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sthavoc · 2 months

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A Latina singer who does sings in English and Spanish who's actually very famous who has been dating Enzo for years but people are just now finding out and putting it together. People now realizing there's been so many sightings of them together or him at her shows.

🎤« 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x latina!singer!fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: enzo and you have been dating for the past 3 years. nobody knew you guys were a thing but after reaching his peek after the drop of Society of the Snow, fans begin to piece pieces together.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: only fluff I believe

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: I love this idea!! did this in headcanons. I hope you enjoy this anon and everyone<3 for the sake of the fic i’ll say she wrote some of the songs but all credit goes to its respective well talented owners.

☆ You and Enzo had met at a cafe. A classic frankly. The thing was that you had a concert in the city and Enzo was just visiting. The two of you hit it off well.

☆ You weren’t sure if to feel surprised or not at the fact that he didn’t know who you were at first. But later he told you he didn’t know much about famous people so that fairly made you understand. In some way, it also made you feel better at the fact that he wasn’t dating you because of your fame but because of the kind of person you were.

☆ If the man had the opportunity, he would go to your concerts. He would even take pictures of your fabulous outfits and of the whole arena filled with fans. It was as if you had your very own photographer.

☆ You would write him songs. There was no denying it, and he would know. One of his personal favorites was Lover. When you wrote it, both of you had just turned one year. To you, it felt like you had been dating that man for years instead of one. You were in love, and the fans knew it.

☆ Your favorite song for him was Disfruto. Not only because it was in Spanish but because that was your way of expressing that you would do anything for Enzo to feel safe with you. Never let him down since he is the one you want to grow old with and spend every important moment with.

☆ Later on, fans began to spot Enzo in your concerts. The thing was that in most of your shows, he wore hats, and due to the dimness of the light you wouldn’t be able to see much from his complexion, only his apparel. They would ask themselves. Who is that guy? However, overall they were happy for you.

☆ When the movie dropped, everyone was going insane with Enzo. That also entirely complicated how the two of you would have your relationship established now. Your fans knew you had been dating someone, and you somehow managed to keep the man a secret. But did you?

☆ When Enzo got his fans, and his media only grew bigger, a lot of pictures were revealed on the internet. Some of them would be from the movie, with the boys, from previous years, him as a teenager. There were specific ones of him with an Iron Maiden shirt. For some reason, the fans recognized the shirt.

“I swear I’ve seen that shirt on before him before.” They would say.

When they also went into one of his highlights out of curiosity and found a picture he had taken at one of your concerts. At first, they assumed he was a fan of you, but later when videos of the mysterious man at your concerts started to pop up again was when they began to question. Since some of the shirts Enzo would wear, he would have pictures with them. But fans still wouldn't be sure.

☆ Until there was a picture. You had posted a picture years ago of Enzo but you couldn’t see his face completely. Only a tad bit of his eye and nose. He laid on your legs as he napped, while your hand rested on his cheek. It almost covered most of his face, and he wore the Iron Maiden t-shirt. You had taken that picture down but of course, screenshots exist.

☆ Fans were jolted by the image and asked when that picture was taken. Everyone was saying that the picture was from 2 years prior, and that was when they started to connect everything thoroughly. That Enzo was the mysterious man in your concerts and the picture he had taken of the arena was just him being supportive. And that from that very picture was where they recognized the shirt from.

“YOU GUYS that was Enzo all along!”

“you’re telling me we’ve seen this man even before he reached his fame???”

☆ Enzo and you had gone public officially, after a month since the two of realized the fans already knew. You would go on dinner dates, breakfast, and brunch. And of course, if he had time in his schedule, he would still be there at your concerts. Videos of him would be on the internet the next day. With his camera resting on the strap around his neck and a huge smile carved on his lips with the glint of love in his eyes.

“Guys, look at Enzo being the best supportive boyfriend he is.”

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misc-obeyme · 11 months

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My friend gave me this paper crowns and I was like “man don’t I look good in a crown.”Knows wondering how the brothers react and dateables

Hey there!

Okay so I went with the idea that MC made the crowns for the characters and then gifted it to them. So this is their reactions!

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC gives paper crowns to the characters

Warnings: None!

Lucifer

What is this, MC? You made him a crown? If you give it to him randomly, he's not likely to wear it. Instead, he's going to put it somewhere on his desk where he can see it all the time. Makes some comments about the craftsmanship of it.

If you make one specially for a specific event, he will wear it for a little bit just to make you happy. Doesn't wear it for long, though. He isn't really prone to such frivolity and, honestly, he would rather see one on you.

Probably not too interested in the concept of a crown in general, either. He doesn't consider himself royalty - Lucifer doesn't need something like that to indicate his power and status. Everyone already knows.

He'll keep the crown you make for him. Fascinated by the method with which you created it. Might ask you questions about your technique.

Mammon

Thrilled. You're giving him something you made? Something for him to wear? Does that whole tsundere thing where he acts like he's only doing it to make you happy, but really he's just as happy about it. Wears it immediately and probably for the rest of the day, too.

Make one that matches for yourself and watch him struggle to keep up the act. He really thinks it's pretty cute. Of course ya wanna match with the Great Mammon, MC! No surprise there!

Be careful, though, because you probably put an idea into his head about crowns in general. Mammon wouldn't be likely to actually wear a real one or anything, but aren't crowns usually made of gold and diamonds? Visions of himself swimming in Grimm are flashing through his mind. Starts wondering if Diavolo has a crown somewhere.

Distract him quickly so he doesn't start actually looking for a crown to steal.

Leviathan

What? You made a crown for him? He's so happy about it, he can't think straight. Showers you with praise about how talented you are.

He'll wear it for a little while, mostly because he sees how happy it makes you, but eventually he preserves it in his room. Displays it prominently among his favorite anime figures.

Levi gets all kinds of cosplay ideas. He has so many ideas for you, MC! Won't you help him make some epic cosplay outfits? Together you end up making some crowns out of regular materials that actually look real.

He also prefers to see you in a crown than himself. Asks you to model all the different versions of cosplay crowns and takes a million pictures.

Satan

Surprisingly happy to wear the paper crown you made. Doesn't complain at all or say anything about it. Just accepts it and places it on his head, asking you how he looks.

Asks you questions about how you made it, where you got your materials, etc. He's really impressed, MC. You always surprise him with the things you come up with.

Prepare yourself. Because now he's going to tell you about all the crowns of history. Talks at length about the symbolism of crowns and royalty. It's actually pretty fascinating.

Satan wants you to make smaller ones for the stray cats that live in the garden. He knows they won't wear them for long, but at least he can get some really adorable pictures.

Asmodeus

MC, you're so sweet! He's so happy to wear the crown you made! It looks fabulous on him, too. Settles it into his hair, arranging it just right. Will actually change his outfit to match it if he needs to.

Asmo already has several actual crowns/tiaras that he uses as accessories. Now he wants to do your hair so he can put one of them on you. You'll look stunning and then both of you will have crowns!

Keeps the crown you made in his collection and actually wears it again sometimes.

Makes you a crown in return. Might make one out of paper like you did, but really he could make you one out of anything. Makes sure they match.

Beelzebub

Takes it very carefully and wears it all day. You made it and that alone is enough for him to cherish it.

He doesn't have very strong opinions on crowns in general, but he does like this one. He's another one who thinks it would look better on you than him. Might make you wear it just so he can take a picture of you.

It actually looks kind of tasty… but don't worry, MC, he won't eat it. Though now he's thinking about a crown made of food. What would that even look like? It'd probably be made of donuts. For some reason, that sounds right.

Only make Beel a crown made of food if you don't have any expectations for him to actually wear it.

Belphegor

Whatever you want, MC. He'll wear the crown you made if it makes you happy. He's actually pretty touched that you made it for him at all.

Acts like he doesn't care, but he's secretly into it. Sits up a little straighter rather than his usual sleepy slouch.

Did you know there are a couple of constellations in the human world that are crowns? Belphie learned about them a long time ago, when he used to go to the human world a lot. Will show you any such similar constellations in the Devildom sky.

Stars are a common decoration for crowns, too. If the crown you made has any on it, he'll know you did that on purpose just for him. Won't say anything, but it means a lot to him.

Diavolo

You're giving him a crown you made? He's delighted. Humans are so cute! How fascinating! Do a lot of humans wear crowns? Uses this as an excuse to ask you about human customs. He loves it. Thank you so much, MC!

He will wear it as long as he can. Can't really wear it to important meetings and such, but when he's working alone, he will. Keeps it on his desk forever after that.

He's the only one who might actually wear a crown in real life for a real reason. He's a prince, after all. But he doesn't really need to wear one and he knows it. He's Diavolo. Everyone in the Devildom recognizes him on sight.

Considering how much gold decorates his horns and wings in his demon form, he's basically got a built in crown anyway.

Barbatos

Accepts your gift graciously as always and surprises you by actually wearing it. He's going to comment on how you made it, too. He recognizes whatever technique you used.

Surprises you further by making you one himself. It turns out that Barbatos is really good at making flower crowns. Spends an afternoon in the castle gardens with you, crafting a stunning crown out of various Devildom flora. Teaches you how to do it, too.

Although he wears your paper crown the whole time, he's clearly smitten with the way you look wearing the flower crown he made. He can't keep his eyes off of you.

Saves the crown you made him, keeping it safe in his room. Turns out the flower crowns make pretty good wreaths, too, so you can use yours to decorate your own room. When the flowers inevitably fade, he'll make you a new one without you even needing to ask.

Simeon

Flustered by your gift. Hesitant to wear it at first, but he's easily convinced. Can't believe you went to such trouble for him. You really shouldn't have, MC.

Makes you crown shaped pancakes in return. They're delicious because of course they are.

Although he's a little embarrassed, he's also quite pleased with your gift. He keeps it in his room and puts it on from time to time to look at himself in the mirror. It reminds him of your kindness.

Will wear it when he's having writer's block issues with his novels. Something about it gives him that needed boost of confidence to get him back on track.

Solomon

Accepts the gift with a smile and wears it all day. If you made it with magic, he'll ask you how you did it. If you didn't, he'll show you how you could have done it.

There's a possibility that Solomon wore a crown all the time back in his past. He won't mention it and if you ask, he'll dodge the question. Was he once a king of an ancient land? Maybe. Maybe not. We'll probably never know.

In the present, though, he's more than happy to wear one that you made, MC.

Won't wear it out and about, but will save it. Preserves it in some kind of magical container and keeps it on display where he can see it while he's doing magical experiments.

Luke

Fascinated. Wants you to teach him how to make them, too. So happy to wear the one you made, even takes off his hat so he can wear your crown instead.

You know, MC. He thinks that a crown like this could look really neat as a cake accessory! Asks you to make another one, then bakes a cake just so he can use it as a topper.

Gets more crown related baking ideas. Makes crown shaped cookies. Learns about edible gold so he can make edible crowns with actual gold on them. You've got crown themed pastries for months now.

Keeps the first crown you made him and wears it sometimes because it makes him feel happy. Gives him a little boost in confidence if he's feeling nervous about something.

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badjokesbyjeff · 1 year

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A man has a week off from work and decides to play a round of golf every day.

On Monday morning, he tees off and soon catches up to the person in front of him. He notices that she's a rather attractive woman and suggests that they play the rest of the round together. She agrees, and a very close match ensues. She turns out also to be a very talented golfer and she wins their little competition on the last hole. He congratulates her in the parking lot then offers to give her a lift when he sees that she doesn't have a car.

On the way to her place, she thanks him for the morning's company and competition and says she hasn't enjoyed herself so much in a long time. "In fact," she says, "I'd like you to pull over so I can show you how much I appreciated your company." He pulls over, and she proceeds to give him the best oral sex he's ever had.

The next morning, he spots her on the first tee and suggests they play together again. He's actually quite competitive and still slightly irked that she beat him the day before. Again, they have a magnificent day, enjoying each other's company and playing a tight, competitive round of golf, and again she ends up beating him on the final hole. And once again, he drives her home and she shows her appreciation by giving him mind-blowing oral sex.

This goes on all week, with her beating him narrowly each day. This is a sore point for his ego but he nevertheless has a fabulous time. On the car ride home after their Friday afternoon round, he tells her that he has had such a fine week that he has a surprise in store: dinner for two at the finest restaurant in town followed by a stay in the luxury suite of the nearby hotel.

Surprisingly, she bursts into tears. "You see," she tearfully sobs, "I'm actually a man."

The man is aghast. He swerves violently off the road, pulls the car to a screeching halt, and curses, overcome with emotion. "I'm so sorry," she sobs repeatedly.

"You bastard," he screams, red in the face, "you've been playing from the women's tees all week!!"

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americasass81 · 1 month

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Promises To Keep . . .

Warnings:- Oral (female receiving), Edging, Use of Pet Names, Blindfold, Previous Bad Relationship, Implied Kidnapping, Overstimulation. 18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- This was written in response to the fabulous ask pictured below. Sent by our wonderfully talented @stargazingfangirl18 , thank you so much Siri for this inspirational thot as well as helping me prove that I am hopeless at writing drabbles. 1k words or less? Yeah right, maybe one day 🤣. For now I just hope anyone who reads this thoroughly enjoys the ensuing filth.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- A deal with an angel didn’t seem so bad until a devil was revealed.

Pairing:- dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count:- 3,215

Waking up to the eerie sensation of strangeness all around you, opening your eyes on an all consuming darkness you had never known before brought an overwhelming sense of panic when you reached up to remove the fabric you now acknowledged covering your eyes only to have those same hands brought back down to the bedsheets by another. Struggling now against this intruder's hold before opening your mouth to scream out for help you knew would never come, a warm mouth descending upon yours brought the stark reality of what lay before you into frightening clarity.

At least until the stranger spoke.

Pulling back from your mouth while now running his hands along your arms, he waited just a breath for you to stop moving as his words, and as a result his identity, finally hit you. Andy had found you. Oh sure, it's not as if you were actively running from him. Why should you? But if you were being honest after all you had been through dealing with another man had not exactly been something you were ready to dive back into ..... even if it was just dinner. After all, how many times did men in Andy Barber's profession or of his caliber for that matter write off their fees for a simple dinner. No, it was safe to say he was looking for something more and right now more was not something you were willing to entertain.

You wanted freedom. You wanted fun. You wanted to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted without having to plan, make apologies or excuses. But it seemed Andy took your promise seriously.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be able to track you down, gorgeous? You promised me a date. One dinner and a night of your glowing company for making sure your deadbeat ex was out of your life for good. Surely you haven't forgotten?" he now asked before rolling you over onto your side and slipping his body beside yours. Spooning you closer now as he continued talking about how all he wanted to do was to show you not all men were the assholes you were used to but this didn't really get him the reaction he was hoping for.

"Not all assholes? Have you lost your mind?" you asked as your voice finally worked now that you had stopped fighting him and Andy in turn seemed happy with the way things were going. "You break in here, blindfold me and hold me down against my will while my bed covers I assume lay scattered on the floor. You really think you're not being an asshole right now?" you continued, but stopped short when a laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrated against your back and settled in your own.

It seemed he thought you were being funny.

Kissing softly against your neck now as his hands continued to soothe you while the blindfold held fast and made everything feel more intense, you had no idea just what lay in store until Andy spoke again. It seemed he had really done his homework before taking your case to the point where he had somehow discovered the feelings you harbored towards him and the fantasies your overactive imagination had conjured up about him. You wanted him. Deeply. Badly. Intimately. Nights spent alone after a fight with your ex who had once again gambled away the week's rent or not fixed something he had promised you weeks ago he would and thoughts of Andy had quickly invaded your dreams and taken on a life you never imagined.

Moving next door after the tragic events that had altered his life beyond recognition, Andy had been only too happy to help out with any tasks that proved too much for you and often gave a willing ear when conversations inevitably made their way to the man sharing your life while treating you worse than the dog poo fouling Mrs. Delaney's front lawn. No, if Andy had his way your deadbeat boyfriend would soon be a distant memory and then he would find a way to become a permanent fixture in your life. Thankfully for him you would present the perfect opportunity without even realizing it.

Bemoaning once more to Andy what a lousy, no good piece of trash you had shacked up with as a busted faucet spewed water all over your bathroom floor, a trip by your kindly neighbor to the basement to turn off the water and not two weeks later to the day your useless boyfriend returned to not only bum some more cash while begging your forgiveness, but also to find himself on the receiving end of a police raid.

Arrested along with him as he swore blind, black and blue that the drugs, guns and ammunition had been planted by you as some perverted means of punishing him, your one phone call had resulted in you calling the only person you knew could get you out of this sorry mess. Something he was only too happy to do. Relaying then to all who would listen the litany of offenses your other half had committed while leaving you to scrimp and borrow just to keep your head above water, you soon walked free with the court's apologies only to discover the true price your freedom would cost.

A cost you thought very little of until that debt came due.

Lying beside Andy now as all these memories warred with the sensations his hands, lips and beard were presently creating, your thoughts lingered on how to talk him out of his plans until a sudden nip just below your ear produced a flood of moisture between your legs and a sound from your lips you never dreamed yourself capable of producing. Whatever he had done had felt oh so good.

Continuing to explore this newly discovered pleasure point now as his hands left your midsection and wormed their way up your night top, a quick squeeze of your tits and Andy knew he was finally getting through. "Hmm, you love that, don't you gorgeous?" he now asked as he pulled his lips back from your neck and focused once more on squishing your mounds like one would a stress ball before trapping each nipple between his fingers and twisting sharply.

Screaming out in both pain and ecstasy now as your legs clamped tight to hold back the fountain leaving your pussy, it seemed Andy knew more about the workings of the female body than you ever thought possible as his right hand moved down to cup your intimate area while his lips returned to rest against your ear. "It's weeping for me isn't it gorgeous?" Andy asked with a smirk before continuing, "Crying out to be fucked and filled. To feel my beard burn it up so good you'll remember me every time you try to close your legs."

Biting your bottom lip hard now so as to neither confirm or deny his outrageous accusation, him nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck to leave a taste of what he promised still couldn't distract you from the reality of what had gone before. Your ex had tried this once and it had been a complete disaster.

Coming home drunk one night very early on in your relationship, his prodding and pleading had seen you relent and the experience had not been a good one. Sharp coarse hair, a tongue that flopped around like wet, limp celery and the resulting infection that left your private garden needing lots of t.l.c. was definitely a sexual encounter you were not looking to repeat ever again.

And yet something was different here.

Flipping you onto your back now while at the same time ripping your top clean down the middle, the cool air of the room kissing your skin hit differently now that your eyes were still covered and your other senses compensated for their loss. Straining to hear and feel what Andy was doing now while still not one hundred percent sure you wanted what he offered, you instead tried once more to reach up and remove the blindfold only to cry out when Andy's mouth descended towards your left breast and bit hard.

Soothing it quickly then with his tongue before pulling back and warning you now not to try that again, you nodded obediently while also noting the striking difference in your two lovers straight away. Andy it seemed knew exactly how and what to do with his tongue. Which may work in your favor after all.

Relaxing a bit more now as the man above you began to pepper soft kisses, sharp nips and tickling brushes along your front, you were surprised by the shiver along your spine and the fluttering in your stomach at the next words that interrupted the rhythm of your ragged breaths. "I'm gonna mark you all over gorgeous and maybe then I'll see about giving you what you need."

Pouting at the threat now that offered no relief yet also still somewhat reluctant to accept what your body craved, Andy moving ever closer to the oasis calling out to him proved far more powerful however than any bacterial infection or embarrassment at your physician's office. Having him was worth anything and so you gave in. This time when he released you and settled himself between your now parted legs, your hands reached out to gently massage the ache he left around your chest, the blindfold thoroughly forgotten in your zeal to touch something substantial. Something that was yours.

Placing his lips against your calf then as he slowly and sensually worked his way back up towards your center, your ragged breathing was now replaced with whispered yeses that gave life to his ever hardening cock as your own body tried to focus on what exactly it was experiencing. Soft and thick, unlike the scouring pad your ex might as well have used, yet still short enough for you to almost feel the individual hair strands penetrate your tender flesh, you knew come morning your legs were going to resemble someone that had spent just that minute too much under the sun but at the same time no antibiotics or medicated cream were going to be called into action this time.

But somehow that outcome no longer mattered.

Letting your mind go blank and focusing simply on the here and now, you wondered if this was heaven. As Andy's lips and teeth left hickeys you knew would linger long after this night ended, the beard was something you secretly admitted to wanting to feel forever. Delighting now in the heat left behind wherever he rubbed his chin, combined with the wispy, soothing breaths he then assaulted the tender skin with, you soon found yourself an active participant in an activity you had now discovered a new appreciation for.

Grabbing hold of Andy's head now as he reached your center once more, you somehow convinced him through action alone to meet you halfway and soon your lips were meeting up once more in a kiss that conveyed a heat and passion you had never experienced with a lover before. Melding your lips together as your tongue first explored his mouth before allowing his to do the same, the moan that traveled between the two of you as your fingers scraped his scalp spurred you on to finally let go.

Falling back onto the bed again as your lungs now welcomed some much needed air, the blindfold still covering your eyes robbed you of seeing what Andy was doing, but the rustling of fabric and his naked chest touching yours moments later told you all you needed to know.

He was moving things along.

Kissing you once more before moving down your body once again, you were prepared to finally lose your shorts but lost your cool instead when Andy reached out and began the same sequence on your left leg that had worked so successfully on the right. And it frustrated you no end. "Andy, baby, please," you whined now as his bearded chin rubbed clockwise and anticlockwise circles along your calf and inner thigh while your core got wetter and wetter with no relief in sight. No, you needed him now.

Debating taking off the blindfold once more and allowing him to see the full force of your disapproval, you instead decided you liked the effect it created in this experience and chose a different tack instead .... you pulled hard on his locks and at least got his attention. "Fuck gorgeous take it easy. I kinda like my hair attached to the roots. Is there something specific you needed?" he now asked and you didn't need your eyesight to know the fucker currently sending your body towards orbit was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

Which only infuriated you all the more.

"I need you there Andy," you answered crossly with an accompanied finger pointing directly at your now long neglected flower. "I need to feel you burn me up. Drown my garden, spread your seed and make me question how I ever thought my dreams could compensate for the reality."

Chuckling once more now at how needy you had become without yet experiencing the full arsenal of his sexual repertoire, he thankfully decided to take pity on you it seemed when he removed his head from your hands before pulling down your shorts and exposing your core to him, the night air and all the plans he had for you.

Removing the rest of his clothes then if the sounds of a belt, falling shoes and rustling fabric were anything to go by, you took the opportunity to situate yourself in a more comfortable position before the main event actually kicked off. And what an event it turned out to be. Kissing gently either side of your flower now before giving into your whining and diving in, the sensations here were even more intense than what had come before. Rubbing his bearded chin back and forth along your mound before blowing softly on the heated flesh, Andy kept this rhythm going until you had enough and once more tried to exert some measure of control.

Grabbing hold of his head again and this time employing a strength you never knew you possessed, you shoved his face against your pussy and simply held it there. Waiting now for the man to get with the program and give your body what it ached for, you were instead treated to the full force of his professional resolve when, like you, he simply did nothing. Not a tongue, not a wisp, not a strand of his glorious beard offered any relief and it seemed a stalemate was the only possible outcome.

That is if you weren't already a desperate, sex starved mess.

Nudging his head once more and still getting no response, a tiny part of you wondered if perhaps you might have smothered him but the greater part told you he was simply playing the long game. Waiting for you to cave and beg him again to take you. But that you weren't about to do. Giving up silently instead, you now released Andy's head and honestly, a part of you was sorry for it. But at least he got the message.

Holding down your hips now the second you let go, Andy's tongue, teeth, lips and beard worked outside and inside your pussy with a skill that put all your toys to shame and as the tears flowed freely from your eyes and soaked the blindfold you knew you were fucked. Oh not in the sense you craved, no. This was more in the 'how is anyone or anything ever going to satisfy me again?' sense. The man was ripping you apart and it was divine.

Nipping at your clit every so often now as his tongue twisted inside your pussy as far as it could go, the vibrations from his laughter every time he heard you pleading should have been enough to break you and send you hurtling over that unseen cliff edge, but Andy was still in charge. Talking against your pussy now in a room filled with nothing but sex, breathing and a man you thought had never seen a meal throughout his life, you felt your ears were playing tricks on you when his muffled words finally broke through your orgasm starved haze.

The bastard couldn't be serious?

Eating you out now as if he were fully prepared to die right here between your legs, there was no way the smarmy git could have told you to hold it, to stave off the building orgasm your body was literally crying out to release. Letting go of the sheets again and reaching for his head once more, you took a deep breath knowing the loss you were about to feel and pulled him anyway before speaking in the direction you knew him to be. "Did you just .... seriously tell me .... to hold it?" you panted out now while the bastard laughed out in confirmation before actually dignifying you with a response.

"Absolutely gorgeous. You'll come when I tell you and or you come at all," he answered firmly before removing your hands from his head and returning back to the activity you had so rudely interrupted. Starting back up again while now adding his right hand fingers to the mix, your clit, pussy and asshole all now receiving an equal amount of attention and you didn't know how much longer you were meant for this world.

Could someone actually die from sex you wondered? From an orgasm so powerful it sets all your synapses firing at once in a chain reaction that resembled the big bang?

Setting this thought aside momentarily to focus instead on your breathing so your lungs at least didn't give out before you got your reward, you thankfully didn't have long to wait when Andy suddenly tapped your stomach to get your attention. It seemed he was finally ready. Easing off the break now before the bastard changed his mind and tortured you even further, you relaxed every muscle your body possessed and let the feelings previously trapped within your body wash over you. And that's when all hell broke loose.

Spasming outward from your core in one continuing burst, the tears continued to flow, your keening broke the silence and Andy's slurping competed with your voice as he drank down every bit of your delicious essence while still holding your body flat against the bed. He drank so deep in fact you wondered if your soul had actually left your body when the shockwaves finally subsided and your spent body rested back against the pillows as Andy traveled up the bed to join you where you lay.

Reaching up to remove the blindfold then and wipe away the stray tears the intensity of your release had just produced, Andy now kissed you deeply and placed your hand around his shaft before uttering the words that told you a very long night and many more orgasms were all that lay in store. "Buckle up gorgeous, there's a lot more real estate left to claim and I'm just getting started.”

#dark!Andy Barber x female reader #dark!andy barber #andy barber

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thedilfoccult · 2 months

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WHEN THE CAMERA CUTS // CILLIAN MURPHY X READER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x actress reader

Summary: A successful academy award actress is bound to be professional during intimate scenes, especially with someone equally as talented as Cillian Murphy. The recently divorced actor has yet to be touched by another woman since his separation and it just so happens that the role he picked up in the latest romantic comedy has a steamy shower scene that lets his desires towards the actress run wild. Physically reacting to her touch and nudity while the camera rolls can only lead to raw passion once the camera cuts.

Warnings: Age gap, smut, nothing too extreme a little vanilla tbh, butt stuff, mirror sex, vaping / alcohol drinking, dry humping, shower play, Oral, not too much personality from Y/N in this its focused on his pleasure

Notes: this is obviously pure fantasy he isn’t a divorced man but a girl can dream. This one is actually my bed time story I play in my head to help me sleep so might as well write it out. I’m obsessed with this man and his new GQ shoot, those pics are going straight to the wank bank. He’s actually quite nice in this one I made it maybe a little romantic instead of mean, creepy sex like my last two I’ve written so I’m sorry if it’s a little boring. I actually hate my job so much I just want money so bad I’m willing to endure everything to get it but I also feel like the people there don’t like me too much because I’m new. I very high key want to be an actress and aim to get to New York by the end of this year so please pray for me, I just want to make it in life :(. ENJOY! Purr x

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Of course Y/N had done intimate scenes before in her last few films, kissing attractive actors and rubbing up all against them was barely something she could complain about. This time around she was a little nervous, never actually exposing any nudity in front of cameras or the men she’d work with. Not to mention this time she’d be baring it all to the hottest man she’d ever seen, Cillian Murphy. Those piercing blue eyes stabbed right through her, sending chills and bumps across her skin every time he’d look into her. It had all been professional, even striking up a near friendship with the older actor. Sometimes, she almost felt embarrassed to be in his presence. Someone who was so talented, powerful and experienced had no right to be standing next to the trying to make it, short resume actress. Not to mention be kissing her and staring at her bare tits as they trickled in freezing cold shower water. The film was based on roommates who eventually fall in love and fuck but the fucking was the last scene to be filmed. So here she sat, preparing for the final scene to wrap up the movie.

“Are you nervous?” The makeup artist questioned as she dabbed the liquid foundation over the crown of her forehead down to the tips of her jaw.

“A little, I’ve never shown my body on screen before” Y/N eyes stared as the closeness of the artist was mare inches away, feeling her hot breath as she focused on covering the slight blemish perked on her cheek.

“I get that, but I mean with you know… Cillian and all” The makeup artist stood up and sighed as her fingers raised Y/N’s chin to get a better look at her final result.

“You could say that again. It’s threatening but I know it’s professional.” Y/N turned her head to check herself in the mirror.

“I hear you, you’re better than me though. I’d be squirming knowing I was about to twirl tongues with him” They both giggled. “Well… my work here is done. You look fabulous. Just remember, he’s probably seen a million pair of boobs in his life time, on and off screen. You’ve got this.” With a pat on the shoulder, the lady walked out the caravan and left Y/N alone with her reflection.

The last piece of advice didn’t help of course, for some reason Y/N wanted to be the most attractive girl he’d do an on scene with. She secretly hoped he’d be attracted to her bare body, her perked tits staring right at him. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him in a sexual way before, who could blame her? A gorgeous Irish man with a deep voice that played with her ears and cheekbones that bounced light off like glass. Pouring herself a shot of tequila for liquid courage, in one gulp the sting of the liquid shot down the back of her throat, wincing at the cheap taste.

With a final twirl in the mirror, the best she could give herself was a ‘you’ve got this’.

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“Action!” The director stood out of sight behind large, obnoxious cameras that hid the rest of the small crew allowed to be on set. Y/N faced the shower head and felt the freezing water seduce her skin. The cooling effect of the water made her nipples erect and obvious, begging to be stared at. In some ways she was grateful for the freezing cold, feeling the internal burn of arousal and embarrassment of what was about to be filmed and shared for the world to see.

The water continued to fall gracefully over her, coating her hair in a slick wet as her hands rubbed from her cheeks up to her forehead and down the the tips of her hair. Standing in nothing but a nude colour thong, all that was left to do was wait for his arrival onto the scene.

Seconds later, a large pair of hands snaked round her waist, resulting in the faked shocked reaction that formed on her face.

“Jesus Neil! How did you get in here?” Covering her breasts for a sense of security, she snapped around to face Cillian, who was staring down at her with an expression she’d never seen in his eyes before.

“I thought I’d join you, I’ve waited so long to touch you, you know? I know how you feel about me… the way you stare. C’mon- let me see you” With that, he removed her hands from her chest, the moment she’d been dreading, exposing herself fully to the man in front of her. Her nipples pointed right at him, his eyes falling and meeting them in acceptance. A twinge of smirk lured in his eyes as he brought them back up to hers. “Fuck, you’re perfect” He said still keeping centimetres apart.

A silence filled the shower as the water drops slammed against the marble floor, the lines leaving her memory as she stared up at the actor she so desperately wished he meant the words he was saying.

“Touch me, Neil. Touch me hard.” Her voice laced with anticipation and persuasion.

In a split second his lips crashed against hers, pushing them both under the shower head. Her back strongly pinned against the wall as the water now fell over his head and covered him in wetness. His hand held her steady in a hungry fashion kneading against her waist, his other wrapped around her cheek as their tongues fought in circles. A gasp left Y/N’s lips from the sudden dominance he had applied onto her, returning her a low groan from his own.

The smacking sounds had now overpowered the water drops, false moans of pleasure leaving each others lips. His hips bucked towards her stomach and she felt a sudden hardness twitch against her navel.

‘Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?’ She thought. Her suspicion correct when another pulse bounced off her stomach. He has a boner. Taken aback by his arousal, she panted heavier against his lips as the kiss became more intense and real. Wavering off script, his hand fell from her face to her left boob, gripping and pulling at her. An uncontrollable moan had mustered at the sudden contact, not expecting him to get so physical with the cameras rolling. Pressing his erection harder into her, he pulled back his face to look her dead in the eye.

“Oh baby, I’ve wanted you for so long” The words he spoke almost fell off as a whine, a plea or a beg to be set free to unleash his desires.

“Take me Neil, I’m all yours” He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, almost slipping as the swiftness of her forced movements moved her faster than she could comprehend. Her face had landed on the wall and a quiet whimper had left her, slightly spinning to look at him through the corner of her eye.

She watched as his gaze dropped from hers to her lower back to her ass, moving his thumbs into the dips in her lower back.

“Mmm, just how I want you” Her eyes continued to fall as they landed on his crotch, now soaked in his material of the thin nude boxer he was wearing. The water had suffocated his cock, outlining so obviously each vein that was pulsing for her. It looked as if it was in prisoned, twitching to be set free. The size of him made her eyes widen as he wasn’t a large man yet he hung his masculinity so strikingly. As the cameras couldn’t see below waist level, he pretended to enter himself into her, dry humping against her ass and much too evidently purposely making her feel his arousal. A series of moans and whimpers left the pair and he continued to hump her through the thin material that separated them both. With each grab and slam, she could feel his cock pulsing against her, him even leaving himself attached to her as he continued to pretend fuck her. His head swung back as his face curled in dissatisfaction, getting angrier and angrier with each hump. Arousal and stickiness had also began to form in her slit, feeling herself wanting to feel him fill her up.

“Just like that, fuck you feel so good” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her torso up to him, snaking his other hand around her tit again. Kneading and pulling her at breast his hips never detached hers, pressing both of them against the shower wall now and humping harder and harder. Of course in this moment, her line was too agree how good he felt too but the intensity of what was happening had her mind blank in shock and anticipation. The wet slapping noises became louder as he began to reach his fake climax, pretending to pour himself into her as he slowed his pace and panted heavily. He lent over her shoulder and mustered a low, loud groan that swirled through her ear, bringing himself to a fake orgasm.

Still feeling his hardness pressed against the in between of her cheeks, she couldn’t help but feel flustered at the actions that had just taken place. Both of them didn’t move but stayed attached to one another as their eyes matched and a smirk plastered his expression, pulling back and looking at himself still pressed against her. There was a thin line between whether or not the pants leaving their chests were real or not, but something told Y/N that line was crossed before the scene even started.

“Cut! That was beautiful. Break in ten!”

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Later that evening in her trailer, a half drank bottle of red wine laid on her dresser and had her vape in her hand. Loosely covered in her silk robe that hid lacy matching black underwear underneath, she sprawled along the blue velvet couch in the corner of the car. Swiping on her phone on social media platforms and hitting puffs every so often was her ideal way to wind down after a long day of shooting, especially today after the shower scene. What had actually happened was incomprehensible, they hadn’t even spoken since. She was unsure of the nature of his erection as he was such an incredible actor she couldn’t believe his moans of pleasure were real, as much as she wanted to. The events repeated more and more as the bottle emptied itself. Her trail of thoughts were interrupted as a slight knock on the trailer door echoed through the walls. Standing up and lacing up her robe tighter, small steps were made to open the door.

There he stood, hands in front of himself looking sheepish yet mischievous.

“Hi… can I come in?” His Irish accent was thick and low, stern and blunt.

“I-yeah-sure.” She stood to the side and widened the door, each of them watching themselves as he walked past her and stopped in the middle of the trailer.

“Ha, wine huh? Again?” He chuckled at his observation.

“Yeah… helps me wind down I guess.” She stood awkwardly as she grabbed one arm, the room thick with tension that crushed the chest and made it hard to breath.

His gaze fell to her hand and he pointed at the colourful tube she held. “You need to stop smoking that thing, it’s so bad for you”

“We all die anyways, helps with stress too” Her eyes glued on the ground unsure where to look.

“Ah” He swayed back and fourth on his feet.

The silence could’ve been cut with a knife, each not knowing what to do or say.

“So… is there anything I could help you with?” He sighed at her question and made his way to her sofa, placing himself down and spreading his legs in classic male fashion, his fingers running through the mess his hair had become after a long day of work.

“I know you felt it today… felt me- I mean.” Y/N lent against the dresser and watched him as he spoke.

“Yeah I-“ She began but was interrupted “are you uncomfortable?” His question catching her off guard.

“Um, no? I guess I just didn’t expect it. Were you… uncomfortable?” He huffed.

“Clearly not. I felt you too you know. Not the fecking, freezing water but warm… you know. On me.” His neck slowly turned towards her. The silence felt like hours, neither knowing how to break it.

“Come here- sit on my lap” Y/N made her way slowly over to him and straddled over his crotch, their faces inches apart and chests breathing so heavily it filled the room. He lifted the back of his palm and grazed her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“I’m too old for you, honey” His eyes never leaving hers. The weight of her on top of him already began to turn him on, feeling a cold rush leave his body to his cock.

“I don’t think so Cillian.” She blushed at the nickname he gave her, nuzzling her face into his palm.

“You don’t? You wouldn’t mind an old cock fucking you?” His voice soft and serious for the words he spoke. As the words left his lips, she felt a pulse in her clit and a warmth grow in her core.

“Not if it was yours” He chuckled. With that he latched his lips softly onto hers, pressing them onto her and in synch slotting his tongue around hers. The kiss was steamy and growing passionate, her hips circling his crotch to feel his erection hardening beneath her. A moan fell into her mouth from his and his fingers gripped desperately at her hips, pushing her down harder as she grind on him. The fabric of his jeans was a texture that rubbed on her opening, wincing at the hardness mixed with pleasure. Her hips circulated faster and faster as he began to hold her in place while bucking up into her, pressing himself to his satisfaction to feel her. He detached his lips and stared at her face, lips now puffy from suction and eyes watery with desire.

“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed her down further onto him. “You make me so hard- I- I can’t take it anymore” His head dropped back as he groaned, still latching his fingers deep into the flesh of her sides. Her fingers snaked to his zip, eagerly eyeing his manhood as she unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips and hooked his pants down to his thighs, revealing the tent in his boxers pointed directly at her.

“Let me see you” His hands raised to the tie of her robe, undoing the half-assed knot and slowly dropped the silk from her shoulders, watching as the material fell from her body. His mouth fell open agape at the lingerie she wore under, his cock beginning to throb at the sight in front of him. He threw the robe to the side of the sofa and grabbed her tits in hunger.

“God, so beautiful” His lips locked onto her neck, sucking and darting with his tongue to leave marks of territory upon her body. She pulled away and fell to her knees in front of him sitting on the sofa, ripping away at his jeans that now laid next to her on the floor. Grabbing his erection in her hand through his boxers, she placed wet kisses on his clothed part he left out a sigh. Reaching under the seam by his hips, his cock popped out onto her hand and she slowly began to stroke him. Spitting into her palm for more lubrication, she felt his tip ooze with precum.

“Fuck… Y/N” His eyes stared into hers at the slight touch he was receiving. Taking his tip in her mouth she flattened her tongue underneath the underside of his cock, earning a wince from him. Taking more and more of his shaft in with each suck she found he was too big to take all in, using her hands to pump at the base she couldn’t reach. Flicking her wrist in small circles and sucking hard at his tip almost sent him over the edge, his hips twitching up at his pleasure.

“Just like that, such a good girl” His cock was so hard it felt like wood in her hands, hollowing out her cheeks and filling the room with sucking sounds and moans from him hitting the back of her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her even further down, tears swelling in her eyes and her mascara running. She felt his orgasm forming as he began to twitch in her mouth as his breathing became irregularly heavy. Her own arousal had now coated the entirety of her slit and had smeared to the sides of her thighs, clenching them together for a short moment of release. Grabbing her head up and his tip making a loud pop as it left her mouth, she sat with her hands on his thighs and saliva spread across the sides of her mouth, grinning in satisfaction from the dazed look on his face.

“Such a pretty girl for me, stand up” He guided her to the dresser and bent her over slowly onto the desk, her watching his every move in the mirror in front of them. She watched as his eyes and hands trailed from her neck down her back and dug into her sides. With one swift aggressive movement he hooked his fingers into her lacy underwear, pulling them down and letting them pool at her feet.

“M’gonna fuck you good. So good…” His eyes left her ass and met hers in the mirror “Do you want that Y/N? Hm?”

“I do Cillian, please fuck me! Fuck me hard” With that said he left a quick sharp slap on her ass that left a sting.

“How hard?” Another slap repeating the pain over the first strike.

“So hard… please Cillian I can’t wait any longer” Her knees becoming weak from desperation.

“Mm… good girl.” He placed his tip at her entrance and slapped it a few times on her swollen clit, a wince leaving her lips from sensitivity. He traced her slit with himself and groaned at the feeling. “So wet for me” A few more slides up and down her entrance and he slowly held himself in, pushing slowly to feel the stretch of her walls clenching around him.

“Oh god-oh fuck Y/N” His head swung back in pleasure, barely halfway into her. Y/N’s legs began to shake and give in to the feeling of his size, feeling herself accommodate him roughly as she was soaking but he was too big to fit. Pausing halfway to look down at his cock in her pussy, he slammed his hips into hers and filled her up completely. Y/N screamed in pain and pleasure at the sharp pressure that filled her core, a heat building up inside her and swallowing him.

“Fuck- you’re so big” Y/N moaned, gripping onto her glass dresser. Cillian looked up and stared at her face in the mirror.

“Look at me baby… look at me” Y/N opened her squeezed eyes through the harsh pace he was slamming into her and saw herself being fucked useless in the mirror. A second wave of arousal followed suit as she creamed a ring around his cock at the sight of them.

“You like watching me fuck you huh? You like the way you look when I control you hm?” His words became puffed out as the oxygen started to leave his brain. He placed his thumb of the outside of her anus and plunged his nail in, filling himself into all her holes at once. He groaned at the tightness that surrounded his finger.

“Oh fuck! Cillian- I-I love it” The foreign feeling of his thumb sent shockwaves through her system, her hips roughly slamming against the edge of her dresser in a way that would sure leave bruises the next day. Yet again, he intertwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her up to get her close to him, his other hand latching onto the skin on her neck and grabbing her harshly. He pumped shorter but faster strokes into her pussy and felt a knot forming in the base of his core.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” His voice exasperated from pleasure. His actions became weaker and sloppier as his cock twitched aggressively into her, ropes of thick white cum coating her walls. She clenched around him as he filled her up, his strokes slower and weaker as he felt his balls empty into her.

He lent her back down onto the dresser and laid on top of her, their sweat sticking them together and their gasps for air filling the room. Pulling his hips back, he stood up and dragged her sides, standing her up against the dresser and turning her around. Pushing her hair back behind her ear once again, he grabbed her cheek and planted a wet kiss onto her lips.

The press tour would be a million times more interesting now.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian smut #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #smut #oppenheimer #neil lewis

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precious-little-scoundrel · 29 days

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Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

#masters of the air #mota #james douglass #cock-versations #elliot warren #naughty sleepover

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

Aurora stretched, letting out a yawn as she walked down the sidewalk before reaching her destination and sitting down at one of the tables in front of the cafe.

“Hey loser.”

Cassandra looks up at Aurora, processing her words. The diva just gives her a humorless look before looking down at the papers on the table.

Cassandra: “You’re not funny.”

Aurora just grins at this, resting her head on her arms as she watches Cassandra work.

"Oh, I’m sorry.”

Cassandra doesn’t say anything and just continues working. Aurora frowns.

Don’t tell me she’s mad... Well, I have been a little rude to her.

S͟h͟e͟ k͟i͟l͟l͟e͟d͟ y͟o͟u͟.͟

Shut up.

“So… I heard you have a hate club now.”

Cassandra pauses for a moment, looking up at Aurora.

Cassandra: “I do?”

Aurora nods lazily, picking up a piece of paper to get a look at it.

"Yeah, the fuck Cassandra Dimitrescu club or something like that. I think it is led by some gal named Sam. Im not sure to be honest.”

Cassandra laughs at this, literally wiping tears from her eyes from how hard she was laughing. Aurora just looked at her with a smile.

Cassandra: “Are you serious?”

She laughs a little more before a smirk makes its way to her face.

Cassandra: Well, I guess loving me wasn’t enough, uh?

And here we go again.

Aurora rolls her eyes at her.

“Okay, calm down, you overcaffeinated theater kid.”

Cassandra looks overly offended by the remark before lifting up her cup of coffee and dinking from it. Aurora chuckles and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"Oh, come on. You know they're just jealous of your talent and fabulousness."

Cassandra raises an eyebrow, putting her cup down with a mix of amusement and curiosity on her face.

Cassandra: "Really?"

Aurora nods, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leans closer to Cassandra.

"Absolutely. I mean, who wouldn't be jealous of someone as talented, confident, and stunning as you?"

Cassandra smirks, seemingly enjoying the flattery.

Oh man, this is probably getting to her head.

Cassandra: "Well, I can't blame them. It's not easy being this amazing."

Aurora playfully rolls her eyes again.

"Oh, please. You're not fooling anyone with that modest act."

Cassandra chuckles and goes back to her work, but Aurora can see a hint of satisfaction on her face.

"So, are you going to do anything about this 'hate club'?"

Cassandra shrugs nonchalantly.

Cassandra: "Nah, let them have their fun. It's not like their opinions matter to me."

She moves some papers around, staking them together before putting them away on a binder and inside her bag. She perks up at the sound of the cafe door opening.

Cassandra: “Coffee!”

The Diva exclaims, bouncing on her feet and turning to Aurora.

Cassandra: “I’m going for more coffee. Wanna come with?”

Aurora nods, standing up as they both enter the cafe. She stays behind Cassandra, who walks up to Elena with a smile.

Cassandra: “I’ll have the usual.”

Cassandra turns to Aurora.

Cassandra: “Pick something, whatever; it’s on me.”

Aurora approaches Elena and looks at the menu. The barista gives the both of them a knowing look.

Elena: “Walk of shame?”

"Nah, I don’t want any diseases.”

She continues to look at the menu, ignoring Cassandra, who was choking on her coffee in the background. Elena looks slightly amused, snickering to herself.

Elena: "Well, I haven’t heard that one before.”

Aurora just smiles at her and asks for a latte. Elena nods before heading to the back to make their order. By the time the brunette turns around, she can see Cassandra sitting down on a table with a frown on her face. She makes her way to her, sitting down on the chair in front of her.

“You mad?”

Cassandra: “Asshole.”

Aurora raises an eyebrow at Cassandra's response, a playful smirk on her face.

Aurora: "Oh, come on, Cassie. Can’t take a little teasing from what you called me again. Oh yeah, a feisty girl.

Cassandra sighs and shakes her head, unable to hide the hint of a smile on her lips.

Cassandra: "Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you after all this time."

Aurora pauses for a moment, looking at Cassandra strangely. The Diva looks at her for a moment before she awkwardly sinks into her seat, a flustered look on her face.

Cassandra: Well, you know, I don’t normally do this thing with people, so...

Cassandra tries to find the words, and Aurora just looks at the brunette; her eyes soften at her awkwardness.

“So I’m special.”

Cassandra freezes in place.

Cassandra: “Uh…”

Elena: “Oder for Cassandra!”

Cassandra quickly snapped out of it, standing up to get the two coffees and almost tripping when she stood up from her chair. Aurora looked at her with amusement, and you could hear Elena laugh before Cassandra glared at her. Cassandra grabs the two coffees, staying to talk with Elena for a few minutes. That’s when Aurora hears the door ring, and before she knows it, she has the three Stans in front of her.

“May I help you?”

They don’t answer her; the three just give her nasty looks before Rebecca steps forward with a smirk.

Rebecca: “Hu, you must be the new skank.”

The other two behind her chuckle, and Aurora can’t do anything but just look at them unimpressed.

Bitch, I just got here.

Cassandra finally decided to come back and got beside Aurora.

Cassandra: "Hey, what are you lovely ladies doing?”

The Stans are immediately all over her, and Aurora can see the almost unseen look of discomfort on Cassandra’s face.

Rebecca: “Oh, Cassandra, we were just keeping her some company.”

The blonde looks at Aurora with a smirk.

Rebecca: “She seems lonely.”

No, she didn’t.

Cassandra raises her eyebrow, looking in Aurora’s direction. The brunette just smiles at her before standing up, taking her coffee from Cassandra, and dumping it on Rebecca. The blonde screamed dramatically before noticing that the coffee wasn’t hot anymore but that it still ruined her outfit. The other two behind her just look shock like deer in headlights.

Rebecca: “You bitch!”

Rebecca looked livid and ready to pounce on Aurora. The brunette just grinned before grabbing Cassandra’s hand and sprinting out of the cafe.

The two managed to get a few blocks away and lose the Stans in an alleyway next to the pizzeria.

Cassandra: “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Cassandra exclaimed out of breath, but with a present smile on her face, Aurora lifted her hand up as she hunched over, still catching her breath. She chuckled.

Aurora: Hey, she deserved it.

Cassandra shakes her head with a pleased look on her face. That’s when Aurora's phone goes off.

“Ah man, I’m late for my theater class.”

Cassandra: “Shit, I’m late too.”

The two look at each other before Aurora smirks and boops Cassandra's nose.

“Race you to the university!”

Aurora laughs mischievously as she sprints away, leaving Cassandra standing there with a mix of confusion and surprise on her face.

Cassandra: Wha… Oh, you little-

She quickly gathers herself and starts running after Aurora, laughing when she sees the brunette trip halfway.

You know when you have the scene in your head but have no idea how to write it? Yeah, this was me right now. I hope I did a good job.

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic #fcd club

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dis-harmony · 1 year

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Top 6 HOTTEST British characters that will make your heart melt

Warning: Long post, cuteness overload

A/N: Guys, if I saw you hate this kind of stuff, just stay away from that and DO NOT REPOST, READ, COMMENT, OR REBLOG or else you regret it!! This post can make you easily uncomfortable if you hated one or all of these characters!

~Let’s begin!~

Dr. Livesey

cartoon: Treasure Island/Ostrov sokrovish

nationally: Ukrainian

year: 1988

I’ve seen many people loved this guy so much and I’ve never seen this cartoon got way too popular because of this and it makes me hardly want to resist from this because he’s the best himbos ever!! He was one of the best doctors everyone had been seen because he’s cheerful and carefree which he smiles a lot so much, can hardly make you frown. A number of fans shipping this character with their OCs or their self-ships. Lots of people think he’s the best chad that will easily make their heart melt and could fangirl/fanboy easily. He’s always there to make you happy!

Archibald Asparagus

cartoon: Veggietales

nationally: American

year: 1993

Seriously, this makes me wanna rip off of my homework and go crazy for him. He’s the hottest man that people would ever experience. Everyone gets that, I can’t really explain why he has to be in the sexypedia but I think he’s also the BEST! His voice really fits the character and we love the British accent he has. I still don’t understand why some people hated him but for me, he’s amazing. I really love his design but well, he’s mostly snooty because of Larry’s silliness which what he really hates. He can be adorable at the same time but he’s mostly stunning and can lure children! Oh, just kidding, he wouldn’t do that to them. 🤣

His Highness

cartoon: A new kind of magic

nationally: British (?)

year: 2008

Alright listen, I understand that none of you guys know who it is very much but I think he’s so much hotter than Dr. Livesey. Seriously, the green colors of his outfit is really perfect for his character and the voice is so much sweet as honey with a beautiful British accent and his cute rosy cheeks. He may turn himself into a frog most of the times which is interesting. His slender body is so feminine and I wanna touch him so bad!!! HE NEEDS TO BE IN TUMBLR SEXYMAN, PLEASE DO IT!!! WHY CAN’T THIS CARTOON BE POPULAR??? XD Sorry about the fangirling moment guys, you know what, I don’t know this show too because I saw this for the first time only since two days ago and I started to fell in love with him like omigosh he’s so perfect!! This character almost make my day.

Scallion #1

cartoon: Veggietales

nationally: American

year: 1993

Aw man, he’s so much awesome and it’s getting way too much better to see him again. He has a really nice voice and I love how he wears some kind of mascara and which people thought he would’ve been emo-ish looking. I love the way he sings so many songs and his confidence is very seductive due to his talents. Best of all, all of you guys will be very shocked to hear this, he also announced the silly songs at the beginning before the songs starts. For example, “And now it’s time for silly songs with [character], for the bottom of the show where [character] comes out and sings a silly song!” Also the same with the ending, “This has been silly songs with [character], tune in next time to hear [character] say,” Oh my goodness, this made me cry with full of happiness, my childhood is back!

Wallace

cartoon: Wallace and Gromit

nationally: British

year:

Dang he’s also my childhood. His clothing is very good and way too fabulous for a character. I love how he sounded like and all of the memes were hilarious actually! Can’t explain why Gromit haven’t speak very much but he’s also cute but he doesn’t have to be a part of this. Anyway, his sweater just make me want to hug him so bad because it’s too soft. This show brings back so many memories from this. Be honest, you all need should love him if you do.

Archibald Dandy

cartoon: Adventures of captain Wrongel

nationally: Ukrainian year: ?

Yep, that’s him alright. The design of the character is so much better than I thought. I really how cool he is and I really can’t stop resisting this person. I never knew his lips were completely red, looked like he’s wearing some kind of makeup or something. He has some beautiful curly black hair again and just mak him way too perfect. I think I just had fun with this cartoon and can’t get enough of him. So many fans loving this guy and want to ship him just for fun! :D

That’s all these characters folks! Enjoy!

#characters #cartoons #treasure island 1988 #ostrov sokrovishch #wallace and gromit #aardman #veggitales #archibald asparagus #scallion 1 #a new kind of magic #adventures of captain wrongel #archibald dandy #tumblr sexymen

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Hi Jo! I hope you are having day just as fabulous as you🩷

I just wanted to let you know that you are the reason I made my blog and started writing again. I had stopped for a while(years), because life just got so chaotic and busy.

I was a just reader for a long time, but then I found your blog and OH MY GOD. I absolutely fell head over heels in love with your writing. I didn't even like Bakugou all that much before I found your page, but I loved the way you wrote his character and I slowly but surely fell madly in love with the man; I think we are all cursed to at one point or another.😅

I was so inspired by your writing that it made me want to get back into it tenfold, but I was still nervous about putting myself out there. Then I saw the community you had built and how nice everyone was.

My bestie hyped me up enough that I just bit the bullet and finally did it!

And now I am absolutely kicking myself for not making a writing blog sooner because everyone has been nothing, but nice and supportive.😩

I just wanted to express my gratitude to you. Thank you for giving me the inspiration, the motivation and the courage to start my blog. I have rediscovered my love for writing and have made so many wonderful new friends along the way and I owe a lot of that to you.

Thank you for sharing your love for Katsuki with the us, but most importantly, thank you for being you❤️

Hihihi! Omg thank you so much for taking the time to send me this kind message🥺

Like you I’d stopped writing for a long, long time before I found Bakugou. And I’d convinced myself I wouldn’t write again, but it’s honestly been the most cathartic part of my life. I always say sharing your talent is one of the most vulnerable things you can do, but it’s the most rewarding at the same time.

I’m really glad that you’ve made some great friends after getting back into writing, and that you’re getting the wonderful feedback you deserve! I was jokingly saying to my friend recently that Bakugou comes to you when you don’t even realise you need him, and in our case I definitely think it’s true😭😂

I was starting to think the BNHA fandom was kinda fizzling out but it’s wonderful to see people still sharing their love for Bakugou with the world. Thank you for being part of the crazy community we have on here and keeping it alive💕

#jo talks

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itsmelb · 1 year

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So, I rewatched Kinnporsche for the 3rd time

(I was sick the last 2 days so I had to watch sth to brighten up my mood)

And now I wanna share some stuff with u guys (yes it's that time again xD)

I still love the first meeting of Kinn and Porsche. That Bar, that watch thingy. Still love how badass kinn looks in the first ep. Still makes me fall for him sm.

Still hate Korn sm. Yes doesn't change.

I always scream when I see Big and Chan interact with eo. I know it's a ghost ship but I love it haha. (RiP! :/)

I love Arm and Pol sm. They are so cute and funny - I wish they would kiss. Best scene: when they hide at the door when Porsche confesses his love for kinn in the room with Korn and the others.

Tankhun is still fabulous. I love his outfits. And I always have to laugh at his: who killed Elisabeth and Sébastien! Legendary.

Porsches mental health agenda is played so good by Apo that I always cry when I see it. Breaks my heart sm.

Porsche as the minor family heir: I mean he doesn't wanna do it obv but man do I love his green suit. And I love seeing him with power!

Kimchay aka my heartbreak without a light on the horizon. God everytime I wanna scream at Kim and say u mf aaaah! Happy end still needed (u know this already but its worth to mention - again!)

Badass Pete is still my favorite. Ep 10 fight with Porsche. Or that crazy smile in the sex dungeon wow. I wanna see more. And obv P'Jakapan naled the bathtub scene. That is so heartbreaking it gets me everytime.

Vegas. There could be a separate post about him. Bc everytime I watch some scenes. I see him more. I see what Bibel did there. I feel his anger. I mean it doesn't give him the right to do shitty things but...imagine your cousin is always better than you and your father is the dummest asshole ever. And I always remember how complex he is when I see that scene at the pool when he wants to kill himself. This scene gives me goosebumps everytime. So fucking talented. Bibs supremacy.

Yok, Erica and the other Girl. I wanna see more badass women.

Tay, Time. I love Tay. He is such a cool character. And I wanna say fuck u time haha.

Mile Phakphum is so sexy with his hair string down and his robes and ombre suits. Don't come at me but wow. Apo has so much privilege to see that often xD

Jeff Satur is a God. Yes I know I said it often but his voice. I will never recover.

Macau and Chay are babies omg. Look at Ta and Code now. Wow they did gow so much.

The Vegaspete ending. God I love that ending sm. The soft kisses. The I don't run away. I wanna see more. Give it to me.

The season 2: God it's been so long. I hope there will be some news at the new year event. God pls.

Still obsessed with all the characters, the actors and I can't cope. Jep. That's my life forever now haha.

And that's it for now. Thanks for listening to me - again! See ya soon (it won't take long anyway u might know now haha)

#kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kimchay #armpol #chanbig #rewatch #in my head part 1007373637 #tankul theerapanyakul

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fanfic ones:

39, 40, 41, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48 and 49

Would y’all believe me if I said this has been in my ask box since 2021??? I know I’m awful. Sorry love 💛

39. Collaborations or working solo?

I’d actually genuinely love to collaborate with some other writers at some point but right now I’m a solo writer.

40. Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

I have an editing routine. Four separated visual readings, 3 separated audio readings, broken down to paragraphs as I transfer them where I’ll read again, and then a last minute check. Then I’ll often upload before I go to bed so I’m not constantly refreshing.

41. What is something you don't like about your writing?

I think it’s way too descriptive, but I just have so much to say.

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

Vulnerable men. I love a good vulnerable man, especially if they’re actually super strong but they had underneath vulnerabilities. I also love a good bantered relationship. (Especially kurtbastian).

44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

Not anymore but one of my now deleted teenaged Star Wars fanfics had fanart.

45. Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?

No they don’t, but I honestly prefer that.

46. Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

Oh I couldn’t choose. Any feedback is fabulous feedback.

47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

Most likely my Alex fanfic. Which you can read here: You Are My Sunshine… My Only Sunshine?

48. What is your favorite sentence that you've used in a fanfic?

“Charles knew Alex was an extremely tough and talented young man, but his longing for approval rolled off of him in desperate waves that the older mutant could practically taste, let alone process with his telepathy. It was a bitter and lonely feeling, prickly with thorns of trauma and desperation, and it ached Charles to know one of his very first gifted youngsters had such an intense emotional hunger that was a direct result of his upbringing, specifically due to his mutation. Beneath the quips and the witty comments, the snark and the tough frowns sprinkled in with an assortment of childish pettiness, Alex just wanted somebody to look at his achievement and quietly let him know that they were proud of him. Charles knew his blond hazard of a boy didn't need a big display of affection, a parade wasn't necessary, just a simple nod would be plenty enough for Alex to feel as though his behaviour and achievements were being not only recognised but appreciated. And Charles wanted nothing more than to give the young man exactly what he desired.”

This is from a piece of mine that is almost ready to be published! Just Charles being a typical dad!

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

My friends and old literature for writing style, and obviously the core media of each fanfic.

Thanks again Sevvie Bell!! 💛💛

#ask s #the moots 💛#sev 💚#fanfic asks #fanfiction #Alex summers #Charles Xavier #<- tagging them as they’re featured in the fic snippet #x men

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- Tonhon Chonlatee End Notes -

So, I've just finished Tonhon Chonlatee - yes, that notorious bl show that everyone is upset with. I'm not one of them, though. Like, yes every bl show, unless it's a classic one - have it's set of strong points and drawbacks, and so does this show. But honestly, I've immensely enjoyed watching this fabulous bl series. I was exposed to a lot of potential in this show. So, stay with me and hear me out on this!

Below, I've addressed a few of the strongest points of this show, along with the major flaws. But overall, it was a wonderfully enjoyable bl show for me, and I'd probably rewatch it's first episodes, once again.

STRONG POINTS

1. Chonlatee's Character

Ever since the first time I saw Chonlatee onscreen, I fell in love with this shy, kind-hearted, diplomatic, mature, and sassy boy. This young boy is the epitome of sweetness. Unlike most bl shows, where the bottom is often an innocent, reserved, naive, gullible boy who is constantly being taken advantage of, by others - Chonlatee is that sassy mature bottom, who knows how to stand his ground, be brave, and speak up for himself when he's treated unfairly.

Another thing I loved about Chonlatee - eventhough he seems soft, sweet and warm to everyone in his life, he is a strong person. He knows when to walk away from people, when to stop giving people another chance, or even knowing about which things to spill and which not. When he was badly treated by Amp, it didn't stop him from giving that woman a taste of her own medicine. He was firm enough to reject Tonhon when he found out about his kiss at the party, and carried that stubborness on until the last moment. He knows how to say NO, and that's the most attractive thing about him. Since, I often struggle saying no to people, this thing specifically made him so freaking cool to me. Overall, he is a gentle, warm, mature and lovely person, who also knows when to be sassy, savage and stand up for himself. I'm just sooo in lovee in with this boy.

2. Khaotungg's Acting

Yes, I had to write a separate point, exclusively for his acting in his show, because I was utterly impressed and stunned by his skills. Firstly, he was extremely adorable here with beautiful round black eyes, cute coconut hairstyle and he was so charming with a complete different aura, from the Eclipse. Since, my first exposure to Khaotungg's acting was in Eclipse, I'm only used to seeing his flirtatious gazes and seductive advances, but here! Omg, this man knows how to act in a completely different role of being a sweet, warm and adorable boy. From his minor, detailed eye movements to his soft, loving, low tone voice, everything in his acting was just beautiful and so damn enjoyable.

When you see an actor performing polar opposite roles flawlessly, that's when you realize how talented and versatile of an actor he is. After watching First's shows, I've finally watched another Khaotungg show - and trust me, Khaotungg's acting and screen presence gave me constant giddiness, smiles, and happiness. I couldn't stop smiling especially on the first episodes, because the setting was a lot lighter, humorous and fun, rather than the last episodes. I have been a huge fan of First ever since Not Me, but after I watched Tonhon Chonlatee, I've become another big fan of Khaotungg's acting too. I can't wait to see both of them in many more upcoming shows, whether as a couple or individually - I'd just be so happy to watch them work!

3. Best Supporting Cast

Now, believe me when I say - the Supporting Cast of this show couldn't get any better. It's absolutely the perfect supporting cast that the show would have needed. Where do I start? Firstly, the two amazing actors Mike and Toptap, portraying as Ni and Ai, were the best ever friend group the show could ever had. I was starstruck by their exceptional acting skills. Whether it'd be Chonlatee's iconic mom, Nam or his best friend Pang, the new rich kid, Na or even their new friend Miriam. They all are just absolute all-rounders at their respective roles. What is there that you won't enjoy about them? None.

It is safe to say that the entire Tonhon Chonlatee show was basically carried out by the Supporting Cast, whereas the main leads also did a wonderful job on portraying their roles. However, the Supporting actors wins on this, I'd say. These actors were the core essence of fun, entertainment and cheeky vibe of the show. They're hilarious, joyful and bring a sweet warmth to the show, they are also the best ever people one could ever find in their lives. Everyone is a loyal friend, they are helpful and has got one another's back. I think there's nothing more positive and beautiful than that.

4. A Simple, Humorous Show

To be precise, I'd describe this show as a simple, sweet, and humorous bl series. There are a few aspects of the show which aren't appealing, with complex ideologies and actions, however - this show still shines bright overweighting those flaws. The introduction of the first episode is hilarious, one of the best I've ever seen in a bl series. I was only half a minute into it, and I was giggling, smiling and laughing on my bed. Like seriously, the first few episodes were wholesome, adorable and endearing, despite a few disturbances, which could be ignored because of the stunning acting skills and vibe of the show.

The last episodes got a bit angsty, with a lot drama to overcome, but I cannot just forget all the warmth, happiness and joy this show gave me, when I was just starting out in the beginning. Many people have rated this series really low, because of how ending turned out. But for me, I believe it was a believable, sorta happy ending, which was needed for the peace of everyone. I was never a watcher who just rates stuff low because I didn't like the ending. I rate shows based on how much I enjoyed watching it. So here it goes, this show certainly over 8.7 for me, out of 10. I would highly recommend this bl to others who have backed out from watching it because of the scary reviews, but it is actually a lovely show.

WEAK POINTS

1. Tonhon's Character

Isn't it ironic how Chonlatee's character is in the Strong points list and I'm adding Tonhon's character here? Well, yes because he deserves it. Eventhough he is one of the main leads of the show, he is not a likeable character, due to several reasons. He is a tough, raunchy, macho dude ( atleast pretends to be ), who is too possessive over Chon, who is gaining lots of male attention in his University. He claims Chon as his brother but still obsesses over him like a psychotic jealous boyfriend. He doesn't like any male approaching Chon, atleast that's how he pretends, until someone sane put some wisdom into his brain that he actually likes Chon, more than like a brother.

Later on in this show, we realize Tonhon is always pressured by his family, especially his father to bring grandchildren to be an heir of his legacy - which constantly puts Tonhon in an uncomfortable position. I also hated how Tonhon forced Chon to hook-up with women, eventhough he showed absolute disinterest towards it. Tonhon even kissed his ex-girlfriend Amp, while dating Chon, which was really infuriating for me. I hate seeing my baby boy Chon crying like that, I swear. Eventhough the kiss was planned and tricked, Tonhon did that to satisfy his ego and show others that he is not afraid of women, eventhough he loves Chon now. So, basically - there are plenty of factors why Tonhon's character was not a good one, instead it caused a lot of drama and pain, but we got to know his secret feelings at the end of the show, and everything was sorted out peacefully.

2. Annoying Villains

The worst part of the show is definitely the Villains, without a second doubt. In my eyes, the actual villains are Tonhon's ex-girlfriend Amp and her friend Neung. Technically, both of them are seniors at Chon's Department of Food Science, and that's why they get exceptional advantage for picking up on Chon in every way possible. Let's face it; they are the worst kind of people. Amp is a popular girl but with zero friends, funny huh? Her personality sucks, because she only focusses on how to create drama with Chon, how to give Tonhon a harder life, while damaging the peace of the show, so effortlessly. Neung is a side-kick of Amp, follows her plans basically, but worse because he tried to harm and force himself on Chon, after making him and his friends drink too much at the freshers party. But, it was Amp's plan though. I don't who is worse here.

But that's not all. When Tonhon actually starts dating Chon, she even dares to tell his family about Tonhon being gay, or tries to break their relationship apart by that kiss trick. She is rude, and disrespectful - she threw water at Chon, thinking as if she has the right of it, because she is his senior. I cannot even explain how much I hated Amp and Neung. I was glad that Neung stopped listening to Amp later on, because they both together are the worst duo ever. Amp's character is very under-developed and never evolved in the series. She constantly strategize new plans to tear apart Tonhon & Chonlatte. I'd have liked it if we could witness a little realization on her side, that what she did was wrong and felt guilty for that, but unfortunately we didn't get to see it. So, basically these two villains are pure evil, nasty and annoying, without any hint of humanity.

Tonhon Chonlatee is a quirky, charming thai bl series, showcasing the bloom of an exceptional love evolving from the unrequited phase. The show features strong loyal friendships, lessons on unconditional love despite any gender, and showcases messages on LGBTQ with a flawed yet beautiful storyline, and legendary acting skills from the actors. I wish this show was more popular, because it certainly deserves more recognition than it gets.

#khaotung thanawat #poddkhao #bl drama #bl actors #tonhon chonlatee review #tonhon chonlatee #tonhon #Chonlatee #bl review #bl dramas

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boliv-jenta · 10 months

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Hello my absolutely beautiful, amazingly talented friend, Liv!! I fell like I have been MIA lately here. I hope everything is going fabulous for you and that your going well. I start vacation on Saturday and I can't wait!! My first vacation of the year and let me tell you...I need it!!

I just wanted to drop in say hello and cause some chaos this morning. I have a delicious image of our favorite murdering assassin, Dave. So picture this Dave comes home after a long trip and all he wants to do is eat your pussy. Sidenote he is a werewolf. He's so straved for you that his wolf just can't contain itself and after the first few links of you his wolf pushes himself to the surface and Dave goes fuckin feral with you.

Enjoy my choas!!!!

I'm sorry it's taken so long to answer this one. It's been my aim to write at least a little something for this since I had to take a break.

When I'm back to 100% I will write you something feral for now I wrote this.

I hope you had an amazing vacation, you deserve it.😘

Run

Every new agent at the agency heard the myth. A legend passed by word of mouth, of an agent so ruthless and unrelenting. A man that would track his target to the ends of the earth. A man that showed no mercy in his determination to get the job done.

All that determination was currently focused on making you come until your legs give way. His rough tongue flicked rapidly at your clit while his thick fingers scissored inside you. Dave had wasted no time in bending you over as soon as he came through the door. We need to be quick, baby. His hands had spread you opened for him before his tongue ran through you.

What the myth didn't tell was where those traits came from. They didn't say how it was the beast inside Dave making himself known. The one that rose closer to the surface with the full moon drawing near.

The full moon was on it's way tonight. Dave had always made a point of staying away from you at this time of the month. The wolf inside him was too close to the surface. He could feel it's desires pounding in his chest. It wanted to fuck you, to breed you, it wanted to make you howl with abandon with his cock. Time hasn't been on your side this month. If Dave didn't see you now he'd have to wait another three, four days and he couldn't stand the thought.

There was another time sensitive aspect. As soon as his tongue dipped into your folds he could taste it. Your walls were thick with blood. Your period was imminent. The wolf shoved his tongue deeper inside as Dave's fingers thrummer your clit. There was a tang to your cum that made his cock leak.

The precum gathered at the tip smeared your folds as he pushed inside. Dave was always thick and hard but tonight he seemed even bigger. The last coherent thought you had was wondering if it was something to do with the change. Dave filled you with so much force that it was hard for you to stay upright in your position on all fours. His strong grip at your waist saved you from meeting the floor face first. Lowering your upper body to the ground you tried your best to keep some sort of purchase as Dave slammed into you hard and fast. Your legs, still shaking from your orgasm, spread wide either side of him slid across the hardwood floor with each rapid thrust. The mixture of your cum and the first show of your period made it even easier for Dave to split you open. He drove into your heat, chasing it. He wanted to be as deep as possible. He wanted you to cover every inch of him, in every way possible. Your warmth. Your scent. He wanted people to know that he was yours as much as you were his. If he had his way soon everyone would know you were his he'd fuck you like this until it took. Until the cum he was pumping into you would serve as a more permanent claim on your body. As rope after rope filled you, he felt you clamp down on him again in rapid succession, pulling even more from him. When he finally pulled his cock from you the scent of your cum, his seed and your blood drove the wolf wild. In his post orgasm clarity, Dave was able to hold onto his right mind just long enough to give a single word of warning. "Run."

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dave york x f!reader

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Daily Express - March 17, 2005

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Can anyone ever replace Freddie?

By Cheryl Stonehouse

IT’S JUST short of 20 years since Queen left the building for the last time with the crowd still howling for more. They would have howled louder, no doubt, had they known that the British band that had garnered as huge a worldwide following as The Beatles or the Rolling Stones would never take the stage again. “We didn’t know at the time, of course, that it was the last live show but it was fantastic and I will remember it vividly,” says DJ and music author Jon Kutner, a long time Queen fan.

“I saw them live six times in all, the first time in 1976(8?), and then I was lucky enough to be at that last Wembley gig, so I never felt as though I had missed out once Freddie’s illness was announced and it was clear that they would never perform together again.”

But never is a short time in rock ‘n’ roll.

Exactly how short varies, usually in direct relation to the financial needs of those left behind after one or more key members of a fabulously successful combo have made their exit, regardless of whether that departure is caused by artistic differences or the not-to-be-ignored call of the Grim Reaper.

In the case of iconic Sixties rock band Free, whose lead singer Paul Rodgers has just won this year’s most (…) job in popular music as Queen’s new lead singer, “never” turned out to be about nine months after their first split.

That reunion was disastrous. Free’s fabulously talented Paul Kossoff was carried off by an overdose and so it was that, as an embryonic Queen supported Mott the Hoople at the New Oxford Theatre, Paul Rodgers was already collecting gold records with his second iconic band, Bad Company.

But for Queen, “never” has turned out to be the passing of a full 19 years. However, even for one of the most staggeringly well-heeled bands in the world, once possessed of the most irreplaceable lead singer in the world, the temptation to re-form has proved too much.

It’s not that guitarist Brian May, bassist John Deacon and drummer Roger Taylor need the money. Queen have been one of the most successful British rock bands of all time and one of the few to comprehensively break into the American music scene.

They’ve certainly had their moments when it came to excess… stories of cocaine served on trays perched on the heads of dwarves at their legendary after gig parties persist — but they were also one of the few bands to take early control of their contracts and their fortunes and turn themselves into a company, using business law to protect their fabulous earnings from the depredation of the music industry’s hangers-on.

There has been no prodding of the unpaid tax bill or the dwindling nest-egg to push them into the desperate — and surely futile — hunt for a Freddie replacement. So once the HIV virus had robbed the band of Freddie Mercury in 1991, it reslly did seem as if never really would mean never.

Certainly John Deacon decided that there was no band without its outrageous and theatrical frontman, and he went home to his mansion on the outskirts of north London to be with wife Veronica and their six children.

WHEN Robbie Williams recorded We Are The Champions two years ago for the film A Knight’s Tale, he made no secret of his hope that he might be able to fill the patent-leather thigh-high boots left vacant by Freddie. Deacon, meanwhile, was in a rare public (…) about the idea: “No one could replace Freddie and certainly not him.”

Ever since Freddie’s death, Deacon has resolutely refused to join his more musically-active band-mates in any of their projects (although he has happily endorsed all their Queen related ventures) and only recently did he agree to take up his drumsticks just one more time for a recording of No One But You, Brian May’s tribute to Freddie.

And even though he has made no effort to maintain the fame that brought him fortune, he — like May and Taylor — remains a very rich man whose back account is constantly being replenished by Queen’s enduring popularity.

In the six years after Freddie’s death the earnings of Queen Productions Ltd in which all four members had had an equal share, topped more than £120m(?).

Even in the Queen-lull of the mid-Nineties, the company’s annual income topped £10m(?). And, once Brian May had asked Ben Elton to create a vaguely feasible plot that would make it possible to create a musical featuring Queen songs, the company’s earnings rocketed again, and We Will Rock You became a West End smash hit. In London alone, more than two million people have been to see the show since it opened two years ago — not to mention its popularity in Las Vegas, Australia and various European theatres.

YET the magic of the Queen brand is difficult to define. Even at the height of their fame, they were roundly and persistently rubbished by music critics who seemed disgusted, more than anything, by the theatricality that this bunch of ex-students, with their big hair and their clogs, had inflicted on rock music. Former art student Freddie was singled out for much of the blame.

“It was as though they couldn’t forgive him and, indeed, the rest of them for being rather bright — Brian May all but got a PhD in astrophysics before he decided to give all his attention to music — and also very musically talented,” says Queen biographer Jane Higgins.

“It’s rather ironic, given who Brian has now chosen as a worthy (…) to Freddie, that a lot of those critics hated the camp flamboyance of Queen because they were stuck in the (…) days of bands like Free.

“Keep it working class, keep it real — I think that was their attitude. All this stagecraft stuff that Queen were so good at, and which Brian May and Roger Taylor have recreated so successfully in the stage show, just tainted the industry.

“As time has proved, they were wrong. Who, except for a few old hippies like me, remembers who Paul Rodgers is, even though he does still have one of the most superb voices in the business.”

No publicist could have planned Queen’s career path. They did all the wrong things — or so professsional image-makers would have told them at the time. Never mind Ferddie’s dress-sense, which frequently dropped the jaws of producers on Top Of The Pops (but wowed the youngsters), or Brian May’s coiffure courtesy of Charles II’s hairdresser.

There was the widely soundtrack composed for Flash Gordon in 1980, a commission regarded at the time as cred-suicide for any self-respecting rock band and a source of (…) for drunks of a certain age today — but still a solid source of (…) for Queen enterprises. It topped the charts in the USA in all threee categories of rock, soul and disco and sold more than 45 million albums worldwide.

They wrote songs with fabulous (…) and ridiculous lyrics. Neither Taylor or May could explain what the words of Bohemian Rhapsody meant when Ben Elton was struggling to find a way to slot it into the stage show’s plot, snd yet the song remains one of the nations’s favourite tracks of all time. It has twice been a number one hit, the second time after Mercury’s death, re-released after it was featured in Mike Myers’’ Wayne’s World.

And there are hundreds of thousands of people who will tell you that no matter what anyone says the show-stopping performance of 1985’s Live Aid was Queen’s.

There was more jaw-dropping over Brian May’s relationship with Anita Dobson, at the time best known as Angie in EastEnders.

“We know his wardrobe is put together by stylish Swedes but how can any rock legend have his love-life scripted by soap opera and hold his head up high in a nightclub,” wrote one columnist at the time.

THEY remain an item having finally married a couple of years ago. “Any time I try to move away from her in even the smallest degree, my guts drop out,” says May. “It’s been (…) that since the first time I met her.”

And although Freddie’s sexuality was a taboo subject until the day before his death, when he announced that he had the Aids virus, it was not difficult to guess from his music and lifestyle that his love-life was, at the very least, flamboyant. But the power of his charisma made it possible for both gays and sporting types to share the anthem that is We Are The Champions.

No matter what Queen did, or how hard the (…) tried to knock them off their (…), the band were and are still adored by an utterly loyal fan base. It was only right, therefore, that the figure silhouetted against the sky atop Buckingham Palace, playing God Save The Queen on Stratocaster at the beginning of the ground-breaking 2002 Rock Jubilee Concert in the Palace gardens, should be none other than Brian May. Freddie should have been there, too. He would certainly have been invited.

So the group that still needs the record for pulling in the largest paying audience for a single band — 131,000 people at the Morumbi Stadium in Sao Paulo — has few concerns about whether the new line-up will be able to sell tickets.

The new tour will include all the major stadiums in Britain and more spectacular events abroad — they have been asked to play at Nelson Mandela’s concert for Aids charities being held in South Africa in memory of his son — and the new obligatory Hyde Park gig in July. Several dates are already sold out.

“I’m personally not very excited about it,” confesses Jon Kutner. “I was a huge fan and I’m really too young to be a true Paul Rodgers fan. But I talked to Brian and Roger about this comeback a couple of days ago and they are very (…) that Paul is not meant to be Freddie’s replacement.

“They see him as a (…) who had the talent and experience to carry that burden well enough to recapture a bit of that live performance excitement again.

“A lot of people will be very angry but I think they may be missing the point. As Brian says, Freddie himself would rather enjoy (…) people off — he’d probably say: ‘Gor for it.’”

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WRESTLING SCENE Presents RINGSIDE : November 1983

ADRIAN STREET: Not Just Another Pretty Face

“The Exotic One,” Adrian Street has been a sensation since arriving in America. The man with the wild look has proven to be not just another pretty face.

By Jack O’Shea

It’s often been said that looks can be deceiving and this expression certainly fits “The Exotic One,” Adrian Street. When his well coiffeured locks and his impeccable clothes and make-up, one just would never get the impression that “The Exotic One” competes in the rough and tough world of professional wrestling. But after seeing this sensation in action one can easily see that he is indeed a very good professional wrestler.

Street has held the Middleweight Championship of Europe, The Lightheavyweight championship of Europe and the European Tag Team championship while competing in the “Motherland.” After literally controlling Europe Adrian Street decided to take his act to the United States and the “Exotic One” has been the talk of the country ever since.

[The Exotic One, Adrian Street, looks in his mirror admiringly.]

“I felt it was about time to let the world in on my fabulous talents,” Adrian confessed while sunning himself in Florida. “For so long I had been the toast of England and I knew that it was time to conquer America. Every since I’ve been here I have taken the world by storm. First I conquered California. There I won the Americas title and the Americas tag team title with the equally fabulous Timothy Flowers III. Then I traveled to Tennessee, and boy oh boy, did i drive those country folks wild! While there I did quite a bit of bodily harm on the superstiff, Bill Dundee. From there I traveled to Florida and as you can see I have once again taken over. If you still have any doubts, first check Dusty Rhodes’ scalp. In my trophy room I have a nice lock of his hair That will show him not to mess with Adrian Street.

[Adrian Street makes his way to the ring followed by J.J. Dillion.

Adrian Street sends Barry Windham reeling.]

It seems that not only Dusty Rhodes but also Blackjack Mulligan, Barry Windham, and Mike Graham have been waging war against the “Exotic One.” To help him combat these forces of “evil,” Adrian’s manager, J.J. Dillion, hired Elijah Akeem to keep his eye on Adrian. Akeem is Adrian Street’s personal bodyguard. He escorts the “Exotic One” to the ring and is always around in case someone might try to ruffle Adrian’s hair or cause any other serious problems. Since Akeem has joined Adrian’s entourage, not too many people have been messing around with the “Exotic One.” Who would have when you have a 6’6”, 320 pound brute ready to hump in at the first outbreak of trouble.

[Elijah Ajeem removed the handcuffs from Adrian Street as Miss Linda stands by.]

But who is Elijah Akeem and how did he get to be Adrian Street’s personal bodyguard? Dusty Rhodes has the answer: “Can you imagine what the boys on the south side of Chicaho are saying today about old Leroy Brown? Just because J.J. Dillion done bought him some funk jewelry and stuffed him in a three piece suit don’t change him one bit. Mr. Elijah Akeem is still the same old jive turkey that he was the day they found him in a pool hall in Chicago only today Sweet Adrian has helped him come out of the closet.”

[Adrian Street shows off his physique.

Adrian Street grabs Barry Windham around the neck and pounds away.]

Besides Dillion and Akeem, there is yet another pretty face in Adrian Street’s entourage and she’s known as Miss Linda. Actually, Miss Linda has been with Adrian Street since his days in merry old England. Although the two aren’t linked romantically, Miss Linda has been his constant companion for quite a number of years. “Adrian is a very warm, kind hearted and understanding person,” Miss Linda said recently. “He never mistreats or abuses me and he is very generous and considerate too. I feel that it is an honor and privilege to serve him. I help him prepare for his match, accompany him to the ring and assist in removing his outer garments. Once the matches are complete, I see to it that his wardrobe is in order and all of his basic needs are taken care of.” It sounds as if everyone could use the kind of assistance that Miss Linda supplies.

Actually Rhodes, Mulligan, Windham and Graham even appear to be a little jealous over all of the attention that Miss Linda gives to Adrian. “I just can’t see what Miss Linda is doing wasting her valuable time with a stiff like that,” Dusty lamented. “She should be going around with a real man. I could take her to the best little honky tonks this side of the Rio Grande and show her how to have real good time, Texas style, if you know what I mean.”

[“The Exotic One” grabs Terry Allen by the head.]

But Miss Linda has no plans of leaving her man and taking up with anybody, especially Dusty Rhodes. “In all of our travels,” Miss Linda stated, “I’ve never run across anyone as rough or as crude as your American Dream. If that’s the way all Americans act then I surely can see why so many American women go wild for our English rock-n-roll stars.” Poor old Dusty will just have to clean up his act before he could ever stand half a chance with Miss Linda.

[“The Exotic One,” Adrian Street in all his splendor.]

“Right now I feel that I am slumming,” Adrian confessed. “This time of year I’m usually on the south of France enjoying the good life. This is what I am accustomed to, not your run of the mill five and dime stores, your Seven-Elevens and these tacky Taco Bells. Before coming to America I had no idea whatsoever that this country was so backwards. My stay here has totally been an education for me. I know now how the other half lives and it’s sad to say but I actually feel sorry for the hayseed cowboys like Blackjack Mulligan, Barry Windham, Dusty Rhodes and Ron Bass. These people do not know what the good life is all about! They know nothing at all about the theater, the arts, museums, shows, concerts, ballets, recital halls. These merely are some of the things that people with culture learn at a young age in England. This is part of our upbringing, part of our way of life and from what I’ve seen of America it is sorely lacking in cultural events such as these.“

Whenever anyone talks about Adrian Street the only thing that is mentioned is his exotic “look.” Very rarely does anyone ever mention his wrestling ability. Actually, Adrian Street is a very good wrestler. He has a sound fundamental approach to the sport and if you look behind his wild get-up you just may see that Adrian Street is a remarkable wrestler, “I learned the sport is wrestling at an early age,” Adrian confessed. “Wrestling is an art and I am an artist. I know how to preform every move imaginable and then some. I have so many pinning techniques at my disposal that you just never know what to expect next from me when I go stepping through these ropes. I expect to be in America for a very long time, and fans across the country be on the lookout for the Exotic One for soon I will appear in your area too!”

From what we have see if Adrian Street since his arrival in America, it is definite that the man is leaving his mark on the wrestling scene. With his fantastic move and wild mannerisms Adrian Street has proven to be a tremendous athlete, not just another pretty face.

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