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solarsturniolo · 4 months

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We're Just Friends // M.S. pt2

by 💋Natalie💋

summary: Matt is so 'sweet best friend that secretly jerks off to your pictures' coded (idea credit to @heartstreet )

tags: @oversturn @soursturniolo @flowerxbunnie @mattslolita @mattsbratt @simplysturn @megamett44-lover @sturnybabes @bernardenjoyer @jjmaybankswifes-blog @plasticferal @cupidsword @liz-stxrn @sturniolosreads @angelic-sturniolos111 @angelic-sturniolos111

warnings: SMUT!!! / masturbation / voyeurism / post nut clarity / self-deprecation

disclaimer: these stories are fictional :)

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Word Count: 3030

It slowly became a habit. It started small, one time a day if even that. But what started as a habit grew into an addiction. Every little thing set him off, and the only thing to satisfy the desire in him was her. He needed her in ways that he couldn’t even describe. He hungered for her.

It began with pictures, just her regular little posts on Instagram and Snapchat that had no hidden undertone to them, but every single one would have Matt beating his dick until his arm was sore. She had Pavloved him. The second he got the notification that his best friend posted, his cock stiffened and his ears got red and hot just thinking about what could be waiting for him. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he’d drop everything, all of his attention would be on her in an instant. Today was no different; he had already beat off three times in the few hours he had been awake.

As the day moved forward, and he found the inner strength to keep his dick in his pants, Matt remembered telling her that he’d look for the charger she had left when she stayed over a few nights ago. He spent a solid hour that afternoon searching the house up and down for her phone charger; his room, the living room, the kitchen, Nick’s room, hell, he even checked Chris’s room (despite Chris’s many protests followed by a shoe being launched at Matt’s shin), though he still came up empty handed.

Matt went back to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat in his desk chair, rolling himself close enough to his desk to click his monitor on, grabbing the controller that had been set aside on his desk to charge. He turned his gaming console on, the sound of it whirring to life filling the silence in the room. He reached into his pocket, taking his phone out to send her a quick text.

‘i may have lost it’

‘your mind?’

‘no’

‘your keys?’

‘no’

‘OMG’

‘?’

‘YOUR V CARD?????’

‘WHAT NO’

‘omg matty who is she 🤭🤭🤭🤭’

‘I DID NOT’

‘then i fear i do not know what you could be talking about, for i am not a mind reader’

‘your weird’

‘you’re*’

‘i actually hate you.’

‘stfu you love me. now what are u talking abt’

‘you’re charger’

‘your*’

‘you know what 😀’

‘LMAOOOO don’t blow a fuse, it’s a $10 charger i’ll just get another one. thank u for letting me know tho’

‘ofc’

He stared at the screen, his heart beating faster when he saw the read receipt pop up under his message. He waited, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as she began to type. A smile tugged at his lips as the typing message bubble disappeared, waiting for the message to pop up on his screen.

A minute passed. Then two. Still nothing. Matt’s smile faltered a little.

‘?’

‘oh shit i didn’t know you were still here’

‘what we’re you typing?’

‘were*’

‘😀 nevermind i don’t care’

‘noooo matty come back 😂’

‘i’ll get it right one day’

‘i have full faith in you, matthew. until then, im gonna be up your ass about it’

‘so…?’

‘so what?’

‘what were you typing?’

Matt could hardly sit still. His leg bounced anxiously, he bit his nails impatiently. She had been typing for a while, was it something bad? Shit, have i fucked up recently and just didn’t notice?

‘nothing 😇’

‘you’re a dirty liar’

‘😜’

‘cmon, i’m youre best friend tell meeeee’

‘your*’

‘GET A NEW BEST FRIEND’

‘okay okay i’m done 😂 you’re so easy to tease’

‘Ayo 🤨’

‘not like that 🙄

‘well, you probably are pretty easy to tease like that too”

Matt choked on his own saliva. Did I read that right? He read it again, the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock. His brain short circuited. Any possible responses that he could’ve came up with dissolved into nothingness. He spent two minutes trying to type a witty comeback or some sort of smooth flirtatious reply, but when push came to shove, all he could build the courage to send was-

‘what?’

She started typing, and as the speech bubble floated in the corner of his screen, Matt palmed at the bulge in his sweats. His mind raced with thoughts, all wondering what she could have possibly been thinking about. Fuck, does she think about doing things with me? Does she want to tease me? How would she even-

The speech bubble disappeared. Matt slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers, taking his hard cock in his fist. He stroked his shaft slowly, his eyes fluttering shut while he pursed his lips to hold back a moan. He waited for her response to pop up. One minute…then two…then five. He furrowed his eyebrows, his strokes slowly coming to a stop as he eyed their text messages. Why isn’t she responding? Did I make her uncomfortable? Is she weirded out?

His heart nearly dropped out of his ass when the facetime notification illuminated his screen. Without thinking to take his hand out of his pants, Matt quickly answered the call.

It took a moment for the call to connect, but when it finally did, Matt felt almost frozen in place. His heart skipped a beat, his face grew flushed with a warm rosy heat. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat.

“Hey!”

Matt smiled. “Hey, what’s up.”

“What, I can’t call my best friend out of the blue just to hang out?” She laughed softly. “What are you up to?” She asked.

“Just, yknow…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Was playing fortnite for a bit-“

She tilted her head to the side a little, furrowing her eyebrows. “I didn’t see you online. I would’ve joined you if I knew,” she grinned. “Can’t believe you played without me,” she playfully rolled her eyes.

Matt swallowed. Her eyes looked so pretty rolled back into her head like that, I could watch her do that for hours. Matt slowly stroked his cock, pursing his lips tightly to keep himself quiet. ‘Can’t believe you played without me’ replayed in his head like a broken record. His mind wandered off, thinking about the beautiful girl on his screen sitting on his bed. Her clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly, seated on his bare thighs. Matt bit the inside of his cheek, pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock as he imagined her pretty manicured fingers circling her clit, her eyes hooded and full of lust as lewd sounds spilled from her parted lips. His dick ached at the thought of her running her fingers through her wet folds, playing with herself in front of him, on full display just for him. ‘Can’t believe you played without me,’ her voice repeated in his head again, his mouth going dry as he thought of her looking at him with a pout while saying this, her pretty doe eyes staring at him with nothing but desire hidden behind their gaze.

He kept his strokes slow and controlled. This is so fucking wrong, he thought. If she knew…he couldn’t even think of the possibilities. She’d be disgusted, she’d be so upset. Matt would never be able to show his face in a public setting again.

“How was your day?” Matt asked in a soft voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his own voice would betray him. He watched as the smile on her face grew and he felt his heart twinge. This is so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“Aww Matty, you do care!” She teased. Matt let out a breathy chuckle, hoping she couldn’t hear the rasp in his voice. She began to list off the many side quests she endured on her day off from work, and Matt listened to every single thing she had to say. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke to him. Her lips are so pretty. Fuck, I wanna kiss her so bad. I wanna feel her lips on mine. She’d look so fucking pretty with my dick in her mouth. I wonder how much she’d be able to take. Would I have to fuck her throat to make it all fit? Would she drool on my cock while I fuck her pretty mouth?

“Matt?”

He tugged at his cock, letting out a soft exhale when he heard her voice. Please say my name again. Say my name again. It sounds so pretty coming from you, I’ve never liked my name more than when it’s being said by you. His mind wandered off once more. What positions does she like? Would she prefer missionary? She’d look so pretty under me while I fuck her, her tits would bounce so nicely with every thrust I make. Or would she want something more intense? Would she want me to take her from behind? Would she want to be in charge? What turns her on? Does she wear lingerie?

“Matt…?”

Matt grunted softly under his breath, the speed of his strokes increasing just barely enough to tell. He focused his attention back on the call. “H-Huh?”

“I asked what you did today,” she repeated. “Did you have a good day?”

It took a moment for her words to register in his brain, his mind foggy with lust and desire, his cock dripping with arousal. He gave his shaft a gentle squeeze, a low growl forming at the back of his throat. “It’s much better now,” he admitted, earning a giggle from her in return. He smiled. He loved being able to make her laugh. It was something that most people couldn’t do, but Matt did it so effortlessly. He took pride in it; even his brothers couldn’t make her laugh nearly as easily as Matt could. “Didn’t do much, just-“ he stopped, trying to think of something to say other than ‘i sat around beating off to your pictures all day’. He cleared his throat, a moan threatening to escape as the warmth in the pit of his tummy grew. “Just stayed in bed all day.”

She rolled her eyes again, and Matt felt his balls grow heavy with arousal, his thumb rubbing at his tip with each slow stroke he made. Matt’s lips parted; he wanted to moan so bad. He wanted her to see what she does to him. He wanted her to know just how badly he wanted her. His eyes became glossy as he lost himself in a daze, staring at her through the screen.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

Matt nodded, still not taking his hand out of his pants. This is so fucking wrong. Why am I doing this? I’m risking our entire friendship. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go,” Matt stated abruptly. He didn’t want to go. He never wanted to go a minute without her, but if he didn’t leave the call soon, he’d end up in a world of trouble for sure.

“Oh…okay, well call me ba-“

Click.

Matt dropped his phone down onto his desk and leaned back in his desk chair, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat began to form at his brow. He pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, a moan escaping him. He tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt and t-shirt up so as to not ruin it, a ritual that had become engraved into his brain from the regular reoccurrence of it. He grunted softly, tugging at his shaft desperately, his eyes screwing shut.

I need her. I need to have her, all of her. I need to feel her and taste her. I want to be between her legs, I want to taste how sweet she is, I want to watch her fall apart from just my tongue. I want to feel her squirm and run her fingers through my hair. I want to hear her whine and beg for more. Matt fisted at his cock, his strokes much faster than before. His breathing was uneven and heavy, almost panting like an animal. He needed her, he hungered for her, he craved her. Something about it was so primal. Every time he saw her or heard her, he had a full body reaction, one that he couldn’t control even if he wanted to.

Although, he really didn’t want to.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. As if on cue, his phone vibrated on his desk. His eyes fluttered open, a lustful dazed look glazing over his irises. He picked up his phone, a notification from snapchat flashing on his screen. Never ceasing his strokes, Matt opened the app and clicked on the new snap from her. His jaw went slack, pumping his cock in his fist even faster than before. He stared at her photo for much longer than he should have, but how could he not? She had her head tilted a bit, a confused look on her face with the words ‘not even a goodbye? so mean, matty’ printed across the photo.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered. She looks so cute when she’s confused. Fuck, the things I would do to paint her face with my cum while she looks at me like that…I’d probably get put on the FBI watchlist. He knew he needed to reply back soon, not wanting her to assume he was ignoring her. He just couldn’t bring himself to tap out of the photo. His cock ached, the desire building up inside of him. “Fuck, p-please,” he breathed out. Matt threw his head back, his strokes getting impossibly faster with each passing moment. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, his fist slick with his arousal.

Another snapchat notification from her came through and Matt inhaled sharply, tapping out of the photo and clicking on the new one. Matt choked out a whine, the muscles in his bicep tightening as he began to reach his high. “Fuck-“ he grunted. His breath caught in his throat as his mind went blank, pleasure coursing through his veins. It was like a drug to him. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling; It didn’t take long for him to get addicted to it, and soon enough once a day turned into twice a day, which turned into three times a day, which turned into too many fucking times to count.

He groaned, a string of vowels passing his lips, his jaw hanging low as he watched his cum spurt from his tip. He breathed in short heavy pants, slowing his strokes to ride out his orgasm. Five ribbons of white hot cum painted his lower stomach. His dick throbbed from the intensity of his orgasm and his body shivered as he slowly came down from his high.

It took a handful of minutes for Matt to realign his senses. His chest rose and fell with even breaths, his dick rested in the puddle of cum on his abdomen. He looked at his hand, his mess coating his fingers and his palm. I wonder if she’d lick my hand clean. Would she suck on my fingers? Would she look up at me with her infamous puppy dog eyes while she does it?

His eyes darted back to his phone, his heart racing as he quickly remembered that he still hadn’t replied to her. He groaned softly upon seeing her pretty face on his screen, her previous snap still on full display for him. He took another moment to admire her before tapping out of the photo. Matt quickly fixed his hair with his clean hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He picked his phone back up and quickly snapped a photo of himself. He typed a response before sending it to her.

Matt waited for a response, not caring about the mess that still hadn’t been attended to. The nerves in his brain lit up like a Christmas tree as she opened his snap, the endorphins filling him with dopamine as she sent back another photo. He was quick to open it, not caring if she caught on to his eagerness.

He tucked his cock back into his boxers, pulling them back up along with his sweats. He stood up, holding the bottom seam of his shirt up, quickly making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He peeked out into the hallway, making sure Nick and Chris weren’t anywhere near before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Matt cringed at the sticky feeling on his hand, quickly turning on the faucet at the sink, running his hand under the water to rinse most of his mess down the drain. He dried his hand, then grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning up the rest of his cum before discarding the used tissues into the waste bin. He let his shirt fall down to cover his torso, his eyes landing on his reflection in the mirror. His gaze darted away, disgusted with what he saw.

You’re a terrible friend. If she ever found out, you’d be lucky to not have a restraining order against you. What the fuck is wrong with you. How can you even call yourself her best friend. You don’t deserve her.

He left the bathroom in a hurry, slipping back into his room, gently kicking the door shut behind him. He sat back down at his desk, picking up his phone once again.

Without a second thought, he opened his facetime app, clicking on her contact. The phone only rang twice before she answered, her pretty face illuminating the screen after the call connected. Matt offered her a warm smile, propping his phone up on his desk. “Sorry I hung up on you before,” he mumbled softly, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze landed on her. He picked his headset up off of his desk, holding it for her to see. “Wanna run duos with me?”

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a/n: omg guys, what do we think is gonna happen?

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #smut #bark bark bark #foaming at the mouth

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aveloka-draws · 6 days

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I’m so obsessed with the concept of ascension now what have you done to meeeee

I see the worms got u. Good

#ask a bird #me too dude #that is the entire reason im drawing my cotl thing #its a lot of fun hshhsh

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 2 months

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I feel like you have made such a safe space and I really need to tell you my IRL Erik moment after reading about my girl with fairytale ending with her bestie <3

Um.. I thought I gave pretty good head y'all. Truly I did. But then last week I came face to face with a man who humbled the fuck out of me and my knees are still so weak still from his presence. 🫠

Ok so boom! I was on my period and we had been flirting for awhile so although we agreed to hang out my master plan was originally to come in the door looking good, charm him with my wit, and give him some bomb sloppy toppy to blow his mind and make him really be feenin for wanting to fuck me later on.... I know, I know. I was trying to be on my femme fatale Charlie's Angel shit and failed miserably 🙄

Hunny did I ever get humbled so quickly. I'll keep it short but BABY let me tell you the shock in my soul when I saw it...he has the longest dick I've ever seen in person. Like I seriously had my two hands cranking at the base and still had a mouth full of dick at the top. It was insane.

I walked in with confidence and walked out as happy and broken woman lmfao. We were kissing and touching and I told him I wanted to take care of him. He asked how and when he realized what I wanted to do he was like "ok ma but if u want that ur gonna have to pull him out" so me being me went straight to pull that shit out. No going back.

I was feeling myself at first. In my head like go meeeee mini superhead!! I got this boo.

I think he was amused by my attempts to swallow him y'all I could tell he was enjoying it but my deep throat was leaving some dick unsucked and he wanted more from me

Next thing I know this man is standing on the bed. One hand on the ceiling and the other is gently on the back of my head guiding me so he can fuck my mouth. TRAINING MY THROAT. 😭 He was sticking it down my throat until I gasped for air and he pulled out and then he did it over and over again.... 😫 It worked too cuz when he laid me back on the bed and told me to try again baby I was down on that thang further than I knew I could handle. I knew at that moment I fucked up and this man was not there to play with me and also that I must be a real freak cuz I loved every minute of that shit. I felt myself getting creamy from getting him off. Lord.

He really claimed my mouth and I'm not even mad about it. Then he has the nerve to be able to stop himself from cumming WELL so I was getting my throat fucked for like 40 mins 🥴 so yeah mission failed but he did nut and I sucked that shit down like it was the sweetest prize I've ever won! I worked hard for that!!! It felt so powerful to see him submit to me for even a second. This powerful man gave me some of his power in that moment and it tasted so sweet too lol

THE ICING ON THE CAKE? When we were done he takes a towel and gets some warm water on it and starts cleaning my face GENTLY.... INTIMATELY.... Staring me in my eyes while he slowly wiped my mouth, eyebrows, bridge of nose 😭😭😭😭

So yeah I'm in lust now. This is how stalkers are created I just know it....smfh

We are on opposite schedules so idk when I'll see him again. He tried to hit me up yesterday but I couldn't get to him and I was kicking myself. I'm off myself and ready to get dicked down 😭 I feel like such a stalker though cuz this man has me in an actual chokehold just from that.

Sorry I didn't edit this!! Thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I feel better now 🥹

Y'all please pray I get some help soon lmao

😩😩🥵🥵😭😭🤯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“Okay ma but if you want that you’re gonna have to pull him out.”

Bruh!!!!!!! And the after care while staring you in the eyes on some “that’s my good girl.” Shit?!!!!!’

This was too damn good!!!!!

Thanks for sharing!

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seeingivy · 4 months

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ronnie for starters i’m not even done reading this chapter yet but eren mentioned his album so i ran to here to ask : what is the track list for the valedictorian album?

thank you for this chapter i truly missed the exciting feeling everytime you gave us something new 💘💘

alright everyone. ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE.

the tracklist for eren's sophomore album, valedictorian. with exactly ten songs!!! (just like the lucky one)

my love mine all mine by mitski -> like, duh. sweet little baby he is. more on the beach, because eren and y/n actually talk about this in the next chapter, but oh sweet baby eren. just so excited to be back together with her, writing her sweet little love songs.

last kiss by taylor swift -> again, duh. he is EMO. SICKENING MAN HE IS. anyways he totally wears her bracelet and has a ribbon of hers that he just keeps in his pocket when he misses her AND he does indeed watch her life in pictures when they weren't togehter

back to december by taylor swift -> he IS SWALLOWING HIS PRIDE SAYING SORRY FOR THATTT NIGHT!!!!!!! (and it wasn't in december but you get the point)

this is me trying by taylor swift -> been his song since the sick with sadness chapter. need I say more.

the greatest by lana del ray -> HE JUST NEEDS A WAKEUP CALL!!!!!! this one is in the next chapter too.

sparks by coldplay -> REDACTED. it's in the next chapter.

meet me in the hallway by harry styles -> duh. MAYBE ONE DAY YOU'LL CALL MEEEEE AND TELL ME THAT UR SORRY TOOOOOOOO (but u never do)

matilda by harry styles -> eren writes this song about lana. I insinuated that lana basically has family problems/grew up with unstable parents, so he writes this song for her. and it's perfect because she really did get to let it go and have a family that always shows her love!!

1 step forward, 3 steps bach by olivia rodrigo -> basically the gut puncher. this song is sampled from new year's day irl!!! and new year's day is LITERALLY THEIR SONG so you know eren, as emo as he is, plays it when he misses her and then ends up writing this song.

clean by taylor swift -> duh. they are clean. eren originally writes this song for connie on his one year anniversary of being sober, but they all relate to it so much that it's their song.

#asks!#method acting

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lost-creatures · 3 months

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"Hot Cougars in your area". She'd seen the ads a hundred times before, they were probably the only motherfuckers willing to advertise on these piece of shit message boards, and most of them were just scams anyway. This time though:

Reader Discretion Advised: Eaten Alive, hard vore, snuff, vomit, musk, yuri, t4t MINORS DNI

So I do as I'm told and walk away from my campsite in the middle of the night without telling anyone. We didn't have to go far— just some state park in the mountains above the suburbs. An arid montane scrubland echoed across the rolling surface, its reds and yellows muted to grey and blue in the winter moonlight. Three ridgelines deep into the mountains already. Just the hike to the backcountry campsite beat my ass, so my legs are screaming as I walk into the cold.

it was an unlicensed app, right? but you know the website seemed normal enough and i figured that if this worked, i wouldn't really care what they did with whatever got left behind. enough debt to buy a house i guess? i thought i'd been fucked anyway, made a profile and went 2 weeks without a response or message. they're just gonna rob me, huh? this is even better than Lex.

i really needed a girl to pin me down and start tearing into me, nobody ever goes hard enough goddammit. if you want something done right i guess you need to find the real deal.

i almost deleted the app, told myself two days in a row that i should. then, a photo, a mass, the clash of textures between corded muscle and gelatinous organ, heaped onto the dust at night. the kind of thing you'd see on a trail cam, but the angle was wrong.

how can i reply? i can't just hit her with the keysmash, how many women like her can even admit they'd want to do this to you. prey have to stand out a bit more these days, predator populations are way down.

"hey um, is that your work? i really liek it ;3"

fuck goddammit its over im fucking blowing it

"thnk u for noticing meeeee!~"

i'll just kms i'm cooked

"sorry i, the composition of the piece is very strong. the way the textures of the corpse contrast with the dusty landscape, acts to draw your focus as much as the border of the spot lighting and surrounding darkness. the off center lighting creates an almost sfumato effect along the massing, creating beautiful shadow shapes. would you want a new subject? ;3"

"Hahaha, you're cute aren't you?"

my rizz is unlimited

"We should meet. Do you know Henry Coe?"

Going back down the 22% grade is harder than climbing it and made even worse by the loose gravelly surface and the too many gin and tonics I had after we made camp. My boot catches a rock as I leave the trail and my knees hit the rocks. It hurts, but I'm having trouble finding the meeting spot, maybe some blood on the trail will help her find me. It feels like she's already on top of me. There's a pressure in the air and it makes every crack and shift in the earth reverberate across the slope. In that moment I can hear every motion every breath under the scrub. There's nothing, just wind howling over the crest of Mount Sizer. But I can feel her boring into me. I keep waiting for her to collide with me, knock me to the ground. I want her I want her inside me.

I want to be ready so I strip my torn clothing from my body.

This has to be the spot, the singular tree matches the photo she sent. I sit, bare ass shivering on the stone under the tree and wipe the fresh beads of blood down my knees, only managing to make a big red smear reaching halfway down my shins. The premix gin and tonics from the campsite start to fight their way back up my throat.

"I didn't think you were gonna show." she's smiling. Her stare pierces through me like I'm not even there. Its entrancing.

Her amber felid form followed my same path along the mountainside and into this depression. A little bit of my blood already stains her muzzle.

"You're Eloise? You know you shouldn't give your real name out to strangers on the internet, right?" She stretches the last word out, lilting, like she's trying hard not to laugh.

I'm struggling to respond through the boozy haze, the biting wind, and the nerves I get just looking at her. "i didn't really think it mattered" I uncurl a bit and she finally gets a look at my face. "can i know yours?"

She jumps, pounces, closing the distance between us faster than I can react. The full weight of her body hits me square between the breasts. Between her body and the rocks beneath every last wisp of air is pressed from my lungs. Her scent hits me all once as I gasp for air, she's actually wild, fuck. Her stink is acrid, acidic, astringent, its the kind of smell that sucks the moisture out of the air and dries out your mouth. I don't gag so much as start panting and straining towards her. "Its Tiffany." Planted on my sternum she makes every breath a labor and I barely manage to whisper a reply.

"i… i…"

I've wanted this for so long but I never thought I'd get this far. I have no idea what to say.

She shifts her weight into my guts and the sick I've been holding back overtops the lump in my throat and pours weakly down my chin. I gag into my chest as my entire body contracts and the waves of my vomit splash flecks of evidence into the fur of her breast and forelegs.

"Its okay kiddo, you don't have to say anything"

"please," I'm coughing up the heavier stragglers stuck in my throat, "you're beautiful" It just burns now. "i need you to take everything from me"

She laughs and looks down, guiding my eye to her massive paws pressing into the plush of my abdomen. To the contents of my stomach emptied over my still flat chest and softening waistline, dripping off in chunks. The tips of her claws poke from their cuticle in their round furred sheath. Fully deployed, each one looks like a karambit, sharpened just for me. She runs her paws gently over my belly, the touch imperceptable over that of the scouring wind, and still, red and black beads follow in the trail she leaves. The roughness of her underpaw brushes past my aching nipples. I can't help but gasp at the burst of sensation attacking my touch starved corpus. She cups her mouth over my breast and gently rolls the small lump of fat around with her tongue, punctuating herself by flicking the tensed tip against my nipples. I can barely process how desperately horny I am. Between my love life sequestered behind a screen and my newly sensitive flesh, I was unprepared. Warmth spreads where my cunt should be and I can't help but grind weakly against her soft underbelly. The first hardon I've had in weeks, I'm almost crying. She pauses a moment and grins down at my weak erection to let me frot against her own growing studded clit. She pins my wrists against the stony ground and puts her hips into it. I'm screaming, the feeling is so intense it almost edges into painful. She's growling feral in my ear, gravel infiltrating her saccharine valley accent. God Fuck please I need it its fucking happening. I shoot; I didn't even know I could do that anymore. The thin mucus spraying from my tip coats the gap between us and she thrusts harder against my pelvis. When she shoots, it hits me in the chin so hard I yelp.

"You really are cute. I hope I can keep you." Her voice trails off and she looks down at me with pity or maybe resignation.

Held down by her impossible strength, she pulls open the soft flesh of my belly like a ripe persimmon. I scream and the sound is deadened and hurried away by the gusts up the windward side of the mountain. Her snout pushes into the freshly wet cleft and I feel her buried deep inside my guts. She works her way underneath my ribs, my chest swelling at the foreign addition. There is a new pressure in me as she nibbles at my liver, the taut wet bulge of organ fills her mouth. I feel her tugging at me with suction at the back her her throat. Her teeth sink into me and the shifting cords of her stiff neck pull with enough force to tear the dark mass free. I sit in a howling void, fully part of that world. I am pure energy bursting forth from a charred vessel. Steam rises around the internal heat bleeding external, a pocket in our frigid night. Spread thin over the earth, I hope she makes eye contact with me while she chews at the choice cuts. She looks back at me, almost bashful at the intimacy held in our stares.

She lays by my side devouring me. Her cum pools in my jugular notch, stained pink with flecks of blood. A tongue like a wave of sand cleans my blood from my outstretched hand. She works her way between each of my fingers all the way down to the webbing. Rolling them over and over with that wet muscle. She knows exactly what she's doing, she's still finding ways to tease me back to ecstasy. In one smooth motion she pulls the hand into her mouth, laying the wrist perfectly along her incisors, canines neatly out of the way. And she bites, gently at first, and then the muscles in her jaw tighten and contract. Blood oozes forth and then sprays from the base of the bite. The radiocarpal ligaments snap apart in suddenly relived tension and her teeth smash themselves between my many carpal bones. My hand spasms, articulated by pain, and she rolls her bite just enough. The back of my hand hits the wet of her hard palate and every nerve in my hand screams as it comes away in her mouth. She pins the arm under her while she sucks at the meat of my hand.

its too much its everything im scared i cant

I come to and the wind's died down a little, the moon's not quite where it used to be. I guess you can live a pretty long time with your guts out and no liver. Longer than I'd have thought anyway. A stump of a wrist bounces off a rock as she drags me. The edges are black with either dried blood or frostbite. I'm not sure how much longer I have left, but every second I get with her is an eternity.

#₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎#my art

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sergeifyodorov · 1 year

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Sometimes I just think about how insanely different the lives of all the 2015 draft class players are now and it makes me feel ridiculous. Like, Mitch is a hometown kid on the leafs and they either love him or hate him at all times, he’s doing good personally, is getting married, but professionally he’s in so much limbo. Connor is the most talented player in the world according to most people but he cannot win and the weight of the world is on his shoulders and he’s in a big black and white house in Edmonton. Jack was pretty much held hostage by the team that never wanted him, his bodily autonomy completely denied, and then he finally gets traded to the nhl villain team and he beats the guy who was always better than him. And Dylan isn’t exceptional as a player, he’s decent on an aging team full of dads and he has a wife and a daughter and another on the way and he just seems happy. I wonder if they ever think about each other.

I KNOW RIGHT like each of their stories has just gotten so much More interesting over the course of the past ... coming up on eight years now. Hockey is a fantastic soap opera, you know? The story just keeps on going.

And the crazy part is we're not even halfway through. A hockey player with a shelf life -- Mitch and Connor both seem pretty durable, and Jack seems a lot healthier now after his neck trouble has been resolved -- can last fifteen, twenty years if they're lucky. Who knows where the story will go from here? Dylan's contract extends further into the future than any other Capital -- he'll be a UFA in the summer of 2028, which ironically gives him more job security than any of the other three in the class. Good, for a boy who just wanted to be wanted somewhere. I wonder what the Capitals will look like after Ovi's done. (Assuming Ovi ever retires, although I have a sneaking suspicion he and Sid will go out in the same summer. They have always been entwined, after all.)

I desperately want to know if we'll see any of them on any other teams, too! Hockey is unlike a lot of other sports in that its biggest and brightest superstars tend to stay as put as possible: of what I consider to be the six "generational talents," (Howe, Gretzky, Lemieux, Crosby, Ovechkin, McDavid)(IF U HAVE OPINIONS ON THIS SEND THEM TO MEEEEE), only one of them so far has played for more than one NHL team (Howe era Whalers don't count!!!). Mitch isn't generational by any means, but he's far and away enough of a superstar to go just about anywhere he wants, which for my own feeble sanity I beg means #leafsforever. I just hope if they go anywhere else then they keep to the colour scheme! Dylan's three teams have all been red and Jack's have both been yellow/gold. If Connor McDavid becomes a Dallas Star it'll mess with the damn symbolism (plus his TA of mathematics ass could never match the vibe that silly little group of rapscallions has).

And... the eternal question: the Cup. Eichs is obviously still in the hunt right now, but i do dearly want to know who of the four of them wins it and when. Fun fact: both Dylan's and Jack's only playoff appearances to date have involved eliminating Connor. Mitch actually made the playoffs first out of all four of them, but by one measly game Connor has more wins.

In summary: Urgrghghuhuhsgdhkgjhfdghhfgkdjfhjkd the lore... the drama... etc etc

#saw someone ask a blog i follow 'whats the deal with the class of 2015'. COME OVER HERE I WILL GIVE YOU THE *NOVEL*#asks #i do find it achingly sweet how dylan seems to be the Okayest out of all of them. like he has settled into an agreement with the Universe.#the universe said. your team will kinda suck but you will be centring a great player.#and he said. okay that's cool im a nerd #and the universe said. and you will have two daughters #and he said. slay!#dylan strome #connor mcdavid #jack eichel #mitch marner #narrativeposting

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faemytho · 7 months

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hii!! if you’re still taking requests, could you please write more licorice x red velvet with romo fluff #9? ^^

ah redlico,,,, i missed u. its been a minute since i wrote fluff so i might be rusty, and these boys are also SUPER awkward dummies in general so. pls bear with meeeee

PROMPT: "Wait, back up, I thought you hated me? I mean, I definitely won't complain if you kiss me again, but I'm kinda getting mixed signals here."

The Crimson General was different from the rest of Dark Enchantress' followers. The leader of her armies, he was a terrifying commander on the battlefield, or so it was said. Licorice had never actually seen him in battle.

He spent nearly all his time in the Cake Tower, the ovens churning night after night. The only time Licorice ever really saw him was during meetings, in which Dark Enchantress spoke to them all directly. Even then, he never spoke unless he had to, and was always the first to leave. He was never assigned any field missions like the rest of them, and it was easy to forget he existed.

Well. Almost easy.

For all that Red Velvet avoided the rest of Dark Enchantress' followers, the few times he did not were enough to send the dark sorcerer into a tizzy. For all the harshness in the heated looks that typically followed an attempt to talk to him, Licorice could not deny the terrible, fluttering, puppy crush he had on the other. For all that he was sure Red Velvet hated him, Licorice still wanted his attention.

Which led him to this moment, back against the wall and Red Velvet's entire body pressed against him, a hand cupping his face and a warm mouth pulling away from his.

The kiss hadn't really been much of a kiss. It was more of an awkward push of lips against lips, uneven and uncoordinated, like someone who was vaguely mimicking something they'd only ever seen before. It might have been Licorice's first kiss, but even he knew that it wasn't very good. He'd always imagined his first kiss would be different, and yet, the fact still remained that he'd been kissed.

"What," he breathed, meeting Red Velvet's gaze, "what was that for?"

For the first time Licorice had ever known him, the Crimson General faltered and his glare broke into something uncertain. "You were talking too much. I- Should I not have done that?"

Licorice gaped at him. What kind of excuse was that? "If I knew that talking too much would be all it took to get you to kiss me, I would've never shut up before now," he said, incredulous and staring. Red Velvet blinked. "I'm getting mixed signals. I thought you hated me?"

"I feel no such way about you," Red Velvet said, brow furrowing. He actually looked upset at the notion. "I rather quite like you. You're the only one who speaks with me, even if for but a moment."

Oh. That was... kind of sad. Was Red Velvet lonely? "Then why do you glare at me so much?" Licorice argued, narrowing his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I will not complain if you kiss me again, but I feel like I missed a few things."

"Glare at you? I don't do that," Red Velvet said. "Did you think I was? Is that why you skitter off like a kicked cakehound whenever I look at you?"

Licorice blushed, averting his gaze with a huff. It was partly that, but also partly because he didn't trust himself not to act stupid when Red Velvet gave him his full attention. He'd been misinterpreting the looks this whole time.

"Licorice." A hand turned his face, still cupping his cheek. Red Velvet looked directly at him, beautiful and focused heated attention, and Licorice tried to maintain a state of coherency. "I like your company."

"Oh," Licorice said, dumbly.

"I would like to kiss you again," Red Velvet told him, eyes flicking from his down to his mouth. Licorice was thankful the other cookie was holding him up, the heat and weight of the body pressed against his an anchor, because he might have collapsed right then and there. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at it, though."

"Yeah, I figured that much out myself," the dark sorcerer said without thinking, and was treated to the sight of a tinting blush in Red Velvet's cheeks. "Not that I hated- I didn't hate it or anything! I was just surprised! I don't really know how to kiss either!"

"Well, I would still like to kiss you," Red Velvet muttered, looking around, "but the hallway does not seem like a good place to continue this."

Continue? Kissing him? Licorice stared, and Red Velvet met his gaze again.

"That is, if you wished to continue."

"Yes," Licorice blurted out, and Red Velvet backed away at his push. He grabbed the General's hand, looking at him. "Yes, I- my room."

A little smile played at Red Velvet's lips, and Licorice wanted to kiss it.

"Well," Red Velvet said, clasping their hands firmly together. He lifted their joined hands, brushing a soft kiss to the back of the sorcerer's, and Licorice felt his heart skip a beat. "Lead the way."

#redlico #licorice cookie #red velvet cookie #cookie run #cookie run fanfic #my writing #mae writes cookies #IF YOU SAW THAT TYPO NO YOU FUCKING DIDNT

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queensquidly14 · 2 months

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⚠ BLOOD SWEARING ⚠

"The day Charlie died"

comic by Squidly14 (Me)

(Sorry for it being Gacha... I can't make comics in digital or traditional cuz I suck ass at human proportions some please for the love of FLAN please TEACH MEEEEE)

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"L-Let me o-out guys"! *Cough* "P-PLEASE!" *Sniffles* *Banging on door* "T-This isn't FUNNY you guys!" *Cough 2x*

she yells

"My dad will BAN you from Fredbears!" *She yells* O-Or...My daddy can give you guys lifetime passes and unlimited pizza!" "P-Please?!" She pleads

"P...Please...I d-don't...*Cough 3x* wanna...d-die...." She remarks

*Car wheels pull in nearby*

"H-Huh...?" she says

"U-Uncle William!" she exclaimed

"He can let me out!" she said excitedly

*Cough 2x* "I-I hope he's not in a bad mood..."

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"Jealously....Is an EVIL feeling...And sometimes...we take it...

"TOO FAR"

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He walks to the back of Fredbears into the employee break room

"Ugh...How am I going to clean this all off without being caught?"

He thought to himself

He mumbles to himself about not being able to get Charlie's blood off

Without knowing it...Henry...Is standing behind him...LISTENING to EVERYTHING WILLIAM IS SAYING

"Y-You..." Henry quietly blurts out

William eyes turn to Henry...He is now caught in the act... of murdering Charlette Emily...

What will he do now...?

"Y-YOU... KILLED...HER...?"

Henry said with tears welling up in his eyes

William smirks as his grip tightens on the towels

In a moment...It felt like...the world flashed...right before my eyes...my special little girl...my sweetest child...my everything I live for...was gone...murdered...by the one person I trusted the most...my friend since we were teens...I thought...No...I thought nothing now...The only think I'm thinking of right now...

WAS TEARING HIM LIMB FROM LIMB

Henry was FURIOUS...He was SCARED...He was SPEECHLESS...He wanted it to be a sick joke...But William isn't joking...

"PLEASE TELL ME YOUR FUCKING JOKING WILLIAM!"

"I'm not joking Henry...I killed her~...I fucking killed her~!...She screamed...She screamed for a second...But I silenced her...You should've failed those high-school and college classes...Otherwise...I wouldn't have done it...Of course...How would've you known your future daughter would be killed~...?! None other than your BEST FRIEND~!?" *Raspy Chuckling*

#fnaf #gacha life 2 #five nights at freddy's #comic art #comic #comics #fnaf comic #charlie emily #henry emily #william afton #sadistic #the man behind the slaughter #squidlys house of art #father #tw blood #blood splatter

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hermanunworthy · 5 months

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!DNDADS S2 EP47 SPOILERS!

welp. todays the day. pray for me guys this could easily be the most upsetting episode of dndads for me. im dreading this so bad

- IS THAT FUCKING HERMIE SINGING???

- I CANT DO THIS

- I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE INTRO TO BE SAD IM SICK IM SICK IM ALREADY GONNA CRY

- "HATING MY FATHER INSTEAD OF HOLDING YOUR HAND" HEY???? HEY???! IM GONNA KMS

- OAKWORTHY IS CANON. IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.

- FROM WHAT I HEARD I THOUGHT SCAM WAS IN THE INTRO???? BUT THIS. THIS HURTS SO BAD

- i feel sick i havent been able to move on from the intro

- im gonna be so honest i was expecting a "sike" or something at the end so u can imagine my relief when the little clicks started playing

- okay. okay. time to listen to ur fun facts u sick fucks

- WILL ACCIDENTALLY CALLING THE PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS AGAIN LMAOOO

- anthony stfu i dont want to hear ur voice (hes literally the dm)

- MASTER OF MANIPULATION LINCOLN LI WILSON

- will. what evil fact do u have for us today.

- NORMAL DOES TAROT READINGS WHAT

- WILL IS GONNA JUST DRAW A CARD RN???

- LOVERS??? THERES NO FUCKING WAY

- WILL ACKNOWLEDGING HERMIE DIED IM GONNA THROW UP

- A BROKEN MARRIAGE???? HOLY SHITTTT

- scary plays the piano omg!!!

- THATS THE DUMBEST REASON EVER

- "im really nervous about what anthonys gonna do this episode" U AND ME BOTH MATT

- MY HEART IS POUNDING. MY HANDS ARE SWEATING. MOMS SPAGHETTI /ref

- it has taken me an hour just to get through the intro + facts.

- "but at what cost?" AT WHAT COST IS RIGHT BETH.

- SO NORMAL WASNT CONSCIOUS FOR IT. UR FUCKING JOKING

- MATT SUGGESTING THEY HIDE THE TRUTH FROM NORMAL. I CAN FEEL TEARS COMING

- ATOPPP ANTHONY HELPP

- BETHS REAGAN JOKE TO THE RESCUE

- NORMAL IS AWAKE AGAIN. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD

- NOOOO OFC THEYRE GETTING INTERRUPTED

- "wheres hermie?" IM DONE

- NORMAL CANT SEE HERMIES BODY OH MY LORDDD

- anthony rushing them away. i cannot. i cannot

- "well fix it" im done

- NORMAL GOES TO PICK THEM UP.

- I CANT DO THIS.

- "this marriage has one less spouse but heavens got one more little angel" MATTHEW ARNOLD CAN U NOT.

- im sitting here in shock through all of this

- "just be happy ur not in hell" shut up anthony too soon

- thank god normal didnt take damage again

- lincoln cool scar era okay

- NORMAL PANICKING LOOKING FOR SPELL COMPONENTS LIKE HE DID W TERRY JR I CANTTTT

- HENRY OAK GARCIA. SAVE ME HENRY

- LARK AND SPARROW GIVING EACH OTHER A LOOK HELP ME. HELP ME

- NORMAL DOING SENSE MOTIVE AGAIN STOP IT

- AND GETTING A 1 AGAIN!!!!!

- theyre back home.

- "VOTE WILLY"?????

- "u guys ready to see him?" NO. NO IM NOT

- ty for protecting dood scary :[

- NORMAL IS HOLDING HERMIES HAND AND TALKING TO THEM. WILL CAMPOS DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

- ANTHONY STOP RUBBING IN HOW DEAD THEY ARE

- "the only thing keeping u together is the absolute ignorance u have of the fact that maybe the only person who ever showed u any real affection in the last couple years of ur life is dead" anthony burch im hunting u down.

- STOPPPPP NOT THE AD

- THE OLD EARTH WHOOOA

- is the dude w the white beard that "new fan fave npc" will was talking about lol

- HENRY REVEAL. HENRY REVEAL!!!!

- BARRY?????

- I SCREAMED I ACTUALLY SCREAMED

- I DIDNT KNOW IF WE WERE GONNA GET BARRY BACK. NO WAY

- MERCEDES IS DEAD..... STOP IM CRYING AGAIN

- THEM ALL CALLING HERMIE THEIR FRIEND. OOUGH

- UR FUCKING KIDDING. ANTHONY DO NOT TEASE US LIKE THIS

- "MADE OF GOOF MATTER" UR JOKING

- NORMALS SNAPPING OHHHH GOD

- NORMAL. NORMAL ISTG.

- NORMALS TRYINF TO BRING THEM TO SCAM?????

- HOLY FUCK......

- THEYRE IN THE SIMPSONS NOW.

- SCAM LIKELY. MY FUCKING ENEMY.

- WHY DOES HE. WHY DOES HE ACTUALLY CARE. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS THERES NO WAY

- "HES MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD" SHOOT ME.

- THEY DONT HAVE A SOUL.

- WTF IS SCAM GONNA DO

- ANTHONY I DONT TRUST U ONE BIT

- anthony burch. i hate u

- okay scam apologizing does feel good

- "I DONT WANT ANOTHER ONE I WANT THIS ONE" AND PUNCHES HIM. OH. MY GOD.

- "u feel like home for some reason" WAILS

- OH MY GOD SCARYS GONNA TELL NORMAL.

- GUYS I CANT DO THIS I REALLY CANT

- THE TREE. WILL CAMPOS PLZ

- HENRY TOLD NORMAL HES PROUD OF HIM. NOBODY TALK TO ME AGAIN EVER

- ty henry for giving normal what he needed im gonna sob my eyes out

- THEYRE GONNA PUT THE SUN BACK.

- THE FUCKING. THE FUCKING SUNRISE

- MATT OLD LADY NPC

- WHAT IS THIS FUCKING IMPROV

- CHAPARRAL.

- DONT FUCKIJF HIT ME UP

- "i liked u too" sighs.

- "GOODNIGHT SWEET PRINCE" END ME.

- "hermie u definitely were one of us" SOBS

- "i did notice u. thanks for everything" AAUAGAUHH

- LINK SAID NOTHING FOR HERMIE GOOD GOD

- "lark shakes ur hand, sparrow goes in for a hug" ough.

- OH MY GOD HENRYS GONNA SEE CODE PURPLE.

- HOLY SHIT YALL THIS IS BIG

- THEYRE TEACHING HERO AND NORMAL HOW TO SHOOT.

- BABY NORMALLLL

- "help me normal, only u can save me normal" WTF??? WTF????

- WHAT THE FUCK.

- guys i made it through. [confetti falls on me]

#siren says #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers

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wyrmalien · 11 months

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House vs House. Who wins

THIS IS SO HARD YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

In the barebones. House wins. because the original House (and all subsequent adaptations) don't actually go beyond "fucked up ceiling", in fact most don't even go beyond "this corner has 3 angles. creepy!" House is established as an IMMENSE superstructure that will drive you mad from the dark and the space and the impossible-ness of it alone. There is no Keziah Mason or ultimate sacrifice, there is just the house. And as HoL says, "God's a house. Which is not to say that our house is God's house or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God." Also HoL is written infinitely better than any existing witch House adaptations that's just a fact as much as I desire to change that

In my heart, of course, the House is sooooooo much more fucked up. my mind still battles between "impossible rooms that span for miles and contain other rooms" and "this House is made of meat and bleeds and if you press your hand to the wall its warm and you can hear it breathing". Is the House Azathoth or Nyarlathotep to me? yes and no. my relationship with it is complicated. I need each of my ideas to be made into a cabinet of curiosities-esque miniseries but of different, valid witch House interpretations. u understand. in my heart I favour the House because I have insane autism about this shitty little story. I also personally enjoy the characters that inhabit the House more than the characters who inhabit and are involved with the house.

Now if we're pitting two bad bitches against each other in a fight I have no idea which house would win against the other. The house is dark, endless, and there is a physical darkness that injures Johnny at one point that could be the house or something that resides in the house. this house hates you. The House is also endless, but only around May Eve to me. The House grows and gets Worse as Walter gets Worse; it's angles sag and twist as Walter grows more fatigued, and the wood fades as his hair loses its colour from the stress. The House and Walter (and to an extent all its inhabitants) are intertwined on a metaphorical level. The House also acts as an intersection between reality and the higher dimensions, by its very nature it si a gateway and a place where the veil is so thin Walter can be heard through the walls. Both are very old, the house has hallways made of stone that is as old as the Appalachian mountains and the House contains dimensions that lead to the homes of the forgotten Elder Things. Both are fucked up. Both, it could be argued, are Gods. I think if you put them in a ring to fight it out they would have fucked up house sex.

The house fucking hates you but I'm not sure about the House yet. it hates you. it loves you. it's an animal. uncertain. if we're being funny it Despises Elwood and enjoys mildly inconveniencing Walter. God dammit I wish the cabinet witch House had done so much more with it

Mythos friends mutals and strangers please share your fucked up house thoughts, ideas, headcanons, etc in the reblogs or replies I love architectural horror and I love seeing lots of takes on it :)

#this shit was so haed to format on mobile. but colour :)#house of leaves #the dreams in the witch house #cthulhu mythos #asks #THANK U FOR THE ASK REV ACTIVATING MY AUTISM!!!!!!!!!!

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aectpen · 6 months

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STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 11: deal

the next day, rina woke up to a slew of good morning messages to hao.

haohao 🐼:

good morninggg nanabear

10:15am

good morning?

i rlly pulled out that cringey nickname for u

and this is how you repay me ?

11:00am

even he was weirded tf out..

12:15pm

you better be dreaming abt me

12:45pm

riri 🐼

i was dreaming abt juyeon actually 😘

good morning haohaobear

that doesn’t sound as cute as nanabear

haohao 🐼

yeah you're sick

and it’s afternoon now idk if you know this yet

riri 🐼

wrdgaf

what are you doing today?

haohao 🐼

im literally about to die of boredom

i kept scrolling youtube and got to the point where i’m watching a honey

badger fight off a bunch of lions

riri 🐼

you know what would make your day better?

haohao 🐼

hmm idk humor me

riri 🐼

buying breakfast and bringing it to meeeee

haohao 🐼

you're gonna give me a house tour?

riri 🐼

house is a strong word

it would take one 360 spin and you're done!

haohao 🐼

send me the address and i’ll be there asap

riri 🐼

this is why you’re my favorite person on the planet kinda

rina sprang up from her bed, eager to get ready to see hao. she may or may not have hastily stuffed everything in sight into her closet to create the illusion of cleanliness. when he said "asap," he meant it. in the midst of fixing her hair in front of the mirror, the doorbell buzzed.

"who is it?" she teased.

through the peephole, she could see his amused expression. "vogue 73 questions."

the moment she opened the door she yanked him in roughly.

“are you trying to dislocate my shoulder?” he pouted.

“my neighbor is on the balcony.” she closed the door behind him.

“you’re acting like i’m beyonce. i promise you the grandma living next to you has not a clue who i am.” he plopped on her couch, laying out the breakfast on the coffee table.

the two shared a meal while binge watching dramas. "watching" might not be the most accurate term; they chatted incessantly, offering commentary on every single scene. they were the kind of people you should never go to the movies with—they'd talk your ears off, sounding more like characters themselves than the ones on screen.

as they progressed through the episodes, they found themselves gradually edging closer on the couch. each thought they were slyly shifting a millimeter every ten seconds. eventually, they both scooted over at the same time, resulting in them turning to each other and bursting into laughter at their synchronized stupidity.

“you thought you were slick,” rina laughed at hao’s shocked face.

“me? you were doing the same thing!” he poked her side.

he gave in to his wants and snaked his arm around her, snuggling into the crook of her neck. even peppering faint, feathery kisses on her collarbone.

“hao, are you trying to put me into cardiac arrest?” rina whined.

as his kisses ventured lower, rina’s doorbell buzzed unexpectedly. they looked at each other confused as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

peering through the peephole, she was met with haemin and hyemi waving at her. she quickly turned to how and signaled him to go hide in her room. she opened the door just enough for her to stick her head out, “can i help you?”

haemin pushed the door open, “i thought we could all hang out.” she looked like she was looking for something, more specifically someone.

rina watched them make their way to the couch and tried to sneakily kick hao’s shoes out of sight.

“big breakfast?” hyemi snarked.

“can you guys come another time? i’m planning to go out right now.” rina knew she shouldn’t piss them off given what they know about her.

“where? can we tag along?”

haemin was almost a whole new person—someone that was one the sweetest best friend rina could ask for turned into somewhat of a mean girl. it was totally out of her character. it truly doesn’t take much for a friendship to turn sour.

“okay, i’m not going anywhere. what is this about?”

“is there a reason you don’t want us here?” haemin tilted her head with a mocking tone evident in her voice.

“what do you want from me. we all know what this is about; let’s not play dumb.”

“i have a deal for you,” hyemi walked closer to rina “get me jebewon’s phone numbers and address, and i won’t spill the beans about your little relationship.”

rina looked at the girls incredulously. she knew they had bad intentions but this crossed so many lines. haemin was always a big fan of idols, but never displayed sasaeng behaviors. this revelation was a punch to the gut for rina. it always hurts when someone you know so well proves that you didn’t know their true nature

“you don’t even have proof of anything.” she forced out a nervous chuckle.

“you think we don’t know about your park dates? could you be any sloppier?” an insulting tone laced in haemin’s words. “i know he’s in your room, you are so predictable, rina.”

“what would you even do with the phone numbers and address? they could easily change their numbers, and they have security.”

“we could sell information on them,” hyemi chimed in “it’s your choice, you wouldn’t want to see your baby boy get hate, would you?”

“text me your decision, or we’ll do what we have to do.” haemin said before the two finally left.

rina walked over to her room to see hao fast asleep on her bed, she could’ve sworn they only talked for five minutes. she sat next to him and smiled at his cute expression—eyebrows furrowed his lips slightly parted. however, her smile faded once she realized the choice she had to make. how could she possibly win in that situation? she knew the difficulties that would come with dating an idol, but she didn’t know those difficulties would arise from her supposed best friend.

she looked out her windows and doors to see if haemin and hyemi were watching her. she wouldn’t put it past them to do a stakeout for blackmail.

should we just stop seeing each other? she thought to herself. she didn’t want it to come to this, but she felt a great sense of guilt. dating scandals can very well ruin images. she didn’t want to be a source of stress and trouble for him and his group. all these thoughts caused tears to well up in her eyes and soon stream down her face. she didn’t want to lose him, but she didn’t want to hurt his livelihood. i can’t tell him about this.

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ebbpettier · 7 months

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your tag about simon's tummy has now made me want to draw him what have u done to meeeee

do it. brighten the world with it. we are all enraptured by the Tummy.

#>:D #its an honor to be of service #at all times i am psychically projecting simon snow tummy thoughts to everyone around me #if you're just doing Whatever and suddenly think of his lovehandles that's me and my telepathic field #they are called love handles becausei'm gay and i would Love to Handle them

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ncytiri · 1 day

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6 albums i've been listening to (+1 standout track)

tagged by @vvanessaives thank u beloved rena!!!! 💜

cowboy carter - beyoncé - yaya - i have not been able to stop listening to this album since it came out... there are so many songs i could pick from this album as standouts for me but i think yaya is gonna be my pick! sure it's a country album on its surface and beyoncé definitely does honor country with it, but the album is also such a beautiful amalgamation of genres that blend together so well!!! and yaya is the perfect choice to show that fusion of genres especially with the prior interlude of "the linda martell show" explaining how genres are a "funny little concept" 🫶

preacher's daughter - ethel cain - sun bleached flies - this album... this fucking album... such a journey getting through it but completely worth it... and sun bleached flies is 100% my standout track because after following ethel's story throughout the whole album and hearing her death to her afterlife and then getting hit with this song?? it makes me cry every time i listen to it!!!!!

glow on - turnstile - holiday - my lovely friend nadia put me onto this album last month when she was getting ready to see this band in concert and it GAGGED MEEEEE i am not a huge listener of hardcore punk at all but as a newbie, this album was very accessible to me and SO much fun to listen to!!! and holiday was the song that stuck on the most for me on my first listen, it is SUCH a headbanger of a song, like i am so obsessed with it...

minisode 3: tomorrow - tomorrow x together - i'll see you there tomorrow - i'll see you there tomorrow is such a fun summer jam like it is completely different from everything else on this mini album but it was what stuck out to me the most on my first listen and i just keep coming back to it... it's like house-y and groovy, such a great listen!!

walk through fire - yola - love is light - another album introduced to me by my friend nadia!!! yola's voice in this song oh my days... she was SUCH a beautiful voice like it is so soothing and warm i can't describe it!! but she sings with such deep emotion too which is why i love listening to this song so much <3 like cowboy carter, something about country being sung by a Black woman is gonna do it for me every time...

unreal unearth - hozier - damage gets done (feat. brandi carlile) - i understood this on the first listen... this song is so over-hated for no reason, i don't understand why ppl dislike it!! it's such a perfect encapsulation of young, messy love and hozier and brandi's voices sound fantastic together... i love it!!!! and this whole album just WRECKED me on my first listen, like i spent half the album just crying :/

tagging - whoever sees this and wants to share their thoughts on some of their fave albums rn <333

#i had SOOOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS thank u again rena!!!!!#it took me a little bit to understand the tag game and thus having to redo it when i did figure it out 😭 but i loved it!!!#getting to talk abt music is just so much fun for me i love music so much...#tagged 💝

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latergatorsworld · 1 year

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Even When We Aren't Touching

Marc Spector x Reader

Tw- Drunkness, mentions of alcohol, kissing

Y/n had been crushing on Marc for a long time now. She didn't know that though. She thought she saw him in a just friends sort of way. She was wrong.

Marc had been longing to have Y/n by his side. He didn't know that though. He knew he was lonley but he didn't know the cure.

~Y/n Pov~

Just a few days ago, Y/n had come to the conclusion that she might like Marc. In a more than friends sorta way. But she didn't know how to prove her hypothesis. Instead she asked her closest friend, Yelena, for advice.

Y/n: Yelena

Yelena: what?

Y/n: How do you know if u like someone?

Yelena: idk, do I look like I've been in a romantic relationship before?

Y/n: Help meeeee idk what to do

Yelena: Based off what I've heard Bucky say about Sam, You need to see how you feel when you touch him.

Y/n: Touch him?!

Yelena: Get your mind out of the gutter.

Y/n: How am I gonna touch him tho? Touching someone without their consent is illegal.

Yelena: You've done many illegal things and this is the first time you're going to acknowledge something illegal?

Y/n: I don't remember doing anything illegal. If I don't remember, I didn't do it.

Yelena: Bullshit. Anywho, ask for consent. Consent is hot.

Y/n: I shouldn't listen to u but you're the only friend I have so fuck it

Yelena: That's my girl.

~Marc's pov~

Marc thought he liked Y/n. He didn't know if he was sure though. Sure, he couldn't get her out of his mind but that was normal right? Marc didn't know how to handle the situation so he talked to the hopless romantic and the Spanish man whore. He just needed a mirror.

Marc: Jake? Steven? You there?

Steven: I'm here, mate. It's a miracle that you checked if we were alive.

Jake: Si, presente, and what Steven said.

Marc: *eye roll* I have a question for you two.

Jake: Steven, do you think he's found out yet?

Steven: Well it is about time he has, it hurts to see how oblivious he is.

Marc: Know what? Have you been doing something behind my back? Did Jake go to the strip club again?

Jake: It was once! I didn't even know it was a stupid strip club!

Steven: That would be a no, mate.

Marc: Then? What is it?

Steven: Have you realized your crush? On Y/n to be specific.

Marc: Actually, I don't know if I like her or not.

Jake: Y sigue de pendejo este cabron. *face palm* You do.

Marc: I think I do but I'm not sure. How d I know if I like her?

Steven: Just approach her.

Marc: How?

Steven: Just get close to her, see if your heart beats fast when you're around her.

Jake: Wow. This is the first time i agree with one of you dumbasses. Surprisingly it wasn't Marc.

---- Time Skip ----

That afternoon Marc and Y/n decided to meet up at Steven's flat and just hang for a while. Jake and Steven kept on watching Marc's every move towards Y/n. They shipped it. Even though Steven is to old to know what shipping is. Anyways, Marc had taken a full hour getting ready for Y/n. He usually just took 5 minutes out of his day to get ready.

Y/n didn't take that much. She spent most time overthinking on how to prove her love hypothesis. Anyway, Y/n stood in front of the flat door re-overthinking everything. Like Y/n usually does. She finally built up the courage to knock on the door. It only took one knock for Marc to open the door.

"Y/n. Come in."

"Thanks." Said Y/n as she looked down at the floor. She noticed Marc more fancied up than usual, she liked it even though she still liked him as the man who only took 5 minutes getting ready.

Marc went over to the kitchen counter to pour out some drinks for him and Y/n. Steven and Jake looked at Marc from the reflection of a silver platter Steven had bought at an antique shop a week ago.

"Marc," began Jake, "could you take any longer? If you don't charm this lady I will."

"Jake, stop it." Said Marc as he turned to the platter.

"I'm sorry mate but you have to admit that he's right." Said Steven.

"Steven." Scolded Marc as Y/n stood clueless. She was aware of Marc situation but it didn't make her love him any less.

"Marc? Are you alright?" Asked Y/n.

"Mmm? Yes, I'm alright. There's nothing to worry about."

"Okay then."

They finished a whole bottle of wine together as they both thought of their fear to approach one another. They were drunk, obviously, but they were conscious. Steven had passed out do ti the amount of alcohol the body consumed. He had low tolerance. Jake on the other hand was still quite almost sober, this man could drink a whole bottle of throat burning tequila and be tipsy, not drunk but tipsy. Nobody knew how this man did it. Not even Steven who was a complete smarty pants.

Marc decided to take his alters advice and tried to approach Y/n. He stood infront of her. A few inches away.

"Marc-" Began Y/n.

"Hmm?" He hummed in response as he explored Y/n's eyes.

"Can I- can I touch you?"

"What?" That caught Marc off guard a bit.

"Can I touch you? I just wanna see if I like you or not."

"And what will happen of I let you touch me?"

"If I like you, my heart will beat fast. If I don't, then I won't feel anything."

"Hmm." He hummed as he stepped closer to her. "Don't you feel your heart race Y/n?" He proceeded to get closer to her, he made sure she was still comfortable though. It was exactly as Yelena had said, consent was hot. Even if it was unspoken.

Y/n's face was a blushing mess. It could be part of the effects of drinking but we all know it wasn't that. She was speechless. She inspected Marc over and over again. She saw deep into his dark brown eyes. She could never drown in his eyes, if you drown you die, she would never be dead in his eyes. His eyes were like her reason to live. She would live in his eyes forever, voluntarily.

"Y/n, doesn't your heart race?" Asked the man again.

"Yes. It does, but am I supposed to feel this way?"

"I think so, yeah. You should definitely feel this way."

"Does your heart race?"

"More than you could imagine."

He dragged one of her hands up to his chest, it was true, his heart did beat more than she could've imagined. The tension was real. They didn't want to do this drunk, they didn't want their first kiss to be filled with alcohol because Marc didn't think Y/n was conscious and Y/n didn't think Marc was conscious either. Can you blame them though? They cared for each other no matter their state or condition. It was love. It was care. Actually, it was more than that, greater than that. It was a feeling so ineffable to both of them because they had never felt it before.

They studied each other for some time as they yearned for a kiss. Marc then took one more step closer to Y/n.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah, it was about time you asked me that."

Their lips interlocked and Y/n's hands layed on Marc's chest. His hands were hesitant to grab her waist not wanting to take things further too fast. Instead, he cupped her face in his hands. The kiss was hungry and passionate, it was needy. They waited for this for too long. Their fantasies were reality. The kiss then became soft they didn't want to break off each other's lips. After wanting- no, needing this they didn't want it to end. But they knew that they didn't have to be touching for their hearts to race.

#marc spector x you #drunk confessions #marc spector #moon knight #oscar issac x reader #first kiss #longing #idk what to tag this as #moon bois

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