#heaps chat

[varreblogger]

ok if i made a server would you guys be interested in joining... particularly a small casual server for mutuals/followers

[sseanettles]

I am fine i am fine i am fine i am not fine i am the finest i have ever been and this is whatever the emotional and psychological opposite of nov 5 destiel day was happy spirk canon day?????

mrs. nimoy i owe you my life thank you (bill, you get a rare w if you do not try to no homo ruin this)

[thegreatmousebafoon]

Quick question- is Aziraphels book shop Eden? Isn’t he supposed to be guarding Eden forever- is his book shop like a gateway to Eden? Or something?

Why does Crowley have so many plants? Symbolism? Perhaps? Of some kind? Do they both guard Eden?

But what happens when one of them leaves?

Listen- ok- the fruit of Eden is meant to give someone the knowledge of good and evil. Perhaps knowing evil would destroy it- so someone ‘evil’ ( very heavy quotation marks ) also needs the guard it.

Where they meant to protect Eden together forever? But one of them left. What happens now?! Is the garden open for attack?! One of its guardians has abandoned it, the other is suffering debilitating heart break- who will protect it?!

[that-one-enby-ranger]

The renegade rangers know that Halt goes by Arratay when he's undercover and also know what it actually means so they'll call Halt that at the gatherings as a sort of inside joke and to confuse all the other rangers

[joeyclaire]

you say too late to start got your heart in a headlock

[soup-is-nice-sometimes]

just did hall karaoke and smashed out Paramore's My Heart and also Decode the women love me (dedicated decode to the team Edward and team Alice girls)

also low-key even tho I was a bit congested i think i sound p good in the videos

[ghostlemon36]

The amount of Australian Tubblings we got in chat responding to the AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE was so fun. It was apparently perfect Australian viewing time and it was a heap of us gifting and stuff. I felt a little bit more united with the chat when it was Aussies going bonkers. It was fun

[i-am-beckyu]

No idea when that happened but, thank you for 181 follows. I love you all so much! <3

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[zellkasin]

"Neglected Space" by Imogen Heap is such a good Laudna (& Imodna) song...

I don't have anyone to scream about this to directly so y'all are getting this obsessive thought right here on tumblr dot com.

I've been listening to the song again recently and ??? the yearning & loneliness in it ??? the desperate plea tp care for a once beautiful thing ??? the if you take care of me, i'll take care of you ? ? ? ? ? ? Imogen is the one that took the time to look past the peeling paint and sunken ceiling and found a shelter, a loving home, a lifelong friend.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dW2FFkXIdM > lyrics & commentary from yours truly under the cut / readmore <

Hello I watch you come and go I know you can hear my voice Don't walk away

Come daydream with me In closed loops and future-proof Cardboard to caviar Let’s show them how good we are

>>> Laudna trying to make friends in the woods. The trauma of being shunted everytime, of being feared, of being chased away. Yet the hope that never fades (the worst thing of my life already happened to me). The hope that is rewarded when she meets Imogen...

If you look after me, I’ll look after you

>>> I MEAN ? ? ? ? ? Laudna only wants to love ;;;;;; she is so full of it, yet she had no-one to pour it into. She had houses, the had cabins, she had neglected spaces but it took so long for her to find someone that would take care of her, and that would let her take care of them in return ;;;;

Sonar, night vision Or desperate lovers seeking privacy for they're forbidden I am their defenseless host Through my open wounds they let themselves in Sheltered... (sheltered...) They mock me... (they mock me...)

>>> This is about Delilah Briarwoods lmao

If you stand up for me, I’ll stand up for you

I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle Punctured by nature Becoming organic The air in here ages me ungracefully

>>> The 30 years spent alone that did make her kind go a bit crazy. The talk about nature and the link to her tree form of dread ? ?? ? ? ? ? ?

But if you take care of me, I’ll take care of you

Oh, my crumbling heart! If you’ll be good to me, I’ll be good to you

I’m a nest I could be the best decision you ever made A beacon, your peaceful corner Find me, cherish me Take me on or pull me down You choose

>>> Laudna will be whatever Imogen wants or needs of her... but she also wants nothing more than to just settle with her and have a little simple and calm life and space where they cherish each other ;;;

Wait! Oh, save me the ache of slow-decay! Cause I will remember you, will you remember me?

Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy Crooked frames and cracked glazing Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light

Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days...

But I'm peeling paint, I’m a sunken ceiling I’m cracking up, and can seem threatening

I’m falling apart I’m scary at night I'm taped up, forbidden Keep out... keep-out! No, no, no-go-zone

>>> Her appearance and vibe that scares most people and keep them at bay. Keeps them from peering in and to see Laudna's potential, and the person that she is.

A has-been, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore Broken beer bottles, I'm bleeding, rusty nails Oxidising, a few remaining tiles Unloved, no human touch, I'm walked past, I'm a waste of space I'm a nuisance, a hazard, abandoned, unwanted Unwanted! Lights off! I’m losing grip This is not what I stand for This is not what I stand for This is not what I stand for!

It was a perfectly good grand piano

>>> To me this vividly echoes to how Laudna talks about herself. She loves herself but she also DEEPLY internalized the lowest of self esteem... She's not what people like, she's repulsive, she's scary, she's a waste of space. The "it was a perfectly good grand piano" could be about Mathilda... she was a young girl who freshly discovered her magic and had her whole life and potential ahead of her....

Stop in the name of love! I’ve got just what you’re looking for! I’ve got tree-lined interiors Where we can dine with the biosphere

If you’ll take care of me, I’ll take care of you If you be good to me, then I’ll be good to you

I’m a story in mourning, and you’re the author So pour out your masterpiece

>>> BUDDY WILL IMOGEN POUR IT !!! SHE'LL POUR HER LOVE IN LAUDNA SHE'LL FIX THE LEAKY WALLS SHE'LL FIX THE BROKEN WINDOWS she'll build a nest for them both, with Laudna's help (and she will keep some of the cracked paint and some of the burnt corners and some of the wild unkept garden because that is also what she loves about Laudna.

Entropy increasing, how long before I’m dust?

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 4: Mask (sort of)

You ask Jenna Heap what the best thing about being a Queen is and she'll say being able to invite her goth witch girlfriend whenever she wants. The second best thing is she can make everyone wear novelty glasses

@septimus-heap because hi you caused this

[howellfag]

my brain telling me to go back to reading reddie fic 24/7 by making me dream about them last night

[eraserbread]

nanami trusts his underling, satoru a little too much :o

happy 1k :)) just porn, no plot. not canon bc nanami would never share you

featuring your older boyfriend, nanami <3

cw: anal and dp

how you got here... well, it's only for you and god to know.

and you feel him looking down at you as you dance for a richer man, peeling off your clothes sensually and letting them drop to the floor in a heap.

your favorite slow-building song is playing from the speaker, a glass of dark sits in your lovers hands, and the room is dim. he's the only person you see -- the only person you'd shed your skin for. your older, successful boyfriend, your boss, nanami.

you're not in his home, he has you booked up in an egregiously expensive luxury hotel, just because. his office is in walking distance, and sometimes after a long day he doesn't want to drive home. its the luxury of money, he sees that, and you're elated to tag along with him.

"hurry on. satoru's supposed to be here with that file any minute, now." his tone is laced with a hint of distaste, and you know its because he doesn't like his underling, satoru. he can see it as plain as day, the kid has a crush on you.

it's one of those stupid, childish crushes. satoru wants to fuck you —he wants to take you out on shitty dates and suck your face off and not even tell you he loves you. nanami needs you, he's more equipped for you.

and you, stupid, silly, you. you just giggle and blush at his juvenile jokes and passing glances. a little office attention couldn't hurt. I mean, look where it's got you—a full bank account, a rich cfo, everything you want.

"let 'm watch," you whisper, fingers tangling in your front-clasped bra. the only thing still hanging from your hot skin are your undergarments. nanami wants them off. "I know you're into that, showin' me off and pretending like you don't take me home every night."

he opens his mouth to speak, but as soon as he takes a breath, a knock falls onto the door. he shakes his head and stands with a grunt. "put it on." he mentions you hardly, reaching and tossing a thick, white robe in your direction.

you pout as you push it over your shoulders, tying the downy strap around your waist so nanami can open the door. he's extremely thorough, waiting until you're completely decent before letting the outside in.

this time, the outside is that familiar lanky, 28-year-old manager. he's the buffer between nanami's financial plans and your section's action. he's actually extremely helpful and understanding, far gentler to the brash CFO and all of his nonchalant tendencies. he fucks them into you every night, but that wasn't for satoru to know.

you're left standing alone, biting your lip as you watch the two of them converse quietly through the cracked door. vaguely, you can make out satoru's ruffled hair — his dark glasses and loose-shouldered, casual shirt. they're well past work hours now, but nanami still has his suit on, tie off, and blazer tossed over the couch.

they're chatting about the clients nanami will have to report all these findings to tomorrow, so you accidentally stumble close enough to the door so satoru can see you—exactly what nanami didn't want.

"...what do we have here?" satoru steers out of conversation, pulling down his glasses to sneak a glance at your figure. nanami blinks at him, then glances over his shoulder to scowl at you.

"didn't realize I was interrupting."

"you're not-"

"it's okay!" yours and nanami's opposite tones melt into one contradictory statement. disregarding your boyfriend's feelings, satoru is a good person to have around—he's charming, smart, strong, and thoughtful.

you're blushing against their dark stares, oblivious and standing with your loose robe falling off your shoulder. smiling so sweetly, satoru fights off cuteness aggression, nanami just wants you to walk away.

except, he doesn't, and ten minutes later, you're being pushed onto the grand hotel bed with your robe hanging on by a thread and unfamiliar lips all over your skin.

now, satoru is a menace, and nanami doesn't respect him, but he does trust him. he trusts him enough to hand you off like a shiny coin, finding his way back to his drink as satoru climbs on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with a hand pressed to your outstretched arm.

you're unsure, but excited nonetheless. hands touch everywhere, lips following their ghost as satoru touches the body he's wanted forever. he's kissing you, whispering under his breath how naughty you are, how young you are, and how innocent you aren't. it's filthy pillow talk laced with an edge of care and grace, and you're flushed to the core.

nanami's eyes are like laser beams as they stare over your moving figures. just... standing and waiting to see what satoru will do next.

satoru stands over you, red lips pulsating and hot from his mean kisses. he licks over them a few times, letting you sit up on your elbows as he pulls his shirt off with a single hand. he knows what he's doing, but doesn't know what will come of it, so he makes the most of the situation.

nanami's eyes don't phase him, they fuel him, and now his lips are back over yours, kissing and biting away nothing but tongue.

satoru doesn't waste time, he wants you on top of him, bare back pressed to his chest as his legs hang off the side of the bed. in this position, he can still whisper those phrases in your ear and drink up your overwhelmed little whines.

"you never had anyone back here before, hm?" he whispers, licking over your ear as his long fingers crane against your anxious, fluttering ass. he's applying enough pressure to make your face turn up in unknowing, but you shake your head nonetheless.

you wish you can see nanami, you need his strict gaze telling you what to do.

"no? ohh," satoru pulls his hand away, pressing two insanely long digits between your lips. "get'em wet, darling. so wet. you're gonna need it."

and who are you if you didn't follow your superiors instructions to a T — you suck them between your lips, tongue swirling and coating them in as much spit as you can gather. satoru pulls them away, and they're coated — dripping down your exposed sternum as he goes back to play with your sensitive, little hole.

"didn't remember saying you could have her from behind." nanami's slow, deep voice rains a blanket of comfort and reassurance against your shivering frame. he comes back into view, plucking his shirt open and letting it hang on his shoulders. he was back there watching the entire time, just listening to your little noises and satoru's horny endearances.

but, he knows you need him. knows you can take more than what's normal for a little thing your age, so he doesn't intervene.

except for when his erection gets too painful to persist. he could only cum inside of you, now. so spoiled.

"but 's so tight..." satoru trills, gasping like he's the one being penetrated as a single finger sinks inside of you. "ahhh, yes. you've taken this before."

"mmh, n-no," you whine, reaching back to dig your fingers in the muscle of satoru's arm.

"no? yes..."

"well, don't do it if she's scared." nanami -- your sacred voice of reason. he's unzipping his pants and rolling his neck, still a few steps away from the sinful ordeal. he's staring down at you with ruffled, golden hair and an unreadable glare. you swallow under the pressure.

"she's not scared." satoru whispers in your ear and sinks his finger deeper, wiggling it inside of you once it's to the hilt. "so hot... yes, baby."

nanami steps up, taking your air-dangled leg and wrapping it tight in his strong grip. he watches satoru's finger pump deep inside of you before he adds another. you whine so high in your throat, squeezing your pretty eyes shut.

"look at me. you asked for this." nanami's voice is so deep, deeper than normal, and laced with so much authority and sin that it devastates your self-control. so, you look at him, sticky lips parted as you breathe through your mouth. "beautiful girl."

"oooh, you two are in love." satoru's talking to you but staring straight at his boss, eyebrows turned up in anticipation. "it's fucking obvious now that I'm seeing it."

"would you just focus?" nanami's hands are lost in his belt buckle, undoing it blindly. "you're lucky I'm not making you wear a condom."

"please, have mercy sir."

"shut up."

they're talking over you, drowning out all of your little whines and dejected pleas. satoru is two fingers deep inside of your ass, and nanami's pulling his zipper down to free the harshness of his touch-starved cock. you know he has plans to fuck you red and sensitive, taking the entirety of your sweet cunt as his. it's what you want — he's embedded the need for him so deep inside of your soul that it's debilitating. you're staring up at him with wide eyes, begging and spent.

"stretch her out a little more. make it comfortable." nanami's words sloppily fall into each other, and you love when that happens. means he's flustered just like you, watching you fall apart on satoru's fingers. though flustered, he wants to fuck you more, so he steps forward, sliding a strong hand through the dampness of your familiar, sweet pussy. his fingers ghost against your clit, and the tiny sensation has you tossing a head back on satoru's shoulder.

he's easing another finger inside of you, half wet and supremely uncomfortable. you know if you say something they'll give something, so you piece yourself together enough to whisper.

"more... m-more lube, please,"

"wish i had some — here." nanami pulls satoru's hand by the wrist, leaning down to close his lips over three of them. he wets them just like you did, and it's a fucking sin to lay your eyes upon. it's so lewd, you genuinely cry - tears leak from the corners, your cunt flutters around nothing.

it's so perfect seeing him so in control. he helps satoru push his pants down, fisting the length of satoru's cock and leaning down to drop a glob of spit against the long, flushed length.

"you speak a whisper of this to anyone, and I'll make sure you're never hired anywhere else in this country." it's a threat lost on satoru, because he laughs. it's booming and unfamiliar against your sensitive ears and it feels like they're paying more attention to each other than to you.

you whine. "please sir... satoru... want it..."

"you heard the girl." satoru kissing your ear for the nth time tonight, releasing his fingers and craning his long arm against the base of his cock. nanami watches as he blindly leads the tip against your loosened hole, raising a brow when your hungry body sucks him in immediately.

an unsure, broken moan falls from your lips as you get used to the insane stretch. three fingers is nothing in comparison to the thickness of satoru. only halfway seated and there's still four inches left to take. you blink open your eyes, and nanami's watching instead of doing.

you toss your head and cry out a plea. "s-sir! please..."

"he's not the one stretching you out, is he?" satoru pouts behind you, reaching to close his hand around the top of your neck. "say m'name, darling girl."

"satoru! hmm- satoruuuu..." you whine, nails digging in his pale skin. you're crying his name, but nanami's the one providing the new, familiar stretch. he's pushing inside of your impossibly tight cunt, brows furrowed in concentration.

he's never done this before — has never been inside of a woman with another man just a sliver of skin away, but it's tight... impossibly tight. his poor girl, he can only imagine the stretch. instead of taking his immense pleasure for what it is, he leans down and distracts you with a kiss until he's fully seated inside of you.

satoru watches the entire exchange with lonely lips, holding onto your thighs like a vice. he waits for nanami to pull out, taking the opportunity to bury the rest of his inches in your ass. against your boyfriends lips, you're breathing out huffed little pants, face all screwed up and flushed. satoru wishes he can see you better, so when nanami's lips pull away, satoru's taking the grip he has on your neck and pulls you back into his.

you're overwhelmed to the core, stomach full and tight. the sensation is hard to describe, but it feels like you're torn in two -- in the best way.

trading off kisses and touches, both men set a gentle pace, blanketing you with reassurance and kisses until you're relaxed and pliable under them.

then, they fuck you.

hair-pulling, spit-swapping fucking. your knees are to your ears, you can't tell whose arms belong to whom, but they're pinning you in ungodly positions. you're cumming immediately, mouth hung open and body tensed bone-stiff. it's a silent orgasm, because you body just doesn't have a mind to make further noise.

nanami, in front of you, is beaded in dew, shirt falling from his shoulders as his hands pin the back of your knees until you're folded in two. he's the one that watches you unravel with a glint in his eye, groaning when your body goes so tight, it cuts off the circulation in his dick.

satoru makes a noise, turning his head into the sheets at the strangulation. he's still got his hand on your neck, but the other one claws and scratches at your fleshy thigh, making more marks there for you to find in the morning.

when you start to come down, you're convulsing, a thick, long mmh falling from your throat as your eyes stare ahead. nanami's never seen you this crazy during sex that once you come down, your body is completely limp.

he says your name in a tone that means he's serious. satoru stills.

"open those eyes, let me see."

"n-no."

"if you can talk, you can be fucked."

"stop and give her a second." nanami's taking that control again, steering the situation by the neck. he's genuine in the fact that he's never seen you so overcome after just two minutes of sex.

"keep... g-goi-

so, satoru starts again. he's dragging his cock out of you slowly, much to nanami's distaste.

"i said, sto-

"please..." you interrupt him innocently, eyes fluttering open now and more relaxed from the eruption of your first orgasm. nanami looks at you and sees stars. he can't say no, even when he shakes his head.

then, he leans down and kisses you, letting his lips linger. he only pulls away enough for satoru to push you into his, needy fucking tongue marking your chin and lips his before kissing you holy.

they spend that night tangled in your very seams, bouncing filthy words off of each other and you. they don't stop until their balls are drained and all over you, sticking to your skin from the inside out. they watch your real-time collapse, smirking and shaking their heads before doting on you with aftercare until the sun starts to peek over the clouds.

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Rider

Pairings - Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Summary- What happens after Rafe flips his bike.

Warnings- unprotected sex, choking, fingering, oral (male receiving), dirty talk. 18+

Watching Rafe speed through the sand on his dirt bike had your insides curling into themselves, your panties soaked and you worried people would be able to tell you were horny. Nibbling on the skin around your thumb and rubbing your thighs together you watched with wide eyes, your heart rattles against your ribcage harshly.

Rafe speeds up behind Maybank causing your nerves to triple as he gets closer to the blonde hair pogue, you know what’s about to happen before it does. Your eyes zone in on his front tire moments before it clips JJ’s back tire. It sends them both into the air, your eyes squeeze shut on instinct, the air in your lungs catching in your throat. Everything feels like it’s going in slow motion around you.

Gasps echo through your ears and you pop your eyes open once more, Rafe lay on the sand in a heap of limbs and motorbike gear, his bike lay half a mile away from his body. He hasn’t moved yet, your instinct is to run and that’s just what you do. You're sprinting across the sand before anyone can stop you, completely oblivious to the other bikes coming towards the two boys on the floor. Your sight is set on Rafe as your legs carry you towards him, he cranes his neck when he hears your name being screamed and his eyes go wide when he realizes you're coming for him. “Y/N!” He shouts, too slow to push himself to stand as a sharp pain jolts his lower back, his eyes darting between the bikes and you in panic.

His own heart is racing now, most likely matching the speed of your own. You're throwing yourself on him before he can stop you and he curls himself around you as the bikes skid by you sending the sand and dust into the air around you. He uses his body to shield you as John B abruptly breaks just before he hits JJ. All Rafe can hear is the sound of his heartbeat as he holds you tighter against his chest, your body hidden by his.

“Baby” you cry into his neck as you cling to him. His arms tighten around you as he feels you shake against him, the sound of you crying is drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. His anger bubbles in his chest at the idea of you getting hurt because he decided to fuck with Maybank. Angry at himself for putting you in danger.

“Hey hey it’s okay, I’m okay” he whispers into your hair, placing a hand behind your head and pressing you further into his neck. He can feel the wetness of your tears on his skin, he pulls the two of you up from the sand and you wrap your legs around his waist. Silence falls between the two of you as he walks away from the crowd, ignoring the calls from Topper. He walks you towards his car and puts you into the passenger seat, clipping the seat belt in. Your chest moves rapidly as you watch him in silence. “Stay here while I get someone to take my bike home” he orders, closing the door before you can argue.

Wiping away your tears you watch him walk over to Kelce, the two of them chat and you see him side glance Rafe’s car and he nods. You sit in silence for a few moments before Rafe turns to stalk back towards the car, your eyes dance down the length of his body. Remembering the butterflies in your belly before he had flipped off the bike, you watch him open his door and slide into the seat. “I’m sorry” you whisper, knowing he’s angry that you had put yourself in danger for him. He reaches over and grips your thigh, turning the ignition on as he pulls out of the car park.

You ride home in silence, his thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh. You chew at the skin around your nail again as you take sideway glances at him in the driver's seat. He’s half man spread in his seat, his jaw tense as he grinds his teeth together. Glasses sitting on the bridge of his perfect nose as he stares ahead, his hand moves every so often around the wheel as the light bounces off his ring into your eye. You're turned on again, squirming in your seat to get comfortable. Rafe dressed in his bike gear always made you hot and bothered. He takes a few sideway glances at you but you stare ahead, trying not to be so obvious. His fingers dig into the flesh of your inner thigh sending goosebumps down your arms, you catch the small smirk on his lips but he says nothing.

As you pull up to his house, he’s rounding the car to your side before you can open and he helps you out. His hand pressed firmly against your lower back as he walks you towards the porch, inserting the key into the lock and opening the door for you. “Rafe” you whisper, unsure if he’s still angry at you. You stand at the threshold waiting for him to turn around to look at you. “Are you mad?”.

“I was… but I have something else on my mind now” he states, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you towards the living room. “What?” You question, he takes a seat on the couch and pats his lap. You go to take a seat on his thigh but he shakes his head, gripping your hips he maneuvers you so you're straddling him. Your skirt bunches up and he catches sight of your black panties, knowing exactly what ones you're wearing. The ones he had brought you with the little bow on the front. “You were fidgety in the car” he states, his palms rub up the length of your thighs as he stares up at you with a knowing smirk. The small dimple causes your inside to melt again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Just worried you were angry”.

He lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, pushing his hands further up your thigh. The material of your skirt now completely rolled up exposing your panties. “I don’t think that’s why.. I think your horny” and you shake your head in protest “if I slipped a finger into your panties you wouldn’t be wet?” He questions, raising his eyebrows at you. You pull away from him slightly but he pulls you back in, pressing your mound into his belt buckle causing a strangled moan to slip from your lips. “That’s what I thought”.

“I am angry you put yourself in danger, angry that I put you in danger but… I’d rather make you cum than tell you off for being stupid”

“Oh” is all you can manage, your clit throbs as he rocks his hips into you. “What’s got you so turned on baby?” He questions, halting his movements as he waits for your answer. “You”

“Of course… but what exactly?”

“Your outfit.. you on the bike.. before you flipped”

He hums, picking up the rhythm of his rocking again. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed firmly against your aching clit. Your fingers curl around his shoulders as he plays with you, your mouth dropping open slightly to let out soft moans. “Use me baby… rock those hips and dry hump me” he orders, placing his arms behind his head as he stares up at you. His movements have stopped now and your hips have started to roll against him. “That’s it baby, don’t be quiet. Tell me what you want me to do to you after you make yourself cum on my lap” he says, eyes roaming from his lap to your face. His eyes are full with lust, his chest beats rapidly as he watches you fuck yourself against his lap. “I.. I want you to touch me”

“Yeah baby but where? Where do you want my hands?”

“I want them on my tits… and my pussy, I want your fingers inside of me oh fuck” You cry out, riding his belt buckle harder as your toes curl with pleasure. You can feel that familiar pressure already, your panties soaking through and coating his pants. “I can do that baby.. what else do you want? Hmm?” He questions, his hands have moved back to your thighs. Sliding up the sides until he grasps the flesh of your ass and helps you move your hips against him.

“Your cock!”

“I want your cock.. oh fuck… I need your cock Rafe! I need you to fuck..shit… fuck me, please fuck me!” You're whining and cursing, throwing your head back in ecstasy as your body shakes around him. Your orgasm riddles your body the moment he touches you again. “Oh! Oh yes yes”.

“That’s it baby.. doing such a good fucking job” he praises, pressing a kiss to your throat and then your chest. Your hands move to pull your shirt over your head, Rafe eyes your tits that are enclosed in a black bra. He snaps the clips at your back and pulls the bra down your arms exposing your tits to him. “Please” you beg when his hot breath tickles your chest, his mouth encloses around a nipple. Arching your chest into his mouth more, one of his hands spread across the top of your back as he suckles your breasts. “That feels so good” you whine, rolling your hips into him again. You can feel his hard cock through his pants and you so desperately want it inside of you. “I need you”.

He pulls away from your chest and pulls his own shirt over his head, your fingers run down the length of his chiseled stomach and begin fiddling with his belt, slipping your hand into his pants as he unzips himself. You pull his cock free and fists him tightly, moving your wrist up and down as pre cum coats his tip. “What do you want baby” he grunts as he watches you, eyeing his hard cock, you're slipping from his lap and kneeling between his legs. Taking his cock deep into your mouth, your tongue swirling against the soft skin.

You can feel him throb against your throat as you suck him back, his fingers placed into the back of your hair. He holds you tightly but doesn’t try to take control until he’s pulling you away and gripping you by the throat.

“Sit on my cock” he demands, his hand doesn’t leave your throat as you move back onto him, reaching for his cock you coat him with your juices by running the tip between your folds before pushing down onto him. Synchronized groans slip from your lips as his cock is buried deep inside of you, it almost feels like he’s in your stomach.

He lets you take control again but doesn’t let go of your throat, he pulls you to his lips and devours you as you bounce on him. “Fuck baby.. that’s it.. take what you want” he growls, sucking on your bottom lip. His fingertips press a little harder into your throat, causing the air to come out in shorter breaths. “I- I can’t breath” you whimper, he doesn’t loosen his thought. “Breath, slow baby.. in and out” he says, your fingers wrap around his wrist but you keep bouncing on his cock. Thighs aching with each movement, a thin sheen of sweat coats your body. “That’s it baby.. such a good girl, it feels so much better when your head is just a little dizzy”.

And he’s right, as your eyes go slightly cross eyed and your breaths come out in short puffs, the ache in your belly grows and your hips coming down harder. “Fuck” you cry out, your clit throbs. “Such a good girl.. that’s it baby, I can feel you strangling my cock. Your so fucking wet” he groans, he’s pulling you off his cock and pushing you into the cushions of the couch.

Your ass high in the air, he thrusts himself back into you and grips your hips tightly. “Yes! yes yes” you scream into the couch, arching your back and digging your nails into the material. His palms connect with your ass with a loud smack, his red handprint appearing seconds after, choking on your saliva as he gets you closer and closer to your release. His hand grips your hair tightly as he pushes your face into the couch, crowding your body as he pounds into you. You can feel the beat of his heart on your back and the throbbing of his cock between your walls. “Oh fuck Rafe… I’m gonna cum!” Your warning far too late as your body shakes with pleasure, his fingers toy with your clit causing what seems like an explosion of pleasure to take over your senses and you cry and whimper into the couch. He’s cumming into you moments later, your walls pulsating around his heavy cock. Shooting his cum deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure spill from his lips and his fingers dig deeper into your hips. “Fuck” he groans, loosening his fingers from your hair and hips. He pulls you away from the couch and slips his cock from within you, moving the both of you so you lay on your back.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger again” he states a few minutes later, your hand pressed to his chest and leg wrapped over his legs. “Don’t you ever do something stupid like that again and I won’t have to put myself in danger”. He chuckles under his breath and kisses your lips.

“You're lucky I could tell you were horny on the way home otherwise this afternoon could have gone a whole other route” he says, craning your neck to look up at him as he stares down at you. “Well I was ready to jump your bones the moment the race finished but you ruined that by doing a flip… maybe you should go for a ride again and I can show you what I was planning on doing after…”

“Yeah?”

“Call Kelce and get your bike”

[snickerdoodlles]

people need to stop assigning genAI more credit than it deserves 😭 it's spicy autofill. it cannot do lateral thinking for shit nor give you more than what you put in. it is not anymore dangerous than students using cheat strategies that already exist, like chegg or copying a friend's homework. which aren't great either! you don't want anyone cheating, especially not in those fields! but chatgpt and other genAI is not helping students cheat more effectively than they already did, it very literally cannot hold or understand these concepts nor mimic it well enough to pass exams.

also, while I can't speak to which measures other professions use, part of engineering's safety check systems involve multiple sign-offs from licensed engineers, which is a certification program that requires minimum a bachelor's degree, four years of working under a professional engineer (an already licensed engineer, who's also required to continually maintain said license), two rigorous exams, and earn a license from a state licensure board. people know fuck ups in engineering can lead to a lot of destruction, injury, and death, and they've reacted accordingly to implement new safety measures to try to prevent new disasters from occuring, which also include measures to keep people who take shortcuts or cheat egregiously out of sign-off positions. genAI can't help people skirt around those.

I agree that cheating is bad and we absolutely want to discourage it for all students, but LLMs (and genAI overall) are just not that good at doing anything other than chatting or acting as a scribe; it's not going to suddenly compromise the safety systems we have in place right now.

ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself

[soup-is-nice-sometimes]

actually had a decent text convo w my host brother (we probably won't see each other ever again but I do wanna keep in contact cause he likes NZ (hobbit and lotr fan) and he's chill) and smh my head I'm smiling cause FINALLY I got more than 3 word answers out of him even tho in comparison my texts are paragraphs 💀💀

[headdinthewall]

TWITCH STREAMS ──  g.clarke  ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : where george calls you mid stream due to his chats request, and then you show up a/n : really on a roll with these posts recently! on school break rn so after this week it might slow down a bit due to exams etc content : established relationship && slight innuendos

─────── GEORGE WAS SAT in front of his monitor, eyes flicking back and forth from his monitor to the stream, making sure he thanked everyone for the subs and the gifts. He lifted the hat off of his head, ruffled his hair and put his cap back on, scanning the comments and what they were saying.

“Guys,” He sighed, “I cant call reader, she’s out right now on a . . . on a lady date with Liv and Sabina.”

user1 george it’s 10pm, you should call her on the way home user2 y/n is better than you we want her user3 love how the beds a mess as usual, but her pjs are neatly folded user4 get chris or arthur on

“You guys are always asking for guests on the stream, what is it? Am I— Am I not enough for you anymore?” George joked. “Also, her pyjamas are just my clothes! She wears my hoodies and shirts!” He exclaimed, “Let me try calling reader, I cannot guarantee that she will give a response, but . . .”

He held his phone up in between himself and the mic, the sound of a call ringing through.

It rang out until your voicemail came through, your sweet tone playing through his ears and those of his viewers.

“See, chat, I told you she’s busy.” George said matter-of-factly.

Just as he went back to reading his chats, your name and a photo of the two of you appeared on his phone screen.

Once he answered, your confused voice spoke, “Hello?”

George’s face instantly became brighter and a soft smile adorned it, “Hello, my lovely, you are in fact on a live stream so please refrain from swearing.”

“Okey dokey.” You hummed, the sound of rushing traffic and wind around you. “I’m on my way back, sorry for the noise.”

“No worries— Wait, you’re on your way back?” George frowned, checking time, “Do you want me to come and meet you? Where are you? I can send Arthur.”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm to keep you safe, “It’s okay, I’m like five minutes away.”

“Okay, well in that case you can talk to chat when you get in. Save your battery.” He hummed, fingers pressing into his upper lip.

“Okay, see you in a bit.” You said cheerily.

“In a bit, darling. Love you.”

“Love you too!”

─────── YOU WERE BACK home within the next ten minutes. You kicked your adidas off and left them in a heap in the entry way, a long with the other mountain of shoes that had collected. Your pink juicy couture jacket had proved useful and insulating as you were not bothered by the harsh, London weather, despite it being the back end of May now.

You shuffled down the hall, hearing music being blasted from George’s room.

Slowly, you opened the door and peaked your head around the corner, almost immediately guffawing at the sight of him doing a workout, being supposedly led by a much younger version of Italian Bach.

You stepped into the room and stood there, staring at him with a look of amusement and avid curiosity, “What are you doing?”

user1 LMFAOOO LOOK AT HER FACE user2 something tells me that she’s used to this user3 is he bothering you beautiful?

“I am performing an workout.” George panted, pausing the music and video to greet you. “Care to join? It’s coached by Bach.”

“Mmm, not on a full stomach, babe. Speaking of.” You held up the tupperware box that had your left overs in it. “Mac n cheese. Don’t know if it’s still warm. Could heat it up for you?”

George took it and then looked around, grabbing a lone fork that sat in a bowl of demolished pasta. You knew it was pasta that was previously in there because you made it for him before you left.

“George, that’s disgusting, I gave you that five hours ago.” You cringed at the bowl with dry tomato sauce in it.

He ignored your complaint, diving into the left over mac n cheese you’d saved for him, “It’s good. Don’t need to reheat it.”

You have him a thumbs up, taking the dirty bowl with one hand and your pyjamas in the other.

You left the room, closing the door behind you and proceeded to do the washing up, leaving the dishes to dry on the rack. Then, you shut all the curtains, knowing the boys would most definitely forget to, and got changed into your pyjamas — which were really just a pair of cotton shorts and one of George’s shirts.

You scrunched your clothes into a ball and dumped it into George’s laundry basket on the way back to his room.

When you returned, he was doing the workout again and you sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

“George, it’s 11pm, give it a rest.” You jokingly scolded him, kicking him lightly as you stepped over his planking body and slid into bed.

“Oh, you guys, she’s wearing the Inside hoodie, did you guess it right?!” George spoke to his stream.

“What are you on about?” You laughed, going into the bedside table and getting your ‘lazy night makeup removal kit’, which consisted of micellar water, cotton pads, makeup wipes and moisturiser. It was mainly used for when you had had a really, really drunk night out (usually a pub gold video) and had literally no energy to move or if you did move, ran the risk of vomiting all over the place.

Right now, you were none of those things, but your feet were killing you and you couldn’t be bothered to do your five minute face washing routine, so you’d just do it extra well in the morning.

“Reader, chat are asking how you dealt with my absence during Inside.” George grunted as he took a break from his stupid workout to read what his viewers were saying.

“It wasn’t that hard, he’s hard to miss, to be honest.” You joked, giving him a nice, over-the-top smile.

“Liar, chris literally told me you cried during night four and ended up having a sleepover in the living room with him and Arthur so you wouldn’t be lonely and sad.” George exposed, sitting on the edge of the bed and dragging your legs to be across his lap.

“That was a lovely sleepover.” You didn’t even bother denying his words, “So peaceful without George— No, I’m joking. Uh . . . It was difficult, definitely. A week doesn’t seem like long but when it’s a week without your partner without being able to contact them or know if they’re alright, it’s . . . it is hard. For me, it was, anyway. Because I thrive on George’s presence and knowing that he’s near, so it was weird to spend that long without him.”

George hummed in acknowledgement of your sincere words, hand placed on your shin as he drove his fingertips up and down the smooth expanses of your skin.

“But, I am glad that he did it. I think it was a good experience for him.” You smiled.

“Would’ve been better if you were there with me.” He said cheesily, and you giggled.

user1 parents user2 my fav unproblematic couple user3 he’s so soft for her :( user4 what’s the best memory you have of each other?

“Best memory?” You muttered, reading out the question and then smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, “My birthday, last year—“

“Reader!” George let out a breathy laugh, “Enough, now.”

You laughed and scrunched your nose up, shuffling further into bed.

“Guys, stop asking about reader being on the podcast, she’s already been on it.” George threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Yeah, last year.” You scoffed as you scrolled through Instagram.

“Is that you saying you want to be on it again?” He looked over his shoulder at you.

“Is this you saying that I’m not the dream guest on your podcast?” You smirked.

“Oh, har-har, you’re so funny.” He mumbled sarcastically, secretly amused.

user1 have you ever been scared that you left the stream running while you guys get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂?

“One, woah, how did you get your text to look like that? And two, what the hell, bro?” George laughed at the question, “What an odd thing to ask.”

“George. I’m tired!” You whined, yawning for emphasis.

“Go to sleep then.” He quipped jokingly.

“Oh my God!” You dragged a hand down your face, “I would if you didn’t have a fucking ring light on and weren’t talking at 90 decibels to a microphone right in front of your face!”

“Guys, I apologise, but tonight I am going to have to cut the stream short because the Mrs is in a mood.” George finally started his ending, “Thank you for all the subs and gifts this stream, you guys are insane. It’s much appreciated!”

You audibly let out a sigh of relief when the twitch stream ended and he shut off all of his electronics.

You shuffled up in bed against the wall as he kicked his trainers off and pulled his hoodie over his chest, slipping into bed beside you.

You instinctively smiled at his familiar smell and warmth, snuggling up to him and curling into his chest, now able to sleep due to the darkness and grounding, eternally comforting presence of George.