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[chillassimagines]

idk how many posts authors can make begging y’all to reblog our hard work before it gets through to y’all. it’s really disheartening. i’m grateful for the likes but when you ask me why i’m not writing new fanfic things or when is the next part of xyz coming out, pls know that it’s because nobody reblogs. no community is being made out of this the way it’s supposed to. we treat fandom like a personal bubble when it’s really about connection. fanfic has been about making connections for decades. no connections are being made when somebody pours their heart out into something and somebody just puts a heart on it and then never acknowledges it again to leave the other person hanging. that sucks, man.

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I know I used to write, but I just might become a repost blog at this point. I be on here, I just don’t write anything anymore. I don’t want to say I grew out of it, because I’ve been working on side big books I don’t know that I’ll ever release, but the urge to write requested fics doesn’t come in as many waves as it used to. This is food for thought tho, maybe a few years back if I had seen the consumption match up with the likes my mind would have wanted to do it so much more 🤷🏽‍♀️

you know what bothers me the most about the way you, readers, treat writers here? it’s the fact that you have the nerve (and time!) to demand, disrespect, and send hate to these kind souls but won’t use those lazy fingers for less than a fucking second to reblog the damn fic (that, mind you, must’ve taken days to be written, edited and revised) you just finished reading.

do you see this? this is your doing. next time you wonder why they haven’t posted/updated a fic, i want you to know exactly whose fault that is.

fanfic culture has been dying for years now, and that is on every single one of you who do not bother to support the people who keep your favorite fan spaces alive for free.

before you leave this post, i want you to ask yourself this: if you were in the shoes of the artists that share their creations here, how would you feel if your art was consumed like a fucking tiktok and then instantly forgotten with not a single ounce of feedback for the thing you spent so much time working on? it’s not so easy when it happens to us, huh?

as sad as it makes me to see people i admire leaving, i honestly feel relieved for them. why? because no one deserves to be treated like this. and before you dare to think to yourself “this isn’t affecting me, why should i care?”, remember: the person responsible for sharing your favorite works on here might be the next one leaving.

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Simon Says - Campbell Eliot Smut

When you can could you pretty please make a smut of Campbell and reader playing the game of something similar to Simon says? Where the two are pleasuring themselves and they can't take the suspense anymore and they start to please the other.

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“I’m not playing that, that’s literally the stupidest shit to be doing right now.” Campbell scoffed and shook his head at you. Being a day off from responsibilities, you wanted to have some fun.

“I bet you’d play if…we drank?” You pulled out two bottles of liquor from your bag that you brought over to his house. His eyes widened for a second, but then a grin crossed his mouth.

“I’m sure one game wouldn’t hurt.” He hummed mischievously, joining you to sit on his bed. You kicked your bag off of the bed and handed him a bottle.

“I’ll go first…Simon Says…smile.” His face immediately dropped making you laugh. “C’mon Campbell! Simon Says smile!” You giggled as he shook his head once more and gave a half assed smile. “Simon Says hold up your left pinky.”

“This is so dumb.” He held up his left pinky and maintained his smile.

“You can stop smiling.” He stopped immediately making you point at him. “Simon didn’t say.” You sang, wagging your finger at him.

“Oh noo.” He said sarcastically, popping the lid off and taking a large drink from the bottle. You popped off your lid and took a swig just for fun.

“Woo! Alright, your turn, baby.” You said eagerly, but of course he didn’t match your energy.

“Well, Simon Says…” He stared off into thought for a few moments. “Stick your tongue out.” You raised a curious brow, but obliged to the order. “Simon Says, waterfall the drink into your mouth.”

“Funny.” You said and proceeded to follow the next order, and put your tongue back out after you swallowed.

“Simon Says you can stop sticking out your tongue.” You follow. He hummed for a second, thinking again. “Simon Says, give me a kiss.” His devilish smirk drew you in every time.

“This game isn’t too bad.” You teased before leaning forward to give him his kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a bit longer than planned.

“Simon Says…take another drink with me.” He whispered against your lips. You rolled your eyes.

“Every other command is a drink or something, Campbell?” He raised the bottle to clink against yours.

“No, but I’ve gotta have a little fun. And you don’t have to do it on your own, see?” Campbell waved the bottle in front of your face before downing some more. You took a deep breath out and inhaled in your next drink.

“Next time, I’ll remember a chaser.” You pursed your lips together, feeling the tingle of the alcohol on them.

“Simon Says, turn around.” You got onto your knees, spun around facing away from him on the bed sitting on your butt again. “You up for one more?” He questioned, making you sigh.

“Guess i brought it to use.” You lifted the bottle up in faux cheers, not facing him still.

“Simon Says, we’ll take one last shot together.” You take the last swig like a champ and cap the bottle, putting it on the side table.

“I’ll probably be a little tipsy, I can’t lie.” You laughed at yourself, knowing you didn’t drink as much as others did.

“Simon Says…lean your head to the left side.” You silently do as he says. “To the right.” You refuse to move, grinning at your attentive skills. He laughs softly. “Tough cookie.”

“I’m a pro at this, baby. It’s not hard to follow directions.” You initiated a slight teasing jab at your boyfriend. He hissed teasingly.

“Ooo, the pain.” You felt the weight on the bed begin to shift closer to your back. “Since you’re so good at following directions…Simon Says, take off your top.” Your jaw dropped, not believing what he said. You originally thought you two would be laughing and doing dumb stuff the whole time.

“Campbell-“

“Simon Says…right?” His breath fanned your ear, making you shudder internally. You followed his order and lifted your top from your torso, your head returning to its lean. You heard his hum of appreciation, whether it was for your obedience or the view you weren’t sure.

“Next?” You asked, more quiet than you’d spoken previously.

“Take off your bra.” He whispered again, but your hands didn’t move an inch. He let out another hum. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s more fun if I do it anyways.” He proceeded to unclip your bra and gently push it down your arms, flinging it across the room. Your breathing was trying to pick up, but you didn’t want it to be obvious with your now bare chest.

“I am good.” You tried to act cocky, but it came out a bit weak. He pressed his lips softly against your shoulder.

“You are…very good.” You bit your lip, knowing this was going to take a turn. “Simon Says, take off these shorts and spread your legs.” You gingerly slid the shorts off your body and hesitate a moment before spreading as instructed. “You good?”

“Very.” You chirped in response, feeling so exposed while Campbell was most likely clothes still.

“Simon Says, touch those pretty nipples for me.” He leaves another kiss on your neck, waiting to remove his lips until your fingers began to trace where he instructed. “Simon Says, stick that tongue out again.” You followed instructions, not stopping your ministrations, goosebumps rising.

His mouth started sucking on your neck, at just the spot that made you shiver under him. You felt an odd sensation traveling down between your breasts. You looked down to see it was a trail of saliva, now rushing past your navel.

“Kiss me baby.” He purred against your skin, but you only let out a small moan in response feeling the liquid reach your core. He laughed and nuzzled his cheek against yours, his lips kissing the corner of your mouth where your tongue was still out. “Simon Says, slide your fingers on your tongue.” You could hear his belt becoming undone, making you want to turn around, but you followed his orders, one hand still pulling on your nipple.

He let you salivate on your fingers for a bit, probably enjoying peering down at you.

“Simon Says you can take those fingers, close that mouth, and touch where you need it.” You didn’t hesitate to bring them down to your hot center. You ran your fingers through your slit, basking in the bliss.

“Baby.” You moaned, arching your back slightly. He hummed into your neck, maybe with a bit too much pleasure in his tone. He was loving this.

“Yeah, Simon’s gonna enjoy this with you, baby. Simon Says lean your head back and put them fingers inside.”

Your fingers shook as you pressed two up inside of yourself, crying out and leaning your head back to touch his chest. His lustful eyes peering down on you, and you realized he got rid of his shirt.

“Imagine it’s me baby…giving you every single push inside. Hitting those spots that make those pretty toes curl…ah, ah! Just like that.” You could hear the shuffling of his hand wrapped around himself, pushing himself into bliss.

“Ooo, Campbell!” You struck yourself in that sweet spot, basking in the toe curling moment. “I wan’ more.” You begged in a hushed tone.

“Simon Says lay back and let me see you do it.” You were in a hurry to lay on your back and resume your actions, wanting nothing more than his body weight on top of you.

“Please.” You whimpered, your fingers speeding up to help chase your high. Your eyes dropped to his hand, rushing up and down his member.

“Simon Says, stop everything.” You whimpered and threw your hands on either side of yourself.

“C’mon c’mon!” Your thigh shook with anticipation, while he continued to give you a show.

“If you hadn’t been so…good, I might have just kept you like this. My own little painting…” He began to line himself up with your entrance, tracing up and down your clit.

“I’m so good, Campbell, for you.” You spoke quickly, hoping he would get a move on.

“Should Simon make you work just a little harder?” He whispered, leaning back down to your ear. You whimpered and shook your head, your hips following his movements.

“Uh-uh, no please don’t! I’ve been so good, baby.” You begged, wanting this orgasm so bad, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Simon Says, let me hear you beg.” He said, sliding inside of your warmth shaking slightly. You mewled out probably one of the most pornographic sounds, but it was great.

“Please baby, I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say, you know it.” He began his pace slowly, dipping in and slowly pulling away a bit.

“Simon Says, beg…harder.” He emphasized, picking it up a bit. You yelped at the sudden pleasure of the pace and cooed to him.

“I know you can fuck me so well. I don’t even have to say Simon Says…I-I can just say please, baby! Please fuck me Campbell!” He soon granted your wish, the pace speeding up, skin slapping with aggression, damp with sweat.

“Be a good girl and tell me you want this.” He grunted, gripping your thighs with a passion.

“I want it all, Campbell! Only you can give, it, to, me!” Your head lolled back as he repeatedly rocked you back and forth like a doll.

“You can have everything, princess. Everything.” He let out heavy pants, and you could tell he was getting close. He just needed a little…encouragement.

“I want you to cum for me then, baby. Play by the rules…Simon Says cum! F-fuck!” You felt the knot inside of your stomach snap apart, your high trembling across your entire body. You felt him releasing inside of you and you thanked the lord for the birth control pills you had left. Campbell began to relax as he hovered over you. He dipped his lips down to yours, seeming to savor the taste of your lips.

“Simon didn’t say.” He parted with your lips, looking into your eyes curiously. Your eyebrows furrowed, his curiosity turning mischievous.

“What are you talking about baby?” You asked, smoothing his hair back delicately with your fingers.

“Simon didn’t say you could cum.” Your jaw dropped slowly, realizing he was ready to play again.

[chillassimagines]

sooooooorrr….

I know it’s been a minute, but I don’t wanna jumpscare nobody

I have a finished draft that’s been in there for sometime

and it was a request I never finished at that 👀

But I can’t guarantee you’ll get very many writings…like period, I MAY write some when I feel spicy 🌶 which has recently SKYROCKETED with Wakanda Forever and Avatar coming out…..

yes blue aliens that are FIIIINE, as well as a certain mutant gawd 😍 make me feel spicy 🤣

but i cannot guarantee I’ll be posting much writing content

ALSO IM AGING & IT’S SCARY SOMEONE COULD FIND MY SHIT IRL 😭 I’m being so fr y’all I get spooked talking about fan fiction bc I know I have VAULTS of content 🤣

so the question is, do I post it? 🤡

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hehehe…teen wolf movie comes out and now my old writings are poppin again 🤣🤣🤣 much appreciated, I’m glad they are timeless! 💜

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie

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I don’t know if I’ll ever upload any writing content on here for sure again, but hey, find somethin you haven’t read yet 🤪

By the way, my Masterlist is LITERAL YEARS out of date and will continue to be because my computer is broken and I don’t have enough money to buy a new one…I’m sorry! Search #chillassimagines for new/top imagines from my page. I tag every imagine with it now after my computer took a shit. 💓

[chillassimagines]

This is monstrous. What she is proposing is a literal crime against humanity.

No exaggeration. No hyperbole. One of the justices of the Supreme Court is proposing that the country should violate human rights en masse.

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I swear to y’all, I live a double life on the internet 💀 bc I would never wish anyone in real life to find this page, keep my secret 😭

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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

[chillassimagines]

Hi. I was wondering If I could use your stuff that you wrote for my Wattpad book that i will create. I would give credits and all that. Thank you for your time.

I’d love that, please send me the link to it when it’s posted! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ promotion tings

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Love your writing so much!!! Hope you're doing okay <3 sending love

SENDING SO MUCH LOVE BACK!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Love your writing Queen 👑

🥺🥺 thank you so much, I’m literally tearing up because I feel like I’m drifting so far from this app because of my life right now. I’ve been in college for years now, not just one. It still feels like every year is brand new and you’re always learning and I’m pretty involved + the gym + homework + work + decent sleep = little free time

Who comes up with this hard stuff to learn? My brain needs assistance.

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I second this notion

And I’m interested to know

either The Weeknd is a sex god or he’s really good at writing smut.

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Can't wait to read your stories again

🥺❤️

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Do you have any Campbell Eliot Smuts

I have 1 currently called Too Much and one upcoming called Simon Says ❤️❤️❤️

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💀 if this page ever gets found, just know I was having a good time aight 🤣

I have writing skills and they just happen to be used in more promiscuous ways 80% of the time 👏🏽

[chillassimagines]

hi! i love your nick imagines. can you do one where you are going with him when he wants to get a new tattoo. i think it could be cute and he’s showing you what he wants asking your opinion and your holding his hand and when he’s getting it.

Inked Up - Nick Mara ❤️