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anadiasmount · 1 month

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u and jude being in the same friend group and ur all together on a trip, though jude has been in love with you since day one and on the first night there u two sleep together, leaving u confused and wishing for more knowing things couldn’t be the same after the special night <3

no one knows - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: hii!! ik i said this would be posted sooner but i got sidetracked (what’s new… also don't hate me i didn't proof read...) ANYWAYS... this does contain small bit of smut so minors dni! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

the soft waves of the hammock you laid on rocked slowly as you stared out into the almost night sky. the different shades of orange now purple and blue, tiny star appearing in the distance, waves hitting the shore making the whole atmosphere just at peace. it was a king day of travel, having missed your first flight due to a delay on the train.

you had arrived last, but it didn’t matter because you were finally with your friends, wanting to make most of the trip you had planned. you changed into a knitted crème color swimsuit, loving how it fit and hugged your figure, accentuating your curves and pushing up your cleavage just right.

everyone inside was asleep, but you couldn’t go to sleep without wanting to watch the night fall. you loved the beach, the smell, the feel of sand, how your hair went to its natural state, and the feeling of freedom. you quickly got distracted by the click of the door opening, footsteps approaching where you were.

“hi,” you squeak as you see jude lean against the palm tree pole, shirtless and wearing similar shorts as your bathing suit. “you okay? you were the last to arrive and your here alone,” jude asked softly not being able to hold back the gulp at how dreamingly your body looked under this ray and light.

“i’m okay… just can’t sleep for some reason,” you stifle a small laugh, “plus i haven’t seen a view like this in so long, i just wanted too see it, i mean take a look.” jude obliged, looking around in a daze at how the night sky looked now. “yeah you’re right… i feel at ease,” jude nodded.

“how come you’re still up? is everything okay with you?” you sat up, propping your elbow and the back of your hand resting on your temple, your full attention on jude. you couldn’t deny but feel a tad bit confused he was here. jude never really spoke to you an when he did it was short and simple. so you wouldn’t be surprised if he made small talk and left.

“jet leg i guess? you’d think after all the constant travel i’d be used to it but it’s always difficult to fall asleep after a long flight for me,” jude explained taking a seat on the wood chair that was by the balcony. you hummed in response, your hand dragging up from your thigh to your hip letting it rest.

you sensed he wanted to tell you more, his fingers tapping against his massive and toned thighs, his eyes adverting from you to the sea. jude wasn’t shy, quite the opposite, and he knew in this moment it was now or never. “do i make you nervous?” you ask slyly, standing and walking over to him. you hated feeling awkward and left out around him, and you needed to know the reason behind it.

jude was a complete different person in his games, in public, around your friends, yet, he treats you so differently which threw you off the edge. jude roamed your eyes from your tanned shiny legs, your curved torso and bust, his heart stammering against his chest as you looked so willingly and utterly beautiful. “or do you just hate me?”

“hate you? why would i hate you?”

“don’t know… you tell me. it’s like this every time we’re around each other. the tension? you can’t even look into my face? you barely speak a word to me? if i’ve done something to offend you, let me know so i can apologize,” you spoke dearly, following his exact movements by roaming your eyes on his figure. legs spread out begging to be touch, abs defined, with veins adorning his arms. jude was fucked, all he could think about was you in this damn bathing suit and the silly theory you made in your head.

hate you? that’s impossible.

“what if i told you it was the opposite? what if i told you i’m infatuated by you?” jude looked up, standing and over towering you, your gaze shifted from confident to shy. your eyes lowering as jude looked down at you. “that when i’m around you all i can think about is you. how you look, smile, talk and walk, smell… it’s so infuriating to be this madly in love with you and not being able to do a thing about it…” jude confessed, drawing the air out of your lungs, like the wind that breezed the night sea.

“i feel like you’re lying to me…” you couldn’t help but say. a hesitance of insecurity, and that’s there’s absolutely no way this man was in love or was confessing any sort of feelings when actions proved otherwise. “why would i lie to you hm? i’m being completely truthful here y/n,” god the way he said your name had you trembling your knees. “you can’t be jude. we’re so different-”

“that’s what you think, and it’s all in your head. tell me this second you don’t feel it? the magnitude sensation for me to approach you? i can see it in your pretty face darling. now it’s you who can’t even look at me? or yet talk,” jude inches closer to you, seeing your chest rapidly raise up and down.

“you’re everything to me… i’ve had to resist myself because i have no idea if you feel the same way. i’d rather love you from a distance than be embarrassed and you not liking me back…” jude traced with his fingertips along your forearm. “don’t you see it? everything i’ve done it’s because of you… i wouldn’t be here if you weren’t y/n. i just want you…” his pleading and vulnerability in his voice had you gulping a response.

“let me show it to you hm? how you make me feel… how you deserved to be treated,” you nodded feeling the heat rise in you. the familiar desire to be wanted, appreciated, touched by a man like jude. “please jude…” you said in a small whimper, looking up where jude had a hungry gazed, lips slightly open. “show me-”

you remembered how cool the wall was when he hit your back against it, kissing you deeply, so messy and hot. how his hands traveled from your side and around your spine, gripping your ass as he ran his tongue down from your jaw and pulse point. you could feel everything, how big jude was, how hot his skin was to your touch, how desperate the need was.

he had dragged you to his room, his lips never leaving yours any second. it was so vivid in your head, how your back pressed against his chest, how his fingers slowly traced your abdomen down to inside your bottoms, his fingers covered by you slick coat, adding the bit-test of pressure on you clit rubbing it in small circles. all you could focus on was the determination and how hot he looked like this.

jude untied the bows from your bottoms, freeing you completely. he felt like he would die any second, this was real and no turning back. he could’ve watched you all night like this. so sensitive with the smallest touch.the familiar burn in your tummy when he sunk into you with a forceful thrust, hips curling and rocking to pleasure waves of emotions, the heat between your legs as he talked you through it all. the flicker in his eyes when you moaned and begged his name, how your nails scratched against his back asking for more and more.

“you belong to me… don’t you forget that y/n…” he kissed you sloppy, pushing one last thrust and spilling into you. it wasn’t just one round, he made sure to take you against the wall, balcony, shower, and the small couch in his room, in many positions too. he wanted to savor the moment like he imagined. this was way better than his dreams and thoughts in his head. you were so tight, so wet, very much made exactly for him.

the heavy weight on top you made you wake up early. you were used to waking up this early, but not with a hot body on top of you. with one eye barely open you looked at the digital clock, showing just before 7am, the whole house quiet. you looked around before your eyes landed on a sleepy jude, tucked between your arm and head nuzzled into your neck.

your heart raced, not being able to control your confused and guilty emotions. last night was real then? not a sick dream in your head or a movie, it had happened here in his room. “oh shit…” you whispered, chest sinking down as your controlled your breathing. you had to get out, feeling a tad stuck and rushed in space. this wasn’t supposed to happen… even though it felt so right. so meant to be.

you had managed to sneak jude to his back without waking him up. his lips pursed and brown drawn in, breathing heavy. you changed quickly back to your bikini, leaving the room how you had remembered. you ran a hand against your hair, the need to throw water in your face to cool the warmth in your cheeks. you weren’t used to this. you never did one night stands or had friends with benefits relationships. if that’s even what it was.

you couldn’t help but think maybe jude was lying to just get into your pants. you had seen how jude was like when around other woman. but you weren’t other woman. you we’re y/n. the shy but outgoing, smart but naive, and overly patient y/n. you didn’t want it be like them, or seen like them either. all you could think of was him. his brown eyes and stupid gentlemen demeanor.

you avoided him anywhere he was or walked in. the only way you could escape and let go of things was this. you weren’t used to this and didn’t have much experience so you did what you were best at which was ignore jude. but even your friends had noticed you were off and that there was a glow to you. drawing attention from everyone and the person who caused it all.

a small part of you did have a twinge of faith… what if he wasn’t lying? what if everything he proved to you last night was exactly how he felt? what if he was madly in love with you? that you were the woman of his dreams? that it wasn’t just sex and there was raw emotions included?

the ghost feeling against your back made you shiver, realizing it was jude who stood behind you, locking you with both arms extending out to cage you in as you cut up fruit. “you left me this morning,” jude spoke into your ear, feeling your weight shift from one foot to another. “i didn’t want anyone to catch us,” you say shaky, making up a lie knowing part of it was true.

“you’re lying to me…”

“am not. let me go… i-i-i need to bring this outside.”

“you are darling, you think i didn’t notice? you can’t even look at me without talking to me, and you’ve ignored me the whole day thinking i haven’t realized that,” jude let you go but followed behind you speaking a little louder. “lower your voice! i haven’t said anything to anyone!” you hiss, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the pool room. “what is it you want from me?” you say pleading.

“i want you! i thought i made that clear last night. not just with sex, but with my confession? before we fell asleep? don’t tell me you forgot that,” you shook your head. “i’m just having trouble to process all this, jude… i feel like we’re making a huge mistake…”

“to whom? to our friends? or to you?” jude asked sincerely. you always seemed to put them first over yourself and jude noticed that. “why would it be a mistake? if at the end of the day what we have is real…”

“jude it’s been one night together between us! look at us now! i can’t risk our group falling if we don’t work out jude! it’s not fair to them, to me and you!” you tried to reason but jude shook his head. he stood up from where he leaned, his broad frame over towering yours again.

“why are you so adamant we won’t work? we’ve barely been given a shot here! you’re overthinking it y/n. they don’t have to know a single thing pretty girl, not unless you don’t want them too.but for once think of what you want and your heart desires. not what your friends say. forget them and for once think about yourself,” jude spoke, grabbing your hands.

“i want us to work more than anything y/n. i’m not lying to you and have never gave you the reason either. i’m a good man y/n. just let me in here,” he poked your heart, seeing a sad smile appear on your face. “we can’t be so quick to judge without even trying! why is it so hard to do that? i just want to be with you, i’ve suffered enough as it is already,” jude was pleading, wanting to do anything to keep you here with him.

“and if we do and i lose you jude? people have walked in and straight out of my life. what if we try and it’s going so well just for us to part? i can’t handle losing someone else i love,” you whimper, tears of exhaustion and pain let out. “imagine me now and then? i’ve always thought what’s best for myself and i’m just confused jude… why me?” your voice sounded strained and from another dimension.

“why not you? you’re perfect y/n. anyone who thinks other wise must have been dropped into their head. you have everything that makes me so drawn to you… your eyes… your smile… your way of being… your hair… your everything. you’re everything i want and i’m willing to prove that to you however you ask. just let me be the man you need pretty girl…” jude rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your jaw as you began to fall deeper into this new wave and world with him.

“no one knows. just me and you jude,” you kissed him feverently. the aching burn in your chest as he kissed you with such devotion and power. you shivered beneath him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulled him closer. jude let out a small groan gripping your hips and pushing you to his lower body. there was no self-control here, no professionalism. he quickly became your favorite taste, and feeling. just two humans brought together in the most correct and soulmate way.

two humans who had no idea what was ahead of them.

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut

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boydepartment · 4 months

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quiet nights- hwang hyunjin x reader

a/n: i am sorry this was completely self indulgent :( ik i have requests rn but like… i finished all my work and im just laying down next to my mom watching hyunjins vlogs on the tv so this is FOR ME :(( your girl has been a little tired lately and mentally stressed i usually don’t even write or take requests for skz anymore but……………. omg what’s that behind you???!!!?

warnings- none, fluff, they just talk in the hotel room. not proof read.

wc- 400-500

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curling up beside your cool hotel pillows was the standard while traveling. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to get back to the hotel room until later tonight. hyunjin was a busy man and his errands for this trip were later than your errands. your errands finished when his started, so needless to say you really missed him.

you fumbled around trying to get comfortable in the dim hotel room, you had all the lights off and you could see the city lights from the open curtains.

since the room was so high up you felt comfortable leaving them open, there was no balcony or any openings so you could enjoy truly enjoy the view of the bustling city.

you sat up and took a seat by the window, taking the throw blanket you and hyunjin bought from your last trip with you.

it was amazing to you that there was so many people living so many different lives, so many lights to signify different things. before you knew it you had grabbed the sketchbook and charcoal out of your bag. hyunjin had bought you and him art supplies while you were out earlier.

you started to sketch out the city in front of you, so focused on the scene. you wanted to challenge yourself to not try and erase or clean up your lines unless it was with the medium.

your brows furrowed and you started to get in your head, not even realizing your boyfriend was back in the hotel room. hyunjin thought you were asleep so he set down the bags of surprises quietly. when he walked further into the hotel room he saw you sitting by the window with the sketchpad in front of you. smiling to himself he watched you for a bit, changing from his outdoor clothes to indoor.

once he was done he went up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, the thin piece of charcoal snapped and you looked up at him.

“you scared me.” you felt yourself laugh a little before smiling up at him. hyunjin looked down at you, his smile never leaving his face.

“i’m sorry, my intended…” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss and set the art stuff down on the small table.

“let’s get your hands cleaned up and then we can head to bed alright? it’s late…” hyunjin caressed your face and kissed your forehead. you nodded and you both walked to the bathroom.

he helped you wash the charcoal off your hands as he told you about his day, “then this lady complimented my jewelry and i found out she was some like high political power that i didn’t even know!” hyunjin whispered through giggles.

“when did you find out?” you asked, giggling aswell, your boyfriend always found himself in weird positions like this.

hyunjin started laughing again, “literally four people came up to me and were like, ‘do you know who that is?’ and obviously i was like ‘nooooo what?’”

that sounded like something he would do and you could so clearly imagine it, “how does this keep happening to you?”

he dried off your hands and kissed your palms, “i don’t know my love! people just talk to me i guess. i don’t even know what they’re saying half the time.”

you started to giggle again and you guys walked over to the bed and got in. it was finally comfortable to you with your boyfriend next to you.

“so tell me about your day?” he laid on his side facing you, tracing your hands with his fingertips, “i had to leave when you got back so i didn’t get to ask…”

“it was busy, i had to talk to a lot of people too, not political powers though.” you teased him, he threw his head back and laughed.

“but it was good, i walked around a bit when you left, picked up a couple things for us too. there’s leftovers in the small fridge.” you spoke softly. hyunjin nodded and scooted closer to you, you could tell he was getting tired. sleep finally knocking on his door.

“i found… i found a nice cafe…” he yawned and pulled you closer to him, “healthy food… nice breakfast…” hyunjin started to shut his eyes.

you relaxed in his arms and started to place with the ends of his hair, “want to go there for breakfast tomorrow?”

he nodded, “then a museum…”

“then a museum…” you repeated and smiled to yourself, sleep starting to come for you too, “we better get rest then…”

hyunjin nodded into your neck, “mhm….” humming.

“i love you..” you whispered, your hand moving back and forth on his back.

“i love you most..”

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wisteriaw0rld · 11 months

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can i pls request sekido w/reader who's like rlly caring and stuff, and understands his rage when he snaps at them when they try to take care of him after a battle? ik its kinda overused but pls?

-ˋˏ ༻opposites༺ ˎˊ-

✰synopsis: sekido with an s/o that’s his polar opposite yet still knows how to handle being with someone so short-tempered and harsh.

✰additional tags: gn! reader, cursing, small mention of blood, reader getting yelled at, not proof read!

✰pairing: sekido x kind! reader

“if he’s as bad as they say, then i guess i’m cursed.” -Lana Del Rey

You sat patiently on your zabuton, waiting for your lover , Sekido, to return from a mission he went on with the other clones you’ve learned to grow comfortable with. Suddenly, the front door opened, making your head whip to the direction of the door.

Karaku and Urogi walked in first, Aizetsu walking in right after both of them. Karaku looked over at you, mouthing something you could hardly understand.

“He’s real mad Y/n.” Karaku warned with a small laugh at the end. Before you could respond, Sekido walked in. He always had an angered expression on his face. But just by noticing the way he stormed inside, you could tell he was even more mad now.

A gentle smile made its way onto your lips as you stood up off your zabuton cushion, walking over to hug Sekido. Before you could even walk any closer to the demon, he shot you a look. Your arms faltered as you understood he’d like to be alone.

Not even having time to say anything, Sekido stormed off, muttering something under his breath while walking over to your shared room.

You followed after him, peeking your head into the room. Frustrated, Sekido paced back and forth around your room, muttering incoherent words.

“Love? Are you alright?” You questioned, now fully opening the shoji door and confronting your boyfriend.

Sekido glared at you, not wanting to deal with anyone. But you both knew this outburst of his would last for weeks if someone didn’t cool him down. “Leave me alone, Y/n!” He yelled at you. Of course, your gentle features were enough to make him cool down for a short while.

“What happened dear?” You asked the male. He ignored you, his looks not once softening. Sekido shoved you slightly as he moved past you.

“Stupid Urogi and Karaku wouldn’t take the fight seriously! And Aizetsu was just pitying the demon slayers the entire time!” Sekido ranted as your kind aura remained the same and never once faltered.

“sekido.”

“-and they never even take things serisously!”

“sekido.”

“-you know it’s help if they just listened to me!”

“sekido, how about you take a small break and calm down?” You offered with a smile before suddenly grabbing Sekido’s hand and pulling him onto the soft futon with you. Sekido’s face became a bright red but accepted your tight hold on him.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ˚ʚsome headcanonsɞ˚ (bc I love this idea sm)

❥the other clones definitely tease sekido for falling in love with someone that’s his complete opposite. And they find it incredibly shocking that you have the patience to deal with his very short temper.

♥even though you know sekido can very easily regenerate, you love when he comes back with a wound and lets you care for him. A bonus for him is the happy look on your face when you tend to him.

❥on multiple occasions, he’s though that you’re too kind for him and he doesn’t deserve you. So more importantly he feels bad whenever he snaps at you. Even worse when you take no reaction to it and never love him less.

♥whenever Sekido’s in a bad mood, the clones immediately go to you and beg you for help. They don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to calm him down.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #x reader #x y/n #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny x reader #sekido x you #sekido x y/n #sekido x reader #hantengu clones x reader #hantengu x reader #hantengu clones #upper moon four

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mschimdt · 6 months

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hello, lovely! 💕

can I get nsfw oneshot with mike and f!reader who is the dominant one in their relationship most of the time, but one day she no longer has the strength for staying dominant and Mike now has everything under his control?

sending love and have a good day! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)💕

that one afternoon

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS IN IM GOING TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM

IK THAT ISNT MIKE ITS PEETA BUT I COULDNT FIND ANY GIFS OF HIM + THEYRE BOTH JOSH SOO 🥱

im actually loving the requests im getting so far,

mike schmidt x f!reader

disclaimer: i have no knowledge about jobs so im writing what i know from tv shows and movies💀 + mike is well off now, hes not struggling with money, english isnt my first language and THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

-----------------18+ MINORS DNI------------------

you were at work, you work a simple office job at a fast fashion conpany, but your manager is a literal bitch and she makes you work overtime, or she has you cover for her 'boyfriend' who works a similar job while they fuck in her office

"y/n, come here" you heard your boss say from behind you in her stupid british accent that just made her sound the more bossier, you rolled your eyes, turning around to face her

"i need you to cover for tom, and i need you to send these files to the board" you stared at her, with a dull expression

"no" you mutteted, staring at her, it took her a few seconds to process what you just said, a unknown expression slips onto her face "no? youre acting asif you make the rules around here, i suggest you shut up and go back to work or im making you work saturdays"

"why cant tom do his job? hes litteraly in great fucking health? oh wait, hes too busy fucking you in your office!!"

she looked at you, everyone in the office had their faces turned towards you

you continued speaking "dont acr all shocked now, we all hear your moans alllll the way from over here, maybe you should quiet down a bit huh? i can report what your doing to me and what youre doing with your boyfriend to the CEO!!!"

"fuck this stupid job, tom can do my shifts too now! because i QUIT" you said, grabbing your little tag, shoving it in your managers face before walking out of the building

you turned on your car, shoving the keys in the keyhole, whilw you waited for the car to start, your head was against the steering wheel, once the car finally warmed up you drove the car back to your house, a decent sized 2 story house you got with your boyfriend, mike, and his sister

you parked your car outside, you got out of the car opening the houses door with the key nwxt to your car key, you walked in, as you tried to pull the key out of the door, it wouldnt come out and that was it you went fucking nuts

"STUPID FUCKING KEY" you screamed, as you pulled at it as hard as you could, you didnt even notice mike standing a few meters away from you

as you continued to try to pull the key out, you felt mikes hand on your shoulder, soon followed by him saying something

"hey, hey, calm down whats up?" you froze, forgetting that mike was home, afterall it was his day off

he pulled your hand away from the key, "if you were more gentle it would've come out" he said, pulling it out gently.

he put his hands behind your back, closing the door behind the both of you and leafing you towards the living room

"sorry mike-" you said

"dont be sorry, whyre you so worked up though?"he said, you hesitated for a second and told him what happened

"glad you finally quit, that little bitch was getting on my nerves"

"yeah- i guess so but ive gotta find a new job now, it was hard enough finding that one" you said, staring down into your lap

mike looked at you, "look, you dont need to get a job my jobs good enough, were not struggling anymore you dont need to work if you dont feel like it" he said with a soft voice, looking at you with his big brown eyes

you kissed him slowly, a needy kiss, you needed this.

that inoccent kiss slosly escelated into a heated makeout session, you on his lap, hand on his neck, while his hands were under your shirt slightly groping your tits

when he squeezed your nipple, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, you felt him smirk against your lips before he detached his lips from yours, moving onto your neck, attacking it with his mouth

teeth biting into your neck, he seperated his lips from your neck, to take your shirt off, you lifted your hands up, allowing him to remove it, before he went back to assaulting your body with his mouth

his hands reaching behind you, unbuckling your bra and pulling it off your shoulders

he pulled away again, lifting his shirt up above his head, taking it off

he layed you down, trailing kisses and bites all the way from your neck, to your stomache, when he reached your lower abdomen he tugged at your waist band, he was in control this time and he wasnt gonna go easy on you

he slipped your jeans off, leaving you in panties, he then broight his fingers to your covered cunt, rubbing circles against your covered clit "oh god mike- more please!" you screamed, abby wasnt home so you could be as loud as you wanted

mike slipped your panties off, restint his face right infront of your clothed cunt, his hot breaths hitting it "please mike-"

he then got up, staring at you, he wasnt gonna give you what you wanted, no, its too early

"one second" he said, getting up off the couch, heading into your room, "fuck you mike!" you shouted, he replied with a soft chuckle, "youre gonna regret that" he went inside, coming out a few seconds later with something in his hand

you lifted yourself onto your elbows "whats that?" you asked, your eyes widening when you realized what it was, a vibrator

"when did you get that? and why dont i know about this" you asked

"ive been hiding it for a while, looking for a good time to use it on you, and nows the right time" he said walking over to you

"open your legs for me" he said, you obeyed, opening your legs, he slowly put the vibrator between your folds, you gasped at the cold feeling of it, he then switched it on

the moment you felt it start vibrating against yoy, you threw your head back, letting out a semi-loud moan

mike held the vibrator against your clit, you jerked your hips up, you didnt mean to do it but you did it out of reflex a few times causing mike to reach his hand out to your stomache, pinning you down. preventing you from moving

after a few minutes, of moaning and whimpering you tried to make out a word, letting mike know you were about to come, "mike- mikey- im about to come"

you were almosy there, when you felt the vibrator stop, you looked at mike, he had a shit eating grin on his face "w-why'd you stop" you said, disappointed

"youre not cumming on this vibrator baby, the only place youre going to cum is on my cock alright?" he said, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and taking them off along with his boxers

his cock slapping against his stomache as he positioned himself between your legs, he slipped the tip in, his head inbetween your neck, muttering soft nothings and praises

you felt the stretch, it burned, it wasnt your first time taking him but every time, he split you open, hes really big

as he continued sliding his cock inside your cunt, you could feel every vein, and when he finally bottomed out, he didnt give you time to adjust

he started thrusting in and out with no warning, moans leaving your mouth, mike lifted himself off you, holding into your hips

the sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the room as mike fucked you into oblivion, "open your mouth" you didnt hesitate, opening your mouth, hair messy, sweat running down your forehead

mike spit into your mouth, he then used his hand to shut your jaw shut "swallow" he waited for you to swallow, whimpers being let out while you swallowed his spit

you were about to cum "m-mike oh god!" you said, he knew you were close and so was he, he kept thrusting in and out, quickning up the pace a little bit

a loud moan left your mouth as you squirted all over mikes lower abdomen, once he knew you were done, hr slipped out, jerking himself off until he came, thick ropes of cum covering your tits and stomache

mike fell against you, panting

" you were so good" he said against your cheeck, kissing it

you layed there for a few minutes, before mike got up "come on lets washup abbys gonna be home anytime now"

you let out an annoyed groan, before getting up.

#mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike fnaf #five nights at freddys #smut #fnaf smut #mike smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #mike x reader #fnaf mike x reader #peeta mellark #josh hutcherson #josh futturman

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seelestia · 1 year

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If you really want to write something for me (crab 🦀) then how about some Kaveh fluff because he is way to relatable right now, especially in my current situation (doesn’t have to be though, I didn’t expect you to want to write something for me so get a bit creative with it lol) 🦀 🦀 🦀

— 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 & 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.

SUMMARY. when you offer a friend a suggestion on how to increase his efficiency, you don't expect your intimacy for him would also increase alongside it. (he doesn't expect it too.) (1.5k+ words)

CHARACTERS. kaveh + GN!reader.

GENRE. fluff, angst with comfort, friends to ??? (when ur friend starts looking a lil too good for some reason...).

CW. references to kaveh's backstory, implications of crying and stress (kaveh our beloved <//3), reader wears reading glasses (cool stuff) and rambles abt naps.

THOUGHTS. ik all kaveh simps and kinnies want to give him a hug, so here you go! i cherish him vv much. to 🦀 anon, let's just treat this as like your commissioning me in a way (i hope this ficlet is alright?? i'm rusty hhhhh) ♡

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"Ughhhhhh."

So, the rumors amongst the people of the Akademiya are true, after all; that there can never be a silence that lasts too long when a certain man with blond hair is present.

"Gahhhhhh."

For someone who is still at the prime of his life, KAVEH sure looks like he has already aged a hundred years in the span of a single night. But according to the people at the Akademiya, this occurrence is nothing out of the ordinary and as someone who has known him for years, you can absolutely concur with them.

With a hand on his temple and a heavy sigh that weighs a thousand troubles, there is no other way for the blond male to express his frustration besides verbal means — and to that, too, you are a witness sitting across from him on the table.

Guess that's just the price you have to pay for agreeing to help him when he begged you yesterday. According to him, your "job description" is just to stop him from dozing off because a deadline from a client of his is nearing way too quickly for his liking.

Thus, here you are — watching him do his work while you do your own work on a table at his place (or more precisely, his room in Alhaitham's place but you don't want Kaveh to fly into a fit of rage).

"My head hurts," Kaveh groans.

"Because you've stared at that blueprint for hours now," you answer.

"My back hurts too," he complains again.

"Because you haven't changed your position ever since we started sitting," you retort again.

If anyone were to ask for some sort of proof about the frequency of Kaveh's grumbles, the fact that you could respond so naturally and quickly while barely taking your gaze off the documents spread out in front of you, as if you've done this so many times before (which you have), would have sufficed.

"[Y/N]," Kaveh calls your name in a dramatic whine, "You're supposed to sympathize with me...!" But you don't find the need to look up from your paper when you can almost feel the pout forming on his lips already.

It isn't as if you don't want to empathize with him, but that sight of his pout happens to be quite adorable — does it count as being mean if you want him to keep it on for a bit longer? Ha, what a strange feeling.

"Then, why don't you take a nap?" you give him a suggestion as you look up to spare your colleague a glance, "I'll wake you up in about 20 minutes or so."

That look of hesitance on Kaveh's face makes you raise an eyebrow. "Sounds tempting, but are you sure doing that wouldn't waste more time instead of saving it?" the man tilts his head questioningly with a frown as if he is unsure of the right answer himself.

"Idiot," you blurt out.

Thank goodness the circumference of the table isn't wide enough to interrupt your movements as you put down your reading glasses and reach out to pull on Kaveh's cheek gently. He, as the one on the receiving end, doesn't think the gesture is as gentle as it looks though.

"Hey! Ouch, ouch—" Kaveh cries out a little yelp that is a perfect representation of his surprise. "Let me ask you this," you release his cheek from your grasp and he expresses gratitude to the Dendro Archon like never before while you continue, "Why do you think you've been staring at that blueprint without being able to function properly?"

"Uh, umm," he stammers, "...Because I feel tired, maybe?" Again, he sounds unsure of himself but that is most likely because you've shaken off half of his brain cells by pinching his cheek just now. Fortunately, judging by that satisfied expression on your face, he seems to have gotten it right.

"Good," you nod approvingly, "Naps have been proven to provide relaxation, reduce fatigue, and increase alertness. The most optimal time for adults is between 10 to 20 minutes."

Kaveh listens to you intently, but that dumbfounded look he has on almost says otherwise. Noticing this, you decide to feign an aura of seriousness as you add, "I was being generous when I offered to wake you up after 20 minutes, by the way. I could've set it to 10 minutes instead."

"You're ruthless," he gapes.

"So, are you going to take a nap or not?" you stifle a giggle.

"Seems like that's the best option I have right now," your dear friend can only shrug his shoulders defeatedly. In order to prepare for his nap, Kaveh sets aside the blueprint he has previously spent hours working on and neatly folds his arms on top of the table.

"Sleeping on a desk isn't very comfy but it'll do," he heaves out an exhausted sigh. Not even one second into placing his head atop his folded arms, he is already missing the softness of his bed back at home — but he can't really complain, so he closes his eyes in silence despite the slight discomfort.

You observe, picking up the disgruntled noises Kaveh makes as he shifts around to find the right position to lay his head. This quiet moment where your banters with him finally die down is when you can truly see the burdens weighing upon his shoulders and your gaze can't help but soften.

Despite how empathetic he appears or how his dramatic antics always elicit a laugh out of others, you know Kaveh really has been through a lot — and you wonder if you didn't suggest he take a nap, would he have neglected his health to do more in a state of low efficiency? Does he often allow himself some time to rest like this?

"You're really tired, aren't you?" your voice lowers into a soft murmur.

"...Yeah," his answer comes out quieter than your question.

"Deadlines are killing me. I know it's meant to help me be organized and all," you see how he opens his eyes to glance at the blueprint mere inches away from his face, "But right now, it's putting more pressure on me than anything."

Kaveh exhales another drained sigh, "And I still have my debts to worry about too. God, when will this all end..." His voice eventually trails off into an evident crack like he is about to choke, "So many things at once, I feel like it's all crashing on me..."

Your heart clenches. He's about to cry, you note.

"Hey," you speak tenderly. "Don't frown so hard, it'll make your head hurt more," you extend your hand to rub soothingly at the deepening frown on his forehead with your thumb. "Oh, s-sorry," his lips try their best not to tremble when he lets that apology slip, but you're not here to scold him.

"Even if it all comes crashing down on you, you'll be able to push them all off eventually, right? One at a time," you say as you rub a few more circles on his forehead to soothe his headache. You're not certain on how he'd receive your words, so you purse your lips with a tinge of reluctance, "Even now, you're still working on it, aren't you? Don't beat yourself up for not reaching your goal when you're still in the process. That's not fair to yourself."

There is a moment of silence before you hear a series of sniffles. "Curses..." he mumbles with a pathetic chuckle, "Look at me, putting this all on you when I'm supposed to be taking a nap." Just as you're about to shake your head in denial, Kaveh's eyes flicker to meet yours — and you're momentarily stunned by how they look.

Mesmerizing irises in the color of red stare back at you; they're glassy as if a single touch would make them ripple and a dam of tears will burst from it, yet filled with unspoken gratefulness.

"And... thanks for saying that," he smiles, "It's been a while since people actually took my problems seriously, s-so um, shoot—" Darn it, his tongue just has to mess up at the worst timing! Kaveh picks himself back up with a small cough, "Uh, anyway, what I was about to say is that it means a lot to me... So, thank you."

He peers at you worriedly after finishing his words, concerned that you'll laugh at him instead. But rather than a laugh, he is met with the softest smile and Kaveh swears— he swears that his heart has never thumped this hard before. Never ever.

"I'm glad," you say and suddenly, he feels oddly exposed underneath your gaze. He has always been more used to your sterner yet caring side; so, this gentleness of yours is sending inexplicable warmth rushing through his veins.

Oh no.

How is he supposed to sleep now?

Then, comes the sensation of something in his hair and Kaveh winces before registering the fact that it's actually your fingers that are combing through his hair. The shock easily fades into relaxation and he lets out a sigh of contentment, "That feels nice."

"Should I stop?" you ask.

"N-no," his hand grabs onto your wrist almost desperately as if keeping it in place. "Keep going... please," Kaveh utters the last word so meekly you almost mistake it for a whisper.

You smile to yourself.

"Sleep well, Kav."

Perhaps, you uttered those words with more love and newfound affection for him than you realize.

And maybe he, too, realizes the same.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

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szasfuckingwife · 1 year

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PROJECT Z

PT2 of PROJECT X

EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: a little fluff + angst, Eren grovelling for forgiveness.

a/n: idk how yall will react to this cuz i genuinely dk if it’s good or bad😩

You vividly remember the moment where you found out Eren cheated on you. Vividly, due the emotional crash you had the the two weeks after.

It was a Thursday and you were in his home. You’d just finished helping the stubborn boy finish his homework. One thing that was clear in memory was how he looked at you. With so much love and adoration, you would’ve never guessed what you’d soon find in his phone after he went to get snacks.

Once he left the room, a plethora of texts hit his phone from ‘LY’. Obviously, you were nosy and there was no doubt you’d try see who it was.

After two failed attempts, you finally guessed your boyfriends password that he seemingly changed.

However, you were met with a sight that changed the trajectory of your high school experience.

LY : Eren stop stringing me along

LY: Ik you said to give you more time but honestly i can’t

LY: you can’t just tell me you don’t love her than go on dates with her and shit

LY: I don’t wanna get hurt, I told you that

LY: whatever. you’re pissing me off n i’m done

Stupidly, you wanted to say sorry to her on behalf of Eren for how he was seemingly treated her. But why? Eren didn’t want you; he wanted her. The texts serving as proof to that. Nor ‘LY’ or Eren cared about you enough to admit to you the truth.

Why should you be the one feeling bad?

A sudden creak of Eren’s door made your heart skip a beat, and not in the way it did before when you saw him.

It angered you. The curve of the lips that you loved to kiss. The red in his cheeks after running upstairs, almost as if ran because he didn’t want you to be by his phone for too long. And his hair, that you had ran your hand through countless of times.

“You good?”, He chuckled, almost confused. That was until he saw his phone in your hand, and the messages with him and whoever ‘LY’ was.

When your eyes met with his, you almost broke down there in front of him. But you wouldn’t let him get that satisfaction, “What is this, Eren?”

The way you uttered his name showed him how helpless and overall done you were. He saw the way your eyebrows raised ever so slightly as if you were a baby, trying not to cry.

“What do you mean what is this-” “Who’s this ‘LY’, hm?”, You stand up just before he sits next to you. Anger was laced in your every movement that you made. You gripped so tightly on his phone that you thought it would snap.

But your face didn’t show that. Instead, an enraged girl was replaced by a heartbroken one.

“He’s…No, She’s some girl in my class. She means nothing to me, [Y/N].” Eren stands, looking down at you, desperately searching for a way to cover this up. “Why are you on my phone?”

His question took you aback. The loving boy was gone and in his place, a lunatic.

You struck his cheek immediately following his question, the sharp sound echoed throughout the room, contrasting the melodic Jhene Aiko playing from his speaker.

There’s nothing but disbelief on your face as you unwillingly tear up, “How can you ask me that?! You cheated on me, Eren. Y-You date me for a whole year and this is how you end it? Like this?”

He refused- no - he couldn’t look at you and see the girl he loved have nothing but hatred in her eyes.

“I trusted you. I let you into my home, meet my mom, my family. I meet yours…I-I show you my body, I trust you but you just don’t care, hm?’ Now, you’re sobbing. Words come out in a shaky rhythm with a voice break following it.

“[Y/N], she’s nothing, okay?”, He sighs and it breaks your heart. You couldn’t tell if it was an annoyed sigh or a desperate one. How was it that you couldn’t even tell if he was lying like you could before? “C’mon, [Y/N], you have to give me a chance to explain myself.”

“Explain what exactly?”

The silence in the room was thick. If you focused hard enough, you could’ve heard the rapid speed in which Eren’s heart was beating.

“If you wanted a relationship with whoever this is, you could’ve just told me.” Your hoarse voice frightened him as he looked at you pleadingly. “When did this start?”

He remained silent, annoying you further, “You owe me that. Tell me when it started-”

“After the party you planned for Sasha!”, He interrupted you.

It was stupid. Believing that he left your little gathering because his brother came back from college. But you did it anyway, because of love.

“This is fuckin’ crazy.” You chuckled, placing his phone on the counter and leaving his room.

When you left, Carla, his mother, looked at you with concern. It was hard to assume that she heard your conversation or if she just saw your tear stricken face.

She’s placed her bag on the coffee table, “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, and left the house.

Once you completed your homework, you felt the need to just sit and think.

What did you want?

Truth be told, you wanted Eren, minus the bad attributes. No gaslighting, no dishonesty, no disloyalty.

Just Eren and the way he loves.

Those nights where you were snuggled together, enjoying each other’s presence with sage wafting around in the air. Or him telling Connie to ‘Fuck off’ after you asked him to get off the game.

This was grief.

Yes, of a high school relationship, but grief nonetheless.

He mattered to you, and still does. You find yourself thinking about him in Psychology or staring at him when he read out a sonnet in front of the whole English class.

All you wanted to do is run up there, slap him him, kick him, yell at him. Then, kiss those bruises and hold him in your arms once more.

Whatever, it’s the weed talking.

Eren was a wreck. The suffocating smell of weed was taking over his room, essays were getting hand in late and he was just, overall, a wreck.

He was in chemistry contemplating whether to leave the classroom, or stay and listen to Mr Ackerman yap about whatever atoms were on the outer shell.

“Eren, bro, chill. You’re acting like a bitch, [Y/N] will come back-”

“No, she won’t.” Lana interrupted Jean, and silenced him. Eren mentally rolled his eyes, realising that if your best friend saw you do that, there was no way you’d get back together.

“Babe, if you cheated on me, I’d take you back.” Jean smooched his girlfriend on the cheek just before she protested.

Connie scoffed, “That’s ‘cause no one else would want your lame ass.”

“And because he wouldn’t find anyone better.” Lana added. She squeezed Jean’s cheeks with her hand and looked at him closely. “You’re also forgetting that I wouldn’t either.”

This was just what Eren needed. The concept of love being so far yet so near. His friends, his brother, nearly everyone he knew was in love with somebody; everyone but him.

“Lana.” Eren spoke. She glance at him, confused on why his voice was so serious. “I want her back.”

No one knew if it was shock or disbelief that made Lana look at Eren the way she did, but whatever it was, she wasn’t happy.

Her brows furrowed slightly, “And let you cheat on her again? Nah.”

“Lana, he was literally crying towards us on how much he wants [Y/N] back.” Connie chuckled slightly, not noticing the death stare his friend was giving him.

However, Lana just shrugged. “You should have thought about that before you cheated.”

She was right, and there was nothing Eren could do about it. Even if you guys did get back together, there would always be a left over mark on your relationship.

“But, I’m not gonna lie and say she doesn’t miss you.”

Eren’s head shot up at her words: there was hope. “She’s moved on but the fact that she’s still upset means she still cares about you. And, even if I hate you, I know you care about her. And it pains me to say that-”

“What she’s tryna say is that she doesn’t mind if you two get back together.” Jean interrupts his girlfriend, much to her anger.

“That is not what I was saying.” Lana shoved Jean . “I’m saying that if she takes you back, don’t fuck up.”

It was the night of senior prom and you felt awkward with your, or lack of, a date. Sure, it was nice soaking up all the attention your family gave you as you strutted outside in a gorgeous gown, but it was bittersweet.

“[Y/N], cmon lets go dance!” Sasha tried to pull you off your seat.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, Niccolo will be lonely! He needs you.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Connies around somewhere.” And as much as you disliked it, Sasha had you on your feet in the middle of the dance floor.

However, you felt no need for dancing. You felt the need to go home and cry.

He was here in a teal suit, contrast to the repetitive black you see amongst the boys. His hair, in a man bun as pear usual. He wore two diamonds stud and a pandora bracelet that you got him after two months together.

You watch him as he heads straight for his boys, basking in the compliments they were giving him. He smiles, pretending to blush as if his friends were spitting some actual game for once.

He looks so fine.

“I know you’re not looking at who I think you are…” Lana sighs as Mikasa and Sasha are on either side of her. “After the week of tears…[Y/N] I swear…”

You look down at your feet as you speak. “You know, he’s wearing the bracelet I got him…”

Your words silence them as they look at you with sympathy in their eyes. If it weren’t for Jean wrapping his arms around Lana at that moment, a tear might’ve fell from your eye.

“Babe, after they announce prom king and queen, I can drop you home if you want..?” He says to her. It’s wrong for you to be jealous, because it’s Lana, your best friend.

But, it reminds you of Eren.

“No, it’s okay I’ll-” Lana stops as you all hear the familiar melodic opening of a song you all know well.

The Lady of My Life by Michael Jackson.

For fuck sake you silently curse whatever possessed the dj to play this song.

Eren introduced you to this song. You remember one day, you were checking out his playlist and giggled at the sight MJ, seeing as Michael’s bouncy music contradicts with Eren’s intimidating demeanour.

But when you first listen to the song, and it’s lyrics, it’s different from how you normally perceive Michael. It’s slow, melodic and soothing.

Eren made you feel these feelings, no one else.

He introduced you to what actual love was, never mind his later regrettable actions.

You start to walk towards your table, deciding sitting down was better than wandering alone on the dance floor.

Until..

“You didn’t seriously think I’d let you sit when this is our song, right?” Eren appeared in sight and he held your hand.

You sigh. “Eren, just move-”

“Let me have this one dance. And then, you can forget I ever existed.” He smirks, digging his other hand in his pocket as if he was waiting for you to make a decision.

That stupid smirk, you thought. It wins you over every time.

Once more you sigh as he guides you to the dance floor. Whilst MJ is belting out how much he loves this girl, all Eren can think about is how, if given the opportunity, he’d be serenading you right now.

You’re all he knows, and hopefully, all he’ll ever know. After the basketball team, weed and his guard gets stripped away from him, all that’s left is a small boy that is trying to learn about love. His mother and father’s early divorce being testimony to that.

As the song plays, you find yourself laying your face on his chest, revelling in his scent.

“This is nice.”

You look up at him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “Being this close with you again. We haven’t had chance to properly talk.”

A chuckle almost left your lips as you find the irony in his words.

Last time you talked, he called you a whore.

“What’s there to talk about, Eren?” You almost want to just ignore him and let bygones be bygones. But of course you don’t.

“The fact that I still love you. Never stopped.” The way that he admitted that, as if you wouldn’t believe him, moved you in some sort of way.

Whether it be the softness in his eyes, or the calming way in which he spoke.

You sigh, “You love me?”

He nods.

“But you humiliated me. You cheat on me, then call me a whore.” You speak bluntly, almost scaring him with your unruffled attitude. Your heart was screaming, ‘He loves you! Can’t you see?!’ but your brain told you the complete opposite.

And, if not your brain, maybe the stares that Lana passed to you.

“You know me, [Y/N], I was wrong. And, I am sorry. I hurt you in the worst way possible. I don’t know if you can forgive me but I promise you that I will stop at nothing if it means you do.” Eren smiled. “Like I said at the party, mom misses you.”

Everything holding your heart together melts at his words. Maybe it was time to forgive and move on. It seems he’s changed; Eren would never be this sentimental when you two were together.

“Okay.” You whisper. “I’ll let you make it up to me. That doesn’t mean we’re back together. Like, at all. It’s just me giving you a chance.”

Immediately, you see happiness radiate on his face as he nods eagerly.

In ten or so years, you’ll smile at this moment: the time you forgave your then boyfriend for cheating. Whether that memory is filled with regret or gratitude is up to him. You’d like to think in those years you’d be married with a kid on the way.

You’d host frequent dinner parties with Jean, Lana, Connie Armin and Annie and whoever else you guys cherished so much.

And, maybe, at the end of the dinner, he’d pull you in, embracing you. Maybe, followed with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

But for now, a sweet little senior prom dance is enough for you and him.

a/n: yall pls don’t bully me if this is mid😭😭

#aot #attack on titan #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren angst #eren aot

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iamiamiam1111 · 1 year

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Challenge Progress:

so I’m doing @lotusmi‘s void challengeeee!

but I’m also using it in the case of making my life perfect and it works really well.

22nd February 2023:(Day-1)

okay it’s only day-1 and I’ve already seen great results.

- usually,when I wake up,I instantly go and check for more void success storie for motivation which is a bad habit ik but today,right after waking up,I ranted about how it’s super easy to get into the void state which is so aNnOyInG. right after that,I didn’t feel the urge to do that anymore. i knew that I get into the void effortlessly becuz I said so.

- in the afternoon,I put the sleep paralysis vid recommended by @gorgeouslypink. i never tried to induce sleep paralysis before so it’s time I do it. (nah I just was in the mood to do it today so I did lmao). i closed my eyes and affirmed for the void and I felt like I was being sucked out of my body and after a few minutes,I fell back into my body. but I was close.

but the thing is…

that is not how you induce sleep paralysis. 😭

you should set a timer for 5 hours first but I obviously didn’t recheck the sleep paralysis post and I just stayed still for like 10 minutes.

but it kinda worked ‘cause I assumed it did so-

- my void concept has gotten a lot better. now I do find void to be a part of my life. it’s easy and effortless for me to enter because I am the void. i don’t find void to be an impossible task to do. (I didn’t rlly find it impossible before but I did assume multiple times that it was hard to get into the void which was a huge mistake of mind because it’s super easy to enter.)

- my self concept has gotten better too. I have been manifesting things more effortlessly and i admire myself whenever I look in the mirror. (self-love 😌❤️) I also ranted about how I was addicted to studying and how it was SO annoying that I always get full marks. the board exams (finals) are starting in 4 days so I’ll tell you how it does. about the studying part,I studied ALOT today. I don’t even study like this usually. but today,I studied a lottt without my parents lecturing me to do so. my parents complimented me on this wheeee.

these are the results so far.

i am gunna try the @gorgeouslypink‘s Fild method when I wake up tmr because to me,it’s an easy method and I have had multiple successes of getting lucid dreams so this method resonates with me. thank you for reading! have a great day!

24th February 2023:(Day-2,Friday)

alright so today will be counted as day-2 because yesterday,I took a break. BUT GUESS WHAT?

today,I did an alpha state meditation and after affirming that I’m in the void for a few minutes,I GOT IN! I affirmed for this specific flavour of pringles and this specific flavour of dairy milk lmao. idk I just felt like it (food is life) and then,I got out of the void AND I GOT IT!

I have to make a void list to manifest the next time I enter the void.

i manifested a magnum icecream bar too but I already ate it lmao…oops.

Ik this seems like a simple desire but still…nothing compares to food. I should’ve manifested a feast but-

I’ve been wanting pringles for a while and specifically the pizza flavour and I just got some random chocolate that came to my mind to go along with it uwu.

Here’s proof:

#voidstate #void success #void state #manifestation #lawofassumption #law of assumption #success story

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ik this is a bizarre thing to say but i dont know anyone or anywhere i could say it so: w the recent wilbur soot allegations the one thing i just keep thinking is what if he kills himself? i obviously am not excusing the horrible things hes done but death is always tragic (imo) and well… hes unstable, hes been exposed for every possible thing to make his audience never see him the same way again, hes probably gonna lose friends and his band and the public image / money / fame he clearly cared deeply about. he has a history of mental illness that has not gone away nor been addressed properly. hes totally in the exact spot where an attempt would almost seem rational. i feel like im going insane i hope my gut is dead wrong about this but omfg i just cant shake it

Not bizarre, I had the same thought and even talked about it with modcord a bit in vc right after it happened. I do think it’s possible, and I think his actions after his ��apology” really reinforced any desire he may have to do so.

It’s funny because the day before he made that Twitch account and things like that, I was thinking that, while this is bad for his career, I could see him having a comeback. Disappear for 9-12 months, come back with a good apology video (video posted to yt to get as many casual ex-fans to see as possible bc people don’t really block yt channels) and say you’ve changed and have proof, AA coins, therapy notes, medication bottles, things that prove that you’ve been doing something over those whole 9-12 months and not just sitting on ur ass until the last week. Message Shelby personally before making a return to the public eye, give a genuine and heartfelt apology with no expectation to reconnect, but don’t make it public that you did so. Thank her for forcing you to take accountability and being the slap in the face you needed to change. Let her share that interaction or let it stay between you two. Certainly not everyone would go back to him, but casual fans that aren’t on social media probably would. I say this knowing my irl who is one of those—I know that if he did those things that she’d listen to his music again. Of course, he might not have changed at all and just done all of it for selfish reasons, but I wasn’t thinking about it in a “oh I hope he can redeem himself” way, I was thinking of it in a PR way.

But as soon as he started acting like a fool with that Twitch account and the subtle passive aggressiveness, he ruined any chance that he could come back. He showed that he’s not regretful, even a little. After just the apology, he could’ve spun it that he was in the moment and not thinking and called himself an idiot for posting it, but everything after… just stupid. Good riddance I guess

#ask #wilbur soot #// suicide

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seongminiz · 3 months

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hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your moth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you couldn't almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🫙 anon !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours

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booigi-boi · 6 months

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Ik they're very different because of the format, but do you have a preferrence between Curt and Jeff as Tinky?

For me Jeff's Tinky was just the voice, like I genuinely never thought about imagining the Lords as humans before NPMD, so I didn't really think much about his portrayal other than that. Guess it's one of the cons of Nightmare Time :(

But I wouldn't say I like Curt's Tinky over Jeff's, cause unlike people who didn't watch NMT before going into NPMD, I grew up (lol) with Tinky just being a doll. Like, Curt's Tinky is like that cause they were summoned on the altar that resides in Hatchetfield High. Summon them at CCRP's altar and they'd just be tired office guys, lmao

I guess what I'm trying to say is I don't really have a preference. I like Jeff's Tinky cause my Tinky design has his (then, RIP) long hair. I like Curt's Tinky cause he was the introduction of the Lords to many other people, and people really love Tinky's unhinged middle child energy. They're both great Tinkys to me :3 They both can do the voice and Curt can act out that voice amazingly

Official Ted artist (self proclaimed) approved 🐐💛

(Time Bastard is regarded by majority as one of the best Nightmare Time episodes, so if you want more Tinky, please go watch it (or listen, you can just listen to them as they're narrated so well))

(Also as I'm proof reading this from typos, I realised I can't write at all, my thoughts just go from one to the next so weirdly, lmao)

#ask #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #tinky #t'noy karaxis #nightmare time #nerdy prudes must die

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undead-merman · 1 year

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Childhood doll Lucifer comes to life with GN-Reader SFW

Childhood

He was there since your 5th birthday, a pristine little doll dressed up in a fancy and well-made suit. A small little jacket hanging from his back with a charming smile. Not to mention he was nice to hold, a perfect toy to hold and love.

Your caretakers had taken a lot of photos of you with him. You also always had him with you, like a safety blanket. You always loved having him around and even playing with him.

He was an amazing companion and when it was time to pack him up and move out, you felt a horrible feeling of sorrow.

Awakening

It was on your thirtieth birthday, your friends had taken you out to celebrate and you had drank just a little bit when you returned back home after being dropped off.

If you kept your childhood companion around to admire or even have to sleep with… well it’s up. Standing there, or at least someone who looks just like him. Even down to his jacket and gloves. The same exact color.

He smiles at you and greets you with a knee to the floor and kisses your hand. Your heart raced. Your friends had to have planned this, but looking around and even checking outside they were gone. No hidden cameras, they were hiding. Lucifer asked what you were up to.

If you had sealed him away, as you are taking off your shoes and coat there was a knock on the door. When opening it, there he was, a man wrapped in a coat and holding an umbrella as the rain falls. He greets your name and even bows ever so slightly to you.

He gazes over you with such affection and love. Lucifer talks about missing you. Thinking of you every day while in that box you put him into. He understands why you put him away but he's happy to be with you once more.

Either way he comes to you in this new flesh-bound form he remembers the tiniest things you shared with your doll when you were alone. Little secrets and games you both played. For him, your love was enough to fuel a soul for him.

How he got the body? Well, he doesn’t tell you. He just offers to love you and you can’t even protest as he starts helping you get ready for bed. Even tucking you in just right and passing out as soon as he shuts off the lights.

A New Life With You

Life gets into a quick swing with him around. He made your meals every day, even packed your lunch for work, and had dinner ready for when you got home. He cleaned and even organized things just the way you liked them. He never got in your way, he only made life easier for you. It was hard to be creeped out when your life was stress-free as soon as your stepped back into your place and a few candles were lit and some of your favorites were for dinner.

He was a great listener, just like he was in the past. Always earnestly listening to your complaints with a smile and understanding body language. He never offered advice unless you asked him and he always gave you great advice. Especially stuff that was best for you. Not just basic everyday advice. He really took your needs and wants into it.

Even with the time you spend together he never reveals what happened to get him a body. Even providing scenarios doesn’t get him to reveal his secrets at all. He never falters with it and always looks amused when your trying to guess.

Even when you start digging into him or maybe look up dolls coming to life, he always finds you and pulls you away. “No need to get into that. I’m here now aren’t I? That’s all that matters.”

He seems to really dislike messes. You remember even as a child he didn’t seem to get dirty at all. Like he was stain-proof. Well, at least now all your clothes seem to be as well with him taking care of them.

Life is comfortable with him around. And he ikes how relieved you look. He’s happy to stay with you as a companion in your older life. He hopes maybe one day… He can be something more. But for now, he wants to focus on keeping you happy.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #fluff

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theoddest1 · 3 months

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i fear viv is like j*k*r -

there is evidence, proof, so so much of it. and even then, just her behavior alone, without the really bad stuff, is questionable to say the least. i dont know how to put it, but she and her fans act like 12 year olds on wattpad (i used to be one of those kids to some extent ik what im talking about here lmfao). it is a FACT she's horrible and disgusting (i could list a thousand other things here but the critical community already knows all this) and still people defend and dickride her. it is no lie that her fanbase is like a cult. i wonder if these people are actually completely oblivious or are just as horrid because the fact she's a horrible person is as clear as day. the fetish shit, her weird ass transphobia, her blatant disgregard to actual victims that aren't her fans, her drawing... that , her racism, her- should i go on? and i fear there is no consequences for BOTH these people- they will go on until they die without ever facing their actions and stuff. its disturbing.

its like j*k*r all over again. i sense a pattern here. not sure what kind, but its so fucking baffling how both are horrid and insufferable AS CLEAR AS DAY as people and HARM OTHERS and still get so much support. both need to be studied because what the fuck have they going on that protects them meanwhile some people on social media get cancelled for one sentence they said 17 years ago (not that that's not "valid" it's just baffling how some people get cancelled over the smallest shit meanwhile....) and these people get to enjoy their life without consequences while there's MOUNTAINS of proven evidence.

i feel like i discovered a goddamn alien baby the way im so fucking flabbergasted at all this.

anyways, sorry for the rant.

i hope you have a nice day/evening/morning/night!

Hey, no worries! Rant away! It's a very strange enigma for sure, and the fandon does indeed act like a cult! My guess for how Viv keeps getting away with all this stuff is that she has a parasocial relationship with her fanbase. The idea of landing a job or getting close with a creator with such a large following overrides any sense of reason or care for her actions, so people keep gassing her up because it could likely lead her to like or comment on their stuff. There's also the pseudo kind act she puts on, so people think she's the sweetest person ever when she has showcased the opposite. There's also a loooot of fandom bullying. Lots of the big dogs in the fandom bully people into silence or make em think they're in the wrong.

There's a WHOLE lot of control going on here, and thanks to her ass kissers logic is thrown out the window. Finally, there were the overblown posts highlighting things that, while weird or gross, aren't "cancelable" enough or downright exaggerations of the truth or lies. These threads on Twitter, especially back in 2019, did more harm than good and led many into believing there was a mob that simply wanted to cancel her for being popular. The threads consisted of her old cringe art (some are very questionable don't get me wrong) rather than the ones where she encouraged fandom bullying and made fun of a 15 year old fan for simply being critical of her work and called them nasty for it. No one did any research on her behavior or how she was an absolute bully to people like Starvader. Callouts need to consist of hard evidence so stuff like this doesn't happen, where your callout does more harm than good.

These factors led to many straight up turning off their brains and blatantly ignoring hard evidence. It's very, very stupid.

Also, who is the other person you mentioned? The only one that comes to mind is the guy who plays League of Legends and is famous for winning many championships.

#anon ask #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #viv get a grip #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism

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crims0nghozt · 2 months

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ok different from my usual fun posts + ik y'all won't give a fart abt my opinion but i really need to say something that nags at me a lot on here

i was talking to my friend on discord (great way to start this 😭) and we got to the subject of like, calling celebrities/historical figures fine and/or crushing on them. which at first i was like "weird" but when i thought abt it more idrc it's normal to crush on celebrities/historical figures even. but what i started to think about again was that thing that always bothers me when i see things about one of my favorite actors

i'm being vague right now but dw i'll elaborate

basically i'm not talking about how people call celebrities fine and crush on them. idc about that, while i don't exactly do that myself. that's just expected atp. but what i mean is when people actively sexualize and say REALLLYYY LEWD shit about a REAL, BREATHING, ALIVE PERSON who could very well SEE THESE POSTS. it's always irked me when seeing posts about, you probably didn't guess it, billy moseley.

this is gonna cause some irritation in the fandom i think but i seriously get weirded out when i see people sexualizing the guy himself. like, i understand his characters, but i've been seeing some people on here genuinely sexualizing HIM.

uh hey did you guys forget he's MARRIED AND HAS DAUGHTERS?? 😭 that's SUPER FUCKING WEIRD DUDE

like I've seen it way too much and people never say anything about it. you guys are sitting here saying this lewd shit about a real man who could very well see it. while yes, i may not know his boundaries, realistically i don't think he'd appreciate being sexualized by gooners on tumblr/the internet in general while he has a literal wife.

listen, i'll leave this topic alone when i see/hear proof of him saying he doesn't care about being sexualized. until then i think y'all r honestly kinda freaks (not in a good way) for this. like yeah i love bill moseley, he's a good guy and he's a really good actor. but you guys are just taking it too goddamn far in my opinion by saying all this weird stuff about him.

now i know all this isn't new, and people have been saying weird sexual shit about many celebrities and still are, and i'm not saying that stuff is normal either. all of it is still very weird. i'm just only commenting on the stuff I've seen in the fandoms i mainly interact with recently and i've just been seeing way too much of this and while i usually don't comment on it, it just has been bothering me that nobody's said anything about it??

anyway a tldr for ppl like me who hate reading long Tumblr posts: people have been sexualizing bill moseley (himself, not his characters) way too much and i find it weird af

#guys before you jump on me idc if people sexualize his characters because those are characters #but guys cmon now.. 😭 ik he's good looking but it's just really strange to me #i know i'm going to get so much hate if people were to find this but i am genuinely offput by people like this #almost as bad as booktok gooners but that's an entire new can of worms #but i digress #bill moseley

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 1 year

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Tf2 Mercs with a S/O who used to be a Chornobyl Liquidator? They even have a medal from the soviet government as proof yet S/O still has a few major health issues due to the radiation, they were allowed to keep a replica of their gear which they got to upgrade, the liquidators were either Soldiers, Veterans, helpers, older people, or maybe even people who lived in pripyat during the event, S/O could of been a soldier who chose to expose themselves to high amounts of radiation during their time shoveling debri off the roof of the power plant, they also helped in spraying down areas with "Borda"(A molasses like liquid that trapped radioactive particles which hardened and soldiers had to peel off and bury) if you've ever seen pictures you have probably seen the liquidators with this outfit on (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/670895675731078322/)

Anyway, I just was wondering how you'd think the tf2 mercs would react to finding out S/O helped in theclean up of the event even knowing they could die or develop cancer in their later life, you can ignore this if you don't want to write it, I'm just currently doing research on Chernobyl and was imagining the tf2 group with a tenth class called the "Liquidator"

P.S ik that chernobyl happened after 1970 but I was thinking maybe the react fic could of been in modern time like early 2000's and S/O is put in their team

A/n: Sorry this took so long! As always, sorry if it seems I'm stereotyping, I'm not. I did a little bit of research on the internet. If there's anything incorrect, please let me know so I can correct it!

Scout:

Scout opened the door to your room. For a while, you had been experiencing some pain in your back. You were breathing a bit harder than usual. Medic claimed it was just some health problems, that’s all, and that you would be back on your feet in no time. But Scout wasn’t too sure about that. He grabbed Demoman and Soldier to help him uncover secrets you were possibly hiding from the team. You were away right now. Scout snuck in easily. Your room was small and neat compared to Scout’s. His room was a complete mess. He scoffed.

“Yeah, let’s see what secrets you’re hiding,” he said. He checked your closet, floorboards, and under your bed. There was nothing secretive. Unless pennies in shoes were considered suspicious, Scout was at a dead end. He sighed. Your uniform was laid out on the bed. There was a small medal attached to the chest pocket. “Hmm, never seen that before,” Scout mumbled to himself, grabbing it. The words were written in foreign language. He took the medal to Heavy and had him translate. You came back from a medical checkup when Scout confronted you.

“Oh, hey,” you tiredly said. He had a frustrated expression on his face. He wasn’t trying to seem mad.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Chernobyl liquidator!” Scout exclaimed. “It took me a while to figure it out! The first clue shoulda been your class name.” You breathily laughed.

“Vy tse zrozumily (You figured it out),” you replied. “Let me guess, Heavy read the medal for you.” He nodded. “Do you have any questions?” Oh boy, he was excited. He rapidly asked questions so fast, you didn’t have time to answer. Some of his questions were very easy to answer, like where you were when the disaster happened. Some were asking about myths that didn’t exist, like if it was Godzilla who caused the power plant to explode. He was very giggly like a child. But aside from all this, he was worried about your health problems. They weren’t severe yet. You had a long life ahead of you and Scout was with you every step of the way. He never boasted to anyone that his significant other helped cleanup more debris than a robot. He did rant about it to his mother though. Scout created fundraisers to raise money for doctor checkups. You were very lucky to have someone like Scout.

Soldier:

Soldier never thought you were a soldier too. What did you do before you were a mercenary? To put it simply, help clean up much of Chernobyl. You were a veteran living in Pripyat who volunteered to clean up Chernobyl, though you kept that part of your life hidden from Soldier. On the battlefield, you were known as the Liquidator, trapping your enemies in a gooey trap then scraping their dried remains off. He didn’t know, but your weapon was a modified version of the contraption you used to spray down the power plant. You were dressed in a gas mask all the time with goggles and a strange suit.

“I’m home,” you called out, closing the door. You sighed heavily. Today’s battle was hard. You needed a break after your small walk you had returned from. Soldier popped his head out of the kitchen.

“Hey cupcake,” he said. You dropped your bag on the floor. “We’re having steak for dinner, if you don’t mind.” You mumbled “alright.” You sat down on the couch and turned the T.V on. Soldier had some educational videos recorded and saved. You had some memory problems and would forget things most of the time. It worried Soldier. He slipped the steak off the pan and served it onto a plate. He came out. You were watching a small video on Marie Curie’s discovery of radium. They talked about health problems that came with being radiated. Soldier changed the channel. “C’mon, it’s time to eat,” he said. You followed him quietly to the table and sat down. You were distracted by the T.V. He sighed, sitting next to you.

“Soldat, ty znayesh, shcho take Chornobylʹ (Soldier, do you know what Chernobyl was)?” you asked. That was a weird question. Of course he knew. It was a nuclear disaster from 1986.

“Why do you ask, cupcake?” he replied.

“I was a “bio-bot,” as they called us,” you answered, recalling the cleanup. Soldier turned off the T.V. “During the cleanup of Chernobyl, they sent in robots. But because of high levels of radiation, they malfunctioned. So they sent in bio-bots, or liquidators,” you explained. Soldier began to understand now. The suit you wore on the battlefield was to protect you from the radiation. You absorbed 25 rems of radiation. You were part of that 90% that cleaned off the debris. “It was a year after I returned from serving my time in the army. They needed volunteers,” you said. Soldier placed his hand on your back. He knew that he would have to help you and wouldn’t hesitate to. He got you to appointments on time, he paid off medical bills, and helped comfort whenever you had to take something nasty. You both would get through this together.

Pyro:

Was there something wrong with you? You have been acting strange lately and your health wasn’t doing too good. You laid on the couch. You were sleeping and breathing heavily. Pyro pokes your cheek gently. Maybe the answers to your ill state could be found in your room. He knocked on the door even though you were lying on the couch. He didn’t want to invade your room, but he had to know what was going on. Your uniform was lying neatly across the bed. A medal was tucked under your uniform. It sparked a small curiosity in him. He took your entire uniform and started sewing in patches he made, burning edges, painting on your mask. He had figured it out. He was watching the news when they announced what happened in Chernobyl. You knew he didn’t really understand. There were going to be problems on the way and you didn’t want Pyro to worry. You never told him about your job as a liquidator. It was hard trying to keep a calm face when he showed you your graffitied uniform.

“Um, that’s nice,” you hesitantly said. He placed the sleeve with the Balloonicorn stickers in your hand. The one that caught your eye was the nuclear bomb sticker. Pyro noticed you eyeing it.

“Mmph (what’s up)?” he asked. You gently took the edge of your uniform’s collar. Your medal was hidden under there. “Mmph mmph mmph (Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask about that).” You softly smiled and put your uniform down.

“Tse dovha istoriya, pozhezhnyk (It’s a long story, firebug),” you answered.

“Mmmph mmph (Aw, c’mon),” Pyro whined. “Mmmph mmph (Tell me, please)?” He placed both his hands on the sides of his mask. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” you answered. Pyro cheered and sat with his legs crossed. You had been living in Pripyat a year after it had been founded. You lived there for the longest time. Until the Chernobyl accident. You were one of the many volunteers who cleaned up debris. Not only did you shovel off debris and spray down areas, you were a janitor who disposed of people’s food in their homes. You were given your medal as a sign of your bravery and help. Pyro was very happy to know his loved one was a hero. He swore on his balloonicorn that if your health started to decline, he would take care of you. And not with his toy doctor’s kit. On the battlefield, he would stay by your side and watch you take down enemies. He would just watch. He was waiting for you to collapse so he could catch you. But Pyro quickly learned that even if your health was shaky now, you would make it through. This didn’t stop Pyro from taking your uniform and drawing all over it after watching it.

Demoman:

It was snowing outside. Demoman was watching TV while you were on the roof shoveling snow off. Why you would be doing that now, he didn’t know. Demo just knew that you were good at shoveling stuff off. It brought back some memories from your days of peeling off dried Borda and shoveling radiated debris. Demoman didn’t know you helped back in the Chernobyl incident even though you had told him several times. He never could remember, since he was drunk most of the time. There was a loud crash outside that snapped Demoman out of his drunken haze. You had almost slipped off the roof and were hanging off the edge. He rushed outside and carefully brought you back down.

“What were you doing up there?” he asked, bringing you inside. You closed the door behind you.

“Padav snih (It was snowing),” you replied. Demo turned around.

“If you want to shovel something, shovel the driveway and not the roof,” he said. You sat the shovel against the wall.

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” you answered. Demoman turned around, curious. What did you mean by “it’s a habit”? He watched you sit down and turn on the T.V. Demo snuck off into your room. There had to be more to this story. He was suddenly intrigued. What did you say you were before you were a mercenary? A liquidator? There was a medal that you had talked about all the time. He eventually found it in your drawer. It was gifted to you by the Soviet Union. It was proof that you helped clean up Chernobyl. Demoman returned to the living room. He understood now. He remembered all those times you told him about your past. You had recently moved to Pripyat when the accident happened. You sprayed and shoveled off areas. You thought with your uniform, you would end up being okay. You were exposed to radiation and developed health issues. That was one thing Demoman didn’t know. You didn’t want to worry him.

“Aye, Y/n, you were a liquidator, right?” he asked. “Would it be alright if I asked some more about it?” You thought about it. Eventually, you would have to tell Demoman the whole truth now. It seemed he remembered everything you told him.

“Zvychayno (Sure),” you answered. You patted the seat next to you. “Now, would you like to know how borda worked?”

Heavy:

The suit you always wore, which had been upgraded when you joined the team, looked very familiar to something Heavy had heard of. You were part of the team for some time now. He had seen a Soviet government medal sitting on top of your drawer. You were a liquidator. You kept most of your life secret from everyone. Heavy started piecing the clues together. You had photos of your life before your mercenary job. The background was always the same. It was the same city, just at different angles and different times. He didn’t think too much of it. But he did start to think about it when he found out you had acute radiation syndrome. You were hematopoietic. Medic was doing his best to keep the number of blood cells in you up. It was starting to show.

“Y/n, why are you so leetle?” Heavy asked. You knew what he meant by that. He never wanted to ask why you were constantly sick, or weak, as he was trying to say. You didn’t want to tell him you had been diagnosed with ARS a few years after Chernobyl and its clean up. You were there as a liquidator. Not only did you scrape off the dried radioactive particles and bury them, but you worked to make sure radioactive material didn’t enter the aquifer of Chernobyl’s reactor. Your class name and uniform gave it away. Heavy eventually came to the conclusion you were a Chernobyl liquidator. That’s how you got sick, exposure to radiation.

“Oh, hey Heavy,” you said. He sat down next to you, with a worried look on his face. He put down your medal on the table.

“Y/n, Pochemu ty ne skazal mne ran'she (why didn’t you tell me sooner)?” he asked. You softly smiled and took Heavy’s hand.

“YA ne khotiv, shchob ty khvylyuvavsya (I didn’t want you to worry),” you answered. “It was my duty. I wanted to help.” Heavy gave a sigh. He understood. On the battlefield, you constantly helped the others. You’d spray down the enemies as a distraction so your teammate could get away. He leaned over and kissed your forehead. Heavy knew you would survive whatever life threw your way.

“Ne volnuysya, moy malen'kiy geroy, ya budu zdes', chtoby pomoch', yesli ya tebe kogda-nibud' ponadoblyus' (Don't worry my little hero, I'll be here to help if you ever need me),” he said.

Engineer:

You had told him you were an engineer as well. He asked what you majored in. You never answered Engie. It wasn’t a total lie. You were an engineer in search of a job when you came to Pripyat. You were originally going to take a job as one of Chernobyl’s engineers, but you decided to hold off. It was a good thing you did. You ended up volunteering as a liquidator to help clean up after the accident. That was one thing the Engineer didn’t believe when he found out. You dealt with thyroid cancer. That’s why he refused to accept the truth. He didn’t want to see his sweetheart struggle because of your choice. You willingly volunteered to clean up Chernobyl, even if you knew you risked getting sick. This strained your relationship with Engie. But you weren’t going to let your past ruin it completely.

“Hey, ne hanyaytesʹ za shpyhunamy bez mene (Hey, don't go chasing after spies without me)!” you called out. You were dressed in your uniform, which had been modified for the battlefield. Engy was setting up his nest when you called out for him. He looked up. You were smiling brightly. You were a bit more cheerful than most days.

“Howdy,” he replied, slightly surprised by your sudden mood change. Were you keeping a secret? Was your cancer getting worse? Engineer followed you like a hawk during the battle. You sprayed down enemies, froze them, then shattered them like glass. “Darlin’, is there something wrong?” Engineer asked during the second round.

“Ni, chomu (No, why)?” you asked. Engineer removed his helmet.

“Well, you’ve been actin’ a bit weird and Ah’m starting to worry,” he said. You smiled.

“Nothing bad is happening,” you answered. You placed your hand on his shoulder. “I was waiting to tell you at dinner, but my cancer has gone into remission.” Engy looked up, this time, truly surprised. You had gone to an appointment the other day for a checkup. Your doctor called you this morning with the good news. Engineer almost cried. He apologized for everything. You accepted his apology. To celebrate, he cooked his famous bacon meal.

Medic:

You? A Chernobyl liquidator? Medic found out as soon as he got a good look at your medal. He might’ve also broken into Pauling’s office and stolen your file. He was debating whether to be ecstatic that you were a Chenobyl liquidator and that meant that there was possible experimenting on you, or if he should have had a different feeling about all this. Even though you were exposed to radiation, there were no signs of major health problems. You had tiny problems. If there were any major problems, Medic would just fix them easily. You were a little uncertain about having a crazy doctor watch over you. Medic kept his word and didn’t experiment on you. He was interested in your history. You two would sit at the table and Medic would ask questions.

“Vhy clean up Chernobyl?” he asked.

“Tomu shcho Pryp'yatʹ bula moyim domom (Because Pripyat was my home),” you answered, sipping your drink. “Got any other questions?” Medic smiled.

“Ja, what did you have for lunch breaks?” It was simple nights like that you enjoyed. Just sipping coffee, or tea, with Medic under the cheap, dining room chandelier. Something you enjoyed besides talking with Medic was using your old equipment out on the battlefield. You sprayed down enemies, freezing them, and then either peeled or smashed them to bits. They always kept coming back. Even if they tried to ignore you, you simply redid the whole process again. Medic may have taken some body parts for experimentation. You had a replica of your old uniform. It was slightly worn but it worked perfectly. Medic actually helped upgrade your suit. He changed the style just slightly so it matched his uniform. You didn’t let him upgrade the mask though.

Sniper:

When he first met you, you were dressed in your gear. It scared Sniper, but he started less scared about your uniform the more he learned about you.You two had been together for a while. He knew you were a liquidator who cleaned up Chernobyl. Your medical file had a long list of issues you had since 1986. Your cancer was in remission and you were recovering from hair loss. You still went to your doctor for checkups. You were doing fine so far. Sniper kept a close eye on you. You weren’t dealing with anything else. He was grateful for that. He worried day and night that you were going to suffer. He was scared he couldn’t do anything. You didn’t want him to worry so hard that his hair would turn gray. So the first thing you did after requesting time off was research how to deal with cancer, including emotionally.

“Pryvit, Snayps! Yak spravy sʹohodni (Hey Snipes! How are you)?” you happily said one morning. It surprised Sniper slightly.

“Morning Roo,” he hesitantly answered. You tried to keep your lifestyle the same. You kept enthusiastic, trying to give Sniper hope that you would be fine. He also did research on how to deal with cancer as your loved one. You both would share each other’s thoughts and feelings. Another way you both got through this was relaxing. You’d take Sniper out on picnics or he’d drive you out at night to gaze up at the stars. It was nice. Unfortunately, Scout knew a lot of lies about cancer. For a while, he would ask if you were contagious or if you were fit to work. Sniper would get mad. He scolded poor Scout, calling him a couple of names. Spy eventually had to pull Sniper away before he started pulling on Scout’s ear. It was a bit hilarious to watch the scene play out. Scout apologized and didn’t talk to you for a while. “Hmpf, that oughta teach him.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Klasychnyy Snayper (Classic Sniper),” you said.

Spy:

Spy bit his lower lip. Did you have days to live? No, you were a fighter. You were going to survive. You “told” Spy that you had medical problems. He found out snooping through your medical files. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. You had a small growth of cancer in your arm. Medic would be taking care of that sooner or later. This led to a series of investigations. He dug through files he stole from Ms. Pauling. He found your file and took it back home. He was scared as he read the first couple of pages. It turns out you were a media that documented the Chernobyl disaster. After that, you helped spray down contaminated areas and bury the radiation. Your heavy, muffled breathing scared Spy as you entered the room. He threw the file under his seat and pulled out The Dapper Cadaver magazine.

“Vechirniy shpyhun (Evening Spy),” you said, taking off your gas mask. The file under his seat caught your eye. “Shcho u vas pid nym (What do you have under there)?”

“Nothing, cherie,” he answered, kicking the file away. It was clear he was trying to hide something. You knew what it was. Sooner or later he was going to find out. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed.

“If you know some things about Chernobyl, then you probably figured out I was a bio-bot,” you said. “Five thousand people, including me, absorbed a lot of radiation. I joined the team because they had medical insurance.” Spy chuckled. That was not true about Mann Co. They only provided dental insurance. You took a seat next to Spy and took his hands in yours. “Shpyhun, tobi ne potribno khvylyuvatysya (Spy, you don’t need to worry),” you said. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Leave the worrying to me.” He chuckled.

“Je suppose que j'avais juste besoin de te faire confiance (I guess I just needed to trust you),” he replied. That was all Spy needed. Just a little faith that you were going to survive. And you did.

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