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cherspastries · 10 days ago

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hii :) would i be able to request something with Kimi? literally just pure fluff of them doing something random. not picky just love him and there isn’t nearly enough things of him

YOUR WORKS AMAZING :))))

YOU SHOWED ME

WHAT LOVE SHOULD BE!♡

MOVIE NIGHT :)

Kimi Antonelli X Reader

SUMMARY 𐙚 Movie night with your best friend turns into sleepy love confessions and groggy promises!

WARNINGS 𐙚 Just pure fluff w sleepy Kimi :)

WORD COUNT 𐙚 1K

A/N 𐙚 Yay first request!! I love Kimi so much, he deserves all the love in the world. And thank you sm for your support and your request!! Love ♥︎ Cher

DIRECTORY | MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN

Movie night was a common theme within your friendship with Kimi. Often did you find yourself in a pile of blanket and junk food from the nearby gas station with a movie you’ve seen a hundred times before playing on his large flatscreen TV. It started when the two of you were little and your parents would allow for supervised sleepovers in the living room. The two of you would make a huge fort and lay in it, quietly snickering so that your mom wouldn’t catch you both wide awake and sneakily watching her romance films.

The tradition lived on! Every month one of you hosted movie night, and the other person got to pick what film to watch and bring their own snacks, that were usually shared anyway. You were patiently sat atop his faux leather sofa, your feet dangling over the edge of the ottoman you pushed up against it to extend your leg room. You tapped your fingers against the plush surface, humming under your breath. Kimi was scurrying around to get everything sorted, including the movie, which was always watched via classic DVDs. It made the experience more nostalgic when you had to hear about Disney FastPlay every five seconds, and you couldn’t skip half of the advertisements.

“I think this thing finally broke,” Kimi laughed as he held up a flashlight to the DVD player. He wiped off the top with his hand; when he glanced at his palm, it was with disgust upon seeing the surface covered in dark gray dust. He blew into the cartridge like you would an old video game, and then placed the disc on the flimsy tray. When he tried to shove it back in, it kinda just… Flopped around uselessly.

You laughed at his efforts without shame, which of course made your Italian friend shoot you a playful glare. How dare you laugh at him. “You’ve had it for way too long, I’m not surprised it’s finally falling to pieces.”

“Hey!” He spoke up, fake hurt in his tone. “She’s been with us for so long, it’s like losing a family member.”

“She?”

“She.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the couch to help him in his fruitless endeavors. Kimi stepped aside to give you room, but kept the flashlight steadily pointed at the machinery in question. You gave it a thoughtful gesture with your hands on your chin, eyes squinted. “Hm.” You reached out, pushing the tray. It slid back in with ease, and your face lit up. “No way, first try!”

“What?! That’s so unfair.” You settled back onto the couch, and Kimi joined you a moment later- after he had collected the remote for the player.

“You just don’t have the magic touch.” You shrugged. He huffed with spirited anger, like a shared joke between the two of you.

“Oh, and you do?”

“Look, Kimi…” You shrugged, gesturing to the DVD player with a little smirk. “The technology doesn’t lie.” You both shared a laugh before dimming the lights and settling in for the movie.

You had both seen it before, but honestly those types of movies were what made this night special, because you got to commentate without disturbing the experience for the other person. Every time something embarrassing or cringy would happen, the two of you would groan and criticize the characters. Or if something made you mad, you’d go on a rant so long that Kimi would end up pausing the movie to listen. Tonight was a classic film, but that didn’t erase the various discrepancies in the plot line.

Things progressed as normal. You ate candy until you couldn’t anymore, you both talked nonstop, and Kimi fell asleep on your shoulder— Hold up.

Kimi fell asleep on your shoulder.

Yeah, no. That had never happened before! Movie night was sacred, there wasn’t supposed to be any sleeping! You flinched when you felt the weight on your arm, and you nearly had a heart attack when you realized what it was. His curls tickled your neck and jawline, soft hairs just lightly brushing against your skin. You should wake him up but… He seemed so at peace. Closed eyelids with his lips drawn into a little smile, and his eyebrows lax. Damn him for being so cute.

Nonetheless, you gently shake him awake with your other hand. He stirs to consciousness with a sleepy look on his face. Kimi sits up straight, stretching his arms out before settling back down against you. “Kimi-” You whisper in a desperate cry before he can doze off again. His eyes fling open, and he stares directly at you.

“Hm?” He groans with sleepiness, rubbing one eye with one hand.

“You can’t fall asleep, it’s the best-”

“You smell nice,” He suddenly grumbled out. His words were barely coherent, which was the first sign of an extra sleepy guy. “And your skin is so soft.”

“What-?”

“I think I love you,” He yawned right after, like it wasn’t a life changing thing to say. Your eyes went wide, and your lips fell agape in absolute shock.

“Kimi… Wait, don’t fall asleep again- What do you mean?!” He could barely keep his eyes open. Your loudness disturbing his peace made a pout form on his lips. Too. Damn. Cute.

“I love you,” He admitted. The boy fell forward, pressing his face into your neck again. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your arms wrapped around him, hands cradling the back of his head against you. You could hear a soft noise of delight come from the boy as he drifted back into a state of calmness.

“I…” You looked down. He probably wasn’t even listening, so no matter what you said, it wouldn’t matter. “I love you too…”

You decided to let him sleep— He probably needed it. So, you relaxed against the back of the couch, holding him close to you. You finished the movie knowing, in the back of your mind, that you’d have a lot of things to say come the morning. But for now, you chose peace. You chose to enjoy the quiet filled with requited emotion.

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flymetothexmoon · 2 months ago

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Vapes + Neon Lights

Warning: Vape Smoking. Flirty, Suggestive Seunghyun. Thigh Riding. Choking. Swearing.

Pairing: Seunghyun x F!Reader.

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The bass was loud, and the neon lights were even brighter from where you stood. One of your closest friends had came to you in a panic; providing you with urgent murmurs about something regarding a free ticket to some band you had never heard of before and how she'd love to have you there with her.

You were not her first choice, or even her second choice, but there was something about the desperation in her voice that made you pity her almost, and she was still one of your closest friends, so you agreed.

She was standing next to you, eyes glued to the stage in front of you two as she swayed back and fourth to the warm up music playing through the speakers, contents of the drink in her hand being sloshed around the air, landing on the floor beneath you two and even a small bit landing on your arm, the liquid sticking to your arm like glue and leaving a prominent fruity scent from the pineapple liquor.

Little did your friend know, you had indeed listened to the band you were about to watch. They were not typically your taste of music, as you were largely a fan of the early 2000's hip hop and rap scene.

"I hear the main dancer is newly single. He also raps. Cute, right? You two would totally be cute together if he was not a huge star." Your eyebrows knitted together at her comment, eyeing her up and down as she continued to sway back and fourth, wondering why she would say such a thing. Still, you humored her, "Maybe if he's cute enough I'll flash him or something."

You had never seen your friend's neck turn so fast. Her eyes were wide, and her lips were parted like she was surprised at your fire back. It ward hard to tell if she actually thought you were serious or not.

"O'mygosh! If you did and he like... totally fell in love with you or something, you have to put in a good word for me with G-Dragon. That would be so cool!" Slowly, you pushed your eyebrows together as you chewed the inside of your cheek, not really knowing how to respond as you made your attention to the stage she was staring at.

Techs began to roam the stage, checking for any issues with the equipment. There was not a whole lot of ground to cover since they were not that kind of band, but still enough people began to swarm the area and begin their routine maintenance checks. You found yourself swaying a little bit when the warm up music shifted to more your style of music– one of your hands finding its way into a pocket on the dress you chose to wear. Thank God for dress pockets you thought to yourself, your hand wrapping around the bedazzled Juul you brought with you everywhere.

Little rhinestones were delicately spread out across the front of your Juul, covering any indication as to what brand or flavor you were smoking, but at least you'd know if someone ever took yours by accident or purposely. The word "BITCH" was engraved in the plastic and you watched as the tiny rhinestones glistened against the stage lights, dancing against your hand slightly as you brought the cartridge to your lips, hallowing your cheeks just right so you'd feel the nicotine effect for longer.

Your eyes began to slowly close as the nictone filled your lungs, giving you the release you definitely needed if you were going to get through the night. Just as quick as your eyes had shut, they opened again when you felt someone's body pushing against yours, almost knocking the vape out of your hand in the process. Your eyes darted behind you, a girl who could not be more than fourteen wearing shirt with the band's faces on it. Honestly you would have not put two and two together if you had not done your research before coming out tonight.

"They do not allow smoking here! If BigBang saw you smoking that, they would totally think it was trashy. Especially T.O.P but maybe that's for the best because I am totally going to make him fall in love with me tonight."

Maybe it was the nicotine making you bolder than usual, or the contact high you were getting from the drink your friend had been sipping on, but a low laugh escaped your vocal cords as you brought the vape to your lips again, blowing the smoke directly in the fan's face.

To be honest you could not remember which one of the band members was T.O.P when you looked them up, but your response applied to each of the band members as you laughed again, watching as her hands frantically swatted around the smoke circling her little bubble.

"Honey, I do not even know who the hell this T.O.P guy is, but what are you? Twelve? He will most definitely not even think about you again if he even looks your way tonight, let alone do I think he'd go for someone with his face on the shirt they are wearing..."

The girl behind you gasped, stomping her foot, as if her age really was closer to the one you mentioned. Her lips had parted slightly like she wanted to say something bratty, but the taller girl next to her, assumingly her older sister, grabbed her by the wrist and mouthed you an apology as she ushered them into a different area of the venue.

Eventually the concert would come to a start, earning a low scream from your friend and practically everyone else in the building with the exception of you and the small amount of parents who were in the crowd. Thankfully, with the exception of the girl from earlier, you had noticed most of the fans were indeed around your age group, in their 20's, but there was definitely some excited teenagers too.

The concert started and it was loud. A lot louder than you'd expected for the kind of music they put out, but you did not really know much about KPop so who were you to judge. You could definitely see why your friend wanted needed to come so bad; the area in which you two were standing was really close to the stage as you watched your friend freaking out each time who you assumed was G-Dragon get too close to her.

You still had no idea which one T.O.P was out of the remaining members. He did have quite the following though, because his name stuck out like a sore thumb in the loud screams coming from the audience, every other name being hollered was his, and you made it a point to embarrassingly tap your friend on the shoulder, alsking her which one he was, to which she giggled excitedly, pointing him out to you as the taller one with blonde spiked out hair.

Nodding, you began to watch the show with a little more ease when she explained to you who the other members were as well.

Three songs in and you actually found yourself swaying your hips to the beats they put out, surprised at how catchy they were, and you had actually found a small smile forming across your lips whenever T.O.P would seemlessly float on the area of the stage that was most near you and your friend. He was definitely quick on his feet, and the way he rapped would shockingly remind you a tiny bit of the early 2000's hip hop that you loved so much.

Unknowingly to yourself, there were still times your hand would find its way around your vape again, inhaling its contents as you enjoyed yourself, still swaying your hips to the music as your fingers glided across the jewels on the cartridge, delicately gracing against each diamond.

A few more songs had played before you heard one of the members begin to talk into the frontal mic, his voice echoed through your ears as he began to thank everyone for coming, asking for validation about how things were going, and letting the audience know they would be breaking for a moment.

The venue began to slowly shell out as people scurried to the bathrooms and to the open bar for the appropriately aged fans. There was still a lot of people though, and it had not really dawned on you until then how big of a deal these guys were. Of course your friend had demanded the two of you stay together, but she was facing you now, her eyes glossed over from the alcohol and her lips curved into the perfect smile, making you smile back to see her so happy.

"I am so glad you are here. Aren't they like, the best? I hope they play Bae Bae next!" You giggled, placing your free hand on your friend's cheek as she melted at your touch, and you could tell just at how excited she really was with how flush her cheeks felt. You honestly could not remember if you listened to that song or not, and you were about to ask her how it went when the speakers began to flood the venue again with early 2000's hip hop again, specifically, a song you knew and loved, Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell.

One by one, the band members had made their way back to the stage, but instead of turning off the song, they all took note on how silly the crowd had gotten, and they began to dance around the stage as well, all of them laughing and doing their own spin of what it meant to quote on quote "drop it like it's hot"

T.O.P was right by you and your friend now, your friend too busy giving G-Dragon heart eyes from across the opposite side of the stage, even going as far as skipping over there so she could be closer to him, but still keeping you in the corner of her eye as she watched you. You were lost in the song most definitely, as your hips sway with such lust, Seunghyun would have thought you were dancing just for him at how close he was to you.

Your eyes fluttered long enough so that you could check your surroundings, and for a second, you had stopped dancing when you saw how close the taller blonde man was to you. In his own little world, Seunghyun began to thrust his hips to the side, mimicking how you just were, as you decided to shrug it off and continue to dance, but watching him now, hyper aware at his presence.

Seunghyun's movements continued to mimick yours, the two of you even making eye contact for a moment as a playful smirk spread across his lips, pointing his finger at you.

To your surprise, you smirked back once when you noticed a familiar black cartridge in his hand, one that was identical to yours without the diamond accents of course.

The two of you continued to dance, the song echoing in your ears, and more importantly... Seunghyun's smirk imprinting your brain like a goddamn tattoo. You were lost in your head– lost in the idea of the way he pointed a finger to you and how his lips looked when they smirked, like he was hungry, and only you could control his hunger.

It was only a four minute song, but the song felt like it was playing forever when you brought the black cartridge back to your lips, inhaling quickly as the smoke sat in your lungs for a while. You wanted needed to stop thinking about the man in front of you, but your eyes had latched onto him. Unknowingly, Seunghyun's hips had stopped moving and he'd bent down, so close to you could smell his cologne as he bucked almost to his knees, and tried his best to secretly wrap his hands around his vape, trying to hide the habit from the people around him as his own cheeks began to hollow out, his eyes widening slightly when he saw you saw what he was doing.

He smirked again, seeing your cheeks hollowed with smoke, as he practically leaned into you, nodding his head like he knew you would know what to do, and at the same time, you would both blow smoke in each other's faces.

Seunghyun's eyes twinkled, his body not reacting at all to the smoke of your vape clouding his personal space, the playful smirk still on his lips as he whispered to you and you alone, the way his lips smacking when he spoke.

"Bet that is not the only thing you hollow your cheeks for. Meet me after this?"

You gasped, but not loud enough for him to hear, all Seunghyun could do was see you nod, and just like that... the music stopped, and changed back to a song of their's, your friend, blissfully unaware of what just happened, began to jump up and down, screaming in your ear when the song took off.

"They are playing Bae Bae! I told you I'd hope it was next..."

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Truthfully, you did not know how you ended up where you are, but here you were and there he was as the two of you played a dangerous game that only you two had controllers for.

Maybe it was the way Seunghyun purposely made eye contact with you once more when singing his signature line in Bae Bae, "Yeah, your eyes are pretty like a deer my princess" or maybe you were still stuck on the idea of how goddamn sexy he looked against all of the neon lights while smoking his silly little vape in your face.

You were sat on one of his thighs, the bottom of your dress bunched up in just the right spot as you moved against him. Seunghyun's hands were planted firmly on your hips, his thumbs taking turns rubbing circles into your exposed flesh and also sinking his nails into you as his head tilted back, low groans leaving his vocal cords like a man possessed and the only way way he'd survive is if you were the one holding the cross.

Oddly enough, it was blonde haired man's idea for you to ride his thigh the way you were, if it were up to you, you'd be allowing him to stretch you and fill you into next year.

His fingers continued to work your hips as he moved to only sinking his nails into you, the sharper part of his nail moving in such a way like he was carving his name into your skin forever. It was getting harder for you to not rip the man's jeans off but you continued to move as you felt his free hand smack your ass, and he smacked you hard. You were sure the noise echoed and was very possibly heard from his band mates.

His band mates were not far from where you two were, and it was like Seunghyun wanted them to hear– wanted them to hear the noises you two would be making. The same hand that had smacked you had grabbed ahold of the bunched up fabric that was your dress and somehow hiked it even higher, his fingers gliding across the lower parts of your spine like he already knew all of your curves by heart.

"Fuck. You move like you were made for me, like I already know all the places on you to make you crazy. Keep going," it was more of a command than a statement and you were happy to oblige as the new feeling of your entire lower half being exposed to him now, silently thanking your getting ready self to not wear any panties tonight.

You were soft, and the dark jeans he was wearing were rough. A low moan exposed your own vocal cords as you continued to ride his thigh, rubbing against him like he was a goddamn coin operated animal ride you'd see in the early 90's or at the park.

Seunghyun's free hand was still tracing your lower spine as you quickly felt a change, a shiver even at the lack of contact once his hand moved. It did not take long for you to soon feel where it moved to, clasping against your throat like he owned you. The way his hand fit around your throat was not troublesome, but more welcoming as his grip was not tight enough to bruise you, but excite you.

"So fucking needy. I can feel how wet you are against my leg, baby. You like feeling my hand around your neck? It's like my hand was made to fit you. Like a permanent necklace."

Another moan escaped your insides as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, desperately try to hold back anything louder that might leave you. Instinctively, you had placed your hand on his chest, the tip of your almond shaped nails digging into the exposed, soft part of his chest as you scooted higher on his leg, deliberately pushing your wet folds closer to him and harder on his thigh.

Seunghyun's grip on your throat tightened, and you could feel his body twitch at the closer contact. His eyes quickly shut, like he was trying to tell if he was in Heaven or Hell. Slowly, his eyes began to flutter open again, staring at you like he knew you knew how close the both of you were.

"Treat my thigh like you would my cock baby and I might let you back into my hotel room later so you could feel the real thing..." That was all you needed before you could feel yourself bouncing on him now, with each bounce, Seunghyun could feel, see, and practically taste how wet you were against his thigh.

Your eyes began to flutter at the sensation of feeling yourself against him, feeling like at any moment, this man who was once a stranger, and still technically is, would cum just for you. You watched him for a moment, his breathing becoming uneven, as you leaned into him the best you could and began to nibble at his jawline, planting tiny butterfly kisses against the sensitive part of his face as you nibbled harder.

The grip he had around your throat did not get much tighter, but you could definitely feel your shoulders working overtime to try and crank your neck back so he could have more access if he wanted, and God did he, but he also knew if he squeezed you too hard, he'd cum.

Moans echoed out of both of you like a goddamn musical and that was when it finally happened... the tip of your nail dug deeper into his chest, and his hand tightened around your throat as you both came.

Seunghyun released his hand from your throat as he tousled the back of his hair, chuckling quietly as he looked down at you, and at himself. You came all over his thigh, and he had... came in his jeans like a teenage boy who was not use to dry humping. His cheeks did not flush a hue of red like you'd thought they would, instead, he had grabbed a vape from the table closest to him, not looking before grabbing, just allowing his lips and lungs to do the rest of the job.

You gasped, realizing he had grabbed yours. You were about to say something– say anything, when the blonde haired man brought the vape back to his eye level, the same smirk from before spreading across his lips as he looked at the vape, and then looked at you.

"Cute. Maybe next time I can see your lips wrapped around something other than this little vape of yours and watch you live up to what's bedazzled on here... Make you my bitch."

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Authors Note: if you made it this long, thank you for reading. probably my favorite fic i've ever written, and i had so much fun with this one. was impossible for me to not upload tonight. hopefully you enjoy as much as i did <'3

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mysticallystilinski · 1 year ago

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stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself

can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭

I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES

has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.

the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.

a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.

being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.

you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.

stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.

“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.

you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.

“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.

you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.

you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.

you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.

“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”

your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.

“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.

while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.

he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”

he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.

you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.

his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.

at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 4 months ago

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We bullied HP into a minor act of disenshittification

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me TORONTO TOMORROW (Feb 23) at Another Story Books, and in NYC on WEDNESDAY (26 Feb) with JOHN HODGMAN. More tour dates here.

Here in the darkest days of the enshittocene, enshittification is low quality and plentiful, but even in this target-rich environment, one company stands out as pioneering champions of enshittification: HP.

Every page in the enshittification playbook was printed in farcically expensive HP ink, and if you try to run a copy off for yourself, the printer will stop five times and force you to print a "calibration page" that is solid color from top to bottom, consuming about $10 worth of ink. Don't like it? Die mad.

HP drips with contempt for its customers. They make printer-scanners that won't scan unless all four ink cartridges are installed and haven't reached their best-before dates. They make printers that won't print black and white if your $50 magenta cartridge is low. They sell you printers with special half-full cartridges that need to be replaced pretty much as soon as the printer has run off its mandatory "calibration" pages. The full-serving ink you buy to replace those special demitasse cartridges is also booby-trapped – HP reports them as empty when they're still 20% full.

HP tricks customers into signing up for irrevocable subscriptions where you have to pay every month, whether or not you print, and if you exceed your subscription cap, the printer refuses to work, no matter how much ink is left. Now, about those HP ink subscriptions. When the company launched them, they offered a pot-sweetener meant to tempt in the wary: a one-price "lifetime subscription" that would let you print 15 pages every month, for so long as you owned the printer. But a couple years later, all those "free ink for life" customers got an email telling them that they were being migrated to a monthly payment plan, and if they didn't like it, they could eat shit and throw away their printers:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/06/horrible-products/#inkwars

HP pioneered the use of copyright law to prevent third parties from refilling ink cartridges or making their own compatible cartridges. Section 1201 of Bill Clinton's Digital Millennium Copyright Act makes it a felony to distribute a "circumvention device" to bypass access controls on a copyrighted work. By designing its cartridges do undertake a little cryptographic handshake with the printer to verify their "authenticity," HP ensures that anyone who markets a bypass device to let you choose which ink you use in your own damn printer is a felon, liable to five years in prison and a $500 fine under DMCA 1201.

Of course, nature finds a way. Hardware hackers have come up with some insanely cool bypass devices for HP printer cartridges, like these paper-thin, flexible, adhesive-backed circuit boards that wrap around third party cartridges, intercepting communications between the printer and a salvaged HP security chip:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/30/life-finds-a-way/#ink-stained-wretches

But HP fights back, and they fight dirty. For example, they periodically push out "security updates" for their printers that break compatibility with third party cartridges. To prevent HP customers from discovering and blocking these fake security updates, HP designs them to lie dormant for months after installation, until everyone has clicked "OK," and then all those Manchurian Printers wake up and betray their owners by refusing to use their ink:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer

All of this has allowed HP to monotonically raise – and raise – and raise – the price of printer ink to the point where it is now the most expensive fluid a civilian can purchase without a permit. Printer ink now runs over $10,000/gallon, meaning that you print out your grocery lists with colored water that costs more than the semen of a Kentucky Derby winner.

HP is truly the poster child for enshittification, and also, patient zero in the enshittification pandemic:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/02/18/ink-stained-wretches/#hache-pe

HP's enshittificatory impulses run wild. They hunt relentlessly for ways to make things worse for their customers in order to make things better for themselves. Last week, they came up with a humdinger, even by their own standards. They announced that people who called their customer service line would be subject to mandatory 15-minute waits, even if there was a rep who was free to talk with them:

https://www.theregister.com/2025/02/20/hp_deliberately_adds_15_minutes/

During this mandatory 15-minute wait, customers would be bombarded with a recorded voice demanding that they solve their problems by consulting HP's website and its awful chatbots. In a competitive market, businesses can contain their customer service costs by making better products. In a monopolistic market like the printer racket, companies can deliberately introduce maddening antifeatures to their products, and then fob off the customers who reach such a peak of frustrated rage that they resort to calling a customer support number on chatbot that will use its spicy autocomplete to hallucinate nonexistent drivers and imaginary troubleshooting steps.

When I saw this, I thought, whelp, that's HP all right. Shameless.

But they're not entirely shameless. Within a day of Paul Kunert breaking the story in The Register, HP had reversed its policy, citing "feedback" (a corporate euphemism that means "fury"):

https://www.theregister.com/2025/02/21/hp_ditches_15_minute_wait_time_call_centers/

This is a rare win for the forces of disenhittification and it deserves recognition. It turns out that in these Mangionean times, companies can actually be bullied into comporting themselves with marginally less sleaze and cruelty. It's especially noteworthy that this took place in the UK, where Prime Minister Kier Starmer has invited tech companies to pick Britons' pockets without fear of consequence, by firing the top competition regulator and replacing him with the former head of Amazon UK:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/22/autocrats-of-trade/#dingo-babysitter

Even in these degraded times, we can get these fuckers. When Sonos enshittifies its smart speakers, we can get its CEO fired:

https://www.theverge.com/2025/1/13/24342179/sonos-ceo-patrick-spence-resignation-reason-app

When Unity sticks its hand in the pockets of every game dev in the world, we can get its entire executive team shitcanned:

https://venturebeat.com/games/john-riccitiello-steps-down-as-ceo-of-unity-after-pricing-battle/

It doesn't always work. Enshittifiers rack up some Ws, and make bank even as they immiserate 500 million users (looking at you, Steve Huffman – the people have long memories):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2023_Reddit_API_controversy

But if we can bully the psychotic monsters who populate HP's Executive Row out of their enshittificatory plans, then it's worth trying it every time.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/22/ink-spattered-pitchforks/#racehorse-semen

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heartfullofleeches · 5 months ago

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I Wanna Shoplift sh*t from W*lmart with You

(Title Inspo - 8 Now by Food House)

Shy Male Yan + G.N "Bad Influence" Reader

Content: Shoplifting, small mention of weed. One slightly suggestive scene if you squint, but mostly SFW.

The pungent smell of freshly bleached tile. Children screaming up and down isles, guardians mysteriously void from sight. This store...

Is heaven.

"Whatcha think about this one, Mikey?"

Mischievous laughter is all it takes to drown out the screeches. The aroma of your body wash wafts off you from the close proximity, permeating his nostrils as he squeezes ever so closer to you in that secluded neck of the fashion department - accessories spread across the back wall as far as the eye could see.

"Well?" The light shake of your wrist yanks him back to attention; gems decorating the belt dangling from your grasp clicking against the beaded bracelet your partner in crime had made for you some months prior. It warms his heart to see it on your possession to this day.

"These rhinestones match pretty well with your highlights, don't you agree."

"I... I guess so..." Timid fingers course through the lilac streaks in his hair. You're so thoughtful to point out the little details like that.

"I'd love to buy it for you as an early birthday gift, but I don't get paid till the end of the week."

Micheal would offer to pay for it himself- You wouldn't even have to pay him back since he knows how tight you are on cash between checks. He walked into this store knowing full well of your end goals. The sliver of intimacy was all he needed to keep his wallet in pocket - right next to the handful of candy bars you had already deposited into his jeans.

Riding the high of your petty crimes, your smile falls as heavy footsteps pelt the isle floor. Your voice drops to a hushed whisper as you drag your friend in by his collar.

"Shit. Security guard, five o'clock. Act natural."

Micheal freezes in place- His entire body locks up, beads of sweat trickling from his rigid face. Stiff as a plank of wood, his frail figure melts at the soft stroke of your knuckles against his cheekbones.

"Babe- Stop. We're in public, we can't do that here."

Your hands crawl down to his waist, pulling him in as far as your bodies would physically allow as you slip the tip of the belt through the first loop in his pants. Mikey's grateful for the candy in his pockets as they draw notice away from the other mound in his jeans, swelling as you grip his thigh to hold him still. His eyes wander over his shoulder, further distracting himself from the issue.

The security guard half-heartedly scans the area, locking eyes with Micheal for a flicker of a second. Panicking, his hand slams against the vacant wall behind you, pinning you in place as he leans in - lips inches from your own.

"What can I say? Y-you're impossible to resist."

The guard grimaces, mumbling something beneath his breath as he marches off to another section of the store. Time stills for Michael as he stands over you- Gazing into your eyes, breathing the air you exhale. His eyelids flutter shut, lips tingling from the desire pumping through his bloodstream.

"Aaaaand, done! Good thinking pushing me against this wall, Mikey!"

"Wha?... oh...." Michael lifts his baggy shirt, the belt strapped tightly around his waist.

"Y-yeah, no problem."

"Hey, you still got that dab pen I gave you the other day?"

Of course he does- If he tries hard enough, he can almost taste you on it.

"Yeah... Why?"

"I bought a new cartridge with the money you let me borrow the other night. Let's go back to my place and have a little fun, okay?"

Micheal's certain the type of "fun" you have in mind differences from his own, but the idea of getting high as a kite and reaping the day's spoils is the second best ending to an outing with you.

"There's a shopping cart over there- Hop in, and I'll wheel you outside!"

Grabbing your best friend's hand, the world regains that lustrous tint Michael can only step through when he's by your side. Curling his fingers around yours, he'd let you drag him to the ends of the earth if you so wished.

Prison or the unknown, as long as you were there - he'd follow.

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deadhands69 · 4 months ago

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Tomura Shigaraki Proposing

soft!Shigaraki x Reader

1000% tooth rotting fluff Sorry for the boring name, I wasn't sure about posting this one but figured it's Valentine's day. Hope someone else enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Preface: Canonically, Shigaraki isn’t really the type to care much about getting married. He’s never really thought about it in relation to himself. Plus, you never showed any interest in that so he never had reason to. But. Things happen and for whatever legal reason, you find yourselves in need of a marriage certificate.

So, it’s decided.

He doesn’t make a big deal of it at first, returning to his game quietly. He continues to think through the evening and something about it feels off. Tomura’s never been set on any particular tradition but he’s not stupid. He knows how people usually do things and he’s adaptable. Even if you are just doing it for a sheet of paper, one of you is supposed to actually ask. Right?

Abruptly, he drops the controller after a match and brings it up. He wants to propose, would you be okay with it? After some reassurance that he doesn’t have to, he tells you that, now that he’s thought through it, he wants to. When you ask what he’s planning on doing he scoffs and says that even he knows that part’s supposed to be a surprise.

“Pick a game,” he says, tossing an N64 controller in your direction. You push the Pokemon Snap cartridge into the console, still not looking reassured by whatever Tomura would consider a surprise.

“It’ll be cute,” he comforts you, “don’t worry.”

“As cute as a pikachu?” you ask as one jumps across the screen.

“I'll try,” he says quietly while subtly smirking.

Over the next week, Tomura is quick to rush to the door whenever a package shows up, being sure to grab them before you have a chance to look. It’s a bit odd, but not completely abnormal. He did the same thing a few months ago when he was excited for a special edition action figure he ordered so you don’t think much of it.

Your sleeping schedule has been fucked since you started spending time with Tomura so you’re never entirely sure what time it is when you wake up. Based on the light peeking through the blinds, you’d guess early afternoon. Typically, he’ll sleep later than you so it comes as quite the surprise when you roll over and throw your arm around an empty blanket.

Almost empty.

A pokeball shaped envelope filled to the brim lays on his pillow. When you open it, you find a stack of energy cards and a small note in Tomura’s messy handwriting:

they’re in order, you know where to find them.

❤︎ Tomura

ps: you can always see the next one from where you’re standing

A fire card lays on the top of the deck. You sit up, trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes as you glance around the space trying to figure out what he means. Something glints from the corner, above the heater. Pressing out of bed, you walk across the room to find a charmander card. Cute.

The next energy card is water. You search your room again to no avail. Standing in the same spot you found the charmander, you realize can see the bathroom through the cracked door. There’s a gyarados card in the shower.

This continues for a while as you pull cards from the envelope.

Rayquaza on top of a mountain painting.

Joltik by a lamp.

Bulbasaur in a houseplant.

Leafeon in another houseplant.

Articuno stuck to the freezer by a magnet.

Squirtle in the kitchen sink.

Finally, you find a cute pair of pikachu house slippers hidden in the cords behind the tv. You put them on, pulling out a dark card next.

In the kitchen, you see a post-it stuck to the cabinet.

Night ❨

When you open the door, an umbreon plushie falls out. With the prizes getting bigger, you must be getting close to the end. Looking back in the envelope, there’s only one card left: you pull out a lone purple psychic energy.

“Hmmm,” you mumble to yourself while trying to think of where else you could find a pokemon in your one bedroom apartment. You look out the window to the park across from your building as you think.

Then it hits you.

The next one isn't in the apartment.

You have to go to the (tall) grass outside. Swapping your cute new slippers for some sneakers, you throw on a jacket and make the trek to the park. It’s freezing but you barely notice the chill in the excitement as you rush across the street.

Turning onto the path into the park, you begin looking for…you aren’t sure yet, but you’ll know it when you find it.

After a short walk through the trees, the faux forested area opens up into a grassy patch still covered in frost. On a bench near the edge of the grass sits Tomura in a mimikyu onesie, strands of his white hair poking out from under the hood. It suits him. Even his red shoes with black laces match the outfit perfectly. Seeing you, he stands and walks over. You make a mental note that this is the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

“I know you wanted a pikachu, but this seemed more fitting.”

“It is,” you giggle, running your hands over the soft fabric. “You look cute.”

He smiles bashfully. He’s practiced this at least a hundred times before today and he knows you’ll say yes, you already did. That doesn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach now that it’s actually happening.

“Uhm,” he drops to one knee. As he looks up at you, the oversized hood falls over his face. He moves it back slightly, along with his messy hair and his crimson eyes find yours.

“[y/n].”

“Yes, Tomura?”

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course,” you exclaim, pulling him to his feet and smashing your lips into his. His cold nose presses into your cheek as he kisses you back.

While the decision had already been made for practical purposes, you’re surprised at how excited you feel. Honestly, you didn’t expect him to make so much of an effort either.

“Can we go home now,” he grumbles against your lips, “it’s cold out here.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” You grab his hand, tangling your pinkies together as the two of you make your way back to the path.

As you walk the short distance back to your apartment, you think of how nice it will be to spend the rest of your life with him. Starting with this evening: cuddling your mimikyu on the couch with a hot cup of tea.

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askagamedev · 6 months ago

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There’s a lot of noise online about live service games being detrimental to the quality of games, such as initial launches being bug ridden and with incomplete features. Is there any truth to this last statement? And are the spending patterns reflecting the idea that people are dissatisfied with this model of monetization?

I think that it is true that initial launches are indeed more bug ridden today than they were before day 1 patches were possible, but the reason for this is much less nefarious than most are imagining. I was already working in games before that big change happened and I saw what happened from the inside.

Before we could patch, producers would cut content and features much more mercilessly because we lacked the time to finish that content properly and still pass certification. We couldn't ever modify or add stuff to the disc or cartridge, so we had to make sure that what went out was the most stable thing we could. Stability was more important than scope, so we'd see stuff get cut near the end all the time. There were a lot of features and content that players never saw because we couldn't get them polished and stable before the game had to ship. If we were lucky we managed to save some of it for expansion packs but most of it never saw the light of day. The last few weeks of the project were mostly wasted sitting around and waiting because we couldn't ever risk making any changes that weren't addressing cert-blocking bugs and we would mostly wait around to find out if cert had gone through.

Back then, the burned and duplicated disk sent to retailers was the final pencils-down-step-away moment. The gold master is what got used to duplicate all of the discs and we couldn't make a new one. Further, all of those duplicated disks out in the wild would forever hold the "final" version of the game, bugs and all. The only way a new version was possible was another print run, and that only occurred in very rare cases where the entire first print run sold out and there was enough demand to print a second run... and the publisher felt it was worth going through certification a second time.

With the advent of internet-connected game consoles and networks, we got the ability to push out post-launch patches including day 1 content updates. With the ability to patch came the potential to finish some of that nearly-complete content that we used to have to cut for stability purposes. Instead of focusing on stability, we could actually push fixes later and fit more content into our releases. This meant that we could also shift people to work on post-launch content, rather than simply sitting around and doing nothing while waiting for cert results. We could fix bugs and work on new content and features during that time and we could leverage all the expertise and experience we had earned in the years of development up to that point.

To summarize - in the olden days, we had to cut a lot more content and features that were close to being finished because we needed to go pencils-down for certification. Today, we can continue working on content that would have been cut because we can patch fixes into the game. This results in overall buggier content and features on average at launch but it also results in significantly more content and features on average at launch than before.

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mini-ism · 7 months ago

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#— MODULATE.

⭑ pairings: billy kid x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

⭑ words: 1,722

⭑ synopsis: billy can’t help but beg you to try out his fancy new arousal module.

⭑ warnings: loss of virginity/first time, grinding/dry humping, p in v, slight praise kink, unprotected intercourse, overstimulation (billy), afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

⭑ notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is still bae

“and where did you find this?” you quirked an eyebrow, your curious gaze holding billy’s. you couldn’t help but wonder what motivated the android to obtain… whatever that was.

he excitedly squealed. “it’s only a top of the line module, and you wouldn’t ever believe me if i told you the truth — that i found it a hollow! perfectly intact, too!” billy’s tinny voice drawled on, “these are totally rare, only few can get their hands on ‘em! so, please, you gotta let me try it out! come on, just once! it’ll be fun!”

you sighed affectionately, letting billy interpret your lack of a rebuttal as a meager ‘sure, why not?’

as billy slipped off his signature red jacket, he guided you to the module slot carefully disguised on his back. it rested right below the metallic shoulder, where the scapula would be on a human. “press it, it’ll open easy. though it might jump out at ya.”

he had warned you, but as you pressed it, it immediately sprung open, perhaps somewhat violently. you took note of a few occupied slots, the standard emotional module, with a few other cartridge-looking modules taking up some of the slots. you slid in the next one, silently hoping you did it right, the action reminiscent of putting in a SIM card.

“did you get it?” you closed the metal plate, positioning it along his back normally. “yeah, i think so.” he replied in an inquisitive tone.

billy straightened his back, his yellow optical sensors providing an expression his face plate couldn’t. his eyes widened, then he blinked, a confused look donning his expressive feature, “huh, i don’t feel anything yet. but it is definitely in!”

you nodded. “surely you're not mistaken? you said that was an arousal module?”

he affirmed it was, taking note of your puzzled face. were you always that cute? you were, but it feels a bit different now with that cartridge-thing in his back.

“it takes specific actions and things to get someone arou—”

“i know that!” billy rudely interrupted, maybe a bit flustered, “you don’t gotta explain all that to me! just don’t know how it feels is all.”

you could hear him trail off embarrassingly, his eyes downturned, avoiding your gaze. you really are a cutie, he just can’t handle your scrutiny is all!

it was awkward for a few moments before you cut through the tense atmosphere with your… delicate and charming… kind voice…

“so, uh, do you still want to try it out?” your eyes landed on the unworn red jacket, previously in your peripheral.

“…yeah, i do.” his robotic, boyish voice was quieter than usual, but sincerity lied in his words.

you might drive him mad already, though that emotion was terribly unfamiliar. especially with how much closer you kept getting. even through the cold, hard metal of his body, he could feel the warmth radiating from your skin. the sensation was akin to a short-circuit.

“ah… you’re warm.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. your hands moved to circle around his neck, planting a soft kiss to it. he let out an unrestrained noise, the foreign feeling getting him worked up. he could feel his body growing strangely hotter, too.

your barrage of touches and kisses eventually pushed him back onto your bed, even the soft sheets sent a thrill through him. it was overwhelming, in a way, all these typical things heightened every other sense of his, like an erotic yet sadistic cycle of pleasurable torment. it was as if billy’s body were not even his own to control anymore, seriously, why is he whining like this?

“oh, i—” his voice was strangled and squeaky, letting out all sorts of overstimulated noises, all of the familiar parts of life suddenly a different type of exciting, “you’re so… ugh—”

what the fuck was that?

his hips, they just bucked up, why did they do that? why did that friction feel the way it did as you straddled him closer? it felt good, all that warmth, especially between your legs… how lewd.

“that’s it, billy.” your voice, it was enchanting, lulling him into an erotic trance. a gentle guide towards a pleasure only many androids and robots could ever wish to experience. he made another weak, squeaky noise in response, his flexible hands moving to cup your ass. as you littered his neck and face with more kisses, your hands roamed over the smooth, rigid metal of his body. you could feel the heat radiating from the core of his chest.

“feels nice. really nice, ah,” billy’s hips involuntarily jolted upward. sure, billy structure was made to replicate a human’s body, but even that part of him worked? jarring, to him at least. it was terribly sensitive too, more so than any other part of his carefully made body. his hands rode up your sides, hiking up your shirt selfishly. his hands came up to squeeze your breasts a few times, savoring the feeling of the soft, heated flesh in his mechanical palms. with a mindless yank, your shirt came off, your skin prickling as it made contact with the chilled air. your nipples were no exception, hardening into pert buds within seconds. billy pinched them a few times, taking the sight in perversely. he let out a sudden gasp.

“just like that, oh, f-fuck…” billy’s voice faltered as you rocked your body his along his clothed erection. seems this module did more than one thing. your hands snaked back around his neck, your grinding growing more desperate with every movement, billy’s grip on your ass tightening. you leaned in close, the friction against your needy clit a wonderful relief, but so painfully temporary. just a little more and you could…

“billy, i wanna take you.” you abruptly stopped, breathing hotly against his cold neck, your cheek pressed against it. he silently lifted your hips and ass up, quickly working the belt undone and unzipping his pants. something sprang out, but it wasn’t painful or cold at all. it was just as unfamiliar to him as it was you.

“so do you just…?” he asked sheepishly.

“yeah,” you murmured back, letting one arm pull down your pants, shimmying them off with a bit if concentrated effort. your panties were through one leg as your stayed straddled on billy, his larger frame leaned against the wall your bed was positioned on. you gave billy a shy, heated look, your breathing labored as you went in for another kiss on his cheek, your arms meeting again behind his neck.

that crazy overwhelming feeling has only worsened, even as he desperately tried to shrug it off. he could feel his cock vigorously twitch with each latent thought running through him. he placed his hands gently onto your hips, guiding your entrance towards his tip, his eyes narrowing as he cast a side-long glance of reassurance to you. his maneuvering was gentle and soft, taking one hand to line himself up with you. billy’s tone was akin to his delicate handling of your body, “go on, when you’re ready, ‘kay?”

you whispered a small “okay,” sinking yourself down onto him. you whined, billy’s two-handed grip firm, yet tender and assuring. “you got it.”

the stretch was no longer excruciating, dissolving into a delicious mixture of ecstasy and masochistic agony. as you sullied yourself down further onto him, you held him tighter, closer, with another needy mewl. this was just as intense for him. the feeling of being entirely enveloped by heat was exhilarating, yet it threatened to consume him whole if he wasn't careful. billy groaned, keeping himself in check for as long as he could. you reached the hilt of his cock, his shaft buried in you deep, the potent sensation intoxicating.

“there we go.” he patted your side, gingerly pulling you upwards, only the needy head of his cock remaining. you whimpered at the loss of him, billy promptly shushing you as he lowered you down again. your eyes screwed shut with a loud moan, feeling his cock split you open again, the action dizzying and feverish. promptly, he pulled you upwards again, your body finally willing to cooperate with his, before letting you down again. with each movement up and down, the thrust into you grew more ardent and urgent. billy’s timid demeanor waned into a heady need for pleasure, your cunt finally accepting his size with minimal give.

“oh, god, you’re tight!” billy threw his head back slightly with a grunt, he dare not shut his eyes for too long. the sight of you finally bounding on him was something to be admired. the way your body grew more desperate with each fuck into you, your shallow and loud breathing, he needed to see all of it. your hips had a mind of their own, taking him with vigor as you took him. with each loud gasp followed a “billy!” or a particularly needy “ah!” no part of him wanted to ever let go of your body.

his thinking and processing became particularly slow, succumbing to primal need, letting you fuck yourself silly on him. billy loved the way you pulled him even closer, the way you would moan on his dick, it was getting to be… a bit much…

he struggled to keep his eyes open, squinted with deep pleasure as he watched you frantically bounce up and down, his hands still resting on your waist. “billy! i’m gonna— oh, fuck!”

that didn’t quite register, in more ways than one. even with a lack of understanding, he found himself reciprocating the intensity, thrusting up into you with a rough and fast tempo. ��yeah, do it f’me, just like that.”

your grip around him tightened, legs shaking in overused agony, muscles trembling with need as release washed over you. billy was quick to follow. the burning need came to a head, your hips weakly stuttering on him. his senses were definitely overloaded, the perceived feeling like having his CPU absolutely fried, even so, he could manage decently well. maybe his parts weren’t all cooked up. yeah, definitely a different feeling. a good one, too.

“fuck, billy…” you whined, pussy gushing the last remnants of your orgasm around him, billy’s large arms coming to wrap entirely around your waist again.

“didn’t you just do that?”

#billy kid #billy zzz #billy kid zzz #billy!#zzz x reader #zzz billy #zzz billy kid #zenless zone zero x reader #zenless zone zero #zenless zz #zzzero #billy kid x reader #reader x billy kid #mdni #i luv u billy plz dont die #lighter is still bae i promise

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prettybabybaby · 2 years ago

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miguel o’hara sees you while saving your universe and decides he has to have you so (using his venom) takes you with him to his universe to do as he pleases with you (and i KNOW this man has a big dick i can feel it)

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content: noncon, dark!miguel o'hara, fem!reader, unprotected sex, spit

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you were losing. your web cartridge was low, webs coming out in short spurts. stress was clear on your pretty face as you banged your wrist against your other hand desperately.

miguel had no choice but to step in, handling the situation with ease. you were a weaker one, breaking down before he had even spoken a single word to you. you sobbed all the way back and long into the night, disturbing him of a nights sleep. his frustration only grew the longer you cried until it had finally stopped, silence taking it's place and only then was he left with thoughts.

you were pretty, a beautiful head perched on enticing shoulders and delicate curves. miguel swelled, pushing against the front of his suit as his thoughts of you overtook the stressful -- much more important -- matters he had yet to solve. he had no choice but to give in to his desires.

you awoke before he even touched you, attempting to spring into action but he got ahold of you, clasping a strong hand over your mouth as he pinned your hands over your head. you pushed, kicked your legs and writhed but he paid you no mind as his teeth grazed the side of your throat.

the shallow heaves of your chest slowed and your tense muscles went slack. your fearful, widened eyes falling. your slow moving pupils followed his frame. he reached behind you, grasping your side and flipping you onto your stomach. calloused fingers trailed up your spine, eagerly searching for your zipper.

impatience grew within him as he tried to refrain from tearing the fabric of your carefully woven suit. miguel barely managed to pull the skin tight suit down your knees before reaching behind his neck and tugging.

he was already hard, fueled by your warmth and compliance. he almost wished he could see you struggle, feel himself overpower you and keep you still while you continued to try and escape him. but that was too risky, jessica was already suspicious of his lack of opposition to help you. that's not to say that he wasn't inconvenienced, but his attraction to you was undeniable and you were weak.

miguel sighed, making contact with your dry heat. his hand curled around your head, pushing his digits into your slack mouth and collecting the slimy moisture, roughly spreading it around your cunt before beginning to push himself inside.

he was met with resistance, struggling to push his head past the threshold. he groaned in annoyance, hips slamming against yours. a weak whine left your lips, a glossy sheen brimming in your waterline as he began to move with fervor, unable to contain himself.

miguel was anything but gentle, and you were well on your way to figuring that out.

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b1asho · 10 months ago

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Round one of the species introduction!!!!

Prectikar Master Post:

Here's some info on them, and if you want to see some other drawings I've done of them (albeit some occasionally older n crustier ones), check out my deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/blasho

Anyway let's get into a terribly long string of paragraphs about some of their info:

Prectikar are a large sentient species, usually standing at around 8-9 feet tall when fully upright and weighing anywhere close to or upwards if 1000 pounds

They are covered in feather-like fur (or is it fur-like feathers? They're occasionally branched like feathers, and all have quills, but some are more hairlike) due to the cold climate they evolved in, though length and thickness of it now varies by region.

They are omnivorous, and while they have many traits to help them hunt and kill, most of their diet tends to be plants.

Originally rush-down predators, they use their considerable strength to move in quick bursts and their specialized tusks to either ram prey to death or gouge into it as they grapple it.

Their jaw strength is also insane,with their skull actually sacrificing brain space in favor of it, which helps them eat pretty much anything they come across. They pay a lot of attention to food and cooking because of their high calorie needs and very sensitive nose/tongue.

They have manganese as an oxygen carrier is a result of the scarcity of other metals in their environment and potentially because of its general affinity for oxygen.

This causes their blood to be an amber/orange brown and shades of pink depending on its exposure to oxygen.

Through a network of cooperative bonding and other adaptations (like better oxygen retention in muscles and the easily carried size and longevity of the molecule) they’ve managed to bring this manganese transport molecule close to hemoglobin in terms of effectiveness, though they can also make use of manganese’s catalyst properties to temporarily push it to bring lots more oxygen to their tissues at a time (used for short bursts of speed and strength that allow them to take down large prey and plants for food).

their large body size (selected by their colder environment) lets them use their own high body heat to keep the O2 fixation and liberation going in their highly effective lungs.

An extensive understanding of their internal chemistry is unknown (aka gatekept by their colonizers/"uplifters" who ill get to later) but it seems like they also have a network of bacteria in their body just to manage the more reactive and damaging oxides that form, and to remove/convert the spent manganese into connective tissue and aid in bone maintenance.

They have higher calorie needs from keeping up the body temp and recycling/removing all that stuff, alongside just being big in general. Alongside a lot of sleeping, they also basically just eat all the time (compared to other species) to compensate, though their mammal-like fat retention and other metabolic adaptations for scarcity mean that they can handle long periods without resources(though this causes increasingly compounded problems for them)

Some other downsides include low tolerance of changes in oxygen levels (particularly low) and temperature levels, and poor adaptation to environments outside of their biosphere/without all the microorganisms since these things upset their delicate balance.

(part of why so many tribes were nomadic was/is to chase temperate and ‘warm’ seasons, even though to us that’s still cold. Prectikar living in human dominated areas often just take a lot of supplements with beneficial bacteria in them to cope with thr lack of that in their environent, and any food printers need an 'ink' cartridge containing these things or else theyre basically useless.),

They also experience faster general wear and tear from having constant complex and intensive chemical reactions(sometimes with dangerous chemicals) going on in their bloodstream and tissues.

( I’m not a biochemist, so if there’s any glaring issues with this then just explain it away to yourself with ‘they have a gland for that’ or ‘just don’t think about it actually’ which is what I did. I just wanted the fun color with a metal that can reversibly bond with oxygen :). )

They have one nasal passageway for smell/air and a second, bigger cavity for just vocalization (which they can’t breathe in from as easily).

This second cavity is between their first set of eyes, and has a phonic lip structure inside to produce higher pitched sounds.

The upper nasal opening has muscled nostrils that act as lips to further help control sound. The noise coming from here sounds very high to them, but to us it sounds like a nasally human voice, broken uobhere and there with squeaks, buzzes, and clicks).

They can pitch this nose voice very high, closer to dolphin-like clicking noises but not quite echolocation level.

Their throat vocal cords by their air sac are very long and thick, used for making very deep noises that carry long distances.

However, the vocal control they have through their mouth is very poor due to this and the inarticulate lips and tongue they have, and due to the more limited air they can bring in and out of it, so when speaking only through their mouth they sound a lot like seals or dogs and can only really go in short bursts before having to refill the sac.

Most of their languages are spoken with the nose and mouth sounds in tandem, where the high and low mix to make a more even sounding voice.

It’s fairly easy to understand them, but nearly impossible for us to truly speak any of their native languages, and if they wanted to they could also just start making sounds we cant hear.

They see it as strange that humans and other species speak with a single tone without difficulty.

The red flaps pictured on the drawing of their mouth and nasal passages can be moved to seal off the passage and direct airflow elsewhere.

The big red one in their throat acts as a “diaphragm” to fill and empty the air sac (which is left over from when their digestive and respiratory tracts were more connected like ours, but time in the water heavily shifted it to a more ‘blowhole’ type outline to help them breathe and vocalize from the surface).

The other flap by the air sac and its vocal cords moves upwards to block off the digestive tract whenever the mouth or nose is opened to allow air to be drawn in by this diaphragm.

The two red flaps making a pinched shape can move independently or with the other red flap, but never at the same time with each other. The main airway is always separate from the digestive tract, though the flap to the middle, non vocal nasal passage can be moved so that it’s a part of either the vocal nasal passage to draw in air or the air sac part to act as another resonance chamber.

Air can be drawn in by the diaphragm via open mouth and through the nose via open top red flap at the same time, and can be released at the same time, resulting in their near continuous double speak sound they use for their own language.

Their characteristic large tusks are retractable and housed in a cone-shaped bony socket on the side of their jaw.

A muscle is attached to the bony root of the tooth, and pushes it out. As it slides towards the front of the mouth, the cone socket narrows and wedges a protrusion on the tooth into a hole in the socket, and then the muscle stiffens, locking it in there.

When the tusk retracts, the muscle quickly jimmies the tooth forward then draws it back to get it out of the hole, and then pulls it back into the wider part of the socket.

This is mainly because their tusks are ever growing (but very slowly) but not great at self sharpening, and are their main weapon in self defense and hunting,so it seems this just happened to keep them safe.

If a tusk is broken, as long as it was not cracked at the root, it can be regrown with extensive time in the socket, but otherwise they stay safely stowed in da socket where the majority of its sharp edge can stay protected from chewing and other mouth stuff. Tusks won't start growing in until their teenage years.

They are primarily bipedal/ quadrupedal and switch between the two occasionally.

Knuckle walking helps distribute their top-heavy weight and give them more balance for long and short distance, while walking upright gives them better visibility, less stress on their neck/upper back, and quicker but unsteadier movement.

Their gallop/sprint utilizes both arms and legs to propel them forward in a gait halfway between a bear and a gorilla (since their big mid arms are set like a bears) to overtake prey after an ambush or drive them into the rest of the pack waiting elsewhere. Quad walking also helps them get around in buildings meant for species half their size.

Their hands are some of their only places without hair, but as they age, they loose it on their arms and face too.

Prectikar have different uses for each of their pairs of limbs, and have for all stages of their evolution.

The front ones specialized for grappling prey and grabbing things, and so have a ‘sprawling’ shoulder position like humans and have hands with relatively nimble fingers, the outer two are angled inwards but can also move in a pamprodactyl ish fashion (which acts as their version of a thumb, and lets them switch from big to little grabbing motions) .

Their mid limbs used to be wings with hands, and still have a basically zygodactyl finger position that was helpful for holding onto branches (with the backwards facing finger), but over time they have been converted into terrestrial knuckle-walking limbs, with the one that swings back and forth being brought forwards to walk or swung back to adjust grip on big things they want to move or for balance on unstable terrain like ice . The fingers on this one are big and clumsy, pretty much only useful for digging, walking, or slashing.

Their back limbs also used to be for grasping but were mainly counterbalances, but have now turned into plantigrade walking limbs (and much like humans, that’s pretty much all they use them for). All have nonretractable claws.

Prectikar are viviparous and usually give birth to litters of up to 8.

They have a specific mating season, where their dimorphic traits will become more pronounced.

Males in rut will shed the feathers on their throat sac region and it will become a bright ambery yellow color, and they will also grow in longer feathers on their butt region (in a fan shape for display purposes. The dont have a true post anal tail like humans).

They will also develop some of that pinkish orange/yellow on their chest skin. Females go throguh estrus cycles and will also grow a more prominent butt feather crest, as well as some very long feathers around their neck, shoulders, and abdomen for babies to hold onto.

Their skin patches turn a much brighter shade of yellow to help direct newborns to where they can feed from. Once they give birth, they will start making an oily and thick secretion across the skin patch which is collected into a divot which the infant licks from. Part of why the babies hold onto them is so they can constantly lick the 'milk'so they can grow.

Newborns come out blind and hairless, but quickly grow in a thick down and open their eyes so they can climb on mom.

Once they're weaned, they'll drop off and use the muscles they gained hanging on and climbing to start moving with the adults. They grow very fast, and canes are a common sight in teens to help deal with the rapid bone and muscle growth.

Usually, it is only during this season where chest/skin related nudity standards change to be more conservative, since showing those colors means youre down to fuck and so doing that is usually restricted to in private with their partner or for bachelors.

They have very strict binaries for sex and gender based on this seasonal divide and religion.

Most tribes show gender identity through a piercing on their lower nose for male or chin for female (so dont worry, the main guy up there is showing some male presenting chest outside of the mating season, so hes fine).

Normally, only some cultures pierce their ears, which are like if owls had a little mobile flap of outer ear to swivel I stead of their whole head. Very little of it is actually flesh, and the sound is mainly captured by the feathers around it.

While they have a reputation otherwise, Prectikar are highly social within their tribal/family groups.

They regularly allogroom, greet each other with hugs, and usually travel in sibling groups. Households are multi generational.

They have a reputation as standoffish or irritable because they take things very differently and have other standards/specific body language truggers. also most other species treat them differently/with fear by default.

their upper pair of eyes is larger and focused on long distance vision while their lower pair is for close up vision, creatign a bifocal effect for them when using both at once.

Aaaaaand that oretty much everything, I think. I'll post some other arts related to them soon, but consider this the Master Post on the things you should know about them!!

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