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indigosunsetao3 · 1 month

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The Car

Warnings: Jealousy, Manipulation (from both parties), Smut, Oral Sex

Second expansion of the Ex Husband Price list.

"No no no," you groan as you car splutters on the road. You knew something felt off when you had pulled out of the garage at work but decided to risk it anyway. You had recently started a new job, finally able to find a company that was willing to take a risk on you after such a long time away from the work force. Eager to show your enthusiasm for the job you worked late all week, even this Friday evening.

"Shit," you sigh as the car bucks in protest and you pull over to the very narrow shoulder. It's whining and idling so low you know it's going to stall out and before you can even throw the hazards on it does just that. It had done this before and you never got a solid answer from John what the issue was. He threw a whole bunch of lingo at you explaining but he knew it would go over your head.

You give the car a few seconds rest before trying to the key to start it again. The car stutters, engine squealing as it tries to turn over but it doesn't get there. You wait and try again, same result. One more time and you let out a yell of frustration and throw the keys into the passenger seat. It's nearly ten at night, on a Friday. You couldn't just leave your car here but a tow was out of your budget, and actually going to the shop to fix it was out of the question.

There's only one other option and it eats you from the inside as you stare at his number in your phone.

"John," you say when he finally picks up. It had rung so long you were sure it was going to go to voicemail. He doesn't say anything but you know he is listening. "My car's dead," you explain with a irritated sigh. "I was leaving work and it did that weird bucking thing and I think I saw smoke," you explain, eyes darting to the road as another car flies by. "You we're able to fix it last time and I just thought you could tell me-" you don't finish before he cuts you off.

"Call a tow," John replies flatly and you hear something rattling; glasses. "I'm busy," he continues and then you hear someone talking in the background. A man but you also hear a woman's lilting laugh a second later. That makes you freeze.

"You know what," you snap, jerkily removing your seatbelt and going for the door. "I'll figure it out myself," you climb out and slam the car door shut. Another car races by and the loud roar of the engine makes you wince as your jam the phone between your shoulder and ear as your fingers scramble to find the hood latch. "Have a nice evening with your friends."

"Get back in the car," John snaps, obviously having heard you climb out and the cars going by. "Where are you?"

"Doesn't matter, you're busy," you answer back finally finding the latch. You let the phone slide down and you grab it with your hand as you wrench the hood above your head and look for the support piece to hold it in place. "I'm sure someone will pull over to help." And you hang up.

He calls back four times but you ignore him as you stare at the engine. You have no idea what you are looking at and when you reach for something familiar the heat wafting from it makes you flinch back. Then, because England lives for being dramatic, it starts to rain. The water fizzles as it hits the hot engine and you huff, moving to let the hood fall with a loud bang again not sure if it was wise to let the engine drenched.

Stomping around to the drivers side door you stare at the phone as John starts sending texts before calling again and you finally pickup.

"Figure it out, sweetheart?" John asks sarcastically. You can hear music in the background and you do your best to not let your ears strain to see if you can hear that woman again.

"I'm calling a tow," you answer simply as you smooth your hair back off your face. "Maybe they'll actually fix it properly this time," you snipe. He had been the one to 'fix' it last time.

"Where are you?" He asks ignoring your jab.

You sigh before giving him the road you're on and lean back into the seat. He says he'll be there in thirty, he has to drop someone off at home first. You don't ask who that person is, though you feel a squirm in your stomach at the thought if it was that woman. Maybe a date that you interrupted. If you hadn't been so exhausted after a long week you probably wouldn't have even called him. The instinct to reach out to him when something went wrong was still too strong and it irked you that he was still your safe space.

Lights flare in your rearview mirror as John pulls up in his truck, flashing them once to let you know it's him. The rain is coming down in a proper downpour now and you snatch up your purse and dart out into it. You twist to lock your car over your shoulder, the battery is functional at least. When you pull the door open you have to pull yourself up, the stupid thing so tall that John used to help you in it whenever you two would take it out.

"Don't," you say as he looks at you and opens his mouth. You're shivering and you wrap your arms around yourself as he throws on his signal to pull back into traffic. "I'll call a tow for it in the morning," you state as you watch the dark form of your car in the mirror disappear into dark. "Maybe I just need a new one. I don't want something unreliable." Not that you could afford a new car by any means.

"I'll look at it first," John states as he leans over and turns the heat up a bit. "Probably just the fuel injector again," he mutters, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He doesn't say anything else for the rest of the ride and you don't fill the silence either. You're exhausted, cold and frustrated with yourself and the whole situation. Especially the jealousy burning in your chest as you catch sight of a lipstick covered straw on a fast food cup in the cupholder. He catches you looking at it and smirks as you quickly advert your eyes back out the window.

"You can stay on the couch," you offer looking at the radio clock as he pulls into your driveway. It's almost midnight and you know his apartment is across town, "if you want." You tack on before climbing out and wobbling on your heels on the driveway. It's the least you could do for him taking pity and coming to get you, plus if he's here he's not with the woman wearing shocking pink lipstick.

"Gaz is going to meet me in the morning," he offers as he kicks his shoes off at the door while texting on his phone. "See if we can fix it."

"Right," you answer, not turning around to look at him as your climb the stairs. "You know where the blankets are."

"You're welcome," John calls up the stairs, to which you answer with a snap of your bedroom door. You flick the lock for good measure even if the cheap doorhandle would never keep John Price out if he was determined.

Rest is fitful. You wake up multiple times and stare at the ceiling thinking about the fact John is downstairs. How long had it been since you had spent a night together, even if it was in different rooms? Months. You nearly crack and go down to check at him a three am. Telling yourself you just wanted to make sure he was comfortable, but when you open the bedroom door his resounding snores tell you he's just fine, ruining your pathetic excuse.

When you wake next it's nearly nine in the morning and you quickly hop out of bed. You can hear music coming from outside and you peer out the window to see John in the driveway, bent over tinkering over your car engine. He must have been up early to have already gone out, managed to get it running, get it back here and Gaz already be gone.

Not sure what to do with yourself you keep busy in the house, willing yourself to not look out and stare at him. When you brought him out a bottle of water and some crisps he's humming along to the music, a smirk on his lips as he works. He glances at you as you watch over his shoulder, doing your best to look at what he's doing and not the back of his actual shoulder where the muscles are rippling under the skin as he loosens a few bolts.

"Need something?" He asks as you stand there uselessly for another few minutes. "I'm almost done if that's what you're here for," he tacks on as he stands up and wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt.

For fucks sake. You bite the inside of your cheek at the glimpse of his stomach, the sweat that is shining there and the matted hair that trails deliciously down to the waistband of his pants. He lets his shirt fall before chugging the water as he looks at you waiting for an answer.

"I've got a few errands to run today," you cover quickly. "Is this going to be working properly when you're done with it? Only, I don't want to get stranded again," you state, doing your best to sound annoyed and not impossibly distracted by him standing there.

"It'll be fine," John answers, "you need to keep up the maintenance on it. The oil was sludge," he admonishes as he toes the waste can. "When was the last time you actually took it in for a tune up?"

"That was your job," you answer with a small shrug. "Didn't cross my mind. Just another thing to add to my to do list until I find someone else to do it for me." You turn heel and you know he's glaring at your back.

You spend the rest of your time burning off the nervous energy cleaning the house. When you drag the overflowing trash out to the bin you spot the fast food cup from the night before sitting in there. The bright pink lipstick glaring in the sunlight and you reach in to grab the cup to look at it, pausing when you realize how ridiculous that is before dumping the rest of the trash over it. When the lid slams shut you look over to see John staring at you with a shit-eating grin. He knows you had saw it, as if he had planned it.

Sometime later you hear him come in and find him washing his hands in the sink. He's covered in dirt, grease and sweat. You lean on the door jam watching him for a bit, watching him attempt to suds off the dirt with one of your flowery hand soaps.

"Just go shower," you state after a second as he leans down to rinse his arms up to his elbows. "You're making a mess of my kitchen," you state, tilting your head at the puddles of dirty water that he's dripped all over the sink and floor.

"I'll be out in a few," John states as he brushes past you. "Car should be all set by the way. Fully tuned up and running perfectly," he turns to walk backwards for a second, "you'll still need to get an oil change in six months though."

"I'll be sure to let the next person know. Six months should be plenty of time to find someone else to do it," you smirk as you see his shoulders tense as he rounds the stairs. You wipe up the kitchen and realize he doesn't have a towel and you'll be damned if he gets oil all over your nice ones.

Darting up the stairs you pause at the linen closet to grab an old ratty towel before knocking on the ensuite. The shower is running and you're about to crack the door open and throw the towel in for him when he calls for you to come in. You twist the door handle and push the door open to find him standing there in just his pants, hands in the midst of undoing his zipper.

"Forgot to give you a towel," you state, holding it up to him. He nods his head to the side to indicate for you to just set it on the counter. Then he undoes his zipper fully and steps out of his pants in a swift movement. He acts as if this were normal, that you were still married and he was just getting in the shower after a long day.

"John!" You snap as you drop your gaze to the floor quickly and twist your head a bit.

"Never knew you to be shy," John answers simply as he bends down and grabs his pants and folds them on the counter. He's going deliberately slow and you dart your eyes up to look at him. He's watching you like a hawk and you swallow as you take in the sight of him in the rapidly steaming bathroom. "Get out then if you're that upset about it," he teases as you let your eyes roam over him. He holds perfectly still, letting you drink him in knowing that you're struggling. "Or join me," he tacks on with an eyebrow quirk. "Saw you watching me all morning," he smirks. "Don't lie," he says quickly as you open your mouth to fight him on that.

"Get in the shower," you breathe out as you move to leave. "I don't want to see the lipstick on your cock from your girlfriend last night." There was that jealousy you had been trying to fight for hours. You hadn't seen anything, but you had certainly looked for the evidence despite yourself. His hand grabs your wrist swiftly and tugs you back toward him.

"I cleaned that off already," he taunts pulling you closer to him. "You jealous, sweetheart?" He tilts his head to the side a bit as you twist your wrist to pull back, it's a false attempt and you both know it.

"You're free to do whatever you want," you answer, eyes flicking up to his face. "Does she know you went to your ex wife's rescue?" You see his eyes narrow at the word ex-wife and you do your best to squash the glee you get at his anger of the term. "And you stayed in her house?"

"She's not worried about it," John answers and he knows he's hit a sore spot, but he keeps needling. "I told her exactly where I was going and she just told me to be careful." He's confirming your worst fear and the sudden jerk of your arm breaks his grip on you.

"Wash up and get out," you snap and turn to leave but you barely make it to the door before he grabs you around the waist to pull you back. He's chuckling and you thrash seeing red.

"She doesn't care if I'm with my wife," he states, either purposely or slip of the tongue forgetting the ex part. "Because she's Johnny's bird. I had them over the apartment last night," he nips your ear as your still in his arms. "Now who's a jealous arsehole?" Something you had accused him of so many times.

"You lied," you gasp out, the fight dying in you as you piece everything together. He nuzzles the side of your neck and kisses your pounding pulse. You don't fight him as his hands roughly untucks your shirt from your sinfully short pajama shorts.

"I never said a word, you made your own assumptions," he admonishes as his hands find your now bare breasts and kneads them roughly. "Turn about is fair play," he grinds out as you arch up off him as he pinches your nipples. You know he's referring to what you had done last time he had been around, taunting him about your ex.

"You let me make them on purpose," you whine as one hand slides down your stomach toward the hem of your shorts.

"So what if I did?" He asks as his fingers toy with the elastic of your underwear. "I like getting you all worked up. Watch you squirm a bit," he palms your center through the thin cotton material and you attempt to grind down on his hand but he pulls back a fraction of an inch. "Get you needy for me," his fingers brush down the v of your bikini line, "remind you that you did this to yourself." He bites your shoulder as you grab his wrist to force him to touch you but he barely grazes your clit with his finger before pulling away.

"John," you say frustrated as he lets go of you and steps around to get in the shower. "We can't kept doing this. It's just dragging it out."

"I seem to remember it was you calling me last night," he states as he opens the glass shower door and barely steps in. His eye are watching you, a commanding look on his face as he lifts his hand up to you. He's making you go to him, making you beg him.

You stare at him determined to hold onto some dignity this time. You couldn't be the one to give in twice in a row, even if you had gotten yourself off last night thinking about him to take the edge off to get some sleep. But when the hot water rushes over John's naked form and he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, you follow obediently.

You strip out of your shorts and underwear and step into the steam of the shower. Before the door even clicks shut he's got you pinned to tile wall, causing you to gasp at the bite of cold on your back. His tongue takes that chance to sweep in and you moan as his fingers finally find your clit and rub gentle circles. He kicks your legs a bit wider so he can run his hand further down you and he roughly pushes a finger in without warning.

"This is something you can't take care of yourself," he says as he pulls back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "I heard you last night," he states as he curls his finger, pumping antagonizing slow. "Heard you open the door before retreating again. Then I heard you whimpering my name a few minutes later," he hitches his breath with you, a mockery, as he pushes a second finger in. "Yet here you are, still so needy for me. Can't take that edge off yourself can you?"

You narrow your eyes. You thought you had heard something when you had dug around in the nightstand. Had frozen in your hunt for something, anything, to get yourself off but found your stash depleted. Your toys had slowly been disappearing, or losing charge when you needed them most, over the past few months. You just thought you had just misplaced them in the bathroom or forgot to charge them. But the way John is taunting you, you're suspicious he's the reason you haven't been able to properly get yourself off.

"You sneaky bastard," you pant as he kisses you feverishly a few times before dropping down to his knees before you. You run your hands through his soaked hair as he kisses his way down your stomach, his one hand never stopping its ministrations as his other slides down to the back of your thigh to lift your leg up over his shoulder.

"I would have helped you last night," he replies as he kisses you just a fraction of an inch above where you want him most. "But you're the one who locked the door," he finishes before darting his tongue out to lick a long, wide, stripe over your clit.

You buck up and have to slap one hand on the wall to keep yourself balanced as he begins to lap at you in earnest. The water is scalding against your already heated skin and when you look down you see John's eyes staring up at you. The piercing blue eyes crinkled in the corners because he's smirking at what he's doing to you, at the noises he's getting out of you.

"How many times did you cum last night?" John asks as he picks up the pace with his fingers, pressing his free hand on your lower pelvis to keep you from riding his hands and helping yourself.

"O-once," you shudder, "barely." You admit because damn it you want to get off properly. If his smug attitude at 'winning' this fight meant that would happen, you would you'd take it. "Fuck John," you throw your head back on the wall, feeling it bounce lightly, as he nips at your clit.

"Poor thing," he taunts as he places a chaste kiss where he had just bitten. He twists out of the grip you attempt to get on his hair to pull him to you; he's going to decide when and how you finish. "Impatient, jealous and oh so needy," he spreads you a bit wider before sucking lightly causing you to shake with exertion.

"Stop teasing me," you say frustratedly before yelping as he bites you harder than before. "Please," you tack on knowing he's never one to accept your demanding things.

"Since you asked so nicely," John says before finally giving you what you want. His fingers find that spot in you without hesitation, he knows your body too well, as his tongue abuses your clit. You rock your hips into his face, riding him as he pushes you to that edge. You finally topple over the abyss at a scrape of his teeth and he holds you steady to keep from slipping in the water.

You come down, sinking a few inches on the wall as he unhooks your leg off his shoulder. He's smirking as he pushes up from the ground and you reach for him, more than ready for a second, or third, orgasm but he stops you despite being rock hard himself.

"I've got a meeting," he explains as he grabs a bottle of shampoo absently and begins to quickly wash his hair, using the excess suds to wipe down his skin. "And unlike you, I can finish myself," he smirks as his palms his heavy dick for a second just to taunt you before rinsing off.

You narrow your eyes reach for him again but he grabs your wrist to restrain you. He's serious. He is going to leave you here aching for more. With one last gloating smirk he steps out and grabs one of your nice towels, the raggedy one left forgotten on the counter.

In his haste to clean up he hadn't gotten all the grease off his skin and the remnants are left on your nice fluffy towel. You glare at the mess before attempting to finish the job John had left for you but it doesn't work. It's a ghost of an orgasm that he had given you in the shower.

What John didn't tell you was his meeting was simply paying off Simon for helping him. He had asked him to follow you home from work to make sure you didn't end up in too dangerous of a spot when the car did eventually splutter to a stop. And after John had picked you up Simon fixed the car in a second. He just had to put the fuse back in that John had ripped out earlier that evening.

Once the car was running properly, Simon pulled it safely into the woods for the evening. A task that thankfully didn’t require hot-wiring since John had given him the set of spare keys he had stolen after he fucked you over the couch all those days ago.

Next chapter, The Date, can be found here.

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chrisevansbuddy · 2 years

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Wonho

via Instagram, 9.4.22

#wonho #like am I to believe that he DOESN'T have an exh!bitionist k!nk?#like buddy steady wants us to see the gains and I'm so thankful #*

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sunskate · 12 days

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Kaitlin Hawayek & Jean-Luc Baker at the 2024 Nightingales on Ice show in Kearns, Utah on April 27

#the exh in fuschia is sia elastic heart #ovalfsc ig

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hawkfurze · 8 months

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Making a Bloodborne character means now I have to draw them with my Elden Ring characters.

#sum doodles #elden ring #bloodborne #the tarnished #horace draft #margot menace #exh #ech the omen

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joysmercer · 2 years

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mirror images

#i mean eddie and jerome are mirror images of exh other #which makes sense bc eddie’s supposed to be jerome #or something #house of anubis #hoa rewatch

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benibame · 1 year

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「MADLIVE EXH!!!!!³ vol.2」参加の感想と作品について

2023年1月28日、2月4日にニコニコ生放送において開催されたイベント「MADLIVE EXH!!!!!³ vol.2」に拙作「Right on time」等の新作動画を上映してただきました。その参加経緯と作品について文章に残しておこうと思います。

イベントについては以下のブログが詳しいです

【公式ブログ】

①参加経緯

2022年初夏頃に運営の方から声をかけいただき、新作の出展を打診されました。自分はこれまで過去2回、ニコニコ生放送におけるニコマスイベントに招待していただいたこともあり、どれも非常に楽しいものであったため今回も二つ返事で参加することになりました。しかし、今回のイベントはこれまでと異なり動画制作者も深く制作に関与するということでした。過去の参加イベントはいずれも新作動画を提出したら運営によっていい感じにメドレーに組み込んでもらう方式でしたが、今回はメドレーの主題や構成、実際の制作も自分たちが関わるとのことでした。参加表明した時点ではいまいちピンときませんでしたが、基本的に一人で動画を作る自分にとっては少し緊張する内容でした。

②グループ内の共同制作について

参加者が複数のグループに割り振られ、どのようなメドレーを作るか議論と試行錯誤が進みました。僕はあまり投稿者情報を確認しない（動画しか見ない）タイプなので投稿者の情報に疎く、またニコマス界隈にはそこまで関与してこなかったので、まるで知らない人の送別会になぜか呼ばれた通行人みたいな気分でした。それでも歓迎して話しかけてくれたメンバー・運営の方々にはとても感謝です。メドレーに使用する候補として、各々が好きな作品をまとめる作業をした際によく考えず音MADばかり選んでいたら明らかに浮いていたのは笑いました（PV系作品を選んでいた人が多かった）。

実際音MADばかり見ているので、もう自分はこの路線で行こうと吹っ切れて、その後はひたすら音MADを推していきました。メドレーに使いにくい作品ばかり選んでしまい運営にはご迷惑をおかけしました。

自分たちの枠におけるテーマをどうするか議論を続けた結果「超火力」に決まり、AIで描いたカニの画像をシンボルにすることとなりました（なぜ？）

（運営に提出したお気に入り動画の一部。だいたい採用してもらえなかった。そりゃそうだ）

メンバーは全員映像に真摯に取り組み、どうしたらよりよい作品になるか、アイドルを魅力的に見せられるか考え抜いて作る方々ばかりだったので、このふざけたテーマとシンボルは逆にぴったりだと思い、とても気に入ったことを覚えています。真剣にふざけるというのがこのチームの特徴でもあったと思います。僕たちのチームは通話会議でもすぐ話題が脱線してしまうところがあったので、それをうまく軌道修正してまとめてくださった運営の方々には苦労をおかけしました。

年が明け、本番が近づくにつれてバタバタとしましたが議論を続け、皆のアイディアが組み込まれたメドレーが締め切りギリギリ、というか本番当日に完成しました。真面目に始まったと思ったらネタ作品が続き、急ブレーキと急発進が続くジェットコースターメドレーは、まさにこのチームのテーマ「超火力」を表現できたと思います。僕は1ブロック目の映像を担当しています。このチームの方向性を決めるしんがりを任され、張り切って映像のミックスを行いました。

「U-REI」と「Next Life」をブロックノイズでトラックマットした部分は特にうまくできてお気に入りです。また「B4Uッキ」と「Ballad Dance」の組み合わせも、そもそもこの動画をリクエストしたのが自分だったので気合を入れました。作者さんも喜んでくれたみたいで嬉しかったです。

③新作について

メドレーと並行して自分の新作動画も制作をしていました。今回のイベントでは完全新作である「Right on time」、k10さんとの合作である「Starlight Fantasia」、既存作ですがイベント用に内容を刷新した「孤独のサイゼ」、メンバー全員で合作した「煽げや尊し（M@STER）」の4作品を作りました。だいたい早めの段階で完成させることができ、余った時間をメドレーや運営のお手伝いに割くことができました。「Right on time」のメイキングはこちらの記事で書いています複数人で議論しながら新作を作るとき、例えば同じ曲を聴いたとしても、そこから想起する映像のイメージは本当に千差万別で、これが個性なのかと強く意識させられました。制作途中の映像を見せ合って意見をもらい、修正や加算をしていく。それぞれが全く異なる方向性であるからこそ、それらが集うイベントがより華やかになる。動画制作者が運営に関与するという今回の形式だったからこそ学べたことだと思います。ちなみに30分で作った疑似作品「サマーヤマダー」もDay1で流してもらいました。こういうクソ動画作ってる時が一番楽しいね…

④イベントの感想

2月4日に自分たちのチームが放送されました。放送する前はかなり緊張していましたが、同時にとても楽しみでもありました。あれだけメンバーたちと推敲を重ねた作品群だったので、間違いなく面白いという自信はありました。これまでの単独ではなく、チームで制作するという今回の方針だからこその自信であったと思います。放送は約6時間。あっという間の時間でした。自分たちの作品はもちろん、ほかのチームの全力を尽くしたメドレーを短時間で浴びせられ最高になりました。切れ目のないメドレー形式の放送は、技術と物量の暴力そのもので、まさに運営が目標としている「ライブ感」がたっぷりと味わえる、そんな時間でした。

感想をすべて書こうと思うと長くなりますね…とにかくアツく、鋭く、優しい時間だったな、というのが端的な感想です！詳しくは実際に見ないと伝えられないね。

Day1、Day2ともに多くの熱量を浴びせてもらいました。本当にお疲れさまでした。

⑤さいごに

半年以上考え、作り、話してきた企画です。終わってしまうと感慨深いものがあります。いち参加者の自分ですらそうなので、運営の方々は真っ白になってるものと思います。

新作「Right on time」は2022年9月頃には既に完成しており、本番まで時間も経っていたので自分の中ではあまり新作という感じがしませんでした。それでも動画が流れた際に多くの反応をもらえたことはとても嬉しかったし、作ってよかったなと感じました。ただの動画投稿では味わえない高揚感、言葉にできない興奮を体験してしまったら、また動画を作るしかないですね。運営の方々にはこのような発表の場を用意していただいたことに本当に感謝です。

また、先述の通り僕は人と交流しながら動画を作るということをほとんどしてこなかったので、今回のような形式は非常に新鮮な経験でした。この経験があったからこそ新作も完成させることができ、イベントを一層楽しめたのだと思います。同じチームのメンバーや参加者の皆様、運営、なにより視聴してくれた方々、本当にありがとうございました。

ついでに、このイベントのテーマが「超発見」ということもあり、イベント中に超発見したお気に入り作品を紹介して終わります。こういった普段自分ではあまり見ない作品と出会えるのも、イベントの楽しいところです

ゆるさとシュールさの相乗効果。表情変わらないのが表情豊かで面白い

実写合成は大好物です。こんないい動画を知らなかったとは…。ぼやけた日常風景がとても美しい

白を基調にした動画構成。あまりにもオシャレ。こういう曲で作るのは難しいけどめっちゃ楽しいと思う

画面いっぱいに飛び回る元気さｶﾜｲｲﾈ…

このイベントで一番好きになった動画かもしれない。ここまでしておいてサムネが智絵里なのも最高。ごめんね僕はこういう動画が大好きなんだ…そして本当はこういうのが作りたいんだ…

#MADLIVE EXH!!!!!³ #idolmaster #映像コラム

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candiid-caniine · 4 months

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really really into inspections right now 💕

like, the scheduled ones are great. a hand between my legs in the morning, thrusting lazily into my hole just to keep me wet, the same at night. but what really gets me are the ones that underpin my role as a pet.

just for the fuck of it. being told to put my hands on the wall, my leggings pulled down to mid thigh, to check how wet I am. massage my clit for a moment just to keep it that way. and then change whatever needs changing. that's the crucial part: a few swats to the ass because it's not red enough for your liking.

mid sentence, having my shirt pulled up to show my tits. in a bar alley, in the corner of the restaurant booth, in the dark movie theater, just to make sure my nipples are nice and sore and pointy.

do wet checks while I'm in the passenger seat of your car, always, of course, making me pull my pants down and bare myself to you. corner me right outside the bathroom door and pull my skirt up. grab me while I'm cooking for you and perform an inspection of your choice.

make it malicious: interrupt me with an inspection anytime I'm saying something too intelligent, just to shock me back to a stupid, wet, needy, puppy headspace until I'm conditioned. do it in semi public, degrading me the whole time about how wet it makes me to be scared I'll be caught. what you'll do if they catch us? invite them to join the inspection, of course, then turn me over your knee in front of them and spank me if I'm not up to par.

I just really need it driven home that my body is your property. that anytime, anywhere, you have license to expose me and remind me what a dumb slut I am for you, that my existence is your playground, that I'm expected to always be meeting your standards no matter where I am 💕

#t4t nsft #degrade and humiliate me #humiliation kink #exhibition kink #h/d #denial #only barks #exh

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indigosunsetao3 · 2 months

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Ex-Husband Price

NSFW - 18+

Perspective: Female Reader

ExH!Price - Shows up when you aren’t home to do the lawn work. He knows you hate doing it and you haven’t hired a company to have it done to piss him off. He’s gone when you return and the lawn is pristine much to your chagrin.

ExH!Price - Sends checks for his half of the bills in the mail. He refuses to use digital payments because he knows it annoys you to have to go to the bank. It’s enough to agitate you but not enough for you to say anything.

ExH!Price - Who fought tooth and nail for the stupid couch. It ended up being a matter of principle for you to keep it. Then one night he bent you over the back and fucked you so hard you were gripping the cushions for some sort of grounding sanity. He left you teary and perfectly stated saying to keep it as he walked out the front door. He knew you’d think of him every time you sat on it. That was the greater victory to him. (The Couch scene can be found here)

ExH!Price - Picks you up on the side of the road when your car started doing that weird thing again. He smirks knowing you had no one else to call as you climb in the car in silence. The next day he’s in the driveway fixing it because he knows exactly what is wrong. He was the one who pulled the fuse after all.

ExH!Price - Walks inside covered in grease and dirt from doing a full tune up on your engine. You watch him as he dawdles in the kitchen washing his hands. You tell him to just go shower and he strips right in front of you as you get him a towel. He sees you swallow hard before dragging you in the shower with him. You swear you see God as he pins you to the tiled wall as he eats you so expertly, his tongue knowing just where to go and his goddamn teeth nipping at the sensitive skin at the right moment. He leaves you wanton, shaking and grabbing his shoulders to beg for more as he leaves you there. He has places to be. (The Car scene can be found here).

ExH!Price - Has been gone for weeks. The lawn is overgrown and the checks stop coming. A payment appears in your account on time every two weeks when his check would normally arrive in the mail. You have no one to call, no one that would answer. You have no idea where he is, if he’s even alive. You won't admit you miss him or worry, he has every right to disappear. You divorced him after all.

ExH!Price - Is still radio silent going on four months. You decide to dip your foot into the dating pool. One man has caught your eye enough to bring home after multiple failed dates with others. When you pull up to the drive the car lights fall on John’s car. He’s there smoking a cigar as he leans on the trunk watching.

ExH!Price - Walks in the house dismissing and your date without a word. You give an excuse to the man who is confused but leaves saying he’ll call you, he won’t. You storm angrily into the dark house after John only to find him in the dimly lit bedroom, the hallway light the only light source.

ExH!Price - Has you under him with your legs propped on his shoulders in a matter of a few minutes. His hands are vices on your thighs as he fucks into you. He’s making the most delicious groans and uttering filthy praises to mix with the obscene wet noises as he already got you to come on his fingers. So touch starved for him you fall over the edge again around his cock and it’s not the last time that night. (The Date scene can be found here).

ExH!Price - Is gone from the bed in the morning. But he’s slipped your wedding ring back on your finger. You hadn’t seen it in almost a year. The last time you had worn it you had flung it at his chest. Twisting it around your finger you find you aren’t that upset about it.

ExH!Price - Waits in the kitchen with a cup of black coffee. He has his wedding band back on as well. You wander in, trying to not wince at how sore you are between your legs. He knows and he smirks watching you grab your own coffee he made for you just the way you like.

ExH!Price - Tells you to lose the other men’s numbers. No one will be replacing him and you both know it. He sets his coffee down on the counter and has you out of your sleep shorts in a matter of moments. You're panting his name as he demands to know exactly who you belong to as he drives into you, your hips digging into the counter as you hold the sink for balance.

ExH!Price - Stays for the next three days. You rechristen half the house, even going as far as riding him on the stairs as he makes you watch yourself in the hallway mirror.

ExH!Price - Leaves again. You haven’t taken the ring back off this time but you’ll be damned if he thinks he can keep walking out for work without notice. He’ll stay your ex-husband until he decides you’re the priority.

ExH!Price - Never officially signed those original divorce papers. They're sitting on the boxes of stuff he didn't bother to unpack in his apartment because he knew he'd be back home soon enough.

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #fanfic #cod #cod fanfic #ExH!Price #john price cod #cod john price #captain john price #john price x reader #captain price x reader #18+ content #18+ only

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