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jennas-stuffs · 10 months

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our little secret: mission impossible

TW: unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hickey-making, nipple-sucking, brief head (fem receiving), fluff, fem reader.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut so i’m definitely open to tips and constructive criticism 😭

i can’t believe i’m saying this but im actually excited about a college class this year. i’ve always loved criminology, i watched basically every tv series there is containing it growing up. so it’s safe to say i didn’t hate the actual subject my last three years, i just hated the professor. ok sure i doze off every now and then but i know my stuff. it’s just that, he doesn’t believe i do. just because he’s some super genius only a year older than me and already teaching people doesn’t mean that he gets to be the only smart one. enough about him because my complaints have finally been heard and the administration finally finally let me switch classes. i can finally be rid of him. i walk into class with my head up high only to find my posture slump down and my smile fade into a frown.

“hello again y/n, you didn’t think you would get rid of me that easily huh?”

what the actual fuck. what the fuck happened.

“i thought i was switching classes.” i say with my jaw shut tight

“i promised the admins that they wouldn’t have to do all that because i would make it work. also it doesn’t look too good for me when one of my students transfers out my class because we were having ‘altercations.’

the sound of every word out of his mouth is almost identical to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. i nod so he can shut up and angrily stomp to a seat. out of spite, i nap my way through his class and to my surprise i wake up to the sound of the bell signaling my next class. i wake up confused, “why didn’t he wake me up? he always does, he loves disturbing my beauty sleep.” i shake it off and pick up the class paperwork i’ll have to make up along with my homework. a week passes by with undisturbed sleep, this is just getting weird. maybe this is what he meant by making it work. if it is, i’ll have to stay i expected more from him. hes so professional and strict, as would anyone expect coming from an ex-fbi agent. i mean this guy literally saw people die in front of him, and didn’t one of the serial killers set him up to be put in jail? what does he think he’s doing letting me sleep in his class? i should confront him. if he wants me in his class, he’s gonna have to earn it. he thought he could have the easy way out with me, oh no no no. i make a plan to set an appointment with him at the end of the day.

his office is neat and organized like i expected. too bad his freakishly tidy desk is gonna get a glimpse of this sleep deprived, angsty, college student.

we sit down and he quickly releases an exhale.

“so i’m assuming this meeting is about our non-existent altercations, because your grades are great, y/n. i haven’t started a feud just yet so what’s going on?”

i stand up rapidly, pushing my seat backwards. i slam my hand on his desk, leaving a mark on his papers, not like i care though.

“good job figuring that one out professor genius. so listen up. if you think just letting me sleep thorough your class is gonna prevent me from complaining to the admins again, think again. you probably think this is the easy way out so you don’t have to actually work it out with me well guess what. that’s extremely unprofessional. and in all honesty i expected more from you. im disappointed, professor reid. i guess your retired days from the fbi really tore you down huh? you don’t have that same spark in you- you”

“i know about your nightmares y/n.”

…

“what?”

“i’m retired from the fbi, correct. from the behavioral analysis unit. i can still profile people you know. from what i’ve noticed, you barley get any sleep and run on coffee. the work you miss in class you use as an excuse to stay up late at night to procrastinate on the sleep you know will wake you up in cold sweat the next morning. the only good sleep you seem to get, is the one in my class. see, i used to mind the fact that you were just sleeping though my lectures but it’s never interfered with your grade. so, i figured since it’s your last year of college and all i would allow my period to be your nap time.”

…

i sit down shamefully and shrink in my seat. i’m so embarrassed. he was just trying to help me and i snapped at him. i feel like an idiot.

“im so sorry. and thank you. thank you so much.”

one more word and i’ll burst out crying. i quickly pick up my bag and head for the door. but my wrist is grabbed by a warm hand.

“wait, y/n?”

i turn around to meet his eyes and pray he doesn’t notice the extra liquid in them.

i clear my throat, “yes professor reid?”

my wrist hasn’t been released yet.

“are you getting help for the- you know.”

“um i used to when i was little and it helped and they went away, but it came back.”

“when?”

“since i started college.”

“can you sit back down please, i just want to talk.”

here he is being so helpful and i’ve been hating him this whole time. when he wasn’t worried for my grades, he was worried for my sleep, and when he isn’t worried for my sleep, he’s worried for my mental health. i feel like such a petty bitch.

my wrist is released and we sit down.

we talk for hours and hours and he tells me stories of when he was an agent. i’ve never laughed so much in my life. we trade in our top worst and best moments in our lives when he realizes…

“wait so, sorry, if this is crossing a line and feel free to not answer but you’ve had boyfriends. but you’ve never had sex?”

“yeahh that’s accurate. it’s just everytime i think about someone seeing me naked i just get tense, like, just the thought of it makes me squirm.”

“so you have body image issues?”

“woww way to be slick with that one profiler, but sure, i guess.”

he laughs. and this laugh was different from all the other ones because it was this laugh i realized i don’t hate his voice anymore. it actually sounds, nice.

“so you’re telling me you’ve tried everything, all your therapists have given you medication and nothing really stuck?”

“i’m a lost cause doc.”

“don’t say that.”

…

“you know you haven’t tried everything.”

“sex makes me barf. no way.”

“hey a pretty girl like you can easily find some college guy to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded y/n.”

“mhm because you’ve had so much experience.”

his face goes pink.

“how did you know?”

“what? no i was kidding. wait. you’ve never had sex either? YOU HYPOCRITE!”

“it’s much easier said than done.”

“hey, a handsome guy like yourself can easily find some girl to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded professor.”

“spencer”

“what?”

“in my office, you can call me spencer”

“okay, spencer, how about we make a deal.”

“what kind of deal?” he says with a raised eyebrow

“the first to have sex is the better person because they are not a hypocrite.”

“that sounds like mission impossible but. ok. fine. deal.”

“REALLY? i was just joking but OKAY DEAL.”

we shake hands and i go back to my dorm and sleep. i slept, better, that night.

we check in with each other everyday to see if the other person won yet.

“has mission impossible been completed professor?”

“nope. what about you y/n?”

“nope.”

that’s not all we did, though. we went out to cafes to talk about life and how us virgins are channeling that sex energy into some other thing. seeing professor reid, i mean spencer, outside of school was weird. all of sudden his eyes were easier to look into. i just couldnt get enough of them. it was like i was drowning in them. don’t get me started on that voice paired with that cute face. i could just snuggle myself up into each word that came out of his mouth. but we had that same check up conversation everyday after class for a whole month until…

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you free by the end of the day i wanna talk to you in my office”

“what happened to meeting up at the cafe? wait. did i miss an assignment? i’m so sorry i’ll make it up i swear.”

he smiles and laughs. that beautiful laugh. “no no i just wanna talk in a more private setting. you know how people can eavesdrop in cafes.”

“oh yeah sure i’ll see you then.”

“see you.”

WHY DID I SAY SURE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. THAT WHOLE REASON WHY I NEEDED US TO BE IN A CAFE WAS BECAUSE IT WAS PUBLIC. i can’t help myself when i see him. i know it’s wrong because he’s my teacher but he’s just a year older? i’m trying to justify these feelings for him but i can’t. i can’t help it. he’s so nice to me and i don’t deserve it, i just wanna repay him. no,nonononono. i can’t. not in that way. i have a meeting with him and it’s in his office so it’s strictly professional.

…

“hey y/n”

“hi professor”

he raises an eyebrow.

“hi spencerr, ” i say as i roll my eyes.

“ok good so uh.”

he pulls his chair and adjusts mine so that we’re sitting face to face, with no desk in the middle. god, this is gonna be a long meeting for me.

“i think we’re gonna have to switch your class”

“what?! why! we just started getting along don’t ruin it now!”

truthfully, i wouldn’t mind. all this tension i felt would definitely tone down if i didn’t see him so much. but i wanna see him, i love the butterflies he give me. it’s just so annoying i can’t do anything to ‘relieve’ them.

“well we’re just too friendly now, there’s barley any teacher-student boundaries.”

“are you serious. YOU’RE THAT ONE THAT INSISTS I CALL YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.”

he smiles “it’s not only that”

“you’ve chewed up my heart by making me switch classes, so, spit it out.”

“i think i like you.”

my heart feels like it’s gonna pop out of my chest, my pussy throbes and my stomach get butterflies. i get this overwhelming feeling of kissing him. but i can’t. we can’t. we shouldn’t. i look to the door and i look back at him. i stand up and walk up to the door, and lock it. i close the blinds and look at him.

“i like you too spencer.”

he grabs me by the waist and pins me to the door. we’re half a centimeter away from each others lips. looking at each others eyes and looking back down at each others lips.

“we shouldn’t.”

he nods, “we shouldn’t”

we slam each others lips against each other, making me let out the dirtiest of moans. he looks down on me and watches me unfold underneath him.

“you’re just a hot mess for me hm?”

i whimper and notice the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify. it’s a hot steamy make out scene in his pretty little office, and i wonder how badly we can mess it up.

“spencer?” i gasp, barley having enough breath between kisses.

“fuck. say my name again please y/n.”

i moan, “spencer”

“again baby”

i cry out “spencer”

he says in his sweet voice “yes y/n?”

“fuck me.” i say in a whimper

and with those two words he kicks off his shoes and kisses me again. i mirror him taking off his clothes, working is way down, and up. once we’re both completely stripped he takes a second to look me up and down.

“you’re beautiful. all this time you’ve been hiding this?”

he bends his knees in front of me and kisses my breasts. i giggle at the feeling it gives me, similar to a tickle. he is just so sweet it melts me. while making out we move to his desk, where he pushes all his papers to the floor. he lays me down and my skin winces at the coldness of the wood. he’s sucks on my top lip, bottom lip, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, making his way down to my nipples. i whimper, feeling his tongue go around in circles. i let out a loud moan, almost a scream, and notice the sudden arch my back went into when he starts to suck. he plans to leave every intimate place on my body with a hickey.

“you wanna leave marks on me spencer?”

he nods, making his way to the other nipple.

it’s just the sound of my whining and his sucking in his office, he breaks the silence for a second.

“i wanna show everyone you’re mine.”

then immediately goes back to sucking.

“my neck shows that enough-mm- spencer.”

“spencer… ohh spencer”

“yes y/n”

“feel me.”

that seems to have gotten him to stop sucking and he sticks to fingers up my throbbing pussy. i whimper at the motion.

“so wet, all of this for me?”

“mhm all for you”

he moves his fingers up and down, making me become a moaning, whining, whimpering, ‘hot’, mess again.

“spencer?”

“yes baby”

“i need you inside me.”

he looks down on me and suddenly the innocent light in his eyes disappear, witnessing a dark cloudy haze rolling in, covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?”

too far deep in the storm that is his eyes to speak, i simply nod. plus, that “oh yeah?” left me FOLDED.

he leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thighs, making me squirm. i feel the heat on his breath when he sticks out his tongue and sucks my core. he sits up and holds his dick, moving the the tip up and down against my folds.

“damn it spencer,” sounding like a whining brat, “stick it in already.”

he slams it in, thrusting forcefully, but slowly.

“faster.”

“yes baby”

i moan, grabbing his hair for support while my back arches even more, begging for more.

he speeds up, faster and faster, filling the office with the sound of unholy clicking, and not the type of clicking that comes from a clock. wet clicking.

i keep moaning his name…

“spencer, spencer, spencer?, oh fuck spencer, yes, please, fuck, fuck, spencer, i’m gonna cum im gonna cum, spencer.”

my head jolts back as he rails me through my orgasm.

…

now we’re laying on top of each other on his, now, filthy desk, covered in our cum and sweat. as we catch our breath i say unconsciously out loud,

“oh shit.”

i feel his laugh vibrating from his chest to mine.

“no, spencer, this is bad.”

“why?”

i sit up now realizing the mistake i made. he mirrors my action with a concerned expression.

“isn’t there some kind of rule in the university’s handbook that forbids students from having sexual relations with their teachers? i mean that’s considering that an average professor would be much older than them, usually it would be illegal anyways. do you think they would make some sort of exception? wait, do you think we’d have to tell them? will i get suspended? will you loose your job? oh my god, ok. so what if… what?”

he keeps staring at me rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face that’s suppressing a laugh.

“whattt?”

“you know no one has to know about this, right?”

“but what if someone finds out?”

“y/n, what time did i have you come meet me in this office?”

“7pm”

“mhm.”

my eyes widen at the realization.

“ok so you made me come over when you knew the office would be closed just so you could confess your feelings to me, in your office, when the building was closed and everyone went back home?”

“yeah.”

“you know you could’ve just invited me over to your place. you didn’t have to make it so complicated.”

“well our situation is complicated, and if we want to continue to explore this ‘situation,’ we’re gonna have to be sneaky.”

i feel my face heating up.

“soo your likee my secret loverrrr”

he cracks a smile.

“i guess this’ll be our little secret.”

…

after we get back in our clothes and walk out together to our cars, he turns to me and says,

“hey y/n, have you completed mission impossible?”

“yup, what about you?”

“yeah, same.”

😱😱😱 THE END 😱😱😱

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alittlebitofloveliness · 1 month

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The Outsiders and Attachment

Ohhhhhkay y'all I finished my human development final two hours ago (we love exams that end at 10pm) and I'm currently functioning on two hours of sleep and and a wee bit of hysteria but part of my cramming studying today was focused on attatchment styles and it was super easy for me to link these to the outsiders so here you go (Im sleep deprived and a psych nerd so this might get rambly and chaotic and hard to follow and LONG- you have been warned)

Ok SO first a shit ton of background info because I love psych. Basically there was this experiment conducted by this psychologist lady Mary Ainsworth and her goal was to measure and catalogue attatchment in infants so she set up this 'strange situation' experiment which (coles notes version) basically involved babies and their mothers being in a room and then leaving the kid alone with a stranger, mom returning, and then leaving the baby completely alone in the room, and they looked at all sorts of behaviour in these babies, things like levels of distress, whether they engaged with the stranger in the presence of their mom vs when they were alone, but the main thing they were interested in were the babies reactions upon being reunited with mom. Ainsworth observed 3 trends in babies and grouped them based on their behaviour.

Group A - babies who didn’t care if they were left with a stranger, and were uninterested in reunion with their mothers. A1 was babies with no interest with their mother, A2 was babies with slight interest in their mom and a desire to stay away from them

Group B—babies who may or may not have been distressed at separation, but were happy to be reunited with their mothers. B1 was babies not distressed at separation and slight interest at reunion, B2 was babies who were mildly distressed at separation, and approached caregiver at reunion, B3 was babies who were mildly distressed at separation and actively sought contact at reunion.

Group C – babies whose behaviour was not consistent at reunion (sometimes would engage with caregivers and then immediately run away). C1 was babies who were very distressed at separation, and C2 was babies who were very passive and did not respond at all to separation

*Note: mild distress would be whimpering and crying, very distressed would be like screaming and beating the ground with their fists kinda thing*

A N Y W A Y here's when things get interesting IMHO because these behavioural trends are the basis of our attachment styles

Group A babies have what's called an Anxious-Avoidant (also sometimes known as Dismissive) attachment style to their caregivers- these babies don't know if their caregiver will be retuning and they don't expect to be reunited. Parents of babies with this kind of attatchment style are visibly unhappy to be with their offspring and their resentment/displeasure is clear enough that babies as young as a few months old can pick up on it. Approximately 20% of babies fit this attatchment style

Group B babies have what's known as a secure attatchment style. They're your run of the mill happy babies, and their needs are met consistently enough by their caregiver that when their caregivers are out of sight, not only do they expect a reunion, they're happy to be reunited. This is most likely due to the aforementioned consistent care. A lucky 80% of babies fit this attatchment style.

Finally we have our Group C babies, who have an Anxious Ambivalent attachment style. Babies in this group have conflicting emotions to being left alone. (some babies might be screaming when the caregiver leaves, others are so apathetic as to have been considered unbothered by researchers). Babies with this attatchment style usually have caregivers who are unresponsive to their needs. These are babies who are abused or neglected, who have no sense of security or routine. apprximately 10% of babies fit this attatchment style.

*Also important to note that babies can have different attatchment styles with different people.*

ANYWAY so while I was studying earlier I sorted the outsiders characters based on what kind of attachment style I think they'd have as babies (fun fact- you often carry your initial attachment style with you throughout your life unless you consciously work to fix it)

Goup A (Anxious-Avoidant)- Steve & Tim Shepard

-Steve's mom split and we know his dad routinely kicks him out even though it isn't usually permanent. To me, it makes sense that his parents would do the bare minimum to make sure he was decently ok as a kid, but their resentment would be clear that even toddler steve could pick up on it. Thus we get sullen little Steve, who avoids or is indifferent to being left in a playpen by himself, and doesn't care when he is eventually picked up

-I like to think Tim Shepard's ma was a little different when he was a baby than when Curly and Angela were born, and while I don't think she was ever a great mom I think she might have given it a go, even though she wasn't the most attentive and was bitter about having him. Thus, Tim becomes another dismissive baby, who doesn't notice or care when he's left to his own devices

Group B (Secure) - The Curtis boys, Two-bit Matthews, Dallas Winston (to his mom)

-We know from the book the Curtis kids had a happy childhood, and that Two-bit's mom is lovely even though she works a lot. thus, we get healthy secure attatchments for these boys

-I like the headcannon Dally had a happy(ish) childhood and was a total mama's boy when his mom was still alive so I think he'd form a secure attachment to her at least.

Group C (Anxious-Ambivalent)- Curly & Angela Shepard, Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston (to his dad)

-This one involves little explanation. I think Curly and Angela (who I hc as twins) were definitely oops babies and by then the Shepards ma was too far into alcoholism and hatred to even attempt to parent, thus Angela and Curly never got used to her being around so the didn't notice when she wasn't. (The securest attatchment they formed was to Tim.)

-Johnny very clearly wouldn't form an attachment to either parent though I could see him being the type who's confused, especially when he was young, because I don't think the Cades were 100% horrible from day one. I think as a baby he would have never known if he was gonna get a cuddle or a kick, so he'd be the baby screaming when left alone, then running up to his parents and away when they came back to whatever room they'd left him in. Lots of turmoil and confusion poor thing, leading to the anxious-ambivalent attatchment

-We know Dally didn't like his dad, so I think an anxious ambivalent attachment, one characterized with a baby dally not noticing or caring when his father is around or when he leaves or returns to be the most likely of the attachment styles for him (i hc he was indifferent to him until dally got a bit older and mouthier and thats when the physical abuse started).

ANYWAY sorry this was so long I'm just a psych nerd who psychoanalyzes fictional characters for fun. If you actually read to the end of this bullshit you're a real one fr.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #angela shepard #curly shepard #johnny cade #headcanon #dallas winston #dally winston #tim shepard #lovelythoughts

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bingo6776 · 1 year

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Amber Freeman x Reader

disgustingly unedited, ive never written for Amber freeman before but shes bae and hot so yk heyo. if theres any feedback or ideas, my asks or dm are open

probs ooc? again idek im just sleep deprived

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You were tired.

You were completely and totally exhausted.

You had barely slept last night after you had heard about the murders, another fuck face trying to make a name for themselves whilst hiding under the Ghostface mask. Why did you still live in Woodsboro? Fuck knows.

You were scared shitless, who knew who the next victim was going to be? Whilst as far as you knew, you had no ties to the original Woodsboro murderers or actual reason to be targeted, that didn’t prevent the anxiety that consumed your entire being, feeling like you were edging closer and closer to a break down as said anxiety played ‘keep aways’ with your sleep.

So yeah, its suffice to say that 8 hours of the barbaric education system was not good for your health, mental or physical.

Hence, why you were more so dragging your feet than actually walking through the hallways. You didn’t even have the energy to dodge most of the students that were too caught up in their own worlds to pay attention to the fact that other people actually existed and wouldn’t just part like the red sea for them. Instead, you made a mental list of the all the people that slammed into your shoulder, swearing that one day you’d smite them down – the kind of thoughts only a sleep deprived, and still overly caffeinated person would have.

All you wanted to do was go home, get into the baggiest, most homeless looking outfit you had and watch movies.

And at some point spam Amber until she ‘caved’ (jumped in her car the first chance she got) and came over to indulge in your lazy evening.

Which is why, when your eyes finally laned on your girlfriend, you felt some of your tension leave your body, a warmth filling its place.

She was leaning up against one of the wall lockers, a scowl on her face as she watched Wes and Mindy argue you with one another, rolling her eyes occasionally as if they were something much more important she should be doing than listen to the childish bickering her friends had daily.

As you shuffled closer to the group, you let a small smile tug at your tired features as Amber’s gaze landed on you, her bored, aggravated expression softening slightly at the edges as her face relaxed, her lips titling up slightly in a smirk instead of an actual smile.

Amber Freeman may be soft as fuck for you, but she was very much still the dark, brooding Amber everyone else knew. Just with you, she was slightly warmer, less sharp edged.

Once you had gotten close enough to the group, she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other hand simultaneously pulling your bag from you as she flung the backpack across her own shoulder, ignoring the teasing look from Mindy and the eye roll from Wes as he tried to reegange Mindy in their conversation.

At seeing the way your body seemingly slumped in on itself, every movement taking more energy than it plausibly should, she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Is everything okay, my love?” she uttered lowly, looking at you with such an openly worried expression you almost melted on the spot.

You simply hummed in response as you leant into her body, your face landing in the crook of her neck as your arms encircled her waist, “just tired.”

“Aww, would you just look at these adorable little love birds we’ve got here?” you heard Mindy tease, no doubt a cocky grin on her face. If you actually cared, you’d pull yourself away from Amber’s grounding embrace to flip her off, but did you care? Honestly, not a single fuck was given.

You were far too sleepy, and much more comfortable with the warmth Amber exuded to give a fuck about anything, actually.

One of Ambers arms left you shoulders, probably doing the flipping off for you. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, and fuck off right now, I’m going to kill you,” the sweet voice Amber forced on made the threat seem even more haunting. “Very slowly.”

You lightly poked at her side, you knew she’d never actually hurt one of her friends, but you’d spoken about the right time and place to threaten people with death. School after an attempted murder was most definitely not one of them.

“C’mon, Amber, you know I could take your ass,” Mindy quipped, knowing full well that whilst you had wrapped yourself around the taller girl, Amber wouldn’t move a muscle until you let her go.

“You fucking wish,” you girlfriend practically growled out. “You wouldn’t even last two minutes.”

“Oh, yeah, wanna bet? Come at me right now then, if you’re so big and bad.”

Sighing heavily, you placed a soft kiss on Amber’s neck. “I swear to all that is good and holy, if you even think about moving right now, I’m going to be the one killing you, do not test me.”

Mindy could barely hold back the laugh that overtook her body at the murderous glare Amber shot her way instead of, well, actually shooting her – unbeknownst to Mindy it was a very real, and a rapidly growing, possibility.

It was honestly comical to see the sarcastic and at times outright scary, Amber Freeman trying to intimidate the other girl, whilst you were clinging to her body like Amber was your saving grace, the only source of warmth in the middle of the Antarctic.

Yet, as amusing as it was, even Mindy eventually got bored of the banter which eventually simmered to one sided taunts as you silently soothed Amber’s simmering anger. So, being the mature person Mindy believed she was, she wandered away to go see how riled up she could get her twin instead.

Once you heard Mindy’s steps retreat in the emptying hallway, you pulled away slightly from Ambers body, keeping your arms around her waist.

“You know, if you keep wishing death on your friends, people might start to think you’re the new Ghostface,” you looked up at her, eyes trailing how her lips drew up in a lazy smile, your eyes eventually locking onto her own, and the all too familiar feeling of falling into the dark orbs encompassed your body.

“Please. Little old me? I wouldn’t hurt a fly,” her voice was gentle, her gaze soft as she slowly leant down, her lips grazing yours as she whispered the last of her sentence before she finally planted a soft kiss onto your waiting lips.

it only lasted a few seconds before Amber pulled away, one of her hands running through your hair before landing at your neck. For a few seconds you just stood like that, arms around each other, letting the rare instance of quiet fall over you.

You knew for sure that if you had walked in on such a seemingly intimate moment between another couple at school, you’d gag and cringe as you poured bleach into your eyes.

But with Amber it was different, everything was just so overwhelmingly perfect that at times you found yourself wondering when it was all going to go shattering to the ground, leaving you heartbroken. As soon as those thoughts would take hold, Amber would be there. Whispering sweet nothings to you as she held you close.

Before you fell too deeply into your thoughts, you felt Ambers arms leave your body, her hand clasping onto one of your own as your arms fell to your sides.

“So, go ahead. Spill, what’s got you so tired today, hm?” she gently ran her thumb up and down your hand as you began walking towards the parking lot, where your friends where waiting before the group eft for the lunch period.

“After everything that happened with Tara, its been hard to do anything, let alone sleep,” for a second you saw something flash across Amber’s face, but it was gone as quick as it had come, the only sign that anything had changed at all was in the way she pulled you close as she stopped walking.

Placing a delicate kiss to the back of your hand, Amber tried to keep her voice steady, “as long as you’re with me, I promise you with every ounce of blood in my body that you’ll be safe,” she looked deeply into your eyes, trying to convey that she’d lay her own life down if it meant you could keep yours, “I’ll protect you.”

Shocked by the sudden deepness to her words, a deepness you didn’t completely grasp, you only blinked up at her.

After a beat of silence, you smiled up at her. “I know, I know. I trust you,” not liking the heavy silence that weighed on your shoulders, a far cry from the way you could both usually spend hours in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence, you smirked up at her, “plus, you know I’d have Ghostface on his ass before the bitch could blink.”

A mischievous smile crept onto Amber’s face, “oh, really?” she jokingly leant back slight, as if she was assessing how likely that would be – you both knew it was complete bullshit, but hey, you never know right?

“You best bet, bitch,” you resumed the walk to your friends, tugging your girlfriend behind you as she let out a loud laugh, the sound you rarely ever heard outside of the confines of one of your bedrooms leading you to laugh alongside her as people around you both gave you concerned look as the ever so stoic girl laughed in a way that sounded… free of sadistic intent?

Yeah, Amber was most definitely a simp.

#scream #scream 2022 #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #reader #mikey madison #bitches be gay #id let her stab me

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karlwriting · 1 year

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Asking for your forgiveness

Featuring- Gojo Satoru

Reblogs are appreciated :)

Warning- none, all fluff~

Art by teaforgods

It’s the fourth day not replying to Gojo’s phone calls and texts. You know it’s childish to avoid communication during an argument, but the fact that he suddenly disappeared for 3 days for a mission deeply hurts you. He could disappear without a word, then why couldn’t you?

‘Are we nothing serious? Despite all the times we spent together…?’ You lie on the couch, looking at the silver bangle that has ‘Satoru’s’ engraved. He gave it to you a long with a button on the day you both graduated. It’s the second button of his shirt, the one that lies the nearest to his heart.

While you are reminiscing about that precious moment, your phone vibrates. It’s Gojo calling again. You just stare at it until the unread texts reappear on your lock-screen.

“Babe please let me talk to you.” 06:44am

“Lets have a nice breakfast this morning and go for a walk together? Please i need to be with you, even a few minutes is enough for me.” 7:00am

“I’m sorry and I miss you… Please im going crazy now…” 7:25am

“It’s raining outside, remember to bring an umbrella with you when you are out.” 8:02am

It’s raining? Even the weather is the same as your mood.

Suddenly, a new message pops up.

“Babe, open the door please? I know you may not to see me, and it’s okay if you need more time to clear the knots on your mind. But please don’t kick me out of your life… let me take a glance of you, let me know that i can get you back…”

You ran to open the door, the white hair guy is standing in front of your house, all soaked. He seems tired and sleep-deprived, but a hint of joy sparks in his eyes the moment he sees you.

“Thank you for opening the door for me… And i am sorry for making you feel miserable, i finally understand how it feels to lose touch with someone irreplaceable. And how dare I make you experience such dreadful emotions…”

You can’t help crying all the emotions out. It’s not anger nor sadness that you feel right now, it’s a relief instead. A relief to know that Gojo Satoru cares as much as you do.

Seeing you cry is such a torture to Gojo. He Immediately pulls you into his arms with his chin gently placed on your head, mumbling “I’m so sorry”, “it’s okay I’m here now”, “i wont go anywhere”, “I’m such a bastard…”. A peck falls on your cheek between each guilty confession.

“So… Is forgiveness granted…?” The idea of gojo acting like 10 year-old begging for forgiveness makes you giggle a little.

“You are only 30% forgiven… ”

“What should I do to get a 100%? I’m not gonna turn my infinity on today, so punch me, stab me - or even kill me is fine. As long as I’m killed by you. I will literally do anything for my angel.” Gojo can’t think straight now, because he finally got to sniff the scent he has been longing for.

“Then… let’s have a nice breakfast and go for a walk together.”

“Yes please, and i would love to cook for us. Then i will explain everything.” Gojo has never thought that in his life, there will be a girl who holds so much power over him.

#jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo #gojo fluff #gojo sensei #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk x reader

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littleracha · 11 months

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im currently traveling a total of 19 hours by car, only stopping for the night 😵‍💫

im so sleep deprived and achey (sickly person here) and can only think about binsung taking care of reader in this same situation :( im so soft and sad. could you write something similar please?

Oh, little duckie! That must have felt awful. I am currently on vacation and doing the same thing, so I understand completely.

Please rest up hun! Lots of water and remember to eat.

Sweet Baby Otter

Cg!Changbin & CG!Han x Little!Reader

The boys were finally on vacation! They worked hard to debut 5-star and worked long nights away from home to give their everything to the fans. However Changbin and Han both missed their biggest fan, their little one back at home.

You told them when starting this relationship that you understood they were idols. It wasn't news to you that there were going to be many days and nights where you were by yourself. You ensured them that you would be okay, that you would be brave without Dada and Mama. However, being brave can be so taxing, your little and big hearts missed them every night. Regressing was getting to be difficult because it just made you feel worse. You never told them though, they could never know.

You were fast asleep in your bedroom. In a chokehold was the otter stuffed animal they gifted you, his name was Otto. Soon enough you felt Otto being removed from your arms and you being gently lifted into the air. You woke up with fright and yelled for your Mama and Dada.

"Shhhh baby, oh sweetheart we are right here" Jisung tried to calm you down before a panic attack broke out. "Mama is right here sweetie, and Dada is holding you, look." You looked down to see Binnie's smiling face. "Hello little one, Dada missed you so much!" He said as he began to smother your face in kisses, making you squeal in laughter.

"Dada Stop, icky!" You cried out but both your caregivers knew you were loving it.

"Yeah Bin, stop torturing our little one. If she dies now she won't get to go on our trip" Han said with a twinkle in his eyes. He loved how you instantly perked up at the word trip.

"Where Mama? Where we go?"

"Well Mama and Dada have the week off so we were going to go camping at the beach!" Han said as he squished your puffy morning face. Changbin could barely hold you as you wiggled with joy and excitement.

"Otto go to?" you asked with eyes as big as the moon.

"Yes little otter, Otto gets to go!" Changbin answered.

The first half of the car ride was fine. You were full of excitement and the boys were loving it but after lunch and a mandatory nap, you were beginning to feel bad again. The trip to the beach was much longer than you expected. Your legs were going numb, being in the back was making you sick, the a/c was both too much and not enough and to make it all worse you really had to potty.

Binnie noticed you were awake in his mirror and greeted you. "Good afternoon sleepy sunshine, how was your nap baby?"

"It was fine" you answered in a grumbly tone, which caught the attention of Han now as well. He and Binnie shared a worrying glance before he spoke.

"Just fine sweetie? Do you want Mama to put you back down for another one? Maybe you just didn't get enough sleep." Your heart broke at how concerned he was but you couldn't help but feel irritated.

"No, I slept enough Han, it's nothing" Han?!?! Not Mama? Not Sungie? Not even Hannie? But Han? Now they were both worried.

"Baby what's wrong, you can tell us." Binnie tried to reason with you but you couldn't tell them, you wouldn't tell them. They would blame themselves and you didn't want that.

"Guys I'm fine okay? Just a little car sick that's all" the collected coo they let out bothered you.

"Honey, we could pull over"

"No please keep going"

"but if you are sic--" "I SAID I'M FINE OKAY!"

With that Changbin pulled the car over. You instantly went from annoyed to scared. You never made them mad before. Maybe a small time out here or there but never mad. What was he going to do? Tears began to well up in your eyes.

Your door was opened and stood outside were your caregivers. Changbin reached in and unlatched your seatbelt, pulling you into his arms. He didn't say anything as he rocked you. A warm hand snaked up your back and rubbed smooth circles. Han spoke softly.

"Baby we don't yell, even if we are feeling fussy" He placed a small kiss on your temple. "Tell Mama and Dada what is making our perfect angel feel yucky."

"Just sick Mama" The whole thing made you slip again. You slipped so easily with them. You missed them.

"Sweetheart we know it's more than that. Did I make you upset, did Dada upset you, little one" It was Binnie's turn to speak and you heard the hurt in his voice.

"NO DADA!" You were quick to correct him which earned you a calming shush from both of them. "I no feels good"

"Where baby? Here?" Mama pointed to your belly.

"And here Mama" You pointed to your head.

"Is our baby not feeling good in their own head?" all you could do was nod. "Oh my sweet baby, what is your mean head saying to you?"

"It says it misses yous and that it no regress because can't do it byself. It also no likes being sick and feels like pukey. And and and it tired and wants to sleep but road bad. It wants to be at beach with Dada and Mama and not alones in back of car." You finally let it all out with a sob into Changbin's shirt. You felt alone, even with them right now you felt all alone.

"Baby oh honey, sweetie look at Dada please." You looked up at Changbin with wet eyes, he wiped them as he spoke. "Our sweet little baby, Dada, and Mama missed you so much. We missed holding our baby and playing with you. Did you think we were ignoring you by putting you down for a nap? We would never baby. We knew the trip was long and that you were probably going to not feel well so we wanted you to sleep through it. We are so sorry little one." Once he was done speaking Han reappeared, you hadn't even noticed he left.

"Here you go sweetie" He handed you Otto and a paci. When you smiled back up with a soft thank you, Han's heart melted. "Mama is going to sit in the back with you okay? We can cuddle and play games the rest of the way! How does that sound little otter?"

"I like that Mama"

With that you all loaded back into the car, dry from tears and ready to hit the road. Soon rocks and trees turned into ocean. Your game of 'I Spy' ended as you got excited. You pointed out all the pretty things to Mama and Dada while they told you what they were. Changbin pulled up the campsite and checked you all in. Once set up, Mama and Dada walked you down to the water to watch the sunset. You all sat there for a while after and enjoyed the company. Soft snores sounded from between the two of them. Your sleeping state was so precious, you looked so warn out yet so peaceful. Han picked up your now sand-covered paci and cooed.

"Our sweet baby otter"

#kpop agere #age regression #stray kids age regression #kpop age regression #agere #stray kids agere #skz agere #skz age regression #stray kids

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sangonohyuka · 2 years

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anon asked: ooo i have an ask! somnophilia with mean dom soobin x f reader?

💭 ANON IM GIGGGLING KICKING MY FEET BECAUSE OH MYGOD THIS IS SAUR HAWWTTT 💢💢 IMAGINE SOOBIN TAKING HIS WORK FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON YOU WHEN HE GETS HOME.....

warnings: NSFW, sub! fem reader, consensual somnophilia, pussay eating, fingering too, dirty talk, degradation, a little thigh slapping, i am sleep deprived no proof reads, like always sorry for any mistakes ;;

mean! dom soobin who had such a rough day at work— starting from the non-stop work assignments to the ridiculous amount of arrogant clients he had to deal with. whatever this sick joke the universe played on him, soobin is for sure not happy about it.

by the time he completed his work, the sky was already dark— the office getting less and less busier by every minute. of course, working over time is no doubt draining both mentally and physically, but soobin couldn't care less at this point. all that matters to him now is that he's finally leaving this damned workplace, free from all of those workload.

when soobin entered your shared flat, the room was already dimly lit. it was quite odd since soobin is used to your cheery presence greeting him into an embrace— but tonight, nobody showed up to give him a hug. curious, soobin attempted to peek inside as he tried to get his shoes off, finding out that the living room's lights were already off– the television being its only source of light.

soobin lets out a relieved sigh when he found your figure laying down on the sofa, peacefully asleep with a messy blanket that's barely covering half of your body laid upon you. it was indeed already late and you probably dozed off while waiting for him.

"cute." he smiled, leaning over the sofa as he eyed you from above.

the way you look right now reminded soobin of an angel— so innocent with your lips slightly pouted, chest slowly rising up and down as you breathed softly, and the oversized shirt you're wearing slightly riding up– exposing some of the skin underneath it. the sight before him sparked something within, and soobin knew damn well that it's something that he needs to get rid off as quickly as possible.

"you told me you wanted to try this out, right?" his finger caressed your cheek softly, gentle enough to keep you in the deep slumber.

"why not try it out now, hm?" soobin didn't wait for an answer.

he kneeled in front of you, gently pulling away the blanket that was covering you before discarding it to the floor. here he is now, sat face-to-face with your sleeping figure and a mischievous smile plastered all over his lips. delicate fingertips ghosted over your skin before softly sinking itself into your flesh as soobin pulled your thighs apart, giving him access to your core. he leaned in closer with his lips bitten, desperate for a taste as he slid your shorts away.

"shit." soobin cursed under his breath as he eyed your now exposed cunt in front of him, unbelievably aroused by the idea of him mauling you in your peaceful sleep. he wasted no time and dipped his tongue into your hole, moaning at the sweet taste as he wets your clit with his drool. a soft grunt escaped your lips as you twitched in your sleep, leaving soobin with a cocky smirk on his lips. "let's see how long you'll last before i have you shaking underneath."

soobin placed his lips on your clit gently before mercilessly sucking on it, dragging his tongue across as he eyed you— practically railing you with just his glare only. the way he sucked on your clit was plain evil, no way your sleeping state could endure all that smothering for a much longer time. his movements were slowly snapping you out of your deep slumber, your subtle moans grew louder by each lick he gave.

"n—nh–s-soobin?" you stuttered confusedly, head still fuzzy from getting woken up abruptly. you can't help but let another lewd gasp escape your lips as he dipped his tongue deeper. the pleasure were starting to overwhelm you, leading you to unconsciously trapping soobin between your legs as you closened your thighs out of sensitivity.

annoyed, soobin let out a scoff before grabbing your thighs— roughly spreading them appart and holding it in place as his eyes visibly darkened. "did i ask you to move?" he growled, earning a meek whimper from you in response.

"n—no, 'm sorry." you apologized, not wanting to anger him any further.

"you wanna cum, don't you?" he slowly stood up as his hand grabbed the inner part of your thigh— his face is now only inches away from yours, hovering right above you. the sight of his messy locks covering some of his face were driving you insane, incoherent whines were starting to form in your throat. displeased by your lack of response, soobin scoffed. without any warning, you felt a harsh sting on your inner thigh followed by a loud slapping noise, earning a gasp from you as you flinched underneath soobin.

"i asked you a question." he leaned in even closer, your forehead almost touching with his.

"y—yes! p-ple–ease!" you choked out, not wanting to anger him any further.

"then be a good girl and let me fuck you up."

#txt smut #soobin smut

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camywamycam · 11 months

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what was left behind in the rubble P.3

702 words

soon to be harry x reader

TW//WRITTEN AT 4 AM BY A SLEEP DEPRIVED TEEN!!!

A/N

I know this is a short chapter and im sorry 😭 I finished writing this at 4 am because I can only write at night since I'm with my mom and siblings all day and I refuse to write in front of them 😭 maybe it wasnt a good idea to start a full ass fanfic story with a plot 2 weeks before I leave for summer camp but yolo, ive decided im gonna have this fic go from the summer - hoggwarts and y/n will start acting a lot more like Sirius iykwim

y/ns pov

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If you had been in the right mindset, you would have impatiently pushed Remus away the second he stepped foot into your room. However, at that moment, all you needed was a hug. You clung onto the soft fabric of his cable knit sweater, which carried the strong scent of chocolate, cigars, and parchment. Remus held you firmly in his arms, patiently waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to open up about your thoughts.

"I hate him," you said in a broken voice.

"You don't mean that," Remus replied, his uncertainty evident in his words. "He loves you, he just... doesn't know the right way to express himself, that's all."

"Well, he obviously doesn't have that problem with Potter," you spat, your voice tinged with envy. "When I traveled all the way to Europe to see my biological father, I was kind of hoping he wouldn't be a total dick."

Remus sat and listened attentively as you rambled, finally realizing how left out you had truly been. The other children never spoke to you, and neither did the adults, except for the usual greetings. The more he spoke to you, the more he learned about your experiences. He discovered that while you were neglected at Grimlands place, you had met a group of muggles who had welcomed you into their friend group so at least you hadn't been totally alone. In the mere 45 minutes of conversation, Remus had already learned more about you than your very own father.

You and Remus continued to chat throughout the night in the room which you had made your own. For the first time in a while when you woke up that morning you didn't feel absolutely terrible. you turned to your side and checked your phone notifications before getting ready for the day.

you tried to sprint down the stairs as quietly as possible knowing the other adults in the house wouldn't be so happy about you sneaking off to hang around strange people whom they knew nothing about. It was almost comical how much they tried to control you when you and they both knew they didn't care about you in the slightest. As you raced down the stairs you bumped into a pale boy with messy black hair and glasses that were a tad bit too large for his face. "black." he spat "potter." "and where do you think you are going?" he said sassily

harrys pov

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it was strange seeing y/n actually dressed. since none of the kids went outside we mostly stayed in our lounging clothes. I took note of y/ns red top, flared jeans, a jean jacket that was covered in patches, and Converse. She actually looked quite nice... but I would never admit that.

"out." that's all she said as she tried pushing past me. I grabbed a hold of her wrist "What's your problem? You've been acting rude ever since you got here. You could at least try to talk to your dad." she scoffed in my face "Oh I've tried. he's the one who doesn't want me here." "Maybe he would actually like you if you weren't such a bitch." I was shocked at the words falling from my mouth. did I say that out loud? my thoughts were confused as y/n turned around and punched me square in the nose. Adults rushed in as they heard me fall into a vase smashing it while holding my bloody nose. Mrs. Weasly scolded y/n “what on earth have you done!” she screamed at y/n but she just looked around with a red face and big eyes as she rushed towards the door slamming it shut, not that anyone cared.

"don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry," you thought to yourself as you ran to your friends' house. luckily she asked no questions and just welcomed you in with open arms. you eventually told her what had happened at Grimmlands place and she was pissed. both her parents said you could stay with them as long as you needed. they even let you move into the guest room so you wouldn't have to continue sleeping on your friend's floor. you know that you can't stay here long since school is starting soon, but you might as well enjoy it while you can.

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kzmeru · 1 year

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I’ve been in a merumeru mood so here’s a req <3

Himeru is much more - visibly - tired and exhausted than usual so! you, his lovely s/o decide that he should take a day off so that he can unwind and relax, even if it’s momentarily. so, after some talking with crazy:b and their producer, menu gets a day off! Even if he tries to protest it, you shush him up by reassuring him that he’s in good hands 🫶 so for the rest of the day, it’s just you pampering, doting, and taking care of meru and making sure he gets enough love <33

all i think about is you

📨 — himeru x gn!reader

author’s note ; WOO half my page is himeru woops. its okay… he’s great <3 + SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG???? ive been in a motivated mood lately so :3

other notes ; ooc himeru bcs im a firm believer of meru being a whiney ass bitch when he’s tired

It’s been a week since your boyfriend, HiMERU have been coming home much more exhausted and tired than usual. You knew how being an idol was — stressful and extremely draining, so you couldn’t blame him for not having the energy to entertain you at times.

Though, skipping dinner and heading straight to bed without even bothering to shower, or change. You were growing worried for his well-being.

The next morning, you had made sure to wake up extra early. Considering that HiMERU was a very light sleeper, it was a challenge to get ready without waking him up. You had already planned to visit ES, requesting a day off on your lover’s behalf.

It wasn't that difficult to convince their leader, Rinne and their producer to grant HiMERU the day off. After all, it wasn't that hard to tell that the poor man was sleep deprived and most definitely needed a break. Thankfully, your first mission of the day was a success.

"[Name]? Where did you go? Ah… why didn't you wake HiMERU up? HiMERU's late for—" You quickly shushed him, taking off your coat and neatly hanging it on the coat rack.

"Take it easy for today. I asked Amagi and your Producer to give you the day off." HiMERU's eyes widened, caught off guard by your words. ‘They did that for HiMERU…?’ He thought.

HiMERU shakes his head, "Wait! HiMERU doesn't need the day off… he will be fine—" He flinched upon you suddenly dragging him back into your shared bedroom and ordered him to change out of his outdoor attire.

"But—!"

"No buts! I'm not an idiot, Meru! You're clearly exhausted, and one or two day offs wouldn't hurt. You've been skipping meals as well, and you're not getting enough sleep! So, just rest up, okay? I'll take care of you for today." You scolded, feeling victorious when you noticed HiMERU's shoulders dropping in defeat as he timidly nods his head and went into the bathroom to change.

After making sure he had a full meal of heavy breakfast, he finally decided to get comfortable on the bed, tucked in a warm blanket as his whole body relaxed after a long time of deprivation.

"[Name]… could you hurry up and lay down beside HiMERU!" He whined, quite impatiently. See, this is one thing about HiMERU when he's tired - he gets clingy. Way too clingy…

HiMERU continued to call out for your name before you finally came into the bedroom with a blank expression, while his lips curved into a… weird… smile? (basically just this “:3” LMAO)

"Right, I'm here! C’mon, scoot over." He did as you said, reaching out both of his arms for you to melt into, making your heart shatter over how adorable he was. 'WHAT THE HELL, WHY IS HE BEING SO CUTE RIGHT NOW.????'

"Can we sleep the whole day?" His eyes were already closed the moment you laid down and cuddled up against him.

"You have to catch up on your meals, you big baby."

"…Can we go back to sleep after?"

You purposefully ignored him and faced the other way to check on your phone— well, that was a bad idea. It wasn't like you planned to stay on it for too long, but before you could even grab the phone itself, HiMERU started his shenanigans.

"[Name]… keep your attention on HiMERU and HiMERU only! And I wanna see your face, so don't face the other way… and… and I—"

You playfully roll your eyes and turned back to face him. He looked at you, unamused and had a small pout.

"Right, right. Sorry, I'm just teasing~" You laughed at his reaction and surprised him by pressing multiple pecks all over his face, once again, purposefully missing his the part he loved the most.

"Stop teasing me! It's supposed to be my day off…" He sighs, using both his hands to hold your face still and pressed his lips against yours, sharing a long and intimate kiss.

You had pulled away first, but only because you remembered HiMERU needed to rest. No matter how much you wanted to tease him just get a reaction, you knew he wanted to sleep.

"Mhm, alright. It's time for you to sleep. I won't go anywhere." You said, patting him on the arm.

HiMERU huffs, now relaxing into your embrace. "…Thank you, [Name]. I love you s'much…" Your gaze softened at his words, playing with hair to help him drift off to sleep.

And this routine repeated for the rest of the day.

#esworks #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #enstars #enstars x y/n #enstars x you #himeru enstars #himeru x y/n #himeru x you #himeru x reader #himeru

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beetleisblue · 11 months

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For titans sake, go to sleep!

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Summary: a very sleep deprived willow convinces Luz and Amity to go to bed already!

Ler: Willow and Luz (everyone but poor amity)

Lee: Luz and Amity

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If you dislike that, that’s completely understandable and you’re free to not read!

(Also disclaimer I wrote and posted this at 11pm after I took melatonin so im sure there’s a few grammar mistakes, I’m really sorry!)

On with the show~

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Fine, Willow was annoyed. She’ll admit it. It was two in the morning at the Noceda household, and she was yet to get any sleep. Above her bunk, she heard girlish, hushed giggles and had for some time now.

Though it wasn’t usually a bad thing to hear Luz and Amity’s admittedly pleasant laughter, and she was definitely relieved that Luz was finally giggling for the first time in weeks since the group of them had gotten stranded in the human realm, it didn’t take long for her relieved smile to turn into one of slight annoyance.

She glanced over at Vee, and wondered how the basilisk could sleep so easily in the ruckus.

She knew the girls weren’t trying to do any harm, but it didn’t stop Willow from wondering what could possibly be so funny that you had to laugh at it for THIS long?

What were they DOING up there?

She sat up and to the side, and when that didn’t work enough to let her get a good view as to what was going on, she crept up behind the two in the bunk, watching intently.

Luz was smirking playfully, sitting atop of Amity, who was letting our little ticklish squeaks and titters. She squirmed around as she laughed, causing the sound of wood squeaking on wood to come from the bunk.

“How’re you THIS sensitive here, batata? I’m barley even touching you!” Luz giggled in amusement as she wiggled her fingers over her girlfriends tummy.

Amity just let out a quiet squeal in response.

But Willow sure heard it, and Willow wanted sleep.

“Hey.”

One word, one word from willow’s mouth was all it took for the two to scream, and willow shushed them, pointing down at a snoozing Vee.

“Don’t wake her up!”

“She started it!” Both Amity and Luz whisper-shouted, pointing at eachother.

“Did not!” Luz said, poking Amity’s tummy, who squeaked and retorted;

“Did too!”

“I don’t care who started it! You two need to go to bed!” Willow whisper-yelled back.

Luz whined “But we can’t sleeeeep!”

Willow smirked “how about I tire you two out then?~”

Both Luz and Amity exchanged nervous looks. They knew that smirk. And they knew they were in for it now.

Both girls squeaked as Willow cast a circle of plant magic, tying their arms up and above their heads.

“Nonono we’re sorry!-“ Luz giggled nervously, pleading with her friend.

“Think of it as punishment for keeping me up so late!” Willow said as the vines began to feather playfully at their spots.

The tickles were gentle, almost comfortable, but to two people who were already in the tickling mood, it was torture.

Both Amity and Luz were a giggling mess. The vines primarily attacked Amity’s tummy, (causing her to melt much more than she’d like to admit) and Luz’s armpits, which made her hold back screams of laughter for the sake of Vee, instead choosing to squeal all the while, wishing she never kept Willow from her sleep.

Minutes passed, and Willow stopped immediately after she heard the slightest bit of tiredness in the girl’s laughs.

Sure she was a mean ler, but she wasn’t that mean.

Amity yawned sleepily, cuddling up with her girlfriend.

“Sorry we were loud, willow..” she muttered sleepily.

Willow shrugged

“that’s alright, it was kind of fun once I got my revenge.”

By the time she finished her sentence, both girls were already asleep.

She tossed a blanket over them, and yawned, going back to her own bunk and snuggling up in the covers.

Replaying the laughing faces of her friends, it was her turn to giggle.

#the owl house tickle #sfw tickling community #lumity #the owl house #tickle fluff #lee!amity #ler!Willow #lee!Luz

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olliesneweyes · 11 days

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so basically to put it lightly im really incredibly regular and ordinary but anyway

i'd imagine the murder is something constantly lingering in the back of his mind, since the guilt is always gnawing at his conscious. i think he would have nightmares about it actually, where nothing changed from the original incident, its just the sudden moment of him realizing someone's caught him doing illegal activities, and then instead of maybe getting away with a good excuse, he panics and kills a man (was it even panic? or is that just an excuse to get back at the landlord that made his life even harder?)

though, i think a bout of sleep deprivation could have the same effect where the memory just rushes forward out of nowhere. and he's entirely convinced he's covered again with blood that isn't his and he needs to get rid of the evidence before anyone notices because god. if someone notices all hell will break loose (though it would be deserved if he's a murderer, wouldnt it)

he probably over the sink for way longer than he should, desperately clawing the bloodstains off his hands yet working himself up more when the blood from his own injuries starts mixing with the water.

and then once emil comes in all rationality goes out the window because out of everyone that had to see this, it couldnt be emil. he tries to play it off as a usual thing, despite the obvious steam coming from the water

and emil looks concerned which only serves to panic him more, and this is where he starts to be a little unnerving. he knows emil said something but he couldnt hear what- it mustve been an accusation, though. at this point hes incredibly stressed and the words dont come out right and he can feel tears in his eyes because he has to be believed, or else he'll lose one of the few people who cares about him. it looks like emil might be believing him, since emil went to move him out of the bathroom, so he keeps talking and explaining despite how sore his throat is becoming and how much he's coughing until all of the sudden his voice doesnt work anymore and all that comes out are hoarse, terrible sounding coughs that seem to worsen as the tears fall incessantly.

at some point the coughing finally ends he notices emil is looking at him and holding a roll of bandages. as if asking for permission. and andrew isnt in the position to deny him anything, even if he thinks it'd be a waste of time in the end so he lets emil wrap them and help andrew steady his hands enough for him to put his gloves back on while mumbling quiet reassurances to him and once everything is done he feels emil leaning against him in an embrace that theyve been in so many times. an embrace he still wants more of despite how selfish that is

so he lets himself have this for now. and he realizes that he was just saved from the evil that plagued him by this man, even though he absolutely didnt deserve the divine treatment he was just given, and he nearly breaks down again because the weight against him is so welcoming and nonjudgmental and its all he could ever ask for at the moment

ALISTER /POS

#fave #i fucking adore this actually #Andrew is just so distressed over everything and Emil is just trying to help #the non verbal asking for permission #Andrew feeling selfish for being hugged #goddd i can imagine the water of the sink being at scalding temperature because it heats up more as it's on longer and #he's been washing his hands for SO LONG #and just. aughhhhhh the gentle bandaging too #Andrew not wanting to deny Emil anything despite being so scared and then that reverent trust paying off because it really did help #and he probably trusts Emil even more because of it #augjhhhhh I'm ill /pos #idv

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poutyniall · 2 years

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okay okay hear me out

imagine yoongi working on a new album right, we can all imagine the scenario... he's frustrated and sleep deprived, tired maybe even a little whiny and cranky..

so y/n being y/n, comes to rescue with kisses which turn into a steamy makeout, and then slow sex which turns into aggressive and needy fucking out of all his frustrations

im not as good as u in writing so could you pls write something based on this its perfectly okay if you dont

Hi love, first thing first I'm sincerely sorry you had to wait this long. Second I'm not that good and I also changed it a bit, I think, so I just hope I'm not disappointing you on this one.

''Hi.'' you barely whisper as you lean down to rest your chin on the top of his head and gently wrap your arms around his neck, letting them hanging from his shoulders. It's not the most comfortable position for you considering the huge chair between your bodies but you don’t care. You can sense all his frustration, anxiety, tiredness and tension from his breathing only. And by the amount of empty coffee cups you see scattered all over the place you know he hadn't get a reasonable amount of sleep in way too long for your liking and he most likely has a headache. He only grunts at your greeting, without even bothering to take his eyes off the screen. ''Why don't you take a little break, love?'' you tilt your head a bit to place a soft peck on his hair. He grunts again and you roll your eyes, reminding yourself he's sleep deprived and worn out, nothing personal. After taking a deep breath you stand straight and put your hands on top of the back of the chair to turn it around so you can finally face him. He looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes standing out on his pale skin. You know it's his job, his life, the goddamn air he breath but you hate when he overwork himself to the point he almost gets sick. He's looking back at you but his eyes seem not able to focus you due to all the time he spent staring at screens. You sigh, letting your hands slowly slide down his arms to grab his hands and pull him, guiding him to the couch and gently pushing him down to let him sit. When you straddle him he starts complaining he doesn't have time to waste.

''Shh, I just want help you relax a bit.'' you murmur on his skin before starting leaving tiny, soft kisses starting from his temple to his jawline and all along the thin, sensitive skin of his neck. At the beginning he keeps whining, hands on your hips trying, but not really trying, to push you away but he goes quieter kiss after kiss and you feel his tense muscles relaxing underneath your touch. When you feel his hands squeezing your hips and pushing you down on him, you know you have him. Sucking and nibbling on his skin you hear him hissing and feel him shiver as you find your way down his shirt covered torso, leaving a path of wet spots. God, you missed him, you missed his body, his moans, his skin on yours, his body, hands and mouth on and inside you, a rush of wetness makes you squeeze your thighs together at the mere thought. You're now kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, hands reaching for the hem of his sweatpants and you feel your mouth water but you look up at him, silently asking him consent. He nods lightly, chest raising and falling to the rhythm of his heavy breathing. You keep your eyes on his, a smug grin printed on your lips, whilst you push down his sweatpants just enough to put on display his still covered boner. He gasps when your hand brushes against it. Liking your lips, you lean down and place an open mouth kiss on his clothed tip to then trace the entire length with your tongue, up to his belly button. His belly gets sucked in when he inhales sharply. You look up at him and what a fucking view: bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, rosy cheeks, ruffled hair and glossy eyes. You finally free his dick from his fabric constriction and gently tap a fingertip on his tiny slit, collecting that single drop of precum to then ever so softly slide your lubricated fingertip along the prominent vein, from the tip to the base. Without warning him you wrap your mouth round his dick, taking as much of it as you can, enjoying the look of surprise and pleasure on Yoongi face.

''Fffffffuc...'' he curses, clenching his fists and throwing his head back, and lets out a drawn out moan. You bob up and down teasingly, constantly switching pace, your panties completely soaked by now. He looks down on you and catches the exact moment you slip a hand in your panties to brush your fingers on your clit and give yourself a bit of relief.

''Baby...'' he pants, and you feel one of his hand slip through your hair ''kitten wait... I don't wan...'' words die in his throat when the tip of his dick reaches the back of your throat. He gulps and tries again ''...don't... like this... inside you'' he rambles but manages to take a hold of your hair and tug at it. You focus on sucking just the tip for few seconds before his cock leaves your mouth with a low, wet pop sound, a string of saliva connects the tip to your lips. Locking eyes with him while you catch your breath, you keep a gentle hold of his dick head, slowly brushing it against your lips while your other hand, wet with your juices, gives short, slow strokes at its base. He's a moaning, breathless mess beneath you, his dick twitches when you blow some air on it and it's just beautiful, hard, shiny and a bit darker than the rest of his body. You love it. It makes you swell with pride knowing that you did that, you're the cause.

''What do you want, oppa? Just say it.''

''Inside... please, kitten.'' he's totally lost in pleasure, eyes dark and languid, voice raspy, deep and low. He tightens the grip on your hair when you tease him with few little kitten licks on his tip. You giggle lightly and stand on your feet, frantically taking off your loose shorts along with your ruined panties to hop up in his lap and finally crash your mouth on his, letting him taste himself on your tongue, while he brushes the tip of his dick up and down your slit before sliding inside you. You cum instantly at the feeling of stretching and fullness you feel, spasmodically clenching around him with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes squeezed with white, blurred sparkles under your eyelids, nails sinking into his shoulders. The sight of you in pleasure clicks something in him and, somehow without slipping out of you, he manages to overturn your position, pushing your lower back down on the couch so your ass is sticking up for him to slam against it when he thrusts inside you, hard. He lands a spank on your right buttcheek before grabbing hold of both of your cheeks and starts kneading them as he keeps up with his pace. His strokes are hard and fast but accurate, reaching the right spot deep inside you every single time making you curl your toes and grip the edge of the couch so you can hold on something. He runs one of his big hands up your back to tangle it in your hair and tug it, tilting your head back as he leans forwards, pressing his body on yours, pace's getting sloppier, sign that he's close. He sucks the spot right under your earlobe and yanks at your hair again.

''Cum with me.'' he moans in your ear. And you do while he cums inside you with one last, slow, deep thrust to then collapse on you, breathless. After catching your own breath, you're somehow able to turn around, ignoring the mess you've made between your bodies, so he's now resting his head on your chest.

''Better now?'' you ask quietly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair. He purrs in response. ''How about we stay like this for a bit?'' you suggest and he sighs happily, already falling asleep.

#yoongi smut #yoongi imagine #boyfriend yoongi

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strongheartneteyam · 10 months

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💌 A messy open letter/life update to my moots, readers and followers (?)

MY LOVES MY ANGELS HI!!!

IM SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING Y'ALL FOR SO LONG my kitten is just now healed enough (not fully healed yet. she still has sutures) for me to be able to let her walk around the room and play by herself without being too dangerous for her health and I FINALLY was able to sleep more these last 4 days (I didn't talk to ANY of my friends for 3 days bc all I could do was sleep - even during the day, like, a lot - watch movies n read a bit (books, not fanfiction)/study neuroscience and anatomy a bit) so, now, I'm only like 70% recovered from so much sleep deprivation (being an amateur nurse for a spayed kitten and also doing house chores, mostly by yourself, ain't easy) and I've been logging in here for like only 30 minutes up to a maximum of like 1 hour or so, and not even everyday, just editing some stuff on my posted fanfiction/checking my notifications, messages, asks and OMG you guys are AMAZING!!! So much love that I'm receiving, from moots, readers, followers or even people who I don't think follow me but they support my works somehow, even after me being gone for this long while... IM SO THANKFUL AND MOVED!!! I love this fandom SO MUCH! I have no words!! I've been in many fandoms in my life and the Avatar one is by far the most supportive, peaceful - to a certain extent - and full of good energy and love! I PROMISE I will get to answer y'all soon enough!

And about the talk that's been going on about the fandom dying, DONT U WORRY MY BABIES, MOMMA VICTÓRIA AINT GOING NOWHERE! Speaking for me, at least, this tall blue aliens obsession is NOT something temporary! I'll be writing my lil stories for y'all forever, if I'm able to (lol) 🤍 I've loved Avatar since the first time I watched the 2009 movie, back when it was released and I was a child, and now that I'm a grown woman in her 20s, I still feel such a big connection to this fictional universe, in a literal spiritual level. I was a pagan/had a witchy/nature based spirituality for years of my life, tho I'm not pagan anymore, since I slowly realized I never truly believed in the pagan gods and magick, but, instead, I just see God in nature and see it as sacred and something that should be respected and taken care of, instead of destroyed. I also have indigenous heritage from my great grandmother, love my indigenous culture, live in a small town, next to the countryside, always felt crazily connected to nature and the Universe and been deeply fascinated by space, aliens, sci-fi, fantasy, always been called a "hippie" by people, either to tease me playfully or to try to make me feel bad for being a bit too much like Kiri Sully (istg me and Kiri are one and the same) so, this fandom serves me JUST RIGHT 😅🫀✨🌱👽💕 I'm here to stay and I WILL help keep this wonderful fandom alive!!! 💖

Anyways... I feel like I already "talked" way too much lol I'm wordy, sorry 🥲 but that's one of the reasons I can write well, so... it's got its bad and its good side ahaha

Speaking of writing, I have like 6 to 7 chapters of Realize where you belong saved (only need to edit and fill in some gaps) bc, even in the middle of so much physical and mental working, I'VE BEEN SO BLESSED with inspiration and been able to write A LOT lately, in the wee free time I've been having, so... if you're reading this fanfiction, I might be updating it later today or tomorrow!

Hope you're all doing good and taking care of yourselves! I've been trying to! I LOVE Y'ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK 💘

With love, your messy and a bit crazy but honest and caring fanfiction writer,

Victória ♡

#꒰ა victória speaks ໒꒱#victória l♡ves her readers so much :')#victória's moots live in her heart <3◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜#victória l♡ves her followers!! ꒰✮꒱

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