#I feel like there's a noticeable shift as I reminded myself I don't have to make his wings make sense

[vulcanautus]

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[sadnymi]

「 ✦ Touch tank.✦ 」

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Every witch at Hogwarts seems to be chasing a single dream – to catch the eye of Theodore Nott. But Theo? He's completely unfazed by their relentless pursuit. Here's the secret: his heart, and his gaze, have belonged to me for a long time. And that's something he loves to remind me of, every chance he gets.

Words: 2k

Warning: fluff, smut , oral (f!receive) (public!sex).

Theo and I found ourselves in a picturesque field of blooming flowers, the air filled with the sweet scent of nature. spreading out a soft satin blanket to sit on. I wore a comfortable short dress that allowed the gentle breeze to caress my skin, and my hair cascaded around me in loose waves as I lay down on the blanket.

Theo settled beside me, leaning against the tree trunk with his back, and I couldn't help but admire the serene expression on his face as he gazed out at the blooming flowers. The colors of nature seemed to come alive around us, adding to the magic of the moment.

As I flipped through the pages of my book, occasionally glancing at the vibrant blooms around us, I noticed Theo's gaze fixated on me. His eyes held a gentle warmth, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched me.

Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up from my book a blush crept up my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Enjoying the view?" I teased, a playful glint in my eyes.

Theo chuckled softly, his gaze softening even more. "Always," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Especially when the view includes you."

I couldn't help but blush at his words, a smile spreading across my face. "Must you be so charming? Makes it hard to concentrate on my book.", pretending to be engrossed in my book but secretly relishing the attention.

This wasn't the Theo Nott every witch at Hogwarts lusted after – the one with the cutting remarks and veiled threats. This was my Theo , a Theo whose gaze lingered a little too long, whose voice softened when he spoke to me, and whose occasional smile sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Memories flickered to life, a stark contrast to the peaceful scene. The first time we spoke, I was a clumsy second-year fumbling with a stack of heavy books in the bustling hallway. Papers scattered everywhere, and I felt tears prick my eyes with frustration. Before I could even bend down, Theo was there, kneeling beside me. With surprising gentleness, he began gathering the scattered parchment, his touch light as he brushed against my hand.

"Looks like you could use a hand," he'd said, his voice a low murmur that sent goosebumps erupting on my arms. "Or perhaps someone to keep you company for a bit?" He straightened up, his eyes locking with mine for a beat longer than necessary. A hint of a playful glint sparked within them before he offered a crooked smile. "Don't worry," he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'm gentle when I want to be."

That simple phrase, delivered with a knowing smirk, had stayed with me ever since. It was a revelation .

These were the glimpses of Theo that drew me in. The boy beneath the cool exterior, the one who used his signature smirk not for cruelty but for a hint of amusement, the one who offered unexpected help with a quiet kindness.

As I lay there, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, a smile touched my lips in response to Theo's gaze. The years seemed to melt away, and I was no longer the nervous first year, but a young woman who had discovered the hidden warmth beneath the icy facade of Theodore Nott.

Theo shifted slightly, leaning closer. “ read to me beautiful “ he said

Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked at him with a soft smile. "Alright," I agreed, my heart fluttering a little. "Just for you."

"The dragon soared high above the mountains, its scales shimmering in the sunlight as it let out a mighty roar," I read, my voice filled with excitement.

Theo listened intently, I continued to read, painting vivid pictures with my words of heroes on epic quests, enchanted forests, and ancient prophecies.

"The brave knight drew his sword, ready to face the dark sorcerer who threatened to plunge the kingdom into eternal darkness," I narrated, my voice taking on a dramatic tone to match the intensity of the scene.

As I read, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, noticing the way his eyes lit up with each new twist and turn of the plot.

As I continued reading the fantasy tale, His lips brushed softly against my neck sending a wave of tingling sensations through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the intimate moment as a soft moan escaped my lips.

"Don't stop reading," Theo whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. His hand gently pulled my hair to one side, giving him better access to my neck as his kisses trailed down.

I complied, trying to focus on the words on the page while Theo's kisses distracted me. The story seemed to take on a new level of excitement as his touch added an extra layer of thrill to the narrative.

" summoned her magical powers, her eyes glowing with determination as she faced the ultimate challenge," I read, my voice slightly breathless .

His kisses grew more fervent, his lips leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along my neck and collarbone. I struggled to maintain my composure, the combination of the story's intensity and Theo's intimate advances stirring a potent mixture of emotions within me.

his hand slipped from my hair to my waist, pulling me closer to him as he continued to pepper kisses on my skin. Each touch sent sparks of desire coursing through me, blending seamlessly with the fantasy unfolding in the book.

I read on, my voice occasionally faltering as Theo's kisses grew more insistent. It was a delightful challenge, trying to stay focused on the story while being tantalizingly distracted by Theo's affectionate gestures.

"The dragon unleashed its fiery breath, but the heroine stood her ground, wielding her enchanted sword with unwavering resolve," I narrated, my voice filled with the adrenaline of the story and the thrill of Theo's intimate attentions.

Theo's kisses on my neck ignited a fire within me, driving me to arch my back in pleasure. I looked at him, my eyes filled with a mixture of desire and longing as he played with my hair, sending tingles down my spine with each touch.

"Do you trust me, baby ?" Theo's voice was soft, his gaze intense as he searched my eyes for reassurance. I nodded, unable to form words as his kisses left me intoxicated and eager for more.

"Good, because I need you to relax now and never stop reading, understood ?" His words were a command, but there was tenderness in his tone that made my heart flutter.

his hands moved with purpose, pushing my dress up to my waist with a single smooth motion. The feeling alone made me moan, the anticipation of what was to come sending shivers of excitement through me. "Theo," I gasped.

"Yes, baby?" Theo's voice was a soothing balm, calming my nerves as I voiced my concern. "What if someone..."

Theo silenced me with a gentle finger on my lips. "Shh, Never be afraid, No one will ever dare to," he assured me, his eyes filled with sincerity and devotion.

With a final nod, I surrendered to the moment, focusing on the story in my hands .His hand cupped me through my panties, and I arched my back in response, holding onto his shoulder for support. He encouraged me to keep reading, his touch growing bolder yet still gentle.

I could feel myself getting wetter with each caress, my panties becoming soaked. With a tender touch, he parted my legs, and I continued reading, my voice trembling with desire.

As my arousal grew, I read with a shaky voice, he continued to rub gently through my panties, the fabric growing damp against my skin.

I kept reading, my voice trembling slightly as his touch sent shivers of pleasure through me. It was as if the words on the page were melting into a blur.

As his finger circled my clit through the soaked fabric, a soft gasp escaped my lips, and I found myself arching into his touch. My hand instinctively reached out, finding solace on his shoulder as I looked into his eyes, filled with a mix of desire and longing.

“ you stop i stop baby “

"I'll keep reading," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the rising pleasure. "Please, don't stop."

He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his ministrations. My focus wavered, the words of the book fading into the background as his touch became my entire world. The gentle circles, the teasing strokes, they all pushed me closer and closer to the edge .

Theo's voice broke through my haze of pleasure, his words a tantalizing invitation. "Will you come for me, darling?" he murmured, his fingers working their magic. "Right here, with your panties still on?"

I could only manage a nod, my body trembling with anticipation. With each touch, each stroke, I felt the tension building, the pleasure mounting to an almost unbearable level. And then it hit me, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me, my body shaking as I cried out in pure bliss.

His hands held me steady, guiding me through the intensity of my orgasm. As I slowly came down from the high, my eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Such a good girl," he praised softly, his voice filled with admiration and affection. He pulled my soaked panties down and knelt between my legs.

"Theo," I tried to say.

"Open those beautiful legs for me love " he said, and I did as he ordered. I looked down at him as he licked my thighs, and I couldn't help but tremble. He held my legs to control my movements, then pulled them around his shoulders, kissing the skin behind my knees.

"Oh, Theo, I can't... uhh..." I tried to express, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

"You can, baby. You're such a good girl. " he encouraged, and I nodded, closing my eyes to focus on the sensations.

Then, I felt his mouth on me. I gripped the blankets with both hands, moaning loudly as his tongue licked every inch of my pussy, circling my clit before moving down to my entrance.

Then he inserted a finger inside me, and I moaned loudly. moved his finger slowly while his tongue continued to lick my clit. Then, without warning, he began to move faster, adding another finger.

He kept hitting my G-spot, and my back arched so hard that I felt like I was going to fly. He held me down, and I tried to close my legs, but he kept them open.

His other hand started to circle my clit vigorously and rapidly, while his fingers continued to penetrate me deeply and quickly, hitting my G-spot repeatedly. His tongue never stopped its movements on my pussy.

I screamed his name, my hands gripping the blanket so tightly that I felt like I would tear it apart. Tears streamed down my face, my mascara running, as I gasped for air.

his touch became more intense and focused. His fingers expertly massaged my most sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, aching for release.

Suddenly, I felt an intense pressure building inside me, different from anything I had experienced before. It was like a tingling warmth spreading from my core, radiating outwards with every touch.

And then it happened - a sudden gush of fluid escaped from me, soaking both of us in its warmth. It was a mix of surprise and intense pleasure, as I experienced squirting for the first time.

Theo's eyes widened in amazement and delight, his fingers never ceasing their movements as they continued to coax more pleasure from my trembling body. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, his hands still gently exploring my body as if committing every inch to memory. As our lips parted, I whispered, "I love you," feeling the weight of those words and the depth of my emotions.

He kissed me again, a tender and lingering kiss that conveyed all the love and desire we shared. "I love you too only you , always you ," he murmured against my lips, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

Exhaustion washed over me like a gentle tide, and I nestled my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The comfort of his embrace was like a warm blanket wrapping around me, and I closed my eyes, succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep, knowing that I was safe and loved in his arms.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[mycatishandsome]

How I Shift: a step-by-step

So to start, I want to remind ya'll that what works for me, can and wil work for you, if you assume it will.

For context, I like to believe that the multiverse theory is true, but like mixing it in with the LOA (3D/4D/etc.) theory. I could sit here all day and talk and talk about those theories, but that's not what this post is about. If you scroll on my blog, you'll find plenty of posts that can do it better than I.

SO, where do we begin?

1.) As an obvious start, it's good to pick where it is you'd like to shift/ what you'd like to shift into this "reality". It's not super necessary, but it's great to reaffirm where it is your going/what you're bringing in.

2.) I like shifting at night (like most others), so before a shift, something I'll do is carve out a bit of time to go through my Pinterest boards. This is a great way to visualize what you want (what you technically already have) This is also great for my non-visualizers (or just those who have trouble doing it on the spot). it's a great way to reaffirm.

3.) Then depending on my DR, I'll choose an ambiance sound that is related (for example: star wars-space/ship sounds, harry potter-train sounds, pirates??? ships creaking/wind)(also sounds can be super broad, like rain/thunderstorm sounds) personally, I feel like ambience is crazy helpful for me (as I assume it is).

-The way I see it, and how I use it: The sounds I'm hearing ambiance wise, are the sounds I hear in my DR as well. They will not distract me! I have animals and loud roommates. Rather than sit there and get annoyed, i think to myself, "wow my house mates are rowdy tonight" in my DR. I apply those sounds TO my DR. This goes for the ambiance as well!

4.) At this point, I then pick how I'm going to meditate. So because I have autism, I tend to use the same two mediations because it's what I'm comfortable with (and they help me the best!) I'll tag them here :)

I start with this one: Law of Assumption meditation

Then listen to this one immediately after: Law of Assumption Meditation part 2

I listen to these one after the other using an app called musi. I set them to a timer so i don't have to stop a playlist or anything, just set it and go!

5.) I sometimes strait up fall asleep and shift, and sometimes i shift during these meditations. It often depends on how my mind set is, as sometimes I've had a tough day, or i just can't stop thinking about the exam i have tomorrow. Generally when I feel like this, I listen to another meditation before these other two. I don't have a specific one to link, i usually just look up 10 minute meditations. These will usually help me to relax and empty my mind.

Notice how none of these are shifting meditations. if you think it will work for you, then it will! I've always found that even when i was in the right mindset, shifting meditations were very.....not what shifting is. I always felt like they played against what i was trying to achieve. I'm sure there are some that are great and incredibly helpful!! I personally just haven't found that one yet. Shifting is generally simple, and to the point, there's no need to use complicated steps. (ONCE AGAIN, UNLESS you find they work for you! in your reality they may work just fine!)

I hope this helps, or at the very least gives some of ya'll some ideas on what to try!

Happy shifting!

[callofdudes]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Autistic Reader headcanons.

A/N: I myself am not autistic but I do know a fair bit about it. So I figured I'd write headcanons before writing a fic just to dip my toes in and see if I can get it right.

I know that autism can present a bit differently for some things across different people. Please feel free to let me know if something in this list is not correct. ❤️

Ghost would be lying if he said he didn't give you extra special treatment apart from his other teammates. And it's well justified. Simon knows not to compare you to a child but he also knows that you need things the others don't.

Simon has picked up on subtle signs throughout the months working with you. How sometimes when things didn't go according to plan on base it would leave you more stressed out than it should have. Sometimes if your food wasn't what you had expected it to be, he'd notice how you'd react.

He eventually consulted your file before making any decisions. That's how he'd found out you are autistic.

Simon knew someone who was autistic, so he made sure to keep his eye close on you.

He noticed each little shift. How you would stim with your clothing or your hair, too embarrassed to carry a fidget toy around base. But that didn't matter to Simon. He made sure to take care of everything. He bought some fidget toys small enough to fit in his jacket and when in meetings or just sitting around, he'd pull a toy like magic from his pocket and hand it over.

You'd been incredibly grateful the first few times, and then it just became routine that Simon would carry around the toys for you and have one on hand whenever you needed.

He also noticed which ones you liked, and didn't like. Some you would hand back because they didn't feel right on your fingers. Others clicked and slid in a way you didn't quite like, and he kept a tab of that. He compared fidget toys you did like to similar ones and was very precise every time he got you a new one.

He made sure that in every environment he was nearby. How you'd react to the lights, different sounds. How you'd react when it got to loud and crowded or too quiet. What noises bugged you and what calmed you.

When on missions, Simon made sure to talk you through each step. He thought his voice would help you to face the unexpected. Telling you where to go and exactly what to do, ready to face any situation.

"Take a deep breath y/n, you're doing great. Two Shadows on your left, you can take them out from where you are without being spotted"

Your level of empathy and emotional awareness was also something he had to take into account. You could sensitive to anger. You could feel a great deal of empathy and almost take on the burden of It being your fault even if you had nothing to do with it. Because of this, Simon made sure that you were aware his anger was never on you.

"Simon? Did I do something wrong? You looked really upset when you looked at me earlier and I just thought that maybe-"

Simon places his hand on your shoulder. "No no, just had a rough morning. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Got it?"

Simon has also become much more aware of how he teases you. You were emotionally aware to the point that you very clearly understood Simon would joke about being hurt, or would make fun of you and it was all jokes. He understood that you understood how his emotions worked as well.

But there was the occasional time where Simon would pretend to be hurt by your words and you'd have genuine regret. It doesn't happen as often as he would have thought, but when it does, he's right there to reassure you he is completely fine.

Simon actually gets more upset than you do when people call you a child wrapped up in an adults body with a nice little bow on top. Of course you have your traits but Simon has seen your hobbies and interests. You're no super genius but you are more than a child. You just have a different trajectory point on life's train tracks. And Simon makes sure to remind anyone he doesn't think is being respectful of you as a person.

Nightmares can affect you more harshly because of your emotional investment with things and the people around you.

The first time Simon saw you become overstimulated he was a little scared he'll be honest. He panicked a little bit. But now he knows exactly what to do. At first he tried to comfort you, allowing you to be swallowed up in his embrace, he crushed you tightly in his arms and smoothed his hands over your muscles. It would sometimes take a while for you to come down from your high, but he was there for every moment.

When he becomes a bit better at knowing how to handle a situation when you get over stimulated the process is smoother. Simon will notice how you can completely shut down. Sometimes it's near a meltdown with tears flowing everywhere. And other times you just disconnect. You don't move, don't speak, completely distant. Simon approaches you gently and picks you up in his arms.

"This ok?" He whispers near your ear as to not startle you. You cling to him tightly, burying your head in his neck. "Alright, come on, you've had a long day."

He rubs your back and brings you to your room. If you're away from base he just finds a separate room that is quiet. Anywhere he can go to separate the noise and bustling energy from you. If you're in your room he'll lay you down and just get you to relax.

Tears flow down your cheeks, hands still clasping the material of Simon's hoodie. Simon gently rubs your collar and down over your shoulders. He presses on different parts of your arms until you relax. "Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath." Simon breathes in deeply, prompting you to mimick. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and fetches your heavier blanket from the end of the bed. "See? You're ok."

He grabs your fidget from your desk and place it in your hand, or sometimes he'll lean over you and allow you to play with his sweater.

He talks softly and calmly, he does know kinder and softer words of reassurance help.

Sometimes all you want to do is hug Simon under the warmth of your weighted blanket, his arms wrapped around you like mountains compressing you from all angles.

And sometimes Simon will shut the door, lay you on your back and lay the weighted blanket just above the bend in the bottom of your spine. If you want a fidget toy he'll get you one to distract your hands while he runs soothing motions along your muscles, feeling them relax and contract. He plays white Noise in the background for you, or he'll give you his phone so you can watch soap cutting videos or other visually satisfying things.

"How are you doing?" He whispers near your ear, thumbs rubbing over your stomach and up around your back to cup your shoulder blades. "Look at it." You flip the phone to show a satisfying paint video. "Oh, that's a cool one isn't it?" You nod and go back to watching it.

Wherever Simon got so good at doing massages, you would not change it for the world. You've expressed before how nice they feel and how they calm you down. And Simon continues to do them.

Simon always makes sure that when you're over stimulated you have something to do with your hands. Again, if you want to play with his hoodie he'll stay with you so you can. If you want to run your hands through his hair, he's become comfortable enough to allow it.

"What are you doing up there?" He asks with a smile. You hum, combing your fingers through the short hair of his nape and up into the longer locks. "Soft." You express the feeling over your fingertips. "Yeah? I did shower." "I like your hair."

The occasional times you go nonverbal and are unsure how to express your needs, Simon will pull out a few toys and just crawl up next to you. He holds out his hoodie strings and comb his fingers through your hair.

He lays next to you, holding up one of the fidget toys. You gently take it and allow your fingers to move over it. Simon stays, fingers moving to drift through your scalp. You abandon the toy quicker than he expected and reach for his hoodie. "Oh you want this?" He smiles and moves closer so you can play with the strings of his hoodie.

Simon knows that you are incredibly passionate about what makes you happy. He often bugs you that you never shut up, but he knows you love it. One time when you both couldn't sleep early on the morning, Simon made you both tea and sat silently while you went on for nearly four hours about the lore of your favorite game/movie/TV show. He'd add little key points and poke out certain details, which would lead you down a detailed side rant before coming back to wrap everything up. The conversations would ring you dry of information. Simon would be lying if he said he didn't like it when you info dumped on him.

It was one of your ways you expressed your love. Sharing these things that made you so incredibly happy and Simon wanted to be a part of that.

Simon is still learning, and honestly he's very happy to learn. Sometimes he gets things right and sometimes he doesn't. But he is always here to make sure you get the care and provision you need. Whether it's taking a step back or a step in.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can I get 16 and 19 with charlie

16. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ + 19. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 2/7

This is my first time writing for Charlie, please don't let this flop. He is not as popular as the other Ghostfaces, but I'm a sucker for horror movie nerds

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Kirby shifted beside you, trying to not fall asleep as the movie continued playing on the TV. ‘’When this one ends, I’m going home. I promised myself I would never watch this monstrosity again, but here we are.’’ She took the almost empty bowl of popcorn to keep herself busy and awake. 

The Curse of Michael Myers wasn’t the best of the franchise, but it was part of it and you were doing a Halloween marathon. 

‘’What? Come on, Kirby. It’s not even midnight!’’ you protested, not wanting her to leave yet. ‘’The next one if H20. It has its flaws, but it also has Jamie Lee Curtis going after Michael with an axe.’’

Kirby hesitated, clearly torn. ‘’I don’t know…’’ 

‘’And you promised to drive me home,’’ you reminded her. ‘’I don’t want to leave yet. We have at least two more to go.’’ 

‘’Four if we include the Rob Zombie remakes,’’ Charlie chimed in from the armchair.

You almost forgot those two. 

‘’I’m not sitting through four more movies. My ass is starting to meld with this couch,’’ the blonde grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch, but at least it was bigger than Robbie’s. The last time you tried to have a movie night at his house, three people had to sit on the floor. 

‘’I can walk you home if you want?’’ Charlie offered, secretly not wanting you to leave yet.

When the movie ended, Charlie went to the kitchen for drinks while you were switching the DVDs. He had a hefty collection above the television, which you were slightly jealous of. He even owned expensive collector pieces — counting a Jigsaw puppet —, but they were upstairs in his bedroom. 

‘’Did you set it up?’’ Charlie asked, returning to the living room. 

You hummed, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your lap. It wasn’t cold, but you liked the feeling of it on your skin. 

Charlie handed you your drink and went to sit back on the armchair, you stopped him. ‘’You don’t have to sit all the way there, Kirby’s spot is free.’’ 

Without thinking it through, Charlie sat beside you, momentarily forgetting that he gets sweaty and nervous when he’s close to you. God, he felt like such a loser. 

The movie started, and the familiar Halloween theme music echoed through the speakers. 

Toward the middle of the movie, you were both quoting the movie and laughing. It wasn’t your first time seeing it. Nor your second. 

Although you had been in the same friend group since Sophomore year, it was rare that you were hanging out alone with Charlie. He and Robbie were inseparable, and you tended to spend most of your time with Kirby and Olivia. Outside of your passion for horror movies, you didn’t have much in common. You weren’t even from the social scale at school. 

Absent-mindedly, you had moved closer to him. You didn’t know when or how, but Charlie, on the other hand, did notice and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth radiating from your body beside him. He could smell the faintest notes of your perfume, making him realize that if he was close enough to kiss you. But he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, trying to quiet his thoughts.

‘’She’s going after him!’’ You grabbed Charlie’s arm in excitement as you watched Jamie Lee break the glass and take the axe. ‘’Go Laurie! Chop his head off!’’ you said at the screen despite already knowing what will happen. 

Charlie's gaze flickered between you and the TV, savoring the moments in your company. When would he get another night like this?

‘’There’s no way he can return after that.’’ 

‘’Yet he does,’’ Charlie said as the credits rolled in. ‘’They briefly explain in Resurrection that Laurie killed the wrong person on Halloween night, thinking it was Michael Myers. It was a paramedic. Personally, I think that’s farfetched. They should have let him die.’’

You twisted your torso to look at Charlie. ‘’But that’s the thing with Michael. He always comes back.’’ 

‘’I actually have a theory about that,’’ Charlie began, leaning closer to you as if sharing a secret. ‘’It’s the mask that makes him impossible to kill. Have you noticed that he always wears it when they proclaim him as ‘dead’? It’s probably cursed or something. That’s how he keeps surviving. They should take his mask off, and then chop his head.’’ 

‘’Like Jason and the Crystal lake? They always dump him back in the lake when he dies,’’ you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Charlie grinned. ‘’Exactly!’’ 

He should get up and switch the DVD, but his eyes glanced down at your pink lips, looking soft and inviting. Charlie knew the outcome wouldn’t be the one he dreamed about, but he leaned in anyway, his lips drawing closer to yours. But before they could touch, you pulled back to dodge his kiss. 

‘’Charlie…’’ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Embarrassment rushed through his body, his gaze dropping to the floor knowing that things would never be quite the same after this. ‘’Eh, sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have known.’’ He shook his head, forcing a laugh. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is…’’

Awkwardness filled the room, neither of you speaking for several minutes.  

‘’I…I’m gonna go switch the movie.’’ 

Left alone on the couch, you bit your bottom lip. Why didn’t you let him kiss you? You dodged his kiss by pure instinct. Because Charlie was different from the guys you dated, but different isn't always bad. You had a great time tonight in his company. He was sweet, caring, and you liked how passionate he was about the things he loved. 

Your eyes watched him carefully put the movie back into its case and take out the next. His movements were slower, dreading to return to his seat. 

‘’Charlie?’’ 

‘’Do you want another drink? Or popcorn? I could go make another round of popcorn—’’

‘’Charlie,’’ you repeated. ‘’Just come sit.’’ 

He pressed the button to slide the DVD back in the player, then returned to the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the embarrassment of his failed attempt at a kiss. He wanted the cushions to swallow him like they did to Glen in Nightmare on Elm street. 

‘’Charlie, I'm sorry I pulled away earlier,’’ you began softly, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

‘’It’s fine,’’ he brushed off, grabbing the remote and pressing ‘play’.

‘’It’s not.’’ You shifted to sit sideways, trying to get Charlie’s attention. ‘’Can we try it again? I want to change the ending.’’ 

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and hope swirling in them. ‘’What?’’ 

‘’Kiss me.’’

Air got stuck in Charlie’s throat. No way you were being serious. ‘’You’re fucking with me…’’ 

You cupped the back of his neck and leaned in slowly. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you,’’ you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as you looked into his blue eyes. ‘’You just…took me by surprise.’’ 

Unlike in his dreams, Charlie didn't wake up, you pressed your lips against his.

You tried to keep the kiss soft and controlled, but Charlie wanted more. His hand found your hips, gently gripping them as he slipped his tongue past your lips, no longer interested in watching the movie that just began. You let your hands wander from his shoulder to his hair, pulling at the roots and eliciting sweet noises from him. He clung to you for dear life, air escaping his lungs and soon finding himself out of breath, but he couldn’t stop kissing you. You were like a drug, and he wanted more.

‘’No,’’ Charlie whined when you broke the kiss. He attempted to chase after your lips, but you kissed along his jawline, nipping and nibbling a trail from his ear down the column of his neck. ‘’Aah, fuck.’’ 

You smiled against his skin, loving how responsive he was.  

Grabbing at the front of his unbuttoned plaid shirt, you pulled him with you as you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Charlie settled into your widespread legs, shifting so he wouldn’t press his whole body weight on you. 

‘’See, sometimes the nerd does get the hot girl.’’ 

—

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[writeroutoftime]

benedict bridgerton blurb

pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader (requested by @obsessed-oops)

summary: BELATED valentine's day blurb based on “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” - When Harry Met Sally

a/n: definitely taking inspiration from "an offer from my gentleman" and made the reader not from the ton. this feels rather rushed, but I was trying to keep it a 'blurb' and get it posted since it has been so delayed. anyway, please enjoy and have a fabulous day!

oOoOo

Benedict had been in a mood all morning, sulking and sighing to himself as the rest of his family broke their fast together. Though he tried his best to hide it, there was little that could get past his mother and all seven of his siblings' watchful eyes.

"What has got you all in a twist this morning?" Eloise probed with furrowed eyebrows.

He simply offered her a stern glare before going back to pushing his breakfast around his plate like a small child. He was not about to share with his entire family that he had gotten into an argument with you - his secret romance - and how he was positive you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"Nothing that concerns you. If you'll excuse me." he muttered, pushing his chair back rather harshly before exiting the dining room.

Before he could leave entirely, his mother's voice stopped Benedict in his tracks. "Benedict, do not deny yourself the chance to be happy. Follow your heart and it will never lead you astray." she offered with a warm and knowing smile. How was it that nothing escaped her notice?

It took a moment, but Violet's words washing over him and soon enough Benedict burst out of Bridgerton House, and ran down the streets, pushing himself to run further and faster. He knew he must look a spectacle to the rest of the ton, and Lady Whistledown would most certainly comment on it in her next column. Despite all that, all that Benedict could focus on was you and being with you for the rest of his life.

He knocked rapidly at your door, heart threatening to burst out of his chest with each second that passed without you opening the door. When you finally appeared before him, Benedict sighed with relief.

"Benedict!" you gasped. "What are you doing here? What if somebody saw you? And why are you breathing so heavily?" you questioned, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind you.

"I've been an idiot, y/n." Benedict admitted the moment he caught his breath. "I'm sorry for my words and my actions. I have hurt you when I vowed to myself I would never."

Shifting on your feet, you crossed your arms. "Well thank you for the apologize, Mr. Bridgerton. But you ran all the way across town just to tell me what I already knew?" you probed, not willing to give in so easily.

To his credit, Benedict looked rather ashamed before he continued on. "No, I came here because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” he confessed.

Your breath hitched at his words, but you reigned yourself in before you could get too caught up in the romance of it all. "Last night you made it quite clear that the only association between us would be behind closed doors and under the cover of the night. What changed?"

"I let my fears of what the ton would say about me, about us, I admit that. But I don't care, y/n. Someone helped to remind that I need to allow myself to be happy and follow my heart." he explained before dropping to one knee and taking your hand.

"I know this is not the grandest of proposals, but what do you say, darling? Will you give me another chance and stay by my side through whatever comes our way, the rest of our lives?" he asks, smiling nervously up at you.

There would be so many reasons to say no. To push him away and argue that it would never work between the two of you. But, like Benedict put it, you knew you needed to allow yourself to be happy. So, there was nothing you could say but, "Yes!"

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

---

ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

[sunny44]

Marriage (Part 8)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex fiancée!reader Mason Mount x Fiancée!reader

Warnings: fights and that’s it

Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.

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I didn't have the courage to take the test.

It had been two days since the event, and I sat on the bed, staring at a pregnancy test kit, trying to gather the courage to use it.

Mason was at training, and despite being invited by Red Bull and wanting to avoid Max, Mason's media team insisted that attending the Monaco GP would be good for his image.

That was the reason for our trip.

I used the opportunity when I needed to pee and took the test. Once done, I put it back in the box and tossed it into my bedside table.

I spent the day working to distract myself. I only realized it was evening when I felt a kiss on my forehead.

"Been here all day?" he asked.

"Yeah, had a lot of work," I replied.

"Have you eaten?"

"I only noticed the time because you arrived," I said. He chuckled and kissed my forehead again.

"Well, then I'll get something for us to eat, and you stay right there."

I continued working until he left, only stopping when he returned and we had dinner.

After we finished, we went to the bedroom. I took a shower while he got ready to sleep.

"Love, can I borrow your charger? Can't find mine." he asked.

"Sure, it's in my bedside table, first drawer." I shouted back.

After drying my hair, doing my skincare and getting dressed, I went to the room. Mason was sitting on the bed with a paper in hand and a displeased expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Mind explaining what this is?" He stood up and practically threw the paper at me.

It was the letter.

I took a deep breath, realizing Mason had found the letter. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with unspoken tension.

"Mason, I..." I began, but he interrupted.

"Just explain what the hell this is." he insisted, eyes fixed on the letter.

I walked over, took the paper, and glanced at the content. I hadn't read it since he handed it to me. It probably contained words and apologies Max wanted me to know, and my heart raced.

"It's a letter." I stated the obvious, trying to buy time to gather my thoughts.

"I can see that." he replied with a touch of frustration. "But it's a letter apologizing and also a letter saying he still loves you."

Taking another deep breath, I decided to be honest.

"Max wrote this letter to me some time ago."

"How long ago?"

"Do you remember when I told you I became friends with Lando?" He nodded. "We hung out that time because he insisted on introducing me to his best friends that ended up being Max and Daniel."

"What does that have to do with the letter?" He asked, frustrated.

"After the party that he introduced us he talked to Lando about what happened. He made him help him meet me to apologize. So, he said he wrote this letter and handed it to me, but I didn't have the courage to open it."

"And why did you keep it?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe one day I'd have the courage to read it and that’s why I kept it. Perhaps I felt I needed a reminder of how things were before."

His expression changed from frustration to anger.

"You kept a letter from your ex in our house? Are you serious?"

"I was unsure what to do with it and couldn't bring myself to throw it away, so I kept it. It's a piece of the past I kept hidden."

"Why hide it, then? Why keep secrets from me?" Mason's frustration grew. "You lied again about this. Not long ago, you argued with me for defending you and then you do this, keeping his things."

"I thought I could handle it on my own. I didn't want to burden you with my past." I explained.

He sighed, clearly upset.

"Y/n, we promised transparency. Keeping something like this from me... hurts."

"I'm sorry, Mason. I should have told you about this and I know this now." I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.

"But it's always going to be like this, isn't it? You lie to me about him, and it makes me think you still love him even after he left you at the altar like an idiot," he said angrily. "You were supposed to tell me about him years ago and then when I found out on the internet I’ve try to be cool with it because I saw how much it hurts you, even if I was angry that you e lied to me. And now this, im your fiancé and u was supposed to be the one you trust to tell me this things but apparently lying to me it’s easier for you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I honestly don't know if I can still do this."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know if I can marry you." I felt tears fill my eyes. "I don't know if I can marry someone who lies to me."

"Mason, I..."

"I need some time." He left the room, leaving me there alone.

Bonus scene!

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[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter,” 22

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 21

You just rolled your eyes at him and handed him the clothes you were holding. "Just wear these on. Let me know if it fits." You simply said and walked away.

Katsuki only raised an eyebrow.

Deep inside, you were exploding. His body was built by gods. All the biceps and the muscles, the thin waist, and the scars add up to his look.

But Y/n just shook her head to erase those thoughts and headed straight to her kitchen. She was still clueless about the kiss.

Does that mean Katsuki feels something for her? Does he like her? What made him fancy someone like her? So simple like her? Compared to him, you're a civilian who knows nothing but to teach and raise a kid.

You don't even know what to think anymore. Why? Because you don't want to hurt yourself. You basically don't want to assume and yet here you are, jumping to one thing and another.

---

"I didn't expect you to come so I only prepared dinner for myself." You said as you placed a bowl of hot noodles in front of him, along with two pieces of cheese bread. "I'm sorry. This is all I got for now."

"I came unexpectedly. Don't apologize," Katsuki said while watching you putting all the food on the table.

“Very unexpected, if you ask me.” You mumbled as you sat down in front of him. “Thank you for the food.” You said and started digging in.

Katsuki was staring at you though. More like watching. He was watching you enjoy hot noodles. Of course, it’s the perfect food for when it’s raining.

You noticed him watching you though. You looked at him and blinked. “Don’t you like the food?” You asked after swallowing the food. “I’m sorry, I-,”

“I said stop apologizing.” Katsuki tsked and starts slurping the noodles.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of thunder, television, chewing and slurping can be heard. Once done, you were surprised when Katsuki brought the bowls and utensils to the kitchen sink and even started washing.

“K-katsuki!” You stuttered as you called out. “What are you doing?!” You basically almost yelled while hurrying to his side.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Katsuki said in a ‘isn’t it obvious tone.’

“I- what?” You blinked. “Nevermind that. Why are you doing that? You’re a guest!” You said slightly scowling. You tried pushing him away from the sink, but he won’t budge.

“I won’t be, after what happened.” He simply said and was about to rinse the dishes.

This made you remember what happened earlier. The kiss.

“Cat got your tongue?” Katsuki smirked when he never heard you utter a word.

“I don’t want t-to talk about it.” You blushed, looking away.

“I hope that implies that I like you and wanted you to be my girlfriend,” His voice suddenly went serious while focusing on rinsing.

“E-eh?” You stuttered, once again.

“Can you stop that? Fucking reminds me of Deku.” Katsuki tsked. “And I’m serious.” Kastuki added.

“I know you are.” You quietly responded. “But aren’t you going to ask me out?” You added quietly.

Unfortunately, he heard it. “I’m fucking desperate to fix things with you.” He spoke. “Hell, I’m not even thinking straight. I just went with what I feel right.” While speaking, he paused on his movement to look at you.

The way he looked at you took your breath away. It was different from the way he looked at you before. Those aren’t the eyes who used to glare at you whenever you tried cooking dinner at his home. This right here is genuine.

You were speechless.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you out after my shift.” Katsuki simply said. “I’ll leave Kazui with mom.”

“Can I have a say in here?”

---

You're anxious. It's been a while since you've been on a date. Heck, you can't even remember when it was.

Your co-teachers are asking if you've been feeling okay and that you're acting weird. Who wouldn't be? Dynamight just messaged you he'll pick you up after his shift. Hell, he will intentionally go to Kazui's echo, not because he needs to pick up Kazui, but because he'll pick you up.

And due to how anxious you are, you actually had a hard time picking up what to wear this morning. You wanted to look casual yet elegant. Why? Because you're going on a date with the number 2 hero and you want to look presentable because you know that cameras will be about. So here you are, wearing a dark green over-knee dress along with two-inch black wedge heels.

Your day went on smoothly as you taught, guided, and watched your students. Some even commented that you look extra beautiful today which flatters you. Until the class ended. Kids bid you goodbye as they departed the building, on their way to their parents who were waiting for them outside the school.

Your heart was thumping rapidly. Your eyes are scrutinizing around you, searching for the familiar vehicle which thankfully there's none yet.

After waving goodbye to the students, you went back to your homeroom where you saw Kazui fixing his things.

"Kazui-chan." You called out.

Kazui looked at you, blinking curiously. “Yes, Miss Y/n?” He asked.

“U-um.” You stuttered. “Do you know who will be picking you up today?” You asked as you fixed your things as well.

“Well, papa said Uncle Eiji will drop me off at Grandma since he said he’ll be busy,” Kazui explained, finally zipping close his bag.

‘Then I guess the date is canceled?’ You thought to yourself.

“Miss Y/N?” Kazui called you out.

“Oh!” You internally slap yourself and look back to Kazui. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Are you and Papa okay now?” Kazui asked.

This caught you off guard of course. You didn’t expect him to be this observant, especially between Katsuki and you. “W-we’re always okay. Why do you ask?” You lied.

“You never visit us anymore.” Kazui pouted. “I only see you here at school but not in our home anymore.. I-I thought Papa and you had an argument.”

“Kazui-chan..” You mumbled and went closer to Kazui, kneeling. You gently touched his cheek and brushed your thumb, caressing him gently. “You don’t need to worry about us.” You smiled.

“Tomorrow, I’ll visit you, would you like that?”

Kazui suddenly beamed. “Really?!”

You giggled seeing his reaction. “Yes, sweetie.”

“Yay!!”

Part 23

...

This is very short and this is the only day I am available. I don't know when I'll be able to update again but I'll do my best! Thank you all for your patience!

[ellaa-writes]

Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader

Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.

Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂

Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—

Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️

Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.

It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.

Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.

Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.

"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.

"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.

"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.

"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.

"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.

"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.

"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."

"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.

" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.

"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.

"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.

"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.

"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.

"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.

[remcycl333]

STATES FAQ

the most frequently asked questions about states and the law of assumption, all in one place!

Q: is states a method?

A: no! states is not a method. you can't decide that you don't want to use states, because you are always in a state no matter what!

Q: what do i do if i can't imagine?

A: everyone can imagine!! imagination ≠ visualization. even if you have aphantasia (like me) and can't see images in your mind, you can still imagine! you can imagine in words, sounds, feelings, even smells!

imagination: the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses.

Q: how do you "feel it to be real"?

A: think about how it would feel to have your desire! maybe you'd feel calm, relief, excitement, contentedness, peace, etc. this is the feeling you're looking for. now, whenever you do methods, such as visualization, affirming, scripting, etc, your goal is to conjure this feeling! that is how you feel it real: you feel how you'd feel if you already had it.

note: you don't have to feel it real every single time you enter the state of the wish fulfilled!

Q: what if I have a lot of desires I want to fulfill at once? do I imagine all of them being in the wish fulfilled state or should I focus on one after another? I am also worried since I don't really remember all of my desires by heart.

A: i'm sure we're all familiar with the idea of blanket affirmations such as "i have everything i want." it's just like that! embody the state of being someone who has everything they want, or the state of having your dream life!

your subconscious is super smart, so it remembers every one of your desires even if your conscious mind doesn't! if you want to write a list of all your desires down, you can do that! or you can script a scene that implies you have all of these desires if that's a method you'd prefer! if you want to focus on them separately, you can do that too!

every time you've noticed you've fallen out of the state of having everything you want (negative thoughts are indicators of that) shift back to your desired state!

Q: how long should it take on average to receive your desire in the 3d after your state has changed?

A: as soon as the state of the wish fulfilled becomes your dwelling state, it will manifest into your 3d! sadly there's no set time on how long it takes for a state to become your dwelling state. it depends on you! to make sure your desired state becomes your dwelling state as fast as possible, make sure you're returning to your desired state every time you notice you've fallen out of it!

Q: how do you know if you're in sabbath/what is sabbath?

A: being in the sabbath state basically just means that you know your desire is yours and you've accepted it as a FACT that its yours! and now you don't feel the need to do anything to get it bc you know you already have it. or for some people you feel like you don't even want your desire anymore, even though you know you do!

it's kinda like when you want a new phone really bad, and then once you get it, after a while it just feels normal for you to have it. you no longer want it really badly, because you already have it. even though you still love your phone and are happy you have it, you're used to it! you don't feel like you need to do anything to get this phone anymore, because it's already yours! that's basically what the sabbath state feels like!

Q: how do i get over the feeling that i have to monitor my every thought?

A: i went through this too! what really helped me was allowing myself to think of other things. so whenever i'd doubt or begin to overthink, i'd just reassure myself i already had my desire and there was nothing i needed to do, and then make myself think of something else. monitoring my thoughts had become a habit, so i broke it by allowing (even forcing) myself to think of other things!

Q: tips on doubts/overthinking?

A: what helps me the most is to remind myself that my desire is already mine in the 4D, no matter what thoughts pop up in my conscious mind. your thoughts don't manifest, so your doubts won't manifest either unless you dwell in them.

something else i've always done--which might be a little unconventional idk--is tell myself that the only reason im having doubts or overthinking is because im sooo close to manifesting my desire and my conscious mind knows that and is trying to sabotage me. is this actually what's happening? prob not but i just tell myself it is (thoughts don't manifest so it doesn't matter if i think this) and let it the idea motivate me to get back on track. you don't have to do this, but i am very used to the idea of self-sabotaging myself, so by explaining it to myself like this makes it easier for me to continue persisting,

also, don't expect to be perfect at manifesting right away! the more you continue to go back to the state of the wish fulfilled, the easier and easier it will get. you will notice less and less doubts pop up! don't let the fact that you get doubts prevent you from trying! it;s like learning how to ride a bike: you fall off every other second whenever you start, but with time and practice, you start to be able to stay on the bike longer and longer. eventually, it's smooth sailing and you never fall!! but if you had given up the first few times you fell off, you wouldn't have gotten to the good part!

Q: how do I know if I am stuck in the state of lack?

A: you're never stuck in any state, that state is just your dwelling state. and you know the state of lack is your dwelling state because the thoughts that naturally enter your day about your desire are negative! you can easily shift to another state, you're not stuck in any one state!

Q: do i have to visualize?

A: nope! visualization is simply a method. it's not a requirement at all!

Q: what is the difference between dominant thoughts and states?

A: the definition of the law of assumption if you look it up on google: The Law of Assumption is a means of manifesting desires by having a state of mind and the feeling that those desires, wishes, and aspirations have been fulfilled. Neville Goddard (who introduced this law), explains that achieving the desired goal has everything to do with your state of mind rather than mere action.

the definition of the law of attraction on google: The law of attraction is a philosophy suggesting that positive thoughts bring positive results into a person's life, while negative thoughts bring negative outcomes.

in the law of assumption, your state is what manifests. it's what Neville has always taught. once again, let's revisit this Neville quote: “You do not command things to appear by your words or loud affirmations. Such vain repetition is more often than not confirmation of the opposite. Decreeing is ever done in consciousness. That is; every man is conscious of being that which he has decreed himself to be.”

basically, you can repeat an affirmation (or thought) five thousand times a day, but if you haven't changed your dwelling state, it's not going to matter.

affirmations are for your conscious mind. your subconscious responds to feeling, not to thoughts or images or actions. you can repeat affirmations to help soothe yourself and assure yourself you have your desire. and you can also use them to create the feeling of the wish fulfilled within yourself. you can use all methods to create this feeling. they're not what gets you into the state, but they can help you maintain the state.

Q: is state another name for feeling of wish fulfilled? and if it is, why is it called states now because Neville has literally sworn by the fact that all one need to manifest desires is the feeling of wish fulfilled?

A: Neville has always said you need to get into the STATE of mind of someone who already has your desire. aka the STATE of the WISH FULFILLED. the wish fulfilled is a state, just like there's a state of lack. when you have the feeling of the wish fulfilled, you are in the state of the wish fulfilled. and this will manifest once it becomes your dwelling state

Q: how is ignoring an opposing the thought the same as shifting back to TSOTWF?

A: as i've described in my posts about states, you enter a state by intention. so if you notice an opposing thought pop up and you decide to ignore it bc it's not what u want, you are intending to shift back to the state where you do have your desire. you are ignoring that thought because you don't want to identify with it, and the reason you don't identify with it is because you want to opposite of it. so intention can really be as small and simple as that!

Q: is it normal that at first i can't hold the state for a long time?

A: yeah! don't force yourself to hold the state for long periods of time, it's not necessary! it's really about which state you go back to the most frequently, not how long you can hold a state!

Q: when i enter my desired state, i don't naturally have thoughts that i have my desire. does that mean i'm not in the state?

A: don't expect to start naturally having thoughts from the state of the wish fulfilled when you just start manifesting something! the more you shift to your desired state throughout the day, the easier it will get and the longer you will stay in the state. as your desired state becomes your dwelling state, that's when you'll start naturally having thoughts that you would if you already had your desire.

Q: when i shift back to my desired state by reminding myself that i have my desire, i DO NOT feel anything. Is this ok?

A: yeah! when i shift back to my desired state throughout the day, if im in the middle of doing something, i don't feel anything at all! i focus more on the feeling of knowing while im doing methods, to ensure im doing them not to get my desire, but to experience already have it in my 4d! but when you're just quickly shifting yourself back to the state of the wish fulfilled while you're busy doing something else, it's not necessary to feel anything!

Q: how to remain in a state despite 3d showing unwanted reality?

A: it is okay to fall out of the state! you don't have to get into a state and then stay in it until it manifests in order for it to become your dwelling state! you make the state of the wish fulfilled your dwelling state by going back to it more times than you go back to the state of lack. so if something in your 3d make you fall out of the state, that's okay, just shift back into it! don't feel pressure to be in the state 24/7!

Q: how to know if you're truly fulfilled or just in a good mood but still in a “lack” state?

A: your state creates your thoughts, so if you're still in the state of lack, you will have opposing thoughts about your desire! you wouldn't be able to have "good" thoughts about your desire if you weren't in the state of the wish fulfilled!

Q: how to consistently satisfy the inner man without seeing it as a step to manifest something into your 3d?

A: don't force yourself to do a method you don't want to do! don't force yourself to visualize the same scene someone else even though it doesn't create any feeling of knowing inside of you and feels like a chore to you. don't repeat affirmations if you don't want to and don't repeat an aff you don't resonate with. do what you think is fun! and do what feels natural to you! by taking the pressure of being perfect off yourself, it's easier to imagine in order to experience, rather than to get it in your 3d.

also if you're just not in the mood to imagine or do a method, don't do it! fulfilling yourself can be as simple as shifting into the state and then going on with your day!

Q: how do i fulfill my imagination without feeling delusional?

A: remember that you can do or be absolutely anything in your imagination! you don't have think that what you see in your 4d is happening right now in your 3d! you just have to know its happening in your 4d, and it clearly is because you are imagining it! your 3d will reflect your 4d, but you don't have to focus on that fact while imagining! imagine to experience, not to get. your imagination is your safe space, you can have anything you want in there, and it's not delusional to imagine yourself as someone who has what you want!

you might be putting too much pressure on imagining, when really it should be fun and natural. remember, your imagining to feel as though your inner man already has it, not to manifest it into your outer world (even though it will naturally do that on its own)!

Q: is it really possible to manifest anything you want?

A: yup! your imagination creates your reality, so if you can imagine something, you can manifest it into your reality!

[its-avalon-08]

hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p9

chapter 9: don't let your guard down

warnings - none at all

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As the warmth of the coffee spread through them, so did the conversation. They delved back into their childhood, sharing forgotten memories with easy laughter. Lewis spoke of his surprise and (secretly) delight when Y/N began showing up at his and Nico's racing practice sessions, her bright personality a welcome change to their competitive intensity.

Y/N, in turn, confessed her childhood crush on him, a secret she'd harbored for years. "I used to sneak peeks at you during races," she admitted with a blush, "just waiting around with cold bottles of water and hoping you'd notice me cheering you on from the stands."

Lewis chuckled, a genuine smile warming his features. "Believe me, I noticed." He felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest

The conversation grew more serious as they touched upon the rift between Lewis and Nico. Y/N listened intently as Lewis spoke of the crushing pressure to win, the constant need to prove himself. "It's frightening. I turned into a totally different person and I wasn't able to recognize myself after everything with-with.. Nico," Lewis's voice broke towards the end truly giving away how hurt he was. He admitted his fear of commitment, not just on the track but in his personal life.

"Dating is… complicated," Lewis confessed, running a hand through his hair. "There's never enough time, and the fear of failing… it spills over into everything. I am not able to enjoy the simple things like movie nights because I'm always checking my phone to see if Toto sent me something. I forget anniversaries because I'm occupied with all the other overwhelming things."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "I totally get it," she said softly. "I had a serious relationship a few years ago with this guy called Aaron. We were together for a year but it crashed and burned because of his.. inability to stay away from his ex's bed. We just weren't right for each other. I wanted my career and he wanted someone who stayed at home and didn't travel as much. I just could never be that person for him."

A shadow crossed Lewis's face. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay," Y/N forced a smile. "I learned a lot from it, mostly that I deserve someone who can be honest and true."

Suddenly, a playful glint returned to her eyes. "Speaking of which, I'm actually seeing someone casually right now. It keeps the pressure off from being permanently held to someone and just allows me to have a fun time. Just to keep things interesting, you know?"

Lewis's smile faltered, a flicker of something akin to jealousy crossing his features. He quickly masked it, but Y/N caught the shift in his demeanor.

"Oh," he said, his voice a touch colder. "That's… nice. yeah, that's good."

The conversation stalled, a heavy silence settling between them. Y/N's phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was her brother calling. Her face paled considering she had just spent over an hour talking to Nico's rival.

"Well," she said, standing up. "This has been… nice. Unexpected, but nice. I should probably get going."

Lewis rose as well, a strange mixture of emotions swirling within him. "Yeah, of course. See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah," she echoed, feeling the awkwardness return. "Bye, Lew- Lewis." She corrected herself from muttering his nickname. Lewis noticed and he felt his heart freeze.

With a mumbled goodbye, Y/N exited the apartment, leaving Lewis alone with the lingering scent of her vanilla perfume and a tangled web of emotions. He watched her disappear down the hallway, a strange ache settling in his chest. He hadn't expected her to be seeing someone, and the realization stung more than he cared to admit.

Lewis sank back into the chair, the worn leather a stark reminder of a simpler time. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to rebuild the bridges that had been burned. But first, he had to confront his own fears, both on and off the track. As the afternoon sun streamed through the window, Lewis knew his journey to redemption had just begun.

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[detydia]

Imagine Dean Winchester x You

When you don't feel beautiful.

One evening, while sitting on the porch and gazing at the stars, you seemed lost in your thoughts. Dean noticed the distant look in your eyes and the faint hint of sadness that seemed to cloud your usual cheerfulness.

"Hey," he said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You turned to him, your smile a little forced. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?" Dean asked, concern evident in his voice.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking softly. "It's silly, really. I just… I don't always feel beautiful, you know?"

Dean's brows furrowed, genuine confusion in his eyes. "What are you talking about? You're gorgeous."

A small, self-deprecating chuckle escaped your lips. "Dean, come on. I know you're just saying that."

He shifted on the porch swing to face you directly, his expression serious. "I'm not just saying that. I mean it."

Your gaze met his, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was moments like these that made your heart swell. You sighed softly, your shoulders relaxing.

"I appreciate it, Dean. But sometimes, I look at myself and I just don't see it."

He reached over, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're way too hard on yourself, you know that?"

You gave him a wry smile. "Well, I'm a woman. We tend to be our own worst critics."

Dean let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to be. You're beautiful inside and out. And it's not just about your looks. It's your spirit, your personality, the way you light up a room when you walk in."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?"

Dean shrugged, a small grin playing on his lips. "Just callin' it like I see it."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and comfort. "Thanks, Dean. I needed to hear that."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Anytime. And just remember, I'm always here to remind you how amazing you are."

[ilici]

homecoming.

Summary: Y/N gets noticed by the football team the week of homecoming by how she dresses.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degrading, unsafe sex, thigh riding, some surprises.

Word Count: 8439

inspired by amaranthbb & slapnap’s anons.

shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.

Color Code:

Green - Dream

Blue - George

Orange - Sapnap

Purple - Karl

Yellow - Punz

Pink - Reader

Red - Third Person

(Pink) I looked down at my phone, sighing deeply when the group-chat continuously kept spamming. I wasn’t able to even keep up with what they were saying, when there was only four of us in it, counting myself. Finally, they stopped texting and I scrolled up rereading everything.

"Homecoming is this week?"

I asked myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. I had completely forgot about it. I had seen all the flyers and posters scattered around the college all last week.

Shaking my head, I bite my lip in thought. This was the week everyone got to dress up in honor of the school and mainly to support the football team.

"This basically is just everyone showing their support to the football team in a span of five days."

Groaning, I sit down on the couch looking up at the ceiling. They posted the dressing schedule for the week. I think to myself, pulling up the College website. Looking for the schedule, I find it and scoff.

Monday - Favorite Fictional Character

Tuesday - College Colors

Wednesday - Sports Day

Thursday - Favorite Celebrity

Friday - Pajama Day

"Friday is probably my favorite." I muttered, tossing my phone down and groaning.

Looking around, I walked over to my closet and scanned through the clothes I had hung up, finding none of them appealing. Looking through the clothes, attempting to find some that looked somewhat like a fictional characters outfit.

"Oh I forgot I had this."

Frowning I grabbed the hanger that held a green dress, and looked it up and down feeling the soft fabric.

"I may have my green wig somewhere around here."

I place the dress down on the bed, thinking about where the wig could be.

"I wore this two years ago on Halloween, I know it's somewhere in here hell."

---

(Green) "Are people seriously dressing up for this shit?"

Karl looked over at me like I had three heads, "Obviously it's their one chance to get away with wearing whatever they want." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're saying that because you're dressed as fucking Gandalf."

Sapnap spoke up from the other side of the locker room, and I just chuckled rubbing the back of my neck. Leaning back against the cool lockers, letting them cool down my sweaty back.

"My outfit has nothing to do with this conversation."

He grumbled, looking away embarrassed. Punz snorted and sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

Grimacing, I slightly push him away as he was also sweaty.

"Get off me you fuck."

I groan out, scrunching my face up in disgust. "Chill dude, you've been pissy all practice." Punz glared, removing his arm from my shoulders.

"Yeah, because I had to see all these girls dressed up as characters that wore horrendous clothes."

"There was someone who caught my eye though." Sapnap said, as he walked over towards us finally.

"Another one of your side chicks?" George asked, and Sapnap flipped him off.

"No, someone. I don't know her name but she was dressed up as Fubuki from One Punch Man."

He reasoned, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you noticed her, she was dressed as one of your favorite anime characters."

George said, laughing and Sapnap punched him in the arm.

"Shut up, and fuck off." Sapnap said in an awful British accent.

George just shrugged and rummaged through his locker, while Karl put his fake beard back on.

"We still have four more days of this torture."

Scoffing, I flipped Punz off for reminding me.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna try and figure her name out."

Looking up, I gave Sapnap a blank stare, "You do you."

---

(Purple) Looking at my phone, I scroll through the groupchat.

"Fuck, watch where you're going damn."

I hear a feminine voice say, and I look up seeing a girl dressed in black and green on the floor glaring up at a guy who seemed oblivious.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I asked, reaching out my hand which she lightly slapped away and lifted herself up dusting herself off.

"I'm fine no thanks to fuckface over there."

She said, using her thumb to point to the guy who was now half way through the hallway.

"Nice outfit."

I complimented, and she looked down and smiled a bit.

"Thanks, it was the only stuff I had that matched the school colors."

She said, and I grinned looking her up and down.

"Well, I like the two different knee-high socks. It looks cool."

She looked down past her black skirt, and readjusted her left sock around her mid thigh.

"Although I'd got to say your shirt is my favorite." I giggled out, looking at her baby Yoda sweatshirt.

"It isn't really mine, it's my roommates. She doesn't know I took it."

Chuckling I shake my head and stick my hand out, "Karl. Nice to meet you."

Grabbing my hand, she shook it, "I know who you are, you're on the football team. I'm Y/N."

---

(Yellow) "This movie sucks." I whisper to George, who only nods in response.

"Punz quiet in my class." The professor lectured, and I bite my tongue.

Scanning the classroom my eyes stopped on someone who was wearing my number.

Elbowing George, I pointed to her and he glared before his eyes followed my finger.

"Who is that and why is she wearing your number?" He whispered.

Shrugging, I looked at her. Only the back of her was visible.

As if she felt our eyes on her, she turned around and looked directly at me and George.

Hitching my breath, George just waved to which she gave him a confused look and turned back around.

"Punz and George please exit my classroom if you aren't going to pay attention."

---

(Blue) Groaning stepping out of my dorm, I cursed under my breath as I opened my umbrella.

"Now is the time I wished I had a car." I complained, walking towards campus.

"Hey isn't that George?"

Hearing my name, I looked around for the person who said it. Stopping I saw the girl from yesterday with two other girls. They seemed to be whispering between each other, but she looked uninterested as she continued walking towards campus.

"Hey George."

Blinking out of thought, I realized the two others were now in front of me.

"Uh hey." I said, looking between them and the girl.

"We were wondering--"

"Hold that thought I gotta go."

I rushed out, stepping around them and jogging to catch up with her.

"You're the guy who was staring at me yesterday."

I heard her say. I realized she turned around when she heard quick footsteps coming her way.

Blinking not knowing what to say, I open my mouth yet nothing came out.

"If you don't have anything to say as a rebuttal, I'd like to continue walking so I can get to class." She said, and I cleared my throat.

"Right. Uhm. Sorry about yesterday my friend and I saw that you were wearing his jersey number."

She nodded, and started walking glancing over her shoulder at me.

Taking that as a sign to follow her, I started walking alongside her.

"It was the only jersey I own, I didn't know it was an actual number for someone on the team as it was 69."

Laughing I shook my head, "Punz fought hard for that number. It took seven calls to coach, a couple boxes of chocolate, and getting on his knees begging."

She looked at me incredulously, "Are you joking?"

Chuckling I nodded.

"He only got on his knees and begged."

She laughed and shook her head, "Tell him I aspire to be as brave and dedicated as him."

"I will."

Smiling and looking down at the wet grass, pavement was soon in my line of vision.

I hadn't realized we made it to campus this quickly.

"Well it was nice talking to you George, I'm Y/N."

Before I could question how she knew my name she walked into the building. I just smiled, realizing she was dressed as Zendaya from the Met Gala.

---

(Orange) As we all walked to practice I saw someone who seemed familiar.

"Yo! That's her."

I said pointing to her, and Dream grabbed my hand pushing it down.

"Don't point it's fucking rude."

He scolded me, and I scoffed.

"Oh, Y/N is the girl that was dressed as Fubuki?"

Karl asked, I looked over at him dumbfounded.

"You know her?"

I asked loudly, and Karl shook his head.

"No, we met a couple days ago though."

"Yeah, I ran into her yesterday, and she also caught Punz staring at her in class."

"She's wearing the wiggles pajama's."

Dream pointed out, and I finally looked at her outfit.

"It looks really comfortable."

He added, and we all just watched her get in her car and leave.

---

(Red) The day of the football game everyone was either nervous or excited. For the students, it was a mix of both. For the players, they were excited.

They were hardly ever nervous, as they always won almost every game.

"Do you think Y/N will be here?"

Sapnap asked, and Punz groaned.

"Dude you haven't shut up about her since you saw her on Monday."

Sapnap shot him a glare and threw his deodorant bottle at him. Dodging it, he flipped Sapnap off while George looked between the two.

"You both are idiots."

Dream said, as he closed his locker looking at Karl who was laying down on one of the benches on his phone.

"Well aren't you at least a little curious if she is going to be here?"

Sapnap asked, and they all groaned.

"If we say yes will you shut the hell up?"

Karl said, and Sapnap frowned while George nudged his shoulder.

"Yes. But it's doubtful I heard Y/N's friends talking about how they were gonna dress and it sounded like Y/N wasn't going to come."

George said, and Dream felt a bit upset about that.

Out of all of them, Dream seemed the most disinterested in her.

---

After the game, they cheered as they beat them. It was a close game, too close for their liking but they still won. As the bleachers started clearing out, the boys ran back into the locker room.

Y/N on the other hand did show up, but she wasn't dressed like she wanted to be there. Her friends dragged her out there, literally.

She was dragged out of bed, and forced into clothes.

"Hey Y/N."

Hearing her name, she looked over and sighed when she saw her uncle calling for her and waving her over.

"Could you take this to the boys."

He said, handing her a clipboard of what looked like things the boys needed to work on.

"Be careful they may be showering so knock or yell to make sure they aren't naked."

Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off.

She regrets ever going to the same college her uncle worked at.

"We'll see you after you get done."

Her friends said, and she just rolled her eyes flipping them off. When she reached the door that led to the locker room, she heard the muffled voices of the boys. Growing curious she pressed her ear to the door, yet to no avail she heard nothing.

'I am already regretting this.' She thought to herself.

Knocking on the door, she heard the muffled voices falter for a second, before she heard footsteps approaching the door. Flinching when the door was jerked open, she cringed when an awful creaking noise was heard.

"Oh hey Y/N."

Remembering the voice, she looked up to match the voice with the face.

"Oh hey, uh.. Punz? Right?" She asked, hesitantly.

Chuckling, the boy nodded.

"That's me." He reassured.

After a deafening silence, and an awkward exchange of eye contact she cleared her throat and brought her hand up.

"Coach wanted me to give this to you."

She finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

Hearing the showers in the background, she figured the rest had left Punz to get the door while they showered.

"Oh thanks."

Blinking back into reality, she nodded finally taking notice that he was shirtless and only a towel was clinging to his hips.

"May I ask why coach sent you of all people?" He asked, eyebrows pinched in confusion.

She scratched the back of her neck, and looked every where but at him.

"It's a long story." She muttered, flustered.

Punz took notice of this quickly, and smirked. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms.

"I've got time."

'Of course you do.' She thought to herself holding back an eye roll.

"Well, to summarize it to save both our time and so you can shower because you reek. Coach is my uncle. I came to this college because he worked here, and I wanted to have a familiar face in a brand new place."

She explained, while Punz cringed at the fact that he got told he smelled awful.

Running his hands through his tousled hair, he nodded.

"Good to know I can't fuck you. Coach would have my head. You're automatically going on the no list." He said, nonchalantly.

Widening her eyes at how open he was, she shook her head.

"Wouldn't want to sleep with you anyways, now shower you fucking smell."

Turning around, she began to walk away as Punz smirked watching her figure.

Looking over her shoulder, she smirked, "Congratulations on the win by the way, tell Dream I said he's hot for scoring the winning point."

Shaking his head, he turned around and shut the door pushing his tongue against the wall of his cheek.

"She's going to fucking pay."

---

(Yellow) Scoffing as I walked into the shower area, everyone turned to look at me.

"Who was at the door?"

Karl asked, and I just groaned.

"Y/N."

Stepping under the water, her words played on repeat in my head.

"Why was she here? What the hell did she want?"

Dream said, bewildered due to the fact she came to the locker room.

"Well, her uncle sent her."

"Who the fuck is her uncle?" Sapnap asked, now intrigued.

"Coach."

Was all I said, and they all snapped their heads to me.

"Dude. Do you know how bad it would've been if one of us slept with her?"

Karl said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Even more of a reason to fuck her."

I simply said, and Dream scoffed from beside me.

"Why are you scoffing? I basically told her to her face I wouldn't fuck her. Then she turned around and told me to tell you that she thought you were hot for winning the game."

I told him, and he chuckled.

"She's playing a dangerous game."

Dream muttered, and I could only agree.

"If you ask me, I think her being coach's niece is more of a reason to fuck her. It's basically risky. If coach ever found out, he'd make us run till we've thrown up. Then make us run again until we pass out. It's cliche. Almost too perfect."

George spoke up, and Sapnap just agreed by a head nod.

I sighed, after washing up and quickly dried myself off.

"You two go ahead and take that shot. I'm not running till my death."

I bluntly said, and Dream just hit my shoulder.

"Fucking the coach's niece. Doesn't it just sound fun?"

He said, and I groaned.

"Sounds like trouble to me."

"Oh come on, you're always up for a challenge."

Sapnap said, patting my shoulder and I sighed.

"Fuck it."

"But let's make this a bet. Whoever fucks her first wins."

I looked over at Karl, shocked that he was the one who even came up with the idea.

"Alright. You're on."

---

(Orange) "Why did I even agree to that stupid bet."

I muttered under my breath, walking to my morning class.

'Of course, Mrs. Cassidy would have her class at 7 am.' I thought to myself, already tired as I was up all night playing Minecraft with the others.

"Fucking hell Sap, watch where you're going."

That voice instantly took all the grogginess out of me.

'Y/N.'

Realizing what I had done, I accidentally bumped her shoulder causing her to drop whatever she was carrying.

Squatting down to help her pick it up, my eyes widened when I saw that it was her laundry basket.

Some of her clothes were still in there, while others were sprawled across the grass. Getting damp from the morning dew.

"Great. Fucking great. Now I have to rewash some of them."

She complained picking some up.

I simply stared, guilt overcoming my body.

Reaching for pieces of her clothing, I grabbed two shirts, a pair of shorts, four pairs of mated socks, and a pair of her underwear.

She didn't seem too embarrassed at the fact that I was holding her undergarments.

"Thank you." She grunted out.

"You're welcome."

I quickly stammered out.

"I really don't want to put those in with the clean ones, can you carry them to my dorm?"

Seeing her mouth move, I heard nothing.

"Hm?"

I hummed and finally snapped back into reality.

"I said, do you mind carrying those back to the dorm? Since you're the one who caused it in the first place."

Almost jumping to agree, I remembered class.

"I would, but I have to get to Mrs. Cassidy's."

I told her, and she gave me a look.

"You do remember Mrs. Cassidy won't be having class today, and won't have a sub for another two days. Right? She notified everyone through her email that she was delivering her baby."

She said, looking at me as if I were dumb.

"Well, I don't even look at my emails."

I retaliated.

She only rolled her eyes and turned on her heel walking towards her dorm.

Following in behind her, I took notice of what she was wearing.

'She looks very comfortable.'

"You look comfy."

I said, attempting to spark up a conversation as the walk would be about a 10-minute walk due to how slow she was with the basket.

"It's my pajamas, I don't have class today until 4 pm."

She explained, and I hummed.

"Also I thought the laundry mat was closed until 8 am?"

I questioned.

She glanced over her shoulder.

"Perks of your uncle having a spare key for it. I get to do it as long as I also do his laundry in return."

Shifting the articles of clothing in my arms, I nodded.

"So tell me a bit about yourself."

Startled at the sudden question, I try to think quickly.

"I'm twenty years old, a junior in college, I am from Texas, I met Dream when we were teenagers. We promised to go to the same college when we were younger. We met George a couple years later, and he decided to come to this college as an experiment for America. Punz and I met during my senior year of High school, and Karl and I met freshman year of college. We've all been inseparable since."

Even though she was in front of me, I could tell she was smiling.

"That's sweet."

She hummed out, and I grinned.

Walking into the yard of the dorms, I finally learned that Y/N's dorm was only two minutes from mine.

"Which one are you?"

"C7."

She quickly answered, attempting to fish her key out of her back pocket.

Sighing, I came up behind her, "May I? I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable. But I'd rather you not spill more clothes."

She looked at me for a brief second, before nodding.

Moving all the clothes carefully into my right arm, I slowly grab her waist and move her a bit closer.

I could see chill bumps appear on her neck when my breath fanned it.

"Grab the damn key already."

Her voice almost sounded as if it were desperate.

Slipping my hand into her back pocket, I grabbed the key.

She stumbled a bit, and I hooked my fingers onto the pocket pulling her back with much more force than I intended.

Feeling her slam against my chest, I grunt in slight pain and she groaned in discomfort.

"Sorry."

I whisper, and I could've sworn I heard her whine.

"Unlock the fucking door."

She breathed out, looking up at me over her shoulder.

I instantly melted, her eyes said something that I had been dying to see.

"All it took was some physical touch? Are you that touch deprived? How cute."

I tease, and she shifted whining.

"Door. Now."

Chuckling, I walk in front of her, purposefully dragging my finger across her waist and stomach before unlocking her door.

Stepping inside, she followed behind in a rush.

Basically tossing the basket on the floor near what I assumed was her room door, she turned around grabbing my hand.

Dropping the clothes on the floor, I followed her like I was a lost puppy.

Opening the door that I saw prior, she pushed me onto the bed.

"Have you had breakfast?"

She asked, and my eyes dropped down to between her legs.

"Nope."

"Good, you are now."

Groaning at the thought, I was never one to openly be a bottom but the way she took control instantly had me excited.

"Lay down."

Listening, my mouth watering I hear her shuffling and some clothes being tossed onto the floor.

Raising up on my elbows, I gawk at her.

"Stop staring and lay down."

Taking a couple of seconds to continue looking at her body, I nod and lay back down.

Feeling the bed dip under her, I finally see her crawl on top of me.

"Don't hold back either."

"Didn't plan on it."

Grinning, I playfully reach up and pinch her thigh.

She yelped and slapped my hand away, moving up and positioning herself above me.

Lowering herself onto my face, I hook my arms around her thighs to hold her down as I instantly shoot my tongue out for a taste.

"Fuck Sapnap."

She moaned.

"Sapnap."

"Sapnap."

Hearing snapping, I open my eyes and Y/N was there, looking rather annoyed.

"Are you going to get the key out or not?"

Fuck.

---

(Red) For the next few days, Y/N would purposely avoid the football team, as she heard rumors going around that she fucked them. Obviously, this wasn't true, but did they know that? No. Only her friends and she knew the truth.

She was a virgin, after all, wanting to save herself for someone special.

The boys didn't deny it, though they didn't really hear this rumor. People took this as an answer. That actually happened. Plus, the boys weren't people who would fuck and tell.

"Y/N, Punz is heading your way." Her friend warned.

Y/N glanced to her side and rolled her eyes instantly seeing that it wasn't just Punz. Karl was right behind him, following in behind.

"What do you two want?" She asked, begrudgingly.

Punz feigned hurt, while Karl just frowned at her tone.

"Well, the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out one day after practice."

He said while Karl nodded in agreement. Y/N dismissed her friend, who hesitantly left.

Raising an eyebrow, she finally turned around to look at the two. Both had looks of hope on their face. She looked directly at Karl, who had surprisingly crossed his fingers.

Sighing, she shook her head and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"Fine, but hanging out. That's it."

She said, her voice strict.

Punz was about to argue, but Karl hit him in a warning and nodded his head.

"Just hanging out, that's all."

He reassured, and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking off.

"You fucking prick--"

Karl turned and quickly ran towards the exit, and football field while Punz was hot on his tail.

Bad who was there to give them their waters, looked as Punz tackled Karl to the ground.

Widening his eyes in shock, he ran over to the two trying to pry Punz off of the other.

Sapnap looked at them, with a lopsided grin amused.

George pinched the bridge of his nose, as Bad yelped when he was ripped down on the ground by Punz.

"Dream."

George said, already fed up.

Dream looked at them and walked over.

"Unless you want to run until you vomit I'd suggest you stop acting like fucking five-year-olds."

Bad looked over at him, mouth wide open.

"That means you to waterboy. Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Instantly, the three stopped and stood up. Karl had grass stains on his pants, while Punz just looked out of breath. Bad adjusted his clothes and dusted himself off.

"So?"

Sapnap finally spoke up, and Karl's eyes lit up.

"She agreed."

Karl said, and all the boys felt a heavyweight lift off their shoulders. Now they just had to execute the plan.

---

(Pink) Looking around, she debated on whether or not she should tell her friends about her date with the boys. 'Well, it's not a date.' She thought to herself, before deciding against it in case it fueled the fire of the rumors.

Deciding to just wear the outfit she wore to school, she walked out of her dorm and towards the football field. She saw some people lingering around, some just hanging out, yet there was no sign of the boys.

Sighing, she headed towards the locker room and knocked.

All the muffled voices came to a halt.

As she looked at the door, bored out of her mind George's face came into view.

"Hey, we're getting dressed. We'll be out in a moment."

As soon as George came, he left.

"Okay.."

She mumbled and turned on her heel sitting on the bench waiting for them to exit.

---

(Green) Holding back the groan, I watched as Punz stumbled around in an attempt to get dressed quickly.

"Dude, hurry the hell up she's waiting."

Sapnap rushed, while I decided to head on out. George and Karl followed in behind me.

Opening the door, I see her sitting on the bench her attention on her phone.

"I figured one of you had died, and you all mourned."

She joked, and I gave her a confused look.

"You guys took forever, and there's only three out of five of you here."

She said, motioning to the three of us.

"Punz decided it would be funny to hide Sapnap's clothes, which resulted in Punz getting Sapnap's clothes and Sapnap throwing Punz's clothes in the dirty hamper."

Karl explained, and she just gave him a bored look.

Hearing the door open, Punz and Sapnap rushed out.

"Finally." She whispered.

"What do you mean finally? This bitch caused it."

Sapnap instantly blamed Punz.

Looking at the two, I gave them a blank stare.

"I wouldn't be talking. You took forever to get a fucking key."

She snapped at him, and I looked between the two confused as to what they meant.

"Shut up. I did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Di-"

"Shut the fuck up."

George said, slapping both of his hands onto their mouths.

"Ew!"

He shrieked, pulling his hand away from Y/N's mouth.

"She licked me!"

He said wiping his hand on her shirt.

"Don't put your hand over my mouth it's as simple as that."

"Well, there is no telling where your tongue has been."

"Definitely not on your dick."

Stepping between the two, George tried to reach behind me to get to her as she gave him the middle finger.

"Alright alright, stop arguing with everyone. Let's go."

Punz said, scooping Y/N up and throwing her over his shoulder.

Yelping she basically just let it happen.

"Why are you just letting him carry you?"

Karl asked, and I glanced over at him.

"Better than walking."

She strained out, as she was basically upside down.

Karl laughed and shrugged.

---

(Red) "You two live like fucking animals."

Y/N said, looking around the dorm in disgust.

"It's his fault."

Karl pointed, and Punz put his hands up in defense.

"Well, George leaves his shit laying around as well."

Punz said, and George looked at him gobsmacked.

"Sapnap is the one who leaves his food everywhere."

George said shoving Sapnap, who glared in return.

"Don't even think about trying to put the blame on me. I clean up all of your guy's shit."

Dream stated, and Y/N just watched them bicker.

"Actually, Bad does that when he visits."

"I do it too."

He defended.

Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms.

"Can we do something? I'm tired of hearing you guys argue."

"Well, we can watch that one new movie on Netflix."

Punz suggested a devious smirk on his face.

"I swear to God if you're talking abo--"

Punz smacked his hand over George's mouth.

"Shut up." He whispered.

Rolling his eyes, they all migrated over to the sectional couch that was sat in front of their tv.

'That tv is way too big for them.'

She thought, looking at the giant tv that was mounted onto the wall.

"How did you guys even manage to mount it, and have everyone in one dorm. I thought it was two max?"

She questioned, and Karl cleared his throat.

"My dad paid."

That was all he said.

"Daddy's money."

She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

---

(Blue) "You're fucking joking. You chose the new 365 days movie?"

"Yes, I did."

"Yes, he did."

Two voices spoke up at the same time.

Punz and Y/N.

Rolling my eyes, I sit the snack bowl down on the table and got comfortable in my seat.

Hearing my phone vibrate, along with everyone else's Y/N looked around curiously.

Seeing that Sapnap had texted the group chat, my eyes widened at the message.

"Sorry coach texted the chat about practice."

Dream easily lied.

Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)I had a wet daydream about Y/N

Simp (Purple)You what?

Fuckboy 2.0 (Yellow)I'm not shocked at all.

Dom Daddy. (Green)You decided to tell us now when she is here? And during this movie? What the hell Sap.

Actually Dumb (Blue)Was this when you took forever to get the "key"

Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)1. Had a wet daydream about Y/N right in front of her, 2. Fuck off Punz, 3. Yes, I did, 4. Yes shut the fuck up.

"Are you guys going to just be texting the entire time?"

Y/N asked, sounding bored out of her mind.

"Someone's being bratty."

Dream said, and Y/N somewhat froze at the tone.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Fuck off."

"Only if I'm fucking you."

"Guys shut the hell up."

Sapnap looked between them all, and it was very obvious there was tension in the room. Whether it was awkward, angry, or even sexual. The sexual stood out the most, due to the movie that was on, the minor conversation that they had, and Dream's comment.

I slowly let my eyes scan Y/N, she seemed somewhat interested in the movie. But it was very obvious she was frustrated, as she kept rubbing her thighs together to cause friction.

Moving closer to her, I smirk taking notice that they were now all intrigued in the movie as another sex scene came on.

"Frustrated?"

I whispered.

Y/N's face instantly reddened, and it looked like she was internally thankful for the darkroom from the blackout curtains and every single light off.

"Yeah, now fuck off."

She said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I can help you."

This caught her attention.

"Help me?"

She whispered, clearly clueless.

"Yes, help."

"In front of everyone? They'd hear."

She muttered, looking around at everyone.

"Even more fun."

"What are you two whispering about?"

Karl asked, smirking at Y/N's flustered state.

"Y/N here is frustrated and needs help."

"Is that so Y/N? Do you need help?"

Y/N could only let out an inaudible whimper as a reply.

"Words. Use your words."

Karl said, gripping her thigh, and she nearly moaned at the touch.

'Was she really this touch deprived? Damn.'

"Yes." She replied sharply.

"Good girl."

I praised, "Hey guys, Y/N isn't feeling too well so me and Karl are gonna take her to the bedroom and make sure she is well rested."

Karl got up, picking Y/N up who hazily held onto him from the touch.

"Oh, alright."

Dream spoke up, his voice full of suspension.

Walking behind the two, I watched Y/N slightly grind herself onto Karl who only scolded her which led to her pouting.

Pushing open the door for them, Karl basically threw her on the bed, causing her to yelp.

As Karl and I watched her as if she were our food and we were her prey, she squirmed under our gaze.

"Strip."

I said huskily, and she slowly but surely started stripping off her clothes.

We watched with eager eyes, taking in her bare body.

God, she was perfect.

---

(Green) "You do realize they took her up there to fuck her, right?"

I said, and the two looked over at me shocked.

As if we talked through telepathy we all bolted up and ran up the stairs.

Barging into the room, I instantly groaned at the sight. Y/N laid there, Karl's dick in her mouth as George ate her like she was his last meal.

Y/N looked over at us with hazy eyes, that were slightly glossy due to her tears from gagging on Karl's dick.

Her whines and whimpers were muffled from Karl's dick, and she looked so needy.

Walking over I instantly fondled her boobs which caused her to arch her back up into my touch.

Leaning down, I took her left nipple into my mouth sucking on it.

One of her hands broke free from George's hair, now tangling in mine.

Punz and Sapnap seemed to have knocked themselves out of whatever trance they were in and got on the bed.

Looking up slightly, Punz had her other nipple in his mouth as Sapnap was going to town on her clit as George fingered her.

Her moans and cries were still muffled from Karl's dick, he wasn't even moving, nor was she.

He's cockwarming her.

---

(Red) Y/N was feeling herself cum for the third time, her moans drowned out as Karl's dick nestled in her throat. Groaning out, Karl tipped his head back as he felt the vibrations of her moans going through his dick.

Soon, he slightly twitched, as he let out a guttural moan releasing his cum in her throat and mouth.

Y/N choked a bit, swallowing all that she could the rest sliding down her chin.

Karl pulled out of her mouth with a pop, as he cooed down at her. Her makeup was ruined, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair now a mess.

Everyone pulled away from her, allowing her to catch her breath.

"So pretty."

Punz whispered, tracing his fingers down her body, loving the way her body erupted into goosebumps at his touch.

"You look so pretty like this."

George spoke up, her juices coating his lips from his prior events of eating her out.

She looked up at them through her eyelashes, batting them tiredly.

"You didn't think we were done did you?"

Dream asked, sharing a smirk with Sapnap, who traced all the hickeys adorning her skin.

It was noticeable who was who's.

Dream's were huge with teeth marks, George's was sloppy looking as if he were eager to leave marks on her, Sapnap's were much more hidden on the inside of her thighs as he was more gentle with her, Punz's were in the more evident areas: collarbone, jawline, and her hips, and Karl's were all over her neck.

Now it was known between the jocks that they all had their own kinks, which they were soon going to make sure she was comfortable with.

"Y/N look at me."

Karl said, and she slowly looked up at him, innocence in her eyes.

"Are you a virgin pretty girl?"

He asked ready to get rid of the elephant in the room.

Everyone looked at her expectantly.

Squirming under their gaze, she felt her stomach erupt in butterflies.

Slowly nodding her head, she looked away shyly.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, all of them sharing a look: jealousy.

All because they knew one of them was going to be the one to take her virginity away.

"Who do you want to take it?"

Sapnap asked, sharing glances with everyone.

Y/N looked around, raising up into a sitting position. She nervously picked at her nails, shrugging.

Dream chuckled dryly at this, gripped her throat, and grabbed her hair to make her look up at him.

"You need to choose cupcake. Or else we're gonna fight over it."

He warned her, and she looked up at him with blown-out pupils.

"Sapnap."

That was all she said, and Sapnap almost yelled out in celebration.

"Before that happens, we'd like to do much more to you."

Punz licked his lips as he spoke, and Y/N felt herself getting wet at the thought.

Before she could do anything, Dream slammed her down by her throat smirking down at her.

"We want to know boundaries, we all have variations of kinks. Let us know when to stop. Choose a safe word."

He explained, his hand moving from her throat to rest on her cheek.

She slowly nodded, letting his words sink in.

"Uhm... Apple..?"

She said as if she were unsure.

"Okay, and choose another word so we can check up on you to make sure you're okay. This word will let us know you're still able to continue."

Y/N looked up in thought and grinned.

"Five. Since there are five of you."

She said with a small shrug, and Karl grinned.

"That's cute."

He hummed, letting his hand rest on her thigh.

"Now that that's out of the way, my turn."

Karl giggled, feeling excited as everyone backed away to watch.

"I'll be right back."

Before Y/N could question it, the boys all looked at each other knowing exactly what Karl was getting.

It surprised them, as Karl never did this with anyone. Only fantasied, he had told them he'd only do it when he found 'the one'.

Walking back in, Y/N wasn't able to see the object he was holding.

"Karl, are you sure?"

George asked, and he widened his eyes at the look on Karl's face. Pure bliss.

"Alright, are you able to look at blood?"

Karl asked her innocently, and Y/N nodded slowly.

Karl crawled on top of her, smirking showing her the object finally.

Gasping Y/N felt her stomach churn in excitement and arousal.

A knife.

"Word?"

He asked, using the knife to trail down her body making sure not to cut her in the process.

"Five."

Groaning, Karl kissed her hips before bringing the knife to them.

Moving her on her side, he gripped the knife, and carefully marked her skin with a simple, yet sloppy 'KJ'.

Y/N flinched, gripping the closet thing to her, which was Punz's thigh.

Digging her nails into the skin, she hissed at the burning sensation.

Blood trickled down her thigh, and Karl simply used the knife to lap it up.

The others watched, as Karl cleaned her wound, making sure the bleeding stopped.

There was now a visible, "KJ" on her hip and it made Karl giddy.

"Believe it or not cupcake, but Karl is actually a virgin too."

This caught her attention, and she looked back at Karl, who looked like he was about to combust.

"Your turn is up, move."

Punz said, and Karl glared.

"Please Y/N."

Karl pleaded, his voice sounding so desperate and whiny.

Y/N rolled over and grabbed his face slamming her lips onto his.

He could still somewhat taste himself as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

Now she knew why he was always so desperate to be around her.

Karl only whimpered against her lips, before she slowly pulled away.

"Please take it, they make fun of me every chance they get. Please I'm sick of it. I need you."

His voice was so whiny, that it went up a couple octaves.

Y/N felt some kind of power over him, she could barely touch him and he'd melt instantly.

"Gotta wait your turn, pretty boy, I'll take your virginity after Sapnap takes mine. Deal?"

She said, purring slightly.

Karl's eyes rolled back at the mere thought and nodded being slightly impatient.

Sapnap took this as a hint and instantly was by her.

"Are you sure about this? Because once I start there is no going back."

He warned, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.

"I'm sure."

That was enough for Sapnap to grab her hips, purposefully digging his nails into the carving in her skin and flipping her over onto her stomach.

Y/N yelped at the pain in her hips, knowing she'd had a bruise from his grip.

"I'm going to be gentle at first."

He reassured her, pressing on her back so it would arch.

Karl watched, mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of him.

The others only scoffed at how nice Sapnap was playing. They knew he was a dick in bed.

Grabbing his dick, he slapped against her clit every now and then hoping she was prepped enough so it wouldn't hurt as much.

Slowly, he pressed the tip inside and Y/N shuddered, letting a whimper fall out.

Easing into her, he finally bottomed out and Y/N had tears streaming down her face from the mixture of the: burning, the pain from her hymen tearing, his nails digging into the fresh wound, and the pleasure.

After a while, Sapnap rocked his hips and Y/N moaned out, and something inside Sapnap snapped.

All the gentleness was thrown out of the window as he started slamming into her ruthlessly.

Y/N was now a screaming mess, which was cut short as George put two of his fingers inside of her mouth to quiet her down so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

Pulling her hips up a bit, she lurched forward as he hit a certain spot. Sapnap smirked and continued to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again.

"You on the pill?"

He groaned out, sweat falling down his forehead.

Not able to form words, she nodded quickly as her cum milked his cock.

Sapnap groaned loudly as he spilled his seed inside of her, thrusting into her helping them both ride out their highs.

Finally, he pulled out and Y/N fell to the bed breathing heavily.

Sapnap chuckled and softly spanked her ass before gripping it and spreading her cheeks spitting.

Y/N whined at the feeling and looked up at George who now pushed his fingers down her throat to hear her gag.

Smirking in satisfaction after hearing her gag, he pulled his fingers out smearing her saliva onto her own face.

Karl grabbed ahold of her torso and lifted her up onto his lap, and she rested her head against his shoulder already looking fucked out.

"My turn."

He whispered in her ear, as he easily slipped inside of her.

Karl was much bigger than Sapnap, and he reached deeper inside of her in this position.

Karl and Y/N both whimpered at the feeling, and Karl's cheeks flushed red at the sensation.

"Fuck."

Punz said, taking a quick photo of the scene.

Rocking her hips, Y/N started to ride Karl who whimpered and whined underneath her.

Y/N was obviously a moaning mess at this point, and she leaned her head back in ecstasy.

Taking this as an invitation Karl started attacking her neck again, as he whined into her ear.

"M' close.."

He whined out to her, and she nodded in agreement fastening her pace.

"Cum with me pretty boy."

That and the fact that he was mixing his cum with Sapnap's was enough to make him explode inside of her. Y/N shivered at the feeling, quickly milking his dick shortly after.

Putting her hands on his shoulder, she raised up off of him as his and Sapnap's cum leaked down her thighs making a mess.

"Such a messy girl."

She heard before she was grabbed by the throat and slammed back down onto the bed beside Karl.

She instantly knew who it was by the voice and gesture.

"Dream."

She mewled, looking up at him with swollen lips.

He groaned at the sight and smirked.

"Look at how much of a cum slut you are."

He tutted, bringing his hand down and raking some of the mixed cum onto his fingers.

"Open."

He demanded, and Y/N obeyed opening her mouth as he put his fingers in her mouth.

Y/N began to clean off his fingers, enjoying the taste of their cum.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to fuck the other two. They'll just have to use you as a cum dump."

He growled out, biting her ear harshly.

Y/N's eyes rolled back before Dream rammed into her causing her to let out a choked scream.

He was basically ripping her in half.

Nor did he care to give her time to adjust, he was ramming into her so fast.

"Damn Dream, built up frustration?"

George joked, and Dream ignored him throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and pounding into her, his grip on her throat tightening.

Y/N started clenching down on him, which caused him to falter slightly.

"Keep doing that and this won't last as long as I hoped for."

He warned, and slapped her clit harshly.

Instantly she saw stars, her mouth falling agape as a silent scream came out, pleasure taking over her body.

"Fuck dude, look at her."

Sapnap said, and everyone watched as her face scrunched up.

"Fuck!"

She yelled out hoarsely, as she squirted on Dream.

"Holy shit dude!"

Punz gawked at the sight, and it looked like Dream was nowhere close to being finished.

How he had this much stamina beats them, he was always the first to stop running during practice.

"Poor baby squirted all over me. You're so messy."

He said, slapping her face as he moved his hand down slapping her tit as well.

Y/N was quickly becoming overstimulated and tried to push him away.

Dream gave Karl one look and in an instant, Karl had her hands pried down onto the bed.

"You're going to take it. You asked for it."

He grunted out, feeling himself coming closer to his edge.

Clenching around him again, Dream cursed under his breath as he felt himself cum inside of her.

Riding out his high he made Y/N cum once more, and they both winced at the overstimulation.

Pulling out of her Dream saw his cum leaking out of her, and he glared as he pushed it right back into her with his fingers.

"Who's next?"

Sapnap asked, looking between Punz and George.

"I'd rather fuck her ass than anything."

Punz admitted, and George put his hands up.

"I'm already drained from making myself cum twice at that."

Dream rolled his eyes, and tapped her thigh.

"Are you okay with Punz doing anal with you?"

He asked tentatively, and Y/N slowly nodded not trusting her voice.

"This one will hurt more than losing your actual virginity."

Dream told her, caressing her cheek.

She only whimpered as Punz carefully brought her to the edge of the bed, flipping her back over.

"Go easy on her."

Karl murmured, and Punz rolled his eyes as if that were obvious.

"I'd rather not cause her too much pain."

After hearing this, Dream handed Punz the bottle of lube that was kept in George's room.

Opening the bottle he squirted some onto her, and she whined at the coolness of it.

Rubbing it in, Punz reached forward demanding her to spit.

Lubing up his dick, he slowly entered her giving her a resting spot every now and then.

After minutes of pure pain, he finally bottomed out.

Y/N was gripping onto Sapnap's thighs roughly, which he didn't mind.

Dream sat beside her, rubbing her cheek helping distract her from the pain.

Nodding, Dream smiled slightly.

"Okay, you can move."

He encouraged Punz, and Dream grabbed her hand leading it down her body to her clit to help rub herself.

Moaning out, Punz snapped his hips into hers, and Y/N's eyes closed tightly digging her nails into the other's thighs possibly drawing blood.

"Fuck it's so tight."

Punz muttered, pounding into her at a slow pace.

Karl was leaving kisses down her back, helping her through it while George watched with envy.

It didn't take long for Y/N to cum from Dream's fingers on her clit as her hand had gone back to Sapnap's thigh.

Clenching around nothing, Punz felt the movement and groaned as he filled her ass with his cum.

Pulling out, Y/N fell against the bed and everyone watched her.

"Fuck it. One more."

George said, slipping into her, spreading her legs slightly.

Y/N was already sensitive and not able to move, so she laid flat, allowing George to fuck her.

Looking up at Dream with pleading eyes, he sighed giving in as he tapped her mouth. She opened it eagerly as Dream slid his dick into it.

Allowing her to cockwarm him, George kept his rhythm even and gentle.

Y/N moved her tongue around the shaft of his dick, hallowing her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with Punz.

"Fuck don't look at me like that."

Hearing a guttural groan, George came inside of her and pulled out before he ushered Karl over to look at the mess they all created.

Dream leaned his head back as he came down her throat, and pulled out watching her swallow it all.

"That's so hot."

Sapnap mumbled, and they all got up looking at the mess of a girl.

Everyone took pictures of her, especially of her ass and pussy that were leaking with their cum.

"You look exhausted."

Karl pointed out, and Y/N attempted to laugh.

"I am."

She said, barely above a whisper.

"That sucks because we aren't through with you."

[anarchy-and-piglins]

(sequel to this)

They don't allow him to take off the blindfold.

Sometimes his hands wander up there, tugging slightly at the fabric. Not even a tiny sliver of light slips past, though Techno doesn't know if that's because the woods are vast and endless and dark, or because this is their domain so their command is law.

They don't want Techno to take his blindfold off so he can't.

He knows what they look like. Flashes of it slip through his mind, sometimes. Though what he sees are just human forms they take to make sense to him. Techno noticed them shift a bit over time, becoming more... familiar to him? More comforting.

Phil looks a little older than the first time Techno saw him, more fatherly. He's not as scary, made of sharp edges and wicked smiles. He reminds Techno of the man who sometimes brought him food when his mother couldn't. He wonders if the woods dug into his memory to know that.

Tommy warps into something younger. He becomes the boys Techno saw through his window kicking a ball around on the town square. The children Techno was told from the moment he was born that he should die for them and wished so desperately to play with.

And then there's Wilbur.

One of the few items his mother allowed him to have against the village elder's instructions was a mirror.

The elder wanted Techno to be locked in his room as much as possible. He said the woods hungered for a meal, and that the less Techno knew, the better it would be for all of them. What was the purpose of living if he was always meant to be consumed?

But his mother showed him books and told him stories. She had gifted Techno a shred of kindness before he was to be sacrificed.

(Sometimes Techno wondered if that's why the woods decided to keep him. Because every child sent to them before had been hollow, and these three had never witnessed a soul so full)

Techno had a mirror and on boring, rainy days he would spend hours looking into it, examining himself. There was nothing better to do.

Wilbur looks like him. His hair is shorter and his smile a bit more crooked, but it's the mirror all over again. Techno doesn't know what to think of that.

"Careful," Wilbur says, reaching out a hand Techno senses in his peripheral. "The ground is uneven here and you can't see. I'll help you."

"If I take off the blindfold I can just do it myself," Techno says stubbornly. Petty. These beings haven't killed him despite everybody saying they would.

"You can't," Wilbur answers without offering an explanation. "It's okay, we'll never let you fall."

His hand reaches again. Techno can't see it, he can't feel it. But he knows it will be warm.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if Techno let the woods take him.

[transmasczeroone]

On coming out as trans:

I live in a very middle-class, Christian, conservative area, so I was bracing myself for the worst when I decided to come out publically to my co-workers and customers. (I work in a restaurant/bar that attracts a particular demographic: Imagine middle-aged ladies coming to brunch, older men coming for a pint after work, families bringing their children and dogs, most of them white, wealthy, and cishet. For context, I'm also 5 ft 4, and pre-everything, with a gender neutral name that leans towards the girly side, at least in my country.)

The first co-worker I came out to was a low-level supervisor, a gay cis guy in his 20s. He was a bit confused at first, had to ask a lot of questions to understand exactly what was changing, but ever since then he has been unconditionally supportive. He volunteered to tell the other managers that I'm trans, so I didn't need to go through the stress of that conversation multiple times.

The rest of the managers/supervisors (all cishet) at some point or another said that I can go to them if customers or other staff bother me (which hasn't happened at all), and all get my pronouns right most of the time, and are quick to correct themselves when they don't. They even go out of their way to use affirming language - one of my co-workers realised one day that that were no women on shift at the time, turned to me and said something about it being a boys' club and included me in that category. They celebrate my small wins, and the big ones, everything from "nice haircut!" to "ohmygod you're going on testosterone soon?? I'm so happy for you!!"

One of the managers - a cishet woman in her 50s, and the one I expected to have the worst reaction - asked a lot of questions to better understand me and offered to introduce me to her friend, who is also a trans man. This is a big deal to me, because I don't know any other trans men in my area. According to my co-workers, she's better at getting my pronouns right than almost anyone else.

Another cishet guy I work with is in his 60s had to ask what my he/him badge meant when he first saw it, and now he always makes a point of getting my pronouns right, especially in front of other people who she/her me based on my appearance or who need a reminder.

The male customers I serve on the bar tend to ask what the badge means (although some prefer to stare at it in confusion and not comment at all). My usual response is, "It's to remind people that I'm not a girl, since a lot of people think I am," which omits a huge chunk of the truth, but isn't a lie. I've never had a bad response, though.

When I explain, they often say, "Wow, I never would have guessed you were a man" (ouch, dysphoria) and apologise genuinely and quite profusely for calling me "she" or "sweetheart" or whatever earlier in the interaction. They're eager to assure me that they meant no disrespect. Some even notice the badge and apologise without having to ask what it means. Nobody contradicts me, nobody is sarcastic or thinks I'm joking, and nobody has ever said anything transphobic to me or asked invasive questions. Some get confused and sort of gloss over my explanation, but nobody has been hateful. Sometimes they seem to accept me as a cis guy, other times they're clearly aware that I'm trans, but it doesn't affect their response either way.

The worst thing I've encountered is customers who see the he/him badge, blatantly ignore it, and then misgender me throughout the interaction. Not ideal, of course, but far better than what I was expecting.

This entire experience has reminded me of a time I read in a comment somewhere that transphobes are a very vocal minority, that transphobia feels like it's ramping up recently because transphobes know they're losing the war and are screaming in a desperate attempt to be taken seriously. They're scared that all their fearmongering and hatred is, in fact, getting them nowhere. Maybe there's some truth to that.

As I said before, I live in a conservative, middle-class area, and there are no queer bars, bookshops, etc. for miles and miles, but there are at least 3 churches within a 15 minute walk of my house. And in the 5 months I've been out publically, the worst transphobia I've faced from a co-worker or stranger is just them not using my pronouns until corrected.

I'm not saying don't be careful when you come out. I'm not saying that things always go well. Sometimes they go awfully, and I've had my own bad experiences.

What I am saying is that my faith in cis people has been restored to quite an astonishing degree, that sometimes people can surprise you in wonderful ways, that there are people out there willing to accept and respect us, and sometimes you find them where you least expect them.