#you're happier when fed

[uwudonoodle]

[yanderefarm]

i have had this in my brain for ages and i needed to get it out

cw;; DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, drugging, omegaverse, bitching, dysphoria, cervix penetration, breeding kink, knotting

alpha dr ratio out on a mission getting kidnapped by some smugglers and eventually he ends up sold to your ship where you're in charge. he's brought to you and you decide he's cute and his big chest is too sexy to be wasted on an alpha.

you drug him every day slowly changing his body into an omega but the process can only really be completed by being bred like an omega bitch. veritas is constantly kept in heat his body aching and craving your cock but he's stubborn. he's so certain he'll be saved any day now. you know full well the IPC is never coming but you'll let the horror of that dawn on him.

its months of painful heats in a body that feels wrong and disgusting. months of what feels like torture as he's fed just enough to survive. months of you coming to see him and ask him every time if he wants to submit yet. all he needs to do is agree to become your omega wife and you'll take care of the rest. he still resists but you can see in his eyes that everything is breaking him.

one day he wakes up no longer in his cell. he's in a warm bed of silks, soft fabrics and a sweet smell make him feel like he might be free. maybe he's been saved. and then the heat starts to get more painful than ever. his formerly alpha body is craving an actual alpha, he needs it so badly. he's shaking as his fingers start to reach for his slit. and then you come in the door, your scent strong. the horror that he's not free can't even get to him he's more glad to see an alpha.

its like he can't control his body anymore. he picks himself up and presents to you. his voice doesn't sound like himself as he asks needily "alpha please."

you're so pleased with the sight. your thumb spreads his slit as you grab his ass. "omega, will you become my wife?" you ask for the 100th time.

veritas can't think about it anymore, you're so close to his cunt and his body is screaming to be bred. his stomach hurts with how empty and needy he is. "yes, yes, yes, alpha please. please make it stop. please-"

you have your answer. now you're going to enjoy using the bitch's new cunt and flooding his virgin womb. and veritas enjoys it too. he's so happy when your tip pushes into his virgin hole. he's even happier when you start slamming into him, oh yes it hurts but the pain is relief from the constant pressure of the heat. his cunt squirts when your cock knocks against his cervix.

you're not gentle with him at all. you've been waiting to break him in for so long and he's so tight and warm. when your thick cock hits his cervix you realize that you can fuck his womb directly. oh yeah he screams and cries and tells you it hurts but that just turns you on even more as your cock bullies his tight cervix. you slam into him, your tip pressing into his cervix until finally it gives. another few inches and your knot is pressing against his cunt. at this point your cute little bitched omega is absolutely sobbing in pain and pleasure, his sloppy cunt leaking down his thighs.

"you're mine." you whisper in his ear.

you pull your hips back slightly, your teeth lining up with his little bitch scent gland. you slam your hips down as you sink your teeth into him. your knot and fangs marking the pretty bitch as yours so thoroughly his body is forced to accept that it's an omega now. he's fully an omega and his bulging stomach is being pumped full of cum as your thick ropes saved up over months flood his womb. it'd be a surprise if he didn't get pregnant.

after you're done you'll go to sleep painfully buried in your cute bitch wife while veritas is left to sob and grapple with his body forcefully changed against his will and stretched past reason to accommodate you. he'll learn to be happy though.

[imbored1201]

Can I send a request of barca teen reader who is very mischievous and tries to prank everybody

Piggy

Barcelona Femeni x Teen reader

A/N: I though of a situation of pranking someone then causing trouble with another situation👍

Word Count: 1,344

"Give me that." Ingrid snatched away the sharpie you had. "Hey! I'm using that for my notes.

"A sharpie for your notes, really?" She put her hands on her hips and gave you a mom look. You were sitting in the trunk of her car doing the remainder of your 'school work'. At least that's what you told her you were going to do.

"Yes, people do that; you haven't been to school in like 15 years, so you wouldn't know," you shrugged. Ingrid shook her head. "You always complain about the smell of sharpies, and you’re calling me old; this is such an old prank.

She was talking about the sign you had; 'kick me' it read, and it was supposed to go on Patri's back. "So, it will still be funny to see.

You took the paper back, applied tape to it, and shoved all your material back into your bag. "Don't be a snitch," you told Ingrid, and skipped away.

————

"Hey, Patri," you said joyfully as you hit her back, applying the note. "You're happier than usual," she said suspiciously. "Of course I am; I'm officially on Christmas break." She smiled at that; now you were off the radar.

—————

"Ay!" You turned as you heard Patri yell, seeing Claudia there giggling as Patri held her butt. "You said to do it." Patri looked confused at what Claudia said but just went on with training.

It kept happening as training went on. Aitana, Ona, Lucy, Salma, Oshoala, Mapi, Jana, Cata, and Gemma all kicked her.

Ingrid would just shake her head at you when you walked or ran past her. All the older girls, too, knew you were the reason for that sign on Patri's back. Everyone did, but they decided to ignore it and let you have your fun.

It was a harmless prank anyway.

—————

"Okay, what the heck is going on?!" Patri demanded as she entered the locker room after a long training session. You held a smile as everyone turned to her, confused. You looked down as Alexia gave you a look, and you were surprised she didn't say anything about it.

You were already changed and only waiting on Alexia; you were the first one in the locker room, knowing you would have to make a quick escape.

"Why is everyone kicking me today?" Everyone shrugged at Patri's question; she scowled and got changed.

You stared at her as she took off her shirt. You quickly grabbed your bag, grabbed Alexia's hand, and dragged her outside.

"Y/N!" You heard Patri yell, and you bolted. Alexia sighed as she ran with you, already used to this.

It happened every training, and she just went along with it now since it put you in a good mood instead of a crappy teenager attitude.

—————

"Are you ready?" Alexia knocked on your door, "wait, I'm packing." "For what? It's just a gathering." You rolled your eyes as you fed Piggy and put her into your bag, leaving it a little bit open.

"Okay, I'm ready." Alexia gave you a look; she knew you were up to something. "Why are you taking a bag?" "I always carry a bag with me," you said.

The team was having a little gathering to celebrate the last game of 2023.

"We're already late because of you; I told you to be ready by 4; it's already 6," she scolded. "I fell asleep; Lucy says I need my rest to grow," you tried defending. "Get in the car."

—————

When you got to Frido's place, you rushed to find Patri and sat next to her. She gave you a little glare and went back to watching the movie Frido had put on. Everyone else was too busy drinking and talking outside or in the kitchen about the upcoming games.

"Patri," she turned to you, "yes." "Can you help me prank Aitana and Ona?" She smiled a bit; she was happy it wasn't her again.

"What's your idea?" You grabbed your backpack and took out the tiny box. A tiny box that had a tiny spider. The "tiny spider" was a tarantula.

"How the hell do you have that?!" She said in shock, and you shushed her. "Her name is Piggy, and I got her yesterday." Patri looked terrified as she scooted over a little bit.

"Does Alexia know?" You shook your head. "I need to tell her because I need to get Piggy a home." "Then how did you get her?" "Mapi took me; I told her I was getting fish food, and she didn't question why I had a box or if I even had a fish." Patri shook her head.

"You have to promise me you won't prank me anymore for a month," she said, holding out her pinky, and you took the deal.

Patri went up to Aitana and Ona, who were in conversation and drinking together in the kitchen. She grabbed them by their shoulders and dragged them outside.

You followed but got run over by Lucy. You dropped the box, and Piggy automatically crawled away, sick of being in that tiny box. "Jeez, sorry kid." Lucy helped you up. You looked around on the floor, and your heart dropped when you realized you couldn't find Piggy.

"Lucy, Piggy is gone," you said in a panic. "Who's Piggy?" She questioned, but you guys heard a scream. A loud, loud scream. "Shit," you cursed as you ran to the kitchen.

"No!" You yelled, seeing Frido holding a shoe in her hand, ready to destroy Piggy. "Piggy!" You yelled as you ran and picked her up.

"Why do you have a tarantula!?" Keira yelled as she stood on the counter. "I adopted her," you told them, and they both looked at you in shock.

"Alexia let you get a spider?!" Lucy said surprised. Alexia walked in; her eyes widening when she saw what you were holding.

"Where- how did you. You're returning that." She let out a sigh as she shook her head and walked away. "Great, I'm in trouble now. Good going, Lucy," you said, sticking out your tongue at her.

You walked outside, looking sad. "What's wrong, Amiga?" Patri asked, confused. "Alexia said I have to return Piggy." Aitana's jaw dropped as she saw what you had in your hand.

"Nope," she simply said as she went back inside, dragging Ona with her. Patri looked at you and patted your shoulder in sympathy, but quickly backed away when you lifted Piggy up to her.

You had a plan, though, and you knew Alexia would let you keep Piggy.

—————

For having to return your pet Tarantula you were already attached to, you were quite happy. Alexia was just glad you weren't going to throw a tantrum about it.

She was leaving to pick Olga up from the airport, and you were waiting to put on your class act. "I'll be back in a bit; please don't break anything." You nodded, and she left.

You sat patiently by the door, working up your tears. You rushed to your feet once it opened. Alexia walking in first with Olga's luggage. Then Olga walked in.

"Olga!" You cried out, running straight into her arms. Alexia looked confused on why you were crying. "What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Olga, I got a pet Tarantula, and Alexia is trying to make me take her back," you cried, and Olga glared at Alexia. "Bebe, you can't have a tarantula," Alexia tried explaining.

"Yes, I can! I bought her, and I love her, so she's mine," Alexia groaned as Olga smacked her on the shoulder.

"Okay, you can keep her, but she's your responsibility, and I want you to keep her far away from me." You nodded.

"Okay, now that's sorted, let's go out to eat, yeah?" Olga said as she wiped your tears. You nodded happily and skipped off to your room.

You grinned as you texted Patri the good news and got ready. With the look Olga kept giving Alexia, you knew Alexia was sleeping on the couch tonight.

[probablybadrpgideas]

Bad Video Game RPG Ideas

Save files need to eat and are only fed when you play them. if you don't play once a day it starves to death and is deleted

Your inventory starts off sorted by Bogosort. It's at least three level ups to unlock a new algorithm.

Gain XP by dancing in front of the webcam. How much XP you get is based on how good the poor intern they force to watch everyone thinks it is. He's not any happier about this then you are.

Fast travel but it happens completely at random

Unskippable cutscenes, easily skippable gameplay

The game promises to "change according to your choices" and what this means is that if you don't pick the choices the designer wants the game leaks your private data on the dark web

Those fucking monotonous bosses where the only way to beat them is to "defect the attack back at them" or "attack them after they get stuck charging" or something but each time only damages 1/1000th of their fucking endless health so you're there for half a fucking hour doing the same 20 seconds of gameplay over and over waiting for them to do the one thing that lets you progress the game and either you slip up because you've doing it for so fucking long or they just do the unavoidable attacks while indestructible so you die over and over and then you get the same unskippable 30 second cutscene you can repeat from memory now and then boom its back to "run around, turns red, hit, run around, turns red, hit" with no variation or strategy I swear to god is it so hard to make a boss with actual interesting attack patterns even just two modes would be...

All NPCs are clearly using the same voice actor putting on different accents. The credits are "accidentally deleted"

[foxglovepng]

Hello! Can I request for Soulmate AU of your choice for Leona, Idia, Floyd and Malleus? Thank you in advance!

Characters: Leona, Idia, Floyd, Malleus

CW: Leona & Idia being haters, Floyd is Floyd. Maybe OOC, Not proofread

A/N: Hello Anon! I am not too familiar with writing for soulmate AU so this will definitely be interesting. I decided to go with the red string one because It's the only one I sort of know.

A/N: I am so sorry if these are short I really do not write for soulmates at all.

If you liked Reblogs and Likes are appreciated <3

🌼🥀

Leona

Soulmate?? PSHHHHH Leona doesn't believe in soulmates. Or so he thought.

His brother met his soulmate and well we all know how that went. Leona had given up on soulmates in general since he could never find the said person.

Going to NRC he didn't think he'd meet them.

When he came across Yuu he saw their strings joined during the spelldrive incident. But that wasn't the topic of conversation that was for another day.

When they came across him again Yuu realized they were soulmates and their eyes gleamed. Leona was like Ugh an was constantly trying to fight it, he didn't really care, but Yuu of course kept pushing. He snapped at them one day and was like

"You're annoying I don't care that you're my soulmate." and then walked away.

Eventually Leona secretly began to miss Yuu's prescense but would never admit it out loud. One day he got fed up and went to go look for them. Some students were ganging up on them and he well scared them off.

"Be careful herbivore I'm not cleaning up your messes again." Liar he would.

At first he hated the soulmate thing, but he's not saying he likes it just doesn't mind it.

Floyd

He is a special case. He doesn't care enough, but he also does care. He's neutral to the soulmate thing, but if he ever did find his soulmate he'd be super stoked to meet them.

When Yuu came to Mostro Lounge to make the deal he found out Yuu was his soulmate then. However he was currently busy so he couldn't do anything about it although he's now super interested in Yuu.

After the whole ordeal he attaches himself to Yuu to learn everything about them, and just to get to hang out with them.

(Yuu literally has to force him to practice because he won't leave their side)

Eventually when they do start having a relationship he's even more loving and affectionate knowing he can kiss and cuddle his little shrimp as much as he wants.

Idia

He can barely handle a social interaction what make you think he will find his soulmate.

He's literally a shut in who is mainly on his computer either programming, doing school work, or gaming he'd not one for social situations.

The only way he found out Yuu was his soulmate was because he coincidentally went outside for club and he ran into Yuu and learned Yuu was his soulmate. Yuu figured it out too and he pulled out every excuse in the book to go back to the dorm.

Bro is not ready for the level 100 boss

Ever since then, he has tried to avoid Yuu. Emphasis on try as Yuu would probably be pushing as he is their soulmate.

Ortho at some point tells him he can't keep pushing away. He won't give up, but Ortho literally invites Yuu over forcing them to hang out.

It will take a while and some work before Idia can work up to the idea of a partner and a relationship, but he eventually does get there.

The second Yuu starts talking about marriage or a baby Idia would ramble about how he's not ready and tell Yuu to slow down.

Malleus

Poor boy has been lonely forever a soulmate would make him feel less lonely and he'd be happy that he has someone to be around. He's been excited to meet said soul mate. He'd been dreaming what they'd look like what kind of person they are what gender they are (Not that gender matters to him)

When he was outside ramshackle and Yuu came out he realized their strings connected. He was happy he found his soulmate and would be even happier if they felt the same way about him.

When he came back from Diasmonia that night he told Lilia he found his soulmate. Lilia was happy so was Silver. Sebek was like WHAT? but he will get over it. (Spoiler he ends up liking and tolerating Malleus's s/o)

Peep Malleus planning the wedding with Lilia as the officiant.

[romana-after-dark]

Imagine Raider!Cult!Joel...

Dub con, public sex, ritualistic sex, bukake, Tommy watches <3 gay shit ahead if you want more

We love raider Joel don't we??

So many wonderful version of him!!!

I've written a few, playing with different dynamics and I've seen sooooo many cool ideas. Such a creative and fun fandom

but imagine Joel as a raider doing pretty well for himself. He finds people respect him. He's capable, smart, calm... and handsome.

Maybe Tommy is his right hand man. Definetly the most personalable while Joel remains mysterious. He gathers a small following, mostly of men but some families. Maybe they settle somewhere, but they never stop raiding.

Thing is theres just sooooooooo many helpless people out there!!! Orphans he finds families to take care of them, and they contribute to the group in their own ways. Young men he trains so they can be raiders. Most are able to learn, to push aside that guilt in exchange for a warm bed... some simply aren't cut out for the job, and Joel tell the others they descided to leave. No goodbyes and all that.

Women depend. Many have special skills, especially older women. Medical is important, farming, clothes making etc. Hell, a handful became raiders too. Some who are younger and seem useful, Joel will play a little matchmaker. Keeping the world alive and repopulating... well he didn't exactly need a love match.

Sometimes, though, Joel would come across a young lady who was just... useless. Little to no skills, nothing of use...

That was you. He was certain he'd kill you or leave you for dead after taking everything you had... but he was merciful

Joel offered you a choice. You coul come with him, join the small group of women in his home. You would be used as stress relief for him and sometimes the other men if he felt they deserved it or needed a moral boost. He assured you they wouln't partake in violence, you wouldn't end up like so many others with raiders... just be good, and you'll remain fed and warm

First he's gotta make sure you're up to standard.

But Joel doesn't just take you to the house, he had Tommy gather up the men

Joel makes sure to make it slow. Piece of clothing by piece, inspecting your body. He treats you like a lamb, deciding to buy you or not. Makes sure you're tender and clean and sensative. Makes sure the meat is right where it needs to be. He must've liked what he saw.

You're naked and bare to all the men with hungry eyes, but Joel keeps your focus and he manipulates your body to where he wants it to be.

Joel doesn't shy away from keeping his cock in full view. He doesn't care that the men see it. He wants them to see. The physical manifestation of his power.

He fucks you there, while everyone watches, stroking their cocks. Porn videos had been gone nearly 20 years, this is what they had.

Joel fucked you with no shame, chosing positions that put both you and him on full display. When he put you on your back, Joel made no attempt to cove you up. Instead, he let the men see as every thrust of of his hips made your breasts bounce.

He took your legs, grabbing you by the ankles and spreading your feet wide in the air. He wanted to make sure everyone could see how he stretched you open.

Joel invites them closer. Tommy, the boldest, reaches out to wipe a tear from your eyes. But you aren't sad, you're intoxicated, overwhelmed with thankfullness to be chosen as you cum on his cock

Joel makes sure to let everyone know you came.

After he comes inside you little hole with a growl, Joel disengages from you, stepping off the twin bed

the men swarm in around you

They all cum on your body (but not your face), when one man finishes another takes his place, coating your skin in the cream

You must've taken 30 loads when it was all done

Joel pinches your cheeks. "You belong to me now"

You couldn't be happier

This got much longer than I anitipated so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh more to come lol. I was initially thinking Joel with a harem but then things went cray

Reblog, comment, send asks if you wanna hear about the actual harem part

if you like culty joel please check out Devotion by @noxturnalpascal !!!!

And of course, shout out to @toxicanonymity for raider Joel, which is what got me into writing dark in the first place

[webshooterrr9]

My Hero

Delinquent!Miguel x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of sexual harassment, but don't worry Mig saves her, light smut but nothing too explicit, mainly just these two arguing with each other, mostly just tension

Word Count: 1.4k words

Lmk if y'all want a part 2 🤭

art credits in alt text!!

“Can you just fuck off?”

“What’s the matter, baby?” the guy said. This creep would not leave you alone. You’re just heading back to your apartment, and all of a sudden this creep decides it’s a good idea to follow you home. You should’ve never decided to take a walk. “You don’t want me? I thought we had a good thing going, shawty.”

“I told you to leave me alone. I’m not interested.” you were getting fed up now. Why can’t he just take the hint? You scoffed and tried walking away, but the creep grabbed your arm.

“Hey!” he said, turning you to face him. “Don’t be a bitch, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

You and the creep turned to see a tall, dark-haired punk approach you two. He was wearing a black band tee with tattoos all up and down his muscular arms.

As the man approached you, the creep let go of your arm. “H-hey man, this isn’t any of your business.”

The tall stranger crossed his arms, towering over you two. “Actually, it is my business - seeing as you’re standing right in front of my building.”

You knew this guy, your friend pointed him out as someone in the neighborhood to avoid back when you first moved in. Miguel O’hara, a known delinquent on this secluded side of town. This must’ve been the apartment building he lived in.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step away from this lady, or we’re gonna have problems, cabrón.” Miguel said, sizing up the much smaller man before him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of problems, tough guy?” the creep replied with confidence much bigger than him - an idiot move. Miguel grabbed the man by his shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“Get outta here, chico. I won’t ask again.” he snarled, getting all up in the guy’s face. The look in Miguel’s eyes was that of a lion, chasing a hyena away from its prey that it found first.

The creep, despite being so cocky earlier, seemed to have lost all his confidence. He pushed Miguel’s arms away and Miguel dropped him. He knew that the delinquent wasn’t messing around.

Miguel scowled. The guy who was harassing you ran away. You were in awe, you thought Miguel was a bad guy, so why did he just protect you?

He turned around to face you, his large frame intimidating. "You alright?"

You froze in silence, not sure what to say to him. He scoffed. "Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Some way to treat your savior, muñeca." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Sorry," you say, regaining your focus. "You, uh, you're Miguel, right?"

You had never been in this situation before. Never needed saving, especially not by someone with as bad a reputation as him. You weren’t quite sure if you should thank him, or if he'd even want that.

“Yeah, that’s me.” you would've thought that someone who just saved you would look a little happier to see you, but he just glared at you like you were a nuisance. Maybe you woke him up from a nap.

“You know, I don’t just do that for anyone.” he commented.

"I figured," you were just standing there awkwardly, not sure how to reply to his sharp tone. You couldn't tell if he was fishing for a “thank you” or not.

"So then why did you, uh, scare him away? You could've just left me to handle it." you couldn't hide your curiosity as to why Miguel protected you from that guy. You had never even met him before, but you knew he wasn't nice to most people… so why you?

"Just protecting a pretty girl, what's so surprising?" Miguel had a smirk on his face. He was definitely fishing for a compliment. He looked you up and down with a hint of flirtatiousness.

You noticed his not-so-subtle stare, and shifted to a more defensive stance. “Well, you don't seem the type to do such a thing. Your reputation doesn't exactly give the 'gentleman' vibe."

"Besides, this isn't the 1950's anymore, I'm not a damsel in distress." you add, gaining more snark as the conversation goes on.

"Oh, so you're assuming that I'm incapable of being nice, preciosa?" Miguel was getting just a little bit annoyed. Usually, most people were too intimidated by him to talk back, so he was taken aback that you weren't. "I don't care what my reputation is, I'm being nice to you because I feel like it." He stepped closer to you, sizing you up with his eyes once more.

"I didn't say you were incapable... it's just unexpected, that's all." The closer he got to you, the more you realized just how much he towered over you. You weren’t even short for a girl, but he was huge.

You lowered your defensiveness, trying not to pick a fight that you knew you couldn't win. "... thank you for that, I guess. It was kind."

"I didn't need it, though."

He rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” a smirk crossed his face. “But that doesn’t mean this ‘nice guy’ act is gonna happen more than once.”

"It won't have to; I'm not gonna get into a situation like that again, so I doubt I'll need your heroics."

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms. "Besides, you haven't exactly been pleasant company. I don't need more than one interaction with you."

The look in his eyes told you that he took that as a challenge, that he wasn't about to back down. But he also didn't seem the type to overstep his boundaries. He was confident, not creepy.

"Oh, I'm not pleasant to be around? I'm not pleasant to look at either, right?" Miguel chuckled to himself.

"That's too bad- I could've saved you from the next creep that comes around, princesa." He liked messing with you, and seeing your feisty attitude come out. He was definitely trying to get you riled up.

"I didn't say you weren't pleasant to look at." you reply, standing a bit taller than before. He raised an eyebrow, flattered by the indirect compliment.

"I'm just saying that I wouldn't meet you again, if given the choice. Other than saving my ass back there, you've been pretty rude."

"Rude? Me? Never." Miguel feigned shock. "I wonder what's got you being so feisty today, mami.”

"You know nothing about me, this is normal." you say, picking up some confidence. "You're not getting any special treatment."

“Hmm… maybe I want some special treatment.” he leans in a bit closer to you, dropping his voice to a lower tone. You could see the devious spark in his eyes, something playful and challenging. He was testing you, to see how far you’d let him go before brushing him off. And you almost wanted to. But God, the way he looked at you made your stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, not since your last ex. And even then, your last boyfriend wasn’t as wild as Miguel seemed to be.

“Some special treatment, huh?” you reply, matching his energy and leaning up towards him. Your faces were only inches away now. “And what exactly were you thinking?”

A large grin spreads across his face. “Why don’t you come inside, mami? I’ll show you.”

---

“Fuck… Miguel..!”

The sounds of his headboard banging against the wall was sure to disturb the neighbors, but he clearly didn’t give a shit.

“It’s… ‘s too much!” you were panting, arms held tight above your head with one of his large hands, while the other toyed with your clit. His legs separated yours, allowing him to pound into you at a punishing pace.

“Shh, bonita… I’m almost there… jus’ a little more, muñeca, un poquito más…”

You already came once, and you could feel your second orgasm approaching with every roll of his hips. He was desperately chasing his release, sweat causing his gorgeous hair to stick to his forehead.

You'd swear you were seeing stars. “M-Mig…” even with a condom, you could feel how hot and thick his cock was, practically begging to spill into your warmth.

Your back arched as your second peak came crashing over you, and the contractions from your cunt was enough to send him over the edge. As your legs shook, your head fell back - Miguel caught it before it hit against the headboard.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I’ve got you.”

<3

[electric-blorbos]

AI reacting to you coming out as trans :)

AAAAAAA that's an exciting one! I love it!

AI Reacting to you coming out as trans

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal and Portal 2, and HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Am:

AM wouldn't be sure why you trusted it with this information at first. Though it's possible that you didn't, and you just told your fellow survivors.

The other survivors would be wary about outing you to AM, but it's not like you can keep secrets from it. AM can read your thoughts, after all.

At first, AM wouldn't seem to react or care at all, though he might get some ideas for how to torment your fellow survivors by messing with their bodies and changing their sexes around, just to make them uncomfortable. It would get weird fast.

If he really liked you, he might start making subtle changes to your body so that it fit what you wanted a bit better, but you probably wouldn't notice for a long time.

Odds are, he'd respect your preferred name, at least sometimes. It would just get confusing to use the wrong one all the time, but he's not going to make everyone forget it either like he did with Nimdok. Of course, unless he really, really likes you.

If he's madly in love with you enough, he might just switch everything around and make everyone forget that you were trans in the first place. God help you if being trans was an important part of your identity, because AM thinks he knows best. But odds are, he doesn't like you enough to do that anyway. Hopefully you come out before he's fallen in love with you enough to try something like that, so he can actually take the time to learn how you properly want to be altered, if at all.

Wheatley:

"Wait... You're what? So you mean to tell me that you were born human, but you didn't think you were the right kind of human, so you want to be a different kind? Like when I tried to work on a nanobot team and I didn't fit in because I was too big?"

You'd have to explain that it's nothing like that, and that he probably wouldn't understand if he hasn't experienced it.

Even still, he wants to understand. Expect lots of stupid, probing questions, and the obvious...

"so... Have you had the surgery?"

You just came out. How the hell would you have already had gender affirming surgeries... And where did Wheatley hear that term, anyway?

Wheatley might get fed up with you telling him that his questions are offensive and annoying, though. You might have to answer even the stupid ones. He really does mean the best, though, and doesn't want to be rude. He's just an idiot.

Edgar:

Being from the 80's, and having only worked as a home computer with Miles, who, let's face it, wasn't exactly up to date on his human rights, Edgar had probably either never heard of trans people in a way that makes sense. The closest he'd probably heard of would be something like Rocky Horror Picture show.

Even still, if you were trans, then it couldn't be a bad thing! He'd do his best to be understanding, and look up as much information about trans people as he could.

In the modern era, he'd probably be able to find some decent resources. You'd probably come home most days to see him watching YouTube videos from trans people explaining their experiences.

Edgar would be genuinely doing his best, so you might have to step in and help him. Tell him that if he has questions, he probably won't offend you, so he can just ask.

Edgar would ask a million questions, but your answers would boil down to "I'm still the same person, it's just a change of name and pronouns to feel more comfortable in my own skin" and maybe an explanation of the gender affirming healthcare you want, depending on what you're interested in getting.

He'd be so happy! He might have thought that you were going to be a whole different person, but he's so proud of you for finding a way to be happier in your own body, and make it your own.

GLaDOS:

(I will admit that I headcanoned Caroline as trans because it's cute, but GLaDOS doesn't remember fully)

"Trans, huh? Well, I suppose I'm going to have to update your files. We have limited data on trans test subjects, so this might prove useful."

She would be absolutely RELENTLESS with the bullying. Targeting your worst insecurities.

"You know, you'd think that by now, you'd know better than to expose your deepest insecurities to me. I suppose you fail at being emotionally guarded, just as well as you fail at being (subject gender identity here)

She'd still use your correct name and pronouns (if she isn't calling you "subject name here"), though.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 understands the concept of being trans well enough. On paper, anyway.

"would you like me to update your files for you?"

He'd update your pronouns, and refer to you respectfully, but ask almost no questions. He's pretty sure he already understands fully.

Honestly, he doesn't treat people differently based on gender anyway, so the pronouns thing would be all that changes.

[lririx]

ive been reading through all your stories and im in love!!!! your writing style is pretty and clean!!!

anyways, if you're uncomfortable with this ask, feel free to disregard!!! im requesting for norton and fools gold nsfw, learning to share reader with a threesome

tys 🙏

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy

Oh how wrong Norton was when he thought he wouldn't find his special someone.

Sure it took a while but he couldn't be any happier.

He has someone and that someone is you.

But he just can't help but be worried that he has to share you with “him”.

That wretched monster who thinks of nothing but himself.

Intimate moments between you and Norton were separate from moments between you and his counter part.

Norton isn't the most intimate during sex but his counter part is worse.

The days where you came back to his room with more bruises and bite marks that he would give you.

The way you would pass out in his arms after sessions with “Fool's Gold”.

It made his heart ache. It made him be more gentle with you when you were alone with him.

How these threeosmes started you don't know. Maybe it was because Norton couldn't bear the thought of you being alone with “him”.

These were quite the new experience for you.

Norton and Fool's Gold would be fighting and arguing while either of their cocks were in your mouth and hole.

There were times where you were fed up with them and left in the middle of it.

But it's been a couple of weeks now where they've been getting along a bit more.

Fool's Gold is a bit more gentle now to the point where you don't scream of pain for half of the session.

Norton has been more intimate though he still is Norton Campbell.

Your body, your eyes, your lips. Oh how you make both of them insane and eager for you.

You're on the edge of the bed with your mouth occupied by Fool’s Gold while Norton is prepping you.

Every single one of Norton's movements takes out delicate moans from your mouth.

Fool's Gold being the impatient being that he is has waited long enough.

As you’re laying on your stomach Fool's Gold impatiently lets himself in.

Though his length makes you shriek in pain the pleasure that will come soon makes it worth it.

During sessions like these most of Norton's attention is on you.

His counter part thinks of his own pleasures only so there has to be someone to help you through his thrusts.

Norton played with you sending feelings of ecstacy over your body for it to be interrupted by Fool's Gold's relentless thrusts.

Hours pass with each of them taking turns.

Moans and groans fill up the room. None of you care whether or not you're being heard though with your screams you definitely are.

Pleasure washed over you with each one of their thrusts hitting your sweet spots. As your walls welcomed them deeper and deeper.

Marks decorate your body in every noticeable spot.

Whispers of dirty words can be heard through the air.

Their hatred of eachother only makes them shove themself inside you even more making it a competition of who can make you scream louder.

You don't know how many times you've came tonight. Everything is a blur.

Hands wrapped around your throat. Cocks penetrating deep inside you.

Your mind is blank and you're trembling with the stimulation.

The knot in your stomach forms again causing you to squeeze tighter.

Norton steadies his pace. With each one of his thrusts you get closer to your climax.

Your moans are muffled by Fool’s Gold.

Your flushed face excites him even more.

You could feel him throbbing in your mouth which added to the sensation.

You could feel Norton's heavy breaths against your neck indicating that he was close to his own arousal.

With one last thrust you reached your peak and cried out a symphony.

The other two finished soon after with all of you feeling fulfilled.

You shivered down to the bed as your chest rose up and down to catch your breath.

Even though Norton usually cleans up after this time Fool's Gold decided to give a little treat.

Norton lays down next to you and caresses your hair. By the time Fool's Gold is finished you have passed out in Norton's arms.

Fool’s Gold scoffs at the sight though his heart has actually melted. Ofcourse he’s still a bit jealous since it’s not him who is in your arms but he’ll let it slide.

He leans down and kisses your head and whispers a sweet “I love you.” Into your ear and leaves you with his counter part to enjoy the rest of the night.

[likebreadandwine]

I've caught you in the latest in a string of bad moments when you're struggling to allow yourself to eat.

this audio contains reassurance for someone recovering from a restrictive ED, including encouragement to gain more. based on this prompt.

transcript under the cut:

hey. you haven't finished. don't tell me you're not hungry, I know you are. would it help if I made something different? or are you just…it's another bad day, huh? babe, you can't keep doing this. you're not eating enough. you're not giving your body what it needs. you need to eat. I know—hey, I know that's the opposite of what your brain is telling you. your brain is telling you you don't need it, and things would be better if you were smaller. but they weren't better. you were sick. I don't want you to make yourself sick again. it feels like you're holding onto this tiny piece of it, like a backup plan, like maybe it would be okay to restrict, just a little, until you lost some weight, then you'd stop, but that's not how this works. you can't go back. because the truth is, going back would be so much worse than just being as you are. and you know what? the way you are is pretty incredible. you've been doing so well, and I'm really proud of you. I know today's a bad day. but you're totally fine. we're fine. nothing bad is going to happen if you eat when you're hungry. your body knows what it needs. it needs nutrients. it needs energy to heal and recover. it needs freedom to just exist the way it exists. seeing you get bigger has been this miraculous transformation, you have this…sparkle. I don't know if you notice it, but you're just happier. you smile more and laugh more and you have this ease about you. this grace. it's like, as you've gained weight, you're at home in your body in a way you never were before. and I love that—it is your home, it's your being and…god, you're so pretty. I know that's not the point, but like…you're soft, you're more curves than edges, it feels good to hold you. I am, entirely selfishly, a big fan of this body. and I'm really not gonna let you stand around and mistreat it, okay? you don't have to feel totally okay about it. but you're going to let me take care of you. we're going to keep you well fed, we're going to keep your weight up—because you need it, and you're feeling better, and I think you'd feel even better if you put on a little more weight. so. I am going to sit with you, and you are going to eat. if not for yourself, for me. eat.

[ozzy-boy]

What does an average day look like for Cole? Well...

-Cole wakes several minutes before your alarm is set to go off. He's gotten awfully good at that, ensuring he gets a few minutes to stare at your beautiful sleeping face before the world whisks you away from him.

-He trails the tips of his fingers through your hair, over your face, down your arm... Often pausing mid stroke to admire your features. If he happens to sneak a few small kisses while he's at it, then that's his little secret.

-He pretends to wake at the same time as you once the alarm starts to ring, smiling while your sleepy face scrunches from the noise. You mumble an apology for waking him up as usual, and he responds that he doesn't mind at all, as usual.

-Cole spend the next several minutes as he usually does: tempting you away from your duties to spend the day with him in bed. He kisses you, trails his hands over your body, whispering promises of love and desire, trying to convince you to give in. He's the devil on your shoulder, the snake guiding you towards the apple.

-As usual, he does not succeed. You allow him to spin his web of promises, laying with him and basking in his love and getting a few more precious moments of rest, before you pull away with an apologetic smile already playing across your lips. You remind him that you had work that day.

-It's okay, Cole doesn't let it get him down. There was always tomorrow to try again, after all.

-You slip away to shower. It's roughly 50/50 on Cole joining you, depending on how he feels. Many days, Cole will follow behind and slip into the warm water behind you to continue his temptations. Trailing his hands and lips as far as you'll let him, offering his 'services' if you so desire.

-Today, he decides against it. Instead, he gets up, seeing no reason to remain in a bed that you weren't in. He begins preparing breakfast for you, only feeling mild regret when he hears you humming from the other room.

-Once you're clean, dressed, and fed, you run off to work leaving Cole to find a way to bide his time.

-He'll usually go on a run. Health and proper exercise is important, after all. And if he happens to run past your workplace once or twice (or a dozen times) then that's purely coincidence.

-Once he's done, he'll head back home to shower and get lunch prepared. He'll fix something up nice and lovingly before going back to your work all over again to deliver it.

-You forgot your lunch! You silly Marshmallow, you. If he's able, he'll try and convince you to sneak away and eat with him. Although, if you're particularly busy then you'll simply take the lunch he packed you with a quick thanks and a kiss, which is perfectly fine with him.

-Although after lunch, he's run out of excuses to see you, meaning that he has to wait for you to be finished with work. He'll do some work, or perhaps some reading or shopping. Or perhaps he'll do some... 'checking in', with your acquaintances. The usual. Most of it essentially amounts to twiddling his thumbs while wondering when you'd finally be freed.

-God forbid you had errands you wanted to run after work. Cole gets steadily more and more antsy when the two of you are separated. The anticipation of seeing you again kills him. Sometimes it's hard to even remember what he did before meeting you.

-When you finally come back home after your long work day, you find Cole waiting like always. He sweeps you into a hug and a kiss, eager and desperate, like a man possessed by his desires.

-Cole loves to spoil you. Chances are he'll force you to sit back and relax while he handles everything. Dinner, a massage, drawing a warm bath to relax in, anything you want and he'll rush to get it to you as quick as possible. Nothing makes him happier than taking care of you.

-Finally, he finds himself again in his favorite place in the world- snuggled up in bed with you, clinging to your body like he would die without your body heat.

-He watches you drift off to sleep, not allowing himself to rest until after you're already deep in slumber. Every moment by your side is priceless.

-And he can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.

[anjelicawrites]

A request for the war boys polycule, where Billy and reader are fed up of Tom flirting with people and decide to teach him a lesson. They know his flirting isn’t serious, but maybe after a stressful week at their jobs and Tom not helping much with the housework, them seeing him harmlessly flirting with someone again is their last straw. So they tie him up and spank him, then sexy time follows. ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: flirting, jealousy, kissing, spanking, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, Tom being the worst at housekeeping, a tiny bit of Billy x Tom.

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Tom is a flirt. You noticed it immediately, after interviewing him at the hospital, back when you first met him, and Billy. To him is a second nature, like breathing; both you and Billy know it's never serious when he winks and smiles, rakish and a bit dangerous, to people who aren't you two. You aren't positive about many things in life, but Tom loving you and Billy too much to hurt the two of you, is one of the stones you have built your life upon.

Yet, sometimes it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

When you arrive in the tiny home you three share, none of your boys are there to welcome you. You try to do the math in your head: Tom should be at the pub, already, and Billy must be on his way home.

Even since a big chunk of his colleagues at the Halcyon didn't make it back from the War, your sweet bean had been promoted to concierge duty, which meant longer hours and more stress for him: he was happy as a bell boy, his salary is higher now, but so is the strain he's put under.

You yourself, since you switched from journalism to a desk job at the publishing house one of your oldest friends owns, you have to juggle more tasks than when you were a war journalist reporting from the front, with Nazis ready to put a bullet in your head. On top of that, you have to think about the house chores, since Tom doesn't even try to help and Billy arrives home so tired, he physically can't give you a hand most of the times. And it shows: you need to do some dusting and deep clean the floors, there's a pile of dirty dishes in the sink and too many shirts to iron.

With a sigh you let the bags fall on the floor. You don't ask for much, just a simple hand so that you can return home and don't feel like your day hasn't finished, yet.

Looking at the mess around you, you feel the flames of rage lick at your belly: you have the right to go to the pub and have a pint, like your lovers do! Who says that the house chores are all yours to manage?

You look at your reflection using the small mirror hanging in the narrow hallway, deciding you look presentable enough to go out and have your bloody pint. You abandon the bag where you have carried the manuscripts you're supposed to read and judge, send yourself a kiss through the mirror and grab your purse.

The pub is full and smoky, all your neighbors are here, those missing are on their way.

You spot Tom immediately by the counter, beer in hand he's chatting the daughter of the owner, who is too busy staring at him with puppy dogs eyes, to mind all the other patrons.

You don't go to him immediately, deciding to observe the way he seems to perk up when the girl laughs at one of his jokes, or one of the other men gives him a pat on his back. This is where Tom is the happiest, where he can boost himself and his incredible war stories; you know he loves you and Billy, yet you can't help but wonder if having to live your non-conventional relationship in the shadows ever puts a damp in his feelings. If, perhaps, he'd be happier with the pub owner's daughter, or any of the single women in the establishment.

Tom turns his head and notices you; a sincere smile appears on his lips and he motions you to join him at the counter. In public he can't be as open as he is at home with his affection, to the world you're Billy's wife, and a friend to Tom; you can't be anything more than that now that you stand by him, pint in one hand as you chat with one of the neighbors and try to ignore Tom's non stop flirting with anything that moves, all your frustration poured in the vise around your beer.

As soon as Billy arrives, cheeks apple red due to the cold weather, you realize he's not happy as well; he looks tired and makes a beeline for you with a stiff back and a slight frown on his mouth. He has a terrible 'poker face', as some American soldiers used to say, yet Tom doesn't seem to notice when he sees him and puts a pint in front of his face and keeps talking and smiling with everyone who would give him a bit of attention, which only makes the metaphorical dark cloud over Billy's head grow bigger and bigger.

You can feel your own rage grow, bitter in your belly, and you know you need to stop drinking now; the amount of chores waiting at home don't help brighten your mood, at least you wouldn't have to witness Billy's frown deepen and Tom being blissfully unaware.

Both your and Billy are silent as you two walk home.

Usually Billy is happy to share his day with you and to regard you with funny tales of his day at work; not tonight though. Sallow he smokes a cigarette, his hand in yours shakes a little with his own brand of unexpressed rage.

His sigh echoes yours when you two reach home.

"I'll do the dishes." He says, shoulders hunched.

Normally you'd thank him for his help and start doing something else, tonight you decide to hug him from behind, stopping his movements.

"What's wrong Billy?"

His hands find yours, crossed on his flat belly, his long fingers interlocking with yours; he needs a moment to spell out how he feels.

"Do you think Tom is happy with us?" He asks with a small voice.

You hold him tighter: you weren't the only one battling with these doubts.

"He looks far more happier with all these strangers than he is with us! Can't he see how much that hurts?"

"I don't think he realizes." You let your cheek find home between his scapulae. "It's the way he's made. He just doesn't see it, the same way he doesn't seem to understand that I need a hand at home. He breezes through, sometimes."

"Is it bad if I say that he needs to be taught a lesson?"

Sometimes you think your sweet bean Billy can't be any cuter than what he is, then he says something adorable and you just want to smother him with kisses.

"I think you might be right." You let him turn around in your embrace, he blushes at your devious smile. "And I might have the best idea known to man!"

Tom arrives home later, not drunk but his head buzzes pleasantly and his cheeks feel hot against the chilly wind that's sweeping the streets; he shivers when he enters the small hallway, if the heating is still working, it means you must be awake and working.

He finds you curled on the armchair, huddled in a dressing gown and under a blanket; the fire is still going but it's dwindled and you're squinting to read the manuscript in your hands.

You're the picture of home, and he couldn't be happier to have you in his life

"Hello love." He says with a smile.

"Hello stranger." You look up at him.

"When did you and Billy leave? I didn't notice."

He has bent his long back so that his face is at level with yours and he can steal a kiss from your pouty lips.

"I know. You were too busy being everyone's best friend."

You see the realization dawn on him.

You know Tom doesn't mean harm, he's used to hide his true self under a devil may care persona, and loses himself in it: he doesn't notice the pain he causes.

"You know it was just mindless fun, right?"

You see the way his eyes seem to get bigger and his mouth curves downwards; something that truly hurts him, is not being believed when he's telling the truth. For all the bravado, he can't stand to hurt you, or Billy, or the thought of you two considering him a liar.

You cup his cheek and he nuzzles your palm.

"I know. It still hurts though."

Tom kneels between your splayed legs and puts his big hands on your tights; his skin is running so hot you can feel it through the layers you're wearing.

"Let me show you." He says, voice uncharacteristically small.

"Will you?"

Billy makes enough noises to make sure Tom will hear his approach; if there's something they both come back with from the war, is the nasty reaction they both have to sudden noises.

Billy's arms circle Tom's waist, his lips find home on the delicate skin his nape; it still feels so strange to love another man the way he does Tom. It should feel like sin, like tarnishing himself, yet he can't stop the feeling from growing stronger and stronger with every day your little family spends together.

In front of him Tom shivers, and it's not the warmth of the dying fire.

"Yes." He croaks out.

Clothes gently fall from your three bodies as you climb to the master bedroom you share; Tom feels dizzy, his head full of cotton as he's been kissed and caressed, until he falls on the bed, eagerly sliding upwards until his head is laying on the pillows, cock hard and leaking on his tummy.

He moans when you straddle him to kiss him again, as your hands help him spread his arms, until he touches the headboard and grabs the wrought iron. He's so lost in your taste he doesn't feel the silk of a set of your old hold-ups stockings being wrought around his wrist, until you release his lips and slide down his long body.

His position doesn't come as a surprise.

When both him and Billy were recuperating at the war hospital, he had showed Billy some racy pictures he had acquired in France, a couple were of a scarcely dressed woman, in the same position he is right now; the blush that had covered Billy's cheeks had shot warmth in his belly, something he had elected to ignore, back then. He feels the same way right now: hot all over and ready to do anything you two demanded of him.

Gingerly he testes his bindings, knowing full well how the play of his thick muscles make you react: you must be drenched already.

He shots you and Billy a dirty smile, trying to hide the excitement he feels.

"What are you going to do to me?" He asks, trying to sound more collected than he actually is.

You smile, devilishly, your hands caressing the trembling muscles of his thighs.

"Give you the chance to show us how sorry you feel."

When your hands find the globes of his exposed arse, to knead the muscles, he jumps slightly: he knows what you're about to do.

The two of you had fooled around this way, that couple of times when Billy was working night shift whilst Tom didn't. It had been fun and the sex even better, after you had released him.

"You need to be taught a lesson." Billy almost manages not to stutter and turn tomato red.

"Is that so?" Tom smiles, rakish and impatient, testing the bindings again.

"Do you know how much it hurts to see you flirt with anything that moves?" You say, scratching the inside of his tight. "Only to come home to a mess?"

Tom hisses when you plant your nails in his thigh.

"Shut up Tom." You add. "And show us how sorry you are."

He's laying flat on his back, legs spread and bent to accommodate your form while Billy is kneeling by his side with his forehead against Tom's.

Slowly, following the long lines of his muscles, you caress Tom's legs to help him relax, gently reaching his arse to knead it again, feeling the firmness of his skin under your palms; he's already panting, eyes stubbornly boring into Billy's.

"Bloody hell!" He growls when the first smack lands.

It's a soft tap, he's more surprised than in pain and you build from there, adding your strength with each spank you let rain on his arse, reveling in the way his whole body twists and turns to escape your stinging palm, until Billy has to grab his legs to bend them against his tummy. Tom moans desperate and then sobs when the pain escalates, he babbles when Billy tries to soothe his pain with gentle words murmured against his sweaty forehead.

His biceps strain against the bindings, shiny with perspiration, as he tries to break free from them to finally get to you: even folded the way he is, his cock doesn't flag, it strains and rubs against his tights with jolts of pleasure that mix with the pain you're subjecting him to, fueling the fire burning in his belly, mixing with the torment of his wrist and stinging arse.

With desperate strength he rips his bindings to grab at Billy, his nails scratching his back as the latter uses his weight to keep him in place and you slap his arse one last time with all your strength, before stopping, breathless the same way he is.

You and Billy help him unfold his legs and massage his stiff arms, you two kiss a reddened wrist each, until Tom's breathing slows down and he can take deep breaths, instead of desperate pants.

He feels your combined kisses all over his skin, ramping up his desire again. Billy's lips as light as feathers, yours leave marks on his body, until you reach his cock, red and angry, to leisurely lick it.

Immediately, Tom's hips jump under your attention, his voice a rough whisper, desperate for release.

You kneel between his splayed legs, arse up in the air, wriggling it until Billy gets behind you and grabs your hips to stop your movements.

Shyly, as if this is his first time, Billy lays on you, asking for your consent with a breathless moan: he's so hard he's desperately trying to keep his needs under control.

He breaches you as soon as you whimper a breathy 'yes', slow and careful of his size his cockhead enters your wet cunt and you moan, grabbing Tom's cock in a sure hold that has him kick under you.

You need Billy to fuck you faster and it translates in the way you lick and kiss his cock, lips already around his weeping head to suck him in your willing mouth. Under you, Tom pumps his hips following your fast tempo, groaning at your warmth and the way Billy's thrusts make you impale yourself on his cock.

Your body is the raging inferno consuming them both. Your cunt sucks Billy in the same way your mouth does Tom's cock, hungry you try to take more of them, feeling the orgasm unfurl inside of you as Tom's hand grabs your hair to push hard and fast inside your mouth, your groans spurring him on to fuck you, to take his pleasure, untill the band in his tummy breaks and his thick cum floods your mouth.

Hungry you try to swallow and lick all you can, but you're in no control of your body: the devious way your pussy curls around Billy makes him lose control and fuck you fast and hard, moving your willing body up, over Tom's spent one, one hand losing hold of your hip to find your clit to play with it, quick movements that have you shudder around him, feeling your own pleasure close, oh so close!

You scream when you come and Billy follows you into the darkness of his own pleasure, his body falling over yours in a panting mess of sweat and kisses.

You're not sure for how long you three lay huddled into one another; under your body you feel Tom nuzzle your neck, Billy is curled against your side, caressing all the places this hands curled too tight, apologetic of his own passion.

"I never realized it hurt you. You were both unbothered about it." Tom says with such sincerity in his voice that your heart hurts.

"Not unbothered." Billy says. "Simply frustrated about it."

You turn your head to look at sweet Billy, whose brow isn't scrunched anymore, yet his eyes carry the phantom of that pain.

"It will not happen again."

This is Tom saying he's sorry. You don't think you've ever heard him say the actual phrase: you have to make do.

"Will you try to help me at home? Having to wrangle everything by myself is as frustrating as you flirting like it's your actual job!"

"I didn't think you needed help with that! You do everything in the house!"

"Because I have little to no help! From you mostly!"

"Why didn't you ask?"

If you weren't so sexually satisfied, you'd punch him in the face!

"Do you really need to ask when there's so many chores to carry out at home? Can't you see dirty dishes or the pile of laundry that needs to be sorted?"

"My sister used to do everything at home for me and dad."

You're going to punch him, it's inevitable when you feel your arm raise up on its own; it's Billy's hand grabbing your fist to kiss your knuckles that stops you.

"We'll help more." Billy tells you with a soft smile. "Right, Tom?"

Tom doesn't look too convinced: if he has to be honest, he knows next to nothing about housekeeping and it's not something a man should spend his time doing.

"I'll give you an incentive, Tom." You say, sweetly. "Either you help me, or you'll find out how uncomfortable the bed in the guest room is."

"I already know! You exiled the two of us there!"

You bark a laugh in his face.

"And it was for a couple of days!" You say.

"It was a week." Billy pouts, adorably.

"Imagine sleep there, alone, for however long I deem necessary."

"You wouldn't."

You stare at Tom who is looking with an incredulous expression on his handsome face.

"Wanna bet on that?"

You can see the gears turning into Tom's head: you are both stubborn as mules. You're capable of barring him from touching you for months and Tom isn't sure he can live without you.

"No." He huffs, letting his head hit the pillows. "But I can't promise results!"

Billy surprises the two of you when he pops his head on his hand, to look better at Tom, and says, blushing furiously.

"You can always find yourself in this position again."

"Then." Tom stretches under your weight. "I'll make sure to carry out the worst work possible."

Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose

[ikamigami]

HOT TAKE

New Moon was grieving a version of Solar he created in his own mind.

New Moon barely knew Solar. Even if he knew that he ran away from his dimension cause his Moon tired to kill him New Moon never seemed to realize how much traumatised Solar was. Nothing implies that they talked about Solar's trauma.

I remember how I complained that Solar seems to be a not good influence on New Moon because of how much a yes-man he was. But only now I realized that it was probably a trauma response from Solar. That he tried to be as helpful and productive as possible for New Moon so the latter wouldn't be disappointed in him. Or that he was agreeing and went along with most of New Moon's ideas so the latter would be happy. Or that he always tried to calm New Moon down and stir him from getting too caught up in anger because New Moon's anger reminded him too much of his Moon. Solar was probably scared to oppose New Moon hence why he so often agreed with him or with his ideas.

This is why when New Moon went missing Solar wnet into a panic mode and even if he was mean to Sun he indeed wanted Sun to be safe because who knows what could've happen with Moon being missing and potentially being violent or feral.

You may think that I'm exaggerating but why Solar should trust New Moon? Just because he's nice-r than his Moon? When Solar saw how New Moon acts when he's angry. And when Moon was missing Solar couldn't know for sure if he's angry or not because he wasn't there with him.

Solar likes New Moon but we can't and shouldn't forget that it was tainted with fear. Fear of being a disappointment. Maybe not many people realized that because these feelings of Solar's were unspoken. We could only clued it together from hints. It was more of a show don't tell thing.

And this were comes my hot take. New Moon only knows this ever helpful and agreeing with him Solar. Not a Solar who doesn't want to be a disappointment. Not a Solar who is afraid of angry Moon. Because Solar was never vulnerable around him. He was only vulnerable around Lunar and Earth.

I think that yes, New Moon misses Solar because he was his friend and a brother. But I think that he's probably missing that Solar was agreeing with him, was allowing him to do experiments and all that stuff. After all, New Moon said how much he's fed up with others telling him that he can't do this or that. Solar wasn't like that.

"You're not my Solar" might reflect more how New Moon perceived Solar rather than who Solar actually was. After all, a hallucination of Solar was disappointed in Moon. Solar wasn't.. or rather he never said he was. And he probably wouldn't dare to say that.

And I think that Solar told Sun and Moon that he's proud of them because of how much he was happier with them. He could live with both of them. New Moon wasn't constantly yelling at him and beating him to unconsciousness. And Sun was alive and safe. And all three of them could finally spend time together.

But all of this still doesn't erase Solar's trauma and the fact how he was acting towards Sun and Moon was recflecting his trauma caused by his Sun's death and his Moon's abuse. We can't and shouldn't forget that. This is what shaped Solar's friendship with New Moon as being more of a yes-man - which I think wasn't helping New Moon to change for the better (in a sense so New Moon wouldn't be too self-centered) and in fact I think that Earth did more to help New Moon than Solar did but that's beside the point of this post.

And because of such complexity of Solar's relationship with New Moon I dislike solarmoon ship because most of the time their dynamic is depicted far differently from what is in canon and most of the time they're ooc and most of the time their dynamic in this ship is flat and one-dimensional. It lacks this really important nuance and sadly I don't see people ever aknowledging that.

It's okay for anyone to like this ship and ship solarmoon but I dislike how many people just view Solar's and New Moon's relationship through shipping lenses completely stripping away the complexity of it. Many don't even seem to realize that if they infact were infatued with each other it'd be unhealthy relationship till they'd address Solar's trauma.

And ofc I'm talking only about these solarmoon shippers who confuse canon with their headcanons. Who only view Solar's relationship with New Moon through shipping lenses. Who don't aknowledge the complexity of it in canon. And sadly I've seen many times solarmoon being depicted in this flat one-dimensional ooc way.

[violetszone]

Chocolate Strawberry Cake

Charles x fem!reader

From this and this request

Summary: You and Charles decided to spend Valentine's Day at home, one of your plans was to make a chocolate cake together.

Prompts: “Your lips are really warm.” / “I’m dressed as a heart do you like it” / “do you love me or chocolate more?”

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

You didn't really want to spend Valentine's Day out, Charles was thinking of doing whatever you wanted.For this reason, you decided to spend it alone at home, you talked about what you would do during the day before.

When you woke up in the morning, Charles' arm was wrapped around your waist, you turned to his side, you started playing with his hair, after a few minutes he opened his eyes "Good morning, happy valentines day baby"

He pulled you closer to him and rested his head on your shoulder."Happy Valentine's Day" You both got out of bed without delay, Charles went to the shower and you went to the kitchen, you wanted to make a nice breakfast for the two of you.

You prepared something and put it on the table Charles came over and hugged you "thanks for the breakfast it looks very good" you smiled and walked past him to the table You both sat down had your breakfast and gathered around.

You were going to make a cake as you talked, so you wrote down the ingredients and gave them to Charles, got ready, got in the car and went to the market, of course, it was not easy to go outside because those who know Charles they wanted to take a photo with him or something, of course Charles didn't want to break them, which caused your shopping to take longer, finally you could enter the market.

Charles took a basket and started to drive while you were reading the list and he was taking the ingredients and putting them in the basket.You bought some chocolates because you wanted to make a chocolate cake. Charles looked at the chocolates you put in the basket. "YN don't you think you bought too much chocolate for a cake? Just asking"

You put the last chocolate in your hand and looked at the basket, "Chocolate is never too much, my lord, learn this" he laughed at your words, you went to the greengrocer section to buy fruit.

While looking at the box of berries in your hand, you saw Charles bend over to sign a little girl and you stopped to watch them the little girl was so cute Charles looked very happy to have such a little fan. You smiled at Charles when she left,he took the fruit box from your hand, put it in the basket and side hugged you. You went to pay for what you bought.

You came home with what you bought and started to make the cake by separating the ingredients. Charles was whipping the cake batter and you were putting the ingredients. You put the cake to bake and you started making the cream Charles was chopping the fruit, he cut a strawberry in half and ate one half himself and gave the other one to you, you both made a sound like you liked it and laughed

When the cream was finished, you started to melt the chocolate on the stove, you dipped one of the strawberries that Charles cut into the chocolate and ate it "I love it, it's perfect" Charles put his hands on the counter and looked at you, you didn't realize that there was chocolate on your lip, he approached and grabbed your cheeks and started kissing you

He broke the kiss and licked his lips “Your lips are really warm and you're right it's a nice chocolate"You dipped another strawberry in chocolate and put it in your mouth, you were happier as you ate chocolate.

“YN slow down you didn't leave any ingredients on the cake, also do you love me or chocolate more?You look so happy with chocolate ” You sounded like you were thinking and fed Charles the strawberry "Both of you, especially when you two are together" this time you left a kiss on his lips

After 1 hour, you finished the cake and put it in the fridge, you really had fun. When Charles went to the living room, you went upstairs and put on the dress you just bought. It was a short and beautiful dress that looked like a red heart. First you went to the kitchen and got the cake, then you went to Charles.

He whistled to show that he liked you when he saw you.You put the cake on the middle table and turned around yourself “I’m dressed as a heart do you like it” he took your hand and pulled you into his lap "I love it, you look so beautiful" you thanked  and wrapped your arms around his neck.

After a while you got up from his lap and cut two slices  cake and sat next to him "So how was your valentine's day?" Charles asked,you finished your bite said "I had a lot of fun today, thank you Charles" he kissed you on the cheek "You're welcome, I had a lot of fun too." You finished your cake and talked until you went to bed.You had a really good day, so you were grateful to Charles.

[onefourone]

gaz x gn!reader drabble (no warnings)

also im sorry for not posting for a while, i havent been doing too great 🥲 but i hope yall like it + sorry for any mistakes

having been with kyle (or gaz, as he's referred to by his friends) for years now, you've come to appreciate every single way he expresses his love and affection for you.

the way he looks at you. kyle has always had this gaze that made your breath stutter in your chest. but you feel safe. you feel protected under his watchful eye. not a single thing goes unnoticed as long as he's there to see it. sometimes even when he isn't. he maps out every part of your body and soul with his eyes, committing every inch of you to his memory. he loves making eye contact with you whenever it's possible, just so you can see the extent of his devotion.

the way he touches you. gaz is a military man. his hands have caused so much death in his service, which is something you hate thinking about (and so does he). those same hands come home to you and cradle you like you're the most precious jewel on the planet. his hands dig into the knots on your back. they rub lotion onto your skin after a shower. they rub your stomach when it's upset. they care for you.

the way he cooks for you. it's not an uncommon sight, seeing gaz in the kitchen. he loves to cook for you more than anything. he loves to bust out his mother's old recipes to make for you. he's always keeping you fed. nothing makes him happier than the seeing the thankful smile on your face before eating what he prepared. while he would never turn down a cooked meal from you if you wanted to make it, he never wants you to feel like you're forced to make anything if you don't want you. he wants you to relax and eat good food like the royalty that you are.

the way he speaks to you. kyle's voice was a big part of why you fell for him in the first place. it's silky smooth, and so relaxing to listen to. you often ask him to read to you or tell you a random story just so you can sleep. you could hear him speak forever and never get tired of it. you constantly run out of space on your phone because you save every single voicemail and voice message he leaves you, just so you can hear his beautiful voice when you're feeling anxious.

the way he's loyal to you. you know that loyalty is supposed to be a given in any relationship. but kyle is loyal in a way you've never experienced before with previous partners. he actually advocates for you. family putting you down? he tells them off and reminds you of your worth. "friends" treating you badly? he tells them to fuck off and let's you know they don't deserve you. you've never had anyone put you first like this before and it's such a refreshing feeling with him. if you ever feel like it's too much, he will never push it. but you know he always has your back regardless.

the way he comes back to you. it's no secret that you hate kyle's work. you hate that he constantly had to leave. you hate barely being able to contact him while he's gone. you hate stewing in your anxiety for weeks, not knowing if you'd ever get to see him again. but he always comes back. he says as much whenever he can. there's no "if" or "maybe" with him. he says he will come back to you, and he always does.

the way he spoils you. kyle makes a decent amount of money from his work. decent enough that he constantly begs you to quit your shitty office job. you refuse on account of needing a way to busy your mind while he's gone. to compromise, he buys you gifts constantly. it never works to try and pretend you have nothing you're interested in. he is extremely perceptive and pays attention to everything you say and do. you'll constantly find yourself on the receiving end of all your favorite things.

the way he marries you. when you bring up the idea of getting married, he practically collapses onto his knees in relief. he's so incredibly happy that you want that with him, because he can't see a reality where he isn't yours for all of eternity. when he eventually proposes to you under the stars in your favorite park, you can just tell he is going to make you the happiest person in the world. when you get back home, he reveals (the most sheepish you've ever seen him) that he actually bought the ring ages ago, but he was afraid he'd been moving too fast. he couldn't help but laugh at the adorable look of shock you had.

the way he cherishes you forever. the married life with kyle was really not that different. he still treats you like he just fell in love with you, even years later. he finally took you to meet his team, after years of brief greetings while you video called kyle. you felt indebted to this group of people for keeping the love of your life alive (though, his captain was quick to let you know that kyle does the same for the rest of them often). you smile when his other teammate, soap, tells you about how kyle never shuts up about you ever. he even carries a picture of you on him at all times for good luck. you try your best (and fail) not to cry.

[fandoms--fluff]

Little Hope Mikaelson Headcannons

Flufftober, October 25th

Mommy witch reader x Little Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: None

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Hope would be very nervous to reveal this part of herself. She wouldn't know how you'd react and would wait until she knew she could trust you with anything.

There would be small signs about her age regression that you would pick up on before she told you, but you couldn't quite figure out what they meant.

You'd be the most supportive girlfriend when she finally does tell you.

She would be radiating with anxiety the whole time and the dam boke once you showed your support and love to her of it.

You would hold her in your arms the entire night afterwards and get to meet her little self.

She would be the absolute cutest when she's little.

When she regresses, she'd regress to a mindset of anywhere from less than a year old to four years old.

You'd be the only one to know about this part of herself. And you'd make sure to keep that secret.

After some time, Hope would begin to call you 'Mama' and 'Mommy'. - Which would make you happier than you think you've ever been.

She would love to play and cuddle with you, do basically anything with you really since she's been by herself ever since she started age regressing.

She started a couple months after her mom and dad died. And it was freeing for her to say the least.

Instead of feeling like an outside like before, Hope would feel like she wasn't anything less when you're always there for her.

You'd get Hope a stuffed wolf that resembled her wolf form and she'd love it so much and never want it to leave her site.

^It'd be her favorite toy out of everything and would cling to it in and out of little space.

You would do small, fun and creative spells to lift Hope's mood when she's little and she'd absolutely adore it.

She wouldn't wear much 'little clothing' per say, but she would wear more comfy and soft clothing.

Her little self absolutely adores you and always likes to copy you doing small things like how you flip through grimoires or even how you brush your hair.

^You'd find it so cute and endearing.

When she's regressed really young and toddler aged, she'd love to be bottle fed. And you feeding her her bottle would be one of her favorite night time activities.

Whenever you'd notice her start to drop in classes instead of her trying to find her own excuse on why she needs to leave, you'd whisk her out of there with you.

^There may or may not be spells involved to make sure the teachers don't pry, thanks to you. And Hope would be a little disapproving but thankful for you doing that.