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cherry-pop-elf · 3 months

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George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟕𝟕𝟕

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺 & 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢/𝘥𝘰𝘮!, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 (𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬), 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 + 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳.

this is gonna be long.

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭.”

you would say i could be crazy or delusional to wanna fuck my therapist, but it’s an fantasy I’ve had for awhile.

her hands gripping my thighs open while she eats my soul out, under so many restraints? was something i craved.

I had so many dreams of her just…fucking me senseless, and my brain wonders everywhere any session.

she’s just…so fucking fine. the way her hands could fit around my throat, her voice could make me wet in one sentence…it wasn’t even a crave to have her.

it was a immediate want.

I got a sex therapist for personal reasons, never did I ever think they would put me with a female therapist.

I grew a want from her when I first seen her, she was sweet but dark by her appearance.

My session was today, me scheduling it randomly, it was something I really needed to get off my chest.

she needed to know how i feel.

I sat across from her as i fiddled with my fingers, biting on my lip slowly, staring at her cleavage through her open black shirt.

Thrown off, staring at her tatted hands, with all the rings on them, slickly as she wrote on her notepad, making my panties damp.

Her office was dark, but it was a beautiful sight.

All I could see was her bending me over on her couch, just fucking me until my brain melted.

“Welcome back y/n. Didn’t expect you back so soon after Monday.” Rhea smiled, walking over to sit on the front of her desk, slickly manspreading.

I mentally moaned, choking at her speaking to me, knocking me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah. I-I just wanted to tell you in person, that I’ve been having sexual dreams…alot of them.” I explained, clicking my tongue.

“That sounds like progress. Is your partner is fulfilling your desires and dreams to have them reoccurring?” Rhea asked, rolling her sleeve ends up.

damn, i forgot…im married.

He was okay…in the romance department. But he doesn’t make me feel…the way rhea mentally makes me feel.

I played with my ring as I bit on my lip in nervousness, making rhea tilt her head at me.

“I mean…*sighs* he satisfies my needs as he should…but, the dreams aren’t about him. That’s why i came today.” I nervously said, looking up at her, hoping she didn’t catch on so fastly.

Rhea paused. “That’s fine, it fuels the sexual desire for your partner if you’re imagining it. I do it sometimes.” Rhea smiled, she was married as well.

Internal anger rised inside of me, seeing her smile at that statement, knowing she had a whole wife.

Fake agreeing, nodding at her statement.

“Hm, let’s do an exercise.” Rhea said as she turned me around, facing a mirror as i relaxed at her hands touching my thighs, slightly spreading my legs apart.

“Now, close your eyes, and imagine your partner behind you instead of me, and imagine them just kissing on you.” Rhea assured, making me breathe out, closing my eyes.

All I could see was her.

Her hands moving to my neck, and all down my breast area, just feeling her breathe on my neck and kissing all my sweet spots.

“Now, do you see it?” Rhea asked.

I couldn’t lie.

“I just can’t imagine him. No matter how hard i try.” I frowned, as rhea tilted her head again, sitting back at her desk, thinking of something else.

“Okay. How about you tell me…who are you thinking about in these dreams?” Rhea asked, looking at me as i felt a lump get caught in my throat.

I silently debated if I wanted to tell her or not…

“I’m not gonna judge you, it’s a judgement free zone love.” Rhea said, making my legs squeeze shut at how her accent laced of off ‘love.’

I looked up at her as i sat up, spitting it out. “You.”

Rhea paused, as she was really taken back on what my awnser was, slowly running her hands down her pants as she shook her head.

“Is that what you really scheduled this appointment for? To tell me that?” Rhea asked, as i slowly nodded, feeling my cheeks get hot.

“You know we’re married right?” Rhea pointed her finger between us, looking at me like she could yank me up at any second.

I nodded as i looked down at my hands, slowly sliding my ring off, throwing it across the room, making rhea stare at the whole interaction.

She was impressed, i didn’t even have to speak, i always spoke with actions.

Rhea stood up as she smirked, that damn smirk. It had so many intentions behind it, not knowing what she was gonna do.

“Can you please…help me?” I asked boldly, as bit my lip at her.

Rhea chuckled, before she opened her desk compartment, pulling out handcuffs, along with some other toys, making my eyes go wide.

“Take it off.” Rhea spoke only, referring to my clothes as i gulped, slowly taking them off, knowing i purposefully didn’t wear any undergarments, making her walk over to me.

“Fucking slut, no panties?” Rhea asked, hovering over us, before she grabbed my hair, bending me over in front of the mirror on the couch, making me gasp at her sudden actions.

Rhea ran her hands up and down my ass, slapping it one time, making me jump.

I could metal clanking as she slowly tied my hands up with her belt, slowly feeling her tug at it, bringing my head to drape at her shoulder.

“Look how pretty you look princess.” Rhea whispered in my ear as she slowly draped her hand down to my clit, rubbing it in circles as i felt myself moan softly, her teasing her fingers between my wet folds, slowly tapping my sensitive clit.

“This is what you wanted the whole time huh? Fucking your therapist? Fucking slut.” Rhea growled in our ear, slowly draping her fingers in our entrance as i felt my loud moan being cut off by her freehand, shoving her fingers down my throat.

Her pulling her fingers out of my throat as she easily pulled her fingers out of my clit, as her hand choked me, giving me so little of air to breathe, you were so shocked by all the sudden movements, you couldn’t even speak.

a hard slap came over our face, her towering us, with our legs were shaking at the action, as she stared at me.

scoffing, “such a slut.” she slowly seen me smile, biting my lip as my spit was covered in her fingers, all down my chin and chest, as she released her hand from my neck, taking her hands, pulling off her pants, she was ready for this.

you didn’t know she carried a strap-on all the time, especially on her.

it made you even wetter.

“turn around.” she spoke as i fully arched my back, looking up at her in the mirror as she came behind me.

me whining in anticipation, pressing back against her as i was almost damned to speak, i felt her fill me up, my eyes rolled back into my skull, i could hear her chuckle from behind me.

(let’s act like the couch is like one of those ‘bed’ couches, okay?)

my hands balled up into fists as i felt her dig her nails in my sides, leaving slight claw marks as i bit my lip, hearing the sounds of my wetness already, as her hand trailed down my back slowly, that right there.

touch was consistency, and she was gonna be hands on.

“clenching on me already sweetness?” her voice laced with dominance, a hint of teasing, sarcastically watching me become a mess under her.

“fuck. you’re doing so good darlin’…tell me, how am i making you feel? talk to me.” rhea leaned down, as my cheeks were pure red from embarrassment, feeling my hands giving me no advantage, since they were tied up.

“i-it feels so g-good…” as a slight squeal came from behind it, feeling her hand come into contact with my ass, leaving a mark.

“better than your husband hm?-” her being cutting off, with my hands scuffling through the belt, almost loosening them before rhea stopped, seeing i was trying to come untied, pushing back away from her, making the dildo slide out with ease, as she smirked to herself, gaining an idea, taking it off your hands.

i wanted to touch her.

rhea didn’t have a problem with it, it gave her fuel not to go easy on you.

disobedient.

“where do you think your going? huh?” rhea growled, pushing back with some much force, wrapping her hand around our ends of hair, pulling it.

a loud scream laced the office, as a stinging hard slap came across my face, making tears fall down my face as her pace gotten faster, instantly hitting my spot, feeling that orgasm creeping apon me.

“we’re quiet i see…let me fix that.” rhea smirked, as my head was yanked back far, staring up at her with glossy eyes as my moans were struggling to come out, making her smile.

“ouuu-fuck!”

“now, like i said, where the fuck where you going?” rhea asked me, making her slap my ass again, as my eyes met with hers as her strokes were rough and slow paced, as she watched the ripples in our ass come about.

“n-nowhere…o-oh my godddd.” you dragged out as a cry, feeling yourself begging she didn’t rip you apart, but you loved it, taking it all.

“mmm, look at you pretty. those pretty little tears of yours, so fucked out. take a look princess. take a look for mami, please?” rhea praised, looking at our eyes in the mirror, as i shook my head, feeling my climax come on, as she abused my sweet spot.

“you weren’t fuckin’ shy until you were in this mirror, fuckin’ look at it.” rhea growled in our ear, feeling her sick on our earlobe, feeling your eyes open, not wanting to piss her off further, she was so gorgeous fucking your brains out.

you two were making…some type of love you never made before.

you two made each other feel something nothing your spouses couldn’t, the tension…the energy, it was all there.

“i-im gonna c-cum!” i squealed, as more more tears came out, biting your lip as i chanted her name under my breath.

her pulling out as you felt yourself whine, her picking you up with so much ease, as your hands wrapped around her neck, how could a married woman fuck me…with her wedding ring on?

ruthless.

“oh god…y/n. you feel so good against me.” rhea felt herself moan against your lips, that sexual tension, you two knew how deep this was besides sessions.

her holding our legs up as her eyes contacted with mines, pushing us up against a wall, bound to take my soul as i arched my back from the cold wall, she began pounding into me, in place as i lost it.

she knew i was close, she was so sweaty, and so was i.

my mouth dropped open as my eyes were in my skull damn near, feeling her whisper sweet nothings to me, as our foreheads touched, it was so intense.

“tell me…tell me who fucks you better princess.” rhea smirked, feeling my legs shake between her arms.

“you!” i moaned, as bit my lip at her, i could just cum from the eye contact.

“who makes you feel good?” rhea whispered to us.

“you, baby.”i stuttered, that only she could hear out, it all came together, running your hands through her hair, caressing it

i nodded my head as i let out a loud cry, feeling myself about to literally…release, as she made all the love bites across my neck… hitting my sweet spot.

squirt & cum.

“cmon, one more just for me… cum all over me. bitch.”

“im cumming…oh shit-” i stopped myself as i felt myself shake, her looking down as a long moan released, seeing my bottom half was wet, and hers as rhea bit her lip, as she carried you back to the couch, you on top of her.

i looked down at her, as i grabbed her hand, stuffing two fingers in my mouth, the finger with the ring on it, before pulling it out of my mouth, throwing the ring across the room like she did mines…

her staring up at me as she wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me into a nasty, sloppy kiss, that i’ve been yearning for.

“get a divorce & ill divorce mines. i want you.”

beginning to end. a start of a web of lies &

a love triangle.

made it nasty as possible,

here you go. ill get even nastier. 😉 - kai.

(give feedback so i can interact more and to see if im doing good!)

#demi bennett #demi bennett imagine #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley #demi bennett angst #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley x reader #wwe

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southparktexts · 2 months

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Hi, this is my first time requesting so I’m kinda nervous ngl, but, since I found a spider in my hair and sat on my kitchen crying for ten minutes, I was wondering if you could do main four w/ reader with arachnophobia? No pressure or rush though, just wondering (:

oh my god anon :(( you poor soul, i hope you’re okay now though sweetheart.

Main 4 with a arachnophobic reader

cartman ;

- starting off with him because he is the WORSTT out of all them.

- the main 4 and you were over at his house and you saw a spider on the roof and you were so scared it wasn’t funny.

- stan, kyle were trying to kill it and cartman was just laughing at you.

- after the spider was dead, he would pick the dead spider up and put it in front of your face as you were shaking.

- kyle protected you though.

- after that he sent you multiple spider jumpscare tiktok / reels

- he is so fucked up when he finds out about this.

- one time filled your locker with alive spiders causing you to have a panic attack.

- you’re panicking was so bad that you passed out, having to go to the ER.

- it was from there he kinda realised how you could’ve died and how scared you were.

- he toned it down a little.

- he never apologised but will send you funny spider reels to help you get over your fear.

kenny ;

- okay its no surprise that kenny has poor hygiene.

- i mean he’s poor

- one time you were over at his house, ignoring all the rats when you saw multiple spiders climbing on different walls.

- you, obviously scared, you panicked coming into kenny’s embrace.

- he looked down at you and realised from the night before at cartmans house.

- you had a fear of spiders.

- it was obvious that you had saw the spiders in his room.

- he sighed, rubbing your hair as you shook in fear.

- he grabbed a nearby book, hitting all the spiders he could see and threw the book outside the window.

- holding you with one hand as the other killed the spiders.

- after that day, he definitely came ‘round yours forever.

- it was clear that if you were to come over to his, he would need some bug spray for you.

stan ;

- okay, i know damn well that he already knew this prior.

- like when you first came over on the farm, randy showed you the farm of marijuana and you didn’t touch any in case for spiders.

- from there stan silently kills every spider in his house in case you ever come over.

- he knows from the locker incident that spiders are dangerous. very dangerous. especially you.

- just for you, when you come over to his. he bought you your own bug spray in case you see any spiders in yours / his home.

- he doesn’t really care about your fears

- i mean everyone has fears..

- also will ‘protect’ you from spiders.

- he sprays bug spray on the spider until your satisfied.

- one time he used a whole bottle of bug spray to calm you down and show you it was ‘really dead’

- if you get scared from a spider. he wipes your tears and hold you close.

kyle ;

- i can see kyle already being a clean freak

- especially from that microbiome episode

- he already has bug spray in his room and everywhere in his house.

- although after the locker incident he doubled up on bug spray.

- definitely gives you a bunch of bug spray for you to take home so you don’t panic and pass out again.

- he is your protector.

- he hates spiders as well in my opinion but not as much as you.

- he’ll still kill them or put it outside.

- if you ever start crying again from a spider

- he will hold you close and tight while tilting your head towards the spider as he’s killing it with bug spray.

- if you’re still panicking he’ll sit down , place you on his lap and rock back and forth as he wipes your eyes.

- kisses your forehead platonically, whispering praise

- reassuring you that its dead and making sure your okay before he goes and throws it out.

aaa im so sorry this is so shit im so tireddd 😭 im overworking my lil brain on these xD

reqs are open !!

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #southpark #southparkheadcannons #southparkimagines #stan marsh x y/n #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

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toxic3mmy · 2 months

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hiiii ive been rlly obsessed with pjo lately, and this idea's been stuck in my head sooo

a pjo au where reader is a child of eros, and accidentally shoots q with one of the love arrows while practicing archery?? and then he gets a puppy crush and starts following reader around, just a cute romcom :)

woah, this idea sounds awesome! thanks so much for the request babe!! i’ll try my best to satisfy your pjo obsession hehehe

(also, i tweaked some junk like powers of the children of zeus and stuff just to make it easier, JUST PRETEND ITS CORRECT PLZ)

(thinking of adding original art to this IDK GIMME TIME)

prompt: you’re practicing archery and shoot alex, child of apollo, with a love arrow which leads to an accidental crush on you

no warnings! super cute and fluffy and romcom!!

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part one ~

[listen at each star *]

it was a quiet spring morning. you were up and ready for your day and you decided that it would be perfect weather to practice your archery skills. you collected your materials and head off to your usual practice area.

you spruce up your target on the beautiful willow tree trunk in front of you and you begin.

you put your things out on your practice table in a neat manner. you play some of your “weird” non mythological music and begin.

you relax completely, hold up your bow and with a deep breath in, you let go.

plonk

“god.. that’s just terrible” you mumble to yourself as you spot the arrow almost a foot away from the practice board.

you draw back again and let go.

plonk

“no wonder i need the damn practice” you’re a bit annoyed seeing the arrow land in the grass at the base of the tree but continue to practice.

you draw back again, feeling a slight tingly vibration in your fingertips, and you knew this was a good sign. you were going to hit it right on the bullseye. the moment you begin to exhale, your music makes an odd doppler effect-like sound and it freaks you out a bit. you still absentmindedly let go of the arrow but don’t see where it landed.

“puta madre!”

a blood curdling shriek escapes you. you frantically try to hide from whoever it was that yelled.

a boy with dark hair came up from behind the willow tree and as soon as your eyes met, he holds both his hands up in defeat.

“don’t shoot, please!”

“dude, what the fuck are you doing here?! i almost had a heart attack! ew what’s wrong with your skin?” you made a face of disgust at him

“huh? look, i was just trying to find where that music was coming from and you shot me! like seriously, can you help me get this stupid arrow out of my ass?! god it’s like really deep in my butt meat”

“okay firstly, ew. secondly, ew.”

“im serious, can you give me a hand?” he pleaded, and as you approached him you noticed way too many things at once;

one: his skin was seriously looking freaky

two: he was a child of apollo, a sworn enemy of your eros parents

three: the arrow was really deep in his buttcheek

four: ….

“oh fuck me”

his skin was literally glowing. like… with love and junk.

you look down at the arrow you just removed from him and… oh no, how?!

you shot him with a love arrow. that’s just your luck, huh?

“hey… come here often sweetheart?” he smirked and you seriously had to choke down vomit

“really, that’s what you call flirting? you are such a little virgin boy”

“maybe you can change that” he holds your hand in his and pulls you in closer “maybe you want to put something else in my ass tonight besides that arrow” he smirked once again

you couldn’t believe the words he was saying to you.

you began laughing uncontrollably at his poor attempts at being suave and hot. you bent over laughing, you laughed so hard your abdomen was in absolute pain.

“see? i knew you’d come around, sexy lady” he pulled you up to be chest to chest with him

you quickly pushed him off and dried your tears from laughing so much.

“shut up dude, what even is your name? never mind, we need to get you a cure because i am definitely not going to deal with you and this… love crush thing” you began to collect your things in your backpack and you reached for the same arrow the raven haired menace did, as he was trying to help you.

“my name is alex… but you definitely have permission to call me papi” he said as your touching hands were intertwined in his and you quickly yanked your hand away

“blegh! you seriously need help, you creep! come on, we don’t have time to waste! our parents will absolutely kill us if they see us together” you yanked his arm to follow you and your head snapped at him as you heard a lewd moan come from alex.

“oh yeah, i love it when you’re rough baby” he moaned even louder and you plonked him in the head.

rolling your eyes, you continued to drag him to the only person who could help you out with no hesitation.

it took about fifteen agonizing minutes of walking to your friend thalia’s home as alex would not stop flirting with you and it wouldn’t be that bad of an issue but the dude had absolutely no game so it was just a lot of secondhand embarrassment you were dealing with.

you knocked on thalia’s door and prayed she was in.

thankfully, she opened the door a second later with a sweet smile,

“oh y/n! what a lovely surprise and… um excuse me what the actual frick is going on here??”

you pulled alex in and closed her door hurriedly.

“look man, i was practicing my archery right?”

“uh huh…” thalia replied

“because i simply suck balls at it right??”

“no you don’t darling! you’re a natural beauty and not to mention a talented one at that!” alex sighed, admiring you and inch from your face.

you shoved away his big head with your hand, and continued,

“and well… I SHOT THIS DUMBASS WITH A LOVE ARROW! PLEASE GIVE ME SOME KIND OF POTION THINGY TO FIX IT, PLEASE!” you beg thalia

“oh no! my honey is in distress! fear not, sweet maiden—”

thalia blows a green dust in his face and alex plops down on the ground like a sack of potatoes and he’s snoring away immediately.

“oh my god, thank you so so much! you don’t understand, he was literally like moaning all the way here and he calls that flirting?! he—”

“okay girl, do you need some eepy dust too?? just take a deep breath okay?”

you nod and calm down

“okay, as much as i know you need my help and as much as i want to help you, i can’t. we literally just ran out of the potion for that yesterday and i can’t make any new batches because im missing the main ingredient”

“well that’s okay! tell me where to get it and i’ll go right now and we can fix this whole mess and get rid of the buffoon!”

“no y/n, you don’t understand… the ingredient we need isn’t something you can just go get…”

you looked at her with a really confused face

“the ingredient is uh… spider legs, really weird i know! but you know the all mighty zeus, my pops, yeah he’s not as big and bad as he seems. he’s actually terrified of spiders so he banned them here in our world and i don’t get any spiders in stock until christmas because that’s the only time i can get my guy out here and… yeah”

“are you serious? god damn your dad and his arachnophobia..” i pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration

“yeah well, it’s either wait eight months for this potion or… get your father to undo the love spell”

i sigh and put my head down in my hands, feeling really defeated. what the hell do i do now?

“well… on the bright side, that dust i used on him will have some good effects when used alongside a love spell” thalia offers and you perk up

“wait really?? is he going to stop being so creepy with me?”

“well, maybe? it differs from person to person. but i do know that it most likely will make him act more in tune with his regular personality when he’s into someone, if that helps?” she smiled nervously

“let’s just hope he stops moaning every time i touch him” i say hopefully

“so.. you should probably try telling your dad. it was all a huge accident and i don’t think he’s going to be too upset. yeah he’ll probably give you the old ‘you need to be more responsible’ speech thing but im sure he’ll help you… unless he punishes you by not helping” thalia laughs deviously at the idea

“well thanks anyways, man. also, how long til he wakes up?” you ask, pointing at alex on the floor

“oh, one sec” thalia moves closer to him and kicks him in the balls

alex immediately shoots his eyes open and groans in pain

you look at thalia and the two of you laugh together.

thalia hands alex a pain reliever lollipop as a parting gift and you say your goodbyes to one another.

now it’s just you and alex.. and you were nervous about the way he was going to act with you.

“hey.. i uh, im really sorry about the way i was acting earlier. i seriously was acting super virgin-esque huh? i kinda heard everything you guys were saying even though i was asleep and yeah… but hey, at least now i’m not moaning at you like a harlot right now?” he laughed softly

“that’s so embarrassing that you heard us… but hey, at least you’re somewhat normal again?” you asked and offered him a smile

“i uh.. i never even asked for your name”

“oh, its y/n” you reply in a quiet voice

“that’s a really beautiful name… did i ever mention what my powers were?”

“no actually, you didn’t” you shook your head

“well, can i borrow your bow?” he asks sheepishly

you hesitantly nod and hand him your bow and a normal arrow

he places the arrow in its rightful position and comes up behind you. he’s still holding onto it as he places it in your hands. his arms are completely around you and his head is right next to yours.

“okay, relax. now, you see that small red flag thing on the tree over there? imagine the arrow landing right in the middle. take a deep breath” his hands were atop yours as he pulled the bow back and he whispered almost seductively,

“let go”

you both let the arrow go and it shoots right where you imagined it to. you gulped at how close he was to you. he smelled of pine and cinnamon. it was wonderful..

“you just needed a little push.. you did great y/n” he said in a low voice, still holding onto your hands on the bow

why did you want to lean in and kiss him?

wait, what?!

you immediately pulled away, putting as much space between the two of you as possible.

“y-yeah.. um thank you alex. should we keep going now?” you ask, unable to make eye contact with him

“whatever you’d like to do y/n. i’m honestly just enjoying your presence right now. it almost feels like it’s just you and me here, doesn’t it?”

you didnt know what to say. you agreed completely. you wanted nothing more than to waste your time with alex and his handsome smile and his sweet way with words and—

“y/n? can i show you my other power?” her broke the scary thoughts you were having

“sure”

alex began to sing the same song in was listening to earlier, without missing a single beat. how did he even know this song?

he took your hand and sung his heart out to you. you felt a swarm of butterflies flutter at the pit of your stomach. it feels like you were the one that got a love arrow stuck in your butt.

“your voice is beautiful… how do you know that song?” you asked, continuing to walk alongside alex

“well, i heard it a long time ago. sometimes i can hear it in my dreams, too. it’s not music we can listen to here, it’s mortal music i think. how do you know it?” he asked curiously

“i’ve always had an interest in mortal music.. i was actually playing that song this morning when the whole incident happened, i think you may have interfered with the sound waves when you were trying to find where it was coming from”

“that’s right… i guess this is our song then, huh?” he stated, grabbing me gently by the arm as we stopped in our tracks

“yeah, i guess so” your face was gently raised up by alex’s fingertips, forcing you to look into his entrancing brown eyes

“y/n, are you sure you’re not a siren?” alex whispered, his lips practically touching your lips

“w-what?..”

“it feels like you’re luring me to my sweet demise.. and what’s a death sentence without me being given a last meal? please, let me taste your lips before you take my soul away. it would make me feel oh so complete in this bittersweet end” he claimed proudly

with a flutter of your eyes, you shut them softly and gently press your lips against his

you feel his arms wrap around you in a tight but gentle way, and you reciprocated by holding his torso tightly

your hands grip his shirt tightly in fists as alex deepens the kiss, a small whimper leaving his soon to be bruised lips

alex pulls away and says softly,

“i can die a happy man now, y/n”

you had no idea what just happened or how it happened or even why you let it happen???

there was just something about him that lured you in. you wanted to take him in in every way possible, because to consume him would mean to be one.

god, what the hell were you even thinking?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #pjo #cupid

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nighthaterfrfr · 5 months

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i don't bite (well, maybe that's a lie)

[it rotted my brain so much that i couldnt resist. thank u @jben073 for helpin me w the ending, my writing still sucks but wtvr... look lets make it modern bc im not doing research on old shit. my brains small so i dont wanna make it smaller. @wispexists made this beautiful art, check it pls pls pls its so good

anwho here it is

OH TW FOR BLOOD BEFORE I FORGET (vampire.. duh) ]

People's blood is a very sacred thing. In many religions, it's often considered the life of a human. Yet, it's something vampires need for sustenance. Most consider vegan diets, and some just become full on killers when too unregulated.

Stephanie Lauter is unfortunately, a vampire. From what she overhears, her dad made some deal with eldritch gods, and that's why she's here. Solomon Lauter hates his daughter, but she hates him back too. However, to not expose this secret to the public, he helps get Steph's cravings in check by supplying her with animal blood.

Yet, it's never a filling meal. She hasn't had a proper, enriching, bit of human blood in such a long time. Not since middle school. But never in a million years did she expect to drink the blood of the pastor's daughter, Grace Chasity.

Nor did she expect how delicious the blood would be.

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Every other day, Steph spends her nights at the old Waylon Hall. Hearing all the rumors about the place, it doesn't seem so bad. It's just really fucking abandoned and creepy. Nonetheless, a few candles and fairy lights powered by battery packs make the house look a lot less evil.

This night, she decided to bring more and more of her belongings into the living room. Yeesh, it's a damn mess. She swept the floor with an old broom she found in a janitorial closet, suited most likely for a maid. The more Steph cleaned up the hall, the more she liked that it became kind of her own hideaway. A very eerie home away from home.

After a few hours of just generally cleaning and decorating the main room, she smiled. For once her life, Stephanie Lauter had made something she was proud of. How fun.

Suddenly, she heard an opening from the front door.

For the months she had spent going here, no one had dare even approach the Hall's grounds. So who the fuck seems brave enough to wander in the most "haunted" place in all of Hatchetfield?

Who the fuck..

Steph had hid in some big closet in the room, and took a look at the girl trespassing in her space. In which she was also trespassing in. The girl wore a light blue sweater and a white button up underneath. She wore a brown skirt, white socks and Black Mary Janes. She had rolled up the sleeves of both the button up and the sweater and had her hair in a side part.

Look, she was already in a silk dress meant for sleeping, and she did not want to be disturbed by some girl. However, something just... attracted her. Steph sniffed something good. Better than the "wagyu cow blood" her dad ended up getting to satisfy the urges. Shit, this came from the girl, didn't it?

God- it smelled so good. That feeling of hunger filled Steph's mind and triggered her vampiristic instincts. She need to feed, fast.

As the girl turned her back, Steph quietly came out of the closet she was hiding him. Walking towards the back of her, she saw that her neck was wide open. Thank god for people parting their hair sideways. As she was about to feed, she snapped back to reality, wobbling back and falling on the floor. Of course, the girl turned around, and looked right at Steph.

"Oh my- who are you? What are you doing out here so late?"

The girl put a hand out, and Steph took it. She quickly responded, "I suppose I could ask you the same question, but I don't think I'll get an answer. I'm Steph." "Grace. My father and I were seeing the house earlier, and I left my 'What Would Jesus Do?' bracelet here." Steph nodded as her eyes are remained on Grace's neck and forearms. They sure do look appealing.

Grace yawned, and ended up sitting on the floor. Steph had already placed some sort of old mattress on there, and simply covered with a bedsheet. "Man, I gotta bike back..." Steph looked at the girl while she complained, and smirked slightly. With an alluring look in her eyes, she turned Grace's head to look at her. "Ah, it's alright. Rest here for a bit, I won't bite."

Grace looked nervous at the offer. She had to go home, she wanted to go home. Yet, this girl... Steph, she just drew her in. Before she knew it, her mouth muttered the words yes, and the two kept on staring at each other. "Now Grace, I have to ask you a question. Do you know anything about vampires and the like?"

"...no? If it's some kind of like, band fans, then I have no idea about them."

Steph looked shocked at this admission, and tried to think through how she'll phrase this properly. In order to charm a human properly, you first need a good approach, don't you?

"Ok then. A vampire is.. a creature who preys on human blood. They usually hate the sunlight, garlic, and silver. Got it?" Grace nodded. "I do. How come you're telling me this?" "Will you believe me if I say that I am a vampire?"

Grace looked confused at the question. Was this girl playing some kind of cruel trick with her? But, like God commanded, answer truthfully. "Why would I? You sound kind of insane right now." Steph smirked, opening her mouth and baring her fangs. They're way too sharp and long to be just a regular humans, and she put her hair back behind her pointed, pierced ears. Grace looked a bit scared, she's never seen a person like this, but regardless, she wanted to know more.

Something keeps telling her she wants to know more.

"And look, Grace. I'm quite hungry right now. Would you mind if I.. just got a bit of your blood~?"

Steph asked, leaning closer towards Grace. The closer she got, the redder the other girl's face was. She then pushed her away slightly, hesitance in her voice. "I... I don't- will it hurt?" "Probably, Gracie. Do you want me to comfort your boo boo, then?" Grace blushed even more, unsure what this feeling is towards the mysterious girl and confused as to what's happening.

Look, Grace had some strong willpower. That's what you have when your dad's the town pastor, after all. However, when she offered her arm to Steph, who's presumably a "vampire," that might be the complete opposite fact. "Go- just take what you need..."

The vampire widened her eyes. From stories she's heard, people need a lot more convincing. But this pretty girl just offers up her arm and blood? Hey, at least it was easy to get a meal for Steph today.

She took Grace's arm gently, placing it near her mouth. Jesus, the smell of the blood really came out. Her mouth almost watered at simply the smell, but why sniff it instead of tasting it?

Steph's fang suck into the arm, Grace wincing slightly from the pain. As she sucked the blood, she couldn't believe the taste. She couldn't believe how energized she was. And she couldn't believe how insatiable the feeling was from getting this girl's blood was.

Grace watched as Steph sucked the blood out of her arm. It was a bit painful, but is it weird to say it somehow made her extremely tired and excited? She could see her blood dripping down her arm as Steph eagerly feasting on her. It's scary, but it's somehow so attractive at the same time. She could easily pull away- it's not even like she's forcing her too.

It's just that... the feeling in her stomach that she gets from simply seeing this girl means letting Steph doing whatever she wanted. After a few minutes of silence and blood sucking, Steph lifted her head from Grace's forearm, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.

As Grace slowly put her arm down, Steph looked at her, longingly and hungry for more. Steph quietly said, "Do you- do you feel ok? Are you too hurt?" The other girl nodded no, and Steph stood up, walking around the room. On top of the fireplace, she rummaged through a little box and found a roll of bandages. Tearing a long piece of it off with her teeth, Steph began to tightly wrap the fabric onto Grace's forearm.

The feeling of Steph wrapping her arm with the bandage, hell the feeling of the wound itself? It all felt numb. Grace Chasity couldn't feel anything ever since Stephanie Lauter sucked her blood. All she knows is that it felt so damn good.

Finally tying the bandage off, Steph leaned back from Grace, letting her sit up. "Alright, let's see.." Steph stared into her eyes, rolling down both the button up and sweater sleeves, covering both of her arms. She stood up, offering a hand out to Grace so that she can also stand up beside her, "Now, I'm sorry pretty girl, but you can't remember this.. for a while. However," Steph paused for a second, twirling a big strand of Grace's hair.

"I have a feeling we'll meet again, won't we? You're of course, drawn to me, but somehow I am too. Even without drinking your blood, something intrigues me about you, Grace. Come back here next time, won't you~?"

As she let go of the other girl's hair, Grace simply smiled and started walking out. Steph hated the charm ability vampires had as she saw the girl leave. Sure, it benefits both her and the person who she charmed because now whoever she targets will have no recollection of what she's done. Yet, something about Grace made her want to have her remember tonight. She wanted Grace to recognize her face and know who left that mark on her forearm. Oh well, what can a girl like her do?

Sighing and lying on the mattress, she closes her eyes. That was good, no, great blood. That's settled. Great blood comes from the prettiest people. Who knew?

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Grace Chasity woke up the next day, in her bed and feeling somewhat extra tired. It was.. 2 in the afternoon? Huh. As she stood up and walked to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She didn't change at all from when she came back home yesterday from school. Thank goodness it was a Saturday, or else she would've gotten in big trouble with her parents.

As she turned on the faucet, she rolled up her sleeves so that the water wouldn't soak the fabric. The more she rolled her sleeves up, the more she saw that on her right arm, bandages tightly covered her forearm. Well that's.. odd.

Stopping for a minute, she pondered over how she got the bandage on her wrist. Staring at the blood covered and hastily wrapped fabric, Grace shook it off and began to start washing her face.

Eh, she must've fell while riding her bike.

#grace chasity #npmd #starkid #stephanie lauter #hatchetfield #lautity #stephgrace #nerdy prudes must die #steph lauter #team starkid #lautity vampire au #sorry if it sucks

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impishcyber · 11 months

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Fuck around and find out

Nsfw drabble, Ghost x gn!Reader (slight fem body anatomy mentioned)

You know you should have keept your mouth shut when Simon gave you a warning look when you were being a bit too obnoxious.

You knew you should have also cut it out when he spoke your name lowly as a warning when you were being too touchy and flirty with Johnny, arm warped around his, a hand on his chest and you laughed a bit too loud at his usual flirting that came with his easy going nature.

And you should have known damn well what that final, disapproval and threatening look meant when you were sparing with a rookie and you decided to wear a really low neck tank top that showed your chest that got the poor boy staring at you assets for far longer than what Simon would have wanted.

You knew it all though. You knew what you were doing and Simon knew it all too. Honestly it was his fault for not giving you the attention you deserve. Being ignored for a week with the excuse of "im busy" and leaving you to deal with yourself and needs to your own matter and devices even thought nothing compared to his sheer size.

Yet here you are, getting what you deserve and wanted, pushed face first against the wall, hands behind your back being chained by Simon's rough hands as his cock hits that one spot over, and over and over again

Sobbing, begging, yelling for more and then to stop, you couldn't make up your mind as it was all too much and nothing at the same time.

"Make up your mind already, or I'm going to leave you with nothing on these empty cold walls, sobbing and fully wet. Maybe that's what you want huh? Having Johnny find you and using you just like how you want to be used huh?" He thursts a harsher at the mention of Soap's name, making you sob out,

"Or maybe I should call that rookie, then we can see who can satisfy you, then we can see who can keep under control and in good behaviour like a good little cock slut" you choke a sob, incoherent words as your cunt pulsates at the degrading name, making you cry out even harder as he pulls you in a choke hold with the arm that was holding your hips in place, "What was that sargent? speak up for you Lieutenant I couldn't hear you through the blabbering mess you just spewed"

"P-lease sir, please- I need- I'm gonna-" before you can even finish the sentence your works get punched out of your throat as Simon slams his hips harder into you "Selfish little whore, can't even wait for a little longer huh?" Then he pushes you into the wall and pistons his hips into you, making his cock bruise your cervix everytime the tip hits it,

You cry, tears falling down your face as you finally come after being denied to cum for the 3rd time in the row, Simon not far behind as at his last thurst he pins you into the wall and cums in you, making his seed spill out of you, lewd splatting sounds filling the hallway combined with both of your breaths.

"...dont think you're off that easily, meet me at my office after curfew"

#ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mw #ghost mw2 #Mali's creative nonsense

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nothere2010-blog · 9 months

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the grad student (new chapter)

I got off the scale. Only fifteen pounds to lose. I can do this. I just have to control myself. It will be fine. Besides I can just go eat her out instead of binging. No more being. Huge piggy eating himself into a stupor.

“Hey man you want some breakfast?”

I looked at the huge spread they had. Greasy, cheesy, sugary, fatty, rich delicious food. Hash browns, pancakes, syrup, eggs, bacon, sausage, donuts. I couldn’t eat any of it without going overboard.

“No im good. I need to start watching my weight.”

“Your loss. You are really missing out.”

One of my roommates was on a bulk. The other was just starting to fill out.

“You sure we can’t tempt you?”

Danny’s pants were looking a bit snug lately. I mean that wasn’t saying much. He was pretty skinny. I looked again at the food. I could feel myself starting to drool. No no I can’t possibly be this weak.

“No I gotta stick to my diet.”

“Mmm more for us then.”

I bit my lip in envy as I watched Danny plow his way through his food. That should be me. I went back to my room to work on a paper. I could still smell the food. I pictured myself beached on the couch with at least a third of all that food in my gut. Laying there In anguish lamenting over my poor judgement my belly hanging out. I’d be groaning in pain but I’d be the one to finish the donuts. I’d lay there with the box on my stomach pushing them down even when I could no longer taste them. I’d be in hog heaven. Just a total fatty eating his way out of his clothes.

Fuck I’m so horny. I gripped my leftover pudge. Ugh I want this plump and full and my jeans tight. I remembered the bloating. So I got my water and went to work. It wasn’t enough. No matter how much I drank it wasn’t enough to satisfy that itch.

“Hey guys is there any….?”

“Urrrrrrrrrrrp ooooooof.”

Danny was leaned back in his chair with his belt unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. He was clutching his belly and groaning.

“Did you eat all that?”

“Urrrrrp no of course not.”

He was definitely looking a bit softer lately.

“Where is Charlie?”

“I don’t know probably taking a nap. He said he would head to the gym again at noon.”

There wasn’t a scrap of food left.

“Damn.”

“Urrrrrp you are the one who said no.”

“Very true.”

I cursed myself for trying to follow my diet.

………��.

“Hmmm you still got some left to lose.”

I estimated it being about ten pounds left. Just enough to sink my hands into. He still didn’t really have much definition.

“Ugh I know. Also I thought I would be getting some muscle by now.”

“You have to actually be working out to get muscle.”

I poked his tummy.

“I am.”

“At the gym?”

“I mean I walk.”

“Nah you gotta lift.”

“Ugh but that’s so boring.”

“Too bad. I’m a chest and arms girl.”

“Yeah and a belly girl.”

“Sometimes. But you were losing stamina.”

It was a bit hot when he was all out of shape but not fun with sex.

“True. But you liked seeing me all helpless and greedy.”

He dragged me toward him.

“What’s got into you?”

“I’m so hungry and horny. My roommates had this crazy breakfast this morning and I had to just watch them devour it and stick to my diet.”

“Awww poor piggy.”

“God believe me all I wanted to do was eat myself into a groaning aching mess and lament over my poor judgement. My stuffed belly spilling out my jeans never to be buttoned again.”

“Fuck!”

“What you like that?”

“You know I do. Ugh why do you have to mess with me?”

He started to kiss down my body.

“I was jealous seeing my roommates starter belly bulging with so much delicious greasy food.”

“Oh fuck why were you jealous?”

He was teasing me like crazy.

“Because I wanted to plump this pudge up.”

He brought my hand to his belly. I squeezed it.

“Yeah you wanted to fatten yourself up?”

He was hovering over my panties now.

“I wanted to feel heavy and greedy and pathetically full. Out of control.”

“Fuck that’s hot.”

“I came here because I needed to eat your pussy in order to stick to my diet.”

He nuzzled my crotch.

“Fuck!”

He was relentless.

“You taste like honey.”

“Fuck!”

“And you know I have a horrible sweet tooth.”

I couldn’t even formulate a response I just gripped his pudge tightly as he ate me out.

#weight gain story #fantasy feeder #male wg #teasing #denial #feedee encouragement #belly play #wg #chubby #fatty #fat belly

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blackbackedjackal · 1 year

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That post about brushes is so real. Ive downloaded so many brushes to try and use but inevitably go back to two of the default ones that came with the program. Its a shame cuz some of those brushes look cool in theory but i never like how they look with my style

And yea, maybe some of them would save time, but I'd rather do things the long way and get a result im happy with ykwim

I feel that so hard. Like I'd love if there was a brush for every scenario to save me time but sometimes you just don't vibe with them or you can't mess with the settings in a way that works well for you. It's like having a pencil or pen you like to draw with then jumping to a colored pencil or crayon and not liking the way it feels. Everyone renders differently and not every tool will be useful or work for everyone but when you have that one tool that words it's super nice. Hell, I'm guilty of buying 2-4 of the same kinds of sketchbooks just because I like the paper and it feels weird to switch after being accustom to the same texture for a while.

I use the same brush for most of my digital work and only use different ones for certain situations. Both of these were rendered with the same two tools (lasso tool and real watercolor brush). If you know how to mess with file sizes and brush settings you can get a lot out of just using tools you're comfortable with.

I deffo would have saved time using a fur brush or something, but sometimes hand drawing with a tool I'm comfortable with just gives me more control of what I want my work to look like in the end.

Shortcuts like specific brushes are always good and welcome, especially if you like it and it works for your style. But for me, if I gotta draw every damn strand of June's hair to be satisfied with the results then I'll do it because that's part of what makes my style, my style. I'd rather experiment in my comfort zone so I can learn how I personally render something. For me, leaning HOW I render helps for when I study how other people render things, or try out different tools. I have a better understanding of what I'm working towards stylistically, so when I try something and it doesn't work, I know it's just because it doesn't work for me and know I need to keep searching for something that does.

You're allowed to learn and try new things and make mistakes (assuming those mistakes are in good faith) because that's how you grow as an artist. So long as it's an honest and earnest attempt and you're willing to learn and evolve as you go, I don't think it's fair to just dog on someone for doing their best in that moment just because it's not perfect. There is always room for improvement, but sometimes that improvement won't happen until several attempts later. Like idk some people just don't know how to be chill and jump to really insane conclusions. It's so much easier to be like "hey, I noticed that you were trying to render this, here's some resources I used to learn how to do this, hope they help next time you try this out," instead of WHY DIDN'T YOU USE THESE TOOLS OR MAKE THIS LOOK PERFECT??? WHY DID YOU POST THIS IF YOU KNEW IT DIDN'T LOOK PERFECT??? etc.

#ask #that's the one thing I miss about art school #group critiques where you could just help eachother out #open up a space for communication and improvement

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can you write about otto fucking awsten with a big toy :3

oehhh anon im drooling at the thought

otto coming home with a Spencer's bag made awsten nauseous with excitement. he wants to open it so bad but otto said to wait, so he's not going to ruin the surprise. when otto pulls out a massive dildo, much bigger than himself, awsten's surprised. the dildo was bigger than his head, so he wasn't sure how it would even fit. or how he would walk the next day. but he was excited enough to push rational thoughts aside and let otto prep him. the contrast between otto's thick, lubed up fingers and just the tip of the huge toy made him let out a noise, a mix between a strangled whimper and a yelp. it was so big it took a while to get it in, and awsten's legs felt like they were going to give out already, since he was on all fours trying to take this monster of a toy. after otto manages to push the toy inside awsten, right up to the edge, awsten's knees buckle.

"i-i can't. it's too much."

awsten's strangled voice breaks the silence as he falls face first into the pillows. otto ceases his attempts to get the dildo in and instead helps awsten into a more comfortable position. he lays awsten on his back, with one of his legs over his shoulder, otto pushing it down and almost folding awsten in half. the position gave him less leverage to get the toy in fully, but it was more comfortable for awsten, who was already overwhelmed by the toy. awsten's big eyes were half lidded as he looks over at otto. his hard dick had been ignored so far, and it was leaking so much onto his stomach that awsten was quickly growing embarrassed.

"you good now? can i carry on, pup?"

otto asks him, squeezing a copious amount of lube onto the toy and then pushing it back inside awsten. when awsten nodded, he started fucking awsten with it. awsten hadn't really gotten the chance to get used to the feeling, so he was stuck, speechless, grabbing at the sheets to steady himself.

"otto, wait-"

he moaned as the toy brushed his prostate, and he lost his grip on reality as the heavy drag of the dildo was clouding his mind. otto was fucking him senseless with the damn toy, and he couldn't do anything but roll his eyes back at the feeling of the toy hitting his prostate head on, again and again. he was drooling a little, and otto used the pad of his thumb to wipe it from the side of his mouth as he fucked him aggressively with the toy.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum–"

awsten repeated, as his whole body burned with his oncoming climax. his abandoned dick twitched as he came untouched. he expected otto to just ride him through his orgasm, and pull the freakishly large toy out once awsten had finished. but he was unpleasantly surprised when otto kept ploughing into him like there was no tomorrow. awsten gasped and his eyes burned with tears as he was quickly becoming overstimulated. the hot feeling behind his nose was becoming intense, and he reached out a shaky hand to hold otto's arm, to try and stop him.

"no, otto, please stop, please please please–"

he tried, his chest feeling tight as otto made no attempt to let up. he let out a pathetic sob as he felt another orgasm building, though he wasn't ready for it. otto looked up at him with a shit eating grin, his eyes were significantly darker, and he was sporting a tent in his jeans.

"you're not done till i say, kitty. and i'm not letting you go until I'm satisfied."

#ermm #here. take it. unedited. i dont even care anymore.#ak #anon ask #awtto #ow

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boy-bug-ghoul · 1 year

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Things in take me back to eden that make me go feral

so it's my first time listening to tmbte fully after putting it off bc i knew i would be so excited i wouldn't be able to regulate my emotions HDSKSHD

and my ttrpg discord server had to witness me have very very live thoughts and reviews about the album and vessel's voice and vessel's new mask (which i plan on making!)

so here's some of those under the cut!! (i might continue to edit this as i listen again and again)

(i hope this is how you make a cut this is my first post)

Chokehold:

I was listening to per aspera ad inferi by ghost and plugged my ears so that the music was like fully reverberating around my skull and it was. such a good experience.

my hands over my ears, like rattling my eardrums

i did that with chokehold. fucking incredible bro it was. insane. so good.

the light piano noises?? juxtaposed with the SUDDEN HARDNESS AND THEN THE VOCALS AND AHSKDJHFS

The Summoning:

i don't have much to say about the summoning /pos. it's a classic. i think the first song i listened to from sleep token.

I've been listening to it a little more recently. the whole thing is so good especially like the middle bit where it goes so hard and the guitar goes "bleep bloop" (i read from somewhere,, the blog name evades my memory), THEN transitions into the ethereal flowy bit before iii starts bassing the house down

OH AND MY LOVE, DID I MISTAKE YOU FOR A SIGN FROM GOD

i love listening to the drums in ST songs as well. this is one of those crispy delicious drum songs

Granite:

i sing this pretty angrily. "if you had a problem then you should have told me" etc etc yk?

after that part it's sooooo easy to vibe to because of that underlying melody, its so satisfying i listen to it over and over again

"abstract toxicity" ben says

has been in my on repeat playlist for a while now haha

Aqua Regia:

i'm such a nerd about aqua regia. the first verse goes hard. the second verse goes hard. it all goes hard without having to go musically hard.

BECAUSE THE LYRICISM IS SO GOOD. "between teeth on a broken jaw, following a blood trail, frothing at the maw" "putting down the roses, picking up the sword" "oxytocin running in the ether" JUST TO NAME A FEW

THE ENTIRE BRIDGE. THE ALARM BELLS LYRIC. yeah.

also on my on repeat

Vore:

it's like the "gods" of tmbte yk? (it's because he starts out screaming. and i love it.)

but after that like, "will we remain stuck in the throat of gods" onwards,, it has something to it that makes me want to cry.

"there is always something in the way, i wanna have you to myself for once" there's so much yearning

so good. i feel bad for ignoring vore for a while before tmbte came out bc it really is. so good

Ascensionism:

i like the "oh woahs" at the start of vessel rapping

"half of a rhythm, half deity, glitches in the cold or gaps in a strange dream" HIT ME IMMEDIATELY. I HAD TO PAUSE IT BECAUSE IT WENT SO HARD. because it is basically what vessel is. oh my

"make it real" he sounds so good singing this fml!!!

"lipstick, chemtrails" onwards is SO VIBEY like all the lyrics as well!! the blood references interest me!!

vessel whispering "diamonds in the trees, pentagrams in the night sky" gave me chills. in a gay way? yeah probably

I DO APPRECIATE HOW THE SONG IS 7 MINUTES!! LONG SONGS CHEF'S KISS

Are You Really Okay?:

i had many. many feelings about this one. it's still hard to put it into words right now

i said to my server, "im gonna start violently sobbing actually. bc its SO VERY CLEAR what it. hrgh"

it was a lot. cried, definitely. i bet it hits close to home for a lot of people.

also weird music moment i was like. noticing shdfkd i was like "damn they did this song in C major and I'm still crying" (or at least i think it's C major, it was so odd bc that's one of the brightest key signatures yk)

The Apparition:

gave me twinges of high water in emotion, but it's because i am projecting too heavily onto the first verse sdhfd

the instrumental after the first verse fucks.

the chorus as well!! the lyrics i keep talking about THE LYRICS on this one "let's make trouble in the dream world, hijack heaven with another memory"

i love the instrumental the whole time, again with that underlying melody

DYWTYLM:

THIS SONG MAKES ME SAD GO AWAY HDFSHDF

i read this descriptor on fake out by fall out boy, but i feel like this song is so "grit your teeth and smile"

"can you ever forgive yourself?" comes for my kneecaps.

"i cannot hope to give you what i cannot give myself" wrrrr shut up bro shut up D:

"smile back at me, please" SEE THIS SONG DOESNT GO TOO HARD MUSICALLY BUT THE LYRICS GO SOOOOOOO HARD

Rain:

the first song i listened to off the album! it is. not because it shares a title with a ghost member... i swear...

THE ENTIRE POST-CHORUS. "refracted in light, reflected in sound" really hit me the first time!!

i love how it gets INCREASINGLY HARDER

ben, to his discord server: "darling will you saturate?" 1. CALLBACK TO AQUA REGIA 2. saturate my [redacted] vessel

i listened to rain for an hour on repeat. it slaps so hard.

Take Me Back To Eden:

right off the bat, 8 MINUTES AND 20 SECONDS. AND ALL OF THEM ARE SO GOOD.

the first take me back to eden refrain when vessel does that high note. ascending.

i love the chorus so so much. i had so many feelings relating to the chorus. and the harmonies ohhhh my god.

"THE CHORUS KEY CHANGE MAKES ME LIKE SHAKE" "theres so many key changes im freaking out right now im going insane right now" "THE CHORUS IS SUNG 3 TIMES AND EVERY TIME ITS A DIFFERENT KEY IM GONNA LIKE CRY IM GONNA FUCKING CRY"

i had many feelings related to the key changes. the first time i experienced all three choruses i had to pause. hyperventilate for a bit.

"and i don't know what's got its teeth in me but I'm about to bite back in anger" very high water!!!! the mouth of infinity fr

WHEN I REALISED THAT NOT ONLY WAS THERE A LYRICAL CALLBACK TO CHOKEHOLD BUT THE INSTRUMENTAL AS WELL.

and the ending goes so hard i love it when vessel just starts screaming

clearly. my favourite. there's a lot of thoughts abt this.

Euclid:

the lyrics again. all so good. the night terrors. the yearning and reverence. this is my shit

the "call me when you get the chance" etc. initially i was like "this sounds so much like the night does not belong to god AND OH BOY! WAS I IN FOR A SURPRISE

"euclid is fucking insane,,, and they call back to their first ever ep AND their first ever lp and imlike hrgndnksfnrhsn" this was me before the ending right

when i heard "the whites of your eyes" my jaw dropped. i was overcome with emotion.

"THEY CALL BACK TO THE NIGHT DOES NOT BELONG TO GOD AND I ALMOST STARTED CRYING. THEIR FIRST ALBUM!!!!! oh god oh jesus"

every time i listen to it i feel like crying. I'm like gonna cry. it's so good. what a perfect ending.

good lord. what a trip this album was. thank you for reading i still have to recover from this hahahaha

#take me back to eden #sleep token #bento talks #this is my first original post man i had so many feelings i had to SHARE #i love sleep token so much they deserve the world #edit: that was not how you make a cut i had to edit it on my phone HDKDHDK

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ketastore · 2 years

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the science team with scientist!reader

this one is sort of platonic but romance is implied from gordon's side

3rd pov, y/n used

oneshot

☆

the sound of glass breaking could be heard in the corner of the room, as gordon smashed the window glass of a vending machine into small bits with an old, rusty crowbar.

"everyone!! get the drinks!!" gordon shouted as he watched the rest of the science team run over to the broken vending machine and start sipping and slurping on the drinks like wild animals. the science team was tired from all the walking and fighting and decided to take a well deserved break in a room they found and possibly scavenge for food. that's why the vending machine is now broken.

the only one who wasnt near the vending machine was y/n, who instead decided to look around the room and hopefully find some food or other helpful stuff inside the boxes on the other side of the room. they seemed quite satisfied with the task at hand, looking around with a smile on their face while listening to an ambience of certain 3 men sipping soda loudly and gordon dying of laughter over the slurping cacophony.

oh, speaking of gordon! as soon as he finished laughing and noticed y/n not being present near the vending machine, he looked over at them and sighed. not in annoyance, but rather in a "im so hecking glad there's at least one sane person here besides myself" way. yea, for the majority of the day he had to babysit 3 men babies and benrey (who has been currently missing for a few hours now. not like gordon cares where he is though!). y/n on the other hand, seemed pretty normal, mature even, which was gordon extremely glad for cause.. he really didnt want another careless adult to look after.

gordon then quickly shook his head. no more bad thoughts!! he thought to himself as he looked over at y/n. for now, he just wanted to take a break and chill with them, as they (like previously stated) seemed like the most mature out of the bunch.

putting on a little grin, gordon walked over to y/n and raised his hand in a friendly way, ready to start a conversation!

"y/n, buddy! what's u–"

"GUYS! i found some cute stickers!!"

...

what the heck. there's no way. gordon's expections of y/n's maturity immediately all disappeared as he watched the supposedly "mature" adult jump around in a childlike glee, waving with a few pages of colorful stickers in their hand!! gordon face palmed in disappointment and sat down with a groan. how could even such silly items end up in black mesa? and most important, why is everyone so damn happy about it?

because as soon as y/n informed everyone about their interesting find (loudly, might i add), everyone came up to them, visibly interested in the stickers as well. "good job, dr y/n! we all knew we could count on you!" dr coomer said in a happy tone, sounding proud of the younger scientist, to which y/n replied with an even happier "thank you!"

the first one next to y/n was tommy, who seemed the most curious about the stickers , "ooh i love stickers, show me!", he bend down to y/n's height and looked over their shoulder at the stickers, gasping at the cute designs and colors, "the star ones look so cute!". reacting immediately, y/n grinned and looked up at the tall man next to them. they then procceeded to carefully take one of the star stickers and stick it on tommy's right cheek. "tada! now you look very handsome!" y/n said happily, grinning even more after seeing tommy smile widely. he seemed very happy to be called handsome!

the little interaction of the two seemed to attract the rest of the science team, aswell! coomer along with bubby quickly squeezed themselves between y/n and tommy, both demanding y/n to give them some stickers too, to which the young scientist agreed to with a quick nod. "of course!! there's a lot of them for everyone!!"

the room was quickly filled with laughs and giggles as the scientists shared cute stickers between eachother, all of them enjoying the silly, yet fun activity!! soon all of them were covered with stickers; tommy's face was the most covered - with 2 star stickers on his cheeks, 1 heart sticker on his chin and 1 rainbow sticker above his left eyebrow - the 2 older scientists were decorated in a similar manner, except that bubby refused to take any girly stickers (although he didnt seem against putting a kuromi sticker on his chest pocket, to match with coomer's my melody one), y/n themselves picked primarly heart and flower stickers of various colors, decorating both their face and their lab coat with them. needless to say, they all looked very cool and stylish!

unfortunately, not everyone seemed to share the same opinion.. this all looked so silly in gordon's eyes! why yes, he has been sitting there this whole time, watching everyone have fun and exchange stickers! at first, he was quite annoyed at how bizzare it all seemed, playing around like little kids while they were locked up in a huge building with monsters everywhere..

the science team looked so happy though- despite often feeling frustrated because of them, gordon still cared a lot about them. they were his buddies after all! he enjoyed spending time with them, and needless to say, he even slowly started to feel a desire to join the fun. gordon felt his grumpy mood slowly getting better as he looked back at the rest of his team, grinning at the sight of benrey casually chatting with y/n.

wait wha- when did benrey get in here??? his grin quickly fell. noticing the security guard who seemed to appear out of nowhere, gordon immediately sprung to his feet and stomped towards benrey, who stood right next to y/n, asking them for a few fruit stickers to decorate his helmet with. gosh, gordon couldnt stand this guy. "what are YOU doing he-!!" "oh hey bro. hey man. whats up, bro. you- you doing good?" benrey cut him off with his monotone voice before gordon could finish his sentence, not even bothering to look at the taller man with a ponytail as he rather admired his helmet him and y/n just finished decorating. "havent seen you in a while." benrey added with a smirk on his face, most likely intending to piss off gordon even more; which worked because upon hearing that, gordon could feel his temper rise tremendously fast.

sensing the negative atmosphere around, y/n panicked a bit. they didnt want anyone to start a fight, especially not when everyone seemed to be in such a good mood until now! so, without thinking, the young scientist took a random sticker and quickly put it on gordon's left cheek, hoping for it to work as a distraction to cool down gordon.

this of course, surprised gordon as he went completely silent and stumbled back a bit, not expecting such an interaction. y/n looked at him with a sheepish, yet cute smile, letting out a laugh to releave the awkward situation they just got themselves into. lol what a silly clown. for a while, the two just stared at eachother, not sure what to say or do, until y/n finally let go of gordon's face and laughed yet again, this time with much more confidence. y/n just noticed that the sticker they just put gordon's face was the same one they already had on their face, what a coincidence! "cool, now we're matching!"

gordon was totally speechless, unsure what to say or do. he was left confused after the whole sticker thing but he was very certain about two things he just realized; y/n's laugh was the most beautiful thing in the world and he really wanted to hear it again. for now, he just continued to fondly stare at the the smilling, sticker-covered scientist in front of him.

unfortunately, the fuzzy, yet pleasant silence was soon broken by bubby punching a microwave he found in the room and then throwing it on the ground, causing a small explosion-

"GORDON, GREAT NEWS! I MADE FIRE!"

"BUBBY, NO!"

#hlvrai #hlvrai x reader #science team #this one is mostly romantic from gordon's side lol #once again posted from my wattpad #ALSO THIS ONE IS REALLY OLD LMAO #IM SORRY IF ITS BAD #</3

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safesthavenoutsideofexistence · 1 month

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my jokes are astonishingly hardhitting. Like they can TANGIBLY FEEL I made a potent spiritual attack on a celebrity. Everytime I see signs that means it’s inevitably coming(chills). SHIIIIIIIIIT. I HEAR FANS SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! DAWG LAIKAS GON REAL AS FUCK OMG AND SHES GONNA BE PERFECT BECAUSE I AM PERFECT. PERFECTION EXISTS BECAUSE OF ME. Omg Laika’s gon be in my reality sooner than I think (chills).????? What the fuck…….@sooner than I think. Well damn. It’s terrifyingly real. AS FUCK. It’s STAGGERINGLY TERRIFYINGLY REAL AS FUCK. That’s crazy Laika’s coming (chills). Like Jesus Christ like I finally know how Stan Lee feels. Mindblown. Ima feel mindblown. Omg. I always access the future by visualizing seeing precisely what’s to come. I have visions of the future on command. wtf most viewed tedtalk(chills). I look stunning. Wow. Blue hair. Number one most viewed tedtalk about how I became a globally recognized zillionaire. Not a damn thing is out for reach for me (chills). I’m sexy I’m a sex vixen. Insaneeeee I’m getting chills Laika’s coming. I naturally walk into my desired reality. Like I’m so rigged to win on absolutely all the energy levels yo profoundly because I am the self validation. I succeed because I’m naturally in wish fulfillment energy. That’s INSANE THATS BATSHIT. Art imitated life. Movies imitated life. My very existence inherently oozes art imitated life and movies imitated life. Man that’s unhinged. I’m a leader pioneer and now I guide. I won’t be alone with all of the knowledge I know. The world needs my wisdom. So it’s crucial for me to be a Zillionaire Superstar. Like me fulfilling my destiny is profoundly needed. I feel mythical. I feel like a dream. My life feels mythical my life feels like a dream. Holy shit. Life is truly a dream. Got profound chills Laika was gon trib the shit of my pussy real good like dawg I can’t wait to come back to read this and be STAGGERINGLY ASTONISHED AND ASTOUNDED THIS ACTUALLY CAME TRUE(chills). In ALL aspects I make it happen. They feel my gravitational pull before I come. I naturally make it a reality. Yes it works on an energetic level too. I’m impressed with my own Godlike power damn. I blow them all away with my own Godlike power. I got the aura of The Ultimate Supreme God(Truman show type shi). They admire my level of consciousness. I admire my own level of consciousness. I admire the fact I am always effortlessly handed the perspectives that naturally leads me to the life I want to live. Not every single thought of mine come true. Only the ones that put my soul at ease do. :). I find it humorous whether I believe it or not I’m winning on both side of the coin. The timing is coming yeah I’ll talk to her. I’ll naturally talk to friends. I have a satisfying ass social life. Laika and I on FaceTime all the time. I dare to trust. I dare to believe. I’m rigged to win so my fears don’t matter. Each one of my desires come to me naturally. When I affirm it blissfully results in boundless of ways. Im at the top I’m the chillest everyone loves me by default since they all NPC. Basically. Conforming to my expectations and exceeding it. Fuck yes. Life’s abouta real perfect. It’s okay NPC have souls(chills). I was once NPC now I’m God. Escaped the matrix type shit. Laika and I our sexual tensions off the chart(chills). Fuck. I love connecting with her. Physically mentally psychically spiritually sexually romantically platonically. I naturally utilize both the physical and spiritual power. Okay. I don’t got shit to worry about I’m already doing everything right. I’m rigged to get my desires anyway. ^.^ the way I casually speak shows my astonishing intelligence. I beat the Matrix. We awakening on such a profound level of what this all shit really is. And there is a purpose. Even in the randomest lies a purpose. I get my desires at the most randomest of times and it’s always aligned with my current journey. It always get better.

#chills #vaunts #Laika

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fairyaali · 3 years

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hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

“Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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