#which didn't even hold for a minute

[cel-aerion]

Day Two of Colossalcon 2023, cosplaying Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach)

ft. If You Look Closely You Will See That One of My Boots Is Lacking a Heel Because It Freaking Broke Literally Three Minutes Before the Photoshoot

Bonus, because I thought this look just worked well with sunglasses:

#not a reblog #fnaf sb #roxanne wolf #fnaf roxy #cosplay #my cosplay #these boots were legit at LEAST 20 years old so they served me well #but to give out just before the photoshoot was just mean #i missed a good chunk of the shoot bc i was at cosplay repair trying to shove it together with duct tape #which didn't even hold for a minute #and then i missed some arcade stuff bc i had to take the boots off and then was running through the convention shoeless #so yeah it was An Adventure #i didn't bring the boots home either #just left them in the hotel room garbage #and i am honestly sad about this fact #like it feels like i gave up on them and abandoned them #but also like it felt like trying to properly fix them to get any more use out of them was just asking too much #so there you go #the tale of my emotional attachment to these boots i guess?

[daz4i]

uh oh i think my laptop's officially dead

#i really hope not. but. the keyboard stopped working suddenly 😭 #idk maybe i turned smth off accidentally?? idk if that's even possible #I'm trying to restart it now but it's going. very slowly. which is also worrying #even holding the off button isn't doing anything. shit #it was so sudden too??? it was actually still working like i could use the mouse and it was playing music #this is so weird I'm so scared 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #it's like 5 years old man don't do this to me 😐😐😐😐😐😐😐 #update: well it's not turning off so i took the charger out and hope it dies from a lack of battery power soon #and then I'll plug it back in and see if it helps 😔 #i THINK it happened before?? like that it didn't turn off and i had to wait for the battery to drain first #I'm so worried i really hope it doesn't die 😔 it'll break me mentally i fear. #(yes it's an object but like. i need it man. and it has a lot of my stuff there. and a lot of distractions from the fact I'm alive) #bro why is this taking so long #usually when i use my laptop and it's not actively being charged it dies within 5 minutes #it's been over 10 now and it's still going?? now?? when i actually WANT it to die?? #:/ think I'm gonna leave it alone for now hhhhh whatever. I'm very anxious but there's not much i can do besides waiting anyway

[coquelicoq]

things i learned today:

my stepdad doesn't like the word obituary. why? well i can't be 100% certain because i asked no follow-up questions, but based on the way he relayed this information ("i don't like to use the word [lowers voice] oBITCHuary") i have a pretty good idea.

"we have to google meet" (as in, call each other on the Google Meet app) and "we have to google 'meat'" sound identical and i will interpret it as the latter regardless of how little sense that makes in context.

some drinking glasses have a little divot at the top of the handle into which my thumb fits perfectly!!!!!!!!

apparently when you find yourself at a branch of the library that's closing in three days for renovations, you should go ahead and check out all 11 books you have an eye on, because the computer will give you a due date SEVEN MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE. even though you could return the books at any other branch! jackpot.

#besties i am soooo sleep-deprived and i tell you when she said 'we have to google meet' to me... #i was like oh yeah makes sense. because you have anemia. and she was like what. and i was like wait googling 'meat' wouldn't help #with anemia...like you already know you should eat meat...you already know what foods meat is in...okay so why are we googling 'meat'? #fully trusting her to have a totally rational reason for announcing to me that we should google 'meat' while dropping me off @ the bus stop #fully prepared to support her in this random endeavor of mysterious utility #but she showed me her phone with the google meet icon and was like 'no i'm calling my girlfriend when you get out of the car' #and then we laughed hysterically for like three straight minutes. one of those days besties <3 #fun with words #libraries #my posts #no but the library thing is so funny. these weren't even holds i just started running low on library books so i took myself to a branch #only to see all these signs like 'closing in three days!' which i had no idea was happening because it's not my usual branch #so i was like okay whatever. good thing i didn't try to come three days from now i guess! #then i checked out and it was like due date: october 1 2023. they're like please temporarily store these books for us while we renovate 🥺 #we don't have room for them 🥺because of construction 😫 will you pretty please give them a good home for all of the spring and summer 🙏 #like a of all don't mind if i do and secondly that's so fucking funny what the fuck. you guys know about other branches right #like you're aware i can put these books in any book return in the county? yeah? alright haha take it easy

[leatherbookmark]

i decided to give a k-bl series a chance -- i'm not a fan of k-dramas, and most bls i've watched were "yeah, it's nice" at best, so this is Big -- and my loves -- reader -- what did i get in return? what did the show give me in return for my enormous leap of faith? can you guess? hm?? hm???

second-hand embarrassment through the roof STRAIGHT between the eyes

#shrimp thoughts #I AM. SPEECHLESS #out of ALL THE DRAMAS THERE ARE i had to pick one with a 'oh you dropped this' situation in which the 'this' is a silicone dick #by the way this is not the first 'oh you dropped this' situation in this episode. i'm not even 7 minutes in #(and every time the 'dropped' object is just... tossed in from outside the shot in the MOST blatant way. and of course every time the #character dropping it wasn't even holding it at the moment so i guess people's stuff just randomly hops out of their bags/boxes/whatever) #the main character also goes 'am i going to be alright like this...' in his thoughts two times as well #i'm only watching this because ace did a song for this drama and the synopsis didn't sound mind-numbingly stupid #but like. i guess when it comes to bl dramas a lot depends on how much you're willing to embrace the Convention™ #and i... like not having to skip or remind myself of the Convention as i watch the /first/ episode. not every show has to be intellectually #stimulating and a masterpiece of its genre obviously but when i do give something a chance i like to know i made the right choice #alas. double alas because my criteria are extremely picky and stupid namely 'a kdrama that's unlike a kdrama' (swap the k for t or j #if you want to) and 'a bl drama that's unlike a bl drama' (aka not tropey to all hell) and also 'not boring' if it's possible #so perhaps i should just give up orz

[practically-an-x-man]

thinking about an interaction i had with a couple sfx classmates the other day

#one was doing makeup on the other and i walked up to chat for a minute #and the one modeling was like “hey [pax] your voice sounds different. deeper almost. or like a different timbre idk” #and I kinda brushed it aside bc I didn't think my voice sounded any different than usual #and the other friend goes “idk maybe they're having a masculine moment today” #which. okay for one i love these guys for respecting my genderqueer-ness. like they actually use alternate pronouns and stuff for me #but the other thing is that i actually was having a bit more of a masc day that day and didn't even notice until they mentioned it #so it leaves me wondering if i do actually hold my voice differently or if it was just some kind of coincidence

[daisywords]

they should make a support group for people who love to sing but are cursed with mediocre voice

#if I had the flashy voice genetics I would be unstoppable #literally I can write music and arrange covers and sightread well and harmonize and hold my own on complicated choir parts #but will I ever be ''a good singer?'' #nope. mediocre at best. assigned background choir member for life #which is fine (love singing in choirs) but even then there's a stopping point #I won the choir department award at my high school (literally I was section leader all 4 years) #but then didn't make it past callbacks when I auditioned for choir at my university #and anyway now I just have to scrounge minutes of being home alone so I can sing at the piano in peace #I don't like singing when people can hear me in case they think I have delusions of grandeur lol #it's like yeah I know I'm not like. good. can I just enjoy things #esp since one of my current roommates has a very good voice and is part of a very good a cappella group. makes me self conscious #anyway sometimes I get nostalgic for when my youngest brother was a baby who was not very good at going to sleep at night #and we took turns putting him to bed and when it was my turn I got to sing him every song I knew #which was not embarrassing! bc it was obviously for a higher purpose! #do I daydream about having my own babies so I can sing to them? also yes!

[yangsrose]

going zip lining and having the cute instructor not only make conversation with me during the wait times but also having to straddle me while trying to catch me after getting to one of the platforms was not on my trip bucket list

#i'm so glad that my parents weren't there when we went BECAUSE- #my guys he was straddling me for a good five minutes because he wasn't able to harness me #when i got to the buffer he tried to clip me in but wasn't able to so he had to hold onto my harness #but then that didn't work because i kept going backwards every time he tried to clip me on so he had to half straddle my legs #that held me in place and he tried to clip me but he wasn't able to and i started going back even farther bc the clip hit my harness #since i was going back even further what does he do? #HE HALF STRADDLES MY LEGS but he kept a good distance from me so that i wasn't too close to him or anything #BUT IT GETS WORSE BC HE WASN'T ABLE TO CLIP ME ON SO HE HAD TO PULL ME CLOSER #at this point he was literally sitting on me while we were in air #AND HE KEPT SQUEEZING HIS LEGS AROUND ME SO THAT HE COULD HOLD ON BETTER I'M SO- #he finally managed to pull me closer and clip on the harness and then pull me back to the platform #he kept apologising to me whenever he had to get closer which i found really sweet lol #i had to look everywhere but straight ahead or down because it was awkward to look anywhere else #but he was a very sweet person in general and kept talking to me whenever he could so yay me :D #rose rants

[oopsallmabari]

like here’s the thing. i do not have many ocs (for DA, at least) that deep down at their core are not good people. there are some that fuck up, some that are yknow. may have some questionable ethics, but i consider them mostly people that want to see good in the world and will contribute to the greater good. but eric is not a good person, and he is very deeply convinced that he is, and he is good at convincing others that he is. i think he would make a good inquisitor, but i also think that that inquisition would be a quietly horrifying one.

#ari speaks #eric trevelyan #like in the normal universe where arya is inquisitor my general thought process is #he shows up eventually with information on samson (who recruited templars from markham of which eric was knight-captain) #and to an extent to reconnect with arya since she appears to be on the side of making things right #but he is deeply concerned about what arya is doing with the inquisition. he is deeply concerned about the power that she holds as a mage. #he didn't join the red templars because he doesn't agree with how the templars strayed from the chantry. not because he's a good guy. #he is still concerned w the mage-templar war even as the breach rages. and he is incensed that fiona is just. around. influencing things. #he absolutely attempts to kill her lmfao. #ANYWAY i will shoosh now. i'm word vomiting here bc i haven't worked on my fic(s) in a minute.

[scarletcomet]

my therapist agrees with me that i need more than 1 hr of therapy a week :\

#also realized that im doing worse than i was when i saw her last in december #she asked me about self-harm and i was able to honestly say that it's been about a month so i guess that's improvement #she thinks i need to go back up to at least iop #idk what to do though because i was discharged from iop on dec 29 and they thought i was ready even though i didn't feel ready #but i think a large part of that being my discharge date is because i left for a trip on jan 2 #i liked the program i was in and i liked my doctor (who i am now seeing outpatient once a month) but i was in that program for a long time #so maybe i need to be looking into other programs. that one was close to home and a young adult program which i liked #it feels kinda shitty to have to go back up to a higher level of care yet again #but at least i dont need inpatient and tbh if i dont get the help i need now then probably will end up needing inpatient again #i have work tonight and i dont feel like i can do it. i dont feel like i can hold myself together for that long let alone also do my job #and like be the adult #but i teach/tutor students and they might not be able to find someone to sub my classes this last minute #and today is the first day of this semester (other then the classes i subbed on monday) so im worried if i dont do them today #theyll give my classes to someone else #i should never have told my bosses that i am home from school because of mental health ugh

[roaringroa]

just sent in an assignment exactly 1:50 minutes before it was due oh my god i can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins

#went off my adhd meds during the extended weekend cause i spent it at a uni sports competition #which means during the day i watched matches and cheered for my uni and during the night i got drunk and danced badly to music i don't like #from what i've read the meds would mess up my ability to tell when i need to stop drinking and yeah i would nawt have liked that #cause i actually pride myself in the fac that while i do get drunk and have fun i always know when to stop #like i've never in my life puked from alcohol and i almost never have hangovers the day after drinking #anyway i went off my meds and only started taking it again today so no effects yet the adhd is back full force #and honestly i wasn't too worried about this assignment cause i had to choose and comment on 3 civil law cases #each dealing with different things regarding evidence: one borrowed evidence one procuration of evidence determined by the judge #and one inversion of the onus of the evidence (with the catch of it not being a consumer relationship it had to be regulated by cpc not cdc #i had already separated each of these so i'd only have to write about them which would take what? 1 hour max? #so i started writing 21:30 pretty late considering i had almost the whole day to do it but still had a reasonable amount of time #however... as i started writing about the last one i was like hold on... and then realized i misunderstood the case and it wasn't applicabl #it was already like 22:20 by then so i scrambled to find a inversion of onus one but like ALL OF THEM ARE REGARDING CONSUMER RELATIONSHIPS! #i spent like an hour and 10 minutes trying to find one and i simply couldn't... #so i made do with a case where one part argued saying the relationship didn't fit the one described in cdc (consumer defense code) #and the judge said you can apply cdc but even if you couldn't you can apply the cpc (civil procedure code) so either way onus is inverted #and then i just pretended the whole argument was about the second point cause at that point i had like 15 min to write about it and send #did not proofread a single word idk if it's coherent or even correct but idc at least it was sent on time #and the other 2 parts are pretty well done so not too bad even if the last one is wrong #my post #anyway no classes tomorrow cause it's the day my uni was founded and they celebrate by cancelling everything so hooray

[eternityofend]

Another type of milk.

PAIRING: Francis Mosses x Female!Reader ( Slight Doppelganger!Francis Mosses x Reader. )

Requested: Can I request something for Francis, the Milkman? Like the scenario is: Y'all be talking then, they do it under the desk while the reader is working?

MDNI +18, NSFW.

You scroll through your phone, time ticking with each passing second as you get even more bored. Your job as a doorman was nice however the hours needed to work were plenty enough of time for you to wish you had never taken up such a job in the first place.

You hear a tap on the window as you see Francis in front of you, holding a carton of milk in his hands, his movements were sluggish and his eye bags were darker than when you last saw him.

You ignored the concern building in you and tried to find your wallet to pay for the milk you ordered from Francis, keyword: tried. You frantically searched your pockets and the drawers but there was no sign of a leather wallet in all of the places you searched.

Francis stares at you with a blank expression, completely minding his own business as he didn't question the amount of time it took for you to find your wallet.

"Hey.. can I pay you up in a different way?"

Francis raises his eyebrows, skeptical about your request but nods his head; far too kept up with how much time this delivery was taking. He wasn't used to social interaction anyway, he just wanted to get out.

You motion for him to come into your office, opening the gate for him and closing it once he went through.

A few minutes later, Francis knocks on your door and you let him in, he's still holding onto the carton of milk which you help him put on your desk.

"Mmmm.. so what's this different method of payment are you talking about?.." Francis mutters, his voice husky with the tiredness he felt from his job, tone as curious as ever.

You walk up to him, putting your hand on his chest while smiling innocently.

Francis looked at you with a curious expression, gulping as he was nervous about what you were going to do with him.

Francis looked at your eyelashes, and your pretty eyes, trying to distract himself from the weird thoughts he was thinking; perhaps he was watching too much inappropriate stuff, he should limit himself on that.

"Do you live alone?" You asked, knowing well what his answer would be.

Francis tore his gaze away from you, now staring at your wall. "Yes.."

He hears a small laugh come from you, and his body feels tingly with extreme nervousness. Why were you laughing? Did you expect him to have a roommate or something?

"So you have no one to milk you at home then?" You whisper in Francis's ears, watching him tense up as he caved in to your voice and touch.

You saw the way his knees trembled to hold onto his body, cheeks turning redder than the scarlet milk he frequently delivers.

You put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you with a smile on your face. "Let me help you, that's my payment." You utter, watching his eyes widen as he came across a conflicted statement-- not knowing what to choose.

You really didn't have to wait long.

Francis stares up at you, hand on his mouth as he leans against the wall, ears flushing with blush as he attempted to conceal his noises from you, afraid of someone hearing.

You rubbed your shoe against his bulge, looking at him with a mischievous look on your face, wanting to make him cum from a dry orgasm before you fully fuck him.

"Ah~ Hnn~ Ngn~" Francis moans out, his sounds muffled by how hard he was biting on his hand, throwing his head back at how lewd your method to pleasure him was.

His eyes were teary and his cheeks were flushed, he looked as if he already got fucked by you even if you hadn't advanced that fast yet.

You grin, pressing on his erection with the heel of your shoe-- enjoying the way he stuttered, gripping onto your leg with his free hand.

A tap on the window stops you from admiring him longer, and Francis panics. He couldn't run out because it would be suspicious if the visitor were to see someone come from below your desk, he didn't want to spread rumours as well if someone recognized him.

So he just sat there, both hands covering his mouth.

Wait.. what were you doing?

Francis bites onto his hand, heart pulsing as he felt your shoe rub more against his dick, you were crazy! Why were you still continuing?!

You grinned, twirling your hair as you faced a doppelganger of one of the visitors, not even having to check the ID to know it was a doppelganger.

You had to admit, it sure mimicked the resident properly, but if it weren't for the real Francis already being below your desk, you would've let the doppelganger of Francis in, there were barely any differences as well.

"Oh? My appearance..? I don't quite follow.." The doppelganger muttered, trying to keep calm as he felt rage from how fast you figured out he was a doppelganger.

You were not only a pretty doorman but a smart one too, the doppelganger held back on transforming, wanting to see if he could still convince you that he was the real one.

You chuckle at the doppelganger's confused expression, adding a bit more pressure to your shoe as you pressed on Francis's erection, hearing a small moan come out of him.

The doppelganger's eyes widened, looking around as he was confused at where the noise came from.

What a shame, you'd so tease the real Francis using the doppelganger if only you weren't allowed to spread the fact that Doppelgangers existed.

"I'm sorry, but I don't quite think I can let you in."

You rang the DDD and let them handle the situation, completely forgetting about Francis beneath you, trembling at how much pressure he was receiving.

By the time you remembered about him, you were already finished with the doppelganger situation, seeing him all teary and red just from your shoe.

You laugh, lifting his face up as you stop rubbing your shoe against his dick, grinning at him with a new idea in mind.

"Let's start with the milking process now, shall we, Milkman? But first, why don't you eat me out first?"

You catch his flustered expression as he nodded, moving his hands all the way to your thighs as he got rid of your panties.

Francis moves closer to your pussy, licking on it as his eyes widened from the taste, it was much different than the milk he was used to.

You let out a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider as you felt Francis shove his tongue straight into you, eating you out as if he was a man that was starved for years.

His tongue flicks against your clit, and you let out a full moan, suddenly closing your thighs around Francis's head, he didn't seem to mind however.

"Shit... you sure know how to eat pussy.." You mumble, biting on your lip as you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of his cold wet tongue.

Francis's hooked nose makes you moan as it pressed against your pussy because of how close he was.

You moan, throwing your head back when you feel Francis's tongue licking on your clit, lapping it up as if it was water.

Your grip on his hair tightens, clenching down on his tongue as you orgasmed.

Francis moans beneath you, the vibration running across your entire body making you shake and tremble.

You breathe out, your pussy pulsing while Francis explored your insides, eager to drink up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste.

You pull Francis away from your dick, and your pussy twitches at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded, staring at you while his tongue and mouth were filled with your cum.

Francis smiles, and swallows your cum right in front of you, making you bite your lip from how aroused you were.

"We aren't done yet, Milkman." You grin.

But apparently the story is done! I hope you enjoyed the story, this is my second time writing smut :)

#milkman x reader #milkman #francis mosses #Francis #francis mosses x reader #x reader #female reader #reader #x you #you #smut #thats not my neighbor #doppelganger #doppelganger francis mosses

[violetrainbow412-blog]

A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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some minor Wonka spoilers I guess! If you like it, tell me in the comments, that will make me happy :)

“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

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[bakvrue]

cw: alcohol and being tipsy, fluff

“Katsuki,” you sing, winding your arms tighter around his neck.

“Hm?”

He's carrying you on his back, his arms hooked around your legs holding you in place, even when you're swaying side to side.

“Katsukiiiiii,” the bottle you managed to drink tonight is contributing to your syllables slurring, but not the fluttering in your chest.

“Yes princess?”

Your cheeks warm and you bury your nose into his hair. He's so warm, and perfect, and smart, and funny, and strong, and wonderful, and handsome, and annoying, and so good.

He walked from your apartment to the bar a few streets over where you were having drinks with your friends with all because of one emoji.

A pouty face sent at 1:30 to which he replied ‘stay where you are.’ A few minutes later your friends were booing when he picked you out of your booth and threw you over his shoulder.

You hug him tighter and whisper his name, “Katsuki.”

You can practically feel his eyebrow cocked at you. “You just gonna say my name all night?”

You shake your head and wiggle in his hold again, leaning backwards (making it more difficult for him).

The streetlights drown out the stars in the sky and each of Katsuki’s footsteps takes you closer to the home you've made together.

“Katsuki,” you pause, “I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.”

He pinches your leg, “It's not putting up with you if I chose to do so.

Your limbs feel lighter than air as your heart doubles in size.

God you love him.

“You didn't say it back,” you say, narrowing your eyes playfully and poking the back of his head.

“Well you said stupid shit after—”

“Hey!”

He shakes his head, adjusting you in his hold again; hoisting you higher, higher than is necessary almost over his head and you grab onto his shoulders. His own prank amusing him as your head spins.

“I love you too”

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[shotmrmiller]

I like to think that Simon has no game. He's large, he's unapproachable, his stare alone scares away the women. Which was totally fine, until one day, he saw you as Johnny's screensaver on his phone. He was entranced, mesmerized. He's seen more than enough beautiful women on the orange youtube (his hand being his only source of relief for years) but there was something different about you. Maybe it was the tender smile you had on your face, or maybe it was how you glowed with happiness.

Or your eyes. Your eyes twinkled with affection, you looked at the camera with love. Love. That's it.

He can't remember the last time someone aimed a fond look his way. And whenever he stares at your photo, it looks like you're lovingly gazing back at him— and it gets him fucking hard.

Johnny once left his phone behind, for whatever reason, and Simon waited a solid minute, (60) seconds, before he picked it up, and took out his own phone to take a picture of you.

Simon wanked himself raw that night, his thick cum splattering over his screen, over your face. His refractory period that night was nonexistent.

And when Johnny one day was on the phone with you? When Johnny said, "Simon's here too, hen. Say hello." The way your melodic voice said his name? His cock was achingly hard within seconds, and he shifted around uncomfortably, willing for it to disappear.

It didn't. Simon walked with a wide gait, legs stiff, straight to the nearest bathroom and took himself in his hand. He gripped his long, thick length tight, and when he closed his eyes, he squeezed even harder, almost painfully. His tip was an angry red, from how tight he held himself, and that's how snug he imagined your undoubtedly pretty pussy would be around him.

He had to clench his jaw— grit his teeth hard, to keep the pathetic whimpers from escaping. Simon leaked pre-cum like a juvenile, stringy like egg whites, all over his knuckles and he hadn't even started pumping yet.

When someone knocked on the door, the snarl he let out was feral, a "Fuck off" so nasty, no one disturbed him again until he came with his head tilted back, and the vision of you riding him behind his closed eyes.

And then in the comfort of his own quarters, he pulled up your picture again— a blurry, too zoomed-in photo of a photo, and rut into one of his pillows, again imagining it was you. He thought of you on your back, legs open invitingly and waiting for him to fill you. He imagined the delicious moans you'd breathe out in his ear, your nails digging into the expanse of his broad, scarred back. He imagined your walls fluttering around him, the tell-tale sign of your upcoming climax, and you'd squeeze him so bloody tight when you finally did come, he'd move to pull out because there's no way he's not finishing with you. But you, you'd wrap your legs around his waist, and cross your ankles— effectively keeping him inside of you.

He'd cum on the spot, because you were effectively giving him your permission to finish inside. You'd rhythmically clench your walls to milk him dry, to take all of his seed.

And when his warped, fucked mind imagined you whispering an 'I love you' on his lips, he actually came, and he whimpered.

Simon's hips stuttered as his cock twitched and spasmed, spurting thick globs of cum all over his pillow, his bed. His breath came in shaky pants, his heart slamming against his ribcage.

After he stopped shaking, and was able to move his limbs, he cleaned his mess up shamefully, the post-nut clarity hitting hard, and as he switched bedsheets, he saw his phone light up with a notification.

Bonnie just sent this picture. Doesn't she look cute?

It was you holding a cup of iced coffee, and what stood out to him the most was your brightly colored nails.

He touched himself to the thought of those manicured hands wrapped around his cock, as you took him in your mouth 10 minutes later.

this was my inspo for this simon

@pieckyghost i really only have porn on my mind :( pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband.

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[werecreature-addicted]

okay so what about a werewolf that struggles with cumming too fast, or at least what he considers to be ‘too fast’, and being extremely embarrassed and ashamed of it. He just cant help chasing his release once he's inside you. the look on his face of him trying to hold himself back, and that look of ‘fuckk not this again’ when he’s about to cum

reader trying to comfort him afterwards, not revealing that she's secretly reviling in the fact that he’s so desperately turned on by her that he can’t control himself. When he’s trying hard to hold back, she tries to force him over the edge. Like when he needs to take a minute break to stop himself from cumming, she does kegals when he’s still inside and him, making him cum against his will and being extremely embarrassed about it

"I-I'm sorry," your werewolf lover whimpers, his breath still ragged from his orgasm. his cock throbs inside of you as he unloads himself into your vice-like cunt. his knot twitching with needs as it swells, trapping your inside. Werewolves were supposed to have inhuman stamina, but he's lucky if he can last a few minutes inside your pussy.

It's not his fault, the second he pushes the head of his dick into your wet heat he just goes brain-dead. He's not even thinking, his body moves on his own slamming his hips against yours over and over again until he cums, which, again, is usually pretty quick. God help him if you ever try cock warming. He slides inside of you in one motion and not a second later he's babbling about how he can't actually do it, he needs to fuck you and can't just sit there.

"I'll make it up to you I promise- the second my knot goes down-" he doesn't know what he'll do, let you ride his face maybe, if he can't make you cum on his dick he can at least make you cum on his tongue.

"It's fine baby," you say. You'd never admit it, but you love how rough he fucks you, and how he's practically cumming before he's even bottomed out. it's so sexy what you can do to him. You hope that he's telling the truth when he says he's never had this problem before, you hope that your pussy is so good he can't help but cum quick.

It's so hot watching his brain turn off the moment you get his dick out of his pants. He really does fuck you like an animal, just hard and rough until he's shooting ropes inside of you. Maybe it's a bit sadistic, but you like how whiney and pathetic he gets when his head clears and he realizes you didn't get to cum.

"I can cum just like this," You reach down and start toying with your clit, reflexively your walls tightening around the cock half-hard cock still inside of you. His body goes rigid like he just got struck with lightning.

"fuck- don't do that, fucking brat," he snarls, but his growls quickly turn into soft whimpers as you keep flexing around him, your pussy sucking him deeper, if that was even possible.

"gonna cum again, f-fuck I'm going to give you all my cum, I've got so much for you," he whines

"oh no you don't, you don't get to cum twice before I've even finished once. hold it for me, maybe this will help improve your stamina," you snap back, you hold him by the back of his neck and make him look you in the eyes as you cum around his cock. He barely manages to hold on, the second he feels you flutter around him he's spilling a second load of semen into your sweet messy pussy, strings of cum leaking out the edge of his flared knot. he collapses on top of you, blurring his face in the crook of your neck.

"w-was I a good boy?" he asks, speaking directly into your skin,

"very good boy," you assure.

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[yawnderu]

Innocence Loss - König x Reader

Delayed Kinktober Day 3: Virginity loss - König x Reader

CW: Virginity loss, jealous König, rough sex, pussy eating, creampie, breeding kink if you squint.

"So wet for me, spatzi." König muttered softly, shaky fingers teasing your wet slit up and down, gathering your juices before his hand went back to his cock, soft groans escaping his lips as he used your own wetness to lube himself up. His mouth latched up to your cunt again, your whiny moans being rewarding enough as he worked up and down his long, veiny shaft.

"König... need you." You managed to speak between soft gasps and moans, the sensation of his long, flat tongue licking you up and down for the past 10 minutes was starting to become too much— he already made you cum twice, using the excuse that he needed you all wet so you could handle his big cock, yet in reality, he simply liked your taste. Like a starved man, König latched onto your clit, rubbing his cock so hard he already felt on edge.

"Beg for me." He said softly, his cockiness in the battlefield rubbing off on his regular life, yet surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed about it.

"Please— fuck, I need you inside me. Please, baby?" Your pathetic begging went to his head, yet the look in his eyes betrayed just how much this man adored you. Messy hair, lips parted as you waited for him, a thin layer of sweat covering the body he was so enamored with, and your legs open, revealing the sweet cunt he craved so bad it hurt.

"Pretty girl." He muttered softly, pure affection on his voice as he joined you in bed, opening your legs even more to give his behemoth body enough space. He lined himself up to your cunt, gently pulling his foreskin down to rub the tip of his stupidly big dick up and down your wet entrance, slowly going in until he's bottoming out.

"Scheiße—" He grunted softly, voice going deeper as he grimaced under the mask. König was used to using his own calloused hand to cum, doing it only because he was bored and horny, which he grew out of the more years he spent in the military, yet the feeling of your tight, warm walls swallowing him up hungrily hit him like a tidal wave. You felt too damn good, and he had to resist the urge to cum already, not wanting to embarass himself.

"Are you okay?" He asked you gently, his hand slowly running up and down the length of your hair worriedly when he noticed the slight grimace on your face. König knew he was big in every single way, and his cock was not the exception.

"I'm good, just— move, please." Feeling the stretch of his massive shaft was just as painful as you imagined, yet the pleasure that came from it couldn't be denied. He builds up a pace, slowly going more and more intense as his thrusts get rougher, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills his private quarters, and you're secretly glad he's a colonel, as it gives you both more privacy.

"You've been bad, haven't you? Desperate for my cock, letting others flirt with you..." He mutters out between clenched teeth, his thrusts only getting rougher as he recalls what happened earlier. You didn't have the heart to tell him a member of KorTac simply was asking you for advice, the feeling of his tip slamming against your cervix was way too good to ruin the moment. He can believe whatever his jealous and possessive mind told him, as long as he keeps on angrily fucking you.

"No one else gets to touch you like this." He growls out, sitting on his knees while his massive hands easily hold onto your hips, lifting you up with him while he pounded into you, your moans mixed with his as he used you like you were simply a fleshlight— compared to his massive frame, you are.

König shows no mercy anymore, slamming his entire nine inches of meat into you with primal force. Despite the way he's being so rough, his light blue eyes are completely set into your face, looking for any signs of discomfort yet all he can see is pure bliss. His already big ego grows more and more as he hammers into you, all the pretty noises and faces you're making because of him, him and no one else, are getting to his head.

He moves your hips away as he pulls out, suddenly slamming himself all the way back in before you can protest. He drags a whiny moan out of you, pain and pleasure mixing as you can feel a familiar warmth building up in your stomach. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he mutters out pure nonsense in German. You can barely make out "Hure" between whatever he's whispering. His German sounds hotter than ever and you listen intently, dumbly nodding your head to his words despite not understanding him.

With each powerful thrust, he claims you, marking you as his own. The pleasure builds, coiling around your naked, sweaty bodies until it's way too much to bear. And when you finally release, his arms wrap around you protectively, holding your tiny body close to his as your bodies explode in a shared release. His thick, white cum fills up your womb, painting your velvety walls with his fertile sperm.

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