#aw + wr

[writeouswriter]

I will not reblog the discourse post even if I agree with it I will not reblog the discourse post even if I agree with it I will not reblog the discourse post even if I agree with it *screaming internally because I agree sooooo much but the tone of the post is slightly more hostile than need be so it's like yes yes yes but also hey no let's tone it down just a little okay, but to say that is discourse on its own sooo...* I will not reblog the discourse post even if I agree with it I will not—

[steel-and-fire]

"Aaah, for fucks sake!!!", he kicks a rock as hard as he can, frustrated.

"How?! I'm tanking the entire fucking swarm, how do they all get destroyed by a single undead commander!!

Completely Incompetent...!!"

Ferenir is getting absolutely sick of the terrible teammates he keeps having to work with.

[sillyshifterbean]

gonna shift in a few days to my better cr (maybe I should shift to my wr first?? idk)

edit: shifting to my wr first so I can get therapy and work on negative beliefs

[x-ladydisdain-x]

My biggest pet peeve is people who brag about being bad cat owners like it’s funny

[lightpickles]

[everymlmhybrid]

THE RAIN IS BACK BABY

[but-a-humble-selfshipper]

Also this is 100% an AU but honestly Henry and L.L.'s relationship would just be insane. Because sure very sexual and hell even fucking domestic at times but also a very toxic one bc Henry is still an awful guy and they are still in an almost "scientist and lab subject" thing too.

Worth mentioning Dave is obviously still around too but he's younger and L.L. is kinda like their step parent or something. Their relationship is probably complicated too bc he's clingy so to have someone take Henry from him is a bit negative but at the same time L.L. enjoys things he doesn't and that's a relief. L.L. has also physically fought Henry over him which Dave didn't really appreciate but that wouldn't stop them. They'd be a complicated bunch.

[hiperchile]

hab's geschafft

[athousandsuns2010]

i just had a very long phone call with my mom and tbh im so proud of how much she's grown in terms of like. acceptance.

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; newlyweds.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, afab! reader, v! penetration, heavily unedited

.: masterlist.

simon was not thrilled when you told him you didn’t want to sleep with him before the wedding, something about it being “bad luck”. at first he didn’t understand but he was willing to oblige, sleeping in the guest room didn’t sound too bad; although he didn’t like the idea of sleeping in a cold bed while you were just a room away — but fighting with you was never a battle he won. 

except, when you clarified that you didn’t want to ‘fuck’ before your wedding, he was not having it. he couldn’t stop the baffled laugh that slipped from his lips. it didn’t make sense, you weren’t a virgin; he had the pleasure of stuffing you full of his cock many times while dating. to say he was confused was an understatement. 

but, what the bride wants, the bride gets. so weeks go by where simon has to take care of his growing problem by himself; just to tease you, and hopefully make you regret your decision, he’ll get off in bed, right before you go to sleep. 

simon will have you watch the way he tugs at his cock with need, his head tilted back with grunts and an uneven breath. his chest heaving as thick ropes of his cum spurt onto his exposed abdomen. he’ll give you a sly smirk before climbing out of bed, his boxers tugged up but hanging too low revealing his v-line. 

it takes everything in you to stick to your word, watch every night as simon adds the lewd task into his daily routine. eventually, he’s the one that breaks, the way he stumbles into your shared bedroom and finds you with a hand between your thighs – his name spewing from your lips when you catch sight of him.

he wishes he could say ‘i told you so’ when you’re begging for him, needing to relieve the ache that’s been dwelling in your tummy for so long. he takes one look at your sopping cunt and wonders how long you’ve been trying to stuff your fingers inside of you knowing that they couldn’t reach that gummy spot only he could. 

simon shakes his head with a chuckle, taking his time to settle himself between your legs. he kisses your knees, hiking them over his shoulder and winding his arms around your thighs to keep you still. with his thumbs, he’s spreading your folds – a teasing tut and tilt of the head are all you need from him to know that he’ll never let you hear the end of it. 

he has to swallow a groan, hard eyes glued to your leaking hole. your juices dribbling from your cunt and dripping onto the bedsheets. “you sure you wanna keep up with your stupid idea? i can make you feel good, take care of you the way you need.” simon asks, almost begging for you to quit being stubborn this once and let him relieve you – to let him fuck you stupid so he can spill his cum deep inside of you instead of wasting it and wiping it off of his chest with a towel. 

he just wants to feel your tight cunt wrapped around him, hear your moans as his fat tip nudges against that one spot that makes your walls flutter around his cock. simon’s rutting his hips into the mattress, too lost in his lewd thoughts to hear you reject his suggestion. when he does he’s dropping his head with a low growl. 

he never thought he would hate your friends, but he could kill the person who told you about this stupid suspicion. simon is a good boyfriend, he’ll show you how good of a husband he will be too. reluctantly accommodating to your wishes, he stuffs his fingers inside of you instead of his throbbing cock.

oddly enough, he finds himself loving this more. the way your slick coats his hand – his engagement ring. simon is moaning at the sight, his simple soon-to-be wedding band glistening in the dim light as he finger fucks your tight hole. 

“aw, honey. s’too much?” he coos, curling his fingers inside of you and pressing his thumb to your clit. he nips at the inside of your thigh and grins at the way your legs tremble, your back arched off the mattress. with his free hand he wraps it around your wrist, squeezing it lightly so you’d loosen your tight grip on the bedsheets below. intertwining your fingers with his, he works you up to another orgasm, talking you through it.

“just like that, baby.” “cum all over my fingers, soak this pretty lil’ ring.” 

as much as he enjoys fingering you with his ring on, he loves it when you take a bit of control and take care of him the same way. rubbing over his clothed erection with your left hand, the big diamond on your engagement band looking small next to his sore, hard cock. 

simon’s eyes flutter when you squeeze his shaft, precum leaking from his slit and slowly dribbling over your fingers – over your ring, coating the big diamond. he’ll guide your hand up and down his shaft urging you to go quicker, he loves the way your soft hands feel compared to his calloused ones.

 he’s bucking his hips upwards into your hand, his head tilted back while he’s whining desperately. simon normally keeps his noises under control but he hasn’t felt your touch in so long.

“fuck, a-ah. can’t wait to marry you and fuck you right.” 

his breath hitches when you squeeze his angry red tip, the cool metal of your ring rubbing against his slit. with a deep groan he’s cumming all over your hand; watching with wide eyes, the way your fingers play with his hot, sticky cum. 

after your wedding ceremony, simon drags the both of you into the bathroom. shamelessly, he’s bending you over the sink, unzipping his trousers, and hiking your wedding dress up. 

“si, we can’t. people are waiting for us.” you squeal when he snaps the garter against your thigh, his rough hands squeezing your hips and pulling your thong down. simon only rolls his eyes, leaning down and spitting on your exposed pussy. he rubs his cock between your folds, using his spit as a lubricant.

“they can wait, m’gonna take care of my wife first.”

how could you say no, especially to your husband?

AN: i know nothing about weddings or marriage, but i heart hubby si

[maraczeks]

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[tradgedyinwaves]

First Choice - Part 4

Part Four of this Poly141! x fat!reader tw: social anxiety, self-doubt, drinking, more touchy-touchy, reader thinks about sexual acts

In celebration of 200 followers, this part has way more than 650 words. More like 1600. :)

Conversation flowed easily with them despite their sole focus being on you. At some point, Kyle’s hand had drifted onto your thigh, fingers pressing into the flesh gently. John’s arm had slipped from the back of the booth and now rested around your shoulders. You couldn’t be sure, but it seemed Johnny couldn’t keep his feet still and kept tapping yours under the table. The only one who couldn’t seem to relax was Ghost, sitting almost across from you. 

His eyes never left you and he mainly seemed to communicate in grunts. At least, he was drinking this time, his glass now empty of his own whiskey. You were careful not to drink too much, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of these beautiful men. But it didn’t keep you from relaxing and feeling the warmth of the two next to you. 

Pulling out your phone, you checked the time and groaned. “I really should be going. It’s been great,” you announce, looking to Kyle to move so you could slide out from the booth. “Aw come on. We’re having so much fun. Just a wee longer?” Johnny asks and you turn to him, finding yourself giving in almost immediately. Damn the puppy dog eyes. 

“Only a bit longer,” you concede and relax back into the seat. This time when Kyle’s hand lands on your thigh, it’s higher and the heat is searing through your jeans. You let out a soft sound, biting your lip as his hand starts slowly caressing your thigh up and down. He’s not even looking at you when you look up, already deep in conversation with Johnny about some sports game you had no clue about. 

John’s arm settled back over your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer so his hand hovers over your breast and you can feel the hair of his arm on your bare collarbone. Your breasts jiggle slightly with your laugh when Johnny makes a joke and you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate ever so slightly before darting back up to your face. He, at least, has the decency to blush, the faint pink color tinging his cheeks. 

When the crowd in the bar starts to thin out and you realize even your friends have left for the night, you’re yawning in your seat and now leaned completely against John with his thick arm draped over your shoulders. Kyle’s hand is now tucked between your thick thighs, the side pressed as tightly to your core as he can get it and you hope to whatever higher powers that be that he couldn’t feel the radiating heat or the damp spot that had soaked into your panties. 

“Okay, okay. I really do need to go now. My friends aren’t even here anymore and that’s saying something,” you chirp, suddenly very awake and aware that you’re in an almost empty bar with four men you’d only met that night. They all look at you like they’d rather eat sawdust than let you go and you feel a warmth creep over you. 

“Ahw, bonnie, we couldn’t let you go home on your own. Let us take you home,” Johnny chimes in, soft smile and kind eyes that hold a hint of something else in them. You swallow, looking between each of them. Your gaze lingers on Ghost for a while, noticing the man’s eyes had almost never left you.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s go. It’s not a far walk,” you reply, biting your lip at the reckless decision. These men could be serial killers and you were just inviting them to know exactly where you live. “Why don’t you let Johnny and Ghost take you home? Kyle and I can follow in our truck so they’re not stuck walking back here,” John offers, a warm smile curling up the thick mustache. 

At this point, you’re ready for bed and just want to get home. “Sounds good to me,” you reply though the words are manipulated by a yawn. All of you shuffle out of the round booth, both Kyle and John kissing the top of your head like they’d known you for years before disappearing out the door. You wrap your jacket around you again, pulling the zipper together over your belly and getting a little frustrated when it gets caught up on your shirt. 

“Lemme,” Ghost grumbled, stepping up to you and taking hold of the jammed zipper. It’s the first time he’s spoken all night and it almost stuns you how deep and growly it is. Your breath hitches as he grabs the zipper, yanking on it and subsequently making your breasts bounce as he accidentally pushes against them. He gets it undone and you mutter a bashful ‘thanks’ before turning on your heel as you finish zipping it up to your throat.

You know they’re meant to be escorting you home, but you’re out the door so fast the two men have to jog to catch up. Johnny’s arm wraps around your waist, fingers pressing into the pudge of your stomach in a way that makes you want to shrivel up. You don’t like anyone touching your stomach, but you’re warring with yourself on whether or not to move his hand, to show that kind of discomfort in front of these men. 

You choose to do so anyway, wrapping your fingers around his and lifting his arm up over your head and ducking under it, dropping it at his side. Johnny looks down at you with a furrowed brow. “Don’ like it when people touch you, do you?” he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t look bothered that you’d removed his arm, but your anxiety rears its ugly head and makes you worried you’d offended him. 

“It’s not that I don’t like being touched. It-It’s…complicated. I-I don’t want to talk about it,” you manage to stammer out before picking up your speed. It’s not like you’re going to shake off your two guard dogs whose legs are easily longer than yours by several inches, but you take off anyways. 

When your building finally comes into view, you slow your pace and breathe a soft sigh of relief. Your bed was so close, just a few more yards and you could get rid of the guard dogs and curl up in bed. “Well, this is me. Thanks for bringing me home. I really appreciate it.” You were grateful that they’d walked you home. It wasn’t safe this time of night to be wandering around in this part of town. 

“We’re walking you to your door, bonnie. Wouldn’t want someone to snatch you up between here and there,” Johnny stated, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You wanted nothing more than to sink into the scent of him, warm and tingly to the nose like oranges and nutmeg, but you shook your head and backed up to the door of your building. “There’s really no need. My neighbors are great.” Lie. Absolute fucking lie. Nestor at the end of the hall on the first floor would, no questions asked, rip you from the hallway if he saw you alone. A chill went down your spine and you conceded the moment you looked into Ghost’s eyes. You didn’t have a choice if they were escorting you all the way up. 

You turned and opened the door to the building, looking down the hall to make sure Nestor was in his apartment before slipping in and letting the boys in behind you. You headed to the elevator and punched the up arrow, biting your lip as you tried not to wither under the intense stare of the man in the mask. The elevator had been the selling point for you. It was the only place within your budget that had an elevator and you weren’t about to walk up five flights of stairs multiple times a day. 

The lift dinged and you stepped inside, Ghost and Johnny slipping in behind you just to stand with their bodies pressed against your back. Unintentionally, you leaned into them before your eyes widened at your own movement and you straightened so your body pulled away slightly.

The doors dinged and opened allowing you to step out onto your floor. You headed to your unit, digging for your keys in your purse. With a ‘aha!’, you pulled them out and shoved the key into the doorknob, unlocking it. “Would you guys like to come in? I might have some whiskey left?” you offer, turning to look at them. You didn’t know why you were inviting them in, but the sense of safety you had around them had you desperate for them to stay. 

“Sure, lemme text Price and Kyle where to come. Go on in, Si-Ghost. I’ll come in in a minute,” Johnny stated, already pulling his phone out and going to stand next to the window at the end of the hall. You opened the door and allowed Ghost in, leaving it unlocked so the others could join once they arrived. 

Heading into your kitchen, you stood up on your tippy toes, reaching up so you could pull out five of your good glasses. You were looking for the last one, but it was just out of your reach. Suddenly, you felt what could only be Ghost against your back, pressing you against the counter as he leaned over you to grab the glass. 

The heat of him against your back has your thighs clenching together while you watch his thick digits wrap around the glass and you wonder briefly what they’d feel like inside you. He takes a step back once he has the cup and holds it out to you. 

You turn back to him while trying to fight off the blush coloring your cheeks. You murmur a thanks and wrap your own fingers around the glass. 

Of course, that would be when the other three burst loudly through the door.

I wasn't intending for this to become a whole story, but it's really stuck with me over the last week or so.

<- Part Three Part Five ->

[zebuie]

.𓂋 𝄞 Close To You 𖧷

❁PAIRINGS❁; girlfriend!ellie x reader.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ⋅ READ THIS. # DAILY CLICK ➹

⊹𓂋 SYNOPSIS; sitting on Ellie's lap while playing videogames turns into soft lovemaking <3

✸ 𓂃WARNINGS; wc: 2k, swearing, fingering (e & r receiving) , eating out (e & r receiving) , boob sucking (r receiving) , pet names ( baby , princess , good girl / i think that's all)

You were bored in your room so you started playing video games on your Playstation. Ellie, your girlfriend, came into the room and saw you playing, she asked you: "Don't you prefer to play on my lap? It's more comfortable, I promise." 

She gave you a smile and you agreed.

You turn off the PlayStation, setting the controller aside. Then you sit back down on Ellie's lap, relaxing into her embrace. 

You can feel the heat of her body through her clothes, the softness of her blouse against your skin. She smells good, like lavender and vanilla. 

You breathe in deeply, feeling yourself start to relax, to unwind. Ellie's hands roam over your back, tracing the lines of your spine. 

You let out a soft sigh, a pleasure-filled moan— barely audible. 

Ellie leans down, planting a trail of kisses along your neck. "feels good?" she whispers. you reply with a eager nod. Her hands continue their exploration, drifting lower, to the small of your back. You arch, pushing your back into her touch. 

Ellie chuckles softly. "Sensitive?" she asks, her lips brushing against your ear. 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Her fingers linger, tracing patterns, making you shiver. 

You sit there for what feels like hours, just enjoying the moment, letting Ellie's touch work its magic. And as you sit there, you start to feel that familiar pressure building once again.

You continue to sit on Ellie's lap, enjoying her touch, the way she makes you feel. 

Her hands wander, sliding under your shirt, her fingers tracing your ribcage, dipping into your waistband. 

You arch into her touch, encouraging her to continue. Ellie leans down, her lips finding yours in a soft, sweet kiss. 

As she kisses you, her hands slide up, pulling your shirt off over your head. You feel a rush of cool air, followed by the heat of her hands on your skin. She discards your shirt carelessly, her attention focused on you. 

Her lips trail down your neck, your chest, her hands roaming freely now. You feel yourself getting wetter, your panties clinging to your flesh. "Ellieee," you breathe, your voice hitching with need. 

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "yeah?"

"I need you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Ellie smiles softly, her eyes glinting with triumph. 

"Always," she responds, her voice low and husky. She stands, lifting you up effortlessly, and carries you off to her bedroom. 

Once there, she lays you down on the bed, kneeling over you. She looks down at you, her eyes burning with desire, her lips curled into a wicked grin. she reaches down and slides your panties down your legs, tossing them aside. 

You're left lying there, exposed and vulnerable, but also excited, anticipating what's to come. Ellie looks at your bared sex, licking her lips. "So pretty," she says, her voice full of awe. Then her tongue dips out, sliding through your folds, seeking out your clit. 

You let out a soft cry of pleasure, your hips arching off the bed. And then her fingers start to move, sliding inside you, scissoring, stretching you.

she then dives head first in between your thighs. she continues to tantalize your senses, her tongue lapping at your most intimate places. 

You can feel your body responding, getting wetter by the second. Her fingers slide inside you, scissoring, stretching you in the most delicious ways. 

She curls her fingers, rubbing that sensitive spot deep inside. You cry out, your hips bucking involuntarily. "Sensitive," Ellie observes, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement. 

Then her tongue darts out again, flicking at your clit. You try to keep still, but it's impossible. Your body is writhing, seeking out more of Ellie's expert touch. 

She obliges, rubbing her tongue against you in firm, consistent strokes. Her fingers never stop moving either, pumping in and out of you, keeping the pressure building, building, building...

Ellie continues her relentless assault on your senses, her tongue lapping at your clit, her fingers pumping in and out of you. 

You're so close, the edge of orgasm hovering just out of reach. "Don't come," Ellie orders, her voice firm but husky. "Not yet baby." She continues her ministrations, her tongue darting out in quick, hard strokes. 

Her fingers curl, rub, press. You try to obey, you try to hold back, but it's getting harder and harder. Your body is tense, coiled, ready to spring. "Ellie" you protest, your voice high and desperate. "Please -oh my god"

Ellie ignores your pleas, her focus solely on driving you mad with lust. 

Her tongue swirls around your clit, her fingers pumping faster, harder, deeper. You're so close, you can feel it, the rush of endorphins, the tingle of impending orgasm. 

But Ellie won't let you cum. "Not yet," she commands, her voice a low, husky growl.  "just getting started princess." She continues her relentless attack, her tongue lapping, her fingers curling, stroking that perfect spot inside you. 

You're trapped in a prison of pleasure, unable to escape, unable to reach your peak. It's torture, sweet agony. Your body is tense, writhing, seeking release. "Elliee" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Please, I need..." But you can't finish the sentence. Words fail you, overwhelmed by sensation.

Ellie continues her relentless assault on your senses, her tongue lapping at your clit, her fingers pumping in and out of you. 

She's pushed you to the edge, kept you there, teetering on the precipice. Now, finally, she allows it. "cum for me baby," she commands, her voice a low, husky purr. 

Her tongue flicks quickly, lightly over your clit. Her fingers press, stroke, curl. And then you're falling, tumbling over the edge, into the sweet release of orgasm. 

Your body shakes, trembles, writhes. A cry tears from your throat. Ellie is there, holding you, supporting you as the waves of pleasure wash over you. 

It seems to go on forever, the aftershocks, the slow, gentle fading. Finally, you collapse back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Ellie lies down beside you, pulling you close. "Good girl," she whispers, planting a soft, sweet kiss on your forehead.

Ellie tends to you with gentle, loving care. She wipes your face, your neck, your chest with a soft cloth. 

Her touch is soothing, calming. She covers your body in soft, sweet kisses, dotting your skin like stars in the night sky. 

Her lips trail across your flesh, your collarbone, your shoulders. She pays special attention to your breasts, your hips, your inner thighs. Each kiss is a promise, a seal of love and affection. As she tends to you, she pulls you close, holding you, making you feel safe and sound. "I love you," she whispers, punctuating her words with more kisses. "So very much." 

Ellie continues to shower you with affectionate kisses, her lips tracing patterns across your skin. she gently lifts up your tank top as she lingers longer over your tender nipples, her tongue flicking out to tease. 

You let out a soft sigh, a pleasure-filled moan. She chuckles softly, looking up at you with adoring eyes. "Sore, princess?" She asks gently. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. 

Ellie nods sympathetically. "I'll be gentle then." She continues her ministrations, her lips soft and sweet against your flesh. 

Ellie's lips wrap around one of your nipples, her tongue swirling around it in a maddeningly slow circle. 

You arch, pushing your breast further into her mouth. She sucks, hard, the pull on your flesh sending sparks shooting straight to your core. You cry out, your fingers tangling in her hair. 

Ellie hums around your nipple, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. She switches to the other breast, giving it the same attentive care. 

You're left panting, your chest heaving, your sex throbbing with renewed need. "love you so much baby," Ellie says softly, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes. 

You gently climb on top of Ellie, settling between her legs. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. 

You lean down, your lips finding hers in a soft, sweet kiss. As you pull away, you slide down further, your tongue darting out to taste her sex. 

Ellie gasps, her back arching off the bed. You lap at her, slowly, thoroughly, getting to know her taste, her scent. 

You slide a finger inside her, curling it, stroking that perfect spot. Ellie moans, her hips rolling into your touch. You continue your ministrations, determined to drive her just as crazy as she drove you.

You continue to explore Ellie's sex with your tongue, your fingers. You learn what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. 

You vary your touches, surprising her, teasing her. Ellie writhes beneath you, her hands tangling in your hair. 

She tries to urge you on, to tell you exactly what she needs. But you already know. You slide a second finger inside, scissoring, stretching her. 

Ellie cries out, her body tense, coiled. "So good," she gasps. "Don't stop."

You continue your relentless assault on Ellie's senses, your tongue lapping, your fingers pumping in and out of her. 

She's a whimpering, writhing mess beneath you, her sex dripping with need. You dip your tongue inside, tasting her, marking her as yours. 

Your fingers never stop moving, pumping, curving, stroking that perfect spot. Ellie is trapped in a prison of pleasure, unable to escape, unable to reach her peak. It's torture, sweet agony. 

Her body is tense, coiled, ready to spring. she cries out, your name a plea on her lips. "Oh my fuck,"

You continue your ministrations, but your touch becomes gentle, soft. You lap at Ellie's sex with a delicate tongue, your fingers sliding inside with the lightest of touches. You stroke, you tease, you tempt. 

Ellie whimpers, her hips rolling into your touch. You curve your fingers, rubbing that perfect spot with the softest of caresses. Ellie gasps, her back arching off the bed. You pull away, leaving her wanting more. "Please don't stop." She whimpers softly.

You continue to explore Ellie's sex with the gentle, soft touch of a lover. Your tongue laps at her, your fingers stroke, curl, press. You vary your touches, surprising her, teasing her. 

But always, always with care, with gentleness. You're determined to drive her mad with lust, but without causing her pain. 

Ellie writhes beneath you, her hips rolling, her back arching. She tries to urge you on, to tell you exactly what she needs—But you already know. 

You slide a third finger inside, gently, carefully, stretching her in the softest way possible. Ellie gasps, her body tensing. "So full," she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate.

you dip your tongue inside, pressing hard, curling. Ellie cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hips rolling into your touch. She grips your hair, her fingers tangling, holding you in place. 

"Yeah—fuck.." she screams, her body trembling, shaking. And then, finally, she's falling, tumbling over the edge, into the sweet release of orgasm. 

Her sex clamps down on your fingers, milking, squeezing. You ride it out with her, until she's spent, until she collapses back onto the bed, panting, trembling. You collapse down beside her, wrapping your arms around her, holding her close.

You get up from the bed, leaving Ellie panting, trembling, spent from her orgasm. You go to the bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water. 

You bring it back to Ellie, gently wiping her sex, her thighs. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She looks up at you, a soft, sweet smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. You gently clean her up, tending to her, caring for her.

[charmedreincarnation]

HiHi charm! 🌟

I’ve been in the shifting community since 2016. I know it’s been forever! I first learned about shifting from occult and witch forums and I’ve been obsessed ever since. But till recently, I’ve only ever been able to mini shift! That's changed now :D!

I used your reverse psychology technique and just like you said, whenever I imagined my desired reality (dr), I would be like, "ugh not again, I just wanna wake up here". My 3D life is stressful and filled with anxiety, so whenever I would think about my life, I’d pretend I was happy to go back, even though deep inside, I wanted to escape.

I'm in the medical field because of my parents and I hate it. I used to cry every day, but using this technique helped with that too. I gaslit myself into thinking I actually preferred my awful life than shifting!!

I practiced the technique for about 2.5 days and also used a quantum jumping meditation I bought from Tumblr. Then, I shifted to a reality where my room walls was pink instead of purple, and in that reality, I’m the master of the void and shifting.

Here's another tip: shift somewhere with a small difference, like your laptop is silver instead of rose gold, and script that reality like your dr.

I scripted my birthday, my appearance, how my room looks, but the only thing is I scripted myself as the master of the void and shifting! So that’s what I did and when I saw my new room color, I didn’t even waste time and I entered the void just by thinking abt it.

I had a whole ass list. Everything changed from spirituality to the color of my hair! I have the same desires as everyone tbh being hot, popular, wealthy, smart. I changed my major and woke up in an apartment away from my annoying parents. Obviously a great life but I saved fame and billionaire status for my other drs but I am more than blessed as it is now!

I also spent the whole night shifting and I love the concept of waiting rooms, but I call it my pocket dimension, where I use to rest between shifts so I can shift for 10 years if I wanted and it would only translate to overnight in this reality. Also everyone including myself is immortal in my wr I’m gonna love forever !!!!

Anyways, not much to say, I don’t want this to be too long! But shifting and the void is real! The law is real and it’s sooo worth it. I already forgot how much I hated my life and it hasn’t even been that long.

Remember, you are the master of your reality! Keep shifting, keep dreaming! 💫

That's absolutely fantastic news girlie (I think)! I'm thrilled to hear about your successful shifting journey. It sounds like you've put a lot of thought and effort into this process, and it's paid off in the most wonderful way. Also Immortality in your wr is so real <3!!!! Super proud and happy for you 💗💗

[sm-baby]

Wait... Since Mei-lyn was originally based off of you... Does that mean Weiss is the type of guy you would theoretically find attractive? (Unless I'm thinking too hard about this... you stated you're ace so, I'm probably WAY off the mark here!)

short answer: NAuR, Weiss was genetically modified to not be a lame boring love interest so I made him super awesome and cool and stuff like batman

He was also genetically modified to be my type of blorbo 😔

Long answer:Nah ... often times in media i realized that people panic when they say that they have to make a love interest. So, they end up making this conventionally attractive boring ass "boy next door" dude that has NO chemistry with the main character, and doesn't effect the character in anyway.

I said FUCK THAT and literally made it so

1. They have chemistry

Making him the prosecutor and Mei-lyn a defence attorney, yall IMMIDIATELY picked up on a rivals dynamic, which is a GOOD sign.

2. Serves his love interest(Mei-lyn)'s character

Him being a Lawyer, and living a life that Mei-lyn always wanted already gives a service to her character

The fact that he stands against oppression and authority which is s a large theme in her story

Not to mention him being an actual good guy contrasts Mei-lyn and we actually see how lowkey awful her actions have been.

3. He has a large significance to the "story"

Bro kick-started the REVOLUTION. I have made it my fucking duty to make it so the story would NOT be the same without him.

Love interests are best when they're not written to be a love interest, but their own separate character with flaws, history, and values.

Not to mention there is a topic of respect and what love IS... Weiss is willing to hold Mei-lyn accountable and will love when it is deserved. NEITHER of them grow feelings until Mei-lyn grows as a person.

I LOVE WRITING. I LOVE WRITING. I LOVE WR-

[alexa-fika]

Hello again I thought of a request

How about the scene in the Baratie Arc

So mihawk attacked Don Krieg because he kidnapped winged reader (wr)

But wr managed to escape and steals a small boat

he's starving and finds the Baratie but he doesn't have money and we see his interaction with Sanji

And at the end he goes with his dad

This going to be a long one 😂

🐼💕~

Escape, Friend, Return ( Zoro,x male!child!reader x Sanji)

A/N: You were not wrong this was long 😳, at least compared to what im used to. When I was writing I was like this wont be so long, and then I was oh…

Dividers by @/saradika

Reader squeaks, avoiding another cannonball heading his way as he flies away

Finally, he managed to reach his destination, an emergency boat intended for use if the main ship sank.

Reader, however, had a much different intention for said boat, intending to escape his captivity at the hands of Captain Krieg.

Don Krieg's face drops as he watches the ship take off.

"Shoot the little rat down!"

Another shriek escapes him as he raises the sails, giving the small boat speed and creating distance from Krieg and the incoming cannonballs

'Shoot for the sails!'.

Don-Kreich and the rest of his crew frantically fire their remaining cannons.

He flinches as one of the cannonballs lands dangerously close, the small boat shaken by the force of the waves created in turn

He sighs with relief as he makes enough distance from the main boat to be out of range of the canon

“I did it…” he mutters, the reality of what just happened to him hitting the young boy as they slowly sink down, rogue tears gradually increasing until a river of tears fell from his eyes, sobbing for his father and the safety on his embrace, exhaustion catching up to him as sleep enveloped him.

Reader was woken up by the ship impacting with a much bigger boat

“Ow,” he whines, rubbing his head, looking up and awing; he had stumbled upon a giant ship if one could call it that, a fish making the underside with a building in the middle.

“B..?” he squints at the words in front of the weird shape, unable to make out what the collection of letters read; he flutters up and into the vast ship.

He sneaks all the way towards where he sees bustling of people, hiding behind a pillar and peeking out, spotting a blond man smoking on the railings of the ship

He squeaks as the man turns his head his way, and he quickly dart back behind the pillar

“Hmm?” Sanji watches the strange sight, tilting his head

Reader peeks his head out again, taking a glimpse at the man, darting back once they see the man staring at him

Sanji watches the child curiously before heading over to the person of interest

He squeals as he peeks out again, only to see the man right before him, slowly backing away, tears welling in his eyes

Sanji looks at the child, his expression softening

“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?”

“I-I I “

Sanji kneels down in front of the boy.

“Are you alright?” he asks

“I -I want my daddy.”

Sanji looks concerned. “Do you know where he is?” he asks

He shakes their head

“Oh…how about you just come with me to my kitchen then…we can get something to eat at least,” Sanji says

He stares at his hand hesitantly

“Hey, I won’t hurt you, alright? You look like you could use a nice meal. C’mon,” he says, offering his hand

He slowly puts his hands over his

Sanji gently takes the little hand as he starts walking, headed to the kitchen

“What’s your name, kid?” he asks

“Reader”

“And where are you from, Reader?”

“Ummm, im from Papa’s island!”

“Hmm…and how did you end up all alone out here?”

“A bad guy took me,” he said, stretching his wings out

“I see…let’s see if we can find you some food then, ok?” Sanji takes the boy to the kitchen

“Okay!”

Sanji puts the little one on a chair before making them some food

“Here…” Sanji gives him a warm bowl of soup

“Thank you, Mister!”

“You’re welcome…” Sanji says kindly

“That was really yummy, Mister.” he smiles, kicking his feet and lightly flapping his wings in content

“Umm, what's your name, Mister?”

“My name is Sanji…nice to meet you, Reader.”

“Hi, Hi, Sanji!”

“Oi Assitant Headchef Sanji! We need you on the floor! We don’t have any waiters! They ran off yesterday!”

Sanji looks up from his workstation and then turns back to the child; he sighs

“I gotta help these idiots out there. Could you wait for me on the platform? You have a nice view from there; once im done, I‘ll help you find your father; does that sound good?”

“Okay! But you have to promise to come back and help me find Daddy!”

Sanji smiles.

“Do not worry, im a man of my word. Go on now and wait for me there; I’ll be there shortly.”

"Okay." he smiles flying toward the upper balcony

The next hour was a blur to the small child, from meeting the future King of the pirates on the balcony to seeing him comedically try to convince Sanji to join his crew to laughing joyously as Luffy and Zoro quarrel to a feeling of fear and dread enveloped him as the familiar gold armored man came barging in, carried by the hungry man, asking for food and pummeling Sanji to the ground and shooting all the chefs when he received the food but did received refusal to his demand of handing the restaurant To him.

He now found themselves crying in the hands of the blond cook as he soothed down his loud sobs and cries.

Sanji sighs softly as he takes a handkerchief and gently wipes his tears

"Hey, Hey, it's okay; he's not gonna touch you again, darling."

"H-H-he came back, he came back, and Mister Sanji and the others got hurt!"

"Hey now, I will never let anyone hurt you, alright?" Sanji pulls the child close to him

He grunts as Don Krieg starts demanding food for his crew; needing food to feed a hundred people, he gently passes over the kid over to Zoro, who happens to be the closest to him; once they had managed to calm down the child, their sobs now simply reduced to heavy breathing.

"Stay here, Darling, i'll be right back

"Where are you going?" a chef questions

"Im going to the kitchen to prepare enough food for a hundred people," he mutters, taking a drag from his cigarette as chaos erupted in the restaurant once again, punches being delivered until Zeff walked out and handed a bag full of food for Krieg's crew

Zoro rolls his eyes, glancing down at the child. In his arms

"Oi, where are your parents?" he questions

"I don't know where Daddy is."

"Who is your dad?"

"Umm, Daddy!

"Of course," He grunts

"....That hawk-eyed man whose glare is sharp enough to kill a man," the hungry man mutters as they both tune in back to the conversation

"That's Daddy!"

"What?!" he said, ruffling through his pockets and pulling out a wrinkled old paper with a familiar face on it

"Is this your father?"

"That's Daddy!"

"You're the child of H-

His discovery Is cut short as a tremendous force cuts the huge galleon in half, making the baratie sway violently.

"Look out!" He growls, moving reader out of the way as the swaying throws the chairs and tables around, almost taking with it Reader.

He squeals at the sudden collision and movement; they look up a Zoro

"Are you okay?"

He, however, does not respond, eyes glued in front of him, staring at the ship that was slowly sinking to the sea, and in front of it floated a raft with a familiar man sitting on it.

"DADDY!" he cheers, wriggling out of Zoro's grasp to fly towards their father, barreling right into him

Mihawk catches the young child, gently holding him in one arm.

"There, there..."

"You're here," he mutters

Mihawk nods, gently running his fingers through his hair

"I am," he says, looking down at him

"Are you unharmed? Did they hurt you?" he said, gesturing to Zoro and their aquentainces.

He shakes his head

"They helped me, they gave me food, and they took care of me."

He hums at their answer

"Damn you, what did we do to you?! Why the hell did you have to follow us all the way out here!" a crewmate of Krieg sneered, pulling out two guns and shooing the swordsman

"Why? What impertinence to ask such a question; I came because you had the nerve to take something from me," he said, deflecting the bullets from him and his child with ease.

"You really are the strongest... I set sail to meet you," Zoro says, slowly stepping closer

Mihawk glances at him and then down at Reader.

"Stay here; I will return shortly," he said, placing him down in the raft and stepping into what remained of Krieg's ship towards the ex-pirate hunter

They engaged in a few words and then engaged in the one-way battle, Mihawk not moving from his spot as he easily bested the green head with his tiny dagger; impressed with his ambition, ferocity, and conviction, he asked for his name, and gave him his respect and honor of bringing him down with all of his force, using Yoru.

"Stand Strong, Roronoa; I will wait for you at the top. No matter how many months or years pass, I will wait for you to surpass my sword."

He smiles as he watches as Zoro raises his sword and promises Luffy never to lose again

"You make a good team; I'd like to see you in the future. You have my thanks and respect for taking care of Reader while I was gone," He says, walking away to his raft and scooping said child, smiling again as they giggle and nuzzle into them.

"Farewell

Okay, y’all im not used to something this long especially for it to be following canon so closedly so idk I feel like its a flop, I don’t feel that usual 🥰 vibe, ya know? I did have to start skipping and resuming some parts, cause well I don’t want ya to read a manuscript of the manga…

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