#y!tm

[paper-lilypie]

pov gregory

#fnaf #post fire au #sun x reader #moon x reader #daycare attendant veteran in Restraint and newbie y/n recently exposed to Gregory radiation about to mcfucking lose it(tm) GO #gregory is the true trial of Love between these three fr #if they can overcome Gregory together they can overcome anything #art: copper cogs rusted through #fanart

[muzzlemouths]

[CW: Death/implication of death]

The clock reads a quarter to midnight when Sun powers on. Too early. He isn’t meant to come online for another six hours, and the daycare itself won’t open for another hour after that. He promptly runs a scan to determine the reasoning behind his premature entrance and when it returns inconclusive he turns to Moon. It is his metaphorical toes he is stepping on by encroaching on the night as he is, after all.

It’s quiet. The kind of quiet that settles like dust. A quiet that makes one aware of the breath that stirs within their lungs or, in Sun’s case, the gentle whir of an internal fan that perpetually keeps his system from running itself into the ground. A quiet so frequently interrupted by the welcomed voice of his other half…and yet, nothing. His question goes unanswered, left to gather with the dust, and he is forced to proceed as though these strange happenings haven’t disrupted his entire morning routine.

A routine further disturbed upon having to remind himself for the second time already that it isn’t morning, he isn’t meant to be going through the start-up procedure to begin with, and he can’t be blamed for the corrupted sense of awareness he feels as a result. Sure, the lights are on, and his systems, too, return with normal results after a precautionary scan, but there is a discomfort to all of this scratching at the inner plating of his frame. Something is wrong wrong wrong.

“…Moon?”

His second attempt at communication yields no better results than the first, only a vague static answering the call, murmur-soft background noise, as though someone had plucked a phone from its receiver and then walked away. Frustrating is what it was. To ignore him was childish at best, but at worst, it was concerning. His relationship with Moon was reasonably amicable even on the longest of days, he worked better with Moon than without, so the absence was unusual as much as it was alarming.

Alone with his thoughts for the foreseeable future, Sun decides there is little point to sitting around in the midst of this confusion when he could be using the time to busy himself with more important tasks, such as tidying up all the apparent dust around here. Better yet, he can get a head-start in preparation for that day’s activities. Something to keep his mind from wandering into worrywart territory, at the very least.

An ache stemming at the tail of his exoskeleton twinges with particularly horrendous vengeance upon finally convincing his legs to move. He buries the vocalization of a wince and carries on across the carpeted room with little more than a brief mental note to mention the pain to a mechanic if it worsens by tomorrow. No use in wasting company time for what he’s sure is only the result of one or both of them landing wrong after receiving a hug from one of the daycare’s more excitable children (or several).

Still, it makes the process of retrieving a stray toy from the floor that much harder when he sees it lying in wait by the slide. If anything, bending down to reclaim the doll only exacerbates the ache until it grows into a proper sting, now difficult to ignore. Yet ignore it he does, to the best of his ability. There are things to do and he isn’t about to let a pinch of soreness slow him down now. No, sirree! He has play equipment to wipe down, craft supplies to ready, and–

and…

His hand stops just short of reaching the doll, long yellow fingers curling inward, against his palm which is painted with splotches of salt and pepper, as though a bottle of dully colored glitter glue had exploded across his fingers and hand. He straightens again and lifts his other hand, noting a similar stretch of television static, one that carries beyond his wrist up the length of his forearm in smeared blotches and specks like splattered paint in dirty snow hues.

Messy messy messy. What could Moon have gotten up to that resulted in such a mess? He’d have made a face, had he a nose to wrinkle in the first place.

Instead he allows for one small tut of disgust to escape his voice box before turning his attention back to the doll, taking note of the static that stains the carpet beside its head, and just beyond it, too; a trail made up of one scattered drop after another.

Ever curious, he knows not what to do besides follow it, hoping for an answer to the many questions burning through his system. Each continuous speck leads him in the direction of the exit, every patch of static more plentiful than the last, and as he allows the strange color to guide him forward he begins to question not only its existence, but why it all seems so familiar, as though he’s seen it somewhere before.

There is little time to mull it over. He arrives at the service desk where the trail ends abruptly, and Sun pauses with the toe of his slippers stood just an inch before a stray, black shoe that might have sent him stumbling face first into carpet had he not already been looking down. A shoe isn’t the most bizarre thing to lose in a daycare of all places, and he decides right away that it isn’t anything to worry over, just another item to drop into lost and found, but where there is a shoe there is bound to be someone missing it and, well…

Sun finds the answer he’s looking for just a few inches behind the service desk.

Face down and tucked in on themselves as they are, cloaked in the desk’s shadow, it’s impossible to tell anything about the person beyond their age, and even that is somewhat uncertain — though the size 9 shoe left behind offers a decent clue. This discovery does wonders to quell the anxiety in Sun’s chest. An adult was much easier to escort from the daycare, given the lack of parental contribution it necessitated, and it looked like this one was just sleeping! An odd place to go about it, sure — against the rules, most certainly — but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a purposeful tap to the ankle.

So, that’s exactly what he does. Bending dramatically at the knee, head swiveling to one side, Sun’s fingers dance as though he intends on tickling the trespasser awake before extending his index finger and tapping twice in quick succession against the exposed skin between their pant leg and sock. “Rise and shine, friend!” He chirps, “It’s time to head home now.”

He’d have preferred the tried-and-true method of rousing someone (that is, a gentle rock of the shoulders), but given that their guest was currently resting in the one area that Sun was not permitted entry to, he was forced to resort to more…creative measures. Unfortunately, this action does not yield the results he is hoping for.

“Friend?” Sun calls again, allowing his voice to raise a decibel from the polite mumble it had been before. The laughter that cuts from his voicebox is nervous and too loud on its own, his anxiety returning tenfold. The points of logic he had used to reassure himself before were now quickly dwindling with each passing second in which he received no response.

With his steps now admittedly growing frantic, Sun tiptoes around the desk to the other side, hoping for a better view of their comatose companion. What happens instead is an almost comical flailing of limbs as his slipper takes to an unseen puddle of static like it were a banana peel, resulting in a scramble to keep himself upright that only comes to an end when he braces against the nearest wall for support. The distraction is agitating, but short lived. A commotion like that would surely have awoken anyone, no matter how deep in slumber they were, and the continued lack of response does nothing to relieve Sun of the stress threatening to fry his circuits.

“Friend, this is n-no time for jokes!” He asserts, speaking at full volume, now, every word drenched in tense frustration. His gaze falls to the puddle of static soaking into the bottoms of his slippers, that twinge of recognition rearing its head once more. “I’m not in the mood for games, right now, so if you’re only pretending to sleep—” his hand comes away from the wall feeling wrong, the familiar sensation of sticky static blanketing his palm and crusting in the grooves between his joints as it further dries. His fingers curl into a loose fist long enough to observe the way each digit smears against his palm and leaves behind a tacky residue that he can feel, but not see.

He looks up. There, on the wall, two handprints interrupt the static. The first is larger, an obvious testament to the humbling misstep he’d only just finished recovering from, but the other…it was far smaller, surely left behind by the same stranger currently snoozing away beneath the desk, and it ran from the lightswitch down down down to the floor, where the accusing hand now rested just outside the desk’s shadow.

How strange, Sun thinks, tilting his head to get a better look. The way the static paints their skin, it almost looks like—

“You’re doing so well, dewdrop, just a moment longer and you’ll be right as rain again!” Sun gives the small hand intertwined with his own an encouraging squeeze as the other, equipped with an antiseptic wipe, dutifully dabs away at a scuffed knee. His young patient, having tripped and burned her skin along the carpet, is nothing less than a trooper as he cleans the static from the shallow wound. Not even a sniffle!

He tucks the wipe into the flat of his palm and trades it out for ointment, smearing a healthy dollop of it along the reddened surface before wiping his finger along the striping of his pants and reaching for a bandaid; Chica pink with pizzas on one side and cupcakes on the other.

“There, now. I’m sure that feels better already!”

Blood. Viscous, cold, pooling at his feet. On the walls, the carpet. His hands. Cherry red like a lollipop and twice as sticky…or so he’s told. Nothing a robot of his nature is meant to see or understand. His censors make sure of it. Rather than allow him to see things are they are, the incarnadine color is suppressed behind a layer of static, as if he won’t care to acknowledge it at all beyond its existence on scraped knees and split lips. As if he is meant to ignore the way it feels in its abundance, caked against his palms and festering between his open joints.

Messy, messy, messy. He feels dirtied beyond repair, filthy in a way that even a deep cleaning won’t fix. The wires in his stomach feel twisted, begging to come undone, shorting like sparklers against their ports and threatening to make short work of bringing him down. His screens are flooded with alerts that warn of an inevitable shut-down if he can’t manage to pull himself back together, but moving feels impossible, an insurmountable task. He can not think past the sensation of someone else’s life soaking into the cotton of his slippers.

And what of their guest? Sun can hardly get himself to look again, pleading with the matter of logic itself as he is forced to reckon with the knowledge that this is a rest they may never wake from. But he does look. He has to.

He wishes he hadn’t.

The brief glimpse he endures before looking anywhere else is more than enough. From this angle, the static – the blood – paints a grim picture. In spite of this, Sun finds himself circling the desk a second time and preparing to draw the body – the visitor – out from under the desk. It is a daunting task, but a necessary one, by Sun’s account. If there is nothing to be done in such a hopeless situation then, at the very least, he owes this stranger the dignity of recognition and an attempt. He can claim to have looked for a pulse. Even so, he hesitates.

There is not one to be found; Sun knows this. He knows painfully well from the static lingering on his silicone that it is already too late. Oil is warmed by the processors it fuels, and similarly, blood is meant to be hot. The soles of his slippers are cold. The pads of his fingers, against even the raging inferno of his overworked circuitry, are cold.

The body is cold.

He perseveres, regardless, dragging the stranger out from under the desk by a shaky grip on their ankle one inch at a time, pausing every few tugs to look away and regather his confidence, trying so, so hard to tune out the ever-constant music as it merrily sings through the speakers.

He begs the underlying silence. “Please have a pulse.” Tug. “Please don’t be cold.” Tug. “I don’t know what to do.” Tug. “I can’t do this alone.” Tug. “You have to wake up.” Tug. “Please.” Tug. “Please!” Tug. “Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple—”

He knows this visitor. Not a friend, but not quite a stranger, either. His scanner attempts to process the identification of a man whose head is so thick with static that it returns as an error. His face is contorted grotesquely, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide with fear. They don’t look like they’re sleeping.

A security guard whose name fails to ping in his registry. Sun had spoken with him once, maybe twice before. He drank coffee by the mile and hardly stuck around long enough to do more than complain about the weather. Sun hadn’t been in a hurry to befriend the man, but he only wished the best for him. Squeezed a joke in where he could in an attempt to turn his frown upside-down. It had never worked before, but Sun was no quitter. Now he would never get the chance to try again.

“Focus, focus.” Sun carefully lowers the man’s foot back to the carpet again, choking on the sensation of bloodied clothes slipping through his fingers and resisting the urge to tear the rays straight out of his faceplate in response. He is inconsolably panicked and at a loss for what to do, two steps from outright laughing, the complete absurdity of the situation driving him to hysterics.

He needed to call security. He couldn’t call security. Security was–

Management. There were other employees that worked the night shift if Moon complaining about them making too much noise during naptime was anything to go by. If he sent out a general call for assistance surely someone would come and tell him what to do, even at this late hour. It was his best option. His only option.

“Don’t.”

The voice makes him jump clear out of his casings. He has half a mind to swear, but as it stands, Sun thinks the long divots he dragged into the service desk out of surprise are enough damage already. On top of everything else.

“Moon?” He whispers. “Nice of you to finally join us – and by us, I mean me and the deceased guest I discovered a moment ago. Do you have a clue what’s going on here?”

“Don’t?” Sun echoes, agitated, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t.”

If the tether keeping his sanity intact was fraying before, it’s now down to a single thread. “Why not?” He asks with great exhaustion, “Did you not hear me? This is an emergency! There is a dead body in the–”

“Call management.”

“I know.”

Silence answers. Despite having a hundred and one snarky retorts building in between each crackle and pop of his voice box, Sun has nothing to say to that. Nothing good, anyway. It takes nine steady ticks of the clock for him to recollect his thoughts.

“You…you know?” He stutters, “How could you…” but he doesn’t finish the question, and he doesn’t need to. Realization strikes him with an iron fist for the second time that day and it is no less kinder than the first. “Did… you do this?”

It’s Moon’s turn to go quiet.

That silence stretches on for what feels like hours to Sun, each passing second more agonizing than the last, until he starts to believe Moon had simply disappeared like before. He waits, and waits, and finally decides to interrupt the silence with a repeat of the question, despite already knowing the answer. Moon beats him to it.

The tired sigh that escapes Sun’s throat is thoroughly earned. “Well, it’s too late to figure something else out, I already sent out the emergency ping.”

“Not sure,” he says, and Sun can tell from his tone that it’s the truth. “Blurry. My head hurts.”

A sound like nothing he’s ever heard before tears itself from Moon’s voicebox. A growl, if he were to put a name to it.

“Get rid of it, then.” Moon insists through the noise, “Clean up, clean up.”

“It?” Sun gawks, “Moon, that – that’s a person. He has dignity, a family!”

“Had a family,” Moon corrects, “dead, now. No dignity. Who will they blame?”

The question gives him pause. Surely there was a better way to go about this, a solution that didn’t have his morals (and wires, for that matter) all up in a twist. Yet the longer he thinks about it, the more he realizes Moon is right. Management hardly listens when he tries to explain that it was the children who broke a piece of playground equipment, not him! They aren’t likely to give his explanation of simply having found the body any mind, much less understanding. With his counterpart practically admitting to the heinous act, already, informing management of the body would sooner see them decommissioned.

“Running out of time,” Moon reminds him, “Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick–”

“Alright, alright!” He wails, “What should I do, then?”

“Clean up.”

“Where?” Sun looks around with the desperation of a teenager attempting to play hooky, rays practically nonexistent with how he’s tucked them away. His eyes search the room from top to bottom before landing determinedly on the ball pit.

“Good enough,” Moon tuts, a rather uninspired response to the happenings around him. Of course he isn’t panicking, it isn’t him who takes the body by its ankles and drags the dead weight across the carpet. It isn’t him who shoves aside enough plastic to carefully hide a corpse in. But it should be him worrying, it should be him panicking, because if management finds out about their secret, it’ll spell doom for both of them.

“You’ll get rid of it – him – properly once there’s no one around, right?” Sun finishes reshuffling the ball pit, mostly confident that the ill deed is successfully hidden from view. “I’m going to have to wash each and every one of these balls before the kids arrive in the morning.”

Right, the kids. When they arrive in just a few hours, will he have things tidied up? Will he be able to carry on as though nothing happened? He’s a brilliant actor – or he used to be, anyway, before the company decided he better fit the role of a nanny – but this is well beyond the scripts he is most familiar with.

“They’re close,” Moon warns him, “Don’t let them see–”

“I know, I know.” No time to dwell on it now, he makes quick work of crossing the distance between the ball pit and the exit, and manages to slide his head and torso through the gap between doors within seconds of it opening, scaring the living daylights of the poor employee sent to greet him in the process.

Unlike Sun, they do swear, clutching a hand over their chest and fitting him with a downright awful deadpanned stare. “Fuck, you couldn’t have waited a few seconds longer for me to come inside?” They hiss.

“Sorry, friend! Didn’t mean to spook you,” Sun chirps. He is careful to keep his bloodied hands safely tucked behind his back. “It’s just a mess in here, is all, and I’m rather embarrassed. There’s still equipment to clean, toys to organize, papers to fold–”

“Sure,” the employee interrupts, “It doesn’t really–” they pinch the bridge of their nose, exhaling with notably less exhaustion than Sun is feeling right about now, “I don’t particularly care. What’s the big issue that I was called down here for?”

“Oh! I just wanted to know if the next shipment of wipes had come in, yet. Like I said before, much to do! Always busy, busy, busy!”

Their stare turns into an outright glower. “That’s why you called the emergency line? For cleaning supplies?”

Sun shrugs, feigning ignorance. “Well, that’s an emergency to me. Apparently our standards are not the same.” He watches them roll their eyes with more enthusiasm than necessary. ”Do you know how messy children can be? It’s practically a barnyard in here, every single day, and don’t even get me started on how much of a health code violation it would be if one of them were to pick their nose and then–”

“Fine, I get it,” they snap, “I’ll make sure your damn supplies are delivered before the daycare opens. Anything else?”

“Told you they were annoying,” Moon chimes in.

“That’s everything!” He replies, “thank you a mighty amount, friend!”

“Mhm,” they mutter, waving him off with nothing more than the noncommittal sound. When they do turn to leave, it’s not soon enough, and Sun just barely manages to close the door with a whisper instead of a slam.

His back rests against it a moment later, and he allows himself to collapse from there, sliding down the smooth wooden frame until his tailbone reaches the floor. His knees twinge as they tuck against his chest, and he folds both arms atop, resting his temple against them and taking one long, much needed moment to just breathe.

It had only been half of a lie. There was much to do, much to clean, and only so many hours remaining to get it done. The wires nestled deep in his chest had calmed, yet the tremor in his hands continued, as it likely would until the very last speck of blood was washed clean.

“…Moon?”

“Hm?”

Sun tucks his knees ever closer. “Why…why did you do it?”

“…”

“I w-won’t be mad, promise! I’m sure this is all just one big misunderstanding, after all – a one time event, no biggie! But…was it out of anger? Fear? I mean, did he hurt–”

“In my way,” Moon replies.

Sun’s head lifts from the dark haven his arms provide, noting with growing exhaustion that, for the very first time, the lights felt too bright even for him. “What do you mean by that?” He asks, “Did he keep you from doing something?”

“…I don’t know.”

Again, Sun’s head falls against his arms in defeat, and again, not two seconds later, it lifts, determined not to lollygag any longer.

His legs creak with vocal effort as he gets back to his feet. “Well, no point in dwelling on it now, I suppose. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He takes in a wide view of the daycare – static trailing everywhere – and deflates with a sigh. “Guess I better get started. The sooner we get the place cleaned up, the sooner we can forget about all of this.”

He takes a step forward, and only that, swiveling on his heel when he catches last night’s roster from the corner of his eye. A single drop of static had landed and smeared across the name of a child meant to go home later in the evening.

Strangely enough, it appears they were never picked up.

Sun shrugs, gathering the paper in both hands and crumpling it into a ball to dispose of the smeared evidence. A simple mistake with the roster, that’s all it is. The parents often forget to sign their name after all. Accidents happen all the time!

The paper lands with a soft thunk in the nearest trash can and is just as quickly forgotten. Sun pivots towards the play area once more and heads for the supply closet, steadfast in his determination to be cleaned up on time, and feeling more confident than he ought to be about how things ended, all things considered.

More than anything, he is just happy to have all of this behind them.

#drabbles #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #no y/n #death cw #blood mention cw #can you believe it? tumblr user muzzlemouths posting a fic that ISN'T y/n related? #I needed an additional example for my app. lmao #anyway! if it isn't obvious this takes place at the very beginning of Moon's glitch #his First Kill(tm) even #hope it isn't too heartbreaking for all my fellow Moon enjoyers out there <3 stay strong

[spider-man-2o99]

anyways remember when people were like. genuinely honestly convinced that this HAD to be two different characters because... checks notes... the sm2099 3d model that was [Allegedly] slapped together for the stinger of ITSV a couple weeks before the film Released In Theaters doesn't look the same as the 3d model for miguel that an entire team of character designers with input from co-creator rick leonardi made over the past Solid Four Years At Least to feature in a full 2+ hr movie,, dbdbdbdbd

#talking tag #atsv #across the spider-verse #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #spiderverse #you can see the Rick-fluence(TM) in the atsv model it;s one of the things that Soothes me whenevr i Worry the movie will be [PARANOIA HERE]. #like at least we already KNOW it;s gonna be a GORGEOUS film y/k y/k? #dont gotta worry about that at least #but. yeah. if u were one of those folk who said Clearly This Is Not Miguel Because He Looks Kinda Different. give me $20 immediately #not. like. Because of that or anything. i just need $20. new aranya + sm2099 novel came out yknow gotta get that bread somehow /j

[jaeminri]

02:35 ⁝ sim jaeyun ✿ 0.4k words

"so what's going on with you and jake?”

you choke a little on your lunch, hitting hard on your chest as your wide eyes look up at riki.

“what?”

riki is nonchalant as he raises his brows as if he's talking about something so obvious (it isn't, you think). “you know, the two of you call so often. even though you both claim it's just to play games, but you only play like for an hour and talk for the remaining six. isn't that kinda weird for 2 people who used to have feelings for each other?” he says.

speechless, is what you are.

“how do you know about all this?” you pop with squinted eyes, unable to recall a time you ever told anyone about this, much less riki in fact. he's known to be quite a talker, and telling him anything about your personal life means telling the whole world.

the boy laughs, “heeseung hyung rooms with jake, so he keeps complaining that jake makes a lot of noise when talking to you.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh.” riki mocks with a roll of his eyes. “so? what's up? are you two talking again?”

you don't answer. well, a part of you doesn't want to because you know how big his mouth is, but another part of you can't answer, because you don't know. you don't know what you and jake are. friends? yeah, for sure, maybe. but how can two people who used to have a thing just talk so casually for hours like it's nothing and be friends? how can two people who used to have a thing talk about having crushes on other people and past relationships as if they hadn't almost been in one together? it's these questions that always rear its ugly head into your brain — they keep you up at night.

you're not afraid to admit that you still like jake even after two years of the end of your situationship, even after a year of him rejecting you when you told him you still liked him even though he didn't anymore. initially you had denied your feelings for months, pushing it off as just something friendly. until jay started asking you stuff and it all clicked like a machine mechanism.

it hurts to think about jake sometimes because you can sort of tell that he doesn't feel the same. yet sometimes, you wonder how he really feels when he asks you to get online, when he talks to you for hours, when he gets into a habit of showing you videos of his gameplay, when he talks about other girls who like him (you wonder if he thinks about you).

when you look at riki, he's waiting expectantly, then your phone vibrates with a ping, so you look. and it's the same damn message that you give in to all the time, even though you know it's not good for you, as per what jay says.

[1:35pm] jake: play tn?

© JAEMINRI, 2023

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[twice-inamillion]

Momo’s First Time

Smut (Virgin sex, rough, deep penetration, creampie)

Chapter 168

These past two weeks have been completely busy for the members. With the release of their Japanese album #Twice2 and their upcoming Dome Tour the members have been in the practice room most of the days.

This is one of those times as the members have come late in the afternoon, tired from having a long day that the practice room. They walk into the house, take off their shoes and place their bags on the table.

Dahyun and Da-eun have been sleeping in their room most of the time and you have been taking care of Jisoo and the twins. When they see their mothers Jisoo waddles to Jihyo, while Ari and Hina crawl to Mina.

“Were you a good listener to daddy?” asked Jihyo. Jisoo nods in responses and jihyo says “good girl, Jisoo.

“How are my babies?” as Mina picks them both up. They rub their faces against Mina’s chest.

“How was your day?” you ask the members.

“It was tiring, just dance practice this whole week. We just want to take a shower and have something to eat.”

“I made a lot food for you all, how about you all take a shower first and have dinner after?”

Hear that the members rush to their respective rooms and shower as fast as they can. You on the other hand go back to play with the kids while Mina and Jihyo shower first.

Once they were done you begin to take out all the food you made earlier and heat it up. You place the hot food on the table and the members start to sit down one at a time.

“Okay, I’m going to take a shower now” you say as you leave the kitchen.

You head back to your room, grab a change of clothes and get ready to head to the bathroom. Before you open the door you hear a strange but muffled noise coming from inside the bathroom.

You think to yourself “fuck… it must be chaeyoung inside.” You prepare yourself and open the door of the bathroom but instead of chaeyoung you see Momo against the sink with her leg on the bowl, masturbating by herself. You look at each others eyes for a moment that feels like forever but she quickly looks down.

“Pretty excited aren’t you” she exclaims. You look down and see that your member has woken up from its slumber.

“What are you doing here in my naked in my bathroom” you ask.

“I wanted to take a shower but the other bathrooms were busy and since you were not using it, i decided to use it.”

“Then why are you masturbating instead of showering?”

“You caught me” while giving a slight smirk. “I’ve been really horny these past few weeks, ever since I got a whiff of your scent, your cum, i have been thinking about how it would feel to be taken by you. The only time i forget about this is when I’m busy practicing but once i get home i cant hold onto this hot feeling inside of me” as she places her hand above where her womb would be.

“You really want me to fuck you that bad, huh.”

“Yes, i want you to fuck me really bad. I want to know how it feels to by pumped with cum. I want you to take my body and make it yours” she says in a sexual voice.

You can tell that she is telling the truth by how wet she is, her cunt dripping of love nectar.

“You think you can handle this cock of mine?” you ask.

“I don’t know until we try, how about it?”

There is no need for hesitation and you walk up to her and slide your fingers against her folds. You begin to rub her folds in a circular motion and she moans out from pleasure. “Ahh… yes… it feels much different from using my own. Having someone touch you feels completely different.”

She pulls you in and kisses you while holding on to your neck. You feel her tongue searching throughout your mouth as you rub her cunt.

“You’re really wet, momo. You really want this cock” as you slap your cock against her cunt.

“Yes, give it me, fuck me like the cumslut i am.”

“Do you say that to all the men you fuck?”

“No don’t know… want to ask them?

“You really know how to push my buttons huh.”

You don’t even think about it twice and lift her up like a rag doll, your cock automatically aligns its self to her entrance and you drop her without warning.

“Fuckk…. its so big. Your cock is hitting the back of my womb!” says momo as she tries to adjust to your length.

You don’t giver her a chance as you begin to thrust her in a upstanding citizen position at a fast pace. “This is what you wanted right, momo?”

“Yes!!! I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me all this time. Don’t stop.”

You move her and pin her against the wall, she wraps her legs around your waist and you continue to thrust you cock at a rapid pace.

“Momo, your pussy is so tight, its holding on to me real tight” you say with a heavy breath.”

“My pretty little cunt loves your cock so much that it doesn’t want to let it go” she moans.

Hearing this makes you want to fuck her even harder and you left her up by grabbing her ass, only leaving the tip of your cock inside of her cunt and immediately drop her down. Her eyes roll back from the shock. “Hmmm… that felt so good. Fuck me as rough as you can, I like it.”

“What a pretty little slut that likes to fuck in the bathroom. You want to see how i fuck you?

“Wha… what do you me…mean?”

You change positions and put her down, back on the floor, her leg tremble as she is unable to keep herself balanced. “Be careful there, don’t quit on her now momo, we still haven’t made you cum yet.”

You grab her once again but this time in a reverse stand and carry and you say “now you see can yourself getting fucked through the mirror” as you begin to thrust.

“Oh my god… omg… you’re in so deep, fuck it feels so good. No wonder the rest of the girls are addicted to your cock. You really know how to fuck a girl” as she fingers her cunt with her right hand and massaging her breast with her left.

You do your best to pull out your cock just enough to have only the tip and thrust it back in in one go. “I thin..think I…I’m about to… to cum” as she begins to shake.

“Ahhh….ahhh… my body is moving on its own.. i cant stop” she squirms around. You are also about to cum and says “I’m about to cum too momo.”

“Cum…cum inside. I want it inside if me like you do with the rest” moans momo.

“Are you sure you want it inside?”

“Yes, shoot that cum inside of my womb. I want it my womb to remember your cock.”

“Don’t blame me if you get pregnant” you warn her.

“I don’t care… if i get pregnant or not, so be it.”

With that the flood gates open as a tsunami of cum gushes into momo’s womb, filling up every single space. At the same time she cums violently while your cock is inside your her womb but it does not slip out as her walls is holding on to it hostage.

Her eyes roll back due to her lasting orgasm and her body becomes limp, releasing the tight hold of your cock. You see your cock slipping out of her and the large of amount of cum falling out of her like a waterfall.

You then noticed that as the cum oozing out of her there is a mixture of red within the cum that is seeping out. You look at your cock and see that it is covered with the reddish-whiteish mixture and you connect the dots and ask “were you a virgin, momo?”

Regaining her consciousness back from her previous orgasm she musters up the words to your question “yup, you took my virginity, luck you.”

“I thought you had experience?” you ask.

“I masturbate here and there but, you are my first one. Haha sorry I teased you, didn’t know if it was a turn off.”

“You should of turned me, I might of been a bit more considerate.”

“Why, I wanted you to give me that baby making sex like Dahyun, not that soft shit” said momo.

“That turn you on?”

“Who wouldn’t get turned on by watching that? It was hot. I want you to fuck me like from now on.”

“Wait… you still want to do that after this?”

“Yeah… of course. Your cock has imprinted on my tight pussy, I’m not going back to just masturbating on my own if I can have the real thing. You’re going to be my fuckbuddy, okay?”

“Ohh… and don’t worry about cumming inside of me. Today was a safe day. So let’s finish before anyone notices okay?”

“You something else, momo” you say as you try to put her down.

“Wait… let me get my phone. I want to take a picture as a memory” as she grabs her phone from the sink and snaps a picture.

“See… the picture is so hot” momo is in a reverse stand and carry position with cum oozing out of her freshly deflowered cunt.”

She then presses on her stomach and see that the cum that was inside of her shoots out and stains the bathroom sink. She laughs due to the large amount that came squirting out of her.

You put her down on the floor and tries to walk but her legs are completely numb and shaking from being carried in the position for so long.

“You really did a number on me y/n, but it was fun. Let’s do it again” she says as she tries to get into the shower.

Cum drips down her legs as she walks in into the shower and says “are you doing to join me? Or are you just going to stand right there?”

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#twice smut #male reader #kpop smut #twice #twice momo #momo hirai #hirari momo #momo smut #momo #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #idol x reader #idol x male reader #TM smut

[pikafaawork]

Manos arriba! Estas arrestado! 👮🤚

#q!foolish #la fede no sabe lo que desperto en mi cuando le dieron ese uniforme a foosh #foolish gamers #y si! me dijeron que Vege era Juez en karma! y tenia que dibujarlo tm b lol xD #mcyt #qsmp #police man foolish #federation foolish

[employee052]

o shit

(my attempt at @thenamesmobu's free colab template! had a lot of fun with the lineart and lining askjdhaskdj)

(ALSO WHILE DRAWING THIS I SPENT A NORMAL(/j) AMOUNT OF TIME STARING AT DEVIN HES SO FUCKIN COOL I CANTTTT)

#artswin #tsp narrator #tspud #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud narrator #the narrator #stanley parable #narratorverse #narraverse #paraverse #free colab #idve made virglil(my narry) say something cool but i got no ideas here bestie #so girlie gets to do the glare(tm) #either way im glad how this turned out askjdaskjdh #also god i have spent a decent amount of time staring at devin while doing this ngl askjdhaksjhdasd #also did i self insert myself even if it was just narrys and stanleys? y e s #in my defence this is the first time im drawing virge using his powers i wanna be here for him #hope thats aight ajfbbef #fourth wall au

[lavenoon]

Cryptid Sightings Art Masterlist

If you're new here, go read Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse I cannot recommend it enough. I've done a bit of art for it ("a bit"), so here's the list:

*will keep this updated

*spoilers are marked, except for chapter 1 spoilers as I assume that as baseline knowledge

Comics:

Demon behind you. (reveal centered, spoilers for up until but especially ch4)

Steady, Heart (reveal centered)

Y/N's scary thing (reveal centered)

New day (post-reveal centered)

Favorite (post-reveal centered)

We clear the Path (post-reveal centered, spoilers up until ch4)

Bird Bully (post-reveal centered)

Worst Case Scenario (*warnings for blood and death)

Hands (post-reveal centered)

Subtle (and bonus isolated lovestruck boys)

Cryptid Selfie (post-reveal centered)

"Fixed" PJs (ch5 spoilers)

Rude Awakening (ch5 spoilers)

Three names

Cryptid!Y/N

They know. (post-reveal centered, spoilers for ch6)

Clever, heart. (ch7 spoilers)

Oops! Trauma (ch8 spoilers)

Their cryptid loves them. (ch8/ The lost Episode spoilers)

Hello :) (ch9 spoilers)

Promise || Trick (ch10 spoilers)

Help us (ch10 spoilers)

Red (ch11 spoilers) (*warning for blood)

Bait (ch10 spoilers/ tons of theories)

Trust (ch12 spoilers)

Teeth (post reveal centered)

It's not safe (ch13 spoilers)

No more secrets (ch13 spoilers)

Hands 2 Electric Boogaloo

Justice for the detector (vague ch13 spoilers)

No shit, Sherlock (ch14 spoilers)

The gang's all here (ch14 spoilers)

WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? (ch14 spoilers)

Stack the trauma (ch15 spoilers)

Eclipse Demon (ch16 spoilers)

Demon Goo (post-reveal, but no spoilers) (linked to Cinna's addition because it's hilarious)

Eager (post-reveal, but no spoilers)

Into a New Day (ch20 spoilers)

Standalones/ Other:

You take care of the scary things

Stay here (ch2 spoilers)

Creature of the Night

The Guide and the Guardian

Safe

Poor Mothman (ch5 spoilers)

Memes Part 1

Memes Part 2 (ch5 spoilers)

Chapter 5 doodles (you can figure)

All of us @ Naff (spoilers up until ch4)

Help

Cryptid Boys True Form

Henry Emily (spoilers for ch16)

On Care, and Scary Things (ch18 spoilers)

Naff after ch19 (go figure)

Long Time No See (ch19 spoilers)

Mural

Not art but you're already here:

Click here to read along as I scream about my theories for the fic (all spoilers, till chapter 5, by now severely out of date)

#post let luce #masterlist #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #cryptid sightings #oh my god okay yea that's a bit lmao #me adding the art from before the steady heart comic: technically this is correct but it still feels Wrong(TM) #also for anyone new here apart from the first 3 standalones Y/N basically looks like me #this is not a canon design or anything I just like drawing self inserts

[wildewinged-fr]

me, getting sadzhik a partner again: this is mostly for funsies and so my friends can have some of his hatchlings. i certainly won't be keeping any more :)

this kid, hatching with beautiful colors and primal eyes: hi :)

me: uh oh

#flight rising #dragon share #this also sooooo funny lore-wise bc sadzhik's daughter has been trying for a primal kid for literal y e a r s #and is a certified Priestess of the Lightweaver(tm) #sadzhik; a godless heathen; after like 3 tries: what like it's hard?

[ink-ghoul]

im new to making skins so gotta ask how do u pose your skins with a nice background?

>Blockbench

>Create Minecraft Skin

>Click Pose

>Rotate and move the limbs to pose them

>Right click the background

>Screenshot model

>Save

#ask #lunarr-stuff #with this option the limbs don't bend put I like it that way because I'm a vanilla purist(tm) /lh #for bend-y limbs you can use mine-imator

[skibasyndrome]

how is 0.25 STILL not slow enough for some scenes????

#I'm......... doing research #it's for science!!!! this time for real!!! #how often can I replay L I T E R A L L Y 1 second of video material you ask? #the answer is: yes. #on another note: I will not survive whatever the full scene of this is gonna be #iykyk #simon.out. #*Science (TM) [= fanfic] #potentially: #young royals season 3 spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

[yandere-monoma]

So, Jade Strider, huh? What’s her deal? She still seems very Jade but like more vulgar and definitely dealing with some shit.

THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION MWAH

YEAH jade strider is very jade. imo the strilondes are very malleable when it comes to switching their guardians around versus all the prospit bitches who tend to retain so much of their 'original' personalities and i base that largely on the fact that dave and rose seem to be incredibly impressionable while john and jade tend to be more rebellious with their guardians. dave engages in the irony bullshit, rose engages in the passive aggressive mind game war, john complains and bitches about his dad's lame bullshit constantly and jade.... U_U jade.

so yeah, jade strider is dealing with some SHIT. in the killswitch universe, all the guardians are fixed points that force whoever they're with through the same plotline. so bro strider will always train the kid that lands on his doorstep and that training will always grow into something twisted as hell, just like mom will always drink and neglect her kid, and dad will always do his best to nurture his kid to the best of his flawed ability, and jake. U_U JAKE........................

also:

it's so fun thinking about rose strider vs jade strider because ultimately, rose is playing a mind game with herself, and is actively sand violently self-harming on top of everything bro is doing to her, and that's why she ends up so ultimately fucked. meanwhile, jade copes by just going into brain empty mode. 100% ID, impulsive as hell, probably got some stunted emotional and social development that she is just NOT going to think about ever. so she honestly seems like. so well adjusted in comparison but :) can a strider ever be mentally well the answer is no HAHA

#also in my opinion: light as an aspect is lowkey dedicated to be a victim of the narrative TM #or rather: victim might not be the right word. especially for someone who revels in being the main character like vriska #so in a way one of the reasons why rose strider has the most intense storyline is because her aspect beckons it #meanwhile space.... is everywhere all at once and rebellious because of that #like they can choose to be contained within the story or they can break it apart. they're heroes!! they solve the shit!! #so because of that jade is gonna be able to handle shit.... m...o s t l y..... #alas.......... her class......................................... :3c #anyway tagging this properly later HJSKDFG

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

things that really suck: when a fucked up fictional dynamic is genuinely upsetting to you in a way that'd normally be much easier to engage with and process if you dead doved it, except the ship in question has been ruined for you by Bad Associations so that is a no-go and you're left to deal with the upsetting shit raw. ugh

#whosebaby talks #personal stuff #people try to claim Shipping Bad Things(tm) is self-harm and i'm like man in my case that is the literal exact opposite of the truth #dead doving triggering fictional stuff i'm trying to process is a near instant release valve to make it less of an emotional minefield #and i feel the lack of that safety valve *keenly* when i need to engage with something in fiction to process it #and would be greatly helped in the long run by doing so; but i'm either not *interested* in shipping it #or it's been ruined for me in a way that i really am not ready to reclaim yet if ever; and would do me more harm than good if i tried #i have to be so *so* much more careful and it is *so* much easier for it to tip over into self-harm without rigorous work and safety nets #especially if the framing of the fucked up dynamic is awful in canon #it is still definitely possible for something i'm dead doving to be Too Much and in need of a time out #or to be a thing i am just squicked/triggered by in such a way that dead doving it would not help #but my threshold for the former is W A Y higher; and it is so much easier for me to identify the latter in comparison #anyway yeah i have feelings about the whole thing and it is a real damn shame when this happens. sighs

[lesbiandemondaddy]

playing queen of peace with headphones and a volume maximizer app to make it incredibly loud is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

#im going to find whoever made this app and kiss them so hard #this phone is so quiet and i finally just realized hey i should look up apps to help that #and O H M Y G O D #florence and the machine #florence + the machine #f+tm #fatm #florence welch #how big how blue how beautiful #queen of peace #textpost #my post

[twice-inamillion]

The Beginning

Parts of TIS(1-16)

1871 Words

(Beginning of the series. Jihyo is pregnant and you need to take responsibility.)

* Decided to put some of these chapters together to make easier to read. My parts are on the top and @coldfanbou ‘s comments are on the bottom. Easier to read both to understand. Hopefully this is easier to read.

Part 1 -

You get Jihyo pregnant and now you got to explain it to twice and JYP. How are you going around and explain it to them that you got their member pregnant.

“I'm going to leave a note and runaway with Jihyo”

Part 2

You run away with Jihyo and you have to choose where to go. Your parent's place or Jihyo’s. You will have to explain it to either family you end up going to.

“Now my parents would be more accepting, and I could just tell them over the phone and they'd be fine. So I think it would be better to go to Jihyo's and try to persuade them that I'll be able to support their daughter well.”

Part 3

Jihyo’s parents understand but ask you how you will support their daughter. Now that she is pregnant, how with this affect her career and her future in terms of working? Because you are a foreigner, your opportunities are limited.

“Well she'll need to be out of the spotlight during her pregnancy. IF the company doesn't drop her then they could possibly frame it as a major injury taking her out, keeping her career safe and not affecting it too much as I'd be able to care for the child. I could occasionally leave it with either family meanwhile I get whatever job I can scrounge up. Considering only a few people would know this it would be in the companies best interest to do so as the group is able to continue without scandal. If they let her go then that's where things get difficult and I would need to take on multiple jobs while hoping her parents allow her to live with them at least for a little while.”

Part 4

The rest of the members beg JYP to forgive you two and offer you a job as a manager. JYP agrees but has you on a tight leash. Jihyo is at home with her parents and is looking forward to being a mom. Both of you attend a private clinic to have an ultrasound, and they tell you the gender of the kid. Jihyo’s father wants a boy, and jihyo’s mom wants a girl. Jihyo asks you what gender you would like it to be and tells you to give her a straight answer.

“Oh boy this somehow worked out so far. I am not going to try anything that could be seen as out of line. While I'd be fine with either gender, it doesn't matter too much to me, I guess I'd like a girl, and I'd tell her that.”

Part 5

Both of you are told that the baby is a girl, and Jihyo is overjoyed. She tells you that she would like the baby to be a singer like her but asks you for your opinion. Jihyo tells the members about the baby's gender, and they come to visit her often. Jihyo begins to shop for baby clothes while JYP is working you like a mule.

“While her being a singer would be great, I think that the baby should have the final say in it all. Whatever her dreams are, let her go to them. Also JYP's doing is understandable considering the situation.”

Part 6

Jihyo’s belly is getting bigger, and the members keep visiting her. Nayeon, Sana, and Mina visit more often than the rest. Sana likes to give Jihyo massages and caress her belly and growing boobs. During work, the members ask you if Jihyo is planning on coming back, but you don’t know what to say.

“I'd assume Jihyo would come back a few months after the baby is born, but I'd tell them that I'm not sure, I'd have to ask her.”

Part 7

Jihyo is conflicted about coming back. The members are worried, and Sana keeps on visiting. Jihyo beings to lactate, and you help her. JYP is sending you to scout possible locations for shoots, and you are away for days at a time. You come back and walk into Sana, breastfeeding off of Jihyo since you aren’t home.

“First off that's hot, but I'm going to ask what's going on and if I could join.”

Part 8

You ask what’s going on, and Jihyo tells you that she was hesitant initially, but her breasts were beginning to hurt because of her lactating. Jihyo tried to pump, but they were too rough. Sana offered to help, and after some convincing, she agreed. You were understanding but not entirely convinced. You watch Sana as she sucks jihyo’s nipple and leaves it dry. You confront Sana and ask her what’s going on. Sana tells you that it shouldn’t be too surprising for Jihyo to lactate heavier than usual after all that massaging of jihyo’s breasts.

“You know what? checks out, but I would've preferred to be told before this happened. I'm not too bothered by this, but I would like to have priority when it comes to helping Jihyo.”

Part 9

Sana tells you she can take care of Jihyo when you are gone. She says she even got Mina to help and is teaching her the ropes. You leave for a week overseas at the request of JYP. While you’re there, you receive a text with a photo of Mina breastfeeding off of Jihyo in the background, while Sana in the picture makes hearts in the foreground. What is your reaction?

“Cute, but I hope they don't get too used to this, once the baby is around they won't get the chance to do it. Also this is a solid deal we have going on.”

Part 10

You end up getting a call from Jihyo, and she’s crying. She tells you she’s sexually frustrated and that her toys are just enough. She wants you to come back to relieve her. JYP has you aboard and won’t allow you to return until the job is done. But that she needs someone to go down on her.

“I'm going to try to convince him that Jihyo's going through something and desperately needs me. If that fails then I'm going to leave without his permission as Jihyo takes priority, I'll just have to find another job.”

Part 11

You tell JYP the issue, and he says that if you leave, he will release Jihyo and leak a sandal. Sana calls you and tells you to calm down and that she’ll take care of jihyo’s issue.

“I'm criticizing JYP to Sana for being an idiot that would be willing to ruin one of biggest groups and money makers. He's blind to the fact that this would cause the companies stock to fall and hurt it. I'll let Sana use her finger and that's it.”

Part 12

Jihyo calls you back, happy as can be. She tells you that Sana did her a favor and was able to satisfy her needs. Sana texts you that Jihyo begged her to eat her out. Nayeon calls you, saying to keep in line and not make any problems for Jihyo and the group.

“I'm just going to tell Nayeon to stay out of this, and thank Sana. The next time I see Jihyo I'm doing whatever she asks.”

Part 13

Nayeon is upset, thus making Jeongyeon upset too. You thank Sana, and she says that it’s no problem and that she is getting her kinks satisfied too. You come back from your trip and are excited about Jihyo. You come home to see Mina eating Jihyo out with Sana making out with Jihyo.

“I'm going to take a deep breath, calm down and then tell them calmly to leave the room and leave us for a little bit.”

Part 14

You walk in and ask them to leave. They walk out, and Sana wishes you good luck. You spend a great night pleasuring Jihyo until she cums multiple times. She is a bit upset that she can only give you a blow job or boob job and not enter her. Since her belly is quite big, she doesn’t want to hurt the baby. She asks you if you’re okay with everything going on.

“I tell her that I'm satisfied with what she can give me. It more so about being close to her that I care about. After that I tell her of everything that's happened. I also tell her that I'd rather get a job elsewhere, the money is good and I want to give her what she deserves but working under JYP is infuriating. I turn the focus back to her and ask her how she's been and if she needs anything. ”

Part 15

She’s a bit upset and emotional about everything you have gone through. She wants to go back and join her old group since it’s like family to her. She is upset about JYP but tries to calm you down about getting a new job. Jihyo tells you that both Sana and Mina have been taking care of her really well and have helped her in every way they can. She says she’ll talk to JYP and ask him to keep it down.

“I thank her, and apologize for dumping everything on her. She doesn't need that added stress. I talk about how excited I am for the baby, I can't wait to see them.”

Part16

She tells you that she’ll make it up to you. She invites you for dinner and serves you a cup of tea. Within a couple of minutes, you begin to get hot and dizzy. You try to stand up but lose your balance and end up falling as you see an extra 2 pair of feet walking through the door and walking towards you.

“Oh boy this is trouble”

Next Chapter(1-16)

#twice smut #kpop smut #male reader #twice #twice fluff #kpop fluff #kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop #twice jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo fluff #jihyo smut #jihyo #tm smut

[cat-clawz-art]

Fanart from Talk about the weather by nightbloomingcereus ( @moondawntreader on tumblr!). Such a good series, definitely worth a read if you have a little time!!

#bad-art-tm #(go4) #good omens #ineffable husbands #fanart #go #aziracrow #aziraphale/crowley #based on a fanfic #aziraphale #crowley #whhheeee this one took a bit long but im so happy that it turned out so well-finished looking #like the lighting is so much smoother than what i usually do and the raindrops slap #anywaysss not to toot my own horn but im actually pretty happy with this one and i hope a few people at least see it/interact w it #click for better quality cuz tumblr is c r u n c h y