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captainofthenautilus · 1 year

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the tumblr phenomenon of “[thing] [day of week]” has pervaded my daily life so now I have “feeding Ophelia Tuesday” (which i’m considering changing to monday so it can be Mouse Monday) and “Testosterone Thursday”

#words words words #Ophelia is my corn snake btw #I feed her a frozen thawed mouse once a week #she’s baby so i currently have her on one day pinkies but I think I’ll move her up to large pinkies when this bag runs out

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ecoamerica · 19 days

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cowyolks · 4 months

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FAINT JINGLING BRASS

Pairing: Krampus! König x Female Reader

Prompt: There was something about you, something that urged the beast to enter your cottage. It was intrigued, sniffing the anguish of your very soul- and it wanted you.

Warnings: Predator/Prey Dynamics, stalking behaviors, spanking, oral (receiving), fingering, mutual masturbation, monster sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, creampie.

Words: 5.2 K

A/N: Yes, it has in fact, came to this. I have been a silent lover of the monster fucker committee, and this is my offering. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

You hated Christmas.

It wasn’t always that way. When you were little, you’d help your father pick out a tree from the massive evergreen grove that bordered your childhood cottage on the outskirts of the Alps. You’d help your mother dry oranges and string popcorn to place on the pine-scented branches.

You’d laugh at the nostalgic sound of jingle bells and hum carols that your late grandmother had taught you. The scent of gingerbread and pine incense would seep through every room.

Christmas was a time of Joy, to celebrate the end of the year, and wait in anticipation for Saint Nicolas.

That all changed after the accident.

The coroner ruled it to be a mistake, some drunkard that was directing his sleigh too fast. You had survived the collision, insisting on riding in the back where you could see the glistening brass of the jingle bells attached to the back of the sleigh.

Now the sound nauseated you, filling you with a looming sense of dread and hate for all things Christmas.

The cottage that was once full of laughter and joy, was now empty and cold. Sweets that were once baked were replaced with bare necessities you would eat only to survive. Incense that once burned was replaced with small logs burning in the fireplace, keeping your body as warm as it could, despite the clothes that now swallowed you from your rapid weight loss.

You'd watch in envy from down the mountain swells, pinpointing the children skating on powdery ice, parents buying traded gifts and kissing under mistletoe.

Your hands, shaking in cold, shut the thin drapes with a bitter sigh. You would have to go down to the stores tomorrow, begging for at least a loaf of bread, or possibly a portion of cheese or dried meat. You would have to go in the early hours of the morning, before the obnoxious drunks put on their furry masks and horns for the second day Krampusnacht. They would run and terrorize the children on the cobbled streets, even the women who walked alone were not safe. It was a sick tradition you would try your best to avoid.

But for now, you wouldn't think of going to the village. You would do as you always did. Carry on.

Gathering the thick material of your shawl, you threw it on over your shoulders. Not even your sorrow could stop you from chores. With your worn boots placed over your cold feet, you stepped outdoors. Immediately you braced yourself against the cold, feeling the wind bite at your cheeks. The bitter snap of cold was harsh enough to make your teeth chatter and nipples stiffen.

Regardless, you pushed through the heavy snow down the shoveled path to the stables. Your Lipizzan mare, named Sterne, was huddled in the corner of her stall. Snowy fur highlighted her in the growing twilight. She huffed as you approached, white smoke leaving her nostrils, making her look like some sort of angry dragon. Perhaps she was, you were late in giving her dinner.

With a sigh, you grabbed the fork, pitching some old hay into her stall with a grunt. You were running low on feed too, you'd have to scrounge up some oats for her, and corn for the chickens.

A soft whinny echoed in the tight space, Sterne's frosted head bonking against your shoulder in a quiet thank you. Your mittened hands reached upwards, patting her withers gently.

"You up for a run to town tomorrow, girl?" You spoke to her, the only conversation you had started today, your voice raw from being unused. She whinnied again, understanding the word "ride" and pawing the dirt in anticipation. The mare was definitely more excited than you were.

With a final pat, you left her stall, throwing a half empty sack of corn over your shoulder on the way out. You spotted your beaten path in the growing darkness, making your way to the chickens that roosted in a small coop.

You hurriedly shuffled in the snow, your paranoid mind always screaming at you when it came to be dark. You never liked being out in the open, always feeling like you were being watched, despite the mountain tops sheltering your home.

You opened the coop door, pushing yourself into the tight space just to get rid of some of the paranoia. Your hens cooed at your presence, leaving their nesting boxes after hearing the shuffling of corn. You worked half-blind, pouring the corn into the wooden trough, and making sure they still had fresh water you melted this morning.

With a sigh, you braced yourself to leave the coop, glancing out the small window towards the forest before you committed. Nothing was seen in the tree line making your muscles unwind, relaxing slightly. You huffed, shaking your head at your ridiculous behavior, that was until you caught onto the strange prints in the snow.

They looked to be like the mountain goats that grazed upon the mountaintops, but they never came this close to people. And the prints were large, abnormally large. You glanced onward, observing the strange gait the prints had, like the goat or sheep was limping, or taking large steps.

The gears in your mind shifted, thinking of a logical reason why these prints made the hair on your neck stand.

Then, it hit you.

It was Krampusnacht, someone was obviously pulling a trick on you, walking with hoof imprints on boots, likely mimicking Krampus as well. You fumed, not being one to play into games, let alone ones dealing with your least favorite holiday.

You slammed the coop door shut behind you, marching through the snow and back to the cottage that was beginning to grow cold. Your hand hit the icy door twisting the large latch and opening the cottage to the chill. Before you could slam the door in your anger and fear, you halted, turning to face the dim landscape.

"I know you're there! Might as well come in, there is nothing of value here!" You shouted angrily, knowing how the village spoke of your family. How they whispered that you were some witch that murdered her parents and lived in a hut up the mountainside, far away so you could practice your spells and potions.

They would have nothing to take.

You slammed the door shut behind you, missing the hissing laughter and jingle of brass as the wind howled over the noise. Red eyes watched through the bedroom window, your oblivious form changing into a sheer shift and wool stockings for bedtime.

The beast tilted his head to the side, taking the time to inhale largely, breathing the scent of this human girl that was so intoxicatingly unique. He had never smelt anything quite like it, involuntarily his long, forked tongue swiped across his lips as you left the room.

Your eyes would dart across the room occasionally, making sure the curtains were still drawn from the main foyer where you would sleep next to the fireplace. You got to work on the candles, red wax burning down the sticks slow and lazily. You lit a couple around the house, basking in the warm glow despite the chill.

Your stomach growled, eating itself from the inside out. You had fed your animals, and now your body screamed, my turn. You decided on the last bit of homemade buckwheat bread. It was dry and stale, but it satisfied your hunger at least until the morning time.

There was little left to do but rest, but it seemed your body wouldn't be able to sleep with the possible threat outdoors. It could be nothing, but you couldn't let it go. You were too weak to fight off a grown man, unless perhaps you had your father's old crossbow, but that would take more strength to load than you had.

For now, all you could do was wait.

You smoothed out the thin cotton of your slip, sighing when you realized you would have to hem it, or you'd risk showing your breasts from the loss of weight. You tugged it upwards, smoothing it over your skin with a critical look.

You startled as the wind howled and whistled through the chimney, flickering the flames you worked so hard to produce. You leant forward, blowing gently upon them until the ashes brightened and it burned steady again.

You settled down upon the wooden floor, the planks covered in a thick arrangement of all the quilts and knitted blankets you owned. It was far too cold to sleep in your bedroom at the opposite end of the house, so your makeshift nest would have to do.

You hardly remembered closing your eyes, just that there was nothing better to do besides get some rest for your busy day tomorrow.

You dreamt of falling snow, the landscape only lit with the dull glow of the crescent moon above. You were in a clearing, pine trees growing over you as if they were extending to shake your hand. Then, as you began to swivel and study the landscape, a shrill sound of a bell made you turn in the direction, your own eyes settling on dark growing red ones, rectangular pupils dilating as it watched.

You woke up with a gasp, panicking at the loss of light throughout the room. The fireplace was glowing ash, signaling that you had been asleep for a few hours, although it only felt like minutes.

Your body was shivering, drawing you to the conclusion that you definitely woke up to the cold, not whatever nightmare your mind had conjured. With a yawn, you reached, placing more dead cedar onto the ashes, watching it hungrily catch.

“You need to relax.” You chided to yourself, rubbing your arms together as your eyes adjusted to the moonlight that flooded through the cracks in the curtains. It was a dangerous time to be by yourself, lights dimmed with nothing but your thoughts.

You thought of how around this time you would be in the village with your parents, pointing out the prettiest decorated trees, or indulging in a sweet treat like a slab of dark chocolate, or possibly an orange or apple.

You sighed, watching as the smoke curled away from your lips and swirled around the house. Eyes found the steady lick of flames, the wood popping and spilling ash so loud you missed the small creak of the floorboards behind you. The creature watched, intrigued at the visible curvature of your spine and the heady scent of dreadful nostalgia you wafted.

He wanted to make himself known, to feed off of your emotions and kill this foreign urge that had his body buzzing.

You froze when you heard the faint sound of a brass bell, throat bobbing as all your limbs seized up. A hissing purr releasing from directly behind you, startling you so much you hardly registered you were on your feet and turning to the sound.

Eyes rounded, a shriek threatening to escape your throat if it wasn't for the fact that you were frozen in fear. This thing, it was too real. All it did was stare, as if it was letting you take in his presence.

This thing was too tall to be a mere man or schoolboy from the village. The creature had to be at least eight feet tall, hunched over to avoid hitting the wooden rafters of the cottage. It wore a large coat made of old fur, likely wolf or bear, it covered the span of it's wide back and huge arms. The hood was pulled, but it couldn't possibly hide the large horns protruding from its head. Bells hung from the horns, ringing with every ragged breath it took. It was human, but not. A nose and mouth just like yours, until a forked tongue swept out like a serpent tasting the air. Human arms and muscular abdomen, but fur-covered powerful legs and hooves for feet.

Red eyes glowed back at you, just like the ones from your dreams. Realization sunk in—this creature had been watching you, polluting your dreams and feasting off your fear.

This was Krampus, and he was here to punish you.

Again, there was hissing laughter that rattled the rafters, causing you to flinch. His maw grinned, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

"I smell your fear, little one." It purred, as if amused by your rapidly beating heart. "Do you know who I am?" It asked in its hollow voice, although it looked as if his mouth hardly moved.

"Krampus." You squeaked, hair standing up on the ends of your neck as you took a step backward towards the fireplace, spine hitting the cold stones with a gentle thud. You would have to run, find a way to Sterne in the stables, because there was no way you would make it to the village on foot and match his massive stride and hooves.

Krampus seemed to catch onto your planning, because the creature took a single step forward, hoof knocking hard on the ground as it blinked in approval of your introduction.

"Very good, human. Though we prefer König." Hmm, King, the beast had dubbed his name after a ruler, despite his other half, Saint Nick, being far more beloved.

"Why are you here?" You whimpered, hoping to stall as your hand reached backwards to discretely find the stiff iron of the poker. If you could not run, you would fight.

"As if you don't know, girl? They call you witch under their breath, speak on how much you hate Christmas and people. How you haven't even visited your parent's graves. That's cold." It cackled at the joke, just as familiar anger flooded your veins at the mention of your family.

"Shut up!" You seethed, hand fisting the handle of the poker. "You don't know anything about me." Spoken like a cornered dog, ready to lash out at the hand who fed it.

"Don't I?" The creature drew closer, close enough you could see the claws on his paw like hands, the pointed ears that resembled an elf or nymph, and the birch whip he fastened over his cloak. König stepped within range, yet before you could stab the iron into flesh, a clawed hand grabbed your wrist, faster than you could have possibly moved.

The beast loomed over you, your chin only reaching the hard rigidness of his lower abdomen, where fur met human skin.

"I can smell the ambition, raw pain, starvation. You want revenge, don't you girl?"

It was true, you were far too ambitious for your own good. Plotting and planning ways you could murder the damn drunkard for killing the only people that mattered to you. Now, your heart was crushed in pieces, no family, no love, no acceptance.

Perhaps you were more like this beast then you thought.

While ambition ran through your veins, so did stubbornness. You wouldn't agree with him, at least verbally. Instead, your stare locked with his rectangular pupils, chin held high, and jaw clenched.

A slow smile spread across his lips, a growling laughter much like a whistle escaped him, just as he dropped your wrist. It fell to your side, aching slightly from his grip. "You're like nothing I've ever seen, Little One. You intrigue us." He slithered out.

"What do you want?" You spat, gaze falling on the birch switch slung over his shoulders, and the expansive length of his claws. He could kill you, but it was obvious you piqued his interest, despite you not really understanding why.

"To help you." König cackled, taking another step forward, now close enough that you could smell the scent of pine and earthen musk, not the rot they had told you Krampus stunk of in stories.

"Why?"

a clawed finger moved upwards, moving to the soft lines of your jaw. You turned slightly, cheek hitting the cold cobble of the fireplace to escape his touch. The sharp talon extended, brushing against your skin way too softly for a beast such as he. Predatory eyes dropped to your sheer nightdress, the material splaying softly over what little curves you had left. You exhaled nervously, suddenly drawing conclusions of what this thing wanted.

"No... No." You swatted his hand, an unknown feeling warming your gut at the look this monster had given you with flashing eyes.

A snap cracked throughout the cottage, candles lighting on their own as it luminated the wooden table near the fireplace. Your head rotated in that direction, peeking around the beast to see a table full of all foods imaginable. Roasted duck, chicken, potatoes, blood oranges, nuts, jams and jellies. Along the masses of food, glistened jewelry of golds and silvers, bloody rubies and glowing emerald. It was enough to buy the entire village.

You took a step forward, moving beyond the creature to get a better look, nearly hitting your head on his massive horns. It had to be some massive illusion, this whole thing a dream. Krampus, your parents, these treasures— all fake.

As your fingers ran through the cool texture of gold coins, and you felt the beast breathe down your neck— you knew it had to be real.

"I can give you all of this and more. I'll serve you your parent's killer on a silver platter, clothe you in silks and gold... give you more pleasure than any mortal man." He poisoned you, stopping your heart as a long tongue swept across the bounding pulse of your neck, leaving a warm and wet trace that had your legs going weak.

"All you have to do is give yourself to me, say yes." It nearly whimpered, making you believe you were not the only one tempted by such an offer, the creature was eager as well.

"And what if I say no?"

a firm warmth pressed against your back, the rippling muscles of his torso providing warmth that the cabin did not. "We will leave and never come back. But I believe that is not what you want, yes?"

Hesitation. Reflection. Decision.

"Take me."

A loud growl echoed the cabin at those two words. The creature picked up upon the nervousness you wafted like smoke, "Mach dir keine sorgen, Liebling. We will take good care of you."

All you could let out was a muffled squeak.

Clawed paws pressed against your collarbones, pushing your neck back and against the creature's abdomen. The beast was hunched, almost like it was encircling you like prey to get a better look at where to sink his teeth into.

It should have been wrong how good it felt to have his lips pressed to your neck, his mouth so dangerously close to you with those abnormally sharp teeth. He’d likely killed with them, but now he bit softly, pulling purplish bruises to the surface that he’d soothingly lick with his long and forked tongue. Claws smoothed over the sheer shift you wore, pulling a moan from your throat when he scraped the sharp point against your nipple.

A fistful of your breast, kneading, "You like that, girl?"

You gasped, feeling the growing heat radiate through your body as strong hands tore at the clothes, freeing your skin to the chilling air. The torn shift dropped to the ground with a dull thud, leaving you completely exposed to the beast that was nearly rattling in primal satisfaction.

A sharp crack echoed the room, a raw yet delicious sting radiated over the swell of your rear, making you gasp and catch your breath. Konig had backed away, his other hand now grasping the birch switch in his grip.

"Answer when I speak, Liebling... yes?" The creature cackled, eyes glowing a dark crimson as the bells upon his horns continued to jingle mockingly. You nodded, head tilted to the side so you could see what he was doing. Then another cracked echoed, the switch burning upon your other cheek, likely leaving delightful red marks.

"With words, little one."

"Yes, yes, I understand." You moaned, sighing in relief when the beast rubbed the irritated skin in some sort of apology. A large inhale escaped him, low purring once again rumbling his chest.

"We smell you, how sweet you are. Would you let us taste?" It was not a question, but a demand. As soon as you gave the approval to his deal, this beast would not stop until it had its way with you. You found yourself buzzing in excitement instead of grief.

"Yes."

Paws maneuvered you, letting your naked body fall back onto the nest of blankets and fur you had made in front of the burning fireplace. It was in the burning glow that you could truly see the beast, the intelligence beneath his eyes, the human nose that was curved and looked to be once broken, the darkness of stubble that covered a sharp jaw, the spiral pattern of horns, the pale glow of his skin where muscle bulged, the scars and burns that littered its torso. Then, the lower half, the dark coarse fur and shiny hooves that allowed it speed and warmth.

What had really caught your eye was the growing erection between fur and skin. It was massive, and slowly sliding out of a sheath like pocket of his body. His cock was human-like, despite the size- a large shaft twisting with veins and ending with a round tip, flushed and needy. Heavy and hairy balls hung low, making you completely second guess this whole situation you wound yourself in.

The beast noticed your stare, paw going under your chin to lock eyes with you. "Do not be so scared, little one, I'll make it fit, we just have to get you ready. Be a good girl and lay back..."

You did as you were told, focusing instead on the soft material on your bare back, and the warm heat of the fireplace wafting over your body.

Paws petted down your sides, sliding over your hips and making you shiver as he gripped below your thighs, spreading them apart so you were bared to him.

A foreign curse escaped the beast as it settled hungrily between your body, studying the sheer arousal you embarrassedly leaked. A finger prodded your slit, allowing you to hear the lewd sounds of your juices. You moaned as he spread it up and down, playfully flicking upon the puffy bead of your clit.

"Smell so divine..." It hissed, eyes locking with yours for a moment until he ducked lower, just the long expansion of his horns to be seen. Hot breath filtered across your aching cunt, making it clench around nothing. Then a sudden flick of a wet muscle startled you, making you jump and mewl.

"Taste good too, little one." The beast purred, caging your fidgeting hips against strong arms so you could no longer move against him. Eyes fluttered shut when you felt him once again lick a painfully slow stripe up your slit, collecting so much of your arousal you should have been embarrassed.

The beast was humming, seemingly enjoying the taste just as much as you were enjoying the pressure of his teasing tongue slipping over your clit.

"Please... inside." You managed to beg as the forked tongue parted lengthily from his mouth, entering the smooth and molten heat of your cunt. The muscle curled, burrowing further against your walls as you cried out in pain and pleasure.

He was stretching you, no doubt getting you prepped for what was to come. He pulled backwards, leaving your hole cold and needing. You whined, feeling completely empty until he filled you again, this time quicker and rougher.

"Fuck..." You moaned, eyes closing and head falling backwards against the wooly blanket. Claws pressed into the inside of your thighs, pulling you further apart and nearly penetrating your skin enough to draw blood.

König pulled away, licking upon your clit teasingly, "Such naughty words coming out of a girl so pretty. Shall we punish you, again?"

You whined, attempting to push your hips against his mouth, lips now covered in your slick. Sharp teeth smirked at the reaction and excitement flashed across his eyes at your blissed expression.

"Words, Liebling..." The beast warned, shifting higher to run his tongue across your breasts, leaving hot trails that cooled against the room's frigid temperature.

"Please, need you." Your chest heaved, nipples hard and bared to him as he continued to suckle and lick upon the flesh.

"So needy for my cock, but you are not ready, we would split you in two. Touch yourself." The beast ordered. You didn't dare refuse, slipping your fingers down towards your aching core. You were in shock by just how much molten slick coated your fingertips. You shyly began to circle your bud, sighing in relief as the creature fell back on his haunches to watch.

It was busy licking his lips, savoring the taste of your juices as his own paw settled upon his cock, giving it a slow pump. He watched as you moaned softly, legs becoming jelly from so much overstimulation without yet cumming.

"Inside, girl. Stretch yourself."

Your face flushed in embarrassment, but you sunk your index and middle finger inside you, moaning at the contact and noise the juices had made. The beast seemed to like it as well, because his hand fisting his cock began to increase speed.

You curled your fingers, groaning at the feeling, but realizing it did not feel as heavenly as his tongue. Your gaze landed on his paws, how his fingers were long and thick, wrapping around the whole base of his cock, it made you huff in want.

König was watching, looking at your every move. "You want my fingers, little one?"

"Yes."

A chuckling hiss left him again, just as he loomed above you once more. Your fingers left your cunt, leaving you open and throbbing for the beast to continue. A clawed finger scraped your moisture, coating it with arousal before it slipped heavenly inside you, the sharp point curling inwards.

It hurt, but oh how it felt euphoric.

The beast growled at the noises you made, cock twitching achingly against your thigh. He added another finger, picking up his pace as he continued to feed upon your moans, curiosity crawling across his face as you gripped the sheets.

"Going to- mmph," You stuttered, clenching down on his fingers, feeling the squelching of your cunt as you clamped around him, white hot pleasure leaving your body in waves as you shook and cried against him.

"So schön..." The beast kept muttering over and over again, reluctant to leave your heat but excited for what was to come.

You yelped as the creature grabbed you, your body still buzzing in pleasure. The beast huffed, smelling the scent of your orgasm and the need that still flowed from your veins. You were crushed against his torso, secured against him until he laid back and sprawled. His cock lay twitching between your legs, your slick coating the shaft as he maneuvered you above him.

It was a submissive position for him, allowing you to be on top of such a creature. You had a million questions- why wouldn't he take you like the half-animal he was, or at least allow himself the pleasure to sink into you instead of you maneuvering the pace?

A hand kneaded the flesh of your ass, lifting your body up as his other settled upon the mass length of his cock.

Then it all clicked.

The creature wanted you to begin, to stretch yourself out as he watched. He wanted to see your expression as you lost yourself and locked him inside you. It made you that much more eager to please him.

König slid his cock against your slick, growling in anticipation as the head lined with your small hole.

"Go slow, little one. Do not hurt yourself."

You bent your knees, lowering slowly onto his head. He hissed at such a tight squeeze, claws imprinting into your hips once again as he held you up.

"So tight," it hissed, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth like a dog.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, foreign to the feeling of being so impossibly full. Your walls burned at the stretch, but you pushed forward more, until it grew so painful you had to halt your movements.

"Too much." You weakly spoke, halting on his length that throbbed in need. You couldn't have been more than halfway down his shaft.

"Shh..." The creature cooed, running soft paws down your sides again, a soothing pattern. It began to purr, the vibrations somewhat of a lullaby as he rattled. You relaxed slightly, feeling the warmth of him. Your body changed, cunt opening up slightly with preparation to take the rest of him.

You sighed, sinking further until your ass hit the furry coat of his thighs, the soft texture comforting you further. You cooed at the stretch, noticing that the beast was uncharacteristically quiet with its eyes closed.

You found yourself missing the attention.

Hips jutting forward, sawing into his abdomen as you ground down upon his cock. Red eyes flew open, a growl leaving his throat as a slap landed across your sore rear again.

"Squeezing me so good, human. I will breed you." The creature decided, claws pulling upon your ass and lifting you halfway up and slamming you back down against his swollen balls.

You moaned, never feeling more full in your life. He lifted you higher, seemingly no longer caring that you controlled. It must have been against his nature, and it was obvious as he lifted you completely off of him.

You were flipped, as if you weighed nothing more than a simple sack of flour. A hand pushed upon your back, making your spine arch as you settled upon your hands and knees, ass up and bared to your purring monster.

"Such a pretty one, bared to me and needy." It hissed, plunging his glistening cock into your wet heat with no warning. Furry thighs slammed against your ass, pulling you back into him with such power you lost your breath.

You struggled to clutch onto something, settling on your quilts as you mewled out in white-hot pleasure. It continued its blinding pace, slamming in and pulling out nearly all the way before hitting the tip of your womb again.

Pressure began to build up in your stomach, body crying again for another release. You arched further against him, meeting his thrusts in a sloppy sounding slap.

"That's it, Liebling. Cum for me now, and I'll fill you up."

Nothing sounded better.

With one last snap of his hips, you were releasing, crying out into the dark cabin. You clenched around him, gushing and clamping to him so much you felt the stutter of his movement as his arms pulled you closer, pushing his throbbing cock so far into you, you could feel the bulge against your stomach.

White hot liquid pooled into your cervix, coating you and staining your body for the rest of your life. You would never be fucked the same way again, and the beast knew it as well.

König maneuvered you again, settling you upon the soft blankets as you both panted from pleasure and exhaustion. Purrs rumbled from his chest as your body curled into his own, still connected.

"You are mine to take care of now, little one."

Exhausted eyes closed, settling in a peaceful slumber aided by the soft jingle of brass bells.

Maybe, Christmas would not be so bad after all.

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normal-internet-user · 5 months

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BEING ADOPTED INTO THE KENT FAMILY WOULD INCLUDE...

Showing up at the Kent family farm nervous as all hell.

Your new parents did their best to make you comfortable and at ease on the rather long drive to your new home,

But nerves were natural.

And such was evident at your rather quiet approach.

You didn't really feel like chatting, even if your new parents seemed nice enough.

It was... weird.

You went from living in city suburbs with couples looking to make themselves look better by adopting a 'troubled teen' to being surrounded by corn in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

You had two new brothers appearently. According to Lois.

Jon and Kon.

Funny.

When you'd met Clark he seemed like he was deliberatly trying to make himself smaller and less threatening.

Which was kinda funny because of how comically jacked he was for a reporter.

Your first night wasn't too overwhelming.

Your new family gave you time to settle in, and you even had your own room which was super nice.

It was like a complete blank slate, completely your own to make cozy and comfy.

You settled in surprisingly quickly, Jon was definitly a big help in putting you at ease.

He took it upon himself to show you how to do the chores.

Weeding the garden, feeding the animals, and changing their hay, it was a great way to get to know your little brother.

He also roped you into staying up a little later to play video games in his room.

You were almost positive Clark and Lois knew, and just didn't say anything.

Kon was like the cool brother that showed up to be your partner in crime then dipped.

He didn't live on the farm, he had told you he was roommates with afew of his friends.

Like one of those early 2000's sitcoms.

Clark did his absolute best to be the father figure you'd never actually had.

He helped with your schoolwork, encouraged your hobbies and was overjoyed to give you advice when you asked.

For such a big guy, it was certainly decieving.

He was like tne sweetest person you'd ever met, and even taught you how to do things like crochet and bake.

Lois is a powerhouse of a mother.

If you have any problems in school she's on it before it can become an issue.

Bullying? Dealt with.

Bad grades? What's the problem, sweety?

And as you started to get more... comfortable in your new home, you noticed that there were some odd things about your new family.

Regular everyday things resulted in broken items.

Wether it was Clark breaking a glass,

Jon breaking the handle on the barns sliding door,

Even Kon accidentally broke the faucet when he visited.

Speaking of Kon.

He sure visits alot for someone who lives out of state.

Huh.

He must be spending a whole lot on plane tickets.

And the whole family was weirdly aware of like- everything.

The only way you could logically explain it was that it's because Lois and Clark are reporters?

But, like, that also doesn't make sense?

How did Clark know you were in the kitchen at like 2am? His and Lois' room was upstairs all the way down the hall.

No way he heard you.

Not to mention the weird amount of "work calls" he had to run off to.

And Jon had a strange amount of school field trips.

Something was up with your new family.

And maybe it was time to delve into the family buisness.

Reporters uncovered secrets afterall.

And this family had a lot of them.

@zeep-wuz-here I did the thing... (>_<)

Reader is gonna do some snooping uh-huh. Mini reporter in the making digging up the ✨️secrets✨️

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toptierteaser · 8 months

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Fatty Microchip

Imagine, fat boy...

Being unwittingly hooked to a Fatty machine.

A chubby ex-jock, dissatisfied by the layers of pudge he's accumulated onto his once-fit jock body, eagerly jiggling his way to have a microchip installed. A microchip supposedly meant to repress his appetite and encourage healthy living. Tiny cameras hidden at work, at home, in your car, to watch for any signs of fattiness…

But that's not what the microchip is for...that’s not what the cameras are watching for…not any longer, at least…

You see, each of you fatties, each of you lard asses has actually been implanted with a chip meant to CONTROL your weight, to CONTROL your appetite, your self-discipline, your motivation to exercise, your dignity...and considering the potential for the controls to so easily fall into the hands of a corrupted jock, a fit hottie with a vengeance, a muscle stud with a thing for fat boys...well, you could see how quickly the devices could become corrupted...

Now, after a few months of diet and exercise and self-control you were starting to see results. But something has changed. Something has altered. You've noticed you can't seem to be full, no matter what you do stuff yourself with! And you certainly aren't filling up on carrots (unless you count them when they’re in a cake!). No, it's cupcakes you're shoveling in, fat boy! Saucy burritos! Cartons of ice cream! Pancakes for breakfast, corn cakes for lunch, and cheesecake after dinner! Stuffed to the max every night!

What's worse, you have no motivation for exercise! You can't seem to get your lazy, larding butt up off the couch to do anything except to waddle to the fridge in search of more food! You're tubbing up, barely able to fit into your clothes! The buttons on your pants, your shirts are all getting tight! Bunching up and straining against the fat on your stomach and love handles and chest! You look like a tick about to POP, fatty!

But little do you know, as you stuff your face, bingeing as your eyes glaze over in front of the TV. Little do you know as you waddle around at work, as the guys laugh in the corner while you jiggle by, self-consciously stuffing yourself with another snack cake from the breakroom, that the men hired to watch you, to adjust your microchip when you’re feeling lazy or hungry, that they are the ones doing this to you. You had no idea that as you stuff yourself, shoveling in plate after plate at your favorite restaurant, glugging down milkshakes in front of your teasing friends, helping yourself to seconds, thirds, fourths of your buddy’s birthday cake—that behind the screens, a cluster of men are watching you, laughing their asses off as yours threatens to bust the seams of your pants!

You see, because you’ve become something of a guinea pig, fat boy. Their guinea pig. Whenever they see your appetite decrease, these workers flip a switch, dialing up your hunger, watching as you ravenously gut the fridge, cramming in whatever you can fit into your tubbing, insatiable belly! When they see the seams on your pants fighting to hold on for dear life, they press a button, sending your head into a tizzy as you immediately begin to gorge. When you go for a run, they twist your mind, making you doubt yourself, making you self-conscious. As if everyone is watching your juicy tits jiggle on your chest. As if the jocks who pass you easily on the trail can see the way your ass quivers and shakes!

And they keep feeding you, fat boy, making you feed yourself, helplessly ballooning in your own home! Crammed into briefs that will bust at any moment, mindlessly stuffing yourself! Unable to stop, to do anything but succumb, outgrow your clothes, become trapped by embarrassment as your body expands like dough! As you give whatever little control you had over to gluttony, contained and controlled and in the hands of jocks whose lone agenda is to make you thicken like a tubby butter ball. Like a fat, pathetic, remote-controlled toy!

#gaining weight #teaser #bhm weight gain #fatass #fatty #fat belly #chubby #fat bhm #fatboy #feedee encouragement #bhm wg #gay bhm #weight gain story

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margoisthemoon2 · 7 months

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Halsin x Astarion x Afab reader // Headcanon story

~~~ AFAB Reader is in a poly relation with these two. This takes place after BG3 is over. Both SFW and NSFW. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ~~~

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* The three of you got a cabin together. Away from the bustling town. Corn and wheat crops semi hide your comfy home. Behind it sits a large forest. Mainly only accessible by the road. Astarion, Halsin and You make due to live and go by your day peacefully. The three of you share an XL bed. With the money you three saved up to get it custom made to fit you guys but mainly Halsin large size.

* In the winter Astarion keeps you company inside while Halsin goes out hunting for the two of you. Sitting close to the fire and wrapped in a thick blanket. When the fire starts dying astarion goes out to get more wood. Eventually Halsin arrives with a deer or a few rabbits to cook. Maybe even fish if there is a part of the river that hasnt frozen over completely.

* In the summer/spring astarion leaves at night to feed every few days. Halsin helps prepare dinner and clean around the house. You suddenly rush outside, throwing up in a bush. Youre pregnant.

* Its late winter. Halsin runs into town to fetch a midwife. Youre grabbing onto a chair screaming in pain as astarion holds your hand and rubs your back “where the hell is he” he says grittily looking at the door. “Come you must get into the bed” he says helping you walk

* “Push mother. I need you to push one more time” the midwife says. You strain and scream as you push again. “Grab me the hot towel quickly” the midwife yells. Astarion holds your hand and Halsin jumps up and run to grab the towel that was prepared for you. Soon cries filled the room. “Its-its a girl” the midwife says cleaning and wrapping the newborn in the towel and handing you her. “What should we name her?” Halsin asks “Astaria of course” Astarion says “we are not naming the baby after you!!” You say “Her name will be Meridith” you say kissing her temple “What a lovely name my heart” Halsin says.

* Its been 3mths since the birth of your baby girl. Astarion has left for the night to go feed. Halsin walks in from taking down the clothes that was washed earlier. He walks over to you town as you just got done feeding her. Gently he takes her from you into his arms and rocks her until she is fast asleep. He brings her to the crib that he carved and lays her in bed. You watch them as he lays her down and kisses her cheek. You smile. He walks around and behind you. “We made that” he says hugging you. You hum. He starts kissing your neck. Moving his hands to your waist “no. Not here” you say “yes here” he replies grabbing you harder and pushing your hips into him fully. You can feel his hard on as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. He picks you up and carry you to the bed.

* Halsin went hunting for the day. Astarion is reading a book and Meridith is napping in front of the fire. You walk over to him. He leans his book down looking at you. “Yes my flower? Looking for a cuddle?” He says putting his book away and leaning back onto his arms “no” you say getting on the bed and straddling him. You lean down kissing him. “Oh i like where this is going” he says wrapping an arm around your waist. The kissing gets more and more heated. Soon youre rocking your hips onto him. “Ah i cant take this” astarion flips you two over with him on top of you. “We are about to have alot of fun” he says smirking

* Its been 4yrs. Meridith adores the three of you. Even differentiate you all as parents, papa is Astarion, daddy is Helsin and ofc Mama is you. Its the afternoon. Meridith is at school and the three of you have the home to yourselves for now. Youre washing dishes. Soon you feel a large presence behind you, its halsin. He roughly grabs your hips and you feel kisses along your neck and soon back. You moan a little. “Come here to me” he says grinding his hips against you. Feeling his hard on through his pants. You feel your skirt being lifted up and warm hands on your thighs. Soon he slips into your underwear. His thick fingers plays with your clit before he dives in. Pumping in and out of you. Your wetness making it super easily to slip out. A second and then third finger was added. Your moans getting louder. He removes then and a loud tear was heard. The cool air hits your cunt. You hear him grunt and then felt lips onto your sweetness. You grip the counter top and he licks and sucks at your heat. You gasp as you try to close your legs but halsins strength hold them open. Youre cumming. You hear him gulp as he drinks every ounce of you. “Gods youre delicious” he says, behind you hear him as he removes his clothing. “Prepare yourself” he says before diving into you, over and over again he plunges into you. The slapping of skin against skin fills the room. Both of you grunting and moaning. The door opens and walks in astarion. “Oh what a show” he says undoing his pants and begins stroking himself. You moan not even noticing astarion has entered. You felt your arms being grabbed and you being lifted off the counter and moved around. You open your eyes to see a dick in front of you. “Go on now. Give it a suck” astarion says gently slapping your face with his hard on. In your daze you take all of him in your mouth. Sucking with the help of halsin pounding from behind. You feel hands on your head and breasts. “Gods fuck im close” halsin says “Me too. Shes amazing” Astarion says grunting. Above you astarion and helsin lock eyes and both leans over. They start making out helsing starts pounding you harder than ever. Your muffled moans are more louder “Ah fuck!!” Halsin says grabbing your hips tighter as he gives two more pounds before burying himself into you. You can feel his hot cum cover your walls and start to leak out of you. Eventually he pulls out. “Fuck, fuck, shit” astarion gasps as he cums in your mouth you swallow every last bit of him. He pulls out.

* Too weak to hold yourself up you drop to the floor. Quivering you catch your breath and come down from your high. “Ill go run us a bath my sweets” halsin says. Cleaning himself up and walking away. Astarion removes the rest of your clothes. Halsin returns and picks you up in his arms. Carrying you to the hot bath. “If you wasnt pregnant before. You sure are now” he chuckles “Ill be joining you two in there” astarion says behind you both as the bathroom door closes.

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spidybaby · 6 months

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🎶HI! IT'S ME, I'M THE PROBLEM, IT'S ME!🎶

Adivina... I'm sick🤧 and if it's possible, I would like to request some fluffy Pepi taking care of his sick girlfriend, please�� Idk, maybe he trying to cook for her? Calling readers mom or his (or both mothers) to see what can he do?, dancing randomly to cheer her up a bit 'cus reader hates getting sick?😭 please and thank you in advance! TAKE CARE!🌻✨

"Okay, that doesn't sound like a normal cough."

You turn to him. A cup of hot tea in one of his hands and a bottle of water in the other.

You wanted to answer, but a wave of new coughs interrupted you.

"Yeah, no." He left the thing in your nightstand. "You go back to bed, call in sick, and I'm getting you some medicine from the store."

"But I have paperwork." You say, voice almost gone from the sickness. "And I have this project."

He shakes his head no, grabbing you by the shoulders and walking you to your bed. He helps with your shoes and makes sure you're tugged comfortably in bed.

"Please hear me." He kisses the top of your head, passing you the tea. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Please drink this, and I'll be back, amor."

He left your apartment to go get you some medicine, some snacks, and something to make a soup.

He knew an amazing place to get you some chicken soup for you to feel better, but he prefers to cook it himself.

Every time he's sick, you cook something for him. Sometimes some nice breakfast, sometimes a nice soup.

That's something that makes him feel better, your love and care for him. So he wants to do the same for you. To make you feel what you make him feel.

He picked up regular and normal medicine, some headache pills, vitamins in gummy form, some sweets, and some hydrating drinks.

He then drives to the grocery store. He knew he needed some vegetables, chicken, and maybe some other things, but he didn't know how much of everything or if he needed something to season or something to make it taste homemade.

The phone rings three times before your mom answered.

"Hola cariño, como estas?" (Hey honey, how are you?)

"Hola, sorry to bother you. I just need some help with something."

"You never bother me, tell me how can I help you."

He explained what he wanted to prepare for you, and how lost he was in ehat to get.

"You're such a sweetheart, I'll help you. First, you're getting chicken breasts, maybe three potatoes, corn, two carrots, celery."

She gave him a list of what to get and how much, some seasoning brand names. Instructing him on how to add it and how to season it.

"Gracias, you're a life saver." He smiles to himself, the shopping car full with things for the soup.

"I should be the one thanking you. You take care of my baby when I'm not able to. And I'm grateful for that Pedri"

"I love her. You don't need to thank me for it." He says honest about his feelings. "I have to go, so I get to her place soon and I can feed her this for lunch."

"Bye sweetheart, take care and don't get sick."

He pays for everything, getting you your favorite hot drink from your favorite coffee shop.

When he gets back to your place, the first thing he does is go back to your room to check on you.

"Hi." You say, voice more gone than before. "I missed you."

He gives you your drink, kissing the top of your head. "Why don't you try to sleep, amor?"

He runs back to the kitchen, getting the pills. He makes you take the medicine so you can rest better.

"Thank you, I'll ask you to lay down with me, but you're not getting sick." You laugh.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

"Love you." You send him a kiss which he catches and dramatically place his hand onto his heart. This action makes you laugh again.

He goes back to the kitchen, organizing everything in the order your mother gave him. But he keeps forgetting the instructions, not wanting to mess up everything he picks the phone and calls someone who knows about soups and cooking.

"Mami"

"Hola, mi niño."

He knew his mother was an expert in cooking, having a Tasca of her own. She definitely knows what she's doing.

After the explanation of what he's trying to do, what he bought and the steps your mom gave him.

Rosy gave him a bit of a different instruction, the ingredients being the same, but the preparation changing a little bit.

"I can't help but laugh at you Pedri, you don't even cook for yourself, but you're cooking for your girlfriend."

"Love does magic mother." He jokes, can't helping the blush that creeps his cheeks.

"I wonder if your mother gets sick, will you make her some soup?" His father asks

"That would be on you to make her a soup, don't you think?"

"Got me there, niño." They all laugh.

He FaceTime with his parents till the soup is about to boil.

"Bueno, I have to let this sit for a while, I'm going to go check on her and bring her down to eat."

"That's okay, take good care of her and the good man we taught you to be."

"Adiós, Pedri." His father waves at the screen.

He hung up, connecting his phone to the charger. The soup boils for a few minutes more. Adding the last bits of salt to his taste and ready!

He plates the soup, letting it sit out so it wasn't too hot for you.

When he walks into the room, you're sleeping with the tv on. He noticed the way your cheeks were red, pressing his hand on your cheek he feels that you might have a little fever.

"Mi amor, wake up princesa. I made some lunch for you."

You softly humm a no, making him feel bad for waking you up.

"C'mon, princesa, you need some food and medicine." He caresses your cheek. The warmth feeling of your cheeks makes him worry.

"Five minutes more." You hug his body, his hands on your hair massaging your scalp.

"You have to eat."

"I'm sleepy."

"I know, a little bit of food, and you can go back to sleep, amor."

You nod, taking a good minute to sit on the bed. He grabs your water next to the bed and another pill for the fever.

You make a face at the taste of the pill. Feeling the sour aftertaste of medicine makes your stomach turn. You gag a few times, pushing him lightly and running to the bathroom.

Pedri follows you, picking you hair that was a mess due to the sleep. Making it less messy for you.

He pats your back. Once you're done, he helps you get up.

"I hate this." You cry as you brush your teeth. "I don't like feeling like this."

"It's okay, hermosa. It's just a cold."

"I don't like it."

You hug him, holding him tight like a teddy bear. The way to the kitchen feels long for you.

You can't smell that much, but when the tasty smell of soup hits your nose, you focus on the kitchen.

A plate of soup is sitting there waiting for you. "You make soup?"

"I hope it's good, your mom and my mom helped."

"That's super sweet, if I could I would kiss you."

"Here." He kisses your shoulder. "Now eat, my love."

You ask him to tell you about the game that's taking place tonight. He was still I recovery and not allowed to play, so he was going to support his friends.

You feel so much better with the food and love he's showing you.

"I love you so much." You say, feeling like crying due to the sweet actions. "You're the best."

"Don't thank me, I'm here for you in sickness and in health."

"We're not married." You say, knowing that what they say when you get married.

"Yet, amor."

You scrunch your nose and eat the rest of your food. Feeling lucky to have someone to care for you in this hard time.

🪷🪷🪷

A/N: I'm sick too, so the timing is perfect 😭🤭

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stylesloveclub · 2 years

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Pleasing (Part 2)

In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry thinks she’s cuter than a puppy. (part 2)

read part 1 here !!! -- check out my patreon for the next part!!!

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“Did y’eat before you came in today?”

When he saw y/n walk past his office door to take her 15 minute break, he couldn’t help himself from calling her into his office and having her shut the door behind her.

“Yes sir!” she answers enthusiastically from her chair in front of his desk.

“And did you bring something for your break?”

Her enthusiasm deflates just as quickly as a balloon poked by a needle. “No sir…”

He raises his eyebrow, “Did y’just forget everything we talked about last night, then?”

“No, I just really didn’t have time to pack anything! I was already running late ‘cos I took a nap when I got home from class, n’I was just so tired because… well…” She’d been over at Harry’s apartment until 1 in the morning, drinking wine and eating the gnocchi he’d made her, until he drove her home. And then she’d stayed up another two hours jumping around and replaying their kiss in her head.

He rolls his eyes. “Stay here,” he says, heading out into the kitchen. He comes back with a plate of roasted vegetables that she’s seen served as a side dish with most of their meals.

“I didn’t cook it, but it’s my restaurant so it’s got t’be somewhat good,” he tells her, setting the plate in front of her.

She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she’d actually been starving during her shift. She doesn’t hesitate from taking a bite. “Mm, yum!!” she exclaims.

His eyebrows furrow. “Give me some,” he demands, his mouth open and his tongue peeking out a bit so that she could put the fork in his mouth. He chews slowly. “Not enough salt,” he says, “And I would’ve let it roast a bit more.”

She giggles. His defensiveness and the little frown that had taken over his face when she’d complimented someone else’s food was endearing. “S’nothing on the gnocchi you cooked for me last night,” she tells him sweetly.

He smiles and pinches her cheek. “Thanks puppy.”

“Do you want to come to mine again tonight?” he asks her. He had a rather good time with her last night. She was cute and sweet, as always, but he’d managed to get to know a different side of her when it was just the two of them in his penthouse.

Her eyes light up.“Oh, I’d really love to Mr. Styles,” she tells him, but the eagerness in her voice slowly fades away, “But I’ve got a physics quiz tomorrow and I promised myself I’d finish the practice problems he gave us when I got home from work.”

“That’s good,” he says, plucking the fork from her hand so that he could start feeding her himself. He pokes a carrot onto the fork and taps at her lips. “S’important to put your studies first, pet. M’proud of you.”

Oh gosh, y/n positively beams at that! She takes the carrot into her mouth, but can barely manage to chew because she’s smiling so hard. “What if we– um, hung out tomorrow night instead?” she stutters out nervously. “I’ll be free, and we could watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” he murmurs through his smile.

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“Guess what I brought!” y/n exclaims as she walks out of the elevator into Harry’s penthouse. He raises his eyebrow at her curiously as she fishes through her tote bag. “Popcorn! Do you want double butter or kettle corn?”

“Whichever you want pup. What movie are we watching?”

“I dunno, you pick while I go make the popcorn!” she calls out behind her.

He gets the couch ready, getting one big blanket out from his room (rather than two little blankets, in hopes that it might encourage a bit of cuddling) and a bunch of comfy pillows that he thinks she might appreciate. As he fiddles with the remote to find a good movie for them to watch, his chef’s nose picks up the smell of… burning food.

He shoots up from where he’d sat on the couch and scrambles to the kitchen, peeking his head in just to make sure y/n is okay. The smell of burnt popcorn is much more prominent here.

“Everything okay in here?” he asks quietly. She whips around, her thumb in her mouth, sucking on the pad of it. Her eyes are swimming with a mix of disappointment and fear.

“I burnt the popcorn,” she mumbles with a lisp, her finger still being sucked in her mouth.

“The popcorn isn’t important,” he says, brushing past the popcorn bag that has smoke filtering out of it. “Did you hurt yourself?”

A pout accompanies her sad nod. “I burnt my finger trying to get the bag open.”

“Let me see,” he murmurs, pulling her finger from her mouth. It’s not a terrible burn, but her delicate skin does look tender and a bit red. He turns on the tap and guides her finger under the running water, telling to keep it there while he gets a bandaid.

“M’sorry,” she says sadly. She sticks her finger out so that he could wrap it for her.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, pet.”

“But I burnt food in your fancy kitchen!” she whines like a child. “You’re always doing nice things for me, n’I couldn’t even make you some popcorn.”

“Hey, hey,” he says calmly, grabbing her chin. “Stop whining.” She shuts her mouth and looks up at him. “You don’t have t’do anything for me, okay sweetheart? I just like being with you.”

“But I wanted to treat you,” she sulks.

“My treat is having a cute little puppy in my kitchen.” A teasing smile pulls at his lips, and y/n can’t help but crack a smile as well. “I’ll be the chef, m’kay? You just sit here and be cute f’me.”

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“You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Styles when we’re not in the restaurant,” he tells her over the fanfare of 20th Century Fox blasting from the television.

She looks at him curiously. “What else would I call you then?”

“Harry,” he says simply.

She scrunches her nose. “I’ve called you Mr. Styles for so long. S’gonna take a while to grow out of it.”

Her nose is cute, Harry realizes. Also her eyes, and her lips. And how her hair frames her face. She’s so cute. “S’too professional,” he complains.

“You don’t mind it when all your other employees call you Mr. Styles,” she counters.

“That’s because I’m their superior.”

She raises her eyebrow. “You’re also my superior.”

“At work,” he emphasizes. “I’m your superior at work. But when it’s just us two, we’re equal.”

She’s taken aback a bit. She’d spent all this time being intimidated by the fact that he was her boss. Her superior. But with him laying the cards down straight, she feels comfortable. Relieved. As if a weight on her chest had been removed, and she can finally start indulging in the feelings that were bubbling there.

“Okay, Harry. I’ll try,” she says with a smile.

His eyes flicker down to her lips, then back up, as if nothing happened. However quick it might have been, though, y/n notices. It makes her cheeks grow hot. She tries to distract herself from the warm feelings growing in her tummy by leaning towards the coffee table and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn (courtesy of Harry). She slowly eats them, and Harry’s eyes are back on her lips, watching as she places each kernel in her mouth.

She offers some to him silently, holding a piece up and raising her eyebrow to ask if he wants one. He nods and opens his mouth.

She thinks she’s just going to plop it in his mouth, but Harry has other plans. When she brings the popcorn up to his lips, his hand comes up to wrap around her wrist, holding her hand there. He takes the piece of popcorn from her, and swallows it quickly. Then, he places a kiss against the pad of her thumb. Then her index finger, then her middle finger.

Each kiss is soft, his plushy lips puckering gently and lingering on her skin for a prolonged second before moving onto the next. When he’s out of fingers to kiss, he tilts his head and starts kissing down to her wrist. These kisses are just as soft, just as gentle, but somehow more erotic. They’re a bit more open mouthed, the wetness of his lips slicking her skin.

Y/n stares at him with her jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice shaky. His eyes are locked on hers, looking at her with a teasing glint as his teeth nip at the thin skin of her wrist.

She doesn’t know what to say. She’s speechless, words caught in her throat as Harry stops his descent of kisses down her wrist, and kisses the back of her hand instead.

“Do you like it,” he asks between kisses, “when I kiss you?” She nods, mesmerized by his low voice.

He releases her hand and pulls her close so that their faces are right in front of each other, then dips his head down to her ear. “What if I kissed you here?” he murmurs, his thumb pressing into a spot just behind her earlobe. She nods again, and he kisses where his thumb had just been.

A shiver runs down y/n’s spine when Harry starts another path downwards, kissing down her neck with gentle presses of his lips. Her neck is sensitive, super sensitive, and every kiss leaves a trail of goosebumps. She feels herself starting to get wet, and wraps her arms around Harry. Her hands slide over his broad shoulders to lock at the base of his neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give him more access. Harry expresses his appreciation by softly kissing at her throat. His hand comes up to hold her jaw, and she moans when he starts sucking a love bite.

He pulls away after he’s sucked enough to leave the spot sore, and looks at her with dark eyes. Fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck nervously, and she braves a look at his lips, which are extra pink after paying so much attention to her neck. She looks back up at him when his thumb brushes against her lips. “And if I kissed you here?” he asks. “Would you like that?”

She doesn’t even respond to him, lunging forward to lock their lips together in a heated kiss. He groans into her mouth when he feels her lips on his, his hand moving to grab her thigh. He guides it over his lap so that she’s straddling him, and she follows easily, propping herself up with one knee on either side of his hips. Their chests press together and she leans into him, pressing her lips harder against his, more desperately. Her tongue flickers forwards to tease the seam of Harry’s lips. Obviously, he receives this very well, opening up his mouth and letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

Feeling him all over her, with her tongue gliding hotly against hers, his firm chest against her supple breasts, and his large palms against her skin, sends electric arousal shooting through her entire body. Her core feels hot and tingly, wet against her panties, and she can’t help herself from brushing herself against Harry’s lap. He groans, and she does it again, pressing her hips more firmly down. There’s not much friction with all the layers separating them, but the pressure against her clit is enough to tame her for now.

His hands roam up from where they were resting on her hips, sliding over her ribs and back down, just desperate to feel all of her. He teases her by sliding his hands over her ass, and when she eagerly moans into his mouth, he palms her, his large hands groping to his heart's desire. He uses his grip on her ass to encourage her to grind down harder.

Her fingers grip onto his shoulders and she pulls away breathlessly. “Mr. Styles– I mean, sir– I mean– Harry!”

“What’s wrong puppy?” he coos, “Can’t think straight?”

She moans, grinding down harder. While she catches her breath, Harry goes back to kissing and sucking on her neck.

“I– more,” she whines, “I want more.”

“Yeah baby? What do you want?”

“S’not enough,” she says, still grinding on his lap. She wants to feel more, wants to cum!

“What if we took this little skirt off?” Harry says, tugging at the black skirt, a part of her waitressing uniform at Pleasing. The waitresses had an option of wearing black slacks, or a black skirt overtop a pair of black tights. She preferred the skirt, but had taken the tights off in the employee bathroom before they came over to Harry’s for the sake of comfortability.

She nods her head eagerly, letting him toy with the small zipper at the hip of the skirt. Once he has it unzipped, she untangles herself from him, standing up and letting the skirt fall to the floor. She’s left in one of her seamless nude thongs that she’d gotten at Target when they’d had a 7 for $20 deal. No fancy lingerie or lacy panties – just something comfortable that wouldn’t give her panty lines under her skirt.

Y/n stands a bit nervous under his gaze. His pupils are blown out, glazed over with lust as he looks at her head to toe. She looks so sexy like this, he thinks, with her hair all messy, wearing nothing but her panties and her white button down. Straight out of a playboy photoshoot or something, he reckons.

He spreads his legs and beckons her closer, his lap looking like an inviting place for her to sit and grind her clit on. But when she goes to straddle him as she had been just a second ago, he guides her, instead, to straddle his thigh. She’s confused for a second, and a bit disappointed. The idea of grinding on his clothed cock had aroused her quite a bit, and he was taking it away from her. But when she settles herself on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath her, she realizes why he had her reposition here.

His thick thighs feel so much better against her clit – firmer, so that she can grind down with more fervor. His smooth slacks make it easier for her to slip her hips forwards and backwards, and there’s no annoying zipper in the way to rub awkwardly against her. No… just a smooth terrain of thick muscle for her to rub herself against. Plus, she doesn’t have to worry about pressing down too hard on Harry’s cock. She’s free to press down as hard as she wants until she cums. :)

Harry’s hands are on her hips, thumbs gently dancing up and down her skin. To help her get started, he tightens his grip and guides her hips back and forth on his thigh. His lips are back on her neck, kissing from her collarbones to the center of her throat, up to her jawline. She whines when his lips graze her across her jaw and tease at her earlobe, biting down on it before kissing right underneath it. That spot below her ear sends jolts of pleasure through her body, tingling down her back and sparking at her core. She grinds down with even more passion.

Her fingers, which had been grabbing at his shoulders to brace herself as she rutted on his thigh, now slid up to meet at the back of his head. She tugs at his hair and pulls his head back from where he’d been sucking and kissing her neck. She watches him lick his swollen lips, before slotting her own between them again. She wanted to kiss him more, feel his tongue in her mouth and his teeth biting at her lips.

A sharp smack against her ass has her hips stuttering. She gasps into Harry’s mouth as his palm grabs and gropes her after he’d spanked her, and can’t help the high pitched moan that bursts out her throat. “Sir–” her whimper is cut off by another spank.

“S’that good pet?” he asks against her lips.

“Mhm,” she kisses him harder, “Again.”

His palm comes down again, and a muffled cry escapes through her lips, not letting his hand distract her from kissing him.

Harry can feel her tiring out, her hips slowing down a bit and grinding down in long, drawn out motions instead of the more desperate ones she’d started off with. So he helps her out a bit, his long fingers slipping to her front and finding her clit through her panties. He rubs it back and forth, using the slickness that soaked the thin piece of fabric covering her to make the friction smooth and pleasurable.

Wow, she hadn’t expected his fingers to feel so good. She’d spent a lot of time admiring them whenever he’d driven her home, his long, thick fingers, covered in rings. His left hand, decorated with his cross tattoo, his manly knuckles and wide palms. He just had amazingly attractive hands in general, and now they were on her, rubbing her clit, bringing her closer to her end. She imagines what it’d feel like to have one of those long fingers slide inside of her pussy, and clenches around nothing simply at the thought of it.

His fingers, his kiss, and her own wild imagination make her bubble over the edge, orgasm spilling and hips stuttering on his thigh as she feels herself fluttering with release. She collapses against his chest, and lets herself relax as his arms embrace her.

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Y/n is buzzing during her shift.

After their moment together last night, Harry had held her close and whispered nice things to her, about how pretty and sweet she was. They restarted the movie (considering they were a little… preoccupied when it had started) and watched it to its end, cuddled up with each other under Harry’s fuzzy blanket. Then, he’d driven her home.

Before she got out of his car, he stopped her. He delicately lifted her chin with two of his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Bye puppy,” he murmured between kisses, barely lifting his lips from hers. Then he’d patted her cheek, sending her off with butterflies in her tummy and a smile that’s been plastered on her face ever since.

She’s so giddy that even Grace notices. “What’s got you so smiley?” she teases when they pass each other in the back.

“Oh, nothing,” y/n responds casually. But the dreamy lilt to her voice and shy smile give her away.

“It’s not nothing! C’mon, you’ve gotta tell me–” Grace insists, but thankfully, she’s cut off by Alfredo.

“Y/n! Party of five in private room 3!” He pats at his glistening forehead with his sweat rag.

She leaves Grace with a teasing grin. “Gotta go!”

The private rooms were usually a nightmare to deal with. They were super expensive tables that people could reserve so that they could eat in privacy, usually for celebrities trying to avoid paps or groups celebrating private events. Now think about it – if the people who ate in the general dining hall were assholes, just imagine how annoying the diners of the private rooms were.

Despite all this, however, y/n’s happy mood couldn’t even be damped by anyone in the private room. She walks in with that same love-induced smile plastered on her face.

“Hi guys! I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get any drinks for you?” She does a quick scan around the table, and feels her heart skip a beat when she sees a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. She’d been wondering why she hadn’t seen Harry in his office when she came in for her shift.

Harry looks up at the sound of her voice, but his face remains stoic. No smile or teasing nicknames. Not even a hint of recognition. “Just water for me,” he says, before looking away.

She nods, trying not to feel hurt by his lack of acknowledgement, and takes everyone else’s orders as well. He’s having an important business dinner, obviously he’s not going to pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he did last night! But still, her heart deflates at the fact that he hadn’t even smiled at her. Whatever, though. It’s a business meeting, and he’s just being professional. It’s fine, everything’s fine.

As she’s getting the drinks ready, Alfredo approaches her, dragging another waitress behind himself. “Is this for room 3?” he asks her, pointing to the tray of water and cocktails. She nods. “Give this to Alyssa, she will be taking over for you. You can cover table 52 instead.”

“What? Why?” y/n asks, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Mr. Styles has requested a different waitress, I do not know why,” he waves her off. “Now quickly, get to your tables!”

Alyssa takes the tray of drinks from her and Alfredo hurries off to the kitchen, leaving y/n standing there dumbfounded. Why would Harry do that? Not only does she feel hurt that he barely acknowledged her, but… she’s embarrassed too! How awkward is it for the owner of the restaurant to say that they didn’t want you to be their waitress?

How had Harry gone from murmuring sweet nothings into her ear last night, to completely ignoring her today? And why would he request a different waitress? He’s never had an issue with being friendly with her while he’s at the restaurant! It was just last week that he defended her in front of the entire staff, made chef Edgar apologize to her and called her his favorite waitress!

With every thought, her heart drops a little bit. Was this all a game to him? Like – had he just taken advantage of her little crush to just get a quick hookup? But he’d been so genuine… how could he just ignore her? And then interfere with her job? Was this the type of boss he was? The kind to mess around with employees just to get them fired?

Any glimmer of happiness in her body has completely disappeared, and it’s taking everything in her to blink back her angry tears and go introduce herself to her new table.

Everything is definitely not fine.

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“Do you do this with all the new waitresses?”

Harry looks up from his desk to see y/n standing in front of the door, a pout on her lips. After he’d finished his meeting with some investors who were interested in opening up a new Pleasing location in New York, he’d come back into his office to send some emails regarding what they’d discussed at dinner. He hadn’t paid much attention when he heard the knock at his door, but of course he’s happy that it’s y/n. He’s just… a bit confused about what she’s talking about.

“What?” he asks, lowering his laptop screen.

“Do you give all of them rides home? And then invite them over and go all sweet on them and then start ignoring them once you hook up with them?” Her eyes start to glaze over, and her chin wrinkles as she tries to stop her lip from quivering.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Harry stands up from his desk. “Y/n, what are you talking about?”

“Cos that’s really shitty of you to do!” she says, sniffling as the first tears break from her waterline. “Like– even if you wanted to play me or ghost me or whatever, you don’t have to interfere with my job!” She wipes the tears away angrily, “Do you know how embarrassing it is to have the owner of the restaurant say they don’t want you to serve them? You might as well fire me at this point.”

“Hey– no, it’s not like that,” he tries to explain, but she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you,” she says, voice breaking as more tears fall down her cheeks, “But you were so nice! I didn’t think you’d do this… I-I feel so stupid.”

“Y/n. Stop it.” he says sternly, stepping in front of her. “It’s not like that at all. I was in a business meeting, I had to be professional. Obviously I couldn’t be sweet on you the way I always am.”

“I get that!” she snaps. “But why’d you have Alyssa replace me? Like, I was just doing my job, and I wasn’t being unprofessional or anything. It was so uncalled for!”

“The men that I work with are not good people. When you took our drink orders, they made vulgar comments about you. It made me upset, so I requested someone else to serve us.” He raises his eyebrow to see if she has any remarks, but she remains silent eyes glued on the floor. He lifts her chin so that she looks at him. “And just for the record, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never, ever gotten involved with an employee, never given them rides, or invited them to my home. You’re the only one,” he murmurs. “And m’not gonna let my feelings for you interfere with your job.”

She sniffles. “Oh.”

He can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips. “You’re silly,” he says, pulling her into his arms. She smushes her cheek into his chest, feeling a little bit embarrassed at her reaction to the situation that he’d so calmly explained to her. “How long did you spend worrying your pretty head over this, hm? I hate seeing you cry, puppy.”

“M’sorry,” she bleats. “I was overdramatic.” Her hands wrap around his middle and grab at his shirt, holding him close.

He looks down at her and smooths her hair back softly. “S’okay puppy. Just talk to me about this stuff, okay? Especially if we plan on becoming… y’know, more serious.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Okay.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he coos.

She nods, looking up at him with her chin propped against his chest. He gives her a sweet peck.

“Now if you’ll let me, I’d like to take you to mine and do some more kissing.”

Y/n agrees without a smidge of hesitation.

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“I want to take you out on a date.”

It was y/n’s day off, but Harry found himself missing her a bunch, so he’d texted her to see if she was free. She responded with a “yes!!!” and he’d told her he’d pick her up in an hour so that they could go out.

When he went and picked her up, she walked down to his car wearing the cutest little sundress, pink and flowery, with her hair tied up and out of her face. He took her to a little cafe by the park, where he ordered himself an iced black coffee and got her the sugary drink she’d requested, and they sat together under a tree on the grass. Harry’s back rested against the tree, and y/n sat next to him with her legs draped across his lap. A pair of dark sunglasses shielded his eyes.

“Call me crazy, but this right here kinda feels like a date,” she teased when he said that, sipping on her drink. “Am I getting too ahead of myself?”

“No puppy, like a proper date,” he says. “Where I take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

Despite how giddy the thought of going on a Real Date with Harry makes her, she protests. “Harry, you don’t have to do all that–” she exclaims, but Harry cuts her off.

“The only problem is,” he continues, “I can’t take you to my own restaurant, because that would be weird. But I also don’t want t’take you out to dinner at any other restaurant, cos the food won’t be good.” He’s picky and only wants to give her the best… and nothing is better than his own cooking. “So I was thinking… I could cook something for you. And we could treat it like a date?”

She smiles at him and leans in for a kiss. “I’d love to do all that with you. But you know I’m fine with just… coffee dates and hanging out at your apartment, right? We don’t have to do fancy things.”

“I want to,” he says, puckering his lips against hers. He wants to treat her to fancy things and show her his appreciation. It’s his way of showing that he’s serious about her.

Her smile spreads as she pulls away. “I’m excited! What are you gonna make me?”

“What do you want me to make you?”

“Hmm,” she muses. Harry’s hand comes up to hold hers and he looks at her fondly, a dimple in his cheek as he smiles at her. If he weren’t wearing his sunnies, she would’ve been able to see his eyes glimmering with adoration. “Surprise me.”

So, on the following Friday, Harry picks y/n up from her physics discussion and brings her back to his place. They’d decided that (for the sake of spending as much time together as possible) she’d pack a bag of her stuff to stay the night at his, and just come over straight after she was done with classes. And while Harry was cooking their food and getting the balcony ready for them to eat on, y/n went into his bedroom to get changed.

“Y’already look so pretty though,” he’d told her when she pulled away from his kisses to go get ready.

“Thanks,” she blushed. “But I wanna get dressed up. Y’know, since this is our first real date and all.” She knows that taking her on a proper date is kind of a big deal for Harry, so she’s taking it just as seriously as he is. She showered that morning, shaved and exfoliated everywhere, did an extended skincare routine, and brought a bunch of makeup and one of her prettiest dresses so that she could get all dolled up for him. Her dress is a little black satin number that cuts off just a bit above her mid thigh, and a dainty necklace rests on her collarbones, which are on display thanks to the thin spaghetti straps of her dress.

She also puts on a pair of pretty heels that click against his hardwood floors as she walks out to the kitchen. “Harryyy,” she calls out. She finds him in the kitchen, a pair of oven mitts on his hands as he takes a large pan out of the oven. He turns around with the baked food still in his hands when he hears her call out his name, and his jaw drops when she walks in.

Y/n is pretty every day, no matter if she’s in her waitressing uniform, her uni sweatshirt, or her flowy sundress. But when she’s all dressed up, wearing a sexy little dress that shows off her legs and her neck and shoulders… wow. Harry puts the food on a cooling rack, approaches her with the oven mitts still on his hands, and kisses her hungrily.

His oven-mitt covered hands rest on her hips and she has to bend backwards to support the force of Harry’s kiss. “Baby,” he groans, “y’look so gorgeous.”

And gosh, there’s just something about when Harry calls her baby that makes her weak in the knees! “Thank you,” she manages to giggle between his incessant kissing. She has to pry her lips from him by pushing on his shoulders. “What did you make?” she asks, a bit breathless.

Harry’s kisses migrate down to her neck – he just can’t get enough of her. She smells so sweet, and this dress… god, it’s doing things to him. Her soft skin, exposed so openly for his lips to kiss and suck on… how could he resist? “Parmigiana di Melanazane,” he mutters with his lips pressed against her skin. He was addicted to her.

“Is it ready yet?” she asks, trying to ignore the way his breath was tickling at her sensitive spot.

He pulls away reluctantly, his eyes still hungry. He pushes his hair out of his face and tries to compose himself, “Yes. I just have to set the table.”

“M’kay,” she says prettily. He releases her and goes to the cabinet to take out their plates. While he’s distracted, she floats over to the pan he’s pulled out of the oven. It smells so good, she can’t help but hover over it…

“Owie!” she yelps, snatching her finger back from where she’d accidentally touched the hot pyrex glass. “Harry, I hurt myself,” she whines.

“Baby,” he coos gently, putting down the plates and rushing to her side. “Why are y’going around touching hot things?”

“Didn’t mean to,” she says with a pout. Harry holds her hand, bringing the burnt finger up to his lips and pressing a long kiss to the tingling pad.

“Can’t leave you alone in the kitchen without you hurting yourself,” he scolds, now sucking her finger into his mouth to try and soothe the pain. “Should make you sit in the bedroom, away from anything hot or dangerous.”

She humphs, “It was an accident! Don’t kick me out of your kitchen please.” She pouts up at him with her cute, begging eyes.

He kisses her finger one last time, relenting. “Do you think I can trust you to carry the drinks out to the balcony or are y’gonna find a way to hurt yourself with those too?”

She rolls her eyes. “No, sir,” she says sassily.

He smacks her ass as she walks out with a bottle of chilled wine. “Watch it, puppy.”

The scene he’s set up for them is gorgeous. His balcony is decorated with fairy lights that brighten the table just enough for them to be able to see each other, and a few romantic candles have been lit in front of them. A fancy tablecloth and place mats are already on the table, along with a folded napkin that held their cutlery.

Harry comes out from behind her, holding two plates of food that he places on either end of the table. Then, he pulls out a chair for y/n to take a seat.

They wine and dine, y/n telling him all about the new book she’s reading (it’s this crazy book about this super smart physicist who discovers how to travel between the multi-verses) and Harry telling her about the trip he has to make to Milan soon for a charity dinner he attends annually.

When they’re done, she helps him take the dishes inside and puts them in the sink. He insists that she goes and relaxes while he does the dishes, so she wanders towards his bedroom, snooping around the artwork in the halls and the books on his shelves. He has a bunch of European philosophy books, books by Camus, Kafka, and Rousseau. She wouldn’t expect any less – he seems like the type to be well read in that kind of stuff.

Her fingers graze the spine of one of the books, The Stranger, tracing over the engravings of the title. She doesn’t hear Harry step into the bedroom, only realizing she wasn’t alone when his hands slide onto her hips. He rests his chin on her shoulder, linking his fingers in front of her.

“I had to read this book for school,” she says, earning a hum from Harry in response. “It was so fucking boring.”

He snorts. “Are you insulting my taste in books, puppy?”

“Just saying,” she shrugs, turning around to face him. “You should read that book I was tellin’ you about,” she says with a cute smile. Her hands come up to play with the collar of his suit, a tan plaid pattern, over top a baby blue button down, paired with some tan pants. His brown hair rests atop his head in chocolate swirls.

Harry looks down at her with a fond look, eyes glimmering as an extension of the soft smile on his face. He puckers his lips, and she leans up on her tippy toes to kiss them for him.

“Maybe I’ll get a copy and read it on my flight,” he says, referencing the trip he’d be making in about a week.

She frowns. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Won’t be gone for long,” he reassures her, his hands releasing her hips to cup her face. “Only a week.”

She leans up for another kiss. “Too long.”

His thumb rubs her cheek sweetly, “I’ll call you every night.” Another kiss.

“Not the same.” Kiss.

“Puppy…” he growls. One of his hands slides from where he’d been cupping her face into her hair, gently gripping her roots and tugging her head back so that she can’t keep pecking his lips. “Stop complaining before I’ll give y’something to really whine about.”

She looks up at him with a pout. He ignores it, and kisses down her throat instead. He can feel the whimpers climbing up her throat, her desperation growing as she grabs at his shirt.

He starts walking her backwards, each step punctuated with a kiss until the backs of her knees hit his bed and she topples backwards. Her hair halos behind her and she looks up at Harry, who stands tall, proudly between her legs. He’s looking at her the way a predator looks at his prey, unbuttoning the wrists of his dress shirt and rolling them up his arms.

“Gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?” he asks, getting down on his knees at the foot of the bed, between her spread legs. She props herself up on her elbows to get a better view. He grabs her left leg, and props her foot against his chest, the sharp high heel digging into his shirt as he works on undoing the clasp at her ankle. When it’s off, he throws the shoe behind him and puts her leg over his shoulder. “Asked you a question, puppy,” he mutters darkly, unclasping her other shoe in the same method.

She nods dumbly as he kisses up her calf, lips puckering against the soft skin as he appreciates every inch of her body. He looks up at her as his kisses migrate from her calf to her thigh, inching closer towards her center. His hands slide up her thighs as well, paving the way for his lips, slowly inching that tiny dress of hers up, and up, and up, until it’s bunched around her hips.

Her tiny panties are sheer and white, her pretty pussy on display through the see-through material. She had a feeling that tonight would be ending in a special way, so she’d cleaned up well and worn lingerie that made her feel sexy. Harry appreciates it very much, kissing around her panty line at the seam of her thigh. His nose brushes against the soft material, and his teeth bite at its edges lightly.

He hovers over her center, hot breath fanning over her clit, before pressing a kiss to it through the fabric of her panties. She exhales shakily and bites her lip.

Considering how his head is sandwiched between her thighs, he doesn’t bother with pulling her underwear down her legs. He just pulls the center of it to the side, exposing her lips. Without much thought, he slides his tongue through her slick folds, tasting her. A dark groan rumbles through his chest.

The broad of his tongue sensually runs up and down her folds, spreading his spit all over her and mixing with her slickness. His mouth feels hot against her, lapping up the sweetness leaking out of her pussy. He pulls back and looks at her, all shiny and wet. Her clit, sitting prettily like a pearl, is half hidden under the hood. He brings his hand up to reveal her clit fully to him, a soft, sensitive button that he’s dying to push. He looks up at her, makes sure that he’s making eye contact with her, before fully letting himself devour her.

His tongue swirls around her clit, first going up and down, then side to side, the back to up and down because he finds it gets more of a reaction out of her. Simultaneously, he’s sucking on her clit, creating pressure that intensifies any of his movements. Y/n lets herself collapse against the bed, moaning out loudly as he ravages her clit.

His moves a bit south, now lapping at her slit to suck up everything that’s leaking out of her. He teases her entrance, pushing his tongue through her lips and into her heavenly pussy. It feels strange at first, to have his tongue inside of her, but as he curls it upwards and continues licking her the way he’d been doing to her clit, she finds her hips rutting up to feel him even deeper inside. His eyes close and he groans, pressing his face into her. It’s still not enough, so he grabs her hips and hoists her up against her face.

He closes his eyes and groans, pressing his face into her. His nose bends as it presses against her clit and he loses himself in bliss as he lavishes her sweetness.

Y/n is crying out to the ceiling, feeling her belly burning as Harry goes back up to her clit and sucks it with no remorse. Her hips are twitching and her heels press into Harry’s back, a feeble attempt at grounding herself as she’s consumed by him.

As she gets closer and closer to her release, her thighs start to tighten around his head. Her soft flesh presses against his temples, and it just sends him further into his pussy-clouded dreams. Her gentle hands slide down to hold his, and she cums with their fingers interlaced.

Harry feels her cunt clenching and unclenching as she cums, hips stuttering and her soft voice cracking around her moans. He releases her hips and pulls himself away from the safe haven between her thighs. His lips are slick and swollen from how hard he’d been eating her out, and his tongue darts out to lick up any of her sweetness that lingers on his lips.

Her legs that had been positioned on his shoulders now fall to the bed as he rises and climbs on top of her, finding her lips. He kisses her as her arms wrap around his shoulders, threading through the short hair at the nape of his neck. His hands wrap around her back and find the satin ribbon that holds her dress together, pulling on it to unravel the bow. The thin straps fall down her shoulders, the fitted waist loosening as the ribbon unties, and Harry pries his lips from hers so that he can help her shimmy out of the dress.

She hadn’t worn a bra under this dress (she didn’t have one that didn’t clash with the backless design), so as he pulls the straps down her arms, he exposes her breasts. They lay relaxed and soft, gravity flattening them out a bit as she lays with her back against the bed. Her nipples are peaked with arousal, and Harry’s mouth waters. He drags the satin fabric down the rest of her body, hooking his fingers into her panties when he reaches her hips, and strips her down all in one go. Her clothes lay discarded in a pile on the floor, and Harry once again looks down at her from between her legs.

She lays so delicately on his bed, her hands coming up to timidly cover her breasts while Harry devors her with his eyes. Contrastingly to how she covers her tits, however, she spreads her legs for him. Her clit looks puffy and raw from Harry’s lips and tongue, and her entrance pulses invitingly, urging him to stuff his cock in.\

He makes haste to unbutton his shirt, tugging it off within a minute. Y/n’s eyes widen.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathes. His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his arms… she wants to lick every single part of him. She can see his muscles, see how hard and thick and meaty they are. And the ink… “I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.” She’d seen a sneak peek of them, from the cross tattoo on his hand and the other miscellaneous tattoos that lined his wrist. But that was the extent of what she’d seen.

“Y’like them?” he asks cockily. She loves them. He can see it in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. Her hands leave her breasts to cover her face, hiding her eyes from him. He tsks. “What’s wrong, puppy? Why are you hiding?”

“You’re just… so hot,” she whines, her words muffled from behind her hands.

He can’t help but chuckle lowly, climbing on top of her. “Y’gonna make me blush, baby,” he teases, pulling her hands off her face. Her eyes are lustful and burning with desire, a sharp contrast to the dreamy look she usually has whenever they kiss. Tonight, she’s hungry for him.

Her hands trace down his front, over his chest and over his abs, until she reaches his pants. She unbuttons them for him and sticks her hand in, fingers teasingly grazing his cock over his briefs. His gaze darkens, eyebrows furrowing. “Take it out,” he demands. She obeys eagerly.

She sneaks her hand into his briefs and feels his bare cock for the first time, warm and velvety to the touch. It’s large, her fingers barely being able to wrap around his girth as she pulls him out. His tip is dark pink, bubbling with precum, and his shaft feels soft against her palm as she starts to teasingly pump him. She doesn’t feel enough slickness around him, so she curls her thumb over his tip and smears his precum down, reducing the uncomfortable friction that comes with a dry handjob.

Harry watches her hand moving up and down, delicately jerking him off. Her fingers look so soft compared to his hard cock, thick and pulsing as she plays with him. He bites his lip and gently thrusts himself into her hand. His pants and briefs still hang around his hips, but it doesn’t bother either of them considering how they’re so caught up in feeling each other.

He puts his weight onto one arm, his other hand resting over her hand on his cock. His hand is larger than hers, fully covering it and wrapping around his cock as they glide over his cock together. He guides their hands together, up and down, really smearing his slickness all over, and getting him worked up.

When he really can’t handle it anymore, he pulls away and gets off the bed to grab a condom. His pants hang low on his waist as he searches through his bedside table, and he sticks the wrapped condom between his teeth while he shuffles out of his clothes. He wastes no time in climbing back on top of y/n, who spreads her legs for Harry to get between.

He sits on his knees, cock so hard that it’s bobbing up and down, and sheathes himself with the condom. Then, he hoists her by her hips so that her lower back rests on his thighs and her pussy is lined up with his erection. He paints his tip up and down her slit, before pushing in slowly. It takes a couple thrusts of just the tip for her pussy to really open up to him, and then he’s able to push himself almost all the way in. It’s a snug fit, but her plushy walls are so wet and swollen that it almost feels like she’s sucking him in.

Y/n’s sweet moans ring through his bedroom, crying out at how Harry stretches her out so well. His fingers dimple the plump skin on her hips, gripping her tightly in order to control himself. He doesn’t want to start ramming into her, considering how her tiny pussy can barely fit how thick he is, but it’s taking a lot of self control.

Y/n, on the other hand, doesn’t care about the slight burn she feels as he stuffs his cock in her. All she wants is to feel him deeper, rutting up her hips to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Look at you, puppy, rutting up on me,” he hisses. “So desperate for me to stuff you full, hm?”

She moans and lifts her hands up, reaching out to grab onto Harry in some way. He releases her hips and holds her hands for her, leaning his weight forward so that he’s now hovering above her and pinning her hands down to the bed. His hips start to gain force and speed, thrusting into her at a regular pace now. Her tits jump up and down with each pump, and she cranes her neck into the pillows, overwhelmed with pleasure. Her eyes are closed with bliss, eyebrows furrowed.

“Harry,” she whines, “feels so good.”

“Yeah baby?” He grunts, bringing a hand down to play with her clit. Her pussy clenches around him in response, her entire body jerking as he rubs her sweet spot. Her moans bubble out of her throat without any restraint, parallel to how her orgasm starts bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She throws an arm over her face, overwhelmed as Harry pounds into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit in tight circles. It only takes a little bit more of that before she’s falling apart on his cock.

Harry keeps rubbing her, even as she’s cumming, and revels in the feeling of how she squeezes him as her orgasm washes over her. Her voice is cracking from how intensely she feels, eyes almost watering with orgasm-induced tears. Harry kisses down her neck erotically, his lips naturally inclined to the spot below her ear that he loves sucking on so much. He must’ve been a vampire in another life, with how often he finds himself licking, sucking, biting, and loving on her neck.

He pulls out as she comes down from her high, then taps her ass. “Flip over, puppy,” he commands. She flips around onto her hands and knees, but finds that she’s too shaky to hold herself up. Her top half collapses onto the bed, her back arched and ass high in the air. “M’gonna cum on your ass, okay?”

She nods her head, face pressed against the pillows.

Harry yanks off the condom and jerks himself off roughly. Her slickness coats his cock and makes the glide easy. His own hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as hers did, but the sight of her, head down, ass up, in front of him, is plenty to get him off. He cums with a low groan, thick spurts of cum landing on the rounds of her ass, all the way up to her back. He takes a second to take in the sight of it, taking a mental picture for him to think back to while he was in Milan.

She lays there, fingers gripping the sheets by the side of her head, while Harry climbs off the bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a hand towel. He wipes his cum off her back before it gets dry and crusty and yucky, then flips her around so that he can look at her face.

Her cheeks are glowing and her eyes glimmer with a post-orgasm glow. Her lips look swollen and so kissable, that Harry can’t help but lean down to peck her with a soft smile. “How was that?” he asks gently.

She looks up at him with dreamy eyes. “You… are so good at that,” she bubbles, words slurred sleepily. Her body is buzzing with the remnants of the most intense orgasm she’s had like… ever. Her legs feel like jello, her fingers are tingly, and she can’t even close her legs all the way because her pussy is so sensitive.

He gives her that cock smirk of his, a half smile that dimples one of his cheeks while his eyes glimmer mischievously. “Did I make you feel good?”

She nods. “Give me ten minutes to regain feeling in my legs and we can go again.”

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They go once more, a lot softer this time, with lots of kissing. Harry thrusts into her gently, the curls on the top of his head falling into his face as he hovers over her. Soft sighs and whimpers fall from y/n’s lips, muffled occasionally by Harry’s continuous kisses. He alternates between pecking her cheeks and down her neck, sucking and biting her bottom lip, and letting his tongue lick into her mouth hotly, each kiss garnering a new pleased reaction from y/n. And when they finally come, their hands are intertwined, Harry thrusting into her deeply and letting himself spurt out into the condom. His abdomen twitches while y/n coos at him softly, and he doesn’t pull out until he’s positive his swollen balls have nothing more to give.

“Are you the kind of person who likes baths after sex?” y/n asks him shyly. He’s really not, but with the way y/n is looking up at him all soft and sweet, obviously he’s gonna say yes.

“Only if there’s a pretty girl in there with me,” he teases.

She smiles and sits up on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Harry senses that she’s feeling a bit shy now that her orgasmic haze is fading away, so he offers her the baby blue button up he’d been wearing earlier. She’s dumbfounded at how easily he can read her.

As she buttons up the shirt, Harry slips on a pair of briefs and goes to his master bathroom to turn the bath on. His bathroom has a freestanding tub that sits in front of a window, overlooking his incredible view of the city. The view that only three million or more dollars can buy you.

He’s honestly not much of a bath person, preferring cold morning showers after his workouts, so his tub is shiny and clean. He turns the faucet on and makes sure that the water is warm before heading back into his bedroom. Y/n has buttoned his shirt up all the way and looks like an angel, sitting on his bed patiently waiting for him. Her eyes find him as soon as he walks in and she looks at him cutely, with those big, puppy eyes, waiting for her next command.

He holds his hand out, beckoning her to him. She gets up immediately and wobbles towards him, legs shaky and pussy still sore. He can’t help the smile that spreads on his face – he doesn't like the fact that she’s in pain! But… the fact that it’s his cock that’s gotten her all weak in the knees… that definitely does something to him. He hopes she doesn’t notice the weak twitch his already sensitive and overworked cock gives.

He guides them into the bathroom and shuts off the water, the tub now pleasantly full and ready to fit the two of them. He lets her get undressed and get in the bath first, then strips and follows her in. He knows that he takes up a lot of space, with long legs and bulky arms, so he’d been a bit worried that this whole bath thing would be awkward. But y/n leaves plenty of room for him to get in behind her, and easily snuggles herself into his hold when he’s in. He sits down with his back against the edge of the tub and his legs spread open, with y/n sitting between them. She scoots back and lays down on him, with her back against his chest.

His hands instinctively find somewhere on her body to touch, fingers tracing up and down her arms as she soaks and relaxes in his hold. She’s so still and quiet that he almost thinks she’s fallen asleep – that is, until she lets out the softest giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your dick is tickling my back.” She giggles again.

He snorts. “Shut up, puppy.”

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HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED!!! PART THREE WILL BE POSTED ON MY PATREON ON MONDAYYYYYYY :) CHECK IT OUT HERE!

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systlin · 2 years

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Things I Have Seen In The Course Of My Job;

1. People trying to climb the fence to fish in the wastewater treatment pond

2. A couple of minor dust explosions

3. A grain silo imploding

4. A Lot of dudes who get very angry that a woman is telling them to do things

5. Truck Driver Lesbians (many)

6. Trans Truck Driver Lesbians With A Dog (highlight of my career)

7. A tornado take a wall off a dorm building (students all safe in shelter)

8. Elder Truck Driving Lesbian Who Repairs Aircraft As A Side Job, Seriously Laurie How Are You That Cool (Laurie clocked me as queer before I did)

9. Many, many many medical emergencies involving existing health conditions

10. Not all of those emergencies had good outcomes

11. Fires (many)

12. Some Dude calling weekly to complain that we were trying to poison him by putting rocket fuel in his water. The plant I worked at processed corn into cattle feed and corn syrup. I hope that dude is ok tbh.

13. Workplace drama at the sites oh my god. You could run a soap opera based on entirely factual events of any industrial plant on this planet no problem.

14. People trying to climb the fence to SWIM in the wastewater treatment pond. Why.

15. So much free pizza.

16. TBH so much free food in general.

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engeorged · 2 months

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Gainerbots 5

A few more. I’ve tested these out a lot more and these are the best three from the latest batch. One feeder and two gainers. Let me know what I should do next!

Matt Cubicle Feeder - Matt is a shy nerd you share a cubicle with in your soul destroying desk job. He’s hardly spoken to you before but recently he’s been doing a cookery class and bringing in the food do you to try. You have no idea but he is secretly feeding you up and you begin to blow-up

Christoph A-Lister - Christoph is a very attractive a list celebrity who has been playing a superhero for 12 years. He has just left the franchise and is keen to establish himself as a real actor. He’s working with a genius director who wants him to gain 75lbs of solid belly to play an ex rugby player. He comes to you, a personal trainer to help him get fat.

Pete Cornfed - (My favourite!!) You run a farm and you’ve been advertising for some help over the harvest and Pete lumbers in. He’s a giant at 6’6 and is solid corn fed beef. He has muscles on muscles. He’s dumb but can work a farm. You offer him a job that doesn’t pay well but he can eat with you in the evenings. He has a huge appetite

#gainer fiction #belly expansion #gay gainer #male gaining #stuffing #belly fiction #gainer stories #stuffing art #gainer artwork #gainerbot #gainerchatbot #ai chatbot #feederbot #gainer story

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keirawantstocry · 9 days

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With Fit’s recent Stardew Valley streams (and I think Tubbo’s too? Haven’t checked up on him for awhile) Maybe a Fitpacbo Stardew Valley fic?

I don't know anything about stardew but I'm going to try my best!!

Tubbo loved living on a farm. He honestly did. At first when Fit had said he had inherited a farm in a small town and he wanted to check it out with all of them, Tubbo had expected to be back in the city within the week. But that wasn't what happened.

Sunny loved the countryside. For hours and hours she ran around the fields and forests with Ramon and Richas at her heels. They begged to keep the house as the boys stood behind her with big sad eyes. Very quickly they converted Pac to their side, leaving only Tubbo and Fit as the voices of reason.

“Wellllll,” Fit said in a drawn out voice. “Technically we could stay as long as we like.”

“ARE YOU SIDING WITH THEM RIGHT NOW?”

Fit made a sheepish expression. “Oh, cmon Tubbo. It's nice out here.” He wrapped his arm around his boyfriend, knocking their heads together.

Tubbo groaned. “I hate you guys.”

“No you don't,” Pac said with a smile as he swung Ramón up into his arms. “Because we can win you over. Watch.”

In unison the kids all stuck out their bottom lips, dipping their eyebrows low on their faces to look up at him with the saddest eyes. Tubbo hesitated as he saw literal tears in Pac’s eyes. “Fine!” he said, throwing his hands up. “You guys fucking win.”

The kids cheered.

Tubbo grew to love it. He loved the sun beating down on his back during a long day working on machines. He loved watching Pac and Fit bicker over where to put the seeds in their garden. He loved laying out in the grass explaining to Ramón how different machines they used on the farm worked. He loved watching the kids run around with the chickens, feeding them old corn and bits of grass. But most of all, he loved how small the house was.

It was a strange thing to like perhaps. Odd that he would prefer the close proximity. But he did. There was something so incredibly intimate about the way Pac pulled him into bed to lay out on his body as Fit scored loudly beside them. There was something about the way Sunny would run in after having a nightmare and curl up next to Pac who would sing to her in Portuguese until she fell asleep.

It felt like home in a way he hadn't felt in ages.

And if a stupid farm in the countryside was what got him that feeling then so be it.

#fitpacbo #poly morning crew #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #q!tubbo #q!pac #q!fit #qsmp shipping #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp ramón #qsmp richarlyson #my knowledge of this game #comes from like ten minutes of fit's first stream #and a video my brother made me watch in like 2018 sooooo

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 5 months

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i think the most annoying part of dog food discourse is how many people will act as though proplan/hill’s/Royal canin diets aren’t extremely and prohibitively expensive and that THAT is the reason so many people look into healthy alternatives.

People complain about corn being in the first five ingredients on most of those feeds because, regardless of other factors here, that is not an expensive ingredient. But it makes up a large chunk of the dry food. So the dry food should be fairly affordable, right?

Oh… with tax you’re spending about $100 for one 45lb bag of food where the third ingredient is wheat and the fourth and fifth ingredients are corn.

Oh… well! It’s slightly cheaper! But the second ingredient is rice, third is wheat, fourth is corn, and then fifth is poultry byproduct. None of those are very expensive so this just must be the low end cost of dog food unfortunately. The vets recommend it so surely that means prices aren’t inflated, right?

Oh? This one has similar ingredients with the only real difference being no corn? And it’s half the price?? Well surely that’s just a fluke.

Oh. Oh no.

This one even has CORN in it and it’s $20 cheaper?? Wow!

Like listen at some point I don’t care if your dog food has the ichor of the gods in it, I’m not spending $100 every five days if there are cheaper options with just as many “good” ingredients in it. If you think I’m a dog abuser because I can’t afford this overpriced garbage, that’s too bad. I don’t care. My dogs are perfectly healthy with the food I give them. Great weight and great coat. People giving dog food recommendations that aren’t those top three hyper-expensive dog foods aren’t trying to epic own those dastardly vets half the time, but I really don’t blame the ones who do lose trust in vets when the only heartworm protection they recommend lately are expensive triple-action brands like Simparica Trio that costs $120+ as opposed to the other heartworm protections that are only about $40-$60 on average, which is still cheaper even if you add on a $20-$40 flea and tick protection separately, and only recommend dog food that costs $85+ a bag even if your dog doesn’t have specialized dietary needs.

Those top three foods are GREAT at making competent prescription diets, I don’t deny that. I do still have to criticize the pricing of those prescription diets though because I have spoken to DOZENS of people who had to pull their pets off of a prescription diet and struggle to find something comparable because they couldn’t afford the food, and that’s terrible! These are not poor companies! Purina, Royal Canin, and Hill’s can ABSOLUTELY afford to lower their prices to make their food accessible to people who need it for their animals but they don’t. They probably never will. Because at the core they are run by greedy corporations. It doesn’t matter how many good nutritionists are on board if the company is run by people who put profits over customers and make the food impossible for people to afford.

#I keep seeing posts from people on both sides of this #and it is frustrating to see how many vets don’t seem to acknowledge #that a MASSIVE part of the dog food debate has and always will be #the inaccessibility of these three brands #because whether corn is good or bad or neutral for a dog #It’s a cheap ingredient #any meat byproducts are a cheap ingredient #wheat in any form is a cheap ingredient #rice is a cheap ingredient #they aren’t putting Diamond dust and gold flakes in the kibble it’s very accessible and affordable ingredients for the most part #and many comparatively smaller companies use very similar ingredients and make food people can actually afford #So yeah when people look at these factors it does make them distrust vets who will almost exclusively push expensive brands #and that’s where the distrust is coming from #it’s not primarily smug tiktok kids who think they know everything #it’s just people who have less money than you and get treated like they care less for their animals because of it lol #and people who feel scammed because anything veterinary is already expensive to the point not everyone can afford it as regularly as needed #the fact people have to give pets vaccines themselves to make ends meet because most vets charge so much just to walk in the door #is a sign of a larger problem #I criticize people who avoid taking animals with surprise sickness or injuries to the vet #but it’s not exactly hard to see why that isn’t even an option for a lot of people #people can’t even afford surgery on themselves if they’re suddenly injured out of the blue in this country #So I can’t pretend to be shocked they don’t have $10k squirreled away if something unavoidable happens to a pet #no one is entitled to an animal they can’t afford yes yes but a routine vet visit shouldn’t be $600-$1000 per animal sorry #give me a copay or something

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mezmer · 5 months

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Here I will explain why my blog banner describes me as an anti sugar activist. I try to be as "scientific" as my brain and heart allow, but I value my experience over scientific studies even if they support my view, huge ridiculous autist sugar post incoming

Sugar is highly addictive for most people. The problem is way more dire than we act like it is. Added to foods you wouldn't even think to include sugar. The link between sugar and obesity, endocrine disruption, general inflammation and malaise, disease, diabetes, your teeth rotting out, and even cancer, is undeniable no matter what articles or studies you try to dig up. not many people want to admit how bad it is. People who enjoy sugar, who might say "you only live once! It's not like I'm shooting heroin" suffer weird problems and assume it's something else. Children set up for a lifetime of failure because their parents don't pay attention to their sugar intake at all. I have a very drastic example of this I won't go into much detail about, but a set of parents close to me are feeding their daughter extreme amounts of sugar. She has a learning disability and is a very intense child. I've hinted at the sugar link and everyone is in denial.

I have baby sat this child and gotten her to eat organic wheat bread PB and J with a no sugar added, all fruit jam.. happily told her parents who did not care at all. It was such a feat to me. Everyone knows a picky child. It's worse than you think. This is a gateway drug and I'm totally serious. I said I would not go into great detail... I too was raised on welch's fruit snacks, "pancake syrup", sprite, Kool aid, and worst of all I was allowed to put as much sugar that I wanted into my tea. My parents were wonderful, they just didn't think or know how bad it was to do this

I've struggled with a sugar addiction before and since getting clean from drugs and seen the effects of it firsthand. The most obvious to be seen from the outside that I can make people believe is my struggle with acne. We know bacteria feeds off of sugar. This is why people who drink sugary drinks are at risk for UTIs. If bacteria enters their bladder, sugar makes it grow. Well no amount of washing my face, bentonite clay masks, washing my pillow cases, wearing a bonnet, would make the acne go away. Recently I tried to only eat a certain pint of ice cream thinking less sugar would help. It didn't and I'm over two weeks off of all sugar that isn't naturally occuring in honey and fruit. Crazy how natural sugar does not feed the bacteria and hormonal disruption. I've been in this cycle more than once. Not only does the acne go away, my face appears radiant every time. Breakouts as soon as I relapse. Maybe you are thinking, this is a bunch of hogwash and I eat little cakes often without a problem. That's fine. I know addicts who have used meth for 30 years and you wouldnt wonder much about them. Smokers who lived to 80. Sugar doesn't do me any good at all.

Neither my mom, who was just put on a medication with awful side effects because she is developing diabetes. Her doctor (doctor she's had for decades who is a total piece of garbage and prescribes dangerous cocktails of conflicting medications !! That's a whole other post!!!! Put my grandma on pills which nearly killed her! Plus other people HAHAHA) saw her coming up with high blood pressure, blood sugar, and cholesterol without thinking to suggest a diet change first. My mom is overweight and likes to eat sweets. My mom told me, I can still eat sweets, I just have to eat less. I did tell her that didn't work for me. I quit because I don't want to end up sick this way. Diabetes runs in our family. The prescription is making my mom nauseous and dizzy. Insane to me right?

Why aren't the dangers of sugar recognized? Why am I the only advocate I know? I would shut the fuck up if the dangers were believed by more people. Is it Because Sugar Taste good? Not seen as a vice. We accept that corn syrup is not so good. Canola oil pretty bad. Dyes in food causing children to develop ADHD and autism, or whatever. Is there no risk in consuming sugar? Many health professionals don't want to admit it? I feel strongly. I feel sick when I eat sugar but I can't find myself able to stop unless I truly try. We are all convinced that it's just a danger to your teeth if you don't brush enough. MIL is a sugar addict who buys birthday cakes on clearance and clears the whole cake in a few days, a twice daily flosser and brusher, who has lost over half of her teeth to extractions, sees the link, and has no intention to quit.

Finally, I bake yummy dessert recipes excluding half the sugar while using honey, maple syrup, brown sugar for what is left (which is slightly better than white sugar from my understanding) and I have never made a baked good that is ruined by doing this. You can't even tell that I've excluded sugar and the foods have more flavor because sugar doesn't overpower the dish. They don't make your teeth hurt. You can eat more cookies because there is less sugar and they taste better. The texture is the same. Bakers will tell you this isn't true and you need to use the whole amount of sugar so the cookies and cakes arent ruined. Yes, you need torched sugar on creme brulee. Fine.

Do you ever find yourself scraping icing off of a cake? I have baked more than one birthday cake for loved ones excluding sugar and adding natural alternatives (NOT stevia or monkfruit which taste like shit and suck) and ive gotten nothing but compliments. My brown sugar maple cake with cream cheese icing using very little sugar was a hit for my partners birthday that everyone probably ate too much of. This isn't a brag, it's an idea for anyone who bakes to try and change your recipes. It hasn't failed for me. Ok SOrry

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