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yabakuboi · 28 days

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merman steve pt 2

a continuation of this for @spectrum-spectre, now with some pre-steddie~!

Henderson is skulking around in the cereal aisle when Eddie spots him.

The kid has been a bit of enigma to Eddie since he met him at the beginning of last fall semester. Dustin had a tight group of friends, but often times, he caught the gang of them sans Henderson and the fact seemed to annoy the hell out of them.

"He just goes off on on his own sometimes," Baby Beyers would say.

"He won't tell anyone where or why or with who," Mini Wheeler would snarl.

"And it's definitely not to talk to his girlfriend, because we hear ALL about that," Big Sinclair would sigh, rolling his eyes.

So catching kid creeping around the grocery store minus the rest of his party, after hearing many complains of his mysterious disappearances? Color Eddie intrigued.

"Hendersooon," Eddie sang, wrapping an arm around Dustin's neck to keep him from escaping. "Whatcha doing?"

"Eddie!" he said brightly, grinning at him. "Just buying some snacks. Hey, which cereal do you think a fish can eat?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking. "Uh..."

Henderson's face scrunches up. "I guess he's not really a fish though, so I'll try whatever." He grabs a box of Honey Combs from the shelf.

"Dude, are you keeping a sea turtle at your house again? You know that's illegal."

"No!" Henderson snaps, flushing. "And I was going to take Dart back after show and tell, I had already promised Steve!"

"Steve?" That was a new name. Eddie hadn't heard Henderson talk about a Steve before, and the guy was kind of a motormouth and a terrible liar. The only time Eddie had seen him actually avoid a topic was when his little disappearing acts were brought up. "Who's Steve?"

Henderson's eyes go comically wide. "No-one! I don't know any Steves!"

Eddie knew at least three Steves, and two were in Henderson's grade. "Uh-huh."

"Anyways," Dustin says, clutching the box of Honey Combs to his chest as he backs down the aisle. "I gotta go man, nice seeing you, bye!"

Bemused, Eddie watches him go. He's planning to give Henderson a five minute head start before he goes to tail him, but apparently, he needn't to have planned a stake out after all. Henderson finds him again, two aisles over, panting and red-faced.

"Actually, can you give me a ride?"

🧜‍♂️

"Eddie," Henderson says, voice even more serious and deadly than the time the party took on Vecna last month during their campaign. "I need you to swear that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Eddie cocks a brow at him. "Is this a drugs thing? Dude, you—"

"No!" Henderson snaps. "This is not a drug thing! This is a very serious life and death thing, and I need you to swear on you life you won't tell anyone about it."

"Dude," Eddie says, a little in awe. He stares out his windshield for a moment where they're still parked just outside of town. He can hear sounds of the ocean just past the ridge, waves crashing on the cliffs. It's a remote little area, opposite of the tourist favored beaches. Eddie, in fact, deals just a few miles down the shoreline from here. "Did you bring me out here to kill me? Are you the world's dorkiest serial killer?"

"Eddie." Eddie turns to look at him. His face is grave, brows furrowed with real worry. "I'm serious."

"Okay... Okay, then."

"You have to swear."

"I swear."

And just like that, Henderson's face breaks into a bright smile. "I knew I could trust you!" he crows, grabbing up his bag from the store and kicking open his door.

Eddie stumbles out of his van after him, listening intently as they pick their way over the rocks.

"He's so cool, Eddie, you're going to love him. He totally saved my life when I was like ten and I got pulled out on a rip tide. Like, I really almost died dude and then he just swims up out of no where and helps me catch my breath. Helps me float there while I'm freaking out too until the life guard finally came out to get me. It was crazy! I come out here all the time to visit him, I think he gets a little lonely. So it's good you're here, I've been trying to think of someone else to introduce him to, but it's hard to figure out who's going to freak out and try to sell him to Sea World, or something."

They crest over the hill to a tiny little cove bitten out of the rocky shore, and carefully begin to make their way back down to the water's edge. Eddie's still not entirely sure Henderson hasn't brought him here to die. Maybe Steve is the serial killer and he uses Henderson as bait.

"Okay, okay," Dustin says, once they reach the water. It's calmer here, the cliffs cutting this spot off from the larger waves. "Are you ready to see the coolest thing EVER?"

"Uh, sure, kid—"

Eddie doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when he starts yelling.

"STEVE THIS IS EDDIE I BROUGHT HIM TO MEET YOU I PROMISE IT'S SAFE!"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, covering his ears. The lungs on this kid! "What the fuck dude— WHAT THE FUCK!!"

Because when he looks down, there is a face in the water. Eddie falls back on his ass, uncaring of the water soaking his jeans, and screams when the face in the water rises up out the ocean.

It looks pissed.

"Dustin," it says, glaring at Eddie. Eddie screams again, because it—the guy—the mermaid lifts himself fully onto the rocks, and he doesn't have any legs. Because he has a fucking tail.

A fucking fish tail.

"Steve!" Dustin cheers. "You came out."

"You sure?" the goddamn mermaid asks, finally taking his piercing, alien eyes off of Eddie to look at him. "Sure it safe?"

"Absolutely," Dustin says hastily, crouching beside Eddie to put his hands on his shoulders. "Eddie just screams a lot, I promise you, he's totally safe."

"R-Right," Eddie says, because he does not want to be eaten. Maybe Dustin's been dragging unsuspecting victims here to feed his pet goddamn mermaid instead of a serial killer. "Totally safe, that's me."

Steve, the goddamn fucking mermaid, looks him up and down doubtfully, and it's terrifying having those eyes on him, unnaturally yellow surrounded by black. His face is distressingly human, nose and mouth and ears with a mop of dark hair on his head. He has these bright shimmering scales across his cheekbones that dot down his jaw and neck, iridescent and glimmering in the afternoon sun. Eddie can't bring himself to look down further, scared and enraptured all at once.

Steve is terrifying and beautiful to look at.

"Fine," says Steve and pushes himself gracefully back into the water, disappearing into the dark depths.

"What the fuck," Eddie breathes. He looks up at Dustin with wide eyes. "Dude, what the fuck."

Dustin just grins down at him. "Isn't he the coolest?!"

#stranger things #steddie #ficlet fill #that's quickly turning into a fic that's fun #I WANTED YOU TO HAVE MORE HERE'S MORE MWAH #my steddies

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bugs1nmybrain · 4 months

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Clingy!Tomura x Fem!Reader - Headcanons

Minors Don't Interact

Warnings: NSFW, submissive Tomura, mommy kink!!, mdlb, attachment issues, shiggy being a lil bitch, clingy Tomura, toxic relationship, pegging/anal sex (shiggy receiving), I am unhinged

I wanted a longer one shot but I have too many thoughts so here they are. Idk what's gotten into me. There will probably be a part two. I'm sleepy

So for starters, Shigaraki is a confusing dude because that whole "I hate everything" complex is almost completely reversed when it comes to you unless he has a legitimate reason to be mad at you. He loves you

He is clingy, and if he's not doing something important, he is totally hanging off of you. He's the type to follow you to the bathroom because he just can't get enough of your company. He doesn't care that it's weird

Will deny that he is so dependent on you!! Don't believe him. He will prove himself otherwise shortly after when he's rambling at you about how it's stupid that you have to go to work and "leave him stranded"

This guy has never received positive female attention since he was a child, and even then, he only got it from girls who betrayed his trust

So if you hold a sort of protective energy toward him and don't hesitate to stand up for him, he will ADORE you

That "motherly" affection you give him makes him choke and awakens a boy who was never loved properly. It's not as twisted as it sounds, he just feels at home with you, and when you baby him and treat him like a prince his heart pounds so much and his cheeks go red.

The mommy kink starts as a joke

You'll ask him to do something in an assertive tone and he's just "Yes mommy :)"

And you'll go "👀"

Then he just roles with it, and calls you mommy at random times just to piss you off

It's not until you both discover that you have a rather nurturing side that it becomes a regular thing that turns both of you on

It's sexual at first. When you take charge and spoil him, ask him what he needs, and pleasure him in the exact ways you know makes him cum hard, he'll be pleading.

"Fuuuck, Mommy pleeeaase! Please make me cum, please, mommy!!"

"Mmm pleaseee. I've been a good boy, fuuuck mommy!"

Once you do, he's begging you to come snuggle with him. He'll rest his head on your boobs and hold on for dear life.

He loves roaming his hands on your body and feeling how soft and plushy you are compared to his rather rigid and toned figure.

You're cozy! He feels like he's grabbing a teddy bear

His favorite spots to grab are your waist, butt, and tummy

Sometimes his fingers wander to your cunt compulsively because he just doesn't think

Oh great god he loves your pussy so much

Your pussy is enough to save him. So warm and wet, and when you slam yourself down on him when you ride him it drives him crazy. If he's on top, he's pounding you so deep. He doesn't even mean to hurt you (a little bit of a lie), he just can't get enough of your insides. He feels great though, don't mistake that.

Once he figures out how to touch you properly, he is abusing his powers for evil

Will eagerly eat you out and suck on your tits. He's has a tiny oral fixation.

Tomura was a virgin before you. Not spiritually, but he'd never fucked anyone. Some stuff online and a criminal amount of porn, though? Yea

Thay first time came quickly (and so did he) because the day you met, there was a potent chemistry between you two.

He brought up the "peg" word first

He was a little anxious but he'd played with himself in that area in the past on himself. Not extensively, but he knew it was a place of pleasure for him

Admittedly it feels great for him if you're generous with lube but when you did it at first, it hurt like a bitch

It doesn't matter if you're tall or much shorter than him, he wants you to treat him like your little boy.

Caress him and coo to him. He needs you to tell him how special he is to you and how much you love him. He needs to hear how perfect he is for you, and that you accept him.

If you play with his hair, he might cry

Actually, on the topic of crying, you're probably the only person he'll cry around. And it's because he trusts you not to judge him or put him down for it. He also knows that he can come to you and that you'll hold him and be there to comfort him through it. His hatred and bottled up sadness cracks up and when you let him release it into your shoulder, ..sometimes the mommy word slips out

He has a huge fear that you'll leave him. And you'd have every right. He'd have all the power to finish you off. Tomura doesn't have that rage toward you, at least he doesn't believe or want that. That said, he usually ends up confiding in you, usually a little pissed, but ultimately, he's sad

"I lo-*hic*I love you*hic*I love you mommy.. *hic*??*hicc* d-do you hate me?? I'm sorry!! Dont leave"

Please reassure him that he's enough, and that you love him as he is

If you bless him with kisses all over his face he'll cackle like a little bitch

He'll retaliate and yell at you to "fuckin' stop!!" but when you do it's an instant "mommyyyy no come back!"

He loves just laying in bed and having pillow talk while you caress his face, hair, shoulders, back. He even loves you pulling at his waist. Fuck he just loves you when you love up on him, too

he finally has someone to care for him in a genuine, loving, adoring way.

He is such a goober around you and is very affectionate, but in front of his guys? It's complicated

He likes showing you off, yea. And he isn't afraid to give you a kiss or touch you around them. But that intimate, wholesome side of it? Noo. He needs his "don't fuck with me" reputation to stick.

He is clingy in an unhealthy way, too, and insecure. If you don't give him the right amount of attention, he's worrying about it. He begs you to tell him what he did wrong or if you hate him. If you're gone too long, he misses you so damn much!

If you call him simple things like "baby boy" or even "Tomura" in a sweet tone of voice, he will melt

He loves you

It's his absolute favorite thing if you wake him in the night and stroke his cock, kiss him all over his neck and tell him how pretty he is. His masculinity isn't that fragile, not when it's just you and him at least. He has a little bit of a somnophilia kink, receiving and giving

He wants to feel adored and cared about. Protected.

He'll protect you too! No one will ever lay a finger on his mommy, and if they do, it's game over

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x fem reader #shigaraki tomura headcanons #shigaraki tomura smut #tomura shigaraki

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strangemaleswaps · 6 months

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Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride.

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me.

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?!

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me?

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

#strangemaleswaps #male body swap #body swap #dad body swap

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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hey Van!! Im kind of going through it right now. My parents are divorcing, which is hilarious given that I’m twenty years old and still have major problems and issues with them. I mention this because I’m here for the drabbles and could really use some fictional disappearing for a bit. I would appreciate it if you could do Tara as fluffy and comforting as you can please. With prompts 🧠🫂🤝💕. Thanks for this Van!! I really appreciate it.

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: them kisses are very urgent and emotionally charged 👀

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Note: I am so sorry that's happening to you bby!!! D: don't worry, tara will make it all better <3

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"Hey, hey—" Tara places her hand on your shoulder and softly squeezes. "Baby—"

You jerk awake, sitting up frantically and nearly knocking your head into her nose. Your chest rises and falls in harsh breaths, and tears rapidly well up in your eyes.

A choked sob has Tara pulling you into a tight hug, almost crushing, but you hug her just as tight back.

"Shh...shh...it's okay..." she coos at you, but her heart is pulsating rapidly too. "It was just a bad dream, that's all."

But it wasn't.

It wasn't just a bad dream.

What you were dreaming—it was real. You suppose it'd be more accurate to call it a memory.

"I can't stop thinking about that moment—they got Sam and then you—I couldn't save you—" You choke, and she hushes you some more before gathering some pillows at the headboard. She scoots until she leans back against the pillow, pulling you on top of her.

"They didn't—" Tara says fiercely. "They didn't get us because you were so brave." Tara rubs your back soothingly, pulling the blanket up to cover you.

Your body wracks with sobs as you cling to her.

"But your hand—"

"Is fine," Tara tells you sharply. "It'll...just take some extra time to get back to how it was."

Tara can feel your tears staining her shirt.

"It's better than being dead," she combs her fingers through your hair before she cups your cheek. Her fingers are warm and soft, the tips of them brushing against your ear.

Eventually, your sobs subside, and your grip on her relaxes, but you don't let her go. You can't ever let her go.

"I'm scared," you mutter into her chest. "Everytime I close my eyes, I'm scared about my dreams, or that someone's breaking in—it's not over."

"It is," Tara cuts in. "We killed them, and they're not coming back. Even if it's not over," Tara hesitates for a moment before she admits, "I'd do anything to keep you safe. There are no lines I wouldn't cross to make sure I don't lose you. I need you with me."

The words lull you into a calm. It's strange how Tara manages to do that. Just earlier this year, she wanted to forget any of this craziness existed, and she wanted to move on with you and just enjoy her college life blissfully.

And when that beautiful dream was shattered, you think something in Tara did too. The moment Tara thought she was going to lose you, Tara let those shattered pieces remake her.

"I love you," you mumble, the words garbled as you press a kiss to her collarbone.

Tara shifts, lifting her hips and rolling you over onto your back. Her body pressed against you feels so comforting. The weight of Tara Carpenter is probably the only thing that keeps you anchored to this world.

Tara's hand caresses the inside of your arm as it strokes its way across until her fingers thread through yours tightly against the mattress. Goosebumps form from her touch; the feeling is an icy hot as Tara presses kisses against your jaw.

"I love you," she presses the words onto your skin. "I'll keep you safe."

Tara's other hand slides across your back until her hand grips your shoulder, keeping you locked against her. Her palm against yours, skin against yours, and lips against yours feel grounding.

"It was just a bad dream, baby," her lips brushes against yours before kissing you, her tongue stroking your bottom lip.

You can't hear anything except the blood pounding in your ears and Tara's breaths. You can't feel anything except Tara's fingers, lips, and tongue. And when you close your eyes, you don't see Ghostface anymore. It's just nothing, allowing you to focus on your girlfriend.

When Tara's tongue grazes the tip of yours, you tremble.

"I'll make it go away."

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega angst #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x fem reader #mm: my fics #mm.drabble.tara

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queer-n-here · 3 months

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Heyy!! I don’t know if you got this request yet because I think I sent it once but I don’t think it went through. The request was fucking Akutagawa when he has a dress on. (Bonus points if he’s wearing thigh high socks 🤤)

Take your time!

Oh, no, yeah, you're right, I didn't receive that one.

But OHMYFUCKINGGOD AKUTAGAWA IN A DRESS?!?! YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!?!

So I imagined something like this

Hope you like the fic! I've officially gone crazy because I'm double posting for the second time in the middle of exams :)

Contents: Fucking Akutagawa in a dress he borrowed from Higuchi because why not?

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, semi-clothed sex, marking, biting, begging for orgasm, praise kink (almost non-existent)

As Akutagawa poked his head out of the bathroom, you could tell from his flushed face that this was gonna be fun.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He said, face all red.

"Let me decide that, hmm, pretty baby?" You said softly, sitting on the side of the bed that faced the bathroom door.

And so Akutagawa stepped out, revealing what he'd kept hidden behind the door earlier.

The dress was shiny and black, the hem ending what looked like kilometers above his knees, exposing just the perfect amount of his beautiful thighs. It was sleeveless, too, and God, the way the dark fabric contrasted against his flushed skin was so fucking beautiful. It was majestic even in a non-sexual way. The dress hugged his waist perfectly, accentuating his curves, and the thigh highs that you'd picked to go with them were only making the tent in your pants worse.

Akutagwa was fucking gorgeous.

He wasn't looking at you but the floor, his hands clasped together behind his back as he fidgeted.

"Come here," Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears as you called him, your brain dazed and lagging as you admired and wondered at this godly beauty before you with every pore of your existence.

He stepped closer, black heels clinking on the floor as he did his best to walk in them, reaching out to you for balance once he was close enough.

"Fuck," You muttered softly, your hand sliding up his back as your brain recovered from the initial shock. "So beautiful, Akutagwa."

His breath hitched as he looked up at you, not knowing that you were already thinking about the ways with which you could ruin this perfect sight, make him yours and yours only.

You made him sit on your lap before kissing him, lips slamming against his so hard he almost fell off your lap, saved only by the arm you wrapped around his waist in a vice like grip.

Akutagwa was surprised by this sudden change in you, but he didn't dislike it. He opened up his mouth as you pushed your tongue in, wrapping his arms around your neck as a small gasp left his lips at your roughness.

Your grip on his waist was exhilarating, and as your other hand slowly climbed up his thigh, slipping under the dress when it reached it, he pulled away just to try and take the dress off for you.

"No need," You had already pushed him onto the bed, pinning his hands up above his head as you looked over him. "Keep it on."

And Akutagwa could only nod, rendered speechless by the look of insane desire in your eyes. If he'd known that you'd like it this much, he would have gotten Higuchi to lend him this dress sooner.

(Once she finds out what it's being used for, however, she might not be so willing to oblige him.)

You lowered your head to kiss him again, your fingers slowly lowering the shoulder strap of the dress so you could move your lips over the skin there instead, kissing and biting as Akutagawa bit his lip, moaning every time he felt your lips on his skin.

The feeling of him beneath you was just as exciting as it had been the first time you two had had sex, and the memory made you even more restless as you pulled up the hem of Akutagawa's dress to reveal... Nothing.

You looked up at Akutagwa, surprised out of your frenzy, and he blushed.

"I just d-didn't know what to wear b-beneath it, okay?" He stuttered, trying to hide away from your gaze. "The underwear I have just didn't... m-match the vibe!"

And you couldn't help but laugh softly, placing a soft kiss on Akutagawa's forehead. "Next time we go out, we'll buy a pair of panties to go with it, that good?"

Akutagwa blushed, nodding, and let you go back to his collarbone to create more pretty marks on his pale skin.

You kissed and licked, your fingers pinching the flesh of his thighs, making him whimper at the feeling. Soon, Akutagwa's eyes had tears slipping out of them from the abuse.

"[Name]..." He pleaded, and you obliged him.

You let go of Akutagwa's wrists, stripping yourself of your shirt and unzipping your pants, pulling out your throbbing dick from your boxers. Pushing apart Akutagwa's legs, you pushed the hem off the dress out of the way, exposing his gasping hole.

"How desperate," You commented, aligning your flushed tip with his entrance, slipping your length in slowly.

Akutagawa gasped at the feeling of your entering, scrambling to grab some part of the sheets beneath him for the purchase he needed as your cock infiltrated him.

You slowly began thrusting, your almost purple dick moving in and out of your lover's ass as you sped up, your hips rolling. Akutagwa moaned, grasping the pillow beneath his head and turning to hide his face in it.

"Come, now," You said, your hips bludgeoning into his now. "Don't be such a killjoy, hmm? Let me see how pretty you look."

And Akutagawa reluctantly obeyed, turning to face you again as you pounded into him, each thrust of your hips moving him up along the bed.

"So much better," You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of him around you. You continued ramming into him, spreading his legs wider apart with your hands to gain more access.

Akutagawa was soon lost to the feeling of your tip against his walls, his moans growing louder and louder as lewd sounds of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. He reached up to grip your arms, anchoring himself.

Suddenly, as your cock landed against a certain spot in him, he arched his back, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he cried out. You understood, shifting to hit that spot again.

As you continuously bullied his already sore sweet spot with your cock, Akutagawa couldn't even remember his own name anymore. His brain was foggy and clouded, no thought behind his eyes outside of how good you were making him feel.

His flushed erection was twitching with each thrust, and you knew he would soon be close.

You hooked your hands under his knees, pushing his thighs against his chest as the dress rustled. As you continued your onslaught of his prostrate, Akutagawa's face grew wetter and wetter with tears, your name and a few curses the only things his useless mouth could utter.

You leaned down to plant your lips onto it, hips snapping up against his, pressing his throbbing member against his stomach, the feeling of which made him moan louder against your mouth. As you kissed him, he reached up to wrap his arms around your neck.

"[Name], nhh! Hah, Mmph!"

You sped up, making him cry out, the puddle of tears on his face sliding down on either side as he shuddered and trembled.

"Ah! I'm c-close! Wai-Hah!" Akutagwa panted.

You clicked your tongue. "Now that's not very good, is it, Ryu? Are you gonna cum all over Higuchi's pretty little dress and ruin it?"

He whined, knowing full well what you meant. "Plea- Nnghh! Please, [Name], please, mmph! L-let me, hah, let me c-cum, I need to- Ahh!"

"You need to?" You smirked, feeling heat pooling into your own stomach as you sped up. "Go on then, beg for it. Such a pretty boy, I might as well give you permission."

Akutagwa obeyed immediately, begging as coherently as he could while you fucked him senseless, his sentences only half complete, but his eyes earnest, his grip on your arms turning slightly painful.

"Please, please, I'll be- Nggh, hah, hmm! I'll be g-good! I'll... I'll do any- Gahh! Anything! Please, please, please..."

As his rant continued, you found yourself taking pity on him. What with him looking so fucking sexy in that dress, even when it was all scrunched up against his stomach, and your own orgasm nearing, you nodded. "Such a good boy, cum for me, hmm?"

And he immediately did, ropes of cum shooting out of his untouched dick as his walls clenched painfully tight around your cock, tipping you over the edge, making you release in him.

As you slowed to a stop, panting and huffing, you couldn't help but admire the masterpiece you had created. Akutagawa, all flushed and breathless, with his eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed, had hickeys all the way from the base of his jaw to his shoulders. The dress was still as sexy on him as it had been the first time you'd seen him like that, only now there was the added view of your cock buried into his ass.

"So pretty," You leaned down to kiss him, in a way that told Akutagawa you were not done with him for the night. "So beautiful."

#dom male reader #dom reader #top male reader #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub akutagawa x you #sub akutagawa #biting #marking #marking kink #put this man in a dress and watch me drool

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slvtwh0re · 10 months

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To Hell And Back

smut; dean winchester, spn

Four months without Dean was worse than any pain you’d ever went through. Somehow, someway, he’s back from Hell and in your arms again, and the two of you are left to pick up the pieces. But first, there’s something both of you need - each other.

Warnings: character “death”, grief, crying, fingering, p in v

It was the sort of pain that didn't go away, no matter how much healing I put into it. It was something that lingered, memories that would haunt my dreams and cloud my mind. It was a pain that pulled at my heart, trying to drag me towards him no matter how impossible it was.

Watching my boyfriend get ripped apart and dragged down to Hell was an image that would forever be embedded in my head. Four months ago, Dean's time had run out - he had sold his soul, and he had to face the repercussions.

I couldn't even be mad at him for making the deal, because he only did it to save Sam's life. But now, everything was falling apart without him. I'd spent the last four months at Bobby's, who hardly trusted me alone half of the time. Sam had went off by himself, taking his grief out through hunting and God knows what else.

Downstairs, I heard a clatter from the kitchen. It wouldn't have caught my attention, other than the fact that Bobby wasn't home, so it couldn't be him. Although I hadn't hunted in months and I was most definitely rusty, I still had the same instincts as always. I grabbed a knife from my nightstand and crept downstairs.

The first thing I thought was a demon, coming to get revenge on either Bobby or me for something. And since Bobby wasn't here, it was up to me. In the back of my mind, I could hear Dean, walking me through each step.

When I emerged at entrance of the living room, my feet locked in place. The knife slipped from my hand, clattering against the hardwood and catching the attention of the person in front of me. Whoever - or whatever - it was looked exactly like my late boyfriend.

But it couldn't be Dean, because I had seen him die. I had buried his body alongside Sam and Bobby.

"No..." I murmured, shaking my head and taking a step back.

Dean's hand reached out for me, but he paused when I flinched away. "Y/N..."

I closed my eyes, feeling the tears brimming them fall down my face. "You're not him..."

"Y/N, it's me..."

Everything in my nature told me to throw my knife at him and grab the nearest flask of holy water, but I couldn't move. Whether it was Dean or not, I didn't have the strength to kill him. He was my greatest weakness, and it had never been more obvious.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered. "I'm going crazy... You're dead..."

My eyes flicked back up to Dean and my face softened. He took a few steps forward - almost hesitantly - and wrapped his arms around me.

His embrace shot electricity through my veins. It was like revisiting a drug I'd been sober from for months. For the first time in four months, I felt completely and utterly safe.

I knew it was something that should've been impossible - my dead boyfriend coming back from Hell. But when he kissed me, a soft peck over my lips, I knew it was him. He was scared to upset me, making sure to carefully formulate each move, but the kiss was enough to prove himself to me. I knew Dean like the back of my hand. I knew how he felt, how he tasted.

When he pulled away, he rested his hand against my cheek and cradled my face. He took a moment to look me over, like he was trying to remember every small detail about me.

"How...?" I breathed.

"I don't know, baby," he told me, resting his forehead against mine. "I don't know..."

Out of all the emotions I felt, relief was the most prominent. It washed away any sense of confusion or pain I felt, and suddenly, my lips were on his. My kiss was hungry, trying to make up for months worth of time. He gasped in surprise, taking it as his cue to grab the back of my thighs. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Upstairs," I managed to tell him. "Spare bedroom..."

He was just as urgent as I was. There was no time to ask questions or stare in shock. I had Dean again, and I wasn’t going to let go until he reminded me of the things I'd been missing so badly. He was the same, craving the feeling of me in every way possible. He hadn't even had time to ask about where Sam was - which was an important conversation that we'd have later.

I thanked God that Bobby was gone and we had the house to ourselves, because there was no way either of us were waiting. Dean carried me upstairs and into the room I'd resided in for those terrible weeks. He set me on the bed - the bed that I'd spent countless hours sobbing, begging, and screaming in.

"I missed you so much," he said softly.

There was so many things I wanted to ask, like if he was okay or needed anything. But I could see it in his eyes - what he needed was this. I was sure he wanted to forget, because I could only imagine how bad it was for him. He could talk to me on his own terms, but what we needed now was each other.

"I waited for you," I told him. I flipped over so I was positioned on his lap, pinning him down underneath me.

He tensed under the feeling of me pressing myself against his waist, just like he'd always done. I had almost forgotten how it felt to make love to Dean, all the little details that I loved so much.

"Good," he praised. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to take care of you... Let me make up for it."

Shaking my head, I replied, "No. I'm taking care of you tonight."

Dean always put me first. He tried his hardest to reassure me in any way he could, to distract me from the bad things that surrounded us. It was an instinct for him to take care of me, but I wanted him to know that it was okay when he needed it, too. He didn't argue as I began pulling his shirt off, because I think he knew it, too.

In the dim light of the room, I saw the outline of a handprint on his upper arm. I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching out to gently place my hand over top of it. For a moment, Dean seemed nervous, like he was about to flinch. It was like he wanted to hide from my gaze, but the moment my skin touched his, he relaxed.

Other than that scar, his body was the same as it always was. He had no scars from the hellhounds, no remaining injuries. He'd been completely healed. He was the same Dean I'd had before.

I leaned down to lock my lips on his neck. My hands snuck down to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips, kicking his pants off. He slipped his hands under my shirt and quickly discarded it. While I worked my hips against his, he ran his hands over my body, reminiscing in all the times we'd done this before.

"I love you," I said, a reminder I was sure he'd missed hearing. I began to remove his boxers, using my hand to teasingly hold him.

"I love you," he repeated between deep breaths. His hand reached for mine and he grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand out of his boxers. Suddenly, I was beneath him and he was pulling my shorts off with fervor.

I breathed his name, surprised by the way he'd taken control so quickly. He grinned at the sound of the word leaving my lips, and he said, "This won't even begin to make up for lost time, but let me start?"

Of course, I nodded. There had been so many nights that I would've died just to see him again, to feel him once more. There was no way I was missing an opportunity now.

He ran one of his fingers over me, feeling how wet I was. For a few minutes, he used his fingers to explore inside of me while he softly moved his lips against mine. It took mere seconds for him to relearn exactly how my body worked. Once he had, he removed his fingers, only to replace them with his cock.

The feeling of him pushing into me was still so familiar. I exhaled sharply, overwhelmed in the best way possible. He buried his face in my neck, pausing for a moment to allow us both to relish in the feeling. My fingers traced circles at the base of his neck and I kissed the side of his head softly.

He began moving, slowly at first. His mouth was busy leaving marks around my neck, but I was focused on the rhythm of his hips. With each thrust, he got rougher, sending waves of pleasure through me. My mouth was open and I gasped every time he moved. It was like all my senses were heightened now, having gone so long without him.

It didn't take long for me to feel tears brim my eyes while I thought about how much I'd missed this - missed him. How I thought I'd never experience this again. I loved him more than life itself, and watching him die - screaming for me and Sam - was something that would always haunt my dreams. But somehow, someway, he was back and I had him again. Emotions and pleasure were flooding my veins, and I couldn't help but blink a few tears away.

Dean heard me and he lifted his head, wiping my tears away with his thumb. His movements never stopped, but he analyzed my face, looking for any signs that he should. I quickly sniffled and smiled softly, showing him that everything was okay. I was more than okay, and that's why I was crying.

"I just missed you," I assured him in a whisper.

"I'm here now," he said against my lips.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hand between my legs. His fingers rubbed small circles over my clit, building my release and bringing me closer to the edge.

"You don't ever have to worry about losing me again," he added.

It wasn't a promise he could make, and we both knew that. But in the moment, it was exactly what I needed to hear. My body went limp in his arms and I gasped for air as I came undone. Dean grunted at the feeling of me tensing around him and I felt his hips falter. Latching my lips over his pulse was enough to make him finish, and I took the time to leave a mark behind - something he would surely admire later.

He laid beside me in bed, keeping his arm around my waist. It was like he was scared to let go of me, but I didn't mind.

"Where's Sam?" he asked. "And Bobby?"

"Bobby's out, he'll be back soon. Sam... well, he's hunting."

"He went off by himself?"

"Bobby and I both tried convincing him to stay here," I told him. "But he insisted on leaving. I tried going with him, but... Bobby didn't let me, and Sam convinced me to stay. It’s a long story.”

That was enough to tell Dean just how bad things were after he died. He fell silent, replaying my words in his head.

"I'm sorry," he finally said.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I answered, shaking my head.

"No... You shouldn't have had to see what you did. I put you through all of this."

"You did it to save Sam," I reminded him softly. "That's not something to apologize for. I have you back, and Sammy's still alive, so it's a good day, Dean."

"I was so worried about you," he admitted.

"Bobby took care of me." I smiled at him, running my hand through his hair. "And when Sam was here, we took care of each other. We're all okay, now."

"We need to find Sammy," he said, tracing the small scar on my hip.

"We will. But first, I think we need to explain a couple of things to Bobby."

"Oh, that'll be fun," he murmured, making me laugh.

There was so much that still needed to be done, things that needed to be figured out and questions that needed to be answered. But that half hour was what Dean and I needed in order to move forward. We needed that reminder that our love was unbreakable, that we'd always find our way back to each other. Now, we'd continue doing what we'd always done - regroup with Sam and figure things out, as a family.

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #spn smut #spn #supernatural smut #supernatural #smut #spn fanfic #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey friendo can I make a totally self indulgent request for Morpheus being soft and in love with pre-K teacher reader (I’m Going Through It and need some soft Morpheus) 🥺

"TEACHER! HE HAS MARKER IN HIS EYES!"

Dream of the Endless x Preschool Teacher!Reader

Summary: (... no, Tim, that's eyeliner.) In which Dream decides if it is inappropriate to come to you in his human form at work, then he will be will have to do so in another.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Kids lol, gender neutral!reader, touch deprived!dream, kitty meow meow dream (real), fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: BESTIEEEEE OMG YOURE HERE ASKING *ME* FOR SOEMTHING AISHFL:AHSFHASLFHASLFHA OMG LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO dang i started to hate what i wrote (because of tim T_T HAHHAH jk) then thought to start over until my brain woke me up with an idea and now its 12am and im finishing this so i hope you like it baby <3 headcanon: the gif is dream waiting for you to finish with work in the playground nearby the school T_T RIP

Previously on: I'm Dating An Endless Being With No Concept of Personal Space or Boundaries

I let out a shriek when I enter my classroom and find a tall man standing there by my desk, just looking at the entrance, waiting for me.

"DREAM!" I quip under my breath, "are you crazy?! What you doing here?"

The pout on his lips intensifies upon hearing my words.

He was not expecting the reaction he merited. Usually, when he came to school, he was received with eager attention, even by people that he did not want attention from. He vividly recalls adults complimenting him to you and some children shouting things about him at you.

Dream knits his brows, "have I done something to upset you?"

I give him an incredulous look as I cringe at the sound of a child crying from outside. I push past him and get what I came here for the first place, a box of tissues.

I feel Dream watch me as I grab the carton and give him an annoyed expression, "you better not be back here when I return, Dream."

"I didn't mean to sound-" "You hate me." "I don't hate you! I was flustered I-" "You don't love me anymore" "Dream, baby, that's not true." "You'd rather be with those kids than me." "I was at work." "I would never send you away if I was working." "I know. But that's also because you're your own boss and-" "I just wanted to visit..." "I know! I know, and I'm sorry." "... I forgive you..." "Thank you." "... even though you hurt me..." "..." "... and love those kids more than me."

"TEACHER TEACHER!"

I take a moment before turning to the caller, just as the boy screams again, "TEACHERRRR!"

"What is it now, Tim?"

"THERE'S A CAT IN THE CLOSET!"

"A what?!"

I grab Tim before he can even think to touch whatever cat managed its way into our classroom. All the children crowd behind me upon hearing after. With the small child in my arm, and my leg fending off the rest of the kids from going any closer to the closet door.

"Ok, Tim, what exactly did you see in the closet."

"A black cat."

I narrow my eyes and hum, "are you sure it wasn't just a sweater."

Tim shakes head, "it," he meows exaggeratedly, "at me."

I release a huff, "alright, it seems we have a cat to save."

The kids fuss as I put Tim down, and he then bounces excitedly at my words with the rest of his classmates.

I place a finger to my lips as I look between my students, "we don't want to scare the kitty, now do we?"

Immediately, the kids start shushing each other.

I ask the kids to move as I slowly open the door, in case the kitty thinks to lunge or run away. Instead, I am met with wide eyes and a meow that leaves the kids squealing.

There is another chorus of shushes and I bend and slowly outstretch my hand out to the cat.

The sweet thing rubs its black face against me, then its black body, and all at once it's very clear to me.

"Dream?"

Hello, my love.

I slap my hand on my face and fall to my butt when I hear the mental reply.

"Teacher!" Heather calls in concern, "are you ok?"

I turn to her as Dream walks out the closet and nuzzles by my ankles.

"Did the bad kitty bite you?" a distance voice calls.

Dream does not take kindly to the accusation and looks at the direction of the child who spoke.

"No, my dear, Dream did not-"

"Who's dream?" I recognize Luca's soft voice.

"Is that the name of the cat?" one blurts.

"OHEMGEE TEACHER IS THAT YOUR CAT?!"

This sparks a heated debate amongst them.

"Children," I finally have the wits to speak, "settle down and go back to your seats," I get to my feet.

There is a public outcry, and instead, the children surround Dream as he retreats under one of the desks. They try to stroke at him, and I wait for him to react the way cats do when they're disgusted, but he does not.

"Children, please, don't touch the cat."

They obviously do not listen.

"Teacher, your kitty is very shy," Libby comes up to my side and grabs my hand, "my kitty is very naughty."

I smile at her and point, "that kitty is very naughty too."

The sound of Dream meowing (in protest) makes the entire class burst into a fit of giggles.

I huff as I bend back and beckon my naughty lover, "come here, pretty boy."

Dream does not waste time and dashes over to me, practically leaping into my arms. He purrs when he is against me, and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

The class lets out a chorus of awws.

"TEACHER CAN I PET YOUR KITTY!"

"I WANT TO PET THE KITTY TOO"

"What's the cat's name again?"

"I don't remember."

"I WANT TO NAME THE CAT OREO!"

"GERALD!"

"Children, please," I interrupt for the nth time, "we have to bring the cat outside."

There is a public outcry.

The clamoring children cry out in protest and I eye the cat dirtily as he continues to snuggle against me. I release a huff and raise Dream in my hand, a la Lion King.

This surely stops the children. They look up at the dangling paws of Dream with wonder.

"Right," I say, "I reckon one cuddle each, then he's going out the window."

"I understand why you like being with those children now." "Again, I was doing my job." "Yes. A noble job, with many benefits." "..." "They were all surprisingly gentle." "..." "I am excited to see them ag-" "You do know if you cause another frenzy in my class again, I'm locking you up in a cage and sending you to a shelter." "..." "..." "... perhaps then instead of a cat, I-" "DREAM I SWEAR-"

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c-m-stuff · 10 months

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Girls Fight

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, but because of a crazy woman, your family is in danger.

-Warnings: Angst, language, fighting, having a child

-Word count: 2687

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad.) An angsty story. I use here the name "Abby", know that I don't have anything against the name, or people with the name. Have fun, guys!

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

'And, how is it going? Does she wants to talk?' I asked Aaron, as he closed the interrogation door.

'No, she says nothing.'

Abby Lim, a hitwomen, who killed many people. We just arrested her. It was a very stressful case for all of us. The thing is, before we arrested her, she was being very flirty towards Spencer.

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Flashback:

'Drop your weapon, Abby.' David ordered, in a serious voice.

Abby was just standing there, gun pointed at us.

'I don't know. I don't want to.'

'Hey you, little nerd. What do you think? How do I look?' she continued, looking straight at Spencer.

As Spencer didn't gave an answer, she gave it.

'I know, I look hot as always. But, you don't look bad either, baby.'

I felt my blood raise, as I tried to concentrate me. I quickly glanced at my husband, who was looking nervously.

'Put your weapon down, now!' Derek yelled, also furious.

'Calm down, muscles. I do, if nerd asks me.'

'Abby, put your weapon down.' Spencer spoke, a little more calmly, trying to win her trust.

It worked. Surprisingly, she trew her weapon away, as the men cuffed her.

'See? Was that now so hard?' she said, before they took her away from us.

Flashback over

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Now, we only needed to know, where she kept her last victim. She kidnapped a woman, who was still missing. It is really important, that we find her as quick as possible. Aaron just questioned her, but she didn't said a word.

'She asked for one thing. If we gave it to her, she swore she will tell us, where the victim is.' Aaron sighed, which I didn't understood, since it's good news we're getting closer.

'That's great! What is it?' I asked, everyone now looking at him.

'It's a date with Reid.'

My eyes went wide, and I'm sure, I wasn't the only one.

'No, no, no.' Spencer said, repeatedly, coming closer to us.

'How-how do we know, she's not lying?' I asked him, biting my lip.

'She would sign a contract. If she lies, she would get more trouble than she already has.'

'Okay. Let's do it.'

'What? But, (Y/N). I don't want to go on a date with her.' Spencer said, still a little in shock, that I accepted it so quickly.

'I know, love. I don't want it, either. But, it's the only way to save another life.'

'We give you two some privacy.' Aaron spoke, as everyone left the room.

'But, it would feel like cheating on you.' he admitted, giving me a sad look.

'Spence, I trust you. I know, this is for saving a life. But, if you don't want to, that's also perfectly fine. We can always try and find another way to let her speak. It's your decision.'

'Okay then. But, I want you and (Y/D/N) home. Far away from her.'

'You got it!' he wrapped me into a soft hug, pressing kisses on my head.

(Y/D/N), is our 4 year old daughter, who we will always protect with our lives.

'Spencer?'

'Yes, love?'

'Be safe, please.'

'Always.'

We slowly ended the comforting hug, and went back to the others.

'I do it.' Spencer confirmed.

They all started arranging things, as I went to Derek.

'Derek? You're going to be there with him, right?' I asked the muscular man, causing him to nod.

'I am.'

'Please, take good care of my husband.'

'I will, pretty girl. I promise.' I smiled at his words, while he returns the smile back.

Not much later, it was time for me to go. Just as Spencer already said, he wants me and (Y/D/N), home. Safe.

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Spencer's POV:

Abby and I, just arrived at the fair, where our "date" was located. Morgan and another agent, were walking behind us, from a little distance.

'I'm so happy, that our first date is at a fair. We can have so much fun!' she exclaimed, but my thoughts where only by (Y/N) and (Y/D/N).

'Babyyy.' she catched my attention, but not in a good way.

'Don't call me that.' I spoke, irritated. The only person who is allowed to call me that, is (Y/N).

'Don't be mad, little nerd. Look where we are, look at the things that we can do.'

'You know, you signed a contract, right? In exchange for this date, you-'

'I have to tell you where the last person is. I know, I know. Stop rambling.'

'Okey, well give me something.'

'Green.'

'Green? Give me something better.'

'Hey, aren't nerds supposed to be smart? Figure it out by yourself.'

'OMG!' she suddenly yelled, causing me to look immediately at her point of view.

'Can we take some pictures in the photo booth? Pleaseee!' she begged me, considering I had not much of a choice, I agreed.

'Yay!' Abby clapped in her hands, as she pulled me inside.

'Smile, lover boy.' she ordered, while I forced a fake smile.

We took a few pictures, as she suddenly pulled me into a kiss. I immediately pushed her off of me, but it was too late, the picture was already taken.

'Abby! Don't ever do that again!' I yelled angry at her, my thoughts by (Y/N), the woman that I love so much. I felt guilty.

'You're so boring, it's not that you're having a relationship or something.' I kept quiet, as she began to scan my nervous behavior.

'Omg! You have a girlfriend!'

'No, I don't!' I lied, although technically I don't have a girlfriend, I have a wife.

She kept quiet, suspicious. But, she stopped talking about it, and changed subject. Just at that moment, the pictures came out. She quickly took them, placing it in her pocket.

'I keep them.' Abby told me, before walking further.

'Babyyy.'

'I already told you to not call me that.' I answered, a little pissed.

'Whatever, I need to use the restroom.' I sighed under my breath, as we walked to a little bar, which was not too far. It was a little crowd, but it could have been worse.

'Okay, an agent is coming with you.'

'Don't you wanna come? We can have a lot of fun in there.'

'I thought, you found me boring? Besides that, I think, that's something you need to do by yourself.' I replied, as she rolled her eyes.

She went to the restroom, an agent following her, and waiting by the door. Morgan came towards me.

'Pretty boy, how is it going?'

'It's terrible, she won't stop calling me "baby", and she even kissed me. I hate this.' I sighed, this time out loud. He patted my shoulder, while giving me an understanding look.

A few minutes passed before realizing that she was there for a while now. A rush of concern, washed over me, as Morgan and I decided to take a look. While we entered the restroom, we saw the other agent on the floor, beaten up. He was still alive, but had bruises and blood everywhere. But, Abby was gone.

'Shit, she escaped.' I cursed, as Morgan and I looked at each other with defeated faces.

I reached for my phone, but found my pants pocket empty. My eyes immediately went wide, and I began to panic.

'NO, NO, NO, NO!'

'What's wrong?' Morgan asked me, as I once more searched for my phone.

'She took my phone! AND MY KEYS!' I panicked, thinking about the many pictures in it, of (Y/N) and (Y/D/N).

'I call Garcia to trace your phone.' Morgan said, as he took his own phone.

'You've reached Penelope Garcia's office, how may I safe your ass today?'

'Baby girl, you're on speaker.'

'Garcia, you have to trace my phone.' I spoke, as I tried to calm myself down.

'On it. But Reid, you sound worried. Everything okay there?'

'No, everything is horrible. Abby escaped, and my phone and keys are gone.'

I could hear her typing quicker, and felt that she was worried too. We all were.

'Oh no.'

'What is it?'

'She's on her way to your house.'

It felt like I was hit by a bullet. My breathing became heavier, as I was already running to the SUV, Morgan right behind me. We both stepped in, while Morgan said his goodbye to Garcia, before hanging up. He drove with fast speed, towards my house.

'Reid, she is going to be fine. They are going to be fine.'

'We have to drive an hour, because I wanted them as far as possible. Abby is already on her way, and she is closer to them.'

I rambled, panicking even more.

'I-I can't lose them. (Y/N) and (Y/D/N), are everything I have. They're my world. I-'

'Then you don't lose them. Spencer, they will survive. Besides that, (Y/N), works also at the BAU. She has the skills, they're not gonna die. Okey?' I nodded slightly my head, trying to ignore my stupid worse scenario's thoughts.

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Y/N POV:

I just finished reading my sleepy daughter a bed time story. I love to read her bed time stories, just as I love Spencer reading them sometimes for me. I kissed (Y/D/N) on her forehead, as I quietly stood up, and closed the door.

I decided to watch my favorite show in the bedroom, laying comfortable under the covers. But, suddenly, I heard something. I heard carefully footsteps. I knew, it couldn't be Spencer, since he would call or text me, if he's heading home. I let the tv play, as I quietly took my hidden gun from my closet. Just in case.

With the gun pointed forwards me, I slowly stepped out of the bedroom. My heart started to sink, as I saw the bedroom door from (Y/D/N) her room open. I took a deep breath, and pushed slightly the door more open.

My eyes were full of fear, as I saw Abby, pointing a gun at the head of my still sleepy daughter. I tried to be confident, not showing any fear.

'Abby, you could have knocked.' she immediately turned her head towards me, a smirk formed on her face.

'And ruin the surprise? Didn't think so.'

'Look, Abby. What do you want?'

'Isn't that obvious? To kill you, of course. But, I could use a little challenge, why don't we fight a little, so I can beat the hell out of you?'

'If that's all you want, let's do it. But, you need to leave my daughter's room. She has nothing to do with this.'

'Fair enough, but no guns.'

'No guns. Let's go first to the living area, shall we?' I lowered my gun, trying to win her trust a little. She did what I said, and left the room.

We both trew our weapons away, as I quickly locked (Y/D/N) her room. I never locked her room, but the last thing I want, is her to witnesses this.

I just wanted to turn around to Abby, as she hit me in the stomach. I winced at the pain.

'I wasn't ready yet!'

'Aww, how sad. But, I just don't care.'

I then found the confidence, and ran into her, both falling on the ground. I was now on top of her, as I punched her repeatedly.

Suddenly, she trew me off of her, causing me to fall next to her. She took her chance, and stood up as quick as she could. I stood up, as well, as I looked panicked around me. There was no Abby.

I walked with high speed, towards the kitchen, as I felt an incredible pain. I clutched my stomach, and noticed the blood on my hands. That bitch just stabbed me, the knife still in her hand.

'You said no weapons.'

'No sweetheart, technically, I said no guns.' Abby said, unfortunately a matter of fact.

'You stupid bitch!'

Trying to ignore the pain, I trew my body on her, causing her to drop the knife. She used her hands to dig into my wound, as I screamed out of the pain. Abby used this into her advantage, getting immediately up, as I still was wincing from the pain.

'You know, (Y/N). I first thought that you were a weak slut. After all, this just proves me right.' she said, the knife again in her hand.

'It's only so sad, that you're daughter and Spencer, never going to see you again. They need to live a life without their mommy. And, the best part is, that Spencer will forever blame himself.'

She walked closer to me, as I looked quickly around me. I spotted my gun, not that far away from me.

She came closer to me, ready to stab me.

It was now or never. Ignoring the heavy pain, I reached for my gun, grabbing it, and just on time, I shoot her, right in her stomach.

She fell on the ground, crying it out from the pain, as she struggles with breathing. I empty my gun, trowing it far away. I tried to stand on my feet, as I groaned at my own pain.

'You know, I have to admit, I didn't excepted this ending.' Abby managed to speak out, causing me to laugh, lightly.

'I did.' I joked, but in reality, I really was scared for all of our lives.

I leaned against the wall, still clutching my stomach, as the front door busted open. The team coming in, followed by paramedics.

'(Y/N)!' Spencer yelled, as they all putted their guns away, sawing what had happened.

'(Y/N)! Are you okay? I was so worried!' he immediately rushed towards me, just like the paramedics.

I shook my head.

'Abby needs more help than I.' them seeing that I won't give up, they went first to Abby.

'I'm okay, Spence. Everything is fine now.' I reassured him, with one hand grabbing his.

I looked around, seeing the whole team being concerned about me. I gave them a soft smile, before calling JJ.

'JJ, can you come, please?' I asked the blonde, as she walked towards us.

'(Y/D/N), was sleeping when all this happened. I bet, she's awake now. Will you please, check up on her? Telling her that everything is alright now?'

'Of course.'

'Keep her there, please. I don't want her to see this.' JJ nodded her head, walking towards the bedroom.

'Are you okey?' Aaron came towards us, as I nodded my head.

'She just confessed the location of the victim. Agents are on their way.'

'That's great.'

I accidentally made an unexpected move, causing me to groan in pain. Spencer immediately supported me, so I won't fall.

'You're so brave, love. I'm so proud of you. I can't imagine what you went through.' he helped me through it, as finally the paramedics came.

Spencer kept holding my hand the whole time, while the paramedics were taking care of my wound. The whole thing, forced Spencer to think about the one person, who brought us in this mess.

'I need to-'

But, I cut him off, holding his hand.

'Spencer, no. I know, she deserves it, but don't. It's all okey now.' I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb. His eyes softened, looking at mine with admiration and love.

'And, that is one of the 1000 reasons, I love you. You're always kind towards others, no matter what you went through.' we both smiled, as our lips connected, for a sweet, loving kiss.

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#criminal minds #cm #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x fem!reader #angst imagine #having children

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 5 days

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King Switch 🩸🗡️

Jay White X Fem Reader

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ knife play, wax play, blood, unprotected sex, oral (f) receiving

Summary: It started off as a joke. Everyone always called Jay a knife pervert because he was a freak who wore a switchblade around his neck. Soon the nickname got to his head and Jay started feeling things he hadn’t felt before. Feelings that made him want to try new things in the bedroom.

An: I'm alive, I haven't posted anything in weeks because I have been so busy but I finally sat my ass down and wrote this fic I was meaning to write for months. Enjoy!

There was no secret that Jay White was different than other men. He was a total freak that was bat-shit crazy for you. Everyone knew about his things for knives but everyone assumed it was just a gimmick. It was for a while until it became much more than just an act. The first person to call Jay a knife pervert was Chuck Taylor, he said it jokingly at first but the nickname quickly caught on. One might think Jay was offended by the word, that he didn’t like the names but he loved it. The name was quick to get to his head, his freakish behaviors became more risky and noticeable. At times you had to beg him to stop, he couldn't just eat you from under one of the tables in catering. You could see the look in his eyes change every time someone mentioned the nickname. He became predatory, he looked psychotic, it turned him on. There were times when Jay refused to take off the switchblade around his neck. He liked the way the cool metal felt on his hot skin. He liked the sight of him pounding into you while the blade dangled from his neck above you, he loved the way you would sit on his cock, keeping him warm as you carefully played with the blade. At the end of the day it was a real knife he wore around his neck, he had to be careful he didn’t cut himself or you by mistake but he always wondered what if. Jay had become so fixated on being called a knife pervert that he knew he had to explore what exactly a knife pervert would do.

When Jay texted you to come over you knew what he wanted. He had been texting you all day about how badly he missed you, how he was a starving man and your cunt was the only thing that would save him from salvation. Jay was never shy about how hard you made him, he always wanted you to know that no one else could make him feel the things he felt when he was with you. When you entered his apartment you were greeted by darkness. Just as you were about to call out his name you noticed the piece of paper on the floor. ‘Keep all of the lights off. Follow the candles honeybee’

You noticed the trail of candles that led to the bedroom. When you opened the door you saw him. Your boyfriend lay in bed, the thin white sheet had made a tent, he was extremely hard and was staring into your soul. The room was dark, multiple candles being your only light source. As you approached him you noticed handcuffs and a variety of knives on the nightstand. “What’s all this?” you asked nervously. “I want to try something new,” he told you calmly. He could see the fear in your eyes and was quick to calm you. “Don’t worry honeybee, I won’t be using any of this on you. I want- no need for you to do this for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” “I don’t want to hurt you,” you told him but he assured you he would be fine.

You followed his instructions carefully. He watched you strip before him. How you slowly took off your shirt and pants. How you played with yourself as you took off your bra and underwear. He was salivating at the sight of you playing with your nipples, fighting back a moan. “Come here baby girl, I need to taste you,” He told you. You carefully climbed on the bed and sat on his face as he instructed. There was something about the way you came on his face that drove him to insanity. He was a madman who loved nothing more than to get drunk on your sweetness. He ate you like he was a starving man, like his life depended on it. He always knew exactly what he was doing, he knew what you needed without you ever having to say it and right now you needed to cum. Jay continued the assault on your pussy as your orgasm washed over you, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Jay told you “As much as I want to eat you out to the point where you are crying there are some other things I want to do with you”

You carefully placed kitten licks and kissed his hard cock before slowly sinking down on him. Jay handed you a candle and asked you to pour it on him. You hesitated at first before pouring the wax on his chest. You could feel how turned on Jay was as the hot wax landed on his skin, instantly hardening. “Fuck, it feels so good” Jay wined out. Next, you picked up a knife and carefully removed the wax from his chest. You left light scratches on his chest and arms with the blade, admiring the pleasure you were able to bring him. “Y/n…” Jay asked sheepishly. “Yes” “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you, what kind of stupid question is that” “Than I need you to do this for me”

You couldn't believe what he was asking you. He wanted you to take the blade he wore daily and create 5 deep cuts on his right peck. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked him nervously. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life” You watched the beads of blood form as you made the first incision. You felt almost like a doctor performing surgery. “Fuck” He grunted as his hips bucked into yours unintentionally. The blade was now covered in his blood as you created the second mark. Jay began thrusting up into you as you continued to draw blood. The two of you slowly became covered in his blood. You had never felt so full in your life. “I need more” Jay cried out once you created the third and fourth cut. The fifth mark was the hardest, the incision going diagonally through the other four wounds. The fifth wound was the deepest, you kissed him passionately to silence the moans and grunts that fell from his lips. You kissed the wounds and began to ride Jay hard and fast as you could knowing Jay was desperate for that release. You continued to ride him through his release which triggered your own, cumming for the second time tonight. The sensation that washed over you both was something you had never felt before. You carefully traced your fingers over the fresh wounds. Jay hissed at the touch, he was overstimulated and sensitive everywhere, never experiencing such a powerful orgasm. “You really are a knife pervert” you told Jay playfully as you put the switchblade around your neck. “I can’t wait to see what else this blade can do” He told mischievously.

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californiagoddess · 19 days

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My old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me he has me by my heart he doesn't mind I have a las vegas past he doesn't mind I have a LA crass way about me he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart swimming pool glimmering darling white bikini off with my red nail polish watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples you sittin sippin on your black cristal yeah light of my life fire of my loins be a good baby do what I want light of my life fire of my loins gimme them gold coins gimme them coins and I'm off to the races cases of bacardi chasers chasin me all over town cause he knows I'm wasted facin time again at rikers island and I won't get out because I'm crazy baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet starlet singin in the garden kiss me on my open mouth ready for you my old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me every inch of my tar black soul he doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life in fact he says he thinks it's what he might like about me admires me the way I roll like a rolling stone likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom chateau marmont slippin on my red dress puttin on my makeup glass room perfume cognac lilac fumes says it feels like heaven to him light of his life fire of his loins keep me forever tell me you own me light of your life fire of your loins tell me you own me gimme them coins and I'm off to the races cases of bacardi chasers chasin me all over town cause he knows I'm wasted facin time at rikers island and I won't get out because I'm crazy baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet starlet singin in the garden kiss me on my open mouth yo I'm off to the races laces leather on my waist is tight and I am falling down I can see your face is shameless cipriani's basement love you but I'm going down god I'm so crazy baby I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving I'm your little harlot starlet queen of coney island raisin hell all over town sorry bout it my old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him til the end but I trust in the decision of the lord to watch over us take him when he may if he may I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him who else is gonna put up with me this way I need you I breathe you I'll never leave you they would rue the day I was alone without you you're lying wit your gold chain on cigar hangin from your lips I said hon you never looked so beautiful as you do now my man and we're off to the races places ready set the gate is down and now we're going in to las vegas chaos casino oasis honey it is time to spin boy you're so crazy baby I love you forever not maybe you are my one true love you are my one true love

You are my one true love

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weird-is-life · 8 months

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hi dear! could you maybe write bucky x short!reader and he teases her for it? just cute fluffy teasing you know ~ if u decide to do it, thank you!

Hi lovely, ty for this request!!🥰 I hope this is okay. Honestly, being a short queen would be great with Bucky🤧, warning: fluff, pet names, (0.6k)

It is no secret, that you are very short. And over the years, you have learnt, that sometimes it can be a problem.

Like it is right now. The light went out in the bedroom, more specifically the light that's hanging from the ceiling. And you don't want to not change it now in case you forget about it and later, when you will need it, have a problem.

Usually you'd have Bucky change the light bulb, but he isn't home yet, so it is up to you to do it. As you examine the height of the ceiling, you know you'll need a chair or two.

So the next thing you know, you are standing on top of a stool, that's on top of a chair. It's definitely not the smartest decision you've ever made, but what can a girl do?

In the middle of your 'mission', Bucky comes home. And when he finds you on that wobbly thing, his heart almost gives out.

"What the hell, sweetheart?" he immediately comes behind you, hand gripping your thighs to steady you.

"Hi, Bucky," you greet him, not really paying attention to his worried voice. And as you go on your tiptoes, the stool with the chair wobble dangerously. It is all it takes for Bucky to lift you up and put you safely on the ground.

"Hey...-," you frown at him, "why'd you do that?"

"You mean saving you from a fall, before you could break your neck?" he rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by your lack of worry.

"I was changing the light bulb and I almost had it," you scowl at him, "and it is perfectly save, I've tested it out."

"Why didn't you just wait for me, doll?" he groans, he doesn't want to come home to you doing this kind of dangerous stuff.

"Because I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself," you respond, as you try to climb onto the chair again. But you are not even one leg up on it, before Bucky is manhandling you away from it.

"Sweetheart, you are seriously trying to bring me a heart attack right now," he sighs and takes the new light bulb from your hands. It's a quick work and before you know it, the light is working again.

"Here, it's done," he announces with a proud smile.

"Don't be so smug about it, it's not my fault, that the ceiling is so high," you complain.

"It's not high...," he smirks, " you are just too tiny, sweet thing."

"I'm not," you protest, even though you know, you are, " the ceiling is just too damn high."

"Right, you aren't short, that is not the case at all, huh?" He teases you, hands squeezes your hips.

"Nope." You lie, trying to fight back the smile.

"No?," he raises his eyebrows," how come I need to get you everything from the highest shelf in the kitchen? Or how come I need to wipe the dust away on the higher bookshelves? Or how come i need to lift you up every damn year to help you decorate the higher part of the Christmas tree? Or how-"

"- fine Bucky, I give up, i think we both know the point was made," you frown some more at him and try to take a step back from his smart-ass.

"Oh come on, baby. I was just messing with you," he instantly pulls you closer with his hands on your back, "I love that you are short."

"Really? And why is that?"

"Because," he grins at you," I can easily do this." He kisses your forehead, he basically just starts to attack your face with kisses. And it is enough to bring a huge, warm smile to both of your faces.

If being short means, that Bucky will kiss you crazy, you can definitively live with it, and pretty happily, may I add.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes

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rpmemes-galore · 3 months

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taylor swift : reputation album ... sentence starters

"Are you ready for it?"

"No one has to know."

"Call it what you want to."

"I wanna be your end game."

"Is it cool that I said all that?"

"I don't like your little games."

"I'm just gonna call you mine."

"Now all he thinks about is me."

"For you, I would cross the line."

"I let them think they saved me."

"My castle crumbled overnight."

"I'm doing better than I ever was."

"Look what you just made me do."

"But, darling, it's going to be okay."

"Gold cage, hostage to my feelings."

"All my flowers grew back as thorns."

"You should take it as a compliment."

"Touch me and you'll never be alone."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"Reputation precedes me, in rumors."

"But what can I say? You're gorgeous."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love."

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."

"Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share."

"Oh, damn, never seen that color blue."

"They say, 'She's gone too far this time!'"

"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose."

"You've ruined my life by not being mine."

"They fade to nothing when I look at him."

"Say my name and everything just stops."

"Just think of the fun things we could do."

"I never trust a playboy, but they love me."

"Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours."

"So why'd you have to rain on my parade?"

"The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

"I'm one call away whenever you need me."

"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing."

"Do the girls back home touch you like I do?"

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me."

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom."

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes."

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him."

"This is why we can't have nice things, darling."

"I once was poison ivy, but now, I'm your daisy."

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

"I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted."

"The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me."

"And there are no rules when you show up here."

"I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone."

"If life gets too good now, darling, it scares you."

"Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."

"I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming."

"Every love I've known in comparison is a failure."

"'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three."

"I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way."

"Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time."

"Younger than my exes, but he acts like such a man."

"He really knows me. Which is more than they can say."

"They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one."

"And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you."

"You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you."

"Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted."

"Some boys are trying too hard, he don't try at all, though."

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep."

"They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?"

"I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie."

"Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate."

"Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?"

"My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me."

"They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons."

"This is how the world works: you gotta leave before you get left."

"I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny."

"You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out, and threw a feast."

"You promise people the world, because that's what they want from you."

"We can't make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink."

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby."

"Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere."

"And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go… King of my heart, body and soul."

"I'm sorry, the old (name) can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!"

"I'll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe. Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home."

"There I was, giving you a second chance. But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand."

"I've been breaking hearts a long time and toying with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use."

"And I know I make the same mistakes every time. Bridges burn, I never learn... at least I did one thing right."

#taylor swift lyrics #sentence starters #rp meme

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 04

Role Play: Sexual Roleplaying involves acting out various sex scenarios with a partner while one or both parties are in character.

Pairing: Na Jaemin x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol!au, humor...?

Word Count: 1649 words

Warnings: oral and fingering (f receiving), role played cheating???, that poor imaginary bf gets kinda slandered tbh, Na Jaemin has a big dick, lowkey size kink, dirty talk, Reader is not good at comforting, please don't do this. For humorist purposes, it works in this story, but... sorry, I'm giggling as I'm typing this out. Just don't do this.

A/n: this is the absurdest thing I've ever written, and I actually screamed while writing it, but I wanted to try something new, so here it is. *forces a smile*

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

One could call you many bad things, for example messy because don't clean your room all the time, or inefficient when instead of working, you tap away on your phone one hour before lunch at the office, or even unfashionable for buying that one coat last fall – ugh. But there's one thing people can't say about you, and that's you being a bad girlfriend.

You are the girlfriend of Na Jaemin who is basically the love of your life, as cliché as that might sound. You met in primary school, crushed on each other during middle school, fell in love in high school, and started dating right after. There's not a thing that he doesn't know about you, and there's not a thing that you don't know about him. You trust each other, are attached by the hip, and love each other unconditionally.

Which leads to one tiny problem. Sharing a housing and a heart, you can obviously tell if Jaemin's feeling down, and that inevitably affects you as well. This time, it's something rather big and serious, and you've struggled quite the while with how to deal with it.

Jaemin always wanted to become a doctor. Ever since the day you met, he told you about how exciting it must be to save people's lives on the daily, how it must feel to be a literal hero. You'd always agreed and supported him, even when he realized that being a doctor is much more than just saving lives and feeling great, or when finals came around and you had to help him study like crazy to keep his grades high enough for medical school.

The crushing realization had dawned on him for quite some time, hence he's always avoided that topic with his parents. He knew that they'd probably want him to take over their company once he's old enough, and would therefore not support his dream of being a doctor (and yes, you've had a few outbursts of anger because who the fuck wouldn't prefer a doctor as a son?!).

Jaemin had always dreaded that day, and when it finally came along, he wasn't surprised. But that didn't make him any less disappointed.

Fast forward half a year, and Jaemin's grown accustomed to the lifestyle that comes with working at his father's company, he seems happy even, bringing home fun stories to tell over dinner.

You still feel like there's something missing.

And that brings us back to why people could never call you a bad girlfriend.

"Honey, I'm home," it sounds from the hallway, announcing the arrival of your sweet boyfriend Jaemin. You grin as you hear him take off his shoes and socks before stepping into the living room. He calls out for you again, the soft smacking of his naked soles against the wooden floor coming closer to the bedroom door.

"Baby?"

"Doctor, finally," you sigh, placing the back of your hand on your forehead. You're laying down on your bed, but you've removed all of the pillows and blankets and put out a big towel instead. Besides that, you're also wearing a hospital gown, and you just hope that this works and Jaemin never tries to guess where you got it.

"What are you doing?" Jaemin asks in amusement.

"Doctor, I really, really need your help. You have to save me, please," you whine, proud of your performance as you raise your head to watch Jaemin step towards you.

You clear your throat, "um, I think you should wear your coat, don't you think? It's hanging over there," you point at the white fabric that dangles from the clothing hanger attached to your wardrobe.

Jaemin chuckles, but complies, putting the thing on before turning back to you. You gulp, and mentally scold his parents for not letting him look like this every day of his life. "What seems to be the problem, b- uhh Miss?"

You suppress a smile, then clear your throat once again to get back into your role. "Well, I've never told anyone this before, but I think there might be something wrong with me."

"Ah, don't worry. There is probably nothing wrong with you, but I can surely check."

"Please, it's urgent. I can't concentrate anymore... the problem is that I can't cum," you lie, giving him the most innocent eyes you can muster. Jaemin presses his lips together, assumingely to hide his amusement before he catches himself.

"I'm sure a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend to take care of that."

"Unfortunately, no," you lie again, lips quivering. "I really need your help, Doctor."

"If that's all, I'm sure I can help you out with your problem. Though, due to the fact that this condition is a highly unusual thing for me to treat, your insurance won't cover the costs," Jaemin says, putting on a fake concerned expression as he raises his eyebrows.

"Please, I'll do anything! Tell me what I can do."

"Well, why don't we trade this fairly, one orgasm for another. Does that sound like a deal to you, Miss?"

You nod your head quickly.

"Okay, I will begin my treatment, then. Tell me if anything hurts, alright?"

"Mhm, yes!" Excitement bubbles through your veins as Jaemin steps even closer, looking at you.

"You're going to have to undress for me, Miss, or else I can't start with my examination."

"Oh, of course," you chirp, quickly ripping the gown off your body to reveal your bare body to Jaemin's eyes, who sucks in a breath at the sight. He studies your form as if it's really his first time seeing it, and you get even more aroused at the sight.

"No boyfriend, huh? What a shame. Or could it be that you actually do have one, but he can't satisfy you? That must be it, right?" Jaemin says, finally laying a hand on the soft skin of your thigh. The look in his eyes tells you exactly where he wants this to go.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I lied. Yes, you are correct. He just can't make me cum," you nod, biting your lower lip between your teeth.

"I knew it. What a naughty girl you are, letting another man touch you just because you're so greedy for an orgasm," Jaemin speaks lowly, a smile forming on his face that he can't hold back.

"Yes, I'm so, so naughty," you whisper, breath hitching as his hands travel over your exposed thighs.

"Then why don't you spread your legs and let me get to work? What do you prefer, tongue or fingers?"

"Doctor!" You moan at his lewd words, spreading your thighs immediately, then quietly add, "both..."

"Both it is," Jaemin mumbles, creating eye contact with you as he leans down to lick a fat stripe over your folds. You shiver, moaning out loudly at the sensation.

"Shh," Jaemin hushes you, "don't want anyone else in my office hearing what's going on in here, now do we?"

"N-no, I'm sorry," you mewl as he starts sucking on your clit, one of his fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly slipping inside. Your eyes roll back, fingers digging into the towel beneath you. Unfortunately for this role play, Jaemin knows exactly how to touch you, meaning you're nearing your orgasm faster than you'd hoped.

"S-stop, Doctor!"

He does, pulling back to take in your already fucked out form. "What is it? Are you cumming already?"

"N- uh- no! N-no! I wanted to say that- uh, this isn't working and we, um, should try something else..." You're actually proud of yourself for that lie.

"I see," Jaemin grins knowingly, but sits up anyway. "What else would you like to try?"

"Um... maybe you could f-fuck me?"

"Oh, fuck you?" Jaemin says loudly, making you feel a little embarrassed in the best way possible.

"Y-yes... you see, my boyfriend has a, um, a really small dick, it just can't satisfy me. And looking at you, I bet that yours is really, really big," you confess, batting your lashes at him who just grins. He gets up and takes off his pants to reveal the bulge that has formed in his boxers.

"Is this what you had in mind?"

"Mhm, yes. Fuck, Doctor, you're so big. Doesn't it get in the way of your work sometimes?"

Jaemin can't hold back a snicker, "sometimes."

He climbs over you to sit in between your spread legs, stroking himself a few times. You can feel your arousal dripping from your hole to soak into the towel. Both you and Jaemin know, though, that prepping you with only one of his fingers was not really enough to get you ready for him, and that thought excites you even more.

"I don't know if I can take it, Doctor," you admit, spreading your legs a little further for him.

"Oh, I know you can," Jaemin mumbles, lining himself up with your hole. Excitement rushes over your body, and you clench around nothing but the very tip of him as he slowly pushes insides.

With a loud groan from your throat, your walls struggle to adjust. He stretches you out further and further, his thumb on your clit just fueling into your orgasm.

"Doctor, I'm-" is all you can bring out before you feel yourself clamming down on his cock repeatedly. Your cheeks burn with blush as you cum just from him pushing his incredible size inside, your agape mouth letting some drool escape.

"Atta girl," Jaemin praises, as all you can respond with is a chorus of curse words.

"T-thank you, Doctor, f-finally," you stutter, completely overwhelmed with feeling so full, even though you've taken him hundreds of times.

"You came so good," Jaemin coos, bringing a hand up to stroke a strand of hair out of your face, "I bet you can do it again."

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tailsbeth-writes · 4 days

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Espresso martini, Henry and Liam. Hehehehe

I may write more about this in a Oneshot, it's actually given me some fun ideas! 😇

Henry will admit he's a little nervous as they walk to the bar. He might be clinging to Alex's hand like it's a life raft when they see Liam wave them over. Alex is grinning like the Cheshire cat though and it makes Henry's heart fuzzy.

‘ACD, bain of my life, how are ya?’ Liam drawls as he and Alex hug, slapping each other's backs. Henry can't help but think about them doing this as teenagers, after a lacrosse game. Match? Oh, mere details Henry can't bring himself to be bothered by.

They slide into the booth and Alex goes to order Henry's usual gin and tonic at the bar when he stops him.

‘Actually, make it an espresso martini. It's a special occasion, no?’ Henry cocks his brow because he knows it will drive Alex crazy, and by the way Alex bites his lip, it's working.

‘Make it two, I'm on vacation!’ Liam chirps in. Henry smiles at him and back at Alex who rolls his eyes and heads to the bar. Liam settles into the usual small talk with Henry, who is thankful when Liam gets into a long story about his flight to New York. They don't know each other super well, but Henry has managed much worse situations. If he can deal with a high tea with the Austrian ambassador who obsessed over clownfish, then this is nothing. When Alex comes back, he's got the two cocktails but is lacking a third drink.

‘I am so sorry but I need to run out. Work emergency, I would tell them to shove it but that would be six months do-’

‘Go, I'm here for a week dude. We'll catch up another night.’ Liam interrupts with a nonchalant shrug. Alex looks to Henry, who is playing with the anxiety ring June bought him to replace the signet ring.

‘Can you entertain Liam for this evening, baby?’

Henry takes a sip of his martini, he knows this is Alex’s polite way of saying ‘You can go home, it's okay.’

‘We’ll be fine, love. Go save the world or whatever it is you do all day.’ He teases before sliding out and giving him a parting kiss. Alex calls out a quick ‘be good’ with some finger guns and high tails it out the bar.

‘I forget how embarrassing he can be… how do you do it Henry?’

Henry barks a laugh and holds up his glass to toast.

‘To Alex Claremont-Diaz, the most idiotic man with the biggest heart.’

Liam clinks his glass with him and they gulp the deep brown cocktails.

‘He hasn't changed. Did he ever tell you about the time he brought the wrong underwear for after training?’

‘Tell. Me. Everything.’

*Several espresso martinis later*

Alex ❤️

almost home

did you get back okay?

Come drink with us!

Still at Martie’s.

Baby, its almost midnight

Dont you have a call at 8am?

Pez says

it's ok

Ok?

Oh Henry how many have you had

only a few

The bartender gave us some free shots

Lovely chap

Coming to pick you up sweetheart 😂

Hows Liam?

But you've got me Alex

We're married darling.

You don't need to pick me up

So silly ❤️❤️❤️

Oh youre so gone

Liam is calling Spencer

He's going to propose when he arrives on Wednesday

How romantic!!

Wait he told you that?

Yeah

He told me lots

I know all about your 'straight' boy days

I am never letting you two drink alone again

#ficlet friday #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfic #henry fox mountchristen windsor #tailsbeth writes

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