mermaidwax

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sweet Pumpkin Chapter 5

Summary:  Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Warnings: mentions of past violence and past sexual assault, language, physical intimacy, eventual smut

**curvy reader

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Their relationship very quickly progressed after that.  Neither of them saw any point in waiting any longer when they both felt good about themselves and where the relationship was taking them together.  Bucky moved into her apartment, not bringing much of anything with him since he loved her stuff so much.  He only went on missions every once in a while, and only ones that were more stealth or surveillance.  He was tired, both physically and mentally, and ready for a slower, cozier life to settle into.

The hardest part was getting over the fact that she had other clients that she was helping and close with.  He met most of them in passing as they came in for appointments and he would disappear into the back rooms to let her work.  The jealousy of knowing that she was physically close with others like she’d been with him was hard to stomach, but his rational brain knew better than to fixate on the idea.  That was until she shut the door hard after a fairly new client he hadn’t met one day.  

Bucky opened the bedroom door and walked through the hallway to the main living room, finding Y/N hugging herself and leaning against the front door looking unhappy.  “Pumpkin?” he said, walking up to her.  “What’s wrong?”

Y/N shook her head and then rubbed her face harshly.  “I think I’m going to have to fire my newest client,” she said tiredly.

“Why?” Bucky asked, reaching up and grasping her hands.

Y/N looked up at him worriedly.  “Because he keeps pushing the contract boundaries.”

Bucky immediately became enraged.  He had to sign a contract when he first started working with her, and the rules and boundaries were extremely clear.  Y/N was a consummate professional, never pushing the boundaries beyond what was specifically listed within the contract.  She was friendly with her clients, as she had been with Bucky, but the second he had expressed feelings toward her she had ended their working relationship, she just so happened to reciprocate his feelings.  “Who is he?  What did he do?” he asked, trying to keep the anger and bitterness in his tone at bay.

Y/N sighed, and he could see she was upset but trying to keep her emotions under control.  “Helmut Zemo.  Retired Sokovian special ops.  He’s been very pushy about getting straight to the cuddling part, and just…” she swallowed harshly.  “He keeps giving me lingering touches on intimate parts of my body.”

Bucky inhaled deeply, his hands almost shaking as they held hers.  “Where?” he whispered, looking her over.

“My face,” she blinked rapidly to keep her oncoming tears back, her voice starting to wobble.  “My lower back, close to my butt.  And…” she paused, her lips trembling as she shut her eyes tight.  “He touched my breast.  He tried to play it off as an accident but…he squeezed it,” she released Bucky’s hands and hugged herself around her chest again.  

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his frown making his brow hurt from how tense he was.  He lifted his hands and cupped Y/N’s face, making her look at him.  Her tears started to fall and he quickly swept them away with his fingers.  “You’re going to call him,” he said, keeping his voice even and quiet, “and tell him that you’re voiding his contract for inappropriate behavior and touching.  If he decides to be an ass about it, I’ll take care of it.”

“Buck, you don’t have to–”

“Believe me, pumpkin,” he leaned down and kissed her nose.  “I’d love to.”

Y/N called the client a few minutes later, gripping Bucky’s hand tightly.  “Hey beautiful,” his voice rang out through the speakerphone.  

“You can’t call me that, Zemo,” she said simply.  “I’m just calling to inform you that our contract is officially void as of this moment, and I won’t be taking you as a client anymore.”

“Excuse me?” Zemo asked, his European accented voice angry.  

“Our sessions are canceled.  I will not be working with you,” Y/N said firmly.  

“And why may I ask?” Zemo sneered.

“For inappropriate behavior and touching,” she explained.  “Goodbye.”

“Y/N–” 

She hung up the phone and blocked his number, sighing heavily.  Bucky hugged her tightly.  “Good job, pumpkin.  I’m proud of you.  If he ever even looks your way again, you tell me and I’ll handle it.”

Y/N snorted.  “My big bad super soldier boyfriend is gonna come to the rescue?”

“Always,” Bucky said, kissing the top of her head.

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess @cjand10 @railmesebstan @danzer8705

[ilovefictionalman21]

Rick Grimes is a man devoted to his family, he would do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Whatever it takes.

After Lori's dead Rick never thought he would found someone else,or let alone feel anything.

But then he did, Rick found you...

You joined the group,in fact just wandering around and Carl invited you to join the group. Which you agreed to.

Rick shouldn't feel the way he is feeling. You are younger ...much younger. And the same age or close in age as his son. Which makes it more (he shouldn't) feeling.

It was just a slow start,with him telling you to not wander off too far and stick with the group. Not to get too much close where walkers used to roam around.

Not to go out at night,or sneak out without him knowing..at first it was just a small acts and warnings like he is a father.. (but who would know it turned out to be much more)

One night,it changes..Rick snapped when he sees a boy trying to kiss you. And that boy not being his son..even if that boy is his son he would have courage to swallow up his feelings.

And now..he is covering your mouth while his digits buried deep inside your soaking cunt, wet from arousal..(him having his way with you while everyone is asleep)

"Didn't I tell you not to interact with him too much?" "He can't do this..." "You...your pussy need someone who knows what they're doing" "Gosh you're such a needy little slut...getting wet from an old man like me touching you" "shh..quiet sweetgirl you don't want anyone to know what's happening right?"

His mouth near your ear,pinning you down to your bed while he just do whatever he wants with you.

[This is my first time writing like this TvT, I was watching TWD and couldn't help it anymore. Rick has a hold on me....should I make it into fic with long chapters?]

[in-ghost-we-trust]

No dew on the morning grass

Chapter 2

Dewdrop x reader

Rain x reader???

A rewrite of twilight new moon

When dew left you crumbled into pieces, you've blocked out everyone

Rain = jacob???

Swiss = mike???

Also so very sorry this is so bad I'm on my phone not my computer, I haven't used my phone to post somthing on tumblr in years and I've completely forgot how to find bold and italics so pleaseeee don't judge I'm working with what I got

You haven't left your room in days, why should you? He's left and there's nothing else for you out of this room. When you do let yourself think, you realize that it sounds mean seeing how you have the rest of your friends, rain primaril. He was your best friend since he was summoned, you"ve been to peas in a pod ever since.

The first couple of days you didn't leave your room, he'd tried and tried to get in or you to come out, just anything, somthing. After you never did he would sit outside your door and tell you about his day, any stunts swiss pulled, mountains new flower beds for spring. He'd never get a reply but he could hear you shuffle out of bed to sit on the other side of the door, head pressed to the cool wood. You listened to him, took everything in. Anything he told you, you'd think about it when your mind wasnt on dew. As much as you wanted to open up that door and see rain, as much as you wanted his embrace, his familiar face, his safety, you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Your room was your salvation, no questions, no looks, you could just sleep, forget or dive into your grief, make yourself feel all the pain again and again. The pain was the only reminder that he was real, when mountain brought you back the pictures you had hanging from a line of fairy lights were gone, the blanket he got you for Christmas? Gone. All the shells he had dived into the lake by the abbey for you? Gone. It was as if wherever he had gone he had tied strings to anything that would directly remind you of him and tied them to himself and walked away.

You were in your bed when you heard it, the lock of your door being wiggled and a soft click, you weren't facing the door, you couldn't see who was comming in. Did you even want to look? You shut your eyes praying whoever this was would think you were asleep. A soft creak at the end of your bed sent a shiver down your spine, it didn't cross your mind it might be a creep or a werido until then. Staying still you heard soft foot steps and some rustling next to you. Your bed was about four feet from the window, you and dew had picked out a rocking chair when you both decided which one of your rooms to stay in when you became a couple. You hear it quietly creak like someone was sitting in it and rocking back and forth. A hand brushed stray pieces of hair away from your forehead, you fought the instinct to shoot your eyes open. The hand was cool and remind you of the smoothness of a rock. The hand left your skin and footsteps lead to the bathroom, the sound of water and more creaks towards you sounded in your ears. Your arm is lifted and a cold rag ran over it, you haven't even noticed you were burning hot, the rag moved to your other arm and the sheets you had covering you were moved away and you could feel the coolness of water run over your legs and stop just above your knee, at least whoever this is, is respectful. You heard a little drip drop of water and felt wetness on your face, gentle and safe, like you would wash a small child after they fell off their bike in the mud. It leaves your face and you don't feel anything else until a small part of your hair is moved, like someone trying to play with it. The rocking chair creeks and sounds like it is being pulled closer to the bed more than the window. You buck up enough to open your eye enough to look asleep and to see whoever it was.

Rain sat there looking at you, fingers fidgeting with the tips of your hair. You shut your one eye again. You relax a little bit but your brain starts to wonder. How long has he been doing this? How did you never notice? You decide to flip on your stomach to face him more, you feel his hands snatch away and a sharp intake of breath. You pretend to mumble somthing. You hear a shaky exhale and him starting to talk "I couldn't sleep again, swiss thinks it's werid for me to be here but I have to know your okay, I miss you so much ______ I mean everyone does but everyone has someone else" your stomach drops "cumulus and cirrus and sunshine, aether and swiss, mountains always been more to himself but me? I don't have you anymore" you feel like crying, you've been so caught up with your own heartache you've caused one "whenever you're okay and come back, I'll be there, as much as you need me" thank satan you had your eyes closed because if not tears would have been running down your face. You don't know what to do, you feel you have to do somthing. You "mumble" in your "sleep" again and stretch a arm out from under your head and let it flop on the arm of the rocking chair. You feel his hand take yours, it was a awkward angle but it was nice to feel his skin on your own. "I miss you so much _____" he whispers and traces your hand with his index finger. You actually do start to fall asleep with his voice as a lullaby. When you wake he's not there, your door is locked and there's no rag by your bed, no water, the rocking chair back in its spot. No evidence of him, just like dew.

Thanks to @the-fem1n1ne-urge for commenting, it really gave me motivation to write

Also sorry for no word count I'm writing this in tumblr and not my normal word docs

[straight-2-heaven]

Chapter 1.

( [F/N] = Fake name ) ( [F/L/N) = Fake last name ) ( [F/C] = Favourite colour ) Perhaps normally you'd be laying in your expensive, lavish bed; reaping the rewards of your well sought out job. Enjoying yourself, laptop open as you scrolled through Shitflix, or perhaps emails, lights dimmed so if you wished you could sleep. You were a well known detective. Or perhaps hacker. You had several titles, all given by some client, it didn't matter anymore. Doing people's dirty work came easy to you - and being smart as hell didn't make it any harder. It ranged from finding out if someone's girlfriend was cheating, to helping local police precincts catch some murderer. As much as you enjoyed it, the fame, the fun. You found yourself bored, craving more from your life. No longer satisfied from a successful review, or a sum of cash. You needed excitement. Something more dangerous. Not tonight, however. Tonight you held a letter high above yourself, examining it with wide eyes. You had read through it maybe about a hundred times; but it didn't stop you from reading it all over again.

"To [F/L/N] [F/N], We hope this letter finds you well. As of [REDACTED], it has come up that we need your assistance. A rather large threat has surfaced, going by the name of 'Red Leader'. Members of MI6 have attempted in vain to put a stop to the leader, but all people who attempted turned up dead merely days later. If you are willing to assist us, please make a trip to the parliament building in London, Palace of Westminster. We await for your response,"

A wide, toothy grin tugged at the ends of your mouth as you tossed the letter down onto your desk, standing up from your office chair, back cracking in protest. "So- old prime minister needs my help? For something as big as this?" You mused aloud to nobody in particular, walking to your closet briskly. The door to your closet flung open, and the moment it was you tugged on [F/C] suitcase, yelping as you were sent back a bit when it was unlogged. "Guess 'm going to London." You said firmly, shoving what you could into the suitcase, grin never wavering. This had ought to be interesting, no?

[kawaii-queen-kaiju]

🎵I have died in your arms tonight🎵

Angel of Death/Jason Todd AU

(Prev. Chapter)

Jason came to in the Batcave medbay, his chest aching with phantom pains. He sat up, groaning at the feeling.

"Rest, Master Jason. You lost quite a lot blood… somehow…"

As always, Alfred appeared, timing impeccable. He fluffed Jason's pillow, standing it up behind him so that he could sit up. "What happened?" His head felt fuzzy, like it was stuffed with cotton.

Bruce rounded the corner, followed by Dick wringing his hands. "That's what we'd like to know. Dick found you in a pool of your blood, not a scratch on you. And yes, we checked. It was yours."

Jason buried his face in his hands. His memory was spotty. He remembered… a girl? With wings? Probably a blood loss hallucination… even though he's not wounded. Yet somehow he lost enough blood to need a transfusion, going by the blood bags.

"Y'know what? I don't even care. I have class tomorrow, so, I'm out."

Bruce stepped forward and put a hand on Jason's chest. "Jason, no. We need to figure out who did this and why."

Jason scoffed and batted Bruce's hand away. "Okay? So do it. I'm leaving." He stood up, brushing by the other men in the room. The odd feeling was already dissipating. He's fine.

(Next Chapter)

[deadghosy]

You: Robin get tf off the fridge.

Robin: no

You: uh, I know damn well you didn’t say no to me mister?

Robin: well guess whAt, I did. BITCH!-

You:

[abixsupernova]

BLØØDSHOT, chapter one OUT SOON ON AO3

[greeen-bean]

Chapter Four Thoughts:

I think Rowan and Jimmy should be allowed to kiss, just for funnsies

Lister Bird I know what you are

BLISS MY BELOVED I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN ROWAN CAN I PROMISE

[crossoversareawesome]

(Stuck in the backrooms) yandere various characters from different fandoms x Kaede Akamatsu

Chapter 1

The pressure was too much, Kaede felt tears fall down her cheeks then onto her bed. Her friend Shuichi had gotten executed earlier that day all because of the plan she had come up with.

She thought she had it planned out perfectly but something went wrong and now both Rantaro and Shuichi , her best friend, are dead.

Taking a deep breath Kaede got up and  tripped on something, making her fall into the wall. Groaning Kaede forced herself up, her room had gotten brighter so it took a few moments for her to adjust.

Kaede froze when she wasn’t met with the small room in the school but a yellow wall.

“W-what the hell?” She blurted out in confusion. Looking the other way was another room that looked identical to the one she was in.

The walls were a faded yellow and the buzzing sound that came from the lights sounded awful. In confusion she walked into the other room and realized that there were multiple entrances to other rooms; some looked mildly different and the others looked exactly the same as the one she was in.

Maybe she was dreaming and maybe if she ran into the wall she’d wake back up back in her room. Taking a deep breath Kaede charged at the wall and……she wasn’t met with the comfort of her room instead a warehouse that seemed endless with puddles scattered around.

[tellingfnaf]

“Her Perspective”

Chapter 2:

June, 1983.

I was closely observing the gigantic fluffy robots that had just finished a show, when I met him. He was younger than me and was hugging a plushy, trying to tell me something with his eyes.

-Hm, hello?

The little boy didn’t answer. He kept staring at me.

-Hey, what do you want?

His eyes started watering because I yelled at him. The crying child ran and hid under a table, still holding the teddy bear. I think it was supposed to be a miniature of the big Fredbear, perhaps an early model.

-Cassidy! There you are, I was looking for you!- Charlie said, showing up a few seconds after the boy left. Behind her was a tall and slim doll figure that followed her around when Henry wasn’t close. Looked like a marionette or something. It creeped me out a little.

-Why were you looking for me?

-Well, tonight the first birthday party will happen here! Fredbear’s Family Diner’s first official party!- She said excited.

-Oh, is this an invitation? Sorry, Charlie. I’m not a fan of parties.

That was true, crowed rooms used to irritate me. She was extremely disappointed, hoping that I would show up. But I never went to that event, even with her begging me. Nobody was there for the little girl that night. And that’s was the last time I saw her face. After a couple of weeks of her disappearance, Charlotte Emily was presumed dead. Henry, along with the man, continued with the diner. Not for long though, a month after Charlie was gone, a kid was killed by an animatronic. Some people said it was Fredbear, others said it was the Yellow Bunny. He died at the hospital and Fredbear’s Family Diner was closed for good. But I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to know where was she.

Previous Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/tellingfnaf/761178016308133888/her-perspective

[abybweisse]

Ch210, Synopsis and preorder

Kobo's synopsis for the chapter suggests the kids spend the chapter looking for this exit and then Oliver stalling at the water's edge.

It also asks whether the kids all die there, but that's highly unlikely, given that someone should survive from their group....

But it's definitely a short chapter, as it's still just listed for preorder, but the price has already been reduced, which is what happens with extremely short chapters. 😞

I was excited about it saying March 17th, but I'm also aware publication of this series isn't on Sundays. The following page says the 18th, as expected.

Preordered now.

[overlookedfile]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Original Male Character Characters: Viggo Grimborn, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Abduction, Mildly Dubious Consent, Alfred Molina - Freeform, Bondage, Trauma, Variable chapter length, canon-typical anachronisms, the httyd world is broken, so many things shouldn't work the way they do, and it's giving me an aneurysm to reconcile it Summary:

"Viggo Grimborn," the man growled softly in his ear, "a bounty has been placed on your head by Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk and the Hooligan tribe, for the crimes of theft and murder. Your freedom is forfeit."

~

[ponds-of-ink]

…Huh, A New Speedstorm Chapter (Chapter 2 - The Doctor’s Orders)

A lot shorter than the last one, but only because the actual gameplay’s been a bit tedious (personally). But hey, at least I get to write for this version of Doctor Finkelstein. That’s something I never thought I’d be doing this year.

I guess consider these next couple of chapters “filler/slice of life at the Speedstorm Arena” snippets until something crazier happens in-game.

For those who were expecting a follow up to the last one, sorry for the wait.

-

Two days had already flown by in the Speedstorm Arena. Multiple racers from different teams ran in and out of Oogie’s go-kart gauntlet. Aladdin proved himself decent enough to win a medal first try, Cecilia charged in and took back three medals, and Mickey—being the Star Racer—aced any race that Oogie dished out for him.

The only issue was that the system manager was already running out of steam.

Oh, sure, every racer was leveling up as fast as they could. Not even Arbee could deny that, with all the stat changes she had to calculate.

But the recommendations from the top were coming in less and less. Almost as if the challenge Oogie set was too draining.. Or the fees he set up at each track’s gate were too high. Honestly, either idea sounded plausible.

Nevertheless, Mickey stood at the blue-chained gate. He leaned back against the cobblestone wall, letting his eyes stare at the scarlet sky. “Just a couple more hours,” he thought to himself. “Then I can do the last two races tonight. We’ve done all that we can today.”

Even with that reminder, he still let out a tired sigh. Everyone was so close now, but was it already too late? Was Oogie going to win because of those fees?

Faint creaking buzzed Mickey’s right ear. He looked to see a familiar face strolling towards the gate. “Doctor Finkelstein?” he called out in surprise. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be back at the main hub?”

Doctor Finkelstein stopped right beside Mickey. He held out a piece of blue construction paper. Only a stern look told Mickey that this could very well be urgent.

Mickey cautiously took the paper. Scribbles of bone-white chalk instantly caught his eye. They were lines and boxes with little numbers on them, much like the maps back at the Arena’s directories. Except, this time, they were multiple notes from the Doctor himself. “I need more levels” read one, pointing to a particular box near the halfway mark. “Tell your manager to skip these— They are useless now” was another instruction, pointing to several on the map. But the one that shocked Mickey most of all was this: “Either your manager pays these fines, or failure is extremely likely.” What made it truly unnerving was the ever-familiar symbol of those Gold Membership tokens. Which, in his mind, could mean just one thing.

“B-But, Doctor!” Mickey stammered out at last. “You’ve heard about how she is with those Gold Memberships! She’s only bought one once, and that was on accident! Are you sure this is the only way we can defeat Oogie?”

The doctor paused for a moment, then nodded firmly. He was (mostly) certain.

Mickey’s shoulders slumped. He put a hand to his head and sighed. “I’ll tell Arbee about your suggestions,” he said glumly. “I just hope there’s another way.”

Finkelstein simply turned away and wheeled back down the path. There was no need for the Star Racer to sound like that wretched girl. Not when everything was riding on his ability to communicate.

[straight-2-heaven]

Chapter 2.

The ride to the airport, and the plane ride was boring, disappointingly so. But, you were sure things would be well worth it by the time you were done. Catch a dictator in the making. Help him get his jailtime (or execution). Get into danger trying to see what he looked like. Be known as a hero. The perfect plan, in your mind. You'd be a world-star. A hero. And live to tell the tale! Stepping out of the lightened interior of the airport into the dark London, you had but one thing on your mind. Sleep. Yeah. You were tired as fuck. As much as you knew perhaps you should head straight to see the prime minister, the idea of resting your head on some pillow was making it difficult to think of anything else. As much as you wanted to get the best house on the London market, you assumed it'd be wise to 'lay low'. After an hour of walking around whilst scrolling through houses for sale, you found one for dirt cheap. The owner was a man named 'Edd Gold'. It seemed sketchy, but it looked nice enough. Only problem was there was (including Edd) four people there already. But, to be honest, in your eyes it simply made things more interesting, for all you know one of those four could be the Red leader. Before showing up to the house, you felt it smart to buy a few, small cameras. As much as you'd like to show them you trusted the four residing there, to convince yourself to trust them fully would be stupid. You wouldn't put them in their rooms, of course, or the bathrooms, just.. around. Where they wouldn't be able to see them.

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Adam/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

Characters: Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Kindergarden Teacher Adam, CEO Lucifer, Single Depressed Dad Lucifer, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Dont be put off by the prologue this will be adamsapple, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary:

Lucifer’s life lacks romance and really everything else. All he has is work and his daughter Charlie. But when his eight year old brings home a random man who claims to be the kindergarden teacher at the elementary school she goes to, things slowly start to change.

[I.E Ian has been watching too many k-dramas again]

[deadghosy]

How will the black phone boys react that their s/o secretly working at a maid cafe

Being confused:

Finney:are you cleaning for someone

—————————————————

Billy: what are you doing here?

Makes you flustered/annoyed at work:

Robin: damn bebé you looking kinda hot-

You: STFU *throws broom*

—————————————-

Vance: if you’re a maid, can you clean my room?

You:….fuck no and fuck you. *pulls up middle finger

And then there’s him:

Bruce: haha lol I’m so posting this on my insta. *snap*

You: