havenât been killed yet but also how you had the ability to keep going despite everything you had faced and seen. John can think of commanders and captains who didnât have the same resilience as you. He might even make a brief comment that you would be a good squad leader or commanding officer much to your delight.
So when he first goes MIA, itâs hard to believe that the Master Chief is gone and there is a lot of denial, but the years press on, and time doesnât wait on anyone. I also think you would not only be grieving Johnâs âdeathâ but also Sergeant Johnsonâs as he wouldâve been your commanding officer during the war and a role model. Ultimately, you take Johnâs words to heart and climb up the ranks into command.
There isnât much surprise when you are scouted out for the Spartan-IV program as one of the newest generation of Spartans by Musa Ghanem. It is surprising when he starts talking about John in an almost familiar tone and how he heard about the battles the two of you faced together on the halo. You are sold on the idea of the program as soon as Musa brings the Master Chief into the picture, what else was there than to be like him? And that maybe, if he did somehow come back, you could even have Johnâs back and fight for him.
As you delve into the Spartan-IV program with five others, you progress through the augmentation process, and enhancements reshape your body which lasts nearly three weeks. When it comes to training and field exercises, you and Sarah Palmer wipe the floor with the rest of the candidates. By the end of the program, you took the position of lieutenant commander as Sarah's right-hand Spartan. [Note: you and Sarah are probably besties after bonding by kicking ass. Also, Sarah has to stop you from committing something that might get you court marital a multitude of times on the UNSC Infinity, aka you almost punching the daylight out of 'captain' Andrew Del Rio.]
By the time Requiem rolls around, your reputation as a Spartan-IV and a capable leader has grown. So when you hear the distress signal, you know it's Cortana by voice alone and you are demanding to investigate, which almost prompts a fight between the captain and yourself that Commander Lasky has to intervene and side with you.
Conversation snips-
[Lasky] "I know you don't like Del Rio, Lieutenant, but I almost thought you were going to punch him."
[You] "I was this close."
[Lasky] "Your fingers are touching."
[You] "Exactly."
Or
[Lasky] "I've never seen you lose your cool like that."
[You] "I-If there is a possibility the Chief is alive, it's our job to investigate it."
[Lasky] "I feel like there is more than you're letting on."
When the UNSC Infinity crashes on Requiem, you manage to round up a squad of Spartan-IV and go scout the jungle area. It's the flash of metallic green that had you holding up your hand to stop the others from firing.
"Chief?" You call out in disbelief, your gun lower just a bit. You knew there was a possibility he was still alive but seeing him in the flesh, if it wasn't for the Spartan training, you would've started crying.
"No way...[Y/n]?" The feminine voice rang through your helmet and the sound of her on TEAMCOM had a grin touching your lips.
"'Tana! Long time no see." You gave your team a signal to hold off while you approached the Master Chief, he almost seemed to be scanning you up and down.
"You're huge! And wearing MJOLNIR."
"Ma'am yes ma'am," You chuckled. "Hi, Chief. It's good to see you up and causing trouble." This time around, John didn't seem to tower over you, he was still taller but it no longer felt like you had to crank your neck up.
"You became a Spartan?" It was a question, the first words to hear him say after all these years and you were grinning to the point your cheeks hurt.
"I wanted to be like you, Chief." You gave him a shrug. "I got scouted and here we are."
"I feel like there is more to the story than just that." Cortana quipped and you could absolutely imagine her with her hand on her hips, giving you that pointed look she did back on installation 04.
"Tell you what, we make it out of here, I buy drinks and I'll tell you everything that's happened in the last four and half years." The Spartan-ll tilted his head ever so slightly before giving you a curt nod.
"I think we would like that very much." The teasing tone in Cortana's voice didn't miss you by much and there was certainly a smile in her tone. Was she teasing you? That would have to be figured out later as several blips appeared on your radar. "So, just like old times?"
#halo#ask#asks#mini fic#halo series#master chief#john 117#cortana#john 117 x reader#master chief x reader#halo 4#I went wild#I literally pulled up the game for thus#kicking my feet#I had a blast writing this
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day 5
#i went wild#this will also go on my main acct#h2d#hatched2dance#they were hatched only to dance and they are very good at it#vestri#hiveswap#hiveswap daily#hiveswap friendsim#homestuck#thats a lot of tags#if youre reading this far#next will probably be a trickster moded character
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PERCY SERIES IS RELEASING THIS YEAR RHE NOISES I MADE WERE UNNATURAL
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living dead man? girl? girl.
(reblogs > likes)
#this was supposed to be sexy but#i went wild#now it's only sexy if you're weird#like me#anyway#sorry for my tag wall#iron maiden#eddie the head
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at first when I read the "step dad bangchan" i was like noooo what is this đŚđŚ
but- uhm...
i might have enjoyed this a little bit too much... đ.
đđđ đ˘đđđ! - stepdad!bang chan x fem!reader
wc: 10.2k
cw: chan is your mother's boyfriend and you want to fuck him, chan is 30 and reader is described to be younger & in college, lix is a menace, changbin is a moral compass, you do not care about morals, SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: you're home for the holidays, and your mother - who you can't stand - has a new, young, hot boyfriend. it's such a good idea trying to seduce him.. right?
a/n: it's so here <3 my first commission! i hope u all love it <3 smut warnings under the cut ofc. i also tried a new format with this fic so pls let me know what u think?!?
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sw: dirty talk, breeding kink, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation, cumplay if u squint?, humiliation if u squint?, anal fingering (f rec), oral (f rec), edging maybe briefly, sex with feelings
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You hated going home for the holidays.
You were a rich kid, to put it simply. Your mother loved to leech off the men that she was with, marrying them quickly and trying to suck as much money as she could out of them in gifts and straight up cash before they eventually clued on and left her. It had been why your father had left when you were a mere infant, but youâd always lived in luxury due to the incessant payments that he was forced to give. Youâd never met him, but there was a plus side - he was paying your college tuition, where you met your best friends.
Perhaps if you thought about it a bit more youâd realise that the only reason you went to college was to get away from your mother. She pissed you off, sauntering around the house in silk kimonos with a maid trailing behind her, pausing to look in mirrors so that she could choose where her next round of botox would hit. She frustrated you beyond belief, but you still had to go home for Christmas. Annoyingly early, too, because she had a surprise for you.
Okay, well, it wasnât a surprise. Sheâd FaceTimed you a week earlier, an irritatingly wrinkle-free face popping up on the screen as she sipped mulled wine and revelled in your absence. She had a new boyfriend, she said. Youâd love him, she said. Your opinion matters most to me, she said. The last one you knew to be a lie. God, you hated her.Â
Still, you lugged your suitcase through the front door and huffed, booting the side with your foot to try and shake some of the snow off. No surprise, she hadnât helped you in from your taxi. She hadnât even come to get you from the airport a mere twenty minute drive away. You dropped the suitcase on the floor, giving it another kick just for good measure, and then you were trudging into the kitchen. Youâd heard voices from there, so it had to be them.
âOh, honey!â Your mother chirped upon seeing you. You couldnât see the face of the man washing dishes behind her, his white shirt sleeves rolled up and back facing you. You didnât care anyway. âYou made it home safe, then.â
âYeah. The taxi driver was super nice and let me call him mum,â You quipped. She furrowed her eyebrows, lips pursed.Â
âOkay, youâre being weird already,â She mumbled, and then shook her head, shrugging it off. She walked to the man by the sink, spinning him around by his slender waist to display him to you. âThis is Chan!â
You felt silly, stood in the kitchen doorway in oversized clothes and covered in ivory snow. The manâs eyes found you, shocked by your motherâs harsh manoeuvring, and he blinked with surprise at your figure. You blinked with surprise, too.
Chan was hot. Incredibly so, actually, and he looked young. Younger than your mother, with a big nose you wanted to ride and plush lips parting as he raised one hand to wave at you, still wet with soapy dishwasher. You wanted to lick him clean. The white shirt he wore stretched across broad shoulders, and the sleeves were fit to burst around incredibly toned biceps. You allowed your gaze to wander down, eyes focusing on the thick thighs in the black dress trousers he wore.Â
There was no way this was real. âOkay,â You burst out laughing, eyes darting between Chan and your mother. âAnd, who is Chan? A friend? A colleague? Heâs not your boyfriend.â
Chanâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âNo, I am. Iâm your motherâs boyfriend, sweetheart.â
His voice was deep - too deep, deep enough to haunt your dreams and those late night sessions you had in your bed with your trusty vibrator. This was going to be trouble. You were going to be trouble.
âYouâre shitting me,â You couldnât get the amused smile off of your face. No fucking way. Your mother hadnât bagged that. âYouâre fucking with me. You have to be. Mum, heâs closer to my age than he is to yours.â
âIâm thirty, actually,â He mumbled, looking sheepish. Your mother stared at you in shock, jaw dropped at your brazenness.Â
âI rest my case,â You concluded, nodding decisively. When the two of them just continued to stare, you bristled slightly, starting to hop from one foot to the other. Awkward. âYou⌠are you actually together?â
âYes, honey,â Your mother confirmed, still looking shocked. You scoffed.
âOkay, I really need to go, actually,â You gushed, turning around to leave the kitchen. âIâm- Iâm going to my room. Really nice to meet you, Chan, really.âÂ
Shooting upstairs, you completely ignored your suitcase still leaking snow all over the hardwood floors and darted into your bedroom. It still looked exactly how youâd left it, band posters all over the walls and teddies littering the end of your bed. You threw yourself on top of the mattress, fingers yanking your phone out of your pocket and clicking the button on the most recent group call on FaceTime. Immediately, your college best friends picked up.
âThereâs already a problem?â Felix scrunched his nose up, face way too close to the camera. Changbin was on the other side, face looking confused in the little square designated to him on your phone screen.
âI just met my motherâs boyfriend.â
âOh, right, how did that go?â Changbin questioned, tilting his head to the side. You caught sight of your face in your own little square, flushed and appalled.
âHe is thirty years of age, Changbin,â You began. Felix gasped, tiny hand moving to cover his mouth. âHe is thirty years of age, and he is really fucking hot.â
âOh my god,â Felix mumbled, muffled behind his hand. âOh my god, you have to fuck him.â
Changbin choked on air. âShe has to- No, Felix, no!â
âNo, I canât do that. It would be fucked up,â You mused. Or.. âWait, would it even be that fucked up? He is closer to my age. I hate my mother.â
Felixâs hand fell, and he giggled before speaking in his trademark goblin voice - âFuck him.â
âDonât!â Changbin shrieked, his phone shaking in his hand. âI really think this is a bad idea.â
âI think itâs a great idea,â Felix grinned, looking smug. âIâd do it.â
âThereâs not a lot you wouldnât do,â Changbin retorted. Felix stuck his tongue out at him. You, however, were silent, musing on the situation and staring at your wall. Could you do it? Changbin noticed, sighing. âBaby, please no.â
You licked your lips, nodding. You could do it. You wanted to do it - needed it, even. Those biceps were going to plague your life forever otherwise. âOperation fuck my motherâs boyfriend is a go.â
Felix screamed in delight. Changbin ended the call.
SATURDAY
It was time. Your mother was out at brunch with some friends, and you had plans to invade Chanâs personal space because you had a feeling heâd be too polite to tell you otherwise. You knew heâd set up the spare room as his own home studio, because your mother had delighted in telling you how Chan was a super successful music producer and was often tinkering away in there these days. You were going to let yourself in, try to get to know him a bit.
The knock you landed on the door was anything but subtle. Your fist rapped on the door and you heard a little hum in response, so you swung open the door, eyes landing on Chan hunched over his desk. He looked even younger like this, beanie pulled down over dark curls and headphones positioned on his head. He continued to stare at the file on his computer, head bobbing absentmindedly, so you strode up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He spun around on his computer chair, blinking confusedly at you. âOh, hello.â
âHi,â You beamed. âSorry about last night. I was rude. I was feeling kinda weird, yâknow, with the travelling.â
âNo, I completely get it,â Chan put his hands up as if to diffuse the atmosphere. You nodded, still smiling. Chan stared at you when you didnât respond instantly, and you crossed your hands behind your back, pressing against the plaid pattern of the dress youâd chosen for today. It was all part of the plan - the tight, short dress was perfect for seduction. He looked down at your chest, before clearing his throat, reverting his gaze to your eyes. âUm⌠did you need something, by the way?â
You gasped, as if remembering. âOh, yeah! I did. My mother told me you were a music producer, and I was really curious. I was wondering if youâd show me some stuffâŚ?â
It was Chanâs turn to smile, nodding excitedly. âOf course. Here, put these on.â
He linked two fingers around his headphones and handed them to you, to which you obediently put them over your ears. He was quieter now, but you could still slightly hear him mumbling as he found a spare chair for you to sit on. Your eyes scanned the files, eventually fixating on a file titled Drive. That one had to be dirty.
âOkay, so. I have this one, itâs my most recent one, and-â
âI want to listen to that one,â You cut him off, pointing at the song. When you turned to look at him, he was biting his lip nervously, pink tinting the ends of his ears and his cheeks. âWhat is it, Chan?â
âYou- that one is a little, uh⌠heh. A little inappropriate.â
Unsurprisingly, you darted over his desk to grab the computer mouse and double click on the file. Chan squealed, but you ignored him, listening to the song. You were right. It was dirty, the two singers crooning about something that was a thinly-veiled innuendo about driving. It took you a second and then you clicked. One of them was Chan. This was Chan singing, on a song about sex. God, could he get any hotter?
You slid one of the ear cups off of your ear, turning to Chan with a shit eating grin. âThis is you singing? Youâre really good, Chan.â You werenât lying. He was really good, and it had you wondering why he was a producer and not singing.
âYeah, well, it was just an experimental track. Me and my mate were just messing around,â Chan mumbled shyly, hand scratching the back of his neck. You tried to avoid staring at the way his biceps tensed in his tight t-shirt at the movement. He was still blushing, but you had to kick it up a notch.
âIt is kinda inappropriate, though, isnât it?â You chirped excitedly. Chanâs lips parted, as if he was looking for something to say. His eyes stared into your own, piercing and dark and all-consuming. âI think youâre a little dirty, Channie.â
Chanâs eyebrows furrowed at your use of the nickname. âThatâs- you canât say that. Thatâs inappropriate.â
âWhat?â You feigned shock-horror. Play dumb. âI canât call you Channie? Why not?â
âThatâs not what I meant, and you know it,â Chan groaned, pointing an accusing finger at you. You giggled anyway, jumping up and slipping the headphones back onto his head. You made sure to trail your fingertips down his neck after doing so. He shivered noticeably. You smiled.
âThat was super good, Channie, thank you.â
You didnât miss his groan of disbelief as you bounded out of the room. You had him, and it was easier than youâd expected it to be.
SUNDAY
Something was happening. You werenât sure what, just yet, but something was happening. Chan was acting a little weird after what happened the day before, and youâd already caught Felix and Changbin up on the nonsense plan you had.Â
âI think you need to accept that this is just down to you having a fat crush on him and severe daddy issues,â Changbin mused, and you gasped. He was right though. This wasnât completely about getting back at your mother in a sick, twisted way. You wanted him.
Phase two of your plan was underway as soon as you caught sight of him on the sofa. He was watching some cheesy Christmas movie, your mother tinkering away in the kitchen - when had she ever cooked? - so it was prime seducing time. He had one of the thick throw blankets over his lap, fingers playing with the fluffy fabric absentmindedly. You hopped into the living room in your short pyjamas, frowning at Chan when you felt the goosebumps on your legs.
âWhatcha watching?â You asked, making him jump when he realised your presence. He smiled nonetheless, motioning to the seat next to him, and you took it. You perched and ensured that you left no room between you both.
âSome cheesy film. The womanâs marrying a prince, I think.â
âSounds awful. I canât wait to watch it,â You smiled, and Chan chuckled, relaxing on the sofa. You managed to make it five whole minutes before you were rubbing your hands up your legs, trying to create a semblance of warmth.Â
Chan turned to you, frowning. âAre you cold, sweetheart?â
âYeah,â You whined, pulling your legs up into your chest. ââS cold in here, right?â
âCâmere,â He mumbled, reaching for the end of the blanket and throwing it over your lap. You hummed contentedly, inching a little closer under the guise of the cold weather. The blanket was warm. You were kind of jealous heâd been in such comfort this whole time while youâd been thinking of ways to get his cock inside your mouth.Â
âThanks, Channie,â Chan only nodded, continuing to watch the film. You had a feeling he was pretending to be so focused on it, given you werenât sure he even knew the plot before your arrival.Â
You squirmed on your seat, thrashing each way until you found yourself comfortable, hand splayed over Chanâs knee. He tensed under your touch.Â
âYouâre touching me, sweetheart,â He warned, his voice low and deep. You shivered, turning to him.
âAm I?â
âYou are. Youâre touching my leg underneath the blanket, arenât you?â
You hummed. âIs that okay, Chan?â
Chan turned to you, his eyes not even holding any sign of shock. He knew what game you were playing, you realised, and maybe he was playing along. He licked his lips, head back against the sofa, and then he shrugged dismissively.Â
âIt doesnât bother me.â
You left your hand there for the whole film.Â
MONDAY
The showers at home were something youâd missed. The ones in college didnât quite cut it - not even now that you lived with Changbin and Felix in your own student home. All three of you were young adults, after all, and that came with you being a little too messy.
At home, you didnât have to worry about mess. Your mother had cleaners employed with your dadâs money anyway. Admittedly, you realised you were being a little spoiled, so youâd learned to clean up after yourself. The showers were still better, though. Bigger, and the water pressure hit you just right.Â
Especially when you detached the shower head and pressed it to your clit. You felt pathetic. Youâd only tried to seduce Chan for two fucking days, and there you were, legs shaking at the thought of him. Maybe it was the chase that got you feeling hot, or maybe it was the fact that you might actually be getting somewhere - you might actually be getting close to fucking him, muscles bulging as he ploughed into you.Â
It had you pressing the shower head harder, your spare hand coming up to pinch your nipple. You whined, bucking your hips into the water stream. The steam was all over the bathroom by now, staining the shower with condensation and making your skin feel pruned and flushed. Or did you feel flushed from the thoughts of Chan? Maybe heâd fuck you the way you liked. He must have experience, you assumed, being a few years older than you. You thought about how heâd make you feel, how heâd touch you, and how youâd feel in his arms. You thought about how youâd feel when you came, and what it would be like to be with him. You wanted to feel him so badly.
Was he as big down there as he was everywhere else? Sure, heâs not too tall, but heâs every part a man. That much was clear. Would he bend you in half, pushing you into a mating press and fuck you raw the way you liked, cumming inside and letting you call him daddy and-
You wailed, legs trembling with one last buckle before you were cumming. You felt wet, too wet even just from the shower, and you belatedly realised youâd have to wash again. Ugh. This plan needed to end, like⌠yesterday.Â
Coming out of the shower freshly washed, you wrapped a towel around your figure and checked the time on your phone. Your thumb slipped around the screen from the condensation in the bathroom, but the plan was going well. If you left the bathroom now, then hopefully Chan would be heading to bed, and heâd catch you in your towel. Ideally, heâd be so hot for you that heâd just have to have you, and then you could get the thoughts of him out of your head.
You burst out of the room in a flurry of steam and movement, almost tripping over your own feet when you noticed that it had actually fucking worked. Chan stood stock still at the other end of the hallway, his eyes fixated on the way the towel wrapped tightly around your chest, at risk of falling. You smiled, waving innocently, and he stalked towards you. He was seeing red. You could tell from the way he cornered you, crowding around you with the small advantage he had on your height.
âYou need to stop this,â He mumbled, eyes looking at your motherâs bedroom door. He was playing a dangerous game. You were, too, and you both knew it. âIâm dating your mother. You need to stop this, sweetheart.â
âStop what?â You tilted your head, acting confused. âI just had a shower.â
Chan scoffed, shaking his head. âI fucking heard you in there.â
Oh. You couldnât hide your smirk that time. âYeah, I missed that shower head. Why were you perving on me, Chan?â
Chan rubbed his temples. He wasnât wearing a beanie today, only a hoodie and baggy joggers. You liked it. You could see his hair like this, dark and curly and frizzy on his head. He looked cute. Wait, what?
He took a deep breath. His eyes moved to fixate on you, tongue running over his teeth. âWhy would I be perving on you?â
âOh, donât lie,â You crossed your arms over your chest. Chanâs eyes moved down to stare at where your tits bulged over the towel. âI bet you stood there for ages, cock hard in your cute joggers, listening to me moan in the shower. Thatâs a little fucked up, no? Thinking about your girlfriendâs daughter like that-â
You were cut off by him pushing you to the wall, lips slamming into yours. He bit into your mouth instantly, letting out a deep groan and hands moving to grab your ass through the towel. You let your lips part in a whimper, pushing your tongue into his mouth and running your hands through his hair. It was a filthy exchange of tongue and teeth, and by the end of it, you were gasping, grabbing him by the waist and trying to pull him closer. You pulled away, breathing heavily and your eyes still locked on each other. You both stood there, not speaking, as you both processed what you had just done. You both knew it was wrong, but you wanted it so bad.
Chan stepped back, breathing out a heavy sigh. âGoodnight, sweetheart.â
You watched in shock as he turned around, walking into your motherâs bedroom and leaving you there. You were wet again. This was getting ridiculous now.Â
In your room, Felix screamed so loud you had to turn the volume down on your phone. Changbin choked on air again.Â
TUESDAY
You hadnât seen Chan all day. You presumed he was in his studio, working away on another track while your mother was in work. You were bored. Felix had been spending time with his family, and Changbin was out doing rich kid things that you could sympathise with. Thrashing around on your bed, annoyed and huffing, you decided you were just going to go and annoy Chan. It was your newly favourite pastime to get under his skin.
Stalking down the stairs to his studio, you paused when you heard a voice. Not just one voice, two voices. Was your mother there? No, no way. She never goes into that room, itâs his work room. Youâd been in there though. You tried to suppress a grin at that realisation.Â
The other voice was a manâs. Chan had a call on speakerphone, judging by the tinny effect covering the unknown maleâs voice and Chan humming every so often. Who was the other man? A colleague, or just a friend?
âItâs fucking ridiculous, mate,â Chan groaned. You could barely hear him, and you held your breath, coming closer to the closed door. âI want her so bad, and itâs so wrong. I- I kissed her last night, Minho.â
There were a few yells from the other end of the phone. âYou kissed her?! Chan, you fucking animal. You want her so bad, just fuck her. Sheâs clearly hoping thatâs the outcome here.â
You grinned. You were.
âSheâs- itâs outrageous. She walks around in practically nothing, and sheâs got such a tight fucking body, man. She makes my dick so fucking hard, Iâve never felt anything like it before. Even when I met her, in the kitchen, she was-â
Chan cut himself off with a sigh. âMinhoâ hummed, waiting for him to continue.
âSheâs so bratty. Sheâs exactly the type of girl I wouldâve gone for, before I met her mother.â
âSeriously?â Minho questioned, and Chan agreed. âYou have to do it.â
âMinho-â
âNo, Chan. Iâm serious,â Minhoâs voice was firm. âIf sheâs fucking you up this bad, you canât have liked her mother that much, yeah? Just do it. You know itâs going to happen anyway.â
âItâs-â Chan began. You could imagine him rubbing his temples in distress behind the door. âSheâs younger than me. I donât want her to feel as though Iâm taking advantage, yâknow? The ballâs in her court.â
The ball has always been in your court.
âIt sounds like she wants you to take advantage, to be honest,â Minho erupted in a fit of giggles, and you found yourself almost laughing along. Minho was annoyingly right. You only hoped he could get rid of that stick up Chanâs ass and get you a good dicking down.
It meant it was time for the next phase of your plan. You assumed Chan had wanted you, embarrassingly so, but you werenât quite sure until heâd kissed you the day before. After hearing this conversation? Well, you had to do it.
You returned to your room, scribbling a quick note on a piece of paper. If Chan found this, which he would, it meant that heâd come to your room tomorrow night and you could maybe talk about what the fuck was going on. The sexual tension was too much for you, and now you knew he felt the same. Why were you beating around the bush? You had to make something out of this.
You ignored the stuttering of breath you heard when you slid the note under his door, and returned back to your room with a cocky grin.
WEDNESDAY
Chan hadnât mentioned the note. You didnât think he would, but you felt disappointed nonetheless. Youâd woken up in the morning, eaten breakfast with him and your mother - cringing when he kissed her on the cheek when she left for work - and youâd even done the dishes yourself, letting him slip off to do some work in the studio. It was prime time for him to mention what youâd written, and he hadnât. It was pissing you off.
Still, good things come to those who wait. You were confident. Felix had been egging you on all day over text, Changbin had been sending random upset emojis. It was perfect.Â
Settling on your sheets at night, you felt a little pathetic. Youâd lit a few candles, left the curtains just right on the window so that the moonlight billowed in, and Chan hadnât arrived. Maybe he hadnât received your note. No, there was no way - you practically heard his response through the door when he saw it slid under. He got the note. Perhaps youâd made him uncomfortable, made him withdraw from you despite all the progress youâd made. Why had you put in so much effort? You didnât like him, not like that. Or did you? You felt ridiculous, almost like a child waiting for-
A knock on the door brought you out of your self-loathing thoughts, and you jumped up, swinging the bedroom door open. Chan immediately crowded inside of your bedroom, pressing the door shut softly. You stood there in silence, taking him in. He looked cosy, in a baggy hoodie and plaid pyjama bottoms. It was hard to believe he was dating your mother, especially when he looked so vulnerable like this - dark, curly hair still slightly wet from his shower, and his eyes blown wide with an unreadable emotion while he looked at you.
Chan sighed. âYouâre really playing with fire. Do you know how this could look, me coming into your room at night? Do you know how wrong this is?â
You faltered. For the first time since meeting Chan, you felt as though he was angry at you. âI- I heard you on the phone, Channie. I thought you wanted me too.â
You watched in awe as Chan crossed your bedroom, groaning and throwing himself onto the bed. He was hard, erect in his bottoms. You blinked confusedly. He was hard just from being in here?
âI do want you,â Chan said, but it was muffled, hidden behind his hands that he had placed over his face in distress. He let them fall to his sides, staring up at the ceiling. âI want you so bad that itâs pissing me off beyond belief. I know what youâve been doing too, trying to seduce me. Itâs so pathetic it makes me feel hot, yâknow?â
You giggled, following his journey across the room and settling next to him on the bed. You sat cross legged, comfortable in your long pyjamas. The candlelight flickered, casting a glow over his face, and he turned to look at you. He licked his lips, and then he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
âThis is ridiculous-â
âItâs ridiculous that you havenât fucked me yet,â You responded, quick as a flash. Chan leaned up on his forearms, raising an eyebrow at you. Now was the time. You had to say it. âYou know how bad I want you. I touched you up on the sofa, and you let me. You wanted me to, I think. Correct me if Iâm wrong, and Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but-â
âYou didnât make me uncomfortable, and youâre not wrong,â Chan admitted. You could see the blush on his cheeks despite the dimly lit room. He took a deep breath before continuing. âI want you, too.âÂ
Chan shot across the bed, leaning in and kissing you deeply, his hands tangling in your hair. It made you wet beyond belief that he just felt like he knew what he was doing, hands travelling down to your waist to softly press you into the sheets. His tongue swept into your mouth, pressing against yours and you whimpered, making him groan into the kiss. When his hands went up to your hair, he intertwined his fingers in the strands and pulled, making you gasp and let out a heady, hot breath. He pulled away, lips parted when he stared at you.Â
âYou are such a horny little thing, itâs so hot,â He mumbled, lips pressing to your neck. He bit your skin sharply, making you keen and spread your legs, allowing him to position his hips between your thighs. The movement pressed his bulge into your core, and you tried not to shift and move your hips in a rhythm of pleasure. His fingers traced over your skin, and he chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made your heart race. He pulled back, leaning back on his legs and staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust. âI want to see you touch yourself.â
You paused. âWhat?â
âI want to know what you like. Show me how you make yourself cum, and Iâll fuck you tomorrow night. Howâs that sound?â He was propositioning you, teasing you, and you were falling for it - hook, line and sinker.Â
You gave him a nod. Right. Touching yourself for him - that was something you could do. This was just another Wednesday for you, you loved putting on a show, especially for a man who was rock hard and obviously desperate for you. But with Chan⌠why did you feel so fucking nervous all of a sudden? You'd spent your whole day waiting to fuck him, and heâd taken back the power, thrown a wrench into your plans.
You leaned back on your bed. How did you sit sexily? You were stuck in your own head.
Chan moved backwards, hand moving over his clothed erection. Heâd spread his legs, thick thighs parted for you to see the promising bulge between them. "Pretend I'm not even here, sweetheart," he said, eyes blown wide with lust. You almost rolled your eyes. Easier said than done, when he was sitting there with his dark curls and his thick, kissable lips and his impossibly huge bulge. âTouch yourself like youâve done before. Show me how you make yourself cum, and Iâll fuck you tomorrow, I promise.â
Fuck it. You'd never let an attractive man break you down yet, and that wasn't going to change. You nodded timidly, hands moving to grip your breasts through your shirt. It made you sigh, and Chan responded with a noise of his own when you impatiently rucked the fabric up to above your chest. Sucking two fingers into your mouth, you whined when you traced the wet digits around your pebbled peak teasingly.Â
âAh, âs- Iâm sensitive there, Channie,â You mumbled, and he nodded as if he was making a note for it for later. You trailed your fingertips across your nipples, pinching and twisting them almost painfully just to make your hips cant up into thin air. You were too impatient to do this how you normally would, so you scratched your fingernails down your tummy and shoved a hand in your pyjama bottoms. You were met with slick, wet folds, fingers sliding around in the mess you made.Â
âShow me,â Chan said, eyes trained on where your hand disappeared beneath the fabric. âShow me that pussy. Youâre meant to be showing me everything, remember?â
âShow me yours and Iâll show you mine,â You huffed, and Chan shook his head in disbelief, grinning. You were shocked to see he actually listened, though, pushing his joggers down to his thighs and letting his erection spring out. It was impossibly hard, pearlescent drops accumulating on his cockhead and you licked your lips subconsciously. âI wanna-â
âNo,â Chan cut you off, hand moving to wrap around his cock in a tight fist. He was long, thick and heavy between his thighs and you felt your pussy clench sadly around nothing. âShow me your pussy. Iâm not asking again, let me take a look at it.â
You whined, pushing your pyjama bottoms down to reveal your slick core. Your clit was swollen, throbbing with need just from a few kisses and Chanâs general presence, and you could feel a rivulet of wetness sliding down between your lips. Chan groaned in approval, hand quickening on his cock just slightly.
âSpread it, show me your hole,â Chan said, and you moved your thighs further apart for him. Reaching down with two fingers, you moved them into a v-shape and spread your folds for him. Your hole quivered under the inspection, leaking more wetness and Chanâs eyes were hyper fixated on it. âOh, baby. That looks tight. Has no one ever fucked that little pussy right, huh? Tell me.â
âN-No,â You shook your head, thighs quivering when you finally let two fingers rub over your clit. You started with a blistering pace immediately, making your toes curl into the sheets and your back arch upwards. âNo, I- itâs only boys from college, I donât-â
âAh, I see. You need someone older, yeah? More experienced?â Chan questioned, his breath coming out heavy with every tightly fisted movement on his cock. You whined, nodding, and then you were breaching your hole with two fingers immediately. The stretch made you groan, head falling back against the pillow. âIs that why you tried to seduce me, yeah? Wanted to have my cock stretching you out just right, wanted to call me daddy while I made you cry?â
God, heâd got it. He was right on the mark. âYes, y-yes, I- I wanted to, oh, I wanted to call you daddy, and- and feel you inside me, and oh, Channie, please-â You cut yourself off with a moan, perhaps too loud as you curled your fingertips up against your g-spot. Chan threw his head back, letting out a grunt as he pinched his cockhead almost painfully.Â
âSay it then, baby. Whatâs stopping you?â He polished the head of his cock, moaning before he took it into his tight grip again. His precum served as lubrication, his hand now making wet slick sounds on his thick length. You gasped when he moved his free hand to his balls, rubbing calloused fingertips over them and letting out his own gasp. âBeg me for my cock. I know you want it, look at you. Fuckinâ desperate, yeah? Beg daddy for his big cock.â
âOh, daddy,â You whined, moving your free hand to rub over your clit. Everything was so wet, sliding around your pussy and you were honestly surprised you could feel anything - but it felt so fucking good, having him watch you like this, learning what you liked so he could replicate it. âFuckinâ- daddy, daddy, please, can I have it? Been good, doinâ what you asked, I- hnnng, daddy, oh my god-â
âNo,â He smiled, a cocky grin while he rubbed one hand over his cock and the other over his heavy balls. âNo, baby. Not tonight. Make yourself cum tonight, and daddy will help you tomorrow.â
âI- need more, need more, I-'' Chan surged over the bed, leaning over your figure to press his lips against yours. His tongue dominated your mouth again, and you could feel his closed fist hitting your stomach as he worked himself to his orgasm. The sensation had you whining against his plush lips, fingers thrusting quicker into your pussy and your other hand sliding around your clit messily. When he pulled away, lips digging into your bottom lip teasingly, his lips were quick to move to your neck to suck some dark purple marks into the skin. You felt yourself trembling, your body tense as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your fingers stroked your walls faster, pussy fluttering around your digits in delight, and your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt your body tense and tremble with pleasure. âIâm gâna- gâna cum, gonna cum, please, can I? Can I, daddy? Can I cum for you, please?â
âYeah, baby,â He huffed, eyes rolling back into his head. He was practically drooling onto your skin, lips parted against your neck as you whined and thrashed on your bedsheets. âCum for me. Been good for daddy, havenât you? You can cum, baby, câmon. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.â
You fell apart around your own fingers, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. Your thighs tensed with your orgasm, your pussy clenching down impossibly tighter around your hand and flooding down to your knuckles with your cum. You begged and pleaded, your voice a barely audible babble as your body shook with the sensation.Â
Finally, when youâd just felt like you were coming down, Chan pulled your wrist away from your pussy. The movement left you empty, your walls still clenching down except now it was around nothing, and you whined, bottom lip quivering in need.Â
âHands off,â He sighed, hand slowing down on his cock. He was trying to last longer for something - you werenât sure what, but you let your other hand drop from your clit obediently. âDaddyâs gonna cum on this wet little hole, baby, okay? You gonna let me cum here, mark you as mine?â
âYes,â You moaned, nodding. You couldnât think of anything better, actually. ââM yours, Iâm yours, daddy, gimme.â
âDirty thing, perfect little girl,â He grunted, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your hole. With a few more movements, increasing in speed, you watched as his face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked, and with a final thrust, he came. You felt his cum drip down your hole as he groaned through his orgasm, thick white cum plastering your pussy. It was definitely the sexiest thing youâd experienced, but you still felt a little disappointed - why couldnât he have just done it inside you?
âWanâit,â You whined, pulling your legs back. Chan chuckled upon seeing the pout on your lips. âWhy couldnât you- in me, wanted it in me, daddy.âÂ
âGreedy bitch,â He mused, and then he was delving down to your core. Your mind went blank when his tongue licked fat stripes up your folds, collecting all of his cum and your wetness in his mouth. You briefly thought you could cum from this, very quickly judging by the way he knew what he was doing, but he simply leaned over you and grabbed your jaw.Â
Oh. You let your lips part, tongue lolling out of your mouth obediently, and he spat the mixture of your cum into your mouth. You felt him lick into your mouth again, groaning at the taste of your pussy and his load. He smiled against your lips and pulled away, your eyes wide as you tried to process what had just happened.Â
Chanâs lips curved in satisfaction at your state, your chest still heaving with a blotchy rash that bore the truth of what youâd been up to. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, and then he was standing up and leaving the room, bottoms barely pulled over his hips. You laid there, feeling an intense mix of pleasure and confusion.
What the fuck just happened?
THURSDAY
You hadnât even processed what had happened last night. In all honesty, youâd run out of the house in the morning under the premise of a coffee date with friends you didnât even have. You just sat in the cafe on call with Changbin and Felix and screamed way too loudly for a public area. The whole cafe knew of your predicament by the end of it.
Upon your return home, youâd beelined to your room and kicked the door shut as quietly as you could. Unfortunately, your foot slipped on the floor and youâd ended up face down with a groan.
Turning over onto your back, you huffed at the offending item that had caused your decline to the ground. A piece of paper met your eyes, neatly folded and written on with what looked like black Sharpie when youâd finally unravelled it.
Three words. Three words that changed your life and let you know that what occurred the night before had really happened. No, not âI love youâ - it was simple, a scrawled âyour room, tonightâ. It did happen. You touched yourself in front of Chan, and he was planning on coming back to your room to continue what youâd discussed.
You wanted to squeal and kick your feet, but beneath it all, you felt panicked. This plan had gone too far, and youâd perhaps started to think about spending time with your motherâs boyfriend - actual time, not just sexually charged meetings. It hurt a little bit, a pang in your chest when you remembered that what was happening really was just sexual. Your little arrangement being anything else just wasnât fathomable.
Chan was interesting. He was a fucking music producer, for godâs sake. That was just straight up cool. That, and he was older than you - you did have raging daddy issues like your friends had said, after all. His friend had sounded funny on the phone, which meant he had to be funny, too.Â
All things serious, you didnât really know much about him, but you wanted to know. Felix had encouraged you to find out, and you felt like you owed it to him - or yourself, you werenât sure.Â
The knock on your door once the evening fell brought you out of your reverie. Chan didnât wait for a response, swinging your bedroom door open and walking straight in as if he owned the house. You huffed at his demeanour, yet your eyes were still fixated on the way he walked over to your bed with intent. You threw your phone to the side. Felix would have to wait for your half-typed text message.Â
âBack again so soon?â You quipped, and he raised an eyebrow. He was only in grey joggers, the thin material highlighting his thick dick imprint between his legs. The fabric hung low, showing off the body that you knew he worked so hard for. His chest was honey toned, yet covered in light, sparse freckles - you wanted to make yourself acquainted with every single one. You felt a little overdressed in just an oversized t-shirt and shorts.
Seeing the frustrated expression on your face, Chanâs own face fell. âDo you not want me here?â He said, voice no more than a whisper. âI can go, if you donât want to see me tonight. I just thought-â
âI do,â You nodded, finally raising yourself from your position lying down to sitting up cross legged. Chan laid on the bed in front of you, one arm propping his head up. He gazed at you for a few moments, and you could see the relief in his eyes at your words. âI do want to see you tonight. I want to see you like⌠a lot. Donât you think itâs weird though? Iâm your girlfriendâs daughter, Chan, and weâve kissed and- and done other stuff, and-â
He scooted over so that he was next to you, and you leaned into him subconsciously. He pulled you in with his arm around your shoulders, broad and muscled. You felt content, comfortable and most of all safe. It was a feeling youâd never felt before.
âI donât think itâs weird,â Chan hummed, his chest vibrating beneath where youâd landed when he pulled you in. He chuckled, then, his hand moving to your hair comfortingly. âOkay, maybe it is a little weird. Iâm just very interested in you. I know you heard me on the phone to Minho, and yes, you are my type - I want to know more about you. Like, even beneath the sexually charged tension, heh.â
Oh. You licked your lips, eyes fixated on a random spot in your wall. âYou do?â
He nodded. âI do.â
You couldnât help yourself. You raised your head, surging over Chanâs body to press a kiss to his lips. His hair was soft when you ran your hands through it, despite random curls getting caught in your nails and causing him to groan at the pain flooding through his scalp. His hands went to your waist, licking into your mouth while he effortlessly pulled you on top of him. The show of strength had you whimpering into the kiss, hands moving down to his jaw. It clenched and unclenched while he had full control over your mouth despite you being on top.Â
You pulled away with a wet sigh, moving downwards to kiss at his neck. He groaned underneath his breath at the sensation of your lips on his skin. Your bed squeaked awkwardly as you moved down it, too quick for the old springs to handle. It felt naughty, kissing him like this in your childhood room - it felt even dirtier than the night before had, and you hadnât done anything yet.
âI need you, Chan,â You whispered, nipping at his collarbone. âNeed you. Please.âÂ
He gasped as he felt your tongue trace the outline of his collarbone. He flung one bicep over his dark eyes with a deep sigh, allowing you to kiss and bite all over his skin. He looked like he was trying to control himself. You didnât want him to.
Your hips started to grind against him, and you placed your palms flat on his chest. Both of Chanâs hands moved back to your hips with a surprised noise, but he didnât stop you. His dick was hardening in his joggers, and it was providing the best clothed friction to your aching, needy clit below your pyjama shorts. You saw how big it was before, yet the length of it still shocked you when you slid your clothed core up and down the shaft.
âDaddy,â You whined, hips starting to buck frantically. You were sure that you had never felt this needy in your life. âDaddy, daddy, I want you so bad. You turn me on so bad, make me feel so hot, please-â
âBaby,â Chan groaned, his head falling back against your pillows. The soft pink bed sheets juxtaposed completely with what you were doing, and juxtaposed completely with him - Chan, the muscled man with dark hair who wore black and grey clothes constantly. It was as if he was corrupting you, and he was in a sense, being so much older. âBaby, câmere, come and lay on the bed. Let daddy eat you out, yeah?â
âNo,â You shook your head, hips still moving on his erection. Chanâs chest had started to accumulate a thin layer of dewy sweat, slick on his skin and making you want to lick it off. âI want your cock. I donât wanna wait, I donât wanna wait, please, just put it in, Iâm wet enough, I promise.â
He knew you were babbling, incoherent in your haze of lust, but he still entertained you enough anyway. You spread your legs wider when his hand met your thigh, and then he was pushing two fingers beneath your shorts. He was met with your slick folds, and you gasped at feeling the touch of his fingertips, calloused from years of working with music.
âOh, fucking hell. Dirty girl, dirty fuckinâ girl,â Chan moaned, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. âThis pussyâs so fuckinâ wet, baby. All we did was kiss. Are you that much of a slut for me? Are you that much of a slut for your motherâs boyfriend? Thatâs filthy.â
âYes!â You wailed, nodding. You reached down, canting your hips backwards a little bit so you could spread your thighs wider before hooking your fingers in your shorts and pulling them to the side. The movement revealed your pussy, clit swollen at the top of soaking wet folds, covering your drippy hole. âI wanâit so bad, so bad, so bad, please, please. Just push it in, make it hurt, I donât care-â
Chan shoved the fingers of his spare hand between your parted lips, effectively shutting you up. âShut up. Youâve got to prove to me you deserve it, baby.â
With those words, he was pushing a finger past your entrance. It breached your hole easily, the digit sliding through your wetness and curving up past your g-spot. Chan shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and shock, and then he was pulling his finger out. With a quick movement, heâd yanked his joggers down and let his cock spring out. The coarse hair was trimmed above his long, thick shaft and you couldnât help but imagine the type of friction that would give your clit - you couldnât wait.
âYou were right. That slutty pussy is wet enough,â He mused, pulling your hips over his bare cock. Your pyjama shorts were slightly in the way, and you pulled them aside even more, letting your folds leave wetness over his shaft. âLower yourself on it. Stretch yourself out. Slowly.â
You did as he asked, lowering your body onto his length. You felt the stretch immediately. You moaned, loud and ringing off of your walls. You didnât give a shit if your mother heard. Fuck, you needed this. You wanted to bounce all over his cock until there was nothing left and your hole could do nothing but remember the tight fit. Trying to sit down quicker, Chan grabbed your hips, stopping you while only half his length was in you.
âYou're gonna hurt yourself like that, sweetheart. That hole is so tight around me.â
âPlease, daddy,â Your head fell into the nape of his neck. You wriggled yourself in his tight hold, trying to get more of his length in your pussy. He shook his head against you, chuckling.
âYou want it? Fine, but don't fucking cry to me when it hurts,â Chan said, letting go of your ass. You realised he'd been holding you up, and within a millisecond you'd slammed down onto him. You wanted to scream, the stretch more than you could take. He laughed again, raising his eyebrows at you mockingly. âToo big?â
"N-No, perfect," You retorted. He moaned, spreading his legs and placing his feet flat on the mattress. More. More. Fucking more. You began to raise on him, expecting to ride that perfect cock, but he started to thrust up into you at an unrelenting place straight away, his balls slapping against your ass. You moaned incoherently, almost babbling, hands digging into his toned biceps. He leaned up to nip at your neck, and then he was pulling your t-shirt off of your body.
âNo fucking bra?â Chan laughed in disbelief. His mouth went straight to your nipples, biting and sucking on the hard peaks. You jostled on his lap with his thrusts. You wanted to rub your clit, but you felt like he probably wouldn't let you. âKnew you were fucking filthy, sweetheart. You didn't even care about me going raw, did you? You want my load in that dirty hole. And now I find out these pretty tits were only one layer away from meâŚâ
His voice trailed off. You whined, leaning down to try and kiss him again. He shoved his two fingers back in your mouth, making you suck on them. His bruising sucks caused your nipples to hurt, and you fucking loved it. You knew he was marking you up and you'd just have to deal with it.
You tried to start riding him. He didn't let you, manhandling you off of his cock.
âDaddy!â You whined in protest. Chan chuckled. He lifted you and manhandled you so your back was facing him on your bed, and you immediately repositioned yourself so you were face down, ass up. He reentered you in one swift thrust, causing you to jolt in surprise.
âFucking tight pussy,â He groaned, thrusting into you with the same vigor as before. You almost screamed, but managed to just moan incoherently. The mattress creaked, the sound of old springs ringing around the room. âFucking dirty hole. Listen to that, sweetheart. Can you hear how wet your cunt is for daddy's cock? For your motherâs boyfriendâs cock?â
You tried to stop whining and moaning to hear what he was pointing out to you, hearing wet slaps. Your cheeks burned with humiliation, fingernails digging into the mattress. You knew you were dripping for a fact now. You could hear it, you could hear everything, his balls slapping against your clit as well as the wet noise of his heavy cock reentering you.Â
You threw your ass back against him, trying to get the tip to hit that special spot inside of you.Â
âI think that asshole needs me too, sweetheart,â Chan laughed mirthlessly, his hands resting firmly on your ass, encouraging your bouncing. You moaned in response, clenching your pussy tight. He was going to ruin you for everyone. You'd have to just keep coming back for more. âYou want daddy's finger in there? You want me to finger your asshole?â
Oh, yes. âPlease, daddy, need to be full,â You said, wiggling your hips against him. You vaguely registered him reaching around you and making you suck on the fingers that had previously been in your mouth. He was going to fill both of your holes, and he moaned loudly at the sight of you sucking his fingers. There was no way that the whole house hadnât heard you both by now. You hoped they were sleeping.
You sighed in ecstasy, feeling the fingers begin to move inside your ass. His thrusting was now hitting your g-spot in your pussy, given the added pressure from being full in both holes. You felt the orgasm finally begin to build. You liked the way he wasn't rushing you to cum, not like those younger college boys. He was taking care of you and just having good fucking sex. âFeels so fucking good, daddy. Feels so good.â
You were now semi-incoherent, your words all joining together in one long moan. Chan loved it, judging by his moans. His cock was pulsing inside you. You wondered if he was close. You wanted him to fill you up to the point where it was dripping out of you.Â
He pulled out of you again, grabbing your leg with one strong hand and flipping you onto your back. You were out of breath from the exertion, despite him doing all the work, and he looked fully composed save for the thin sheen of sweat on his body.
âFeels good, baby?â He asked, looming above you. You squirmed feeling your sweaty back rubbing against the blanket uncomfortably, but you nodded anyway. You wanted to please him. He looked down at your writhing body, letting out another groan. âSo fucking sexy. You donât know how much you fucking killed me, teasing me like that. Touch that pussy for me again, show me.â
He started pumping his shaft quickly, still staring down at you. You reached down with one hand and immediately pressed two fingers against your entrance, collecting the slick gathering outside before diving straight in. You curled your fingers against that spot inside of you, whining out. It wasn't enough. Not after having that fat cock in you. He definitely had ruined you for everyone else, including yourself. Nothing was ever going to feel the same again.Â
âMmm. Looks so wet, sweetheart. Daddy wants a taste, is that okay?â Chan questioned, moving back onto his knees. You pulled your fingers out and tried not to cry at the loss.
âPlease, daddy. Wanna cum in your mouth,â You slurred out, pushing his head towards you. He moaned into your pussy, taking his fat tongue and licking one wet stripe up your slit. He pulled your pussy back, exposing that throbbing clit to him, and placed one lick directly onto your button. "Fuck, daddy, feels so good! Suck it, please, suck it. I - please - need to cum so bad!"
âNeed to cum, huh, sweetheart? I'll make your little pussy throb for me and then I'm putting my cock right back in that tight hole, where it belongs,â He spoke. He thrust two fingers into your slit, much thicker and longer than yours. You spread your legs, holding them up against your chest. You literally almost purred when he started moving his fingers, curling them up into that spot and sucking on your clit whilst he did so. It wasn't going to take long. The man was clearly amazing at every part of sex.Â
You focused on the feeling of his wet tongue rubbing up against your clit and writhed, feeling closer and closer to the edge. He knew what he was fucking doing. Your thighs started to shake, taking everything in you not to just let them go from your hold and clutch around Chanâs head. You wanted him to permanently live between your thighs. Your eyes clenched shut, a deep sigh leaving you.Â
âFuck, I'm gâna cum,â You mumbled out, chest heaving and flushed a shade of crimson. Chan pulled away, causing you to whine. You pouted, reaching up to grab his shoulders. "No, no! You said I could. You said you would help me.â
âWhat I said was that I'd make it throb for you and then I'm sliding back right in here, sweetheart. Be good for daddy, you'll get to cum,â He positioned his length at your core again, sliding right back into home. You both moaned, and he was fucking you in a mating press this time, almost as if you were a couple in love. You wished you were, and realised this was definitely your favourite position so far. The man fucked like an animal and now he was fucking you like he was going to breed you, and you loved it. He reached down with one hand to rub your clit rapidly, trying to bring you to the edge. âThis is my fucking pussy. My favourite fucking pussy, my only girl, the only pussy for me, okay?â
âFuck!â You cried of overstimulation, hands still wrapped around your legs. âGâna... getting close again, gonna-â
âCum then, sweetheart, flood my cock. Make a mess for me, come on, do it," Chris encouraged, breathing heavily next to your ear. His eyes were focused on where he was entering you over and over again, taking note of the white ring of slick that had formed around the base of his cock, soaking the hair that rested there. You scrunched your eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed with bliss. âThat's it. That's my good girl.â
White hot ecstasy overtook your body. You wanted to squirm, but with the pressure of the muscular man on top of your body, you had nowhere to go. You focused on the feeling of his slick chest rubbing against your sensitive nipples, whining and moaning as the orgasm coursed through your body and made it feel like you were being electrocuted.Â
âFucking clenching on my cock, shit,â Chan groaned, his hand falling away from your clit once your breathing had began to calm slightly. His hands went down to grab your hips, and before you knew it, he was lifting your hips up and fucking you senseless, treating you like a toy. âW-Wanted to be soft with you for our first time, sweetheart. I'm not normally like this, not at all, but this fucking pussy is driving me insane, fuck... I need to fill you up. Will you let daddy fill that pussy with my cum, sweetheart? Let me breed you, make you mine?â
You nodded quickly, unable to speak at this point. Your hole felt raw, sensitive and fucked open, but you needed his cum in you. You thought you might die if you didn't get it soon. His tip jabbed into your g spot incessantly, almost causing you to cum again, but you subconsciously knew you couldn't take another orgasm at the same level as the previous one. You might die.Â
âFucking- gâna breed you, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine. G-Gonna give you a baby, gâna fill you up, fuck!â
With an animalistic growl, Chanâs head dropped to your neck, biting into the skin there and definitely leaving a mark. You felt his hips still and cum flooded out of the tip of his length, flooding your hole with a new sense of wetness. You sighed with content and laid there until Chanâs breathing calmed, his body weight fully on top of you and yet not uncomfortable.Â
âI have to be honest about something,â Chan sighed. You looked up at him from your position on his chest, and he looked down at you with an apprehensive look. He looked a lot shyer than he did moments before, when he was fucking you senseless and calling you a slut - he was blushing now, embarrassed. You were sure thatâs what you liked about him. âYouâre- itâs like you were made for me. I donât know what the fuck to do, heh. Iâm falling for you, I think.â
You blinked, leaning up to rest inches away from his face. Got him. Youâd got him. âWell, thatâs okay, Chan. Youâre closer to my age anyway, right?â
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đđđ BAM!
close up shot :3c
and a lil progression comparison
#wild life smp#bamboozlers#jimmy solidarity#goodtimeswithscar#ldshadowlady#life series smp#trafficblr#OKAY. I KNOW THE SNAILS LOOK HORRIBLE.#but this was so silly and so so fun and i went a bit overboard just scribbling on this piece#so this is more of a drawing for me than for anyone else if anything dfjkdfj#eydidraws#my art#gtwscar#mcyt
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It's truly wild to me how many people out there don't understand that the Star Wars prequels are a tragedy or how tragedies work.
Posts like "these are the Jedi failed movies" truly just make me shake my head. They're actually the "fascism wears a smile until it strikes you down and then it's too late" movies. They're the "the senate became corrupt and clapped in the face of genocide" movies. They're the "make people scared enough of war until they accept authoritarianism" movies. They're the "fear and possessiveness will tear you up on the inside" movies. The Jedi were the heroes of lore, people loved and looked up to them, looked to them for safety, and then too much got put on their shoulders on purpose by Palpatine, and also by a senate that didn't want to act (not you Padme and Bail and Mon, you're perfect). They were drafted and used and scapegoated, which is, you know, a tenet of the vast majority of authoritarian governments (Hitler and Stalin, for instance, might be on different ends of the political spectrum, but they sure both did scapegoat specific groups and commit mass murder, just differently).
When some people say "these movies are about the fall of the Jedi" what they mean is "the Jedi failed" but that's not what "the fall of the Jedi means." It means they were wiped the fuck OUT. Like, Jesus, in Rogue One Tarkin is talking about burning out the final MEMORY of the Jedi by blowing up the holy city in Jedha. Palpatine had to get rid of the Jedi because to get rid of the Jedi was to get rid of the final people standing in his way after he had already worn them out. His intention was not only to kill them, but to alter the galaxy's entire perception of them. To rip away hope. People are always looking for the Jedi to be Bad or nitpick their mistakes (because while other people are allowed to make mistakes, the Jedi never are). Palpatine made himself look like a benevolent grandpa who would keep everyone safe. And that, more than anything, is what gave him SO much power. He stole the narrative.
It's just like. Of course WE know what was going to happen! We know from watching the OT that the PT can only end in tragedy. But the characters don't know that! They don't have all the info! That's how a tragic story structure works. We see it coming and they can't.
Anyway. The Jedi are laser-sword wielding monks with psychic powers who just wanted to do what they could to help. The world would be better if more folks remembered that.
#Sorry the Acolyte discourse is wild#âThose Jedi went in there and slaughtered those witchesâ dude they did not#That's not what happened like in what fucken world#Like that's clearly NOT what the narrative itself is saying and yet#I knew this would happen when they made High Republic TV but#I hoped it wouldn't#The show has actually taken great care with the Jedi so far imo#Much like the THR books do#Pro Jedi#KCrabb rambles#Star Wars tag
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Vox won the hottest Hazbin Hotel character poll on twitter against Lucifer in the final round and I can't stop thinking about it I love my pathetic TV Girl he deserves it
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin vox#hazbin alastor#vox#my art#comic#autodesk sketchbook#digital art#I followed the whole thing earlier today and it was like running a fucking marathon istg#he stayed at 50/50 with Lucifer for so long and only went to 51 in the last 2 hours it was wild#my poor guy fought for his life out there#ALSO IT'S SO FUNNY HOW ALASTOR LOST AGAINST LUCI IN THE SECOND ROUND BUT VOX MANAGED TO BEAT LUCI???? WHAT???#I'm not complaining ofc I love Vox but if Vox managed to do it why not Alastor aghjsagjjsab#anyways I love my tv girl
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Them, your honor
Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest
#tloz#princess zelda#link#echoes of wisdom#echoes of wisdom spoilers#eow#art#my art#redesign#loz redesigns round 2#listen i dont know where based link came from i just thought it was funny how shocked everyone looked at the end of the game#i did originally have the flynn poster thing as a funny page option but everybody else has already done it now lol#you know she went to lueburry and link 2 minutes after the game and got herself another sweet cloak#i like to think stamps do indeed take off and its 98% zeldas fault#but yes zelda gets to be the protag of this game due to having an actual loving father#sorry wild zelda lol#but yes outfits are vaguely st-r wars inspired#idk if that comes through or not
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I had a dream not to long ago, and I can't remember a lot of what was in it, but I do remember having the Lorax's mustache and eyebrow(?) and it got stolen at some point and I could not figure out who took them
#the mustache and brow were wooden#i was in a classroom setting#i think#one was for me one was for my friend#they were taken after i was sumoned by the professor and the class low key trampled me a little#i went wild#started running around the building#went into this room at the end if a hall and imidiatly left bc no one i recognized was in there#on my way back down the hall there was a door with like a grate over the little door window so i couldnt see in#i think it said euther numbers lr âdispenseryâ at the top#it smelled like weed#and was a copy of the room at the end of the hall just#it smelled like weed for some reason#eventually i walked into a lunchroom like area and sat in the back angerly oberving everyone#someone i went to hs with named Logan sat next to me and tried talking to me#and after a while of sitting i woke up#oh#and at some point i was going through the trash#and also the lorax was part of a set the class had made (outside the start of the dream) and i stole them off the lorax#at one point my vision zoomed in comickly and saw the paper mache replacments i had haphazardly put in its place
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#dungeon meshi spoilers#mithrun#so wild he went into this fighting knowing he couldnt kill the demon. he just wanted to beat the shit out of him as revenge. what a guy#I know there was more to the mission itself than that but we all know this specific fight was fueled by fixation and rage#dungeon meshi#mithrun of the house of kerensil#the winged lion
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While is still winterđŚ, here are some of the pieces I did for the drarry zine @hdwickedwixen . I'm happy I could take part in such a fun project!đ
Probably i'll post later my other pieces :3
#drarry#drarry fanart#ufff I think i went wild with them#i don't know how i managed to draw all of that#and their clothes!!!#someday i'll try to draw more clothes like that#maybe#this was supossed to be for christmas but...#well#drarry art#draco malfoy#harrry potter#pato's art
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Wolfie and Four friendship appreciation doodles! They're shared secrets besties! I hope Four's distrust of the shadow crystal doesn't drive anything between them. Wild found his way into this compilation with a force. It seems I can't draw Wolfie and not include him too!
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu four#lu twilight#lu wolfie#lu wild#lu legend#lu hyrule#fairy hyrule#I drew most of these on my weekends at camp#hence the swearing probably lol can't swear in front of the campers#man I did not leave that mountain for the whole summer and I wouldn't have it any other way#I was there 6+ weeks straight#some of the other counselors who also stayed and I would occasionally make the hour drive into town#a bunch of us went to see the Barbie movie together and like 2/3 through the film the fire alarm went off and we were evacuated ajhsgfsdf#we all held hands to not be separated in case there was an actual emergency and some guy was like 'look at the preschoolers'#AND AAAAA I won't be separated from my counselor buddies!!!! RAAAHH this is what we would have gotten the kids to do#so I guess we're just too good at our jobs lol#that one LU post with the lads lined up with their bows? It's AWESOME#but I taught a bunch of kids archery this summer and none of the lads have the right posture lol#I'm walking up and down that line readjusting all of them ahsgdsdf#Imagine Wars going to Wind though like 'remember to pull back to your smile! :D '#and Wind just deadeye staring him down like you serious rn?#caught and removed a scorpion from the lake cabin biffy this summer - that was very exciting#calmed the campers down and put them to bed and then rolled up my sleeves and asked the program staff who was staying with us#for emotional support#her only experience with scorpions was from animal crossing so she was like 'get ready to run' and I'm- I think we'll be okay#anyways it's her perched on one of the toilets with a spray bottle of bleach and me with an empty tupperware from dinner#I caught it under the tupperware but IT MOVED THE TUPPERWARE#we drowned it in bleach and it like finally died but it took a while and then we flung it into the woods BYE BUGGY
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