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evie-sturns · 3 months

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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

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mouschiwrites · 8 months

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Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)

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

Tim/Masky

Hear me out... corn maze

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eyeless Jack

This man LOVES carving pumpkins

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

He'll love it if you help him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff the Killer

Another pumpkin carving enjoyer

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

He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins

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

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

It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work

He just gets this look in his eye...

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

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

Nina the Killer

You best bet she's the costume queen

Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes

She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You guys dominate costume competitions

Jane the Killer

Horror movies!!

Specifically, making fun of them

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

No horror film is safe from your scrutiny

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

"Ooh, I can't look!"

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

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

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

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

Ticci Toby

Halloween sweets are his bread and butter

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

He would perish if you made anything homemade for him

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

He will not share with anyone but you

And even you only get a small portion of his goodies

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

"Where did you get all that candy?"

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

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

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

(divider by saradika)

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cosmicanemoia · 5 months

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Nobody Like You

Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 1 (Settled Down)

SUMMARY

Just as much as you bounce from woman to woman; you also bounce from city to city. All of that will change once you meet the love of your life; Larissa Weems.

You are not one for monogamy. Even if you were in a serious relationship with someone; that relationship would be an open one.

They could not hate you for turning your head, or stopping at your tracks at the sight of a gorgeous woman. They could see the hunger in your eyes, and no matter how much they feed you; it still wouldn't be enough to sate you.

Women and men throw themselves at you. Though you prefer the former, and you're disgusted when the latter makes a move on you.

Women would feel honoured if you gave them the right to be called to be your girlfriend even if you're not exclusive. Sometimes, you feel that they only want you cause they think they can tie you down. You don't have a problem with that, but you don't feel that they should tie you down.

But you are easily bored. You treat your former girlfriends right, and they know you're not the type to be tied down. Still, you couldn't keep the same girlfriend for two months at least, and three months at most. At first they would say they're okay with you sleeping with someone else but after more than a month they would ask you to stop sleeping with somebody else, you would give it a try, but you also could not take it any longer cause you feel suffocated, and in the end you'll decide to just break up with them.

It's obvious to everyone that you can't be tamed. Maybe the women see you as a challenge to be conquered, maybe they could be the one who can tame you.

Just as much as you bounce from woman to woman; you also bounce from city to city.

All of that will change once you meet the love of your life; Larissa Weems.

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Larissa is married to her work. But if someone came along and make her swoon, she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of marrying them. As much as she loves her school and her students; it is one of the main source of her stress.

She could handle it all by her lone some for sure... but it would be nice if someone would be there to take care of her and give her some relief. She's in a pattern she's grown used of, but it's fine with her because these patterns give her some sense of comfort.

She got everything she ever wanted and more, but one thing is for certain... she's lonely.

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You went to Jericho to "get away from it all." And for that much needed change of scenery. You have heard that there aren't many people there and that it's a quiet town. When you got there it is indeed quiet and not over populated; it's just what you needed-- for now.

Though the people kind of creep you out, and you also get the vibe that you aren't welcome there, so you contemplated on whether you'll stay or go to another place.

You were there for almost a week now and you went to your usual spot at the weathervane. You ordered your usual hot chocolate and sat at your usual booth, but the barista ask you if you could sit somewhere else saying that some regular costumer always sits there every Tuesday. You shrug the barista off and get comfortable at your seat as you said with a smile "I'm sure they won't mind."

After a few minutes, a woman sat next to you; you almost spat your hot choco out at the sight of her, and you thank the gods that you didn't.

On the other hand, Larissa was lost in her own thoughts. She didn't even notice someone else sitting there.

"You don't mind me sitting here right?" Larissa was broken out of her trance by the sound of your voice, and she thought to herself 'what a gentle and caring voice you have.'

When she saw you smiling at her she's instantly drawn towards you. She didn't even register what you just said but she replied "yes." She gives you the most precious smile you've ever seen, so you smile in turn and she thought the same.

You turn your head to the barista and shouted to them "see... the gorgeous woman doesn't mind." You then proceeded to give Larissa a flirtatious wink.

Larissa feels herself heat up and blush by your innuendos. You smile at yourself feeling proud of your accomplishment.

You plan on flattering Larissa some more, but it was interrupted by a plan you've already forgotten just by looking at her.

A woman approached you and said "Y/N, right?" You nodded at her to confirm. She gave you a moment to reply, and when you didn't she typed something on her phone, and yours pinged when she finished. You read the message and your eyes widen at the realisation. You have a date with this woman. "Lin." You said and she replied with a simple "yes."

You gathered your things and stood up. You signaled Lin to lead the way, and when she turned her back- you lean down on Larissa's ear to say "I hope we had more time, but see you when I see you miss beautiful." You gave her another wink and add a flying kiss as you walk away from her.

You try to focus on the pretty woman infront of you but your mind keeps drifting back to that even prettier woman at the café. If you knew her name; it would be what you were screaming or moaning instead of Lin's.

Now-- everytime you lay with someone; her face pops up in your head, and no matter how hard you close your eyes it can't be helped. When the others speak up and you open your eyes, then you would get disappointed that it is not her underneath you. It's so wrong and so cruel to others but they don't know and nobody's getting hurt, so you continue.

Another Tuesday comes, and you eagerly wait for her at your usual booth. And at last, you meet again...

"Hey, miss gorgeous, it is so nice to see you again." You said while you devour her with your eyes.

"Hey stranger, you miss me?" She asked as she gulped at the sight of you.

You chuckled at her question and replied "Oh, I very much did. Ever since I laid my eyes on you you're all I could think about. I longed for the moment I would see you again." You put your hands at the table, and you lean towards her to admire her beauty more closer.

"I'm Y/N by the way." You held your hand out for her to shake, and that she did "Larissa Weems. Pleasure to meet you darling." She said as she held your hand.

"Larissa..." you remarked and smirked as you bring her knuckles to your lips to kiss them. "Ms. Weems the pleasure is all mine." You said as you caress her knuckles with your thumb.

Larissa can't help but be flattered by your declaration matching your actions. She have never met someone so confident and she never have someone who treats her as kindly as you. She thought to herself 'she's a woman, but she's also such a gentleman.'

The teachers at nevermore sees the glow and the change in Larissa's demeanor. Even the students teased her, and even question her for being kinder and softer than usual. She didn't know why... until it hit her like a lightning from above.

Almost everybody she's close with mention to her or pester her about being in love.

'But to whom could I possibly fell in love with?' Larissa found herself asking the same question from time to time.

She was in her way to weathervane on a late Sunday night even if she has an early start tomorrow. She had overheard from the baristas that you stay as late as you can every Sunday. She doesn't even know why, but she miss you so badly, and would love to really see you or talk to you.

She thought she didn't catch you when she went into the café when she couldn't see you there. You were just relieving yourself and she's relieved in turn when she saw you walk out the rest room.

Your back is turned from Larissa so she made her way to you. As she got closer she put a hand on your shoulder.

You turn to face the person who puts their hand on your shoulder, and your eyes widen as you see Larissa. You were shocked, but glad nonetheless. "Larissa! --what are you doing here? Don't you have an early morning? Are you okay?" You bombarded her with questions. Larissa opened her mouth to reply, but before she could answer, you were already dragging her out of the café and you continued to hold her hand as you walked to your apartment.

You can tell Larissa is bothered by something so you decided to soothe her in anyway you can. "Have you eaten? Do you want anything? Some tea, or wine maybe? How can I help you?"

Larissa wondered how she got in your apartment. She didn't remember walking to get here, but she does remember the warmth of your hand holding hers. She suddenly remembered that you asked a question so she answered "uh-- yes..." you just gave her a warm smile, and prepared everything you just offered. This routine became usual.

Wednesday morning Larissa decided to get breakfast at the weathervane; hoping to see you there.

When she got there you were sitting at your usual booth talking to some woman, so she quickly took her place beside you and greet you. She doesn't care if she seems rude... 'who is this woman she's talking with?' is playing in her head as she display one of her most charming smile at you.

"Y/N darling." Larissa greeted you with a wide grin plastered on her face, and you just replied with a "Hey." She moves closer to you and you look at her with confusion written on your face.

"I had a good time last time, is there any chance we could do it again soon?" The woman asked and you quickly replied "I don't think so. I told you it was just a one time thing--"

Larissa butted in "what are you two talking about?" You try to form an answer but you can't, so the other woman asks Larissa a question "Are you Y/N's mother?"

Larissa scoffed, "what?" The other woman growled, "well in that case we were talking about sex." Larissa just nodded and asked "how old are you?" the woman answered "22."

Larissa looked at you with dismay, rage, and something else that you can't quite put a pin on. "Y/N, she's basically a child." She sneered and you could only sigh in response as you shook your head from side to side. The other woman huffed and sneered back "how old do you think she is? She might actually be the same age as me."

Larissa's eyes widen and she remark "what!?"

With that you decided to wave the other woman goodbye, and ask her politely to leave you and Larissa alone.

You laugh nervously as Larissa glared at you, "is it true-- that you're as young as her?"

You look at her with puppy eyes and reply "I'm not as old as her... I'm atleast a year or two older. I met her before you."

Larissa sighs in defeat, "I can't believe it. From all the people I could possibly b---" you watch her intently waiting for her to finish her thoughts. But before Larissa confessed she's inlove with you she stopped herself, and she looked back to all the things she did just so she could get a glimpse of you, hear your voice, make you smile or laugh, and everything in between. She just realised herself that she is infact inlove with you.

You clear your throat and it pulled her out of her reverie, and you asked her "what? From all the people you could possibly what?"

'I'm inlove with you' Larissa almost blurted out. But she just shrug you off and said as she inhaled deeply "Nothing. Never mind."

You both have such amazing time together. She spend the night at your place. Till it get to the point where you were cuddling each other 'til you sleep.

If someone told you that you would spend a night with a very gorgeous and hot woman in your bed and sleep with them, but not have sex with them; you would laugh your ass off, and think that it is such a clever joke. But here you are cuddling Larissa as she sleeps. You're definitely inlove with her, and the thought that she might be inlove with you sends you into a deep and peaceful slumber.

The morning rays that escaped the curtains hits your eyes, and it wakes you from your slumber. When you open your eyes you see Larissa watching you passionately and lovingly- making your lips break into a smile, "How long have you been watching me sleep babe?"

She chuckles at your question and asked, "you sleep alright darling?"

You quickly replied, "the best I had in such a long time, and it's only because you were beside me baby." You cupped her cheeks and you move closer to kiss her...When you pulled away from the kiss it dawned on you that you just can't do that "I --uh... sorry; I should not hav---" you try to apologise but Larissa quickly shuts you up with her tongue on yours. When she pulled away you sighed contentedly.

"I could get used to waking up like this every morning." You quipped and she laughed at you. You muffled her laugh with your tongue on hers as you climb on top of her, "I'm serious."

Larissa hummed at your mouth as your hands began to wander, and trace every curves in her body. Then your alarm sounds waking Larissa up from her delicious dream.

When she open her eyes everything is still blurry, so she moved to scratch her eyes, then she realised she's laying on top of someone. Her tall figure is hiding your whole body and only half of your face can be seen. She panicked and thought that she might be suffocating you, so she try to move away to let you breathe.

You felt her pulling away so you pull her closer, and you wrap your arms around her tightly. "Don't go yet-- you're so warm and cozy... I don't wanna get up yet." You declared groggily. She gulped and inhaled deeply, but she instantly relaxes in your touch and in your embrace that it made her fall asleep again. She'll worry about that dream later.

Your next alarm woke Larissa up, and she realises that you weren't underneath or beside her anymore. When she lifted her head up to look for you; the smell of pancakes envelops her nose-- it puts a smile on her face and it warms her heart.

"Pancakes huh--" Larissa said and you turn to face her. "Pancakes, bacon, and eggs; I'm not the best cook so don't expect something as extravagant as you my lady." You replied and she lowered her head as she chuckles to try to hide her blush. 'Heavens... I'm so inlove with this girl--' Larissa thought to herself.

You were chatting with Larissa at your usual booth at the weathervane and when someone asks you out you told them you were dating exclusively.

"I didn't know you were dating someone." Larissa told you after the other woman left. You just smiled and chuckled at her. Then there's an awkward silence.

"So... who's this lucky girl you're dating?" She asked and you look at her to get a read on her expression- she was kind of beaming with excitement, but also kind of pissed off, but you thought she was just being silly, so you play along.

You chuckled, "oh-- you know her... you see her everyday." You smirked at her.

"That is rather unfair-- I see a lot of women everyday... why can't you just tell me?" Larissa declared.

You grinned widely, amused by her query, which you thought was her matching your humor that she thinks is you being serious...

After a few minutes, Larissa thought to herself and she began to speak, "is it Dr. Kinbott?"

You're confused by her statement, "what about her?" You inquired.

She quickly replied, "the one you're dating... is it her?"

You scoffed and chuckled, but it quickly faded when you saw her face, her eyes laced with something serious and something you can't put a name on. You furrowed your brows and moved your body closer to her. "Are you serious?" You asked Larissa, and she just shook her head, "yes," in response.

"I'm not dating her. You have to stop now, I don't like where this is going." You declared. She replied "Stop what?"

She's oblivious-- You're oblivious... surely chaos ensues.

"This silly joke." You stated.

"I haven't got a clue what you're on about." Larissa shrugs, and you bit your lower lip in frustration as you exhale through your nose.

You commanded her to look at you and that she did. "I thought we're dating this whole time." You declared, and Larissa just looks at you completely still, "what?" Was all she could mutter.

"Well I made it clear that I really like you, and I thought you like me back. Also, we've been spending a lot of time together in a lot of different places. You are my everything... Hell --we've been sleeping together; not in the way I've been wanting to... but still-"

Larissa was left speechless by your declaration.

After a moment, you speak again, "Turns out I was being delusional, and it only became clear to me that you don't feel the same." You release a breath you didn't know you were holding, and you wipe the tears you didn't know we're falling.

You begin to stand up to walk away and mope, but you were stopped by soft and slender hands gripping on your wrists for dear life.

"I wasn't sure you like me back, and I thought you were just being kind." She inhaled deeply, and after she exhaled, she said, "you are not delusional. I was just blind... I do feel the same about you, my darling. You are everything I never thought I needed, and more."

The tears of sorrow that you've been having are now the tears of joy brought by Larissa's confession and your feelings being acknowledged and reciprocated.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #x reader #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #larissa weems x original female character #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems x female reader

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queercoshon · 5 months

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So this next story I'll be posting in 2 parts. The second part will definitely be racier. Based very loosely on a prompt given by @bigtobiggest Sorry if it's not exactly what you were looking for! The story ran away from me lol.

Without further ado, I present

A Kept Play Thing Pt. 1

CW: teasing/name calling, intox

Life has been a blur since you moved in with your girlfriend. It had been at least a few months, but less than a year of living with Olivia. However, you aren't exactly sure how much time has passed.

You remember moving in. You remember feeling exhausted hauling all those boxes in, and your girlfriend telling you to sit and rest. You remember Olivia giggling, but still concerned, as you huffed and puffed, trying to help lift the new couch up the few front steps. You remember feeling like your little pot belly was getting in the way. You remember finally collapsing on the couch and the celebration that followed.

Everything was moved in, but not unboxed and certainly not organized. Olivia had lived in the house for a few years already, so there were kitchen utensils, but she claimed exhaustion as well and put in an order to your favourite pizza place.

While waiting for it to arrive, she grabbed a box of craft ciders from the fridge and plopped them on the floor between you. She handed you a cherry one, which you chugged back gratefully. God, you were thirsty after all that exercise. You let out a belch, and she smirked and patted your belly, shaking loose a few more burps. She handed you another can while she went and got your housewarming present; a brand new gorgeous bong. It was different shades of blue and looked almost like stained glass. By the time she had ground the flower and held it to your mouth, the second cider was gone.

A few bong rips and you were soaring, and so hungry. By the time the pizza arrived, you'd consumed half a bag of oreos and another 2 ciders to deal with your cottonmouth.

Olivia handed you your large pizza and kissed your forehead, making you blink your eyes and smile dumbly.

"Eat up, baby. You're starving."

And you were. So you dove in, swallowing so fast and chewing so little Oliva was afraid you would choke. She kept interrupting your hoovering with the bong and endless cider sips, which you accepted every time.

She finished her personal sized pizza as you got lost in a haze, freely hiccupping, burping, and letting out little moans. Her hands fondled your belly, now sticking out of your shirt entirely.

You both knew the other person was very into this. Part of moving in together was influenced by your desire to let go, and your girlfriend's desire to blow someone up into an obese play thing. She already loved the contrast of your plush, curvy body, now just a little too big for size L clothing, up against her lithe and visibly muscular physique. She held the last piece of your pizza to your mouth, desperately eager to make you so much bigger.

You don't remember anything else from that night. You don't remember much of anything since then, really. Day blends into night and back into day for you. You wake at random times. Sometimes Olivia is home, sometimes she's not. There is always food for you, and always paired with booze and weed.

If Olivia's home, she helps you gorge by feeding you when you lose momentum, holding your chin up to take another swig when your head starts to lull, lighting your bong and countless joints, and rubbing your expanding gut to make some room and ease the ache. She makes sure your mouth is never idle. Often, you'll pass out in a drunken food coma mid-chew.

If she's out, either at work, the gym, out with friends, or shopping, she's set the expectation that everything she set out better be gone when she gets back.

You'll often crack open your eyes, and belch as you try to roll over, still drunk and/or high. But that won't stop you from reaching over to the night table and popping the tab on a beer or chugging back whatever mixed drink Olivia left for you. Your head spins as you light a joint, and even though you're still stuffed from when you previously passed out, you salivate as you look at the push cart beside you.

You're not sure, but you think the amount of food on it is growing. When you started this, she would leave enough food for 2 people plus leftovers, like an extra large pizza or stack of pancakes with bacon and sausage on the side. You would of course do as you were told and devour everything, rendering you speechless and breathless, temporarily beached in your bed or on the couch.

As the amount on the tray grew, so did you, though you were barely aware of it. You knew you were gaining weight, but you didn't register just how much and how quickly it happened. Your pot belly grew into a rounded gut, always taking up real estate on your thickened thighs. Your arms fattened up and stretched all your sleeves. Your chin quickly grew into three that shook and jiggled with every bite. Your chest sat on top of your belly, little mounds of sensitive flesh Olivia loved to play with to get you riled up. You wore just your underwear, or constantly new sweatpants and t-shirts. Olivia never sized up any of your jeans or nicer clothes. You never left the house so there was no point.

#queer feedism #intox kink #feedism story #stuffed fatty #intox feedee #intox wg #stuffing literature #feedee feeder #feedist #stoned stuffing #stoned feedee #make me huge #wg fiction

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waywardwizzard · 5 months

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Hi there :D

7, 13 and 28 for the "not from the US" ask game? if you don't mind, naturally <3

Hiii, thanks for the ask <3

And sorry it took me so long to answer🙈

7.) Three words from your native language you love the most.

At first I was like, this question is going to be so easy. But when I started answering it, I was like... shit. This is HARD. Because, the thing is where I'm from, you grow up borrowing words from the other 10+ languages sprinkled through out the country and after a while you forget which are actually part of your language. So, I'm going to cheat a little bit. I'm going to do 3 in my Native language (Afrikaans) and 3 that I love using that aren't part of it. So, in no particular order i present to you:

Native language (Afrikaans):

• Sonbesie. Literally/directly translates to sun beetle. I don't know why but I love this word so much.

• Spookasem. Directly translates to ghostbreath. It actually means candyfloss though. I love how it sounds so spooky in Afrikaans but it sounds so... cute in English.

• Nou-nou. It's Afrikaans for now-now. Why I love this word so much is that it doesn't necessarily mean now, it could be any time from between 5 minutes to a year. You don't know how long nou-nou is. You'll find out. Eventually.

Other languages:

• Thula. It means 'be quiet'. There's a lullaby called 'thula baba' that I grew up hearing and thula's been one of my favorite words ever since.

• Tokoloshe. A Tokoloshe is a dwarf-like water spirit that is mischievous/evil. I love the sh and t sounds of the word.

• Shongololo. In plain English, a millipede. I love the sound and look of the word. It looks like a shongololo.

13.) Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

▪︎Kakelaars, a type of bird with a long tail and a red beak, (it's less commonly know as a green wood hoopoe in the part of the country where I'm from) are said to call the rain when they cackle. So far, the kakelaars that live in the trees across from us has never been wrong.

▪︎ Just before you enter Schoemanskloof, you'll see a statue that's probably painted in one way or another. That isn't a statue. That's a rock. And his name is Old Joe.

So far, Old Joe has been painted to look like a cat, the Virgin Mary, a soccer player and a Christmas minion to name a few. Most of the art work is done by an artist known as Ghost and every few months he'll give Old Joe a new appearance. It's almost become something of a tradition.

Also! It's believed that if you honk/wave at Old Joe as you drive by you'll have a safe journey through the gorge.

(If anyone wants to hear more about Old Joe/ see pictures please feel free to ask!)

▪︎ The clouds that can regularly be seen floating over Devil's Peak and Table Mountain aren't just clouds according to a local legend. They are actually clouds of smoke drifting across the peak/mountains due to a smoking match going on between a sea captain and the Devil up on the peak (it's also how Devil's Peak got its name.)

(If you want to hear more, let me know! I'm kind of embarrassingly into South African myths, legends and superstitions. It's a new obsession tbh😅)

There's a lot more but I don't want to bore anyone so I'm just going to stop here😂

28.) Does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? Do you have favorites?

We do! More dams than lakes but we have both. Oceans and forests too! My favorite? The mountains (and the forests, they're usually together.) Especially the Drakensberg mountains. They. Are. Beautiful. They also have cave art that is several thousands of years old. The hiking trails are also fun, especially when you reach the top, or find a hidden away river. Ohh, and ziplining! I love the actual ziplining and the hike back to the top. And the picturesque-ness of it all...

Yep, definitely the mountains.

Thank you so much for the ask <3

(If there are anymore questions, please ask, I love asks)

And because I took so long, here'a picture of Old Joe as a speed cop (credit goes to the og photographer) -

#asks #answers #asks and answers #way answers #south africa #myths and legends

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lavender-at-heart · 1 year

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Tears of Rain-Ch.I

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem!oc

Chapter Summary: meet the birthday girl

Series masterlist:

Warnings: talks of depression.

Notes: this whole series will be inspired by The Virgin Suicides, Im not ok with this, Coraline and Twilight. Sort of melancholic good old fashioned novella. Also this is a oc story but she won't be described a lot especially in these early chapters so u can sorta read it as x reader if you'd prefer it.

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Today is my birthday.

The saddest and happiest day of every girl's year. I dont really want to think about that right now though. I can hear a crow cawing from outside my window as my mind stirs awake. Staring back at my yellowing ceiling I breathe silently for a few minutes before pushing up and put of bed. The old oak floors creak with life as I pad my way to the bathroom. I wash my face with ice cold water and rub my eyes of sleep. The reflection that stares back at me is dusty and dull. I don't really recognize it as myself, I know it's me but it seems to be faded, blurred.

I can hear my sister shuffling around downstairs clammering pots and pans together. I brush out my hair and don't do much else to my appearance, I doubt I'd have enough energy to do anything more.

I take the extremely short trip from my loft, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Oh close your eyes!" She shouts and covers the plate she prepared with her hands; she guards it as if it's the lost city of Atlantis. I press my hand to my eyes and I hear more shuffling and the the click of a lighter. She then pushes me into the bar stool at the small kitchen island. "OK, open."

In front of me was a stack of five huge pancakes. There were small flowers on the top that had been messily made with butter,whipped cream and frosting. In the centre was a bright pink candle and beside the plate was a tall glass of milk.

"Oh... you shouldn't have. Thank you." I smile as much as I can and give her a hug. We then gorge on our pancakes.

"I hope you know I didn't just make you pancakes, I got you something else but you'll just have to wait!" She tells me with the kind of happiness one can only get from being an older sister. "Also I hate to say It but I have to go into town today, but we can hang out later. Promise."

"Sure"

She kisses me on the forehead and just like that I hear the door click and I am alone. I go upstairs and change into a simple white dress, it's smooth and could also double as a nightgown if you were a fancy old lady. As I sit at my vanity I can't help but melt into a puddle of tears. I should be happy today. I want to be happy today. A million different movie scenes of girls blowing out candles with their friends and eating cake play like a slow projection in my brain. I lift my head from where it laid in my arms and look at the photos that I had tapped to the mirror. One of my mother on her honeymoon, she looks ethereal. Another of me, my sister, and my father, it is from two birthdays ago. I have gotten used to not having a mother for my birthdays but this is only the seccond one without a father. I decide that today I will try, try and be happy.

After a downpour of sobs I remember that it is not the weekend and I have work to do. So I wipe my tears and slowly meander out the door and onto the little path that leads from our cottage to the main property. Before heading out I grabbed my gardening tools and a basket. It takes an forty-five minutes to even get into town so I know I have a healthy amount of time to work before my sister gets back. I don't mind the work, it distracts me. I trim the weeds in the garden, clean dirt off the statues, water the plants and forage some mushrooms to take home.

Usually I would stay away from the house unless I had work to do inside but missus Foster, the previous owner, died a few months ago and now it lies empty. It's up for sale and so it's up to me and Sally to get it looking nicer than ever. Today I find myself pushing one of the side doors open and begin my wander through the mansion.

I love the house, most people find it creepy what with all the old furniture and long history. I find it comforting, it feels alive. I just hope that whoever buys it doesn't immediately bulldoze the property and send me and Sally packing. After everything we've lost, this house is the only thing that has stayed perfectly still. I climb the long carpeted stairs that stand elegantly in the foyer. I walk through long corridors while humming a sad sort of tune. I don't know what song it is, but it suddenly popped in my head. I stop at a dark red door and turn the metal handle. Inside is Mrs.Foster and Mr.Foster's old bedroom. In it is a grand four poster bed with burgundy duvets and a shiny gold chandelier hangs above. I gravitate towards the old trunk, in it lies what I'm looking for. I open the brass clasps and shield my face away from the smell of dust that exudes from the chest. I dig my hands through tissue paper, clothing, boxes and bags. I dig to the very bottom and strain my fingers to grasp something smooth and rounded. I pull out a old jewlery tin, it's made of blue velvet and sprinkled on it are metal and diamond stars, with one large star on the top. I open it and am met with more blue velvet and a old silver locket. It's small but bigger and heavier than most lockets and the chain is delicate but long. I slowly lift the cold metal up and carefully observe it. It is oval and has a swirled pattern around it with a old looking cross in the centre; the colouration is not as shinny as it once was, after all it is over 200 years old. The clasp takes some force to open and I try my best to be careful. Inside on one of the two pannels is a painted portrait of an eye.

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"Mrs.foster what's this?" My tiny hands grasp the tin and bobble over to missus Foster at her desk.

"Oh that? Now come here missy and I'll tell you" her soft aged hands lift me up and place me on her lap. She opens the tin and takes out the locket, opens the the locket. I "ooo" at the sight: a single emerald eye encompassed by pale skin and a raven eyebrow. "This is the first Mrs.Foster, her name was Amelia and she's the one the built this house." She spoke as if she was a mythical legend, and I was surprised to find that the late Mr.Foster looked exactly like (at least their eyes) the old Mrs.Foster.

"But why her eye only?" It was a bizarre idea to me, to only paint ones eye and not the whole face. "Its a lovers eye dear. Couples would have a painting made of eachothers eyes and wear them as brooches to signify that their were in a relationship."

"Oh how romantic! I want one when I fall in love. And Mrs.Foster has such a pretty eye, I wish mine was like that."

Mrs.Foster chuckles and smoothes a hand over my hair. "Tell you what, when your older you can have this locket and Amelia's eye. Only When your older."

"How much older?" I ask with a pout.

"Not much older" she reassured

To me, not much older meant a few weeks and definitely not years.

I gleefully jump and excitedly dream of the day she would give it to me.

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Looking now at the eye, it hasn't changed one bit. At this point I have completely given up on the idea of ever finding someone to have a Lovers Eye with but I'm contempt enough with having Mr.Foster's. Her eye will guide me, like a compass I think. I clasp the chain around my neck and let it dangle on my chest. I close the locket as to not damage the painting.

I hum my way back home and begin making a soup from the mushrooms I picked. Don't worry- I know their not poisonous; when I was little my favorite things were mushrooms. My father bought me a whole encyclopedia on them. After making the soup I eat it in silence, wash up and make sure there are leftovers for Sally. I climb the steps to my room, and plumet onto my mattress. I sink into it and pull the covers over my eye. I lie there and lie there and lie there. It must have been at least an hour.

"Hey! I'm home!" The door shuts and I wince at the thought of having to get up.

"I got strawberries, bread, candles and soap...oh and socks and lip balm!" She shouts. After not hearing a reply she bounds up the stairs and comes to kneel beside me.

"Oh honey, are you not feeling well?" She asks and I'm not quite sure if she means physically or mentally.

"I'm fine" I hush out. She then climbs into bed and gives me a hug.

"I know birthdays are hard, they are for me too, let's not spend yours moping about." She clings to me tight and I don't react.

"Besidessssss, I got your favorite dinner." That makes me smile a little.

"OK fine. But only becuase your so nice."

Before she can jump her way back downstairs she stops.

"Hey! Is that the locket?"

"Sure is." I touch my fingers to it and hold it up so she can have a look.

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I'm not as happy as I should be but my gloom seems to have dissipated slightly. As if the downcast of grief has stopped to a drizzle. We sit on the brown leather couch downstairs next to the old wood burning furnace and eat our dinner. Beautifully handmade kaiserschmarrn, the way my grandmother made. It's warm and comforting and acts as a dinner and desert. On the TV plays our favorite movie: the 1954 classic Sabrina starring Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. That film always made me feel special. I always felt a kinship to Sabrina, like her and I were on the outside sitting up in our tree watching the rest of the world be lovley. Sally sits right next to me: pigtails tie her shoulder length hair back and her feet are propped up on the coffee table. She yawns and leans her head in the crook my neck. At one point she gets up to put the dishes away and comes back with a small lavender colored bag.

"Happy birthday!" She says as she skips over to me and rejoins me on the couch. I take it from her, pull away the small blotch of tissue paper and take out the present. It's a cardboard rectangle and attached and six gorgeous hair clips. They are made of metal and are the kind that I've seen in antique shops. On each of them is a beautiful sparkly metal butterfly and on some of them were thin strings of crystals fastened to the point where the butterfly meets the clip. There were two of each colour: lavender purple, sunset orange and sage green.

"Thank you. Really, they're beautiful. I love them." I awed and pressed my palm to my heart.

"I saw them in the market and thought of you. I know it isn't much though."

"Its more than enough. I'll wear them every day."

We kept talking for a little longer but I started to feel the haziness seep back into my psyche. We say our goodnights and I make my way upstairs. I change from my nightgown-like dress and into my real nightgown, it's cotton and somehow even less detailed than the previous dress. I put the locket back in the tin, which I have placed on my bedside table. In the bathroom ajacent to my bed, I wash my face and brush out my hair with my boar bristle brush. I stare back at my tooth brush and contemplat whether or not I have the will to brush my teeth. I decide to, becuase it is my birthday after all. With that thought I grab the metal tin of Nivea cream from under the sink and aply it to my skin liberally. I sigh and turn on the turn table on the desk next to the bathroom door. The record playing is Al Bowly's Greatest Hits, it comforts me in the night. Crawling into bed I flick on the stained glass lamp that hangs directly above my bed. I shut my eyes but my thoughts are too rampant to rest. Tomorrow it won't be my birthday and life will stay the same. I wish I could have had a party, but how would I? The two close friends I do have are studying abroad, I write them letters from time to time. And I haven't been close to my extended family for a couple of years- since the funeral. Eventually the mix of crickets and the gentle hum of "Midnight the Stars and You" lull me to rest and I dream of nothing but white doves and sparkly butterflies.

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Thank you for reading! I really do appreciate it. I was thinking of making a tag list for this series but I'm not sure if anyone would want to be on it so comment or dm if you would want to be on it.

Take care of yourself!

Love, Cece

#fanfiction #oc #josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x oc #greta van fleet #the virgin suicides #twilight #oc story #romance #cottagecore

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nighttimescribbles · 2 years

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hii scribs !! that's so sad omg i hope you'll be able to get your hands in fresh blueberries soon but then again those blueberry muffins deserve to be indulged in because i guarantee you'll be making them with love as i do every time i make them :') but omg lemon poppyseed !! i've been looking for a good lemon flavoured dessert to make for so long, i think it's been my favourite ever since i made myself a lemon cake for my birthday back in 2020 :) if you have it on hand i'd love to save the recipe to make on my birthday this year. though, i've also been eyeing these earl grey tea with lavender buttercream frosting as well 🤭

it's not that bad if an allergy thankfully :) it just stems from my hayfever so most fruits/veggies/edible plants make me super itchy. i'll give it another try another day, because i have good days and bad days so hopefully yhe next time will be a good day 🤭

also that pasta looks so good !! i'll give it a try next time i cook dinner for the family along with your altercations ahh but i'm sorry you're not able to have instant ramen anymore 😭 just know that i'll be recipe testing homemade instant ramen so you can fall back into bad good habits.

also that's such a lovely story behind russian being the language you hope to be fluent in. and i totally understand the feeling of nostalgia you get from it. that's me with cantonese amazingly enough. apparently when i was a few months old my parents and i lived in hong kong for a few months and the security guard of our apartment, an elderly but really nice man, would coo at me every morning whenever either of my parents came down with me strapped to their chests. it's a story i love hearing very much. anywho if you're interested in learning it i hope you're able to learn the basics and having it stick with you. i think it's easier if you have the dedication and motivation to learn the said language ☺️

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🍬 nonnie! gosh, i hope so too! blueberries are hard to come by bec i live in the tropics and try to buy local as much as possible. locally cultivated blueberries (from the cooler, mountainous areas) do become available but for some reason, not right now. maybe because we've just come from summer? idk, but i hope we get a supply soon because I WANNA MAKE THOSE MUFFINS! *violently rattles bars of cage*

i made lemon poppyseed muffins today! i was so excited to show you but they did not turn out as i liked :C i'm not sure if it's because the batter was too thick or if my attempts at achieving the muffin top by the initial high heat baking contributed to the less-than-satisfactory crumb (otherwise, it tasted decently good!). the recipe said it's supposed to be like a cross between cake and muffin. i'll try it again. you'll know if i succeed because i will be insufferable about it on here 😂

alternatively, i made beef stew and it came out pretty well! lemme offer you a pic of that instead -

this one was made without red wine and was comforting enough for a rainy day (still raining here! yippee!) but i think i want to try again when my chianti arrives just to see what the fuss is over a pot of classic beef stew!

as far as Bubba is concerned, though, beef stew is beef stew. here he is in his pluto sweater, presenting The Nose to the camera to get closer to the beefy bait 😆

earl grey and lavender sounds absolutey delish! lavender anything is also on my to-bake-at-least-once-in-my-life. i'm waiting to finally decide on the recipe to feel confident that i can pull it off. please do let me know if you end up baking lavender goodies! i am so so curious about the taste! (also reminids me of that gorgeous lavender-laced london fog a friend and i had at this cute cute cafe. it was a dream of a drink 🥰)

it's a relief to know your allergies are more annoying than bad! aaaaaa once in a while, we mischievous ones like to pop antihistamine pills and then gorge ourselves on the forbidden fruit 😂 i've some friends who do this bec seafood is so good but gives them rashes. it's obvs not a great practise but eh.

i will be so grateful for your ramen test results! haha no other noodle can quite be as chewy and wonderfully sinful as (instant) ramen! for now i cope by watching ramen mukbangs. it's satisfying at the beginning and then slowly descends into disgusting territory when they eat way too much. it's weirdly perfect for me - i get satisfied but also turned off that i stop wanting instant ramen hahaha is that weird?

high five unusual comfort language babes! cantonese sounds kinda close to my family's dialect, which i always thought sounded fast and harsh (and i have the same impression of cantonese). so it's definitely surprising to hear that it's someone's comfort language. but goodness i love your story! can imagine cute little baby you and cantonese grandpa ❤️ hope he's well and healthy wherever he is now ❤️ i did try to learn russian, but dedication levels are insufficient so it always tapered off. the only thing i really retained is being able to read cyrillic and recognizing a couple of words here and there when i hear them in songs or movies. maybe someday i'll seriously learn it and become fluent! 😆

#i ended up talking for ageeees #lawd #thanks for the conversation!#i'm still keeping your first ask for when i churn out some picture-worthy goodies #but please don't let that stop you from talking about mystery man! 🤩#asks #🍬 nonnie #kitchen adventures #pets #pls don't reblog #thaaaaanks ❤️

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fayamn · 2 years

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Stepping up my game for my feedee

So how to step up my game, with such an eager and wonderful feedee to fatten, knowing well what she's worth. Maybe I can go the gentle way first. Just with your current size, as you're eating another greasy meal to get closer to your sow form. I'll gently, with the tip of my fingers, trace circles around your belly, getting fuller with each bite.

"Come on princess, eat up, you know you want a body of a regal size..."

I'll get you food, all the stuff you like, continuously. Sure you'll be happy as you deteriorate yourself from my care. Fatter, dumber, lazier, hornier. Doted on so much than all the normal stuff to be expected, work, independance, not lazing around all day, be really able to think about stuff, all of that will just melt and wilt, as your body grows and your new happier life blooms. Just as the gentle flower expands her magnificent petals for the world to see, as you'll expand your body with lard... For yes, the world WILL see just how much of a fattening lazy girl you are. It's the pride of the owner to show off her pet... Because no matter how much you'll wanna stay home, the allure of an all you can eat buffet will beat it... For the time that your laziness haven't taken over fully at least.

But out in the world, stuffing yourself at a table, it would be such a good place to have more fun. And by that I of course mean look at you when you overeat, gorge recklessly as your primal urges take over not being seen as a shameless glutton by everybody. After all, isn't it fine to showcase how much you're becoming a big fat sow? That's the reason you're showing yourself online isn't it... That's just a step forward, a thing you'll waddle at some point.

As you eat, I'll play with your burgeonning belly, either from a rapidly "shrinking dress" stuck around your growing frame, or slipping a finger through the openings in a tightening shirt, poking decadent blubber as I feel just how my cattle queen as increased in value with her latest layer of lard.

"Good girl, making a pig out of herself in front of people huh? Are you proud of being that much of a glutton? Is there no limit to what you'll do for the exilarating thrill of bliss? Sorry, I shouldn't use such difficult words while your brain is hard at work guiding your hands to fatten you more."

I'll take some food myself, fill up plates... Not that I'd eat much, I don't wanna ruin a body made you boss and dominate you. But you'll finish all of those for me won't you? Showing me just how I have you in the palm of my hand, satisfied with picking up every morsel of food I'd leave off.

I'll pamper you plump: pretty porky princess in a couple months, with even more pounds coming. A fat pig, made as lardy and docile as a cow. Waited on hand and foot all day, like an overspoiled princess, the constant abundance of food to please your hedonistic urges, as well as some well placed massages, reaching under the growing crease of your belly. Your mouth can be pleased with an endless stream of food, but I know there is another set of lips begging for such attention. Especially when you'll have to big of a gut to properly reach them... Guess that would put you absolutely at my mercy.

You'll be a growing lardball of pleasure, treated like you're a harem's favorite. Nothing to be responsible for, nothing to think, just getting to eat and be pleasured... Except maybe having to ask for being fed or pleasure yourself when you're getting too lazy to do it on your own.

Then I'll also make you feel dominated and overpowered, as much as spoiled and pampered. With your big belly constantly stuffed to the brim, I'll poke and prod, press my palm on it, really make you moan. I can't help but want to make you feel weak before me, all the stuff you eat and I provide reducing you to a plaything, a pet for me to have my ways while she's a whirlwind of pleasure from having your horny needs fulfilled.

I'll have fun binding you to have my way, knowing there is little for a cow like you can, or even want to do to stop me. Behind your back on a chair for me to push more food past your lips... On the bed for me to play freely with every square inch of your body... Maybe even getting you a leash, to pull you close to me anytime I'd want a cuddle, or more... And ultimately, after a long time of doting on you and using you as I like, binding you with your own body.

Hard concept to grasp, right, my fattening bimbo? But what could more effectively restrain your movements and make you more submissive than having to drag around more and more pounds of pure lard? I'll encumber you with fat. Your thighs are gonna squeeze together as they get round and flabby, less and less adapted to carry your increasing weight. Your belly is gonna sag forward, so heavy gravity is gonna win against your skin. A perfect apron for me to grab, pinch and jiggle. Weak arms to complete the set, barely enough to feed yourself. I'll Make sure you can't contemplate any other option than being a fat lazy glutton.

Ma chérie, you're fated to be nothing else than my fat lazy pet cow, pampered to obesity and beyond, and pleasured past your dwindling levels of physcial capabilities, owned fully~

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