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hysteria-things · 3 months

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helloo!! if you don't mind(and if you have time), can you please make a matt smut inspired by the song She's so Nice by Pink Guy ??

It can be a chris smut too if you want !!

this man quite literally made me go BARK BARK BARK

SHE'S SO NICE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: EDIT: i forgot to put one so i’m just gonna say doing the deed with matt sturniolo

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, big tits reader, cheating (don’t do that!), marking, titty fucking, mouth fucking, hair gripping, p in v, degradation, choking, stomach bulge, ROUGHHH

ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 705

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: request for @skadltmf and anon! these two felt right to combine :)

i hope i did okay??? ngl this one was hard to do LOL

as somebody with big tatas this made me giggle and kick my feet a lot🤭 (my back hurts all the time)

hickeys ran from your neck down to the top of your breasts, the things matt worships the most about you.

you think having double d’s are the worst, but he is by far mesmerized by them.

you squirm and whine underneath his grip as he sucks one last mark into your skin. he lifts his head to admire your naked body, roaming his hands along your curves. he approaches your breasts and starts to squeeze them.

you whine again. “matt.”

“what?” he asks, finally releasing his hard dick from his underwear. you feel his knees on the bed as he hovers over you. “what do you want?”

you lift yourself onto your elbows and look at him through hooded eyes. “i—” you pause when matt starts to stroke himself while throwing his head back with a moan.

you don’t have time to blink when he aligns himself to your tits and starts thrusting into them. his hands push them together to make them squeeze around him.

your mouth hangs open as you watch himself use your chest to get off. “i fucking love these tits, man.” he groans.

the arousal between your legs starts to drip onto the sheets below you because of how pathetically wet you are. he grunts as he goes faster, but pulls away before he can release.

he grips your hair which makes you whimper. he lifts your head slightly so you can look into his eyes. his tip grazes against your lips. “open your mouth.”

you don’t have a chance to open all the way when he’s already pushing himself slowly inside. matt lets out a sigh of relief when he feels the warmth consuming his dick.

the grip on your hair stays when he starts to rut his hips forward. your eyes start to water when he reaches the back of your throat, the gulping and gagging sounds cause him to let out a breathy laugh. “look at you; choking on another man’s cock. such a fucking slut.”

you moan around him, his fist on your hair tightening. he starts to bob your head to match his rhythm, drool dribbling down your chin.

“shit.” he breathes, taking himself out of your mouth and smearing his cum all over your tits.

“matt.” you repeat in the same whiny tone as before. “he’s going to be here soon.”

“good.” he grips your throat, pushing his still-hard erection into your dripping hole. “he can walk in and see how much of a whore his girlfriend is, yeah?”

he starts pounding into you immediately, causing you to cry out. your mascara starts to run down your face.

it feels like you don’t have time to breathe by how each thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. “p-please, go harder.”

he releases his hand from your neck and grabs the back of your knees, pushing them further apart so he can go deeper. “your boyfriend has no idea what he’s missing out on. fuck, you’re so tight.”

you’re clenching so hard around his cock that he can’t even pull out all the way. instead, it makes him push further into your pussy.

your eyes cross, the bulge in your abdomen showing as clear as day. “feel how deep i am inside your tummy? you were made to be fucked by me. such a good slut for me.”

“cum—” you blab, your tongue starting to stick out. “gonna cum for you.”

matt’s eyes are fixated on the way your tits bounce aggressively at how hard he’s railing into you. he grabs your throat again. “look at me.”

your eyes flutter to his, and he grins. “there you go.” he says as you feel him paint your walls white.

you twitch, seeing stars as your face scrunches with pleasure when your orgasm hits you like a train. “cumming… cumming…”

“i know baby, i know,” he says, now doing tiny thrusts to make sure you take it all.

he slowly pulls out of you, wincing at the sudden emptiness. he sits up, looking at your painted white tits and pussy that’s leaking both his and your release. he smiles proudly.

“i should leave you like this so your boyfriend knows what a real orgasm looks like.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!

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extremelyblackandwhite · 7 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry this one is a bit short. i am worrying myself silly until tomorrow.

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and wouldn't you love to love her?

Bucky didn't know if Y/N wouldn't be back. He had decided to give her space, allow her the time off since she never had any but explaining it to Sadie was, to say the least, complicated. The two year old had decided to live up to the terrible two cliche and between refusing to go to school and kicking any time he tried to bathe her. Whenever she asked when Y/N would be back all Bucky could say was that he did not know and, honestly, that was the truth. The more the days passed by and her viva examination got closer, he was starting to believe more and more that maybe she just wasn't coming back at all. I like you just the way you are, what ever happened to Hey Y/N, would you like to go for some coffee? No, he just had to be upfront about it.

As if Sadie living up to her prophecy wasn't enough, Christopher was equally on him blabbing and wondering about Y/N. He could only tlel him so much before Chris charted a jet to Ohio and he was certain Y/N would hate that more than what he told her.

Bucky was in the middle of dealing with Sadie screaming bloody murder about the pancakes not having chocolate chips when he heard the front door close. At this point, if someone came to shoot him in the head he wouldn't mind. However, it turned out to be a much pleasant sight dressed in a professional black dress.

- Why is she crying? - Y/N drapped her coat over the chair.

- There's no chocolate chips. - Bucky sighed both of relief that Y/N was here and of tiredness.

- Sadie Barnes, you either eat your pancakes or there will be no TV, no tablet, no toys, no Etch-a-Sketch and definitely no Bluey, Disney + or any other streaming service your dad may be paying for. Your choice.

The redhead stared at Y/N before starting to eat her pancakes. That's it, Y/N was a witch. She had to be a witch. That's it. She was a witch, a very pretty witch who looked way too polished to have come out of an Ohio farm, but a witch.

- How were the cows?

- Pardon?

- Your parents. You went to see your parents right? They live in a farm in Ohio?

- Yeah. They were ok. Apparently mum has named them Rose, Sophia, Dorothy, and Blanche much to dad's dismay.

- Like the Golden Girls. - he chuckled. - So, your viva is today.

- Don't remind me. It's like walking into a slaughter house and then being denied being called a doctor. They should decapitate me, put my head on a spike, and parade me around Columbia as the massive disappointment.

- What's decapitate? - Sadie asked.

- It's the capital. - Bucky said not wanting to traumatise his two year old with the scenario Y/N had just described. - Go wash your hands and get your backpack, bug.

Sadie nodded but not before going over to hug Y/N's leg. Y/N ruffled her head before sending her along to wash her hands. Bucky got to making Y/N a plate, patting the chair next to him. She smiled at him before taking a seat and cutting a bit of the pancake. She stopped chewing, looking at him with a forced smile.

- Good?

- Buck, why are they salty? - she put a napkin in front of her mouth to spit out the pancake.

- They're not salty. - Bucky took a forkful from her plate to try it himself.

- We've had this discussion, Buck. Salt is in the black pot and sugar in the white one.

- I'm gonna be a mess when you quit. - he pushed the plate away from her. - Speaking of which, I would like if you interviewed your future replacement. I trust you to pick the right person.

- Most likely you won't need a replacement because I'm failing my viva today.

- You are not. - Bucky put his hand on her shoulder. - You are smart, Baudelaire.

- Baudelaire?

- Do the scary thing first. Get scared latter.

(...)

Bucky drove Y/N down to Columbia, ensuring she got there safe and ready for her VIVA before driving down to take Sadie to school. Y/N swallowed in empty, merely staring at the hallowed halls of a building which had many notable alumni and she was now hoping she would be one. The VIVA was intense to say less and as she came out of the room, she was sweating buckets and wanting to be as far away from the building as possible.

- Y/N! - shit. Shit, shit, shit, she'd forgotten he existed. What ever happened to men taking a hint?

- Chris. - she turned around with a fake smile. - What are you doing here?

- Anderson told me it was your VIVA today, I wanted to come see you. I haven't seen you in a while and Barnes said you were on holiday.

- I thought after our last chat you wouldn't want to talk to me, Christopher.

- It was a hurdle, Y/N. - he got closer to her. - Listen, I understand it was rough of me to attack your job like that but you have to understand it's because I care for you and that job is beneath you.

- No job is beneath anyone, Christopher. You think that silver spoon mouthed talk is gonna make me forget you basically insulted me, my boss and the child I look after?

- You have a Bachelors and a Masters, Y/N. You should be working internships, assistant positions to help you build your curriculum, not being a silver spoon mouthed man's child's babysitter.

- That's all fine when you can afford to work a non paid position, Christopher.

- I care about you, Y/N.

- But I don't love you.

- I don't expect you to love me yet, we haven't been seeing each other for too long and if we ...

- Christopher. - she interrupted him. - I love someone else. It's not gonna stop.

(...)

Y/N dragged herself home. It was now a week, a week long of worrying wether she passed or not. She guessed it was better than having to do it again, heck she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. She opened the door and heard mumbling with all the lights being off. She moved to turn the lights on, coming face to face with a home made sign and Sadie yelling surprise.

- What is this? - she smiled, leaning down to pick Sadie up.

- You're done, it's a party. - Bucky chuckled, pointing to the sign. - We have reservations in about 3 hours. Bought an ice cream cake and Sadie made you a card.

- You shouldn't have done this.

- What? After 3 years and a half of you moaning and whining over psychology, you need a nice night out.

- You do know she'll start crying at around 10.

- That's why we have dinner reservations at 6.30 and once she's in bed, I will allow you full control of the television. How does that sound?

- I may not pass.

- You got this far. You deserve a celebration just for you.

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hebezunet · 2 months

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y'know, ive got some more thoughts about copy robot and darkman blues actually (all head canon stuff but it's my blog i get to ramble)

while copy robots initial function was to be a mimic of rock, i think he's since been able to distance himself from that and make himself his own person. something about not looking completely identical to rock too: his hair is darker, he's paler, his armor is darker and less saturated, and the purple scarf: cementing that he can distance himself from his purpose and become his own person despite everything

darkman on the other hand, while also built with the purpose of mimicking someone else, I think grapples with it a lot differently. copy robot was meant to go toe-to-toe with rock, like a sonic and metal sonic situation, whereas darkman was only meant to pretend to be blues. seems a bit cruel to make a robot mimic someone who already has his own identity issues, that's like double the problems.

I like to think that wily programmed darkman with all of blues's thoughts and feelings towards the world, towards light, towards himself- only amplifying them a bit. so making a somewhat carbon copy of blues, a meaningless creation outside of his ties to blues- what's he supposed to do? has has no choice but to embrace that he's blues. he can't distance himself like copy robot can. he simply cannot process a way to carve his own path.

this makes for an interesting dynamic between them. it does parallel rock and blues, but something's off about it. copy robot is his own boy detached from rock, and all darkman has is being blues. darkman can't understand copy's line of thinking and vice versa. it's something to rotate in my brain

#chris blabs #megaman #protoman #blues #copy robot #darkman #darkman blues

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querenciasturniolo · 5 months

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Your not actually going to post smut, you said you didn’t like that

i said i wasn’t going to post smut on this blog (which you can see here. i also stated that i don’t write smut about them in this post, which wasn’t a lie bc i hadn’t written smut about them yet.), and i’m not. i made an an entirely different blog for it.

in the past, i was very against smut and suggestive content about real people, and i’ll admit that. but realizing that i’m deadass only using their names, and not their actual personalities (hence every disclaimer i’ve written on every single one of my works), i’m not against it anymore. i’m deadass making them into characters, which is what writing is.

do i think chris and matt would fight over a girl (choose) ? no, i don’t. do i think nick would blab that someone had a crush on his brother so blatantly without thinking about the other people in the house (obviously) ? no, i don’t. do i think matt would completely ignore his girlfriend bc he was sad that they weren’t near each other anymore until she confronted him in LA (done) ? no, i don’t. do i think that chris would become borderline toxic and pick fights with someone just bc he’s in love with them and can’t handle his own emotions (fight) ? no, i don’t. and do i think the triplets would have sex with a fan, and/or do the things they do/say the things they say in smuts ? absolutely not, i don’t.

writing fiction and fanfiction is a form of self expression, and the things that i write, may have their names and a few of their character traits, but i know the difference between fantasy and reality, and i know for a fact that i will never blur those lines and believe that any of the things i write their names in would actually happen.

have a nice night !

#el answers #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #querenciasturniolo

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professorllayton · 1 year

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anyone else feeling a little murderous rn

#i knwo its just clickbait but if for even one second dc considers chris fucking pratt for my bestie booster.. ill kill ill literally murder #blabs

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asetamago · 8 months

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Dylan: *blabbing about how chris always loses his men*

Chris:

Me: i forgot what is this movie about again

#chris redfield #resident evil #death island #resident evil death island #im going insane #im sorry #his tongue

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billybennet · 3 months

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Plus One Chapter 2

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein x reader

Summary: You have been secretly dating Jean-Ralphio for a while… How will the parks department take it when you bring him to Leslie and Ben's wedding?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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A/N: this is not canon compliant

When you returned to work the following Monday, you kept your head down, hoping no one had noticed your shenanigans and that you could just move on with your life. Well, the universe had different plans for you. When you walked into the Parks office, Ben Wyatt stood talking to Ron Swanson, the very same Ron Swanson who you saw as a father figure. You stop in the doorway, and consider for a moment, leaving.

“Y/N. There you are,” Ron greets, calling you over to him and Ben. You and Ben lock eyes and you shoot him a scared expression, which he returns. “I was just telling Ben here about how you do the front desk for the department.”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“That’s great, would you mind being mine and Chris’ receptionist for the time being?” you once again shoot him a shocked look.

“Y-yeah sure,” you didn’t know the guy well and were honestly worried he might blab if you said no.

“Great, if you wanna gather your things, me and Ron have a couple of other things to discuss,” he smiles warmly at you.

“Okay, cool,” you let your shoulders relax a little and head to your desk, gathering some personal effects.

“Hey there beautiful,” you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. Jean-Ralphio leaned over your desk, as you emptied out a drawer.

You glare at him and try your best to act disgusted, “Ew, fuck off.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” he reaches out to caress your cheek, but you pull away from him.

You look around quickly, “I’m serious, fuck off,” you whisper.

“Jean-Ralphio! To what do we owe this honor?” Leslie asks loudly, trying to draw him away from you.

He looks to you briefly, but ends up flirting with Leslie, as he heads to the back to find Tom.

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April and Andy’s wedding came as a shock to most people, but not to you, you knew April well enough to know that she really did love Andy, and you didn’t doubt that love. You were honestly very happy for the two of them.

Entering the kitchen, you browsed the snack table. “Miss me gorgeous?” you hear from beside you.

“Jean-Ralphio,” you sigh.

“How you been, beautiful?”

“Good, you?” you ask, looking around the room.

“I would be better if you let me drill you again,” he leans on the table.

“How charming,” you state, walking away.

“Oh c’mon, you know you wanna,” he begs, trailing behind you.

“Maybe I do, but I’m not gonna do it if you keep making what happened between us so obvious,” you whisper harshly at him.

“Jean-Ralphio!” Tom exclaims, gaining Jean-Ralphio’s attention, “There you are!”

Jean-Ralphio opens his mouth to reply to you, but you're already gone before he can turn around.

You spend the rest of the reception practically glued to the hip to Ron. Though Ben approaches you when Ron gets distracted talking to April’s dad. “Hey,” Ben says.

“Hey Ben.”

“You uh were talking to Jean-Ralphio earlier, I saw,” he scratched the back of his neck.

You nod. “Yeah, he is, um, annoying.”

“I want you to know,” Ben whispers, looking around, “your secret is very safe with me, I would never tell anyone what I saw.”

“Thank you, Ben,” you spot Jean-Ralphio and Tom chatting across the room.

“You know,” he starts again, “I don't mean to intrude, but you shouldn't care so much about what other people think.”

“Thanks, and I know, but I mean,” you lower your voice, “It's Jean-Ralphio, ” you shoot Ben a grin.

He laughs lightly, “Yeah, but I still think you should go for it… I mean, if you want to,” he rushes, “I’m not assuming-”

“It's okay,” you calm him. “I do, I think.” You look to Jean-Ralphio again, only to see he was staring back at you, something dark in his eyes. “Excuse me…” you slip past Ben to the side of the room, keeping eye contact with Jean-Ralphio, and nodding your head towards the back door. His eyes shoot to the back door and back to you and he nods quickly, excusing himself from his conversation with Tom.

You step out into the backyard and take a deep breath of the cool night air. The stars twinkle overhead as you find a bench off to the side, “Enjoying the view?” Jean-Ralphio moves into the backyard beside you.

“Mhmm,” you agree.

“Me too,” he slides into the seat and places an arm around you.

You turn your head to look at him and see he's already staring at you. You risk a glance down at his lips. Which prompts Jean-Ralphio to place a hand on the side of your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, which seems uncharacteristic at first, but then his other hand begins roaming your body.

“We can't do this here,” you say, grabbing his adventurous hand.

“Then let's get out of here,” he bites his lip.

“It's my best friend’s wedding, I can't just ditch it…” you start, thinking deeply, “Meet me at my car in an hour, okay?” You kiss his cheek, getting up to leave.

“I’ll be there!” Jean-Ralphio calls after you.

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Your second time hooking up with Jean-Ralphio was slower, more sensual, the type of thing you would want to continue doing. That had you feeling some type of way.

When you woke neither you nor Jean-Ralphio were clothed, and there was an insistent knocking at the door.

“Y/N! It's Leslie! Can I come in? Its important!” Leslie called from the other side of the door, you look at the sleepy Jean-Ralphio who was clinging tighter to you now.

“Jean-Ralphio,” you whisper-scream. You hit him lightly when he doesn't respond, “You have to get up!”

You roll out of the bed, pulling the tired boy with you, leaving him half dangling off the bed. He groans, “What's going on?”

“Leslie’s here, now get up and shit , what am I gonna do with you?” you stop briefly from putting on clothes.

“Y/N?” Leslie calls.

“Get up!” you pull the pants on the rest of the way, grabbing Jean-Ralphio's clothes off the floor and pushing him into your closet. “I’m sorry,” you say before closing the closet door. “I’m coming Leslie!” you rush to the door.

“Oh thank god, I thought something horrible had happened to you,” Leslie sighs as you open the door. She pushes her way in despite your protests, “I need to talk to you about Ann, something awful is happening to her…” Leslie sits on your couch, rambling for a few minutes about Ann’s constant changing aesthetics.

“Leslie, let me stop your for a sec,” you interrupt, “I’m half awake and it's clear you've really thought this through, so how about this, you head down to JJ’s, get us a booth and order us some coffees and waffles, and I’ll take a shower and meet you there! By the time I get there the waffles should be ready!” you smile nervously at her.

“What an incredible idea Y/N!” Leslie stands. “You're always thinkin, huh?”

You smile, “Yeah, I’ll uh see you in like 20 minutes okay?” you rush her out the door before she can even agree. You breathe a sigh of relief as you lock the door and turn around. Shit . You rush across the apartment to your room, releasing Jean-Ralphio from his prison. “I’m so sorry,” you say.

“It’s fine,” Jean-Ralphio shrugs, putting his clothes on, “I get it, you don't want anyone to know about us.”

“What? No! I mean, sort of, just- not yet,” you sigh. “How about this, we go out sometime?” Jean-Ralphio lights up, “In Eagleton,” he deflates a little, “But you can pick the time and place.”

Jean-Ralphio smiles, starting to get giddy, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he leans down and kisses you feverishly. Pulling away slightly, you tell him, “But you do have to go now.”

“Okay, yeah,” he kisses you again. You push him towards the door lightly and he grins excitedly, walking backwards toward the door and exiting.

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Your date with Jean-Ralphio was surprisingly nice, even though you spent a lot of the time looking over your shoulder. This prompted your late night and even daytime rendezvous with Jean-Ralphio to become more and more frequent. Unfortunately though, this was not a planned rendezvous.

You sat at the front desk of the parks department, when he walked in carrying two coffees. A small smile graces your face, but you keep your tone even, “Jean-Ralphio,”

“My love,” he sets one of the coffees down in front of you.

You look around quickly and shoot him a glare, “You and I both know I can’t take this.”

He frowns at you, “Jean-Ralphio!” Tom exclaims behind you.

“Tommy-T! How you been? I brought you a coffee!” He grabs the coffee off the front desk and hands it to Tom when he approaches.

“Thanks man,” Tom smiles widely, taking a sip. “Ew!” He spits the coffee all over the desk.

“Dude,” you scold, looking at the splattered coffee.

“What is this? It’s disgusting! Y/N throw it out!” He shoves it in your direction. Instead, you take the lid off, sipping the coffee and shrugging, taking another sip. “Fine, or drink it, whatever,” Tom sighs, “C’mon Jean-Ralphio, let’s talk at my desk.” As Tom leaves, Jean-Ralphio lingers, hoping to catch your eye, you shoot him a grin, sipping the coffee again.

After Tom and Jean-Ralphio were at Tom's desk, April comes up beside you, “Gimme that,” she demands, ripping the coffee from your hand. You begin to protest, but April takes a sip, standing there pensively. “Just what I thought.” And with that she leaves.

“April-,” you start but she’s gone.

A little later you approach April’s desk, “Can we talk?” April nods and the two of you move to the courtyard. “Listen, I don’t know what you think you figured out earlier, but you can’t tell anyone.”

April crosses her arms, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if I did, you know I wouldn’t say a thing.”

You smile in relief, “Thank you, I love you.”

“I’m not the only one you love,” she teases. You gape in shock and grab your chest dramatically as if you'd been scolded.

#jean ralphio saperstein x reader #jean ralphio saperstein #parks and rec #ben schwartz

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