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exhaslo · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 11- Miguel x Reader (Size Kink)

Everyone knows that Miguel was a hard working individual. He did his absolute best to keep everything up and running. As the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel did so much. Almost so that it felt like he never really took care of himself. Miguel always looked exhausted and frustrated. The stress was eating him alive. It was not hard to see why.

You had wiggled yourself into his life by chance. It took a lot of work, but Miguel opened up to you and started a relationship. You were always there to ease his stress. To calm him down with just a simple hug. Sometimes, you wished for more. You felt like Miguel was afraid of having sex with you. Like he needed to hold himself back. You knew that it was not healthy for him. Hopefully, today you could finally help him break out of that mold.

You and Miguel had been dating for about three months. You were a smart cookie and figured out that he was Spiderman. The embarrassment on his face when you confronted him was so cute. Hopefully, you will get a new kind of embarrassed face today. You were finally going to try and get Miguel to let loose. You were going to treat Miguel and give him the best sex of his life...and yours. This was a first for you, but it has been long enough.

"Hey, Miggy!" You chirped as he entered your apartment. You embraced him with a kiss, "I made dinner, why don't you wash up first?" You offered.

Miguel replied with a soft grunt, wanting to hold you a bit longer. It made you happy every time since he lifted you off your feet, literally. Miguel was huge. You felt so small beside him. You knew it was cliché, but you loved making jokes about his height. Asking about the weather, letting him know that ladders don't exist for him, all the dumb things. Miguel let you since he loved how happy it made you. You hummed happily as you prepped a big portion for Miguel. He was a big boy and worked hard, he needed to eat a lot.

"Huele bien, cariño. ¿Cuál es la ocasión? (Smells good, sweetheart. What's the occasion?)" Miguel asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shivered at his breathe against the back of your neck,

"Just wanted to treat you. You need a break," You replied, feeling his wet hair drip against your shoulder, "Sit and eat. I'll dry your hair,"

"Se supone que debo tratarte como a una princesa y no al revés. (I'm supposed to treat you like a princess, not the other way around.)" He said with a chuckle.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he laughed. Why did he have to be so charming? Hiding your face in a fresh towel, you stole glances of your boyfriend. Miguel always treated you right, now you had to return the favor. You took a moment to stare at his broad back. Oh how his shirt defined his muscles. Wiping the drool from your mouth, you wrapped the towel around his head and proceeded to dry him off. You can have your fantasies later.

"How's the food?"

"Delicious as always." Miguel gave his thanks.

He looked up at you, wanting a kiss, to which you gave him. You removed the towel, watching as Miguel took his empty plate to the sink. His butt so perfect in those sweatpants. Oh, tonight was defiantly going to be for Miguel...but also for you. Watching your boyfriend return to the couch, you hopped over and landed on his lap. Your legs spread over his legs, attempting to trap him in place while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Miguel, I'm going to treat you well tonight, okay?" You seemed hesitant now, worried for your performance. Miguel held your hips,

"Are you sure?"

You pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips through the fabric, "I'm sure." You replied, feeling his bulge already rising. Miguel lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom,

"Sólo voy a advertirte que tengo esta pequeña cosa. (Just going to warn you, I do have this one little thing.)" He warned, towering over you on the bed.

"Nothing about you is little," You teased.

Miguel grumbled lowly. He wanted to warn you, but it might be best for you to find out. You watched as Miguel took his clothes off, following suit. This was the first time you were going to see him naked and visa versa. Your eyes almost boggled out of your head as you saw his cock. He was covering his face with his hand. You could have sworn he was hiding a chuckle. Miguel was totally laughing at you for staring at his monster of a cock.

"Little my ass," You teased once more, approaching him.

Miguel watched you with a gleam in his eyes. Yes, you were little compared to him. He had been itching to fucking your tiny pussy with his large cock. To hear you cry from overstimulation as he stuffed you full. There was a part of him that wanted to break you, but he loved you too much. Miguel was worried that his cock was not going to fit, that he might hurt you. He hadn't even prepped you yet. Miguel let out a soft groan as your tongue licked his shaft. Your soft lips on his tip,

"Cuidado, cariño, no te hagas daño. (Careful, baby, don't hurt yourself.) He groaned.

You glanced up at Miguel, your tongue swirling against his tip. You were going to treat him. Miguel was too kind to you. Honestly, you had every right to be worried. His dick was larger than your biggest dildo. Just the thought of him ripping you in half was making you soak. Placing your lips against his cock again, you did a soft sucking motion. Miguel's groans were making your body tremble. Who knew he could make such noises?

You had to balance yourself and hold onto Miguel as you sucked him. Your other hand fingering yourself. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes as you tried to take him deeper. His dick was already hitting the back of your throat and you were only half way. You moan as Miguel placed his hand on your head, gently moving you.

"Joder, eso es correcto. Chúpame la polla con esa boquita sucia tuya. (Fuck, that's right. Suck my cock with that dirty little mouth of yours.)" He moaned lowly, sending shivers down you spine, "Mírate siendo una buena chica para mí. ¿Estás disfrutando de mi polla en esa boquita tuya? (Look at you being such a good girl for me. Are you enjoying my cock in that little mouth of yours?)"

So this was his little issue. Miguel was such a dirty talker, but it made you even more horny. You gasped as Miguel removed you from his dick. The look in his eyes was fierce. Lust nearly consuming him as his pupils dilated. He tossed you on the bed, hovering over you. He took your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers removing yours. You whined in response, but Miguel quickly turned those into moans as he entered one finger. He took your hand in his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers.

"Hah....hah....Mig...Miguel...I'm..." You grinded your hips against his hand, feeling your orgasm arriving. Miguel smirked as he pumped his finger, curling it to draw your orgasm out,

"Impresionante, ¿mi dulce ángel tiene problemas para tomar mi dedo? Tengo que prepararte para la comida principal. Voy a estirar tu bonito coño con mi polla, cariño. (Awe, is my sweet angel having trouble taking my finger? Gotta get you prepared for the main meal. I'm going to stretch your pretty pussy with my dick, sweetheart.)"

Those words alone made you cum. Miguel's pupils were blown as he watched you drench his hand. He chuckled as he watched your face twist with pleasure as he added another finger. Your moans getting louder as you opened your legs wider. Miguel inhaled at the sounds you were making. Your little cries, your sexy moans and of course your throbbing pussy squishing at his fingers. Oh, you were going to look so pretty taking his cock in full.

"You're doing so good, baby. Cum again for me. Doing so, so good." He whispered in your ear, curling his fingers right at that sweet spot.

You arched your back once more, crying out his name as he drew another orgasm out of you. So much for treating him. Trying to catch your breathe since you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you gasped at Miguel. He towered over you once more, cock in hand. You had to admit that you were scared, but also excited. Watching Miguel pump his cock with his own hand made you spread your legs out for him.

"Let me know if it hurts," There was your loving boyfriend poking out of his lustful state.

You could only nod. Miguel positioned himself and started to poke his tip inside you. You gripped the bedsheets below you. He was so big. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock. Biting your lower lip, you tried your best to not cry out. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear as he kept pressing himself into you. Your hips buckled, shaking as Miguel stopped for a moment. He was letting you adjust before continuing his entry.

"Eso es cierto bebe. Eres tan apretado. Sí, lo estás haciendo muy bien. Joder, te sientes tan bien acogiéndome. (That's right, baby. You're so tight. Yes, you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel so good taking me in.)" He groaned.

You whimpered, holding onto him as he stopped. He kissed all over your face before looking down at you. You could see the sparkles in his eyes as he watched his dick almost completely engulfed by you. You felt it too. He was hitting you so deep that you were seeing stars. The pain was subsiding and all you wanted was for Miguel to start moving. Your fear had disappeared as you tried to buckle your hips. Miguel gripped your hips,

"Look at how good you're doing," Miguel grunted as he pulled out before slamming inside you.

You nearly yelled out a moan as you felt him hit you deeper than he just was. Your breathing grew heavy as your vision started to blur. With each rough thrust, you felt Miguel getting deeper and deeper. You heard him grunt, complaining about him being almost fully inside you. How good you felt around his cock. How your tight gummy walls were just sucking him in. Everything he was saying was making you explode with pleasure.

"S-Tan cerca. Lo estás haciendo muy bien. Mira, estoy completamente dentro de ti ahora. Joder, qué bien. Envuelto alrededor de mi polla. (S-So close. You're doing so good. Look, I'm fully inside you now. Fuck, so good. Wrapped around my cock.)" Miguel babbled lowly, feeling himself about to burst.

You whimpered another moan, cumming once more. Miguel kept asking for more, watching you break from overstimulation. He licked your tears away, enjoying your blissed out face. The cute lil 'o' you made with your mouth every time he hit your cervix made him hard. Tightening his grip against your hips, Miguel grunted once more,

"Fuck, baby. Bebe, cariño. Déjame ver cómo tu lindo y pequeño coño se llena con mi semen. (Drink up, sweeheart. Let me watch your pretty little pussy fill with my cum.)" He moaned.

You cried out, filling Miguel fill you. The small little bulge your stomach made as he finished filling you made him grunt. As much as he wanted to stay inside you, having you wrapped around his cock, he pulled out. Another groan escaped his lips as he heard a pop from your pussy as he pulled out. His cum dripping out. Miguel picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom,

"Told you it was a small issue," You kissed the top of your head. You muffled a groan, resting your head against his shoulder,

"There is...nothing small about you," You laughed weakly. Miguel stepped into the bathroom with you between his legs,

"Tienes razón, pero hiciste muy bien al acogerme. No puedo esperar a volver a ser tu más alto. (You're right, but you did so good taking me in. I can't wait to tower over you again.)" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

"Easy, big boy. Let me rest first, then next time...I will try and treat you."

"Haha, can't wait."

#kinktober #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman

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pianokantzart · 2 years ago

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YES! GOOD! I’m going to just going to analyze the whole dinner scene, because it’s one of my favorite parts of the movie.

Mario and Luigi walk in, and immediately the whole room lights up to greet them. Despite everything that follows, one thing is clear: The Mario Brothers are happy to see their family, and the family is happy to see them.

The whole family confirms that they watched their commercial. Everyone except their mom insists the commercial was a bad idea, but the fact that they all watched it speaks to the fact that there is no indifference regarding Mario and Luigi’s dream. They’re eager to see where this endeavor leads, even if they think it’s going to end in failure.

The moment Mario and Luigi sit down at the table, their uncles begin laying into them like it’s open season on financially struggling plumbers. Just full blown, no-holds-barred roast mode on their nephews.

Mario is on the defensive, but he doesn’t get angry, he’s just trying to argue his side. Clearly this is typical behavior for Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur. They’re loud, overly honest, and obnoxiously confident in their opinions. Uncle Arthur, thankfully, has his wife to keep him in check. Uncle Tony, however, who is seated next to poor Luigi, is an absolute menace.

Luigi ignores all the teasing. He is only interested in getting food, but this is not an easy task. Tony’s verbal arguments are all directed at Mario, but Luigi is the one who gets prodded and shoved around, and that makes getting dinner next to impossible.

Luigi attempts to serve himself salad, attempts to ask for a roll, attempts to eat the mushrooms being put on his plate, and at every turn he’s either pushed away or talked over. He is clearly very soft spoken compared to the other men in his family, and never quite had the strength to stand up for himself... after all, everyone means well, they just lack self awareness. It isn’t worth the fight.

Thankfully, Luigi’s mom comes to the rescue, and puts a bowl of soup in front of her boy. She’s the queen of the caretaker role, making sure all the loose ends are tied up and that everybody eats.

But on the flip side, it’s interesting to note that once the uncles start tearing into Mario, Mario’s Dad serves him up a plate of food. He may have just been serving the person next to him because that was the polite thing to do, but I have a theory...

I think that this wasn’t the first night that Mario and his uncles went at each other. I think Mario’s Dad read the room, and figured that if Mario was going to spend dinner playing defense, he should at least remember to eat while doing so.

It also speaks volumes that Mario’s Dad doesn’t voice his disapproval until Mario asks for his opinion. Before then he avoids the subject and lets everyone else do the talking, but so long as he’s being questioned directly, he can’t help but be honest.

“I think... you’re nuts. You don’t quit a steady job for some crazy dream.” This sounds like a voice of experience. Mario’s Dad has the figure of someone who has worked physical labor for a good portion of his life (look the size of those arms). He may have had dreams of his own when he was younger, but he had a wife and kids to worry about, and family took priority.

Speaking of family taking priority: “... and the worst part? You’re bringing your brother down with you.” That settles it. The conversation has gone from a casual roast session to dead serious. The entire room falls quiet as Mario puts down his fork and storms off.

“What’d I say?” Everybody at the table (except the niece, she’s long since checked out) gives Mario’s Dad different versions of the look™. Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur have the same “Jesus Christ bro, you didn’t have to go there” expression, and Luigi just looks hurt on Mario’s behalf. His Dad, however, is just confused.

He didn’t get the gravity of what he said. His relationship with his own brothers– loudmouthed schmucks who call their own shots – is completely alien to what Luigi and Mario have. He probably knows Mario is protective of Luigi, but he doesn’t realize the depth of responsibility Mario feels for him. Anyone can see that Luigi is loyal to his brother, but Mario alone knows how loyal he is, and the implication that he’s betraying that loyalty is intensely painful.

I doubt Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony truly relate to Mario and Luigi’s relationship either, but they’ve probably teased Mario enough to understand one thing: bringing Luigi into it is a line you do not cross.

Conclusion:

There is a lot of love in the Mario family.

Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur are definitely the most insufferable of the bunch, but there is no malice in their teasing. While they are brash and overbearing, it’s all in good fun, and they get visibly uncomfortable when things go too far and someone actually ends up hurt.

Luigi seems to take after his mother; kind, nonconfrontational, and happily invested in a supporting role. While his Mom cares for and assists the family, Luigi cares for and assists his brother, both emotionally and in his business ventures.

Mario, in the meantime, takes after his Dad, who appears to be the oldest of the three brothers. He doesn’t always think before speaking, but he isn’t constantly running his mouth like Arthur or Tony, and acts with the gravity of someone who bears a lot of responsibility. He doesn’t quite “get” his sons, but he knows enough to see that Luigi follows his brother everywhere, and Mario does not always think before jumping into things. Despite what Mario may believe, his Dad doesn’t see him as a “joke” so much as he sees him as an impulsive young man who doesn’t grasp the consequences of his actions. But Mario does understand the consequences of his actions, he just dreams big, and... thanks to Luigi... actually has the support he needs to pursue those dreams.

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario brothers movie #Luigi #Mario #Not Art #mario commentary #This got a lot longer than I thought it would #There were a lot of thoughts #Super Mario Brothers #Long Post

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slashersidewhore · 2 years ago

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Slashers! HC S/O nearly killed by a victim

Slashers!Sinclair brothers x gn!reader

Includes Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: max angst, lots of self deprecating thoughts from the slashers, blood, mentions of gore, lots of violence, happy ending (you survive!)

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t supposed to be at the house, Bo was sure you were out getting groceries, you told him you were

You placed the several brown bags you could carry from the pickup onto the kitchen counter, used to the silence that filled the dimly lit home

Turning to make your way back outside, you froze in your spot when merely a few yards away stood a man, face twisted in agony, blood covering the lower portion of his body, it looked like he’d been stabbed by Vincent’s sheers, so why was he upstairs?

“You’re one of them”

The man seemed to only grow in size from the sheer mass of his clear anger, chest puffing to reveal a stutter in his breath, as if he was using borrowed time

You weren’t sure if saying anything would help, you were bringing in groceries, of course you were one of them, there was no way to free yourself from this situation

Glancing over at the knife block, wide eyes switched back to the man who had seen the subtle movement, brows furrowing, and then he charged

“They killed my girlfriend!”

The stranger snarled as he gained on you, hands reaching out to grab your arm, your neck, whenever he could reach in his rage fueled attack

Slipping on your heel to get to the knives, the recently mopped floor proved to be a disadvantage, only giving the man a better angle to grab the collar of the back of your shirt, pulling it back, before slamming you into one of the counters

The impact against your stomach wasn’t pleasant, you could feel the bruise already forming as you were dragged back, grabbing anything you could as pitiful noises left your lips

Throwing the salt and pepper shakers, a clean plate, anything at him you could get your hands on, nothing seemed to faze him as you threw you against the adjacent cabinets

Forehead slamming into the sharp edge of wood, red filled your already blurring vision, your weak yelp for anyone nearby that could help fell deaf on the empty corridors of the house, where the hell were the guys?

“You sick bitch, you’re all sick”

The man spat in your face, spit hitting your cheek as he did so, then he was once again lifting you from where he’d tossed you like a rag doll, this time letting your body fall rather limply to the tiled floor

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, if it’s the last thing I do”

You could hear the slight motion of the man reaching over your body, plucking a knife from the block a few feet away and kneeling over your aching body

His legs were at either side of your hips, arms raised high as he didn’t think twice before lowering the weapon

A shout echoed from the near distance, heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, in a last ditch effort with all the remaining strength to could muster, you lifted a knee to the mans crotch, resulting in a deep howl of pain, and a burning sensation as the knife landed deep in your shoulder

Then the man was off of you, ripped from your body by someone far stronger, the shouting picked up again, the enraged, bellowing noises bouncing off the walls as you figured the escaped victim was being rightfully dealt with

Right as the man’s shadow was gone, another more broad figure appeared over you, this time at the side of your injured body.

“Oh baby, oh fuck,” It was Bo’s voice, his tones drawl making your heart flutter, or was that the stab wound? It felt as if the room was spinning in its axis, turned upside down and steeping your body in darkness, “Shit, I thought ya were outta the house.”

Vincent was hovering in the distance, gauging the wound from the distance he stood before rushing off the gather the proper items to best help you. Bo was at a loss, wanting to lean down while also warning himself that his touch would only cause more pain. Why were you home? Why didn’t he check the house first? Why did he just assume you would be out for hours? This was his fault, he left you vulnerable and alone, in a place he knew could bs unsafe when they brought, “guests”, home. Your weak whine of his name drove his stomach to lurch forward, bile trying to climb him throat, body hot to the touch with panic and his eyes swam with guilt.

“I’ve got ya now, nothin’ll hurt ya anymore,” Bo fell on his ass to get closer to you, lifting your upper body carefully before laying it steadily in his lap. Your pained wince at being moved to any extent shot right through the man’s heart, his body folding over yours slightly, almost as if trying to protect what was left of you from the outside world. Your delicate cries as blood seeped through your clothes only drew the man further from rationally, mind racing at what he would do to the dead body mere feet away when he was done tending to you, “Vincent! Get yur ass in here!”

“I’m here baby, don’t ya worry, I’ve got ya.”

Vincent Sinclair

You were never involved with the victims, as much as Vincent trusted you, he didn’t trust any stranger within a mile of Ambrose, the thought of someone full of fear or anger anywhere in your vicinity made his skin crawl beneath his usual wool sweaters

Luckily for the town over, there weren’t three deranged brothers causing havoc, in fact it was odd being in a populated area where no one even knew of Ambrose’s happenings, or the men beneath it

So when a van full of curious, college aged boys came strolling through the, “abandoned”, streets, you had made the choice to go out for the day, visit that nearby town where Vincent knew you would be safe for the most part

Which lead to the present, where you were calmly walking back to Ambrose along the two lane, quiet, wooded backroad, wicker basket in hand with various items you deemed interesting enough to take back

Although the snap of a branch caught your ear, a man no older than you stumbling along the path, if the splatters of blood along his body weren’t an indicator of where he’d left, the thick globs of wax painting his left arm did

“Miss? Fuck, help me!”

The man called to you, clearly desperate in his current predicament, there wasn’t much you could do, you didn’t have a cellphone, you’d already been walking for a half mile, what could you possibly be able to help him with?

“There’s these crazy guys that tried to kill me! We need to get away from here!”

Before you could even summon a response, the staggering stranger that had since gotten closer paused, face pursing, lips tight as a look of realization crossed his face

“Your face, there were drawings of your face in that basement”

“I don’t know what you mean, here, let’s-“

You didn’t get much of a sentence out before the man was pushing you to the ground, intentions clear as he kneeled above you, planting your lower body to the gravel side of the road before punching aimlessly at your face

“Please-“

“You’re with those sick bastards aren’t you? You must be fucked in the head too, after all the bodies I saw!”

The punches kept landing, your nose surely broken by the onslaught, blood draining down your jaw, by your ears, into your mouth

The heavy smell of iron palette-able as another swift hit was served to your mouth, bottom lip busting open with thick, red spilling out

The man just kept screaming in your face, spit flying as he did so, it was as if his rage fueled attack would never cease, maybe he hadn’t gotten hurt all that much and his adrenaline was through the roof

Either way it was as if the beating was only getting worse as the minutes ticked by, you felt lucky he didn’t have an actual weapon on his person

As if some kind of saving grace had heard you, the rumbling of what sounded like a familiar old pickup roared in the distance, getting louder by the second

Right as the shriek of tires echoed across the otherwise silent road, your tired eyelids fluttered shut, allowing the all consuming haze to take its place in your body

Some time later

“How the hell should I know when she’s gon’ wake up?” That voice was familiar, the low timbre of an accent you knew all too well. It was buzzing through your head, and although you were thankful to even be here to listen to it, there was one thing you wished was present as well.

“Hey, her eyes are opening,” And that’s when you heard the shuffling, heavy boots on a concrete floor, when Bo’s agitated voice once again striking your growing headache, “alright, alright! I’m goin’.”

An all too warm, fuzzy feeling filled your chest when Vincent’s head popped into view, hair tied back loosely with little bits of wax here and there. Although lumbering over you, his movements were cautious, slow and steady as you could make out his eyes scanning your form meticulously. It felt as though you were one of his pieces of artwork, carefully watched over to make sure you wouldn’t melt.

“Vince, are you okay?” Your whisper of a question caused the man’s head to drop into the crook of your neck, whether overwhelmed or still worried it just seemed he needed a moment to process all that had happened. It was only minutes ago you were still out cold, laying on one of his work tables as Bo stood with a disapproving look. Art supplies strewn, chairs overturned, even the most delicate wax sculptures he’d done were crumbled on the floor. The man hadn’t been able to contain the absolute ice that ran through his veins upon seeing Lester carrying your lifeless form into the house, especially considering he didn’t even know if you were still alive.

Large, rough hands shaking like a kitten, the man leaned back to run his fingers over the side of your injured face, the touch gentle, barely there. The soft tilt of his head told you he was fine, seemingly still stressing about your current state. As you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized one of Vincent’s wood sweaters covered a portion of your upper body, like a makeshift blanket. Fingers weakly knocking into his elbow, the masked man took notice and immediately intertwined them with his, palm warm against yours. His free hand reached up to caress your jaw, without words but as if to say,

‘You’re safe now.’

Lester Sinclair

Lester wasn’t ever particularly involved in the murders, in fact he felt his best work was cleaning up the eventual aftermath

That being said, you were usually by his side at all hours, both day and night, keeping him and Jonsey company

“Be right back darlin’”

Lester flashed a toothy grin in your direction, sitting on the hood of the trunk while he hoisted a large, dead dead over his shoulder

This had been majority of the day so far, you enjoying the shady sun while he hauled carcasses of roadkill over to the designated dump sight

“I’ll stay right here!”

You chuckle, watching the red dusting over his ears fade as he continued to walk further down the slope

Glancing down to where Jonsey was laying, you did a double take when the little lady had somewhere vanished, head whipping side to side, yes she was an independent dog but that doesn’t mean you didn’t worry sometimes

Barking in the distance cut through your immediate panic, somewhere off to the left in the densely wooded forest

“Jonsey?”

You called as you hopped off the cars hood, jogging towards the sounds origin as it only continued

It didn’t sound like her normal bark though, it was vicious, angry, maybe she’d run into a squirrel or other wild animal of some kind that had gotten her all up in action

“There you are girl!”

You exclaimed as your turn around the tree revealed the dog, facing away from you, as your eyes left the furry creature it landed on a man not much older than you, standing before you and Jonsey with a knife in hand

“Sorry about my dog, she can be overly cautious”

You tried to reason, deflecting from the chance he may know more than you hoped, and unfortunately his fist only clenched further around the blades handle, face pulled in a snarl

“Yeah, the same dog I saw in that auto shop, with that guy who killed my girlfriend”

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re here to do-“

Before you could even finish your statement he was already on you, knocking you back with a heavy hand before slashing towards your stomach

Thankfully you were able to dodge the first swing, although he wasn’t stopping anytime soon, in fact your fear only seemed to spur him on as he swung again, and again

Unfortunately he had backed you into a tree, another aim at your body immediately ripping through your (Lester’s) shirt, blood leaking from ripped skin, another across your forehead, red spilling into your waterline as your thunderous scream of Lester’s name left your quivering lips

“I didn’t kill your girlfriend”

“But you’re chummy with the bastard that did”

His final strike ended with him aiming down and up, the smooth surface of the knife gliding into your skin like butter, the sob it ripped from you was pitiful, as was the way you fell to your knees

Then a gunshot rang out

“Darlin’?” There stood Lester, rusty, old shotgun in hand that was still aimed at the now fallen body, lowering it too glance over at you in panic. His rushed footfall crunched leaves, his quick footing hit a root and nearly tripping him if his objective wasn’t so focused on. Dropping to your level, the man held his hands to where you were gripping your wrist.

“Show me, how bad is it?” The concern and fear tainting his voice was almost painful to hear, pulling your palms away to reveal a river of crimson. Hissing as he lifted the edge of the shirt you had stolen from him this morning, to reveal a bloody but shallow wound. It looked as if the guy had missed, only slicing at your side, not your gut as he most likely planned.

“Hurts,” you mumble as your body begins to try and lose consciousness, the adrenaline now leaving your system. Lester caught on, leaning you into him before lifting you against his slim body, careful to not press into any of your injuries, “Lester”.

“I know honey, I’ll get ya all patched up, don’t ya worry.” The man shouldered your weight, holding a tough facade despite the way his heart was slowly crumbling inside his chest cavity. If he made it one second later, you could’ve been gone forever. The thought felt like ice water poured over his head, sinking into his veins. Next time he would have to watch over you better, keep you safer. No, there wouldn’t be a next time, he would make sure no one could even attempt to get near you.

“Ain’t ever gonna let that happen again”

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overlydeniableteddy · 2 months ago

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Grandma’s House

Feedee POV / Force & Hand Feeding / Clothes Bursting

Staying at Grandma’s was always a risk, her portions always seemed way too much for the two or three people she usually cooked for. “It gives me practice for the holidays!” She would always exclaim when you told her she’d given you too much, even though you knew she never cooked at the family holidays. Either way, you didn’t have a choice now in what you ate, it was either stay at Grandma’s for free or face the climbing rents of the college accommodation. So Grandma’s it was, you just had to be careful of what you ate in case you ended up like your uncle who was the last of her kids to move out, he’d ended up as 450lbs and still managed to find a wife who’d helped him lose the weight.

You’ve been here for a month, college was going well and you’d made some friends too but you weren’t close enough yet to stay over to try and avoid your Grandma’s cooking. Not that it was bad but you always ended up eating everything on your plates and hers, much to your resistance and a lot to her insistence. Since your grandfather had passed, she seemed more insistent on making sure you were well fed, even if it meant going over your capacity. So far, it hadn’t had a major impact on your waistline, I mean, some of your clothes were starting to feel a bit tighter and started to ride a little bit up and down your body when you moved but it was manageable damage. You were going to start at the gym soon, trying to work off all the calories that had been packed into your meals.

***

A few months go by and things are still going well, you’d started at the gym which seemed to be going well, you weren’t losing any weight though. In fact, it was only increasing your appetite and quite substantially too, and Grandma loved seeing you actually begin to gorge yourself during dinner (eating your own massive portion and the three quarters of her dinner she never touches). Working out was beginning to get harder, despite all your best efforts to lose weight, it was still snaking its way onto your plumper figure. Your growing belly had started to make things harder when doing cardio, feeling your large body bounce and sag with every step, you were getting tired more quickly. You’d noticed not too long ago as you were trying to force yourself into a pair of jeans that had once been too baggy (you were supposed to exchange them for your actual size but couldn’t be bothered too), that these were the last pair of jeans you owned that could even accommodate your increasing size.

When you told your Grandma, she smiled and said you both could go to the store and get you some new clothes, you agreed tentatively and tried to ask her about trying to shrink your meal sizes because of how big its impact was on your body but she brushed you off with a pinch of your arm fat.

Getting dressed before your big shopping trip, you find yourself in front of your mirror surveying the damage of the months living with Grandma. It was no mistake that your thighs had gotten bigger, there had never been a gap between them but now that you were standing there, you saw that they now seemed to push themselves away from each other. Your belly too had grown tremendously, a big orb of fat clinging to your torso, its building quite the hang too with budding love handles that fold thickly on your sides. Unfortunately for you, the weight gain had found your face and gave you a cherub’s features, chubby chipmunk cheeks and a thick double chin had started forming around your once angular face. What would your parents think? They also knew the risks of staying with grandma but they thought you were grown enough to not cause too much damage to your once trim body. But they were wrong, now standing in front of the mirror, you’re clearly at least 100lbs heavier than when you came here.

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You jump, you heave, you suck in. Nothing you do can get the jeans over the ass and belly of yours, they’re just to fat now and this was the last pair of jeans they had in stock. You feel your eyes stinging with tears, tentatively placing a hand on your flabby gut and give it a jiggle. Violently, you begin to shake every fat part of you body watching yourself jiggle in crescendo as you begin to sob.

Hearing the slapping of flat, your Grandma walks in and places her hands on yours. Her sweet eyes look at you with innocence, she chuckles slightly.

“Even when your uncle still lived at home, he didn’t give in that easily!! I never would’ve guessed you would be the grandchild who’d fatten up this much!!”

She laughs and gives your belly a gentle rub, something switches in your brain. How soft and gentle her hands are on your fat body, how soothing her words are— you feel yourself push your body more towards her, desperate for her silent approval of the changes in your body.

“Now now, those jeans aren’t going to be any good for someone who’s still growing!! You need something comfier— I know just what you need!!”

She smiles at you mischievously and hands you a set of sweatpants and a sweater with a tshirt too, matching of course. So that’s what you buy, only ten sets of sweats and a matching tshirt, uncertain why you’d need a matching top and bottoms. But they fit and they were flexible so they stretched nicely over your growing body and when you grew out of them, they still gave you a chance to get a new set before the seams ripped in the sweatpants.

Your weight continues to climb, your body becoming flabbier and more rounded but you don’t mind now. You and Grandma have an understanding with each other now, you take your classes online so you don’t have to waddle far and she gets to feed you incessantly and give you belly rubs to for when you get too full.

Your family was shocked to say the least when you ambled up the driveway a mere six months after you moved in with Grandma for college. They begged and pleaded you to go on a diet or back to the gym but with Grandma’s hand buried in your love handles, you knew with her support and insistence— you’d never be skinny again.

#overlydeniablewrites #stuffed fatty #wg text #ftm feedee #fatty getting fatter #queer feedee #trans feedee #wg encouragement #feed me #feeding you fatter #overlydeniablethoughts #feedee pov #stuffed feedee #stuffed piggy #feedee story #wg story

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)

(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)

Tim/Masky

Hear me out... corn maze

I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again

He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)

Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus

He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes

"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."

Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out

Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D

Eyeless Jack

This man LOVES carving pumpkins

He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours

He'll love it if you help him!

If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details

If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools

You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see

If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down

If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details

"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"

"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."

Jeff the Killer

Another pumpkin carving enjoyer

But for a different reason... a very different reason

He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins

He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides

That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)

It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work

He just gets this look in his eye...

"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"

"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"

Nina the Killer

You best bet she's the costume queen

Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes

She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection

High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!

You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes

She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible

Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)

"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"

"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."

You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes

You guys dominate costume competitions

Jane the Killer

Horror movies!!

Specifically, making fun of them

You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything

No horror film is safe from your scrutiny

If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you

"Ooh, I can't look!"

"Oh, come on. Look—I bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."

When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared

She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"

She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you

Ticci Toby

Halloween sweets are his bread and butter

Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...

He would perish if you made anything homemade for him

Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them

He will not share with anyone but you

And even you only get a small portion of his goodies

Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids

"Where did you get all that candy?"

"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."

"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."

Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #masky x reader #eyeless jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #nina the killer x reader #jane the killer x reader #ticci toby x reader #masky #tim wright #jeff the killer #nina the killer #jane the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 months ago

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Free one!

Logan rifled through your kitchen, taking just a minute to appreciate that you didn't share your older brother's pechant for glitter bombs and bullshit (sometimes literal). And that you liked to put things in places that made sense.

He also appreciated opening your freezer and finding ready made, labeled and dated homemade meals. Hello, parentified child syndrome... sometimes it came in handy. He was starving and if you made it it was probably pretty good, even reheated.

But, thanks to your efficiency, it didn't take him long to put together some dry toast and a room-temperature Gatorade. He figured that if it worked for a hangover it would probably work for dehydration and your migraine. And as an afterthought he grabbed a piece of the jerky in the fridge for your dog guessing that it couldn't hurt to try and make friends if he was gonna hang out.

"Okay, kid," Logan said, offering you the cup with a straw first, "sip that."

"Taking it on faith this isn't poisoned," you murmur, pulling yourself slightly upright.

"Nah," Logan said. "Not my style. I am gonna raid your freezer though, fair warning."

You nod and take a careful sip before accepting the plate, "Help yourself. Stew, lasagna, and I think there's something else? Maybe some meatloaf. Single portions so-"

"So I'll have to make more than one because they're you sized?" he said smirking.

"Probably."

Logan nodded and offered Trigger the jerky carefully. The dog sniffed it and eyed him suspiciously but took it, getting off the sofa to curl up on his bed and eat it.

"Believe it or not," you tell Logan around a nibble of toast, "if he got off the couch that's a passing grade."

He snorted and watched the dog lick his chops and proceed to nose around in his bed until he found his bone, "I'd hate to see a failing one."

"Usually he just takes it and growls if you fail," you muse. "He's too polite to bite anyone unless they earn it."

#Wolverine #Wolverine x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #writer!reader

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audreyscribes · 8 months ago

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:💀 PERSEPHONE: QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING, THE DEAD, THE UNDERWORLD, GRAIN, AND NATURE 💐 (PART 1)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is PART 1 of the Persephone Demigod Headcanons. Due to the size limit of Tumblr, I had to split the entire work into two. [LINK TO PART 2 HERE] Hi everyone! It took me a bit to figure it out but here's what everyone has been waiting for! Persephone is just 1 out of the 4 works I have planned and written for, and these works will be categorized as the MISCELLANEOUS GODS due to not the fact these gods are minor or anything, but because I did mention this in an ask before and it's easier to think about due to the canon PJO world building. These works will be a bit more loose since I'm taking a shot in the wild so hopefully you guys like it. Thanks for reading!!

*Disclaimer: mentions of unusual births, life and death*

People have been wondering if Persephone would have a demigod of her own, considering Hades has his own children, but also it’s slightly more believable if people know about the story of Adonis. However, there are very limited ways that the goddess would give birth to a demigod, since she’s very loyal and in love with Hades, and vise-versa.

How you could’ve been born:

You really could’ve been born normally where Persephone’s eyes fell upon a mortal, when it was during Spring or Summer, or when the autumn and winter months have been delayed.

Honestly, I can see this going for either gender of mortal: If your mortal parent is male, Hades couldn’t have done much because he knows Persephone’s preferences are strict and the last human she fell in love was Adonis, that Aphrodhite herself loved as well, so, Hades worrying about her being (repeatedly) unfaithful is very rare so your mortal male parent is the exception. So don’t expect any or more demigod siblings of Persephone. Not totally out of Hades’ ire, but given how many demigod children he has, he really doesn’t say anything. If your mortal parent is female, I can see it being this unusual birthing process where some sort of guidance is required: maybe Persephone offered a seed that your female mortal parent swallowed and boom, you were born.

You’re a cabbage patch baby or a rose baby. or you’re born from a Peach. Turnip baby. Any plant based births. Quite literally. Don’t ask how this exactly works, but it involves the blood, sweat, and tears of your mortal parent planting the seed that Persephone gave/helped and raised you together.

There’s a story where a woman ate a red and white rose to give birth, and I don't think that's not off the books for Persephone to do. Offering the flowers or something for your mortal parent to eat and boom, here you are-

You were either or an orphan, a completely child/baby that was near earth or had died, and you underwent the same process that (Zagreus) Dionysus underwent with the weird death-rebirth thing; where you were (SOMEHOW) taken in by Persephone physically then reborn as a child of Perseophone when she gave birth to you. Since you technically died, you lost half of your mortal self because of the whole dying thing, but was replaced with Persephone’s godly portion.

That said, you’re not probably a double demigod if you went through the whole rebirth thing: where before you were a demigod child that died before Persephone gave you a new life. If you are however, oh boy, the Fates have something planned for you and it will not be an easy/happy life for you; doomed or tortured by the narrative. Your happy ending will have to be earned and fought with blood and tears. Afterall, the more powerful the demigod, the less easy it is for them.

Either way, I don’t really see Hades targeting you on the level Hera does to the children of Zeus; though you still might want to refer to Hades (very) politely as Lord Hades or Godly Step Father. Just good manners, you know.

Regardless, everyone at camp is very confused and looking at you in a mixture of wonder, uncertainty, fear, amongst a few. When you get claimed, it’s like Spring has arrived, even when it’s Autumn or Winter. Nature blooms all around you with such vitality no one has seen before, with flowers, grains, and crops sprouting underneath your feet and all around you. Once the claim is over, if it’s Autumn/Winter, the world reverts back and everyone can see the rot that surrounds them except for you as you walk.

Everyone expects you to be either a “Flower prince[ss]”, a soft person like Spring, or “A Prince[ss] of the Underworld”, terrifying like your mother. However, while you may lean one than the other, you can be both. Afterall, Persephone may be one to bring growth and fertility to the earth, and everything, she is also just as much as Kore that lends to herself being the Goddess of the Underworld and the dead where destruction follows. On the other hand, it’s a pretty cool thought where you’re wearing a crown of flowers and being all soft looking but switch to something darker with the flower petals falling off, to reveal a crown of thorns with the shadows curling around you to almost seem like your face is a skull, and vise-versa. You do you.

When you walk on the earth, you’ll sprout flowers and plants underneath your feet but as soon as you raise your foot to step away, the plants will wither and die, leaving rot behind. Sort of like the God of the Forest walking in Studio Ghibli’s “Princess Mononoke” .

[PART 2 TO PERSEPHONE DEMIGOD HEADCANONS HERE]

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andrewminyardapologist · 2 years ago

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TW: Food Trauma

Thinking about how it's probably really healing for the Foxes to have "family dinners" at Abby's because so of them most likely have some sort of trauma surrounding food.

Dan: Had to support her family, struggling to put food on the table, having to work to keep herself and her family fed. So much food insecurity that she doesn't have to worry about anymore. (I'm sure she still does, it doesn't just go away, but she now doesn't have to worry about making enough to afford her next meal.)

Allison: In recovery from an eating disorder, learning to have genuinely happy experiences revolving around meals, praised for her strength on the court and not just her beauty, learning that food is nourishment.

Neil: I mean... This one is obvious. He's been on the run close to a decade, and now has sit down meals regularly with people he cares about. Food doesn't just mean stuff you can steal from a grocery store or scrounge up at a gas station vending machine. It's part of home. It's Abby's kitchen, warm and bright, surrounded by his chosen family all helping to cook and set the table. It's smiling and laughing over a big plate of lasagna.

Kevin: He's obsessed with health to the point it's disordered. In the Nest, food was not about enjoyment. It was about being perfect. Everything he ate was chosen for him. At Abby's, he gets to pick his portion size, which foods he wants to eat, probably learns what he likes and dislikes genuinely because of taste and not nutritional content. I would bet eventually Abby catches on and makes his favorites pretty often, helps him try new foods and actually enjoy them, regardless of nutritional content.

Andrew: Andrew grew up in foster care, and he says none of his placements were good. He seems to have a lot of sensory issues surrounding food (rips it into tiny pieces, likes really intense flavors like spicy or sweet, etc.) I'm willing to bet he was often underfed and did not often get much say in what he ate. If he wanted to eat, it would have to be whatever he could. I think that while he might never admit it, having Abby's dinners (eventually) start to feel safe for him, the routine of it, the fact that no one would judge his eating there or force him to eat things he didn't like, would be something that helps him feel more comfortable around food. I think being allowed seconds, or thirds, would help him feel some security surrounding food. Similar to Kevin, I think Abby would pick up on the things he likes and make those meals more often. I think Bee helps with this too, what with the hot chocolate and everything.

Aaron: Tilda was abusive and neglectful. I think it is safe to assume Aaron had to worry about keeping himself fed for most of his life, and had to learn to cook for himself. Probably he had to figure out his own way to make sure he stayed fed without much help from Tilda. It's probable she punished him by withholding meals as well. I think similar to Andrew, having some consistency in the routine of dinner at Abby's helps him feel more secure. Additionally, I think he probably likes not having to bear the full weight of cooking for himself, and learns to enjoy it as something he does with his family instead of something done out of necessity. I imagine Abby teaches him some recipes that are fun and not just basic stuff thrown together in an attempt to make something edible.

Nicky: Nicky was 18 when he took in the twins. He had to work HARD to keep the three of them fed. It was probably difficult as well considering Andrew and Aaron already had issues surrounding food. I think he would find comfort in seeing that the twins were not only getting fed, but we're starting to let go of some of that insecurity about food. I think he would also find relief in not having to worry about feeding two kids when he was basically still a kid himself.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg andrew #aftg fandom #aftg neil #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king #food mention #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #aaron minyard #kevin day #abby winfield #aftg allison

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gabessquishytum · 10 months ago

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Just found this chunky werewolf boyfriend Hob drabble that I wrote ages ago, so I tidied it up and figured I'd share! Check the tags for warnings <3

When the hunger gets bad, it really gets bad.

The odd thing about it is, Hob doesn't look hungry at all. He looks distinctly overfed, if anything. He's chunky at the best of times, holding a little softness on his body to compliment the naturally thick thighs and torso. But in the week leading up to the full moon, he's constantly full of food. He simply has no choice, because he's ravenous. His skin might be stretched and red, his stomach might be throbbing in protest, but it doesn’t matter. He's still hungry. He's up several times in the night, standing in front of the pantry, looking mournfully at the depleted shelves. Over the course of the week his t-shirts start to creep upwards, unable to contain his belly. He's softer than usual – literally. Clinging to Dream, nuzzling into him, cuddling up to him. It's really quite sweet, how he'll have one hand on Dream and the other buried in a big bag of dried fruit.

Of course it's not nice to see his darling practically starving, but deep down Dream is rather fond of those weeks. He likes to rest his cheek against the stretched, hairy belly and rub the sore spots. Hob is practically throbbing with warmth, and Dream secretly appreciates the sounds of the body underneath him. He likes to see the pink stretch marks nearly appearing in front of his eyes. Frankly, he just likes being close to Hob like this.

And as hungry as he is, Hob can always make time between snacks to curl his arms around Dream. To hug and kiss him, and make appreciative noises in response to Dream’s exploring hands. His body goes through so much in the process of transformation and Dream is honoured to be the one who gets to comfort him. Hob is so gentle with him, never resting any of his increased weight on Dream’s smaller frame. He's always blushing and apologising, even though Dream reassures him as much as possible.

He's seen the excruciating process of turning from man to wolf – Hob would never hurt Dream, even at full moon. In the form of a wolf, Hob is truly massive. His body stretches out, his muscles swell and grow, and fur coats every inch of his body. He ripples with an unrecognisable lean strength, and when he stoops down to nuzzle Dream’s head, he nearly knocks him over. Of course he also whimpers and helps him to get upright again.

And when the night is over, when the moon fades and the dawn breaks, Hob will be there on the doorstep in his human form again. Utterly depleted, shaking, with a good portion of the fat on his body burned away. His waist and face are hollowed out, and Dream sometimes barely recognises the tired twink of a man he escorts into the kitchen. No matter how shocking the transformation, he always keeps his cool – it's Dream's job to bring Hob inside and feed him up again. There's always breakfast on the table after the full moon, and Hob always eats it curled up in Dream’s lap. Dream feeds him every bite of his meal, and rubs every inch of Hob’s sore body down. He appreciates his lover at every size and every stage of the cycle. And he's looking forward to another month of domestic bliss.

The hunger isn't so bad, when you're loved.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw food #cw feeding kink #cw hunger

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pjisskullourful · 20 days ago

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• His Canvas •

🎨 Ethan × reader

18+ readers only!! 🔥 sweet but smutty, explicit af

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° you have been dating Ethan for a while and you decide that he's the one you want to lose your virginity to

wordcount: 10,027

° anon request: what about loosing your virginity to Ethan and like he knows that you desperately want him but he also knows and warns you that no matter her gentle he is, you probably won’t be able to walk the next day ° gigantic shoutout to queen @faye2607 for her amazing astrological insights that helped me figure out the direction of this fic& the title is inspired by a song from her spectacular spicy playlist 💋 [send your own request in here!] [or get more control& priority by booking a commission!]

° lyrics stolen from mia martina

° [ITA:] cristo: christ

paint my body boy, i'll be your canvas. don't talk to me, just show me your talent.

The fifth date and it was time for Ethan to show you one of his hidden talents - his strong artistic skills in the medium of painting. It was payback after you had shown him your hidden talent - knowing far too much about astrology. A lunchtime date at your apartment had ended with you putting hours into doing his birth chart. He had listened intently to every word, sitting on the ground with you as you had scribbled on different scraps of paper. He hadn't had someone explain this much about the zodiac signs to him before and you could tell he was actually interested, not just nodding while mentally wishing you would shut the Hell up.

It had taken up a lot of time, in fact it had taken up the remainder of the date. He had to rush off for rehearsals, leaving you in your self-created mess of enthusiastically sharing your special interest. He had to leave before the deed could be done.

The fourth date - you should have been sleeping with him by now. Every piece of media that you had ever consumed had told you that the third date was the magic one. A woman who didn't sleep with a man on the third date was frigid, prudish and not worth his time.

But now you were at the fifth date and you hadn't gone any further than second base. Your tongue knew his quite well at this point, but the question of what would happen if you let him do more than just unhook your bra hung heavy in the air.

He knew that you were a virgin (you had blurted this out during your second date) and it seemed he was determined to stay as respectful as possible. Potentially he was waiting for you to make the first move, but you kept finding distractions.

Was this what today's art project would be, just another distraction as you remained within your comfort zone? He had invited you to his apartment, but beyond telling you that it would include painting, you were in the dark of what he actually had planned. Was he going to teach you how to paint something? Would he ask if you could recreate the sketching scene from Titanic?

You had been to his apartment once before, but that was a quick stop in. This would be hours in his home.

It looked different to what you recalled, all of the furniture pushed out, towards the walls. In the lounge room, a large portion of the wood floors was covered by a plastic sheet. It clicked when you saw three canvases of varying sizes resting against the wall.

He came over to stand beside where you were, your eyes trying to locate the easels. He was dressed in a tank top that already bore smears of paint, all in different colours and different stages of fading to indicate the inconsistency of their ageing. When you looked at him, it was to find he was smiling and you felt yourself put at ease.

"I figured that we should do something less formal, something fun- 'cause you said you hadn't painted since you were a kid, right?" He said. "Which means the last time you painted was for fun and that's what we wanna do here- finger painting. You don't have to do anything that's focused on perfection. It's to just play in the paint, you don't have to try to impress me. Nothing too serious."

You snickered before you could stop yourself. "Sorry. It's just… you just literally always look like every situation that you're in is the most serious thing in the whole world."

He narrowed his eyes into a glare. "Just for that- you're getting the smallest canvas."

The two of you took up a place on the ground, cross-legged and surrounded by bottles of paint of seemingly every colour. He had one canvas laid out in front of him and, in the opposite of his threat, it was the smallest of the three. You had your own sitting in front of your folded legs, at a complete loss of where to start.

"Are you ready?" He asked, tying his hair away from his face into a quick, careless bun. "Or do you need more wine to get the creativity flowing?"

You picked up a bottle of lilac paint, popping open the lid and upending it over the blank white surface. "I've got it covered."

You squirted out a generous dollop towards the bottom right corner of the canvas, pushing it up in a half-circle. Then you collected a bottle of the darkest purple in sight. You worked at creating a gradient, adding in other shades of purple to fill out the canvas.

You kept sitting back to survey your progress, looking over it and letting your sticky hands rest. You couldn't stop yourself from seeing the imperfections - the different sections were inconsistent in size, the lines that separated them too obvious.

Then your overthinking became an issue for you to critique - surely you were thinking too much and messing this whole thing up. Your critical eye was keeping you from properly connecting with this process as he had intended. You worried that you were taking too long, so much of the canvas was still bare and he must be bored.

But when you looked up, you found that he wasn't progressing far ahead of you at all. His canvas had only one corner covered in a small swatch of light blue. Instead of paying any attention to his painting, he was watching you, a small, shy smile pulling at one cheek.

At once you felt self-conscious. "What? Am I doing this so terribly wrong?"

"No, not at all." He said, still looking amused. "I'm just… don't mind me. It's nothing, I'm just curious about your process."

"Does it look like I have any kind of process?" You asked. "Wait, but what about you? Or is this part of your process- studying me like a zoo exhibit?"

"I wasn't… you're cute, okay? And I was getting distracted, 'cause I just wanted to look at you."

You felt a stirring of giddiness in your gut as you smiled at him, it made you tremble, it made you want to take action. You broke eye contact just long enough to swipe your finger through a dollop of paint. "Well, that's not what I came here to do. I wasn't told that I'd be getting googly eyes on me." You leaned forward, across the space between the two of you. "I was promised painting."

You smeared the purple paint across his cheek and he smiled, no witty retorts lined up for this scenario.

"This paint is non-toxic, right?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, that's good, because…" You put a darker shade of purple on your fingers before you dragged them over his other cheek. "Sorry, I just have a thing about symmetry. It would've driven me nuts looking at just one painted cheek."

"Good, I'm glad, I would hate for you to go nuts."

You looked down at his canvas. "You look like you've hit a bit of a creative block here, huh? Do you need some help?"

"Help?" He repeated.

"Yeah, maybe it's the canvas, maybe it's the wrong, like, medium, or whatever." You said. "Maybe if you painted on something else, it could give you a different perspective on what to paint."

He furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side. "What are you suggestin-..." His eyes grew wide as he watched your movements. "What are you...what are you doing?"

You had grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off from over your head. "What if you painted on me?" You pushed yourself up onto your knees.

He gazed up at you. "What do you, um, are you sure?"

"Yeah." You said with a shrug. "You said the paint was non-toxic."

He was starting to smile as you continued taking off your clothes, wriggling free of your denim shorts. "I've never really painted on someone's body, and I don't even know if this is the right paint for that. But, that could be fun. I've already kinda got an idea in mind."

"You do?" Your face flushed, your heart pounding - the way you were trembling under his gaze was more intense than usual.

"Yeah." He had grabbed a paintbrush. "I could paint a fish scale design up-and-down your legs, to kind of make you look like a mermaid, mid-transformation or something. Does that make any sense?"

You nodded. "It does and I think that sounds really cool, I'd love to get turned into a mermaid."

"Okay." He picked up the mostly-blank canvas and moved it away, clearing the space in front of him, right before his folded legs. "Sit here and you can just stretch your legs out, or you can lay down if that's more comfortable."

You considered making a joke out of asking if he wanted you to spread your legs. But the words got stuck in your throat. You could feel the anticipation was thick in the air between the two of you and you were silently grateful that you had put on a cute, matching pair of lingerie.

It was the first time he was seeing your underwear, it was the first time anyone was seeing your underwear. You had been expecting this moment, both excited for and nervous over it. Your body had always been your secret, all of the parts that you didn’t like could be kept hidden.

But now you were exposing and entrusting yourself to him. You knew that he’d dated skinnier girls. Maybe there had been girls who could keep up with him in the gym - girls who had contoured muscles, where you had curves.

But if he noticed your stretch marks, it was for less than a second. His gaze spent most time on your face - this was where he was studying, trying to read what you weren’t saying.

You sat down with him on your left side, stretching your legs out straight in front of you. “Paint me like one of your French fishies.”

“Do you have any colour palette in mind?” He asked.

“None whatsoever.”

He had picked up one of the mixing trays, resting this on his knee, before he started to grab at different bottles of paint. “You started with purple over there, which I appreciate, ‘cause that’s my favourite colour. We could have these warm-toned purples…” He showed each colour to you. “And what I think would also look great, adding in some oranges. Again, in these warm-tones, ‘cause that’ll match the warm colour of your eyes.”

You smiled, he hadn’t required a second look to confirm the colour of your eyes. He already knew this detail beyond a shadow of a doubt. “That sounds good to me.”

He prepared the colours, squirting a few generous dollops onto the palette. You were experiencing what was the opposite of leering - there had been men on the street that had stared at your body for a greater length of time.

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, like if I put my hand somewhere that you don’t want it or anything- please, tell me straight away and I’ll stop, no explanation needed, I’ll just…” He demonstrated how quickly he could raise his hands into the air, making you chuckle a little, reminding you of a criminal getting a gun pointed at them. “Okay?”

You nodded with a smile. “Okay, thank you.”

He had wet the bristles of the brush with the purple paint, but he touched your skin with his fingertips. “Are there any ticklish or otherwise sensitive spots that I should avoid?”

You bit into your lip, it didn’t matter how respectful his gaze was, he was still able to make you blush. “No, you can touch me wherever.” His hand halted on your knee, his eyes growing wider. “I mean, when you’re painting, uh, when you’re painting on my legs.”

“Good to know.” He said, his hand holding firm to your knee as his fingers caressed over your skin.

When he did start painting on you, it seemed that he was picking the safest zone possible - creating his first cross over your ankle, the outside of your ankle. In precise strokes, he painted higher up your leg, the purple lines evenly spaced in a uniform pattern.

But watching the painting as it developed on your skin couldn’t hold your interest for very long. Soon, you had found something better to focus on.

“Now who’s studying who like an exhibit at the zoo?” He asked, meeting your eye as he paused to dip his brush back into the paint.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “Where am I supposed to look, Ethan? You’re right in front of my face.”

“Are you complaining about that?”

“No…” You said, your voice smaller than before as you temporarily looked back to where he was progressing. “I would never complain about having you so close to my face.”

He was smiling as he readjusted how he was holding your leg steady, with his hand gliding up your skin until he could hold you firmly at the underside of your knee. “You’re so cute.”

Even beyond where he was touching, you could feel your skin heating up. “Really? You still think I’m cute, even after I smeared paint on you for literally no reason?”

“No, you had a reason.” He said, his paintbrush beginning to apply colour across your kneecap. “You were being cheeky, which does add to the whole cuteness factor you’ve got going. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you attacked me with paint, but I just hadn’t expected the date to go this way.”

“Is that so?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

The top of your knee was covered, but he didn’t move onto your thigh as you had been hoping. Instead he was guiding your leg over, allowing him to start on the other side of your ankle.

“Yep.”

“You didn’t plan this date- this quite messy date, to have the risk of my clothes getting dirty, so that you could offer to clean them at once?”

“No, I would never try to trick you out of your clothes.” He said.

“You wouldn’t have to trick me.” You said in response to the earnest look on his face. “You could just ask.”

“Apparently I don’t even have to do that.” He joked as he gestured to your current state of undress, making you giggle. “I’m really glad that you feel comfortable enough to sit here with me like this…”

You shrugged. “Comfortable, waiting for any excuse to take my clothes off in front of you. Same thing, right?”

His eyes were wider as he got distracted from turning you into a mermaid again, all of his attention placed on reading your body language. “Oh, is that what you were angling for?”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, a warm blush taking over your face. “Will it make you think less of me if I say yes?”

He placed the brush and palette aside, covering your unpainted knee with his hand. “Not at all.” The way his soulful eyes gazed into yours, there was no doubting his sincerity. “There is something very sexy about a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to communicate that.”

The change in adjective felt significant and now you were really blushing. “Not cute?”

“No, I meant what I said, sexy.” He said. “I think you’re sexy. I was thinkin’ that before you took your clothes off and I’ll still find you sexy when your clothes are on again.”

You smiled, feeling your heart overflowing with so many giddy emotions. But none of these could be translated into words, there was a lack of efficient language in your head right now.

You endeavoured to let your actions speak for you instead, planting a hand on either side of his face and drawing him in closer. You were still grinning as your lips met, with your fingers caressing his cheeks while one of his hands moved into your hair. Your chest swelled, the excitement pumping through your system faster than ever.

He put his arm around your waist and your bodies were even closer as he followed the hungry rhythm that you set. You grasped his shoulders as you felt yourself in what could have been familiar territory - you were comfortable kissing him, he had told you what he liked, you didn’t get nervous over this level of intimacy.

But the thoughts rushing through your mind kept you feeling that this was only half-familiar. You sunk into every sensation, but you were thinking of what else you could feel. The excitement was at a dizzying height and your breath grew shallower as you prepared for a diversion from regular indulgences. His hand on your back touched to where your bra was clasped shut, but it moved away far too quickly.

You pulled away, licking your lips. His eyes remained shut and you saw him remaining in that moment. You craved to know how the desire felt for him - what would you have to do to get him to share it?

“I believe you that this wasn’t how you wanted the date to go, but now that this is how it’s going…” You said, shifting in your dampened panties. “Can we let it go further?” His eyes had fluttered open as he held his hands at the middle of your back - if you had been clothed and in public, this wouldn’t have drawn stares that questioned the appropriateness.

“I wanna sleep with you.” You said as his eyes studied your face, trying to pick out the nonverbal cues he had learnt as you got to know one another. “Can we have sex?”

“You don’t wanna be a mermaid?” He asked.

You smiled as you replied. “Not anymore, I wanna be the girl who gets to say that you’re her first.”

His hand went to your cheek, drawing you in for more kisses. There were butterflies in your stomach, you were so thrilled that he hadn’t rejected you. You savoured each kiss, feeling how it was leading to something more, something grander.

“I want you.” He said, his lips remaining very close to yours. “I want you to show- will you show me how to make you feel good?” His eyes were staring directly into yours. “Will you show me the secrets of your body?”

The intensity of his gaze only heightened the impact of his words, making you start to lose your breath. “Yes, I want you to have them.”

His lips brushed against yours, making your eyes flutter shut before he whispered to you. “All of your secrets are safe with me. Do you wanna lay down and get comfortable for me?”

You didn’t suggest a change in setting, you paid little to no attention to all of the paint supplies surrounding you. You moved out of his embrace, ignoring the crinkling sounds that the drop-sheet made as you started to lie down. Flat on your back, you kept your eyes on him and the thoughtful expression that he wore.

He came over to sit beside your hip, keeping his hands to himself for the moment. “You don’t have to get totally naked if you don’t want to. There’s no need to take your underwear off if you aren’t comfortable with that.”

You readjusted, moving your hands up to the clasp of your bra because you were practically naked already and this felt like the next logical step. You took your bra off and his eyes travelled down to this part of your body, taking in more than anyone else had. You bit into your lower lip as you picked up the waistband of your panties, moving them down, until you could kick them off.

Your whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and you weren’t entirely sure how to act now that you were so far out of your depth. But he was there, so at least you weren’t facing this on your own.

“You can just tell me, at literally any second, if you aren’t enjoying yourself or if something makes you uncomfortable, okay? I need you to know that.” He said.

“Okay.” You said with a nod. “Do you think that you could take your shirt off? Just so that I’m not the only naked one.”

“Of course.” Instantly he grabbed for the bottom of his shirt.

You watched this keenly, a smile forming on your lips as your eyes moved over that perfect torso. “Nice.”

He chuckled as he tossed the shirt off to the side, some of his hair fell loose from the tie in this process. He smiled when your eyes met again. “Do a big stretch for me, okay?” He raised his arms up above his head and you copied this demonstration. You stretched all the way down to your feet, even pointing your toes. “Good. Do you feel that tension melting off of your body?”

“Yeah.” You said. “So, what is it that you wanted me to do exactly?”

“I wanna know how to treat you the way that you like, so if you wouldn’t mind giving me a kind of tutorial by touching yourself. Only if you want to. I think it will help you relax and it puts you in control of the situation, which is how I want it to be.” He said.

“Okay.” You said and you laid a hand down over your bare cunt. You weren’t sure how to start, but you knew that your pussy was getting desperate for attention.

You could see the encouragement in his eyes and you moved your thighs a little further apart. Touching lightly, you used your fingers to explore the curves of your crotch. You could feel how heated this area was as your fingers brushed over the tight curls of hair.

You massaged your labia, just letting the blood pool in this area for a moment. He leaned down alongside you, using an elbow to keep himself somewhat propped up. He seemed unable to determine where to rest his eyes, looking from your pussy to your face and back again, the most thorough audience you could ever have.

You slipped your hand down lower, extending two of your fingers. With these, you sought out your entrance. You weren’t surprised to find just how wet your cunt was as you moved your fingers for the hole. You spread yourself open with the tips of your fingers.

He leaned in closer, his breath warming your face before you felt his lips caressing yours. You kissed him back as you ran your fingers up-and-down the sides of your entrance. He broke away only slightly, murmuring against your lips. "Take your time, okay?" You kept your fingers in their steady motion as he looked into your eyes. "There's absolutely no hurry."

You nodded, unable to think of anything to say right now. He remained close, kissing you slowly, with little breaks in between so that he could keep watching you. You guided the tips of your fingers inside of your wet walls. You maintained control, only going in slightly, just to get your fingers coated in the eager moisture.

You took your fingers up, gliding them up to your clit. With your thighs clenching, you began playing with the sensitive bud. It felt exciting and dreamy straight away, making you want to keep going. He put one hand to the back of your head, cradling you here as his eyes moved from your face to your pussy again, almost like a pendulum swinging back-and-forth.

You rubbed the hood up-and-down, taken in by the building sensations. He was seemingly transfixed by you and you let him see you squirm. Your chest was tight and you started to press a little more firmly.

You didn't stop to question yourself, or give time for shame to sink in, instead you somewhat confidently followed what felt good. You swirled the tips of your wet fingers around your clit, making yourself quiver in the process. You kept going as your knees shook and he began pressing kisses to your lips again. You slipped into the momentum with him, your mouths moving in sync with one another.

You stopped your swirling, seeking out a different kind of stimulation. You extended your middle finger and moved your hand down, until you could penetrate your cunt. You went in properly this time, whimpering against his mouth as you pushed in deeper.

His curiosity prompted him to break the kiss and he looked down at your progress. Lightly, he placed his hand over the wrist of your occupied hand. “Does that feel good?”

It took effort to swallow. You were sure that your eyes and reactions were giving away your enjoyment. But he wanted to hear it. And that was intimidating, you weren't accustomed to speaking during masturbation. He wanted you to expose what you were truly feeling, inviting you to savour something you could occasionally feel ashamed of.

But you felt soothed, trusting he would take care of you and whatever you offered to him.

“Mm-hmm, yeah. I really like the way it feels.” You said.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He asked.

“Definitely.”

He smiled and pressed his lips to yours. “Show me more.”

You had started to move your finger, going back-and-forth between your receptive inner-walls. He kissed you more, at the same time his hand was leaving your wrist, moving to cover your hand. He was just shadowing you at first, getting a sense of the momentum you had established.

Then you felt him properly grip your hand, this was followed by him adding to your pumps, guiding you to more defined conclusions. You couldn't determine if it was his influence or not, but you began to increase your speed. This allowed you to tap into some wonderful friction.

As you kissed him back, you could feel your gut tightening because you were anticipating the next level of this pleasure. You couldn't help it. You were feeling confident that an orgasm would happen, but first you needed to get through that intimidating loss of control, marked by wild tremors. It was all getting closer, you were sure of it.

“What do you usually do next? Do you go in deeper and try to get your g-spot?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” You said, keeping your eyes shut.

“Do you wanna show me, baby?”

Your breath shook, not filling your lungs as much as you hoped for. “Mm-hmm.”

His hand remained attached to yours as you began extending your finger in deeper. You concentrated on moving it the right way, bringing your other fingers flush to your wet labia. He was too distracted by watching you to kiss you presently. Your breath skipped again-and-again as you strived for consistency.

You found the sweet spot, warmth blooming into your tummy in response.

But you didn't get fixated on this stimulation. You moved your hand, acting on an impulse before you could overthink it and get scared. You removed your finger so that you could change the way his hand held yours, you relocated his hand to the bottom. Now your hand was going to guide his as he gained uninterrupted access to your bare skin. You pressed your finger into the back of his middle finger, giving him the indication that this was the one you wanted.

He didn’t rush, letting his finger get slowly swallowed by the warmth of your pussy. He took a moment to watch what he was doing.

When his eyes moved back to your face, you felt like you could have immediately caught fire under his gaze. It was intense, so intense that you didn’t know what to do.

Your only solution was to return his intensity by kissing him. You wrapped your arm around him and lifted your torso from the floor a little. You shut your eyes as you captured his lips with yours. You enjoyed a kiss that felt like it didn’t have to end - both of you had nothing but time to explore this new level of intimacy, which kept your heart fluttering.

You preferred the feeling of his finger in your cunt. Your appreciation for the thicker digit only increased when he began to curl it, reaching up once he was in deep enough. A little whine left your mouth because you were feeling amazed over how easily he had found your g-spot.

Even more amazing was what he could do with it. Dazzling tingles were spread all throughout your body as he ended every plunge of his finger by colliding with your g-spot. As he steadily worked his finger back-and-forth between your inner-walls he made you wait to feel the tip of his finger in that magical spot again. The anticipation made you squirm. And it was always worth the wait.

You couldn’t help the way that your hips started to move, excited little thrusts that worked to their own pacing. When you weren’t actively thrusting, there were twitches and shivers that took over your body. You clung to him even tighter, your fingernails pressing against his skin.

You were moaning before your mouths separated, the sound only getting louder once the kiss had ended. You held your eyes shut, trying to come to terms with the pressure that was building up at such a deep point inside of you. It was going to get overwhelming, already proving to be inescapable.

“Is-... does that feel good?” He asked.

You gave a little laugh. “Yeah, it’s-... do you really need to ask me that?” You met his gaze. “I thought it would be obvious that I’m liking it.”

A sly smile came onto his face as the movement of his fingers eased off slightly (it felt like he was giving you a chance to think, how considerate). “Well, yeah. But do you have any idea how sexy it would be to hear you saying all the things that you’re feeling and enjoying, the things you’ve never shared with anyone else before?”

“That sounds dirty.” You said.

“Yeah, you could call it dirty talk.” He said and you almost felt like laughing again. “Did you want to try it for me?”

You hesitated. “What if I’m not good at it?”

The first part of his response was to kiss you. “Don’t think so much about it, baby. It’s the honesty that makes it sexy, you don’t have to be poetic, or even grammatically correct. And no matter what you say, I will not laugh at you. I promise.”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, not doubting him for a fraction of a second. His words were immediately believable because he almost always looked so damn serious.

“Okay.” You said, moving in closer to him and closing your eyes, this made it easier to feel like you could lose yourself in all of this.

You kissed him, trying to think without falling victim to overthinking. He let you feel more stroking from his finger and this helped you break free of any thought cycles. You caressed his cheek as his massaging continued to give you indescribable sensations.

“You can go faster…” You said, unable to get your voice above a whisper. “I wuh-... would you go faster for me?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything you want.” He murmured against your lips, his words quickly followed by kisses.

He pumped his finger with more speed and maybe he went in deeper too. This prompted more eager whines to swell up in you and he consumed them all instantaneously.

You had never felt closer to anyone else, you thought you might stay on this high for at least a day, maybe longer. “You’re making me… that feels so good.”

“Good, baby, that’s exactly what I want.” He said, his voice was the perfect companion to all of the sensations rushing you. “Can I try a second finger?”

“Yep, I wanna try that.” You said.

His lips went to your very warm cheek as he retracted his finger, just the tip of it held by your cunt. Then he eased a second fingertip into this space.

Slowly he extended both fingers and your cunt adjusted for this. He didn’t rush for depth and you felt a new kind of warmth rushing out from your core, reaching down both legs. It was decadent, inviting you into the sweet surrender.

“Breathe deep.” He said in between kissing on your cheek.

You did this, your chest trembling in the process. At the same time you were feeling his fingers going deeper. You followed with another deep breath while your attention was primarily consumed by the gentle spreading of your cunt. It was more important than your breathing rate currently was.

“Is that too much?” He asked.

“No, I like it.” You said.

“That’s perfect.” He breathed into your ear.

He wasn’t stopping, there was still more of his fingers to fill you. Your cunt continued to accommodate this with the eagerness that you felt with each heartbeat. There was a pressure starting in the deepest part of you and you knew exactly what it could lead to.

Once his fingers were entirely buried inside, he tensed them. Then they curled and he was reaching for a different angle. Your breath caught when you realised he was going for your sweet spot again.

Both of his fingertips crashed into your g-spot, making your head fall back. You latched your hands onto him, gripping with all of your strength. You arched your back, feeling even more pressure at your core.

“Oh, Ethan…” You rasped as he brought motion into his fingers, bringing them back so that he could repeatedly push into your sweet spot.

Your hips were rocking again. Your movements weren’t perfectly synchronised to him, you didn’t have the coordination for that. This was just about using some of the powerful energy in your body, and the bits of friction you earned felt like an extra reward.

“Do you wanna come?” He asked.

“Yeah, yes, I do, I really wanna.” You said.

He moved his fingers faster again, until his treatment of your sweet spot was relentless. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart, your sensitivities absolutely dominating you.

“Alright then, come for me.” He said.

Your eyes fluttered open to find him watching you, a careful stare that noticed every reaction. You were too filled with ecstasy to get weighed down with the insecurity that you would look ugly as you orgasmed. You let any thinking like that go.

And before too long, the pressure inside of you was snapping. You swore as your body jerked into his. It felt like all of your muscles were melting and you were grateful for his arm around you to keep you at least a little steady.

He pulled his fingers out of you, enabling him to wrap his other arm around you. As the warmth of your release started to peter out, the warmth of his body comforted you. His lips covered your forehead with kisses as you started to catch your breath again.

“Good girl.” He whispered. And even though this was the first time you had heard this, you immediately liked its sound. “You’re such a good girl…” You had started to smile, feeling like you had earned this compliment. “Good fucking girl.”

“That felt amazing.” You said, still elevated by the tingles in your body.

“Thank you for sharing your secrets with me.” He said and you lifted your head as you began to keep your eyes open for longer. “I appreciate it.”

You were infatuated by the high that filled you, and it had spawned from him. You caressed his cheek as you admired him. “What about your secrets?”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, it can’t just be all about me. What about how you’re feeling? I hope that got you turned on.” You said.

“Oh, it did, it really did. You don’t have to worry about that.” He quickly told you.

“Good.” You said and you placed a kiss on his lips. “So, don’t you wanna have sex?”

“No, I do, I definitely do. The idea of being your first is appealing to me, very appealing.” He said. “But I don’t wanna overwhelm you.”

You sat up, feeling more assertive. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him. “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. In this context, being overwhelmed could be a great, fun thing, right?” You gave him some more kisses. “I know that some people really like overwhelming their partners. It’s okay if that’s a thing you aren’t really into. But I’m not against-”

“It’s not that I’m not into…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Even if we put that aside, approval or disapproval, whatever. Beyond that, no matter what I do, no matter how gentle I try to be: it’s going to hurt you. That’s just the nature of first times, and I only want to make you feel good.”

“It can’t be that bad.” You said while you were still feeling brave.

“You might not be able to walk tomorrow.” He said.

This was such a dramatic statement that you couldn’t help the way you burst out laughing. This was something that would get said in porn, not real life. It was so unexpected and over the top that you couldn’t take it seriously, not at first.

Then you realised that he wasn’t laughing with you. He wasn’t smiling, not even a little bit.

Feeling awkward, you raised a hand up to cover your mouth as you started to get your laughter under control. As the sound died down, he continued to look at you with that serious expression.

“Sorry, I really thought that you were joking.” You said.

“No, I’m just trying to prepare you for what will probably happen if we sleep together.” He said.

As it got clearer that he wasn’t going to reveal this as some sort of prank, you tried to wrap your head around what he was actually saying. It seemed that he meant these words he was saying, so you needed to figure out how that made you feel. It was difficult to know how to respond to something so unexpected.

“Honestly, I don’t know-... I don’t get it. How is losing my virginity gonna affect my ability to walk?” You asked.

He cast his eyes down, taking an extra moment to gather his thoughts as he swallowed. “It’s ‘cause you wanna lose it to me. And I’m…” He hesitated, sighing. “This is gonna make me sound like such a fucking douchebag. But I’m- well, it’s kinda big. And your pussy, and your body are gonna go from nothing to a lot. It could turn out to be more than you can take.”

You definitely didn’t feel like laughing now. “Shouldn’t it be up to me to decide what I can or can’t take?”

“Baby…” He sighed.

You put your hands to his cheeks, easing him into looking up at you, meeting your eye again. “I appreciate you trying to, like, warn me. But I’m not worried like you are, and I don’t want to get into that headspace. I don’t have work or any kind of plans for tomorrow, so I can spend the entire day in bed, off my feet if I need to. I believe this will be worth it.”

You saw his lips part and you rushed to add another point before it was his turn to talk. “Please don’t ask me if I’m sure, because I definitely am. I couldn’t be anymore sure than I am of the fact that I wanna lose my virginity with you.”

“You’re really sexy when you’re all assertive like this.” He said, hints of a smile coming onto his face. “I can’t say that I’m not attracted to this side of you.”

“Explore it with me.” You said, inching closer to him as you were feeling encouraged again. “Stop worrying and just…”

You concluded your thought by putting your lips to his. To you, everything was so clear in that kiss.

But he gently broke it before you were ready for it. “Not here.”

He secured your hand in his then started to get up from the ground. You were grinning as you stood up as well. He led the way and you keenly kept up with him, heading for the hallway that led to his bedroom.

You had only been passing by this room before. The uncharted territory was very exciting.

He walked toward the bed, but turned to you rather than sitting or lying down. His eyes appraised you and you felt quivers throughout your body as his hands caressed your naked sides.

He licked his lips as you eased yourself in closer, feeling his body heat touching your skin again. He let you initiate the next kiss, stepping up the intimacy. He kissed you back as you put your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you to press against him. As you enjoyed this closeness, you got the sense that he had stopped being so consumed by his worries. And so you didn’t have to keep yourself prepared for this embrace to end at any second.

You slid your tongue past his lips, tasting him deeper. At the same time he trailed his fingertips down your back. You felt so secure with him like this, even though you couldn’t predict what he was going to do next.

He didn’t rush you to progress, it seemed that he was perfectly happy to just go on kissing you. You tapped into your assertive streak, initiating the next step as you desired it. You moved your hands to the top of his chest and pushed, only separating from his mouth once it was absolutely necessary.

He knew what you wanted without you having to speak. He backed up a couple of steps. Once he was close enough, you gave him a proper shove, getting him to fall back and land on the bed, his hair (which had come completely loose at some point) fanned out in the air around his head. Before he could get settled, you proceeded to place yourself on top of him. He put his hands on your body, supporting you as you climbed on top, bracing yourself with a knee on either side of his hips.

He gathered your hair up in his hands, holding it away from your face as you swooped down to capture his lips. As you kept kissing him, you pressed more of your body into him, gradually bringing more of your weight to rest on him.

When you eased your tongue into his mouth again, he moved his hand to the back of your head, encouraging you as he gently held you in place. Serving your greediness, you started to grind your body on him. At the same time you were massaging your tongue on the roof of his mouth. You could feel his body responding to you and it invigorated you.

“You’re so perfect.” He said as you moved your lips lower, exploring onto his chin, and then throat. “Your sexiness: I can hardly believe it’s real.”

You paused, so surprised that you had to look at him. “How do you think I feel when I’m looking at you? You’re so unbelievable, Ethan.”

He gave you a quick kiss. “We can stop anytime you need to.”

“Thank you. But that feels like the opposite of what I need.” You said. “Please keep talking to me. Through the whole thing: please just talk to me, that’s what I need. But not like I’m a virgin that you have to over-explain everything to. Talk to me like I’m any other girl.”

“But you’re not any other girl.” He said.

Whatever you had been planning to say next promptly went flying out of your head. As you stared at him in the aftermath of that statement, you felt like you could have melted. You rushed to memorise these unexpected words.

A moment was necessary to gather yourself. “Just don’t feel like you can’t do shit with me. I don’t know what I don’t like, not really. So I wanna try heaps of stuff, everything. It’s gonna be amazing for me, no matter what. But I want it to be amazing and fun for you too.”

He lifted himself up a little, kissing you. “It already is, babe.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he readjusted, getting himself into a sitting position. Your body was controlled, ultimately moved off of his. He guided you onto the bed, then showed you that he wanted you to lay down on a pillow. You complied, getting comfortable as his attention went to the nightstand.

“I’ve got a lubricated condom here.” He said and you saw the small, packaged item now in his hand. “That should help us with, um, the fit. But if it starts to hurt, I need you to tell-...”

You placed your hand over his, giving it a brief squeeze to ensure that you had his attention. “I will. Could I see it, so I know what I’m preparing myself for?”

He held the square wrapper up for your benefit. “It says extra lube on the packet, but I’m sure it looks just the same as any other condom.”

“Uh-huh, I meant your cock.” You said. “And I think you know that. Please? You’ve been seeing me naked for hours now.”

He bobbed his head as he moved his hands down to the fly of his jeans. “Okay, you’re right.”

You did your best to affix your poker face (you hoped it was enough to convince him that you weren’t intimidated, as it was enough to convince your co-workers that you were genuinely interested in small talk with them).

He got the pants undone and down. As he removed them altogether, your eyes went to the shape that was pressing against the inside of his briefs. Your breath came in a little quicker as you properly registered the fact that you were about to see something you had fantasized about many times.

He started to take the underwear down, and quite quickly his cock sprung free. Your eyes grew wide because it was big - he hadn’t been over-exaggerating from a place of ego. You thought that both of your hands wrapped around it wouldn’t be enough to cover the entire length.

“Do you remember what I was saying a couple of minutes ago- about how you’re unbelievable” You asked as he removed his briefs. “Yep, I’m very confident that I chose the right word.”

He smiled, looking bashful. “Thanks, babe. We can take it as slowly as you like, I don’t want it to be too much for you.”

You parted your legs, creating a space that he could fill. “What if I want it to be too much?”

“You’re very ambitious, huh?” He asked as he tore into the condom wrapper. “Is that something that was covered in your birth chart?”

“Oh yeah, it’s in there. Does the ambition take away from my sexiness, or does it add to it?” You asked. You were hoping it wasn’t making you seem rude the way you couldn’t consistently make eye contact with him. You were getting distracted by watching him put the condom onto his erection.

“Adds to.” He said with a decisive nod. “Nothing could take away from how sexy you are.”

He got all of his shaft covered, then he started to lie down with you. He took his turn to be on top, kissing you as he settled into this new position.

You had never felt his body like this before, with nothing to interrupt or distract from the sensation of skin-on-skin. You didn’t mind the way this kept you from totally filling your lungs. Instead your focus went to noticing the brand new spots where you could feel his body connecting with yours. You were excited by what you didn’t know, rather than intimidated. You wrapped your arms around him, thrilled by the possibilities to be explored.

“Mm.” You hummed against his lips. “Are you gonna show me the secrets of your body?”

He caressed your hip, giving it some experimental squeezes, which you were definitely enjoying. “Yes, I’m gonna for you, my good girl.”

The hints of possessiveness in his tone pleased you, added to the intoxicating feeling in your head. You kissed him because you didn’t have any words worthy of saying right now. You knew you wouldn’t be able to express how marvellous it felt being wanted more so than you ever had been before.

He did some readjusting in the space between your legs, only one of his hands held onto you as he altered how his body weight rested on you. This led to you feeling something new pressing against you, high up on your inner-thigh. It took you a moment to recognise that this was his erection. The realisation made your heart skip over some beats.

The curiosity was burning through you. But you weren’t left waiting long to feel his dick on your crotch, being directed to your entrance. You kept kissing him, concentrating on what you knew you could handle.

You felt some pressure at your entrance, but it didn’t progress to anything more than that. You thought his hesitation had everything to do with you. Without separating from his lips, you showed him that you were ready for more by grinding your hips on his.

Your eagerness only grew with the tentative tempo that you moved your hips with. You could feel how sensitive from the earlier orgasm your pussy still was. The blood rushing back into this area made you notice a throbbing.

You got your hips lined up in a way that allowed you to drag your pussy up-and-down his shaft. You rubbed your wet heat along him, prompting him to wrap an arm around your middle, holding you firm to his body. The sounds of your lips meeting was soon accompanied by his quick inhales.

Your confidence in your movements was continuing to grow, but he was soon interrupting by drawing his hips away. There was some distance between your bodies, and you instantly disliked it.

But before you could figure out how to fix it, he was coming back to you. The first thing you felt was his cock, the tip pressing into your cunt. He didn’t pull it back this time. Instead you got to feel the increasing pressure that came from him beginning to fill into you.

You clung to him tighter than before, depending on the security of his embrace through these brand new sensations.

He paused while there was still more length to be buried into you, his arms tensed as he braced himself. “You okay, baby?”

Your heart was racing and you could feel quivers rushing through your system as you stood on the precipice of more. “Yeah, yep, I can take it.”

“Breathe deep.” He said, those serious eyes watching you carefully.

You nodded, but this very simple instruction took more effort than usual to complete. Your chest slowly inflated as you drew in a shaky breath. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moved your focus to how the breath felt.

As you were exhaling you felt him move closer, pushing in deeper. The pressure seemed to become more evenly distributed through your body, a presence you had to acknowledge.

“Good girl.” He said, inserting more of his length gently. “Do you like it?”

It was all-encompassing and the hints of intimidation only added to your excitement. Everything you were feeling was brand new, an intensity you had never achieved before.

And you knew you wouldn’t be the same after this.

“Yes, I really do.” You said.

He smiled, while appearing just as serious as he always did. He kissed you softly and you immediately responded, parting your lips and showing him more passion.

A moan was passed from your mouth to his as you felt him coming deeper again. One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. Your body was burning for him as you tried to prepare yourself for more.

His tip gently spread you further and you sucked on his top lip in response. More needy little sounds built up in your throat as your pussy adjusted to him.

With his lips still touching yours, he spoke. “You feel so good and you’re doing really well for me.”

You were continuously clenching and relaxing for him, your body’s only priority was to accommodate him. His kisses moved down to your throat again. Your mouth stayed open, trying to reclaim some air for your lungs.

He slid an arm beneath your body, lifting you from the bed. Locked in his embrace, you felt how he started to move, no longer just filling you. Between your sensitive walls, he rocked his dick, hitting new spots, all of them so receptive.

You swore under your breath as you marvelled at how perfect this motion felt. It was accelerating everything, while still giving you moments to slightly recover.

Your fingers clenched around the strands of his hair when he got a little faster. He moved with less hesitation, showing you more of what he could do with this determined rhythm. Your system pumped a gooey-kind of warmth through your body, the pleasure affecting so much of you.

He whined against your skin as he powered deeper. Your body jerked up into his as you were surprised by a new level of intensity.

“Uh, Ethan…” The syllables came out as strangled noises - nothing like how you were used to hearing your own voice.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” He asked and you felt his firm hand caressing the side of your face.

Opening your eyes to find him staring at you made your heart do a somersault and it felt like your knees turned to jelly. But you felt so safe, he didn’t need to say it.

“I want to.” You said and you turned your head, repositioning your mouth so that you could lick his thumb. “I really want to. But I want you to come, so badly.” You wrapped your lips around his thumb, giving it a brief suck. “Please, I want it. I want you to come.”

He gasped and you saw a new look in his eyes as you sucked more. Had he started to pump into you harder, or were you just getting more sensitive to his movements?

“Yeah, I- fuck, I will, baby. I’ll tell you when I’m getting close.” He said.

You kept his thumb in your mouth. You did your best to hold your eyes open, wanting to see the reactions dawning on his face. His responses, even in their subtlety, made you feel like you were doing it right, something you hadn’t expected.

“It’s not hurting?” He asked.

“Fuck no.” You said as quickly as you could.

He showed you a relieved smile, still working his hips into yours. His thumb left your mouth as he moved his hand lower, grabbing your hip.

“Baby…” He cooed. “Can you follow my lead?”

“Mm, uh-huh.” You said, knowing he would make sure this was something you could handle.

“Good. Move with me.” He said, and with a pull on your hip, he got you to rock up. “Mmn, yep, keep moving just like that.” You repeated the motion, feeling less uncoordinated than before. Then he was matching his movements to yours, adopting a different pace. “That's good. Yes, that's good. Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” You said, finding you could slip into a momentum without too much difficulty. To help brace yourself, you laid your hands against his sculpted chest. “I really fucking like it, Ethan.”

He held an arm under your body, supporting you away from the mattress and guiding more of you into the tempo. You were proud when you could consistently match him, your inexperience wasn’t leaving you behind.

The way your bodies matched felt Heavenly. The synergy was more than you had anticipated, feeding into the desire that burnt in your gut. You thought that every place where your skin met his would be marked with this lust for hours afterwards.

“This tight pussy was worth the wait.” He said.

He moved you into rocking quicker and you could pick up this tempo, feeling confident that this motion was something maintainable. It heightened the pleasure, your heart going faster because your widespread tingles were gaining power. You felt the excitement everywhere, your body becoming primed for the release.

With every movement creating more thrilling sensations, you started to go quicker, wanting to lessen the time spent between those rewarding peaks. You rutted yourself into him at your new, energetic tempo.

When he began matching you, he glided in deeper and made contact with your g-spot. Fireworks filled up your mind and your lungs froze around the current breath. Before he rocked back, you thought you could lose yourself entirely.

His next pound concluded at your sweet spot as well, then the next and you were soon consistently seeing fireworks. Keeping quiet was no longer an option, not while your composure was being turned into shreds. You wordlessly sobbed, getting louder than the sounds of your bodies collisions.

“Don’t stop, please.” You begged before he could have the chance to pause and check in with you. “Please don’t stop, please, please, baby please. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t falter, not missing a single jolt. You weren’t able to keep your eyes constantly open. But when you did gain a glance at him, you saw the expression on his handsome face, it was full of concentration and looked similar to clips you had seen of him drumming an especially intense part of one of his songs. It didn’t matter when you looked, he was always watching you.

“I know you’re getting close.” He said between little grunts of effort. “I can see that you’re fucking blissed out, it’s so gorgeous. So, so fucking gorgeous and sexy…”

The pressure was so intense that it felt like it could split you in half. But that wasn’t enough to make you stop. You remained invested in this rewarding momentum.

“Come for me.” He coached in a strained whisper. “You’re right there, I know you are. Come for me like the good girl you are.” It started to sound like a chant and you were shuddering wildly against him. “Come, cuh-um…”

Something so deep inside of you burst, a significant rupture and you instantly let everything go. You threw your head back and cried out in triumph. You lost yourself entirely, feeling the most powerful afterglow of your life.

He whimpered and groaned, writhing against your overworked body. But it was only for a moment longer. Then he pressed himself against you, swearing and saying your name as he completely dropped out of the rhythm.

“Cristo…” He sighed as he rocked his body weight back from you.

You were satisfied, but tender. Parts of your body ached and throbbed with slight hints of pain. The exertion had been incredible and you thought it could take longer than an hour for you to start feeling any energy returning.

He murmured your name and you looked to find him surveying you with a deeply concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise I am. I’m just… you’ll have to forgive me for being a little out of it, my whole world was just rocked and I lost my virginity.” You said, caressing his cheek. “Did you see which way it went?”

This relaxed him enough to show you a slight smile. “No, I’m sorry. I think it’s gone for good.”

You lifted yourself up so you could kiss him. “I’m not sorry.”

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