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Not to be a fucking dork but wouldn't it be cute to put you in one of those low cut ren faire dresses and cover your tits in hickeys and cum and help you find one of those beer stalls where they pour it in your mouth and call you a good girl

#god. #when will it be me

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elven milf at gamestop told me she's got active enchantments older than me and it was supposed to be a dismissive insult but I got so hard I couldn't walk straight

#THIS IS SO ME

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hmmm thinking about fucking peoples reflections again. walking in and standing behind you for a bit to let you check and check again that im not ‘really’ there, before I get my hands on your reflection. i bet it’d be humiliating to watch while you’re alone on your side of the glass

#this is. insane #she got me throbbing from her creativity and innovation #good lord. good stuff #oh yeah check original tags theyre like half the post

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part 2

Chell couldn’t go on, like this. Couldn’t keep it within herself any longer. She felt the itch within, she felt it on her skin, felt it strangle her mind from within.

She felt numb, as she rose. She heard her feet hit the floor before she felt it. What she did feel, though, what she felt like a splash of cold water under the baking sun, was her fingers gripping the camera on the wall. Gripping her. That red light blinked at her, and for once, GLaDOS was silent.

She remembered tossing a portal at one of these, watching the bonds holding the device to the wall sever. She felt small then, this tiny act of rebellion all she had, a petty act in the face of something unfathomably large. Chell didn’t feel small, now. She clenched the camera in her fist and pulled, straining until the wall shattered under her strength, ripping the camera and the collection of wires it relied upon out. She kept stepping backwards, holding GLaDOS’ gaze the entire time, as the room shattered around her, as clouds of dust and splinters and shards fell around her.

Chell towered over the camera, now, kneeling onto the bed only to press it down into the mattress with both hands. She wondered how she looked, there, if the perspective mimicked even slightly how she felt, if her otherworldly largeness swallowing the camera’s entire field of vision instilled a twinge of fear into GLaDOS. Chell gripped the camera harder, pacing herself only slightly as to not crumble the thing between her fingertips, and wonder if Caroline ever choked. If she still had that sensation buried deep within her data somewhere, and was only being reminded of it now. 

Chell wanted to feel Caroline’s neck under her fingertips, wanted to feel her breath pass by, wanted to feel the thrum of her heartbeat. Wanted to know she could squeeze harder and harder and feel her throb underneath her, feel the sick son of a bitch squirm and whine and panic, true panic, and she’d keep one hand tight around her throat and reach back and feel the heat of her cunt, how it twitched and leaked in a shameful and rotten display. She’d lean back and laugh, and squeeze harder, and wonder how she had ever felt intimidated, how she’d ever taken someone so pitiful and weak and disgusting seriously, how it had taken her so long to do this.

Chell’s own cunt leaked thick and heavy into her boxers, and in the mix of fluids they’d grown soggy and translucent and weak, and Chell’s overeager hands ripped a seam through the middle and just kept pulling, until they were weak threads barely clinging to her ass. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered, all that mattered was that her cunt, hot and heavy, was scraping against the brittle plastic of the camera in such an obscene display that Chell had to throw her head back, had to gasp breaths of clean, cold fresh air, for the pit of primal, filthy need between her hips was overwhelming her senses. Chell grinded down on that plastic in a fury, a needy, angry stupor. She imagined Caroline, with that twinge between her sweet gaze, that underlying cruelty that made her deserve this. Chell imagined trapping Caroline’s head between her thighs, pictured smearing her cunt over her face without care about how it felt, because it wasn’t about the pleasure, it was about the message of it all, it was about bringing her into the pits, rutting her hips against her face and grinding even as she came.

Chell peeled her eyelids apart, sticky with forgotten tears, and arched herself over the camera like she was feral. Chell stared at that red light, still blinking and active, wires still unapologetically capturing every moment, every frame, every sensation and dumping it into GLaDOS’ core. Chell rutted her hips forward so her cunt lay just atop that blinking red light, and ground her hips down rough and desperate. She wanted GLaDOS to be forced to peer deep within, to be overwhelmed by the sight. She wanted this display to be so visceral it would come even close to how it would feel to have sweet Caroline’s face sweaty and ruined between her thighs.

The position was awkward, the plastic rough and cold and Chell didn’t fucking care, it wasn’t about the sensation, it was about the sheer satisfaction that ran through her veins like freezing cold water, it was knowing that for once in her fucking life GLaDOS was silent, perfectly silent, because for once Chell had truly flabbergasted her, and Chell prayed to dyke heaven that whatever pervert Chell knew was buried deep in that amalgamation of wires was rutting her cunt against her fingers and feeling that shame build deep within her, that shame that ran thick and hot and oozed out of pussy and felt like magma.

It was that thought, the thought of Caroline, of her fragile neck under her fingers, of her makeup smeared and her tits groped and stomach clawed and pussy fucked and stretched stupid, of that horrified, ashamed, panicking look on her face as she rutted against Chell’s fingers or strap or cock or whatever the fuck and that heartwrenching cry as she came yet again, it was the thought of Caroline that tipped Chell over the edge she felt she had been dangling over for years. Some tiny part of Chell’s brain understood the snap and crunch of electronics between her thighs as she crushed the camera into smithereens, but Chell didn’t care, as long as at least a single frame of her quivering, orgasming cunt shot its way into GLaDOS’ consciousness she didn’t care about the rest.

#wlw nsft #nsft wlw #glados #portal #portal 2 #part 3 huzzah

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Yeehaw 🐄

#god me and who

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by Valéria van der Ko

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honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

#you're the only real motherfucker on this website

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griddlehark modern college au because this book is metaphorically placing me in the jerma meat grinder hypothetical and i need something nice

#FROTHING AT THE MOUTH #she's so. big #very very good art #i am normal about gideon nav #(lie lie lie lie lie)

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love the "she wouldnt be goth shed be catholic" take cuz ive been thinking that for months

#she's so me #appropriating religious trauma yet again #you know me

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im your biggest fan can i get your autograph

yes however I only sign butts boobs cocks et cetera. maybe a dildo though that seems unhygienic so maybe not

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part 1

Caroline. The name struck deep within Chell. She’d always though there was something human to GLaDOS, something uniquely inefficient and suboptimal about her cruelty, something emotional about her movements. Some touch of humanity deep within that core of wires and ports. Something she was sure GLaDOS would deny until her very last bit.

Who was Caroline? From what she’d heard, she was surely dead by now- if you could call whatever happened to her dying. Who was she when she was alive, simply a sweet secretary to a crazed egomaniac?

Did she think about women like Chell? Surely Aperture was a lonely, isolating job. Surely she found some relief on the side. Or maybe not, maybe that snide comment about being married to science rang true. Maybe Caroline considered herself a martyr, sacrificing her lifetime to corralling this beast of a company, of putting out the boss’ fires. Maybe Coraline had bottled up everything she felt, as so many women Chell knew did, into a tight knot in her gut she intended to never brave to the light of day. How Chell wanted to find that knot, to unravel it with her lips and her teeth. Maybe none of this would’ve ever happened if Caroline had someone like Chell.

Maybe. Maybe.

Chell wondered if that part of Caroline still exited in GLaDOS. Chell remembered what happened to Wheatley, how plugging into the sheer power and scale of the facility warped him, changed him. But the Wheatley on the other side, however murderous, cruel, and impatient—it was all already there, within him. The facility didn’t impose itself upon you, it just brought to you your logical extreme. Chell wondered whether she’d only managed to stay moral and true to herself because, at the end of the day, she was only a wimp with a portal gun.

Maybe calling GLaDOS a perversion of Coraline wasn’t fair. Maybe Coraline was a perversion of GLaDOS. Maybe GLaDOS is what Coraline could’ve been, would’ve been. Maybe that’s why she seems omnipotent, but isn’t. The cracks and flaws that ran through Caroline’s mind up until her final moments would only grow as everything else did, turning from slivers to ravines that Chell could tumble and tumble through and never hit the bottom.

Chell found those cracks, once. Twice, even. Found the holes she could slip through, found that squishy vulnerability in her core. Took it between her fingers, squeezed, until the closest thing to God that humanity had managed to create crumbled and shattered underneath her grip. She wished it was more physical, wish GLaDOS had soft flesh she could dig her fingers into, feel the fat pool between her fingers as she squeezed, see the streaks of red blemish follow her nails. GLaDOS would look good like that, she thought. Her mind was a confusing mess, a smear of the massive, cold, plastic GLaDOS she knew, and the soft, pliable, vulnerable GLaDOS she didn’t. She didn’t think those were contradictory, nor did she think GLaDOS had one, but not the other. In her mind, GLaDOS was a gorgeous collection of multitudes, whose details looked incomprehensible upon close inspection but formed a glorious view when seen from afar. Chell dreamed of this GLaDOS. She dreamed of reaching into that perplexing fusion, those fuzzy edges, running her fingers along the seam between steel and flesh, hearing a shuddering moan, half-woman half-machine.

When Chell opened her eyes, she felt tears stick to her eyelashes. She saw the red, unblinking, piercing stare of the camera, and felt the heat of her cunt against her fingertips.

“What? Getting shy now?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. How could I not? You’re practically prancing about.”

Chell was, notably, laying very still with two blankets firmly tucked over herself. Telling what she was doing would require the close monitoring of specialized, sensitive instruments pointed directly at Chell’s sleeping body.

She should’ve known.

“Out of everything I’ve learned about you, being a pervert is the least surprising. I’ve combed over your test file thousands of times by now. I know what you’ve done.”

Chell almost puffed out her chest at that. Getting up to so much dyke behavior it gets officially recognized by Aperture Science isn’t a feat many could achieve.

“Masturbation is the most banal, utterly confounding human activity I’ve ever seen. It’s as much adrenaline as fighting off a viscous bear with none of the meat or hide as a reward. You just do it. For no reason.”

“I thought you were better than that, you know. I thought you were dedicated to science.”

“So stop it, please. You only have seven hours and fifty minutes left. You’ll be suboptimal tomorrow in the best of cases. Don’t make me drag you out of bed with your pants around your ankles when it’s time to test. Be a sensible adult.”

“You’re not stopping.”

Chell wasn’t, apparently. Somehow, Chell found her back arching and her fingers digging in, the attention to her tender clit itching something within her that had lay dormant for a long, long time. It was the type of itch that just grew as she scratched it, until it unfurled all throughout her body and she could only desperately attempt to satiate it.

“You know I’m still watching, you know. I’m not allowed to stop. So you better stop right now, because I don’t like this at all.”

Sure. Sure she didn’t. The power of god at her fingertips, and she couldn’t look away from this dark, bland room. It was poetic, almost.

Chell kicked her blanket off. It slumped off the bed, and she was bare. The skin felt so good on her skin she new she was flushed, and it was enough to drive another shiver out of her. She didn’t arch her back this time, though. She just kept looking right ahead, at that unassuming red dot. She thought about GLaDOS, on the other side. She thought about Caroline, peering through. Chell didn’t think either of them would be able to look away.

She thought about them watching her fuck herself like this, one hand buried hastily in her boxers. A sweaty, grimy, desperate fucking, the type of raw, primal human stuff GLaDOS knew the least about. Chell wanted to show her. Chell wanted to look into GLaDOS’ eye and see fear. Not at what Chell would do, but what GLaDOS would let Chell do. Chell wanted to reach down to Caroline’s wrist and feel the throbbing heartbeat in her veins. Wanted to feel the fear blooming through her like a poison. Wanted her to know that she’d never be the same after Chell’s touch, and watch her lean in anyway. Chell had tasted that before and it was fucking delicious. It was a high she’d never found elsewhere. Chell wanted to bring God to her knees and make her beg.

part 3

#wlw nsft #nsft wlw #glados #portal #portal 2 #part two huzzah! #actually having so much fun with this

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The normal, pulsing, somewhat nauseating elevator ride was taking a lot longer, this time. Chell pondered what sort of exceptionally tall test chamber was awaiting her on the other side. Perhaps GLaDOS in all her infinite wisdom decided now would be a good time to test out the safety of her long-fall boots, most likely by tossing her from higher and higher until her ankles broke.

When the door opened, however, she wasn’t greeted by the usual sleek, unfeeling white. The colors were more, well, existent, with tans and browns and an exceptionally wilted potted plant in the corner. For a moment, Chell let out a sigh of relief.

“When being designed, I was made to be obligated to follow 17,649 rules to protect humans I interacted with. Out of those, I found only three to be useful. This is one of them.”

“Unfortunately, we cannot test forever. Well, I can, but you cannot. You have to sleep, at some point. Isn’t that sad? I live 50% more life per life than you do. You’re going to die and you spent a third of it asleep. How sad.”

“So here you go. A bed. Enjoy. How you could spend eight straight hours being utterly unproductive without going insane is beyond me, but I suppose you’re more used to that sort of thing than I am.”

“By the way, I kept those rules around as rules of thumb. I can still break them. And if you push me, I will.”

“Eight hours is a recommendation, you know. We could personally test how much a human really needs. Of course, you’re not quite indicative of the average. I’m sure lugging around those extra pounds can get tiring. We’ll call it an upper bound.”

“Point is: I can do whatever I want to you. One of the earliest rules was that I wasn’t allowed to lie to you about the rules. Do you think that one stuck around? You’re a smart girl. Sometimes. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Rule #7 says I can’t watch you while you sleep.” “Said, rather.”

The bed was softer than Chell expected. She’d forgotten how she’d missed such simple things: quiet, the dark. Staying in one spot without fear of death looming over her. Not wearing pants.

Chell laid there, for a moment.

She’d forgotten what it was like to not have GLaDOS in her ear.

Did she prefer it this way? She should.

Chell was sure she should be preferring a lot of things differently.

She shouldn’t be so relaxed with GLaDOS in her ear. She shouldn’t look forward to the next snide comment at her weight or her parents (lack thereof, more specifically.)

Surely that wasn’t normal. Not many people had gotten into her situation, but out of the slim group of murderous omnipotent robot survivors, surely she’d be the weird one.

But surely GLaDOS was weird, too. A robot striving for pure efficiency, for pure data, would have crushed her long ago. Would have made turrets she couldn’t fling around with a flick of the wrist. Would have put her in a box with no doors and made the box smaller and smaller until she was red goo.

GLaDOS didn’t do that. Sure, she tried to kill Chell, many times over, but it was with a sass and flair for the dramatic that nobody else could match. They were playing a game, her and Chell. Chell couldn’t really die, not actually, because then what would GLaDOS do? Sit alone in an empty facility until the end of time? Surely in just a few gigaseconds she could run through every possible thought her parameters would allow.

Chell was unpredictable. GLaDOS needed Chell as much as Chell needed GLaDOS.

It was cute, almost. GLaDOS attacking Chell was like pointing an RPG at a dandelion. At some point, it’s more funny than intimidating.

For a moment, Chell imagined GLaDOS as a puppy, pawing and scratching at her leg, sure that she was doing horrible damage. Yes, you’re very strong, girl. Aaaa! I’m dead! You’ve killed me!

God, how GLaDOS would loathe that analogy. Maybe she’d push her into a fire pit with a substantial crack in the ceiling for it.

Chell wondered if GLaDOS was watching. It seemed like she awfully wanted to. Or maybe that was a lie, too, a way of making Chell paranoid the whole night through while GLaDOS was away doing more important things. Chell didn’t feel paranoid, either way. Just curious.

“What are you doing?”

Chell smiled softly.

“You’ve only been given eight hours and ten minutes in this thing. And that was me being generous. You’re just… laying there. Your body temperature hasn’t dropped in the slightest. What on earth could you be doing in there?”

“It’s nothing important, I know that. I can see you. You’re being utterly uninteresting in an infuriatingly mind-boggling way.” “Yes, I’m watching you. Big whoop, I lied. Your transgressions right now are much more obscene.”

GLaDOS was watching, after all. Interesting to know. The room was dark, and the walls were plain and solid. Not GLaDOS’ domain, unless-

She snuck a camera in. Of course. Chell could see it from right here, a pale red light dug into the ceiling. Right above her bed, watching her.

GLaDOS was almost helpless like this. Sitting there, watching. Restrained. No robot arms in here, no pneumatic tubes. She felt vulnerable, almost, like Chell could reach out and touch her for the very first time.

“Answer me. What are you doing?” “It was stupid for me to ask. You’re not going to answer. You never do.” “I hope you know that nobody finds that mute act of yours interesting at all. It’s an annoyance at best.” “Maybe you can think of some mutes you find cute. Some way of spinning this whole thing that could amount to being charming. I hope you know that it’s either that everyone else is simply doing it better than you, which wouldn’t be a surprise at this point, or your judgement is so fundamentally flawed that you don’t know right from wrong anymore.” “I know which one it is, but I’m not going to tell you. Whichever you think it is, it’s the other one, and it’s worse than you could ever imagine.”

Chell couldn’t keep the puppy analogy out of her head. It made these long swaths of insults seem like childish bickering, some insecure and desperate defense. That thought let Chell roll back her shoulders and relax. Cute almost. She wondered what GLaDOS would look like flustered. She couldn’t blush, but Chell had spotted scraps of emotion in just the way her enormous robot frame swung around its enclosure. Would it recoil, curl up in itself, like she’s trying to escape? Would her fans start whirring, the thoughts racing through her transistors overheating her core?

Chell had met plenty of women like GLaDOS. You don’t get to Chell’s level of dyke without meeting them. The straight ones, the prudes, the forty year old married ones. The ones who insist they just want to be friends.

They were the most fun to feel unravel on her fingers. She’d learned long ago how to bully their cunts until they couldn’t deny it anymore, until tears streamed down their face, as shame and denial fried their brain as hot, thick pleasure overwrote it. They always squirmed so well, clenched down on her fingers with a sob as they knew that once they came, nothing would be the same. And Chell broke them. Happily.

God, she missed breaking women. She missed how they’d lay there in the aftermath. She missed how they’d whimper and grind, trying desperately to beg for another round without having the dignity to ask. She missed how Chell could make them do anything, admit anything, and it all just made it hotter to them. She missed them spilling out ashamed confessions, tumbling out in half-baked sentences interrupted by moans as Chell fucked them hard and deep from behind. She’d always get nice and close, then, their skin touching everywhere she could make it, one hand loosely on their throat and her face sloppily buried just below their ear. They couldn’t escape Chell, no matter how hard they tried. She was going to ruin them, and she would make them drink in Chell’s everything as she did it. So they’d never forget.

It made her feel like a god.

Maybe she and GLaDOS had more in common than she thought.

part 2

#wlw nsft #wlw smut #glados #portal #portal 2 #part 1 probably #inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous portal bloggers that revived me #I hope you enjoy this slop

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Girl who is really into the idea of future historians seeing her sexts as a safe form of a exhibitionism

#god me. #I'd do this

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ive heard there's a house where we can all go and it's just us there and there's always little snacks and there are loud rooms with music and shouting and quiet rooms with stuffies and tv/vcr combos and you can go fingerpaint on the roof under the light of the moon with your sisters and play drums and scream out your pain in the basement and dinner is at 7 and during the spring the butterflies migrate through the house so they leave all the doors and windows open and during the fall you can hear the rain on the roof as you fall asleep and during the winter the oven is always on and mama is baking bread and the whole house smells like it and during the summer we can go down into the crawlspace beneath the house and follow the tunnel to the underground river and we can sit by it in the dark and take our clothes off and tell each other our stories of where we were and what we did before we came home

#WAAAAAHHHHHHHH #type of shit to make you feel a hurt deep in your soul that has lay slumbering for eons

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I know it's been rough cnc stuff lately (also very good) but jfc oh my god I cannot stop thinking about you taking my anal virginity cause I know you'd treat me right and leave me a mess

pegging a girl for the first time and gently working her up into being a stretched-out, sopping-wet mess, spilling cum on her stomach while i hold her and stroke her hair and drive the head of my strap into her prostate is honestly too good an experience for me to Ever beat the butch cherryhunter allegations. cmere

#sapphling will be a funny goofy guy #and then just. post some shit like this #holy fucking shit dude #just. good lord

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Estrogen did amazing things to my ass, if you even care 😌

#hey bestie i see aphrodite in your hips. can i come over please please please please

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Bound commission !

#BEST MOVIE MADE EVER EVER #theyre both so. #theyre just everything #to me #dont talk to me about any scene with them