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circeyoru · 4 months

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Unwanted Soul _ Part 5 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 (here)

How you had such a depressing life was beyond Alastor. He didn’t understand it. Can’t comprehend it! But he pushed these questions back to tend to your sadden mood, tucking you in and lulling you to sleep

Alastor sat next to your sleeping form, the room pitch black save for his glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness. His staff played soft music to calm you down and fill the silence of the room. The only tears you should be shredding are ones of joy and happiness

The people you’ve mentioned, surely they were in Hell as well. They can’t be in Heaven for causing you such torment. He can’t let you see them, any of them. He needs to get to them first. However, for now, he can’t leave you alone in such a state

His eyes closed as he thought out how he’d torture them. Perhaps skinning them till they beg for mercy and your forgiveness? Pulling out their limbs and draining their blood? Letting the cannibals partake in a feast? No, no, he had to enjoy this. They were your tormentors when you were alive, he’ll show you that he can and will be your protector, even a guarddog if he must

But his heinous thoughts were put to a hold when you shifted in your sleep. He pushed away his thoughts while he watched your serene form rest. He put away his monocle, laying beside you and gently pull you closer to him so he was hugging you to his chest. His eyes drooped close. Perhaps he should let those unfortunate souls enjoy Hell a bit longer. If they crossed his path or yours, their voice will be on his everlasting broadcast

When things got slow for you, you found yourself hanging out with the hotel residents at times. They were an interesting bunch to say the least

Charlie was always happy to see you and would invite you on her little activities and exercises to redeem sinners. Though you’d mostly decline unless it catches your interest in some way. On the rare chance you join, she was very appreciative of your presence and wasn’t shy to thank you for joining in front of everyone. Her cheerful attitude was a bit of a hit and miss for you

There was one exercise that got you sharing something you’ve almost forgot

“Okay! Last two to share! Who’s going first?” Charlie beamed

“I’ll go first, My Darling needs all the time to recall!” Alastor directed the attention to him. “My joy in my hay day is my murders. Oh how I felt the rush when chasing my victims, hunting them like prey in the woods. The warmth of their body fading the moment I repeated stabbed my trusty blade into their weak bodies. The—”

“Okay, okay, you can shut it with the creepy killing. Sheesh.” Vaggie interrupted with a groan. She turned to you who was still in a daze, completely unfazed with what Alastor said. “You ready to go?”

“Huh? Oh, okay.” You snapped out of your daydream, unconsciously, your hand patted on your book that was strapped to your hip. “My joy when I was alive… I barely remember it, but I loved going to the library and read all the books I can.”

“That’s surprisingly cute considering you’re with that freaky smil—” Angel’s mouth was immediately shut with the slap of Alastor’s staff

You continued without flinching, this was all a normal banter between the two already now that you were hanging out with the crew more. “I frequent the library, borrowing and finishing a stack of books everyday. The librarian would recommend me new books or save me my favourite corner. I can even eat and drink in the library just because.”

Charlie’s head tilted, “So you love reading.”

“Not just reading. I love books of all kinds. Sometimes I rad that book just cause I liked the texture or the shape of it. I collect books and keep it like treasures. I hate lending books to other because they don’t care for it like I do.” You fondly smiled at the memory, “Then I got a bunch of notebooks too, because I love the design or the cover.”

Lucifer leaned back into his chair, “No wonder your powers are centered around books.”

“Better call you bookworm now! Hahahaa—” Angel was hit by two cranes, one from Alastor and another from Lucifer. Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk flinched with a face twisted to pain as if they felt that. Niffty was living in the moment, wanting one too

Husk gulped some alcohol, “You better shut that loud mouth of yours if you know what’s good for you.”

Everyone laughed and chuckled, Charlie concluding that it was a good exercise and bonding time since everyone was in attendance. Alastor got up and offered you his hand, bringing you two back to your room. You stayed out of it, being in a daze again

When Alastor asked if you were fine, you smiled and said you were fine, if you needed anything, he would be the first you’d call for. So he left you alone

You didn’t tell them. You were that absorbed into reading that you didn’t realize you were being bullied, you were used. You shared your dream of wanting to be a writer that people would love to read what you wrote and share it with friends, to entertain others. You shared your ideas with your friend but your ideas were stolen from you

The moment you handed in your writing, the publishing company said they had one already and that yours was not up-to-date. They rejected your writing. Days later, you saw the newest novel on sell. The title was so similar to yours that you checked the summary at the back. That was your story idea. But your work was rejected so how was it published?

Your nightmare came to life. A betrayal so painful and chilling. Your friend’s name was on the cover. You remember your hands shaking. It wasn’t rage you felt, it was disbelief and sadness. The trust you gave, the care you gave, and the attention you gave. It was all to stab you in the back

You watched from behind the screens at the achievement and success that should have been yours. All of it, it should have been yours to smile upon. But then you were crying and shutting yourself behind the world of fantasy, an escape from reality

Why? Why? Why!

Closing your eyes for a moment, you locked up those memories. They don’t mean much to you now. Not when you had Alastor with you and an unlikely friendship with Lucifer the King of Hell himself, then there was the silly demons of this hotel. Ironic how you found true friends in demons

That’s why when you saw Mimzy again in the hotel, you were skeptical and burning with rage. She had someone as amazing and caring as Alastor to call as a friend, but she’s abusing it without a care. How she has the guts to come back and ask for Alastor, you have no idea, though you’ve seen her kind when you were alive

“You’re a new soul!” Mimzy’s voice made you want to throw glass or grip something until it broke. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“What do you want?” You eyed down at Mimzy with a bored expression

She let out a sound akin to ‘uww’ with a face of disgust. “You’re never gonna get your lucky someone with that attitude.”

Your eye twitched, “I never said I was.”

Mimzy gave you a fake shocked look, “Really? I thought you were going for Alastor!”

You groaned, heading over to the bar to ask Husk for something to drink (not alcohol) because you didn’t want this annoyance to follow you to your room

“Hey,” Mimzy sat next to you without asking, “You know what Alastor’s like when he’s upstairs?”

You ignored her, but your face of silent rage was enough to get her to continue

“You don’t know. He’s a realy lady’s killer! Not literally, but you get what I mean. Girls and ladies throw themselves at him and he doesn’t even bat them an eye. A nice wave and a dashing smile, then he leaves them high and dry! Oh, the broken hearts he had was definitely more than his body count and that’s something!” Mimzy laughed at the end

What’s that got to do with you? You thought to yourself as you aggressive sipped on your drink. Husk eyed you two while cleaning some glass to appear like he was busy. You’ll maybe admit, you were a bit envious of Mimzy that she got to see Alastor when he was alive, you wonder how he looked. Not like you were going to ask

Mimzy endlessly talked bad about Alastor behind his back. What happened to trying to apologise and wanting to make up? No idea, down the drain at this point. As the others around you wonder why you were still humouring the chatty demon, you were wondering the same. Why are you just sitting here and listening to all this?

“You should shut it, can’t you see you’re the only one talking here?” Husk spoke up, indirectly telling Mimzy to just leave you alone

“Aww, and you should do your job, bar cat.” Mimzy teased back. “I’m given this poor soul some attention cause Alastor’s too high of a standard to give some.”

“Ha! Jokes on you. This hot stu— I mean, cutie here’s always got smile’s attention.” Angel inserted himself into the conversation, climbing over the bar to stand next to Husk

You got up, “This is a waste of time.”

Mimzy faked another gasp, “No way. You poor poor thing. You actually fell for him of all people of this hellhole?” She got so close in your face and not to mention your personal space, “I understand why, but! Ha! That’s just bad luck! You’re bound to get your heart broken like all those poor ladies before you.”

Before you said anything, Husk’s wing separated Mimzy from you, “You really need to shut the hell up before you regret it.”

“You shut it fur ball! I ain’t talkin’ to you.” Mimzy snapped at Husk

Deciding that it was not worth your time, you started walking away. This was drama you didn’t want to be involved in and you didn’t want Alastor catching this happening since he sees Mimzy as a friend still

“The hotel won’t allow this.” Charlie tried to establish order and break things off

“Alastor will leave you in the dirt worse than whatever you were before once he’s had his fun with you! You might think you’re on cloud 9 now, but you’re going to be in a world of pain and hurt soon enough.” Mimzy continued, completely ignoring Charlie and Husk’s words

With each step you took, she continued as if singing a song, “Alastor only like things that entertains him. He never commits. He never cares. He doesn’t even have a heart to care! He’s so powerful because he has no room for ridicious things like love. The love he has is only for himself. Alastor is just a selfish heartless motherf—”

“Shut up!” You turned to her, a deep scowl on your face

“This is gonna be good.” Lucifer whispered to the others watching, “But bad for her. Yeah.”

“Shut you annoying f- mouth.” You snapped, unaware that your hair leviated a bit from your rage. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have a friend like Alastor. Alive and dead. But what do you do? You use Alastor’s name just for the fun of it and for your benefit. You just use it! How can you use your friendship with him like this! What’s wrong with your stupid tiny head?! In Hell, you’re supposed to treasure what you have. Not abuse it.”

Mimzy scoffed, “You think you’re so good? So righteous. Well, you would have been up there, now wouldn’t you. Don’t think you’re any better.” She smirked, “In Hell, we use everything and anything to our advantage.” Another gasp came and she covered her mouth, “Oh wait, could it be?” She got close to you, “Haha, you being so defensive and triggered by all this. You really actually did fall for him.”

“I love him.”

“Wait? Couldn’t hear you, sugar—”

“I love Alastor.” You repeated firmly and loudly

“What was that?”

Getting annoyed, you turned to the direction where the question came from. Perhaps it was all this anger in your system that made you slow to realize, “I said,” That you were now face to face with Alastor. “I love you!”

Note: This part's major focus has been mentioned in an ask already. And since it's confirmed that you and Alastor are dating in the latest asks and requests, I'm putting this scene in more detail since asks are trivia for the story

P.S. There's something new planned for future chapters~ Remember that lover and friend mentioned? OCs might be appearing cause I can't do rando short forms. Still thinking... You're thoughts? Or should I just end this series?

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samkerrworshipper · 4 months

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initiation pt.3 | barca femeni x reader

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni.

pt.1 -> pt.2

it’s not valentines here anymore but for yall who are/are not celebrating i hope this makes ur day a little bit cheekier ;)

I promise u the freaky stuff is coming but this is the buffer for that lol

Instead of waking up to a warm embrace of Keira and Lucy, you wake up to an empty bed. It takes you a few seconds to take in your surroundings, your body is tangled up in sheets and a duvet. The room is mostly dark besides some light coming in from under the door. You allow yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in the cool air around you and slowly waking yourself up. The ache between your legs is the first thing you feel, it wraps your thighs up like a warm hug and it reignites the previous desire in you as the memories of what you’d experienced only a few hours ago flash through your mind.

If it wasn’t for the bed you were in and the faint sound of moans through the walls of the house you’d probably be a little bit more concerned about your surroundings, but instead the environment you are in only brightens your mood.

It’s definitely not an unpleasant way to wake up, you absorb your surroundings and listen with a light head and fuzzy thoughts as you stretch out across the extremely comfortable mattress, bathing in the absolute serenity that you can feel across your whole body and soul. You’ve been thinking about this night since Lucy had told you about it days ago, stressing about all the different possibilities and things that could happen.

You never, not even in your craziest and wildest dream could have ever concocted some kind of idea that would come anything close to what you’d experienced in the last few hours. From the sounds of it, something was still happening and you’d be damned if you missed out on any of it, so even though it pained you to leave the bed that probably had a thread count higher than the amount of money in your bank account, it was with the hopes that you would get to experience something that was far better than any bed.

You are still as naked as ever, your whole body completely bare as you pushed yourself off the mattress and with unsteady legs onto the floor boards. The combination of the post-orgasm bliss and few hours of rest maKe you feel better than ever and without any struggle you made it to the closed door of the bedroom.

Your skin pricked up, little dots forming against your skin as your exposed body began to feel the effects of being in a room with a fan and aircon on.

You could have taken a sheet or blanket with you as coverage, but you figured that by the noises being produced your companions would be in a similar state of undress and even if they weren’t it wasn’t like they would see anything they already hadn’t.

The hallway you stepped into was empty. Although there were little thready moans coming out from some of the rooms beside your one. Because Lucy had practically carried you into the room you struggled to remember what way to go but you managed to trail your way back to the main room by following the noise that was being emitted.

The sight this time was completely different from beforehand and it took your eyes a little bit to adjust.

There were some people missing, although your brain was still too fogged up to really take account of people, just what was happening around you.

The first sight that catches your eyes is Keira, who has so many hands on her that it’s hard to tell who is who.

Ingrid is the first person you spot, mainly because she’s the least entwined in Keira’s body. She’s got the same strap on that she wore earlier when she was pounding into you, except this time it's being brutally thrusted into Keira’s throat. It’s a pretty sight, Keira’s drool and slobber all over her chin as she repeatedly gags on the strap. Frido is the second person you spot, mainly because her and Ingrid are pretty much next to eachother, the two bestfriends connected by their lips, although it’s not what captures your attention, instead you’re eyes are glued to the suctioned dildo that Frido is riding, her knees bent against the floor, pushing up and down. Your eyes don’t focus on her long, instead searching around Keira. It’s harder to figure out who is behind her, but it’s a process of elimination and spotting different heads of hair and hands. Keira is on all fours with Aitana’s mouth slurping at her from below and Marta’s fingers soundly fucking her from behind. Keira looks so blissed out, like she’s floating on a cloud of dopamine so strong that it could rival drugs.

On the couch is Alexia and Mapi, the two best friends lazily making out whilst their bodies grind down against each other in perfect synchronisation.

Before this, you were fairly sure that scissoring was a social construct, but watching Mapi and Alexia’s hips jolt out again and again is making you reconsider your beliefs.

Lucy, Ona, Jenni and Caro are on the bed, and it’s a sight that you can’t even begin to comprehend.

Ona is laid down on her back on the bed, Jenni grinding down on top of her face whilst Lucy and Caro are down the other end of Ona. At first, you think the two older players are taking both of Ona’s holes, but after a few seconds, and an angle change when Ona’s hips buck, your jaw drops in realisation that the Norwegian and English player are both fucking in and out of the same hole.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, you can feel the arousal re building inside you as you watch Caro and Lucy brutally fuck into Ona, pretty much using her to get themselves off. Ona’s body is boneless and unmoving beside her hips which every few thrusts cant up to buck upwards.

You can’t take your eyes off of the sight, it might be rude to stare but in your opinion it would be rude not to admire the complete erotic beauty that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Hola chica.”

The words are directed at you, forcing your eyes away from Ona and to Mapi, whose head has craned backwards to look at you from her spot on top of Alexia’s lap.

There is a thin sheen of sweat across her forrid, her eyes are full of lust and she looks positively feral.

You smile at her, too terrified that if you open up your mouth you’ll say something wrong or let out one of the moans that have built up in your gut from watching Ona.

Your eyes drifted back to Keira on the floor, all three of her holes being used, quite literally having her brains fucked out.

It’s not something that you’ve ever directly desired, but right now it’s all that’s in your mind, you aren’t quite sure if you could handle it, you’ve never taken more then two fingers in your asshole and too be fucked in both fo your other holes at the same time seems like over kill, but watching Keira suddenly makes you so intrigued and suddenly attracted to what she’s enduring.

You don’t know where to go or look, but Mapi ushers you over with her hand and your brain can’t ignore her, so you put one foot in front of the other until you are standing directly in front of the two women.

Alexia smiles at you, her hands are resting on Mapi’s hips, gently helping her to grind against Ale, there isn’t much fervour or energy to it, from what you can tell, it can’t possibly be stimulating enough to put either of them anywhere near the edge, your either wrong or they just don’t mind. There are red splotches up and down Alexia’s chest, little dots and tiny teeth marks that are splattered out across Alexia’s chest and neck.

Mapi has some darker, purple marks across her neck, less than Alexia but far more noticeable.

“How’d you sleep bebita? You feeling rested and up for some more fun?”

It’s bewildering to you how level headed Mapi is considering the situation she’s in. You think about how you would behave if you were in her situation and you are fairly certain it wouldn’t be anywhere near as composed.

“Hoping I didn’t miss out on much.”

Mapi smirks, her lips parting and letting out a breathy moan as Alexia pulls her hips down harder, trying to get her own friction against her clit.

“I’m sure we can find some ways for you to make up for lost time. Come sit down next to Ale, I’m sure she’ll be able to wake you up.”

You drop your body down beside Alexia on the couch, unsure what to do but much happier with the closer proximity.

“Look at Kei, look at how good she’s being, would you like to be used like that?”

Alexia leans down to whisper the words into your ear, her voice low and drawn out.

You bite your lip, happy to let your eyes stray back to Keira, Ingrid is no longer in her mouth and Marta is no longer in her ass, instead Keira is now bouncing up and down on Ingrid’s strap, Ingrid jack-hammering into her with absolutely no mercy.

Keira looks pretty fucked out, you’ve got a better view of her face and body now that it’s not so occupied with so many hands and people.

Her mouth is permanently open, deep moans leaving her mouth every time Ingrid thrusts up into her, the other thing that catches your eye is the way that Keira’s tits bounce up and down with every single movement, her nipples are risen and hard and her right breast has a big red mark on the side of it.

Keira’s eyes are glazed over, but there’s still some form of cheekiness behind them, just from the sight of her you can tell that she’s having the most fun that you’ve seen her have in months, that she’s so incredibly at peace with Ingrid all over her.

One of Alexia’s hands fall from Mapi’s hip, down to you knee first, gently coaxing your legs apart before trailing her hand up.

You look down for a few seconds, before Alexia’s mouth is back pressed against your ears.

“Look at Oni, she’s been such a brat tonight, look how’s she’s getting fucked, look at all those bruises on her, you don’t want that do you? Don’t want to be filled up but on the edge all night, right? Little Oni thought it would be smart co cum without permission so now she has to deal with Lucia and Caro stretching her out with no relief. You don’t want that do you? You’ll be our good girl, sí?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, her body being brutally used by Lucy, Jenni and Caro. Her pussy is still being stretched by the two women, and to think that she’s going through it without any finish is eye opening to you and also terrifying.

“Yes, Ale.”

Alexia smirks against your earlobe, her lips opening to suck down on the skin whilst her hand trailed up and down the bottom of your stomach.

“Such a good girl, so perfect, so well behaved.”

Alexia’s hand creeps down further, her lips tugging on your earlobe whilst she cups your mound, her ring and middle finger dipping between your folds for half a second to collect some of the wetness.

Alexia pulls it up to your face and after a particularly harsh nip to your ear that has your lips falling open, and Alexia’s fingers in your mouth.

Without any prompting, you suck your taste off of her, the salty and slightly sweet flavour welcome on your tongue.

“Suck.”

Alexia’s fingers are too big for your mouth, something you begin to realise as she slowly attempts to push her fingers in deeper.

By the time they’re at the back of your mouth you’re struggling to breathe, having to switch to your nasal passage to take in oxygen. By the time they’ve hit the back of your throat you are trying your hardest not to gag and to suck on them. Alexia’s lips are a distraction, her mouth has worked its way down from your earlobe and to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your moans are muffled by Alexia’s fingers, two thirds of her fingers as deep in your mouth as they can get.

It’s when your jaw relaxes for the two first knuckles that she decides it's the perfect time to force the final third in.

You gag almost immediately, your throat tightening and struggling to accommodate the extra length that your throat didn’t have the room for.

You tried to slacken your jaw, tried to relax your throat, it was obvious though that Alexia’s fingers were too long.

You are so desperate to please her, to prove that you are her good girl, that you will do anything that she wants or asks you to do, so you don’t end up with a fate similar to Ona’s, so even though you are gagging and struggling to breathe properly you push through, sucking on Alexia’s fingers just as she’d ordered.

Your own drool is dripping down your jaw, you’re certain of it, it’s something that you can’t afford to care or think about though, your focus is solely on Alexia’s fingers and mouth.

Just as you’ve begun to feel slightly lightheaded from the shallow bits of oxygen that you are managing to intake Alexia’s fingers are pulled from your mouth, and whilst you are occupied with gasping for air and Alexia’s fingers shoot right down to inbetween your legs.

Your body lurches at the sudden contact, hips chasing Alexia’s hand desperately.

Alexia allows the movement, her fingers trace the outside of your lips, never even coming close to touching you where you need her most.

“Look at Mapi, look at how desperate she is, using me for her own pleasure. All because of you bebita, all because of how worked up you got her earlier, she’s such a filthy whore for you, isn’t that right Maria?”

Mapi’s head rocks forward to look at you, a big smirk on her face, telling you that what Alexia is saying is true, that some part of whatever she’s experiencing is due to you.

“Are you going to make her come before you hand her off or are you going to make her wait.”

Mapi’s eyes stay locked to your own, even though it’s clear the question isn’t meant for you.

Alexia removes her mouth from your neck, just to stare at you in deliberation out of her peripherals.

“What do you think? Should we reward our good girl, or make her wait? You’d look so pretty coming all over my fingers bebita, but maybe I should make you wait for Lucia? Just so I can watch you get fucked out by her.”

You aren’t sure what you want, with Alexia putting both offers out on the table and making them both sound good, you’re too focused on Alexia’s hand dipping in and out of your pussy to truly comprehend what’s being said.

When Alexia’s fingertips finally make contact with your clit everything you’d begun to process is completely erased from your brain, every single one of your brain cells is completely captured by the sensation of Alexia’s slicked fingers finally touching you where you’ve been so desperately needing her.

“How does she feel bebita, she touching you where you need it?”

You nod your head at Mapi, more than happy to deal with a little bit of teasing if it means that you continue getting what you want.

When Alexia’s fingers migrate further down, her roughened palm moving down with her fingers to grind down against your clit as her fingers tease your hole you moan, louder than you think you ever have.

Alexia’s palm is wonderful, but her fingers slowly slipping into your hole, inch by inch similar to how they did your mouth, is indescribable.

You’re still tight and oversensitive from your previous orgasms, so every single move, every twitch of Alexia’s hand sends shocks through you.

Her pace is similar to the pace that Mapi has set on top of her, fast but thorough, Mapi’s hips gyrating against down against Alexia haphazardly, but with obvious amounts of detail, she’s searching for the friction against her clit, and she knows where she has to angle herself to find it.

Alexia pushes her palm down against your clit, forcing your legs as wide as she can from her spot beside you, her head cocked to the side so she has a good angle of both Mapi and you.

“Watch Oni bebita, that’ll be you soon enough, once she’s had the brat fucked out of her it’ll be your turn. That’s what happens to little sluts who think they know better, who think that they will get away with being disobedient. You’re a good girl though, and if you keep acting like one I’m sure Jenni and Lucia will be happy to reward you, in fact, if you keep being good for me I’m sure that we can sort out any kind of reward you’d like, how does that sound?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, it’s a struggle to keep them open with Alexia’s constant pace in and out of you but for the sake of obeying Alexia, you do as she’s asked and watch Ona.

Jenni’s no longer balanced on top of her face, now she’s lying to the side of Ona, her hands pinching down on her nipples so hard that there are tears in Ona’s eyes over the torture she’s being subjected to.

Lucy and Caro are no longer pounding into Ona, instead they’ve both pulled out and Lucy’s strap has been thrown to the side, she’s currently being fucked by Caro, right in front of Ona’s eyes, just another form of teasing thrown her way you assume.

“Tell me what you want as a reward, bebita, anything you want you can have.”

It feels like Alexia is offering you the whole world, and yet you can’t even begin to formulate what it is that you want, because there are infinite possibilities and different scenarios that you want to try, but there is one thing that springs to the forefront of your mind, something that’s been buried deep in your mind ever since Keira’s lips had touched yours for the first time just a couple of hours ago.

“Wanna sit on Kei’s face.”

Alexia’s eyebrows raise in intrigue.

“Do you now? Well you prove to me that you can be good and I certainly think that can be arranged, now how about you focus a little bit harder on my fingers so I can focus a little bit more on Maria here, aprobado?”

You nod your head furiously, grinding your hips down onto Alexia’s fingers with motivation.

“No cumming without permission bebita, let me know when you’re close.”

You nod at Alexia, honestly too consumed with the feeling of Alexia’s finger tips repetitively hitting the walls of your insides. When she angles them just right, the pads of her two fingers brushing against your sweet spot, your spine shudders, all the wonderful sensations spreading out across your body.

Alexia’s fingers, whilst they may have struggled to fit in your mouth, they have absolutely zero problems fucking in and out of your pussy, your hole is practically sucking them in with every thrust, trying it’s very hardest to cling onto the feeling of Alexia.

With her palm pushing down against your clit, and your eyes on Keira, it doesn’t take you long to get close to the edge. Keira’s body is limp, her back pressed to Ingrid’s front whilst Ingrid fucks her brutally in reverse cowgirl.

When Keira screams, her own orgasm taking over, you are completely enthralled by the sight, everyone in the rooms seems to be. The noises leaving Keira’s mouth are so loud and so erotic, if you tried you could probably orgasm purely off of them.

Ingrid’s pace slows, but doesn’t come to a full stop, the Norwegian bouncing Keira up and down slowly, holding onto her hips and helping her to ride out her high.

Mapi apparently, isn’t far behind her, the Zaragozan’s moans suddenly becoming a lot quicker and louder, before you miss anything you pull your eyes from Keira, receiving immediate gratification in the form of Mapi, whose hips are stalled, her clit pressed down against Alexia’s as her body and coil in her stomach shatter.

It’s a rare moment where you see Alexia’s confident and composed facade fall. Alexia is beaming, pressing soft kisses to Mapi’s collar bone well before her orgasm hits, murmuring soft spanish words into her skin, very subtly thrusting her own hips up into Mapi, giving her a longer orgasm and something more to rut down against.

“Alexia-I’m close.”

With all the noises and people around you, it’s hard for you not to be on the edge. Alexia’s hand stops immediately, her palm lifting from your clit and fingers slowly withdrawing. It’s sad, being in a room full of people experiencing pleasure and having yours revoked, although you thank the lords that you aren’t Ona, that you aren’t being subjected to the pure pain and hell that she’s being put through.

You also suppose that if Ona wasn’t somewhat okay with it then it wouldn’t be happening, and if she was truly in pain she would safe word. That thought only seems to make you more aroused, the realisation that Ona, to some extent, is getting off on what she’s experiencing.

“Such a good job, bebita, letting me know when you're close. Once Keira has come down I’m sure she’ll have no problems fulfilling that little reward of yours.”

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lol i’m not one to normally leave things at a cliff hanger buttttttt yk gotta keep yall coming back somehow lol xoxo

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so1arso1stice · 4 months

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can u write bottom!ningning x fem!reader? Any plot you have in mind 🥹

ofc i can!

VERSACE PRINCESS

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f!bottom!idol!ningning x fem!switch!reader

summary: ningning was gone the whole day at a Versace event, and she had missed her girl so SO much ;)

warnings: smut, tongue play, sloppy kisses, overstimulation (ish), freaky shit in general, fingering, pet names, praising, after-care, a bit of fluff at the end

an: YESS IM SO HAPPY MY FIRST ASK IS A NINGNING SUGGESTION!!! ningning my girl frfr

the ending kinda sucks ik that im bad at writing endings from time to time so give me peace 🙏🏾

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it was 9pm, and you were on the couch watching tv, not! the tv was only just background noise to you, you were only looking at the door to see if you girlfriend, ningning had gotten back from her Versace event yet. at this point you’ve been waiting for around 2 hours for her and you’ve started to think that she’ll just come home in the morning. so you decide to try and actually find something good on tv to actually watch and you managed to find a show that’ll keep you occupied. after a couple minutes your eyes were glued to the tv.

until you heard keys jangling and the door rattling open, with an exhausted ningning walking into the house. you ran up to hug and kiss her “babe! i’ve missed you so much!” you said. you really, truly missed her; BAD. she did kiss and hug you back but they were more sloppy than her more classy, organized, kisses. you paid it no mind, it wasn’t the first time you guys were sloppy kissing.

ning says, in a more tired tone, “get on the bed, i have something for you.” she then whispers something in your ear,

“i want that pussy of yours so bad…”

you had a slight breath hitch. all you could do is just nod, go upstairs and get on the bed. you were contemplating on taking off your pants or waiting for ningning to do so, but you decided to take them off for her. (so kind of you 😊)

she walks into the bedroom and you were already on the bed, in a cute little pose for her. “damn,” “all dolled up for me?” she smirks “you really want to get ruined, huh?” you could only nod. you loved days when ningning was dominate!

she gave you a little pat on the head “mmm, my cute girl..” she sat down on the bed next to you and couldn’t stop looking at your already dripping wet pussy. she went to go and put her fingers in first, which already caused you to start opening up your legs. all she could do was lightly snicker. she loved whenever you acted like this, easily submitting to her. the sight was perfect in her eyes. she started to pump her fingers in and out, harder and harder. you couldnt help but start spewing out moans. this filled ningning with pure happiness, her favorite sound is your moans. she continue to pump her fingers in and out and you continued to moan those stunning moans.

“baby, i-im close…” you said. around this time, ningning was only fingering you for 8 minutes, that’s by far the quickest she’s ever made you cum. you could see her smirking. you could tell she was enjoying every second of this “cum for me, baby” were the only thing she said. without warning she added a third finger, very eager for you to cum “i can believe you’re about to cum so fast”

the third finger definetly you did leave you in some shock. you honestly felt like you were about to cum all over her. “your the only one who makes me feel like this, that’s why” you barely managed to speak out. you felt a pure state of joy. ningning has never really fingered you like this before, it seems like she’s extra eager to see you cum.

“ning, baby—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you cummed all over her fingers. you could see her smile an actual smile of happiness. “good girl. let’s see if i can make you cum again” she smirks as she goes to face your pussy. again, without warning, she sticks her tongue up your pussy, eating up all of the excess cum still on you. you honestly felt like you could just cum again by the feeling of this. never ever has ningning been so eager to eat you out. (she had a long day so it’s ok 😄 )

ningning honestly felt like she could die at this moment. she was keeping her dominance but inside she felt an indescribable state of bliss. she didn’t even notice how fast and deep she was licking up your insides. she was pumping her tongue in and out, occasionally touching your g-spot.

again, you felt close “baby…” ningning’s eyes were closed and she could barely even speak. she just made a little “hm?” sound, with her mouth not daring to leave your cunt.

“i’m close… a-again” you could feel ningning smirking at you. you felt kind of embarrassed but didn’t really care, she knows what she’s doing.

ningning lifted up your legs, holding them up in the air. this sight was beautiful for the both of you. your pov: had ningning beautifully eating you out. and ningning’s pov: had her eating out the girl of her dreams.

“baby, i’m gonna cum again” ningning could barely even react. you hot cum had came slowly into her mouth. finally, she had backed up from your pussy to look at her beautiful, fucked out girl. “awh baby, you tired?”

you nodded. you felt kind of ashamed because you usually last longer. the ashamed-ness quickly washed away with your beautiful girlfriend giving you praises such as “my sweet girl” “i love you” “you did great”

“i’ll be right back my sweet” she then goes to get a towel and cleans you up. “awh baby! you shouldn’t have!”

“i wanted to, you deserve after care” she goes to kiss your forehead before getting into bed next to you to cuddle.

“my versace princess” you say as you kiss her on the cheek, eventually falling asleep in her arms.

#ningning #ningning smut #kpop smut #kpop #aespa smut #aespa ningning #aespa #versace #smut #ning yizhuo #ning ning #ningning x reader #ningning x fem reader #solar answers

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huhniebowl · 3 months

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Pink

dominic fike x reader

warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall

a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day

enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...

You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs.

He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs.

Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you.

His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.

He’s fully dressed.

A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs.

The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration.

He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him.

But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party.

You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.

A tense silence stretched over the two of you.

"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."

"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!”

A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.

But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument.

You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin.

No goodbye kiss, no I love you.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night.

Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message.

He did.

Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.

It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.

You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him.

Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots.

Completely oblivious to his presence.

He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror.

Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.

Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off.

Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.

Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.

The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,

Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing.

Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched.

His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you.

With an off balanced sway in your hips, you stumble over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked.

The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours.

There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it.

You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you.

You feel his body flex under you.

“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand.

The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.

Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face.

His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.

You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin.

The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip.

Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you.

"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes.

"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?”

You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”

You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile.

Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.

“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips.

“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?”

And now you’re in your current position.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.

“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you.

“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, you did, baby.” he slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you.

“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched.

You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting to defend yourself when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.

“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket.

He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off.

Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain.

“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”

You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left.

His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more.

Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.

“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.

Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans.

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder.

“I—” You stutter, trying to find words.

“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?”

You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth.

Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.

Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver.

“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.

Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him.

He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart.

Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow.

Take take take. You want all of him.

You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick.

Dom shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning.

“You don’t learn.” His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit.

“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins.

“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.

“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek.

Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.

You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing.

“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did.

“You want me to fuck you. That it?”

You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace.

You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.

“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, huh?” He pats your cheek twice, just like you did. It stings a little, and your thighs twitch.

Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face.

You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy.

Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat.

You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all.

You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton.

You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering.

Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.

His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat.

“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair.

You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much.

Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t.

Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck.

He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck.

He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air.

Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.

But you need more.

“More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”

He’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy.

Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.

“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind.

You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere.

“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right.

You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.

You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple.

You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.

“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror.

It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he snaps his hips into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.

“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.

“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.

That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad.

You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight.

“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch.

“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.”

And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks.

You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat.

Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His struggles to close his eyes, they’re lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm.

You watch him through your mirror with low eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you.

You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t care less right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.

“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing.

“Fuck off.”

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breelandwalker · 9 months

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Podcasts for Spooky Season

It's that time of year again! The leaves are turning, the pumpkins are ripening, and with the increasing chill in the air comes a craving for chills of a different kind. If you're looking for some great audio horror this season, here are some podcasts you might enjoy. Check them out on your favorite podcast app!

(Please feel free to add your favorites in the notes!)

Fictional Frights

Chilling Tales For Dark Nights

Knifepoint Horror

Pseudopod

Scary Stories Told In The Dark

The No-Sleep Podcast

Real Life Is Terrifying

And That's Why We Drink

Be. Scared

Disturbed

Morbid

Scared To Death

Tales From The Break Room

History & Folklore

A Scary State

Freaky Folklore

Frightful

Lore

One Strange Thing

Southern Gothic

The Cryptid Keeper (back catalog)

Horror Movies

Alone In The Dark

Copulators Die First (back catalog)

Queerdo Babes Trom The Horror Pod-O-Rama

Ruined!

Classic Horror Tales

Horror Hill

Readings by The H.P Lovecraft Literary Podcast

The HorrorBabble Podcast

You can also visit Librivox for free public domain audiobooks, including MANY collections of classic scary stories, including a fantastic rendition of Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."

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feeder86 · 10 months

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Wish Upon a Weight Gain

“Okay, let’s make this more interesting,” smiled the party girl, eyeing the assortment of scruffy notes and coins in the middle of the table.

“I’m out! I haven’t got any more cash on me, anyway” laughed Dirk, getting up to grab another beer from the noisy kitchen and abandoning his cards.

“I’m out too,” Danielle sighed, throwing her cards down on the table in resignation.

“What do you mean by… interesting?” Matty asked, intrigued. Having been abandoned by his roommate, Josh, he’d followed his crush, Danielle, to the corner of the room, playing poker with a couple of other people he’d never even met before. He’d lost the last seven rounds, waiting for an opportunity like this; feigning ignorance of the game and pretending to be a lot more drunk than he actually was.

The girl turned to him and smiled, seeing that everyone else had given up. “Bet me something more extreme… Say, five years of your life?”

Matty hooted in laughter. He might have known from her alternative style that Heather was into some freaky voodoo shit. However, she seemed entirely convinced of herself as she made this as a suggestion for Matty’s next bet. He looked around for someone else to laugh with about the idea; instead seeing that they were now entirely alone at the table.

“Maybe,” Matty smirked with a shrug. “It’s all bullshit anyway. But what do I get in return?”

“A wish,” Heather replied, pulling out a tiny birthday cake sized candle and holding it between her finger and thumb.

“I’d rather the cash,” Matty grumbled, feeling that he had wasted the opportunity to fleece this weird girl earlier.

“Alright,” Heather smiled brightly, placing a further fifty bucks down on the table, then holding out her hand to shake on it.

“You’re on!” Matty cheered, reaching his hand in quickly and shaking firmly before she could come to her senses. Then he pulled his hand away and deliberately knocked over a leftover bottle of beer, pretending not to even notice in his drunken state. “Show me what you’ve got then,” he insisted, letting his eyes roll a little in his head.

Heather sat up straight and spread her cards: Four of a kind.

“Ah… shit!” Matty groaned, pretending to squint to even see the cards. “You got me!”

Heather beamed, beginning to sweep the cash with her arm until Matty’s steady hand reached in and stopped her. Then, with a satisfied smirk, he let his own cards drop with a strange authority onto the table: a straight flush. “Actually, I think that’s my cash!” he laughed, suddenly a lot more sobre.

Heather immediately picked up the cards and searched through the rest of the deck. Whatever method she had been using to win those last few rounds, Matty’s demeanor had clearly made her too complacent to see him as an actual challenge. “That’s not possible!” she stuttered, before seeming to sigh and realise that she had indeed made some sort of error in her own method.

Heather stood up, more frustrated than angry, regarding Matty with contempt as he sang happily to himself, stuffing his new cash into his pockets.

“Fine! Whatever!” she growled in resignation. “Make your wish then,” she snapped, pulling out a lighter and igniting the tiny candle.

Matty scoffed and turned to walk away.

“I’ve lit the candle now, buddy. You’ve got to make a wish,” Heather warned him. “It was part of the bet.”

Still beaming with his own good fortune, Matty decided to humour the strange girl. “What should I wish for?” he asked with a little merry flirtation.

“Whatever your simple little mind wants,” Heather replied impatiently. “Why don’t you start with her?” she suggested, nodding her head over at Danielle. “You’ve been checking her out all night.”

“I don’t need a wish to get girls,” Matty laughed.

“She’s not interested in you, and you know it,” Heather shot back spitefully. “But… make the wish and she’s all yours,” she explained, holding the small candle close to Matty’s face and waiting for him to blow it out.

Despite his good looks, Matty knew that he actually wasn’t getting anywhere with Danielle, just like Heather had noticed. She didn’t seem to be interested in his muscular physique and sporting prowess like the other girls. Not being able to scratch the itch he had for her was slowly killing him. He rolled his eyes in acceptance, then filled his lungs to blow out the candle.

At that moment, the roaring voice of Matty’s roommate, Josh, sang out from the kitchen as he dared one of the other guys to chug a jug of beer right to the very end.

The candle was extinguished.

With that, Heather collected her things and disappeared out of the house without a second glance.

As for the rest of that night, Matty couldn’t remember much. With his pockets full of cash, he drank beer late into the night and awoke the next morning in his dorm room with a particularly fuzzy head. His roommate, Josh, was already out for his run and Matty rolled over, feeling nothing but sorry for himself for the state that he was in.

“Morning, sleepy head!” Josh teased as he strolled back in, drenched in a sweat that made his sleeveless shirt stick to his powerful chest. He pulled it off and threw it over to Matty, hitting him straight in the face.

Matty recoiled and pushed the sweaty shirt off his bed using as little of his hand as possible. “Ugh! That’s gross!” he lied, trying his best to conceal the man crush he had on his roommate. As usual he tried to avoid looking at the shirtless hunk in the middle of the room: a strapping 6 ‘6 twenty year old; muscular, broad and powerful in every conceivable way, yet with the prettiest face and deep, soulful eyes imaginable. His only option was to throw his duvet over his head and turn his back on him; genuinely feeling like this was the worst hangover of his life.

“Feeling rough, huh?” Josh asked in his deep, lightly mocking voice. “I’m not surprised. I’ve never seen anyone chug beers like you did last night!”

With his eyes closed, Matty allowed himself to just appreciate how much his head was banging. Josh’s assertion about the amount of beer he had consumed made complete sense.

“Did you come back here last night?” Matty asked from under his duvet. “Or did you get lucky?”

“Well, I probably would have got lucky, had I not had to put you to bed at three this morning,” he laughed.

Internally, Matty sighed. He hated getting so drunk that he couldn’t remember things. What if he had rambled about his crush on Danielle? Or worse, what if he had accidentally let Josh know that he had a thing for him as well? “I’m sorry, buddy,” he grumbled, uncovering his head from the duvet. “I don’t know why I let myself get so drunk. I didn’t mean to spoil your evening.”

Josh shrugged as he grabbed his dumbbells and began pumping. “It’s fine,” he smirked. “Your friend, Gemma, snuck into the bathroom to give me a blow job early on in the evening. That’s why I was missing for a little while.”

“Gemma?” Matty asked with surprise. “She a bit too…you know… for the likes of you.” he tried awkwarkly. However, it was completely true: Gemma was heavier than most of the guys on the football team and not the type of girl a guy like Josh would be expected to have fun with.

Still pumping his weights, Josh’s grin was shining through. “I’ve told you before, man. If you want a decent blow job, you can’t go wrong with a fatty. The more cake and hot dogs they can stuff down their throats, the better they are at giving head. I came, like, three times!”

Matty knew that no one else saw this side of Josh, apart from him. To everyone else, Josh was the outstandingly handsome football jock; with good manners and from a decent, successful New York family. But, in the privacy of their shared room, Josh could also tell Matty endless tales of his kinky exploits with girls; never failing to cash in on his good looks for a fun ride with women of all shapes and sizes. Perhaps that was the reason why Matty had started to be so attracted to him in a way that he never had for another guy before. Although, he couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for the many girls who ended up on his kinky radar.

“Does that mean you’ll be seeing her again?” Josh asked with a slight pang of jealousy.

“I promised I’d take her out for some ice cream today,” Josh chuckled to himself. “Fat girls love ice cream! She’ll probably eat about ten of them, then I’ll bring her back here for an hour or so, about seven this evening.”

Matty nodded. That was his cue to be out of the room before seven that night. In which case, he needed to get himself feeling more human, and fast!

“Woah, what’s up with you?” the football coach frowned, seeing Matty’s time on the shuttle run two weeks later. “Is that the best you can do?”

An exhausted Matty bent over and leaned on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that Coach wasn’t impressed by that. He’d never put so much effort into running before.

“We need to work on your fitness,” Coach stated without a hint of humour in his voice. “You need to spend less time partying and more time training,”

“Seriously?” Matty asked, perplexed. Usually, it was only Josh who could outrun him on the entire team. He opened his mouth to ask why he was being singled out like this, when he felt a hard thwack on his rear. ‘Perfect Josh’ had just finished his laps and was slowing down without even appearing to break a sweat.

“How was that, Coach?” Josh asked; his large hands on his powerful hips and strutting back over to them, already knowing that he’d bested every one of the other boys.

Not being known for his modesty, Josh was sure to taunt all of them as they made it back to the changing rooms, pulling his shirt off for no real reason than to show off his powerful body. Usually, Matty was all in with going along with it, but something didn’t quite feel right that night. He’d struggled more than usual with the training and his muscles were aching from the effort he had been putting in. He also sensed a strange feeling amongst the group of guys, as if they were judging him somehow; his skills questioned and his ability in doubt. After the shower, he felt the eyes of all of them on him and he dressed himself quietly in the corner as fast as he could. He’d packed some jeans for afterwards so that he could head straight out for a date with a girl he’d met in one of his new classes. He wriggled into them with surprising awkwardness. Asssuming that he was still slightly wet after the shower, he pulled at the waistband and tried again. Yet, still the jeans refused to button with their usual ease, and Matty found himself sucking in and grimacing until they at last closed. Not wanting to look down, he threw the t-shirt over his head and stuffed the rest of his things into his bag, heading straight out.

The date has been a flop. Matty wasn’t really in the mood and his conversation had been dull. The girl wasn’t his usual type, so he didn’t feel bad when they parted without so much as a kiss, yet he still headed back to his room feeling a little deflated. So lost in his own world, he hadn’t noticed Josh’s message to not come back early and he suddenly walked straight into the room, seeing his roommate Josh passionately having sex with the biggest girl he’d ever known the stud to show interest in.

Still in the moment, Josh glanced back in annoyance but didn’t stop thrusting with his powerful hips. However, the big girl, down on all fours, looked back in horror at the intrusion and it was then that Matty noticed the strange facial attire Josh had put on her face: a little round pig nose. At the same time, her mouth was smeared with what appeared to be chocolate sauce and there were many different empty packets and plates of food littered around the room.

Matty ripped his feet from the spot he had been frozen to and left as fast as he could, heading to the kitchen area and safety. He stayed there for a little while, trying to get the images he had seen out of his head. He knew that Josh got up to all sorts of kinky things when he wasn’t there, but seeing an example of it in real life was something entirely different. He wondered what the rest of the team would think if they knew Josh had a taste for women as big as that.

It was only ten minutes later when Matty heard their door open and saw a large girl slipping out; trotting off down the corridor as if worried she may bump into him after being caught out like that. Josh left the room moments later and strutted down the corridor to the kitchen, wiping his thick, luscious hair away from his sweaty brow. Dressed in only his underwear, it was obvious from the glistening skin on his muscular body that he had just returned from having sex. He smiled conspiratorially at Matty as he saw him in the kitchen and headed straight to the sink to fill a glas of water and drained two of them back to back. “Didn’t you get my message?” he finally asked.

Matty shook his head. “I forgot to check my phone,” he replied apologetically.

“No worries,” Josh shrugged, filling his glass once more. “What did you think?”

“Think of what?” Matty asked, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

“Of Emily, of course!” Josh laughed.

“Is that her name?” Matty mumbled. “She’s pretty… big,” he answered shyly.

Josh nodded slowly and made a noise of approval. “Almost 400lbs,” he grinned. “Well, possibly over that, after tonight. The room’s a mess. She ate like a real little piggy for me tonight, as you probably saw.”

“And that’s a good thing?” Matty asked next, trying to resist the urge to stare at the twitching in Josh’s crotch that he’d noticed in the corner or his eye when the handsome guy spoke about the size of his date.

Josh simply smiled and made the most casual of nods. “Trust me. Once you date a fatty, there’s no going back!” Despite everything, the man seemed genuinely pleased that Matty had walked in on them; as if he was secretly delighted to have a witness for his biggest conquest yet. He reached in the refrigerator and pulled out one his beers for Matty. “Here, have one of these and give me another five minutes to tidy up,” he insisted, already slowly strutting back to the room and giving Matty the best view of his large, muscular butt. “That piggy made a big mess tonight!”

Over the next few days, Matty noticed that many other items of his clothes were starting to fit him strangely. It wasn’t just his jeans that he was struggling to put on, but other pants and even a few of his more fitted underwear. It didn’t take a genius to work out that he’d put on a few pounds. He could feel it in his stomach and in the softening up of his butt. He’d bulked too hard a couple of summers ago and saw those old familiar puffy cheeks returning to his face. However, back then, he had been consuming upwards of six thousand calories in a day in an effort to pack on muscle for the team. However, right now, he hadn’t changed anything about his diet and already he had gained thirty pounds of what appeared to be pure fat all over his body.

His pecs had filled out more and the six pack he’d been so proud of had slowly slid away under the depths of a little round paunch that was bloating up each day. The fat was there in his neck and under his chin, jiggling in his thighs and filling up his tight glutes. He’d skipped training, horrified by the extra pounds on his own reflection in the mirror, and feigning illness in order to stay at home. He trained alone in the gym across the weekend, yet still managed to put on another five pounds by the following week.

“I need some help,” Matty finally admitted the next weekend as even his loosest t-shirts failed to conceal the strange tire of fat that was beginning to spread just below his belly button.

“What sort of help?” Josh asked distinterestedly, scrolling through his cell phone at the same time.

Matty couldn’t bring himself to say the words and so he decided to rip the bandaid off in one go, removing his t-shirt and standing there for Josh to see the entirety of his weight gain.

Josh was silent. Stunned. He gazed across, his mouth half-open. “What… the fuck..?” he finally muttered.

Matty didn’t reply but took a deep breath and simply prepared himself for whatever Josh was about to say to him. Nothing could be worse than what he had said to himself when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He needed to hear it. It would motivate him to try and get a handle on his weight. It would push him harder on the treadmill and ensure he didn’t skip his crunches before bed each night.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Josh asked, standing up from his bed and gazing at Matty’s chubby torso. “You got… you got FAT!”

“I know…” Matty nodded shamefully. His hand immediately went to rub the top part of his distended stomach as if to comfort himself. “I don’t know how it happened!”

“How did I not notice this?” Josh asked, actually reaching out and grabbing at the soft love handle that was starting to flop over Matty’s tight waistband. “Is this why you’ve been wearing those big sweaters?”

Matty nodded. “I didn’t know what else to do!”

“What the fuck have you been eating, man?” Josh asked, perplexed.

“Only what I normally eat!” Matty answered him.

“I don’t think so!” Josh laughed at last. “You don’t put on this much fat by eating a regular diet. Trust me, I should know. Your ass is just…” he marvelled, reaching his big hand out to cup it.

“What do I do about it, though?” Matty questioned, turning to face Josh instead.

“Do about it?” Josh asked, as if he did not understand the question.

“How do I lose it?”

Josh looked puzzled for a moment. “Well, I suppose you stop skipping football training for a start, Fatass!” he teased. “Seriously, dude! What the fuck have you been eating?” he laughed, reaching his hand out again to grab at Matty’s lovehandle again.

Matty sighed and bent down to pick his t-shirt back up and slipped it over his torso once more. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you!” he grumbled in irritation. “I knew you’d just make fun!”

“Make fun? Me!” Josh smiled with false surprise at the acusation. “Really, Fatty, I thought you knew me better than that?”

One part of Matty wanted to cry, yet the other longed to just laugh at Josh’s comical face as he couldn’t help but find Matty’s sudden weight gain such an amusing turn of events. “You’re such a bad friend, you know that?” Matty spat teasingly at Josh.

“Oh, I really don’t think you should be the one throwing around insults right now, do you?” Josh chuckled back, stabbing Matty in his middle with his outstreched finger. Then he looked down at his cell phone, seeing he’d had a new message. “Gotta run,” he smiled, patting Matty’s butt one last time before slipping out of the door.

Matty played the waiting game over the next few days. He cut his caloiries as much as he could and worked out as hard as possible in the tiny shared room. Meanwhile, Josh showed no sign of offering advice or support. He merely looked across at Matty’s body with a strange, superior sense of satisfaction. Josh had always enjoyed teasing him and as the days went on, his name-calling only became more imaginative and even crude. Yet, he always said these things in a way that ensured Matty never really took any true offense to them; that humour of his always shielding him from being taken too seriously.

Unfortunately for Matty, nothing he did seemed to work. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror one morning and saw that even his nipples had started to become pointed. The fat that had begun to fill his stomach had become especially pronounced at the top of his new belly, rounding out the initial paunch he had developed into a full blown gut. It was disgusting! He’d been in serious trouble at training, not keeping up with any of the guys at all, and it came as no surprise that he hadn’t been selected for the team for the third week in a row.

“What are you doing?” Matty asked Josh as his nose caught the scent of the packaging his roommate was opening in the bed opposite him.

“What? Me?” Josh grinned. “I’m just enjoying a few delicious donuts before bed.” He took a big bite of one and moaned in appreciation, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavours on his tongue.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” Matty grumbled. “You know I can’t eat shit like that.”

“Who said anything about you eating my donuts?” Josh laughed, delighted that he was getting to his roommate. “But, all right then. If you insist, Fatboy. I’ll give you a donut.”

From across the room, a donut flew over to Matty’s bed and landed, right side up, on the sheets. “Don’t! They’re sticky!” Matty argued back, picking it up immediately and surveying the greasy damage. That sugar really did smell good. He stared down at the treat; his mouth already watering.

“Go on, Fatty. Take a bite!” Josh teased him.

“We both know I can’t. Coach will kill me,” Matty sighed back.

“Fuck him. Take a bite,” Josh repeated.

“None of my old pants even fit me!” Matty argued in response.

“We’ll get you new ones. Just take a bite.

His resistance ebbing away, Matty took a small bite and closed his eyes to enjoy the taste of his first sugary treat in weeks.

“Mmm! Tastes good, doesn’t it, Fatty?” Josh chirped from across the room. Finish it off.”

Matty knew he was falling for whatever twisted mockery Josh was conducting on him. The guys in the changing rooms would probably hear all about it in the morning, but, at that moment, he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and took another large bite.

“FUCK!” Josh marvelled from his bed, seemingly caught off guard by the size of the bite Matty had taken. He watched as his roommate finished the donut by pushing the last of it into his greedy mouth.

Plop. Another donut expertly landed on Matty’s bed and he stared back in surprise.

“Come on, Fatty. Don’t stop there. You know you want it. You’ve already fucked up your diet plan today. What’s one more?”

Accepting the logic of that, Matty shrugged. Why not just have another? This time, he took it in two bites and opened his eyes as the large muscular bulk of Josh came to sit down on the edge of his bed. In his hands sat the remainder of the donuts he had bought.

“Next,” Josh grinned, holding out another donut. There was an odd twinkle in his eye and a devilish excitement on his face that Matty hadn’t seen since he’d heard Josh talking about the largest girl he had ever fucked.

Before Matty knew anything else, he saw the donut heading towards his mouth and he reached a hand out to hold it just after it arrived, pressing at his lips. There was something about this situation. This didn’t seem like something normal roommates got up to.

“Let me hold it for you,” Josh insisted as the fourth donut made its way to Matty’s lips.

Matty opened his mouth and allowed Josh to push the sugary treat inside, then chewed. As the final half was pushed in, Matty felt Josh’s fingers crossing into his mouth, stuffing it in as deep as he could without choking him.

“How was that?” Josh asked, as Matty swallowed the last of it down; all donuts now consumed, and a complemplative silence existing within the room.

“Good,” Matty nodded, feeling the tension between them both.

“You did well,” Josh nodded, staring without embarrassment straight into Matty’s eyes.

“Thank you,” Matty responded, unsure what else to say. Then he watched as the large football player got up and walked back to his own bed; all of his jokey bravado now gone.

The light switched off.

Nothing that Matty had done to control his weight appeared to be working. And so, as Josh began to make a habit of tempting him with little treats, Matty put up little resistance. His waistline grew further and those small hurdles that he had worried about were being overcome. His parents had been over to visit him one weekend and were surprised, alarmed and a little disgusted to see how much weight their boy had gained. Yet, the world had not ended. Matty had also been officially kicked off the football team for his lack of fitness, and the gossip around campus about how much weight he had gained had well and truly made its way into each and every dark corner. It was official. Matty was the fat guy now.

Despite everything that had happened to him over the last few months, there was only one thing that Matty couldn’t really explain, and that was his friendship with Josh. As Matty began to relax more into his new body shape, Josh seemed to become more tightly wound, like a spring. He must have spent much of his spare cash on beers and treats to tempt Matty with in the evenings, and the guy’s lovelife had become strangely more extreme. It was as if the jock was looking for the next big high. Matty noticed that the handsome stud no longer looked twice at the pretty, slim girls who flocked to flirt with him, seeking out only the most obese women in the city. He became known for it, with people on the campus finding it difficult to comprehend. Josh was almost as much of a freak as he was. But the fact that Josh had given up caring about what people thought of him made it all the easier for Matty to do the same. He was fat now. So what?

Matty often felt that Josh practised his demeanor on these fat women with him. There was a flirtation in his voice as he encouraged Matty to overeat and whenever he came back shirtless from the shower, Matty had the odd sensation that his fleshier parts were being checked out by the beautiful man.

“I know you,” Matty pointed, seeing the girl he had beaten at Poker a few months’ earlier. “I’ve not seen you at one of these parties in ages.”

Heather looked at Matty in confusion until recognition finally dawned on her face. “Is this seriously what you wished for?” she asked, poking her finger into Matty’s now quite extensive pot belly. “What a weird one!”

Matty had forgotten all about the wish he had supposedly been granted and he sat himself down at the table chuckling in recollection. “What a load of crap that was!” he sighed. “I’ve not even seen Danielle in weeks. She never was interested in me. And she certainly isn’t now.”

“It sounds like you fucked up your wish then,” Heather shot back, shuffling her cards and looking around, hoping that some curious partygoers would show an interest in joining her. “You must have lost your concentration and started thinking about something else.”

At that moment, Heather looked up and saw Josh chatting flirtatiously with an enormously obese girl he’d invited along that night; his broad back and muscular butt turned to them both, yet his large hand rubbed the girl’s enormous, blubbery rear.

“Oh!” she laughed, almost sympathetically. “You were thinking about him! Your roommate!” she pointed at Josh. “The dumb chubby chaser!”

“No I wasn’t!” Matty shot back indignantly. He had never uttered a word to anyone about his crush on Josh. No one.

“Yes you were!” Heather smirked. “You’re getting fat and as a result, little by little, he’s falling in love with you.” She eyed Josh carefully, as if peering into his very soul. “He’s a kinky bastard though. I hope you’ll be able to keep up with him!”

Matty didn’t believe a word of it, but the thought stunned him into silence nonetheless.

“I was so pissed at you that night you beat me at Poker. I’ve not lost a game since. Wanna play again? I’ll go easier on you to start with…”

“No, thanks,” Matty smirked, remembering how savagely Heather had won the early few games last time.

“Suit yourself,” Heather shrugged. “Let me do you a favour then,” she winked, before putting her fingers to her lips and whistling incredibly loudly to Josh. “Oi, Cutie. Come join us!”

Josh, never one to resist a cheeky callover, kissed the large girl on her cheek and then slid over to the table to see why he was wanted.

“What have you done to my friend here?” Heather asked accusingly. “Last time I saw him he was probably a hundred pounds lighter than this.”

Josh raised his eyebrows. “And that’s my fault?” he laughed, brushing his beautiful, thick hair off his face with a little nervousness in his voice.

“Are you saying you didn’t encourage him, even in the slightest?” Heather teased, seeming to know all.

“Well, I mean… I may have just… you know… a little,” he mumbled.

“Aw, aren’t you romantic?” Heather joked, rolling her eyes. “Listen, Romeo, dump your girl over there. She’s already texting the husband she’s been hiding from you,” she pointed over at the big lady behind them, quietly typing on her cell phone. “And go and take this fat boy out for some pizzas instead. I know you’ll like that. At the moment, he’s scaring off my customers!”

Josh got up from the table and slid behind his large girl without her noticing, clearly taking a quick peek at the message she was typing. Within seconds they were arguing. Had Heather been spot on with her assumption? Then, just like that, the enormous girl stormed out of the party.

“That’s your cue,” Heather nodded over to Matty. “Like I said, I hope you can handle him!”

Perplexed, Matty got up and walked over to Josh, who seemed annoyed and disappointed. “Want to get out of here?” he asked the handsome guy.

A few minutes later, and after many complaints from Josh about how much he had been strung along, he finally seemed to relax a little as the pair of them walked back through the middle of town. “So, who was that girl you were with? I’ve not seen her around here before. Is she someone you’re interested in?”

Matty scoffed at the idea. “Heather? No way!” he laughed. “She’s way too creepy for a start and, well, look at me. I’m too fat for a girl like that now. Although, I do think she might be a little bit psychic,” he conceded.

“Oh, come on. You don’t believe in all that crap, do you?” Josh chuckled.

Matty didn’t answer straight away, considering everything he had been told by Heather that evening. If anything she’d said was true, then it would explain absolutely everything that had been happening to him over the last few months. “So, are you taking me for some pizzzas then?” he asked to swiftly change the subject. “This new beer gut of mine needs some grub!”

Josh had laughed, but altered their course at the end of the next block, taking Matty to the pizzaria that often delivered to people on the campus. He strolled in first and ordered extra cheese on each of the three pizzas he’d requested, then sat down by a greasy table next to his roommate who tried to hand over some cash to pay for his share of the food. Josh refused. It was his treat.

When the food arrived, Josh claimed he was no longer hungry and still a little too frustrated by what had happened with his girl to even think about eating. Matty simply shrugged and began eating from the first pizza box, letting Josh ramble on about how many girls had messed him around in the last few months. Before he knew it, he was slipping the empty pizza box down underneath the others and starting on the next one. He didn’t know where his enormous appetite had come from, but ever since he had started gaining weight, he never seemed to get full like he used to. It was a Saturday night, he wasn’t counting calories.

“Are you serious?” Josh smirked, halting his rambling to watch as Matty slipped yet another empty box to the bottom and opened the third and final pizza. “You’re still hungry?” he asked, flabbergasted, despite the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

Matty shrugged. He didn’t think he was hungry, but he certainly wasn’t full either. He followed Josh’s gaze down to his torso, spotting that his shirt was straining against the ever increasing size of his stomach, loaded with everything he had already eaten. “Shit!” he chuckled to himself, seeing that his skin was showing between the straining buttons. But, with his hand already loaded with the next slice of pizza, he began eating it anyway, deciding that he should make this his last.

“I bet you can’t finish that whole pizza as well!” Josh stated daringly.

Matty chuckled at Josh’s naivety. “Oh, trust me, buddy. I could easily finish all this!” he countered, taking an extra big bite, as if to demonstrate.

“Five bucks says you can’t,” Josh stated next, reaching into his pocket to hold up a scrunched note.

“You’re on!” Matty smiled, knowing it would be the easiest income of his life. He doubled up his slices and, without even really thinking about it, consumed the entire third pizza in mere minutes, slapping his victorious hand down on the table to collect his winnings. “What’s for dessert?” he quipped.

The two boys walked back slowly to the dorms, partly because of how bloated Matty’s stomach was, although he didn’t really feel like he had eaten as much as he actually had done. “I’ve never seen anyone eat three whole pizzas like that,” Josh kept on saying, making Matty feel like he was becoming almost reacquainted with his previous masculine prowess, despite the fact that his pecs had slid into drooping, pointed nipples, resting on a shelf of stomach fat. “I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer if you want some of that when we get back?” he asked with surprising enthusiasm.

“Sure,” Matty nodded, quite taken by all the attention he was getting from Josh at that moment. So much so, that he took off his shirt the moment they made it back and stared into the hidden mirror within the closet door. He’d never seen his gut look bigger than this, nor his love handles so rounded and juicy.

“Look at you!” Josh cried in awe. “You’re getting huge! Even your arms are starting to go,” he noted, fluttering the fat at the back of Matty’s arms and watching the fresh lard flutter and rippled out, even onto the blubber that was spreading across his shoulder blades.

Matty turned in the mirror to get a look at his ass. Despite the sweat pants and elasticated waistbands, there had been no hiding the sheer width that had been developing back there. He thought back to his fine, pert little glutes of a few months earlier, realising that they had now swollen and grown to almost twice their size; squishy, with pure fat that had even spread down into his thighs and made them rub together when he walked.

As Matty gazed and studied himself in the mirror, he didn’t notice Josh slipping out to get the ice cream he had promised and returning to the room, slipping his own shirt off at the same time. “I didn’t think it was a full tub!” Matty laughed when the jock ripped open the lid.

“That’s not a problem, is it?” Josh chuckled back, digging the huge spoon in and holding the first load ready for Matty to eat.

Matty opened his mouth without even attempting to hold the spoon himself. It was like receiving his medicine; something that would make him so much better. Then, after a few more spoons, Josh slipped down onto his bed, making room for Matty to lie back with him against the headboard and eat some more from him. Matty would have followed him anywhere: that strapping chest and the scent of all his exposed skin now that he was shirtless too.

“Man, you eat like an absolute pig!” Josh laughed at how easily Matty was able to get the first half of the tub down.

Matty laughed as well, very used to the names Josh used to describe him. “You should put that little pig snout of yours on me,” he joked.

“You know about that?” Josh chuckled, without a hint of embarrassment. “I’ve got loads of kinky shit like that!” he smiled, delighted with himself. “But, the pig snout is definitely one of my favourites…” he teased, reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling it out. He settled the ice cream carton down for a second and pulled the string over Matty’s face. Then, settling the snout over Matty’s nose, he looked on in appreciation and sighed with pleasure. “Much better!” he grinned. “Now you’re a proper pig!”

Matty had noticed Josh’s big, musular arm slip over his shoulder as he settled back into spoon feeding him now; his fingers gently caressing the new blubbery bulk at the tops of Matty’s own arms. But this gentle motion was driving him wild with a secret lust. He wanted to stay here forever, submitting to this perfect being; eating for him, gorging. Whatever he wanted. “I think I’m going to need something else after this ice cream,” he breathed, imagining all the women this gorgeous man had fucked whilst they were wearing this piggy snout.

“So am I…” Josh nodded down at the steep tent that had formed in his pants.

“Are you asking me to..?” Matty began, surprised by how blatant Josh had suddenly become.

Josh nodded and sighed with lust, setting the ice cream down and scrambling to pull his pants down below his hips. Out plopped the most mostrously thick man dick, throbbing with lust. He picked it up and looked deeply into Matty’s eyes. “Suck it, Fatty” he ordered, as if too aroused to construct even a full sentence.

Matty manouevered himself and did as he was told, sliding his lips over the head of Josh’s penis. Immediately, the enormous jock moaned loudly and the giant muscle flexed and leaked within Matty’s mouth. It wasn’t going to take much work at all and Matty could actually make this kinky stud come. He felt Josh’s hips shudder and jump as he worked; the boy’s breathing becoming deeper and more frantic. Then, with a growl that Matty had never heard anywhere off the football pitch, Josh exploded into his mouth, making it hard not to gag from the force of it all.

There had been no going back from that night. Heather had been right: the kinky boy really was a handful. But, had it been worth it? Matty certainly thought so, even as his weight spiralled on and on into greater depths of obesity and he learned to enjoy such transformative feedings with the person of his dreams.

“Are you ready for our next adventure, Piggy?” Josh asked his rotund boyfriend a year later, stroking his wide, enormously fat butt as they left their college dorm for the final time.

Matty smiled back with excitement. “Always.”

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cosmicdream222 · 4 months

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The time I woke up in the void, before I even knew what the void was

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・。.。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As mentioned in this post, here is the story about how I woke up in the void before I knew what it was.

I came across @ellequarius success story on entering the void while falling asleep in class and I got major chills and a flashback to when something similar happened to me in HS. I didn’t even know about manifesting or the void at the time but now I realize I woke up in the void 🤯 It was such a strange and memorable experience, I still remember it vividly (I’m an adult, I graduated HS long ago lol).

It was my senior year, I was in science class and we had a substitute who gave us a free study period and dimmed the lights to put on a movie. I was exhausted so I just crossed my arms on my desk, put my head down and fell asleep.

Idk how long I was out, but before waking up I found myself in a weird kinda state. I thought I was dreaming, although nothing was happening. Everything was dark but it wasn’t like being in a dark room - it felt like looking at a TV or computer screen that was turned on but not showing a picture, there was some static and a sense of depth. A bit like outer space.

I had been thinking about my friend in Japan who I hadn’t talked to in a few weeks. I guess because she was on my mind, I imagined seeing a notification pop up on the “screen”, saying I had a new email from her. Then I woke up and went to my next class.

When I got to a computer, I found that I had indeed received an email from my friend, around the exact time I had “dreamed” it. I always thought it was a psychic dream, or just a freaky coincidence. But now I’m sure I manifested it in the void.

I was totally mindblown as since I found out about the void last year, I’ve been endlessly researching, wondering if it’s really real and trying different methods wanting to experience it for the first time - when I had already experienced it so long ago? 😭 It’s like I found an Easter egg in my brain!

I’m theorizing that sleeping position can have an effect on the ease in which you enter the void. Since it’s happened to several people while sleeping in class, taking naps, and there is also the popular recliner method, it seems that unusual sleeping positions put you in a lighter sleep, which can help access alternate states easier.

I’ve also realized since I figured this out a couple weeks ago, pretty much every time I have a natural awakening in the early morning, I do wake up in the void. It even happened this morning (2/27 as I type this) early in the morning after several hours of sleep, and I was lying on my back which is not my most comfortable sleeping position.

It’s the same kind of experience, and I don’t hear anything, but my first natural instinct when I wake up is to wonder where the sounds of my environment are. So I end up tuning in to my room to try to hear things, and snapping out of the void.

Only a matter of time before I figure out how to remain there aware long enough to affirm for my desires 😭

#void state #void success #manifesting

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greynatomy · 11 months

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daydreams

leah williamson x reader

little something that i’ve had in my drafts for a while.

i also just hit 500 followers, so thank you all for that. i appreciate every single one of you and i’m happy that you’ve loved what i’ve written.

let me know what you think!

-grey

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“I got one last song for tonight.” ‘Awe’s’ can be heard through the room.

“I know. I know. Now. This song. Its one of my favorites that I’ve written and I wrote it in like two hours, right after some alone time with the Mrs… if ya know what I mean.” Y/N said with an exaggerated wink, making the room laugh.

“She’s a very inspiring woman. Most of my songs are about her, so, without further ado, this is Daydreams.”

She's all I read She's all the literature that I'll ever need She's poetry

But she's like the good kind that doesn't make me sleep Her eyes are porn and she knows it Won't shut her eyelids 'til she gets invited We're not keeping score, but she's winnin' Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

You do tend to get lost in her eyes, especially when you see nothing but love and lust in them.

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air She knows I'm weak, yeah I Daydream every day about the things we do at night

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In the crowd, three friends came to watch the show together.

She likes the word, "Please" But not the polite kind, the one in the sheets She knows she's a tease She's here for a good time then she's gonna leave

“Whoever her wife is must be real freaky in them sheets.” One friend states, unaware of how one of her friends’ cheeks were turning red.

She'll start a war and she knows it Won't stop her fighting 'til my flag is rising We're not keeping score, but she's winnin' Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air She knows I'm weak, yeah I Daydream every day about the things we do at night

“That was Daydreams, It will be release soon. For now, thank you all for coming to hangout. Until next time. Bye everyone, get home safe.” Y/N closed her show off, waving to the crowd, walking offstage.

“She’s so dreamy.” Lia Wälti stated to her friends.

“So hot.” Both Lia and Beth looked at Leah with a teasing smile. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yup. I would say to get with her, but apparently she’s married now.”

Leah’s cheeks burn red. “Shut up. Let’s just g—”

“Leah Williamson.” Leah was interrupted by a security guard.

“That’s me.”

“You’ve been requested backstage. If you and your guests would just follow me.”

“Leah?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are we following a random person? He could be kidnapping us.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Following the security guard into a room, they were told to wait there and left, closing the door.

“Is this is the part where we die?”

“Lia!”

“You’re basically manifesting it to happen.” Beth stated, with a roll of her eyes.

“I promise I won’t kill you guys.”

The three of them turn around, seeing the one and only Y/N Y/LN. Two out of the three appear in shock.

“You- you’re Y/N Y/LN.”

“I am.”

“OHMYGOD I LOVE YOU!” Lia yelled in excitement.

“Thank you!” You turn to Leah and give her your biggest smile. “Hi, Leah.”

Leah quickly goes to you and wraps her arms around your neck, yours going around her waist.

“Hi, darling.” Leah leans up to give you a quick kiss.

“YOU KISSED Y/N YL/N!”

“Okay, Lia. Let’s go outside to calm down for a bit, yeah.”

“I’ll meet you guys outside. Let me get showers and changed first.”

The two footballers walk out the room, Leah closing the door.

“Wait, if Y/n Yl/n is married and you just kissed her, does that mean you’re married to her and she wrote a song about your sex life?”

“LIA!”

#leah williamson imagines #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson one shot #woso soccer #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso #greynatomy #greynatomy fic #woso fanfics #woso imagines

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nerys-nerie · 10 months

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Ethan Landry x MILF!Reader

Would you look at that it’s my yearly post, anyway.

Warnings: Mentions of Masturbation, Ethan being a stalker(what’s new?), I’m not sure if that’s it. I gave you a last name. It’s your husbands.

And I’m already writing a part two, with smut, so I’ll post that soon. This is for those people that told me they would like to read this. I’m not about to edge them so here it is.

I tried not to make it long because someone said not to like the last one.

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Ethan heard a knock at the door. It was you. You were standing there with the food you’d just made for his family. You grinned when you saw him.

“Ethan, it’s so good to see you. How’s college going?” You asked kindly while walking in the door.

“It’s good.” He hoped you couldn’t hear the nerves in his voice.

“Good, good.” You rubbed his arm and walked to the dining room to his mother. You gave her a big hug and set your dishes down near hers.

Ethan watched the interaction with a small huff. He couldn’t believe after all these years he still couldn’t talk to you like a normal person.

You were his neighbor, well more than that. You were his middle school infatuation that led to his high school obsession and the current love of his life. You also happened to be his mom’s best friend, with two kids, and a husband. And you were about to enter your thirties.

It wasn’t his fault your curves just called to him. The way you walked, talked, and even the way you breathed had him hard. He could just smell your perfume and he suddenly found himself in a private setting pumping his cock to you.

He’s only ever looked at someone else when he was drunk and they kind of looked like you. It was so embarrassing for him when he was drunk and making out with a girl. He said your name so desperately that even in the girl’s drunken state she knew it wasn’t her he lusted for.

He apologized to her profusely but still, that's as far as they went. That’s as far as he’s ever gone. Ethan doesn’t exactly have the best luck with women so the man was still a virgin.

Ethan suddenly remembered he needed to put the pictures of you that were on his bed currently needed to go back under his bed. Yes, pictures. Not all of them are dirty ones, some are just you walking to get the mail. The dirty ones are from you accidentally leaving the curtain open when you were getting dressed.

Sometimes the little shit would notice you and your husband about to get freaky so he would knock on the door and ask about something only you would know. He was a constant cockblock if he could help it.

He watched you talking to his dad. He was always watching you. He watched as your husband placed his hand on the small of your back and how your little boys clung to your legs.

His father looked at him for a moment. Bailey pointed everyone’s attention to Ethan and began to brag about how good his grades were in college.

“It’s nothing.” Ethan shrugged and tried to look at his dad but his eyes were always on you.

“Don’t downplay your achievements.” You leaned out and touched his shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “You should be proud of yourself.”

Your husband didn’t say much, he just stared down your shirt. He looked up and saw Ethan staring at him. He smiled at the boy politely.

“I’ll try not to [Name].” Ethan accidentally lets your name slip.

“Mrs. Sharp.” His mother corrects him.

“No, no it’s fine. [Name] is fine. Mrs. Sharp makes me feel so old.” Your eyebrows furrow as you beam at him.

“You’re not old.” Mr. Sharp insists.

Ethan would’ve said it too if your old husband didn’t beat him to it. Your husband had to be at least ten years older than you. He couldn’t protect you if someone broke into the house. He’d take too long to get off his ventilator. The curly-haired boy prays Mr. Sharp would need a ventilator soon so that statement would be true. Ethan on the other hand could protect you, kill for you.. hell, he’d die for you if it meant you’d kiss his cold lips before he left this world.

You look at your husband and kiss his cheek. “He has to say that or I’ll divorce him.” Your face hurt from smiling and laughing at old people's jokes.

You wished you could go home and sleep. God, you were so tired. It was hard raising two boys basically by yourself. Not to mention you and your husband weren’t exactly the happy couple you pretended to be. You had a huge argument right before this while you were stressing about cooking.

“Let’s eat.” Officer Bailey stated suddenly. It wasn’t suddenly you had just zoned out for a bit.

You put back on your polite face instead of your dissociative one and sat down to eat. Ethan made sure to sit right next to you. Your husband was on one side of you and Ethan on the other.

His father noticed that.

One of your sons looked around. (I am not naming your kids so get used to thing one and thing two.) “Mommy, where are the eggs?”

You looked around for a moment and noticed you’d forgotten the deviled eggs at your house. Your head was placed in one of your hands as you let out a disappointed sigh at yourself.

Your husband looked at you sharply, silently telling you to straighten up.

Ethan noticed that and placed a hand on one of your thighs. “Are you okay?”

“It’s fine. I just forgot about the deviled eggs at home. I’ll go get them. You guys can start without me.” You start to stand up to leave.

“Do you want help?” Ethan asked and reached out for your arm with a soft touch.

“I’ll help her.” Mr. Sharp gives Ethan a stiff smile.

“Thank you, dear.” You say with another cheek-hurting grin. Fake, of course. You’d rather not be left alone with him.

Ethan stares as the happy couple leaves. His mom, dad, Richie, and Quinn seem none the wiser about it. They’re just stuffing their faces.

“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Ethan gets up and pretends to go upstairs before making a beeline to the front door. He could hear shouting already when he stepped off of his family’s freshly cut lawn.

He peeked into the window. Why were you crying? Ethan saw red. Your hand was bleeding and you were trying to clean it at the sink while your husband just huffed. He took a swig of alcohol in a finely cute glass.

Your house looked expensive and so did everything inside it. It looked like one of those magazines with everything modern on the inside.

Ethan watched as you picked up broken glass from the floor as you cried. Your crying only seemed to annoy your husband further. Ethan didn’t realize how tired you looked before when you were all smiles and laughs. Now with your face frowning and crestfallen he could tell.

He felt the need to comfort you above all else. Your tears made him frown too, but they also filled him with rage.

Mr. Sharp decides he’s had enough of your crying and picks up the deviled eggs you’d made and starts taking them over. Ethan quickly hid so he wouldn’t be seen.

Once he had walked past Ethan, Ethan decided that he needed to comfort you. He knocked on the door that was left half open by your husband slamming it.

You looked up at who entered the door. It was Ethan. You wiped your tears away when you made eye contact so he wouldn’t see you crying. You gave him a big smile. “Hey, what’re you doing here? Couldn’t wait for the deviled eggs so you had to get them yourself?” It was a shitty attempt at a joke you knew that.

Ethan kneeled in front of you and grabbed your bleeding hand. “[Name].”

Your bottom lip wobbled when he said your name. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore seeing your sad face. He hugged you.

You took some deep breaths but eventually ended up crying into his chest. It had been a very long week for you. Long marriage really.

He didn’t shush you he just stroked your back and hair. You couldn’t see his face but it was holding a silent rage.

Ever since he was young you would take care of him. When he fell over on his bike and scraped his knee in front of your house when he was fourteen. You came out and put a bandaid on him. You ruffled his hair and gave him a quick peck on his forehead. You treated him with such care when he was a teenager.

Another time when he got arrested after he was pulled over and had alcohol in his car when he was sixteen, you were there to pick him up. His parents were too angry and wanted him to stay in jail for a night before they picked him up. You felt so bad you bailed him out as soon as you were told. In your mind, Ethan was a good kid who had made a bad decision. You let him stay over that night and baked him cookies.

There were more times he could remember but the one thing he kept noticing in all these happy memories was that your husband wasn’t in them. He used to go on long work trips when he didn’t get airsick and his heart didn’t give him problems. What if he took your husband out of the equation? Permanently.

He’d have to be smart about it. He’d have to get away with it. He could wear a mask. Like the mask and costume, Richie has in his shrine. That’s a Ghostface costume though… Ghostface wouldn’t just kill one person. He’d have to kill multiple people before your husband for it to seem like the serial killer was back. He could do that if it meant you were free. Ethan found himself not even feeling guilty as he made a random list of people he could kill for you.

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Please don’t hate this <3

Have nice day!!! 😊

(I don’t know how to tag people. Sorry.)

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #scream iv

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krenenbaker · 8 months

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Why Trey's a Weirdo

@wordycheeseblob your question on that Trey meme led me to write up a little analysis on Trey! I admit, I got a little carried away with this ^^;

Okay, so! On the topic of Trey being a freak/definitively not "normal", there are a number of different things you could look at. It's up to personal interpretation, but generally, there are some things that point to him being absolutely WEIRD.

The most obvious aspect is the teeth thing. We all know he's, uh, very fond of teeth. While that's odd, there are - in my opinion - other things that make him far stranger.

Trey can be considered kind of freaky because of how perceptive and clever he is, specifically because he hides this fact. He sees what people do, he understands the cause-and-effect of things, and he uses that information to reach his goals - mostly, avoiding conflict. I'd say he's honestly rather Machiavellian. Looking at everything from his Labwear vignette, to his Wish Upon a Star vignette, to Vil's Labwear vignette, Trey is shown to manipulate situations and people around him, in order to keep the world around him in the state he wishes. He's also quietly very violent and vengeful, as suggested with his desire to continue with the Spelldrive/Magift match at the end of Book 2, for the express reason to use magic against those he felt anger towards.

That's not to mention his Unique Magic/Signature Spell - it's perception manipulation, plain and simple. That's both terrifying, and honestly pretty strange. Especially considering how he uses it on his dormmates... DEFINITELY not something a "normal" person does.

Trey also is strange in how normal he appears. He is unusually humble, caring, and competant... to a suspicious level. He intentionally tries to make himself seem "normal" (ex. Trey's Halloween vignette). And he also ASSERTS how normal he is multiple different times. Most of the time, if people genuinely point out that you're eccentric or odd or somehow not normal, many times... chances are you're not the "normal" person you think you are.

There are a few more things that could also be added, but these are my main arguments on Trey's "normal" vs "weirdo" status ^w^ There IS a reason why he's at the top of Idia's (I don't remember the exact phrasing) "Turbo sus vice housewardens to be avoided" list, after all. He's just as weird as Jade or Rook, simply better at hiding it.

#twst #twisted wonderland #trey clover #my darling baker ♡#krenenbaker's :)#I love Trey so much (*´◡`*)♡

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reddraven · 6 months

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Hi hi! So my post about pain processing has gained some traction and I just thought I'd share my tips on how to get the most out of your freaky masochistic shenanigans.

(Disclaimer that I am not an educator of any kind. Literally I'm just some guy who likes pain)

1. Dispersion

This is my favorite pain processing method. The point here is to visualize the pain spreading throughout your body, decreasing in intensity as it travels further from the point of origin.

The easiest way to do this (for me) is to visualize the pain as a color that loses saturation as it flows through my body

So lets say its a spanking scene... with each strike, I might imagine a bright blue flash of light that starts at my ass and then becomes duller and duller as I visualize that light moving into my torso, through my limbs, and eventually fading away entirely

If you struggle with visualizations, you can also focus on things like heat or texture... Your skin will naturally warm up and become more sensitive while you're being (consensually) roughed up, so think about that heat... think about how intense it is at the point of impact, and then think about it spreading throughout your body, becoming cooler and cooler as it travels

2. Breathing

This is something I picked up from my marching band days and I've found that it puts me in an almost meditative state during scenes.

This is a simple one... just focus on breathing in for four counts, holding your breath for 2 counts, and then exhaling for another 4 counts and repeat

Any time you start to feel yourself panicking or struggling to process pain, just return to that breath

3. Allow yourself to feel

This is probably the most important tip, but if you're like me, then outwardly expressing pain might not come naturally to you

Just... feel... react... allow your body to release. Whether that's screaming or whining or crying or wiggling, do it

I promise you that sitting and toughing out the pain in silence is only going to detract from the experience... and that (usually) goes for both you and your partner. Sadists often like to see your reactions... that's part of the fun... so (assuming your Dom(me) allows it) feel free to react.

I've had breakdowns in the middle of scenes before because I was holding my reactions in, and as soon as my Dom increased the intensity, alllll of that pain bubbled out of me all at once... It wasn't fun... don't do that to yourself

Masochists love pain! But remember that pain tolerance and masochism are not the same thing! Its okay if you enjoy pain scenes, but still struggle to process all that intense sensation

If you love pain like I do, feel free to share your tips and experiences! I love you, my masochistic friends 💕

#bd/sm masochist #masochist sub #bd/sm safety #kink safety #t4t sub #t4t kink #t4t ns/fw #queer sub #queer bd/sm

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gaysindistress · 7 months

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Running from the Daylight - two

pairings: pirate!James “The Scourge of the Sea” Barnes x royal governor's daughter!reader

Summary: based on this request

Warnings: reader uses She/her/hers pronouns and is AFAB, mentions of the female body/parts, cursing, suggestive sexual content, violence and mentions of death, sexual content (p in v), some dark shit (like I can’t tag it without spoiling it but people get freaky over someone who’s bleeding) I'm actually awful at tagging things but there's smut. for the love of all things holy, do not read if you are a minor.

Word count: 3.6k

part one | my master list

Tag list: @talesofreading

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif, found on google/Pinterest/tumblr. Credits to @boltlightning for the gif on the bottom left & @owenhcrper for the gif on the bottom right

Begging, pleading, and sucking him dry did nothing to convince James that I’ve been ready to take his cock since that first night.

He would be a monster and allow me to believe that he would finally take me only to stop right before it went too far. He would give me hollow reasons like “the sea is too rough,” “you are too tired,” “we don’t have a proper bed and I will not take your maiden hood without one.”

Useless excuse after useless excuse was all I received for months on end. A part of me wondered if he was growing bored but when I confessed this to him, he spent the following several hours between my legs. He lapped and sucked at my core until I was crying and shaking but kept pulling climaxes from me until I very nearly passed out.

I tried to tempt him by wearing thin nightdresses or simply nothing at all but it all failed. I even convinced Natasha to play along with a scheme in which James would just so happen to find us in the middle of fucking but nothing. All he did was sit in his captain’s chair and watch with sharp eyes, occasionally telling us what to do.

Months of pent up frustration finally came to head when we docked in New Providence to replenish our supplies. My father had been overjoyed to see me again but his happy mood was as soiled when he observed the way that James and I were.

“My darling please tell me that he has not ruined you,” my father harshly whispers to me as he pulls me aside.

I gasp in disbelief and rip my arm away from him.

“Excuse me! You are not allowed to ask me such a thing!”

“I am your father, Y/N Stark. It is well within my rights to know if my daughter has been abused by a pirate.”

I catch the watchful eye of James as he’s instructing his crew and he gives me a concerned look. I brush it off and look back to my father.

“Your daughter has not been abused,” I sneer as I spot the Commodore approaching us, “I’ve been kept safe and protected.”

Steve makes a face at my words as he stops beside us but my father seems satisfied. He backs away and nods goodbye to us before retreating back to his fortress.

“You may speak freely with me; has the pirate lord abused you?”

“The only abuse to be had is that what my throat endures from taking his cock every night,” I calmly state before also leaving to find my captain. I don’t wait to hear or see Steve’s reaction but I can feel his piercing stare on my back.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me until we had a proper bed,” I say lowly as I drop myself onto the canopied bed behind me, “and I think this meets that requirement.”

James narrows his bright eyes at me but doesn’t move from his place leaning against the raging fireplace. It’s odd seeing him look…normal? He’s out of place in this world of luxury and refinement but here in the room that I once called my own, he looks like he belongs. A part of me wishes to pretend that our pasts were different and that he had been the man who proposed to me, yearning for me for years. I wish that time had been kind to him and that it hadn’t stolen his heart and soul. I wish that I could’ve been the one he fell in love with all those years ago so he wouldn’t have had to face that curse. I wish we could delight in being together alone in my room at my father’s estate, a situation I would’ve blushed to even think about a few months ago. I wish we could ignore the reality of who we are and wholly engulf ourselves in the opportunity that presents itself.

“I did say that, didn’t I love?” He muses for a moment, allowing his eyes to trail down my barely covered body. I’d found an even thinner and smaller nightdress to wear for tonight, hoping that it might finally be what breaks him.

Maybe my last wish would come true.

He pushes off the mantle and prowls towards me. As he gets closer, my body starts to burn with anticipation and I inch back to accommodate his imposing stature. James knocks my legs apart with his knee and slots between them as he leans over me. Both hands cup my face and my eyes flutter closed at his warm touch. He dips down to whisper in my ear and chuckles when my breath hitches.

“You need sleep my love.”

I let out a snort, “no I do not. What I need is…”

He interrupts me with a gentle peck and mutters against my lips, “I know what you need and that is sleep.”

James presses another kiss to my lips with a subtle roll of his hips into mine while wearing a wicked smirk. I stick my tongue out at him as he pulls away and waits for me to settle into bed. He finds his place in the huge and ugly arm chair that my mother insisted I needed in front of the fireplace. His hat is sat on the small table beside him and his feet are kicked out in front of himself. Crossing his arms over his chest, James settles himself into the chair as if he’s going to sleep there and I frown at him.

“I can feel you thinking, love,” he quips and although I can’t see his face, I know there’s a smirk.

“Is that where you intend to sleep? In my armchair that I know is most certainly the most uncomfortable piece of furniture in this house?”

His shoulder shrugs and he makes a show of making himself comfortable with a loud sigh.

“It’s perfectly comfortable to me, your highness,” the jab at my upbringing doesn’t go unnoticed, not with the way he elongates the word and lowers his voice.

Scoffing, I throw a pillow at him and he chuckles when it flies past, missing him.

“Remind me to work on your aim in the morning,” he teases me before adding that I need to be going to sleep.

“We’re not on your ship anymore so you’re not my captain,” I snipe and that catches his attention. He perks up and goes to say something smart back but the doors fly open, slamming against the poor walls.

James stays seated albeit ready to jump up if needed. Seeing as he’s playing it cool, I do the same and remain tucked into my bed.

The person who dared interrupt our night is none other than the Commodore. He stands at his full height with a scroll in his hand as he glares at James.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of being granted your presence so late at night, commodore?” James mocks as he watches Steve.

The wigged man says nothing but sends a death glare towards the pirate before looking at me. He takes a step towards me and James makes a clicking noise, telling him to stay put.

“Y/N,” Steve starts as he ignores the subtle warning, “your father has found a way to free you from your deal with this vile creature.”

I glance around him at James who’s smirking to himself and raises one dark brow at me. He’s no longer stretched out like a cat but instead is leaning back against the chair with his head resting on his fist as he watches us.

Turning my attention back to Steve, I ask him to elaborate and elaborate he does.

“You were under duress. You cannot be expected to uphold a deal that you made when you were in fear for your life. Your father and I handled everything, Y/N, all you need to do is say that you were afraid for your life and otherwise would not have made the deal.”

In another life the gut wrenching way that Steve is pleading with me would’ve worked. I would’ve jumped up and ran for him, falling into his arms as I sobbed that I was afraid. I would’ve taken his hand and begged him to save me for the sake of being free from a pirate even if it meant being in debt to him for life.

That is if I hadn’t met James; the man who’s shown my unconditional and undying affection. The man that has sworn to protect me and honor me as if I were his ruling goddess. The man that has seen parts of me that no other man has and the man that I want to know every inch of me, mental and physical.

“Steve, ever the gentleman,” I coo as I push the blankets from my lap and slide off my bed.

“There is but one fault in your proposal,” I state as I softly pad toward the two men, “I was not under duress. I was not afraid for my life by any stretch of the imagination. I was not afraid at all, in fact, I felt the safest I had in years in that moment.”

I can feel the heat of James’ stare on me as I come to stand beside him and continue to tear Steve apart.

“If anything, I was concerned for your life but not afraid. I knew that James would not harm or otherwise act in a way that would scare me. I knew that he would agree to my terms but you,” I point at him and allow my voice to become more harsh, “you were the one I was afraid of. You’ve always been a liability, never quite knowing when you’re going to lash out on those around you. You’ve always freighted me and that night at the bar only solidified my fears that you would cause me harm. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you or went back with you that day on the Serpent’s Cry. Quite frankly, Steve, I’m perfectly content being bound to this vile creature.”

James snorts from behind me and wraps an arm around me, tugging me to sit on his lap. Steve is fuming, his face turning red with anger at my lecture and I know he’s plotting both of our demises.

The man beneath me grips my chin and tilts my head down so that he can capture my lips in a heated kiss. My hands fly to tangle into his hair as his tongue swipes at my bottom lip. A moan tumbles from me when the hand gripping my chin slides to cup the back of neck.

“Enough!” Steve’s voice rings out and he storms towards us to rip me away.

The familiar cock of a gun halts him and he frantically looks down to see a readied pistol pointing at him. It had been lying under James’ hat, hidden from plain sight so Steve had no chance to draw his open weapon.

James has the audacity to look bored as he holds the weapon and rubs small circles into my hip with his other hand.

“Out,” he orders in a low rumbling voice.

Steve, however, the oaf of a man takes another step forward and James rolls his eyes.

“Is pain the only way you learn, Commodore? Out before I shoot your cock off.”

Steve scoffs at the crude words and I stifle a giggle while tucking my face into James’ neck. He shudders slightly at the feeling and squeezes my hip.

“Y/N,” Steve tries to appeal to me but I’m not having any of it. I begin to plant wet kisses on James’ neck and nip at the soft skin occasionally. Steve calls to me again and I suck a deep red, nearly purple mark into the pirate’s neck which earns me a throaty groan.

A series of sounds ring out and I jolt away from my haven. First is the sound of Steve stepping forward, a gun shot, a cry of pain, and a thud as Steve falls to the ground. With wide eyes I try to look at him but James catches my face in a tight hold, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Don't look at him, love. Eyes on me, understood?” He whispers, letting his lips dance over mine and holding my eye contact with a fierce look swirling in his blue eyes.

I manage a small nod and he smiles at me before addressing Steve who’s clutching his leg.

“I warned you and you did not listen. As far as I’m concerned, you are to blame for the state of your leg. Now I suggest you drag your cowardly self out of this room before I do depart your cock from your body as I promised."

Lost in the way his eyes captive me and his words cause a fire to ignite in my body, I don’t hear Steve’s protests that break through the cries of pain. It’s not until James breaks our trance and rolls his eyes that I realize our situation. I still obey James and don’t look by hiding my face in his neck once again. He coos to me to go to my bed and turn away from them as he helps me stand.

“Keep your eyes on the ground for me,” he tells me when my hand slips from his and I cautiously make my way to my bed.

From behind me, I hear James let out an exaggerated sigh and the crackling of leather from him bending down.

“You’ve shot my leg, how am I to be expected to leave?” Steve hisses through the agonizing pain.

“Drag yourself like the worm you are. It's none of my concern how you choose to obey my command."

“I will not leave her alone with such a demonic savage like yourself.”

There’s a pause, a tension filled pause as I assume James debates what to do. However his next words are not exactly what I was expecting.

“Pain doesn't seem to be a strong enough deterrent for you, Commodore. Remember; you are to blame for your current situation,” he huffs as he yanks Steve up and drops him into the chair we’d been sitting in.

“Love hand me the sheet,” he says to me without looking.

I quickly bundle up the item he’s asking for and toss it to him. I want to ask what he’s planning but it becomes clear when he starts to wrap it around Steve.

“Since you refuse to leave her alone with such a demonic savage, as you put it so beautifully, you’ll have to watch her damnation.”

Steve lets out a roar of protest and it met with a pistol pressed under his jaw.

“You were told to leave and you did not. Seeing her defiled and ravished as she deserves is a fitting punishment. I think this is preferable to death but I am not the true judge. Love?”

The nickname catches me off guard and my eyes dart between them but it’s the stormy eyes of James that are given my full attention.

“What do you think? Should I grant him mercy and kill him before you take my cock? Or should he watch as I take what he's desired for years?"

As I fail to answer, James adds, "I will only do this if this is what you want. If not, I’m more than happy to show him just how acquainted with the devil I am.”

Words escape me and I just nod.

Apparently that’s not good enough.

“Use your words love. Tell us what you want.”

“I…fuck,” I mumble under my breath and James’ smirk spreads across his face. He knows that I want this, that I want nothing more than for him to finally take me even if it means Steve is forced to watch.

“I don’t think the Commodore heard you. Louder.”

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I want you to take me.”

James cocks a brow at Steve with a sinister smirk, “it appears that your pure angel wants me to defile her while you watch.”

The tied up man jerks forward with a threat on his lips and james lets out a terrifying laugh. He ignores the protests and calls me over with the hook of his finger. My body is trembling as I let my feet touch the ground and nearly stumble as I try to walk. Steve must think it’s out of fear but my captain knows it’s due to anticipation.

I stop at his side and James draws away from the injured man to wrap an arm around me. Pulling me in front of him, my back is to his chest and I’m facing Steve. James keeps his gun pointed at him while bending his head to my ear and whispering to me.

“You tell me when you want to stop, understood?“ he tells me in a voice so low I almost don’t hear him. When I don’t acknowledge his statement, he squeezes my hip with his free hand and repeats it.

Breathlessly I agree, “Yes, please James. I need you.”

He nudges my legs apart and drifts his hand from my hip to my core, pulling up my night dress in the process. My head lolls back, falling onto his shoulder and he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Moans and sighs fall without hesitation as he begins to run firm but slow circles into the bundle of nerves that only he can seem to find. His name becomes a chorus that is caught between our lips as the pressure builds within my core. He releases my lips and lets me sing my song for Steve to hear clearly. I feel him smile against my temple as I grow louder and louder. Just as I’m about reach my climax, he pulls his hand away and I nearly cry. A few tears leak from my eyes and he coos sweetly to me.

“Shhhhh love, I promised to defile you and I intend to do that. Lean forward and put your hands on his shoulders.”

“James,” I whimper when I feel him back away.

“Do as you’re told.”

The sounds of his belt and pants dropping silences me. I lean forward and with hazy eyes, look Steve straight on as my hands grip his shoulders. There’s a fire burning in his light eyes and I’ve come to know what it truly is. He can try to deny it but we all know watching me is causing him to grow hard and angry.

“Y/N,” his voice breaks as he whispers my name and I blink hard trying to look at him.

The heavy heat of James behind me distracts me and I drop my head at the feeling of him rutting against me.

He taunts Steve with cruel words as he drags the head of his cock through my folds and pulls wanton moans from my swollen lips.

“James,” I plead, “please.”

He coos mockingly as he lines himself up.

“Louder, my love. I don’t think your fiancé heard you.”

“He’s not my fiancé,” I grit out angrily but it falls flat when he pushes his entire length inside of me. It turns into a wince and pained moan but he doesn’t pull out. He keeps it there, watching me struggle with the pain that morphs into blinding pleasure. Only when I push back against him does he withdraws a few inches but keeps most of his length inside me as he starts to rock his hips into me. He’s slow and deliberate at first, focusing on pulling the loudest and most embarrassing moans he can from me but as his own body betrays him, his hips increase their pace.

Below me Steve is a mess. His breathing is ragged and the color is draining from his face as the blood loss becomes too much. I can’t bare to look at him and James must see that in the way I keep my head bent down. A sharp tug on my hair forces my head up and I see the devastation written lines on his face. The cold barrel on a gun rubs against my scalp and it dawns on me that the hand that’s in my hair is holding the gun. He grunts as he pumps his dick into me and I cry out as pleasure washes over me. He keeps one hand coiled into my hair as the other slips to my core, rubbing me and drawing my climax from me.

James tugs me up against his chest and I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder as we continue to move against each other. His cock drags against my walls in a nearly painful way but I don't care. I’m pulsing around him and pleading with him to let go with me. As my eyes flutter shut from the white hot pleasure, he tugs my hair again and demands I look at Steve.

“Look at the Commodore, love. Look at what just watching you does to him,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck. My eyes are heavy and it’s a struggle to do as I’m told but I do and it earns me my climax.

James thrusts up hard one final time and we’re both moaning as I finish. He’s not far behind and groans out my name as he releases his hot seed into me. We’re a panting mess as he slows and eventually stops. He loosens his grip on my hair with a sweet kiss to my temple and whispers praise into my ear.

Intertwined in those sweet phrases is a promise and at first I think it’s for me. Only when the second shot of the night rings out do I realize that it was intended for Steve.

“I hope for your sake that your false god takes pity on you and allows you to die before morning.”

With that he tucks himself back into his pants and lifts me into his arms. My final memory of commodore will be blurred in pleasure and blood but I don’t care. He can bleed out for all I care after he dared to lay a hand on me and insult the man I love.

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hxlda-hxlda · 2 months

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sunday morning snippet!! it's 12AM so it counts for sunday!!

“My mum would have a fit,” Sirius said sort out of nowhere.

He was listening, he was. But then his mind had half-drifted off, thinking of conversations at dinner tables where he was forced to wear the dress robes with the too-tight collars and well, okay, maybe Sirius had lost track of all of the words a little while ago.

Remus stopped reading aloud immediately, looking up. “What?” he asked, lacking his usual irritation when interrupted.

Remus wore a rarely open expression. One that drove Sirius to continue, saying something he otherwise might not have. Maybe if the sun was in a different position or if it was a Wednesday instead of a Saturday, or maybe if it was James instead of Remus, or maybe if it was two o’clock in the afternoon instead of five o’clock. Maybe if any single thing had been different Sirius might not have continued the thought, which pressed at his ribs with a steady ache — a bruise begging to be pressed.

“Queers, poofs, whatever.” Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “My mother would throw a fit knowing we’re reading a novel by one of them.”

Remus’ face remained as blank as ever, if not for the slight crease in his forehead.

“She thinks they’re about as bad as mudbloods,” said Sirius, getting to his point after a bit more time had passed. That was about all there was to his point, but it felt significant for some reason. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears. Sirius wondered vaguely if Remus could hear it with his freaky hearing, then realised he probably could.

“What about you?” Remus asked quickly, watching Sirius intensely.

Sirius found looking at Remus to worsen the state of his rapidly beating heart as nervousness, or something, worked its way up his throat. Sirius swallowed, finding Lupin’s gaze too intense. He preferred the sight of his already half-picked thumbnail. He scraped at his thumb a bit more, swallowing again.

“Well, y’know, I don’t think mudbloods are all that bad. Evans is alright when she takes the quill out of her arse for three seconds, I guess.”

Sirius heard a snort of laughter that helped him relax his shoulders some. He continued speaking to his torn thumbnail.

“So… how right could she be about the rest of it, y’know what I mean?” Sirius said it quickly, as though it was a secret he wasn’t supposed to tell. It felt like a secret, in some odd way.

He was met with a silence that immediately made his heart lurch again. He forced himself to glance up, just enough to catch Remus’ eyes. Shockingly, Sirius found that they’d softened. They were far less intense, and even the crease between his eyebrows had disappeared. He was looking all, well, soft. It was a funny sort of look for Remus, Sirius thought. It suited him, yes, but not in the way his usual stoicism did.

“What?” Sirius asked after a while, feeling sheepish under the prolonged eye contact.

“Nothin’,” Remus replied immediately.

“No, no, what?” Sirius shuffled closer on the couch cushions, so close their knees were centermetres from touching. “You have to tell me now. You know how I get when you keep all your little secrets.”

Remus huffed. “Insufferable,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Exactly! Insufferable.”

“This is classic manipulation, you know, threatening poor behaviour like this?”

Sirius shrugged, quirking a smile. “Yes, well, I did have to learn some things from my mother, didn’t I?”

Remus shook his head again, pretending not to laugh in that way he did. “I was just thinking,” he said after a beat.

“About?”

“About how you’re brilliant.”

Sirius’ throat immediately felt thick. “What?”

“Dunno.” Remus somehow managed to avoid and catch Sirius’ eyes simultaneously. They were caramel in the afternoon sun, his favourite kind of sun for Remus’ eyes. “Just… dunno how someone so awful made you. And– and you’re so good.”

Sirius blinked rapidly, swallowing once then twice then a third time to try and rid himself of the lump in his throat. His cheeks burned, his throat, his eyes. He ducked his head.

“Oh,” he said stupidly. And then, “You’re not so bad yourself, Lupin,” he coughed out, having to first compose himself enough to do so.

“Shove off.”

“Go on,” Sirius said, wiping at his eyes as surreptitiously as he could manage. “Read more of the book written by the poof. Maybe I’ll write a report for good ol’ Walburga.”

tagged by my abosolute darling @fiddleleafedfig ! it's a bit longer than a snippet, but i was scrolling through my docs for something and stumbled upon it. it was too cute not to use.

#fic: i won't believe you #writing tag #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin

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saigawrites · 1 year

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Hey siri, how to take care of an aura jelly blob?

Continuation of my series | part 1 | part 2

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Sumeru men edition

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios

Warnings : cursing, mentions of animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature, that looked nothing like anything from your world. So, you try to take care and somehow live with this sentient balloon.

You didn't know what had happened at all. You didn't know how and why you took home an intellectual blob with pretty colors. But, right now there is no time asking questions, as this flying circle thing has been squeaking for about 30 minutes, trying to explain you something. You came up with an idea in your mind, but for a moment thought it would be impossible. But, who knows? Maybe this creature actually has an intelligence and can write what they wanna say on a notebook?

Grabbing a empty notebook and a pencil from your workspace table, you open it and give the pencil to the creature. Shockingly, it holds it with tiny arms, and levitating themselves closer to the paper, they start to scribble something.

Wanderer ♥︎

"Filthy humanoid creature! I am the unnamed wanderer from teyvat! I know nothing about the surrounding environment around me. Tell me, where am I, so I can figure out a way to return to my homeland. And don't you dare to take advantage of my current state! I am powerful beyond your understanding, even if I'm not in my original form."

Okay, that's kinda freaky. Why is an aura balloon acting all supreme now?

When you read what he wrote, an "really?" expression set on your face. That's probably why he zapped you when you took him out of your bag.

As much as you know, there isn't a place called "teyvat" in any part of the globe. So, this thing is from another one. Great. You somehow bringed an alien into your house.

But at least, some of your questions were answered.

You found a bit funny that a floating circle with cat ears and tail was deliberately trying to boss around, though you didn't wanna get electrocuted again, so you simply followed whatever demands this alien thing could have.

Oh, his demands were BIG. No sleeping past 6 AM, doing intense research on the topic of multidimensional lapping, and long explanations about literally everything your world can offer you.

Well, you are glad that you don't have to feed him or watch after him.

That last part was a lie, as this seemingly harmless boss companion of yours was dangerously curious, and happened to cause trouble even if he was as soft as jelly.

Yeah, that time he wanted to see what type of clothes do your humans wear, he shaked that closet a little too much, as it almost fell on you.

You learned that he is surprisingly very strong after that, he even helped you put the heavy wood rectangle back in place.

Or that time you both were taking a walk in the forest, and he came too close to an aggressive tank with antlers, a 6 feet tall moose, making him react violently to you.

Gladly, the moose couldn't come any closer as your blue-purple friend somehow casted a heavy gust of wind, strong enough to push the animal away.

Your angry little jelly blob rushed to your side after that, afraid of you damaging yourself in any way. After scanning your face for any injuries and finding none, the cat blob made sure to not to stray away from you far.

Kaveh ♡

"Thank you, kind-hearted humanoid! I was so scared when I woke up in that place. Your rescue will be forever remembered by me. I am Kaveh, the architect of the sumeru city! It is an honour to be acquainted with such a peculiar creature like you! Please, help me find a way for me to get back to my planet."

First off, did he mention sumeru? The ancient city that existed centuries ago? Second off, did he call you peculiar? These balls be wildin

The warm-yellow bunny eared balloon floated around you excitedly, waiting for your response. You wanted to pet him and slap him into the void at the same time.

You got his vibe just right in your first interaction. The jelly ball acted all cute and adorable, but the clinginess of his made you progress on the aggression part in the cuteness-aggression feeling way more.

Seriously, this piss blob's ignoring of your personal space is on another level. The amount of times you had to shove him away from nuzzling all over your face and hair is overwhelming.

In his eyes, you are a majestic architectural masterpiece. He takes notes how your eyes and ears are on the same level, how your brows are exactly perfect centimeters away from your eyes. He loves your nose structure, he often stares at it to much, gaining a questioning look from you.

He is just like that with literally everything else in your apartment. He takes notes of the proportions of some objects, and in his seelie mind he finds ways to project your modern structures into his own.

Other than disturbing your piece he likes to look out the window, stare down at all of the other buildings and examine them with extreme focus.

Sometimes he even tries to make a sketch with his itty bitty hands, but fails miserably and comes crying to you, burying himself in your arms and making you pet his smooth body.

Al-haitam ♥︎

"I am Al-haitam, and I come from another world, as you probably already have guessed from our appearance differences. I thank you for taking me into a safe environment, may the archons bless your kind-soul. I ask you to fulfill my another wish, help me return back."

Who are archons? Are they some kind of deitys? Gods perhaps? You truly don't know.

His calm and reserved behavior matched his talking style. He kinda reminded you of the mystical tree, his colors and a leaf like antenna confirmed your statement further.

That's probably why you would burst out laughing whenever the green aura circle would act all smart, reading books and watching educational videos on youtube with you.

Though, after laughing your ass off, you would always think of his behavior as cute in a way. So much that you would have to hold your hands in place and resist the urge to just squeeze the life out of him.

Sometimes you couldn't hold it tough, and give in to your desires, smiling and giggling as you nuzzle this jello orb body of his.

Fighting back and eventually winning, he would aggressively bring your communication notebook and write down that your relationship is purely professional and you are disturbing his necessary research.

Making a ridicilously serious face and nodding repeatedly you would leave him alone for some time, only to come back again to lay on him and fight in the process.

Eventually he would just give up and go with the flow of your playfulness, seeing as he got exhausted of reading multiple books already.

And when you would get tired, you both would just lay there, napping peacefully as he nuzzles in your chest, listening to your heartbeat and think of how strange you are in his world perspective.

After waking up from a quick nap, he would poke you with his tiny arms and tug you to stand up to go to the library with him.

He really loved your libraries, the sight of your extremely detailed and textured bookshelfs and scriptures would make him scream like a fangirl on the inside.

He also liked your concentrated state, with your reading glasses on and gaze fixed on the letters. He would enjoy it even more when you would take notes of the subject, he's genuinely amazed of your handwriting.

Cyno ♥︎

"I am the general Mahamatra, Cyno. I thank you for saving me from the streets. I would be more than happy if you could get me back in my world, teyvat. Thanks in advance, or should I say, in later on."

What the hell was that. Was it... a joke? Okay, now is not the time to question what type of humor does this purple circle has.

Oh, but he's questioning you, looking at you with such a attentive gaze. Is he waiting for you to laugh?

Fulfilling his wishes, you chuckled from the amusement of not getting the joke at all. The blob didn't care though, as he simply jiggled in his place, proud of himself.

From that moment you discovered that this alien orb is a terrible jokester, as he would literally pull you from whatever you were doing to just check his new made ones.

And everytime you couldn't help but laugh histerically at his antics, because you wouldn't get the premise at all. All of his jokes never made sense, but were the most hilarious thing you laughed at in a while.

And he would always jiggle with pride after you laughed, bro really thought he gained a fan of his jokes💀.

One day you thought about showing him your world's perspective of humor, as you sat him up on the couch and turned on the tv with popular comedy shows.

Safe to say he would repeatedly jump from his seat, and roll on the couch from side to side, as his purple anubis ears would jiggle uncontrollably.

You took it as a sign of him liking it, and soon enough you both had a routine of watching comedy shows and gasp from laughing.

At first you thought he was just a happy go lucky guy, not realizing he can be sort of a guard dog.

Really, you only saw him being serious when he sensed something and flew to it's direction, only for it to be a racoon that he scared away with mini thunder.

Now you got why he was such a bright color of purple. Not gonna lie, you were a little scared to hold him after that, afraid he'll electrocute the shit out of you😰.

But it never happened, so you guess he's only friendly to you? Honestly, you felt kinda honored to have this status.

Tighnari ♡

"Greetings, suspectable another species of humankind. I am Tighnari, the forest ranger of the sumeru region. It is a pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world. Though, I would appreciate it if you could help me return back to sumeru. I still have a ton of things to do back there, so please, make sure to fulfill my request."

Is he some type of a scientist? "A pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world" yeah, my ass.

And he was an ass. Pain in the ass, to be exact.

He wouldn't leave you alone, wherever you would go or whenever time it was. He was always around you, floating and examining your features.

He just can't help himself, you look so strange! And everything around you looks so strange. He just has to know atleast something about the place he is in right now, what type of setting it is, how does it work, and yada yada yada...

That's what lead you to the situation you are in now, as he peeked out of your hoodie pocket, staring at all the contests of the supermarket you were in.

Even if you had told him already a thousand times that he can't go with you because he doesn't look like everybody else, he didn't listen and sneaked inside your clothes, successfully getting out of the house with you.

You desperately tried to cover his enormous ears with your hands, stuffing him further inside the pocket only for him to pop out from the other side. What a nosy aura blob.

It would get even worse when he would fly out to scan some object like salty pickles, thinking of it as peculiar, when in reality the only thing that's peculiar was him.

He would closely watch whenever you would put something in the cart, taking notes on how you hold the product and how you place it inside the metal structure.

He especially got very freaky about your world's greenery, demanding you to go out with him into a park, a nearby forest or literally anywhere where there is some type of plants.

You instead decided to take him into a local botanical garden, and when I say he went crazy, he went crazy.

Stopping every 3 minutes to find a new plant and examine it for about 20 minutes you and him spent the whole day in that garden.

He would poke your shoulder to it being numb, asking you to explain or tell what kind of plant it is, where does it grow, how does it grow, can we take it home, all that nerdy shit.

You did end up taking some small house plants afterwards, due to his unstoppable crying and squeaking, like a child wanting their parent to buy candy in the store.

He then made sure to always bug you to take care of the plant, saying that he is "incapable" of doing so himself. What a troublesome circle.

Oof, this ones LONG. And I'm proud of it😜. Genuinely hope you enjoy this, cuz I spent an eternity writing this😭.

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