#if you use this poll to say something bad about yourself

[awakefor48hours]

Please reblog if you vote so more people can see.

#just trying to spread some positivity today #if you use this poll to say something bad about yourself #I will find you #my poll #poll #tumblr poll #polls #tumblr polls

[heavenlyvision]

Mattress

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Raiden x afab!Reader

A/N: I don't have any excuses, I am apparently feral tonight and decided to write a short fic for Raiden that is basically all smut. I feel bad that he tied in the poll but lost to the wheel :(( Have this as a peace offering <33

Summary: Raiden's bed is more comfortable than your own, which means you are always in it, much to his dismay.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, p in v sex, no pronouns used, praise, Gentle!Raiden, eye contact, no use of y/n

The mattress of Raiden’s bed is significantly more comfortable than your own, something you tell him frequently. Something he tells you is not true every time you bring it up but continues to remain true to you. Whether it’s because it’s actually more comfortable or if it’s because it’s Raiden’s bed, you aren’t sure but it’s comfy here. Safe.

“Go back to your own bed,” he complains from beside you.

You pretend to think hard, humming, “Hmm no, I am comfy here.”

He’s exasperated with you; he just wants to read alone in bed and you are hijacking his peace and quiet. You think right about now he is regretting letting you live with him but you needed a roomie and he is one of your oldest friends, so he caved and let you stay with him.

“I can’t do anything alone anymore,” he sighs.

You huff out at him, “You can to! I am just having a little nap.”

“Do it in your own room,” he complains.

Whinging at him, you protest, “But my mattress is lumpy and weird, plus I don’t like sleeping alone.”

“Do what you want, you are going to anyway,” he acquiesces, this conversation going nowhere.

You smile smugly, proud of yourself, he always caves with you and now you get to nap comfortably in his bed beside him. You weren’t lying, your bed is genuinely lumpy and weird and you prefer sleeping next to him, your sleep is better when you know he’s beside you.

“You always give in,” you prod at his side, gloating.

“Do not push it,” he warns but you still poke at his side, “I thought you wanted to nap?” He asks, slapping your hand away.

You ignore him and sit up, continuing to tease and poke at him. He’s generally difficult to get a reaction out of, too ‘mature’ to stoop to your level but every now and again you push his buttons just right and he’ll retaliate. It’s always fun to watch.

Apparently, today he’s extra touchy and he shoots up, grabbing you and pushing you back on the mattress. He holds you down under him, your wrists being pushed into the mattress.

“You are meant to be napping,” he scowls at you, his face close to your own.

His proximity makes you nervous, this does not bode well for your crush on him. You’re stunned as you look up at him, not expecting him to hold you down like this and certainly not expecting him to do it so effortlessly.

“What is wrong? You normally have so much to say,” his brows are still furrowed at you.

You try to struggle against his hold, attempting to free yourself. Your attempts are entirely unsuccessful, your movements not even affecting his hold on you even a little bit. Which makes you frown at him, the annoyed expression on your face and unsuccessful escape has Raiden’s features lighting up. Seemingly pleased at your realisation of your defeat.

You ask him, “Can you get off me now?”

“Hmm no, I am comfy here,” he smiles smugly at you, repeating your words from before.

Your frown deepens at him but he seems to have done a one-eighty, overly pleased with himself while you are now annoyed with him.

As you gaze at him you can’t help but drift over all of his features, the smugness in his eyes, the definition of his nose, the softness of his lips. You quickly flick your eyes back up to his, hoping he didn’t notice your wandering gaze. But he did, he always notices everything you do, you can’t make an out of the usual decision or move, he notices and he always checks if you’re okay.

When it comes to your feelings you can’t tell if he’s ignoring them or dim but with the knowing look in his eyes now, he seems to have finally caught onto your desire for him at the very least. His head ducks down closer to yours, his lips lightly grazing your own, the slight touch makes you dizzy. You’ve liked him for so long and now he’s so close to you, his skin touching yours.

His lips move against yours as he checks with you, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please?”

Your confirmation has him pressing his lips to yours properly, it’s so soft and so caring and so him. He has you melting for him just from a tender kiss and you really wish you could touch him but he’s still holding you down. His lips are gentle and searching, learning how you like to be kissed. One of his hands leaves your wrist to grasp the side of your face, his lips the smallest bit more forceful as he holds your face.

The increase in his urgency has a light gasp pulling from you and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your free hand reaches up and holds on the side of his face, pulling him down to you more, wanting more from him. Craving all of him, and he provides, his kiss becomes fervent and full and it has you lightheaded. Small whines are slipping from you at the way he kisses you, he’s kissing you like you’re delicate, trying so hard to be gentle but being overwhelmed by his and your own need.

When he pulls back you’re breathless, you’ve never been kissed so attentively, so fully. The desire you feel for him is unmatched and you’ve been so carefully pulled apart by his lips alone. His thumb strokes high on your cheekbone, his eyes captivated by you, they keep flicking back to your lips. Waiting for you to catch your breath so he can kiss you again.

You’re still restrained, hand struggling under his hold to remind him he’s still got you pinned, he releases you at your movements and both your arms reach up, grabbing behind his neck and pulling him down to you completely. His lips crash against yours, eager to kiss you again, his tongue immediately in your mouth again. Exploring you carefully, attentive to how you react to him.

One of his hands slides down your body and holds onto your thigh, pulling it up and hooking it onto his hip. You use the position to your advantage and pull his hips to yours, your core pressed against his crotch. The shock of your movement has a surprised sound exiting Raiden, he moves his lips off yours and rests his forehead against you.

“We can stop,” he tells you, giving you an out. Not wanting to push you into something you don’t want.

You pull him close to you and grind against the bulge in his pants, “I don’t want to.”

The motion has him closing his eyes, having to control himself momentarily, “Then, undress.”

His words bleed with need and desire, you can tell his control waned thin for a second, his tone has an underlying commanding manner to it. It has you throbbing for him. He lets you push him back so you can undress, you slip out of your pants before tugging your shirt off.

“These too,” he comments, lifting the waistband of your panties before letting them snap back against you. The shock of it making you jump.

He had pulled his own shirt and pants off while you did, both equally undressed, “You first,” you retort.

Your apprehension makes him smile at you, he tugs his underwear off first, completely bare in front of you. His cock fully erect for you, the sight of it has your insides twisting, he’s large and thick and, “I don’t know if you’ll fit,” you observe.

“I am not that big,” he dismisses.

You look at him incredulously, “Humble to a fault.”

He shakes his head at you but taps your leg, reminding you to take off your own underwear, which you do, nervously. Chucking them to the floor when they’re off, Raiden shuffles closer to you again, between your legs.

“If you are worried, I will be gentle.” He assures you.

You look at him coquettishly, “You don’t have to be.”

His eyes shut, gathering himself, “I am going to be gentle.” He replies, it’s not a question.

“Okay,” you answer.

He slides the head of his cock through your folds, gathering all of your slick on him. Getting his dick wet to make the stretch easier on you, his movements have you twitching against him. His eyes are alight with satisfaction, enjoying your bodies reaction to him and his minimal touch. He notches himself against your pussy hole before gingerly pushing forwards, the stretch a lot for you.

He notices your struggle to take him, and he rubs his thumb over your clit, the pleasurable stimulation has you relaxing against him. Enough so he can push the head of his cock into you, the feeling has you both sighing.

“You are tight,” he groans, struggling slightly with the grip you have on him.

You argue back, “You’re just big.”

He chuckles a bit but pushes into you more, his cock is a lot to take but he eventually has you stuffed full of him. Your cunt taking him to the hilt, you’re so wet for him that you’re practically drooling on his dick.

Once he’s fully inside you, he leans down, pressing all of himself against you. Skin to skin. The contact has your heart soaring, feeling so full of him and loving the closeness. He looks you directly in the eyes, it’s intense and has you shying away from him, but he pulls your face back so you’re looking him in the eyes.

He watches your face carefully as he pulls out of you, his pace slow and steady, “You are beautiful.” He compliments you as you take his fat cock.

Your legs wrap around his waist, holding onto him. He holds your face still, making sure you keep your eyes on his, wanting to watch your face as you fall apart for him. His cock is rocking back and forth into you smoothly, never speeding up or slowing down, keeping pace. The unwavering manner of his strokes has you craving more but loving what you’re getting. Not wanting him to change anything and wanting so much more, he’s driving you crazy.

His expression is pleased as he watches the way you melt for him, the way your eyes glaze over, and mouth opens letting soft sounds of whimpers and moans fall from it. He offers you compliments the whole time he rocks into you.

“Doing so good for me, look so pretty right now… You always look so pretty,” he murmurs to you, his own eyes glazing over with the pleasure your cunt gives him.

You try to tell him how good you feel but you’re a bit scatter-brained at the moment, “Raiden, you feel –mmph– good, filling me so much –hah–”

He doesn’t seem to mind, enjoying the lost look in your eyes and incoherent compliments. His thrusts are still holding steady but you’re getting closer, his consistent pace working you up gradually. You’re throbbing around him, close to the edge. He’s twitching inside you, close to his own end as well.

“Want to cum at the same time,” his hand reaches down and rubs circles into your clit. His eyes stay on your face, never wanting to look away. The fingers on your clit have you right on the edge, about to fall off. He tells you, “Now, cum for me.”

And you do, very suddenly, and he cums as you do. Grinding into you as he releases his sticky cum inside you, it’s filling you completely. He’s still watching you, carefully taking in your expression as you come down from your orgasm. His own face pleasure filled, eyes lazy and content.  

It occurs to you that you had been subconsciously waiting for his permission to cum, he has a soft domineering way about him that compels you. He’s polite as he tells you what to do, so much so that it doesn’t even seem like he’s telling you what to do.

“You look beautiful when you cum,” he compliments again, genuine as he does.

His compliment is embarrassing and has your cheeks heating up with it, he smiles at you and leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips. He kisses you for a moment, enjoying the closeness of being inside you while pressing his lips against yours, coming down from your highs together.

Eventually, he parts from you, careful as he pulls out. He rolls onto his back and takes you with him, leaving you resting against his chest. He’s comfortable, maybe more comfortable than his mattress.

“Is my mattress really better than yours or was this always your end goal?” His chest vibrates under you with his words.

You laugh a bit, “Your mattress is actually better, this was good too though.”

He hums a bit, “I have a feeling you will be in my bed even more frequently now.”

“Will that be my fault or yours?” You tease.

“Mine,” he answers, kissing the top of your head.

⊹₊ ⋆

#mk1 2023 #mk1 smut #raiden x reader #raiden x reader smut #raiden smut #raiden x you #raiden x you smut #raiden mk1 #fanfic #smut

[yukidragon]

May we have a story about Jack's clingy side and uses his puppy dog eyes to make MC to cuddle with him longer? (He uses the puppy dog eyes whenever he wants something and it works 100% of the time) Jack kind of reminds me of a giant puppy.

I love this idea! Jack definitely knows how to channel puppy energy to his advantage, and my MC Alice definitely falls for it every time.

In fact, I love this idea so much that it inspired me to turn it into a quick writing prompt. I also remembered that I owe everyone a nice little Jack x reader fic from the poll I made last year, so I wrote this writing exercise in 1st person gender neutral perspective.

So here it is, just a short but sweet first draft story about clingy Jack giving his sunshine some puppy dog eyes and pleading to get a bit more cuddle time. I don't think any real warnings apply, though it does get a little suggestive. Also, I think this might count as GrovelCore?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing, and consider leaving a comment please!💕

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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It was nice to have moments like this, just the two of us on the couch cuddled up together. The way Jack wrapped me up in his big, strong arms made me feel so safe, so content. Even though I was tucked comfortably in his lap, he practically surrounded me with his warmth. It was the perfect way to spend a day off from work.

The show on TV was entertaining, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from Jack for long. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to it at all. Every time I looked up at him, I never failed to see those beautiful dark brown eyes of his gazing back at me. His mouth was shaped in a gentle curve of a smile, his expression almost dreamy as he admired me with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it sent my heart racing. I had to look away when the butterflies in my chest fluttered so hard they were ready to burst out of me.

Fuck, I was so down bad for this man, I was down atrocious.

A gloved finger brushed against my cheek, slowly tracing the contours of my face until reaching my chin. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my eyes returned to Jack as he gently guided my face back towards him.

“Looks like the show’s over,” Jack said. I blinked, caught off-guard, before my eyes darted to the screen to see the credits scrolling by. His honeyed voice drew me back before I could get distracted from his loving gaze for long. “What do you want to do now, sunshine?”

The first thought that popped into my head made my cheeks burn and brought back those damn butterflies. The second thought reminded me to check the time.

Ah damn it. Curse must-watch binge-worthy television. Why must I always fall for your siren song of “just one more episode”?

“Not run errands, that’s for sure, but it’s getting late,” I said with a heavy sigh, banishing the butterflies and steamy thoughts to whence they came. “Groceries aren’t going to buy themselves, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff I should get out of the way while I’m out too.” I sighed again, shoulders slumping.

Being a responsible adult dealing with all the responsible adult bullshit sucked sometimes. A lot of the time. Actually probably most of the time considering how many hours in a day got eaten up by a cringy job and entitled customers.

I twisted away from Jack and tried to stand, but his large muscular arms kept me locked up tighter than iron bars. I turned back to him with a questioning look, only to see him pouting at me.

“I know it’s important to be responsible, sunshine, but don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately?” he asked. “We have plenty of food to last a few more days, and you’ve been working overtime for the past five nights in a row. You come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep, then you go right back to work. It’s not good for you.”

“I know,” I said with a helpless shrug. “But what can I do about it? Bills aren’t going to pay themselves either.”

Jack adjusted his hold on me, not enough that I could slip free, but I could feel his hands glide slowly along my back, sending a shiver up my spine. “I know, but it’s just been so long since we’ve had any cuddle time,” he said, his pout making its way into his voice now.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the way his lower lip jutted out just a little further. “You see me every day,” I teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Besides, we woke up cuddling this morning, didn’t we? You sleep with me every night.”

“You’ve been too tired to cuddle lately,” Jack said, whining a little. “Even this morning, you didn’t really wake up until halfway through breakfast. This is the first chance in days that I’ve had to really have you all to myself.” He dipped his head down, closer to mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the TV’s gentle glow made his dark eyes shine. “I missed you, sunshine.”

His big soulful eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and his gentle caress along my back made me want to melt into him. “I missed you too,” I admitted after a moment. We couldn’t exactly talk when other people were around, and work had been too busy for us to even sneak a kiss without the risk of getting caught in the act.

 I was pretty sure Jack wouldn’t mind even if someone else could see him making out with me. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might even enjoy getting caught. Sometimes this man acted like he had no idea what it meant to feel shame.

Then again, Jack was always painted up like a clown 24/7. If he wasn’t embarrassed by the bright face paint or his silly jokes, then he probably didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Sometimes I wished that I could say the same. The idea of being seen making weird faces while holding onto the air left me feeling a level of cringe that not even the greeting at my job could match. It probably would be a kiss with tongue too knowing Jack.

The thought left me burning, both with mortification and the memory of the way his kisses made me feel.

Maybe it would be worth the embarrassment considering how good of a kisser Jack was.

As if reading my mind, Jack brushed his lips against mine, just a peck, but it was enough to snap my attention entirely to my boyfriend. “Then stay with me,” he said with a hint of desperation to his breathy voice. “Please?” He planted another kiss on my lips, just a little longer but still only a tantalizing taste of what he could offer me. “I need you.”

Jack finished off the last of my resistance by saying my name in that same pleading tone while looking at me with so much love and need in his beautiful dark brown eyes. His desperate voice and puppy dog eyes made me melt like cotton candy in water.

I gave in to him. I couldn’t help it. I was weak to him when he begged me like this, and I needed Jack just as badly as he needed me.

“Jack,” I sighed as I looped my arms around his neck and drew Jack in for another kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips, and he murmured my name again before his tongue slid into my mouth to get a taste of me.

Soon I was pinned against the couch, breathless and panting, with Jack looming above me. His arms were a cage that secured me there and ensured that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Not that I wanted to with the way his mouth moved along my neck, hot and wet. I couldn’t help but moan his name as he sucked on my skin, arching up into him.

Even before Jack started tugging at my shirt, I had a feeling that I wasn’t getting any errands done today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every touch, every kiss, and every murmur of my name along with sweet praise made the world around us fade away, until nothing else existed but the two of us and our love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #Sunny Day Jack x Reader #Yandere x reader #X Reader #Reader Insert

[moshpitgamma]

HIII!!! It's me. The infamous asker ONCE AGAIN!

OKAY. SO THIS ONE IS RLLY WEIRD TO ASK. AND PROBABLY ALSO TOO LONG mfmfngm

Is it alright if I asked for seperate NSFW hcs for Creek and Branch with a submissive fem!reader who is:

generally shy but absolutely LOVES complimenting them in general (just bc she feels like they deserve it despite Creek's ego probably being THE FUCKING WORST)

touch-starved, a bit insecure in general

tends to get easily flustered (who may have a thing for being praised in bed and all that jazz )

but I'd also like to hear what they would say to the reader specifically AJFJKDMGM THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY😋😋🤭

Since we all are waiting on the Mega Poll🙄😂 I have decided to feed my Babies till the big story gets decided and hope you have a nice day to Hun🤭🫶🏾

||Separate Nsfw Headcannons||

Creek and Branch x Submissive Fem!Reader

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•Creek•

🧘‍♂️He just loves it when his baby just boosts his big ass ego and I would like to think he has a massive kink for praise himself.

Will be into degrading and will do it just to see your pretty eyes tear up from pure humiliation.

Will call you cute nicknames in public and WILL call you out from your embarrassment. Don’t worry tho he’s making up for it in bed with his skilled and flexible hands.

If he sees you looking at yourself wrong in the mirror or saying bad things about your image, he is fucking you lopsided while whispering affirmations in your ear. (Will ask you to repeat them while he’s ball deep in your wetness)

You guys have a compliment contest that usually ends up with you guys getting handsy. “Your yoga moves were so graceful bub ” “Well I can show you something even better my sunshine” Creek says as he walks towards you teasingly

Creek likes to sometimes take advantage of his flexibility and loves to put you into those positions that looks hard as hell (but babes he makes you scream from how deep he is😩)

He knows how flustered you get so he gives you playfully spanks throughout the day.

The first time he praised you in bed he could’ve sworn he say stars in your eyes. But you confirmed it turned you on when he called you a good girl and your tail starting wagging vigorously.

You’re not the only one touch starved hun. He’s grabbing, licking, touching, and kneading everywhere he can on your skin

Loves to leave hickeys and love bites all on you just so he can cuddle you and trace those sensitive areas

•Branch•

When you compliment him he doesn’t know how to act at allll. He’s blushing and sputtering out thank you’s and is whispering some compliments back to you

Since this man has been isolated for some years, seeing you react to his praising is like him finding hella materials for his bunker. This man is playing with your switches and over stimming you with his words (fingers🤭)

Will get real flirty with you and sensual just to see you blush and get caught off guard.

He probably has a praising kink like Creek and just wants to stuff your cunt while you’re thanking him for treating you so well👀

If he finds out you’re being insecure and talking bad about yourself, he is picking you up with no effort and fucking you in front of a mirror till you plead him to stop and take everything you said bad about yourself back

You guys usually go back and forth with compliments and love comments. He’ll use his dirty mind and say a sex joke in the midst of it. “You have such a nice structure and a nice nose” “Well love, how about you come ride it” (I have a thing for big noses ok😢)

Since Creek has flexibility, Branch has strength. Likes to pick you up and fuck you against walls, shelves, and counters for where your legs are dangling and barely touching the floor.

Likes to give teasing touches all over your body to get you flustered

When he first figured out you were into praising it was when he complimented your friendship bracelet making skills and he saw your cheeks turn red and your tail was wagging. (He also picked up on how your thighs rubbed together)

He’s not too big on leaving love marks or bites on your body but loves to fill you up with his seed and loves to make you stare at yourself in the mirror and show him how beautiful you are being filled with his essence…

HOPE YOU BABIES LIKE IT🤭🫶🏾🤍I know it’s not a lot but it’s something🤷🏿‍♀️

#trolls #trolls band together #brozone x reader #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls branch #trolls x reader #creek trolls #trolls creek #creek x reader #branch trolls #branch x reader

[rheiple]

Attention Seeker

-OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ Why is he following and helping you around with every chance he gets?

▪︎WARNING/s↦ None

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ Gago ang tagal ko nang hindi nagsusulat,, well anyways this the Eclipse wanting reader's attention, the first thing I needed to do at the poll.

I'm not really satisfied with the out come, but I wanted to post it not instead of letting it rot in my notes, and also I might not do the other fics I've planned at the poll, if i did write them then its gonna be for a long time

I've noticed that whenever i write, when I'm passionate about something I noticed that my writing looks good(?)

But when I force myself to write its basically shit, and this Fic is probably one of the few sjit fics I've written

So yea I hope you don't mind

“…It’s really dark in here.. Mind if you shine your eye lights over here bud?”

The sound of metal clinking represents the movement of your very tall and lanky companion.  With it’s big bright eyes, you’re able to be see the injured Helpy trying to move it’s way towards a vent.

Here in the storage room, it’s very hard to move and see with how many piled stuff are stored in this small room. You’re surprised that He managed to cramp himself inside here.

Eclipse, your ‘new' friend has been tagging along with you ever since your shift has started.

You don’t really know why- or maybe you do. Perhaps it’s because he’s still new with his surroundings in this Pizza Plex. Couldn’t really blame him, and it’s not like you mind his company anyways. You just found it a little strange.. and maybe cute.

You went to carry the small bear in your arms, you heard a little hiss coming from the taller one. You eyed him as you put Helpy on a table.

Noticing you making eye contact with him, he grinned from ear to ear, he lets out a creepy glitchy giggle. It’s like he’s drunk on something.

Honestly though, you want to have a taste with whatever he’s drunk with. It’d be a good stress reliever for at the moment. But oh well, no matter, you have at least 30 minutes until it’s your break time. You could pull this through.

Just like what you keep saying to yourself for the previous days.

Holding the hammer up high, you gave Helpy a little warning. Knowing he’s been given the ability to feel pain and all. It’s creepy and sad knowing this bot's cursed ability is used to train newbies. You also wondered how on earth are they able to program that.

“All right Helpy, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this and tell you it’s gonna hurt just a little. It’s actually gonna hurt really bad but I need you to be brave for me ok?”

He's shaking, but he nodded his head.

“…Ok, on the count of one… two…”

You aimed the hammer a little close to his knee.

“And…Three-"

Eclipse hold the back of the hammer.

“Wha- Eclipse? What’s wrong?”

He gently took the hammer out of your hand. His other hand softly patting your head.

And immediately slammed it on baby bear bear's knee.

“OH MY GOD!”

While Helpy screamed because of the sudden pain, you screamed in fright because of how loud and painful Helpy's scream is. Eclipse took care of the situation by putting some kind of mask that emits special smoke to calm him down, and put a bandaid on his knee.

His other hand went to give him a lollipop.

You only looked at him flabbergasted. And he only smiled at you.

“Work is over.. Break now..”

One of his hands took yours and led you to the cafeteria.

.

.

.

Well this is humiliating.

You ignore the stares of your co-workers, glaring at them if they ever so much as chuckled at your current predicament.

He held the spoon filled with fried rice and chicken, the lunch you packed for yourself and tried to feed you. He’s making you look like a baby god dammit! You glared right up at him and gently smacked away the spoon. “Eclipse, you’re kinda making me look like a fool here…”

The celestial robotic tilted its head, he slowly brought back the spoon close to your mouth. His other hand  holding your chin, trying to pry your mouth open. “…ahh”

You took a grip on his hand and lowered it down where he couldn’t reach your chin once again. He didn’t seem to mind, as he gladly took your hand and intertwined it with his slim fingers instead. He began to rub your hand with his thumb as best as he could.

With a sigh, you took the spoon and placed it on your lunch box. You look at Eclipse and hold his other hand. His rays slowly started moving at the initiated contact. “Look man..” You start off, letting out your thoughts and feelings was really hard for you. You’ve never thought you’d even do it to someone like Eclipse, considering he probably doesn’t know the most of what your saying unless you explained it but.. At least he had sympathy, you wouldn’t be able to find that in most people nowadays. That’s probably why you feel safe sharing your thoughts and feelings to him.

“Eclipse…You know I really really appreciate you helping me around stuff n all but. I kind of feel like you’re just… Babying me at this point.”

He emits a low mechanical whine, you could feel the slight tightness of his hands. “…Not intentional.. wanted to help you… get work done…”

“Awwe, thanks buddy.” You gently squeezed his hands and did the same thing Eclipse did with your hand earlier. “…But are you sure that’s the only reason? I noticed that.. You’ve been a little passive aggressive with the other bots.. Whenever I focus on them instead of you.”

With your confrontation, he looks to the side and whistled out some playful toons.

You confirmed that being rough with Helpy earlier was intentional on his part.

You let go of his hands to put yours on your hips. Giving him the all knowing stare, you called to him in a accusing manner. He only grinned widely at the mention of his name. You guessed that scaring a robot wouldn’t really work considering with looks alone, he’s the scary one than you.

“…Are you jealous?”

“…no..”

“You’re lying.”

“Not lying… only fibbing.”

You scratched your head and raised a brow. “But why? Why are you jealous?”

The tall robot leaned in to hug you. You went to sit on his lap. His faceplate rotated from left to right. “…love your eyes. Better on me.. than on them..”

You snickered and brought a hand up to your face. “Oh my god.. you wanted my attention?” You  seem to get the memo as he purred in delight at your question. “..Oh Eclipse.”

You pry yourself off to stand and look at him, cupping his face with your small hands. As expected he leaned in to your touch. “You didn’t have to go through all that way just to get my attention you know that?” Seriously, he really shouldn’t have.

He caused hell to the other bots, he’s scary when he’s jealous.

“If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked! You know I wouldn’t say no..”

He took a hold of your hand with his, and looked at you with bright purple eyes.

“May I… have your eyes on me?” You grinned and kissed his teeth. “Of course..”

He began to stand up, surprising you by picking you up. You didn’t know where your going, but you assumed in one of the dark places where no one could find you. You’re glad you play a vital role at your job, or else you would’ve been fired with the amount of time you’ve went missing during your working hours.

You didn’t noticed, but Eclipse surely did, of a certain robot hanging from the ceiling observing him with envy.

The moon themed animatronic crossed his arms. “…So this is what our star has been wasting their time on..”

‘No fair, no fair! Why spend time with a bootleg version of us?!'

It’s as if Eclipse heard their thoughts, one of his hands gave them the rude gesture from behind.

Moon clicked his tongue. “So…that’s how you want to play…”

He’s been playing unfair for the past few days! Always sabotaging their plans so he could have you in his arms! They tried so, so many times to get your attention. Like making so many messes in the Daycare for you to help them clean it, they made gifts so they could see your flustered face, and they even broke themselves for you to fix them.

Not only did the metal prick cleaned the Daycare, fixed them instead of you- which they much rather prefer,  he stole their gifts, lying to you that he was the one who made it instead of them! He is such a big fat liar! A phoney!!

He could imagine his Sunny counter part walking around and huffing in annoyance. ‘Oh the nerve of him to do that! When I get my hands on our star once again he’ll be begging us to let him see her! And even then it’d be over my shut downed body if he ever thought I’d agree!'

The lunar jester is pretty sure the Eclipse would just control their minds to scrap themselves up, before they could even think of hiding away their star.. As much as he wanted to, he and Sun knew it’d just make you sad if you found out they’re not on good terms.

So they’re the ones who tried to give them the time he needed with you but, they’re just abusing their kindness at this point. They need to hatch up a plan to have you back in their arms sooner of later.

The moon slowly backed away by crawling. “…Hoping to see that soon…” He went back to his patrols for now.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf sb #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sundrop x you #sundrop x y/n #sundrop x reader #eclipse x you #eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #eclipse fnaf #fnaf x you #five nights at freddy's

[reverieaa]

The self, fufilled.

It might have taken me a while, but as I promised in my last poll, I will deliver what you all were most interested in hearing, my explanation of the self fufilled. Consider this a pt.2 of "a change of clothes".

Yes, I say the self fufilled. I thought this play of words is not only interesting to do but would bring light to a new perspective that may help you come to your own understanding.

Many don't sit to really understand what " no other cause to your thoughts other than you" really means to them, we know, but we don't understand.

How do I stop my doubtful thoughts? How do I manifest quickly? how do I feel my wish fufilled? How do I change my state? How do I feel free? How do I stop punishing myself?

Well for the last one, you can start by putting an end to all previous questions, searching with the intention of finding an outside answer.

The opposite of love is hate, as the opposite of to hurt is to heal.

And the opposite of attention is indifference. As Edward art himself said that indifference is truly the answer to all your doubts.

I don't want you to go through your day and force yourself to imagine, affirm, and re-read every post you've ever read again and again until it finally clicks, I don't want you to fight every thought and scold your mind for "going out of place" either.

All that I want you to do is all that is required for you to do, change the inner. We truly are fortunate when I tell you this good news because change is all we do, all we've ever done.

I'll tell you honestly, not to give you hope and neither to shatter it or delude you when I tell you that majority of your problems that sound so complicated as the universe itself, could be solved just through self identification and a rearrangement of the mind.

I don't say this to give comforting lies, false hope, and support because I don't want people with hopes and dreams in tough situations to feel bad and be a moral person, but because the truth is far more comforting than any of it.

I won't tell you to "keep going" when you feel like nothing is working and breaking down. If you feel the need to change something, then change should happen, and it shall as your word is logic to your world.

I want you to understand that you're not meant to fufill the thing itself, but yourself instead. It's not about your desired face, it's about you, it's not about your ideal relationship and sp, it's about you, it's not about imagining the perfect life, it's about you.

It's not about using yourself to fulfill the scenario/desire. It's about it fulfilling and changing YOU.

Right now, you have a bed, you are not imagining that you do, you're not checking to see if you have a bed, you probably didn't even look to see if you have one, it is a CLAIM within yourself. With the same conviction, you use it for your desires. Take this example with things you have in your life.

I don't think people realize that the whole reason why trying changing the outer reality does not work because there is no outer reality to begin with, I mean that literally.

It is crucial to understand when you imagine that you are not creating the desire or a new reality, but you can only conceptualize that version of you to begin with because it already exists.

Let the ego mind go, let the need for outer change go, both its worries and time-frame of your life so far and just sit there with what I'm trying to say when I tell you to feel the wish fulfilled. It is a CLAIM, not a process, a change of identification.

Once you identify yourself with who you actually are, the awareness/ pure consciousness and believe that you is all there is , you won't want to "manifest a df" just to decorate the outer man, but you'll want to manifest it bc it genuinely makes u happy for yourself, same for every manifestation.

It all comes down to a satisfying claim, a claim of your observation that you see as TRUTH and are currently seeing in your mind.

For those who are wondering what knowingness I'm talking abt, it's the same knowingness when someone asks your name, you know you are (name), you know you're (nr) years old.

And so the same way you know your name, you know you have your desired body, the same way you know how old you are, you know you have your dream car.

We identify as body and outer when the outer world itself is WITHIN us, you are the answer to everything as everything has it's root to you, and at the same, everything cam only live through ypir awareness, nothing greater and nothing to "get".

If i view myself as pure consciousness, then I do not care for the 5 senses to show me anything because I don't view myself as just body, and this doesn't mean you can't deal with things in the 3D, because working in the 3D and identifying with it are different things. Therefore, don't feel the need to commit all your 5 senses to your imaginal act.

This isn't a for you to tell yourself: " ok, I have to know I am pure consciousness/ the creator and work with it from there" this post is telling you that you ALREADY are it, skip emotions here, we have established that you are it right now and youvare becoming aware that you are in imagination.

All we do in life is make claims within ourselves about things we are aware of having in the mind. Say you have a red car, and you think about it in your head, you know it's yours, you don't need to check your own drivers license, you know you have a certain hair color, it is a aware claim, you aren't trying to get it, there is no rush to do so, you are at ease knowing it IS so and are just observing your life through that state on consciousness.

And since you are consciousness, and you can get/be anything you want just by being aware that you are it, what is it that you can't do or be in this world? You can't be satisfied going after the "object" itself bc the only way we can enjoy things in this world is through the awareness that we have it, it has no life of its own outaide your own consciousness.

#law of assumption #affirm and persist #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #3d #affirmations #loa methods #void state #loa blog #loa

[creedslove]

We need Joel meet his new sweetheart at a gym. He was helping her with heavy equipment, because some assholes left heavy weight on a poll for lifting and left her yoga corner filled with weights she can't move without straining herself. (Sorry my English is lacking here as you see 😂)

So she is like coffee, as a thank you?

And Joel said sure. He has girlfriend at home, but love is not there between them for a while now. So he is not feeling very guilty about it. And rumors says, she was planning on dumping him anyway, but is with him by convince. So he is just... Not very hesitant, when you two ended up on a little date after gym two times a week. 😉

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, mentions of smut, Joel being soft

A/N: bestie, this wonderful idea has been living rent-free in my mind for days!!! Bless you for it honey ❤️

O.8k words

Your soft breathing against his skin while Joel tried not to doze off after his orgasm haze and the peace and tiredness that took over his body showed that unlike him, you'd successfully managed to relax and fell asleep on him. He rubbed your skin gently, kissing your neck as his rough fingers ran up and down your arm and Joel thought of what he was doing in his life.

Tess would probably be waiting for him back home, it was Saturday, she was probably making them meatloaf, and her meatloaf was really bad. Not that it even mattered to Joel, lately anything that had to do with her was bad and sour to him. He didn't care about her or her stupid efforts anymore, just as he didn't feel any regret towards his little affair with you. If some months ago someone had told him he would be cheating on his girlfriend, Joel would probably punch whoever made that accusation, but then, he wouldn't believe it if someone told him his girlfriend Tess, would be having an affair with her co-worker.

Ever since he grabbed her phone to order them some pizza and he came across some steamy messages she was exchanging with a guy named 'Tom' he stopped caring about her, her feelings, her presence. He knew Tim, thinking back a year or so ago, when he reluctantly accepted Tess's invitation to be her plus one at her office's Christmas party, he remembered that annoying guy from accounting who wouldn't keep his eyes off her. Unlike Joel, who only threw some jeans, flannels and a jacket on, Tim always wore a pathetic suit; when they shook hands and greeted each other, he noticed how soft the other man's hand was compared to his. He didn't actually know when his girlfriend's affair had started, probably when Tess - who used to climb Joel and ride him at every single opportunity, simply stopped coming after him, making up excuses not to touch or be touched by him.

It was around the same time he found out about the texts that Joel met you. He had seen you before, of course he had, he wasn't blind after all, it would be nearly damn impossible for him to pretend not to see you in your stupidly tight yoga clothes, or how you would flash your beautiful smile around, greeting everyone you saw - him included. You had never interacted further than that until the day you found the place you usually trained clogged with a bunch of equipment people left behind. You felt so annoyed at that, why did people have to do that? If it weren't for the handsome gentleman whose name was Joel - you learned later - who helped you get those shit out of your way, you wouldn't have been able to train. Not that at that point it mattered something at all, because all you could focus was on Joel. He was so handsome, devilish handsome. But he was also sexy, rough and you couldn't help yourself but check on him at every opportunity, catching him stealing glances at you every so often, it wasn't a surprise when he asked you out for a coffee, that quickly turned into more than just one coffee and before either of you realized what was happening, you were sleeping together. Twice a week, after working out, you'd hop into his truck and be driven to a cheap motel where Joel Miller would fuck you exactly the way you deserved it. You thought the thrill and the lust would fade eventually, but it didn't, and even if you weren't happy to learn he had a girlfriend, it didn't bother you as much as you knew it should. Joel on the other hand, had made plans of breaking up with Tess, but as his affair with you progressed, he thought it would be more suitable to just simply give her a taste of her own medicine, find out for herself what it felt like to be betrayed and cheated on by someone who supposedly loved her. He just didn't think he would be too attached to you, just like you ended up getting attached to him.

As you moved on top of Joel, you nuzzled his naked chest, opening your eyes lazily and smiling to see him there. His hands traveled through your body, making you relaxed under his touch, it felt pretty good.

"It's time to go?" You asked him with a hint of sadness, you knew he would have to go back to his girlfriend and you'd go home, thinking of the man who was yours at the same time he really wasn't. However, this time Joel stroked your cheek, shaking his head softly

"We can stay a little longer, darlin'..." He closed his eyes the moment your lips traced your way along his shoulder going to his arms. You sank your teeth into his biceps, giving it a love bite and giggling to yourself. It was impossible to resist Joel.

In return, he swatted your ass cheeks, spanking you and making you squeal.

"Let's stay the night Joel… forget about her, you have me now" you asked him with pleading eyes

"I've already forgotten about her, you are all I care"

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal drabble #pedro pascal one shot #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller drabble #joel miller one shot

[orange-orchard-system]

This has been in our drafts for ages, but a recent poll we reblogged got us thinking about it again, so here's a tip for other systems (especially newly discovered systems) that we consider very helpful

Sometimes, being a system can feel dehumanizing or like you've lost control of your life. You have to share everything with the other people in your body – where's your privacy? Where's your individuality? What can you do to carve out something of your own in the world? These kinds of questions, even if said with other sentiments, can be a struggle to answer as a system.

However, my system – inspired by other systems we've seen doing this – have a solution! Or at least, part of one. You'll still likely have to go through some emotional work to answer the above questions and find what's most comfortable for you. But for us, when one of us is feeling insecure or needs some individuality, there's something simple we do...

... We give each other gifts!

Or, more accurately, we choose something we want or have to be a certain system member's possession. It could be a project, a shirt, a toy, whatever works for them! Then they get to establish rules about the other system members touching Their Thing™, and have the most important say in anything regarding it. This isn't to say that other members would necessarily never get to touch or use that thing again, but rather, that the system member who it belongs to would get to choose on what terms others are allowed to touch it, the same way you might set a rule with a roommate about touching your things.

For example, Chara's Thing™ is a green cardigan. When we're going somewhere and they're going to be fronting for at least a majority of the time, they decide if we're going to pack it, and if they want to leave it at home or wear it out on bad days when they could use the comfort. They're alright with the rest of us wearing it if we want, but would prefer we be extra careful about not staining or losing it. If there was a situation where we'd have to negotiate on the cardigan, like if we needed space in a suitcase that the cardigan was taking up, we would have a discussion on how to compromise in the situation so that everyone is happy, such as what other things we could take out of the suitcase instead of the cardigan, or if we could wear the cardigan on our trip instead of packing it. Chara would get the final say in this discussion, but it's unlikely that we'd all end up unhappy.

We have other examples of this, too. Alterisa has a writing project she doesn't mind if we work on as long as we check with her before publishing, Kitten has a plushie she likes to bring when we travel, and Tempo's looking into getting a blue and green shirt to be more comfortable with our wardrobe. All of these things make them feel more secure in our system, and more comfortable with sharing most of our life since they always have something they can call their own.

If you're struggling with your individuality as part of a system, try starting with one small thing as your own! Choose something for yourself, establish some boundaries for others interacting with it, and enjoy having something to call your own. It doesn't have to be anything big – it could be as simple as a music playlist or a cool rock you found. Hang in there; life can be tough, but you can be tough, too.

#plurality #pluralgang #actuallyplural #actuallymultiple #plural system #snowfall.txt #nicky.txt #chara.txt #tempo.txt #kyou.txt #alterisa.txt #kitten.txt #takashi.txt #systips #front soup.txt

[minustwofingers]

i need to tell you something

pairing: ellie williams x reader (no pronouns used for reader)

summary: you muster up the guts to confess to your best friend when she gets bit, but things go an unanticipated direction when she has a confession of her own

warnings: violence, ANGST!, swearing, painful yearning, ellie was low key maybe not the best gf to cat (???)

a/n: yeahhhh so i just wrote this rq. the poll is irrelevant now bc i'm posting this anyway. sorry that it's not enemies to lovers!! i thought best friends was calling for me to write it instead. physics tutor au may be more aligned w that kinda vibe. anyway enjoy x

wc: 1.9k

tags: (so sorry if i missed anyone, i'm being a little bad about adding tagged stuff but i promise exoplanet will have updated tags!)

@intrnetdoll @dazedshoon @lovecaraya @pctcr @sariyaflowr @loser-keiji @prettyplant0 @666findgod @sawaagyapong @rystarkov @buzzybuzzsposts @addisonnie @galacticstxrdust @parkersmyth @pinkazelma @ariianelle @lu002 @blairfox04 @sparkleswonderland @elliesflower​

It happened so fast. One moment, you and your best friend were goofing off and joking around as you checked one of the abandoned cottages in the outskirts of the woods. You were pretending not to notice the way that your shoulders brushed as you went through the doorway, pretending like you didn’t yearn for a touch from her that was for once intentional.

The next, you were lying on the ground next to the same best friend, swallowing back the scream in your throat as you stared at the fresh bite mark on her shoulder.

The air smelled of damp wood and blood, the decrepit sitting room of the cottage dark and sheltered from the sun outside.

It was sunny outside. The world was cruel like that. You’d never be able to see the sun again without thinking about losing Ellie.

You’d thought you’d checked everywhere. You were sure of it. But then when you were goofing off trying to raid the cabinets and steal some extra CDs that you two could watch together later, you heard Ellie’s shriek and a crash. 

It was the worst sound you’d ever heard in your life. Your vision went red as you saw the bedraggled, barely-human figure of a stalker crouch over her, digging its disgusting hands into her skin and snapping at her. You fired off 5 shots in succession, not stopping until it was limp. 

Even while you were dragging it off her, praying to any God that might’ve been up there that she hadn’t been bitten by that thing, you were still hoping that maybe you’d been quick enough. Maybe you’d been fast enough, smart enough, strong enough to save her. 

You knew it had been a pipe dream. You knew, but the sight of the blood pearling at her freckled skin in the shape of a mouth and her torn shirt still made you gasp in horror and drop to the floor next to her.

“No. No, no, no, no.” For some reason that was the only word you could bring yourself to say. 

She was panting, her chest rising and falling with exertion from the fight. 

Or maybe she was turning. It was a shoulder bite, after all. Those didn’t take long.

“I’m so, so, sorry.” Your hands found her face and cupped her jaw, letting your eyes meet hers. 

“Y/N, wait—”

“I should have seen it,” you continued, shaking your head. “This is my fault. I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me. You don’t deserve this. I’m not going to leave you.”

As you spoke, tears slid down your face, blurring your vision until Ellie looked fuzzy.

Her hands wrapped around yours, pulling them from her face and intertwining your fingers as she laid them in her lap. “No, Y/N, don’t—”

“I can’t go on without you,” you said between choked sobs. “I won’t do it.” 

The warm sun coming in through the window pane above you felt like a nasty joke. The golden light lit the back of Ellie’s head, reflecting off of her auburn hair like a halo. She’d never looked more beautiful. And she never would again. 

“I need to tell you some–”

“Wait,” you interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping her hands tighter. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you go in a minute. I just—I need to tell you something too, okay? Before…before…”

You hiccuped and tried to shrug your shoulder to your cheek to catch the waterfall of tears and snot on your face. 

“You’re freaking me out,” Ellie complained, resting her head against the wall and sending you a weak smile. 

Her casualness, her fearlessness, her overall Ellie-ness made you nearly crack again, but you had to keep it together. You had to get this out. She couldn’t leave without hearing this. 

“Listen,” you began, your voice wavering, “I, uh…I don’t know how to say this. I’m sorry if this isn’t something you want to hear. Oh, god, actually, this is really selfish of me. Nevermind.” 

Because it was. These were the last few moments of Ellie’s life, and you were making it all about you. She didn’t see you like that, that much was clear. You’d once thought otherwise—but that was before Cat, before you saw her smile the same way with her and let Cat kiss her in front of everyone whenever you saw them around your friends. 

So maybe it would be better if you just didn’t say anything. That way she wouldn’t look back on your memories together as creepy.

Ellie swallowed, then discreetly cast her gaze down to her right arm, just for a moment. “You can tell me anything, you know. You always could.”

The words brought a renewed wave of tears to your eyes, and you did your best to valiantly fight off the lump in your throat long enough to get the words out. 

You supposed that if she was asking for it, she deserved to know the truth. 

“Look, I—I really—” The words died in your throat.

Ellie was still and quiet, patiently waiting for you to finish and letting you hold her hands in a vice grip. She was always like that—so stoic and strong.

“I don’t know how to say this,” you repeated, turning your gaze back to your tangled fingers. “I don’t want to ruin the way you remember our friendship.”

“You couldn’t do that if you tried,” said Ellie, her lips pulling up. “I like you too much.” 

It was stuff like that that made you want to rip your hair out and scream into your pillow. 

I like you too much.

Just when you thought life couldn’t get any crueler, the purgatory of queer yearning always had a funny way of proving you wrong. 

“I don’t want to keep lying to you.” Your voice wavered as you looked anywhere but her face. “I’ll always see you as a friend. I know that’s what I am to you. And I promise I wasn’t, like, being gross about this when we hung out.” The past tense made your stomach churn. Hung out. You’d never get to spend time again with her after this. Speed it up, Y/N. You’re running on borrowed time. “That’s to say that I really do love being friends with you. I always have. It’s just that—” 

This had to be the most painful confession in the history of the world. Maybe you should just ask Ellie to bite you to put you out of your misery. 

“I’ve always wanted more with you,” you forced out. “Like—more than friends. Ever since I met you.”

Ellie was suspiciously quiet for so long that you began to worry that she was already turned. You dared to peek up at her through your lashes. 

She blinked twice in rapid succession upon meeting your eyes, her face otherwise void of emotion.

“I need to confess something too,” she said slowly, her voice significantly more even than you’d expect for someone preparing for their death.

If she was going to say that she felt the same way, you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over this. 

“I’m immune.”

Oh.

“What?”

Then she laughed at you—actually laughed at you, her eyes crinkling.

“I’m immune,” she repeated, her lips stretched into a wide smile. “I was trying to tell you—but god forbid you let me finish anything I want to say—”

You tried to snatch your hands away from where they were entwined with hers in her lap, but her fingers refused to let up. “How do you even know that?!” She had to be lying. 

“Because I’ve been bitten before,” she said. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth. “Twice, actually. And that was years ago. And look at it. It doesn’t look like other bites, right?”

You reluctantly gave it a closer look. True to her word, the tell-tale growths of the Cordyceps were nowhere to be seen, something unheard of for a bite so close to the head after a few minutes.

It was the real deal. She really wasn’t going to turn. 

You never knew it was possible to feel this mortified. 

“You’re such an asshole,” you snapped, finally succeeding in freeing your hands and pushing yourself away so you weren’t touching her. “You barely even tried to tell me. You let me embarrass myself.”

She shrugged, amusement still pulling at her mouth. “I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to hear what you had to say.”

“Well, that was very impolite of you.” You crossed your arms and looked away from her, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just forget I said anything, okay?” 

“Hey.”

There was a hand at your elbow, pulling you so you slid across the hardwood until your knees knocked together.

“Look at me,” said Ellie. Her voice was soft, almost gentle. You rarely ever heard her like this.

When you didn’t comply, the hand that wasn’t at your arm came to your chin, tilting it so she could see your face. 

Ellie was still smiling, but there was something else in her eyes—something that wasn’t just amusement, 

“It’s the same for me,” she said. Her skin was warm against yours. “Ever since I met you.”

Your heart stopped. “What? But what about Cat?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t think you saw me like that. I thought seeing other people would help.”

“And did it?”

Ellie winced. “Obviously not.”

“Poor Cat.” You weren’t sure how else to respond.

“Poor Cat,” Ellie agreed. 

Shyly, your hand came up to brush back the piece of hair that had escaped from her bun, letting your fingers rest on the back of her neck.

You’d never touched her there before. You’d never had an excuse to touch her intentionally. Doing so felt almost criminal, like you were breaking some sort of unspeakable barrier. 

But then she pulled you in and kissed you, and you forgot all about arbitrary rules and the now antiquated platonic label that defined you two.

It lasted for just a moment, her lips brushing against yours as you leaned into her, your fingers tangling into her hair. The gentle warmth of the sun hit your hand, and you twisted it so your forearm lay flat against her. 

It was a mistake. Ellie cried out, startling you as you wrenched away from her. There was something warm and wet on your arm—which, upon further investigation, was the blood from the bite you’d accidentally pressed into as you maneuvered your hand.

“Shit,” you said. You’d totally forgotten that she’d still been injured regardless of her immunity. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Ellie said, though you could tell she was hiding the pain. “Sorry. It didn’t hurt that much.” 

“Let’s go back,” you said, standing up as you held out a hand. “We’ll get that cleaned up.”

You’d been worried that kissing her would change things. Maybe she’d decide that she didn’t actually want you after all and that she didn’t even want to be friends. 

But once she’d grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together as you both walked down the road back to Jackson, you found that there was nothing to worry about. Not anymore. 

final a/n: im gonna be so real and say i love the premise of this but this was a littleeee bit of a flop in my book i didn't know how to end it but i hope you all enjoy this as a way to hold you over while i finish p5!

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams self insert #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine

[misc-obeyme]

Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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[elvestoneanzelote1]

A:n- it is yandere chuuya x fem! Reader! From the poll winner.

Sorry it took time hope you enjoy?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝗼𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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"Smile for me"

As everything seems to stop for a moment as you chuckle.

"Oh? Do you love my smile that much? Chuuya!" You said as he nod slightly embarrassed as the other members of Sheep were busy with something or another as Yuan quickly cling onto Chuuya disturbing the moment.

"Y/n-chan can you help us with this?" Said Akira as you nod and teleported the things where they wanted it to go.

Your ability was very useful as you can teleport anything and two people.

"Ma~ you are so reliable!" Said Akira as he sweatdropped and apologise for disturbing you which you denied while chuckling happily. You often wore a bright smile as talking to them.

You were 16 as Chuuya was 15.

You were more likely the member that helps around and doesn't fight most likely escaper eventually.

The drawback is.. You.. Cannot teleport yourself too far like you teleport to them.

Teleportating yourself can't be far.. More like 2meter to 5meter and if long range attack it.. Won't be good for you so.. You don't fight eventually.

Chuuya comes to you whenever he got hurt or something as you bring First aid with you and tend his wound.

You often wore a smile and thank him for the hardworks.. Unlike, the team.. The organization you don't.. Over exaggerate it like Chuuya been the reason for your all survival or sort.. True he is strong and protect you all but... One day you knew he may leave as strong people often doesn't stay long with the weaks.

And it's better that way.. of not been attached or sort.

You kept the equal distance to him like.. all the other.

Maybe, that's the reason why he prefer your company over all.

You treated him more like common person.. then the others who think so highly of him.

They depend on him yet, you don't.

You don't try to get to his good side or sort instead you are good to everyone else.

You often smile and help around.

You don't fight, nor you try to side with others when he was known to be a traitor when he forced joined the port Mafia.

Instead, you didn't even say a bad word to him and wish him good luck on his further journeys.

Even Dazai was shock when you spoke to him, with such warm.

(Like a big mother of the team or sort)

Anyways, he thought he will never see you again.. Well he try to stay far from you.

But when he got the news that you left the sheep and was a normal civilian he became curious.

He was curious as how you were..

He just want to repay your kindness nothing more.

Bit by bits he slowly started to come around often in your house alarming you.

And you sometime sense him stalking you so the best was teleporting away.

It annoy him because he can't find you that quickly when you teleport away.

He notices you with people he doesn't know and perhaps doesn't want then close to you.

After all, you were to bubbly and kind to all.

"Your... Here.." You said as you eventually took notice of the certain ginger hair male as he sat on the couch.

"Yeah, Was I not allowed to?" He knows you will deny as you rarely get angry which was true, you let him stay and didn't have the heart to shooed him away

"Are you planing on staying till... Dinner?"

"Can I?"

"O-of course! It-its been a while" you said smiling as his eyes narrowed a bit by your nervousness.

He wonders why you are that nervous for.

As time went by he left thankfully for your sake.

Day by day his stays were slightly less making you wonder why? As his company wasn't that bad for you.

Oh, perhaps he have work to as he is still in mafia.

Days turn to weeks as Chuuya still stalk you nowadays you can't sense him.. More likely, you don't care about your surrounding.

Your mood was off, a deep frown always present on your lips, as you work in a shop and often get scolded for the other working In availability.

Chuuya stare and frown as he hiddenly listen to those scolding.

Your smile started to flatter more and more.

The owner of the shop more likely the general store(which was very much big shop Ina way) started to aim you more.

Taking your kind nature for granted.

Oh, how He wanted to Squeeze the life of the owner to end your missery.

Week after week, you quit your job as now you are wandering around trying to find another with another bright smile trying your best not to look.. Disappointed or sort.

Chuuya knows something was wrong your.. Smile was more and more.. Down as if your just reassuring yourself.

"Wasn't that women, from the sheep.. Your ex-friend?" Said The brunette who was eating in the car as Chuuya peek out to see and nod.

"Yeah that's her"

"Is she planing on dying? Maybe, I should go after her."

"What do you mean?" Muttered Chuuya as Dazai nod and point your obvious personality.

"Sooner or later.. She is going to give up."

"She won't"

"Her smile and everything is change.. Chuuya-chan! "

"....."

"We can help her you know"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... She is strong willed and her teleporting is inconvenient.. But she can't teleport away if.. She doesn't know the place."

"And..."

"So to kidnapped her I have to keep on using my ability to stop her from teleporting while you try to make her faint."

"....is that the last option?"

"Well.. Are you ready to watch her dead funeral in future?"

"....." Chuuya slowly nod in agreement despite telling Dazai not to touch you or sort making Dazai pout saying why can't he.

Yet, agreed to do so.

After all.. Its for your sake.

For your sake to save..

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When the lights around you came to light you frown staring at the two male.

"I will be off, Try talking to her" said Dazai who left leaving you and Chuuya.

You were frowning.. As your eyes squint in question.

"Why?"

"...It was the only valid option"

"What do you mean?"

"You were so upset and.. All you barely smile and.. I just want to reassure you I'm here for you"

"Okay.. I know you are there for me but.. Why kidnap me?"

"..."

"Chuuya?"

"Because I don't want to see you.. Die.."

".....what do you mean..?" You frown as he mention about your obviously been depressed.

As you try to reassure him.

"Then smile".

"Huh?"

"Smile for me"

"I can't"

"Why not? Didn't you say you will if I want to see you smile.. Then smile for me... Y/n.."

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A:n- good day/night to you all!

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[darkphoenix07]

San and Wooyoung fill your desire

Masterlist

Series poll

Mental Health Request

Paring : San x Reader x Wooyoung

Genre : Smut

Song : Meddle about by Chase Atlantic

Warning ⚠️ : This one shot contains threesome. Unprotected, overstimulation, degradation, cursing, gagging, spanking, praising.

8.45 p.m.

"You are not doing this correctly," San takes the homework you were doing with him from your hand and starts doing it by himself.

You are very bad in Math. It's like your brain doesn't work when you start doing any Math. San was helping you and Wooyoung solving some Math problems but looks like he is about to lose his mind over you two.

"Come on, let's watch something or play something. I'm sick of it," Wooyoung says plopping on the matters of the living room.

San looks so annoyed as he kicks Wooyoung's legs, "You better hurry. Our final exam is this close."

"You two study, I am going to take a nap. Bye, bye," Wooyoung says closing his eyes.

You are annoyed with San being this much strict too. But you don't want to show him how easily you give up. Instead you want him to give up on Math.

As he is leaning his back on the sofa, wiggling his toe while the notebook is on his thighs, you slowly lean towards him staring at him. He is explaining how the Math is done and you are thinking about ruining all his effort as you hand is traveling from his arm to her neck.

You have been with both of the boys but you can't help wondering how will it go when both of them will fill your desire. So much attention only on you and your skin.

"What are you doing?" He asks you as you hand stops on his neck.

"You smell so good tonight," you tell him pressing yourself a little more against him.

"Wooyoung is here, you know," he tells you as he looks at you forgetting about the Math.

You smile keeping your head on his shoulder, looking at Wooyoung, "He knows about us and you know about him too. So is there any problem?"

"What are you planning?" He is whispering all these because Wooyoung looks like he is in deep sleep right now.

You look at San licking your bottom lip, "What do you think I am planning to do?"

He smirks pulling you on to his lap, "You are a cunning girl."

"I know that, right?" You tell him before pulling him for a kiss on his lips. It has been long since you've had him like this. You wrap your hands around his neck as your lips move rhythmically and you slowly grind your hips on him.

Not for the people under 18 🔞

You want to give him the best show so you force your tongue in his mouth and he takes you in while his hands slides down on your hip driving them on him.

You moan feeling the bulge beneath you, you press yourself more to grow him restless. You know how it works on him like crazy. Just like you wanted, he starts squeezing your butt cheeks. His mouth falling all over your neck while your hands roaming around his hair.

"What is happening without me?" You chuckle hearing Wooyoung on edge of the mattress. You are glad you guys bought a big mattress. It was for movie night and study purpose but now it is helping in more important things.

He crawls towards you two, "You guys should have woken me up if you are having a good show."

"Good thing we haven't even started yet," San says staring at you.

"Y/n, are you being a good girl to Sannie or should I help you?" Wooyoung says sitting on his knees kissing on the back of your neck.

"I guess you should have your hands," you tell him making him smile.

You move your head towards Wooyoung to kiss his lips while he touches your chin to deepen the kiss. On the other hand, San starts leaving marks on your neck, your collarbone. Having two people giving you pleasure together is making your head feel a little light because it feels so good, so much better than having one person for you.

"I love these lips," Wooyoung praises you while San helps you get undressed. Wooyoung hasn't left your lips yet while San has started to lick you chest leaving soft kisses on it. You wrap your right hand around Wooyoung while your left hand is on San's hair making ways for him to kiss you more.

"Lay down," San orders you and you obey as you get down from him and lay on the mattress. As you fold your knees, Wooyoung pulls your skirt and panty together while San undresses himself watching Wooyoung devouring you with his eyes.

Wooyoung bends over you from your right side to taking your breasts in his hands as he rubs them with his thumbs making you whimper. You grip the sheets of your mattress to contain yourself but you lose the game when San spreads your legs and starts kissing your inner thigh. He is so good at it because he moves lips up and down knowing it well how you like that.

"San, does her pussy look Iike she will be a good girl?" Wooyoung asks taking one of your nipples in his mouth as he smiles before sucking it. He takes it in-between his teeth, takes it in his mouth again leaving his saliva all over your breast not leaving the other one alone.

"She is dripping perfectly," San says licking the white cream touching your inner thigh.

Even you didn't notice when you start dripping all over yourself.

"Please San!" You moan wanting to feel San's mouth on your cunt. But he doesn't go there.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Your cunt will be served when you'll start serving my cock. Not so soon," Wooyoung tells you as he crawls in front of your head.

You finally see San staring at you while touching you everywhere but not the place you want the most.

"I'll be your good girl. Please," you beg once again but nothing works out. They are teasing you and surprisingly you love how they are doing it.

"Come on, Wooyoung. We shouldn't make her wait any longer," San says still gazing at you as he licks your pelvis area.

"Open your mouth for me, baby. Remember, I won't be gentle at all," Wooyoung says as a warning before pushing his cock inside your mouth ruthlessly. As he starts pounding inside your mouth slowly, San's tongue finds our clitoris licking it and sucking it off.

Your hands are now on San's head pushing him harder while your mouth is adjusting Wooyoung's length. With every thrust in your mouth, Wooyoung is pushing himself further. Your eyes have already gotten teary as you have started choking on his cock. The precum leaving your mouth, the slurping sound as you try to hold him in moving your mouth, San bobbing his hand as his tongue is working like the best vibrator ever.

You take Wooyoung deeper becoming a gagging mess as he comes in your mouth, "Don't you dare waste a single drop. Have all of it like a good girl."

You say as San tells you to do and Wooyoung keeps looking at you proudly as you gulp every drop of the saltines of his orgasm.

Wooyoung leaves your mouth and kisses you again tasting his own cum. You can't focus on Wooyoung right now because San's tongue is now inside your hole. He is thrusting like madman and the orgasm is building like you've wanted to. As Wooyoung stops kissing you, you feel yourself coming inside San's mouth. He sucks off all of it before licking your pussy again.

It's ironic how naked all of your are and you can't be more excited about it.

"Will you take my cock now, princess?" San asks you coming over, kissing your neck softly while Wooyoung keeps kissing your abdomen. The way they are treating you, it's giving you butterflies.

"Yes," you answer him and suddenly feel Wooyoung's finger on your already swollen pussy. He is rubbing it softly kissing your abdomen, bruising you.

"On your hands and knees," Wooyoung commands you this time and San leaves you giving a peck on your cheek.

You place your palm on the mattress and feel Wooyoung's burning eyes on your hip.

"Do you need a safe word?" San asks you and you nod.

"Say buttercup and we will stop," Wooyoung tells you before placing his long fingers on your hip. You think you squirm just by his slight touch or because you know what is coming next.

You look to see San sitting on his knees massaging his tip, "Are you ready?"

You nod but he touches you chin, "Words princess. You need to use words."

"Yes, San. I am ready," you tell him and he squeezes your face in his hands. As your mouth parts, he slowly pushes his cock inside. You are to busy taking San in that you forget about Wooyoung spanking you twice while eating you out.

All of the feelings together attacking your body. You don't know how are you holding yourself on your palms.

"Yes, princess. You are perfect," you chuckle staring at San admiring your cum filled face. But he grabs your hair pulling them over, "Pace up, princess. I need more of it."

San's length keeps making wet noises as he pushes himself in your throat and he shakes you head while you growl.

"Yes, take it like my princess," he tells you and finally sets your mouth free.

"Can you take me again while Wooyoung fucks you from your back?" San asks you and you nod.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, please. I want to have you," you tell him feeling more joy as he pushes himself again. This time he helps you bobbing your head up and down as your teeth grazes his length. Sometimes you move your tongue on his tip, sometimes he deepthroats you.

"Y/n, I am starting. You remember your safe word, right?" Wooyoung asks you and San let's you talk, "Yes, I am."

You are just answering them because you don't understand what else you can do. You are overstimulated by so much pleasure that you can't even talk.

Your eyes starts getting big as Wooyoung pushes himself inside of you slowly but painfully. You haven't had sex for a long time, now that he has started to thrust inside you, you feel like something is tearing you apart. It's heavenly and also hurting like hell.

"Focus princess," San tells you as your eyes roll back in your head.

You mouth filled with San's cock, you pussy filled with Wooyoung's. A piece of euphoria washes over you as you smile giving your best to San taking his praise more and more.

Wooyoung spanks you again, "Do you like that, sweetheart?"

You can only nod because your body is responding enough.

When you feel Wooyoung filling you deep, you fall on your elbows. San leaves your mouth letting you take some deep breaths.

"Isn't she lovely?" San asks caressing your back.

"She is the prettiest ever," Wooyoung says leaving soft kisses on your back.

"Come on, lay on your back. Rest up before you can take San," Wooyoung tells you and you lay on your back spreading your legs. The cold breeze calming your burning pussy a little bit while the boys keep kissing your mouth, your breasts, your pelvis.

San sits in front of you, taking your legs on his shoulder, "I'll be good, don't worry."

Mostly you love how they are taking care of you, thinking about your pleasure. You think you can't get any more grateful.

As San inserts inside you, he keeps your legs closed pumping inside you slowly.

"Faster!!! I can take it so please!!!" You whimper and San does as you say. He was afraid that he might hurt you but your body wants more of him, this pace is not enough.

"You really like it rough, don't you?" Wooyoung asks you touching your lips with his thumb. He places his thumb inside your mouth and you start sucking it off while San keeps pumping inside of you again and again.

You come before he can and it makes you squeeze him from inside more, "God, she feels so good."

You squirm under Wooyoung hearing San praising you. Wooyoung is now playing with your nipples again while he is kissing all over you. You grab Wooyoung's hand when you feel San coming inside of you. It feels amazing when he fills you up wholely before gently kissing your pussy.

Wooyoung watches San kissing your pussy and looks at you smirking, "Do you think you can go for another round?"

"Anything for my boys," you say earning a kiss from him giving them the ticket to send you to heaven once again forgetting about the stupid maths.

First time writing threesome 🤭

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[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- I Didn’t Know

Last night I started to get these funny aches and pains in my stomach. Putting it down to my monthly arriving I ignored them after getting myself a hot water bottle and went to sleep. However I woke up about 3am in the worst pain I've ever experienced. These period pains are truly something else. Groaning I get out of bed and make my way done to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea hoping to ease the pain.

7am rolls around and I'm in agony. Aunt Polly and Tommy are now up and wondering what to do. Polly has tried everything she can think of to help with the pains, but nothing is working and the pains are just getting worse

"That's it's I'm ringing a doctor. This isn't normal"

"Yeah ok" Polly breathes out giving in, also so confused to why my pains are so bad this month. Tears are falling down my face

"Aunt Poll an I dying?" I ask

"No. Tommys going to ring the best doctor he can to come over and give you a check up"

"Poll I'm scared"

"I know, but you don't need to be, everything's going to be ok"

Within 30 minutes a doctor has arrived and had been checking me over

"Ok there's one last thing I want to check" he says taking our stethoscope

"You've already listed to her heartbeat" Tommy frowns in confusion, but the doctor proceeds to place his stethoscope on my stomach

"Aunt Poll what's he.."

"Shh" the doctor says as he listens "unbelievable. This is so rare. I've never seen this happen before"

"What? Am I dying?"

"No, your in active labour"

"I'm what?"

"She's what?" Aunt Polly, Tommy and I say all at the same time

"You had no idea you were pregnant?" The doctor asked

"I.. no. I had my monthly every month on time"

"Have you wet yourself yet?"

"Pardon?"

"He's asking if your waters have broken, but you will have wet yourself since you wouldn't have had any warning of it happening"

"No"

"Well then I think we should get you up on your feet and walking about. That should help"

"Who did this?" Tommy asks

"What?"

"Who got you pregnant. I'll fucking kill em"

"No you will not. Unless that is you were forced"

"No he was sweet, promise"

"Who..."

"Tommy let's do this later yeah? Go and ring the others let them know whats going on"

After walking around the house and my waters breaking, I was checked over and now it's time to push. Polly holds my hand while the doctor is at the other end. My brothers are all at the pup trying to figure out who the father is

"Ok next wave I need you to push"

"I can't"

"Yes you can. You can do this YN"

"I'm not ready to be a mum"

"Nobody ever is, but you heard the doctor when you feel that wave of pain you push as hard as you can" the wave of pain hits me and I push like Polly said

"Ok good. I need another big one like that ok?" the doctor says earning a nod from me. This goes on for a while until Im finally holding my baby I'm my arms. A little boy

"It's Isaiah's isn't it?" Polly sighs. I nod my head. We had been secretly courting each other for the last year now

"Toms gonna kill 'im Poll" I say worriedly

"No he's not”

Everyone's going to hate me now. Im an unmarried woman with a baby. People are racist Poll they're going to hate us all"

"Who cares what people think. I'm going to find Isaiah and bring him here to meet his son and I'm going to stop your brothers from drinking themselves silly"

Isaiah came over to meet his son, while Polly does damage control with my brothers. When they come over they are a lot calmer that I expect them to be. I guess Aunt Polly can me very scary when she wants to be

"So what's little lads name?" Arthur asks through gritted teeth

"Walter Shelby Jesus" I smile looking down at the newborn

"I'll ask Esme where the kids old clothes are"

"Thanks John" I give him a little smile

"So when's the wedding?" Tommy asks

"Tommy not now" Polly scolds shaking her head "let them be for now. Right come on let's leave them alone"

"That's how they go into this mess" Arthur mumbles

"Out now. Come on" Polly usurers everyone out of the room leaving Isaiah and I to fall in love with our baby.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #Finn Shelby #sister shelby #shelby sister

[sunghoonsslut]

H&H (Teaser) 18+

Pairing: Heeseung x Innocent Reader (AFAB)

Wc (teaser): 691

Final WC: sitting at 7k rn with barely any smut so 😅 expecting 15kish

Warnings (teaser): SMUT 18+ MDNI (no smut in this teaser but in the full fic), Religious themes/Religious Guilt (please don’t read if any of that that makes you uncomfortable), corruption kink, more when the fic is actually fully posted

Posting: End of June/Beginning of July probably (subject to change)

Taglist: I don't think I'll be doing a taglist unless a lot of people are interested

This fic won the poll so here’s a little treat 🤭

Dragging his Feet Heeseung makes his way down the hall at a slow pace reading over one of the group chats he was in, Jay and sunghoon on either side of him as the group walks talking, Sunghoon fighting off the lingering hangover effects. “I told you not to drink so much,” Jay reminds his friend who groans waving him off with a head shake, tinted glasses resting on his face to avoid the fluorescent lights enhancing his headache.

 “I would have just skipped this lesson but apparently it’s ‘Incredibly vital for the core of the entire class premise,’” Sunghoon quotes with a grimace massaging at his temples to quell the pounding. “So next time you should actually listen to me instead of taking another shot,” Jay takes it as a moment of triumph with a smile earning an eye roll from the younger. 

Heeseung can’t help but laugh raising his head from his phone and adjusting his bag eyes scanning the hall, perking up in an instant, the moment he spots you, you’re not exactly hard to miss in the crowd of people, standing out like a sore thumb, dressed in complete coverage even with the heat that continues on into the early months of the semester.

“Hey I’ll catch you guys later,” He pats his friend on the shoulder leaving Jay mid-rant over how his finance professor is an ass, Sunghoon watches the way his friend moves his way through the body of other students weaving his way over towards you. “If I had to guess that’s the Quote on Quote ‘Religious Nut’ He was telling us about,” Jay’s eyes follow over to where Hee slips next to you casually.

“Yeah, I think you’re right on that one,” Sunghoon hums watching Heeseung walk away in the complete opposite direction of his class. “Must be down bad,” Jay mumbles before continuing where he left off about his teacher.

“Hey, you should come to this party we’re having,” Heeseung throws his arm over your shoulder walking with you almost too naturally as you look over at him on your side. Casually directing you in the direction he’s walking, attention shifting from getting to this next class towards him.

 Caught off guard you give him that usual surprised wide-eyed look before answering “Oh is it someone’s birthday party?” You ask with a smile lighting up at the idea as he pats you on the head lightly.

Innocent, is what comes to mind chuckling a little “Nope it’s just for fun, it’s what we do around here,” 

“Oh I see, I don’t know I think I have a paper to work on,” you explain thinking of the mountain of work you needed to finish, and a big quiz you desperately needed to study for.

Heeseung stops halting your movements at the same rate unprepared. You have to grip onto his waist to stop yourself from catapulting forward “Aw come on, at least show up for me, I swear we’ll have a fun time,” he promises bottom lip pressed outwards into a pout.

“These are the experiences that make College memorable, give you a taste of that freedom you’ve been craving,” he reminds you of one of the earlier conversations you had, that longing for normalcy and to do something you never imagined.

You hesitate remembering all the warnings, the stories, everything that screamed run “Okay then,” you say as if on autopilot caving to the way Heeseung asks watching the smile overtake his face satisfied it didn’t take much more convincing.

“Perfect! And Have Mae dress you up, she knows exactly what to wear to these events,” Heeseung explains, taking in your appearance the long skirt you have on practically touching the floor, your ankles not even visible matched with a long-sleeved blouse that reminded him of something he once saw in his grandma’s closet.

“I’ll text you and Mae the details later, now get to class safe,” He lets you go running off to whatever class he had, leaving you dizzily to finger out how far you had walked past your class thanks to Heeseung’s distracting, having to backtrack down the hall.

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A/N: This is just one of the scenes I will say Heeseung will be pretty Mean/Manipulative in the final thing with a couple soft moments but overall meanish so be warned of that when the full thing does get posted <3

#enhypen smut #enha smut #heeseung smut #in the drafts

[pathetic-gamer]

regarding that "driving toxic trait poll," I need to make sure yall understand something:

Texting while driving is not cute.

Texting while driving is bad.

Texting while driving is deadly.

not using your turn signal, tailgating, speeding, etc. are all hazardous habits and you really ought to break them before you break yourself, but pls for the love of all that you hold dear,

don't!! use your phone!! while you're driving!!!!!!!

Get your music set up, your GPS on, that Very Important Text sent before you start to drive. If you're worried about people thinking you're ignoring them or that something is wrong because you stopped answering mid-conversation, all you have to do is say something like "about to start driving, give me X minutes."

Emergency? Absolutely must communicate? pull the fuck over. Don't operate an enormous death machine if you can't even keep your goddamn eyes above the dashboard. Fucking hell, yall.

#safety #personal safety #☕️🥧 #oh wow another psa from me who could have seen that coming

[whiskey-bumblebee]

tell me I'm bad (2/3)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader (implied to be at an early stage of their relationship)

Word Count: 1580

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, PIV sex (right at the beginning, the rest of it is NSFW but only in theory), degradation kink, watching porn together, mentions of mouth-spitting, choking, slapping

A/N: this was the second-most-voted-for option from the poll a long time ago! enjoy <3 The smut starts right under the cut, so beware! Also this is super OOC for hotch but I couldn't help it because I loved the idea 💗

"Tell me I'm bad," You say breathily as Aaron rocks his hips into yours.

He doesn't hear you at first, too wrapped up in his senses: the sound of his heavy breathing, the slip of sweat which coats his forehead and the back of his neck, the smell of sex. Most importantly, he's caught up in chasing his own release; the tempo he likes, pulling out almost all of the way before pushing slowly back in, thrusting shallowly a few times, pulling out again. It's a rhythm that works well for him, but rarely gets you off because it's inconsistent.

"Aaron," You whine, and that gets his attention. He knows you probably won't come like this, and he plans on spending some quality time between your thighs to make up for it.

He plants little kisses all over your face and neck, ever tender.

"What is it, honey?"

"I want you to call me names," You breathe. "Tell me I'm bad."

His brow furrows at that, and his pace falters. "You're not bad honey, you're perfect. Letting me use you like this," He groans softly as he pulls out.

"No," You say, grabbing his shoulder. "Fuck me like you mean it, and tell me I'm a whore."

"I don't think I want to call you a whore, baby," He frowns, sitting beside you on the bed. He tucks the covers around you, knowing you tend to lose body heat quickly when he's no longer on top of you.

"Are you okay?" He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Did someone say something to you? Did something happen at work?"

You shake your head. "I guess we haven't really talked about it. I like... The technical term is degradation. I'd like it if you called me names, or told me that I'm being bad."

"But you're so good to me, honey," He says quietly. "Every day, I'm glad I met you."

You smile at him, running a hand through his hair. "I know, that's how it works. I know that you love me, and you respect me, but sometimes it's hot to be dirty."

"What kind of names would you want me to call you?"

"You could tell me that I'm being a good little whore," You feel yourself grow shy, hearing yourself say it out loud. "Haven't you ever seen it in porn?"

He blushes, and nods, but you can tell he's hesitating.

"Why don't we watch some together, and I can tell you what I like?"

"You want to... watch that? With me?"

You nod. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

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An hour later, after a trip to your nearest adult store, you and Aaron have a collection of XXX DVDs in a black plastic bag. He'd picked the ones that looked the most interesting to him, and you'd picked some that looked good to you. This way you could get to know each other's... interests. He was still achingly hard, and you could tell the trip to a sex store hadn't helped.

You sit down on his couch with a smile, ready to look through the things he'd picked.

"I only picked two," He says, opening the bag.

"Me too," You reply. "I don't think they had a very wide collection."

Aaron picks a DVD at random and walks over to the DVD player by his TV. "You might need to change the input," He calls out as he kneels beside the TV.

"Okay, is it HDMI two?"

"I think so," He replies, blowing on the disk gently to clear it of dust before putting it into the disk drive.

You click onto HDMI two and lean back on the couch, satisfied, as you see the loading screen.

"Which one is this?"

He turns over the case. "A Sexy Night in the Playboy Mansion."

You couldn't hold back a laugh at his austere baritone reading such an illicit title. He looks over at you and smiles, shaking his head as he lets out a chuckle himself.

"One of mine," He clarifies.

"Interesting," You muse. "What do you like about this one?"

"If you look under the creaky floorboard in my bedroom, you might find one or two Playboy magazines," He smiles. "They're nostalgic. I like the classics."

Aaron settles beside you, and you manage to watch the first five minutes before your nose crinkles in distaste.

"What?" He asks, already rushing to turn it off.

"I don't find that guy attractive at all," You reply.

"Hefner? I don't think he's meant to be attractive."

You stick out your tongue playfully. "I guess he's not meant to be the centre of attention."

"Alright, how about one of the ones you picked?"

You point at the one with the green case.

"Naughty Schoolgirls Get a D?"

You laugh. "Yeah."

"Wait," Hotch says quickly, and disappears into the bedroom for a moment. When he comes back with a notepad and pencil, you think he's joking.

"Ha ha," You say, gesturing at his notepad.

"I'm serious," He replies, looking over at you. He's smiling, but you can tell he's being earnest. He wants to get this right.

He passes you a Playboy magazine with a pink cover. "In case you were curious."

"I am," You reply eagerly, flicking through the pages. It's less horny than you'd imagined, mostly interviews, rather than page after page of breasts and butts.

"She's pretty," You comment, pointing out one of the models.

He hums in agreement. "She was the February 2001 playmate, Lauren. Probably my favourite."

"So you like brunettes?"

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. "You're my type. And yes, I like brunettes."

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. The room fills with pornographic moans.

"You take my cock like you're made for it," The male actor moans. "Such a good whore for me."

Aaron raises an eyebrow at you, and you nod. "Yes to both."

The actor playing the teacher draws an 'A' on the paper he's grading, which appears to be something like first grade math. You laugh a little.

"But you," The teacher turns his attention to another student character, who's lying on the desk and pleasuring herself. "You're just a needy little slut. Without your tits, you'd be worthless."

You shake your head. "Needy is fine. I don't like slut, or worthless."

Aaron takes notes, and when you glance over, you see he's making a checklist of different insults and names. Some of them have a check mark, others have a thick cross, or a line through the word itself.

"Do you like the way he's choking her?"

"Are you profiling me?"

Aaron doesn't nod or shake his head, you can tell he's not sure if he's in trouble or not. You cut him loose by answering, rather than drawing more attention to the way that he'd been monitoring your reactions.

"I like being choked. You could also spit in my mouth, or slap me."

His expression sours. "I don't think I could hit you. You're so precious to me, I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Even if it hurts so good?"

You saw him brighten a little at that. "Even if it hurts so good. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself even if I knew you were asking me to do it."

"I kind of like objectification too. Telling me that I'm your cocksleeve, your toy, things like that."

He noted that down too, then turned his attention back to the TV.

"Repetition? If I said 'you're so dirty' and made you say it back to me?"

You nod enthusiastically, looking over at him with wide eyes.

"Say it, then," He commands, and all of your resistance melts.

"I'm so dirty."

"For who?"

"For you."

"For me, what?"

"For you, sir?"

"Good girl."

He pats his lap. "Come sit closer."

You unzip his jeans, tugging them down slightly, and slip off the pants and underwear you're wearing.

"What do you think you're-"

You press your hot core against his covered cock, and he lets out a long, deep sigh.

"Just like that," He breathes.

"I'm sorry you didn't come earlier," You murmur. "Let me make it up to you?"

He nods, kissing your neck. "You know you don't owe me anything, but I've been dying to fuck you."

You guide his hands to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them with his calloused hands. The visual of his skin against yours is enough to make you moan and drive your hips into his, grinding against him.

His breath catches in his throat, and he pinches your nipples in return.

"Are you going to ride me like I'm paying you?" He whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

You whine and grind harder, rubbing your clit along his rock-hard length.

"That wasn't an answer, angel. I said are you going to ride me-" He paused to thrust his hips against yours, and the harsh movement left stars behind your eyes. "Like I'm paying you?"

"Yes, sir," You breathe. "I want to ride you."

"That's a good little cocksleeve," He breathed. "Now stop teasing me, I want to feel what your cunt feels like when it's full of my cock."

You gasp at his brazenness, looking deeply into his eyes. You can tell he's a little nervous, trying to make sure he's saying things you like. There's love somewhere in his irises, and he smiles at you as you lean in to kiss him.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #criminal minds #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner/reader #hotch smut #my writing #fanfic #reader insert