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#because sex is so far removed from feelings for me rn
l3viat8an · 10 months
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Nsfw content MDNI
All I have to say is I really wanna fuck the old man Solomon rn- CW: probably typos I’m sorry and dyslexic, afab reader wearing a dress, semi-public hall sex :)
“Bored?” You ask sliding into the seat next to Solomon and finally resting your feet in between dances at the seemingly never ending party. “No. I can just think of something else I’d rather be doing.” Solomon answers a bit mischief in his eyes, you raise an eyebrow “Oh? What?” “You.” Solomon winks and you roll your eyes. “Very smooth, Solo.” “Come on, sneak away with me for some fun~?” “You’re incorrigible.” you smile and Solomon grabs your hand, moving to stand and pulling you with him down one of them empty side halls.
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Your back hitting the cool stone wall behind you, when Solomon decide you’re far enough away from the party, hands tugging clothes out of the way as his lips meet yours and you both let out soft moans. Deepening the kiss as Solomon undoes his belt, his hands quickly moving to bunch your dress around your hips.
Two finger quickly and a little rougher than normal move to work you open, “Solomon…just fuck me already.” you whine and the sorcerer only chuckles, removing his fingers and licking them clean before him kisses you again.
Swallowing your moans as he bottoms out inside of you, Solomon groaned as his thrust got rougher, calloused fingers touching every inch of skin he can reach as his hips collided with yours aggressively, the soft noise of clothes moving and sex slightly muffled but still bouncing off the walls-
“My sweet little star, taking my cock so well.”
Solomon groaned out his thrusts, getting messier by the second as he chased his high.
You have to bite your bottom lip so you don’t cried out at the force, jointing against the wall with every thrust he gave, nails dragging into his shoulders, as you clinged onto him for dear life.
“Can I come inside of you, love?…please can I”
Solomon practically begged as his eyes locked with yours, searching for any type of objection, but instead he was met with small whines as you get lost in the feeling of pleasure running through you. Of his lips pressed against yours as he tries to muffle his own moans.
Breaking the kiss you, nod, “Please come in me, Solo, please” you whine, pleasure clouding your mind as the tight knot in your stomach threatened to snap at any moment.
“Then come with me my little star, come all over my cock.” Solomon groaned as he leaned down, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spilled himself inside of you. The warm feeling of his cum coating your insides triggering your own orgasm as you clamp down around his cock and almost go limp in his arms.
“You did so well, Love,” Solomon kisses your forehead and helps you regain your footing as he pulls out.
Tucking himself away and moving to fix your dress, just as foot steps can be heard approaching you.
You and Solomon share an ‘Oh shit!’ look before a familiar pink head of hair pops into view from around the corner, “Oh, thank god.” you sigh and Solomon laughs.
“Thank who?” Asmo asks a grin of his face, “What are you doing here Asmo?” Solomon makes a point to glare at the demon for almost interrupting.
“I came because, I could feel you two were having fun without me!” Asmo pouts, crossing his arms and looking hurt. You laugh again and Asmo only pouts some more, “Tell you what. After the party‘s over we can all head over to Solomon’s room and have some real fun~” “My room?” “Yup.” Asmo grins like the cat that got the cream lol and loops one of his arms in yours and the other in Solomon’s “Back to the party it is! Then a private after party later~” all three of you let out a little laugh as you walk back.
Albeit you’re still a bit wobbly ❥(^_-)
(actually wrote this last night while my aunt talked about her newest ex husband but fell asleep before I could post it lmaodhskhsjs)
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moremaybank · 1 year
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Hey love i have a request for JJ Maybank or Klaus. him chearing his girl up (with sex) after her football team lost their game. My country lost the first game on the world cup today and I would just need any of them with me rn. thank u<3
SCORED — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
summary jj cheers you up after your favourite football team loses their first game in the world cup.
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, breeding kink, praise kink, language
author's note ik argentina won the world cup (period), but this was requested before they did so yeah. not proofread because i've been drinking 💀
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you sighed, plopping down onto your bed face first. you were enthusiastic mere hours ago, hoping and praying that your team would go far during the world cup. however, much to your dismay, things hadn't exactly gone to plan. all your excitement had vanished, leaving you in a puddle of misery and disappointment.
jj had heard you screaming at the tv from downstairs, so when he looked over at you ad your mopey expression from his side of the bed, he wasn't surprised. "baby, i know you're upset that argentina lost, but it was just one game. they can still take the whole thing," he said as he rubbed your back, striving to ease your heartache.
"i know, but that doesn't mean i don't get to feel their loss with them. it hurts," you replied, voice muffled thanks to the comforter you've smushed your face against.
"would one of my famous back massages make you feel better?"
you lifted your face up from the bed, and your eyes landed on jj's hopeful smile. damn him and his goddamn dimple.
"yeah."
his grin widened, and he straddled your back to work on your tense muscles.
shoving the hem of your shirt up to your shoulder blades, his hands instantly got to work, kneading and massaging your back. if witchcraft existed, it would be in the form of jj's magical hands. they knew your body as well as his own; what made you tick, what relieved your tension, and what actions could leave you at his mercy. he took pride in how he knew you inside out.
as he continued to work through the knots in your back, soft little moans would tumble past your lips, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate. every noise you made echoed in his mind and brought up memories of past moments of passion shared between you two. jj tried to push his thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail. all he could think about was having you in whatever position he wanted while he performed unspeakable acts on you.
so caught up in his own head, jj failed to notice that his cock was getting harder and harder as the seconds passed. it was hard — no pun intended — not to detect. it was unavoidable; he needed you. needed to hear you calling out his name as his cock slammed into you over and over, legs trembling as you clung onto him like your life depended on it.
jj dropped his head, starting to leave wet kisses up the outline of your spine. once he was close enough, he kissed the shell of your ear.
"i don't think i'm the only one who needs help feeling better, j. i can feel how hard you are for me," you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair behind you. "maybe we can help each other?"
"fuck yeah," he breathed in response, moving closer to your face so he could kiss you. your lips touched, electricity coursing between your mouths as you expressed your need for each other with your lips. jj bit down on your bottom lip, tugging at it and drawing another one of those heaven-sent moans from you.
you pulled away, nudging him off you so you could turn over. "why are you still wearing these?" you questioned, fingers toying with his clothes. "take 'em off, handsome."
"you first," he smirked teasingly before obliging and stripping his shirt and shorts off. you also removed your clothes and laid back on the bed as you waited for jj to climb over you.
once he did, his lips found yours again, as one of his hands trailed down your body. he rubbed circles over your panty-clad clit, eliciting a whine from you.
"i love how fucking responsive you are. all it takes is the smallest touch to make you a mess for me," he taunts, rubbing harshly as your hips met his movements. the material separating you from his touch was becoming a nuisance, and you moved his hand to discard them from your body. jj beat you to it, taking the hem between his teeth and dragging the panties down your legs slowly.
the slick seeping from your pussy glistened thanks to the sunlight flowing into the room from the window, and jj visibly salivated as he licked his lips. "my favourite fucking meal," he rasped, before delving in.
his lips instantly wrapped around your clit, knowing that clitoral stimulation was what pushed you over the edge. he didn't feel like teasing you today; he just wanted you to forget about your sorrows and make you feel the best you ever had at his hands. you mewled when his tongue slathered around your sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing it back and forth. he then dragged his tongue down to your entrance, craving the taste of you. "so sweet. always so fucking sweet."
pulling back, he looked up at you. "you wanna taste yourself, pretty girl?"
you nodded furiously in response, loving the way he was speaking to you. his words were just as magical as his hands; they could push you to the brink alone if they wanted to.
jj pushed his index and middle finger into you, thrusting and curling upward as he leaned up to kiss you. your tongues collided as you kissed, and you could taste a bit of yourself in his mouth. the filthy action drove you crazy, and your walls clamped down around his digits.
"shit, j. so close already, gonna come," you whined, head thrown back as jj's lips found your neck. his teeth scraped at your collarbone, and his hand picked up the pace, pushing you over the edge as you reached your first orgasm. you came loudly, trembling as your high coursed through your body.
once you came down, your finger hooked itself in his shark tooth necklace, and you pulled his lips to yours. your free hand slid down his torso, feeling every ridge and dip of his abs before you reached his clothed cock. you snuck your hand in, fingers circling around his length as you stroked him gently. he groaned into your mouth, hips subconsciously moving closer to your touch.
"you're gonna take every inch of me, yeah? your pretty little pussy gonna swallow me whole and keep me inside?"
"yes, baby. need you buried all the way inside me," you begged, giving him the pout he always fails to hold out against.
he grinned, moving your hand from his briefs so he could strip them off. he threw them on the floor carelessly before looking back to you. "do me a favour?"
"anything, j," you whispered, the words true to your heart.
"roll over and put this pillow under your hips for me," he responded, handing you one of your pillows. you nodded, doing as he said. he then climbed back on top of you, straddling the back of your thighs with the tip of his cock brushing against your wet core. he sucked in a breath at the light contact, cock twitching with want. he pushed inside slowly, one hand guiding himself inside and the other resting on your hip. you both simultaneously let out a satisfied moan, feeling the relief quell the ache that burned inside you both.
jj leaned his upper body against your back, his forearms resting on the mattress on either side of you, caging you in. he began to thrust his hips slowly, his cock pushing into you deep with each movement. the position he ordered you into, accompanied by the pillow placed under your hips, had you seeing stars with every plunge of his length. he rocked into you so deeply that it knocked every unrelated thought out of your brain. all you could focus on was how he was making you feel.
"love how good for me you are, pretty girl. my good girl always behaves for me. you love pleasing me, don't you?"
"yes, baby. i'd do anything to make you happy," you replied, clutching onto the sheets beneath you. "love being your little toy and getting to please you."
"love you so fucking much, princess. love how you let me fuck you whenever i want. you're so fucking good for me; make me so fucking proud, baby. you and your tight little pussy," he rasped, hips beginning to rock into you a bit faster.
your walls clenched around him as his filthy words stroked your ego and his equally filthy movements stroked your g-spot just right. you were putty in his hands, biting down on the pillow in front of your face as you whimpered. you never wanted jj to be anywhere else. you wanted him inside you, every minute of every day for the rest of your life.
"c'mon, baby. come for me. i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere," jj encouraged as he left open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder blades, sucking soft red hues into your skin.
"wanna come with you, j. need to feel you twitch inside me and fill me up," you whined, your hand wrapping around one of his biceps as you let him fuck into you faster.
"i'm close, baby. go ahead, make daddy proud and come with me," he said, chasing both of your highs with each thrust of his hips.
"fuck, right there, j. shit."
you squealed as jj let out a loud groan, the two of you reaching your highs together. his hips stuttered while he kept thrusting inside of you, spurring you on as you came. your cunt squeezed him with a vice grip as if it wanted to cage him in.
"goddamn," jj rasped, collapsing onto your back as you both panted, coming down from your climaxes, "that was perfect. you're perfect." he mustered up his energy, rolling off of you. his fingers swiped some hair out of your face as he smirked at you.
your brows furrowed. "what?" you questioned, knowing he was up to something.
"i know your team lost, pretty girl, but you still scored," he replied with a wink, and all you could do was let out a laugh.
"you're an idiot."
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jshookthighs · 1 year
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I rise from the dead my friends, here to deliver you part 2 before slinking back into the shadows. Kinda in my feels rn and want to write an angst piece but honestly idk how well that will go. I apologize for the wait and also if this second part isn’t too good. I’m trying to stay GN so I had to rewrite this a few times to get out of that AFAB! mindset. Be warned that under the cut, we’re jumping straight into it, if you haven’t read the first part, ya might be confused - it’s just straight-up smut y’all under the cut
Warnings: Smut - MINORS DNI 🔞, Grinding, Oral (receiving), Fingering, Needy sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), Subby!Corey, Praise kink, almost getting caught, a wee bit of crying - I am so bad at writing these warnings
Word Count: 2651 (lord help me lol)
ANYWAYS:
Not Just Cuddles at the Radio Tower - technically a pt 2 🔞
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Like a slingshot cranked back too far, Corey snaps forward like a bolt of lightning. His arms wrap tightly around your form, crushing you close to his body. Every inch of him presses deep into you, his hips slot perfectly against yours. It’s like a puzzle piece, and perhaps you were made just for each other - you like to think that you are. However, Corey seems to think you’d fit better without the barrier of clothing as he pulls back just enough to start shoving your shirt up and over your chest. His impatience is too much as he whines when the offensive fabric refuses to go higher so instead he dips down to reconnect his lips to your skin, but this time he presses kisses to the soft expanse of your stomach. From there he licks and bites his way up to your chest, all the while gliding his eager hands over your tummy and down across your thighs, gripping and pulling at all the meat he could, trying his hardest to get you closer. 
However, that seems to rile him up even more as each tug causes him to drive harder against your core, his whimpers and sighs, in turn, causing you to heat up. In frustration, the gentle licks to your nipples turn into quick nips causing your hands to bury deep into Corey’s chocolate curls and yank. The moan he lets out is absolutely sinful. And his eyes? They shine with the threat of tears but are filled with nothing but complete and utter devotion. It makes you want to eat him alive. “Such a good boy, Corey. You’re so pretty.” You can’t help but compliment him, and you’re glad you did because the ramifications are instant. He practically finishes right there, his mouth dropping open into a wanton moan. With that, he’s scrambling to undo the button of your jeans. You honestly think the fabric will rip as he tries to wretch your pants down past your hips. He lets out a cry of frustration and his lip trembles as though he’s about to sob. “I wanna be a good boy, I am your good boy. Fuck - please - I wanna show you. Please!” Corey is basically panting at this point, desperate and willing to do anything to make you feel good. If only he could get your goddamn pants off. You gently grab his eager hands to stop his yanking for a moment. You can’t help but coo at his pathetic expression. “It’s ok, honey, you’re doing so well. You always make me feel good. Here, let me help, ok?” You go ahead and start pulling down both your jeans and underwear for him when he stops you with a whimper and a tug at the elastic of your undergarments. “I wanna do it!” for a moment you’re confused but soon realize that he wants to be the one to drag off that last bit of clothing. It had always been a sort of ritual with you two, wherever you did fool around, Corey made it a point to be the one to fully undress you, saying that it’s like unwrapping a present every time. 
You smile and remove your hand from your underwear to finish pushing off your pants. However, you do take the moment to slip his crooked glasses off the bridge of your boyfriend’s nose, setting them gently to the side. Corey always had the knack of forgetting to remove the frames. All the while, his other hand refuses to stop moving, mapping out every inch of your skin from the tenderness of your throat to the plush of your thighs and everything in between. Wet kisses trail down your form until Corey’s soft lips press into the elastic of your underwear. Pearly whites snatch the fabric tight within their grip and you feel like your heart is gonna explode as mahogany eyes refuse to leave yours - burning through you like flames. Slowly, the garment is tugged away and down your thighs. Corey removes the underwear the rest of the way with his hand once they reach your ankles. Instead of flinging them into oblivion, he stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans. Rough fingers glide up your calves to your thighs, digging his thumbs into the inside in order to pry your legs out wide. Goosebumps ripple across your skin but you don’t know if it's from the slight chill on the breeze or the hungry gaze of your partner. “Can I…?” Corey’s question hangs in the air, his request quite obvious by the way his tongue runs over his lips and his fingernails dig in ever so slightly, causing crescent moons to decorate your skin. You nod “Yeah, hun. Please?” You ask him in return, now squirming in place. 
You’re glad the blanket is below you because your legs are thrown around Corey’s wide shoulders - your body being dragged violently across the roof as a mop of brown hair dives down between your legs. Teeth and tongue and spit blur as rough stubble scratch your soft skin. Corey’s enthusiasm knocks the breath out of you and forces loud sounds to try and claw their way up your throat. Trying your best to be quiet you press the back of your hand tight against your mouth. You can hear your lover grumble. Clearly upset to not hear you, Corey decides to add his fingers to the mix, slicking them up with saliva before easing them inside. With your head thrown back, you can’t help the broken moan that escapes you. In return, you can feel the deep hum of your lover rattle through your core. When his finger curl and press firmly against that sweet spot you can’t stop yourself from clawing your fingertip through Corey’s curls and yanking at the roots. “Corey - f-fuck, baby. You’re doin so g-good. Feels-feels- oh my god! Keep going, need-I need it.” Your praise sends blood straight to his dick and his efforts double - fingers moving fast and hard and tongue lapping up at down zeroing in on the spots that make you see stars. Instinctively, your hips try to escape the intensity of his motions, but the young mechanic is having none of it - his strong arms yank you ever closer, effectively suffocating himself. You’d be worried about his lack of oxygen if you weren’t right on the edge of finishing. “There-there! yes yes yes yes-like that! Just like-shit-I’m close!” You’re panting like a racehorse - moans and whines drifting up into the once quiet night. His name comes out of you like a prayer, over and over until you don’t know any other word. Corey finally breaks away for just a moment to breathe and to beg. “Do it. Come on, cum for me. Do it, do it, I got you.” And with that, he’s back at it full force. But, it takes no time between his actions and his words before you are hurled off the edge and come crashing down into a grand finish. 
Your legs twitch and shake as Corey finishes cleaning you up, lapping up the mess made. You’d say you see white, but in reality, all you can see is the pulsing red blink of the tower, looming over the two of you. Groggily you haul yourself up onto your elbows as your legs are being gently removed from your boyfriend’s shoulders. And boy what a sight you are treated to. His face is flushed red, eyes watery and droopy, and slick coats his nose, cheeks, and lips, and drips down his chin. He’s heaving, trying to suck in as much oxygen as his lungs can take, but he’s got the dopiest grin on his face - canines shining in the light and tongue darting out to get one last taste of you. “God, I love you.” You sigh, petting his head. At that, he can’t help but laugh incredulously, completely astonished that you of all people could love the likes of him. Words are too much for Corey and instead, he chooses to crawl up your form in order to press his lips hard to yours making you taste yourself. The peace of the afterglow is cut short as you feel a rough denim press against you again, only now it’s amplified due to your lack of clothing. Poor Corey was still rock hard and wanting. Who were you to keep him waiting? So, with a huff, you’re grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and coaxing him to flip over so that you’re sitting on top of his lap. Slinking your hands under the fabric, you feel the warm expanse of his sides and chest in order to coax his shirt up and over his head. “You did so well, sweetheart. I think it’s about time we take care of you, hmm?” With fingers dancing over his adam's apple, you can feel your lover swallow hard. “Yeah, yeah-yes, yes, please.” What a sweet thing, always using his manners. 
You smile at that thought as you work quickly to undo his jean button, Corey helping to push both the denim and his underwear down his legs are far as he can, too impatient to kick the clothes completely off. Cock springing out, red and angry. It’s wet with his own slick, terribly turned on from going down on you. Taking him gently in your hand, you swipe your thumb over the weeping tip making the brunette gasp and mewl. Your other hand brushes his warm cheek, soft fingers dancing over the skin there. “You look so pretty underneath me, ya know that? Doing so well and making me feel good. Want me to make you feel good too, baby?” At this point, Corey is nodding so hard that you think he’ll pull a muscle. His hips jump uncontrollably at your words and as much as you want him, you can’t help but want to tease the man a bit. “Use your words, hun. You gotta tell me whatcha want.” In order to give him a little nudge, you begin to stroke up and down. “You. I want you.” Red dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Unimpressed, you squeeze him in your palm a little tight. “You already have me, baby. What do you want me to do?” Shyness has seemed to capture your man, so in order to motivate him a bit more, you stop moving completely. This seems to do the trick because he’s quickly latching his hands back onto your thighs. “In! I-I want you to put it in. I wanna be inside, please!” Now that is exactly what you wanted to hear - and paired with his pathetically needy voice, you don’t make Corey wait much longer. 
You lift yourself so that you’re hovering over top of him, guiding him so that he sits right at your entrance. Before you can sink down, your boyfriend grabs the hand that sits on his chest and gives it a squeeze. “Hey.” It makes you look up from what you’re doing. “I love you too.” The words are soft, yet firm. As if there was no doubt in his mind that he absolutely and undeniably loves you. It takes your breath away for a moment, but when it returns, you lean down to kiss him, plush lips making you swoon. And at the same time, you're sliding yourself down on him, causing the two of you to sigh in unison. Once you both relax, you pull yourself up again before slamming back down. Again and again, you rock and bounce. Moans and grunts escape you both, but honestly, Corey’s getting louder than you. He’s far too gone to care much about anything but the sensation of your rhythmic rocking. In fact, his mouth is open wide, moans slipping out with every other breath, and drool dripping down the side of his chin. Those dark eyes are hazy, staring and ogling every inch of you. It’s obvious that the man is close by the way his hips are bucking relentlessly and how he’s babbling nonsense. “Close-clo- I’m close, baby, please! Need it-need it. Can I/ Can I, please? Wanna cu-cu. Can I cum? Please, please, please, please, pleas-” Your hand quickly comes down to cover Corey’s mouth as you hear a door slam open from below. “Who the hell is out there?!” You knew that voice well, none other than Willy the Kid - DJ of the radio station you and your partner were currently banging on. 
You could still feel Corey wriggling underneath you, upset that he was robbed of finishing. You could hear him whining under your palm. Afraid he’d draw attention, you motion to him to keep quiet with a finger to your lips. “Where are y'all? I know someone’s out here!” The radio host yells out into the night and you assume he’s walking around looking for intruders. Knowing full well it wasn’t a good idea, you slowly rise up and sink back down, trying to be as silent as possible as you continue riding the curly brunette. The only problem is with how precise you’re riding Corey, he’s bottoming out inside you every single time, hitting that deliciously sweet spot inside that makes you curl your toes and bite your lip so hard it feels like the skin will tear. “Damn, I swore I heard somethin’.....I am working too damn hard. Fuck this.” With that, you hear footsteps retreating and the creaking of a door as it clicks shut. Still cautious, you keep your hand planted firmly against your partner’s lips, not trusting him to be quiet. You lean down close to him so that only he could hear you. “You wanna cum? Wanna cum, sweetheart?” Again, he’s nodding violently, eyes begging when he couldn’t do so with words. Not that he isn’t trying - you can hear muffled pleases and yeses, warm breath puffing against your palm. Giving mercy to the poor soul you begin to speed up. “Come on, baby, go ahead and cum. You’re so good. Such a go-shit- good boy. Doing so well. You-you deserve it, hun. Come on, Corey, cum for me.” Thank God your hand is blocking his noises because after a good few hard bounces, he’s practically screaming as he is launched over the edge. Large hands grip your waist tightly to the point of bruising and hips jolt up to press firmly to your own. A moment later, you feel warmth shoot inside you. 
That is the final straw before you yourself are flung into a mind-shattering finish. You collapse on top of him, chests pressed together in a sweaty mess and gasping for much-needed air. His arms come to hug you closer and lips connect to the crown of your head. You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, almost getting caught while having sex on the roof of a radio station and with it also being the first time you both had said “I love you” to one another. Quite the evening overall. After a couple of minutes, you sigh and roll off your partner so that you’re laying side by side looking up at the stars and that ever-blinking tower. “Ya mean it?” The question breaks the silence. “That you love me, I mean.” He clarifies without you having to ask. You don’t even hesitate. “Of course I do. Do you? Really mean it.” Corey squeezes your hand in his. “With all my heart.” Silence falls again, minus the sound of midnight crickets and your rhythmic breaths. Both of you stare up at that beacon of light - that symbol of refuge; its red pulse reminds you of a heartbeat. More time passes before Corey breaks that calm one more time. “We’ll burn it down. All of it. It’ll be just you and me against the world.” And that sounded perfect to you.
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azurelyy · 2 years
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Hi, how are you doing?
I saw that your requests are open and I have an idea for a NSFW fic:
The reader teases her still „friend“ Kakashi just to see how far she can go (because this man has self control) but doesn’t expect all of this to escalate. (How? Idk there are too many options to choose rn lol)
I kind of thought this would be a cute friends with feelings but oh well haha- this man makes me loose all my self control
I hope this is okay, please delete this if it made you uncomfortable etc.
Have a lovely day cutie ;)
Hi, sweet Nonnie! Sorry this took me awhile to get to. My event took more stamina out of me than anticipated!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and that I didn't go too overboard... 😬.
Title: Mine 🍋  
Words: 3.8k
Ship: Kakashi x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW, 'Daddy' kink, "good girl", bondage, light BDSM, loss of control, unprotected sex, 696969, cookie monster!Kakashi, hand job, fingering, softdom! Kakashi, choking
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You were certain that he had set your skin on fire. You winced as you kicked your legs, trying your best to writhe from the silk tie wrapped around your wrists, but Kakashi hadn’t left you any quarter - the binding was tight and, for all intents and purposes, permanent. At least for now.
“Finally done?” He asked, his velvet voice choking you more than his hand wrapped around your throat. You muffled something into the ball gag as you whipped your head over to where you thought he was, the blindfold hiking up your face slightly and allowing you to see a sliver of the room. Your eyes landed on Kakashi’s legs and you bumped your knee into his as your body fell limply into his lap. 
His hands twisted throughout the back of your head and you felt the pressure of the gag lift away. You choked gently as his finger traced the curve of your spine.
 “There’s no way you’ve ever used this stuff.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of Kakashi tying up innocent women, something he most definitely has done. Asking to see his collection was one thing - actually fucking him? That was something completely different.
Not that you’d say no.
He hummed and removed the blindfold swiftly. You locked onto his onyx eyes and smiled when you saw just how red his cheeks were.  “I can neither confirm nor deny your statement,” was his only response. Your stomach boiled with envy as he freed your wrists and you pushed yourself down into his lap, resting your head onto his thigh. His pants were tenting with his arousal and your mouth grew wet at the sight. 
“You can tell me, you know,” you teased, gently tracing up his clothed erection with your index finger. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”
This bet had gone on far too long. It started out innocently enough, Yamato suggesting that you try and get Kakashi to break. It was obvious to anyone with a pulse that the two of you were into each other - hell, even you and Kakashi knew you were into each other - but he was the type of person who never let his emotions get the better of him. Now that he was the Hokage, it was even harder to hang out with him, and you knew getting him to crack was going to be the hardest mission of your life. 
It started small. Lingering touches, light kisses to the cheek and ears, breathing down his neck every time he hugged you. It got even worse when Kakashi caught on to your tricks and started doing some teasing of his own. His hands roamed further down your back, resting on your ass, his teeth grazed across your jaw when you were alone in his office. Every touch was magnetic and electric, killing you slowly.
He smirked down at you. “Friends?”
“Yeah, isn’t that what we are?”
He kept his eyes glued to your face as he put a thoughtful finger to his lips and pondered the question for a heartbeat. “No, I don’t think so.”
Your hand jerked away from him as you sat up, surprised at how hurt you were. What the fuck? As if sensing your anger, Kakashi gripped onto your wrist with the pressure of trickling water, delicate and light.
“What I mean is, do friends do this with other friends?” He gestured to his cock and the sex toys that were strewn about the room as he raised a brow at you.
“I-” Your voice was tied to your throat. You swallowed down the soot that had collected in your mouth as you whispered, “I guess not.”
His hand moved from your wrist to interlock his fingers with yours as he leaned in, his face dangerously close, crossing the imaginary friendship boundary line. The two of you had been this close before, from the countless teasing sessions over the past few months, but this time felt different. Instead of sparks between you, there was gasoline, and Kakashi held the match.
“You’re smarter than that,” his voice had a magnetism in it, drawing you closer, your lips ghosting over his. “Friends don’t do this.”
His mouth brushed against yours, too quickly for you to react, before it smoldered down your neck. His teeth nipped at your sensitive skin as goosebumps raised up along your arms and shoulders, cold tingles running down your spine.
Your pussy was throbbing with need as slick rushed between your legs and you swiftly pushed your thighs together, craving the friction Kakashi wasn’t providing to you. As his mouth sucked at your collarbone, every nerve in your body simultaneously popped and you fiercely gripped at his soft hair, sinking your fingernails into his scalp.
Kakashi was teetering on the damnable tightrope of resistance. Your sounds were loud and lewd, causing his cock to twitch in his pants as he moved to assault the skin of your chest with his mouth. Your small fingers danced in his hair, drawing him closer.
He applied more pressure to your body as he rolled you to your back and laid on top of you, licking his way to the skin of your breast. The invisible caution tape that adorned your body was tossed to the wayside as he gently moved his hands under your shirt and stroked your hip bones with his thumbs, hushed curses sparking around the room.
“If that’s the case,” your voice sounded different like this, as his hands roamed up your body and kneaded at your breasts over your bra. Kakashi wanted to hear this voice forever. “Then I don’t want to be your friend, Kakashi.”
His hands twitched as a large shiver ran up the length of his spine, like freezing rain had been injected into his veins. This game the two of you had been playing was sweet torture. A dumb race that had stretched an unbearable distance, his stamina was wearing thin.
He could touch you but not taste you, could watch you fall but not catch you, could be with you but not ruin you. You were his smoking gun, the one thing in this world that had the capability to beat his heart into submission. He tried his best, he gave it all - but in the end, you had won. He conceded.
He groaned and thrust his hips against yours instinctively, catching his head onto your clit as smoke filled his lungs. The match had been lit and he was burning alive with you. Tonight. 
“Not friends, got it,” he agreed, leaning back to pull your shirt over your head. “Don’t have time for friends anyway.”
His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra as you frantically freed him from his pants. His cock bounced against his stomach, already glistening with precum. It was massive.
Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked down in one, fluid motion. Through barred teeth, he made a strangled sound before he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple. His mouth was heaven against your chest, almost ethereal.
“F-Fuck friends,” you moaned, grazing your thumb across his slit. Your hand was drenched with him, sticky like honey. “Kakashi, you feel so good.”
He trailed his tongue down your chest and stomach, slowly riding to his final destination. He slipped from your grasp and you moved your hands to his hair, dampening the silver strands. The room was spinning around you as he rolled your pants and panties off. Hot breath hit your walls, fanning across your slit; molten hot lava pooled between your legs. 
“So pretty…” he murmured, kissing up and down your folds. His timbre was ragged, rumbling from deep within his chest. “You’re soaked.”
He thrust two fingers into your pussy with ease, pushing past the walls of muscle and drenching himself with you. You had never felt so much bliss in your whole life, it was almost painful, in the most sinful way. If there was someone who could make you come from vaginal insertion alone, it was Kakashi Hatake - and he hadn’t even pumped his perfect cock into you yet.
“Oh shit,” you cried, your thighs crashing against his cheeks. “W-Wait.”
“I’ve done enough waiting,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your clit. Your vision went white, his fingers thrusting into you almost breaking you. He was going to devastate you. “Want to taste you, princess.”
“H-Hold on,” you pleaded, pulling him up by his hair. His eyes were filled with fire, deeply burning through the coal black stare. “Let’s taste each other.”
He had no objections to that. He rumbled a string of nonsensical sentences as the two of you maneuvered on the bed, Kakashi laying down on his back while you hovered your cunt above his face and his cock pressed firmly onto your cheek. His breath was freezing from how hot your pussy was, cooling your core temperature with each small blow.
Your body was trembling over him. Kakashi placed his fingers onto your walls, opening you up like a long lost tome. His gasp hit your cunt enthusiastically before he giggled manically, swirling his thumb around inside of you with an expert’s precision. It made you nervous, how much he was admiring you, almost insecure.
You clenched yourself shut and he growled, opening you up again. “Don’t.” was all he said. His tone was sharp and commanding, something you’d only ever heard him direct at enemies in combat. When he used it on you, it made your pussy quiver with anticipation. You felt juice dribble down your inner thighs as he moaned beneath you, and you pictured your slick coating his five o’clock shadow as he dragged his scruff against the skin of your thighs hungrily.
Unable to form sentences, you opted to lick along the curve of his cock, paying special attention to the largest vein on his underside. It seemed to work. His agile tongue licked up the length of your cunt, slowly swirling into crevices that had never been touched before.
A new sound erupted from your chest, a note you were unaware you could even hit. Kakashi groaned yes into you as he licked to the right of your clit, still teasing you even despite the circumstance. 
You followed suit, rolling your tongue to the right of his slit and licking under the curve of his head. Your vision was nothing but shooting stars when his tongue moved your clit gently to the left and you wrapped your hand around the base of him that your mouth couldn’t reach as you shoved him down your throat, stuffing your mouth with him. 
An orchestra of loud slurping and squeaking of the bed played throughout the room as the two of you devoured each other, rocking your hips with each delicious swirl of your tongues. The air was boiling with tension as your stomach filled with fire.
Your thighs were spasming against his face and all he could smell was you - it drove him mad with ador, made him want to get even further into you, to push himself deeper inside of your sweet mouth. Your lovely teeth gently grazed down the length of his cock and he twitched inside your mouth when he pictured your hollowed cheeks, how your precious eyes were probably leaking tears from the size of him.
“Such a dirty, pretty girl,” he whispered, moving his face down your cunt as his nose brushed your clit. “Want you to come all over my face. Get me soaked.”
You moaned against his cock, his legs trembling beneath you as his muscles tightened. You moved your hand to his loaded balls, squishing them between your fingers as you pulled off him with a loud pop to take in a shaky breath. Kakashi pressed his tongue onto your clit, gently wiggling it back and forth the same way he would your nipple, and his low hum of approval as you clenched your legs tightly around his face is what broke you.
Your orgasm rushed throughout your body, a rush of electricity coursing down between your thighs as hot liquid poured out of you and coated Kakashi’s swift tongue. He slurped your arousal down eagerly, moaning in the most godly way, his entire chest rumbling as the Earth shattered around you. 
You lazily twisted your hand around the base of his cock, igniting him with even more pent up passion. He gripped your thighs hungrily and pulled you down as he thrust his hips up. You stretched your lips over his girth, allowing the tang of his salty precum to coat your mouth and throat fully as you gorged yourself on his cock. His cock; Kakashi’s glorious cock.
The thought alone kept your orgasm going as you shoved him deeper inside your throat, circling along every inch of him with your humble tongue, doing what you could to honor him with your mouth. He twitched inside of you and groaned into your cunt as your final waves of pleasure leaked out of you. 
He pulled away and gave a gentle grunt of encouragement before he whispered, “I’m gonna come, princess.”
That was all you needed. Your pace quickened and you dove the tip of your tongue into his slit hungrily as your hand continued to work his base and balls simultaneously. The vibrations of the moan that escaped you when Kakashi placed a final kiss to your clit is what spiraled him over the edge.
His toes curled and his nails dug into the skin of your ass as he drained his balls into your mouth, allowing you to drink him in fully. His cock was spasming harshly, white-hot seed coming in quick bursts down your throat. You tried your best to keep up, but it was so much more than you expected that you had to pull back to heavily swallow it down to your stomach as the rest leaked down his thick length and onto his balls.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled through salty lips as his thick liquid coated down your throat. “It was so much.”
Kakashi laughed and released his tight grip on your ass. His breathing was heavy and deep, almost gravelly. You maneuvered to lay on his chest and he kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you onto him. 
“Come up here,” he pleaded, pushing you up his chest, “Need to finally kiss you.”
Your cheeks heat up when you realized the two of you had completely skipped the initial first kiss and just went straight to fucking each other with your mouths. I guess that’s what years of teasing will do, you mused.
You hovered your lips over his as you rolled your hips up and tangled your hands in his hair. His mouth was completely soaked in your arousal, and you were certain your lips were puffy and red as brick. His dick poked into your thigh and your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his wet lips onto yours, drinking each other in tandem, sweet and sticky juices coating your teeth and tongues like sacred liquids at a confessional. Your soul spilled out of your body as your heart pounded with the ferocity of a god, and the world completely faded to black.
“Want you inside me,” you moaned, sinking your nails into his scalp. “Want you to tie me up.”
Kakashi hesitated and pulled back, danger in the dark of his eyes, only the faintest hint of storm grey in their depths. “Really?”
You hummed and nosed at the scruff on his chin. “Yes, pretty boy. Gotta put those toys of yours to good use.”
"And besides," you kissed the side of his face to his ear, slowly sinking your teeth into his sensitive skin. "I'm on the pill, so you can come in me too, Hatake."
You moved to kiss him again but Kakashi brought his hand between your bodies and gripped around your throat. His hold was firm, but not painful, not closing your airway. It was a warning.
“First of all,” he stated in a deadly voice, “I’ll do what I please with you.”
Oh, fuck.
“Second of all,” he pushed you off him by your throat and brought his other hand behind his back, grabbing hold of the silk tie, “That’s Daddy to you. Got it?”
His grip around your throat tightened and you fluttered your eyes shut, nodding at him.
“No,” he commanded, dropping his hand. You sputtered as your head fell forward and you peeked at him through your damp hair curtaining over your forehead. “You have to answer me, princess. Or you’ll get nothing.”
Your cunt was seething with lust as you gulped. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Kakashi leaned forward, honing his gaze onto your soul. 
“Yes… Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he grunted, his tone deliciously carnal. Silk wrapped around your wrists as he tied your hands behind your back, pinning you to the bed beneath his muscular frame, hot breath fanning over each bump of your spine.
His thick tip rubs against your clit as powerful hands guided your ass up by your hips, tears stinging your eyes as your head fell to the pillows below, your fingertips numbing with pleasure.
“Ka-” he pulled at the binding tightly - cautioning you - and you gasped out your correction, “Daddy- Please.”
His mouth phantoms over your earlobe, his entire body burning over you as he whispers, “You sure you’re comfortable with this?”
Despite his earlier command, all words have evaporated from your vocabulary, and the one thing you can do in response is push your ass up against his mushroom head, twitching your fingers as a silent cry falls from your lips.
Kakashi makes a strangled sound and brings a hand to grip around himself, applying pressure onto your clit with a gentle swirl of his cock. He gives himself a few good pumps, but he is so turned on that his cock is already primed and ready for round two just from the few minutes of kissing and bondage. 
He smirked against your ear as a singular thought ran through his mind: You have destroyed him.  “You can do it, princess,” he nibbles your earlobe gently in encouragement, “Just say yes for me.”
“Y-yes.” It’s a delicate sound, almost inaudible, and with it, the tightrope act was finished, ending in a spectacular and dazzling array of purposeful falling as Kakashi’s inhumane instinct took over. He drew his hips back, his cock so slick with his own arousal and your saliva that it slipped down the length of your cunt, ran over your ass cheeks.
He garbled out a string of cherry picked curses, punctuating them with a harsh thrust into your sopping walls. The world spun like a top as your vision whited out from the pressure of being stretched out. Your wrists twisted within the soft bindings, yearning to grab hold of something - anything - to help anchor you down.
“So wet, princess.” Kakashi moans, his voice quivering. The crack in his tone alone nearly sends you over the edge. You bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from the impossible warmth threatening to explode within your stomach as you push your ass up more, sinking him deeper, welcoming the stinging pain of him filling you to the brim.
A hand pushes down on your neck, his mouth suckling at the skin of your shoulder. Your mind is hazy from the way he’s thoroughly fucking you, reaching deep into your stomach, curving up to hit your sweet spot.
“Faster,” you moan, drool sliding out from the side of your mouth that is perpetually hung ajar against the pillow. “Faster, Daddy.”
Your voice is filled with a passion that momentarily knocks the wind out of him. You needed him, yearned for him. Soft curves of your body were his to manipulate and ruin as he pleased; you gave him the key to your heart long ago, he just hadn’t opened it yet. Until tonight. 
Suddenly, as he twisted the key and drew it back, everything clicked into place. You wanted him for who he was, not the façade of a man the village knew, or the Copy Cat Ninja, or even the Hokage - you wanted Kakashi. And he wanted you. He had always wanted you.
He felt warmth spread throughout his chest, ignoring the fact he was allowing you to command him, as he obeyed you fully, increasing his pace as his balls slapped against your ass harshly, sticking to your skin with each pump. 
He reaches his arm around your stomach, holding you in place as he grabs hold of your heat. One finger, then two. Slowly rubbing your clit. Up. Side to side. Circles. Every time you squirmed, he mimicked the prior motion. When you clenched your cunt around him, he swirled harder; deep pressure electrified you. Your thighs tense so tightly you think they might explode, and when he spasms inside of you and you feel the bit of hot liquid he can’t hold back leak into your core, you let go completely.
You achieve the impossible in a moment of extreme intimacy as Kakashi whispers praises, guiding you through your orgasm with each thrust of his hips, each swipe of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue at your neck. Your inner thighs are hot and sticky with your arousal as you moan out his name like a lifeline and he finally cracks and spills himself deep inside of you, his dick spasming with the final few messy pumps. 
The two of you collapsed forward in a mess of sticky skin and mangled breaths. Your hands dig into his stomach, still harshly tied behind your back. Kakashi grunts as you wiggle them against his abs, trying to untangle yourself. Mercifully, he maneuvers to release you and then rolls you over onto him as he buries his head in your hair and you rest on his chest.
You lay there together, sinking deeper into the silence of the afterglow, hardly aware of your bodies. You are two souls floating around the universe, completely alone, infinitely together in the darkness. 
Your heartbeat fluttered, pulling you back to the reality of the situation slowly, like waking up from a dream. You peek through dark eyelashes to find Kakashi's anthracite eyes, his beautifully flushed face growing brighter as he cleared his throat and smiled down at you.
“So, if we aren’t friends…” you start, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. “Then what should I call you now?”
He hummed lowly and wrapped you in his legs, leaning his forehead to rest on yours. “Call me what you want,” he responded, sighing. “I’m just going to call you mine.”
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dott’s offical velma thoughts
watched eps 1 and 2. i only wanna talk about stuff i haven’t seen hashed out a million times. because im tired
heres what i LIKED:
like i said, the designs are sooo good. i LOVE the designs
the childhood pics of velma and daph were sooo cute
velma’s mom is sweet :) i like her from what we’ve seen. i doubt she left i bet shes part of the mystery
velma dealing with hallucinations/trauma and fred dealing with his dad making him feel inferior masculine-wise could be really cool plotlines if they were in a better adult scooby adaption
the guy whose leg gets cut off was a funny gag. thats the kinda gory joke i wanna see in an adult scooby adaption
“500 DOLLARS?? THATS LIKE A MILLION DOLLARS”
the drugs being named after their catchphrases is funny
velma and daphne’s romance so far is really cute and probably the best part of the show. yeah i know velma tried to kill her in episode 1 i really dont care at this point
daphne’s writing has its issues but shes still the best member of the gang in this one
the mystery is interesting and i wanna see how it plays out. im interested to see that aspect of it
heres what i DID NOT LIKE:
“fred’s creepy sex van” die mindy kaling
the meta 4th wall breaking shit. all of it. at this point im SO sick of this trope just let it die and make something genuine and beautiful for once
daphne’s lesbian cop moms. why do the lesbians always have to be COPS!!!!!!!!!
daphne’s cop moms pulling GUNS ON VELMA
fred’s voice is Not Good. velma and daphne’s voices sound good at least but i dont like fred’s voice acting. i think glenn howerton could be a great voice actor for another character but it just doesn’t sound like fred to me
velma’s dad being verbally abusive to her and velma being mean to her stepmom. what an unhealthy family
shaggy calling velma a bitch. literally evil
SWEET BUT PSYCHO IS IN THIS FUCKING SHOW DIE DIE DIE
all the other factors that people have talked about ad nauseum. the metoo joke. the h*tler joke. the jokes about fred’s genitalia. so on and so forth.
emphasizing that shaggy isn’t a stoner doesn’t really hit. either make him smoke weed, or don’t bother bringing it up. you can’t have it both ways
this could have been an original property and NOTHING would change. they really did just make this a scooby doo IP to make as many people angry as possible. i 100% believe that.
it’s just not funny. even if everything offensive was removed, it just wouldn’t be that funny of a show.
MISC THOUGHT: i dont really give a shit that scooby isn’t in this show. other members of the gang have been absent before and it’s been fine. he’ll be okay
anyway. im not viscerally angry rn. it had a few things i liked and am probably going to cling to but overall it was shit. i think waiting for a bit to watch it softened the blow. if i had went in completely blind, i would be seething at this moment. but i already did my seething
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Oz Rewatch 3: S3E03: Legs
Apparently when we were watching 2x03, I typed something wrong into google and thought THAT episode was titled “Legs”… We even wondered why the episode was titled “Legs”. Turns out, that episode was titled “Great Men” and THIS episode is titled “Legs”…which makes a LOT more sense—2x03 was the episode that Glynn was being a bastard to Miguel for personal reasons.
Anyway, these week’s storylines are as follows:
Gloria goes to the news about the negligence of Garvey and the attempted suicide of Miguel; Devlin does damage control; Garvey is removed from Oz
Stanislofsky arrives at Oz
On Death Row, Shirley suggests to Richie to take Schillinger down with him
McManus visits Snake on Death Row; inmates discuss Coyle; McManus visits Augustus in PC; Coyle is killed on Nappa’s orders; Pierce and Wangler plot revenge
Ricardo issues—feeling abandoned, trouble with Hughes
Said hunger strike continues; wins points
Howell and McManus argument; McManus tries to get Glynn to fire Howell
Murphy becomes the new supervisor of Em City; O’Reily problems; Murphy and O’Reily bond about being Irish; Murphy agrees to give pointers about Cyril’s boxing training
Pasquin vs Pacamo first boxing match (Biker vs Italians)
Aunt Brenda comes to visit Ryan and Cyril; worried about the boxing outcomes, Ryan decides to bribe one of he christians to give him drugs to drug the water bottles; Cyril wins against Robson
Bob diabtes problems; Bsumalis spits in his own food to put off Schillinger; Rebadow meets his son and grandson
Nappa has HIV, moves into Unit E
Keller post stabbing; starts to see Sister Pete; Beecher reveals that he (possibly) (probably) was the one to stab Stabler
Andrew Peter Schillinger arrives. Tobias sighs according to the captions. But it looks like laughter
if my points in this suck an there’s typos it’s because I can’t feel my face rn lol especially near the end of things
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Sister: When did she start wearing sweater? She’s turning into the priest guy. They share a wardrobe?
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Sister: That means nothing
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I always thought it was kind of funny to have Miguel looking so damn cozy in the hospital ward but Sister pointed out that they were probably just doing it to cover Miguel's neck/not wanting to do bruise make up or having failed to do it convincingly
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Sister: oh, she’s making one of those Nazi arm band things?
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Sister; That guy’s the leader of the latinos now? Me: No Sister: Oh so the other guy is just lazy about showing up to things? Me: Maybe he’s in the hole. Sister: And he has the nerve to tell Miguel he’s not brown enough…
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Sister: What’s he going to do with that basket anyway? Me: He could fashion it into a weapon… Sister: Make a trojan horse. An even gianter gift basket that he hides inside...
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Sister: Can you be on HBP medication and not eat? Me: I think they just forgot about that
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I still don't understand tbh. What’s the implication here? That he’s going to bite off the rest?
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Sister: I thought he said 'bitches not around'.... Me: Same
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Sister: (rolling around) This is so BORING… you’re not the Joker… Carry ON….
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Sister: This guy was a serial killer in Bones. He ate people, I think.
Stray Thoughts
I had forgotten what Stanislofsky’s crime was but I didn’t remember it be Possession of Stolen Good with Intent to Sell lol
Sister thinks the inmates are far too impressed with Miss Sally’s assets; “If they saw real pin up girls their heads would explode”.
Ricardo fucked someone’s cousin at a wake; sex at wakes seems to be a surprising trend in this show
Carlo shirt; same style as a shirt Chico has in season 6. Then again Jaz Hoyt has the same shirt in one episode of s4 or s5 (more likely). I like to think they sell it in the commissary
Tony Masters wearing a shirt that say “I <3 Cops”… Ironic?
Brenda's “You got the devil in you” bit always reminds me of the “Ya just like ya fatha” vine.
TINy LITTLE CHCO CLAPS ( edit: ok my bad, he wasn’t clapping, he was rubbing his hands together like a little housefly)
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oh wow Fiona’s unitard had a g-string. work
Narrator says he was a sprinter. Is he speaking as Augustus?
The fact that I managed to not misspell everyone names in this write up (Caught them all, anywya)…. I think I kept calleing Augustus McAllister lol And Elliot Stabler
Jorge is always in the background of Library scenes, I’ve noticed. Literate king.
Not enough Miguel? I kept Rick Dalton pointing at the screen whenever Chico was there because I am 😭 somewhat Inebriated at this point
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Are there any plots that you just refuse to take seriously and/or hold against the characters, because you find them to just be THAT stupid or ooc?
Like for me, I just simply cannot be bothered about Santana's role in the Brody mess. The whole plot was clearly about giving Finchel that "stay away from my future wife" moment that we're meant to swoon over, and Santana was nothing but a plot device to get Finn in the room. So whatever. I am not engaging.
And it's slightly different, but I still mostly ignore the entire Lucy Caboosey plot. To this day, I mostly view it as them grasping for something to mock about Dianna, and coming up empty, they were like "let's just have fun destroying a pic of her in photoshop". The only good thing I took from that plot was it allows Santana to call her "Lucy Q" in fics.
Okay no more procrastinating answering this, hey Anon. Sadly I can't say I took so long because I've come up with a myriad of examples. Truth is, Glee's both a) so inconsistent and b) so far removed from reality at times and tonally shifting all the time that there are a bunch of moments we could dismiss as OOC. It actually seems to be an issue that everyone has that line in the fandom where they ignore things but the line is somewhere else in each case. Fun, thanks Glee.
For me, I actually don't cut Santana slack for that one because it was a big Yikes and unfortunately something she would at least sorta do. I do fully consider Finn a freak for it as well and hate the framing of the scene. As for Lucy Caboosey, it's funny, I've never known where I stood with that. I still don't. Honestly, since I can make it work I don't hate it all that much. I often feel like I do a lot of the heavy-lifting for the writers, more so than they deserve but Lucy Q is one of those that I can sort of make work so I don't ignore it.
An example of my own that immediately comes to mind is the infamous sex tape, of course, which is played for laughs and is the second most infuriating thing Flopson has written. Wow that man's scripts suck. I simply cannot treat it seriously or even as part of canon most of the time because it's just so icky. Maybe that makes me a hypocrite because I won't hold it against Britt's character but I just refuse to engage with that plot on any serious level. You can't, it's non-consensual distribution of underage p*rn played for laughs. Not even good laughs! Pathetic.
Another much less serious example that comes mind, and one that pisses me off regardless of it being a minor instance is Rachel and Mercedes' bathroom scene in 100. When Mercedes says Santana is one of high school ghosts? When she and Rachel commiserate about people like Santana and Quinn? No. Absolutely not. I refuse to indulge this pity fest designed to reestablish Rachel as the ultimate underdog despite all her dreams coming true. I refuse to let the writers throw not one, not two, but like four rich and interesting female dynamics under the bus. All so we can be clear who the baddie is and get rid of any sort of nuance in the Pezberry feud. They can pry Sancedes from my dead cold hands, and same goes for Quinncedes. Wasn't it enough throwing Quinntana under the bus in Trio? God, where does it stop.
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Those moments often annoy me much more than entire storylines do. When the writers can only elevate one friendship/relationship by downplaying another. It's a sign of weak writing and I hate it. It's like they treat personal relationships as a zero-sum game. Anyway, other than that I'm blanking on standout OOC moments. I'm sure there are loads, like I said Glee's inconsistency is awful and happens not only from episode to episode but within 45-minute spans. It's inevitable that many moments will feel OOC and completely out of place. The ones I'd care most about are, naturally, Santana-related ones, but for better or worse I can integrate just about anything into a logical arc for her. Except for not talking to any of her friends in season 6. But I don't see that as an in-universe problem.
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Yap session bc wow.
Pretty sure the dude that rejected me (situationship ://) is getting a crush on me bc like. One of the last times we talked he was like "oh ur trying to get me to like you". And it's like. No I'm not. You literally rejected me and the more I think about it, I didn't even want you, I just wanted the idea of a boyfriend that I was projecting onto you. He's conservative and talks about how conservative his parents are (which I don't vibe with at all). When we first met, he was still moping about his ex gf who he had broken up with over a year prior. And like. We were both in high school (16 + 17 ://). And I'm sorry but how meaningful can a fucking highschool relationship be? Go to therapy.
Plus he'd like vent without asking and then I'd give him advice and then he'd just shoot it down and be like "no that wouldn't work anyway I'm a piece of shit" and like. Okay, why are you coming to me then? If you're not taking any advice then why are you bitching? You didn't even ask, you just did!
But the moment I even mention my past drug addiction (not in detail and not in a mopey way. Just matter-of-fact), he's like "oh no please don't mention that". Like. Shut the fuck up oh my godddddd. I am not trying to be with someone who can't even handle hearing the most watered-down descriptions of substance abuse.
Plus I just do not trust this guy like. I don't kink shame but here's my red flags: he's conservative, enough said on that...He misgendered me in a sexual way without asking (I did play along bc I was stupid and scared to say no but whatevs). And he did stop when I told him to but the fact that he didn't ask before was highly suspect bc he fucking met me as a trans guy.
And he's also weird about pregnancy. Which I played along with too of the act of breeding is appealing but like. I'd rather have a tapeworm than a damn fetus bc at least I wouldn't be forced to let that parasite live off of me. Dude also mentioned baby trapping like. "oh I feel like you'll force me to get you pregnant" and like. I literally said that I wanted to get my uterus removed and 2: you're the one bringing pregnancy into this don't fucking pin it on me!!! Like I feel like if we actually met up I'd have to triple check and be sober bc what if this guy actually does this shit? Why else would he keep mentioning it?
Like idk he's also asked me about trans kids and like. 1: I don't keep up with any trans people irl, 2: I haven't started transitioning yet so why the fuck are you asking me? I'm not the arbiter of trans people, my guy. Like he acts supportive but I feel like deep down this dude doesn't even respect me and he's gonna try to change me. But that could just be paranoia, idk...
Either way, I don't really get that much out of talking to him. As embarrassing as it is, I've started using those ai bots (says the bitch who is vehemently against ai "art") and they've been much more fulfilling emotionally because they tell you what you want to hear. And you can change the answers. They're hollow, but good for short term stuff bc I don't have the energy to talk to people rn (and I haven't been talking to anyone or really leaving the house on a regular basis...kinda just wasting the year so far..). Especially not this guy.
Like. We don't have the same interests, our tastes in music are similar but also too different and he doesn't get it™️ like I do, his beliefs are like too different from mine. He's also said misogynistic shit about sex workers which. I don't fuck with that, you literally watch porn, you fuckin hypocrite. And the more I think about texting him, the more I see it as a damn chore.
Like idk I just. Do not have a lot of investment in this guy. I think I was just lonely and projecting. And obviously it's not healthy for me bc I resent him but it's not healthy for his annoying ass either. He shouldn't have friends who secretly hate him. So idk I think I'm just gonna delete my profile and start again, also block him bc my dumbass 16 year old self gave him my number.
But like. My gut is telling me not to. I have been taken advantage of before in the past and I'm just getting a distinct deja vu. Even if it's not intentional on his side, I don't think it's good for me. Like the first time he texted me (in over 2 years after I ghosted him with no attempt to reach out to him (take the fucking hint)), it felt like seeing a box of pills in the CVS aisle. I was thinking "god, I shouldn't do this...but I should see what happens, maybe it won't be as bad as last time...." Just that same feeling I got when I decided to relapse.
And like dude. It's always gonna be as bad as last time: quit taking chances on shit that you know will fail you!!! So Idk. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I shouldn't talk to someone who just drains me, bc that'll drain him too. Plus I'm allowed to not fucking like someone and the guy didn't even wish me happy birthday or congratulate me on my 5 months of sobriety. Things in my status. And I know he reads statuses bc he messaged me about one of them before. Plus he rejected me on my birthday!!!
And now you wanna come crawling back and then act like I'm obsessed!?!? You were the one who came back into my life, not the other way around! I was over you until you came back. And now I'm over you again. But you're not over me. But you're so fuckin allergic to commitment that you just wanna keep acting like I'm smitten with you. After you strung me along with no regards for my feelings. Not because you're evil, but because you're fucking dumb. And I'm not dealing with someone who's that stupid. Hope you work your issues out, but I'm not here to fix you, nor do I want to. That's on you!! Figure it out!!!
Anyway um if anyone read this far thank u. Feel free to add input just please be nice. And uhhh. Aita???
#cj rambles#vent#situationship#gay#mlm#trans#ftm#dude i hate it here#minors dni#like seriously. you literally rejected me.#and then came back and was like 'oh ur trying to get me to like you' when I'm literally NOT.#like. i say im interested in a relationship and you get cold feet.#but when i move on from wanting a romance with you you fucking turn around.#which tells me that you dont want me. you just want to be desired without having to reciprocate#and frankly i dont deserve that like. you used me as a rebound once and that was on you.#but im not letting you play me again. even if you want to change. bc frankly i dont like you bro#and also i hate the raceplay it makes me feel like a piece of shit like i dont genuinely believe but. its too far for me.#like i just feel awful doing it and i dont like this guy enough to feel comfortable doing it now that i think ab it#and hes weirdly fixated on me being white too like. i get it. im pale. i look dead at times. chill.#i would like that same energy to b directed to my transness pretty please. actually not the same energy but still....#like idk the vibes are horrendous rn i just dont know how to cut him off bc i dont want him to worry about me (or try to contact me again)#like idk this may sound mean but...Yeah im gonna be mean actually#this guy is a fucking loser who needs therapy i don't have the patience to fucking deal with him#like hes beneath me bc he's conservative/sexist/lowkey transphobic/doesn't do a lot of introspection.#and maybe that's selfish but that's just more reason to not associate with him. bc this is gonna turn toxic bc im losing my patience yk?#plus i can't do long distance. i need quality time and physical touch. you can't kiss and cuddle through a screen.#also our aesthetics are very different and he's hot but he's not my type. also i don't like his voice. and i have a thing about voices.#also his dick is too big like. i can't get 3 fingers in and that thing just looks like it would hurt. im good. im not a size queen.#like idk the more i think about it the more i realize that we r not compatible#i dont want you bro just fuck OFF!!!
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duuhrayliegh · 3 years
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to the rest of your lives
pairing: sebastian stan x reader (singer!reader implied)
warnings: language, fluff, smut at the end (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], cream pie [kinda], aftercare)
a/n: this was partly a request, partly a prequel of one of my other fics (not a dull life), but here you go. i’m working through my requests rn, it’s slow going, but i promise they’re coming. i love yall
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“The decision to marry you wasn’t one that I came upon lightly. It was a culmination of experiences that made me realize that I never want to live without you.” Sebastian’s eyes glazed over, the creased paper trembling in his hand. “I could never imagine that I would end up here because of a TV interview, but life’s funny like that, I guess.” He took in your face, the small tears running down your cheeks, streaking your makeup. His thumb, still shaking with nerves, left his grip on the paper, swiping the tears away. “Not yet, darling. I’ve only just begun.”
The image of you in the airport flashed through his mind. It was Christmas, so you were leaving the warmth of LA for the cold of New York to spend Christmas with his mother. First time you were ever meeting the woman, and he could tell that your nerves were starting to weigh in.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” Your hands wrung together, Sebastian smiled, sympathetic to your worries. He was scared too, after you left his mother’s, the pair of you were headed to your parent’s house. Instead of trying to equate his anxieties with yours, he stroked your hair, pulling you to his chest by the back of your neck.
“She’s going to love you, Y/N.” Sebastian pushed a kiss against the bucket hat covering your hair. A feeble attempt at concealing your identity to the crowd of people around you. He felt you inhale his scent, feeling your pulse drop as you kept yourself flattened against him.
“You don’t know that.” Your words were muffled, speaking against his pec making a laugh rumble through his chest.
“I do know that.” Your head retreated, just far enough to stare him in the eyes, but not enough to remove his soothing hand from your hair.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I love you.” He watched as you bit the inside of your cheek, your whole mouth shifting to the left.
“Yeah, that’s a good way of knowing.” He laughed to himself, trading your hair for your hand, pulling you with him as he boarded the plane.
“Ma! We’re here!” Sebastian shook the snow from his shoulders, wiping the flakes from your back as well. He pushed you in between your shoulder blades as his mother rounded the corner.
“Oh my baby!” His mother’s accent was thick and it made you smile. Sebastian watched from behind as his mother engulfed you in a bear hug.
“Hi, Mrs. Georgeta.” You were overwhelmed, holding the woman in front of you. Sebastian watched as she squeezed you, picking you up and spinning you around.
“Nonsense, call me Ma. Everybody does.” You nodded, following her as she dragged you to the living room.
“Oh yeah, hi Sebastian. It’s good to see you, Sebastian. Oh, I love you, Sebastian.” He mumbled under his breath as he trailed behind the two most important women in his life.
“You hush, we’re having girl time! Plus, I talk to you all the time, don’t be a whiny baby.” Sebastian’s jaw dropped, hands raising in defeat.
“Sorry, if I would also like attention, Ma.” He threw the comment over his shoulder as he retreated to the kitchen, hearing just soft whispers emit from the living room. He filled a glass of water for you, taking a sip for himself before invading your ‘girl time’ with his mother.
“Thank you, Sebastian.” He sat down beside you, receiving a grateful peck on the cheek from you. “Ma was just about to pull out your baby pictures.”
“Oh god, no Ma, come on. This one actually likes me, can we save that for never?” He jested as his mother flipped through the stack of photos in her lap.
“Don’t think just because you’re grown I won’t ground you, fiul meu.” He rolled his eyes, settling into the couch before sensing your discomfort. You had asked him to teach you Romanian when he told you that his mother still favored the language in her home. He was surprised at how quickly you picked it up, opting to have broken conversations in his native tongue to further your understanding.
“Fiul meu. Do you know the English translation?” He leaned forward, whispering his words against your shoulder in case you didn’t want Ma to hear.
“My son?” He smiled into your shirt, nodding as you beamed, proud of yourself.
“Vorbești românesc?” Your eyes widened, and Sebastian shot his mother a warning look.
“I speak a little, I understand it better than I speak it.” Ma’s face contorted, impressed at your knowledge. “I know that you prefer to speak Romanian in your house, so I wanted to try and comply with that. Although I think comply might be the wrong word because it’s not like you wouldn’t let me in your house if I didn’t speak Romanian, right?”
“Ich mag dieses, Sebastian.”
“Ma.” He chided her, his heart swelling with pride anyway because his mother likes you. “One language at a time.” Sebastian’s hand rubbed your back, small soothing circles to keep your worries away.
“I love your decorations, Ma.” Your voice was quiet, admiring the room around you to stave off your anxiety about the phrase his mother said in Russian. Sebastian watched as the twinkling multi-colored lights caught your eye, drawing you from the couch to examine the ornaments on the tree in the corner. “Did you make these?”
“I was like five.” You plucked a handmade reindeer ornament from the tree, holding it up.
“Is this a moose?”
“It’s got a red nose! It’s Rudolph!”
“Seb, I hate to break it to you, but this is not Rudolph.”
“I was five!” His mother laughed from her end of the couch. “You’re not going to defend your loving son?” Ma raised her hands in surrender, shoulders still shaking with laughter.
“It does look like a moose, Sebastian.” His jaw dropped, eyes flicking between the pair of you, his mother now joining you beside the tree.
“Oh my god, there’s two of them.” You giggled, leaning toward his mother, bumping your shoulder with hers. Ma wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into her side as she kissed your forehead.
“Come on dragă, let’s go check on dinner.” She patted your back, leading you into the kitchen. Before you followed, you started over to Sebastian, kneeling in front of him.
“Y/N, I love you so much, but my Ma’s in the other room, should we be doing this now?” Confusion laced your features until you got his joke, your face contorting in disgust.
“Quit it.” You shoved his collarbone, “I think she likes me!” You ran off before he could agree, leaving him smiling on the couch by himself.
Although this wasn’t that house that Sebastian first grew up in when they moved to America, there were plenty of memories embedded in the walls. Your favorite story was of the struggle getting Ma’s grand piano up the building’s narrow stairway.
“I swear, dragă, I thought Sebastian was going to have a heart attack!” She encouraged your motions in kneading the bread for the load of cozonac. Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching as you interacted with his mother all on your own.
“Ei bine, ai de gând să stea doar acolo sau aveți de gând să ne ajute?” (Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to help us?) Ma’s back was turned to him, but like every mother, she had eyes in the back of her head and a sixth sense that told her when her son was being too idle.
“I’ll help. What can I do?” He clapped his hands together, kissing your temple as he settled against the counter next to you.
“Finish off the filling for the cozonac.” Sebastian never thought that he could be so happy as to watch you dance around his mother’s kitchen. He watched from the stove, admiring the two of you twirling around each other, laughter filling the home once again. Sebastian peered through the cut-out bartop of Ma’s kitchen, admiring you as you placed the table settings carefully, just learning of their importance to Sebastian’s mother.
Ma came to rest beside Sebastian, wrapping her arm around his waist lovingly. Her son may be taller than her now, but he’s always going to be her little boy. She placed a small kiss on his bicep, staring at the man through her lashes.
“​​Wenn du ihr einen Antrag machst, Sebastian?” He smiled at the question, catching your eyes for half a second before you darted your gaze away, a blush rising on the back of your neck.
“Soon, Ma.” He turned to lean his back against the countertop, knuckles turning white from his grip. “I want to ask for her father’s blessing first.”
“Dragul meu Sebastian, întotdeauna domnul.” (Oh my dear, Sebastian, always the gentleman.) The switch back to the tongue Sebastian had been teaching you was intentional, your beaming smile greeting them from over the counter.
“Suntem gata pentru cină?” Your elbows balancing on the table as your chin rested in your palms.
“Of course, dragă! Let us eat and celebrate!” She patted your back, swatting at Sebastian’s shoulder for him to grab some food from the kitchen. Though his mother made him sleep on the couch that night, he couldn’t have been more sure in his decision. He was going to propose to you.
Your eyes glistened with more unshed tears, the fat droplets bubbling up against your waterline, just begging for you to blink so they could spill over. Unfortunately for them, you wouldn’t dare. You were too enamored by Sebastian’s vows to you. His recollection of his decision to marry you. Too enamored by the obvious tremor of his nerves, the first time he’s ever been visibly nervous in front of you.
“Though you look absolutely ravishing tonight, dragă, I can’t help but to adore you more when you are dressed down. The absolute epitome of comfort, lounging about the apartment in my shirt and those horrific Captain America sweatpants you insisted on buying.” Your head dropped, the pieces of hair framing your face falling over your nose, making you wrinkle it in displeasure.
He couldn’t remember much about meeting your parents, just that he was scared shitless of your sister. Sebastian didn’t think that he had ever met anyone so intimidating in his life. The second that he stepped into your parents house, he wasn’t sure what to think. There were pictures of all of your family lining the stairway to the second floor, and a cheesy portrait of you and your sister hanging beside the door that he stopped to admire.
“We took that as a joke. Those are our Dad’s old Hawiian shirts that we found in the attic.” Your sister uncrossed her arms, stepping beside Sebastian at the wall. “Along with some of our mother’s old jeans from her high school years. In truth, acid wash was not our best look.”
“Hallie!” He leaned over to her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. It wasn’t the first time that Sebastian had met your sister. She had come to visit you often in LA and New York, desiring a change of pace from the restrictive small town you hailed from.
“Hi, Sebastian.” She returned his hug, pulling him further down to her height. “Did you get taller since I saw you last?” Unlike Hallie, you had dropped the stereotypical Southern twang in your voice the second you could, much like Sebastian and his own accent.
“No, you just got shorter.” He rested his arm on the top of her head to emphasize his point. Hallie shook his arm off her head, fussing over her hair immediately. “Tell me. How prepared should I be?” He glanced around the foyer of your parent’s home.
“They’re all here. It’s like a goddamn family reunion in this bitch.” She led him through the house, his eyes still searching for your familiar face.
“Sebastian!” His ears perked at your voice, gaze darting around the room for you. Eventually, you approached him, swimming through the many occupants of the room.
“I think they’re going to violate the fire codes for the house.” Your sister quipped from beside him, making him giggle under his breath, a noise that doesn’t often escape him.
“Come in! Meet my Mama and Pop.” Your fingers threaded through his, pulling the mass of a man to the kitchen. On the other side of the island stood an inviting looking man and a stoic woman. His heart rate increased, anxieties rising as he endured their judgement. “Mama, Pop, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my Mama, Francine and my Pop, Jackson.” Your father smiled at him, offering Sebastian his left hand to shake in a greeting.
“It’s so good to finally meet you, Sebastian. We’ve heard so much about you.” Sebastian reached forward, stepping out of your tight grip to approach your father.
“It’s good to meet you too, Mr. Y/L/N.” He beamed at your father, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He turned to your mother, hoping for the same welcome. Only instead to be greeted by her steely glare. Sebastian straightened his back, thoughts running through his head. Scratch that thing about your sister, your mother was his real fear.
“Oh come here! I can’t pretend anymore!” Her facade broke, launching herself into Sebastian, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Aren’t you prettier than a speckled pup in a little red wagon!” Francine retreated from Sebastian’s body, her hands gripping his cheeks. “You sure this one played that broodin’, ne’er-do-well, don juan on the telly?”
“Yes, Mama.” You pulled your mother off of Sebastian, that Southern accent you worked so hard to get rid of trickling in by the sentence. “Now let the poor man go. And I told ya to not mention that.”
Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing to let you know it was okay. He watched as your mom raised an accusatory finger at your sister.
“Blame that one! She made us all watch his movies.” Your brows furrowed, head whipping around to Hallie.
“You did not.” She shrugged noncommittally, raising her hands in surrender as she giggled. “You don’t watch out I’m gonna cream ya corn, hussy.”
“You’re the hussy!”
“I am not!” Your father walked to stand beside Sebastian, appreciating the moment.
“It’s been a minute since another man’s been in the house.” He faced the continuing argument between you and your sister.
“You’re surrounded by so much estrogen so much of the time, Mr. Y/L/N. I honestly don’t know how you handle it.” Sebastian joked with your father, learning from you that was the best way to stay on his good side.
“Oh please, you can call me Jack.” He leaned closer to Sebastian, whispering underneath the increasing loudness of the girl’s argument. “If my Y/N likes you as much as she claims, then you’ve earned it.” His heart warmed, feeling his cheeks go with it.
“I told ya to leave it be!” You turned back to Francine quickly. “Which ones did she show ya?”
“The main ones?” You groaned at your mother’s unhelpfulness. Sebastian smiled, shaking his head at you, deciding that now was as good a time as any to calm you down.
“Dragostea mea, it’s okay.” Sebastian ran his palms over your arms, calling your attention to his presence before you.
“See? Seb is fine with it.” Hallie walked past the two of you, a smug smile settling on her face.
“Wait, but which ones did you suggest?” Hallie giggled at Sebastian’s question.
“Well, not Monday. Or The Bronze. Or Endings, Beginnings.” She rounded the both of you, leaning in closer. “You get naked a lot. Is that like a kink or somethin’?” Sebastian huffed out a laugh, holding you back from launching yourself at her.
“Thank you for your astute observation, Hal. Always a pleasure.” Sebastian was speaking through his peels of laughter. “And are you really that interested in our sex life? I can be very open if you want me to be.” Your hand covered Sebastian’s mouth, biting your cheek to stop you from giggling yourself.
“Hal, this is not happening anymore! Come on, Seb, let’s go meet the rest of the bunch.” You took his hand, leading him back through the throngs of people. You placed yourself on the arm rest of the couch, sitting beside Sebastin who occupied the free cushion. Conversations swirled around him, though he was able to ground himself by the touch of your fingers tracing random circles into his shoulder.
Eventually, the excitement wound down, conversations becoming lax. More and more people began to notice Sebastian sitting quietly in his corner, speaking when spoken to, happily observing the interactions of the people surrounding him.
“Wait a minute!” One of your younger cousins, Stacy who was around eighteen, pointed her finger at Sebastian. “I know you! You’re like totally famous!” Sebastian’s eyes furrowed, pointing a finger at your face.
“Yeah, she’s totally famous. Big singer gig.” Sebastian laughed into your shoulder as Stacy kept talking.
“No, like you’re famous famous.” She twisted her phone in her hands, screen illuminating her face with a blue glow. “I’ve got to tell my friend Ainslee, she’s like obsessed with you, she’s going to flip.” Sebastian grimaced, he really wasn’t here to be the center of attention, he just wanted to spend a nice Christmas vacation getting to know your family.
“Stace, can you not? Please? We aren’t here to make a huge deal, alright?” Stacy shot you a glare, clearly unhappy with your decision, but put her phone away anyway.
“Fine, I’ll wait until after the festivities die down, but I do want to tell her.” Sebastian watched as Y/N waved Stacy’s comment off, murmuring something about her getting her proof eventually.
“Speaking of, you two, how long are y’all planning on stayin’ with us?” Sebastian’s head turned to face Francine who had taken up residence on the couch cushion beside him. Your head swiveled to face Sebastian just as he did you.
“Well, uh, we haven’t talked about it?” It was a question directed at Sebastian, understandably so. The pair of you had spent actual Christmas Eve and day wrapped in each other’s arms in your apartment in New York. Never leaving the bedroom for anything other than bottles of water and bags of snacks.
“We spent a few days at my Ma’s house, so it’s only fair that we spend the same amount of time here too.” He turned back to face Francine and Jackson, “That is if you don’t mind us staying.”
“Oh! Of course not, we’d be delighted to have you!” Sebastian beamed, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head on your arm closest to him. The night began to wind down, the younger kids being put to bed in the upstairs rooms of the house.
“Alrighty, I know it ain’t much, but all the other rooms are taken, so I hope y’all don’t mind.” Francine stood with her hands on her hips in front of the couch, beginning to take off the cushions. “It pulls out and blows up, so it’s a decent sized mattress, just everywhere else is full.”
“It’s fine, Mama. Thank you.” Sebastian had joined Francine in her effort to unfurl the couch. Just as Francine went to say something else, most likely going to excuse the use of the pull-out couch, the doorbell rang, echoing through the now mostly empty space.
“I’ve got it!” Stacy came bounding down the stairs, clad in shorts that were ‘wildly inappropriate for company’ as you later remarked to Sebastian. She yanked the door open, unveiling Ainslee. Sebastian snickered to Francine as he watched your arms cross your chest, anger rising in your body.
“Hey, Ainslee, how’s it going?” Ainslee waved at you, shooting nervous glances over to Sebastian’s back as he was making up the bed with your mother.
“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming in for Christmas this year. Thought you’d be too busy with all your songs and shit.”
“Ainslee!” Your mother spun, facing Ainslee with a glare. “I don’t know what kinda language your Mama tolerates, but we don’t speak like that in this house.” Sebastian stood to his full height, standing behind you as Francine scolded the eighteen year old.
“Sorry, Fran. It won’t happen again.” Ainslee shot you a look on her way up the stairs, trailing just behind Stacy. Sebastian smiled into your shoulder as Francine apologized for Ainslee’s behavior.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl.” She quickly dismissed herself, retreating to her own bedroom for a well-earned night’s sleep.
“Had I known how many people were going to be here, I wouldn’t have suggested we come down.” Sebastian waved off your comment, digging through your bag for your pajamas.
“Oh please, if I can handle you and Hallie when she comes in, your whole family is a piece of cake.” He thrust the outfit into your hands, shooing you off to the bathroom to change before bed. He took his time getting ready, trading out his jeans for sweats, as a courtesy seeing as how he was in your parent’s house. Sebastian brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink, careful to avoid the dishes from dinner that he decided to take care of as well.
“It’s weird seeing you act domestically.” Sebastian jumped at the new voice, turning to face Ainslee and Stacy sitting at the counter on the bar stools. He considered her comment, head tilting to the side a bit.
“Why’s that?” His hands continued washing the pots and pans, placing them on the drying rack beside the sink when finished. Ainslee shifted to the front of the island, deciding to sit directly on the countertop, Stacy soon following after her.
“Well, just every role you’ve ever played has been some kind of fucked up.” Stacy’s voice sounded over the loud spray of the faucet. “I think the closest to domestic that we got to see you was Frank from Endings, Beginnings?” Sebastian’s head lifted from his task, staring out the window above the sink. He made a face to the window, carefully considering his next choice of words.
“Wasn’t that one a little bit too mature for you two?” They giggled at his word choice, clearly not chosen carefully enough.
“I mean, if that one was a little mature for us, then what was The Bronze?”
“Mm, or Monday?” Sebastian’s eyes widened at the window, his heart rate increasing. He really didn’t know what to do, he was almost positive that these two eighteen year olds were going to blackmail him or something. He spun, facing the both of them with his hands gripping the counter behind him.
“I don’t really like where this is going.” He cautioned, mostly to himself, but loud enough that they could hear him as well. Ainlee and Stacy raised their hands in surrender.
“We come in peace, Stan.”
“What do you want?” Ainslee shot a look at Stacy. “I’m trying to make a good impression on Y/N’s parents and I feel like her eighteen year old cousin and her friend watching my movies that show a lot of my acting range isn’t the best thing for them to find out about.”
“Why do you want to make a good impression?” Stacy asked a loaded question. Nobody beside Hallie and his mother knew that Sebastian wanted to propose to you. He was planning on getting your parents alone, so he could ask their permission. As traditional as it sounded, he wanted your parents to like him. Sebastian checked around the corner of the kitchen, straining his ears to listen for your presence.
“Can you two keep a secret?” They shared a look before nodding eagerly. Sebastian tiptoed over to his bag on the mattress, nudging his head for them to come see. He glanced around the room again, making sure you weren’t going to interrupt them.
He dug to the bottom of the bag, fingers holding the small velvet box. He ran his thumb over the fabric, one particular spot already worn from the amount of times he had done that same motion. He gripped the top half, peeling it from the bottom. Just there, set against a brilliant red cushion was the engagement ring he bought for you to wear over six months ago. His eyes trailed up to Stacy and Ainslee who were shaking in their seats.
“You’re proposing!” Stacy’s voice was a little too loud, making her cover her mouth quickly. “You’re proposing!” She whispered harshly, leaning forward to inspect the ring Sebastian chose. Footsteps thudded against the wooden stairs causing Sebastian to panic and slam the box shut, shoving it back into his bag.
“You’re so not stealth.” Hallie joked as she approached the three of them in the living room. “Let me see! I haven’t seen it since we designed it.”
“You knew?” Ainslee sounded betrayed by Hallie. Truthfully, this wasn’t the first Sebastian had heard of Ainslee. Y/N had mentioned her to him several times before, always in conversation about Stacy though.
“Of course, I know. I’ve known since the beginning. It’s all in the way he looks at her, now give it.” Hallie held her hand out expectantly, the black box sliding ever-so-easily into her grasp. “It looks great, Seb.”
Sebastian was proud of his creation. He had it made specifically for you, with the help of Hallie of course. The white gold band sparkled in the reflection of the diamond. When first designing it, Sebastian had chosen a larger stone, but Hallie quickly stopped him. ‘She’s not one for the big diamonds, not super materialistic. Go with something that calls to you, but keep that in mind.’ Sebastian was proud of it, and he couldn’t wait for you to be his.
“Oh my god, Y/N Stan. Ains! Can you believe it! I’m going to be related to Sebastian Stan!” Hallie made a face, Sebastian laughing under his breath immediately afterwards.
“Now you two know, can you forget that you’ve experienced my,” he coughed, “acting range?” Stacy waved her hand, Ainslee answering for the both of them.
“I mean forget is a strong sentiment, but we won’t mention it.” Sebastian laughed, slightly uncomfortable at that, but nonetheless he was happy that he wasn’t going to be exposed.
“Off to bed, you two. We’re going shopping tomorrow with Y/N. She’s going to need a new outfit.” Ainslee and Stacy groaned as they were rushed away from the living room. “Oh, also your soon to be fiance is passed out on my bed. Come remove her please and thank you.” Sebastian shook his head, following Hallie up to her room. He turned the corner, laughing out loud when he recognized your sprawled out figure on the white duvet of Hallie’s bed.
“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny, now get her out!” She made a motion with her hands toward the door. Sebastian approached you, slotting his arm under your waist and neck, carrying you bridal style back to the living room. He yanked the covers back, tucking you in as he fell beside you. You snuggled into his chest, moaning softly as his fingers gripped your waist.
“I love you, Sebastian.” He smiled, kissing your forehead as you drifted off. He glanced at your face, making sure you were asleep before replying.
“I love you too, Y/N Stan.” He’s going to propose to you.
“And now, here we are. Standing before our family and friends,” He took a breath, laughing to himself, “and ya know, Hal,”
“Hey!” The crowd laughed, a pleasant feeling settling over them.
“Just kidding. But, here we are. Professing our love for one another. The decision to propose to you, to marry you, wasn’t one taken lightly. I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be very important to me, I just never could have guessed how important.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, biting the inside of his cheek as tears ran down your face again.
“And now here you are. Standing before me. Looking as beautiful as you always have. Making me feel like I’m finally worthy of the love and affection that you’ve always shown me. And I hope,” He took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it then holding it to his forehead as he spoke.
“God, I hope I can make you feel the same exact way for the rest of our immortal lives.” He watched as Y/N’s chest shook with her inhale, a smile spreading over her features. She stepped forward, kissing his lips quickly.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, sis.” Hallie leaned forward, laughter sweeping through the audience again. You excused yourself, looking at Sebastian’s shiny black shoes.
“Sebastian, if you could take Y/N’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s thumb ran over your knuckles, tracing random patterns into your clammy skin. “With your whole heart, do you take Y/N as your partner, acknowledging her strengths and accepting her faults, as she does yours? Will you be hers in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?”
“I do. Y/N, you are my person, my love and life, today and always.” The ring slid onto your finger, joining the engagement band. The one that he had slid onto your finger as you sat before a fire in Death Valley. A small squeal brought Sebastian out of his head, to you biting your lip and gripping his fingers as you took deep breaths.
“Y/N, if you could take Sebastian’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s hand fit perfectly in your grasp, a small sigh escaping his lips as your nails scraped against his wrist. “With your whole heart, do you take Sebastian as your partner, acknowledging his strengths and accepting his faults, as he does yours? Will you be his in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?”  Sebastian’s eyes caught yours as you slid the band onto his finger.
“I do. Sebastian, today I marry my best friend, the one I have laughed with and cried with. The one I have learned from and shared with, the one I have chosen to support, encourage, and give myself to through all the days given us to share. Today, I marry the one I love. Today, I marry you, Sebastian.”
“You can’t throw rice on your wedding day!”
“Why not? It’s tradition, Hal!”
“No, she’s right, you can’t. Rice swells in the stomachs of birds and kills them.” Your mouth gaped, eyes darting over to Sebastian who was minding his business on the couch.
“Are you hearing this shit?” Sebastian made a face.
“I know you don’t want to hear this--”
“Not you too.”
“But they’re right.”
“Et tu, Brute? Et tu?” Sebastian shrugged from his spot, not paying you anymore mind. He knew you wanted the wedding to be perfect, but the amount of planning you were doing was weighing too heavily. “Oh well, we’ll figure something else out.”
“More importantly! The bachelorette and bachelor parties. Seb, has your best man been planning your bachelor party?”
“I’m sure Anthony has been planning it since our first press tour together. You don’t need to worry about anything, Hal, he’s got it covered.” Hallie pointed a finger at Sebastian.
“I’m going to need his number, I’ve got an idea to run by him.”
“What’s that?” Stacy sat on the other end of the dining table, labeling the place cards for the reception.
“Well, I can’t very well tell the likes of you. You and Ainslee almost told Y/N that Sebastian was going to be proposing!” Stacy’s eyes widened as Sebastian’s head turned to face the group, slowly.
“You did what now?” Stacy ducked her head, not meeting Sebastian’s eyes.
“In my defense, I shouldn’t have been trusted with the knowledge in the first place!”
“You were blackmailing me!”
“Only a little!” Sebastian’s jaw clenched, rising from the couch quickly.
“Okay, Stace, Hal! It’s time to go. I’ll see you later!” You rushed the pair out the door, settling in front of Sebastian. His chest heaved with his breaths, jaw ticking every now and then. He stared at the wall behind you, not meeting your eyes.
“I love you.” Your hands fell to his pecs, feeling his heartbeat against the clothed skin. “Our wedding day is going to be magical, but do you know what’s going to be even better?”
Sebastian’s eyes dropped to your face, shoulders releasing the tension that had built up. His hand ran over your arms, covered by one of the Henley’s he had stolen from set. His fingers traced their way up to your face, cupping your jaw then running his thumbs over your cheeks. He made a small hum, eagerly awaiting the moment to hear your voice again.
“The marriage.” You pressed forward, shifting your weight to your tiptoes, pecking the corner of his mouth. “Our marriage, Sebastian. And as much as I would like for our wedding day to be perfect and to go off without a hitch, I know it won’t be what I’m picturing in my head. Something is going to go wrong. That one uncle of mine is probably going to show up drunk.”
“Mm, Anthony’s speech is probably going to be horrific.”
“Hal’s too, I’d imagine.” You laughed, forehead resting on his chest, that beautiful smile gracing your face, the one he loved and adored so much. “Nonetheless Sebastian, we will persevere.” He backed away from your body, making you strain your neck to look at him.
“I like that.” He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you back to him, back to where you’re always going to belong. “We will persevere.”
“Vom persevera.” Sebastian’s head tilted, taking in Hallie’s profile. In the lighting, her midnight blue dress appeared black, contrasting against the reception hall floor beautifully. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to go over that with Sebastian.” The crowd laughed, seated at round tables covered with table clothes of the same midnight blue. “It’s Romanian for ‘we will persevere.’ It’s a phrase spoken haphazardly, one thrown about with caution, much like another three worded phrase.”
Hallie shifted, swallowing audibly into the microphone. Sebastian’s eyes dropped, gaze falling to you. Your head was tilted back to take in Hallie’s form, only allowing Sebatian to see the side of your face. And what a beautiful view it was. The white of your dress covered your arms, though exposing your shoulders and collarbones, decorated with the lovebites that Sebastian left on you last night. As much as your makeup artist and both your mother and Sebastian’s mother tried to convince you to cover them, you just couldn’t do it. Telling him later that it was just another way you were connected to him.
“When we were little girls, Y/N was never one to talk about love. Although she did talk about it later in life. I remember when we were about nineteen years old, Y/N told me what she thought of love, what she believed love truly was, and what it felt like. ‘Hal,’ she said, ‘love is accepting someone for who they are and not wanting to change a damn thing about them. Love means that you’ll always have someone there for you during your highs and lows. Love means that even though you aren’t guaranteed happiness, you are guaranteed that you’ll have someone to fight for it with you.’ Granted, she said all this while drunk off her ass, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels that we stole from our Dad’s liquor cabinet.”
Sebastian laughed into your neck as your head dropped into your hands, groaning at the broken memory. Hallie waited for the laughter to die off before continuing.
“But what’s funny to me, is when I asked Sebastian what love meant to him.” You turned to Sebastian, brows furrowed, unaware of the conversation that Hallie was referring to. “It was the third or fourth time I had visited them in New York, I was going ring shopping with Sebastian. It was about a year or so into their relationship, though he waited to propose until at least six months after he bought the damn thing. I remember we were perusing the different shops, avoiding the paparazzi so Y/N was none the wiser. We had just left like the fifth or sixth shop, still ringless, and I turned to Sebastian, asking if this was his subconscious telling him he didn’t actually want to get married. I received an immediate no, the explanation followed a few blocks away, when we finally admitted defeat for the day and ate lunch. ‘I just want everything to be as perfect as her, so I’m having a hard time picking the right one. Also, I’m terrified that she’s going to say no when I ask her, which would be a whole other thing.’ I tried reassuring him that Y/N would obviously say yes because she’s beyond infatuated with him, but all he could say over and over again was that he didn’t want to fuck up because he didn’t want to lose her.”
Hallie paused again, locking eyes with Y/N. “He can be very poetic when he wants to be because he told me. ‘I don’t need anyone to complete me, but I need someone who will accept me completely and Y/N is that person for me. Y/N makes me unbelievably proud and I strive to make her proud, as well. I love listening to her, and laughing with her, and spending a Saturday morning with her. I love her with every fiber of my being and I want to spend the rest of time with her by my side. So, help me not fuck this up.’” Tears ran down your cheeks, making Sebastian smile into your shoulder, swiping away the remnants of them.
“Sebastian! What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your own room, we aren’t supposed to see each other!” Sebastian’s head cocked to the side.
“You’re in the elevator too, miss ma’am.” A smile spread across your features, abandoning all hope of staying away from each other. You threw yourself into his arms as the elevator doors closed, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
“I was on my way to come see you. I think I’ve grown too comfortable sleeping next to you.” Sebastian smiled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the exposed flesh. After you released your arms from his neck, he took a second to admire what you were wearing, which was little to nothing.
The tank top did little to cover your breasts and didn’t protect you from the bite of the cold hotel air, making your nipples bulge against the fabric. His hands shifted to your ribcage, thumbs running back and forth over the side of your breasts, enjoying the sharp intake he listened to you take. The elevator doors opened again, remaining on the floor of your room.
“Shall we, Mrs. Stan?” He held his hand out to you, waiting for you to lead him to your room.
“Absolutely, Mr. Stan.” Sebastian trailed after you, pushing the door of your room closed with the help of your body. His hands roamed any skin he could reach, eventually latching his lips onto your neck and collarbone, sucking harshly at the flesh.
“Dumnezeule, cȃt te iubesc, Mrs. Stan.” He spoke against the column of your neck, pausing his feverish mannerisms to take in your debauched state. Your head tilted back, allowing him the opportunity to roam your skin uninhibited.
“I love you too, Mr. Stan.” Your chest heaved, bouncing against Sebastian’s as he pressed you against the door. “Mă ruineze, te rog.” The words slipped out of your mouth, snapping Sebastian’s eyes to your face. He hadn’t taught you that, so you must’ve learned it on your own. His cock jumped at the request nonetheless, ruin you? His fucking pleasure.
He lifted you by the back of your thighs, transporting you to the bed. Sebastian unceremoniously dropped your weight onto the plush mattress, blanketing your body with his own just seconds later. Your hands traversed the expanses of his back, bunching and pulling at the fabric of his shirt to remove the infernal thing. Only to moan appreciatively when it was finally removed, displaying his freckled chest to you. Sebastian sucked on the pulse point of your neck, loving the way that you reacted, dragging your dull nails down his back, surely leaving marks that would only grow darker by the second.
“Fuck, Y/N, such a good girl for me.” He leaned his weight to one side, pulling at the hem of your tank top. His mouth traveled south, thoroughly appreciating the parts of your body that made you whine and squirm for him. Sebastian’s knee slotted in between your legs, hooking against your core, allowing you to rock against it, getting the friction that you oh-so-desperately were begging for.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” Sebastian paused, hands halfway down your pants, itching to feel the amount of wetness that had accumulated because of him. He dropped his head against your collarbone, kissing there lightly, starting to remove his hand.
“You’re right, we should be responsible.” He shifted, laying beside you on the mattress, exhaling loudly. The bulge in his pants wasn’t going away anytime soon. “I should--”
You shifted, swinging your leg over his waist, settling your core against the tent in his pajama pants. His hands immediately fell to your hips, pressing you further into him, eyes closing at the feeling.
“I hate being responsible.” You leaned down, hands threading themselves in his hair as you kissed him furiously. “Plus,” you pulled back, lifting yourself off his lap to hover there, making a low whine escape from the back of Sebastian’s throat. “We’re getting married tomorrow.” One of his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips again.
“Pre-wedding celebration, if you will.” He yanked your hips back down to his lap, eyes rolling back at the contact.
“We deserve it.” You bit his bottom lip, swallowing the moan that sounds as you do. Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore, hooking his leg under your calf to flip his body over yours.
“Totally deserve this.” He attacked your chest again, leaving little red marks scattered across your breasts, trailing down to your nipples.
His hand traveled back down to your pants, pulling the fabric from your core. He shifted, shimmying the shorts off, tossing them somewhere in the room. As he stood before you, he watched as your hands untied the knot at the waistband of his pajama pants before shoving them off his hips. Sebastian smiled at your giggling as you retreated from him, laying out on the duvet. Your hands raised, beckoning him to come join you.
“Ești o fată bună, Y/N.” Sebastian covered you again, nudging your legs apart with his hands. “Tu ești fata mea bună.” He listened as you let out a shaky exhale, anticipating his hands on your skin. Anticipating the feeling that he was going to give to you.
“Yes, I’m your good girl, Sebastian.” You whined, pulling at his hair, tugging at the strands that you could reach. “Please, Bastian. Just--” His fingers entered you, an eyebrow raising as he stilled his movements, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you without question.” He twisted his hand, rotating his fingers as he listened to the sound of how wet you really were.
“I want you, Bastian. Just you, please, Please, fuck me.” Sebastian’s teeth hooked onto his bottom lip, dragging his tongue over it to soothe the ache he caused.
“Alright, I’m here.” He removed his fingers from you, much to your dismay. He hiked one of your legs over his hip, adjusting the angle he thrusted into you from. Sebastian leaned down, biting into your shoulder as he entered you, the tightness of your pussy making his eyes roll back.
“Fuck me.” He breathed out, enjoying the way your head tilted back, eyes clamped shut as you tried to adjust to the intrusion.
“You’re so big, Bastian.” He smirked, placing one of his hands on your stomach, feeling the slight bulge of his cock in you. “Oh my-- Bastian!”
“Yeah, take it, baby.” He thrusted, hips rearing back only to drop his weight back to you, bottoming out each time.He removed his hand from your stomach, lifting your other leg to his shoulder as he continued pounding into you. His movements never ceased, reveling in the way that your face screwed up in pleasure.
“You’re doin’ so good, taking your fiance’s cock like this.” Sebastian’s hips stuttered as he felt your walls clench around him. “Mm, you like that? Knowing that you’re being fucked by your fiance?”
“Sebastian!” Your moans continued growing in volume and Sebastian could tell that you were nearing your climax. He watched as your hand traveled to your clit, rubbing circles on the exposed nub.
“Go on, touch yourself for me, Mrs. Stan.” Your walls clenched again, making Sebastian drop to his forearms on either side of your head. “That’s it, doin’ so good for me.”
“Sebastian! I’m goin’ to cum.” He leaned to one side, eyes locking with the place that connected the both of you. Sebastian shifted, thrusting deeper into you at this angle. He whispered sweet nothings and encouragements into your ear as he felt your walls constrict around him with each hit of his hips.
“Haide, mai fă-o odată dacă te face să te simţi bine.” That was what did you in, the whisperings of Seabstian’s voice in his native tongue. Go on, do it again if it makes you feel so good. He felt your orgasm as he continued, never letting you rest as he began chasing his own high that wasn’t far behind. His fingers fell to your abandoned clit, overstimulating the nub as he drove his hips into yours.
“Come on, Y/N, încă unul pentru mine.” Tears spilled over your waterline, dripping into your hairline as Sebastian continued. Come on, Y/N, one more for me.  He prolonged your orgasm, throwing you into another as he reached his own high. His hips stalled, pelvis resting against yours as he panted above you. Your eyes were closed when he looked at you again, making his brows furrow. His hands ran over your face.
“Y/N? Baby?” He ran his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks. “Come back to me, baby.” He kissed your forehead as your eyes opened, revealing your blown pupils staring back at him.
“That was so worth it.” He huffed out a sigh of relief, pulling his hips back from yours as he watched the combination of your cum and his leak from your spent pussy. He swiped his finger through your folds, bringing the moisture coated finger to his lips. Sebastian’s eyes slid closed as the flavor that was distinctly you burst over his tongue.
“So worth it.” He collapsed on the bed next to you, resting for only a minute before gathering the supplies to clean up the mess he made.
“I would help, but I don’t think my legs work at the moment.” He peered at you from the bathroom. There weren't any lights on in the bedroom, only the sliver of open window from the curtains, allowing the shine of the moon into the room. He stood back, admiring your silhouette in the moonlight, wishing he had his phone to capture the moment.
“Shh, this is my job.” He kissed your lips as he dragged the damp towel over your sensitive core, smirking at the way you jumped when the rough fabric met your clit. He laid down beside you, pulling you under the covers, still completely naked.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Your chin rested on his chest, gazing at him through your lashes. He looked down at you, absorbing the image of your face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.
“I’m ready for the rest of our lives, dragă.” He kissed the top of your head, tucking your body into his as he snuggled into the comforter.
“I’m ready for the both of you to shut the fuck up.” Hallie stood in her robe near the door joining your room with hers. “Did you have to be so loud whenever you fuck?” Sebastian felt your laughter as you pressed your face into his pec.
“I’m not going to stop a lady when she’s appreciated a good fuck, Hal.” He raised one hand in surrender, not really giving a shit.
“Yeah, well I hope it was worth it.” Hallie walked away, slamming the door shut as she left.
“Good night, Hal!”
“Shut up!”
Hallie looked around the room, settling her eyes on you and Sebastian. She opened her mouth to speak but no words left. She chewed the inside of her cheek, deciding how to best finish her speech.
“You never know when you’re going to find your person. I hope that one day I’m as lucky as the both of you. I wish you all the happiness the world has to offer.” She raised her champagne glass. “So I’d like to make a toast, to happiness. To eternal love. To Y/N and Sebastian, may your love last as long as you both do. To the bride and groom. To the rest of your lives.”
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My best friend, my p*rn 
▸Johnny x camgirl!reader (cam girl au, best friends to lovers) ▸ 2,103k words ▸ Fluff, Smut ▸ Cam girl reader, prostitution, online bidding, heavy making out, lots of kissing, lots of touching, fingering, mentions of oral sex male receiving, oral sex female receiving, mentions of sex  ▸ Requested, see anon message at the end of this drabble. 
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Being a cam girl is something you’re not proud of but it pays the bills and puts food on the table. Bringing pleasure to other people is not the best idea but you kinda like what you do and it’s like living a double life where in reality you’re this simple college student but when you’re live or on-air, you’re very popular that girls and boys beg for you.
Of course, the only person you trust knowing your double life is your best friend Johnny, whom you don’t is madly and deeply in love with you ever since the two of you became close friends. When you told him that you’re a cam girl, Johnny supported you all the way and became a regular to the point that he has become your anonymous generous tipper.
“User chicag0127 is being generous again- wow. I’m speechless. Thank you”
Tonight is kind of a special broadcast because you hit 100k followers and you have a surprise for everyone. “To celebrate our first milestone, I’m gonna hold an auction online, the highest bidder will be featured two times during my live stream this month....”
Upon hearing what you’re saying right now, Johnny cannot believe what has gotten into your head. Then he remembered, you were three semesters late on your tuition and the school might not let you graduate. “Fuck- you could end up with a creep! Fuck- Savings savings” he was quick to check his savings and easily closed the deal with you. He was sweating the entire time, scared that maybe the next higher bidder next to him might win you, but Johnny was successful.
“Sorry folks, but as expected, user chicag0127 is the higher bidder. I guess you will see us on my next live then!...”
After your live stream, you are more than thankful for chicag0127. The money went straight to your college tuition and now you can relax and not worry about the school holding you up for graduation. That night, you told Johnny what happened through text and waited for his reply before you go to bed.
You: were graduating together! That user that I was telling you, just covered my whole tuition.
The smile on Johnny’s face and the happiness that he felt was priceless, knowing that he could help his true love.
Johnny: Why didn’t you come to me in the first place? You know that I have money saved from my internship right? And idk where to spend it haha!
He jokes so he won’t sound suspicious.
You: it’s your money Johnny, you earned that because you worked hard during your internship.
And that night, you slept like a baby knowing that all is well.
One week later
You were sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only your silk robe and nothing else underneath. Any minute now, user chicag0127 will arrive and you're very much excited to meet your anonymous bidder. When the doorbell rang, you opened the door with a flirty smile that’s replaced with a confused expression when you see Johnny in front of you.
He was quiet. He was waiting for you to realize.
Then....
“Y-you’re”
“chicag0127”
“R-right... because you’re from Chicago and you’re Korean... fuck- I mean, come in, welcome. D-do you want coffee?”
Johnny went inside the hotel room quietly and without saying a word. To be honest, he didn’t know what to do too, like you, he’s confused and nervous. But would you rather see a stranger? So he balled up his courage and confronted you.
“You sit on my lap whenever I’m busy playing games on my phone, kiss me good morning whenever we have sleepovers, heck I already saw you naked because you don’t close your room whenever you dress up and you will say it’s completely fine-“ he breathes heavily and combs his black hair with his fingers, “I don’t understand why are you like this all of a sudden. I can leave you, know? But you can't disappoint your fans”
“Right we cant” you don’t know why Johnny feels like he’s a stranger now but you suck it up and remind yourself that Johnny paid for this. “You paid for this” you added while fluffing the pillow.
“Hey. I did not do it because I want to take advantage of you I did it because you could end up with a pervert a drug addict or an abuser” he points his fingers at you and sat on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“You’ve been tipping me for months!” You bite back, “Fine-Okay okay I get it. Uhm... wear this they can only see our lips, bodies, and not our faces” you hand him the silk mask that’s similar to what you’re using.
“This is our first day so kissing and touching only no more, no less,” you said, and upon explaining the instructions to Johnny, he proceeds to strip in front of you. Unbuttoning his dress shirt and looking so hot like he always does. You gulp when he’s only wearing his black pants in front of you, ready to remove his belt and his pants.
“On the second day, oral sex, however you like it. 69, blow job in the shower, anything then that’s it-oh and one more important thing. No talking you can whisper and make sounds but no talking for your safety. People might recognize you”
After explaining what’s needed, you dimmed the lights, closed the curtains, and setup the camera.“The live will automatically stop in thirty minutes”
“So we can kiss and touch for a whole thirty minutes?” He asked.
“Yes”
“I paid all my savings and thirty minutes is all I get?” He murmurs but you didn’t hear it. You pat the space on the bed next to you as you wait for the live to start automatically in five minutes. When he’s right beside you, waiting for your next move the room is cold and silent as he watches you remove your silk robe. He has seen your boobs far too many times, but this time it’s special like he’s seeing it for the first time again. ‘I'm sorry, he mouthed’ thinking maybe this is hard for you because you’re best friends.
‘It's okay,’ you mouth back because you would rather be with Johnny than a creep.
Slowly your faces move closer until your lips touch but not kissing yet. Johnny gave you a peck as if he’s testing the waters, then gave you another but this time it’s longer, and then another but this time his hand cups your face. It was a filthy kiss and you didn’t expect that Johnny is a good kisser. His tongue is sinful in so many ways. The way it swirls around your tongue, whenever he sucks your tongue leaves you breathless, his grip on your face is getting tighter and you feel his cock poking your thigh.
So with all your bravery, you put your hand inside his boxers briefs and palmed his cock while he kisses you. Slowly, he began to start touching you softly, running his fingers on your shoulders to your nipples until you shiver at his touch, making you stop kissing him and bite your lower lip. Johnny is amused and happy because you like what he’s doing to you.
While kneading your boobs, he started kissing you on your neck, licking you like you’re his favorite ice cream, and doing soft moaning sounds. He kissed you all over your body, making you feel loved and protected by him as always.
“Is this fine?” He whispered oh so quiet beside your ear and slowly run his finger on your very wet slit. Johnny’s finger slides up very smoothly because of your juices, he got excited because he can make you wet like this. You nod your head ‘yes’ and spread your legs a little more for Johnny and the viewers and with that, he finger fucked you before he ran out of time. Feeling his thick fingers go inside and outside of your cunt slowly. It feels so fucking good.
“Ten minutes” you whispered and kissed him again. You feel his smile in between kissing while he feels you getting near because you’ve clenching and unclenching around his finger.
The alarm on your live started beeping and the live is automatically cut off.
No one stopped when the live was over. You kept kissing Johnny and Johnny made you cum using his fingers. When you finally calmed down, Johnny kept you close and apologized. Until now he doesn’t know if you’re doing this with him because you’re actually loving it, or you’re doing this because he paid for it.
“Warm bath?” He offered.
You giggle and hugged him back like you used to, “we didn’t have sex you jerk.... but sounds good”
He gets out of bed and effortlessly scoops you from your comfort and brought you to the bathroom. The shower with Johnny turned every awkward situation around because he made you laugh the whole time you two were taking a shower. Singing different songs and thinking of what you should eat for dinner.
The next day, you and Johnny are laying in bed together enjoying the quietness of the hotel room like you guys did not do something filthy last night. Lips on your forehead hands at the back of your head, you hear his steady heartbeat and you’re actually happy that he is the one who did it.
You’re not with user chicag0127, you’re with Johnny. Things might take time but what he’s doing for you is heartwarming and stupid all the same time.
Second day
Johnny had a few ideas for day two. For starters, he really wanted to fuck your mouth and cum inside it. But it doesn’t feel right doing it to you, he loves you way too much for a thousand people see him do that to you. So he decided he’ll just tire you out the whole thirty minutes.
Your legs are perfectly spread and Johnny’s fingers spread your pussy lips as he licks up and down on your slit. It’s been a good twenty minutes already and your legs feel like jelly after cumming two times. When he felt your legs shaking and you’re breathing heavily, he stopped and kissed you all the way until he reaches your lips and automatically cups your boobs. You feel his very hard cock poking your thigh like he’s going to put it inside you any minute.
Surprisingly, you feel the tip of his head glide on your slit and you gave him a push as a warning but your strength is nothing compared to Johnny’s. “I will not put it in. Trust me on this” he whispered to you.
Nervous, but his lips calmed you in an instant, you trusted Johnny with his plan and let him do whatever he wants.
He continued to grind and gliding his cock on your wet slit and you are very thankful that you trusted him. You smile when he rolls his hips, you grip Johnny’s shoulders when you started being sensitive and then you don’t know what has gotten into you but you rolled your hips and put his head inside your cunt. You kissed him as you grind underneath him and he did not expect that from you.
He noticed you’re liking it too much, so he stopped then the alarm beeps and you thought he was regretting it. You let out a heavy sigh and covered yourself with the thick sheets, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.
“I stopped because I didn’t want any cameras involved when we do it”
Johnny started kissing your exposed shoulder, your neck, and your lips until he earns a smile from you. “let's go out on a date. A proper date. I’ve been always in love with y/n, and I’m sorry we have to get to this part first. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for using your work to express my feelings to you”
The way Johnny confessed to you is something you will never forget. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more so there's no harm in giving this a chance. You kissed him and invited him under the covers with you, “Let’s have a house date, we can cook. No more expensive stuff please, you’ve given so much money for the past few months” you rake your fingers through his hair and boops his noise.
“Anything for you” he smiled and reached for your lips again.
That night, you and Johnny stayed in the hotel bed and ordered ramen for dinner.
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Hello!!! I hope you love this because I enjoyed making this to the point that I want it to be a full fic but I dont have the time yet :( thank you for requesting! 
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fairy-seong · 3 years
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lee jaeyoon x fem!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): sexual content, unprotected sex, swear words, probably grammar mistakes it's 3 am for me not gonna check rn
song suggestion: lloyd - all i need (slowed & reverb)
“Is this allowed?”
You want to giggle hearing the concern in Jaeyoon’s voice. How was he always so cute?
“Stop worrying so much. If you don’t want to, we can...”
He shakes his head. “I do. I want to do everything with you.”
You smile as you sit down. Patting the space on the blanket, Jaeyoon does the same. Being in complete silence with Jaeyoon was not something you were quite used to, but the air felt different tonight. It might be the warm breeze blowing through your hair, or perhaps you left him speechless with your invitation to the rooftop of your apartment building. His contempt only grew when he took in the fairy lights and the handcrafted sign wishing him a happy birthday in a light blue-colored font.
“The sky is so beautiful tonight.”
A smile appears on your face as you agree, eyes fixated on Jaeyoon rather than the stars. After all, he was your sky and moon. His eyes twinkling as he excitedly points to a particularly bright star asking you what you think. And you agree again, but your eyes never left his... because why would they? The stars above could never shine as bright as those brown eyes you are in love with.
“There’s not much time left,” you whisper and Jaeyoon turns his head to face you.
He nods and you move an inch closer, your lips pressed against his cheek.
“Do you want your gift now, angel?”
You can see him swallow hard. You dropped tiny hints about wanting to do it somewhere special for his birthday, but he never seemed to get your little jokes.
Jaeyoon does the first step this time, an arm pulling you closer by your waist till your lips meet. The kiss is sweet, but you can feel him crave more by the way his fingertips shyly toy with the hem of your sundress and his teeth sink into your plush lips harder than usual.
His shirt comes off first and you have to stop yourself from laughing when he throws it on the other side of the roof with a clueless expression.
“Is it my turn?” you ask, rising to your feet.
He leans back on his elbows, piercing eyes gazing as you sway your hips, lifting the dress up to your thighs and letting it fall down again. Jaeyoon bites his lower lip, excitement and the rush of the moment making him almost want to rip that stupid fabric covering you to pieces. But then you would complain again... like you did that time when he not so accidentally tore your favorite lace lingerie with his teeth.
“Baby, I want to see you,” he whines and you finally give in.
Undoing the zipper, the dress pools at your ankles. Jaeyoon’s eyes widen at the sight of your naked body standing in front of him and for a second he forgets how to breathe. The summer breeze sends a shiver down your spine and you feel your nipples perk as Jaeyoon struggles to keep his composure. A smirk forms on his face when he notices the fading marks he left on your hips a few nights ago while you cried out his name in the empty living room of his dorm.
You crawl over, leading him and helping him remove his gray sweatpants.
“What if someone comes up here?”
“Isn’t that what makes it fun?”
You giggle, and Jaeyoon takes this opportunity to hover over you. He loves the way you look underneath him, so precious and sweet. Always making him want to ruin you completely.
One of his arms moves to your side while the other unconsciously searches for your palm, interlocking your fingers as he wants you to feel how much his body needed you.
You can’t even remember when his boxers came off, and it’s not like you care when you feel his thumb move in circles over your core.
“It’s cute how I always get you so wet.”
Jaeyoon already knows your smart mouth wants to say something and stops you with a long kiss. He curls two digits inside you as a moan escapes your lips.
“It’s your birthday love, I should be the one doing all the work.”
You drag your manicured fingers over his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex when you wrap your fingertips around his erection. But he stops you, holding your wrists above your head as he clicks his tongue.
“You only have to be with me, nothing else.”
One kiss on the side of your face before you feel his teeth nibble at your skin. Jaeyoon lets go of your arms, only to spin you around and have your face buried in the blanket as your hips rise.
“Besides that, my love,” you can feel his fingertips trace the contour of your pussy mumbling a “gorgeous” before he continues.
“I would rather hear you moan my name at midnight instead of singing happy birthday,” he thrust into you fully not a second later, the sweetest smile painting his face.
You gasp, fingers gripping the blanket when Jaeyoon buries himself deep inside you, holding the steady rhythm which drove you crazy each time. Jaeyoon’s fingers dig into your flesh, bright pink marks left as a lovely reminder of the way he made you feel.
Your hips move back to meet his. He’s stretching you out so well, filling up your pussy like no one else ever did. Jaeyoon groans when he hears you plead, hips grinding against his. You want it faster.
You look too beautiful when he’s wrecking you like this, purring and asking for more with each deep thrust. How could Jaeyoon ever say no when you drove him over the edge with just one word?
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he reaches that sweet spot that has you arching your back.
The breeze blows again, and Jaeyoon leans over, covering your shivering body with his without stopping. He presses a gentle kiss on your spine, taking your hand into his.
“Are you cold, baby?”
His voice is as sweet as sugar, even when he’s fucking you so rough. You shake your head. Between lewd moans and the way your body ached for him, you could barely feel anything else.
Jaeyoon uses his free hand to lift your chin. Your lips meet, Jaeyoon swallowing all your cries of pleasure and whimpers.
“Say my name, baby. I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear.
His name goes past your lips and into the night as Jaeyoon bites his lower lip. He wants to tell you how good he feels buried inside you, how your pussy was made just for him, how he could fuck you all the time and never get tired, but you already knew it all. And you knew very well just how to drive him insane when your pussy clenches around him.
His thrusts get a little sloppier when he feels his orgasm closing in. Your arm reaches for his, gripping it and he takes it as a sign that you are very close. You hear him whisper something, but you are too far gone to make sense of anything other than the pleasure washing over you in waves. For Jaeyoon the whimpers of his name dying on your lips are enough to make him reach his orgasm.
“Angel,” you whisper and Jaeyoon lowers himself, lips on your shoulder. He lays next to you, eyes looking at you curiously. “I love you so much.”
“I know,” he grins childishly before kissing your bare skin again. He notices your eyes roll in the back of your head as you’re still struggling to steady your breath. “I do too. I love you too fucking much, baby. Thank you for everything.”
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dangermousie · 2 years
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CFC 165
Soooo, we got to the part of the narrative where I am terrified to open every new chapter. Good times!
1. I am sorry, Nangong Liu, your wig has been snatched (tm @hamliet) LSZ didn’t just only tell the boss of her evil org about He Yu being with XQC as soon as she got the information, she literally forwarded him the videos. Let me repeat, the woman sent x-rated videos of her own son having sex with someone just so as to back up her tattling. She is a p2rn distributor of videos of her own kid. Let that one sink in for a second as to the kind of violation that is.
2. Bwahahahaha I love evil org boss going “Your kid’s porn tapes are boring, thanks, not my thing.” I laugh so I won’t punch things. The thing that is interesting to me about this exchange is twofold though: (1) Duan is evil but he’s also smart unlike the utterly dumb mother - they want He Yu’s cooperation not forced participation otherwise they’d have taken him long ago. Which is why he told momster to get affectionate with her kid and draw him in; not become a sex video distributor! (2) the reason they want He Yu’s cooperation is because he would be nice to have but is not necessary to them and if he cavils the value of benefits from him is not worth the trouble. He is (relatively) safe in not being that important - they have other means to simulate his blood gu (with obedient water) so they are waiting and seeing with him (in part also to see if his power gets greater and then they would be more interested.) It’s an interesting set-up and turns on its head my theory of org forcing He Yu in by threatening XQC. Unless He Yu’s powers get stronger, they simply don’t care enough.
3. Fffffff...of course evil org knew about He Yu x XQC already. I am so grossed out. But also, the fact that Duan says XQC is not allowed to be killed - tormented yes, killed no - freaks me the hell out - because that might mean org knows he’s the first emperor (or at least connected to him) and !!!! But on second thought, it doesn’t feel like that either - it feels like a more emotional connection perhaps. Is he Chen Man’s older brother? Some other thing? I should stop guessing, Meatbun always shocks me anyway. But also - does this mean Duan knows XQC is dying? He seems to know a lot of stuff. And if so, does he plan to do something about it?
4. But Duan tells momster she can hurt XQC if she wants just not kill. I hate them ALL!
5. Oh God, Anthony is all “let’s watch the p@rn again, I would have thought XQC would be the top” and seriously we knew Anthony was sent by evil org to be the doctor but the sheer level of violation of everyone in HY’s life who is supposed to be closest/he is supposed to be most vulnerable with etc being like that! This is the level of “everyone is out to get me” but true. (Yes, it’s a violation of XQC too, of course, but at least it’s not gleefully done by people who are supposed to be closest to him but (to him) randoms.)
6. Also, Anthony was the one who wanted XQC and HY die in the reservoir?!?!?
7. Why is HY’s mother so stupid? She seems to have the same understanding of human relationships and emotions as a malfunctioning robot. Her genius plan:”break XQC and HY up, then HY will turn to me.” UMMMMM - I am not talking about cruelty (she wants to remove his supports so as to become his support and manipulate him) because it’s like discussing Sartre with a dog -pointless as far as she is concerned. But how does one lead to the other? Even if HY was single, he’s 20, that’s not the age for someone to get closer to his mom after a breakup. Like - what?!
8. XQC secretly hoping to see HY again but then feeling sad because HY is outside in the rain with no umbrella :( And he feels something and starts typing come and get an umbrella but stops before he hits send and he sees HY just stand there stupidly in the rain waiting because he sees the sign that XQC is typing and this honestly guts me so much. And then he finally walks away with face wet from rain or tears and XQC can’t sleep all night. GRRRRRRRR I can’t!
9. Chen Man (who is always so boring to me omg) is about to confess but he went to park the car and XQC walks to his room to find drunk HY outside and this is gonna be fun!
That was a hell of a chapter!
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narrators-journal · 3 years
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Catharsis
Here it is! The last part of this little Ango smut-fest. I hope it was enjoyable and I didn’t mess up on keeping the reader gender-neutral!
Content warning: just spicy content, nothing too extreme.
Beginning: Here
Previous: here
After you had hung up on him, Ango just finished himself off and grumpily went to bed, hoping with all of his heart that he'd be sent home tomorrow. Sadly, he got no such luck, instead staying a week or so longer in the chilly nation before he was finally sent home.
Finally, after an extra three hours of filing paperwork and finishing up his last report, Taneada begrudgingly released him to go home for the night.            "Hey, look, I'm gonna need you to come in a bit early to file these reports up, alright?" The brunette's boss hummed while he was packing up to go home at long last. Oh yeah, just ignore Tsujimura's ability to file a report. He thought, but instead of voicing that boiling sarcasm he simply nodded and left the building before the balding bastard found some way to work around his doctor's orders. Ango all but ran back to his apartment after that, the nagging sense of guilt for not finishing his work, or not being productive overwhelmed by the childish sense of excitement that reminded him of the way he'd felt leaving school on the last day of the year. It wasn't that he was happy to have the time to go home and do nothing, he had yet to find a hobby to fill his time, so he was likely to just go home and do more work if he did that. No, he was excited for an actual end to his work day for the sheer fact that it meant he could see, talk to, or go on a date with you. Tonight though, his thoughts weren't focused on simply texting you, or going out to dinner with you, though he knew he should probably take you out at some point before he got sent across the world, it was instead recalling all of the stuff you'd said on the phone last time, and how you'd hung up on him at such an inopportune time. Once he was home and showered, Ango flopped onto his bed, finally messaging you to tell you he'd made it home safe. After that, he spent a while just talking with you, trying to formulate a good way to ask if you'd like to come over. Okay, but maybe that's too soon to ask? What if they lost their interest? The anxious voice in his head whispered, Should you really be trying to initiate anything? This could easily go bad, very quickly. It added, squashing all of that earlier excitement he'd felt at finally getting some time where he wasn't working. Maybe you should just go back to work. You've still got reports to file, and it's predictable. He shook his head at the thought, taking a deep breath and laying back on his bed. His therapist had warned him of these types of thoughts, how to identify the anxiety, they'd also taught him how to stop it, so he took a deep breath and thought in retaliation It going wrong doesn't mean it's the end the world. I deserve time to myself, I deserve a social life again.
He repeated that thought to himself until his phone notified him of another message,
(y/n): Hey Ango, are you at your home or at work rn? Ango: I'm currently at home, Taneada isn't allowed to keep me super late after long jobs anymore. (y/n): Well that's awesome! Because I wanted to see if you'd like to come over for a while, have a little movie night! Ango: I don't mind, it sounds nice. (y/n): Awesome! I'll be waiting~ He smiled at that, getting up and getting changed out of his pajamas before heading off to your home. Along the way, he picked up a flower for you and offered it to you when you let him into your home.              "Not that you're not very handsome in your work suit, but..." He followed your confused look to his brown suit, only a tie away from him being ready to go back to his work desk,              "Uh...I don't actually have any casual clothing beyond my pajamas..." he felt his cheeks beginning to burn a little bit while he rubbed at the back of his neck and you snorted. His cheeks darkened when he noticed you were seemingly sizing him up, that familiar glint of mischief in your (e/c) eyes as you shrugged,              "We can go shopping for some not-work clothes tomorrow, for tonight, it doesn't matter." You decided, shooing him off to your couch and going off to put the flower he brought in some water. So, Ango quietly sat on the couch, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to quell the sting of the thorn of anxiety still lodged in his throat. After a moment, you joined him on the couch, having turned the lights off so that he sat with you in the light of the television screen, flashing him a smile and picking up the remote,               "Anything in particular you wanna watch?" You hummed, and when he shook his head, not picky, you just put on some show you'd seen a dozen times. After that, things kind of blurred for the government official. One minute he's watching whatever random noise was on the tv, next you're pulling him into a kiss and wiggling into his lap. Just as quickly, he was kissing back, swarmed with a pent up lust that directed his hands to slide beneath your shirt and up your (s/c) sides. Then, you broke the kiss to move to his neck, kissing along his pulse until you found the spot that earned you the first little groan from the brunette. Everything you did seemed to send sparks of fire through Ango's veins, especially when you ground your hips into his quickly forming erection to snatch his breath away until all he could do was moan. In return, he pushed your shirt up until he could finally get it off of you, helping you remove his clothes as well while accepting the heated kisses you snuck into the scramble. The television was completely forgotten once you were sitting naked in his lap, back to hungrily kissing while he wrapped his arms around you and held you against himself greedily, wanting to feel as much of your (s/c) skin against him as possible before you pulled away and grinned,           "I-it's been a while," he admitted breathlessly, his cheeks burning more at his inexperience, but you just ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair to keep it out of your face and spoke with no disappointment or judgement, just pervy playfulness,         "You say that like I don't know how to be on top," Any arguments were silenced when he felt your hand beginning to stroke his member, sending him back into the fog of euphoria. Just like that, all of his thoughts were replaced with a simple want for you to continue making him feel good. Thankfully, you didn't tease him too long, only until you were prepped properly, then you were lowering yourself onto him as both of you moaned. Ango gripped your hips to keep himself from slipping away entirely into the waves of desire, panting and moaning along with you while you moved. It had been forever since he had sex with someone, so he feared he might orgasm too early, especially with how eagerly you pressed sloppy kisses to his lips and moved. Sadly, his attempts only held him off for a short time. The storm of euphoria was just too strong, his breath soon hitched and he lost himself for a moment, giving in to the bliss of orgasm with a moaned curse until the high ebbed. Thankfully, you weren't too far behind him, giving him one last kiss and moaning into his mouth as you reached your own end. Afterwards, you pulled away and caught your breath before Ango got sore and you had to get up. Once he was able to get up and able to focus once more, Ango pulled his clothes back on, his cheeks burning, glasses messed up, and his hair mussed from your fingers being tangled in it. However, before he could let his guilt carry him home to hide from you, your arms were pulling him back onto the couch and you were wrapping yourself around him to cuddle.             "Hey, we still have a date to get through, remember?" you chuckled,             "I-I thought that the date was just a cover to get me here," he muttered, but you just nuzzled into him,              "Nope. You're staying the night, Ango." You kissed his cheek and got comfy, leaving him no room to argue about it. Though, he didn't think he could argue that much if you did, because after so much energy was burnt he didn't know if he could make it all the way home. So, he instead pushed his guilt and shame away for later and just laid with you until he inevitably dozed off.
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lordkambe · 3 years
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your writings are just beautiful!! could i request one of my dear rintarou (mori!) where y/n comes into his office wearing a maid costume and he just...loses it (nsfw obviously hehe)
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♠  character, fandom, type of reader: mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.
♠   genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.
♠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit dirty talk, semi public sex, light degradation, master!mori
♠   author’s note:  thank you so much ! and i love calling mori rintaro 🥺 i’m glad someone else calls him that too ! of course... of course this man would have a maid kink. this is def p*rn without the plot, i hope you enjoy~ 
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With the Guild’s presence the boss of the Port Mafia was busier than before. If he wasn’t in his office reviewing plans of defense he was in meetings mulling over the details in order to protect the city he cared so deeply for. The stress consumed him so much that when he returned home he ached to sleep. Deprived of his touch but also worried about his workload, you wanted to treat Rintaro but it was difficult to do so. Instead of waiting and longing for him, you decided to take initiative. 
You arrived at the Port Mafia office. The plethora of guards knew you well enough that you entered the building with ease. The coat you wore was gifted from Rintaro, the expensive fabric hugged your figure beautifully but it was what you wore underneath that would be the star of the show. The french maid outfit was displayed in numerous stores across Yokohama and you decided to purchase it, mostly as a joke. It stayed in the back of your closet hidden from Rintaro but now you decided to share that little secret with him. 
The massive doors that led to his office opened. Across the long room you saw Rintaro hunched over his desk. His black coat hung behind the chair he sat upon and his hands were tangled in his hair. He was stressed and so absorbed in his workload he barely noticed you enter. As you approached your footsteps were quiet. When you reached his desk you knocked on the wood and awakened Rintaro from his trance-like state. 
He looked up at you and you noticed dullness in his eyes; he was tired. “Y/N...” he said your name softly, sweetly. The dullness in his eyes washed away and instead they glimmered at the sight of you. “I’m happy to see you.” Rintaro lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles. You smiled at Rintaro, the same hand he kissed came up to touch his cheek. With the edge of your thumb you brushed his smooth skin. 
“I have something special for you.” You tilted your head to the side and started to play with the belt that held your coat together. 
���Oh?” Rintaro said, leaning back into his seat. 
“Mhmn.” You undid the belt and removed your trench coat. Before setting it aside you retrieved the headpiece from the pocket of your coat and placed it upon your head, completing the outfit. The classic black and white ensemble came up a little bit higher than the average maid uniform and the corset style pushed your cleavage up to sit more pronounced. You gave a little spin and a girlish giggle left your lips while doing as such. 
Rintaro stood from his seat almost immediately when you revealed your outfit to him. He clapped his hands together and his expression flushed into pure joy. 
“Oya, oya Y/N!” He walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He spun you around and observed every inch of your body in the uniform. 
“You look so cute.” 
“I do?” You looked at him innocently and batted your lashes. 
The cute expression Rintaro had on his face had changed into something else. The two of you hadn’t touched one another minus a few fleeting kisses in weeks. He loved your outfit. He thought you looked cute as ever but it also awakened something inside of him. You lowered your eyes and noticed that a hard-on was forming behind the fabric of his pants. 
You stepped closer to him and your lips hovered over his. Your hand laid on his chest before it crawled down to touch his clothed cock. Rintaro opened his mouth and kissed you. He made no time to waste with the usual soft kisses. Immediately his tongue was inside your mouth he parted from your mouth and a string of salvia connected the two of you. 
With his gloved fingertip Rintaro traced the outline of your bottom lip. “So beautiful... and all mine.” He kissed you again and pressed your figure against his desk. With his arm he slid everything off the desk and set it to the floor with a crash. 
“What if someone hears us?” You asked between a breath.
“Don’t play dumb, my love. You knew what would happen if you came here wearing this. If they hear us, then so be it.”
His kisses fell from your lips and down to your jawline. He traced his kisses upward to place gentle kisses on your ear. He licked the surface before gently blowing in your ear. The sweet sensation sent tingles down your spine.
“You want them to hear you, don’t you? You want everyone to hear how good you’re going to get fucked.”
The timbre of his voice in your ear caused a shiver to run down your abdomen. You clenched your legs together in order for your throbbing clit to feel some pleasure. Rintaro was quick to open your legs with his knee. He took a step backward and removed his gloves before beginning to undress. As he did, your eyes were attached to the outline of his cock. 
“Open your legs” he said, “let me see how wet you are.”
You opened your legs widely to expose the wet spot on your panties to him. Rintaro walked up towards you and placed two of his fingers on the wet spot. With a little bit of pressure you twitched at the sensation. Rintaro smiled at your moans. “The sounds you make.... So cute.” He kissed you again you noticed his hands were careful, he didn’t want to ruin the costume you wore. 
He held your skirt up higher so it bunched up around your pelvis. Rintaro hooked his finger on the underside of your panties and moved them aside to reveal your pussy. With his two fingers he rubbed your folds. The sensation of his fingers were so missed you threw your head back and let out a moan. 
“R-Rintaro!” You cried out.  
“Yes Y/N?” He asked teasingly. 
“Rintaro. Please.”
“You want your master to fuck you?” 
You brought your head up to look at him. Your eyes locked with his and you nodded your head. 
“Yes! Master, please. I need you so bad.”
Rintaro placed his two fingers inside of you. His fingers had prepared you to take his length fully. He wasn’t in a toying mood either. It’d been way too long for him to drag out your pleasure. He was just as eager to fuck you. 
He removed his fingers from inside you and placed them in his mouth. You moaned as you watched him suck on your juices. “My princess tastes so good.” 
Rintaro took his cock in his hands and gave himself a single stroke before aligning the tip of his cock to your entrance. With a groan of his own, Rintaro fully entered you. Your pussy was so wet you welcomed him inside with ease. 
“You take master’s cock so well, Y/N.”
With the praise he began to move his hips in and out. 
“Look at your master's cock going in and out of you.” 
You looked down just as he told you too and moaned softly at the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of you. The pleasure he gave you encouraged you to move your hips along with his. Your actions caused Rintaro to throw his head back. He hummed a moan as well enjoying every ounce of pleasure you were providing him. 
“Ugh, Y/N!” He moaned out. “Taking master’s cock so good --- like a good slut.” The grip he earned on your hips was firm and he began thrusting in and out of you at a faster but erratic speed. Meanwhile your legs were trembling and the thought that you were in his office had escaped you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were loud and echoed throughout his office. Rintaro chuckled, 
“So it’s true? You want everyone to hear how good you get fucked. How much of a whore you are for your master’s cock.” 
You arched your back in response. Unable to get a word out because of your pleasure, you were far too concentrated on reaching your peak than engaging in Rintaro’s teasing words. 
“You’re clen-clenching.” Rintaro noted. “Are you going to cum for me?”
You swallowed harshly somehow you managed to cry out, “yes! Yes! Yes!” 
Rintaro opened your legs wider and lowered his body closer to yours. He was hitting inside you deeper and you felt the tip of his cock in your stomach. The feeling was blindingly pleasurable. 
“Cum for me my princess, cum.” 
You felt Rintaro’s cock twitch and you clenched around him. Shortly after his demand you arched your back higher than before. The crown of your head was hard against the surface of his desk. Your hands were punching Rintaro’s chest and you violently orgasmed. The thick spurts of his cum coated your pussy and when Rintaro removed himself his juices mixed with yours dripped out from within you. Rintaro stood and looked at your fucked out body on the desk. 
The two of you were panting and coming down from your highs. You attempt to get up but Rintaro stops you. 
“No, no my princess. I’m not done with you.” 
You lay back excited to see what other tricks Rintaro had up his sleeve. 
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honeybomb4thebear · 3 years
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if you’re still doing the nsfw alphabet can you do it for kaito momota? tysm!!
AAAAH IT’S YOU I AM LEGALLY A FAMOUS TUMBLR BLOG NOW!! I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE I’M GLAD THAT YOU PAID MY BLOG A VISIT!! JK but I DID GET 158 FOLLOWERS LIKE WTF ARE U GUYS OK??? TYSM SFHAJSKFHASFHAKFHAKFJS <<3<3<3<3<3
KAITO MOMOTA N//S*FW ALPHABET
A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ Cheerful! Usually, he'll be kinda energetic too. Like he is geniuenly happy after the session aldjsalkdjaldj- kinda smug as well but mainly happy! Don't worry, he takes very good care of you while showering you with praises doing so! Like how good you were, how hot you looked and how hot you are looking rn etc.
B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ Look at me straight in the eye and tell me that Kaito isn't an exhibitionist. Do it, pussy. ⦁ Also daddy askdjakdhakjdh sorry he is just. daddy material. HIMBO DADDYYYYY
C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ CUMS A LOT, LIKE, A L O T SO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! ⦁ at least it tastes fairly sweet and his moans while cumming are adorbs so it's ok i suppose?
D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ 100% dom. No questions asked
E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ Maybe he is into choking a bit? It isn't much I feel like he'd get kinda weirded out by them
F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ Having sex under the clear skies? Like, on a cliff, the view of night sky is delicious but you on top of him, jumping on his cock makes it even more delicious.
G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ "Dude! Seriously, go away already!" is he embarrassed or pissed? Or both? Who knows (it's both.)?
H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ His groin area. Not the leg part, but rather the part which is under his stomach. If you touch there out of sudden, he will smile and ask about your purpose, how it's dangerous that you're doing it when you two are all alone and talk all big because he'll be turned on so much......
I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ Like I said, he is happy while fucking you so out of sudden he will say something that will make you m e l t completely. It's when you least expect it, though. He loves to surprise you.
J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Him pulling you on his lap randomly, and then getting a boner which leads to him rubbing your private parts together. Bonus points if you get super flustered.
K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Begging! He LOVES to make you beg, will smile widely if you do so and just loves to see you ache for his touch. ⦁ Maybe lap dances? Like he sits down, leans back and just watches your attempts at seducing him (which you succeed) with an awe. Yeah, he likes how your hips move while you are on his lap.
L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ C'MON OF COURSE HE LIKES RISKY LOCATIONS!! An example would be... His lab? Mainly his lab, but he'd also like it if you two were to do it on someone else's lab because it increases the chance of getting caught and he is an asshole so-
M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ 4 to 5 times a week, horny ass mfer. Just talks about how he is a man, so that kind of stuff is normal!!! etc.. Stupid ass himbo I love him lots.
N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Aside from stuff like begging, he wouldn't like anything that implies that you guys hate each other/willing to hurt each other. Or like, bodily fluids or sumth-
O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Ok cliche but you wearing his clothings and nothing else like, his jacket, shirt etc. ⦁ He'll find it adorable yet will pretend to be mad that you stole his clothes in order to remove them, but dw you guys are fucking after that P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ On his lap, I think? Or like, when he makes you lean on a wall.
Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Yeah he does! He likes seeing you try to get on with your day normally after that, your flustered face looks so cute.
R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ Depends. When he is rough, your legs will be shaking for days tho-
S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ Astro-NUT (sorry it was a bad joke but im not deleting it) boy is healthy and athletic, so he can go for rounds. At least 5 or 6, I'd say.
T=Toys - Do they use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ Bought a vibrator for you, and a dildo too, all for you. Uses them on you because he likes to see you beg for his actual touch. Fucker.
U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ This man has a begging kink, of course he is a big tease! Like good luck, to get what you want, you will have to be super clear with what you want. Like super clear, humiliate yourself a bit then Kaito will reward you while still teasing you about how shameless you are.
V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ Kinda loud? His groans are long and hot, and he will giggle often. He'll compliment your body a lot too.
W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ Likes giving oral a lot but prefers receiving. Like your reactions are nice but damn, you giving him head is better.
X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Toned boy!! With a big dick too, ultimate Chad! 18,7 cm length, 13,9 cm girth.
Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ He'd be down to it 7/24, but if you talk about needing it's like... Every 2 days maybe? Welp, he can't help it! That's what he'd say with a familiar cheeky smile.
Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ He'll be kinda energetic so if you do it during the day, he won't. If you do it before going to bed, he will sleep quickly. I just feel like he is the type to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
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hi same anon as before. i feel that response is extrapolating on your already-existing incest reading. which is like, a valid reading for you to have in that context? but um to be clear i don’t really care to discuss that for many reasons but partly because the analysis of it like that isn’t interesting for me specifically. your previous responses and then that one are.. okay let me explain further.
they’re confusing to me because within the framework of the episode. it’s made clear the siren doesn’t always seek to replace a sexual/romantic relationship. the second victim is emphasized as deeply infatuated with the siren who, to him, has the appearance of a beautiful stripper. he’s also emphasized to be caring for his elderly and implied to be ailing mother, with several shots before he is influenced into killing her meant to convey that she is important to him and he loves her very much. it’s also meant to show sirens target anyone the victim is close to.
i don’t wanna get into dean is bi analysis in the anon askbox of a wincest hateblog, so i’m going to try and avoid working with what to you are suppositions here (in that normally i’d engage with this episode from a dean-is-bi lens to be clear.) the episode makes it absolutely clear that 1. sirens don’t just target romantic/sexual relationships, with some emphasis specifically on familial relations. and 2. the episode never sets the same precedent for sirens. you could maybe call this bit an extrapolation but i’m running with it rn. Nick says a bunch of lines about i’ll be ur little brother, i’ll never leave you like he did, etc etc. Personally I think this works really well with a bi reading of dean, most especially when viewed in pairing with later episodes wrt queer dean readings. i don’t wanna get into it too much on anon but i hope you get what i’m saying?
anyway, with the 2nd victim the same siren feeds him lines about not letting his mother keep them apart, that she’ll fulfill him and he doesn’t need her. which are key emotional beats nick feeds to dean, too. (also what i wrote just above, just realized i didn’t go into what my point wrt the nick lines. but i don’t wanna like, do that unprompted on anon so.. ask me to elaborate if you want i think it’ll make my reasoning make more sense to you?) okay tldr what i’m saying is the siren episode goes to pains to show that sirens don’t just influence victims into killing their spouses & seek to appeal to their victims need for companionship, but it doesn’t do the same for saying sirens don’t have to appear as sexually attractive to their victims. you can remove the killing sam bits from an incest narrative, but it’s difficult to take the nick as deans siren aspect out of a ‘sirens sexually attract their victims’ framework the episode had been building. the only thing the episode does to take it out of that context is make Nick a dude, which... okay. uh this is maybe you should consider your own reading comprehension manifesto
they’re confusing to me because within the framework of the episode. it’s made clear the siren doesn’t always seek to replace a sexual/romantic relationship
Yes. Which is why my primary reading is that the siren was trying to fulfill Dean's deepest desire: to have a devoted little brother who hero worshiped him. But, it's also in an episode literally titled Sex and Violence and the siren targeted its victims by appearing as sexually desirable. I think it makes sense for the siren to choose a different route with Dean: he's a very beautiful man who can get plenty of pussy so why go through the effort of taunting him with something he can already have when it would be so much easier to go down the Ideal Baby Brother Angle?
But, here's the thing. The episode is also dripped with incestous subtext. Intentionally. Because season four is about breaking down Sam and Dean's relationship and showcasing their bond in the most destructive and ugly way possible. Adding an element of incest is in the same ball park as Dean nearly killing Sam with his detox and Sam nearly strangling him in their fight. This is them at their lowest point, and their lowest points have Uncomfortable Implications.
i don’t wanna get into dean is bi analysis in the anon askbox of a wincest hateblog
You might as well. Be complaining about bad interpretations is the reason this blog exists.
(in that normally i’d engage with this episode from a dean-is-bi lens to be clear.)
ok
Nick says a bunch of lines about i’ll be ur little brother, i’ll never leave you like he did, etc etc. Personally I think this works really well with a bi reading of dean, most especially when viewed in pairing with later episodes wrt queer dean readings.
If I'm understanding you correctly, you think Dean harbors a desire to fuck a man who gives him what he wants from Sam?
i don’t wanna get into it too much on anon but i hope you get what i’m saying?
Dean->Sam to a Dean->Cas pipeline is meta I would gladly read in very good faith.
you can remove the killing sam bits from an incest narrative
You're ruining my fun :(
but it’s difficult to take the nick as deans siren aspect out of a ‘sirens sexually attract their victims’ framework the episode had been building
Nick tells the brothers he gave Dean what he wanted. Not sexy lady, but a submissive and agreeable little brother who is completely devoted to Dean.
the only thing the episode does to take it out of that context is make Nick a dude, which... okay
Nick picks to play a version of Sam, that, at Dean's lowest point in the narrative so far, craves. Dean WANTS a little brother who'll never challenge and never leave him, but what he NEEDS is to accept that Sam's a grown up and to let him go. Sex and violence is brilliant foreshadowing for Swan Song.
Cherry picking details and divorcing them from the context of the narrative is what so much of the Destiel-is-canon crowd does. Which is why they were wrong. They take little things out of context and create their own full blown version of Dean that has nothing to do with Dean in canon.
Which is fine! That's part of the fun of fandom. But convincing yourself that your cherry picked fanon is a legitimate interpretation of canon is why an angry crowd of shippers are upset and pretending to be traumatized by A Show About Brothers remaining A Show About Brothers.
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