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brainlessrot · 1 year

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Penguin Pebbling

Involves collecting and giving small objects, like pebbles, as gifts to people you care about.

because i do penguin pebbling very often and i wanted to indulge myself a lil bit 🤭

also sorry for disapearing for like... 5 months!!! requests are now open again <3

Characters ;; All of the students (grim included)

Contents ;; could be seen as either platonic or romantic (except ortho's and grim's!), GN!reader, no beta read‼️around 1200 words total, 50~ words per character

Riddle ;; i think he would see it as weird and although he would keep it he doesn't think it to be sentimental, for him its just some random rock you randomly gave him, may give you some trinkets (no rocks :( ) as payback (prolly roses or rose themed stuff)

Trey ;; he wouldn't understand why you chose to give him a... rock? probably put it in some drawer in his room and forgot about it unless you explain why

Cater ;; doesn't understand but will keep the rock in his bedside table, may understand that its a sentimental gift from you and if its pretty enough he will post a pic of it!!!

Ace ;; throws it away. Nah but hes similar to trey, confused abt why would you give him?? a rock you found somewhere on the floor?? would prolly make fun of you if you told him why (but the way his face lowkey matches his hair is proof that hes gettin flustered)

Deuce ;; HE GETS YOU!!! will absolubtely cherish the lil rock AND give you some in return, you two may start a rock gifting competition to see which one of you gives the prettiest one to the other

Leona ;; "...what is this". will throw it away (this time fr) unless you specifically tell him its a sentimental gift, then he will throw it in a drawer and forgets abt it (man does NOT care abt a rock sorry :/) but if you are especially close to him and the rock is pretty he may send it back to his brother for it to be made into some jewelry... but DO NOT mention it if he wears it

Ruggie ;; if its pretty enough he will display it in his room, if not, he still puts it carefully in a box with other trinkets, may also find you one for yourself (my man gets it!!) and may even give you some dandelions he was saving for a quick snack if he finds you while out (doing Leona's work) walking

Jack ;; super confused but lowkey touched, will put it with his (many) cactai, if you do it multiple times, he will start giving you some he found on a run that he thought you would like

Azul ;; if he likes you hes giggling and kicking his feet, will put it in his desk at the VIP room, no matter if its just a broken brick or a cute crystal you found, the tweels make fun of him for this

Jade ;; probably has gifted you some by himself that he found on his lil mountain treks, may put whatever you give him in one of his terrariums as decor

Floyd ;; loves it a normal (crazy) amount, cherishes the rock SO much, probably gives it a small hat and face and brings it around the school, will loose it and demand you find another one for him... he might throw it at you to get your attention

Kalim ;; definition of !!!!YIPPIEEE!!! puts it on his bedside table and stares at it while giggling before going to sleep, beware, you will find boxes of gemstones (not the cheap ones!!!) in front of your room at any moment now

Jamil ;; may try to hide it but he finds it cute, covers his face before accepting the rock, leaves it on his desk for when he goes back to his room to give him a small boost in mood, doesn't reciprocate the rock giving but isn't against receiving more from you

Vil ;; what. what the hell is this. unless its throughly clean and has some interesting colors/design/it's pretty he will throw it away woops, doesn't understand the appeal but if youre sad he threw it away hell ask you for "the prettiest rock for him, the prettiest person you've seen"

Rook ;; now youre inexplicably finding rocks EVERYWHERE, your pillow is lumpy? rock! you wanted cereals for breakfast? filled with rocks! went to put on your socks? why is there a rock?! he may even throw them at you from afar!! (believe him he didn't actually think it through he just wanted to surprise you)

Epel ;; kinda gets you!! may not reciprocate the rock giving at first (he prefers personally carving you some apples as a gift) but will if you explain to him the sentimentality behind it!! will save any rock you give him and maybe even send one back to his meemaw if he deems it cool enough

Idia ;; Doesn't really?? get it at first?? but when he was (forced to be) outside he saw a cool rock on the sidewalk and went "oh hey they would like this one!... Oh damn." a light bulb went off of his head at that moment, he wont really give you any rock bc he simply doesn't go outside, but will put the rocks you give him between his idol merch and figurines

Ortho ;; the epitome of just there for the vibes, doesn't understand jackshit of why youre doing it but if youre happy he's happy!! will test the rocks to see what compound or kind they are and tell you funfacts about them

Malleus ;; OH LORDDDDD hes kneeling down and holding his chest the moment you open up your hand and present him with the rock, A GIFT??? FOR HIM?? FROM YOUUU???? hes a very shinnies boy so be prepared to find anything gold anywhere in your dorm/room, he actually gets you from the start and is so happy, like straight up giddy, cackling in his room as he makes a small altar for the rock (half joking)

Lillia ;; also very giggly and understands the act of gifting rocks as a show of friendship (or more) will also leave small trinkets on your way (some of them are hundreds of years old... be careful)

Silver ;; hes used to small animals also giving him offerings and trinkets, so he understands the sentimentality behind the little rock, will also give you some shinny stone he found while resting in the forest, look it has the shape of a chipmunk!!

Sebek ;; he doesn't understand, he doesn't care. nah but seriously he really doesn't get why even if you explain it to him, no "it reminded me of you", "i though you would like it", "its pretty tho!!"s will make him understand, but please do ignore how close he set it to his Malleus' altar

Grim ;; acts like he doesn't want it and might even throw it away in your face, but the moment you turn around hes running back and searching desperately for it, he wont ask for any but if you give him more he aint complaining, hes like the

+"do you like it?

-"no"

+"then ill take it"

-"BACK OFF, NO WAY!"

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itsmealaiah · 4 months

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Bet I can make you feel better baby

(not my gif)

Thank you @pauxliaa44 for this request ❤️❤️

tags/ warnings: sleepy smut, fingering, praise

hope you enjoy 🥰

synopsis: after an awful day at work for both you and tom, you both relax together, relieving any pent up stress

your pov:

I shuffle into the bedroom, exhausted. My hair is a mess, my clothes rumpled. I collapse onto the bed, groaning, and pull the covers over me. It's been an awful day. Tom is right behind me, a tired smile playing on his lips. He climbs onto the bed, stripping off his shirt as he goes, revealing his toned chest and flat stomach. I can't help but watch as he kicks off his shoes and socks, before crawling over to me. He lies down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Hey, love," he whispers, running a hand through my hair. "You want to talk about it?"

I shake my head, still too tired to speak. He nods understandingly and kisses the top of my head. For a moment, we lie there in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. I feel the warmth of his body against mine, and the rhythm of his breathing slowly begins to match mine. It's like we're in our own little bubble, shielded from the outside world and all its troubles.

Tom reaches down, tracing lazy circles on my stomach, making me giggle despite myself.

"You're still so beautiful, you know that?" he whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my collarbone. "Even when you're all disheveled and tired."

I let out a contented sigh, feeling the weight of the day start to slip away as his fingers continue their lazy dance. I reach up, running my hands through his hair, marveling at how soft it is. He tilts his head back, giving me better access, and I can't help but smile as I feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

"You smell good," I mumble, nuzzling my face into his neck. He hums in agreement, pressing his hips against mine, and I can feel myself growing more aware of him, of how close we are. The gentle rocking of our bodies against each other is intoxicating, and I can feel my breath hitch in my throat.

Tom leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss. His lips are soft and full, and I can taste the lingering sweetness of the mint gum he chewed earlier. He pulls back, eyes meeting mine, and I'm lost in the depths of his gaze. There's something so intimate about this moment, like we're the only two people in the world.

His hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, and between my legs. My breath hitches as his fingers find their way to my core, already damp from our earlier encounter. He curls them, stroking me gently, and I arch into his touch, moaning softly. The sensation is so good, so right, and I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, kissing me again. "Let it out. Let go of all that stress and exhaustion." His other hand comes up, cupping my breast through my shirt, teasing the sensitive peak. I can feel the tautness building in my core, the urgency growing, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

With a groan, I thread my fingers through his hair, urging him on. His touch is so skillful, so knowing, and it feels like every stroke brings me closer to the release I so desperately need. I can feel myself tightening around his fingers, and the sensation is almost unbearable. "Tom…" I gasp, my voice breaking. "I'm going to… I'm…"

He smiles down at me, kissing me softly. "That's it, love. Let go. Let me hold you." His fingers continue their relentless pace, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. With a cry, I come, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over me. Tom's name is a constant murmur on my lips, a prayer as he helps me ride out the incredible sensation.

As my breath begins to steady, he gently guides my hips back down to the bed, his fingers never straying from their rhythm. "That's it," he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Feel better now?" I nod, still catching my breath as he withdraws his hand. His touch feels impossibly good, and it takes everything in me not to beg for more. But then he's kissing me, his lips soft and tender against mine, and all that fades away.

I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers. He lies beside me, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. It's like we're in our own little world, protected from everything else. "Thank you," I whisper when I find my voice. "That was… I needed that."

He smiles down at me, his eyes bright with love. "I needed it too," he says, tracing a finger along my jaw. "You have no idea how much." And then he leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a tender kiss that seems to last for eternity.

The air in the room feels thick with the weight of our connection, and I can feel my heart racing as I explore the contours of his face with my fingertips. I wonder if he can tell how much I need him, how much I want this to be real. I want to tell him, to find the words, but they always seem to get stuck in my throat. Instead, I lean in and nibble gently on his bottom lip, hoping the gesture will convey the depth of my emotions.

He moans softly, arching his back into my touch. His hands move up my sides, cupping my breasts through my shirt, and I can feel the heat of his skin against mine. His lips find mine again, and we're lost in the sweet, slow dance of our mouths. I wish I could stay like this forever, feeling the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms, the softness of his lips.

As if sensing my thoughts, Tom pulls back, looking down at me with a smile. "I wish we could stay like this forever too," he says quietly. "But we should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

I nod, reluctantly. Even though I know he's right, it's hard to imagine falling asleep after the intensity of our connection. But as I feel his warm breath against my skin and the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, I begin to relax, my eyelids growing heavy.

He lies back down, pulling the blanket up over us, and I snuggle closer, nestling my head into the crook of his neck. I can feel his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, and it's almost like I can hear his heart beating just for me. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by him, protected by him. It's a feeling I've never experienced before, and it's both foreign and familiar all at once.

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

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j-niret · 10 months

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“ let’s stay in ”

✩‧₊˚ pairing — bf!hyunjin x curvy!gf!reader warnings — fluff, mild mentions of insecurities, lots of kissing and hyunnie being needy for his bby, size kink if you blink??? is pretty suggestive but i wouldn’t say this categorizes as full-on smut tbh

✩‧₊˚ requested? yes!

debuting this acc as my skz writing blog hehe (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) i had fun doing this request! pls lmk your thoughts on this <3

“almost ready yet babe?” hyunjin’s muffled voice through the door asks for the third time in a row. your brain kicks in to panic mode knowing he’s been waiting patiently for the past half hour yet no progress has been made. you were both supposed to meet with chan, changbin, and minho for dinner reservations but you loathed every single thing in your wardrobe right now. nothing was cooperating and you felt a meltdown beginning to transpire with the piles of clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. “y-yeah just um- give me a few more minutes be out in a jiffy!” that was a total lie but at least you stalled for more time. you’ve scoured your whole closet for a nice outfit to wear tonight but today was just not your day… almost everything you tried on was seemingly inadequate, fit weirdly, or accentuated that one particular body part a little too much for the other boys to see.

you huff in frustration, sifting through the tornado of a mess you’ve created, nothing was going your way; you still had no clothes on and hyunjin will start to grow suspicious any minute now. it’s not like you even have ugly clothes either — you buy the cutest stuff that matches your pretty aesthetic. you own a million and one dresses, skirts, frilly tops that hyunjin always says makes you look like a fairy princess, you had endless options but none lived up to your standards in this moment. time was ticking and you were only digging a deeper grave from procrastinating. “y/nnn, what’s taking so lo- you aren’t even dressed yet?!” hyunjin barges through the door without even knocking first. his eyebrows lift in confusion at the sight of you still completely undressed, you attempted to shield your body with your hands but hyunjin glares at your reaction. “what’s to hide? i’ve seen you in much less, no sense in being shy with me now babe.” he teased, snaking his arms around your waist while proceeding to litter kisses all over your flustered face.

usually you’d welcome this type of action with open eager and delight but your mind was being cruel to you, inability to focus on any positive attributes at this point. you wiggled in his arms to let loose from the tight grip he had on you but this only made him question your resistance, “what’s the matter bun?” he asks sweetly, voice notching up several octaves. “nothing’s wrong hyune, why would you think that?” you’re a terrible liar, hyunjin could notice something off with you instantly. “we’ve been dating almost a year now y/n, you can’t think i’m that oblivious to when you’re upset about something… talk to me, i’m here for a reason.” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, pulling you closer into him. your timid nature makes it harder for you in expressing the way you feel, looking down at your feet clad with a pair of cinnamoroll socks. you hesitate to speak up but it was only fair to be honest with your boyfriend, “i just don’t feel like myself today…” your voice trails, unable to choke up another sentence. “how come? what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” his hands roam your curves, delicately massaging your body. “i don’t necessarily… like the way clothing draws attention to my bum…” you admit, sulking in his arms “i get insecure about how large it is.”

hyunjin couldn’t tell if you were actually being serious or not, is this really something to feel insecure about? he thought to himself. he loves every inch, nook and cranny of you — it was a shock to him you could even think so poorly of yourself. “i’m not sure i understand where you’re coming from.. i mean look at you, you’re literally the cutest girl ever. i adore your body, and you have the nicest bum i’ve ever seen might i add!” he twirls you around to face him, eyes glimmering with twinkles in them as you looks at you. you couldn’t help but pout, although his reassurance was sincere you were still unable to get out of the funk your mind settled in. “heyy, don’t give me that look— turn that frown upside down for me doll.” his finger probes the side of your lip to curl into a faux smile. large, ring clad hands drift down further to scoop your toosh firmly in his palms. puckering his lips for a kiss as he leans down to close the space between you, you scrunch your nose while hesitating to kiss back — you still felt uneasy in your own skin, the sweet sugary taste of him was distracting you well though. you soon melted into his touch, forgetting about your problems once the kiss grew heavier, lips hastily moving together as he squeezes your rear, giving it a light tap to make you squeal in his mouth.

smirking into the kiss, he kneads the plushness of your cheeks while you sigh into him. you were on your tippy toes since his height towered over you like crazy, one of your favorite polar opposites you were most fond of. as you pulled away a huge grin was plastered on the brunette male’s face, admiring you in awe, he still can’t fathom someone as ethereal as you being fully his. “you’re perfect just the way you are babe. i’ll tell you everyday ‘til you get sick and tired of hearing it, even then i won’t stop!” he assures lovingly, “my juicy booty cutiee.” you burst out laughing at that silly little nickname, he never fails to turn your sour mood sweet again. he peppers a soft kiss to your forehead as he rubs your sides, he’ll never get enough of you, truly addicted by your existence.

the buzz of vibrating echoes in the air, interrupting the shared moment between you; hyunjin dug into the back pocket of his jeans to answer his phone. “yello?” he responds, you could faintly hear what you think was changbin on the other end asking if you two were still coming. “ahh right, about that… i think we’re gonna have to skip out on this one hyung, y/n’s not feeling too well right now and i need to take care of her.” your eyes grow wide at the excuse hyunjin came up with, it seems he’s changed his mind about the plans too. uttering a few more things before hanging up he shoves the phone back into his pocket and faces you again. “you know you didn’t have to cancel right? that was rude of you!” you felt slightly guilty but deep down you were relieved. “it’s okay really, let’s stay in and order takeout instead. i’m sure they’ll understand.” he shrugs, voice sounding like honey as he bends down for another quick kiss. “i just want all my attention on you tonight, my darling.”

#hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x female reader #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #hyunjin fic

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ocn-blvd · 9 months

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pink bubblegum.

author’s note: was listening to this song while high and couldn’t help myself :3! enjoy <3

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol consumption, smut, confusing situationship, and smut

the hard candy clanked against your teeth as you sexually hummed at the cruel sucking at your center. you mindlessly followed the slow rhythmic flow of her tongue on the pastel lollipop in your mouth; even catching the spelling of her name on your clit.

the sugary treat matched the color of your skirt and long socks that went past your knees. your nipples hardened to the air that nipped your bare chest, your free hand pinching the bud and massaging the lump of fat from time to time.

it wasn’t unusual for you to be in this position - you under her as she fucked you ‘til you were dumb - but it wasn’t as often as you’d like, as much as you hated to admit it. it was recently when you two started having casual sex; the first time was while the two of you had alcohol in your veins, but you kept doing it despite being involved with someone.

the situationship you shared with another woman was… complicated. no matter how hard you tried, you weren’t receiving the same amount of love you were trying to give. it was exhausting trying to justify and make up unjust reasonings for the erratical behavior out of the sake of what felt like ‘love’.

it didn’t help that this woman cheated on you while you were vacationing in the cold mountains with your family. you only found out when she posted a picture with the two of them on her main snapchat story and not the private story she took you out of. it wasn’t like you two were in an established relationship - but ever since then, things have been rocky.

and of course, ellie knew every major and minor detail of this ridiculous mess of a ‘relationship’. she was the first person you’d think to call and rant to, and she’d always listen on the other line, mentally telling herself that she could treat you so much better. she’d always ask tell you to come over so she could physically comfort you.

when she opened the door to your disheveled eyes that were filled with liquid, staining your face… let’s just say she wasn’t too pleased about it.

she hated seeing you so blue and it contrasted her red; angry at the woman who played with your precious heart and feelings. she knew you didn’t deserve it— and she also knew you were too good for that woman… so why haven’t you left her for her.

it started with ellie engulfing you in her strong arms that wrapped tightly around you, and her head atop of your shoulder, smelling your bubblegum scent that blinded her senses. it was addicting… you were addicting.

she pressed gentle kisses behind your ear and slowly pecked her way to one of your many sweet spots she knows. your breath hitched - just like she expected. she wanted to make you feel better at any cost, and it worked like a charm.

out of all of the women ellie attracted and flirted with her, you caught her eye. you two met at a summer party almost a year ago as dina introduced you to each other; from then on, the sexual chemistry between the two of you was sensible from a mile away.

she liked how you responded to her being rough. pulling at your hair, smacking your ass, and gripping your throat always got a kick out of you. she only found out about this kink when accidentally pulling on your strands in the heat of the moment. when she heard the sigh you made, she dropped her hand. and without disconnecting the slobbery kiss, you connected her hand to the back of your hand again, making her groan as she tugged even harder.

“bet i make you feel so good compared to her…” her words muffled against you as she grated her teeth over your sensitive spot, sending a shiver down your spine and an arch to your back. her mouth, cheeks, and chin were covered in your slick as her face was dug so deep into you. she wanted to suffocate in your scent… in your taste.

“yes- ngh! you… really do..!” you shamelessly cried as you let go of a choked moan, moving the lollipop away from your mouth and gripping ellie’s hair with your free hand, holding her hair up. she studied your face that contorted in pleasure. your eyes occasionally opened to look down at her before rolling to the back of your head.

she hated hearing your cries of sadness but couldn’t get enough of your cries of pleasure. she’d much rather a tear running down your leg than your pretty cheeks - unable to keep her head away from between your thighs.

her hands gripped at your marked inner thighs, causing them to turn a darker shade of purple. she flicked her tongue over your wet clit, that’s overstimulated from your previous orgasms, before sliding the sore muscle into your pussy, moaning at the taste of you. you bucked and rolled your hips against her as she reached her hands to grip your hips, holding you still.

you whimpered and whined at her harsh grip - the pain added on to the pleasure as you moaned a moan ellie could only imagine to hear from you. it will always be her favorite song.

when she was done, she planted smooches on your marked thighs up to your marked neck. you didn’t even bother to complain about them, skipping the possibility of getting caught.

her hazy green eyes dashed over your fucked out face, using her slender thumb to wipe away a tiny tear from the corner of your eyes. she smirked as she stared at you, eventually looking at your lips.

“you look perfect,” she affirmed to you in a hushed tone, letting you know your worth. she always dropped small compliments on you and letting you know how glad she is to have you around.

she daydreamed about moments like this - about all the sexual acts she wanted to do to you. though she didn’t know how you actually felt about her. she didn’t know whether you two had something or were just each other’s flings - and the fear of telling you how she really felt consumed her every time she’d think to ask. or maybe you were just using her for pleasure…

but all her worries lessened in this moment where she had you, laying in her bed, being a moaning mess because of her. if that wasn’t a win, she didn’t know what was.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams angst

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monalogs · 1 month

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"Ku-Ku." | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - Noncon, Master/Pet play, cunnilingus, fingering, slight bloodplay, unsafe sex, pain

a/n - randal brainrot, i adore this lil freak :3 first fic on this blog btw !! requests open (check my pinned) also ignore any mistakes

Luther Von Ivory scans his options presented to him, there are many animals, but he's looking for something specific. A human. He actually didn't know what his brother preferred in humans, but he's sure Randal wouldn't question Luther’s wonderful taste.

The employee gets to you, “She just came in.” He sees you kick around in the cage you were in, “Let me out! I’m not an animal!” Luther sticks a long finger through the bars of your enclosure. He winces when he feels you chomp down on it, quickly drawing it back.

“Are you sure this isn't a dog? I much prefer cats if that's the case.”

“She's a full blooded human! Trust me, found her hitchhiking on the side of the road myself.”

“Hm, okay then. I’ll take her.” Luther’s lucky he kept a sedative in his car. You’ll get trained later.

Randal basically squeals when he sees you, immediately pulling you out of the box and into his arms. For however drugged up you were, you could make out what they were saying perfectly.

He shook you, “Brother, you really didn't!”

“I did. Isn't she pretty?”

“Yeah! I like the way her eyes droop, the drool is a great touch too.”

“That's not permanent, Randal.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Well, her name is (Y/N).” You can barely mumble as you make out blurry beady eyes staring at you through thick rimmed glasses, “I want…to go… h…home.”

A bizarre giggle escaped his lips, ku ku? “Don't be silly, you are home now.”

You decided to just sleep.

Soon, you had to wake up. And when you do, you see you’ve been put in a frilly, black dress. It’s short sleeved with a white bow on the v-neckline, lace detailing follow the curve of your waist. You notice matching thigh-high black socks on you as well, though you didn't have on any shoes.

You are sober enough to note the room. Posters hang on the wall, all odd anime things, along with creepy dolls littering around that stare. It then hits you that you are sitting in a cushioned coffin.

Holy shit. This is some freak shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Before you can fully get up, the door slams open. “You’re awake!” It's the boy, Randal. You scream and jump back, falling back onto carpeted floor. Suddenly, he’s on top of you.

“Nyon reeeaaaallllyyyy got you in some cute clothes! You look like a doll! Very lifelike.” He seems to hum out the words as he straddles your hands to the side of your head.

“I want to go home! Let me go home!” You thrash beneath him, but he's freakishly strong for someone so lanky. His grip tightens on your wrists. “Nuh-uh. We bought you. Legally, you are mine.”

He keeps that toothy smile on his face, “Anyways, you were on the side of the road. You really didn't have a family, did you?” Randal laughs his weird laugh again while you stare at him with wide eyes, “Exactly what I thought!”

He doesn't loosen his grip as he brings his mouth down to lick your ear. You clamp up, “Don't… don't do that.” It comes out meekly, and though Randal isn't that intimidating in size, you feel dwarfed.

“Ah, I can train you however I want. I’m your master, remember?” Randal’s breath feels hot on the side of you before he licks you again, this time on your neck. “How about you say it? Say that I’m your master.”

You choke on a sob you didn't realize you were holding in as he murmurs into your ear, “Hey, listen to me.” Randal’s noticeably becoming more aggravated, his gloved nails are digging into your wrists now. He still keeps that terrible smile on his face.

With burning skin, you whisper, “You're… you’re my master…” Randal twists your wrists, “Louder for me.”

You cave in, “You're my master!” Finally, the pressure on your wrists is gone. He laughs again, moving one hand down to your waist while the other rests on your thigh. “Ku-ku, I like that!”

He fiddles with the side of your dress, slowly hiking it up to where your thighs and panties are fully exposed for him, the red on his face deepens. “You really are so so pretty! Soft, like a human pillow, so soft. I just wanna eat you.” He breathes heavily, “I just might.”

There's something prodding at the fabric on your thigh, he pulls them apart without much hesitation. “Please, don't.” Again, it’s quiet. He coos at your small plea, “Pets have to listen. Now, lift your ass.”

Finally, you're exposed to him. The dress is discarded next to you, along with your underwear. You want to curl up, hide, cover, anything. You can't. His grasp is too firm, and truthfully, you are scared. He doesn’t care to hurt you. He sees you as a pet, his human. That is your biggest flaw

Gloved fingers find your cunt, prodding at your entrance. Randal fiddles with the fly of his pants, pulling himself out. He strokes himself lazily, eyes glued to the sight of his fingers sinking into your pretty pussy. A small moan forces it way out of you, he has long fingers– like his brother. Soon, he’s knuckle deep, face inches from your slick heat.

“Hah, you're dripping!” You can't bare to look at him, head tilted in the air as you huff at the good

feeling. You aren't prepared when he suddenly sticks his tongue between your thighs. Oh. That gets a long moan out of you, “Nooo–”

Randal smirks, savoring your taste as he sloppily laps his tongue around his fingers and against your cunt. He can't help himself but jerk off his aching cock, getting off to your noises. He’s tasting you, but he wants more.

It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes that he’s been eating you out. It's creditably sloppy, drool drips down between you and you know he isn't great at it– but the eagerness makes a knot build in your abdomen. A loud moan mixes with your pleas when that knot snaps. You let go a pitched breath when he finally separates his tongue and fingers from you, moving to hover atop of you.

“I was right, you taste amazing.” He’s catching his breath, grabbing his cock as he aligns it between you, “You’ll feel amazing.” You want to beg but you know he wouldn't listen, why would you? You're just a pet. A pet he can do whatever to.

He rubs against you, teasing his tip at your entrance. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?” The shade on his face is heavy, his glasses are foggy but you can still see the glint of lust behind them, staring right at you. He grabs your face to look at him, “Say it. Tell your master you want it.” Again, he digs his nails into your puffy cheeks.

“Please– please master…” He roughly ruts against you, the side of his length rubs against your clit as he groans, “Fuck yeah!” Randal pitches, loud moans pull out of him, grabbing your clothed legs and angling them to rest on his shoulders, finally sinking his whole length into you.

You swear you see blood drip from his nose when he forces himself in, but you can't focus on it, he’s already moving in and out.

God, he's loud. Louder than you even, he can't keep himself together, clearly in bliss with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Ooooh– perfect, perfect pet!” Randal folds you, positioning roughly. He's trying to reach the deepest parts of you, he isn't concerned how your legs sting at the stretch. He's too focused on the way your tits bounce up and down, hypnotizing him to go deeper, faster.

You really are perfect, tight and wet around him. He wants to keep staring into your big, teary, eyes. It all aches him to get closer to you. He wants to fully consume you. For him to become a part of you. No, scratch that. You become a part of him.

“Hah, hah, you make your master feel soooo good.” He licks your tears, making you attempt to pull slightly from him, but he doesn't allow that to happen. Instead, he makes sure to fold you more, knees pressed against your chest in a way that makes you even tighter around him.

He’s speeding up, babbling about how good you feel. You feel like you can't even get a breath in now, it's hard to expand your lungs with your legs and Randal’s weight so close to your chest. Red blood drips onto your face and you look to see the pure lust Randal has spread across his face. You want to reach and wipe the blood so badly, feeling how it drips so closely to your mouth. Randal beats you to it first, gripping your face again and wiping his blood around with his thumb.

He laughs, smearing it across your face. Then, he tightens his grip again, his blood covered thumb rests on your quivering bottom lip, “Open up, doll.” You grit your teeth, trying to turn but his grasp locks you in place. “Ah, you should listen to your master.” You relent. “Good girl, ku-ku. I know you bite– don’t even try.” Then, he sticks his whole thumb in your mouth, rubbing it on the back of your tongue to make sure you taste the iron. You want to gag and bite, but you know you can't.

Randal finally draws his gloved thumb from your mouth, his blood replaced with your saliva. “Fuck– you feel so good, you me to come outside or inside? You– ah, tell me.” He’s twitching inside you, and quickly you shake your head, “No–”

“Kidding, I'm coming inside!”

Your stomach turns, and you hate the knot in your abdomen that makes you tighten around him, helping him come undone inside of you. He’s pumping white before you can even refuse, snapping his hips against you so hard you're sure you might bruise.

It's hard to tell how long it's been when Randal finally pulls out of you. You feel him drip down your sore legs, dampening your thigh-high socks. He eventually gets off on top of you as you both catch your breath. You lay on the carpet, a sticky and full sensation swallows you whole.

Randal has the nerve to snuggle next to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist and burying his face into your neck. The smallest sob gets stuck in your throat, there isn't any way to get out of this, is there?

“Sh, just go to sleep. You have more training later.” Ku-ku.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Running from the Flames {29}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, smut, labour

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I woke to soft kisses on my shoulder and Pierre’s hand catching the foot that kicked wildly. Dawn had already broken and he should have been getting ready for race day but I was thankful to have him all to myself for a few minutes before I had to share him with the world.

“I was having a good dream,” I murmured as I snuggled back against his chest and the warmth his bare skin offered.

“Yeah? What made it good?” he asked between the kisses that inched their way up my neck.

He gently sucked the sweet spot below my ear and my breath left my lungs with a soft moan. “You.”

“What was I doing?” he whispered in my ear, his fingertips travelling slowly down my waist and over my hip leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I rolled over to face him and he pulled my leg over his hip, the thin material between us needing only a small adjustment to make my dream spill into the real world. Unfortunately one of us had to be responsible and it fell on me as I brushed his wild hair back from his face. “Things you're not allowed to do on race day.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat at the reminder and he pulled me closer, grinding his hard length over my soaked panties. “If I have to be horny all day, so can you.”

All thoughts of being responsible were erased when he rolled his hips again to tease me. It wasn’t really my fault with how erratic these hormones made me, one moment I could be crying because I couldn’t find a matching sock in the washing pile and the next I was climbing on Pierre’s lap with a burning need to be filled.

“You vowed to satisfy me every day for the rest of our lives,” I said as I hooked my leg around him to stop him from rolling away to get out of bed.

“Cherish, love and obey,” he chuckled. “I’m not sure the priest would’ve let me say satisfy.”

“Then obey your wife, and make love to me,” I muttered against his lips before I captured them and felt his hand reach between us, pulling my panties aside.

“You are a terrible influence,” he smirked, his fingers dragging slowly through my folds and feeling just how wet I was for him.

“The worst,” I sighed softly as he prepared my body for him, but I was more than ready to take him. “Please, Pierre, I need you. You can take your time with me tomorrow.”

The sun was out, the Suzuka circuit was in its optimal condition and Pierre was having an amazing race. It couldn’t have been more exciting with big challenges going on with every lap as I sat on the wall beside Otmar, my headset connected to the team comms.

“Go baby, go,” I whispered to the muted microphone as he hit the DRS zone fractions behind Fernando. Pierre swung out of the slipstream and with the drag reduction open he was flying past the Aston Martin. I leapt from the chair with a scream as he pulled into fourth position and turned into the speed trap corner perfectly while Otmar punched the air with a grin.

“Great work, Pierre, keep that up, you’ve got your wife jumping out her seat,” Otmar praised before he turned to me but I was busy staring at my dress, or more importantly, the small puddle of water dripping at my feet. “Oh, shit.”

“What? What is it?” Pierre asked in a hurry.

“Don’t!” I hissed at my godfather when he opened his mouth. “There’s only 4 laps left. Please, don’t tell him.”

“Nothing, just spilled my drink in the excitement,” Otmar answered and I could see he wasn’t happy with the lie before he muted his microphone. “We need to get you off the wall now and to the hospital.”

“It’s too early…what do I do?” My voice broke as his arm hooked into mine and he looked down the pits to see if any teams were preparing a stop.

“Don’t think about that right now, you’ll be in good hands.” After he was satisfied it was clear, he walked me across the asphalt and caught the eyes of the paramedics who usually checked the crew if someone got injured.

“Get her in an ambulance now,” Otmar ordered them as he grabbed my bag from the pile of belongings on Pierre’s shelf. “I’ll call Damien so he can bring Addie and Pierre.”

A huge cheer filled the garage and I spun around to see the screens replaying another overtake. Pierre was in third place with two laps to go, just ahead of Charles, but he was still too far from the Red Bull cars to catch unless there was a flag. There was no way I could stop him now, not when he was going to find himself on a podium.

The tight sensations I had felt on and off since arriving at the paddock were no longer just uncomfortable but becoming painful. These were not harmless braxton hicks contractions anymore and more water was running down my legs with each one. That was when the panic set in.

“Talk me through what’s happening, Bri.” Amber said as she opened her medical kit and pulled out the blood pressure cuffs. Ever since my pregnancy was announced they had been kept up to date with my progress for this very situation and I had thought it was silly at the time, now I would have to thank Otmar for indulging Pierre’s request.

“My waters have broken and I’m guessing that the back ache I’ve had all day isn’t actually a back ache.” I hunched over as another wave of pain clenched the entire span of my stomach and a low groan escaped my gritted teeth. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“BP is a little high but that’s expected when in pain. Sounds like baby is definitely coming a little early so I’m going to call one of the standby ambulances to come and get us alright.”

My hands trembled as I held my stomach protectively and watched her make the call through her walkie talkie. “I’m only 34 weeks.”

“Japan has some of the best medical care in the world, they are equipped to handle this,” she assured me as she received a reply that the ambulance was coming down the pitlane.

Pierre’s POV

“Tires struggled on this lap,” I commented to my engineer as I checked my mirrors to see Charles’ red car falling further behind. “Hello?”

I had pushed the medium tires more than I should have but I had the pace to get ahead of Charles so I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity while it was in my grasp. Instead I would just have to be more conscious on the corners with the grip getting worse.

I rounded the last corner before hitting the home straight and spared a glance to the pit wall in case the comms had gone down and the team put a sign out. What I saw instead made my heart skip a beat.

“Why is there an ambulance? Hello? Can you hear me?” Each second of silence that passed left my palms sweaty and my attention torn between where I was and where I wanted to be.

The comms crackled to life in my ear and my engineer finally answered. “Just manage the tires the best you can for the final lap.”

“The ambulance,” I repeated as my eyes darted around the track searching for any flags being waved but the stewards held nothing. “Why is it in the pit lane?”

“Focus on the race, babe.” The relief my wife’s voice brought was fleeting as it didn’t hold the same warmth and the tone was clipped like when she was distracted, or in pain.

“Box, box, I’m coming in,” I rushed as I hit the button on my console to confirm I was returning to the pits at the end of the lap.

“You can’t finish in the pit!” Bri argued before she groaned in pain and my mind was set as I pushed the limits of the tires to get back to her even sooner.

“Try stop me,” I muttered.

Determination set in as clusters of marbles were thrown from my tires on every corner, blue flags waving as I passed Logan's car and then Oscar’s next. There was no elation when Karel let me know I set a new sector record or that I was closing in on Danny. There was nothing but the need to get to my family.

I could see the chequered flag waving, the finish line up ahead and the crowd on their feet. I hated to disappoint the fans, but my family would always come first. It was them who would still be standing by my side when I no longer raced, not the fans, of that I had no illusion.

I pulled into the pits, ignoring the speed limit, and found the teams had created a path that usually would have been swamped by the media. A path that led all the way to the ambulance waiting outside my garage.

The wheels locked with how hard I came to a stop and I barely registered cutting the power before I was tearing the console from the steering column and jumping to the asphalt.

I was no stranger to adrenaline but the fear that cut through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced when I saw Bri on the stretcher, her brows pinched in pain and her hands cradling her stomach. The thought of something bad happening to either of them caused a chill to creep into my body.

They had to be alright, or I would never be able to alright again.

“Give me your helmet and go,” Otmar ordered as stood at the door to the ambulance.

“Adelaide?”

“Damien’s with her and they’ll find you at the hospital.” Otmar frowned and pressed the headset closer to his ear before looking down the pit to the entrance where Charles was pulling in. “What? All of them?”

I didn’t wait to find out what was happening as I climbed the steps into the ambulance and grabbed my wife’s hand. “Le bébé?” My throat seemed to close at the question and I tried to keep my mind busy as I waited for an answer but then I saw the skirt of those floral sundresses she loved so much. The bright material was dark with the liquid soaking it.

“I don’t know.” Tears welled in her eyes at the whispered admission and I took the seat beside her, pressing my lips to her forehead so she didn’t see the ones that filled mine too.

“It’s okay, shh, it’s alright, amore,” I murmured weakly as I looked at the team medic and prayed I wasn’t lying.

“BP is still rising but the baby's heartbeat is steady so they are stable for transport,” Amber said as she watched the readings on the monitor. “Shiroko Women’s are preparing a theatre for our arrival. They’re in good hands, Pierre.”

Her words gave me a glimmer of hope that I clung to. I needed that to be true for my own sanity.

Amber got up to close the back of the van after relaying the information to a translator who passed it onto the hospital and the air left my lungs as I saw the line of cars down the pit lane, the Williams and McLaren I had overtaken on the last lap just pulling in at the very back.

“FIA can’t DNF 18 drivers,” Bri said as she saw the same thing and squeezed my hand tightly. “They’ll be forced to use the pit entry as the final positions. They’re making sure you get your podium.”

“I don’t need it,” I said as I leaned back in the seat to see the driver putting the van in gear. “I need you and our baby safe.”

A loud bang sounded on the back door just as we started to roll forward and I shouted to the driver to stop at the familiar voice calling out.

“Let him in,” Bri begged Amber, though the space was already limited.

Amber opened the door quickly and Yuki stood panting from the full out sprint he had made along the pit lane to reach us. “I thought you might need a translator,” he said as he scratched his head and looked me dead in the eye. “Your japanese is fucking shit.”

The small chuff of laughter from Bri lightened the burden in my chest and I glanced at our entwined fingers resting on her stomach before looking back at my friend. “I could use all the help I can get.”

Click here for chapter thirty.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover @adalynneva

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x oc #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #running from the flames

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daisynik7 · 11 months

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This is a long one, sorry babe, the socks and feet fetish just gave me such a funny idea for a gag gift for Nanami. Here where I live we have these things called "nakurnjak", it would translate to willy warmer (men wear it in winter to keep their willy's warm) 😭😭😭😭 and the idea of reader buying, even better knitting or crocheting it them self for Nanami is so funny in my head (she could make several to match with his ties!). I did bit of research and to my surprise this fits Nanami's Danish roots BECAUSE they had a tradition where a girl would present her boyfriend with a willy warmer to see how seriously he took their relationship. If the gift was rejected, this was seen as evidence that he was not yet ready for marriage. Reader may or may not be hinting something @ Kento. (References: wiki and reddit)

Pairing: boyfriend!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, suggestive dialogue, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thank you for the request, this was a fun one! I hope you like it and get a good laugh out of it like I did. 😊

With the weather getting colder lately, you decide to put your knitting skills to use. It starts with easy projects, like scarves and bonnets. One day, you go online, searching for different ideas on what to make. Several minutes of browsing, you finally find your next creation: a willy warmer. It’s the last item listed on this website, more of a throwaway as a joke. But you’re absolutely serious about making it. Just thinking about it has you giggling. Upon further research, you discover that in certain traditions, a willy warmer is gifted to a boyfriend to see if they are ready for marriage. This motivates you even further to take on this ambitious project in hopes that Nanami, your boyfriend of several years now, will finally take a hint.

It takes a while to knit it, but eventually, your hard work pays off and the results are outstanding. You manage to recreate his signature spotted tie pattern exactly, so now he’s matching, assuming he accepts this ridiculous gift.

After dinner, the two of you digest your meal on the couch while watching a show you’re following. At the end of the episode, you pause it, reaching into the drawer beside you to retrieve your creation. He eyes you nervously. “What’s going on?”

You grin, holding it out to him. “Surprise!”

He gives you a confused look, waiting for you to explain. When you continue to stare at him, beaming, he asks, “What is this?”

“Babe, you’re Danish, you should know what this is!” You pinch at the tip and the balls, stretching it as if that makes it any clearer.

His brows are furrowed in uncertainty. “It looks like a penis.”

Laughing, you say, “That’s because it’s for your penis. It’s a willy warmer. I knitted it myself. And it matches your tie!”

He chuckles, his expression relaxing. “What on earth am I going to use this for?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, honey. You use it to warm your willy.”

“I don’t need to warm my willy.”

You frown at him. “So you don’t want it?”

“I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to use it.”

Crossing your arms, you toss the willy warmer back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a bit of aggression. “Fine. If you don’t want it, I’m sure somebody else will.” You stand up, stomping towards your bedroom, kicking it closed.

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Nanami fucked up.

He knew it as soon as the smile dropped from her face. It would have been so easy to accept the silly gift like a good boyfriend should, but, of course, he had to mess it up in a royal fashion.

Immediately, he follows her to the bedroom, finding that it’s locked. With a small knock, he says, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll use it, okay? If it makes you happy.” He leans against the frame, pressing his ear to the surface to hear any response. When none comes, he sighs, returning to the couch.

He remembers what she mentioned earlier, about him being Danish, and he wonders what that has to do with it. Phone in hand, he goes to a private browser to do a quick search. After a few minutes, he finds out that hereally fucked up. The tradition says that a man must accept the willy warmer as a gift whenever it is presented to him to indicate that he is ready for marriage.

He buries his face in his hands, groaning at his mistake. Of course he’s ready for marriage. He’s been in love with her for years. And while they’ve discussed it in detail, imagining with fondness about their future together, he’s never actually given her a straight answer about when it will happen. She’s always been patient, never one to pressure him about timelines or threaten him with ultimatums. This is the closest she’s gotten to it, in the form of some crude penile covering. He chuckles to himself at the absurd situation they find themselves in. Still, he has to find a way to make it up to her, and fast.

~~~

You’re actually upset Nanami didn’t accept your gift. Not only did he reject what you spent hours working on, he essentially told you he wasn’t ready for marriage. And sure, maybe he doesn’t know that hidden meaning behind it, but still! You’re annoyed with him.

There’s another gentle knock on the door. This time, you don’t ignore it, swinging it open to give him a piece of your mind. However, the sight you find instead has you speechless.

Nanami is completely naked from head to toe, except for the willy warmer wrapped snugly around his cock. He smirks at you, holding his arms out, presenting himself. Before you can respond, he says, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I accept this gift with all my heart. And, I guess, my penis.”

You burst into laughter, stepping towards him to slide your arms around his waist, face nuzzling his chest. “So, does this mean you want to marry me then?”

He squeezes you in a loving embrace. “You know I do. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. And I can’t wait to officially call you my wife.”

You grin, peering up at him to give him a kiss. “So,” you tease, palming his cock through the yarned fabric, “Shall we test how warm your willy is?”

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nofearageplay · 8 months

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Maid for Diapers - Available now!

When Lilly Riesling enters Ms. Daisy's home to perform her maid services, she discovers the AB/DL world for the first time. But when Ms. Daisy catches her snooping, she's going to have to experience diaper discipline herself.

The next book in The Padded Princess Playroom series is finally here! Take a sneak peek, and read the full story on Kindle!

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Muffled voices outside of the nursery’s door weren’t enough to wake me. Even if they were, I wouldn’t have had enough time to hide the evidence from Miss Daisy.

The homeowner opened the door, and I started to wake up as I heard their ongoing conversation continue.

“I must have missed her on the way out,” Miss Daisy said, her voice growing louder as the door creaked open. “I didn’t even here her leave! I can’t believe she left without her tip…”

Groggily, I began to realize that I wasn’t alone anymore. There wasn’t enough time to think of an escape plan, or to craft an excuse for why I was in Miss Daisy’s crib.

I’m toast…

I looked around the room, trying to find another exit – but the only way out was going to be through the door they were entering.

First, Miss Daisy’s guest entered the room. She seemed preoccupied with something else as she walked through the door, tugging another arm with her.

“C’mon Naomi, let’s get you into a clean diaper,” the guest said. “It’s been a few days already – you should know that you’re not allowed to fight me on diaper changes…”

I remained still in the crib, hoping that she wouldn’t notice me. The changing table was on the other side of the room, so maybe, just maybe… I’d have a chance of escaping.

The lady tugged, and stumbling into the room behind her was the only thing stranger than the adult baby nursery that I had found myself in – a real-life adult baby.

Naomi toddled behind the other woman, dressed in some of the brightest colors I had ever seen on a person. Her bright purple shortalls contrasted sharply with her bright yellow top, but did good to match the yellow socks with ruffles around the ankles that stepped towards the changing table.

Effortless, Naomi was lifted off her feet and laid on her back on the changing table. Quickly, the woman fastened Naomi’s hands above her head, and then did the same to her feet before drawing the chest strap over her lap. Naomi wasn’t going to be getting away from this one, but she didn’t seem to mind too much as she stared at the ceiling with her pacifier in her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it, I was going to see the changing table in action. I felt a chill run down my spine as I thought about being in her position, so effortlessly forced into bondage to have their diaper changed.

I could have squealed at the humiliating prospect, but I bit my tongue and managed to stay quiet as Miss Daisy entered the room, closing the nursery door behind her, and pushing a button to lock them all inside.

Crap! I’m going to have to sneak out of here after they leave now…

“That’s a good girl, Naomi,” the caregiver said as she pulled down the little’s pants, revealing a thick diaper around her waist. “I swear, Daisy, this little one fought me so hard during her first diaper change! She really didn’t want to be restrained, the poor little was crying the entire time.”

Naomi’s face flushed with blood. As much as I wanted to get out of there, I couldn’t take my attention off her.

“Well, I’m sure that she knows by now it’s in her best interest to be restrained,” Miss Daisy said. “Good girls do as nanny tells them, right Naomi? We don’t need you touching yourself during diaper changes, that’s an icky habit that we need to kick right?”

Naomi nodded, still sucking on her pacifier as she lay there embarrassed by the two dominant women.

“Oh, you haven’t had the chance to see it yet, but you’re going to love this Daisy,” the nameless caregiver said as she started to pull off the sticky tabs from Naomi’s soaked diaper. “Just look at this cute pink tushy!”

After the four tapes were ripped off and folded back, the front of the diaper was pulled down, and Naomi’s legs were lifted up in the air to reveal a rosy pair of cheeks.

“Ohhhhhh, that sure looks like a sore bottom!” Miss Daisy said enthusiastically, walking over to the changing table.

Naomi started to whine as her bottom was put on display, fidgeting fruitlessly as Miss Daisy took control.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Miss Daisy said.

Miss Daisy raised her hand, and struck Naomi’s bottom several times.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Two hard strokes on each side echoed through the room. I couldn’t help but wince as I watched Miss Daisy spank Naomi just enough times to make tears start to well up in the girl’s eyes.

“No squirming, and no fussing, Naomi,” Miss Daisy said. “Little girls need to remain still for diaper changes, or they’ll be spanked until they learn to stay still.”

Naomi started to cry through her pacifier. She must have been startled by the spanking, or maybe the leftover sting was just too much to handle on top of the fresh strokes on her bottom.

“She’s doing just fine,” Miss Daisy said as she began to clean the little’s bottom with a baby wipe through her soft sobs. “These things take time, and I’m certain Naomi will be as well-behaved as a little can possibly be once she gets used to her new lifestyle.”

The other woman nodded pleasantly, but no words seemed to be able to calm Naomi following her short-notice spanking. However, Miss Daisy kenw exactly what would help in this situation as well.

“Leanne, would you mind grabbing a stuffed animal from the crib for Naomi from the crib,” Miss Daisy said while she continued to changer the little’s diaper.

THE CRIB? I’M IN THE CRIB!

It was officially too late, I waited too long for my moment, and I had seen too much of this strange universe.

Leanne turned around, and with perfect poise she walked towards the crib. With her head held high, she hadn’t noticed me just yet… but with no way out she was going to soon.

My heart raced as she walked toward me. What would I say? Could I even explain myself out of this one? I was going to have to think fast in order to make my way out of this one.

Leanne reached the crib, looked down with her arm outstretched, and immediately noticed that the mattress wasn’t just covered in stuffed animals.

“Oh!” Leanne said, a bit startled.

Here we go…

“Uh… um… hello?” I said back.

What happens next? If you know Ms. Daisy, I think you could probably guess that Lilly is in for a long day of Diaper Discipline at The Padded Princess Playroom. Check out the whole story, free with Kindle Unlimited or purchasable on Amazon!

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Hellooo if I'm not too late to the prompts party. My glittery dice humbly request 57 romantic Steddie

Iloveeverythingyouwriteokaybye 😳🫣 *hides under the carpet*

helllooooo!! omg you are SOOO not too late!!! your dice are FANTASTIC omg i love the glitter, and ohohoh let me tell you. they chose EXCELLENTLY, if i do say so myself.

this prompt was SO much fun to fill omg i had the best time writing it.

i want you to know my first thought for this prompt ("there is enough room for both of us") was to have steve and eddie having just finished watching titanic and somehow find a way to recreate the door and see if they both can fit on it LMAO

i went with this instead, because it was the second thing that popped into my head and it is a classic:

[read on ao3]

57. "there is enough room for both of us"

Since they’ve finished the renovations, the Byers-Hopper’s new farmhouse has quickly become the party’s number one hangout.

With a basement fit for running DnD campaigns out of, a yard spacious enough to chase each other for hours in, plenty of soft sofas and cushions for everyone to crash on around the television set, and a homey kitchen with a dining table big enough to seat them all, it’s perfect. Not to mention, Joyce has personally extended an open invitation to every single one of them; her home is their home and they are welcome anytime.

So, yeah, home base these days looks a lot like the rustic, cozy living room in the middle of that big, beautiful house.

Which is exactly where Steve finds himself tonight. The whole party has come together for one of their beloved movie nights, and there is no better place to do it than right there.

They’re on the third or maybe fourth film of the night, but Steve isn’t the only one that has lost count. The kids are all spread out and sprawled out across the floor, fast asleep where they’re squished together in one big puppy pile. Dustin, Will, and Lucas are so tangled that it’s hard to tell who’s limbs start and end where, and further down, Max uses Mike’s shin as a pillow. How that’s comfortable, Steve has no idea — the Wheeler’s are the boniest bunch of people he knows.

El is the only one of the kids not on the floor. Instead, she lies on the couch, curled up like a bug against Joyce’s side. Her head is in Joyce’s lap. and Joyce runs her fingers soothingly through El’s hair. She’s tucked up under Hopper’s arm, and he trails the tips of his fingers up and down her arm. Kisses her temple every so often.

It’s cute, they’re cute. Steve keeps stealing glances at them, wishing he could be the one cuddled up to someone like that.

Instead he’s just squished between Robin and Eddie on their couch. Robin lies to his right, mostly slumped onto Nancy, who sits to her right, but she’s kicked up her feet into Steve’s lap. She keeps wiggling her socked toes to catch his attention, then bounces her eyebrows up and down as she looks past him to where Eddie sits to Steve’s left.

Each time it happens Steve pinches her leg. That doesn’t deter her in the slightest, though. She just whispers to Nancy and the two of them giggle quietly together.

Steve tries to ignore it, and thankfully, he’s pretty successful at that. Beside him, Eddie keeps dipping his head towards Steve so he can whisper his string of running commentary about each of the movies they’ve watched. It ranges from interesting factoids about the film, to silly discrepancies and plot points that make no sense, to putting on a goofy voice and imitating the characters to make them say ridiculous things instead. Steve’s heart squeezes in his chest each time Eddie says something new.

The current movie has been on for a little over an hour now, but neither one of them have really been following along. Instead, they’ve been making things up to match the action unfolding onscreen. Intricate, over the top backstories for the main characters and all the side ones too; ridiculous, senseless motivations for every move they make; witty, snappy one liners to replace the cheesy dialogue that actually exists in the movie. It’s a good thing most of their company has retired for the night, otherwise they’d have been shushed right out of the room.

It isn’t too much longer before Nancy and Robin decide they’ve had enough for the night and bid the room adieu. They slip off down the hall towards the guest bedroom that they’re sharing, leaving the rest of the couch finally free. Neither Steve nor Eddie move to stretch out into the empty space, though. They stay pressed up against each other, the way they’ve been all night.

Eventually, Eddie yawns so wide that his jaw cracks.

“Alright,” he declares, a finality to his tone. He drops a hand to Steve’s knee, to give it a pat. “Time for me to turn in.”

His hand slips off of Steve’s knee, and he rises to his feet, stretching his arms up and out. The hem of his t-shirt rides up, and Steve has to bite down on his tongue.

He lets the residual warmth from Eddie’s touch pull him off of the couch too, almost like he’s chasing it. Chasing Eddie.

“Yeah, okay, me too,” Steve says, busying himself with folding the blanket he and Eddie had been sharing. He drapes it over the back of the couch and turns to say goodnight to Joyce and Hopper.

“Heading to sleep already?” Joyce asks, turning her attention to the two of them. “Your room’s down the hall on the right. Will said he dropped your bags in there earlier.”

“Thanks, Mrs. B-H,” Eddie says, throwing her a finger gun and a charming smile.

“Joyce, Eddie,” she reminds him, raising her eyebrows in that stern, motherly way. The soft smile set onto her own mouth softens it. Tells him that her exasperation is only fond.

Eddie ducks his head, chuckling. “Joyce,” he corrects.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Steve chimes in, not making the same mistake as Eddie. He flashes him a smug little grin, and swallows down his laugh when Eddie subtly sticks his middle finger out at him.

Hopper, of course, notices, and he just snorts gruffly, shaking his head in amusement.

“You two have a good night,” Steve tells them, straightening up.

“You too, sweetie,” Joyce replies. “And if you boys need anything you come find me, okay?”

They nod and relay their thanks once more before Steve gives a little wiggle of his fingers as a parting wave, then turns to shove at Eddie’s shoulders until he starts to walk towards the hallway.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Eddie insists, but he lets himself be manhandled anyway.

Their room is the last door on the right, just like Joyce told them.

Eddie pushes inside first, immediately flicking the lights on. He spots their bags in the corner and beelines straight for them.

Steve, on the other hand, freezes in the doorway.

Because, oh. Oh.

There’s only one bed.

Which — Steve doesn’t know why this surprises him. This isn’t a hotel. It’s a guest room at a friend’s house. Of course it’s not going to have two beds in one room. He doesn’t know why he was expecting that.

But it’s — it’s fine. This is cool. He can share a bed for the night. He’s shared lots of beds in his day. There’s nothing different about this time.

Except that there is because he doesn’t have to share with just anybody. He has to share with Eddie.

Eddie, who hasn’t even batted an eye at the bed situation. Eddie, who seems cool as a cucumber about it. Eddie, who—

Who’s already shucked his shirt off and has his thumbs hooked into his sweats, about to tug those off too, and jesus fucking christ, Steve can’t do this. He cannot do this.

He clears his throat. “You know, uh, I’m gonna go ask Joyce if there’s, like, a blow up mattress or something,” Steve says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

Without waiting for a response, he starts to turn. But Eddie catches his wrist, stopping him before he can even take a step.

Steve pointedly does not look down at Eddie’s bare legs and his too small boxers that have little gremlin heads all over. (And, jesus, how the fuck does he make gremlin boxers fucking work? It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.)

Eddie’s brows quirks up. His teeth practically glint and his eyes sparkle as he asks, “Scared of my cooties, Harrington?”

And it’s not exactly like Steve can snark back with a funny story, but quite the opposite, actually. So he settles for twisting his arm out of Eddie’s grasp and laughing it off.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” he deadpans. “Bed just looks small is all,” he adds with a shrug.

Eddie watches him for a moment, then makes a face. “Aw, come on, Stevie, there’s enough room for both of us.”

That didn’t work. Steve tries again.

“Well if you sleep at all like you walk—” he flings his arms around and kicks his feet out all loosey goosey with each step he takes — “then I’d rather save myself the trouble. I bruise like a peach, Munson. A peach!”

Eddie barks out a laugh, like he genuinely thinks that’s funny, then he sways forward, further into Steve’s space.

Steve tries to take a subtle step back, but he bumps right into the dresser, trapped.

“You’re resilient,” Eddie says, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “Besides, if that’s what you’re so worried about — don’t be.”

“Oh yeah? Why not?” Steve asks, not nearly as challenging as he’d like to be.

Eddie leans in closer, grin sharp. “‘Cause I’m a cuddler.”

Then he’s gone from Steve’s space, just like that, dancing across the room to pick his side of the bed.

And Steve? Steve is screwed.

He makes quick work of changing into his own pajamas — or of removing his own clothes, since he too had opted for just his good ‘ol briefs to keep his modesty during the night. He wishes he’d had the forethought to wear boxers at the very least. His tighty whitey’s leave him feeling too exposed.

Steve tries not to dwell on it, though. (Because dwelling on his underwear just makes him think of Eddie’s underwear, and that is the last thing he needs right before he slips into bed with him.)

Eddie’s already beneath the covers, rolled onto his side and fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable.

Steve approaches the empty half of the bed — the right side, his usual side. Part of him wonders if Eddie knew that or if it was just a lucky guess. The other part of him wonders if maybe the left side is just Eddie’s usual side. If that means that they just fit.

What the hell, Steve, get a fucking grip, he tells himself, shaking his head clear.

He takes a moment to collect himself — the steel himself, as he reaches for the lamp light. It’ll be easier to climb into bed with the lights out. If he can’t see Eddie, then Eddie can’t see him, and that means there’s less of a chance of somehow embarrassing himself.

“Come on in, the water’s fiiiiine,” Eddie sing-songs, smacking his hand down onto the empty space beside him.

Steve huffs out a laugh, then turns out the light.

The room plunges into darkness, but it’s not pitch black. There’s too much residual glow from the moonlight outside seeping in through the window blinds, but it’s dark enough that it isn’t so daunting as Steve crawls into bed and slips under the sheets.

He lies flat on his back, folds his hands over his belly button, and wiggles his shoulders a little to settle into the pillow.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” Steve says.

He doesn’t close his eyes, though. How can he? He’s hyper aware of Eddie beside him, not touching but close enough that Steve can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. He’s breathing softly, but it’s loud enough that it echoes through Steve’s ears.

Eddie doesn’t say anything back at first. But Steve can feel his eyes on him.

Then, “That’s it? ‘Goodnight’,” he mimics, dropping his voice to sound like Steve’s.

He squirms closer, and suddenly his knee is against the side of Steve’s thigh, his toes brushing Steve’s shin. Steve’s heart rate spikes.

“That’s how you’re sleeping?” Eddie asks, full of judgment.

Steve frowns. “Yeah,” he replies, the duh very much implied. (Not that there’s any bit of truth to that answer. He hadn’t exactly planned on getting any sleep tonight. This is just the easiest position to control himself in, that’s all.)

“On your back?” Eddie questions.

“Yeah,” Steve repeats. “Goodnight.”

Eddie scoffs. “Jesus, no wonder you never get enough sleep. People who sleep on their backs are monsters,” he jokes.

Steve ignores him.

Eddie leans in close. Pokes his finger into Steve’s arm. “You’re a monster, Stevie,” he whispers.

Unsatisfied with the lack of response, Eddie continues too.

“This isn’t a coffin, y’know,” Eddie teases, flopping onto his back and crossing his arms in an X over his chest. He sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth too, playing dead.

Steve continues to ignore him.

Eddie rolls back onto his side, facing Steve. Somehow, he’s even closer. “You can get comfortable,” he says.

“I am comfortable,” Steve replies, finally breaking his silence.

“Bullshit,” Eddie objects. “You’re as stiff as a rock.” He prods Steve again as if to prove his point when he doesn’t budge. Then he curls his fingers around Steve’s bicep.

His touch lights every single nerve in Steve’s arm up, and he has to dig his nails into the backs of his hands to keep from doing something stupid, like pulling Eddie’s hand away from his arm so he can hold it instead.

“I’m not gonna bite, y’know,” Eddie says lightly. A second passes, and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “Unless you want me to.”

And it’s too much, jesus christ, it’s way too much.

“Could you just back off?” Steve finally snaps.

He regrets it instantly.

Eddie’s hand falls from his arm, like he’s the one that got burned, and the sheets rustle as he shrinks back into his own space. His knee disappears from Steve’s thigh, his toes leave his shin, and Steve suddenly feels cold.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Eddie says, sobered. He sounds so small. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

And Steve wants to cry because no, that is not it at all. He’s not uncomfortable, not even close, and he’s not upset either. He’s just… overwhelmed. But even that isn’t a bad thing. Eddie didn’t do anything wrong.

“Eddie,” Steve says, rolling onto his side to face Eddie. Eddie’s back is to him, though. Steve reaches out, but he doesn’t touch. He just lets his hand hover over Eddie’s back.

“That’s not it,” he tells him. “I’m not uncomfortable, I promise.”

Eddie makes a noise, sort of like a scoff. Like he doesn’t believe him. “Sure,” he says.

“I’m not!” Steve insists and he flattens his palm to Eddie’s skin. Bends his fingers over the curve of Eddie’s shoulder.

“Then what is it?” Eddie asks, turning over. The movement shakes Steve’s hand off. “What’s your deal, Steve?”

Steve winces at the way he says his name. It doesn’t sound very nice. Not the way it usually does when Eddie says it. God, he’s fucked this up so bad.

Why couldn’t he just chill the fuck out and share the bed like a normal person? Why did he have to ruin everything?

There’s only one way to fix this, though. There’s only one way, and Steve has to do it.

“I want it too much.”

“What?”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut. “I want it too much,” he repeats.

There’s a beat, a totally silent, totally nervwracking beat. And then… the mattress shifts. Eddie’s knee presses into his thigh again. His knuckles graze against Steve’s where his hand lies atop the pillow between them.

“Want… what, exactly?” Eddie asks slowly, and he’s close enough now that Steve can feel his breath ghosting against his face.

Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie’s there, he’s right there, with his big, round eyes. With his parted lips. With this naked vulnerability laying his face bare.

Steve swallows. Lets out a shaky exhale.

“You.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath.

“Me?” He whispers.

Steve nods. “You,” he repeats, putting everything behind that one word.

Eddie makes a choked noise, and Steve has zero point five seconds to start to panic before Eddie’s hands fly up to grab either side of his face, squishing his cheeks almost painfully, and he practically throws himself on top of Steve as he tackles him into the pillow and catches his mouth in a kiss.

It’s messy; Eddie sort of misses Steve’s mouth at first, accidentally nails more of his chin than his lips, and when he does finally find those, their teeth end up clacking from the force of their smiles that keep trying to break through. They end up doing more laughing into each other’s mouths than kissing at first, but then Steve slides his hands up Eddie’s back, and Eddie’s gasps into his mouth and Steve takes the chance to fit their lips together properly. To kiss and to kiss and to kiss.

When they break apart seconds, minutes, hours — who even knows? — later, Steve feels like he’s floating on air.

“Jesus christ,” Eddie laughs beside him as he rolls off of Steve to flop back against his own pillow. He doesn’t let go of Steve’s hand.

“You want me. You want me. You want me,” Eddie repeats, laughing delightedly again.

Steve twists towards Eddie, wriggling into his space. “And you want me too,” he says.

Eddie nods, cupping Steve’s jaw again. “There’s nothin’ I want more, Stevie.”

Steve ducks in for another kiss — he can’t help himself. It’s short, and it’s sweet, but it’s everything to him.

He makes a mental note to get up early tomorrow to cook Joyce a great big breakfast. Maybe swing by her favorite little local cafe for some coffee and find a nice bouquet of flowers somewhere too. He’s got to thank her somehow — it’s her house, her home, afterall, that gave him the nudge he needed. That gave him Eddie.

When Steve finally falls asleep that night, it’s with Eddie starfished against his back, legs tangled with his beneath the covers, arms secure around Steve’s waist, and nose tucked into the crook of his neck.

He’s definitely a cuddler.

But so is Steve.

100 ways to say i love you prompts

#asks #princess-josephina #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #joyce byers #mack writes #macks ficlets

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fireflowersandblood · 10 months

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Letters From Home - Preview

i promised a preview so. here it is. or maybe. a first chapter. maybe. i'm not promising anything.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x f!reader

WC: 800-ish words

TWs/Warnings: strong language, adult themes

Summary: Knitting for Victory has never been bigger and Tom gets a nice, cozy package from home.

“Hey, look at this, lads!”

Tom’s head snaps up. Immediately, his lips curl into a smirk. One of the men has jumped up on a box of supplies, holding a paper in his left hand. With his right, he’s trying to ward off the poor sod who has just lost his picture. Tom can’t see what it is with all the waving about, but he’s almost entirely sure it’s a lady, maybe even a lady with very little clothing. Little else gets the men this worked up.

“Bennett, for you.”

Before he can react, a paper wrapped package has been placed in his lap. It looks almost like a wrapped Christmas gift, with the string that ties it together, and is no bigger than the Encyclopedias that Lois collected when she was younger.

“What’s this?” Tom glances down at the package and frowns at the handwriting. It’s nothing he recognizes and he can’t think of anyone who would want to send him something. Maybe his dad, but even that seems unlikely.

“Red Cross”, his superior explains. “Knitted socks and the like. You’re not the only one.”

Tom gives an appreciative hum and glances back down on the box. The handwriting is neat, neater than anything he could manage, and spells out his full name. To his own surprise, he runs his fingers across the letters, before he takes care to open it.

The box is filled to the brim. He finds not one, but two, pairs of navy blue socks. A matching pullover and hat, as well as a small box of hard candies in all sorts of colors. It feels strange to hold something so normal in his hands, and it reminds him of when he was smaller. His mother used to have them, he remembers, in a small tin box by the radio. She’d always give him and Lois one each, and let them pick between the fruit shaped ones.

“You got socks”, someone next to him complains, and the sigh is nothing if not envious. It makes Tom feel just a tad superior, and he immediately kicks his boots off, tears the old socks from his feet, and pulls the new pair on with a self-satisfied grin.

“I did”, he boasts. It’s all in good fun; now that the first few months have passed, there’s not as much fighting. Everyone has seen battle one too many times to spend any time asking for trouble, even Tom. “And they’re cozy.”

Everyone close enough to have heard laughs, and Tom takes the opportunity to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He would hate to leave another tin of candies for the rats.

Tucked away in a corner of the box, he finds a letter. Again, with a handwriting he doesn’t recognize. Not the same as on the wrapper around the box, but something a little smaller and cleaner. He tears the envelope and is met by a sweet, light scent. It takes a moment too long to realize it must be perfume. It reminds him of the one Lois wears, and the thought makes his nose scrunch up. To take his mind off the rather unpleasant thought, he unfolds the letter.

Dear soldier,

When I’m writing this, I have no idea who you are. I might never know who you are. You, however, will know a little something about me when you’ve read this letter.

I’m the person who has made you the socks and the sweater. I hope you’ll find them useful and warm. The rationing has made it difficult to get a hold of yarn and I decided to unwind an old sweater of my father’s. I know he would much rather it be used by you.

I know our Navy must need as much as our Army, but if you have no use for two pairs of socks, perhaps you can give the second pair to a friend. I know the endless walking that the Army does tears the garments rather quickly, but two pairs might have been too much. I couldn’t help myself, when they said that the packages will be delivered to people who rarely, if ever, receive mail. I wanted you to know that there are people who think of you back home.

The candies are made in London and remind me of my childhood. I hope it brings back pleasant memories for you, as well.

I don’t know if people actually spray their letters with perfume, but I read it in a book once, and I thought it might lift your spirits. Pass it along and let the boys sniff it like a pair of used knickers, for all I care.

Write, if it would please you. I would love to hear if the clothes have come to use, and make sure that you’re safe. I will pray for your safe return and a quick end to the war.

Most love.

Tom flips the letter to find a name and an address.

“Mate, you got paper and a pen?”

#world on fire #world on fire bbc #wof bbc #tom bennett #tom bennett x reader #letters from home

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falcqns · 4 months

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you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter five

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tim finds out if Lucy will be (physically) okay.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, post Day Of Death, slight angst, mentions of kidnapping and hospitals. tagging @natashasera obv.

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Tim sat in the hard plastic hospital chair, still cradling Tamara in his hands. She was awake, and staring up at him, her eyes looking everywhere but his own. He glanced down at her outfit, which consisted of blush pink ribbed pants, a beige knitted sweater, and matching beige knitted socks.

Tamara cooed, kicking her legs out, making her feet hit Tim’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” Tim said quietly to Tamara. “Just like your mama.” His left thumb began stroking her soft skin from her eyebrow down to her jaw and back. Her hands scrunched up over her face, rubbing her eyes as she yawned.

“Oh,” Tim commented. “Are you a sleepy girl?” He asked quietly, and moved Tamara slowly so that she was laying on his chest, her eyelids fluttering closed shortly after. Tim smiled as she got comfortable, snuggling in close to his neck. Tim ran his hands up and down her back as he felt her breathing even out.

A few moments after Tamara had drifted off to sleep, Dr Sawyer walked into the waiting room. Tim immediately stood up, his hands holding Tamara tightly.

“Officer Bradford?” She asked, and when Tim nodded she continued. “Lucy has been stabilized, and at this moment, it looks like she will make a full recovery.”

TIm breathed out the sigh of relief he had been holding in since they’d arrived at the hospital and she had been taken back with the doctors. His boot was going to be okay. He wasn’t going to have to learn what it would be like to live without Lucy Chen, something that had been on his mind since he had learned she had been taken. He had been petrified, realizing that without Lucy, his life would be utterly silent. There would have been no more personal talk in the shop (despite his no personal talk in the shop rule, a rule that he had been unable to enforce with Lucy), no more singing along to Taylor Swift or finding out about the latest news and hints about the singer. No more chai latte, no more taco wagon on Tuesdays.

But now that he knew those things would continue, he was overjoyed. He couldn’t wait for her to be healed, released, and back on the job with him for 12 hours a day. But, that day was still a while away.

“C-Can I see her?” He asked, and Grace nodded with a smile on her face.

“Of course,” She said. “Follow me.”

Grace led him and Tamara into the room where Lucy was being held. She looked peaceful, lying on the bed, under heavy sedation. Her eyes were closed, her face was relaxed, and her breathing was even and healthy. The knot of fear in Tim’s chest loosened slightly, seeing proof that she was alive and okay. He held Tamara close as he sat down in the chair next to her bed, and looked up at Grace as she spoke to him.

“The sedation should wear off overnight.” Grace said. “If anything changes, such as her waking up, press the call button and either a nurse or myself will come and assist.” She said, and nodded when Tim thanked her, before walking out the door.

Tim adjusted Tamara as he got as comfortable as he could in the plastic chair. Tamara moved slightly, her forehead wrinkling up as she was awoken briefly from her sleep, but the 3 month old settled down rather quick.

Tim looked up at Lucy briefly, before looking back down at Tamara. He didn’t know how to feel about Lucy, his boot, adopting this baby that she found while on duty. He felt that, despite being off on medical leave, he should have been notified that she was doing this, as he was her training officer. But, at the same time, he knew she wasn’t thinking of herself when she kept Tamara a secret from him, she was thinking about Tamara. He had known Lucy for almost 4 months now, and the one thing he was certain about when it came to his rookie was that she was selfless. She always thought of others first, regardless of how it would affect her.

So no, he wasn’t mad, per say, he was more disappointed that she didn’t trust him enough to be told a secret as big and important as the baby in his arms. But, that would change. He would make sure that she knew, from now on, how much he cared about her. How he was there for not only her, but also Tamara, no matter what, in anyway he could.

Now all she had to do was wake up.

#the rookie #the rookie fanfiction #tim bradford #tim bradford fanfiction #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen #lucy chen fanfiction #lucy chen x tim bradford #tamara colins #eric winter #melissa o'neil #dylan conrique #natashasera

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itsalliebitheway · 6 months

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Supercorptober Day 31: spookycorp

“Karaaaa!”

The yell sounded so loudly through the penthouse that Kara almost fell from the desk chair in her home office.

Panic cursed through her veins as she used her superspeed to get to her wife as quickly as possible. Was she in danger? In pain? What was the reason for that scream?

Kara found Lena kicking off her boots, literally kicking them away while she tossed her keys carelessly against the wall where they fell down and landed next to the dish they had bought for their keys and wallets.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Kara asked as she came to a screeching halt on her socked feet.

“Andrea and Sam deserve to loose. And I’m going to be the one to humble them. We are going to humble them. I cannot stand this anymore!”

"What? Andrea and Sam? What are you talking about baby?”

Lena had shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, apparently too angry to tidy up after herself. Her eyes were sparkling with something akin to rage and if Kara didn’t know where it was directed, she’d be cowering in fear right now. Lena could be scary if she wanted to.

“They believe they will win the costume contest of CatCo’s Halloween party because they have a better sex life than we do!”

“I-,” Kara stopped talking again and furrowed her brows in confusion. “I don’t understand what the one thing has to do with the other?”

Lena huffed and stomped over to the kitchen where she filled a glass of scotch and emptied it in one go.

“We had lunch and somehow came to talk about the party. Sam is convinced that the couple’s costumes reflects on the couple’s sex life. Which is ridiculous, but she explained it and it somehow made sense especially when Andi chimed in to support her points. Then they made fun of us going as Team Rocket last year, saying that our fun little costume revealed how immature our sex life truly is. You know I really love them both as individuals, but introducing them was the worst mistake I ever made.”

Lena had lost her steam at the end of her rant and Kara was there to take her into her arms. She placed a gentle kiss on Lena’s hair and carefully pried the empty glass out of her hands. They hugged for a moment in the kitchen, then Kara cupped Lena’s face in her hands to make their eyes meet.

“My Love, our sex life is amazing. Nothing Sam and Andrea can say will ever change that. It’s not childish or immature or vanilla even. I’ve discovered sides of myself I never even knew I could have. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

She kissed Lena on the forehead and pulled her in once more. “But, because it means so much to you, and because it’s so very fun to win against them, we’re going to have the best couple’s costume at this party and I already have the perfect idea.”

They stayed up long hours into the night, putting the finishing touches on their costumes. Thankfully Lena had taught Kara how to sew so they were able to work together on Lena’s dress, embroidering one black sleeve each with the silvery yarn to make the intricate pattern.

They only needed to adjust Kara’s dress to the oval hoop skirt, the rest was pretty much perfect already.

When the day of the party came, Lena used her darkest lipstick to paint her lips after applying a truly hauntingly beautiful smoky eye. Kara’s eye makeup wasn’t as impressive but her lips would match the color of her dress exactly as well while her hair was punned up into a complicated bun with two strands framing her hair.

They had previously agreed that Lena wouldn’t use her magic in public if there wasn’t an emergency, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

They had practiced their entrance several times. The portal watch came in very handy, creating the blue orb that would be the foundation of the image Lena would create around it. Even though she hadn’t practiced illusions a lot before, this gave her the perfect opportunity to do so now, and her illusions of mirrors became more authentic with each try.

“Okay so, the plan is to portal directly into the bullpen. I press the button while you concentrate on the mirror illusion on the other side. Are you ready my Queen?” Kara asked, while she slipped into her heels she bought just for the occasion.

“I am yes. Is my collar okay?” Lena asked while she grabbed her little clutch shaped like a deep-red apple.

“It’s very upright. But wait come here,” Kara gestured for Lena to come closer and adjusted the necklace she had put on to mimic the one Regina wore with the dress she was wearing right now.

“There, all perfect again. Any last words before we mirror-travel into battle?

“You’re ridiculous and I love you,” Lena chuckled and gave her a quick kiss that almost smudged both of their lipsticks. “And you look very beautiful,” she added, brushing one of Kara’s strands out of her face.

“And you look absolutely hot and stunning and I can’t actually find words. How are villains always so attractive anyways?”

“It’s probably the cleavage,” Lena chuckled and shimmied her shoulders for good measure, drawing Kara’s eyes down to where the corset was pushing up her boobs in the most delicious way.

“Okay let’s go then before I decide to rip your clothes off again,” she grumbled and cleared her throat. Lena offered her arm to Kara so she could link hers into Lena’s elbow. They shared one more glance and both nodded, then Kara pressed on the portal watch while Lena murmured her illusion spell to create the mirror on the other side.

They stepped into CatCo’s bullpen to the symphony of half-concealed shrieks of surprise and ohs of wonder. Whispers were spreading through the room like a wildfire while Lena slowly let the image of the mirror fade into nothing.

“You certainly do know how to make an entrance,” Andrea drawled, stepping up to them with a champagne flute in hand. Sam sidled up next to her, wrapping one arm around her waist, holding her close.

“What are you supposed to be?” She asked, her eyebrow lifted in surprise as well as astonishment.

“Lena is the Evil Queen, Regina Mills, from Once Upon A Time and I’m Emma Swan. They were clearly the power couple of the show,” Kara explained, satisfaction bridging a grin to her face.

“And as what did you two dress up?” Lena asked and looked her two friend up and down.

“We’re Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, obviously,” Andrea said and gestured to her own bleached wig with pink tips one the one side and blue on the other side. Sam wore a Red wig and a green dress that looked like it was mostly made out of leaves, covering not a lot.

“I see, your couple’s costumes reflects exactly what a bratty little bottom you are,” Lena said to Andrea, but gave her no time to reply. “May the best costume win.”

She sauntered off with Kara at her side, drawing looks from all around them. They went over to Nia , dressed in a Princess Peach costume to Brainy’s Mario.

“You gays look fabulous,” she cheered and hugged them both hello. “Ugh and that entrance was sooo good! I loved the reference to the show, you can’t not win with this.”

“Here’s to hoping,” Kara answered and snatched two champagne flutes for her and Lena from a passing waiter.

Sometime during the event, Andrea encouraged everyone to vote for their favorite costumes in a little booth she had set up near the elevators. There would be different categories for solo costumes, couple’s costumes and group costumes, each category able to win a price.

When the award ceremony finally came, Andrea stepped onto the makeshift stage she had organized for the night and asked for all of their attention.

“I’m really glad so many of you participated so vigorously in this years costume competition. Dressing up has always been fun for me, but a good costume also takes a lot of time and often a lot of elbow grease so we’re here to honor the best of them.”

She cleared her throat and opened an envelope. “The best solo costume goes to Mackenzie with Hayashi and Dardine as runner ups, congratulations.”

Mackenzie, dressed in a perfect cosplay of Mel Medarda from Arcane, came up to the stage to collect her prize, a food basket filled with Halloween treats, while everyone clapped.

“Next up we have the couple’s costume. Runner ups are Nia and Querl and myself and Samantha.” Polite applause filled the room while Lena squeezed Kara’s hand who was holding her breath.

“Winners are Kara and Lena, dressed as Emma and Regina from Once Upon A Time.”

Thunderous applause filled the bullpen as Kara and Lena took the stage. Lena couldn’t stop herself from conjuring up blue sparks all around their feet, making it look like they were igniting them with each touch of their heels to the floor.

Sam handed Kara their own gift basket while Andrea hugged Lena to congratulate her. In the privacy if their hug, she whispered, “I might be a bratty bottom, just like Harley is for Ivy, but you can’t deny that relinquishing control once in a while is refreshing, Evil Queen.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Lena murmured back. “I can’t wait until she gets me out of this dress later tonight.”

Andrea and her shared a laugh, knowing that everything was well between them, even though her and Sam had lost the friendly competition. They both also knew that their respective girlfriends would take wonderful care of them once they’d leave the party.

Read here on my ao3 : )

#supercorptober2023 #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #rojarias #brainia #OUAT inspired costumes

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readyforthegarden · 2 years

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God is a Woman

A/N: I got inspired by Ariana Grande's song the other day, and thought about Josh with it and then this happened.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI!!! Smut, Oral sex (m and f receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it up).

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

“Josh,” you sighed, tangling your fingers into his curls as his hot, open mouthed kisses trailed along your jaw and down your neck. His hands gripped your hips, his own grinding down against yours as he held you against him. You knew this was how the night was going to end when you saw the jewelry boxes sitting on your vanity with the rest of your accessories. A dainty, thin gold chain bracelet, a matching necklace that dipped down between your breasts, a pear shaped citrine pendant dangling from it, and a small note asking you to wear the anklet with the small golden sun charm you had in your own arsenal.

Your dinner date was romantic. A small, intimate table setting at fancy restaurant, smirks and glanced exchanged over sips of wine. The drive home had his right hand resting on your thigh, fingertips slipping under the hem of your dress. Once you were back home, his hands were all over you, leading you into the bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful.” Josh murmured against your skin. “You look so good. So good in gold.” His hands slid to your back, moving up to the zipper on the back of your dress. “I wanna see you only in the gold, mama.”

His fingers nimbly grasped the small pull, dragging it down the the end seam, and opening the back of your dress up, letting his warm palms create goosebumps against your cool skin. After a few moments on contact, he removed his hands from your body, instead grasping the tops of your sleeves, gently helping you pull your arms free of the gauzy material, and then letting the rest drop from your waist to the floor at your feet, leaving you in just your panties and heels.

"Fuck baby, you look so good." he moved back, taking you in. After a few moments, he met your eyes, a sliver of a pleading look in his eyes. "Will you touch me? Please?" Ah, so this is where the night was going. You placed your hands on your hips, smirking at him.

“Undress.” you commanded softly, seeing the fire blazing in his eyes at your acceptance. He started with his shoes, kicking them off and tossing them towards the general direction of the door. His socks were next, and he tossed them towards the hamper. His eyes never left yours as he pulled his white shirt over his head, his beaded necklace swaying against his chest. “Stop.” your word made him freeze in place. You walked over, keeping your eyes locked with his as you let your fingertips graze the line of hair from his belly button down to the hem of his pants. “You know I like doing this part myself.” you fixed him with a smirk, letting your fingers undo the button.

Your toyed with the zipper, giving it a teasing tug down and back up before finally unzipping it, following it’s path and landing on your knees in the soft, plush carpeting. As you opened his fly, you saw his stomach flutter with an anxious breath, and you smiled at your affect on him. You tugged his pants down his legs, letting him step out of them before discarding them. You raised a hand, palming him through his boxer briefs.

“Huh,” Josh let out a tight , stuttering breath, and you gazed up at him.

“Already so hard.” you hummed. “You’ve been thinking about me on my knees all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes,”

“Tell me what else you thought about.” you instructed. Josh closed his eyes, licking his lips as you began to pull him free of his last piece of clothing. The silence was deafening and you snapped the elastic band against his skin, giving him a warning look. “Josh, tell me what else you thought about us doing, or everything stops.” Josh whined as you took your hands completely away from him.

“I-I thought about shoving my face between your legs. At the restaurant…I wanted to crawl under that table and do it with there.” he whispered. You immediately envisioned his words, and you squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself clench around nothing already. “I want to devour your pussy, love. I want to be covered in you.” you gave him a few more seconds of waiting, and then pulled down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock from it’s confines. There was already a bead of precum swelling at the tip and you swiped your thumb over it, making a show of dragging the pad of that very same thumb down your tongue. “F-fuck.”

“Is there anything else you want to share, Josh?” you hummed, ghosting your lips along the shaft, using a featherlight grip to keep him in place.

“I want you on top of me.” he sighed. “You make me feel so good when you’re riding me, using me.”

“You like it when I ride you baby?” you smiled. Truth be told, being on top was something you were still self-conscious about. You felt like you lacked any sense of rhythm and you were hyper-aware of how every part of your flesh moved as he stared at you, taking you in. But if Josh noticed any of it, he never said a word. The only thing that ever slipped from his lips besides moans and grunts were praises.

“Yes mama.” he nodded as you licked a stripe up his cock. “Love watching this tits bounce, and when you lean forward and they’re in my face. Love your body moving on mine. Please, I want it all, so bad.”

“How could I say no to that?” you hummed, taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the velvet smooth skin. Josh shuttered out a breath again and you heard him gulp as you worked your mouth down, taking more and more of him with every bob of your head, until he was practically shoved down your throat.

“Oh fuck, shit baby.” you took him as far as you could, letting a quiet gagging noise emit from your throat before you pulled off of him, grasping his cock and flicking your tongue in small kitten licks under the tip before delving right back into long, broader strokes with your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. The sucking and slurping noises coming from you filled the bedroom, along with Josh’s moans and panting. His fingers tangled into your hair and you allowed it, it wouldn’t last long anyway. You felt him begin to twitch in your mouth and you pulled him from your mouth with a delicious popping sound.

You stood up, pressing a hot, wet kiss to his lips before turning and sauntering towards the bed, making a show of slipping off your panties, stepping out of them in your heels still, and sitting on the bed, sliding back on it.

“Come and live out the next part in your fantasy.” your voice was firm but dripped with honey, and Josh wasted no time crossing to the end of the bed and crawling between your legs and up your body. He engaged you in a passionate kiss, his tongue lapping at yours, much like how you knew he wanted to a little further down your body. His hands groped at your breasts, finding your nipples and pinching and twisting them tantalizingly, making you moan into his mouth and buck your hips up from the mattress.

Soon his lips left yours, replacing one of his hands with his mouth, sucking and biting on the pebbled flesh. His other fingers skillfully kneaded, pulled and tugged as his tongue drew slow circles around the bud, gently sucking and giving it a tiny nibble, making your back arch and a happy sigh tumble from your lips. He switched his lips to the other one, and you hummed contentedly under his ministrations.

He trailed his lips down your body, sometimes kissing, sometimes just letting his lips graze against your skin. Your veins buzzed with electricity from his touch, your hips squirming in anticipation of him reaching his target. You felt his hand reach down, grazing along the dainty chain of your anklet flicking the pendant gently with the tip of his finger.

“I love how eager you are for me.” Josh whispered. “It’s a special praise, all it’s own.” He was nestled between your legs now, kissing the inside of your left thigh as he kept eye contact with you. “All I ever want is to make you feel good, baby.”

“You do, you make me feel amazing, Josh.” you assured him, sucking in a quick breath as he licked his lips before placing a grateful kiss to your mound. “I dream about this constantly. Your lips and tongue sending me to heaven every night.”

“Let me take you there again baby.” he murmured hazily. His arms wrapped around your thighs pulling them apart as he let your calves rest over his shoulders. He looked down at your wet pussy, licking his lips like he was seeing his favorite meal for the first time in a long time. Your bit your bottom lip, the starved look in his face alone making the coil in your belly tighten.

His long, flat tongue licked slowly up your slit, and your head fell back onto the mattress, a sigh of relief releasing from your lungs. Josh continued the slow licks, circling your clit until you were starting to feel restless. He could sense it in your hips as they twitched and he smirked against you, mimicking your earlier actions and flicking your clit kitten licks.

“Fuck, Josh,” your chest was already heaving, and you could feel small muscle spasms in your thighs already. “Oh god that feels so good.”

“Hmm.” he hummed against you, making you moan louder. He began alternating between the kitten licks and sucking your clit. Your fingers threaded into his curls, tugging at them. You’d originally disliked the shaved sides of his new hairstyle, missing the full, fallen curls that framed his face. But now the style had grown on you. As long as there was still enough for you to grasp and pull and tug, it was all right with you.

Your moans filled the room, along with a sinfully wet slurping sound. Your hips bucked and Josh tugged them closer, shaking his head back and forth against your as he sucked on your sensitive nub. His facial hair scratched your skin and you knew it’d be tender and raw afterwards, but oh so worth it.

“Fuck josh josh josh ohh shit!” you cried, feeling the coil tighten in your lower belly. “Josh I’m so close, please don’t stop, fuck!!” His name continued to leave your mouth in a chant, egging him on. He let go of one of your thighs, dragging his index and middle fingertips along your slit under his mouth, collecting the juices there before beginning to pump them in and out of you, making you cry out louder, fisting his hair as your hips ground up against his face. You barely registered him grinding himself into the edge of the mattress, trying to find some friction as you mewled and preened above him.

Your orgasm crashed over you, your vision going white while he worked you through it. Heat spread through your body, and you cried out his name as your hips twitched against him. As you came down, you tugged his head up, a small pop echoing in the room as his lips detached from you. He grinned up at you, the bottom of his face glistening.

“You taste so amazing.” he whispered, licking his lips. He withdrew his fingers from you, and you whined until he brought them to your lips, letting you taste your sweetness. You moaned around his long fingers, swirling your tongue around them.

Once he pulled his fingers away, you pressed on his chest, rolling him over and straddling his hips. You rubbed against his length, coating him with your juices as his hands gripped your hips. He sucked in a harsh breath between his clenched teeth, hooded eyes gazing up at you as you rocked back and forth.

"Fuck mama, you're gonna kill me." he grunted, pulling your hips down to try and get your movements to stop. "Please, I wanna be inside you so bad. I've earned it, don't you think?" you paused, looking down at him. You sat upright, splaying your hands on his chest.

"You're asking me if I think you've earned it?" you asked softly, letting your index finger graze through the small patch of hair on his chest. "Let's see, you pampered me all day today, took me to a wonderful dinner, let me taste that cock just how I wanted, and then ate me out like it was your only job."

"Yeah," Josh sighed, eyes glazing over, reliving the recent memories.

"I think you've earned it, slugger." you leaned over, whispering in his ear before lifting yourself and grabbing his throbbing cock, and sinking down onto it. Josh let out a whiny moan, feeling you clench your walls around him as you took him in fully. "Ooh, nothing feels as good as this."

"So tight," Josh sighed. "Ride me, please? Fuck I need it. Need to see that necklace swaying in my face." you nodded and began bouncing on his dick, feeling his fingers flexing and gripping your hips harshly as he tried to take the pace faster. You let him, biting your bottom lip and bringing up a hand, grasping your breasts, squeezing your nipple between your thumb and forefinger. You were already feeling your second orgasm approaching steadily, the noises spilling from Josh's mouth and throat sending heat through your body as you rode him. One of his hands left your hip, reaching up and cupping your face.

"So beautiful." he panted. "So gorgeous, so fucking divine." you were sure you were blushing, and you bent over, placing your hands on either side of his head and kissing him desperately. Josh used this opportunity to wrap his arms behind your back, and lifted his hips, ramming up into you at a breakneck pace. You could feel the crystal pendant digging into your sternum, and were sure it was doing the same to Josh's as well, but neither of you cared.

"Oh god!" you cried out, the change of pace and position had him brushing against that sweet spot inside you, and your eyes were practically rolling back into your head. "Josh fuck, god yes!!!" you could feel his hips faltering beneath you, and you were so close, you needed one final push. You broke from his grasp, sitting up again and bouncing with a new vigor, hands in your hair to keep it off your warm face as his took their place on your breasts, lightly smacking them and pinching your nipples. You could tell he was starting to come apart, you decided to "Fill me, baby. Please give it to me." your voice was breathy, begging for his release. He was grunting and moaning like a man possessed, and he let go of your hips, grabbing your face and crashing your lips to his as he came inside you. You followed with his next thrust, moaning into his mouth.

You littered Josh's face, neck and chest with light kisses as he came down, his breathing evening out. You regretfully detached yourself from him, your sweaty bodies making a soft peeling sound as you did so. You laid next to him your hand gently resting over the pendant.

“I wanna say,” Josh began, rolling his head to look over at you. “Jesus Christ, but that doesn’t do it justice.” he gave a small, tired laugh. “I don’t think I worship any god like I do you.” you smiled softly, reaching your hand over and squeezing his. After a few moments, he rolled over, cradling your face in his hand and kissing you deeply. “I only want to worship you.”

My one, it lingers when we’re done

You’ll believe God is a woman

#josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka smut #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet imagine #josh gvf

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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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Scream Wardrobe Hcs PT 4- Sidney Prescott

This is mostly based on her aesthetic in scream 1, it changes quite a lot after that (this is how I'm picturing her in debaser at least).

Mom Jeans

I'm not roasting her here, mid/high rise boot cut jeans were popular at the time and she looks hot in them

I'm thinking she goes for the levis 550 or 560

2. Overalls

I know for a fact that she has at least 2 pairs of these, she's a lesbian come on. Bonus, later in life she'll wear them with a bandana.

Also fml imagine how cute she would be in the oversize dickies ones (to the left) I can't

also idk why but these seem like final girl threads

3. A collection of cozy swearters from places like GAP, FILA and Tommy Hilfiger

Sid and Billy both have a GAP sweater that they pull down over their hands because thats what you do when you're closeted apparently

She mostly goes for lighter blues, purples and pinks

4. 90's girl brands like dELiA's (yes thats how the brand capitalized their name??) and Limited Too

She definitely used to go through the dELiA's catalogue with her mom to pick out back to school clothes every year (ok I made myself sad)

She wears a lot of high neck t-shirts and tank tops, plus some of those matching shirt+cardigan combos they used to sell

5. Corduroy and Denim Jackets

She hasn't upgraded to her final girl leather yet but omg look how cute the corduroy is

She always has chaptick and a little pack of tissues in the pockets and she will offer you some tissues if she sees you crying/sniffling

6. Hand me-downs from Tatum

Tatum likes to dress her up for parties and then decides she likes her clothing better on Sid so she just gives it to her

Every time this happens Sid is equally as embarrassed and flattered and constantly ends up doing that little look down/hair tuck thing she does

Sid would never have picked these out for herself but they do make her feel cool

Also these are both from dELiA's

7. Classic White Adidas & Leather boots

Pretty sure the boots are the Steve Maddens she wears in the movie and tbh I'm obsessed, she's ready to kick shit already, she's a beautiful butterfly waiting to emerge from her cocoon and kill her ex.

I like to imagine that she wasn't sure about buying them but Tatum hyped her up and they're her confidence boots now

But also my girl loves a white trainer, I think she's been wearing these forever and just always buys a new pair when they wear out. They're comfy but also cute and she's a practical girl.

8. Inexplicable grandma nightwear

sorry Sid, Billy was a gay bitch and he shouldn't have negged you like that but also WHAT IS THIS

Tatum thinks it's cute though

Why did I choose to pick out their underwear, I did it once so now I feel like I have to:

Sid is wearing fruit of the Loom briefs with her crisp white ankle socks and her grandma nightie and she will fucking kill you if you mess with her

Randy

Billy

Stu

#Help I love her and her grandma nightie so much #Tatum dressing her up for parties is my new fave hc #sidney prescott #sidney prescott's wardrobe #scream wardrobe hcs #scream 1996

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darkened-storm · 11 months

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Because I can’t seem to help myself writing these idiots, this little Drabble is the longest I’ve written yet, and gave me a chance to let’s the girls personalities shine through, while combining some of the elements that members of our wonderful little group have brought to the table.

@soclonely I love the idea of turning BIOVOLT into an academy - but you never told me about what accommodation options Robert has sprung some cash for, so I decided he built the girls a nice share house that leads to all sorts of shenanigans, including the upcoming conversation.

For reference, Celeste belongs to @hellovivirose, Kiya is the brain child of @soclonely and the always stunning Ilma is @veenavalart’s creation.

** warnings for some crude humour, mostly on Kiya’s part, and further mention of Brooklyn’s sock fettish.

“He did it again,” Ilma grumbled, kicking the door to the sharehouse open with her foot as she precariously balanced a laundry basket against her hip. She was in a bad mood, to say the least; it was a rare day off from classes and training at the Academy, and instead of relaxing by the fire with a paintbrush in hand, she had been coaxed by her housemates into the mundane task of putting away her laundry.

“Let me guess,” Kiya said, looking up from her latest hyperfixation - crocheting a blanket to keep her friends warm this winter. “Brooklyn matched your socks again?”

The colourful array of swear words that escaped Ilma’s lips as she dumped the laundry basket unceremoniously onto the coffee table was enough to confirm Kiya’s suspicions.

Celeste, who had also taken advantage of their day off to catch up on her own laundry, chuckled. “He probably thought he was being helpful,” she suggested. Anyone who knew Ilma also knew that domestic chores were not her fortay. Her boyfriend Brooklyn, bless his soul, always tried to help out by taking her clothes to the laundromat and then delivering them folded to her doorstep. It was a perfect arrangement, Ilma thought, except for one thing…

“When have you ever known me to wear matching socks - mismatched is my thing,” she exclaimed.

She managed to graciously flop onto the empty sofa, sighed loudly and then turned her head to glare across the room at Steph.

“How the heck did you luck out and find a guy that’s housebroken?”

Next to Ilma, Steph was the least capable of keeping up with her chores around the sharehouse, not because she was lazy, but because her O.C.D meant that things couldn’t just be clean, they had to be spotless. On more than one occasion, Ilma had observed Matt stuffing his girlfriend into her oodie and banishing her to the sofa with a cup of tea while he tidied up for her. It was adorable, Ilma thought, the way each of their respective partners mitigated their particular brand of crazy.

Steph shrugged and reached for a towel in the basket and began to re-fold it, because if it didn’t match the rest of the towels, the world would end.

“Sometimes Matt balls my socks up and throws them in the drawer instead of folding them,” she admitted, prompting Kiya to roll her eyes.

“Shit, let me call 911, we need to report a crime.”

Jokes aside, she had the good sense to duck when the neatly folded towel was launched at her head. “Ilma’s right though - balled up socks are a minor offense, every time Bryan does laundry my socks come back with so many holes in them, you’d think he was hacking at them with scissors!”

Celeste snorted. “It’s Bryan, I wouldn’t put it past him.” In her opinion, it would be just the sort of massochistic thing Bryan would do to get his girlfriend’s attention.

“Getting mad at them doesn’t work either,” Kiya went on. “Especially for Bryan, I think it just turns him on if anything.”

This revelation was followed, predictably by the sound of Steph choking on her tea at the mention of something even slightly not safe for work. “Kiya - please!”

Kiya laughed, a rich sound that reverberated off the walls of their tiny sharehouse. “Oh come on, don’t pretend that you haven’t noticed how Matt manages to turn every argument the two of you have into a bedroom rendezvous.”

The Italian girl’s face turned an alarming shade of red and she disappeared behind an enormously large bed sheet she was attempting to fold.

Instead, Kiya turned to Celeste. “And you, you know that Tala only teases your beyblade uniform in an effort to get you out of it!”

It was Celeste’s turn to emulate a tomato. “No way,” she exclaimed.

“Come to think of it,” Ilma mused, examining a perfectly curled lock of blonde hair. “Every time Brooklyn and I argue it always turns into sexy times. It’s like us getting mad at them really does just turn them on.”

“God,” Steph muttered, burying her face into the freshly folded sheet. “Boys are infuriating.”

“Do you think,” Celeste said, looking pensive as she folded her uniform neatly into a pile. “They’re doing it on purpose; making us mad to get us to … you know?”

The laughter died almost immediately and the girls exchanged looks, considering the revelation, and the potential implications of this information.

Then Kiya said: “nah, they’re not that smart.”

#becky carter #steph summers #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade

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