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"Admiring from afar"

Natalie "Clockwork" Oulette x chubby! reader

Tw: Switch! Reader, Switch! Natalie, Cunnilingus, tribbing, fucking in the trunk of a car, both reader and Natalie have facial piercing, Natalie did date Toby, (implied) reader hear Toby and Nat have sex, Reader was MAD jealous of Toby, Jealousy issues, Biting, scratching, Nat spitting into Reader's mouth, praise kink, dirty talk, both Nat and reader are hairy and big.

Summary: You had hated Toby ever since she started dating him, after they broke up, you couldnt keep your hands to yourself

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A/N: I hope y'all eat this fic up, like y'all ate my Brian fic

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Why was she around him? They broke up months ago. You hated hearing them together. You hated being next to his room. How did her, an absolute bombshell even see in him? He looks like a pathetic soggy road-kill rat.

You hated Toby ever since he started dating Natalie. What did he have that you didnt, you were courting Natalie for weeks now and he came in like a gust of wind and took Nat. You hated Toby for this, what did he do that swept her off of her feet? Why did he know, and why you didnt?

You were ecstatic when you heard they broke things off. You gave Natalie her space, you gave her support, not because you wanted to fuck her, but because you wanted to show her that she can trust you, that you can be someone she can come back to.

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The Road seemed to be endless. Endless gray, with endless white stripes. The car's whirring was monotone making both you and Nat sleepy. If you leaned your head enough onto the window, you could see the stars shining, you were thankful that the light pollution from the city didnt reach this part, that you could see the endless night skies. There was a comfortable silence in the car, the kind of silence that doesnt need filling, the kind of silence that wraps around you and lulls you to sleep, and it started to lull you for sure. "I think we should stop at a resting place" You break the comfortable silence, yawning after your sentence, triggering a yawn from Nat as well.

She nods while yawning. "Climb back and put down the back seats." She gives the reply. You unbuckle yourself, leaning your seat all the way back, climbing onto the back seat to lean them back so thay you and Nat could sleep on them. When you're done you climb back as you re-buckle yourself. You grab your phone, starting to search for a resting place in the area.

After while she pulls up to the place, the deep creaking voice of the handbrake breaks the silence. You climb back once again as you get the always-there covers from the trunk and lay it across the back seat, grabbing your backpack as a pillow. "That tired?" She jokes with a yawn, triggering one from you as well. "Maybe" You reply, getting perfectly comfortable in the backseat.

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Talking filled the car, random topics were thrown around, the more deeper the topics got the more the tension grew and grew, you didnt know if it was sexual or not (it was). "I was always curious..." You paused "What did you see in Toby?" You dropped the question, shocking her. "What? Jealous?" She joked, she felt the tension as well.

"What if I am?" You roof the tension, the air starting to feel heavy on your skin, you werent beating around the bush anymore. "What if I am jealous of Toby, that you saw something in him?" You roof the tension more, her words dying in her throat. "What if I wonder at night, wondering what he has that I dont? Wondering how he swept you off of your feet, while I was trying for weeks to get even a reaction?"

"How long have you felt like this?" She asked with a heavy voice. The silence felt like punishment this tim, not comfortable at this time. The silence only being broken by the clock in the place of her eye. "3 weeks before you and that rat started dating, I wanted to make sure you felt the same before I asked you out, but someone got to you first" You said 'Rat' with so much hate, no, not hate, it isnt the right word, jealousy and envy was. "What did he have? im so much better than him, every possible way you can name"

"Oh? Really? Show me" Thats all the invitation that it took you to grab her by the collar and smash your lips against her. The kiss wasnt romantic or passionate, it was all teeth, her angelbites were clacking against your jestrum piercing and her snake bites clinked against yours. A welcome suprise to both of you, both you and she had tongue piercings. Her left hand moved to your throat as she pulled you closer by it. Another welcome suprise.

The pull away was almost painful as a few strings of saliva connected your lips to hers. "Maybe you are better" She challenges, "I need more proof though" She pulls you in by your neck again, but you dont want to give in just yet, you want to show her that if she needs dominance, you can give her dominant. You push back against her, trying to dominate her as you flip her onto her back, the seats of the backseats creaking with the force.

"Careful with the seats" She pulls away for a moment before dragging you back into the kiss and flips you to your back now in the trunk, the car shakes a bit. "Careful with the trunk" You tease, your hands going under her jacket first to drag it off of her arms, soothing down her muscles in the process. Her hands find their way under you hoodie grabbing your waist, grabbing the fat, soothing over the stretch marks and various scars. She pulls away just to take it off of you. The street light of the resting place cast a light down on you perfectly, the slight sweat on you already glistening, making you look like a fever dream.

"Didnt think I'll ever see some so gorgeous under me" She praises before diving in to bite your neck, staking her claim over you. Your hands wander under her wife-pleaser tank top, pulling her away from your neck only to peel her top off, shocking her by pulling her close to bite into her neck breaking her skin slight, immidiately licking and sucking around the bit so its hurts less, but the damage is done and the bruise is blooming, your claim on her very clearly visible.

"Posessive much?" She jokes as she takes in your near feral state at her barely unclothed state. "Im just letting him know you're off the radar, especially for him" Your hands wrap around her throat and pull her in for a kiss, your tongue dominating hers, not for a long time but it did. "If you get jealous at Toby one more time, i'll fuck it out of you" She murmurs into your mouth as she bites your bottom lip so hard it bleeds. "If I catch him looking at you funny im torturing him to the point that he will feel pain."

She scoffs amusedly as she starts wrestling your bra off, your breasts spilling out under the moments its above where it should be, earning a pleased hum from her. "Is this where you store your jealousy?" She jokes as she starts sucking and nipping on your nipples and on the skin of your breasts, occasionally switching. "Fhu-ck, Nat" You gasp as your hands find their place in her hair. "I've barely done anything, luv" She teases, her hands wandering lower to your waist and hips, groping the fat, loving how it molds into her hands as she squeezes and caresses. Soon her hands find their way to your belt, the buckle quickly undone by dexterious fingers, that soon snake their way down under your waistband.

"Barely done anything, and is close to fingering my brains out" You joke while you can as she removes her own clothing, your eyes following each movement she makes, admiring how the light shining in from the tinted windows make contrast in the dips of her muscles while she moves. Your eyes dont miss the tufts of hair going down from her belly button to under her waistband. "Says the one drooling over me being shirtless." She jokes back, swiping some drool from the corner of your mouth before undoing her belt undressing herself, as you do the same.

The moment her boxers are off you're on her, kissing and biting down her body, bruises blooming in your wake, the bites already swelling some bleeding as you lick and suck at the bites, moaning at the taste of her blood. Nat whimpers on each bite, each bite sending jolts of arousal down her spine. When you reach her hips your hands go to the underside of her thighs, pulling her close as she falls back suddenly. "So pretty, covered in my marks" You run your fingers pver the marks, your touch feather-light, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. "What happened to your snark, Nat? Already breathless and I didnt even touch you?"

You mock slight, quickly finding that her snark, was in fact not lost, she just waited to catch you off guard. Before you could react, she grabbed your hair and pulled your head between her legs, your piercings quickly warming up. The scent and her warmth got you feral as you grabbed her hips, eating her out, eating her more for your pleasure than hers. You pulled her closer, her ass meeting your shoulders, her legs on your back, your tongue all over her, sucking and licking at everywhere you can, relishing in her whines and whimpers, feeling smug that you could achive making her be loud, something she never did with Toby.

Her thighs clenched around your head, her hands in your hair tugged you closer, your hands grabbed her thighs tighter, you didnt have small hands by any means, but your coulds touch even the tops of her thighs from the size, and you loved it. The sound inside the car were downright sinful, the noises of your eating her out, her moans, it was music to your ears. You started speeding up, letting go of one of her thighs to snake between her legs, wetting your fingers in her folds, not putting them inside just yet, just teasing, just circling around her hole. "Puh-please" She begged, then whined your name, grinding her hips into your face.

"You taste so good, luv, im considering dying 'ere" you praise before complyibg with her, knowing she could be crueler with you, and you'd let her. You start fingering her, not leaving her clit alone either, your fingers finding her G-spot, like its magnetic. She tensed her stomach, her abs showing through. Your name became a mantra on her lips, her back arched off the floor of the trunk, her thighs squeezing your head as she came. Your fingers didnt stop, helping her ride it out. When you felt her thighs relax, you kissed her clit before moving away. You run your hands up her body caressing and kissing, licking away the blood of your previous bites.

"Still with me, Nat?" You ask gently, her hand still in your hair, allowing her to pull your close to kiss her. She quickly overpowers you pining your under her as she straddles your waist. "Im wondering where you learnt to eat pussy like that, but I dont have quite the patience for that." She rambles a bit starting to mark you up, like you marked her up, the cold metal off her piercing pressing against your skin, quickly heating up against your skin. "Fuck- Nat-" You whine as she tucks your nipples with her teeth and fingers.

She slips one of your legs over her own, making your clits bump against eachother, earning a moan from both of you. You rock your hip to hers, suprised at the feeling, since you very hardly could cum from riding a pillow, but she felt so much better, so much firmer, warmer. She didnt wait a moment as she started rocking her hips back and forth wildly. The pleasure was suffocating, like a lump in your throat. "Open up" She tapped your chin slowing down, but her grinds were harder, then grabbing your throat, just holding it there. When you complied she spit into your mouth, slowly, letting it slowly flow down your throat. "Swallow" She commanded, which you followed so obidiently it made her genuienly smile. "Good girl, so obidient for me" She praised, caressing your throat, speeding up, making you whine and moan. The way she was thrusting you felt like the entire car was shaking, maybe it did.

"Go on, Love, cum for me" She made you aware of your orgasm faster than you became aware of it. "Be a good girl, will you?" She repeated and sped up, her clit bumping and grinding against your that had your eyes rolling so far back in your head, and when she squeezed your throat as bit, you were gone, your back arching off the trunk, your nails scratching red half-moons into her hips, that already started welting.

"Good girl" She praised again speeding up for her own pleasure. Your moans got higher in pitch, all you could be aware of yourself is that you were repeating her name like a psalm, like you were praying. One thing, well not one, but one thing you did notice was that her grinds got more frantic, got more animalistic than calaculated, more feral. Her thighs were flexing, where her fingers were squeezing your thighs already had bruises underneath it, the pain was so good it pushed you over the edge again, right when she came too, but with the difference that you squirted against her, drenching her cunt, her inner thighs, some reaching her hips.

She heaves as she lays down on you, her hands caressing your waist. "You did so good for me" She praises kissing your cheek. "Was I better?" You ask half jokingly. The hand on your throat tightens "So much better, so leave it be, he's the past, Focus on me" She glares, her words having bite but not much. "Understood" You reply as you kiss her. When you pull away and look into her eyes, you drop those three words. "I love you"

"Say it again" She demands. "I love you, Natalie" You reply, caressing her face as you grab the sleepingbag in her car, laying it under you because the bottom of the trunk was itchy,then grabbed the other one to cover yourselves with. "I fucking love you" She recovers from her shock as she kisses you, but this kiss is different, not claiming, not passionate, not lustful, instead its the kiss that fills your chest cavity with a wamrth akin to a hearth, the type of kiss that makes your brain fuzzy.

After that, time passes slowly, shared kisses, caresses, cuddles. After each minute your eyelids feel like they are made from lead, your limbs feel heavy as you yawn. "Sleep well, my love" She whispers, as if to lull you into sleep, and it works. Soon after you, she falls asleep too

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'Lights, Camera, Action!'

Brian Hoodie Thomas x (implied) Chubby!reader

Summary: You were hopelessly in love with Brian for months now, by coincidence you find his camera on his desk, and leave him a suprise tape

Tw: reader is a freak with a capital F and a hard R, suprise nudes, recorded while having sex (consented), mutual pining, mutual clothes stealing, jerking off with someone's clothes, scent kink, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming, praise kink, cunnilingus, reader has pierced nipples, Brian has a tongue piercing, cuddling as aftercare, slight choking

A/N: i feel like im getting better at dialouge, this is my longest one-shot, Holy hell, and as always wrap it before you tap in, and provide aftercare, both for the dom and sub

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The feelings for him came fast. Fast and all-consuming. Before you knew, you were dreaming about him. Before you knew you found your eyes lingering longer and longer on him while on a mission with him. Before you knew, he had wormed his way into your head, and into your heart, and you didnt know how to get him out of either places.

Who was he exactly? Hoodie. The guy that records everything. The dork with the toothgap and an awkward mustache. The one with the frown for a mask. The idiot, more like you were the idiot that fell for him. You were the idiot that found something charming and lovable in him, and now, finding your hands under your waistband more often than not, while imagining his hands in place of yours, while murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how pretty you look for him, or to let him hear you properly, to disregard if anyone hears.

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"Focus, Damn it!" Masky yelling snapped you out of the pink cloud in your thoughts. He was explaining the plan for the mission. "Dont tell me I have to explain this shit all over again?" He added a question, still very annoyed, seeming even more annoyed that you nodded. "Not all over, just half" The reply held a slight amount of snark.

"I said, that you chase out the guy, then we chase him" Masky sighed. "If this was the plan, why are you so angry about explaining it?" The question was condescending, and you could see a vein pop out on Masky's forehead, even with the mask on. He sighed again, reaching for the cigarette in his pockets, deciding to not amuse you further.

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The gravels crushed under the truck's wheels as Masky drove out of the mansion, with you in the backseat and Hoodie next to him. Not all that suprising to see another Cigarette between Masky's lips.

The road was a good 2 hours. It seemed all too short when you were daydreaming about Hoodie in every sort of scenario you could make up in your head. Before your mind could conjure another scenario, you felt the car stop, Hoodie whistling to get your attention. "Time to work" He joked before he got out, you following after him soon.

The mission was quick, too quick, like you went out there for nothing. It was done after a good 15 minutes, no injuries, no blood, and no complications. Of course, it was more than 15 minutes, you were just busy imagining it was Hoodie chasing you down.

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"I could have done this alone" You sigh as you close the car door to muffle your words.

The windows were tinted, you could see outside, but they couldnt see inside. You praised whoever came up with it. It proved you with the perfect sight without the worry of being caught. Masky and Hoodie were smoking, Hoodie's mask pulled up to his nose, revealing his jaw and nose, and his lips, the same lips you imagined wandering up and down your body oh-so many times, the same lips that had you feeling like a victorian man seeing knees for the first time. The way the smoke curled around his face, the way his jaw moved as he spoke with Masky. You could imagine his voice, that accent that had goosebumps coming up your skin.

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The drive back was just as long and just as boring, but atleast you had your head. Oh your head that came up with so many good ideas. Oh your head that was delusional and stupid enough to get you to investigate if he was obsessed with you just as much as you were with him, because if he wasnt, this will be a shitshow.

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You didnt know if it was delusion, hope, desperation, or you being observational for once outside of missions, but you started noticing things. How he wouldnt wear the mask around you more often, how he didnt hide his accent, then hid a smirk in the corner of his lips when he saw the effect it had on you. He noticed one of his shirts were gone. You noticed one of your panties was gone. For every stolen shirt, one of your panties were gone, and for every returned one, you would get back your underwear.

The plan was solid. It was surely him, it would be oblivios to not notice. The plan was solid, absolutely. Okay, not absolutely. Maybe this was a shitty idea. Stealing his shirts was a thing. Stealing his camera, filling up a whole tape, of yourself, with your nudes, with you jerking off while smelling his yellow hoodie, and moaning his name, was another. Another thing was wearing his yellow hoodie while doing a few things. Another thing was hiding said tape into his tape-drawer, and not titleing it. Just for him to find. Only for his eyes to see.

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The click of your door startled you as you took a few steps into your room. You whipped your head around faster than light itself. "So" Hoodie dragged out the 'o'. "Want to explain this little gift you left in my drawer?" He flipped the tape in his hands repeatedly.

You didnt think he'd find that so quickly. You didnt think he'd find it under a week. "Thought you'd appreciate something close the real thing..." The confidence in your voice suprised you step closer. "After sniffing at my laundry for so long." You tease him, stepping closer.

"I appreciate it greatly" He chuckles. "Came for another one" That was suprising. "Thought you'd appreciate the real thing after trying to pleasure yourself with a fake one." Another thing you fell in love about him, his snark, and how he throws your own words back at you. It makes you shiver, it makes goosebumps grow on your skin. It makes you absolutely soaked.

This time it was your turn to suprise him, grabbing his yellow hoodie, stained with who knows what, pulling him close and kissing him, since he wasnt wearing his mask, he never does around you. You caught him offguard first, then his hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you impossibly close, leaving no space between the two of you.

The escalation was quick. Before you realized you were already in his lap, hands wandering under his hoodie, pulling away only to take it off of him. You took your time admiring him, eyes wandering over his torso, he was lean, but you knew just much strenght he could output if he wanted to. His shoulder were wide, and there was a slight hair on his chest. Then the happy-trail you often thought about came into your view, that often slipped out from under his shirt when he stretched.

"I suppose the trail's a keeper?" The amusement in his tone was apparent, but with how he said it, you knew this wasnt the last time you would end up in his lap. "If you knew how crazy that makes me..." You kiss him before he can reply back, pushing him down on your bed.

"Desperate?" He asked the obvious before taking your hoodie off, finding nothing underneath, just a ratty old sports bra, which your chest almost spilled out from. The bra came off next quickly. Before you said something he flipped the position, putting you on your back as he started kissing down you neck, leaving bruises and bites in his wake, his hands grabbing and groping at the expense of your waist and hips.

"Welcome suprise, eh?" You joke, the joke drowning into a sight as he takes one of your pierced nipples into his mouth, starting to lap at it, before switching to the other one. "Very welcome." He bites into your breast, right around your nipples, making you whine.

While he was making his way down to your pants, you saw something peek out of his hoodie pocket. His precious camera. "Said you wanted extra material..." You muse, turning on the camera, pointing it at him. "Smile, Bri." The chuckle made his stomach tense up, looks like he wasnt opposed to being recorded while pleasing you.

Then he smiled like you commanded, well, it was more like a smirk, but, it made you even hotter in your panties, the toothgap got to you again. He tugged down your pants looking up at you, not into the camera. He leaned down, kissing down your navel, finding your happy-trail as well. He bit into the waistband of your panties. Then started tugging, all while looking into the camera.

"Im going have so much fun rewatching this." You giggle as you lift your hips, helping him in undressing you, the crotch of your panties soaked, connecting to your inner thighs and pussy with web-like bridges. "Give that 'ere." He took the camera. Recording you in full glory, running his hands over you groping your chest, then thighs, to see the size difference between his hand and your size. You were so much bigger. At least in bulk and chunk, and he absolutely loved it.

Then he ran a finger over your folds, spreading them as they make a wet sound, drawing out a gasp from you with his cold hands. "So warm, so wet, and Im barely even naked." He actually giggles in glee at the effect he has on you.

"My pretty girl, already so wet for me." The petname made you shiver as you spread your legs, giving him more space. He caressed over you folds, almost reverently as you bucked your hips. He put down the Camera onto your stomach, then dove in, pulling your legs over his shoulders, your thighs almost dwarfing his head. He looks up both at you and the camera and starts eating you out.

His licks are broad and aiming to please, he wants to see you fall apart. He flipped the camera, so it records you as well. His tongue started working on your clit, the way he flicked it with his tongue, the way he sucked it between his lips made you fall apart under mere seconds. Then you felt something, something cold, a piercing, he has a tongue piercing. "If i knew- fuck you had a tongue piercing-" Your words are cut off by a whine as he sucked your folds into his mouth as well. "I wo-would have placed those nudes sooner"

He quickly shut you up as he started pushing his fingers inside of you. "How'd you think you got access to that camera, eh?" His voice is muffled, your ears barely picking up on it. "Wha-?" You're cut off by a moan as he starts fingering you, his fingers finding your g-spot. The pleasure makes your head throb, your nerves feeling alight by his attention. "Dont fuh-fucking stop Bri" You whine out, your hands find his hair as you tug him closer, disregarding his earlier question.

The sounds in the room were loud and filthy, Wet squenches of your cunt, the moans and whines you were letting out, and the light rustling of your sheets as Brian humped the matress. The moans of his name became a chant in your voice, your lower stomach tensing up. Your thighs impossible tightening around his head, suffocating him and becoming a very apparent pressure around his head

He doubled his efforts, his fingers working at your G-spot, adding a third one, his mouth around your clit, sucking and licking all around pushed you over the edge, your head thrown back, your back arching off the bed, moaning his name, the camera sliding off your body. You soon let his head go, he pulls away, grabbing the camera to run it over you.

Your skin was almost glowing with sweat in the light of your bedside table lamp. "Absoluetly gorgeous, Love" The compliment made you shiver again.

You close your eyes for a moment, soon you hear him undo the buckle of his belt. He turns off the camera for a moment, climbing between your legs, pulling you close, his cock resting on your mound. "Do you want to continue?" He asks, leaning over you, caressing your face as he kisses you gently, his other hand caressing your hip. This moment of softness made your stomach flutter in a way it was unusual.

The desperate way you nodded pulled a chuckle from his throat. "Words, Love, use your words." He commanded, caressing your hips again. You swallow your pride, knowing a little begging can get you a better time "Brian, please, I want more."

"Atta girl." The accent and the way he praised you made you even more soaked (if thats physically possible). A nervous feeling started to overtake you, you never really had sex, you dont even remember the last time you had. "Bri, can you be a bit careful?" You asked him, anticipation making you trembling and twitch. "Never thought a pretty girl like you would be a virgin" He smirked before kissing you again. "Im not a virgin- Fuck, Bri" The words slipped out when he pushed his tip in. "Not a virgin yet you clench around me like a vice" He says, starting to rub your clit in circles, making you gasp.

"T-taking me so fucking well" The praises flow from his mouth like a river, he is actively rambling praises, the camera long forgotten and fallen off the bed. "Looking so pretty, all f' me" He gasps out as he finally bottoms out, heaving, trying not to cum himself, his thumb never stopping on your clit. "Bri, puh-please, move" You already started begging, the pleasure mounting in you. When he starts moving your nerves alight in you. The feeling of him, every ridge, bump or vein brushing against your insides so deliciously it almost sets you off. "So good, Bri" You praise back through his rambling and your whimpers and moans, pulling him down for a kiss.

"So goddamn wet" He moans into your mouth, picking up his pace. With every thrust he gives bit of a grind into you, aiming for your G-spot, actively searching for it. Its over for you when he finds it, his thrusts are deep, controlled, and quite fast. "Bri, please, don' stop." The demand is made as he feels your legs tightening around his hips, so he cant pull out. "Not even dreamin' of it" He moans, speeding up, his thumb returning to your clit just so he can feel you clench around him.

You dont notice that he picks up the camera again. You eyes are rolled back, eyebrows scrunched and tears gleaming at your lashline. His name became a permanent mantra on your lips as you came. His hips didnt stop as he was chasing his own high, grunting and whimpering. Overstimulation started to consume you, making you whine and mewl in protest. "B-Bit more-" He was cut off by a moan as he came. His whole body was twitching and writhing as he came inside you, filling you up nicely as he turned off the camera. He laid on you, heaving also as he started peppering kisses onto your neck, murmuring praises into your skin.

"You mentioned something about the camera, while eating me out" You track back to when his head was between your legs. "About that..." He collects his thoughts. "How'd you think you got access to my camera? If it wasnt for me? How didnt you get suspicious that I just left my camera for you, on my desk, with some tape with it?" The revelation and implication makes you cringe that you were this stupid to think it was an accident that he left it there.

"You prepared for this?" You asked, giggling slight. "Of course I did, I thought i was crazy for thinking this would happen, but, here we are." You could feel his cock hardening again as he checked the tape in the camera. "The tape has a few more minutes on it" He offered with a lustful look in his eyes. "We better not waste it, Love" He starts caressing your waist, kissing up your neck, to your lips as he claims your lips again.

He pulls away, then pulls out, picking up and turning on the camera to record how his cum flows out from your hole, fingering some back into you as he sets the camera down onto your bed. "Hands and knees, Love" He commands, wanting you on all fours. You begrudingly turn over, pushing your knees more under yourself so your hips are angled higher. He picks up the camera again as he starts pushing in, moaning at your warmth once again. He pushes down on your lower back, making your back arch more and more. "Almost coming at the sight of your ass, love" He praises as he slaps your ass, the fat jiggling with the slap, and with his hips slamming into you. He quickly picks up the speed, pulling your hips back onto him, spearing you on his cock.

Your nerves start to fizzle again at the pleasure, his cock hitting your G-Spot perfectly, making you moan each time. You start fucking yourself back onto his cock, rocking your hips to his rythm. "Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a bitch in heat" He slaps your ass again, speeding up. "My sweet bitch in heat" He praises just as bit, he knows you're close, your moans are higher in pitch. Right when you're on the edge, he pulls out, making your whine dissaprovingly as he cums onto your ass, recording it of course. "Couldnt you wait until I came?" You whine, looking back at him, noticing him staring at his own cum on your ass like a painting.

"You'll get why once the tape is up" He replies as he sets down the camera onto your bedside table. Before you could complain, or ask, he plugged inside you again, shutting you up. You felt one of his hands wrap itself up in your hair. Then you felt the tug as he pulled you up to stand on your knees, his other arm keeping you upright by wrapping itself around your waist, his hips never stopping. The new angle, and the way you could feel him deeper made it all the delightful. "Bri- Fuck" You moan out leaning your head onto his shoulder, his hand in your hair moving to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just there, adding a small factor of danger.

"Feels good yeah?" He teases, his arm around your waist moving down to play with your clit, making your lowerbelly flutter with pleasure. "Been wanting to fuck you for months now" He suddenly says as he makes his thrusts more aggressive. "Why didnt you pursue?" You ask between moans as the knot in your stomach tightens. "Wanted you to come to me, to beg, to be desperate for me" The confession makes you dizzy as he speeds up, his hand around your throat tightening as he cuts off your airflow, making it more intense. "Please, more, Bri-" You moan out as you move back against him, your hands grabbing his hips scratching crescents into his hips and thighs.

The high is sudden and all-consuming, taking him with you into the throes of pleasure as you collapse in his arms, only him holding you up as you comme down your right. His thrusts soon come to a halt as he heaves. He lays down both of you, turning your towards him as he holds you close. "You did so good for me, darling" He praises as he shuts off the camera, his whole attention on you now, and showing vulnreability as he caressed your hips and whispers praises into your ear until you fall asleep.

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I feel like an artifact hunter, coming across treasure the first time.

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Realism ≠ No Mansion 2: Electric Boogaloo

Hi! It’s me! Lucas: the guy who just posts and still doesn’t quite know what to do with this blog.

If you’ve been around a while, this is kind of a loose sequel to this post I made a while ago about realism in Creepypasta. (You don’t need to read it to get this one—but hey, it’s there if you want the full saga.)

So, I saw two confessions on the crp confessions blog, you can see them here and here, and they made me mad. Like, really mad.

So let’s talk about them.

Then I’m gonna explain what realism SHOULD mean. Ya got that? K good.

1️⃣ Eyeless Jack ≠ Emotionless Jack

“He’s a demon now so why would he be emotional…”

WTF do you even mean. What are you on about? Have you just not heard of nuance?? Or like… any vampire story that wasn’t Twilight?

Let me set the record straight:

💀 Being a demon, eldritch abomination, or cannibal does NOT make you immune to nuance. It’s very possible that Jack would still act like a person, because he used to be one.

Let him mourn. Let him bond. Let him feel. Just because he’s cold on the outside doesn’t mean he has to be hollow on the inside.

It is a true testament to how uncreative people can be that they cannot comprehend a non-human having human traits. That’s literally the entire point of horror sometimes.

2️⃣ The Slender Mansion Is Not the Problem, Your Laziness Is

“The mansion trope is unrealistic 😭”

Oh, so now realism matters in the world of faceless teleporting demons and immortal serial killers??

Here’s the deal: People keep confusing “I don’t like this trope” with “this trope is unrealistic,” and it’s driving me insane.

You’re allowed to not like the Slender Mansion trope. But don’t act like it’s inherently flawed or unrealistic just because you’ve only seen it done badly.

There are SO many ways to write it well:

🏚️ Maybe Slenderman built it over decades 🧠 Maybe he brainwashed or manipulated people to build it 🌀 Maybe it’s a pocket dimension 👁️ Maybe he needs it to keep tabs on dangerous entities ⚔️ Maybe the tension of them all hating each other is the point

You can write all of this in a grounded, character-driven way. But you have to actually write it.

“Realism” doesn’t mean they hate each other forever. It doesn’t mean they’re emo, sad, edge monsters who stab each other on sight. It means asking why they don’t, and writing that reason.

⚖️ What Realism Should Actually F**ing Mean*

Creepypasta thrives on creativity and new interpretations. That’s what made this fandom so fun in the first place. But now? We’re just letting it rot.

People want “realism” but what they really mean is “I want every character to be bland, edgy, traumatized, and incapable of emotional complexity.”

So let me say it clearly:

🔎 REALISM SHOULD MEAN:

🧠 Exploring Toby’s disorders beyond just CIPA and Tourette’s

(And actually getting ALL OF them right for once.)

🩸 Understanding Nina’s psychology and how she either evolves past it or is consumed by it instead of reducing her to a fangirl stereotype

(IRL, people idolize murderers all the time, this isn’t a stretch.)

🖤 Giving even characters like Slenderman nuance and motivation

(Let him be terrifying, but let him have a reason.)

🎭 Writing Sully as a person and not some cartoon evil/edgy alter-ego

🧠 Realism should mean digging deeper. Getting creative. Telling stories that hit.

💥 Not This Bland, Flavorless, tasteless, generic, lazy Hellscape

Realism is not:

Taking all the fun stuff away

Erasing the mansion

Removing supernatural elements

Making everyone sad, edgy, and miserable with no room for connection

Making every character a hate machine who murders on sight

Realism is not an excuse to make every take dry, boring, and completely devoid of heart.

If you’re gonna write realism, do it right.

Get creative. Think it through. Don’t dismiss ideas because you can’t write a reason for them to work. If someone wants to write a mansion AU, a found family, a Slenderdad arc, LET THEM.

We are in a fandom built on creativity and horror, not bland elitism.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. And if you’re mad at me: I live in the Slender Mansion, come find me.

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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The Fene's Vessel

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This is the human introduction, "before" the shit went down.

Full name: Pethes Livia

Date of birth: 2007/05/22

Gender: Female

Also listens to: Levi, Livi,

Relatives: Pethes Agatha (mother), Pethes Alexander (Father), Pethes Armin (Older Brother)

Occupation: Art student

Status: Lost

Hobby: Art, Reading, Judo

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Name: Pethes Livia

Alias: The Fene

Relatives: Pethes Agatha (Mother, Deceased), Pethes Alexander (Father, Deceased), Pethes Armin (Older Brother, Deceased)

Occupation: The Operator's Proxy

Powers/skills: Enchanced Physical Vessel, Agility and Flexibility, Intelligence, Posessed, Permanent Claws, increased Keratin produce, Accelerated healing, Heightened senses, Heightened cell production (unable to age), Heightened hormone production (testosterone, Estrogen, Progesterone)

Status: Proxified

Goals: Kill her rival (Suceeded), Win the Olympics (Failed)

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Creepypasta OC: The Fene (Livia Pethes)

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Hey y'all.

I have been recently been contacted by a palestinian woman, who recently lost her baby because of the famine.

Here is her go fund me, and her paypal.

Her campaign has been twice verified.

I know my platform is small, and probably will reach a few people but thats more than zero.

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Imma just put this here

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your profile picture is perfection and I personally relate lol

I specifically set it to reflect myself, and my readers (It was not given a single thought)

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'Bottoms up!

Nina Hopkins x fem!reader

Tw: Alcohol and drugs mention, Dub-con(both Nina and reader are drunk, Nina has a happy trail and a bush, body shots, scissoring, 69, fingering, reader is wearing scene but her bodytype and hair style and colour is established except 2 details, They're gay your honour, reader maybe an alcoholic?, No beta we die like rats eating ratpoison

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A/N: I think im getting better at dialouge :3

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The night gleamed with millions of stars. The streets were filled with noise, each club playing a different kind of music. The music seemed to reverberating from the walls of other clubs, from the trees, even the stars echoed, creating a melody of buzzing life, of too much alcohol and too much party drugs. The streets were buzzing not only in the Club district, but also in other districts, filled with drunkens stumbling home after a rough night full of alcohol and the stars know what other substances. Alias, bad choices and even cheaper alcohol. The District almost reeked of alcohol, -maybe it did, you just got used to it, who knows?-.

You were on your way to your own destiantion, a large ruin pub tucked away at the bottom of the District. Even if it seen better days, the drinks were cheap. The music was louder than anyone's thoughts, the bartenders were kind. But you went there for something else, The promoter face of said club, Nina. She was the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen, she was the face of the pub, surely, the life of it too. The party wasnt alive when she couldnt go, she was the presence keeping the pub from collapsing it seemed. She was always up there, up on the mezzanine.

The club's downward stairs were coming your vision as the giddy feeling increased in your gut, maybe it was the alcohol you drunk with your friends before they went on their way, and you went on yours. Maybe the hope of seeing Nina again Maybe it was the thought of Nina bringing you up to the mezzanine with her? Nobody knows.

The moment you walked down the stairs and opened the door, the air or the pub, the scent of alcohol, designer drugs and heated bodies slapped you in the face, the familiarity of if making you even warmer. After you put down your coat and majority of your stuff you almost ran to the main chamber of the pub, where the majority of people and the mezzanine, and she was. You were sure you will be the one to be taken up this time, your outfit matched hers. You wore a Scene things all over you, kandi jewelry that you traded from raves, or made yourself, striped pantyhose, black shorts shorter than your black painted nails. You made sure you were matching her, you even dyed racoon tails into your hair, and braided to rat-tails into the front. Suprisingly the outfit was comfortable as hell, and very aesthetic.

Trivial.

The minutes passed by. The minutes passed to hours. You somehow got into a memory eraser, who can get the most shots down with no chaser? Shot down after Shot down. By this point nobody knows what number of shots have you downed, probably a whole-bottle-worth. The world was spinning, the shots tasting like water, but all that just made it easier to down.

Not that all suprising you won, meaning the tab wasnt yours to pay. You could already smell the hangover in the morning, you could already feel the regret of a hungover morning, saying you wont ever let alcohol touch your lips again, knowing you will be back the next week.

The moment you could get yourself into a reasonable shape, you made yourself Beeline into the bathroom, you gathered your bag, full of your makeup as you went into one of the stalls, pulling the rat-tail braids from your face leaning down to puke. The moment you kneeled your dinner made a reapperance, along with the drinks you drank with your friends before going onto your merry way to this very pub. The music thumps through the walls and the floor, muffling the sound of pulling down the toilet as you wash out your mouth and wash your hands, reaplying your smudged makeup-making yourself presentable again-.

Once you were presentable enough you went back to the main chamber, resuming your night. Then you felt someone take a hold of your wrist, you whipped your head around, butterflies exploding in your stomach as you realize that it's Nina. You dont even need to be dragged as you go with her. Her perfume strong but not suffocating as it dulled the smell of sweat and mixing perfumes of other people. You follow her like a loyal dog as you hold her hand, not even noticing that you were holding her hand, she didnt seem to be bothered by it.

Her skin was warm, you could feel her heartbeat in her wrist as your thumb was there. Her heartbeat was just as fast as yours, if not faster. She took you up the stairs to mezzanine. The mezzanine wasnt that high but the people below you shrinked to points, but you could see the details if you wanted to.

Not even a song has passed when Nina started dancing on you, grinding her hips to yours as you went along with it, your hands moving to her hips. You ground your hips back to her ass. The more the minutes passed, the more obvious her atraction to you became apparent. At this point, neither of you hid how much you wanted the other. Pressed so close there wasnt air between you and her.

The alcohol started to wear off, both for you and both for her. "Let me show you something, sweet thing" she said next to your ear, tucking her hand in your back pocket as she got a good grab at your behind. The Mezzanine had a backdoor, to a resting room kind of thing with a sofa and a coffeetable with a few bottles of cherry-vodka in the middle. The smell of weed in the room was thick, making your brain fuzzy as Nina locked the door, all while you made yourself comfortable on the couch.

Nina quickly climbed into your lap, her arms around your shoulders as she kissed you. Your arms looped around her hips, pulling her closer on your lap. Your hands quickly wandering under her shirt. She pulled away for a moment taking off her shirt and planting a shot glass into the front of her bra, right between the valley of her breasts. Then she opened the cherry vodka, trying to pour into the shot glass but failing as it pours down her torso and a bit around her chest.

"Lick it up, love" she teased as you admired her. The deep red of the cherry vodka creating a contrast against her pale skin, like blood against snow. You start slowly, kissing and licking the vodka from her stomach, bending your back a bit too much to reach her stomach, licking up the alcohol from her happy trail, over her stomach, your hands following your mouth. With your licks you also snuck in kisses and nips earning you small whimper from her, while marking, squeezeing and caressing her. You finally reach her breasts as you lick the remaining alcohol off her skin before you take the shot glass into your mouth and down the shot.

"Your turn" You reply as you flip both of you over, straddling her hips and taking your shirt off. You place the same shotglass in yoyur bra, pouring the alcohol down your body. She eagerly licks up your body, but instead of long licks she makes small kitten licks, teasing your even more, holding eye-contact as she does so.

The heat in your gut was climbing up your body like Nina was licking the alcohol off of you, and when she finally downed the shot and out the glass down, you were on her. Her hands were on your hips, on your waist, everywhere. At this point your were too drunk on her to think, your hands fumbling with her braclasp, and just straightup ripping it off. "I'll buy you a new one" You breathe into the kiss as you start kissing down her neck marking her up.

"You better, that was my favourite" She replies jokingly, ripping your bra off as she starts groping your chest, pulling you up to start sucking on your nipples, making you moan, arching your back into her hands, while your hands fiddle with her belt to take her skirt off-succesful in not ripping it-.

She flips the position as now she is on-top of you kissing down your neck, marking you up while undressing you, grinding down onto your thigh.

"You prepared for this, didnt you?" She asks, giggling as she sees the thong you were wearing. "All this for me" She rambles, swiping a finger up your half-clothed folds, leaning down to tug down your thong with her teeth.

"Dreamed of this for weeks" You reply, your voice hazy with lust and alcohol. You pull her up for a kiss as you tug her skirt fully off, along with her thong, dropping it in the pile of clothes next to the couch. You grabbed her hips as you put one leg over hers pulling her close pushing your clits together, you and her moaning in relief at the pleasure.

You started moving her, whining at the feeling of her cunt against yours, your clits rubbing in an all-satisfying way. Before you realized she was moving on her own, angling her hips in a way that made your stomach churn with pleasure. You were never more thankful for the blaring music of the pub, because if it wasnt there, anybody could hear what was happening if the were on the mezzanine.

You look up at Nina through your lashes. Her hair sticking onto her forehead, her skin listening under the light in an etheral way. "You look so pretty, love" You moan out to her, grinding your hip into hers. Your eyes trail lower, how her chest sways as she rides you. You notice her happytrail again, shining with sweat, leading to the black bush of hair between her legs. Her thighs, hips and lower stomach were flexing with the effort, her moans were even prettier as you twisted your hips into her so she doesnt have that much work.

She leans down as she kisses you, moaning into your mouth. "Please, do-dont stop" She moans as you move her, her basically becoming putty in your hands. She lays her head into your neck, marking you up between moans. The white hot pleasure exploding in your lower belly didnt give a warning as you moan out her name, cumming against her, making the sounds in the rooms even more sinful, even more wet, her cumming after you soon.

"Holy fuck" You breathe out, slotting her against you, nuzzling into her neck as you bite into it, making her whine. "Let me have a taste, love" She starts pleading as she reaches her hand down between your bodies, starting to toy with your clit, not even granting you a minute of rest.

When she is pleading like this, who were you to deny her?

"Only if i get a taste in return" You allow as you kiss her before flipping the position again. You crawl up her body before you turn around and bend over, your chest flush with her abdomen. Her breath hitches as she sees your folds, all wet and glistening, and all puffed up by her earlier grinding. "Fucking gorgeous" She said before pulling you onto her face, eating your out like there was no tommow. Even if your thighs bracketed her face, clenching around her head, practically acting like earmuffs, she still heard you moan, she still heard you beg and plead for more, even when your voice was muffled from eating her out.

Her cunt was even more delicious than you've ever dared to imagine, she smelled even better, her scent alone surely made you wetter if that was possible. She had you seeing starts as you scrambled to mirror her movements. Her earnest sucks on your clit, her tongue lashing against your folds, the tip of her tongue circling around your sopping hole had you shaking. The anticipation she built in your belly was driving your insane as you drenched your fingers in her folds before plunging two in, making a scissoring motion, feeling accomplished when you felt her moan against you.

Then you felt it, her tongue moving in an odd way. She was spelling her whole name on your clit, sucking between each letter, driving you crazy as you grind your hips onto her mouth, wanting more. "N-nina, please" You whine into her folds. The vibrations of your dragged out whine pushed her over the edge as she doubled her efforts on your cunt, aiming to drag you down with her, which she succefully did.

You heave against her as you roll to the side, almost rolling off the couch, but realizing where you are before you full on rolled down.

"I think im in love" You heave out as you turn around, laying your head on her chest, holding her by her waist, not remembering more from the night from falling asleep.