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pumpkinhcad · 6 days ago

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Wearing a whole pumpkin over his head meant that getting flicked, even with talons, did not hurt. Ow! Still, because he wore a whole pumpkin over his head, the resulting CLACK! was sharp, and loud. Needless to say-- ❝ But that's why we're here! ❞ --he did not like that very much. And now he was the one sulking, pouting, rubbing his forehead a bit.

Yuuuup. These two were not beating the peer pressure allegations. Much less when the younger of the two kept digging a deeper hole for them. But he totally was not the one in charge of this operation, no. Had he not still have twenty-five minutes worth of shift left, Kevin would have said something; but a picture said more than a thousand words, and their interactions made that crystal clear.

Hands interlaced together over the counter, the clerk must have looked like a judge in the teenager's hypothetical Talent Contest or whatever. But on the contrary: he lost nothing in entertaining such a notion, just like he had done countless times before. Call it a way to reward these kids for all the free advertisement. A secret that would rather take to the grave than letting his boss find out.

A snicker. ❝ Black licorice? ❞ A daring request. ❝ Well aren't you two lucky? That's all I've got left in stock. ❞ Of course, one good look at him, and around the store, said it all: Kevin was pulling their legs here, and he made it very obvious. ❝ I'll get you two bags, on the house. ❞ Anyone with two eyes should be able to see that, right?

Well-- ❝ Um... ❞ --perhaps only most people would be able to tell. The mere mention of black licorice already had Pump wanting to literally and figuratively pull Susie away from the conversation. ❝ W-we're good, Kevin, we can wait until there's other candy. ❞ The monster might have failed to scare him earlier, but black poison? It sent chills! BAD CHILLS!! Down his spine!

Watching the other lean behind the counter, out of sight, had the seven-year-old on edge, an uneasy squiggly line drawn across his mask. Oh no!! He looked like he was join to jump out of frame, like a cat upon spotting a cucumber behind it, if two literal bags full of black licorice were to be placed on top of the counter right then and there. Kevin would NEVER give them poison!!

Of course, this was all for dramatic effect, for it took Kevin a few seconds to re-emerge... holding a small batch of candy bars in his hands.

❝ Good enough. ❞ He was going to hand them over, no strings attached, until he interjected: ❝ BUT! Just this once. ❞ Only then, he let them have them, two candy bars each. ❝ Don't make it a habit. ❞ Here was hoping this girl did not suffer from a nut allergy. Or could eat chocolate. He had to watch out with how different most of the monsters living in that town were.

susie side - eyes pump all the while as he explains their tentative team up to the clerk . she grumbles lowly when the twerp meets her gaze , hurriedly glancing back to kevin with a sour look --- hackles raising as he yuks it up . folding her arms across her chest and leaning in a little , teeth bared , she's quick to protest ,

" hey , he didn't MAKE me do anything !! do i LOOK like i could get bossed around by some little pumpkin PUNK ?? I JUST GOT DONE SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF HIM !! " ( kevin had better IGNORE how quickly she caved to scooping pump up if he knows what's good for him . )

it's hard to regard the guy with any true contempt nonetheless ; really seems like he understands her position here . despite her contrary splutter , the dragon knows good and well the twerp KINDA boxed her into this . not ENTIRELY , though , arright ?! she's got her OWN motivations here and they're most of the reason she ALLOWED this to transpire at all .

( give her the goddamn free candy already . the sooner she sees the back of this mortifying interaction , the better . )

... still . it's sort of --- cool , that these two aren't shrinking away , screaming in terror at the mere sight of her . even DESPITE her best efforts , mind you . now , she can't bring herself to admit that . can't let it soften her too much , either . yet it gives susie pause all the same .

" ... " he'll SERIOUSLY cough up if she just musters a little civility ?? seems like a pretty questionable business practice , honestly ... but she wouldn't run a place like this any BETTER . susie would just chow down on all the stock and write it all off as , uh . taxes , expenses stuff to make it a free gorge session . heheheh .

( that IS how it works , right ? hell if she knows any particulars . )

she rolls her eyes , peeking at the look on pump's face . man , the kid's RELENTLESS . slanting her eyes in disapproval of his lecture , she flicks him in the forehead of the mask with a clawed talon , sneering --- before appearing to concede .

" ... ... ... SO . pump said something about free candy . and it would be cool as hell , if you handed some over . uh . like , right goddamn now . "

a beat . susie appears to consider her own strategy , brows pinching ... and averts her gaze .

" ... ... ... even the lame disgusting crap nobody wants anyway , like BLACK LICORICE would be , uh . fine . eurgh . or all the sweets that've fallen on the floor during the day , or whatever . please . "

#🎃 •|| IN CHARACTER.#🎃 •|| AND WITH A GUEST!!.#🎃 •|| DELTARUNE VERSE.#🎃 •|| ATECHALK (SUSIE) (001).#atechalk #(Sigh... they're so silly and funny...)#(But also YAY THE GOOD ENDING!! THEY GOT CANDY!!.)

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pythonmoth · 4 months ago

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cw: post-traumatic stress disorder. paranoia. anxiety. panic. overthinking. reader is traumatized and unreliable. explicit suicidal thoughts. mentioned depersonalization. the voices. jealous simon. kissing the homies pt2. author was angry while writing.

× framed traitor f!reader x lt ghost. poly tf141.

text is heavily styled to show reader's panic. if it's difficult to read, I can share the normal version tomorrow. ♡

Part 8

Slow.

That's the only way you can describe how the progress has been for you.

Ever since you fell asleep with Simon on a call, you've been feeling so calm. It's like all the problems disappeared. Your therapist is confused, but glad to see you all happy and content, like never before. Your appetite has come back, your nails have been growing nicely. You give yourself a chance to try on comfortable shoes, a little hesitant to make your toenails hurt, but you can actually walk with them now. They're still a little sensitive, but you're running your errands on your own now. No need to be dependant anymore.

To feel like yourself again has given you so much comfort that you find yourself texting the team properly. Even Gaz has been taking your calls when he's available, which has been great for your mental health, and your heart. Price has been mostly quiet, but you're not surprised, as he's always busy; he mostly just shares updates on missions, like Simon. Johnny has been incredibly funny on the phone, sharing silly things and your mutual hatred towards a new movie has been helping you bond again.

Simon, however...

"Hey, I'm serious! Don't you dare using that fucking tea bag!" Simon grunts from the phone.

You turn to him, laughing as you see him frowning. Simon's unmasked face covers your phone screen, his distaste for the cheap tea bags completely clear. His eyebrows are furrowed together, his mouth curled in a little disgusted snarl. You can only grin, mocking him, lazily patting your hands dry on your pants.

"I've no energy to prepare anything else!" you sigh, dropping the tea bag on the mug, getting closer to the phone to turn the volume up.

Your phone is fighting for it's life resting against a little cookie jar on the isle, your hands still a little damp from doing the dishes.

"Well, if you didn't try to do everything at once, you would" Simon voice retorts. His forehead is covering nearly half of your screen, making it hard to take him seriously.

"I can perfectly do multiple things at the same time".

"The stove".

You turn around to see the stove still on. With a grimace, you turn it off, ignoring his little chuckle as you reach out for your tea and your phone, walking over to the living room. The couch is cozy and fluffy, making you sink into it as if it were a cloud. You drag a blanket over your legs as you smile at the screen, staring at Simon.

"Whatever. Now, what did you have for dinner?"

Ever since that night, this has been your new normal. He has time off, you have a videocall. Really, it's a win-win situation, and it makes you happy, so that's fine. He tells you all about everyone, he tells you about how much he misses you and how much he wants to see you. It makes you smile, genuinely so.

The therapist isn't convinced you're okay yet. She says you're still jumpy, still flinch around people, and she even said you're hyper vigilant. But there's nothing wrong with being precautious, so you don't understand how that's a bad thing. However, you can admit it's a little hard to do things with your hands. It's not that you can't use your hands, because you can, but it makes you feel as if you were in a simulation, as if you were part of a game and you're the point of view for someone else.

Perhaps you should've kept that to yourself.

That's probably why the therapist refuses to allow you to go back. She probably thinks you're crazy, when it happens to everyone. She just doesn't understand.

It's no matter, because they're coming.

Price told you a few days ago that they're finally free, and will be having a few months off unless they're strictly needed. It's been nine months since you last saw them in person, so it makes you feel excited, content!

Tomorrow. They're coming tomorrow.

The best part is that you don't even need to ask what they feel like eating. You know them well enough to know just how much they love meat, so you just have to go out and buy everything.

The air is a more than chilly now, your birthday month coming right up, so you decide to put on your favorite jacket and take your car keys. The drive to the store is calm, the music absolutely blasting your ears, though, your enthusiasm sky high with how much you've missed them these past few months. It makes you giddy, to welcome them, to see them again.

Your therapist has been helping you to identify your emotions, helping you to understand how you are genuinely feeling. And having them over... it makes you a little anxious. Only because you haven't gotten any visitors outside your family and friends, really. Of course you want them there, it's just gonna be new.

In just a few minutes, your car if parked and locked at least five times just to make sure, canva tote bags in hand and then you're walking in the store. You're always making sure to come at a time when there's less people, and you're glad it's keeping up the same. Headphones over your ears, music gently playing on then, you move with practiced ease.

Meat. Vegetables. Pasta.

Meat. Fruit. Meat.

And meat.

They would die if you gave them anything but meat, truly.

You smile to yourself as you carry your things back to your car, your headphones now curled around your neck so you can pay attention to your surroundings, your eyes slyly looking around, turning smoothly whenever you feel someone is looking at you from your back. Your eyes wide open, you fill your car with the groceries, quickly closing it once you're done.

Just for precaution, you look around again before looking inside your car, and as soon as you open the door, you're inside and lo ck in g the car.

Just precaution.

It's dangerous out the re.

You're home the rest of the day, preparing the meals you'll be giving them tomorrow morning. Price did say they'll be arriving at 2pm, so you make sure everything is perfect before going to bed.

That night, you sleep with Simon's breathing next to your ear again, your heart pounding in your chest. The an xie ty keeps on growing, but you're sure it's just giddiness. Really, you're just too excited you can't wait.

The next morning, you almost don't want to get up. The woodpeckers are going crazy with the tree just outside your window, the sunlight hitting your face perfectly from between the curtains and it feels peaceful. Your bed is empty, except for your pillows —and a big plushie of a dragon Johnny got for you a few years ago—, and it's so, so warm you just don't want to get up.

With a sigh, you stand up and quickly get ready to welcome the day, and your friends. You're thankful you made sure everything was ready the day before, because just as you're done blow drying your hair, there's a firm knock on your door.

Surprised, you turn to look at the clock. You didn't even realize you spent so long just staring at yourself in silence. You lost so many hours, when you could've been doing something else!

"Coming!" you yell from your room, jumping down the stairs to the kitchen and turning the stove on.

When everything is already getting heated up, you stand in front of the door, your body suddenly frozen. You're sweating, your heart slowing and then racing in your chest as if it couldn't choose what to do. Your throat is closing up.

You can't move.

Don't open the door.

Run.

Why?

What is happening?

Run.

Another knock makes you snap out of it, but your hands are still shaky as you finally open the door. Your shoulders relax as your eyes fall on Gaz, strong arms instantly wrapping around your middle as Price, right behind him, presses the door against the wall so they can all get in.

Gaz lifts you just enough to make room for the rest.

"Hey, sweetheart. Looking good" Gaz says, beaming, pressing a soft kiss to your cheekbones before letting go of you.

However, you're instantly shutting off again. You don't understand why your legs feel like jelly, why your healed fingernails are throbbing. You don't understand at all why the sudden urge to run, far, far away.

Leave.

Price grins down at you, patting your head and gently gripping your shoulder before side stepping you. "Thank you for having us, kid".

When you look up at Johnny, he's grinning down at you, but you can see the way he quickly catches on your reaction, the way your forehead is covered in sweat, and the way your lips are pursed.

Danger.

"It's good to see you" Johnny says gently, nodding down at you and moving past you very carefully, trying not to touch you.

It feels odd. It feels incredibly off. And there's something weird in the air.

Your stomach is twisting and churning. It's confusing. It's weird. Sulfur? Acid?

Fully focused on trying to understand what happening to you, you're suddenly aware that the burning smell you can perceive is coming from your deep in your stomach.

Fear? Pain? Panic?

Your throat is so closed up you can barely breathe. The fear is making your sight turn a little blurry, your breathing shaky.

Bile. You want to throw up.

When you look up at Simon, your hands clench on your sides, swallowing thickly. It feels so, so wrong to look at him like this, especially when you two are supposed to be okay again, but for some reason, you can't handle looking at him. It's making you feel... off. Odd.

You give him a tight smile and a nod, the giddiness turning ice cold in your stomach.

You bring your hand to your mouth, nibbling on your fingernails.

As soon as they're all inside, door closed behind them, Simon takes his mask off, his eyes fixed on you, frowning.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay. Yeah, come on" you reply, maybe a little too quickly, but you don't give him, or any of them, a moment to think about it as you move to the kitchen.

You check on everything by the stove as Johnny fills glasses with wine. It's too early for wine, but with your teeth destroying the growing fingernail on your thumb... you don't really care right now.

"It smells amazing" Price comments, inhaling deeply. He's sitting at the head of the table, looking ready to sink his teeth in anything. If he's oblivious to the tension in your shoulders, or if he's choosing to ignore it, you can't tell. "This is what having a wife at home feels like. All we're missing is a little one".

That manages to make you smile slightly, your shaky hands relaxing at the friendly tone. You reach out to mix the pots, turning to look at him.

"The only little one any of you will be seeing from me is my knee on your balls. Now, be useful and set the table" you grunt. Price raises his hands in surrender and pats Simon's shoulder so they can do as you asked.

It's not the first time they've come, anyway, so they don't have to ask you where you keep things. Johnny stays by the table, claiming he already poured the wine, but he ends up helping Simon and Price with the plates anyway.

Gaz leaves the table to stand right next to you, suddenly smacking the hand on your mouth firmly.

"Stop that shit" he whispers angrily. He's quiet, even gentle with it, so rest don't hear.

"Sorry. I'm... feeling weird" you mumble, forcing yourself to stop.

"Go sit. I've got this" he hums, nudging you with his shoulder until you let go.

You make sure to sit by the isle, just because that ridiculous anxious feeling isn't getting any smaller. If anything, you can jump and cover yourself with the isle, so this place is fine.

As Gaz serves for everyone and they start sitting down again, you nearly jump off the chair when you realize Simon's sitting next to you, instead of where he was sitting on the opposite side of the table.

"Hey, that's my chair. Go sit over there".

You look up to see Simon glare at Gaz, the two of them staring each other down, a silent conversation between the two of them. In the end, Simon simply let's go of the chair and sits away from you again. It helps you relax, but you keep quiet, reaching out to grab your glass of wine.

"Really, though. If you had a kid running around..." Price starts again, his mouth filled with food.

"Back off" Johnny complains, nudging Price still. Price rolls his eyes, waving a dismissive hand. "What a prick".

Simon, however, can't look away from you, paying attention to all of your movements, the way you lean on Gaz, the way you barely seem to be listening.

"If she's marrying anyone here, that's me" Gaz says, suddenly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Y'all stand no chance".

It makes you relax, but only a moment, feeling suffocated by their eyes on you, especially with the way Simon's gripping his fork. You hit Gaz on the ribs with your elbow, only to make him let go. He grins, his eyes gentle. You know he doesn't mean it like that, but it's making you uncomfortable again.

"Oi, watch your—" Simon starts, his eye twitching.

"Not playing house by choice, I've been forced to. I'm pretty sure we don't wanna talk about it, so eat up and shut the fuck up" you snap, your tone just shy from screaming at them.

That makes Price's teasing smile die, nodding solemnly, and finally shutting up. You refuse to look at the way Simon and Johnny's faces drop, both of them staring at their plates, suddenly feeling no appetite.

It's an awkward meal, everybody afraid to make a single noise. You can hear the way Simon's munching on the vegetables, you can hear Price's breathing slowing down just the way he does when he's on a mission, and Johnny... he's only mixing his food together, stabbing an innocent carrot.

After a while, when nobody's chewing and nobody even dares breathing, Gaz breaks the silence.

"So..."

The rest turn to him.

Gaz grins.

A movie.

The sun is still high up, but Garrick suggested to watch a movie, and you said yes. In a heartbeat. Really, Simon shouldn't complain if he gets to see you for a little longer. Whatever that means, anyway, because you don't want him near you at all. Fuck, you didn't even let him sit next to you.

All these months, he thought he'd been helping you, he thought therapy was going well, because during the constant videocalls you've been cheerful, your old self. You smiled at him, you laughed. He had made you laugh at his fucked up jokes again.

But this?

Johnny went with Price to buy crisps, soda, more drinks, and sour candies for you. Those two bastards really couldn't handle a single comment and bolted immediately. Pair of cowards. Simon wasn't stupid, he had seen the way Johnny nearly burst into tears, the way Price's jaw clenched, felt his own heart break inside his chest, but he has to sit here and take it. Because he wasn't a coward.

And this?

You're leaning on Garrick. Heavily.

Simon eyes the way Garrick interlocks your hands together, checking on your fingernails. His eye twitches as he hears you talk, both of you fully focused on each other, as if he wasn't there. It's not that that's a new concept for him, he often only talked so much.

But this?

His heart pounds in his chest when Garrick grips your jaw with a hand, kissing your cheek loudly after you pout at him.

It makes you smile.

That's it, he thinks. I'm getting up and I'm beating him up. Who the fuck does he think he is? Stealing my girlfriend right in front of me.

In the end, he only shifts, his face betraying nothing, looking down at his beer, hoping the other cowards arrive soon so he doesn't have to see the way he keeps losing you.

Losing you, all over again. Over a fucked up mistake, for following an order. And the worst part is that he genuinely gets it. Garrick is the only one who didn't hurt you, of course you're okay with his touch and not the rest.

Fucking hell. He wants to stab himself in the gut to end his misery.

But no.

He did that.

There's no changing it.

Simon looks up at the two of you.

His anger dissipates when he hears your soft laugh, Garrick's hand on the back of your neck, keeping you steady as he pokes your side, clearly sharing a silly moment. Simon grimaces and turns away again, sipping his beer.

It takes Price and Johnny half an hour to come back, and Simon couldn't be happier to see them.

With the snacks covering the coffee table and their laps, Simon genuinely tries to ignore the fact that you're still pressed against Garrick's side, happily munching on your sour candy. Johnny's sitting on the floor right between his legs, occasionally feeding him orange gummy bears or crisps. Price, between Garrick and himself, is staring at the movie, seemingly content with sipping on his beer, and stealing some of Simon's gummy bears.

Every time he hears your low laugh, Garrick's hands on you, Simon wants to die. He grips Johnny's shoulder, his nails digging slightly into his skin, trying his best to pay attention to the movie, but he isn't able to understand what it is about. He doesn't know what's happened in front of him for the past hour. He knows how many times Garrick's lips were pressed to your cheek. He knows how many times you laughed with Garrick. He knows how many times you've shifted, closer and closer to Garrick.

He can't do anything but dwell on his own regret, on his anger. His pain.

He doesn't blame you, he doesn't blame Garrick. Hell, he doesn't even blame Price, or Johnny, or anybody else. Just himself.

He could've done this so much better, but there's not much he can do. He needs to be alone with you so he can talk properly, apologize again, but every time he looks at you, even without the mask, you flinch. It doesn't matter how hard you try to hide it, he can see it.

Johnny gets up, snapping him out of his thoughts. He sees him take the empty plate, walking towards the kitchen.

Not even a minute later, Johnny's cursing and there's a shattering sound echoing on the house. Simon stands up, moving to go check on Johnny, but he freezes when you stand up abruptly, your face in complete shock as you walk away, your arm bumping onto the walls as you rush away.

He's torn for a whole second too long, thinking if he should follow you or check on Johnny first, and that's enough for Garrick to beat him to it. Simon can only stare at Garrick follows after you, sprinting.

After a moment of hesitation, he walks over to Johnny. Simon finds him picking up the shattered plate, grimacing when he sees someone walking in.

"Ah, it's you. I tripped" Johnny grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You hurt yourself".

"Just a tiny cut, 's nothing. Where did she go?" Johnny questions, bringing his thumb to his mouth, sucking a little on the blood.

"I don't know. Practically bolted when you dropped the plate".

Johnny stares at him, blinking. "And what are you doing here? I must've scared her" he sighs, standing up. "Where to?"

"Garrick already went after her".

"So?"

"They're getting along. A lot".

Johnny blinks again.

Smack.

"What the fuck? What was that for now?" Simon growls out, rubbing his head. Johnny shakes his head, still expecting an answer. Simon sighs. "Over there. Come on".

Simon guides Johnny, their feet barely making any noise, used to being quiet and, also, because they don't want to spook you any longer. He finally spots you, the door of the guest bedroom ajar.

He freezes.

Johnny's hand grips his arm, his whispered curse falling on deaf ears.

Simon stands there in complete silence, his blood, and stomach, and his heart and his brain falling to his feet as he can only stare.

Your cheeks are wet with tears but it's barely visible because Garrick's hands are covering them, his lips on yours.

It looks peaceful.

And Simon wants to die all over again.

Johnny quietly shuffles away, but Simon can't look away. Not now.

Garrick pulls away and kisses your cheek, then your forehead, then grips your nose, making you huff, a small smile on your lips. He's grinning, rolling his eyes, as if that kiss didn't just happen.

Simon isn't breathing. He's not even sure he's here anymore. Perhaps he did die, and this is his personal hell.

Must be.

chingue a su madre emilia pérez y todos los involucrados. I was pissed writing this and I wanted chaos.

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screamlet · 2 months ago

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♞: Caring for each other while ill

thank you for the prompt! have another 1.2k of fluff, this time set during the summer between s7/s8 when bucktommy was new and anything we wanted it to be, lol. from the nonsexual acts of intimacy prompt list

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On a really good, horny day, Buck might be strong enough to haul Tommy off his living room floor and drop him on the couch. That's not one of those days, though: Buck is sick, Tommy is sick, and they might be better off dying together in each other's arms on the floor of the loft.

"I should just go home."

"Tommy, you fainted when you tried to put on a sock."

They're lying side-by-side on the floor of the loft; Tommy did try to put on a sock and faint, but Buck caught him before he shattered his skull on the floor. Once he had saved Tommy's life, he felt vertigo kick in and slowly lowered himself to the floor, too, where he and Tommy could lie together for the last 10-15 minutes of their lives.

"I don't need socks to drive," Tommy answers.

Buck laughs quietly. "Don't make me laugh, everything hurts."

"It's too early for flu season, it's the fucking Fourth of July."

"Eighth."

"It's the fucking Eighth of July."

"You know, the Declaration of Independence was signed on July 4th, but on July 8th at 12 PM, it was read aloud in public for the first time."

"So… Happy Public Declaration of the Declaration of Independence Day?"

"It's a little wordy."

"Just a little."

"And it doesn't need to be flu season for my niece to get us sick." Buck turns his head and pouts. "I'm sorry you're sick. I'm sorry I'm sick, too, but I'm more sorry you're sick."

"Don't apologize. People get sick sometimes. This'll probably be the last time I'm sick, though, since I'm gonna die from this, whatever it is."

"No you're not." Suddenly Buck's eyes widen as he flails at Tommy. "Are you? You don't have like a compromised immune system or anything? Are you actually dying? Tommy, we're first responders, why haven't we called 9-1-1?"

Tommy's eyes close for a beat. "I'm not dying, I'm just a very melodramatic 39-year-old man who doesn't want to be sick in front of this guy he really likes."

"Oh," Buck says.

Tommy turns his head to look at Buck. "I'm sorry. I was saving that for my deathbed confession, but that could be now. You can't cringe at a guy's deathbed confession, Evan. It's the law."

Buck doesn't—he doesn't know how to—how he can talk to Tommy. He doesn't know how to keep up with him when he's so—he's funny and flirty and sexy and sometimes he seems so serious that everything in Buck's soul quakes in a way he doesn't understand because he's never felt it before. There's a hundred, a thousand things Buck wants to say to him: he wants to flirt back, he wants to be funny, he wants to say something that will get Tommy to smile in this way he has, when the grin breaks across his face like a sunrise Buck stayed up all night waiting to see. He's so—he's so much, and Buck wants so much.

Buck softly replies, "Okay, I won't."

Tommy's eyes soften, too, like Buck had done or said any of the things that might make Tommy fall in love with him. He hadn't, though. Maybe Tommy just likes him.

"Is it more embarrassing to DoorDash Gatorade and more cold medicine, or to text Eddie and make him our DoorDash guy?" Buck asks.

Tommy's eyes crinkle a little. "Do you think either of those entities have the capacity for shame?"

"No, it's me, I'm ashamed. Which is more embarrassing?"

"Well how about this." Tommy closes his eyes and sighs as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone like it's made out of lead. "You keep your shame and I will get a whole pharmacy delivered to your door, and no one will ever know that you have a cold, too."

"Now it just sounds silly. It's fine, I'll do it."

Tommy swings a hand to Buck and holds it out. Buck rolls his eyes and takes it, links their fingers together. "Let me treat you to some electrolytes and cold medicine before we spend our 48 off on this floor, choking on our own phlegm."

"Yeah, not even each other's," Buck says. "I bet your phlegm tastes great."

It slips out of Buck's mouth and makes Tommy stutter and laugh with his whole achy body. Buck's so embarrassed and so proud and so embarrassed, but how can he want to wither and die when Tommy's looking at him so—

The way Buck looks at him? This warm look like—like he can't look away from Buck, the way Buck can't look away from him.

"I can't believe you've been depriving the queer community of hits like that all these years," Tommy replies, still grinning at him. Buck squeezes his hand and hopes this lightheaded feeling is just—it's that he likes his boyfriend, not that worms are eating his brain or anything.

"Hey, uh." Tommy's hand has loosened around Buck's. Buck wants him back, but maybe he's letting go for a good reason. Or a bad one. Buck doesn't care, he wants it back. "So I'm gonna build this delivery order to end all orders, and then maybe…"

"Maybe…"

Tommy turns his head, but he looks less confident than he did 90 seconds ago. "I know we had really amazing plans for this 48 off, so many things we were going to do to each other's bodies that didn't involve cold compresses and acetaminophen. But now that's all been crushed… would it be so bad if we… like if we still, I don't know, spent them together?"

Buck stares at him, long enough that Tommy looks away and shakes his head. "Never mind, I was—"

"Tommy, you fainted trying to put on a sock," Buck interrupts. "You're not leaving here until I say you can."

"I mean, that sounds very hot and in charge of you, but this was supposed to be a fun little weekend. You didn't sign up for—"

"Yes I did," Buck says. "You're gonna stay here until we're strong enough to fuck each other's brains out again. Upstairs. On the bed." Buck links his fingers with Tommy's again and squeezes (clutches) his hand. "It might take a while. We might even need to take a sick day."

There's something around Tommy's eyes that Buck wants to rub away. Tommy, his fun Tommy, the one who's been funny enough to keep him on the floor for this long, is slowly coming back, but Buck wants—he wants. He wants to be the one to say or do the thing that gets Tommy to stop thinking dumb things like is he gonna kick me out of his house when I'm sick. Just like Tommy makes him laugh and think, Buck wants to be the one to—

He just really wants to be something, mean something, to him.

"If you mean it." Tommy lets out a long-suffering sigh. "If you'll have me, Evan Buckley, I would really like to take a sick day with you."

Buck nods with more confidence than he actually has. "Good. Cause you're gonna. Add some popsicles on there, too."

"Oh, good idea, you're very smart."

Tommy flashes him a grin that makes Buck an even weaker puddle on the floor. Good thing he doesn't have to get up yet so he can lie here, watching Tommy order them Gatorade and popsicles and cold medicine, and try not to fall in love with him.

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littlelovelunette · 5 months ago

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professor!sevika and teachers pet reader and your graded starts to slip so she takes reader over her knee and makes her read out the answers all while she adds a finger in or with like those wooden rulers that teachers have give the reader a swat

Improving Percentages

Professor!Sevika x Teacher's Pet!Reader

Contains smut, spanking, fingering

This one's a little funny because I have a muscular business teacher and I'm the topper in the class too…

Sevika is your business studies professor, always dressed in tight suits that make her muscles bulge through the fabric.

She gave the best explanations and lectures, not to mention, she never made you feel belittled for having a silly little question.

Her classes were always full though, and you needed to always be early to get a proper seat at her very front which earned you the title ‘Teacher’s Pet’.

Not that you really minded it but it made making friends become a tad bit harder.

Sevika had taken a test on ‘Organisational Structure’ and you were sure you had done well.

You were so confident and your answers seemed fitting with the questions too, no doubts.

When she handed your paper to you, she sighed and your world just about fell apart.

“You didn't do well this time, y'know why? I keep telling you to add information about the stem question in your answer and constantly hold the comparisons up so the examiner has an idea of what they're looking at,” Sevika scolded, crossing her arms, “The first time you made this mistake, I had told you never to let it repeat. But you did.”

“I'm sorry…” you could only mumble under your breath.

For a second, she didn't say anything before adding, “I'm putting you up for extra class.”

“Extra class—” you began but then she cut you out.

“I know you're busy Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. I'm setting you up for Mondays and Wednesdays. You're free then, no?” Sevika asked, shocking you with the knowledge she had of your routine.

“M-Mhm, I'm free then,” you said in a small voice earning a nod of acknowledgement from her.

The next day, it was a Wednesday so you had the extra class with Sevika, sighing to yourself, you walk to the classroom.

You're a bit shocked because you saw the chairs were pulled back, leaving only Sevika's chair out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you walked in despite a little hesitantly.

“Come here,” Sevika gestured to make you come closer to herself. Suddenly, she grabbed your wrist pulling you over her lap with ease.

You gasped at the suddenness of her actions, “M-ma’am…” you managed a little croak. Sevika pulled your skirt up and tutted. “Tsk, doll, so wet. How do you expect to study like this?”

She pulled your soaked panties down, she sent a harsh slap on your ass making you whimper.

“When I ask you a question, doll, you'll answer it.”

“Yes ma'am, I'm sorry,” you whimpered into her lap, pussy clenching over nothing.

Sevika gave you the answer sheet from the exam that you failed at, “Read it,” she said, pulling your panties down and shoving two fingers inside your pussy making you yelp a little.

“Ma'am, please…” you whimpered but realised you had no way out.

She started moving her fingers in and out of your hole as you bit down on your bottom lip, letting out a shuddering breath before starting to read.

“For the business mentioned in the stem, the best organisational structure wo-would be a narrow chain of command due to the fewer number of workers placed under respective ma-mana-manager,” you took a deep inhale, her fingers were drilling into you lazily and other hand holding you in place firmly.

“H-h-however, a n-narrow span of command increases the number of manag-managers— ah…” you let out a little squeak as you felt your clit being pinched.

Sevika tsked, pulling her fingers out and grabbing something off the desk. You didn't have much time to register what she grabbed when the harsh swat came down on your ass.

“Ma'am, please, I'm sorry,” you sobbed but she continued hitting your ass with the hard wooden ruler, “Please I'll be better— Ah! P-Please!

Sevika finally stopped dropping the wooden ruler, “Bunny, I don't wish to do this to you,” her big hands cupped your reddened butt cheeks, “But you give me no choice.”

“Please, ma'am, I'll be better I promise,” you whispered and whined.

Sevika shook her head, gesturing you to read as she plunged her fingers in your hole again, “Oh my gosh, ah… um— Wider chain of commands indicate m-more workers u-un-under a single manager which can affect their performance,” your breath hitched as you felt her add a second finger and you lost the sentence you left off at.

“Ma-Ma’am,” you began but Sevika understood, grabbing the ruler off the ground and spanking your ass with it again, creating red lines over your soft skin, you whimpered and sobbed as she continued hitting your ass with it.

“P-Please, please I'll be good, ma'am it hurts, my butt hurts,” you cried and Sevika sighed, shaking her head as she put the ruler away.

Sevika picked you up, letting you sit on her lap. You winced at the feeling of your swollen ass against her rough pants,

“You'll be better?” Sevika asked, squeezing your ass cheeks.

“Yes ma'am, I'll be better,” you said and she finally gave you a little smile, bringing you close, locking your lips in a gentle kiss.

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urprettylildoe · 6 months ago

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Drabble about pregnancy life with Jeremy?

Or like tidbits about life with children with him?

Girl I luv how you write Jeremy. Call me mental, but there’s just something that tickles my brain just right when a man is a ✨benevolent sexist piece of shit✨ Get me a man who enjoys taking care of me, and thanks me for staying inside the house 😩

I KNOW RIGHT!!! It's so satisfying, like when they're so condescending about it too and forcing you to the old-fashioned lifestyle. (Let's be mental together).

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉

Yandere!farmer x pregnant!reader

♡︎

Now that Jeremy had you in his grasp, his life was nearly complete.

Nearly.

He longed for mini-sized, chubby versions of you and him, running around the house. Imagining the sight of your swollen belly was enough to make him buzzing with excitement. Not to mention there isn't a problem good old pregnancy can't fix, like accustoming to your new life.

Perhaps then you'd accept the new reality now that you'd be chasing babies in diapers instead of silly, dangeroue dreams?

The only catch is — it'd be a funny little surprise. You didn't need to waste your sweet voice whining about how you really didn't want this.

Poor darling. Who convinced you that you knew your own good?

So, Jeremy got to work.

♡

Dim light illuminated the room as Jeremy flickered on the light as soon as your pitter-patter steps pounded against the wooden floor.

"Baby?" He drawled, rubbing his eyes before they went wide at the sound of gagging from the bathroom.

A wide, sinister grew on his lips as he walked over and reached you, tutting with faux concern as he held back your hair and rubbed your back.

Sniffling, you peered up at those puppy hazel eyes that could do no wrong. He cooed, rubbing a stray tear before hauling you up from under your arms and planting you onto the counter.

Large hands placed themselves onto your thighs, rubbing up and down soothingly. "Oh, my darlin'. You've been so tired these days from all sickness."

"Don't know why," you murmured, eyes droopy from exhaustion and making his heart flutter even more.

Oh, how he played the perfect role of a worried man for his girl and how she suddenly got thrown under the weather. It was so sudden and unexpected.

Jeremy purred contently, "this has been going on for so long. It can't just be a little cold, right?" His fingers reached up to rub her cheeks, "...right?"

Slowly nodding, you watched him rummage through the cabinet before pulling out a box. A...pregnancy test?

Amidst your daze, he explained that it was just to make sure eveeything's okay and that nothing was wrong. You were too dizzy and sleepy to question why such an object was conveniently there at the right time. You just slurred, "But i'm not pregnant."

He concurred patronisingly, his tone contradicting, "Of course you aren't."

Soon, he left to give you some privacy or maybe just time to deal with the sickening truth that was about to crash down on you.

A sigh escapes your lips. Maybe after this, you would find nothing and go back to bed to sleep till he woke you up for the dreaded chores. Lazily, you lifted up the little bar and not expecting much.

Two lines.

Your eyes went wide, shaking off any sign of previous drowsiness. Shaky, clammy fingers clenched around the object.

Two lines.

From where Jeremy leaned against the door outside, he could only hear silence.

That was before the big scream came.

In an instant, he was inside the bathroom, kneeling from where you sat on the floor, cupping your teary cheeks and shushing you.

Uncontrollable wails left your quivering lips. It wasn't on your checklist to move from the lively capital to a farm, let alone have a baby.

After all, you were a party animal back there. Every day, you were out and about, living life to the fullest so recklessly like any girl who was living in her prime.

And now you were pregnant? Things weren't on your side.

"I don't understand! I'm," hic "always careful and taking the pill."

Silly little you didn't need to know those weren't what you thought they were.

He shushed softly, "Oh, baby, it was bound to happen anyway. Besides, ya want this, I want this. Our baby will be beautiful."

"No, I don't want this!" You whined, cheeks and lips red with tears.

"Of course you do, honey," he smiled, kissing your forehead as if what you voiced was completely inaccurate. "Ya wanna be a mommy to our kid, and you will be so, so great." Your head nestler against his chest, you were still blubbering nonsense but it was blocked out for now.

♡

Like a switch, everything changed.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, you weren't allowed to lift a finger. Craving something unusual? Jeremy's already in the kitchen after abandoning the poor labour he was doing outside.

Want to take a walk? Oh, love, why do that when your strong man could do carry you like a princess.

Want to design the nursery? It's all yours. He's practically basking in the scent of all those baby products.

Despite your protests, he didn't back down from the matter of your diet. You needed all the nutrients you could get, even if you did complain that you would get chubby. You're so adorable — he loves you in all forms, but some food would really help you and the baby.

His eyes glowed with happiness when he ogled at your swollen bump from under your sundress. A sign of your love, your bond together. Motherhood was a good look on you.

Running his hands up your body, he pressed insistent kisses all over your skin, feeling the fluttering kicks.

Jeremy held up your stomach between his feather-light touches, almost as if it were a jewel, which it was.

"Daddy loves you and mommy so much," he spoke to his child, "there isn't anything I won't do for ya both. Just don't move around too much, precious. Mama is tired and she's gotta sleep."

You assumed you had the upper hand, but when you'd cry because of your stupid hormones, he would just make you feel so safe and tingly, msking you bury your face in his warmth.

Darlin', you ain't getting your way outta this anytime soon.

♡

After birthing a precious and healthy little girl, Jer is quite literally over the moon.

The sight of you fussing over your daughter makes him smirk triumphantly, he won the little battle of getting you to adapt to your new life.

"I'm so proud of ya, my lovely."

He kisses your forehead, gazing into your tired eyes post-labour.

"You've given me such a great gift. I love you baby."

The babygirl would have curls just like her papa and big eyes full of curiosity for the surroundings that's so similar to yours. He fell in love all over again.

He's spoil her rotten for the rest of her life and get her anyrhing she wanted with a bat of an eye, all while praising you and cuddling with you loads. After all, he obviously wouldn't forget about his favourite.

But don't you worry.

Another will be on the way soon with the months passing.

Did he mention he wanted, no, needed a big family? It's his dream. Even if you pouted a little at the thought, it's no biggie. He didn't take your advice previously and now's he's got a lovely bundle of joy nestling in her crib. Might take your word for it. He won't.

A son with messy hair and the cutest smile wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Oh, just the sight of you cooking in the kitchen, eager little toddlers babbling at your feet while Jeremy hugged and doted on you was so right. So perfect. So his. So away from everything filthy.

The farm was never so vibrant as he played with his children.

Even if you were caught longing at reminders of your old life, he'd remind you that "being away from all these useless things was best for your happy little family."

Long forgotten were the days of partying. After all, a girl like you was so lost till he led you.

It all did work out in the end, with you being his domestic spouse and the mother of his children.

Just like how it was supposed to be.

♡

-I had so much fun playing around with the concept. It was so cuteeeee.

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎

@yourprettylildoe

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tusk-rumours · 5 months ago

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walking funny ‧͙⁺* (part 1) — sam winchester x reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: sam helps you when you're a little incapacitated after last night.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! a shortish bit of smut (p in v, overstimulation, bondage, tears), mentions of oral (fem!receiving). the whole thing is a mention of sex basically. but mainly aftercare & fluff.

idk what to label this bc it is gn but there's a very brief bit of the reader being referred to as a lady/woman. so it's just x reader

a/n: i hope this is accurate because. can't say i've had this happen to me. ahaha. yeah. enjoy! this was also not meant to be this long lmao

acknowledgement to my saint @mxilkyways for the assistance. love u sexy, thanks for discussing sex positions with me lmao

read part two here!

It was safe to say that Sam had fucked you silly last night. Over, and over, and over again. He's had this effect on you numerous times now, after you get rough with each other for hours. Or when only he'd get rough and dominate you, tying you up and pushing you through the mattress like he did last night. But the feeling of embarrassment of being incapacitated from how hard Sam fucked you never eased.

You lay on your back, waking up way earlier than you intended. 7:32AM. Of course. You turn your head to look at Sam right next to you. He's sleeping peacefully, his face completely relaxed, his hair a little messy against his forehead and the pillow. You'd lift your hands and fix it up if you didn't want to risk waking him. He's such a light sleeper. He's on his side and pressed so close to you that his warm breath ruffles your hair a little, and you wonder how you're gonna successfully untangle yourself from his heavy limbs that are slung over you so firmly.

You manage the task with only a couple hums and unconscious movements from Sam, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, holding back a hiss at the pain. You stood up on shaky legs, almost doubling over if not for the wall right by the bed.

God. He really did a number on you.

It started to hit you full force as you stood, putting your weight on your jelly legs. Your legs and back ached, continuous dull pains throbbing underneath your skin. The worst of it was the uncomfortable pain between your legs, the pain there spiking with every time you agitated the area with a hobble towards the bathroom. You felt borderline bruised. Hell, you were.

You let out a sigh of relief once you make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sinking to the floor, back against the door. You closed your eyes for a moment, before finally getting a good look at yourself.

Sam left harsh red marks from where he gripped you, from the plush of your thighs to your wrists. What he did to you last night was painted all over you, the meaning behind his art so clear it took no intellect to decipher it.

A crowd of hickeys covered your ribs, the softness of your stomach, down to the bones of your hips. Sam had an obsession with taking his time paying attention to every inch of your skin from your forehead downwards when he ate you out, drawing out the process as long as possible.

He mottled the soft and sensitive skin of your inner thighs with dark hickeys too, each mark a reminder of how you writhed and whined more with each nip and suck, of how the arousal you felt that was so close to his mouth getting more unbearable until he did it. Pressing his sweet lips and tongue against you so perfectly in all the ways he knew had you squirming, both of you just so unbelievably wet with your arousal.

You brush your fingertips over them now, your breath hitching a little at the sight. When you fumble for the hand mirror on the counter by the sink you're not prepared for the state of your chest and neck. They're so dark, and there's so many, and there's no fucking way you can cover these up.

"Fuck.." You whisper, wincing as you prod at the marks with your hand.

You didn't even want to attempt any whisk or concealer remedies, because nothing could quick-fix this kind of damage. You huffed, tipping your head back on the door. You would've gotten up if your legs felt capable, but of course, they didn't. So you sat, the bathroom air cold against your bare body. As much as you would've loved it, you knew you couldn't just flop onto the bathroom tile, and wait for Sam to try and open the door, only to be stopped by your body sprawled out like a doorstop.

It takes you an honestly embarrassingly long time to stand. You've gotten back up on your feet quicker on a hunt than this. You decide to blame it on the sleepiness, because yeah, that's exactly what it is.

When you step back into the bedroom, you let out a little disbelieving huff, pausing in the doorway for a moment. Sam hasn't moved.

Jesus, how the hell is he sleeping so well?

He always gets the best sleep after sex, no matter what kind it is. But you? You love when it's rough, truly. But you never get much sleep afterwards. At least when he fucks you gentle you're in for the best sleep of your life after.

Grumbling under your breath, you hobble to the dresser, pains shooting through you. You had a long day ahead of you, you knew that. You manage to dress yourself in one of Sam's flannels and some loose shorts, only almost tripping over once. You consider getting back in bed with Sam, who's still fast asleep (the lucky bastard), with his hands clutching your pillow. But the uncomfortable grumble of your stomach says otherwise. You know you'll start feeling sick soon if you don't eat.

Praying no one else is up yet, you creep out of the bedroom, shutting the door silently on your sleeping Sam. You knew you wouldn't be able to get by without at least someone noticing your discomfort, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You were cringing at just the thought of Dean's reaction to what his brother did to you. You really didn't need him seeing that. So far the coast was clear as you moved through the halls. Even alone, it felt ridiculous to hobble. So you tried walking normally.

You just hoped your funny normal walk didn’t look as stupid as it felt.

You walked (or limped) into the kitchen, trying your hardest to walk normally, which probably made you look even more ridiculous. No one was here, thank god.

You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal, waddling like an idiot to the table, sitting down gingerly, a hiss slipping between your teeth as you do so. You focus on your breakfast, grimacing a little.

Why the hell did you make this? You've been getting so sick of cereal recently. The flakes are already soggy now as you move them around the bowl with the spoon. You groan, grimacing more once you take a spoonful. Eventually you just abandon it, half-eaten, sliding it away from you.

This wooden chair is doing absolutely no favours for your aching body, the splats on the backrest digging into your spine, the seat offering no support to your sore ass. You shift your legs uncomfortably, hissing a little at the intolerable pain between them, before you practically jump into the air in your seat when you suddenly see Sams massive body in your peripheral.

He stands in the doorway, his boxers he must've just slipped on sitting on his hips, his hair messy, smiling at your jump, and fuck, he always looks so good like this.

"There you are. You weren't in bed this morning." He says, far too cheerfully for your liking as you watch him come over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then squishing it up to his.

"Cereal. Why'd you make that? You've been complaining about the sogginess for like a week now." He says softly, his eyes on the bowl sitting in the middle of the table.

You don't even have an answer to that, just pouting a little.

"I'll make you an actually decent breakfast in a bit, hm? How's that sound?"

"Good" You murmur, a little smile on your lips now.

After a moment of his comfortable embrace, he pulls away, taking you in. He can see the marks on your skin you couldn't hide, the slouchiness in your posture and the tiredness in your eyes.

In this moment, you hated him. You looked a mess. You were bruised and hobbling, set to be uncomfortable for the next couple days. But Sam, he looked fine. Not a single hickey or red mark on his skin. He could do a whole dance routine for you with how able his body is if he wasn't so terrible at it.

And worst of all, he liked it. That smirk of his told you that. And you wanted to slap it right off his pretty face.

But you knew you'd just look like an idiot trying to fight him in your state. So, you go for the next best thing. His comfort. You stand on shaky legs, using the arms of the chair to help you, then immediately turn into his chest. A small coo escapes Sam's lips as one of his hands moves to your hair, scratching your head slowly.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks gently. He knows full well what's wrong with you. He knows, but you're still embarrassed to say it. You're always embarrassed to say it.

"I'm just a little— sore, from last night.." You mumble, dipping your head down, your eyes now very interested in the patterns of the tile floor.

"Oh, baby.." He responds, moving closer, his massive hands coming up to rest on your shoulders for a moment, before one catches your chin, lifting your head.

"Honey, why didn't you say? I always wanna know when I've hurt my baby." He says gently, his eyes as soft as his voice.

"It's a little embarrassing waddling around like a damn penguin because you fucked me good. And a little pathetic."

"Honey," He cracks a smile now with a soft chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“You don’t—… look like a penguin.” He says, trying his hardest to suppress the quirks at the corners of his lips, however, the mirth in his eyes gives away his amusement anyway.

“Well I look like an old woman then.”

“Baby, you don’t—" He shuts up and purses his lips when he sees your face, stubborn as ever.

"Fine. You're an old lady penguin. Is there anything I can do for this geriatric penguin to ease the pain? You know I'm all for animal welfare."

You scoff, looking at his amused grin in disbelief, the lines in your forehead deep with your scowl.

"You're ridiculous."

"You're the one claiming to be a penguin. Now, tell me. What can I do?" He says, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes as he steps closer, taking your hand gently in his.

You soften, your face relaxing as you lean into him a bit. You think for a moment as you study your intertwined hands, rolling your wrists around a little.

You've always loved his massages.

"A massage? And not having to move would be nice."

He smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

"You got it."

You turn around, heading for your bedroom, before realising you're about to show Sam how stupidly you've been walking, no matter how much you try to hide it.

Like he's read your mind, you hear his laughter from behind you. Then he's scooping you up into his arms bridal style, holding you to his chest firmly. Despite the embarrassment of him having to carry you and the grumble that leaves your lips, you settle snugly into him, feeling his smile on your forehead.

Instead of your bedroom, he kicks open the bathroom door just a little down the hall from it, making sure you don't hit the wall or the door as he steps in. He kicks the door shut, surveying for a place to put you down, before he just sets you back on your feet.

His hands grab the hem of your shirt, his brows raised in question. Once you nod he pulls it off you, his eyes widening.

"Fuck." He says simply, his eyes glued to the barrage of hickeys and marks all over you.

"Yeah." You reply knowingly, watching his expression.

"Shit baby, I know I was rough as hell but jesus, this is worse than I thought it'd be." He sounds genuinely apologetic as his fingertips brush along your skin.

"Yeah. I don't know if you fucked me or beat me up last night." You tease, starting to get a bit of your confidence in the situation back. This happens every time. You cant quite wrap your head around why you always get so shy in the beginning.

He laughs, his cheeks burning a bit, his thumbs rubbing your waist, along the red marks there.

"I think I know exactly what I did to you. And it definitely wasn't beating you up, baby." His mouth harbors a smirk, but his voice is as soft as ever. His fingertips are gentle as they brush against your hips, like a reminder that those hands of his would never lay harm on you, no matter how much they have done.

Because you didn't bother with a bra that morning, his hands slide down from your waist to your hips where the band of your shorts are, hooking his thumbs in and pulling them down gently. You step out of them once they're at your ankles, and when you look up at Sam you almost bust out laughing at his expression.

His eyes are close to bulging out of his head as they focus on your thighs, his mouth open dumbly. Yeah, he's marked you up plenty of times before, but its not often it's this much.

"Sam?" A blink.

"Sam!" You try again, a little firmer.

This time he blinks away his stare, moving to your face again.

"I— i'm sorry baby, I just— god"

"You did spend a lot of time down there."

That gets him smirking.

"I did." He rests a hand on your hip again, watching his thumb as he thinks.

"God, you must be so sore," He breathes, his brows furrowed.

You say nothing in response, because you can't really tell him 'no, not really' because in all honesty, you're really fucking sore. And you're not about to lie to him.

You're both quiet for a moment before he pulls away a little sullenly. He turns the tap for the bath on, waiting for it to get warm then puts the plug in. You watch his back, a frown pulling at your lips. You don't want him to be upset about last night and feel guilty for how it went. You don't regret a thing, and you don't want him to either.

"Sam," You murmur, coming up close behind him, rising on your toes, and resting your chin on his shoulder. He clears his throat a little, turning his head to face you slightly.

"Stop thinking," Is all you murmur, kissing his cheek softly. He sighs at the soft touch of your lips. "And don't you dare feel guilty. You've got a serious talent with your mouth, baby." You tease, trying to get him to smile. He does, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, making your smile wider.

"Okay." He whispers, turning to face you.

"I'll put that lavender stuff you like in there, yeah?" He asks, his thumbs brushing your waist. He's got that puppy dog look on his face as he dips his head to look at you better, and the way he's so soft has you responding with just a tiny nod.

You watch while he puts in all your favourite oils and soaps, the room smelling sweet and lovely, suds foaming up the water. He even lights a few of the candles you put beside the tub when you guys settled in, wanting to make this as relaxing for you as possible. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him, doing all this for you. It's all so goddamn sweet.

As the tub fills, you turn off the main light, casting the room in a warm glow from the candles. Even just the dimness of the room has you more relaxed already.

In small steps that don't agitate your body, you walk back over to where Sam's bent over the bath, testing the water. He'll put the temperature scorching hot just how you like it, even if he has to bite his lip to contain hisses. He'd prefer it warm, not like he's submerging himself in a vat of hot oil. But, if it's how you like it, then that's how it'll be.

He turns back to face you, hooking his thumbs into your panties with raised eyebrows. You nod, and he pulls them down, letting you hold onto his shoulder as you step out of them. The loss of the last piece of fabric reveals a few more love bites, completing the path they all led to your core.

"Are you coming in with me?" You murmur, your chin dipped low as you watch him move your clothes to the hamper.

He turns his head to you briefly with a quick smile. "'course," He's already hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He hesitates before pulling them down, his gaze softer when he looks at you again. "Do you want me to?" He's worried he's gotten ahead of himself.

"Of course I do," You reply earnestly. It's so Sam to ask that when you've been together for years.

He smiles, the tension in his body relaxing as his hands move back to his boxers. Although you're very familiar with watching him strip, the softness in your demeanour doesn't change. In other words, you were all fucked out. For a good while.

He hesitates again, his boxers still on, God, was he trying to tease you? It's not like you were needy or anything, no, but you always want to see him.

"Alright, sweetheart, c'mere. Let's get you in." With one hand encompassing yours and the other steady on your waist, he keeps you balanced as you step in.

"Careful, baby," He murmurs as he helps you lower down into the hot water, internally scared out of his mind that you're gonna slip. Only once you're entirely settled does he finally pull off his boxers, stepping into the bath behind you. He settles his legs out so you're sitting between them, and lets out a sigh when he tugs you to his chest.

The water settles, reducing to soft noises as his fingers gently move up and down your forearm. He lets his eyes fall shut as he murmurs gently, his chin moving against your shoulder.

"You should've just stayed in bed, baby. Or if you wanted to get up you should've woken me."

You sigh. You knew something along these lines was coming.

"You barely sleep enough as it is. If I can get you to get at least five minutes more I will."

"Still. You know i'm here to help you. Whenever."

Silence falls between you, and you feel the tension in your muscles start to ease as you melt back against Sam's chest.

“Feel nice, baby? Water's good?"

You respond with a little hum, whispering; "Water's perfect,” with a teasing curl to your lips, digging at him just a little for his temperature preference.

He smiles back with an amused huff, burying his face into your shoulder blade as he starts pressing kisses to it, along each bruise, bite mark and hickey. He goes all the way up your neck, behind your ear. Your breathy sigh and the fluttering of your eyelashes don't go unnoticed by him.

He turns you gently in his arms so he has better access to your chest, pressing more gentle kisses to each mark on your neck and chest, his fingers tracing little hearts on the bruises he can't reach with his lips, like the ones on your stomach and hips.

His hands slide down to your thighs, rubbing along them, to the underside, and you can't help but think about the way that he—

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

—hooks his hands underneath your knees, hoisting your legs up so your calves rest on either one of his shoulders. You're both so hot, your bodies slick with sweat from so much exertion, and you were already tired enough from riding him for so long, but neither of you are done yet. He decided to grant you some mercy once you were slowing down, bouncing you himself 'till you both came, then letting you onto your back again.

His presence is heavy and lustful over you, his fingers pushing back the hair that sticks to your forehead as his hand dips down to angle his hardened cock. Both of you and the sheets are a mess of each other, your thighs and outside of your pussy slick from his saliva and when he came there.

"Sammy, I don't—" You whine, your hands squirming against the belt where they're tied in against the bedpost, wanting to grasp onto any part of him you can reach.

"Shh, c'mon, baby, I know. Just one more, yeah? I know you've got it." He coos, coaxing you over with a little tease of his tip to your clit, triggering your eyes to roll back.

"Sammy, I wanna— hold you, please," You beg, desperate whines leaving your lips.

"Oh, baby," He says condescendingly, a devilish smirk playing on his reddened lips.

"I think your hands are just fine there. Look good wrapped around my belt, yeah? Or would you prefer it between your teeth?"

His thumb comes up to your bottom lip as he speaks, pushing against your parted lips teasingly. He swipes a bit of spit there down your chin, and with a grin, he pushes his cock into your already abused hole, yet still giving you that delicious stretch nonetheless.

He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, a hand sliding up your arm and gripping the skin underneath the belt harshly as he thrusts in and out of you.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes from how relentless he's being, tucking your head to the side into your arm as the hot tears slide down your burning red cheeks. You sob, and Sam moves his other hand that dug into your knee to grip the side of your head.

"Aw, honey, can't take my cock anymore huh? Maybe I just gotta lower your dose," He teases. He knows if he was seriously hurting you or making you uncomfortable you'd tell him to stop, you both communicate and trust each other enough to know that.

His teasing words only make you moan even more, shaking your head rapidly.

"No, no! Sammy please—"

"My baby's so desperate, huh? I'll give you more, baby, c'mon,"

And then he's sliding his arm under your hips, lifting them at an angle and pounding into you deeper and so hard you cry harder, a mess of tears and sobs until you're shaking, your pussy fluttering hard as you feel him cu—

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"So, what're we thinking for breakfast? Chocolate chip pancakes?" You're quickly snapped out of your daze, your eyes blinking wider, uncrossing your legs that somehow moved during your daydream.

It takes you a minute to think about what he said. Chocolate chip pancakes. Right. He knows you love those. Especially the way he makes them. He puts so many choc chips in there, there's more chocolate than pancake.

"Did those special psychic powers of yours include reading minds?"

He laughs, his palm rubbing up and down your arm.

"No, I don't even have those anymore, silly. I just know how to read you, baby." He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your temple.

"I know," You smile, relishing in his touch.

He then sets on the task of scrubbing you down, rubbing into your muscles with your favourite soaps. His big hands are perfect, digging into all the right spots. But eventually, after sitting against each other in the tub for so long, the water begins to grow cold, and goosebumps begin to rise upon your flesh. Of course, Sam feels it too, and shifts slightly behind you.

"Alright, we should get out," He rubs up and down your arms a few more times as you nod.

He gets out of the bath first, standing up behind you. He stifles a laugh when the water drips off his body and falls onto yours, watching your shoulders hunch and a grumbly noise leave your lips.

"Sorry, baby" He smirks through his apology, his fingers lightly brushing your head as he steps out onto the bath mat.

He turns around, extending his hands to help you. Your limbs definitely aren't as stiff, but they're still wobbly when you move them after sitting for so long. You rise on shaky legs, putting your weight into Sam's hands as he leans close, making sure you don't fall.

Once you get your bearings, standing in the tub, he looks at you with a little smirk, and you know he's gonna say something stupid.

"Is it awful to tell you that you look like a newborn deer?"

You scowl.

"I'm never letting you fuck me again."

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #smut #sam winchester im in love with you #supernatural #spn #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader fluff #sam winchester x reader smut #fluff #spn fanfic #dividers by toastray

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moodymisty · 7 months ago

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Author's note: Funny Guilliman snippet. Guilliman/Fem!Reader implied, Tokophobia warning maybe, @lemon-russ enjoy

Guilliman often found himself preferring the feeling of writing on the rough surface of parchment than anything else, dipping his pen in fresh ink to finish his sentence. He nearly fumbles it, grumbling to himself. The pen he manages to catch, but his slight shifting causes him to wince and wait for noise.

Cradled in the elbow nook of his right arm his own child lets out a soft murmer, just barely disturbed but not enough to wake. They shift just slightly, wiggling in the warm blanket and continuing to suck on their thumb.

Guilliman could barely contain the sigh of relief.

This is the first time he has taken care of his child without you close by to help him; He isn't entirely confident he could soothe them if they woke up. The nervousness is, unfamiliar to him- though he can't help the fear of this new unknown.

But you desperately need the break, and Guilliman knows he can only cower in fear of his own child for so long. He can no longer use the excuse of their tiny size in comparison to his own hands to hide his broader fear of failure.

Shifting in their little blue blanket and resuming their nap, Guilliman resumes his work, but a feeling on the back of his neck causes his eyes to glance upward and to his left.

Decimius Felix is looking down at Guilliman's lap with an odd expression, brow furrowed as if... Confused. Guilliman turns his head to meet the astartes face on.

"It is a baby, Decimius. Are you familiar with the concept?"

The Tetrarch reels backwards as if hurt, his armor plates clicking against each other.

He then gets a bit irritated at his Primarch clearly poking fun at him, his nose wrinkling just a tad. His men are still quite shocked by his sense of humor, a trait Guilliman sometimes enjoys messing with.

"Yes, my primarch. It is just,"

Guilliman is well aware that his relationship with you had shocked his legion. They were unfamiliar with why he would even consider such a thing. His child had been an even greater surprise; Even months later, they are still confused. Many of his captains had vocalized their displeasure with him for bowing to baser things, though this displeasure he preferred over the Eclessiarcy's obsession over his believed holy child.

His chapter's standoffishness has started to fade a bit, but disapproval still lingers within all of his command, apart from Calgar.

He reminds himself to thank the Chapter Master for his personable attitude in spite of everything before Felix speaks up again.

"Will they just keep sleeping?"

Guilliman has to resist the urge to smile. It's such a painfully innocent question. One that he had thought as well, at one point.

"Until they're hungry, yes."

Guilliman can see the shift in Felix's lips, like he has another thing he wants to say, and Guilliman prays that he won't ask what happens then. He would rather throw himself out of the airlock and let the cold vacuum whisk him away into the grand unknown then explain to one of his men why he would need to get you for that process.

Thankfully however he doesn't say anything more, and simply hums, looking at the infant a moment longer. Not that there's much to see; They're swaddled up in the thick blanket to the shoulder, only a pudgy face with a thin wafting of light blonde hair is visible.

You had laughed hysterically the moment the hair started to grow in; They had gotten blessed with Guilliman's bright blonde hair, and around the same time their real eye color had come in; In which they'd inherited yours.

There, lets brush all the hair down just like that. Now you have silly little bangs just like your father- Right Robu?

He glances down at them again and smiles. He's never felt happier, prouder, than he is now. And to think it's because of something so simple.

He wonders if Tarasha and Konor felt the same, when they held him as a child.

"When will they need to eat?"

Guilliman has a gathering of his men scheduled for a bit from now, and he assumes Felix is prodding him due to wondering about a potential conflict of time.

"Soon."

Guilliman's hand drifts to the bottom of the page, eyes on the tip of his pen rather than the vaguely perturbed expression of his Tetrarch.

"...What do they e-"

Guilliman's hand suddenly jolts and the inked pen skids across the parchment, ruining his signature and making a rough scratching noise that surprises even himself. He doesn't need to look in Felix's direction to know he's a bit surprised.

"This conversation is over. Go ask that question to the serfs if you need an answer desperately."

#roboute guilliman x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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mimipolo · 6 months ago

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Can u write headcanons for the sakamoto days characters as the animes coming out on Saturday. For ur bestie friendie 😆😆

Sakamoto days x reader headcanons

Yes I will, happy birthday to you. You should be ecstatic rn.

Is the Sakamoto days fandom alive on here??? Hope so.

Shin

He's really obvious about the fact he like you, like reallyyy obvious

Puts extra effort into every little action he does so you think he's cool(he's really not),if you two met in the JCC he'd make sure his entire routine for group assassination missions is basically flawless.

Can't help being curious about what you thought and tunes into your thoughts and has to pretend his face isn't growing hotter by the second as he walks back in line, your inner thoughts of admiration replaying in his head.

Has at least one person(Mr Sakamoto) who he talks to endlessly about you, if he was still an assassin he'd have found it unbearable but now he sits blissfully with a ramen cup in hand as Shin talks away, when his mind wanders to young love and then eventually his wife, Shin snaps at him to pay attention.

Knows a lot about you (most without you knowing but sh), sometimes he just comes up to you and reminds you of something you're about to forget or a question too niche for him to ask and you're like "huh?" and he just blinks at you before going "huh-?"

Takes a deep breath and does that silly shake thing guys do when they're about to run when he's determined to talk to you, ends up folding anyway because he's geeked you asked to eat with him today.

Does the absolute most to keep you out of danger, at the JCC and at the shop, enemies seem to be popping up from anywhere now he and Sakamoto had dropped from the ranks and he didn't want you wrapped up in that.

Cannot flirt, he cannot and it's so embarassing, it's sweet when he tries though, the moment he sees you trying to hold your laugh he just gives up and holds his flushed face as you double over laughing. At least you said he was cute(internally.)

I can imagine you two in his or your room on a hot day, the windows wide open and the fan is blasting in your faces as you split twin popsicles, he thinks you look beautiful even as you sweat profusely and fan your face with your hand.

Nagumo

So annoying, to the point it's almost driving you mad, makes every excuse under the sun to come see you, be it day or night. People often ask how you deal with his unprecedented visits and you can only drag out a sigh and shrug.

Terrible gift giver but it's clear he tries, hands you a beaten up rubber duck and looks at you expectantly when you're not immediately ecstatic (cause what??). He'll explain like some expertise in the science of you that he saw you cooing and feeding ducks one day in the summer five years ago. You look down at the small colourful bird and decide it's actually quite cute, it can go in your random trinket box.

Naturally touchy guy, an arm around your shoulder is not a rare thing but one thing he does get nervous about is holding your hand. Yes he could hold you against his chest for ages as you read out something to him but the idea of holding your has his head in his hands as he squats on the floor.

Would love it if you liked his stupid jokes but would love it even more if you made it your goal to absolutely despite them. He finds the dynamic quite funny. Actively enjoys seeing the way your face crumples up when he cracks a joke at the absolute worst time, something dumb about grannies as the both of you are still panting and painted in blood in a care home of all places.

Not that jealous or possessive but will feel left out when he notices you're hanging out with someone a bit more than him. Will insert himself between you and this new person, mostly unaware he's acting on self preservation to keep himself in your sights.

Shishiba

He's so calm and collected all the time, the concept of him liking someone and that person possibly being you had never crossed your mind and it probably never will.

He likes to praise your work ethic a lot, "Looks good." , "You cleaned them up yourself?" You just nod back with a smile and he's convinced he made the boldest move in the books.

Would want to make absolute certain you like him before saying anything life threateningly risky. Pretty traditional with it, asks you out to eat after work and lets you choose the place. Insists he pays because he earns more than you but he just wanted to treat you. Has a list on his phone of the places you two enjoyed the most and pins them on Maps in case you want to go again.

The type to stare daggers into you while you're busy talking to someone else, when you're done talking he's still looking your way and waits for you to acknowledge him. Sometimes he announces himself, sometimes he'll just walk up beside you and hands your new assignment over which honestly startles you at times.

Wish he could've met you under different circumstances, wherever you're in his line of work or not. He'll never be truly satisfied with the way things are, constantly weighing the options.

For now he's enjoying watching you enjoy your favourite snacks and his heart warms when you offer him a generous bite.

Kashimo

Doesn't know what he's feeling towards you, the only thing he knew was his loyalty to Slur and you were gradually changing that one situation at a time.

It started when you'd apply ointments to where his body disconnected even though he was literally designed to be able to be broken and put back together with no effort. But you put in that effort, insisting he should let you and it'd be beneficial in the long wrong, he liked to believe you.

Often shows up to your cubicle at work just to say good morning then walk away, not even waiting for you to respond. You find it oddly charming and he just likes hearing your giggle as he leaves the office.

He believes you're also one of those people whose never done anything worth damning in their entire life. You're so kind and considerate of him he couldn't even fathom you doing anything wrong. Sometimes he hopes he's still capable of dying just so it could be alongside you, doesn't understand what that means fully though, it's just an ideal.

Likes it when you hold his arm, patting it slightly as you give some feedback on the latest mission. Doesn't understand the point in it but is far from complaining, he enjoys your attention and doting words.

Doesn't like to hold delicate things, like cats he really likes them but has a lingering fear he'd accidentally hurt the small thing. Instead he likes watching you hold these fragile things, pointing to them and you pick them up with a questioning look on your face, he makes a motion for you to scratch it's ears, he's pleased when you do.

(Y'all know like those slime stimboard monkey vids💀💀)

He considers you to also be delicate, so you'll never catch him making a move to touch you even though sometimes his bones ache to, he's fine with the brief touches you give him he couldn't ask for anything more.

Heisuke

He's also helplessly down bad for you, instead he tries his best to be helpful to you but you always seem to one up him in that area, especially when you let him crash at your place. Like a true angel.

Doesn't bother with pickup lines he's tried them out and they're not really his thing but sometimes he says something so heartmoving you pause all together. When he notices your reaction he's completely oblivious he's successfully shot his shot, "Pfft look at ya face."

Piisuke loves you because he does, it's like their brains are interlinked. The bird will catch small sight of you and immediately rush over to perch itself on your shoulder and snuggle its beak into your cheek, it hurts but how could you say no. Heisuke already knows that whenever his small partner did this you were likely around, so he's walking up to you bashfully and taking Piisuke back (he's secretly setting the two of you up.)

Showers you with compliments and praise likes it's nothing, words of affirmation is definitely one of his top love languages on hopefully getting you to like him back. But the moment you reciprocate, admiring his terrifyingly precise sniping skill he's so flushed and hot and fumbling his words he just has to slap a hand over his mouth. Needs a minute before he's chucking softly, his hands smoothly over the rough build of the artillery as he thanks you.

The forgetful sort but not when it comes to you, suddenly he remembers everything. Sometimes he comes to you to say something he needs to remember because it's so much easier when it's your face and voice he remembers reprimanding him.

Dreams of a soft domestic life with you, maybe, if you like, a kid or two to complete the picture and of course the family pet as Piisuke. Grins stupidly to himself at the idea of how he'd propose to you (you're not even together yet.)

#sakamoto days #saka days #sakamoto days x reader #shin x reader #nagumo x reader #kashimo x reader #heisuke mashimo #heisuke x reader #headcanon #yh

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keirareidss · 4 days ago

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worship you - s.r

♡ summary: your boyfriend shows you how much he loves you when you're feeling insecure pairing: post prison!spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, p in v wc: 1.2k based on this request

The mall wasn't too busy for a Saturday. You and Spencer were out shopping, not with anything specific in mind. You strolled hand in hand down the linoleum tiles, glancing through the windows of shops you pass by to see if they're worth going into.

"Let's check this one out." Spencer nudges you towards a shop. You follow as he tugs you through the door. Quiet pop music played through the speakers as you trudged through the aisles of clothes.

"Spence, look." You pulled a shirt off the rack, holding it up to his chest. It was a tan tee shirt, pictures of rats all over the front with text above them saying 'rats from around the world'. He looks down, reading it upside down before chuckling.

"The funny thing is, I would actually wear this." You slip it back on the rack, continuing along the aisles.

You both keep picking out clothes for each other, silly things neither of you would wear. Spencer finds a baseball cap with 'solvem probler' written on the top. You find a shirt with 'world's sluttiest husband' printed on it, which he briefly considers buying. He holds up a shirt with a picture of a seal on it that says 'seal of approval'.

After laughing until both of your stomachs hurt, Spencer finds something else on the rack.

"What about this?" He holds up a sleek black dress to your body. Your smile drops slightly and you feel a pit in your stomach. You knew you wouldn't like the way you would look in that dress.

You chuckled a little, trying to laugh it off in hopes that he'll put it back on the rack and move on.

"Wait, I think you'd actually look good in this."

"Spencer I do not have the figure for that." You scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" His eyebrows furrow and his expression turns serious.

"Come on, look at that thing. That dress was not made for me." He stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out if you're still joking around or not.

"I don't understand. What's wrong with your body that it wouldn't look good in this?" You couldn't believe you were having this conversation right now.

"It's just..." You sighed, an embarrassed blush rising on your cheeks. "I don't know, it's like my hips and my stomach kinda..." You mumbled, looking down. Spencer glanced around until his eyes found the sign that read 'changing room'.

"Come on." He tugged you through the aisles, moving towards the room you were dreading. He pulled you inside, yanking the curtain shut behind you. "Put it on." He holds out the dress towards you.

"Spence-"

"Just- humor me." You sighed, stripping your clothes off, your face getting redder. He looks away politely and you pull the dress on, the fabric nearly skin tight.

"Okay, you can look." Spencer turns his head, his eyes roving up and down your body. He steps closer, his hands finding your hips. He turns you around to face the mirror, your back against his chest. "You look gorgeous." He murmurs in your ear, lifting a hand to brush your hair back so he can kiss your neck.

"Spencer..." You looked down, away from the mirror but Spencer's hand quickly finds your chin tilting your head back up.

"Look at how pretty you are." His hands roam your body, sliding along your hips before his arms wind around your stomach, pulling you into him. "Beautiful." He hums, nipping at your neck. "How can you not like the way you look?"

"I don't know, I just... I feel... I can't explain it." He hummed in thought.

"I think you look perfect." He said, making eye contact with you in the mirror. "You know that, right?" You sighed.

"Yeah." He caught the hint of skepticism in your voice. You didn't believe him.

"Let me show you." He nudged you forward, closer to the mirror. "Put your hands on the wall." You obliged, leaning forward to place your hands flat on the wall. His hands found your hips again, pulling you back into his crotch, your back arching as you felt his hard on poking into you.

"Spence." You let out a breathy little moan.

"Shh. Don't want anyone to hear, do you?" His hands traveled down the back of your thighs, finding the hem of the dress which he slides up over the curve of your ass. He pulls down your underwear and you let out a shaky breath in anticipation as you heard his belt being unbuckled.

Watching him in the mirror, you saw him pulling down his pants and underwear, lining himself up with you. He brings his hand around your head, holding it in front of your lips.

"Spit." He orders. You complied, spitting into his hand which he brings down between your legs, spreading your saliva around your sex. You let out a soft whine and he shushes you again, his hand leaving your core, replacing it with the head of his cock. He suddenly thrusts inside you, clasping his hand around your mouth before you can cry out.

"Don't you see how attractive you are? You're so fucking pretty." He buries his face in your neck as his thrusts quicken. You moaned, your eyes falling shut in pleasure. "Open your eyes." He murmurs his gaze meeting yours again in the mirror.

His other hand slid up your torso, cupping your breast underneath the sleek dress. He pinched your nipple through the thin fabric of the lace, your hard peaks straining through your bra.

A muffled moan sounded from your lips behind Spencer's hand. You hoped the other changing rooms were empty and that the rest of the store couldn't hear what you were doing, but secretly, perversely, you wanted someone to hear. You wanted someone to know that your boyfriend was defiling you in a mall dressing room. Spencer kissed along your back, the parts of your skin that were exposed from the dip in the dress.

"I'm close." You breathed and his hips sped up their movements. He moved his hand from your mouth, sliding it between your thighs to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

"So gorgeous." He hummed, kissing up to your neck where he sucked a mark right above your collarbone, making you gasp when his teeth met your skin.

"Spence- I'm gonna cum, spencer-"

"Shh, I've got you." He quickened the pace of his fingers, thrusting deeper into you and soon, you were releasing on his cock. He grunted as you clenched around him, his body draping down over your back as he finished inside you.

Your hands braced against the wall, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. Spencer straightened, pulling you up with him so you were leaning against his front.

"You always look so pretty after an orgasm." You sighed, chuckling a little as your eyes fell closed, Spencer tugging the garment back down. "And I am definitely buying you that dress."

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#criminal minds #♡ keira's fics #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff

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jd-loves-fiction · 3 months ago

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Can I request some dialogue heavy scenarios where the HSR men, Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Boothill, Sunday, Jiaoqiu, and Moze are in a relationship with a Neko reader and how they react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked.

🌑MY LIFE HAS BEEN HELL LATELY :)) Life keeps trying to keep me from writing when i actually want to for once but i remain silly :)

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Boothill is not best suited for stealth but somehow, he's managed to sneak up on you without even meaning to. All he wanted when he walked in the kitchen was to engage in your usual post-mission gossip, but you were too busy napping at the dinner table and he was too excited to start his story to notice.

“Ya won't believe the idiot I had to–” He thinks he might’ve heard a hiss but knows he just witnessed you jump a foot in the air from the fright he’s caused you.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Ya mean like right now?”

“No! I–”

“Did I spook ya? Is that it?”

“What– Don't smirk at me like that! It's not funny!!”

✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠 ✦

Dan Heng has a natural talent for being absolutely silent, no matter what he's doing. So silent that he often goes unnoticed when reading quietly in the common area.

Case in point, one day he’s reading by a window on the express, alone save for his own thoughts, when you wander in looking for him. You call his name absentmindedly, frustrated at having to deliver a message from Himeko and at how long it’s taking. The eyes that glaze over your surroundings are misty and uninterested, so much so you don't notice the target of your little mission closing his book just a couple of feet away.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the calling out of your name is interrupted by your own loud yelp. The jump you execute in order to hide behind a table would be incredibly impressive if not for the undignified scream and the objectively ridiculous situation.

“Did you really–?”

“Who just stays silent for so long after someone calls out for them?!”

“... I was distracted. What did you need?”

“You– give me a minute, ok?”

Silence. Panting and a hand to your chest before a heavy sigh passes your lips, “Himeko needs you for something.”

“Alright. Thanks for letting me know. And also,” He turns to you already by the door, a rare amused smile on his lips, “maybe pay more attention to your surroundings next time around.”

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 ✦

The world just outside Jing Yuan’s office window seems to be in a perpetual state of peace and sunshine, birds singing and leaves drifting – it's no wonder he’s constantly distracted.

You find yourself lost in the sights and sounds outside on a sunny summer day as you wait for Jing Yuan to get back to his office so you can have lunch together. It seems your feline instincts have a stronger influence on your actions than you expected as you are unable to look away from the birds flying peacefully through the air, entirely unable of the predator behind the glass pane.

Pupils dilated and all you miss Jing Yuan’s approach completely.

“Hope my lunch hasn't gotten cold–”

Thump! The chair falls to the side along with you, as your frightened jump hooks your foot on the furniture.

You lay there in a heap hoping that if you don't move, Jing Yuan will let it slip… of course he doesn't. Instead of rushing to your aid like a charming general would, he takes a moment to chuckle to himself more openly than you’ve heard from him in a while.

“You’re a meanie.”“What? A meanie? Come on, kitty, you’re acting just like Mimi.”

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

The sounds of training would not be soothing to anyone but you, you’re almost certain. But after a while, hearing Blade pant and grunt as his sword slices through the air becomes similar to a lovely lullaby, lulling you half to sleep as you sit by his training area while waiting.

The air is just cool enough on your skin to– “Aargh!” Clang!

“AAAHHH!!”

Sounds of panting twice over as you both catch your breath.

He’s the first to speak, “Why did you–”

“You scared me! Why did you–?”

“The mara – a flare-up, I’m fine. I think you scared it out of me.”“Me?! I think you scared my soul out of me.”

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐪𝐢𝐮 ✦

Jiaoqiu had his suspicions, a man as observant as he ought to. But suspicions mean nothing without proof, so he decides to gather some.

“Have you nothing else to do than to linger while I cook? Doesn't the smell upset you?” His plan is finally in motion – purposefully cooking something with a smell so delicious it’ll draw you out. So far, he’s succeeded.

“No and no. I figured you could use some company and the smell’s quite nice actually.”

Step 1, complete. Time for step 2.

“Have any guesses as to what I’m making?” Jiaoqiu is glad to have his back to you otherwise his uncontrollable smirk might’ve given him away.

“Hmm, I don't know… It smells green? So, some sort of soup maybe?”

“Close but not quite. Would you like a hint?”

You can hear the smile in his tone, “... Sure.” But it's too late, he's got you where he wants you already.

“Let me show you one of the ingredients then–”

“YIIIAAHH!”

The screech that leaves borders on inhuman – all at the sight of a cucumber in Jiaoqiu’s hands.

“... I knew it!”

“Don't sound so pleased, you stupid fox!”

✦ 𝐌𝐨𝐳𝐞 ✦

Moze’s preferred method of getting around involves being as quiet as possible, which usually doesn't bother you but every once in a while he manages to catch you off guard.

Who better to catch a cat off their guard than a trained assassin?

He wished to see you tonight, so he went off to find you. And find you he did, sitting on a bench by a pool filled with koi fish, the moonlight reflecting off it in waves.

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing like that.” You speak into your phone.

“Oh, please, you’re just looking for gossip. And I'm telling you, I don't have any. Sorry to disappoint.”

Moze slinks by behind you, embraced by shadows and thanking your noisy and nosy friend on the phone for taking your attention away from the minimal sounds he makes when moving.

“He's not– listen, he's a little too stoic for me to be able to guess that… what? No, I'm not asking him, are you–”

“Boo!”

“AAAH!! FUCK!”

You tumble off the bench with the fright, phone still in hand as you glare at Moze, “What was that–”

“I guess I'll call you back. Good luck!”

“Good luck?”Despite the scare, you're secretly glad he didn't hear the rest of your conversation… or he might've found out your feelings for him…

✦ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 ✦

Stars run across the dark tapestry of the universe outside the Express’ window as Sunday watches in silent wonder. Seeing the stars without obstruction is truly something to marvel at… though he's still learning the names.

The halovian turns to where you nap, curled up by the opposite window, considering if he should wake you to ask.

Feeling somewhat terrible but soothing his guilt by remembering the amount of naps you've taken today already, Sunday decides that waking you up now would probably be to your benefit.

He looks around for a way to wake you up other than screaming at you. Seeing none, he takes a deep breath,

“Wake up!”

“WAAAA!!”

“...are you alright?”

“Why did you yell at me??”

“You weren't waking up otherwise. Why did you jump?”

“You scared me! …What did you want?”

“I wanted some help with pointing out the name’s of the stars.”

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Captivated by the twst yandereverse au!!

Help! I’ve been sucked back into yandere twst content, specifically the yandereverse au written by @thatnonameuser. Just checked back into The Red King holds a Bleeding Head after being off tumblr for a while and chapters 9 and 10 totally blindsided me. I very much recommend their series to any yandere enjoyers!!

Some thoughts I had while reading the last two chapters (major spoilers)

ch9

Darling being considered an insult in Heartslabyul is one of those worldbuilding tidbits that I love to see. It makes sense that Heartslabyul, and probably Rose Queendom, would stereotype darlings as disorderly and in need of constant correction.

Like oh, darlings are just naturally less disciplined than yanderes, so calling a misbehaving yandere ‘darling’ implies they’re no better than the people they are supposed to be managing.

Also imagine being a darling and hearing your friend/SO call another person darling with the same tone of someone saying a slur. Idk why but it's super funny to me.

Also again, from the flashbacks I'm guessing that the King of Hearts probably took advantage of this to some extent and played off any disobedience as being ditzy and unorganized. But not too often though, or the Queen goes from “oh you silly darling” to “this leash is for your own sake”.

(omg coming back to this because just remembered that Crewel is from the Queendom of Roses and mr “whips are great accessories” definitely made a fashion line of darling-safe collars and leashes)

Also Trey was so unsubtle with the desserts. Clover, please, you can't say your pro darlings rights while watching them eat food that you drugged!

Trey’s parents definitely taught him how to mix drugs into baked sweets and he definitely got a lot of practice with his darling brother and sister. I bet that at some point the siblings have/will catch on to the scheme but like, what can you do about it?

*annoyed sigh* Big bro Trey noticed me stressing out over my entrance exam so I’m probably gonna get the sedative brownies tonight.

And after Riddle’s overblot he might even consider branching out to some of the dorm members once in a while. ADeuce being yandere in this au makes them like 63% more feral and I would definitely be tempted to sedate them once in a while.

Speaking of our besties, I really like how Grim, Ace, and Deuce are being portrayed. Yes they're yanderes in a society that promotes violence for the sake of love. But they're still single braincelled goofs who just want to hang out with you.

Ch 10

The MOMENT the author mentioned a metallic scent I KNEW that wasn't normal pet food!!! And Grim eating it… oof!! If he wasn't just as enthusiastic about eating everything including literal grass I would be a bit more scared!

Gotta admit I was feeling stressed out when reader shouted at ADeuce. Like, we know that this is a school for magical villainous yanderes, I just knew someone was gonna overhear. In a way it's probably a good thing that we were almost immediately confronted by Cater who kinda owes us after the overblot, that could have gone a lot worse.

Additionally, I like how Cater’s canon aversion to his sisters is incorporated into this verse while also doing a bit of worldbuilding in how a family in a yandere society would act. Honestly I’m a sucker for worldbuilding.

Riddle was sweet here, But this section also caused the greatest dissonance between me and the reader-character. I would absolutely be salty about the fact that Riddle shouted our darling status like that. Dude put us in serious danger and I’d want to hold it over his head. Going forward, every time he tries to lecture us about safety I’d say “Well it would be a lot safer if SOMEONE hadn't announced my status to the whole world,” which is definitely a bad idea that would build up to a yandere-style meltdown later. TLDR reader probably made the right call in how they responded to Riddle asking for forgiveness.

I know that as the audience we have access to knowledge that the reader-character dosent, but I was low-key cringing (in a fun way) during the interaction with Trey.

“... have you met your darling, Trey?”

“Yes, I think I already have.”

YeS, i ThInK i AlReAdY hAvE. Trey you mischievous rat (affectionate).

Oh hey, its Che'nya!

Dang, your really gonna narc on Trey like that huh?

The execution was a harsh reminder that we can't treat our friends here like we would in the normal world. A straightforward bitch-fest resulting in a couple of body bags is horrifying, but Chenya did us a solid, even if his reason was almost as horrifying as the murders.

But now that I know he's stalking us I can imagine the reader (if she becomes desensitized) could get used to an invisible companion she can (sort-of) let her guard down around and complain to him about the NRA boy’s ghoulish acts.

Speaking of, I wonder if the original Cheshire Cat intended for a scenario like that with Winston, but was thwarted when their snooping was discovered and the Queen decided to go full mask off.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere au #yandereverse #yandereverse au #yandere heartslabyul #yandere twst

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