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rootchicago12 · 4 months ago

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Discover the Best Crafted Rootbeer and Flavored Sodas: A Journey into Handcrafted Beverages – Chicago Rootbeer

In a world where soda is often mass-produced and lacks authenticity, Chicago Rootbeer brings back the charm of crafted rootbeer sodas and other handcrafted flavored sodas. Our mission is to offer refreshing, high-quality craft beverages that excite your taste buds and satisfy your craving for something unique. Whether you’re a root beer enthusiast or a fan of fruity crafted sodas, we have a wide range of flavors for you to explore.

The Legacy of Crafted Rootbeer

At Chicago Rootbeer, we take pride in our tradition of creating premium crafted rootbeer. Root beer is more than just a soda – it’s a nostalgic drink with a rich history, blending spices, herbs, and sweeteners to create a distinctive, bold flavor. Our rootbeer sodas are crafted using traditional methods to ensure every bottle delivers that classic, satisfying taste. Whether you enjoy it on its own or as the perfect companion to a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a float, our root beer stands out for its deep, creamy flavor and rich aroma.

Handcrafted Flavored Sodas: Something for Everyone

Beyond root beer, Chicago Rootbeer offers a variety of handcrafted flavored sodas that appeal to soda lovers of all kinds. Our crafted flavored sodas are made with attention to detail, offering unique combinations that bring out the best in each flavor. From classic tastes like Craft Soda to more adventurous blends, we believe in creating beverages that are not only refreshing but also an experience.

Some of our most popular options include:

Hand crafted sodas that are made with the highest-quality ingredients.

Crafted sodas designed for those who appreciate both bold and subtle flavors.

A variety of non-alcoholic beverages that provide a delicious, refreshing alternative for all occasions.

The Craft of Creating Premium Beverages

What makes Chicago Rootbeer’s crafted soda special is our focus on quality and innovation. Each of our hand craft sodas is carefully blended using a combination of premium ingredients and tried-and-true methods. We believe in giving our customers a wide range of choices that satisfy both traditional tastes and more modern palates.

Our crafted rootbeer sodas are a perfect representation of this philosophy, balancing the spicy and creamy notes that root beer fans love. We don’t just stop at rootbeer; our lineup also includes other craft sodas, each with its unique twist.

Why Choose Chicago Rootbeer?

When you choose Chicago Rootbeer, you’re not just choosing a soda – you’re choosing a beverage experience. Here’s why our crafted rootbeer and handcrafted flavored sodas stand out:

Quality Ingredients: We use only the finest ingredients to ensure each bottle of our craft soda is packed with flavor.

Variety of Options: From crafted rootbeer sodas to fruity blends, our selection of hand crafted sodas offers something for every soda lover.

Attention to Detail: Every batch of root beer and crafted soda is made with care, ensuring consistency and quality in every bottle.

Non-Alcoholic Beverages: Our sodas are perfect for those looking for non-alcoholic beverages that don’t compromise on taste. Enjoy a refreshing drink without any alcohol – perfect for all ages and occasions.

Perfect for Any Occasion

Whether you’re hosting a family gathering, having a casual get-together with friends, or simply enjoying a quiet moment, Chicago Rootbeer’s selection of crafted sodas is perfect for any occasion. Pair our crafted rootbeer sodas with meals, desserts, or enjoy them on their own as a delightful refreshment.

Conclusion

At Chicago Rootbeer, we are dedicated to crafting the finest root beer, crafted sodas, and non-alcoholic beverages that offer a refreshing, flavorful experience. Whether you’re a fan of classic rootbeer or looking to try something new with our hand crafted flavored sodas, our lineup of beverages is sure to delight your taste buds. Explore the world of crafted rootbeer and flavored sodas with Chicago Rootbeer – a journey into handcrafted soda perfection awaits!

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chicagorootbeer123 · 5 months ago

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Indulge in Unique Flavors with Hand Crafted Sodas Experience the joy of hand crafted sodas, where each beverage is a masterpiece of flavor. Made from high-quality ingredients and crafted with care, these sodas offer a refreshing twist on traditional drinks. Each hand crafted soda boasts unique flavor profiles, from classic favorites to innovative blends, providing a delightful taste experience for everyone. Perfect for gatherings or a refreshing treat on a warm day, these artisanal beverages are designed to satisfy and inspire. Choosing hand crafted sodas means embracing quality, creativity, and taste, ensuring that every sip is a moment to savor. Discover your new favorite flavor and indulge in the refreshing world of hand crafted sodas.

#Hand crafted Sodas

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ireallyliketrenchcoats · 2 months ago

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MCR Things

“bon the fuck jour”

“i’m like a.. jacket slut”

the way gee changes “oh you look like someone i used to love” (“you look like somebody from the car wash” “you look like somebody i used to work at subway with”)

“i’m a lesbian, i only date girls now”

”this song is about sucking dick for c0c@ine”

“a surprise party for me? You shouldn’t have”

“You’re just rooting for clothes!” “He likes sports! And he likes clothes!”

“i love arts and crafts”

“why don’t you say that into my mouth?!”

“rock and roll is gonna blow up peoples.. private parts”

”not drinking, not partying. just wanted to get something to eat. just wanted a veggie burger”

”i drink soda all night!”

gees grippy hands to ask for mikey’s coffee

“he said he would steal our pets”

#my chemical romance #mcrmy #mcr

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nasa · 5 months ago

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Launch Your Creativity with Space Crafts!

In honor of the completion of our Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope’s spacecraft — the vehicle that will maneuver the observatory to its place in space and enable it to function once there — we’re bringing you a space craft you can complete at home! Join us for a journey across the cosmos, starting right in your own pantry.

Stardust Slime

Ingredients:

1 5 oz. bottle clear glue

½ tablespoon baking soda

Food coloring

1 tablespoon contact lens solution

1 tablespoon glitter

Directions:

Pour the glue into a bowl.

Mix in the baking soda.

Add food coloring (we recommend blue, purple, black, or a combination).

Add contact lens solution and use your hands to work it through the slime. It will initially be very sticky! You can add a little extra contact lens solution to make it firmer and less goopy.

Add glitter a teaspoon at a time, using as much or as little as you like!

Did you know that most of your household ingredients are made of stardust? And so are you! Nearly every naturally occurring element was forged by living or dying stars.

Take the baking soda in this slime recipe, for example. It’s made up of sodium, hydrogen, carbon, and oxygen. The hydrogen was made during the big bang, right at the start of the universe. But the other three elements were created by dying stars. So when you show your friends your space-y slime, you can tell them it’s literally made of stardust!

Still feeling crafty? Try your hand at more pantry projects or these 3D and paper spacecraft models. If you’re eager for a more advanced space craft, check out these embroidery creations for inspiration! Or if you’re ready for a break, take a virtual tour of an interactive version of the Roman Space Telescope here.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

#NASA #astronomy #telescope #Roman Space Telescope #technology #space #science #tech #DIY #crafts #engineering #STEM

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stillnotb1tt3n · 1 month ago

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✗♡✗♡

I can’t stop thinking about abby and her hands.

The feeling of them grabbing at your hips as she hugs you from behind. The way they’d slowly inch around to pull you into a full reverse embrace, putting more pressure into your sides as she squeezed the life out of you.

How small everyday objects looked when she was holding them. A soda can looked like a child’s toy when she had her large hands wrapped around it. Pens and pencils were always hidden when she held them because her muscular hands engulfed them.

How the skin of her palms were hardened and always sent shivers up your spine when she would put her hand to your cheek or wrap a hand around your throat while kissing.

Her finger tips were slightly rough as well but way softer in comparison to her palms. Her nails were well kept and she (modern abby) would always have them painted in a shade of beautiful crimson or black. Always clipped and filed as well, never a hangnail in sight. The dark colors on her nails always made you smile when you caught a glimpse of them while holding hands.

The way those same fingers would drag up your thighs, tracing playful patterns over them as she looked into your eyes and captured your soul. She was so gorgeous her face almost always distracted you from her reaching into your pants and gliding her hands around to your ass. She always loved to dig her fingers in the bare plushness of your skin to remember how soft your body was down there.

You could always tell after she worked out because the veins in her hands were always raging through her reddened skin. You’d always offer her a hand massage each time she’d come home with sore hands. Scrubbing her with sweet smelling sugar scrubs as you worked away at her aches trying to relieve your girlfriend of her pain.

Abby’s hands were crafted by themselves gods I believe (maybe it was the profit :0 )

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

okay i have never posted any writing before anywhere ever but i love abby and i wanted to write something about her😭 i really hope it’s decent <3

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby fluff #lesbian #lesbianism #i love abby so much i wish she was real so i could kiss her #i need abby

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i2sunric · 2 months ago

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𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘 (s.jy)

unrequited love (but is it really?)

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: bestfriend!jake x reader (f)

SUMMARY: you’d loved him quietly for so long, it felt like a part of who you were. but love, when unspoken, had a way of festering. it filled the silences, lingered in the spaces between you, and left you questioning everything.

WARNINGS: heartbreak, too little communication (barely one at all), reader watches from afar, jake is kinda a f boy (but make it romantically, lol), if only they confessed they’d be happy, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 1st December 2024

WC: 2k

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @jakeflvrz @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @laurradoesloveu @beomluvrr @heeshlove @17ericas @riribelle @cloud-lyy (project) @whateverhoon @theothernads

NOW PLAYING: You’re losing me (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift

a/n: very low effort, i’m sorry

Middle school had been a maze of awkward hellos and the formation of friendships, but finding Jake had felt like finding your person.

He'd been the boy who shared his snacks with you when you forgot your lunch, sat beside you in class, whispering jokes that got you both in trouble, and the first person you called when something — anything — happened.

“You're stuck with me now," Jake had said that first day, his grin as bright as the summer sun.

His cheeks were round and he was wearing glasses while his brown hair fell onto his forehead, a beautiful mess.

"Lucky me," you teased, rolling your eyes. But deep inside, you had never felt luckier.

You weren't one to make friendships fast, all your attempts at small talks always ended up being awkward and uneasy, usually with you making a fool out of yourself.

You were glad Jake had been extroverted enough to adopt you.

You still remember the middle school science fair, which was supposed to be a showcase of brilliance and innovation—or so your teacher had declared with far too much enthusiasm. To you and Jake, it was more like a recipe for chaos.

The two of you had decided on making a volcano that would erupt using baking soda and vinegar. It seemed simple enough, but it was proving to be anything but.

"Alright, now we try," he gawked excitedly, holding high the plastic bottle that served for your volcano.

The construction-paper casing you had made in arts and crafts sat beside it, drying after unfortunate an incident involving too much paint.

"Wait," I said, looking at his hands where the measuring cup full was held. "How much vinegar did you put?"

"Uh…" He paused, looking suspiciously guilty. "I don't know. A lot?"

"Jake!" you groaned, trying not to laugh. "It's supposed to be precise! What if it explodes everywhere?"

"That's the point, isn't it?" he shot back, grinning mischievously.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile as Jake dramatically tipped the baking soda into the bottle.

For a moment, nothing happened, and the two of you leaned in closer, peering into the bottle like a pair of amateur scientists.

Then it happened.

With a loud whoosh, the vinegar and baking soda reacted with more enthusiasm than either of you had anticipated. The foam burst out of the bottle, spilling onto the desk and splattering onto your hands and clothes.

"Jake!" you shrieked, jumping back as the foam continued to pour out, dripping onto the floor.

Jake was laughing so hard he could barely stand. "It works!" he managed to choke out gasps for air.

“You're impossible," you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as laughter bubbled out of you.

"Admit it," Jake said, wiping his hands on his already-ruined shirt. "This is way cooler than whatever the other kids are doing."

You shook your head, still smiling. "We're definitely getting detention for this."

"Totally worth it," he said, grinning at you.

Through the years, Jake had been your constant— your rock, your safe haven.

Along the way, your feelings changed. It wasn't his laugh that warmed your heart; it was how his hair fell in his eyes when he was focused on something, the way he would hold the door for you without a second thought, and the way he knew how you were feeling without your ever having to say anything.

But you kept those feelings locked away, terrified of what might happen if you said them out loud.

You thought that maybe, with all the high school matters and puberty hitting, Jake would grow distant from you.

You weren't as popular as him; you liked being on your own or with your small circle of friends, especially due to your awkward nature.

But, much to your surprise, your connection only got stronger.

The hallways were never empty, always alive with laughter, chatter, and the occasional sound of lockers slamming shut. You could usually maneuver them with ease, but today was different.

You could feel it— the weight of whispers, eyes darting toward you, and the kind of sharp-edged giggles that made your stomach churn.

You knew they were talking about you. They usually did.

“She's got Jake wrapped around her finger, and I saw her laughing and sweet talking to Sunghoon too. She wants everybody, uh?”

"I know, right? She's so clingy. It's so embarrassing."

The voices were muffled but not small enough, and their words pierced into you like small, jagged pebbles. You continued walking, trying to keep your head high, but it was hard to avoid the way their laughter trailed after you.

As you turned the corner, almost colliding with him, Jake leaned casually against your locker, waiting for you, just like he always did before class.

His smile vanished the instant he saw your face. "Hey," he said quietly, straightening up. "What's wrong?"

“Nothing," you mumbled, fumbling with your combination lock.

Jake's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down the hall, where the girls were still whispering, their eyes darting between you and Jake. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together.

"Are they bothering you?" he asked, this time sharper.

"No," you said, lying, avoiding his eyes. "It's fine, let's just go to class.

Jake wasn't convinced. He stood there a moment, his jaw clenched, before turning on his heel and walking straight toward the group of girls.

"Jake!" you hissed, grabbing at his arm, but he was already out of reach.

"Hey," he said, his voice even but with a firmness to it as he came to a stop in front of them.

The girls froze; smug expressions faltered under his gaze. "Got something to say about my best friend?"

The hallway grew eerily quiet.

One of the girls, the ringleader of the group, stammered, "W-We weren't talking about her—"

"Right," Jake interrupted her, his tone heavy with sarcasm. "Because I definitely didn't just hear you." he sneered bitterly "Listen, if you've got a problem with her, you've got a problem with me. And trust me, you don't want that."

The girls looked at each other uneasily and then murmured something about needing to get to class, scurrying away.

Jake turned back to you, his expression softening when he saw the mix of embarrassment and gratitude on your face.

"You didn't have to do that," you said quietly as he walked back to you.

"Of course I did," he replied, slinging an arm over your shoulder as if to shield you from the rest of the world. "No one messes with you. Not on my watch."

It was the protectiveness in his voice that warmed your heart, and as the two of you walked to class together, you couldn't help but think that Jake had always been more than just your best friend— he was your safe place, your unwavering ally.

Starting university together had been exciting, a new beginning for the both of you.

New faces, new experiences, and yet the comfort of Jake remained the same. You still would study late into the night together, eat cheap takeout, and walk across campus under the streetlights.

Then Jake started dating.

It wasn't sudden. It began with a girl from his biology class, someone perky and charming.

Then there was a girl in his intramural soccer team, followed by a string of casual dates that never seemed to last long but still stung like tiny pinpricks against your heart.

You told yourself it was fine, that you had no right to feel this way. Jake was your best friend, and he was happy. That was what mattered.

But it's another thing watching him laugh with someone else, watching him give away the pieces of himself you selfishly wanted for yourself— it just hurt in a way no words could describe.

It's one Friday night; Jake convinces you to join him at a party. That wasn't your scene, really, but he had begged, promising it just would not be the same without you.

The music was loud, the laughter even louder, but none of it could drown out the sound of your own thoughts.

You stood by the corner of the room, nursing your drink and pretending not to notice the way Jake's smile lit up the space.

He was in his element: talking, laughing, charming people around him with ease. His dyed blond hair caught the light as he leaned in to hear someone over the noise. And though you tried not to stare, you couldn't help it. He had that effect on you; always had.

You’d loved him quietly for so long, it felt like a part of who you were. But love, when unspoken, had a way of festering.

It filled the silences, lingered in the spaces between you, and left you questioning everything.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice cut through your thoughts, startling you.

You looked up to find him standing in front of you, his signature grin in place. "You've been awfully quiet tonight," he said, tilting his head. "Everything okay?"

You forced a smile, hoping it was convincing. "Yeah, just tired."

Jake studied you for a moment, his gaze softening. "You sure? You've been kind of… distant lately.”

The concern in his voice made your chest tighten. He cared. Of course, he cared. But not in the way you wanted him to.

"I'm fine," you lied, taking a sip of your drink to avoid his piercing gaze.

Jake frowned slightly but didn't push. He never did. It was one of the things you loved about him, his ability to read the room, to know when to give you space.

“Well," he said finally, his voice lightening. "If you need anyone to talk to, you know where to find me."

You nodded, gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Jake."

Yet even as he walked away, your heart was aching, knowing that he'd be there for you but just never in the way you actually needed him to be.

Later that night, after most of the party had cleared out, you found yourself sitting on the back porch, staring up at the stars.

Almost everyone was gone, just a small afterparty happening inside, though you didn't want to be part of any. The chill in the air was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in your chest.

"You okay?" Jake's voice came again, softer this time.

You turned to find him standing in the doorway, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

He stepped outside and sat down beside you, the warmth of his presence seeping into your skin.

"Done cleaning?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, leaning back against the railing. "I was worried about you," he admitted.

Your heart clenched. "I told you, I'm fine."

Jake let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You're an awful liar, you know that?" he eyed you up and down "Seriously, you're quiet. more than usual."

The corner of your mouth twitched, but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. "Maybe I just don't have anything worth saying.

Jake turned to him, his face soft but serious. "You always have something worth saying," he said. "You just don't let people hear it."

It was a comment that hit closer to home than he probably realized, and for a moment, you considered telling him the truth-about how you felt, about how much it hurt to love him from a distance. But fear kept the words locked in your throat.

Instead, you laughed quietly, shaking your head. "You're too good at this, you know?"

"At what?"

"At making people feel seen," you said, glancing over at him. "It's kind of unfair."

Jake chuckled, his gaze softening. "I just care about the people I love," he said simply.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, even though you knew they weren't meant the way you wanted them to be.

"Jake," you started, voice shaking very slightly. "What if—"

But before you could finish, the door behind you creaked open, and someone called his name.

One of his last situationships, asking for him to come inside. To join her.

"Hold that thought," he said, standing up.

You nodded and saw him disappear into the house; his figure grew tiny before tucking into it. It sounded in the air-the speech you wanted to say after he was already out the back door.

And with all that, beneath the vast expanse of star, something struck you - maybe love towards Jake would mostly be experienced in silence: the remembering of moments and convincing you enough even when those weren't.

Because you wanted him, his presence, half of his heart. You knew you would be content, even with a quarter of that.

But nothing would occur if one kept silent, afraid of spoiling all those years of friendship for some fleeting thing.

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moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami · 1 year ago

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— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ pt.2

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: after lord eros' silly little trick, you're now forced to deal with the consequences— more specifically, in the form of a lovestruck luke castellan.

warnings: tons of corny pick-up lines

genre: still very much a romcom

part 1

note: thank you, thank you! all your support for pt.1 means the world to me! really, i couldn't be more grateful 𖹭 i hope you think this brings justice to the first half 𖹭

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” You suppressed the urge to shriek, settling for gritted emphasis instead. You crossed your arms across your chest, your foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floorboards of the Big House.

“Exactly what it means.” Chiron responded, looking at Luke with more amusement rather than concern.

“But he's under a spell,” You reasoned in disbelief. You might have spilled over your words while you explained the rundown to Chiron, but they were coherent enough to at least get that point across.

“It’ll wear off eventually, kid.” Mr. D downed an entire can of diet soda in one go before procuring another one in his outstretched hand. He snickered at the intent puppy eyes Luke was giving you. “That type of love magic won’t last long. Best to let it run its course than tamper with it.”

“But–” You wanted to argue before Mr. D stopped you. He pushed his feet up on his desk.

“Look, at least this proves that your boyfriend actually loves you.” He gave you a pointed look. What does that even mean? “Now, leave.”

You huffed indignantly, but decided against speaking further. You begrudgingly turned around and pulled Luke up by his arm, guiding him towards the narrow hallway that led to the foyer.

“When did I become your boyfriend?” Luke huddled closer to you, whispering as you made your way to the front door.

“You didn’t.” You told him plainly. You shook your head. “You aren’t.”

“Yet.” He responded, his tone a bit mischievous but his gaze sure and determined.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

You leaned your elbows against the table of the crowded Arts and Crafts Center, your chin resting against the pad of your thumbs. You studied Luke with a contemplating gaze.

“I hit you with one of Eros’ arrows.” You told him. This was hardly the proper place to have this conversation, but the rest of the Aphrodite cabin practically hauled you to the building to begin Valentinkering? Valenmaking? (whatever in Tartarus they decided to call it this year).

“Well, I guess you could say I’ve been lovestruck by you.” He said, giving you a stupid little wink as he mirrored your posture.

“Gods, Luke. That was corny as hell.” You flushed almost as crimson as the container of beads in front of you. “Also, I’m serious.”

“And who said I wasn’t?” He challenged. He smirked against his fist, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted. “The fact that you’re under some valentine voodoo makes all your intentions questionable.”

“You wound me.” He feigned offense, pouting as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his chest. “To be fair, my train of thought has always been questionable when it comes to you.”

“Again: unimpressed.” You buried your face into your hands, the second hand embarrassment of his poor attempt at flirting was overwhelmingly potent. Besides, it was difficult not to react when he looked at you so intently, like he was trying to memorize every minute detail of you.

“On a more serious note, I do remember the whole arrow thing.” He told you, his lips pursed. “I don’t blame you; it was a complete accident. It just feels… odd.”

Your ears perked up, worried. “You feel odd?”

“No,” He shook his head. His expression was perplexed, maybe a bit incredulous too. “That’s the thing. I feel completely normal.”

“That is weird.” You agree. You wrap the string in between your fingers around his wrist, measuring it to his size. "Maybe it was just a prank?"

“No. If anything, it’s more like I can’t hold my tongue.” He shrugs. “I can’t help but say what I think.”

“Would that explain the flirting?” You tease. All cheeky, but with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the humor.

He leaned in, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You stare at him, tilting your head. He returns your gaze just as intensely, brown eyes fixed onto yours. He raises an eyebrow as if to question your silence. There was something magnetic between the two of you, pulsing and pulling you closer— maybe not physically, but definitely in other ways unbeknownst to you.

“Woah!” Percy exclaimed with an accusatory edge to his tone, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and his palms raised as if to distance himself from you. “Respect for the children, maybe? Consider shielding my young impressionable eyes from this trauma?”

“Percy!” You squeaked rather uncharacteristically. Annabeth trailed behind closely, pushing a leg over the bench to sit beside you. You smiled at her, tugging her closer by placing your arm around her shoulders.

“Annabeth,” Luke called. “Trade places with me.”

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “No.”

“Come on.” He persisted. He leaned in, almost conspiratorial. “You know, the Stoll brothers have an extensive archive, and I think I may have heard word of them having that Rem Kolhaas book you've been raving about."

Annabeth stopped to consider the offer before ultimately conceding. She stood up from her seat. “That’s a big bribe for a small favor.”

“Know what prices to pay to win your battles.” Luke muttered as he sidled up next to you, grinning triumphantly. His fingers played with the hem of your weathered camp shirt. “Sacrifices aren’t much in the face of victory.”

“Did you just use a bad battle strategy as a flirting tactic?” Annabeth scrunched her nose in distaste. “Gross.”

"Done." You finish tying up the ends, letting the red bracelet dangle in Luke's line of vision.

"It looks so pretty, baby." He compliments you, holding out his wrist. You proudly put it on for him. "Not as pretty as you though."

You scoff. Both Annabeth and Percy imitate gagging noises.

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The only time you ever truly left each other’s side were the few moments of reprieve before dinner where you’d returned to your cabins. The older campers insisted on making the meal a whole affair, complete with a romantic candlelit set-up and a string quartet to serenade everyone. Chiron decided to indulge the request and sent everyone back to freshen up.

“Have fun with your boyfriend?”

“Christ!” You jumped in your spot, turning around to see Eros laying on one of the bunks. His arms were tucked underneath his head, his smile suggestive and knowing.

“Lord Eros,” You bowed.

“That is not your shade.” He tutted, pointing to the tinted gloss in your hand. “Too summery for your complexion this time of year. Go for the pink one. He’ll go berserk.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, facing your vanity once more. You dabbed the product against your lips. You sighed as you inspected your make-up. Once more, he was right.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He shifted to his side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I guess.” You grumbled. You looked down, pretending to look for something in your drawer so he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke refused to leave your side the entire day— his fingers hooked around the belt hoops of your skirt in one way or another. He made a whole spectacle of it too: his big brown eyes tender, his wistful sighs, his shy grins, his playful winks.

“Good.” He clapped his hands. “Gods, the boy has had a crush on you for forever, you know. It was torture watching him pine over you. I can only take so much longing.”

You froze, staring at him through the mirror. He stared back at you.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” He sounded shocked; he was shocked. “You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, how could you not know?! That's like our thing!”

“Well, he hasn’t been obvious, has he?” You rebutted, flicking your wrist.

“Sis, I don’t know what reality you’re living in,” He sat up on the bed, “But that boy wouldn’t know subtle even if it hit him in the face.”

“But surely it’s just because of the arrows.” You rationalized.

“Nuh uh.” He wiggles a finger in the air to deny the accusation. “The arrows you used just accentuate pre-existing feelings. Not make new ones.”

A knock interrupts your conversation. You hurry to fix your hair, brushing it out of the way. Your hands begin to shake with giddy excitement. You feel your heart thrum strongly against your chest, almost wanting to burst out from the confines of your body and find its other half in Luke. Your smile eventually becomes hard to contain.

Eros beams at you, his pupils dilating into hearts again like it did this morning. He opens the door for you and pushes you out. “Have fun with lover boy. Mother sends her regards.”

Luke spins around at the sound of the squeaky hinges. He can't help but pull a hand out of his pocket, his palm lightly grazing his chest. He whistles. “Call me favored by the gods because I think I’ve just entered Elysium.”

“You’ve been with me the whole day.” You responded pointedly, breathless and in love.

“And yet you still manage to take my breath away.” He gasps when you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his nape.

“This is new.” He looks down at you, your noses touching. His hands fall naturally to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of your dress. “But definitely welcome.”

You gaze into his eyes before pressing your lips against his. They felt pleasant and pliant against your own. You tugged Luke closer, your fingers twirling through his curls. His hands squeezed your skin. The kiss burned sweetly, almost as if it’s been waiting in anticipation to happen.

When you both separate for air, Luke gently grabs your hands from behind him. He wraps his fists around yours, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “I’ve been waiting so long for that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You hum. “I figured I might take the first step.”

“Don’t worry.” He presses another kiss against your lips, short and sweet. “I promise to match your pace the rest of the way.”

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satorusugurugurl · 4 months ago

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The Incantation

Summary: You’re bored on a Saturday night with a book of spells? Might as well try to summon an Incubus, but your world is turned upside down when it actually works!

Pairing: Incubus!Gojo Satoru X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: incubus, witch craft, spells, demons, sex, unprotected sex, creampie,

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Kinktober day twelve! Incubus! If I could summon incubus Gojo I would drain him like a succubus!! 💚💚💚

The chalk was a stark white against the wood flooring of your bedroom, only illuminated by the glow of the candles that had been placed north, south, east, and west. You kind of felt stupid, like this was a waste of time, but when you found this old Latin book in the bookshop you worked at, you figured it was a Saturday night; you didn't have a date, so why not try to embrace the Halloween spirit?

Besides, it wasn't like anything would happen with this phony spell in an old book!

You sat on the outside of the circle, humming as you flipped through the pages of the book. “Alright, magic circle, check. Candles are in each direct; check, check! And last but not least, an offering.” You looked around your room, pursing your lips together, thinking of what you could use as an offering. A can of Coke and a bar of chocolate caught your eye.

The coke and chocolate were meant for a little treat after work. But you got so caught up in this book that you hadn’t touched it either. The thought of going downstairs to grab a raw steak wasn't appealing. Especially when you knew deep down, this wasn't going to work.

“Fuck it!”

Grabbing them and putting them inside the circle before flipping back to the book. “Alright, so let's see. With the offering placed, I can now say the incantation and summon an incubus.” You took a deep breath, holding the book in front of you. “Latinam ignore, ideo simulare carmen magicum vocare Gojo Incubus calidum!!” You chanted as you stared at the circle, waiting for nothing to happen like you thought it would. A minute passed before you hummed, looking back at the book. “Latinam ignore, ideo simulare carmen magicum vocare Gojo Incubus calidum?” Again, nothing happened. “Hmm, maybe my pronunciation is o—”

Blue flames rose from the chalk, crackling and burning. You screamed in shock, sitting back and dropping the book as a dark form materialized out of the fire, standing over six feet tall. Smoke rose as a beautiful man yawned, stretching his hands about his head before he reached up, rubbing at the icy blue horns with white tips that grew from his head. His eyes were glowing a bright cerulean blue, framed by long white lashes.

He is so hot!? His hair looked soft, and his pristine white skin reminded you of fresh snow. His pale skin almost shimmered in the blaze of the candles around him. He was flawless in every way one could imagine, which was a stark contrast to the black tunic he was wearing.

“Hi~” His voice was a smooth ass, honey. “You called Sweetheart?”

“I-I—!!”

You were too stunned to speak as this incubus reached down, cracking open the Coke and chugging it down before he ripped open the chocolate bar. “Let me guess.” He skeptically, taking in your curves and the beautiful tone of your skin and your hair. “You found a book, didn’t think the spell would work, and now you’re too shocked to see me.” You watched as clawed fingers the same shade of blue as his eyes and horns worked at the wrapper of the chocolate bar.

“Y-You’re an incubus!” You flipped through the book you had called a fake. “A real-life incubus!”

“Uh-huh~ and I need to break it to you, but chocolate and soda will not satisfy my hunger.”

“O-Oh—“a nervous laugh rose from your lungs. “Uhm, I am so sorry, but this is a misunderstanding. I didn’t think this would work. I never meant actually to summon you.”

“Well, you did, and I used up a lot of energy getting here.” You squeaked as he bit into the chocolate bar, revealing sharp teeth. “Besides, I can smell how pent-up you are.”

You wanted to be disgusted with his assumption, but you were intrigued. Because you were pent up, it had been so long since you had been with anybody. If you were being honest, you weren’t even cutting it out anymore. The depth of your soul, you were hoping this would happen because how hot would it be to have sex with an incubus? The creatures you had read about in your smutty novels.

But now that an actual incubus was standing before you, you weren’t sure if you were as excited as you were at the prospect of it. You knew what incubus were. They were literal demons that feast off of the sexual desire of women. They fed off sex. Suppose you were to go through this, which was a terrible idea. Would you survive? Or would your roommates find you days later? Shriveled up like a raisin.

“I might be bent up, but that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna give it to you.”

“Oh, sure you will.” The demon said with a grin, taking another bite of the chocolate. “Because no one in their right mind would turn down a night with the infamous Gojo Satoru.”

You tilted your head to the side. “The Gojo Satoru? I’ve never heard of you before.” His forked tongue darted out past his lips, running over his bottom one.

“What do you say we change that then? I would love to get more acquainted with you and your body.”

You cross your arms over your chest effectively, pushing your breasts together. “How do I know you’re not going to kill me? Isn’t that what you’re humans until they’re nothing more than empty husks?” That had the demon licking almost insulted at your mischaracterization of him.

“I would never do that! If anything, this might turn into a regular business deal. So what do you say? Aren’t you tired of using those plastic silicone toys of yours? Wouldn’t you rather have the real thing?”

“I don’t know.”

Gojo hummed, finishing the chocolate bar and tossing the wrapper. “How about we make a deal?” Gojo could see the way your eyes brightened.

“A deal?”

“Yeah, I won’t kill you in an exchange. I get to use you every once in a while.” He crouched down, leg spread wide as he eyed you up and down. “I honestly believe it would be beneficial to both of us. You get to get dicked down whenever you do that incantation. And I get to feed from your lust and sex until I’ve had my fill of it.”

You still eyed him like you didn’t trust him all the way, which was brilliant because, as nice as he may be, he was still an incubus. A very hot delicious looking incubus. You sat on your knees, leaning in closer to him.

“You promise?”

“I cross my heart. He did exactly that: a blue glowing ‘x’ formed over his heart. “You have my word, mortal. So what shall it be?”

You continued to stare at each other, heat and tension rising as Gojo eyed your body up and down. Gojo couldn’t remember the last time he had a mortal woman. But he was growing hungrier as he eyed the woman sitting in front of him. He needed you, and he was going to eat you up. He just needed to use a little more of his charm.

In a sudden jolt, you were leaning over the manic circle, grabbing him by the black tunic and slamming your lips against his. They were so soft and sweet, tasting like the chocolate he had eaten minutes before. Your hand tightened around the silky fabric, pulling him closer towards you. The lust and desire flooded the room like a fragrant candle. Both of you lost yourselves in it.

Gojo reached up, cupping both sides of your face as he stepped outside of the magic circle, carrying you to the desk, sitting you down on your ass. In the process of doing so, however, he knocked the stacks of books off your desk, sending them clattering to the floor, which you couldn’t care about because all you wanted was him, this insanely hot incubus.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, pulling away from his lips and running your fingers over his smooth skin. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair and tugging it gently.

“Oh, sweetie, we’re just getting started.” He was fucking smirking, causing your core to throb; he began trailing kisses down the side of your neck, causing you to shudder against him. His sharp teeth graze your skin. “Want to know the best part?” All you could do was hum in response as he cupped your breasts, long, sharp nails ripping at your t-shirt, “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

You moaned in anticipation as you reached down, unbuttoning his pants, “Less talking,” you shoved your hand inside his pants, smirking at the hiss that liege his lips as you found his thick massive cock nice and hard, “and more of that fucking you keep bragging about.” You stroked his cock, winning a growl from him.

“Shit,” he stabbed his nail through the center of your shirt, dragging it down to rip off of you. “You’re one kinky mortal, aren’t you? Look like I’ll be enjoying a feast.” He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and dropping it to the ground.

“Oooh~ I’m a BookTok girlie; I think you’re going to find out you’re my feast.” You stroked him harder, moaning softly as his large hands reached down, cupping your breasts.

“Well, I can’t complain about that.” He cooed, a forked tongue darting out and flicking over one of your nipples. “ I may not know what a BookTok girl is by fuck you're beautiful.” He grunted as you twisted your hand softly around his shaft, “Fuck,” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours, “Are you trying to excite me?”

He trailed his fingers over the sides of your breasts, causing you to shiver under his touch, “Maybe,” you responded, gripping his cock tighter as he began kneading at your breasts, “Oh God, that feels so good.” He squeezed them harder, drawing a gasp from you, “Gojo.”

“Satoru~,” he whispered in your earth, teeth grazing your earlobe. “My name is Satoru~” The pads of his thumbs rubbed over the peaks of your nipples, taking in the way you jumped. “Try saying it while I play with your amazing tits.”

“Satoru,” you growled, pushing his pants down past his amazing ass, “fuck me, please.” Satoru could taste the sugary sweetness of your lust and desire. It made our mouth water as he pulled his cock out, stroking it quickly.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Sweetheart.” You whined as he pulled your shorts and panties to the side, licking his lips, “Looks like this pretty girl is already wet for me.” He laughed, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, watching your slick-coat his fingers. Your intoxicating scent makes his mouth water. “Fuck I can taste you. I need to be inside of you.”

He grabbed your hips, scooting you closer to the edge of the desk, forcing your legs apart., “I need you too.” Gojo’s fingers dug into the sin of your hips, pulling you towards him, allowing the head of his cock to rub against your slickened opening, “please hurry, I need you inside me.”

He slowly eased into you, growling as your walls clamped down on his thick long cock. Your walls twitched, stretching to accommodate his impressive length. You yearned for more, one of your hands gripping the edge of the desk while the other grabbed a handful of his glorious ass easing him deeper inside of you. The two of you were a panting and horny mess as you grew used to the other's body.

“Fuck,” he groans into your ear, his breath tickling your neck, “you're so tight.” He rests his head against the crook of your neck as he bucks his hips into yours.

You're moaning and writhing against him, desperate and hungry for more. His hips are snapping forward faster and harder with every slide of his cock inside of you. Your breasts bounce up and down with every thrust. Your nipples are rubbing against the fabric of his tunic, making them feel insanely sensitive with every brush against the fabric.

Digging your nails into his ass, you start bucking against him, “Faster, fuck me faster.” You tilt your head back as he growls deep from inside his chest as he thrusts faster, “Yeah, just like that, fuck me, Gojo.” and he does as you tell him to do.

He fucked you harder and faster against the desk to the point where it was shaking violently. Sending more books and pends falling to the ground. You should be concerned about your laptop falling to the ground, but that's the last thing on your mind. All that's on your mind is Gojo and his FUCKING monster cock inside of you, stretching you like you've never been stretching. Bringing out a new burning desire you’d never felt before. He was fucking you like you'd never been fucked before.

“You taste so good,” he whispered as he planted kisses against your flushed skin, “your lust is so tasty~ and you. Fuuuck, you’re so beautiful and hot,” he chuckled and growled as you tightened yourself around him, “oh and you’re sexy as hell. “Trust me~ I know.”

“You're,” you whimper, “one,” more whimpers slip past your swollen lips, “to talk.” you finally manage to get out before a scream of absolute pleasure rips through your throat as he slams into you. He was hitting every sweet spot with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to a lovely yet intense orgasm, “oh my fuck,” you whispered against his forehead, “Oh my fucking God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum Satoru! Fucking I-I’m gonna,” your train of thought trailed off as he dug his fingers harder into your hips thrusting deeper inside of you.

He could taste it. Your desire was filling him up. Satisfying the hunger that was so deep, he never thought it would be fulfilled, but you, fuck, you were an exception. One he wasn’t sure he could give up. “Cum for me, pretty girl~,” he grunted, his voice hoarse and ragged in pleasure, “cum all over my cock, cum for me.”

“S-Satoru!” You screamed out loud as you reached up, holding his head flush against your neck as you threw your head back. Waves of pleasure rushed through you as that coil in your abdomen snapped, drawing out gasps and whimpers of pleasure from you, “Fuck, Fuck, fuck!” you whimpered, feeling him twitch inside of you as your inner walls squeezed and clamped down around him.

With a final snap of his hips, Satoru buried himself completely inside of your hot wet pussy. His body stiffened as he growled your name through his teeth. He continued to thrust and roll his hips as he filled you with his seed, and he didn't let up until both of you were gasping for air.

“Now that,” you inhaled deeply, stroking his head, “that's what I call sex.” He laughed slowly, still trying to regain whatever composure he could, “And having hot sex on my desk, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

He somehow managed to pull himself away from your body, his hands reaching up to cup your face, “Well, you have me for the rest of the night.” He growled, the sound causing you to clamp down around him.

“Oh, Toru~ I’m going to make sure you don’t leave here hungry.”

He blinked, tilting his head to the side as you pushed him back. He walked back until the back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back against it. “Oof!” He huffed as you straddled either side of his face, your dripping pussy inches from his mouth. “O-Ooh fuck.” He whispered as you smirked down at him.

“Enjoy the meal, Mr. Demon.” Gojo swallowed hard before he brought you down in his mouth, starting to wonder if you were a succubus yourself.

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