#like. im not perfect god knows im still a fucking mess
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god i love gravity falls so much
#rewatching the first couple episodes ljke. god this show feels so much like home to me#one of the most important pieces of media in my whole life. my middle school best friend#blahblahblah#im just thinking about. me at 13 rewatching tourist trapped-gobblewonker-headhunters over and over again#enough so that i still have those eps memorized now (<< is whispering tourist trapped quotes under my breath as we SPEAK)#like. if that sad little teenager could see me now . i think shed be happy#like. im not perfect god knows im still a fucking mess#but i think. ive come far enough that 13 yr old me would be satisfied#considering that was. right around the time i thought i wouldnt make it to 16 much less 20 much less 23.#god. fuck that was a decade ago huh. that was 10 whole years. holy shit#ohhhhhh no#fucking hell ok. anyway. gravity falls pivotal piece of media in my life i love it so much it feels like home forever
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wait tell me more about your undergrad thesis play you did
ok i can't actually say too many details because it will doxx me (the play was deeply specific to the city i went to undergrad in) but i have to lay some groundwork first:
i did not actually choose to do this play. if given actual agency i would not have done this play, it was a bad play
hilariously, not every design program grad actually got to do a final/thesis show. our program only did three shows a year, which meant that a maximum of 3 students per discipline (set/costume/lighting) got to do a show. and usually it was less that that bc there were graduate students and occasionally a professor stepped in if the student crop was weak (it usually was). this is how you obtained a final show (for set design):
duking it the fuck out in a no holds barred semester long competition IN the set design class where the prof pits you against each other in every critique to see who can design the best show according to the director's specifications.
no i am not joking
i was not particularly enthused by any of the show selections in my graduating year (the season is picked in advance by a committee of staff+directors) but i sure as hell am ambitious so i decided i was gonna do preliminary designs for every show. and also interview to try and get a costume design slot, but the department literally stepped in and told me i couldn't design two shows in a year.
anyways. i go above and beyond building prelim models for these three shows, but again i get sidestepped by the department and told that i can't design more than one show, so i have to pick which one i want to do, so i went with the show that would become my final show bc the director was very adamant about working with me.
the play is a REWRITE of the government inspector by nikolai gogol, and that rewrite is being done by the director herself. the rewrite is set in the literal city that my university is in, part of it revolves around a very famous historical landmark
all of this happens a year in advance to the actual show (second semester of my third year, the show's run dates are late second semester of my fourth year), so i have the entire summer and all of the first semester to tidy up the prelim design and get it approved etc etc. here are a select few of some of the insane stories than happened over the time it took to make this show:
the director does NOT finish the script until about a week before rehearsals start
the director invites me to a 'design meeting' that actually turns out to be a private meal at a very expensive sushi restaurant and possibly the most expensive meal of my entire life. the director treats me to some extremely expensive fish and two bottles of sake, which i drink all of. i should point out that i am 21 at the time and the director is anywhere between the age of 65 and 85, no one actually knows. also the director IS LITERALLY MY PROFESSOR
the director will not decide on what she wants on the floor (has to function as both indoor and outdoor space, the floor is also a nearly 30ft diameter turntable (not my choice) so any patterns HAVE to match a circle) and when we finally settle on a mandala pattern she makes me draw FORTY DIFFERENT MANDALAS over a three week period before she decides on one.
i make the props department order over a thousand dollars of fake plants. it takes up a third of my budget, but they are most of the set pieces 🤷♀️
the head of shop somehow gets the actual city council to lend us real actual city lampposts. like real real ones made of aluminium and glass and shit. they get wired up with portable dimmer packs and put on small platforms so they both actually for real light up AND roll around the stage
there's a fuckup with the scenic painting class + the rehearsal schedule (the rehearsals are running behind and there are not enough scenic painters) so the mandala painting has to happen in only two days AFTER 10pm. i end up painting most of the mandala myself in those two overnight shifts that go until 4am
oh and there's also a fuckup with the new set design prof that's coming in so i'm literally left without a supervisor for an entire semester while the show is in pre production.
#there are so many other stories the whole year was a fucking nightmare sldkfjsdlf#the costume designers (there were two in an effort to try and make it 'fair') literally shat the bed with the costumes#so much so that they had to redesign outfits after technical rehearsal. aka WAY TOO LATE in the game#the turntable ended up getting cut from the fucking show bc an actor sprained their wrist being stupid#so all of that perfect symmetry point mandala work was for NOTHING (except a gorgeous floor im actually still very proud of that floor)#in addition to all those fake plants i had the poor first year grunts make over 100 custom giant ivy leaves#and when i say giant i mean 1.5ft across#in the final show literally half of the scene changes were just moving huge potted ferns around sldkfsdljf#oh and one of the costume designers tried to throw me under the bus at a production meeting by saying i didnt give them the colour palette#when i literally hand made booklets of paint chips and fabric swatches for BOTH of them#it was a right fucking mess#i was also designing another (smaller thank god) show at the time that literally opened on the same day#so if you ever wanted to know what theatre school is like: it's like that!#plus like at least ten more ethics violations. that school was a fucking mess#text#answers#non kpop questions
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Honestly think you're one of the best writers for Alastor in this fandom! Your stuff is always brilliant and the characterisation is perfect!
Had the idea last night: Alastor and reader going multiple rounds, and reader still wanting more and being full of energy but Alastor being absolutely out of it and completely shattered, so he uses his tentacles instead, because what kind of gentleman keeps his lady wanting?
Just an excuse to request tentacle sex with everyone's favourite "deer".
a/n: im gonna be so real with you, im not really sure if the tentacles are like, real apendages or if they're part of his shadow soooo i wrote them as the latter. hope it makes sense!! thank you love :') y'all are too nice 🩷
if there was one thing you weren’t expecting to still have in hell, it was your damn hormonal cycle. you didn’t necessarily have a period, but by god, you swore you still ovulated. it felt even worse than before, the primal need threatened to burn a hole through you. you always felt like a bother to alastor during this week of the month, begging and pleading for him to fuck you for hours. but, alastor never turned you away.
today though, you were especially needy. alastor had already made you cum a handful of times and had cum twice himself. he was exhausted. yet, there you were at the edge of his bed, eyes still filled with lust. “my goodess…” alastor chuckles, shaking his head. “i’m not sure i have much left in the tank, darling.” he cups your cheek, watching tears well up in your eyes. “i-i’m sorry-” he shushes you before you can continue. “did i say anything about stopping? i’d never dream of leaving my lady hanging when she needs me.”
“but…” you frown, watching alastor’s smile turn to smirk. “i have a few tricks up my sleeve, my dear. lay back.” your eyes widen as there’s a flash of green light, followed by five tentacle-like appendages sprout from alastor’s back. “w-what?” adrenaline surges through you as well as a mix of excitement and nerves. “you’re gonna… use those?” you gulp, watching the tentacles slither towards you. “why of course!” alastor snickers, seeing your apprehension. “don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours." he coos, watching with hungry yet tired eyes.
the shadow apendages wrap around your thighs, cold to the touch but not unpleasant. as they slowly spread your legs, another slides between them. it's almost embarrassing the way your legs shake with anticipation, the cool tip of the tentacles swiping up your slit. "o-oh, that's..." you sigh in relief when you're suddenly being filled. "how's that darling?" alastor hums, watching as you open wider around him. "that's... oh god alastor..." you pant, every slow thrust of his tentacle-like shadow making your head dizzy.
the foreign feeling of being stretched so wide has you already teetering on the edge. without warning, alastor curls the apendage while picking up pace, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. "gonna-" you mewl, hips arching off the bed with every thrust. "k-keep going please. 'm gonna cum." every whine makes alastor almost wish his cock was back inside of you, knowing just how hard you're clamping down on his shadow.
but the sight of you writhing, gripping the sheets like you're life depended on it was something he's grateful to be seeing from afar. the buildup to your orgasm comes strong, the coil in your stomach snapping from the tension and- "oooh, you really liked that, hm?" alastor's voice is heavy with arousal, pulling you back to reality after cumming. your vision slowly returns, heavy breathing filling your ears. you barely register the soaking mess you've made on the bed. "oh my god. did i..?" your face goes red, embarrasmemt setting in once again. "yes, my sweet. you did, and made quite the mess for us to clean up."
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analyzing some images (for fun)
so i found this pair of promotion images for good omens season 1 on the good omens reference library server and it’s hooked me so so bad im having feelings about it. we’re analyzing them now. not really for meta purposes just fun to see the parallels and differences :)
everything under the cut !
unique traits
aziraphale:
1) his plank background. its older, its crisp, it smells like wood from the screen. mmmm
2) the pencil shavings at the bottom. he does a lot of writing honestly, so i like this. also adds a messy and cozy vibe he always seems to have in that shop…. i like that blessed shop fr
3) his SUSHI. little soy sauce drops near it too—just the right amount of deliberate mess. our first formal introduction to aziraphale in the present day and beginning the Tomfoolery just happens to have sushi... i watch that scene and i go “yeah, that sums up aziraphale i suppose” very nicely. (they dont have sushi Up There) (im literally never gonna forget that)
4) the ray of light shining on the scene. tiny thing, but a bit of the heaven is peeking through..it also sort of blurs the whole image but i think thats just me.
5) and we’ve saved the best for last: the big whopper. the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter, witch. I LOVE THAT BOOK!!!!!!! i cant remember if that ring stain was there but if it isnt in the show on the actual book i’d assume thats to add that ‘thy cocoa doth grow cold’ thing. ALSO. you know what’s being used as a bookmark in the pages?? a check for the ritz. he bookmarked their one chance for living . with a ritz check . MMMMMM. my GOD. that means so much to me even if i cant convey it in words. he KEEPS THE CHECKS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
crowley:
1) let me get my favorite out of the way. crowley’s glasses have fire in their reflection. we’ll talk about the glasses themselves later but the REFLECTION IN THEM. fucking FIRE, BOOKSHOP fire, PAIN, SRIVING THROUGH THE M-25, HELL, I DONT KNOWIM HAVING FEELINGS!!! i do believe this is a bookshop fire reference though, the flames feel too Familiar. the lengths people will go to to attack others 🤧
2) the leather seat background!!!!!!! probably meant to look similar to the bentley’s seats but i cant recall their texture, exactly. maybe just meant to convey modernness—unsure. still, its there <3
3) the tiny little crisp plant </3 its trying his damned best to stay perfect. it might a specific plant that means something, but i cant tell at thsi angle, so i’ll assume its a mini version of the ficus he keeps in the flat. its so SMALL and sitting in ANOTHER POT i CANT
4) the snake slithering!! black and red (in this image it looks orange lol) bellied scales!!!! slithering there, chilling, being crowley, showing hints. love it
5) QUEEN RECORD!!!!! TRYING TO OVERRIDE IT WITH TCHAIKOVSKY!!!!!! the tape over it does a reminisence to crowley’s handwriting, but in a clean ‘this made made to be a font’ way. not exactly just yet. ive become a fan of tchaikovsky recently. amazing darling wonderful crowley, trying to push the rock up the hill for eternity 😞
6) HIS LITTLE DEMON KEY THING. HOLDING A TINY LITTLE BENTLEY CAR KEY OHHH. thats how he doesnt lose the tiny key despite probably not needing one of those. and he CHOSE that intentionally probably. little wings and red circle….URGHHHHHHH
similarities
mmmmm now here’s the good shit. similarities! i’ll bullet point most of them but ohhhhh. ohhhh these. i’ll go from top to bottom as best i can….
1) one of their shoes, obviously. crowley has them iconic snakeskin shoes while aziraphale has his old loafers like the old loafer he is /pos
2) chateauneuf de pape wine bottle labels! (crowley’s is under his glasses, aziraphale’s is next to his shoe). oh my fucking god theyre MATCHING. the labels are old, battered, of course labeling the drink’s age, but mmmmm its these tiny details that get me going….
3) their respective drinks in their mugs—crowley’s a black mug coffee (or what looks to be coffee) and aziraphale’s angel mug tea (or what looks to be tea). i think about that mug sometimes. where did he get that from?? mystery for the ages….
4) their glasses, of course. crowley’s iconic sunglasses and aziraphale’s reading spectacles. i cant really tell the reflections in this pair, but if its supposed to be fucking fire, im done with this. im giving up forever
5) their own watches! aziraphale’s is visibily older while crowley’s is visibly modern, but they function just the same. also, crowley’s is set to 2:56:59 (presumably PM), which is around the time we see when crowley starts checking his watch at warlock’s birthday party. its almost time for disaster to strike!! 😃
6) and finally….their ties!! they have their own ties!!! or more accurately, neck accessories, but i digress. i mesn i assume its crowley’s neck tie, because the fabric looks… different. either way, crowley’s neck thingie is very whispy and aziraphale has his funky little bowtie i love so much,,,
okay thats it. there’s no canonical implications, any fantheories, none of the sort. just saw a pair of images and my mind went GOD DAMN!!!!!! theyre very important to me. i need to look at more promo material 😔
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༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 ༻
I can't stop thinking about the tieflings and their pretty fire pokers so here we are. Please enjoy xoxo
Zevlor - Dammon - Rolan - NSFW - Cock Talk
Zevlor
His cock is by far the most fascinating.
Zevlor's cock is so pretty and girthy, definitely the biggest of the three. So if you have a size kink this is the route to take because you'll be amazed at the sheer size of it.
Don't worry though, he won't ever force it all in at once. Zevlor would never hurt you, EVER! He'll take his time with you, warming you up and slowly pushing himself into you until you're ready to take all of him.
I know you've seen his face, well im happy to tell you that his cock comes with ridges just like on his face. Oh gosh, and its so veiny. The texture of his cock is enough to make you have an orgasm, you'll be trembling under him as soon as it enters you.
Like you can also feel him in your guts and he's not even trying.
He's cut with a beautiful smooth mushroom head. It does take some getting used to when it enters you. But licking it is something you've become obsessed with because of how it feels in your mouth, so that helps lube him up before.
Fuck, this mans cock always makes you feel worshiped and adored.
Did i mention Zevlor's cock comes with a nice curve to it, yup, that's right. This gentleman was absolutely blessed by the cock gods and he'll be able to hit all your favorite spots. Please expect to cum multiple times while with this man.
Fear not, because while you're a panting mess with his cum dribbling out of you, Zevlor will go find something to clean you off with and even bring you a glass of something to drink. Bath? If he can, he'll provide you with one.
Dammon
Dammon, sweet sweet Dammon. This man has a very pretty cock, you're obsessed with it okay.
Dammon isn't as large as Zevlor but he still has a good length to him along with just the right amount of girth.
Just because he isn't the biggest doesn't mean he can't fill you, because believe me, he can.
Always oozing pre cum which gives his head a nice sheen to it. Oh god you love the way his precum makes his head glisten, you can't help but want to fall to your knees and lick it clean.
His cock is uncut, not too veiny but has a nice contrast from the head to the shaft for your pleasure.
When the two of you first experienced sex his cock was the right amount of sweet and painful.
Let's be honest this man knows how to use his cock okay.
The way Dammon works his cock into you makes you feel so loved and like you're the only one for him, but that's not always the case. Dammon has two moods when it comes to his cock, sweetest tiefling in the world, and also the meanest tiefling in the world.
He can work your body as if you were a goddess or he can use and abuse you as if you were some sort of sleeve made for his cock.
This is why he's perfect, because even after he's made you a mess and treated you like some fuck doll he's right there at your side kissing your forehead with his arms wrapped around you. He'll always have something ready to clean you up with and he's not the kind of guy to just up and leave after hot ass sex.
Rolan
Rooolan!! Our precious sassy Rolan. I love imagining his cock. Its so fun.
Its so pretty, like sooooo pretty and it hits all the right spots.
Rolan has a very sensitive cock as well, like all you have to do is touch it and his breath will catch in his throat.
Lick it/ Suck it and he becomes a squirming mess because he's so damn sensitive.
Teasing him is an absolute delight :D.
Not veiny at all but has a nice curve to it. Rolan also has more length than girth.
Be prepared because this mans cock will hit your cervix.
It might hurt at first which he has mixed feeling about. He hates that you wince in pain but at the same time hes so proud that he can do that to you.
Sometimes it might even bruise you so like i said, be prepared.
Eventually you'll warm up to it though and it'll become the best thing you've ever experienced.
Oh yeah, remember i said his dick is sensitve, well yeah in the start of your sexual relationship he doens't last long.
Like your walls clenching his cock has him a trembling mess and he's trying his best not to orgasm right then and there. He wants to last a long time for you but sometimes its just hard.
I feel like i need to add this but Rolan is 100% clean shaven. Like he hates hair down there on himself. He doesn't mind it if it grows out a little, but it makes him feel very unclean. He's a pretty tiefling and he wants to keep it that way.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#Rolan#Zevlor#Dammon#dammon x tav#zevlor x tav#rolan x tav#bg3 rolan#zevlor bg3#dammon bg3#tav#bg3 smut#bg3 zevlor#bg3 dammon#rolan bg3#bg3 x reader#zevlor x reader#dammon x reader#rolan x reader#bg3 x tav
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helping you out on the francis with the pussy propaganda; railing trans francis while he's in a cow lingerie i wanna see him squirt as the reader torture his clit im unhinged
━ pretty cow ,, that's not my neighbor
pairing(s): francis "milkman" mosses x male reader
warnings: cursing, ftm francis, subby francis, vaginal sex, lingerie, fucking with clothes on (for francis), lil praise kink (calling francis pretty <333), overstimulation, marathon sex, dacryphilia
a/n: i have exams tomorrow but spreading the francis with a pussy propaganda is more important
and because my mahal asked and also im petty af
Francis was a pretty little thing in your humble opinion. The man may look like he needs to take a nap for a week from those tired eyes of his, but the man still looks handsome. Especially in his white milkman uniform that just fit well in him. It was always hard to not immediately jump Francis when he was in those clothes before and after he came back from work. So pretty, so beautiful... how can you not want him?
What was more tempting of the image of Francis in his uniform was when the man was out of it. Soft, smooth skin that looks so pretty with his marks all over, especially on Francis' chest. Little chub on the stomach that you loved to place and hold your hand over, especially when you can feel the bump of your cock when you were inside Francis. And oh, thick thighs that Francis gained from delivering milk.
Francis was beautiful. So, so pretty... and it really took everything in your willpower not to jump the man and ravish Francis already when Francis just came back.
But you know what's more tempting? What Francis was wearing right now in front of you.
"You... beautiful," You breathlessly said as you stared slack-jawed at Francis. Awe in your eyes as you tried to soak up the sight in front of you. Francis let out a soft whine from the praise as he tried to adjust the clothes he was on. Francis was wearing a special lingerie that you had jokingly bought, but god, it hugged Francis' body so prettily. "You look so beautiful."
"It's embarrassing," Francis said, cheeks flushed as he avoided eye contact with you. "Why did you buy this?" He asked as he let out a surprised yelp when he was pulled down, landing on your lap as he put his hands on your shoulder to balance himself. Francis sent you a small glare, pouting as he got a smile from you.
"What? I think it fits you," You chuckled as you placed a hand on Francis' waist while the other toyed with the strings of the panties Francis was wearing. The lingerie was cow printed, which was amusing but also worked well from what you planned to do to Francis. "Don't you think so?" You cooed as you did think it fit the man in your lap quite well. Francis pouted more.
"It's not funny," Francis said and you just shook your head and smiled.
"I think it's perfect," You said as you brought Francis to a kiss, your hand that played with the strings of Francis' panties had roamed to touch Francis' crotch instead. The man on your lap didn't fight back at all, instead reciprocating your kiss as you squeezed Francis' waist affectionately. Francis let out a moan from the kiss when your middle and forefinger pressed in the middle of the panties, rubbing until you could feel Francis' slick make a small wet patch. "Now, can I get my milk?"
“Fuck— fuck! Fuckin— hold on, s... shit—” He gasps as Francis moans helplessly. His mouth fell open in pleasure while his whole body shook from the overwhelming feeling of his body just in deep pleasure but as well as from your hard thrust. His thighs become a frothy mess as his slick and your cum dripped from his cunt. His moans turned into screams when you started fucking him into the bed harder and harsher again, nipping at his exposed throat and leaving marks all over his skin. "W... wait!"
You harshly rolled your hips, making sure your cock hit Francis' core dead on each time you slammed yourself in. You let out deep, pleasured moans into Francis' neck as you felt Francis claw your back, nails digging to your skin and probably... absolutely, leaving marks that'll show tomorrow. But it's fine because you left your marks on Francis already and will continue to leave more. Outside and inside the Milkman when you were done with him.
"Fuck!" You hissed as you slammed yourself harshly deep inside Francis, feeling the man squeeze around your cock before it got more slippier and wetter than it was before. Francis came again and you weren't too far behind because before you knew it, you spilt your load inside Francis' warmth. You two moaned as Francis felt so full that his hands had unconsciously touched his stomach, feeling the bump grow bigger from your cock and cum in him.
Taking a breather from just coming inside again, you felt Francis' body slack in your hold and when you took your face away from Francis' neck to see if the man was okay, you soaked in the messy yet beautiful sight in front of you. It was truly beautiful.
Francis' smooth skin was already painted with so many bites and hickeys, especially around his neck and chest courtesy from you. His tits spilt out from the cow-printed bra, his nipples red and abused with bite marks around them that no doubt Francis will be putting band-aids over to not get it irritated in his shirts. His panties were pushed to the side so you could have easy access to his cunt which was just puffy and red already and cum kept gushing out each time you thrust inside him before.
Having an idea, you slowly took your cock out, hearing Francis weakly whine as you did while you felt Francis' inside tried so desperately to keep you in. But once you pulled your cock out, you let out a soft groan seeing your cum gush out from Francis' gaping pussy.
Shit... you really want to go for another round...
"[Name]...?" Hearing Francis weakly calling out your name. You looked away from looking at Francis' abused cunt to look at the man in the face. It was getting even more harder not to plunge your cock inside Francis again seeing Francis tired, teary eyes looking at you. A small pout on his lips. What came out next from Francis' lips made you just snap. "In... inside..."
Fuck it.
Francis' eyes threaten to roll into the back of his skull when you pushed your cock inside him again and you didn't even wait for Francis to take a breath when you began to move. Your thrust more harsher as you put your weight into fucking your cock inside Francis' cunt. Francis lets out moans and cries as he desperately attempts to meet your thrusts, but eventually, Francis just lays there and takes it.
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— doctor!abby anderson 𖦹
a/n; okok i’ve been wanting to write this for so long, so the wait is finally over for u all to read it. please enjoyyy! apologies for the tease. you guys want a pt. 2? lmk
palestine masterlist, daily click, israeli themes in tlou
doctor abby anderson. your doctor abby anderson. she was perfect. the almost doting and loving girlfriend of all time. she was one of the most hardworking, intelligent people you knew, but even sometimes the smartest people needed to go back and test their skills, right?
so here you two are now, sitting and facing eachother, textbooks and papers sprawled across the desk. she had asked you for help not too long ago. it’s not that she needed to study, she just wanted to.
“i just want to practice where all the bones are, if im going to end up in orthopedics, i have to know everything at the top of my head.”
you looked at her and nodded, agreeing to whatever she wanted to do.
“‘kay, i’m just gonna touch where ever the bone is, and try to name it without looking at my textbook. if im wrong, tell me please?”
“i will baby, you got this though— you’re so smart.”
she gives you a gentle smile before she begins, handing you a paper with the answers, and placing a soft touch to your upper arm.
“this is the humerus, and this…”
she drags her fingers down to your lower arm, specifically the right side.
“… is the ulna, and your radius which is on the left side.”
abby picks up her hand, and brings it to your collar bone.
“uh— fuck, i always get this one messed up.”
“it’s okay baby, you got it.”
she takes a deep breath, gives you a kiss, and continues. even when she was stressed out like this, she always knew you were there for her.
“clavicle?”
she was right, she knew she was too. poor girl always second guessed herself. she was so smart.
“yeah abs, you’re right, i don’t know why you second guess yourself— you’re so intelligent.”
she let out a laugh while adjusting her glasses.
“intelligent, huh? you say it like it’s attractive or something.”
you look at her, rolling your eyes, and slowly leaning into her neck. you give it a soft kiss, and trail up to her ear.
“oh i think it’s very attractive baby.”
it’s almost comedic how you can audibly here her gulp. she was shocked for some reason, as if she didn’t know that you found her attractive, or sexy— as if she wasn’t your literal girlfriend.
abby moved one of her hands, the one that was still resting on your clavicle, up to your cheek, rubbing it gently while leaning for a kiss.
and god, she kissed you so slowly, but so desperate. due to her always studying, or being at work, you two rarely have enough time alone. she craved your touch, and you craved hers. you moved to lift the shirt still adorning her body, while her heavy hands moved to do the same to you.
once your shirts were off, she was all over you again, kissing and nipping at your skin, moving down to your chest.
“please let me touch you baby, i’ll make you feel so good.”
you didn’t even think twice before agreeing, nodding and removing your bra. hands moving before she could even think, they graze against your tits, fingers squeezing and grabbing the flesh. it felt so good— too good. it’s been so long since she properly touched you, and now that she is, you can’t help but let out soft moans of her name.
“let’s go lay down princess, let me make you feel good.”
taglist; @satellitespinner @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @ellieslob
#— flowersforvi writes#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#doctor!abby anderson#abby anderson#lesbian#wlw#tlou#abby anderson tlou2
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oh nufffinnnn just thinking bout eren telling reader to “stop running” and to “move her hand”
why? Whyyyy would y’all do this to meeeee? 😫 knees just buckled and everything (and not just because one of them is out of place)
content warning/themes: bsf eren bc im obsessed now, black fem reader (plus size descriptors) missionary, mentions of nudes, back scratching, hair pulling, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, mama) creaming, full nelson
“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”
crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..
“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”
once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.
“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”
attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..
“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”
it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!
“And move that hand, you’re not slick..you’re getting all this dick. Show me you can handle it.”
#cherry’s asks 🍒#aot x black reader#black reader smut#black fem reader#I tried to be normal about this man but I failed#eren x black fem!reader#eren x chubby reader#eren x reader#eren x y/n#aot college au#aot au#black reader#eren smut#black fanfiction#snk anime#snk au#eren jaeger imagines#eren jaeger headcanons#eren jaeger x black reader#eren headcanons#eren yeager#eren jaeger x reader smut#eren jaeger fic#eren aot#eren au#eren jeager x reader#aot eren#cw smut#cw sex mention#cw suggestive
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this is absolutely filthy but corio and reader both have been set the same assignment but corio being corio has already done it whereas reader is running right up to the deadline. as punishment corio creampies reader in the ass and plugs is up and gets reader to continue her assignment like a good girl and every now and then he adds another load or maybe something to make it harder to concentrate like a gag or removing an item of clothing or nipple clamps or a clit clamp, maybe even a pussy plug. shes just aching and squirming and so badly wants to cum and has soaked the seat of the chair (or maybe her panties got stuffed in her pussy so that couldn't happen 🫣) while corio is lazily jerking off out of sight ready to empty into her when he needs and reminding her that if she had done the work when it was set he wouldnt be doing this so really hes helping her by giving her such a harsh punishment. reader eventually finishes despite all the torture but still has to sit there as corio reads her work just to make sure she didnt rush it before making her cum however she wants (and maybe the but plug stays in over night, maybe he takes it out and smears his cum over her pussy and on her tongue, maybe he makes her stand while reading her work so it slowly drips out of her, who knows?) 😁🫣
ANON. ANON. I WELCOME FILTH WITH WIDE OPEN ARMS SO U ALREADY KNOW IM FUCKIN WITH THIS
THIS HAS ME DOING BACKFLIPS ANON THIS IS SO WONDERFULLY FILTHY AND SO HOT
allow me to expand a bit pls pls pls
18+ | nsfw | mdni
he would be SOOO mean at the beginning
like hella degrading
calling you dumb and lazy and pathetic
but god u are just so hot that he cant resist fucking u in the ass and dumping his load inside u and plugging it in
and so he starts this game in which after u complete each section of the assignment u get a new load inside u, slowly filling ur holes
i mean he fucks u EVERYWHERE
fucking ur pussy, ur ass, ur mouth, ur tits
idk where coryo is getting all of this semen from but by the end u are COVERED in his load. trust me
“if you had actually done this assignment when it was due then maybe you wouldnt be getting used like some fucking low-class whore”
OOH OOH and while youre working and u have to ask for help, he would be such a bitch and say things like “everything’s in the book” or “seriously?? how do u not know this??” all the while stroking his cock, watching u work so hard <3
“you should see how fucking hot you look covered in my cum”
maybe he’ll even slap ur face and tits to make it even more impossible to concentrate <3
and at the end coryo checks ur work and he is SO proud of u bc u did such a good job!!!
and now u finally get to cum after hours of torture <3
but of course he still wants to humiliate you so as his final act of humiliation he takes out all the plugs and watches his load slowly drip out of u and onto ur perfect bedroom floor
and now you have to clean up after yourself bc u made such a mess!! :((
thank u anon for this beautiful filth bless u and have a good night
#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow imagine#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#darbyrowe.txt#asks open#ask me anything
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If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?
If ya taking requests rn still?✨😇😊💖
Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs
A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!
btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy 😭😭 but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.
cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,
GENERAL
ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.
he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.
the link costume only appears when he’s in his ghost form. so for example, when he’s messing with someone on their computer he’ll appear as the canon BEN we’re most familiar with. when he’s just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.
contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.
ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.
lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.
ROMANTIC
you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendy’s? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.
“why would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.”
would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. he’s just EXTREMELY touchy.
he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.
after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of y’all showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers aren’t too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.
favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)
not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then he’ll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.
now let’s talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.
he’s probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.
ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.
the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. you’re gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else you’ll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.
a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.
please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.
pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.
big fan of late night make-out sessions. i’m talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each other’s faces with tongues down throats. if you don’t want his hands running over every inch of your body then you’ll probably have to chain him to the wall.
NSFW
okay. so he’s a little inexperienced with his hands. he’s just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!
ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.
i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-i’m-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.
definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but he’s more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. he’s pretty vanilla given his occupation.
despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this man’s mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous being on the planet and he’ll let you know it.
he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.
he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.
he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.
did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.
he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.
#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#celia reqs#creepypasta x reader#ben drowned#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned smut#ben drowned x y/n#ben drowned x you#ben drowned headcanons#ben drowned hcs#creepypasta headcanon
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Reader rides charles
This is something I need right now, girl 😮💨🤌🏼
Smells like sex ❤️
Summary: you always wanted to ride charles and he always gets you what you want
Warnings: nsfw, 18+, praise kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, daddy kink, light choking, biting, breeding kink
The whole room was smelling like sex. Loud whimpers from charles’ mouth filled the room perfectly. You couldn’t help but let your head fall back, closing your eyes shut as you kept on jumping on his dick. You always wanted to ride charles but you were just too shy to admit it and when you did, it turned out like this.
And you were loving it. Every little touch made you go crazy.
“Look at me babygirl” he said, breathing heavily as he guided your hips up and down his dick so then you dont mess up the rhythm. You bit on your lip and looked down at him. Your whole body was sweating. So was charles’. “Thats my good girl” he said, smirking at you. You whined out when you felt charles hit you in the perfect spot.
The spot that made your whole body shake. The spot that made you cum uncontrollably.
Your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled to the back. “Are you gonna cum babygirl?” He asked breathlessly as he bit on his lower lip and furrowed his brows. You just nodded your head and closed your eyes shut. The look on charles’ face was enough to make you cum. “Aweh babygirl. Cum for me, be a good little girl” he said as he guided your hips in a fast pace. “Ohh fuck fuck daddy!” You screamed out as a tear rolled down your cheek. You let out a loud moan as you came.
Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you rested your hands on his abs, supporting you from melting in his touch. Your chest heaved up and down as you took long breaths. Trying to come down from your high. It was so euphoric, you probably forgot your own name.
“You’re such a good girl for me” he said, as he brushed your hair that sticked to your face because of the sweat. Your cheeks were red when you heard charles praise you like that. He then grabbed you by your jaw and pulled you close to him, his dick still inside of you. Filling you full. “Now be a good little girl again and ride me till i cum. Daddy needs to cum too right babygirl?” He asked, smirking at you devilishly.
You whined at his words. You were already so tired, your legs were literally numb. You couldn’t ride him anymore. You frowned and pouted your lips but that little act made charles grab your jaw harder. “Answer me babygirl. You’re not a selfish little baby. You know that daddy needs to cum too right?” He asked, softly. You then nodded your head and slowly started to ride him.
Charles then grabbed your ass tightly and bucked his hips upward, fucking you. You let out a scream when you felt your another orgasm coming already. You hid your face in his neck. Charles’ hand wrapped around the back of your neck as the other one still held you firmly. “F-fuck nghh!” You screamed out as you let out mumbled moans in his ear.
His groans in your ear was telling you that he’s gonna cum soon. “D-daddy please, i-im gonna cum a-again” you said as you bit on his neck, trying to tame your screams. He let out a loud groan when you bit on his neck. You knew that your bite mark will stay for a good 5-6 days. His breathing got heavier as his thrusts became sloppy. You whined when you felt his cum fill you up so good. He then pulled out and saw your pussy dripping his cum on his waist.
“God, your pussy looks so beautiful when my cum is dripping from it” he said as he smirked at you.
A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️
#f1#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 x female reader#f1 smut#f1 imagine#f1 x y/n#formula one#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 2023#formula one x you#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one fanfiction#forza ferrari#ferrari#scuderia ferrari#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc 16#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc smut#cl16 one shot#cl16 x y/n#cl16 x you#cl16 x reader#cl16 imagine#fanfic#smut
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kinktober 2023 -> day 17
dirty talk - miya atsumu x reader
word count: 583
kinktober masterlist
Everyone in Atsumu’s life knew he had a big mouth. He was the guy who didn’t know when to shut up. And it annoyed the crap out of everyone. His friends, his teammates, his twin brother. However, you had never once complained about it.
When you first said you didn’t really mind Atsumu’s lack of filter, everyone was rightfully shocked. Osamu had questioned you on multiple occasions about it (“how do you fight the urge to just deck him across the face?”) and Suna had straight up declared you a psycho (he was being dramatic, of course). You had a feeling that if they knew exactly why you loved Atsumu running his mouth, they would never look at you the same.
You looked on at your boyfriend right now, eyes shining with adoration and pure lust as you watched him fall apart at the feeling of your pussy clinging to his cock in a death grip.
“H-ha~” Atsumu’s moan was high and broken, his hair disheveled and matted to his forehead by sweat, red flush covering his cheeks, his neck, all the way down to his bare chest. His arms flexed when he gripped your thighs hard, pushing them further up to rest on either sides of your torso, bending you in half. You sighed when it made his dick hit deeper in you, and Atsumu cursed.
“B-baby, fuck.” His voice sounded so wrecked, you were sure you could cum just from that. “Pumped ya full of loads of cum and yer still tight as hell. God, yer so perfect. Pussy made just fer me, yeah?”
You moaned at the words and nodded furiously, the slow slide of his cock growing torturous. He was throbbing inside you, balls tight and ready for him to cum again. Your pelvis was covered in your own juices and his cum, your legs wobbling and shaking in his hold. Your core was tingling with overstimulation, but you wanted more, more, more.
“Tsumu.” you gasped, trying to convey to him what you needed. Your tear filled eyes saw his own face stretch with a wide smirk.
“Whatcha want? Another load? Ya want more cum?” His voice dropped low, eyes like molten earth, burning into you. He leaned over you, resting his weight on you, before he pulled back to slam his hips down hard against you. You yelped when he hit your sweet spot.
“You greedy slut. How much more ya want? Yer spillin all over the place. Can’t even hold this much cum in ya. But ya still want it. Fine, then. Princess gets what princess wants.”
And there was his mouth, running and running, words getting filthier and filthier, slurring together as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were getting more and more sloppy, quicker, desperate. You could feel, for the thousandth time, the knot in your lower stomach tightening. You were so close.
“Make a mess on me, baby. C’mon. Need ta feel ya gush all over me. I know you have it in ya. I know what this sweet pussy can give me. Ya want my cum? Gimme yer cum first, sweetheart. C’mon. Milk my cock-”
And you toppled over the edge, feeling more and more wetness coat your thighs and his hips, babbling nonsensical words while Atsumu talked about how good you looked and how fucking amazing it feels and oh god, he was gonna cum too….
Miya Atsumu’s big mouth came in handy sometimes. The people in his life just didn’t know that.
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night! uh, can u do sum for me like, it would be very very cool from you. can you do like jason x apollo reader that she’s like a ray of sunshine with absolutely anyone and he’s like so in love but she doesn’t know until he wins capture the flag/war games (it depends on wich camp they’ll be) and he’s like “this win is for y/n” and she’s like “oh my father does he like me back?” pls pls??
oh and thank you thank you thank you for writing so well and about jason (he’s so perfect but so underrated i’m crying.) thanks again, i luv ur writing!
⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x daughter of apollo! reader hcs
content: jason grace x daughter of apollo! reader hcs
warning: none that i can think of????
author's note: this is for the THREE people that all asked for jason grace x daughter of apollo. it was really scary yall like coordinated that shit bc they all came in at the same time- also...why does apollo reader ALWAYS kick my ass like this was such a bitch to write and like...why???? stupid fucking god of poetry, suck a dick bro fr let me write in peace. im already dyslexic, what more could you want from me??
jason grace had got the hots for the sun's daughter
he couldn't help it
she was just so sweet from the moment he'd met her
he'd been helping leo with something in bunker nine
one second he was holding up sheet metal, the next it was crashing down against his already sensitive nogin
leo rapidly took the son of jupiter to the infirmary, where jason met you
"oh, jeez. another head condition, mr. grace?? giving that brain a run for it's money," you mused with a beaming smile and a soft wink
and jason was a goner
you weren't even a healer, you just liked to make the patients feel better with jokes or legit just your bubbly personality
from that moment on, jason used every excuse to be near you as much as he could
and everyone could tell what was going on with the golden boy
except, naturally, you
which frustrated jason to no end
"do you wanna come hang out in my cabin?" he offered, fighting off his blush mentally
"we always hang out in your cabin, silly," you replied with a winkle of your nose before linking your arm with jason and dragging him off, leaving him to sigh behind your back
"i- i like that shirt on you, y/n. looks really, really good," he tried again in the middle of archery practice, completely missing a shot to tell you that.
"thanks!! it's kayla's but she let me borrow it for today," you hummed, shooting a perfect bullseye shot without any effort, beaming a smile at the boy, who deflated at your lack of flirty response.
then, jason got a brilliant idea when he was talking to percy about capture the flag
he was gonna win, hopefully single handedly, and then do some grand romantic gesture and ask you on a date
should be easy for a child of the big three
except for the fact that his group was against the nike cabin, who were foaming at the mouth for a win
he prayed the gods, more specifically aphrodite, were on his side
the day finally came and jason was completely in the zone, never wanting to win something more in his entire life
well, maybe your heart but still
from the moment the conch shell blew, he was a man on a mission
people began parting out of his way, not wanting to get caught up in that mess
which made it easier to find the flag, some of the demeter kids even pointing him in the right direction
once he found it, he just dropped his sword and sprinted it over the river
bro was fast as lightening
and i think some people were kung fu fighting???
(that made me gag, i apologize-)
(could i delete it?? yes. but if i have to suffer the cringe, so do you.)
ANYWAYS, MOVING ON
jason and his team were dubbed the winners, the flag changing to match cabin one and laurels were placed on his head
bro was pracing around like a show pony, searching the crowd for you
"way to go, jason! congrats, but we're so getting you next time!" you giggled, beaming up at the blonde boy, who couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from you
"well, as far as prizes go, id say these laurels are pretty crappy," jason hummed, removing the crown of golden leaves from his head and inspecting it.
just like he practice in the mirror every morning leading up to this day, same with his words.
this is scripted and being spontaneous wasn't exactly the son of jupiter's strong suit
especially not around pretty girls
"do you guys getting better prizes at new rome or-?" you questioned and you would have said more but then jason gently placed the laurels on your head, smiling as you looked up at them in confusion.
"there, that's a much better prize," he smiled, which only widened as you blushed, ducking your head and causing the laurels to slip slightly
"that's- that's very sweet, jason," you muttered, rocking on your heels as you looked away from him.
the boy you were completely enamored with was telling you he thought you were a prize when you were certain he didn't even like you
like bro wtf???
"well, a sweet girl like you deserves very sweet," he added, enjoying the blush that was settling over your cheeks, "you wanna, maybe, go on a picnic with me?"
"YES- er, yeah, uh, that sounds great. totally, yes, im down," you reply, trying to desperately recover from your far to eager response.
"sounds like a date," jason mused, his smile unstoppable around the sunshine girl.
"more war spoils for the victor?" you teased, pushing the laurels pointly up on your head.
"if you were my war spoils, i'd never lose another fight."
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#pjo#hoo#heroes of olympus x reader#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#all my love ౨ৎ
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ONCE A MONTH
gn!reader x neuvillette (18+) | not proof read
summary : When the hydro dragon’s in heat and need to lay his seed..what better option than you?
warnings : breeding kink, mentions of “heat” (THIS IS NOT a/o/b.) slight!sub Neuvillette, oral (m receiving), virgin!neuvillette, loss of virginity
“Are you positive that you want to do this?”
“Yes..of course.” You look down at the contract nervously. You felt your mouth run dry, looking over the words you glanced at three times before, and your signature at the bottom. It wasn’t normal for this thing to happen- not in Fontaine. You guessed it was different with Neuvillette, since he’s the Hydro dragon. It was only right that he had something like that going on with himself. You hand him back the paper before smiling softly. His expression was hard to read but you saw his small grip on the paper as he filed it. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before.” Neuvillette’s cheeks were a small shade of red. “Is that alright as well? It’s not stated on the paper-“
“It’s..alright sir.” you smile. “As long as a get to help.”
“I’ll see you in a week, then.”
“Yes, of course.”
Never in a million years did you expect to sign your freedom away to be the fuck toy of Neuvillette himself once a month. After all, it is an opportunity of a lifetime.
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“Is it too big to fit?” you stared at Neuvillette’s naked frame. His broad shoulders, neck coated in sweat as his hair flowed down his back, the hydro symbol on his lower stomach.He panted heavily, lips parted as he stared at how much you leaked from your hole..perfect little hole he couldn’t wait to destroy. thoughts clouded his mind, his eyes covered in a slight gray haze as he clenched his hands, obviously holding back from taking you right there.
Your mouth hung open as well, the length that hung between his legs bother heavy and leaking. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn you first..” he goes to apologize, shaking hands reaching out towards you. “Perhaps we should have prepped more-“ he rushes out, “No- no Neuvillette it’s okay!” You sit up from the silk sheets and motion him forward. He’s in front of you in an instant. Your hands crept up his thighs, beginning to kiss the girth on his lengthy cock. He moans softly, throwing his head back. You felt your ears warm..here you are, sucking the cock of the chief justice of Fontaine, and being the very first to do so. “You’re..perfect as always.” Your tongue dances around the skin, moaning softly as you felt his nervous hand place up top your head.
“You feel- good. Better than pillows…” The groan that left his lips went straight down to your sex, throbbing for him, waiting for him….it belonged to him now after all. “Ah~ yes..y-yes right there please..” He was a mess. His red face warned you of what was to come- why you were here in the first place. Taking care of Neuvillette’s heat. It was unheard of, but he was different in some way after all, he needed to lay his little dragon seed..who would say no to that? You stroked the rest of his cock your mouth couldn’t reach. Neuvillette was a mess. “oh..oh god-!” He whined, hips instinctively moving to thrust into your mouth. You look up at him, hands in your lap while he fucked your throat to reach his orgasm. “I..I can’t hold it in..I-“ He chokes out a moan, holding your head on his angry cock while coating your mouth.
Every drop tasted like heaven. Neuvi looks down at you, face flushed as he let go of your hair, panicking. “Y/N- Im very sorry I don’t know what took over me.” He wipes off the corner of your mouth. Shaking your head you stand, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re perfectly fine..” your thigh brushes up against his cock, still hard. “And we aren’t done.”
Neuvillette slept comfortably, you could tell. The bed sank slightly along with your body while stood there, mouth agape at the sight of your wet sex open for him. Your head laid on one of his pillows, ass in the air. His hand hesitantly touched your soft skin, his thumb pulling at one of your cheeks to expose your hole just a bit more… “May I?” Neuvi asks. You hum softly in response.
“I..I cannot hold it in anymore.” Neuvillette’s voice grows heavier, feeling his thick cock against your thigh. “I want to fill you with my seed, and although I cannot reproduce with your species, I would’ve loved to see your stomach full and round with it.” He presses up against your hole, groaning as he slowly started to enter you. Inch by inch causing you to moan aloud, hole tightening around him. “Thank you, for taking me.”
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CRAFTED BY GOD .ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ ᵍᵒʲᵒ
(.｡*☆) --synopsis god complex! gojo just loves using his hands on you...
(.｡*☆) --warning fem reader! god complex gojo, nsfw, fingering, praise, over stim, oral (fem receiving)
(.｡*☆) --author notes im not really into JJk rn but i couldn't get this out of my head 🤔-- NOT PROOF READ
(.｡*☆) -- HC gojo has scars on his hands!1!11! and i feel like he's lowkey insecure abt it??/? but when he sees his fingers disappear into your cunt-- he goes fucking feral 🤭🤭
--(IT’S ALMOST AS IF GOJO'S HANDS ARE CRAFTED BY GOD HIMSELF. Long slender fingers that hit all the right places, palms soft to the touch, perfect in any sense, even if they are decorated in scars. Gojo’s hands have always been your favorite, regardless of the marks that he hates so much. Yet, he always seemed to love his hands as he watched his fingers disappear into your cunt. Call him a hypocrite, but he loves them when he’s able to push you to no return as only his name leaves your lips in broken moans.
It almost hurts how bad you’ve been overstimulated. Your body, completely shaking from your 3rd orgasm, covered in sweat and your own fluids as your senses were still being stimulated. Broken whimpers and moans spilled from your lips from the extreme pleasure, so much so that you could barely even comprehend what was going on. Although the familiar feeling of being stretched out and pleased was the only thing that you could, in fact, comprehend.
And you love it.
Gojo's fingers slid in and out of your sopping cunt with ease. The tips of his fingertips, hitting all the right places and angles as they curl inside your tight walls. It felt like a blessing from god, in a way, he is your god. It was a blessing how well his slender fingers fit your insides so well and how his other fingers played with your sensitive bud of nerves. You were broken from the pleasurable night, your skin felt like it was on fire with every thrust of his finger, by now you could barely keep your eyes open with the tiredness setting in. But he wouldn’t give you a break…
It was tiring, finishing on his fingers over and over, as he sat back and watched in enjoyment with a lazy smile on his face. His piercing blue eyes are half-lidded with lust and entertainment, his eyes tracking his fingers every time they pistoned in and out of your cunt. The pleasure you felt was overwhelming, yet you wanted—needed more of what he was giving you. You, a sobbing, pathetic mess while he remains unscathed. All he longed for at the moment was to continue gazing at you.
“Hmm, you look so cute stuffed with my fingers.” He praised evidently as your moans were muffled by your palm to contain them. Gojo watched in amusement as you persisted in being silent, however, failed continuously for whining was all you could do. “You look tired, do you want to continue?” He asked while slowing down his movements till he heard an answer. His voice was sincere and quiet, filled with concern in wanting to know if you wanted to resume the night.
Like the person you were, always aching to be with him, all you could do was squirm pitifully and nod persistently, wanting to partake in what was to come.
“Are you sure?” For even after everyone that isn’t close with him knows him to be, he was a different person from you. Deep down inside, he had a heart made of golden honey, and you wanted to relish it. His icy-blue eyes bored into you, making you shiver at how they drilled holes into your soul. You looked at him with lust-filled eyes, desperately wanting everything he had to offer, even the twisted parts that he buried down below the layers of walls he’s built up.
He took your look as a sign of approval and dove his calloused fingers back into your dripping heat. His fingers stretched you out perfectly as a handful of mewls spilled from your lips. You could only squirm under his touch as his finger curled inside your gummy walls that made your back arch. Your moans bounce off the walls of the room as the tight knot arises in your stomach, clenching around your lover’s fingers. Gojo could only look down with a smirk as he gazed over your pathetic body. You were close, but he was far from done with you.
After all, you best obey, he is your god after all.
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Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Three)
Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)
Chapter Masterlist 🕷️
Content: Miguel is rutting, Reader is in heat, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Rough & Gentle PinV sex, Oral sex.
Word count: 5338
Notes: IM BACCCKKK!! Daddy's come back with milk and oh god we all know what kind of milk I mean, ENJOY! Threesome chapter will be next, along with a non-threesome version, thanks to the last poll we did. Both can be interpreted as canon, it's whatever you want.
Mig was right. It was a long week.
While you could go for maybe an hour or more without feeling the urge, when it hit you were almost incapacitated by a need for each other.
Most of the time Mig approached you in a soft, docile, almost submissive manner. He’d get on his belly and rustle his abdomen, affectionately laying his head on your thighs, or he’d grind his pulsating cock between those same thighs while whispering and purring against your neck.
He’d kiss your head as he moved slowly inside you, petting your chest and hips while he praised how good you were. His good arañita, his small, perfect arañita, sweet and warm. He’d tell you not to worry, to just relax, that he’d take care of you.
But every so often, something seemed to stir up the absolute animal in him.
He became obsessive, possessive, fixated on that primal itch at the back of his mind to be successful in his mating. He’d pin you down hard and mount you from behind, digging his claws in deep while his cock probed deep, thrusting inside you like he wanted to physically push into your womb itself.
And god, the things he said.
The growling, the hissing, demanding to father your offspring, ordering you to get pregnant, ordering you to take it. You indulged him too much in this state. It created the fiercest pleasure in you, the most potent, soul-shaking orgasms, to let him fuck you like a beast until you were shaking and weak.
He’d always calm down after ejaculating, and every time he showed you the same level of aftercare. He’d cradle you close and keep you warm, licking venom across the places you were sore, shifting between constant praise and kisses. Still, the animal just kept coming back.
When you simply couldn’t handle being penetrated anymore, the only option left was to try oral or mutual masturbation, but that proved a little difficult with how different your bodies were.
At first Mig got desperate, and resorted to webbing your body upside down on the wall so you could pleasure each other with your mouths at the same time. He’d ravenously suck on your clit while you struggled to get your mouth around the tip of his bulbous cock, feeding each other’s delusional lust with soft, muffled moans and lapping tongues.
When he’d cum you swallowed as much as you could of the thick, strangely sweet stuff, but inevitably about half of it ended up coating your jaw and neck, and the sight of that just set him off all over again.
But then you started getting lightheaded. You were forced to resort to lying in bed instead, where you’d suck him off until he came and then let him taste you until you shuddered into your own orgasm, going back and forth in this dizzying tasting session until he inevitably broke and just fucked you again.
It was a mess. A wet, literal mess, a cycle of mating and sleeping with little in between, but between sessions you did get a few moments of lucidity to enjoy his company too. It was gratifying to lie on the clean side of the bed in his arms, talking about nothing while he groomed your hair. Whether he was being unintentionally funny or having a real discussion, he was always interesting to talk to, and when you had nothing to talk about you still felt wanted.
He'd wake you up with food whenever he had a moment of control. He always wanted to hear that you liked it, and when you said it was great, he’d bristle with pride.
Even in this strange, dizzying state, you were continuing to fall hard for Mig. You were becoming docile, domestic almost. His home felt like your home now, and more importantly, he felt like home. The sex was fun, yes, but it was also a reminder of how normal his body was, how much you trusted him with your own body.
You lost track of time in that warm, sweet den, indulging in each other like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Part of you wanted to just stay like this in perpetuity, but the world wouldn’t slow down for you, and soon other needs would catch up with the both of you.
….
About five days into the second heat, you woke to find yourself alone in bed. You were splayed out on your deflated mattress, utterly drowning in silk blankets and stuffed pillows, but the usual warm fluff you now associated with bedtime was gone.
Mig wasn’t here.
You arched your back and rubbed your face as you came to your senses. Thank God, you weren’t burning up right now.
In that brief respite you had time to think.
You needed to go to the medical bay. You needed more back up. Your patch was due to run out soon and you weren’t even sure it could withstand what you’d done, not to mention the strain on your body was very real and very taxing. Anything to ease the soreness, or perhaps to bring back the proper function of your limbs, would be greatly appreciated.
You just had to get past Mig.
The work you’d made on his possessive nature had been a little set back after the pollen incident. Whether it was his hormones or his lingering anger at Miguel, the poor man couldn’t let you out of his sight.
When you went to get food, or even just to clean yourself, he insisted on being at your side through it all. He was still compelled to scent mark you, and sometimes in his sleep he’d pin you down and growl as he pulled you close.
He was relapsing hard, despite his best efforts. That was partially why it was so strange that he wasn’t here right now. With a yawn and a stretch, you decided to go find him.
You staggered about the den with a silk blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
You noticed, as you moved from room to room, that a cold breeze kept blowing the blanket up around your feet. That could only mean one thing: the front door was open. You followed the great earthy tunnels up to the surface, emerging into a pale pink dawn, and there you found him.
That beautiful beast was stationed at the nests entrance like a gargoyle. In the morning mist and glistening dew he looked like an honest to god sculpture, chiselled and glowing in the pastel light. You bit your lip at the sight as you sidled up to his side.
‘Mig? Babe?’
He turned and purred at the sight of you. The way his face changed made you melt a little inside; it was all involuntary, the way his eyes widened and his lips automatically curled into a smile. ‘Mi arañita, what are you doing up?’ he asked.
‘I could ask the same of you, dummy. I was worried about you.’
He let you slouch down against his abdomen, his spider legs stretching to tuck you in at his side. He clung to you tight.
‘I just wanted to give you some space, and—well, I think the hormones are giving me ah… guarding reflexes’ he said. ‘I have a drive to just, protect the nest. I’m not sure from what, I just- I know I should. I know I have to guard you.’
‘Guarding your little treasure hoard, huh?’ you teased.
‘Mm. Mi tesoro. My priceless little thing’ he said softly. You nuzzled his side.
‘Well, you’re not gonna like this next bit then.’
‘This—next, what? What bit?’
You sighed. ‘Mig, I think I should I go to the medical bay. At the HQ. Just quickly! I need to get more birth control patches, and I think it might be worth seeing if they recommend anything else I can… Ah, it sound so, crass, but, I can only put off wanting you inside me for so long, and I could use something to ease the uh… aching.’
‘Oh. Oh, I see. Is it, still bad?’
You couldn’t help but smile. ‘My darling Mig, how do I say this… You are, REALLY, really well endowed, and you are inside me almost half the day. Yes, it’s quite bad.’
You saw his brows go up in distress. ‘Mi arañita… I’m, so sorry—’
‘Don’t be sorry, Mig. It’s not your fault that I want you’ you said, trying to play it off with another laugh to ease his worry. ‘We’re about 50/50 on the whole, begging the other for sex, so I take full responsibility for my own soreness.’
‘Well, are you sure you need to go to the medical bay? I can still use my venom if you’re in pain. You said it helped.’
‘Yeah. Yeah I mean, it does, a bit, but- I also know too much of it will paralyze me’ you retorted. ‘I saw that with Miguel.’
‘I can control it’ he insisted back. ‘I can control whether I release it or not, I’d never paralyze you on purpose.’
‘Of course not, I’m not saying that. I just—I trust you, Mig, and I wouldn’t blame you for slipping up, but good will and the best intentions don’t stop mistakes, and it’s mistakes I’m worried about. Plus, the venom won’t keep babies at bay, will it?’
You rolled your eyes at his instinctive little butt wiggle, the way his abdomen vibrated to betray how excited just a mention of such a thing made him. His primal brain was still so hooked on that thought, that deep rooted fetish, that desire to breed you. He coughed to cover what was already painfully obvious.
‘It—it, will not. I feel like, I am sadly the opposite of birth control.’
For a moment you were still. Then you snorted, and you giggled, and that giggle spiralled into laughter. He just smiled back with that same patient expression.
‘Oh my god, Mig. Ah. Oh—okay look, what I was saying is, I just need to visit the bay for a bit, then I will come straight back, and you can have me all to yourself.’
As you posited your idea to him, he took a moment to mull it over. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth as his eyes wandered over the misty horizon.
‘Mm. Very well. But I will go with you’ Mig grunted.
‘What? Oh, you don’t need to do that, Mig, I—’
‘I’m going with you.’
You squeaked as his leg suddenly drew you closer. Glancing through his thick fur, you noticed that his eyes had narrowed. ‘Uh… Mig? You okay?’ you asked. His eyes narrowed further.
‘I don’t know who else in that place might—smell you’ he said. His voice was now low, monotone, dangerous.
‘You—you let me go before’ you said. His leg wound tighter, gripping you like a snake coiled around its prey.
‘Yes, because I physically couldn’t follow you in. And you got grabbed by… him’ he hissed. ‘I won’t let that happen again.’
‘Mig…’ You sighed and gently pet his flank, noting the disgruntled way that his legs were tapping.
‘I… I will not, get in the way, but I am asking, just—to please, let me accompany you’ he pleaded.
God, it was hard to say no to that face. Those big red eyes, those full lips pouting slightly as he silently begged for your favour. It didn’t help you were so unbearably horny for him. Part of you wanted to give him whatever he wanted, if it just meant he’d bend you over again, and give you a little taste of that perfect monster shaft.
Your thoughts must have shown in your face as his sadness shifted slightly into curiosity. You saw his eyes darting over your body’s contours beneath the silk blanket and quickly shoved him with your hand.
‘My god—okay! You can, accompany me. You are a member now I guess, it’s only fair. I only made you stay last time because you said you couldn’t enter the HQ, so… sure. Come.’
His body began to vibrate against your back as he purred with joy.
‘Wonderful. Mil gracias, arañita. I promise I will keep you safe.’
…
In sharp contrast to the comfort of your little isolated den, it was unbearably awkward to make your way through the HQ with Mig.
It’d been awkward the first time you’d gone to the medical bay, when nobody had known your reason for coming nor your relationship to the giant spider, but now? Now the eyes on you were ravenous and aware.
Mig’s body language was so overt even a fool could pick it up. He was hovering around your back with his fur bristled and sharp, his eyes fixated on anyone who drifted too close.
And you, with your body dotted with hickies and bite marks, with your legs still shaky and your hip bones bruised, it was painfully obvious. Luckily for you most people chose to keep their snide smiles to themselves. They found it weird, yes, but they found him too scary to question at this point.
You walked together to the medical bay without any major incidents, though one thought began to nag you as you delved deeper. Last time you’d been here you’d felt Miguel watching you, and now, nothing.
You’d heard nothing about Miguel’s whereabouts since the calls from Peter and Jess five days ago, so you were unsure if he’d returned or not. Your senses told you he hadn’t.
You felt a little pang in your gut as you walked into the medical bay. You had a lot of distaste for the man, but you still hoped he was okay. You didn’t want him to have done anything stupid.
As you got into line you felt Mig bristling, and in your heart, you knew he felt the same.
‘Where do you think he is?’ you whispered up to Mig. He let out a low growl at the reminder of his foe and his unusual disappearance, which also let you know that you were right, and he had been thinking of him too.
‘I don’t know’ he whispered back. ‘And frankly, I don’t care.’
‘I mean, you do. You do care where he is’ you said. ‘You’re worried he might be around, you’re worried he’ll approach me again, I know that for sure.’
‘I care about his proximity to me, and his proximity to you’ Mig grumbled. ‘Outside of that, at this point, he can choke.’
You pursed your lips. ‘Do—Do you really want him, dead?’ you whispered.
Mig narrowed his eyes further. It took him a moment to reply. ‘I… I don’t know.’
‘Mig, I get it. Obviously I don’t like him, but—I just don’t want him to be hurt. Like, hurt hurt. He’s a massive prick but—I mean he’s a person’ you said. It was clear from your tone even you weren’t sure of what you were saying. ‘I’d like to know he’s around, just, away from me. You know?’
You saw the momentary conflict in Mig’s eyes as he rolled his tongue. ‘Mm… I know. I know. I just—I don’t, want to talk about it, please’ Mig insisted. You nodded and gave his flank an affectionate pat.
You sidled up to the desk and put in your usual request to a slightly disgruntled looking receptionist. They requested Mig stay outside but he abjectly, if politely, refused, and not wanting to question the giant spider he was allowed to accompany you through the motions.
It was so much worse.
It was so, so much worse, to stand on the scanner and have Lyla look at the amount of semen inside you while its donor was glowering at you from across the room like a jealous dragon. It was so much worse to be asked, ‘how active are you?’ when Mig was there, a perfect example of who you’d been active with, as you said ‘up to ten times a day’.
It was so much worse that, when asked further questions about anatomical issues, Mig was there to answer in his usual blunt fashion. His casual description of his phallus size, detailing nonchalantly that, yes, he did slather your nether regions with venom to make it less painful. You could see Lyla eating up every word he said.
It at least invoked a kind of sympathy in the horrified nurse, as she willingly signed over whatever you wanted. Pain medication both topical and oral, stronger birth control, and anti-venom shots in case he injected too much.
As you made your way out you could only cope by laughing about it with him.
‘You are—a nightmare, Miguel O’Hara, I swear to god.’ As you spoke you let out a dramatic sigh that turned into stuttered laughter, all while Mig watched with endeared bur confused eyes.
‘Did—Did I do something wrong again?’ he whispered. You could feel him leaning in at your back, begging for affirmation, and despite being exasperated to the point of exhaustion you gave it. You held his little foreleg as you walked into the waiting room.
‘You are so… honest’ you laughed. ‘Just, SO honest.’
‘Is that not a positive trait?’ he asked.
‘Oh, it is. It is. I love that about you, but I also hate it.’ As you spoke you turned to cup his hips in your hands, holding him tenderly. ‘But, I’m willing to put up with it, which I suppose is a good sign, right?’
Mig blinked at you, his eyes wide. ‘Good, because… It means, I am worth the effort?’
‘Very much so’ you whispered. His abdomen rustled furiously even as his face remained calm. ‘Mm… Mm. Good. I am- glad. You are, worth, a lot to me’ he replied in that sweet, shy, stilted manner. You just chuckled.
‘You have such a way with words. Anything else you wanna say?’ you asked, your head tilted. Mig froze.
He knew what you meant. You’d both been teetering on the edge of saying it for a while: the big ‘L’, the biggest thing he could ever say. The moment where he admitted he loved you. He’d blurted it in front of his counterpart before, but to say it to your face? That was terrifying.
He hadn’t said he loved someone since Dana, and this was so much more. He wanted to keep you, to hold you, to see you every morning, but something in him just couldn’t say it. He was still terrified of something going wrong, of repeating his mistakes, and saying that word felt like moving too close to the sun.
And you, you weren’t much better. You were terrified of saying it and of him not returning the sentiment. It felt selfish, in a way, but you just kept waiting for him to say it first.
‘I… You, are mi tesoro’ Mig said softly. His hand cupped your cheek. ‘You are dear, to me. And I hope that I can keep waking up beside you.’
Your heart tripled over beneath his gaze. It wasn’t quite what you wanted, but it was enough for now. ‘I hope so too’ you whispered, and with one last squeeze you let him go.
You stepped into the reception room to find it almost entirely deserted, spare for one or two people milling about in chairs. You were grateful for the privacy as the reception called you over and handed to you those thick bags filled with pain relief and birth control.
‘We’re just waiting for one more thing, is that okay?’ the reception asked. You nodded.
‘Ah, sure, we can um—we can wait’ you said, but as you hurried back to Mig’s side you didn’t look as sure as you’d sounded.
‘Shiiittt. I don’t know how long we have before it—you know’ you whispered up at him.
‘The violent passion of the heat overtakes us both and we begin copulating on the floor of this public establishment?’ Mig replied. You grit your teeth.
‘Yes. Yes, that exactly’ you hissed back.
‘Ah… too blunt, right?’
‘Yes. Very blunt.’
‘But just between us, that is okay, right?’
‘We’re in a hospital waiting room!’
It was halfway through your whispered shouting match that you heard the reception call.
‘Anti-venom?’
Ah. That was the last bit you needed, you thought. What a weirdly quick turnaround, especially when she’d just asked you to wait. You turned and blindly reached to grab the bag from the receptionist, only to lock hands with someone else. You baulked and spun.
There was a man beside you, roughly your age and height, and he was reaching for the same bag of anti-venom.
‘You—can I help you?’ you stammered. The man frowned.
‘I—’
‘Oh, sorry, you both have—sorry that’s my mistake’ the receptionist said, interrupting you both as she yanked the bag back. ‘I have prescriptions for you both.’
You remained locked onto the other man as the receptionist rushed back to speak to the counter. He looked horrified, but of what? Your eyes narrowed. Why would anyone else here need anti-venom?
‘Sorry about that. You both ordered the same, thing, ah—Okay, here.’
The reception put both bags down and pushed them towards the two of you, but you didn’t even notice. You were unblinkingly focused on the other man’s face. His mouth opened and closed a few times.
‘Ah… Thank you. Sorry. I will… go, now’ he blurted, and before you could speak he’d grabbed the bag and hurried for the door. You grabbed your own and followed in hot pursuit.
‘Arañita?’
Mig crawled after you in haste. His sudden emergence into the main lobby caused a few startled screams, but you refused to turn. You were following that man with absolute dedication.
‘Arañita—what is it? What’s wrong?’ he hissed as he caught up with your stride.
‘HIM’ you hissed back, your eyes fixed on the man speed walking away. ‘I need to talk to him!’
Mig blinked. Without even questioning your motive he bowed to your needs, and with the power of his giant spider legs he gave you a little push across the slippery floor so you could close the gap between you and the stranger.
You skidded up and grasped him by the shoulder. ‘Hey! Hey, you—’
‘SHIT!’
The man jumped when you touched him, causing you to quickly retract your hand. ‘Sorry! Sorry, I just—’
‘Oh, I thought—I was having a heart attack, my, god’ the man panted. You watched him clutch his chest and heave, awkwardly and impatiently waiting to speak. ‘How did I not hear you? My senses are… awful, man—’
‘Look, I—’
‘You, you’re the one dating Miguel’s variant, right? The big spider?’
You were surprised when the man addressed you first. His eyes were on his suit as he brushed it down, but every so often he’d cast you a glance. He thankfully didn’t look angry.
‘I am’ you blurted, ‘yes, I’m—with, Mig. Spider Mig. Spider, Miguel. I’m sorry, again.’
He nodded. ‘Right. Yeah. Hence the uh- the, anti-venom. Right?’
‘Yeessss’ you said, clearly if wordlessly putting emphasis on the fact that he, also, had anti-venom in his hand. He noted where your eyes were drifting and accidentally looked down himself, glancing to the bag in his hand, which he immediately then tried to hide behind his back.
‘So, you uh… Other, Miguel, I’m assuming?’ you asked slowly.
The poor man was almost squirming on the spot.
‘You’re not a, spider, right? Like a regular one?’ you inquired when he failed to reply, noting his unusual suit and lack of mask. He sighed dramatically and leaned in close.
‘I—shit, I—look, I’m a physiotherapist, I work for the HQ’ the man hissed. ‘I’m—friends, with Miguel.’
‘Friends?’
‘Yes! Don’t look at me like that. I mean that, genuinely. We are friends. He—has a lot of, physical issues due to his biology, the mutations, and he pushes himself physically so much harder than anyone else, so he needs a lot of help.’
‘Right’ you said, slowly nodding along. After a moments silence spent staring at each other, teetering on the edge of the truth, the man sighed again.
‘I— Fuck, okay. We are, friends, and—Very, rarely, we engage in—we, do—’
‘He gets you to have sex with him, right? Because of the rut?’ you asserted.
The man recoiled in surprise and horror. ‘We—No! He doesn’t get me to—I mean we fucked like, one time, a really long time ago, but that—I really didn’t want to be interrogated today, you know.’
‘Oh, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t—I wasn’t trying to interrogate, I was, curious? I guess? Or—’ You paused to breath as all your worries spilled from your mouth.
‘No, okay, for context, Miguel’s been gone for a few days and I said I’d keep an eye out but, more than that there’s a lot of complicated stuff going on, I think we were the last people to see him before he vanished, so—I’m not asking to shame you or, out of the blue, he—there’s a lot of stuff with him implying to Mig and to me that he wasn’t allowed to have relationships like this but then doing it anyway in secret so I’m just—’
‘Oh, ohhh okay.’
To your surprise the man interrupted your spiel was a soft ‘oh’ face of recognition. ‘I gotcha. Of course, you know him too, you’re dating his variant. But surely then, come on, you know about all his weird hypocrisies by now, right?’
‘His, what?’ you asked. The man snorted with laughter.
‘What you just said, about his weird hang ups. God the man spends twice as much time moping about his slip ups as he does actually making them. That dumbass. Trust me, if I wanted any more out of him than being friends, I’d have fucking strangled the man. He’s a mess. But, I don’t, which I think is why he comes to me. He gets in those, ‘moods’, and—I usually just, yanno, help him out. Hands or mouth. And, he does the same.’
‘Oh… Oh, huh.’
The man gave another shrug as you mulled over this new information. ‘So… you’re not, put off? By how… Much he is?’ you said subtly. Again, the man chuckled.
‘What do you mean? I mean he’s stubborn, and a bit dramatic, sure, but that’s fine, that’s fun. He’s still so nice.’
Your look of shock seemed to surprise the man. His smile faded in the face of your overt confusion. ‘He—are you, okay?’ he asked.
‘Yeah, just… Did you say he’s, nice?’
‘Yeah! Of course. I mean he’d hate me saying that out loud, he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s nice, but I know. He overworks himself to death trying to keep this place running. He’s always on edge because he’s always worried, so he plays off like he’s all… you know, cold and scary, but he’s soft inside. I’m, assuming you don’t know him that well, then?’
You remained utterly confused by this weird interpretation of the Miguel you’d met. ��He—I mean, yeah, I thought I knew him pretty well, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do anything, nice’ you retorted.
Your overt distaste must have shown in your words, because the man suddenly looked disheartened. He coughed before speaking again.
‘He uh— I mean for me, and this is just me, but—when I couldn’t get surgery in my own universe, he secretly filed to let me have it here instead, and when the medical bay took too long, he personally went there and chewed them out for it. He never told me about it, Peter did, but post-surgery he’d always ask how I was doing. I’d show him and he’d just… give me a thumbs up and say, looks good, and that’d be it. Nobodies ever gone out of there way like that for me, ever, and he did it without complaint.’
Your eyes widened. Now this, this was interesting. You couldn’t imagine the Miguel you’d had to deal with being that considerate, that selfless, and yet, this guy had no reason to lie. Surely there had to be more to it, right?
‘Was… this, when you were, messing around?’ you asked slowly.
‘Oh, no. This was before that’ the man said nonchalantly. ‘Like I said, we were just friends. We still are. I appreciate that he’s never asked for more, honestly.’
Oh dear, you thought, you’d run out of justifications. Why had he been so aggressive with you then? Why was he so angry, so vindictive?
‘I mean, he’s—he’s also REALLY hot’ the man added with a slight laugh. ‘Like, REALLY hot. No offense but I used to have clients talk about how weird it was, you and the spider hybrid, I had to bite my tongue from saying bitch what are you TALKING about? I’d overlook much worse shit to just LOOK at that man.’
As the man chuckled you found yourself awkwardly laughing with him. You didn’t exactly have the best of terms with Miguel, but, clearly this guy had a very different experience. More importantly, you now had a solid lead on where Miguel had potentially gone.
‘So, you saw him recently?’ you queried.
‘Yeah. Well—Look, I know you get it, so, all I’ll say is I saw him about… four, days ago? That’s all I’ll say. I got this just in case, cos it’d been so long since the last time I forgot to stock up.’
You perked up a little as he spoke. Four days ago. That was after Peter mentioned he was gone, a full day after he gave in the paperwork for you and Mig.
‘Is… Is he, okay?’ you asked quietly. To your relief he nodded.
‘Yeah. Yeah he seemed fine, he seemed a bit more grumpy but that’s typical for him. He just, took sabbatical, he said. He wanted to figure some stuff out. He came over to relax then bounced. It’s not uncommon.’
To your surprise, you let out a soft sigh of relief. Had you been holding that in? You opened your mouth to thank the man and to ask his name, but something else hit you before you could.
Your whole body throbbed. You had to rub your thighs together to stop yourself from trembling, as the most vicious, potent heat slid through your veins. Your horror must have shown as the man tried to help you stand.
‘Hey, are you—’
‘BACK!’
You squeaked as something firm and furry grabbed your waist. You were pulled taut to Mig’s side as he appeared at your back, his eyes wide and his fangs bared. He was hissing aggresively as he held you close. You could feel it beneath his fur; that violent, overpowering rut, brewing and overflowing inside him.
To your surprise, the man took no offense. He seemed to see those glowing eyes and recognise something in them. ‘Oh. Oh! Okay. No worries, I got it. You don’t gotta worry about me. You two uh—you two have fun.’
The man waved once before speed walking in the other direction, leaving you and Miguel to panic in silence.
You could both feel the heat brewing to the point it hurt. There were eyes everywhere, eyes all around you, glowering and gleaming. You knew you didn’t have much time before you both lost all social inhibition to your need.
Your eyes met, once, only to find that just locking gaze was too erotic in this state. You both turned and glanced in unison at the same thing; the nearby elevator, the one just large enough to fit Mig inside.
You swallowed hard. You were burning up, physically sweating beneath your suit. You weren’t thinking straight at all. In the moment, all you could do was act. You both barrelled into the elevator together.
Time to make another mistake.
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