#cory scenarios

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

First Year Shenanigans - June Jabbers

Feat. Vizzie (MC) and Cory (OC) + Sebeppy (pining staaage bb)

I've recently put up a post about mini hc's regarding the dorms, if you need a little more context as to where they're gonna study you can read here but uh. this ran away from me and became a sebeppy ficlet lsdfkjshdkfjsdf

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"You can't tell us you know a COOL place to study and then not take us there."

Ace took a bite of his sandwich, not bothering to finish his bite as he continued speaking with his mouth full. "Studying's boring enough as it is, if you've got info, you've gotta spill."

The rest of the table cringed a bit at Ace's lack of manners, as Cory grinned back at him.

"It's gonna cost ya~ I can't take just ANYBODY there, y'know? Besides, we have to time it right." Cory took a bite of his salad, trying to give himself pause for dramatic effect, but Epel spoke up in his planned silence instead. Which was fine, it meant he had the intrigue of more than just the most annoying person at the table.

"Time it right for what? What's that supposed to mean?"

"For Floyd."

Deuce's eyes widened a bit, one hand coming up to cover his mouth a bit as he spoke, showing a bit more decorum than his roommate.

"You want us to gamble with Floyd's presence?"

Ace laughed, elbowing Deuce. "What, you scared? Floyd's not that scary, he's a pretty stand up guy all things considered." He turned his attention back to Cory, grinning and waving his fork at him a bit. "Though I admit, it's more exciting than just studying at Ramshackle or in the library."

"Maybe for you, everyone else here would be fine without playing with fire." Jack shook his head a bit. "Besides, studying isn't meant to be fun, just productive. And you're just going to to get distracted by whatever else is going on in a new environment instead of buckling down and focusing."

Ace groaned and mocked Jack slightly with his facial expression and his hand imitating him talking, before huffing. "Just so you know, I don't really need to study. I'm happy with the grades I get without it. It's the rest of your dumba-"

"No." Vizzie had leaned across the table, muffling Ace's sentence by stuffing at least half of what was left of his sandwich in his mouth, her other hand holding Ortho's head in a bit of an awkward, but protective position.

She sat back down with a huff, apologizing softly to Ortho and shooting Ace a glare as he struggled to choke down his food.

"First of all, you know better than to cuss in front of Ortho-"

"I've heard worse from Idia..."

"Well I'll talk to Idia later too- Secondly, academics aren't everything, and the way testing is done is inaccurate to real life. At least not until next year when we start having more practical assessments than just regurgitating memorized information. That being said, I think going to this secret study space you found could be fun...even if the first time we go the likelihood of us getting anything down is low to null." She managed a small smile at Cory, who in turn beamed.

"Then you guys come meet me in the Hall of Mirrors after school, okay? I'll show you where it is in Octavinelle."

Epel piped up. "I'll bring Sebek. He's um...getting some supplementary study material from Crewel." His head dipped a bit as he spoke, trying to hide the rising heat to his cheeks.

A few knowing glances were exchanged amongst each other, but Viz just grinned and kicked his shin lightly to get his attention.

"Tell him you want him there."

Ace rolled his eyes and imitated puking, while Deuce nodded along and Cory gave Viz a small shove, causing the two of them to giggle as Epel's cheeks turned a little more red than pink.

"It ain't nothin' like that! But it would be rude if we didn't invite him at all."

"It ain't nothin' like that huh..." Jack repeated his words back to him, over-enunciating, giving him a bit of a shit-eating smile as he side-eyed his classmate, taking another bite of food.

"OH NOT YOU TOO!! Y'can't be in on all this Jack yer supposed to be on ma side, you're in MA class, y'see how Sebek an' I get on the MOST, we're just friends!"

Jack finished his food leisurely, setting his sandwich down and looking at Epel properly, grinning.

"Yeah, exactly. Sebek and I are closer to the back of the class when we get joint ones because of our height, I can see you every time you turn around to glance back at him. I can see the way you look at him-"

"Shut up!!"

Jack's smile only got wider "and the way Sebek's heartbeat picks up when he notices."

Cory nodded along, finishing his bite and excited to jump in. "It's true! And just yesterday in home ec, Sebek made these really pretty apple tarts. He let the class have all but four of them - three for his usual Diasomnia crowd, and the otherrrrr-"

Jack finished his sentence for him, still grinning a mile wide, his tail wagging a mile a minute.

"He came to pick up Epel from class with it, excited to show it off to him. You should have seen their faces when they realized I saw the entire exchange."

Epel was flushed and defeated, laying his head down on the table so as to hide his face from everyone. "You guys suck. You ALL suck."

The table erupted in laughter, not at Epel per ce, but just how in denial the lavender-haired boy and his crush BOTH were.

Viz was the first to settle down, gently kicking his shin from across the table. She looked rather amused when he begrudingly met her eyes, a slightly smug smile on her face as she nodded slightly in his direction.

"Better look alive, prince charming's on his way."

Epel visibly went through about 10 emotions in the span of two seconds before he sat up and tried to rub his face, forcing himself to not turn around and look at his FRIEND.

Ace looked rather bored at this point, flinging peas at Riddle as discreetly as he could from across the cafeteria. Everyone else was fully engaged as Sebek made his way to the table, piles of papers in hand. He stepped over the bench they were sitting on, in between Jack and Epel, even as uncomfortably close as he was to both classmates for a moment, before Jack scooched over a bit rolling his eyes at the look Sebek shot him. Ortho noticed, giggling a bit in response as Sebek finally sat down.

Epel was turned looking to Deuce, who gave him a smile and a thumbs up to indicate he was no longer as red as he was before, so he could properly face Sebek with his own smile.

But before either of them could properly greet each other, both Viz and Cory bubbled with small giggles, causing Epel to shoot them a dirty look, and Sebek looking baffled.

Grim finally rejoined the table, proudly carrying his third helping of lunch as he slid it onto the bench between Viz and Cory, hopped up, then slid it onto the table, looking in between them confused and slightly mad.

"Myrah! You guys can't be havin' all the fun conversations when I'm not around! C'mon, tell me what happened? What's the joke??"

Ortho giggled a bit and leaned forward so he could see Grim's face.

"We simply find the dynamics of Epel and Sebek's relationship amusing. Even now, I can detect temperature changes in both of them, and like Jack said, both their heart rates are speeding up and syncing to each other...as is their breathing! Science suggests this happens to people who have been in a long-term, loving relationship with each other or people that are in love! Isn't that cool?!"

Grim just blinks, the rest of the table, (minus Ace) waiting for the cat's reaction.

He looks at Ortho, then between Sebek and Epel, then up at Vizzie like a toddler.

"They're not already datin'?"

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I ran out of steeeeeeeeam so this is where it's ending sdfhskdljfhlksdjf

Taglist: (lmk if you wanna hop on)

@fluffle-writes @my-cursed-brain

[coryveira]

i like to think sometimes when you and carlos are chilling on the couch he randomly gets on your lap and hugs you tightly like. Clinging onto you. Big hugs with a big guy

[eycelue]

god do i want to try and write acelu fanfiction. like genuinely i just want to write smth for the ship because there is ZERO content of them recently and just. man

[dazai-on-my-mind]

I need Asagiri to go on the record and say Dazai isn't going to the Mafia. He's a smart man and I know he wouldn't assassinate Dazai's character like that but it'd make me feel better.

[daydreamertrait]

it was father’s day in game so alex visited his parents’ house to wish rowan a happy father’s day :-)

he also caught up with veronica & managed to cheer up avery bc she was sad for some reason (she’s also engaged now btw!!!)

[poptheweasel]

Turkish Delight

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Cory quickly realised he’d made a mistake.

He just couldn’t help it. Cory was enjoying an evening coffee at one of those small classic neighbourhood coffeehouses in Istanbul, the kind frequented mostly by aged locals, not young tourists like him. He felt and looked out of place, sure, but it was fine. Sitting at a far corner of the cosy establishment, no one bothered him and he bothered no one. It took him a little while, but Cory was just starting to feel at ease.

And then he entered. Clearly a regular, judging by the way he swaggered in and interacted with the owner and other customers. But he stood out among the others in that he wasn’t old like the rest of them; in fact, he and Cory seemed to be the only men under 40. He sat at a table at the other end of the place, placing him on Cory’s line of sight.

Cory was immediately captivated by this stranger, not fully understanding why. Maybe it was because the guy contrasted so strongly with himself. Not that Cory wasn’t attractive — of course he was — but something about the man transfixed him. “Fuck, he’s hot,” Cory thought. Maybe it was the gleaming light brown eyes to Cory’s own icy blue, or the meticulously-groomed heavy stubble the guy sported that accentuated his sharp jawline; maybe it was his athletic physique, his well-defined body betrayed by a shirt that was clearly a size too small, or maybe it was how hairy he was, the dark hair very conspicuously thickly covering his sturdy legs and arms offering a stark contrast to Cory’s blond hairs barely visible from a distance… Whatever the case, Cory just couldn’t take his eyes off that Turkish guy. He wanted him, to feel him, to taste him, and imagined all sorts of scenarios.

That’s when Cory realised: he was shamelessly ogling the man. Snapping out of his reverie, he noticed the hairy hunk staring right back at him, completely emotionless. Shit. Flushed and embarrassed, Cory hurriedly paid for his coffee and left, all the while the man continuously and intently observed his every move. Just as he exited, the guy whom he mentally violated also got up to follow him.

His cheeks still ruddy and warm from the unfortunate encounter a while ago, Cory briskly made his way through the labyrinthine streets of the hilly city, desperate to return to his accommodation. The Turkish guy wasn’t too far behind him; Cory meanwhile sensed he was being pursued so he quickened his pace. In an attempt to throw him off the trail, Cory turned a corner into a quiet narrow alleyway flanked by an empty lot and vacant buildings.

Right then, a deep voice called out from behind Cory.

“Hey, you.”

Cory froze, his face drained of the redness. He stood in silence, not knowing whether to respond or run away. He was terrified and felt faint. Only the fresh cool evening maritime breeze kept him on his wobbly knees as he shuddered, half because of the chill, half because he feared what would happen next. Ultimately, after a tense while which felt like an eternity, Cory turned around to see the man approaching him. Although Cory still was scared, he weirdly felt an emergent sense of excitement as well.

Soon, Cory stood facing the Turk. A dimly-lit streetlight was the only source of illumination through which Cory could better appreciate the figure before him. He noticed how the guy was even more hirsute than he realised, with chest hair spilling over his too-tight shirt. Cory’s cock twitched.

“I saw you look earlier,” the guy drily said, maintaining intense eye contact with Cory.

“Ye… No! I mean, yeah, I was…” Cory stammered sheepishly. Fuck, why was he getting turned on all of a sudden?

“Like what you see?”

Cory gulped and nodded. His knees were about to give in when the hunk suddenly grabbed Cory by the shoulders with his hairy meaty hands and yanked him close to give him a forceful yet passionate sloppy kiss. Cory was taken aback and screamed internally, but at the same time, he liked what was happening. Wasn’t this what he wanted in the first place? He didn’t resist the surprising advances; he simply couldn’t resist. He reciprocated, their tongues roaming each other’s mouths. As the Turk continued to shove his tongue in him, Cory felt like putty — he’d let the guy do anything to him, he’d be happy to be used by this gorgeous hairy man in whatever way.

The man’s stubble scratched and tickled Cory’s soft skin around his lips moistened by the wet kisses. Cory felt strong itching sensations in the same area. He normally kept himself clean-shaven, mainly because he could only manage to grow some wispy hairs on his face. As the Turkish guy momentarily pulled away from the kiss though, the area around Cory’s mouth was substantially darker than it was just a minute ago, the beard growth process being accelerated. Cory ignored the itch and continued making out.

After a while of spit-heavy lip-locking, the Turk pulled down his shorts and grabbed Cory by the shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Cory, at eye level with the guy’s cut 8-inch cock, was completely mesmerised by the sight and especially the scent; the pubes were so dense, they trapped and collected all the musky sweat and oozing precum. The smell was rather pungent but Cory didn’t mind at all. If anything, the odour had a simultaneously captivating and relaxing effect on him and he felt compelled to inhale it more.

Cory piggishly sniffed the ridiculously hairy crotch, even licking the beads of moisture off individual strands of pubes. While doing so, the hair on his temple grazed the guy’s leaking member, some of the precum sticking onto his blond hair. His hair absorbed the pre almost instantly and began to darken, the change in colour spreading from where the precum had been smeared. The hair on Cory’s scalp lost its sandy hue but retained its sheen, turning browner and darker as the pigmentation spread from the roots to the tips. His face still buried in the thick pubes, Cory felt the man jerk himself, squeezing out more pre from his throbbing cock. “Suck,” he commanded. Cory swiftly obliged.

Cory was dazed; the public setting, the man’s body and scent, his own eagerness… all that was happening was wilder than anything he’d ever dreamt of. After admiring the juicy rod bobbing up and down in front of him, Cory closed his eyes and got to work, savouring the taste of the musky cock with a faint taste of piss. He took the whole length in his mouth and down his throat, blowing to the best of his abilities. He eagerly lapped up the copious amounts of pre from the Turk’s slick pulsating member, coating his tongue.

The more he sucked and swallowed, the more hairs grew on his face. The itch intensified above and below Cory’s lips, little needle-like black hairs pushing out from his smooth skin and multiplying below his nose and on his chin. The beginnings of a luscious beard then steadily migrated outwards, short pointed hairs breaking out all over Cory’s cheeks and linking with his tapered sideburns. By now, Cory had grown a remarkable designer stubble which grew in thicker by the minute and slowly crept down his chin. At the same time, his face took on a slight tan, darkening independently of the hair growth that took over the whole lower half of his face. Cory’s jaw looked more rugged too, becoming more square and masculine.

Cory carried on blowing his new acquaintance, completely oblivious to the changes affecting him. “You like?” asked the man. “Mmhrrrgggmm,” Cory could only nod and let out a gurgled hum of approval to affirm. The Turkish guy then forcefully rammed his cock down Cory’s throat, making him gag. Just as he did, Cory’s Adam’s apple jutted out more prominently. He opened his wet eyes to look up at the hunk; as he blinked away the tears, his blue eyes lost their iciness as the colour shifted from a cold blue to a warmer mixture of green and brown with flecks of gold. With his new hazel eyes, Cory saw the guy with a smirk on his face for the first time.

Cory’s body continued to change. He felt bulkier, the clothes he wore starting to strain against the muscles growing on his formerly slim frame. He also felt so much warmer despite the breeze; he felt heat radiating all throughout his body from the pit of his stomach and was sweating profusely as a result. He also felt his whole body itching uncomfortably by now. Watching the Turk strip and bare his gloriously hairy body, Cory did the same — he certainly wasn’t as hairy as the guy. Yet. The hair growing on Cory’s face continued to travel down, prickly hairs sprouting on his neck, past his collarbones and on his chest. Cory initially only had a faint patch of barely-visible hair right at the centre of his chest, but as the hairs darkened and thickened, they fanned out towards his pits, forming whirling patterns around his nipples and covering his whole chest with stubbly black hair, like a freshly-mowed lawn. The prickly sensation migrated south to his midriff, a trail of nascent coarse hairs sprouting from his chest down to his navel and then his crotch. From there, the newly-formed treasure trail widened and began to spread outwards in all directions, hairs multiplying rapidly until Cory’s whole torso was blanketed in a field of short hair which connected his stubble and still-sparse pubes.

After a few minutes of Cory sucking, slurping and gagging on the fat Turkish cock, the guy made him stop. Cory reluctantly agreed. The guy then grabbed Cory by his wavy, shiny black hair and got him up back on his feet. Cory was in a state of utter bliss, drunk on pre and musk, drooling uncontrollably. The Turk lifted his arm, exposing his smelly pit completely covered in tangled wiry hairs. The dark hairs were so incredibly dense and tightly-spaced that Cory thought he was staring into the void. “Sniff and lick,” he told Cory. Who was Cory to say no? He stumbled forward, faceplanting right in the sweaty jungle of pit hairs. The pit musk was surely at least ten times as potent as the musk from crotch! The pungent scent was overwhelming; it burned Cory’s nostrils, and yet his cock throbbed even harder, dripping pre all over. What would have been torture felt more like heaven to Cory. He grunted as he took a deep whiff of the rank musk and licked the matted hairy mess soaking wet with sweat. It was absolutely acrid, and the sharp sourness also scalded his throat, making him cough. Cory was immobilised though, his head held in place in the Turk’s reeking hirsute pit; he let out muffled moans, struggling to breathe. Inhaling the musk and gulping down obscene quantities of rancid sweat accelerated Cory’s changes.

Cory’s body ached all over as he increased in size, growing a few inches and gaining muscle mass. His muscles pulsated and expanded; it really looked as if someone was blowing air into him. His chicken legs inflated to become sturdy trunks, with hard thighs and bulging calves. His arms too grew larger, the veins protruding, his forearms thickening along with his biceps and triceps which doubled in size. Cory’s shoulders and chest broadened, providing him with a more robust, rugged physique. His abs also became prominent, the tight muscles emerging with several popping sounds. Cory was granted a temporary reprieve from piggishly eating out the Turk’s pit, leaving him to gasp for fresh air. The guy then tugged sharply on Cory’s nipples, making him let out a simultaneous yelp and low moan. As if some mechanism had been activated, Cory’s pecs ballooned and jutted out forward, his nipples looking thicker, longer and juicier than the goose-pimple ones he had before. Along with his pecs, his ass also expanded; what was once fairly flat and sad-looking was now globular, the firm cheeks jiggling with every move.

Cory’s puppeteer shoved Cory back into his other, equally hairy and musky pit. With his face buried in the nasty armpit, Cory panted and grunted as the intoxicating scent continued to work its magic. Cory’s brows became wider and bushier. The stubble on his face grew darker and thicker, the hairs coarsening and lengthening as well as multiplying in greater numbers. Starting from under his nose, more hairs poked out to give him a moustache which covered his whole upper lip. The hairs on his chin grew out in all directions, growing unruly and tangling up as Cory rubbed his face in the Turk’s manly pit. His cheeks underwent the same treatment, thick beard hairs pushing out from the follicles and cascading down, following Cory’s rugged jawline and covering the entire area of his face below his nose, the new bushy growth connecting with the moustache and the hairs below his lips. The growth continued to give Cory an incredibly thick medium-length beard that he’d only ever dreamt of having, now coated with a layer of musky sweat and Cory’s own saliva owing to his ravenous worshipping of the Turkish man’s pits. The man held Cory firmly in place, as if to cure the scent onto him.

This second explosion of hair travelled down Cory’s heaving body. Where the first wave of hair growth resulted in hairs which looked trimmed, the wiry, curly growth this time gave him a natural look, the hirsuteness of a man who had never shaved in his life, possibly unable to, due to how densely and much the hair grew. Coarse hairs burrowed their way out of Cory’s shoulders, leaving a forest of curly fur surrounding his neck, and flowed down his swollen upper arms and to his forearms, forming whirls and wave-like patterns, the wild, dense growth of black hair obscuring the view of the skin underneath — his arms looked as if they were wrapped in steel wool. Cory’s hands cracked and popped as they grew meatier and burlier, his fingers rough and calloused and speckled with thick hairs, giving him an almost beastly appearance.

The rapid growth of hair continued unabated, Cory feeling an intense itch under his arms. Soon, dark pinpricks appeared in his shaven pits, increasing exponentially. From those black dots, long wiry hairs shot out, growing thicker and longer, seemingly watered and fed by the sweat that had accumulated in his pits all this time. Radiating from the centre of the pits, the hairs blanketed a larger area, connecting with the hairs on Cory’s chest. Much like the Turk’s pits, Cory’s pit hair grew unwieldy and matted, the strands twisted and twirled from both the growth and the dampness. The moisture trapped under the massive tufts of pit hair emanated a smell. Indeed, accompanying the growing hairs was a stink, the same kind of rank smell that Cory had been inhaling for some time now, which grew increasingly more powerful as the fur grew in. Cory’s chest hair also began to lengthen at the same time, the hairs coiling out and curling and bunching up. Any remaining empty space was filled with thick wiry hair springing out in rapid succession. The amount of hair was grotesque; the eruption of wiry black hairs created a rug of fur on Cory’s toned body, completely enveloping his torso such that his pecs and abs were hardly visible at all, only his engorged nipples barely poking out from the dense field of hair.

Together with the massive hair growth and coupled with the increased pigmentation in his hairs, the light tan which had developed on his face also migrated down. Cory’s pale complexion on his face was already completely replaced by a natural tan, a light sun-kissed brown. The colour seeped down his neck, his back, his shoulders, like someone had dumped a bucket of oil on Cory. The dim orange streetlight made his tan appear darker, what little bits of skin peeking out through the dense hair glistening with the light reflecting off the sweat. Soon, all of Cory’s skin was a luscious earthy tone, not that much of it was visible under all the fur carpeting his whole body.

Cory’s raunchy pit sweat guzzling was interrupted when the Turk made him turn around and stand facing the wall of the vacant building. “Ass out,” the guy ordered. Cory immediately obeyed, panting like a dog that’s had too much sun. He was excited by the prospect of getting railed by this hot Turkish hunk, not having realised all the changes that affected him. Beads of precum dribbled out of Cory’s aching cock, which in the meantime had also darkened to match the rest of his complexion. His balls, larger than before, also churned. Cory felt the Turk holding him from behind, grinding his wet slick cock against Cory’s ass crack filling with hair. “Ready?” asked the man. “Fuck yes,” Cory responded. The guy spat right onto Cory’s tight puckering hole. Wiry black hairs blossomed around the pink ring, spreading out alongside the hairs growing on his crack. The light dusting of hair on his bouncy glutes was swiftly overtaken by curly dark hairs.

The Turk slowly inserted his cock lubed up with Cory’s saliva and his own precum into Cory’s inviting hairy hole, making Cory emit low moans and animalistic grunts sounding deeper than the previous ones. The man thrust in and out of Cory in a rhythmic fashion, Cory’s hole wrapping around his cock, basically milking him of his pre. With every thrust and pound and depositing of the Turkish guy’s precum in him, Cory changed further. His furry mounds ballooned even more. Pound. Fuzz grew in from the area of his coccyx and crept up the entire length of his spine, connecting with the thick curly hairs on his shoulders. Pound. The same fuzz then fanned out from the backbone, coating the lower back and colonising the previously hairless area of the shoulder blades. Pound. The wispy hairs on his whole back turned darker, growing longer and thicker, thousands of individual strands unfurling as they burrowed out of Cory’s smooth skin with great strength, leaving him with an impenetrable pelt of fur on his back. Pound. The wiry hairs erupted in greater quantities on his legs and snaked down, growing all over and wrapping around his thighs and calves and shins. Pound. The midnight black hairs on Cory’s legs thickened considerably that they were now visible from a distance, in stark contrast to before when he still had barely-visible light hairs against his pale white skin.

The pounding increased in speed, the Turk’s hairy low-hanging golf ball-sized balls slamming and smacking sonorously against Cory’s voluptuous hairy ass, also making his balls increase in size to those of tennis balls. Each frenzied slap caused Cory’s bush to fill in and spread beyond its confines at the base of his penis. He had previously kept his crotch trimmed, but that was history now; his pubes more closely resembled black fur due to how dense and tightly-packed it was. It was impossible to see the skin underneath the bush which had basically spread to the navel and also around Cory’s hips, even having crawled a little bit up his shaft. The wild, unkempt matted fur on his groin, much like the coarse tufts of hair under his arms, collected both musk and moisture, rendering it damp and especially pungent. It was only this time that Cory realised how much he reeked, with his arms outstretched to prop himself against the wall as he was fucked by his dream man. He didn’t care that he stunk; no, it turned him on, even. His dick responded accordingly, pulsating painfully — as the Turkish guy continued to thrust rigorously, Cory’s leaking cock grew larger incrementally, as did his balls which were engulfed in wiry hairs, and Cory produced more and more pre which trickled down his shaft and onto his extremely tangled mess of a bush, stinking it up even more.

Very little of Cory as he once was at the coffeehouse remained. At this point, he resembled an extremely hairy, beefy Turkish man, handsome and masculine, oozing testosterone out of every pore, blessed with the perfect manly genes such that luscious fur carpeted his body front and back, head to toe. After a few more thrusts and plunging and poking, the Turk erupted with one drawn-out growl and heavy panting and flooded Cory’s insides with his hot, sticky seed, depositing load after load in him. On Cory’s part, he too was close to cumming. As his cock reached a fully erect length of at least 9 inches, his foreskin retracted down his pulsing shaft and vanished altogether, leaving him with a newly-cut slab of meat. Cory blasted — hands-free — at the same time as the other Turk, leaving a puddle of splooge on the ground and painting a fair bit of the wall he propped himself up against. As he came, so came out the last vestiges of his former whiteness, his balls now filling and churning with Turkish cum.

The guy pulled out of Cory with a shlorp, cum dribbling out of Cory’s manhandled hairy hole and clinging onto the thick curly hairs on Cory’s ass and legs. Both men were breathing heavily, completely spent. They momentarily stood in silence punctuated by the sounds of buzzing insects and the occasional evening breeze. The other Turkish man, now slightly smaller in build than Cory, pulled Cory close for a kiss, gently and tenderly this time, not minding the pre and drool that had stuck and dried onto Cory’s majestic bushy beard.

“What’s your name?” the guy asked, thumbing Cory’s still-hard protruding nipples. Cory opened his mouth to respond but he hesitated. He suddenly realised he didn’t remember his name — what was his name? What a strange thing to forget! He knew it started with a C… no! It wasn’t a C, silly him. It started with a K, of course, and there was an R in there. K… Kor…? Ker…

“Kerem,” he finally answered. Yes, Kerem; that was his name, the name that he’d obviously had all his life. He’d always lived in Istanbul, hadn’t he? He liked the sea and the hills, his native culture, and the men, especially the men — those hirsute and masculine like him, of course — how happy is he who calls himself a Turk!

“I’m Semih,” said the other man who had followed Kerem all the way from the coffeehouse in the hopes of having fun with him. He certainly did get lucky, even out in public like this. “Evimde bir kez daha?”

“Peki, kanka.” Kerem was so ready for round two with Semih.

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Hi all, decided to upload something original for a change. Kudos to @hairyjocktf for the encouragement!

[gabessquishytum]

Huzzah! Please accept Hob & Corinthian being punished with frottage when they want to be fucked as thanks

Idk what they’re being punished for (possibly for fucking each other when they weren’t supposed to?), but Dream has them trussed up and lying on top of each other, with their hands bound behind their backs, such that they can kiss and rub their chests and cocks together all they want, but neither can get a good enough angle to get at each others holes.

On some other day, this would honestly be a perfectly lovely situation, they’d be happy to spend ages languidly getting each other off like this. Unfortunately, in this case both Hob and Cori are feeling particularly cockhungry, and no amount of desperate rutting against each other is enough to get either of them to come, when they both are so needy to be filled and fucked. It doesn’t help that just after arranging them in place, Dream had quite thoroughly fingered them both open, before completely backing away (not even plugging them up as compensation! 🥺), leaving them empty and wanting.

Speaking of Dream, he has a front row seat to his poorly-behaved beloveds, completely deaf to their crying and whining and begging for his cock. Their punishment is that he won’t touch them again in this position until they provide him with a proper show, allowing him to admire the lovely picture they make as they kiss and rub against each other. Only when he’s satisfied will he put them out of their misery and finally fuck them both, filling their needy holes with the cum they so desperately crave.

-🪽anon

This is absolutely delicious, what an excellent scenario to think about. I can almost hear the delightful chorus of whining and whimpering <3

And people do always say "you reap what you sow", so really Hob and Cori should have known better than to misbehave. The trouble is, they're both so slutty and horny all the time. Never happy unless they're full of cock. Inevitably they disobey the rules, trying to please themselves, trying to make themselves cum without permission. Its pathetic, really. But Dream does love them both so very much, and he's always happy to discipline his naughty pets. He enjoys the tears, the begging, enjoys watching them humiliate themselves. It's such a satisfying feeling to see his sweet, terrifying nightmare drooling all over himself, while his dear immortal human desperately tries to kiss his multiple mouths. It's pure art, really.

If they put on a really good show, Dream will relent. He will form himself two thick, leaking cocks, and he'll make himself Big so he can properly dominate his beloveds. He'll fuck both cocks into those two hungry holes, and he'll revel in the sounds of pleasure that his pets provide. He'll fuck them in tandem while they continue to kiss and fuck up against each other like horny beasts. They're truly perfect, and he knows that they will thank him pathetically when he fills them up with cum.

He'll make them wait a little longer, though. Make sure that they enjoy rutting on each other and appreciate Dream’s magnanimous decision to let them touch. He'll make sure that they say "thank you" for such generosity. Who knows: next time they misbehave, Dream might not be feeling quite so kind!!

[bklynmusicnerd]

Cirie's stressing out cause they put her in the one scenario where there is no way for her to fall on the sword and protect Jared from his mistakes. She better start taking Cory seriously after this.

[riff-is-on-a-fucking-crisis]

dunno why, but for some reason i though of a scenario with ness and the cabbie(idk what ppl are calling cory's cameo) with smth along the lines of:

"I just had some weird passengers last week, Ness"

"👀❓"

"There was a little girl with a giant robot bear, and then there were some doll, thing... I dunno..."

"...." [quietly takes notes]

"Ness... don't..."

[guitarmasterx7]

Thots on all the members and their dynamics?

good ask, i've been mentally chewing on it for a number of days. this list won't include the past two co-hosts jsyk

chris - the absolute goat, THE oney player. i find his overall dynamic shifting to either counter guests or match their energy really interesting. i enjoy that he seems to play more of a straight man around the sillier guys (cory and adam namely), and it's sweet how much he cracks up over zach's and cory's jokes. when he feels the need to play the role of 'the silly one' he can be kinda overbearing, i appreciate his humor much more when it's unforced. he's very indigo, fuchsia and cyan colored to me

zach - THE funnyman, he's undeniably the highlight of whatever video he's in and i'm here for it. he's got great chemistry with chris and lyle, he works off both of them the best. he can definitely overshadow the others jokes, but i wouldn't say i dislike the dynamics he brings to the table regardless. i'm also a huge fan of his political/pop culture trivia, it's like taking a peak into his brain. he's the colors of autumn; orange, red, brown AND green, what more could you want?

tomar - i'll be honest i'm not as autistic about this guy but i really appreciate how he responds to scenarios. he's like the backbone of the lets plays he's in, he's got the straight man charm without being completely dismissive of jokes. it is still really funny when he's oblivious to joke setups tho i feel like those are the best moments. he's one of those guys you can introduce to anybody and have them get along no matter how different their personalities are. also his voice acting is fucking stellar. he's THE coolest tones of purple ever, and he's got that emerald association to him

lyle - he makes me feel fucking crazy. his humor can come off as disconnected from the others, but i appreciate how he rolls with his own jokes and how willing he is to "yes and" literally any scenario. he builds off the others well without drawing attention away from conversations or gameplay, he's the perfect balance of silly jokester and straight man when it's called for. fits in like a goddamn chameleon that motherfucker. extremely red coded, with hints of green and silver. (a royal purple is in there if you squint!)

cory - i'm in the 1% of people who enjoy the FUCK outta cory, maybe even moreso since he became a regular. i love seeing how his scatterbrain connects dots that don't align, and it's really endearing when he infodumps about sonic or whatever else. he isn't given enough credit for the times in recent years where he catches himself during a tangent, and actually steers the conversation back to something relevant. people talk about him as if he's a contestant on a reality show who's about to be voted off. he's fun, and he radiates a mix of indigo, hot pink and orangey yellow colors

adam - swedish motherfucker who i hate(love). his life fascinates me, it's surreal that he's an actual human being who exists. i love how he makes cory seem normal in comparison to him lmfao. chris acts more mature around him and i fuck with it heavy as a longstanding oneyfan. i think fondly about the time during a now deleted runescape stream he addressed a group of fans as fags (which caused chris to delete the entire video). it can be hard to watch the videos where he's paired up with cory, but sometimes i do need pure brain slop. he's all the primaries, red yellow and blue.

niall - fucking LOVE this guy. wish he had more self esteem, he always pairs well with the others due to their friendship and i think frequently about his living situations between ireland, sleepycabin and rooming with adam. i am really looking forward to whatever content him and adam are cooking up. he's a forest green with some maroon and pinkish purples thrown in.

dave - less on my radar than the others but he's really funny, i appreciate seeing him around more regularly. i LOVE the chemistry between him, jeff, cory and adam. he's my favorite unironic fortniter. you know the classic colors of skittles? he's all of those, specifically the yellow ones. also like, neon green when paired with black.

[gabulousxo]

My personal Quinn and Logan headcanons once they became public with their love:

- After the PCA prom, (which I still believe was their Jr. Prom, though the movie labeled it their Sr. year...), the gang was a little weird about the idea at first, but soon accepted it, and fully supported it. Simultaneously teasing them about it here and there. Lol. Maybe it'd even be possible that they somewhat suspected that they were secretly dating, they just never confronted Quinn and Logan about it beforehand. They'd just keep it to themselves.

- Sr prom, they were voted king and queen. Logan expected it, probably had a hand in it, and flaunted their wins (lol). While Quinn was a little surprised and even a bit shy to be chosen as queen, but was happy and a bit teary. Then, they slow danced to a song, ..to Quinn's surprise, that Logan had requested. Preferably one that she really loved, and that he knew she loved. ❤️

- Quinn was valedictorian at graduation and had pressure and stress preparing a speech. But the gang, Logan especially, gave her lots of encouragement and support. And she probably rehearsed with just Logan at some point. Then, while giving her speech at the ceremony, Logan was nothing but smiles and heart eyes from the audience as he watched and listened to her speak to all the graduates. And considering their last name initials were next to each other, I'd like to think that they received their diplomas back to back. ❤️ (Or maybe just had one other student in between them.)

- Summer before college, they both officially met each other's families. Quinn was immediately loved by Logan's parents and sister. But, Quinn's parents weren't too jazzed with Logan at first. But over time, after seeing how much Logan truly loved and respected Quinn, and seeing how much he meant to her, Quinn's parents started to come around. (After seeing how close he was with her parents in the movie, it just makes me believe that..that's what 15 years of dating Quinn had done. ❤️)

- Their first time, I personally believe, happened in college. It could've been just before they graduated from PCA as some people think, but I personally believe they gave it a little bit of time.

- College Quogan faced some bumps. Typical arguments about finding time to be together, canceled dates, etc.. and eventually trying to work out a reasonable, healthy system. Probably the first real test of their relationship. I honestly believe that Quinn and Logan went to different colleges. Though said colleges being within a couple hours/driving distance of each other. (If not the same school. Which is also possible, considering Logan was intelligent in science/chemistry. Despite his typical C-D averages.) So, because they'd gone to different schools, experiencing a little bit of long distance, with tough classes, and studying hours, there may have been so little time to really be together. Life's difficulties start to interfere. But, with their undying love, devotion, and overall commitment to each other, they were able to get through the challenges of not always being together, and finding some positives while being apart. (And so they did. For 15 years and still going strong. ❤️) Even if those positives were few, ..since they meant everything to each other. ❤️

- Logan's first attempt at a proposal, if not at graduation like a Cory/Topanga scenario, then I'd like to think his first attempt was on a date while in college. More likely in between Jr & Sr year. Logan pouring his heart out, having the ring later appear at the bottom of Quinn's champagne glass or placed in the center of her desert (ice cream, cake/cupcake, etc), or..if he just decided to go old fashioned (like how he did in the movie) with a ring box and getting on one knee beside her, one hand holding the box, and the other holding her left hand, and again just pouring his heart out. Whatever have you, .. but she obviously declines. Reassuring him that she still loves him and can see marriage in the future..but she then insists that she's just not ready yet. And, although a little heartbroken, Logan completely understands..telling her that he can wait and that he won't put any serious pressure on her. No matter how long it may take, he promises that he'll wait for her until she's ready. (And he did. For 15 years, never giving up or walking out on her. ❤️)

- Over the course of 15 years, I'd say Logan tried at least 2-3 times proposing, while frequently letting out playful teases in between (ex: "Marry me, Quinn Pensky!" on her IG.) Then, whether it was just before he came to meet her in London for the Tekmate phone launch, or just after he arrived, (since it was never said how long exactly Quinn had been in London for..a few days/a week at least) Quinn finally & happily accepts his proposal. And overjoyed, Logan decides to plan one gala of a wedding. Which ultimately went a bit too far, overwhelming Quinn, (and then there's Zoey, smh), leading her to call it off. But Logan never gave up for 15 years and he wasn't gonna let his (and Zoey's) mistake stop him now. Then obviously after they talk it out and Quinn forgives him, he gives her the small, intimate, and beautiful wedding ceremony that she originally hoped for. Plus with a little nostalgia, being held at PCA: Where they fell in love. Again she happily and tearfully accepts his re-proposal, and once again, Logan is over the moon. ❤️

- Married life is full love, happiness, and memories in the making. Quinn is often coming up with new "quinnventions" that reach the public eye and spark business' interests. Like it most likely always had been, Quinn is the inventor, and Logan is her personal business and production coordinator. He's her part time business partner: assisting in her events, conferences, and overall business deals when she needs him. And just showing the world how amazing she and her inventions are. As well as dealing with any bad, manipulative business that may come Quinn's way. Protecting her inventions, profits, etc making sure none of them get entrusted into the wrong hands. And, ..he's her full time Ken: being the best friend/husband he can be for her, watching her work her magic 24/7 and just falling more and more in love with her every day. ❤️ (Logan is definitely a Ken, lol, but..he still has a profession. As Matthew even said, he went into business similar to his father.)

- Within a year or two's time, Quinn finds out she's pregnant. Quinn, ..and Logan are not only over the moon happy, but are freaking out. First time parent jitters, doubts, and stress for both of them. But when other one doesn't know what to do and can't relax, the other acts as the anchor and grounds the other back to earth, giving them a sense of peace and relaxation..knowing that neither one of them are alone in this and that, just like with anything, they'll get through it together. As a team. Logan is there for Quinn through it all: mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, swellings, giving her lots of massages, there with her for every doctor's appt, attending Lamaze classes, etc. And Quinn is ready to snap him out of it whenever he gets a bit overwhelming with setting up the nursery, preparing for the delivery, getting all the essentials, etc. Then when their baby arrives, it's one of those rare times when Logan lets himself cry. Quinn and Logan are just so unbelievably happy looking down at the life they've created and brought into the world. Then they look at each other with more love and happiness then ever before. ❤️❤️❤️

Ok. These are my personal Quogan headcanons and personal envisions of what most likely could've happened in between those 15 years leading up to Zoey 102..and what their life may began to look like after they got married. 😊❤️

[xo-cori]

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[skippyv20]

How about prelude to “Origin story”? how Meghan met Harry. How about change the time and meeting place to 2015 in Soho, Istanbul and instead of Cory make it Misha. Went to the bar for first introduction,They went to his room and she left hours later for her fight back to Canada.

Sounds about right, because they initially said it was Misha who introduced them, perhaps, only when they don’t want people to connect the Soho-Istanbul dots ( because she stupidly posted her 48 hours trip to Istanbul on Tig with photos) they changed stories several times then stick IG Canada. IG Canada is where she slips her personal card to move forward from “previous several booty” calls to “non-booty” call meeting. 💥 they have to stick with IG Canada story (even though this makes her a cheating, booty call bitch) because they have no choice where to squeeze the “first meeting” story from first meeting to making it official. 💥

Like anything else, who knows the truth?  No one..not even them, they have so many scenarios out there…😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[gabessquishytum]

Thinking about Hob setting up a threesome (or maybe just getting cucked?) for Dream as a surprise- maybe trans!Dream and trans!Corinthian, so Hob can just sit back and watch

HELL YEAH this is so much fun. I'm imagining a cucking scenario (or maybe it's just roleplay) where Cori has Dream spread out on the big double bed and is just absolutely eating him out like he's starving. Dream is a wreck already. Legs shaking, tears and drool running down his face, begging for mercy but also begging for more. Meanwhile Cori is rutting against the sheets to try and get himself off.

And Hob? He's outside the bedroom door, trousers around his thighs as he desperately jerks off. He's covering his mouth with his hand because he doesn't want them to know that he's there, watching and listening as his husband gets ruined by another man. He's biting into his knuckles and thinking about how when they're done, he'll be allowed in to smell the cum-soaked sheets.

Anything to please his Dream <3

[icancirieclearlynowthegameison]

Ok if I understand current house dynamics, we've got:

Red/Cameron wanting to win to go against Jag

Jag wanting to win to go against Red/Cameron

America in an almost NEED to win scenario or she'll hit the block

Meme saying she needs to win to garner some power

Jared exists, so he might try to win even though he prob shouldn't

Blue might feel like she needs to win to save herself

Bowie is there & probably would want to win for Bye Bye Bitches but doesn't need the win

Cory could win to provide some power plays, but I think he could probably pass on this one

Matt is in a similar boat as Cory IMO- probably better to just sit back this week, though a win could help his strategic/social capital a bit.

Then Izzy & Cirie who probably shouldn't win.

Regardless those top 4 bullet points have me excited for Pressure Cooker & the ways in which it could really play out given current dynamics.

[vetoking]

honestly the ideal scenario for me right now is cory and america on the block next week, one of them wins the power and the eviction is cancelled, and then one of the two wins hoh the next week. literally maximum drama of that happens, plus it tips off cory and america to their position in the house which allows for an opposition to form against cirie’s minions. i just can’t do another steamroll and i think they’re our only chance 😭