#yes I am proud of the scarf

[chaoticeddie]

honestly I think finishing this scarf is more of an achievement than graduating college

#took longer too #but it's finally fucking done #trying to decide if I want to trim the fringe to make it perfectly even or not #leaning towards not #cause if I fuck it up I'll have to spend another two hours doing it over #am I more proud of finishing this scarf than I am of graduating.............. #signs point to yes

[pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow]

No one around here could survive my formal outfits long-term, so I gotta switch to grunge looks to at least give them a chance to evacuate

#I do huge numbers in the trans formalwear community that is my friends and I texting each other #yes I am proud of my monstrosities and I will not stop #catch me wearing a Kandinsky scarf with with bellbottoms and it shall look formal and stylish

[judeloverr]

hiiii, could you do something with jude bellingham where they are at a dortmund game and he is injured and they are sat together and all cuddled up together and it’s really cold, just a lot of fluff. thankyouuuu x

the game- jude bellingham

pairings: jude bellingham x reader

warnings: fluff, like on swear word word count: 1.1k

authors note: thankyou for this request, i enjoyed writing this- hope you enjoy. i have requests coming soon aswell, just trying to get through them all.

“i’m fucking freezing” jude grumbled lowly under his breath as he fixed the beanie on his head and zipped up his coat to the top. you watched your boyfriend move around in his seat like a child and rub his hands together to gain some warmth. “babe how aren’t you cold” your boyfriend asked and gave you a puzzled look.

“i am, i just don’t fidget so much as you” you replied and focused back onto the game. you were wrapped up like jude, hat, gloves, scarf and double socks on your feet and many layers. you wonder how the players aren’t cold running around in only a shirt and shorts.

“i don’t like th- what fucking pass is that oh my days” jude suddenly shouted and stood up from his seat, making you jump, while being his hands out in front of him while pointing towards the pitch where the players of dortmund were playing against another team. jude was injured and he dragged you along to watch it with him, he said he would be lonely.

“jude” you exclaimed, looking down below you you saw fans looking behind them and staring at your boyfriend, you also saw quite a few kids and you knew that the parents weren’t encouraging the foul language your boyfriend was currently using. “stop swearing there are kids right below us”

jude looked down at you then the kids while standing us and shyly sitting in his seat. “i’ll give them a wave later and they will be fine” jude sat down awkwardly and huffed under his because another player did a bad pass into the box. “babe if i was down there i-“

you cut his rambling off and turned to him “ what jude you would’ve scored a goal by now” you teased.

“yeah probably” he stated with confidence and shrugged his shoulder. “my injury isn’t that bad ,i just landed on my foot weirdly, could be playing down there right now”

“yeah i’m sure they wanted you to play jude but they don’t want to injure their ‘star’ player even more” you teased and placed your elbow on the armrest, put your chin in the palm of your hand and leaned closer to jude.

“star player huh?” he grinned cheekily and eyed you suspiciously due to your movement to be closer to him. you didn't want him to know but you were cold and wanted him to be closer to you to warm you up because you knew he was a literal warming object for you.

“yes, star player” you replied and smiled cheekily at him. dragging out your voice on the word star. he never understood how proud you were of him when he played, but you are kind of glad he isn’t right now becuase lately you guys haven’t been spending that much time together due to his matches and his travelling.

the half time whistle brought your conversation to a halt. dortmund was loosing 1 nil and jude was not happy about it. you looked to jude to see him in the same position as you, very close that you could see very little details of his smooth skin and dark brown eyes.

jude’s eyes gravitated down towards your lips and subtle smirk rose from his. you tilted your head to the side with confusion, not understanding what he was implying.

“I want to kiss you” jude asked abruptly while his eyes were still focused on your lips you could feel the heat rise on your cheeks, as you got all flustered, by little statement that your boyfriend stated.

“you can’t kiss me here, someone is ought to video and post it, and you will have some very angry fangirls online” you rolled your eyes and looked into his. he drummed his fingers on his upper lips and shrugged.

“who cares? I’ll kiss you when I want and where I want”

“and there’s cameras”

“so?”

“sooo my point is, i’m not kissing you here, when we are home i’ll give you as many as you want” you explained and watched your boyfriend move away from you and lean back in his seat.

“fine, i’m thirsty do you want a drink” he asked while standing up and reaching for his phone in his pocket. you glanced down his body, dressed in black baggy jeans, hoodie and a big coat. you bit the inside of your cheek because you still didn’t understand how this guy was your man.

you look at jude’s face, a light smirk appeared realising what you were doing.

“hot chocolate please” you tell him and watch him walk away.

5 mins later you see jude walking back to you with 2 mugs of steaming hot chocolate filled to the top with cream and marshmellows.

“here you go ma lady” he says and hands you a your hot chocolate. you take it from his hands and they instantly warm up.

“thankyou” you tell him sincerely.

you sit in comfortable silence, while you look around the stadium to pass time and wait for the second half to begin. once you finish your hot chocolate you place it on the ground and out of the way so you won’t kick it by accident. you slowly move over to your boyfriend and shuffle closer to his side and grab his arm. jude’s attention is focused on you as he watches you lean you head against his shoulder for warmth. in response he leans his head on top of yours and you remain in that comfortable silence.

your attention is then taken when you both look at the big screen and see to the two of you leaning against each other. you smile shyly and hide your face in his neck to get away from the cameras.

“camera is gone now, you can stop hiding” jude teased and his body shook with laughter.

“shut up i hate when they do that” you admit and press and gentle kiss on the base of his neck. you feel jude’s breath sharpen by the little action knowing what kinds of affect you have on your boyfriend.

“i know so do i” he replies, he turns to you a little so he can place his hand on your thigh, he squeezes softly and rubs the covered skin with the pad of his thumb. he knows how you get when the camera videos the two of you you get all shy and embarrassed knowing the whole world can see your relationship.

you lift your head from his shoulder to be faced with him, noses touching. you moved forward and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek and then the corner of his mouth. hoping know one saw you do that.

“what happened to the no kissing” he said and did a heartwarming smile to you, still very close to you.

“that was a kiss on the cheek” you told him.

“still a kiss though”

“whatever”

#football #imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #fluff #jude bellingham fanfic #dortmund

[slayfics]

Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro decides it’s time you start going on missions with him.

Chapter 7

Muichiro had been gone for two days now and you were sure he’d return soon. You had picked out some new plants for the house to replace the dead ones, since you decided they were too far passed to nurse back to life. You also made sure to train extra hard like he asked you to do.  

You were sitting down eating when you heard the front door open and Muichiro enter.

“Welcome back Master Tokito!” You said with a smile.  

"That smells good.” He said, commenting on the food you had just finished making.

“There is plenty more if you’re hungry.”  You replied, and Muichiro sat down to eat with you.

“How was the mission?” You asked, wanting to know what kind of demon he had encountered.

“Simple. Just some minor demons to take care of and some scared Kanoto ranks to save. It’s a wonder they made it this far. That demon was child’s play. They should have been able to handle it without a Hashira.” He stated. “I want you to come with me on my next mission.”

“Really??” You couldn't help but let the excitement show on your face. Your first mission together. This must mean he had felt you were getting stronger. Even if it was just a simple lower rank demon you two would go against, this meant he trusted you and your abilities finally. The thought of being able to accompany Tokito by his side as his Tsuguko gave your stomach butterflies.  

“Yes, I think you are more than capable.” He said, as he finished scarfing down some food. “Also, before I forget I passed a village on the way back and brought you this.” He said holding out a hair pin with beautiful flowers on the end. “That is your favorite color right?”

“Yes, it is.” You said grabbing it from his hand unsure of what to say. Muichiro hardly remembered anything, so the fact that he remembered your favorite color and stopped to pick something out for you was leaving you dumbfounded. You weren't sure what to say, or how to feel. You stared at the hair pin in your hand trying to figure out the right words.

“Do you not like it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.  

“No that’s not it! I’m I- It's very beautiful thank you Tokito.” You finally managed to say. He grabbed it back from your hand and moved closer to you and gently placed it in your hair. He sat directly in front of you now, staring at you intently. You weren't sure what to do, it felt like when a cat climbs into your lap and you're afraid if you move or breathe it will get scared away. He stayed silent taking you in for a few moments before speaking again. 

“We should get some rest. Training starts back up tomorrow at dawn. Once I get another mission, we will leave right away together.” He said getting up and starting to help clear the table. You stayed frozen for a few more moments still trying to process what had just happened.   “Oh, were you not done eating?” He asked, seeing you still sitting down.

“Sorry I am!” You said getting up quickly and helping to clear the table.

"Also the plants look nice, thank you. I'll try to remember to water them this time." He said.

"I could also tend to them for you if you wish." You offered. 

"Hmm.." He said and seemed to space off. "Yes... maybe that would be better. Goodnight.'' He said and left swiftly in the direction of his room. 

You watched as he walked to his room leaving you alone in the room. You sat back down to try and process the events of the night, so much had changed it was dizzying. 

Muichiro had brought you back a gift, remembered your favorite color, helped clean the table again, and he was offering to take you on missions. A warm smile found its way to your face as you realized your relationship with the Hashira was finally growing. For once you felt he might enjoy having you as his Tsuguko. You made your way back to your room feeling proud and happy for the first time in a long time.

It did not take long for Muichiro to be summoned to another mission. The next day in the middle of training a crow came to tell him of a demon lurking in the area he oversaw.

“Are you ready?” He asked. “I am!” You replied enthusiastically.

“Let’s go then.” He said and disappeared in the direction of the reported demon, and you followed behind as best as you could. 

#kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #hashira x reader #mist hashira #kny x y/n #kny fanfic #muichiro x y/n #kny muichiro #muichiro’s mansion

[neverniko101]

In honor of Ink’s birthday, I decided to finish Krxken!tale Ink’s design! The titular kraken of the tale lmao

I am so proud of this design it looks so good

Only a little bit of rambling since story is still in the works also spoilers

Masterpost

Krxken!tale Ink- (Nickname: Kraken or Krxken could get confusing, so he’ll be Irid!)

- 4’3” (130 cm)

- Ink my beloved

- Are the tentacles part of his body or his scarf? Yes.

- Probably poisonous and/or venomous

- Aro/ace king

- As shown in old Krxkentale comic, the doodlesphere is actually a sea filled with islands for each AU. Some AUs have legends about a sea of swirling colors and pitch black depths inhabited by a cruel and fearsome monster, but all who investigate too far into the tale seem to vanish…

- The original reason the AU was named Krxkentale was because Ink absorbed XGaster’s soul, but I’m not so sure about that concept anymore

Not changing the AU name though because im lazy

- likes,,, fish

- idk I’m tired might update this later

#undertale #undertale au #art #my art #artwork #digital art #utmv #sans undertale #sans #utmv sans #krxkentale #krxken!tale #krxkentale ink #krxken!ink #irid ink #ink!tale #ink!sans #ink sans #undertale sans #ink utmv #utmv art #utmv oc #utmv au #utmv fanart

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 31st. New Year's Sex. "Sugar To Ring In The New Year." Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader.

Here we are! The end of Kinky December's do over! I am very proud of myself for committing and sticking to this! I hope everyone enjoyed it! This is reminding me of that follow-up piece I have in the works for this, and here is hoping it pushes me to actually finish it! I hope you all have a great December a happy holiday season and of course, a lovely new year. Now let's all sink back into this older/Sugar Daddy Stu Macher AU.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.2K Warnings. Established Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. Age Gap. Public Sex. Dirty Talk. Sex Toys. General Daddy Kink. Remote Control Vibrator. Pet Names. Praise. Dirty Talk. Mild Temperature Play. Mentions Of Kidnapping, Knife play, Bloodplay, Ropeplay and Poly!Ghostface. We Respect Sex Workers Of All Kinds In This House. If You Don’t? Get Out.

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You had spent such a long time getting ready for tonight.

But it was so very worth it. Rather, he was so very worth it. 

You looked yourself over in the full length mirror. You looked fucking incredible. Turning slowly, admiring yourself, he had picked your outfit for tonight, paid for it himself and whatever else you needed. He told you money was no object, and it certainly never seemed to be with him. 

See, it was New Year's Eve and you had a party to attend. A very nice party, probably nicer than any you had ever been to. 

A ding from your phone, you picked it up off the nearby table. He was here. You shrugged on your coat and gave yourself one last look before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Door locked and now in the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor with a manicured finger. Humming lightly to yourself, looking your nails over as you descended. 

To say you were excited was an understatement. You loved getting to see him and the holidays were crazy with his line of work, you didn’t see him nearly as much as you’d have liked this past month. Soon the elevator doors slid open and out you stepped, heels clacking over the polished tiles of the lobby of the apartment building you lived in. 

You stepped out into the cold evening air of downtown, smile crossing your painted lips to see him waiting for you, leaning against the town car hands in his coat pockets, grin widening when he saw you. 

“Hey.” You called to him with a coy smile, he held a hand up signalling you to stop, you did, a few feet in front of him. 

Next he signalled you to turn to show him the whole look, and you of course obliged. Hands in your jacket pockets, holding your coat open as you did so, letting him drink in the sight of you, a low whistle as he did so. When you were sure he was satisfied you closed the space between the two of you, hands out of your pockets now, reaching out and taking hold of the scarf he had on, hanging loosely over his jacket. 

“I reiterate. Hey.” He held up one finger signalling, further still, you to wait as he said- “Hang on just a second-”

One of his hands coming up and finding the back of your neck, and he pulled you closer to him, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You gripped his scarf and tugged him closer, a soft hum from you. He broke the kiss and, still so close to you, he said softly, “Hey.”

That drew a small laugh from both of you, and then you let go of him, taking a step back, and he opened the door for you as you teased him, “Was that really necessary?”

Stu told you in a very serious tone of voice, hands gripping the top of the car door, “Yes. It was important.”

When you laughed, it made a grin spread over his face. Adorable.

You leaned over the door separating the two of you and pressed another kiss to his mouth before getting into the car. Soon he was beside you and you were off. Your hand in his and talking casually, catching up, it had been too long. 

You were recounting something funny that happened the other day at a gift exchange with friends when you caught him staring at you, and you stopped, asking in that usual playful tone when you were with him,“What? Something off with my make-up?”

“No, no, far from it. You look amazing tonight.” Well, that was nice to hear, you certainly hoped so. He picked it all out after all. You thanked him, of course. The drive passed by quickly. Soon you were being ushered inside, coats checked, and walking into the main room with him, his hand on your lower back as he led you to your table. 

“Oh, we get a table?” You joked, and he pulled your chair out with a scoff, “Of course we do, baby. Look at who you’re with.“ The overexaggerated gesture to himself when he said that made you snicker. 

Of course, how foolish, naturally you get to have an actual table. He took his place next to you and had ordered you drinks in the next minute. You really enjoyed these dates out to events like this pertaining to his work, he was so in his element, different from how he was when he was totally alone with you. Conversation always flowed so easily with him, and you enjoyed yourself immensely.

Drinks were brought, and he held his glass up to you, that same smile you loved so much, you held up yours as well as you asked, “And what are we toasting to?”

“Hmm, how about to me having the absolute finest date here?” How could you say no to that? You smirked as you offered up,“So it’s to both of us, really.”

“Exactly! Always so smart, baby. To us.” Glasses clinked, and you were still mid-sip when he asked it,“So are you wearing it?”

You glanced at him, he was looking at you, pose relaxed, one elbow on the table, glass held loosely in his hand, fuck, he looked good. 

We should talk about the nature of your relationship with Stu Macher. It might be obvious to someone else looking at you two. He was significantly older than you, professional, established, very well-to-do. You were the pretty young thing, always dressed to impress and on his arm for all the events you were allowed to attend. 

The nature of your relationship was very clear, it started off a bit more business like, but it quickly evolved into more than just that. 

“Why Mr.Macher! I have no idea to what you are referring.” You couldn’t hold back your smile, leaning forward on your elbows, fingers laced together and tucked under your chin, a faux innocent batting of your eyelashes, and he gave you a look. 

“Baby.” That delicious tone. More serious. You gave in with a wider smile and said, “Yes, I am.”

“Good. If you didn’t admit it, I was going to have to test it already.” Your thighs pressed together under the table, you knew he was going to use it at some point, there would be no reason for you to wear it if he had no intention of using it. 

Some coworker of his came over and took some of his and took his attention, you sat next to him, patiently waiting, you were very used to this. It was more appropriate to say colleague you supposed, but ultimately it didn’t matter. Fingers on the rim of your glass as you look around the well decorated room and the well-dressed people. You contemplated getting some food in a minute, surprisingly hungry, but your thoughts were interrupted, a hitch in your breath as you felt it.

Your eyes flicking to Stu, you saw it, he had his phone pulled out, semi-hidden under the table, next to his thigh, you were sure he knew you could see it. He was still looking up to his co-worker, engaged in their conversation, but you saw the open app on his phone and there was no mistaking it.

In case it wasn’t obvious enough by this point. Stu Macher was your sugar Daddy. And he had some particular tastes. Taste and appetites that you helped him satisfy. That is how your arrangement initially began, but it had grown into more, you were much closer, however he still insisted on spoiling you, buying you things, paying for your rent and giving you an allowance. He seemingly got off on providing for you, and who doesn’t love to be spoiled by someone so attentive? You weren’t going to say no. It would be cruel to deny him that, frankly. 

To be perfectly fair, if you had met him in some other circumstances, you were certain you would have pursued him. He was nice and sweet, so fucking handsome, funny, there was so much more to him than what he could provide financially. 

Things were good.

So what about tonight? And what was going on right now? Stu loved getting up to all kinds of filthy things with you. One of his favourites was doing things in public spaces with the risk of getting caught. He had sent the bags over earlier with your outfit for tonight. Along with the dress and make-up and accessories and shoes, he provided the lingerie for you to wear under your dress, and the panties were very important. You recalled that text he sent you that afternoon and the instructions. You followed them to the letter. The panties had this perfect little pocket in them to slip in a remote control vibe. The one he was controlling on the app on his phone right now. While you were less than two feet from his coworker. 

You swallowed hard and gripped your glass, attempting to breathe evenly, managing to quell the moan attempting to break free. He didn’t make it easy. Your eyes peeked at his phone and watched as he manipulated the controls with one hand, increasing and decreasing the vibration. You were thankful for the loud overall party atmosphere covering up the sound of it. 

A bite of your bottom lip, eyes breaking away, focusing on the table in front of you, trying to take deep breaths and mercifully it stopped. You let out a sigh and looked over to Stu who was looking at you with a grin, his coworker gone His hand fell to your knee, and he squeezed as he praised, “Good job. You didn’t give yourself away at all.”

“Thank you.” You took a sip and felt a bit of pride, until he said, “Guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

Fuck.

You sighed again and took a healthy swallow from your glass.

Really, by now you should be used to this. You had prepared yourself for the fact he’d want to use it in public because I mean of course he would, however you should have also been ready for the fact that he would make it as difficult as possible on you. 

That reminded you to ask. “So where’s Billy tonight?”

He squeezed your knee again before letting go and picking up his glass again as he responded, “A different party. Shame he couldn’t come, but he had his own thing and I could only bring one guest with me.”

Makes sense. They were in different lines of work, after all. It had been a while since you last got to see him. That was another interesting angle to this arrangement. So you had met Stu with the understanding of your arrangement, the initial process went great, you seemed compatible. Multiple dates, he paid for all and spoiled you, and of fucking course the sex was incredible. A little ways into it, you remembered him sitting you down and bringing forth the idea of it, that he had a friend, his best friend, they were very close, he loved to share and wanted to share you with him. 

You were open to it and met him, and we're so thankful that you did. He was equally attractive, a good job, not exactly as high profile as Stu’s, but he seemed more than comfortable. One of the things you liked best was how Stu acted around him, more relaxed, you found out they went way, way back and seeing the other side of Stu? Amazing. Made you like him a lot more, might have made you fall for him a little sooner. 

Turns out sex with Billy was pretty fucking great too. You remember the first full weekend away with them to really test the dynamic, and it was unreasonably fun. Hot, boundary pushing. They had to be sure about you before trying out what they really wanted. A rented house and a complex role play. It was all discussed beforehand, limits, safe words, signals, the whole nine. You pretend to stay there alone. A phone call, they ‘break in’, there were costumes and ropes and knives and fucking Christ why did you like it so much? 

The memories of that weekend were some of your favourites.

It couldn’t have gone better and yep they wanted to ‘keep you’ and you wanted that too more than anything. Basically, the whole time you saw Stu, you only saw him. Not like you needed to see anyone else, he more than took care of your monetary needs, emotional and sexual needs being satisfied by him were a give in. Now add Billy as a regular guest in your life and you were fucking set. 

You smiled as you teased him, keeping it light as ever, you were sure with whatever he had in mind the mood wouldn’t stay that way forever, “And you decided to bring me? I’m so flattered.”

He scoffed with a smile, obviously he was going to bring you, he felt no need to say it though, so instead he said, “Finish your drink.”

“That an order, Stu?” You asked as you picked up your glass and as you started to drink, eyes falling closed as you did and what happened next almost made you choke, while you were distracted for that moment he turned the vibe back on. 

His phone was out on the table, and he had flicked it back on easily. You managed to swallow your mouthful and threw a look at him, he had finished his own drink now, staring you down. You wanted to ask ‘what the fuck?’ but he spoke first, “Why are you calling me that?”

You watched as his fingers lingered on his phone screen, turning it up slowly, and you swallowed your moan, one of your hands was gripping the cloth napkin in front of your place setting. Forcing yourself to respond, “Because we are in public. At a work event. It’s yo-o-our rule.”

You almost broke but managed to hold strong even as he nudged it higher still, you almost wanted to shake, pleasure simmering low inside of you. 

“Hmm, it’s a special occasion. Indulge me.” He was leaning much closer to you, face inches from yours, you wanted to kiss him, a bite of your bottom lip, and you whispered it, low enough just for him to hear, indulging him just as he wanted, “Of course, Daddy.”

You actually pulsed when you said it. Not just because of him still having the toy turned up, but from breaking this previous hard and fast rule of his, saying this in public at a work event. That smile alone made it worth it. The kiss he gave you afterwards, forget about it. 

The rest of the night was too fun. More drinks, amazing food, and he kept teasing you on and off. The range on that thing was unreal. 

At one point you were coming back from the bathroom, and once you were in his line of sight, he turned it on and watched you almost stumble on your way back to the table. He was still laughing a little when you hit him playfully on the shoulder and mouthed ‘stop!’ he, of course, did not. 

Picking the worst times, when you were in the middle of eating or drinking, at one point when you were dancing. You thanked God he was right there, it went from fully off to full tilt, and you would have dropped were it not for him holding you up. 

Eventually you ran into a friend you knew from sugaring. Both you and her standing near the table, casual conversation, it was nice, you hadn’t seen her in a while, “So you here with-?”

Unlike you having just Stu she had a few regulars in rotation, you offered it up, question open-ended, and she rolled her eyes as she started,“Dickhead. I mean-”

Covering her mouth with her hand with a laugh that you joined in on before both saying, “Dickinson.”

She had told you about him. While he paid great money, he kinda sucked. 

“Why’d you agree? I know you have other options, why spend New Years with that-”

You were caught off guard. Not expecting it at all, you nearly dropped your drink and couldn’t stifle the moan this time, you managed to quiet it but not completely. You took a deep breath and looked around, trying to find where he was, nowhere in sight, your friend reached out, hand on your shoulder, “Jesus, you good? What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard and looked over at her, trying to keep your breathing steady, “Fuck it. So-”

And you filled her in, telling her all about what was going on and the naughty secret you had currently concealed in your panties and the game he was playing with you. 

“Ugh, see, you are so lucky! He’s so good to you, so playful, he always has fun shit for you two to do together.”

It was fun. Even as you were struggling standing here, he never settled on one pattern or strength for long, constantly mixing it up, not letting you adjust at any point. You understood her jealousy, I mean if you didn’t have him and had to watch someone else parade around with him, you were certain that you could feel similar. 

Finally, the pleasure ceased as the toy turned off, you were so wet by this point you could feel it on your thighs, thank God for the length of the dress he chose. 

You looked at your friend who seemed to be looking behind you, big smile, you felt him before seeing him, his hand on your lower back, he knew your friend obviously and greeted her, “Hello. Keeping her company for me?”

“Of course Mr.Macher. Great suit tonight, by the way.”

You didn’t mind if your friend flirted with him and you kind of like when he would flirt back, he didn’t do it super overtly, but he did compliment her in kind, she looked great herself, before he asked, “Thank you so much, do mind if I steal her?”

“By all means. See you later.” Then he was leading you away from the party and down one of the hallways lined with office doors, not fully lit up since no one was working. Hand in hand as he asked, “I’ve never actually showed you my office, have I?”

Surprisingly, he had not. You shook your head, and he stopped in front of one of the doors before pushing it open, “A damn shame, truly. C’mon.”

You jumped at the chance. You knew how to behave at one of these events, but you were desperate by this point. Aching with need. You wanted him intensely, he was too good at arousing you. The light touches and teasing, the things he whispered to you tonight when no one was in earshot, and of course using that damn vibe on you. 

You would have been more impressed with his office if you weren’t so preoccupied. You walked around slowly, you had your mind on one thing, that big beautiful desk. Certain, you were going to get bent over the side of it and thrown down on top of it. You turned to see where he was, and he was on you, hands on your waist, and you were backed up into that desk, sat on top of it. Far enough away from the party, you allowed yourself to let go, moaning against his mouth. “You did so good in there, baby.”

“Mmf thank you.” Your hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer, his hands on either side of you on the top of his desk, you couldn’t help yourself now that you had him alone, kissing him so passionately. 

He pulled away too soon and took a step back, discarding his jacket, throwing it over the desk, rolling his sleeves up as he said, “Pull that dress up. Let me see.”

You obliged all too quickly. Jesus, he looked so good. Hands scrambling to pull your dress up, hands in the folds of the fabric, hiking it up your legs, eventually hands on the hem you held it up, legs spread.  One of his hands on your inner thighs as he looked, “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

A nod, hips pushing out a little further, wanting his hand higher, wishing he would touch you. His fingers brushed over you and your head fell back with a moan, “Need it badly, hmm?”

You responded quickly, breathy, “Ye-yes Daddy Please?”

Then both of his hands were on you, hauling you up onto your heels. “Keep holding your dress for me, baby.”

You could only nod, and you expected to be forced over the desk, but no, that’d be too easy, instead you were pulled over to the window. He was right behind you, he took your hands and pressed them flat to the glass and whispered in your ear, “Nice view, isn’t it?”

You looked out the window and it certainly was. Downtown, late at night, high up, what floor was this? You wondered what he was getting up to, hands on the straps of your dress, sliding them down off your shoulders, what he wanted was made clear, and your breath hitched as he said it, “Think anyone could see us up here?”

He noticed how it affected your breathing, his mouth ghosted over the side of your throat, and he chuckled before saying, “Oh, I think you like that idea.”

Hands trailed down your arms and sides and then his fingers found your panties and slid them down, you let them pool at your feet, and he encouraged you to step out of them, he kicked them aside. One hand sliding down your stomach, your hands twisting in the fabric of your skirt and soon his hand was between your thighs, strong fingers dragging through your folds and you moaned. 

“Do you want something to see you like this?”

His fingers circled your clit and his opposite hand tugged down your dress further, bunched around your waist, straps still on, holding your arms to your sides, hands still on the glass. You were sure you were fogging up the glass, but who fucking cares when he makes you feel like this.

“Well, since you indulged me earlier, then allow me to do the same.” Then he pressed you forward, you almost yelped, it was winter, the glass was freezing, he let out a small laugh from your reaction, “Cold?”

“Very! Fuck-” You pushed and tried to back up, but he kept you pressed there, he tsk’d before saying, “Now, now baby. If you want it-”

He rubbed your clit harder, and you squirmed against him,“-and I think you do. Then you are going to stay right here. Understood?”

You relented, he eased off, only to dispose of his pants, you listened to the jingle of his belt, and soon he was back on you. One hand on your shoulder and one hand under your thigh, adjusting your leg just so, and soon you were blessed with the feeling of him splitting you open. The stretch was wonderful, you moaned long and low, forehead pressed to the glass. He only held in you for a moment before he began moving, and it practically already had you panting. 

“Filthy. This how you like to celebrate? Getting fucked out in the open? Praying someone sees you?”

All you could do was moan out yes, over and over, in time with how he fucked you. The thought, how he spoke to you and of course again, how fucking wonderful it felt. 

“I loved watching you struggle. Trying to act normal and proper, you did so fucking good for me, baby. So proud of you.”

This is the best. Treating you like this, taking you like this, so open and rough and possessive while still lavishing praise over you. Pushing back onto him, completely lost in it, hardly registering what he was saying, but you caught bits and pieces, like this next part-“I’ll try not to mess you up too bad. No promises though. Still have to go back out there-”

That is what did you in. The thought of having to go back out there. Acting normal, like you didn’t just get fucked against his office window like a whore, trying to look and act every part of the prim little arm candy his office had gotten to know while his cum leaked down your thighs under your dress. That is the thought that finally made you cum, thankful he had you pinned to the window, or you would be on the floor. Breathing so hard on your come down, he paused, buried all the way inside, a harsh grind as he whispered in your ear, “Happy New Years, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you replied, still breathless, “Happy New Years, Daddy.”

What a way to ring in the New Year.

#Stu Macher x reader #slasher x reader #Ghostface x reader #MWAH #Do-Over-December #BHF writing #I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did!

[sardonic-courtney]

Scarf.

Spencer Reid x Reader.

Words: 1182

Warnings: Suggestive. Mentions of Sugar daddy. OOC Reid.

Summary: The team decided to go to Spencer's for take away and find out about his girlfriend.

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The BAU had finished for the week, which means…yep a long Friday full of paperwork from the usual case they had finished yesterday. A normal case, well as normal as a murder case could be. Relatively smooth and simple, bodies in different doll outfits lead to a woman who had a a bad childhood and was using the victims as dolls. So everyone was tired, even Rossi looking worn out.

Spencer Reid, wearing a light grey shirt, top button undone, a black tie with a little embroidery that seemed to be his new favourite and some trousers, grabbing his dark grey jumper was just ready and excited to go home to see her. She was not a secret, but Spencer had also failed to mention his girlfriend of a year and a half..to anyone. He had no reason to. He was ready to leave until Derek came up to him.

“Take away at your house today wonder boy” Derek states, not a question but also not a demand…and as usual Spencer is too awkward to say no, especially when the team seems to perk up at the idea and is excited about it.

Penelope squeals, “Yes! Oh, we haven't been to Spencer’s in aaggeeees. Brilliant idea Chocolate Thunder”.

"I could definitely go for a Chinese," Emily states nodding.

"Wills got the kids so I'm happy to come," JJ adds already grabbing her coat.

That's how the whole BAU team ended up on the sofa and chairs in Spencer's apartment. Hotch and Rossi instantly took the two-seater undoing some shirt buttons to relax. Derek, Penelope and Luke on the three-seater. JJ and Emily sit on the armchairs all chatting and making themselves at home. Spencer stands in the half-joint kitchen, shirt sleeves rolled up and he turns to the cupboard about to get drinks for them as they wait for the takeaway…

But the front door opens, and Y/n walks in from her classes, tired but happy to be home. She takes her shoes off at the door and places her bag on the kitchen counter not looking towards the couches or chairs that joins the kitchen she walks up towards Spencer, oblivious. The now silent BAU team looked confused, Derek slightly amused. 

“You” Y/n starts walking towards Spencer with a big grin, “Are a genius”. Her smile is infectious and one Spencer loves. Spencer's focus is on her now and only her as he chuckles slightly, the team are surprised by the look on Spencer's face, affectionate caring and amused. She gains all of his attention, but he forgets to mention they’re not alone as Y/N wraps her wool scarf around his neck.

“Honestly, a Genius,” she smiles, emphasizing the word whilst admiring him.

“I am aware of that, but do care to elaborate love?” Spencer asks amused, his eyes flick down to the scarf about to comment but Y/n does before he can.

“What? I think it suits you” She bites her lip. “Well, okay,  maybe not like this… But if it was in a more Sherlock way…”

She adjusts the scarf, folding it in half then wrapping it around his neck and threading the end through the loop, nodding at her handiwork, proud of herself clearly the two are comfortable around each other it wouldn't take a profiler to notice.

“That's not what I was going to say, '' Spencer commented looking at her, his brain noting her cute expressions.

“Oh right…Well, I got my test results back.”

“Really?” his face lights up, curious, “What did you get?” 

Y/n pulls herself up and sits on the kitchen counter, her back facing the on-looking strangers. “On what?” she asks with a teasing smirk.

“Results Y/n, what are your results,”

“Oh see that depends on what you are asking about” 

He shakes his head, and a little stern he says “All of them princess”.

With a faint blushing on her cheeks, she pretends to think, “Hmmm let’s see… Practical assessment Distinction, Witten assessment pass, pregnancy negative and the Oral assessment distinction”.

Spencer gives her a look.

“What you said is all of my results, that's all of them.” she chuckles.

“Well good job I'm very proud of you” he says, chuckling, shaking his head a little but is cut off by her stomach growling. His face fills with concern “Did you buy food today?”

“With what money? I'm on my apprenticeship wage, I looked in my account today and I have £32.48. I'm two days away from standing on the corner of my street”

Spence rolls his eyes at her dramatic comments.

“You know what I need..” she asks eyes lighting up a little.

“What?” Spencer asks seriously, missing the playfulness in her tone, removing the scarf from his neck, gently and neatly folding the scarf in his large hands and placing it on the counter by Y/n’s legs.

“A sugar daddy” Her face is relaxed and serious even though she's joking, and she gives a small grin.

He shakes his head chuckling again to himself “You do not need a sugar daddy”

“Oh right because I've already got one” Y/n nods smiling as if it's obvious.

“Hmm, you do, do you?” He raises an eyebrow crossing his arms in front of his chest, his work shirt tightening his body.

“Yeah you,” she states with an unspoken, duh. 

Derek has to fight a laugh.

“I'm not your sugar daddy” The sternness in his voice and the towering position over Y/n isn’t supporting his statement.

“Hmmm, are you sure about that?” Y/n has a bratty smile on her face.

“Definitely,” Spencer replies, his tone not showing any amusement.

“Spence, define sugar daddy.”

“Well the Oxford dictionary defines it as a well-to-do usually older man who supports or spends lavishly on a mistress girlfriend or boyfriend,” he states factually not clocking her plan. 

Smlining as her plans works, “Exactly, you are even a little older than me”

“I don’t…” Spencer starts but is cut off by the look on Y/n’s face.

“Well technically”

Reid blushes

She giggled as she looked past him to the side, “Oh you got me more sodas?”

“Sure did, oh by the way” he goes to his coat that's hanging on the hook getting a small box from the pocket and tosses it her way. “It's a well done for all your studying and tests and passing your apprenticeship, I saw it and thought you would like it.”

Opening it she sees it's a beautiful ring, her favourite metal and in a tiara shape.

“Spencer, oh wow, I love it…you shouldn't have you are the reason I passed. All those study sessions and notes and prepping”

“I wanted to” he walked over, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on her pointer finger, perfect fit. “And I knew you would like it”

“Not a sugar daddy my arse” she mumbles.

“Quiet,” he says a little dominance coming out as he kisses her lips, deepening until a certain Aaron Hotchner clears his throat, causing her to freeze and Spencer to pull back, “Oh right, we have guests”

Knowing who it would be she hides her bright red face into Spencer's chest.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x yn #xreader #criminal minds

[astroyongie]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Half Of My Heart ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Read with this song: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/3KJFFP1U9SdJrYLk1f1jRa?si=24544cad174b44de

Warnings: Angst

Droplets of snow fell like ash from the night sky. December nights were always dark in Japan, the dim light from the street lamps proving just enough not to get lost. Tonight, it felt particularly cold and the coat around your shoulders wasn’t providing any warmth. You felt your fingers bruised from the cold breeze, but you couldn’t bulge from your spot, feet glued on the ground. A strange feeling of dryness recoiled inside your mouth as you felt your eyes becoming irritated from both the cold and the tears that threatened to leave. 

“You what?” you asked again, glaring at Niki who had not yet looked at you. 

The tip of his nose was reddish, his cheeks puffed from the scarf he wore around his neck. Snow collected itself on his blonde hair, but he didn’t brush it away. 

You and Niki have been dating for quite a while now. You had supported him all this time, even when his desires were to go to Korea and become an idol. As a good girlfriend, you had moved out to that foreigner country, supported him through thick and thin, cried with him whenever training was too hard, attended to his sore muscles after a hard day of practice.

So why? Why now?

You had pushed your dreams aside, giving up university to be able to support him since you knew that the idol industry was too fierce. Yes, you might have complained once or twice that you were often bored in Korea and that dating Niki was becoming hard as Enhypen was becoming more and more recognized. but you were also proud of him, and you wanted to walk down that path with him. That world was too dark, you couldn't let go of him when he needed you the most.

So why? Why now?

“We need to break up” He repeated this time, his voice louder. Niki’s eyes finally met yours, and you felt your heart shattering. What was he talking about? this didn't make sense. You had just come back to Japan with him to spend Christmas with your family, so why was he talking about breaking it off with you?

The same guy that had spent the entire day with you, making you feel special, buying you that cinema ticket from the movie you had been talking about for months.

“I don’t understand,” You said, feeling your voice shivering. “Is it something I have done?”

“No you haven’t done anything bad, y/n”

“Then why?” you asked the first tear rolling down your cheek “Why are you taking this decision if everything is okay?-- no, listen we can fix it and talk it out Niki. Whatever it is, let’s find a way, we can’t just–”

“I cannot stay being egoist.”

You looked at him, confusion overwhelming your senses. You shook your head, sniffing away the sadness as you walked toward him. He was growing distant, you wouldn’t allow him to slip from your fingers. Grabbing into his arms, his eyes were void as if he was trying to avoid you at all cost.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just let it go, y/n” Niki said, his voice growing annoyed as he pushed you away from the grasp you held. 

You fell silent. Looking at him, his skin was becoming redder and you couldn't tell if it was because he was angry or cold. You felt your lower lip trembling, the feeling of powerlessness crawling up your spine. 

“I don’t care that you are being egoistic if you keep me by your side,” the anger boiling in your stomach just couldn't stop. The thought of losing Niki was making you nauseous “I love you, I have sacrificed everything for you and now you are breaking up? in Christmas Eve? Fuck Niki, what the hell of a timing!” you yelled, painfully aware of how empty the streets looked and how the dim light did not allow you to see all the emotions running free on Niki’s face. 

“You don't understand.. you never have.”

“Is it the company?” You asked, too engrossed in your emotions to process his words “I am going to kick them in the face-”

“Stop y/n!” Niki said, his voice pleading this time. “We can't continue. You have said it yourself, you have sacrificed everything for me, how much do you have to sacrifice to realize that I am not giving you anything in return?”

“Niki–”

“Stop for a second and listen to me. The more you are with me, the more time you are wasting. Start doing something for yourself. Forget about me.”

Silence. 

You felt the realization hit you like a whip. Niki breaking up with you because he felt that you were giving him too much and not taking anything in return? It was absurd. It pissed you off. It made you angry. Everything you have done for him. For nothing.

“Fuck you Niki! Fuck you!

“Good” he said, a sad smile plastered on his face and you felt the tears running down out of rage, You couldn’t hate him even if you tried. He was repaying you, sacrificing what he loved in order for you to reach your dream. It was too cruel. “Half of my heart will always be with you. But I can't keep doing this. I am sorry”

You fell silent again, looking at him in disbelief. You wanted to kick him, to slap him, to tell him to give it a thought, but you knew Niki better than yourself. He wouldn't change his mind, not when his eyes shone this bright when he was looking at you. He was serious.

“I hate you, Niki. I really do right now”

You felt his arms surrounding your body. The warmth that you have been craving, overhauling your body as you felt shivers. A loud sob left your mouth, as you buried your face into his chest, clinging into his scent, into his body, into him.

“I will keep half of your heart” you said through sobs “I will wait, until you are ready to accept that half back.”

“thank you, y/n”

#enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #niki x reader #niki enhypen #niki imagines #niki headcanons #niki scenarios

[flwersgarden]

that dirty feeling.

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pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : what happens when elvis wakes up and finds out you ran away? no problem though, he likes a good cat and mouse game now and then.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, harassment, stalking, forced kissing and touching, gaslighting), slight description of murder.

author's note : i just realized a bunch of elvis songs are giving yandere vibes and this one in particular has been stuck in my mind for a week now and this just created itself if im honest :p

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

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elvis feels the sun hitting his face, making him grumble and turn around, hugging your body as it was intended. but the way his arm fell to the cushions made his mood worse.

“ damn it. ” he whispered.

blinking he tried to see where were you. he could feel how cold it felt which made him frown.

he turned slightly to the left, the clock marking 09:20.

“ baby? ” he whispered, still his harsh morning voice in his tone.

with a yawn he sat up, stretching his limbs before the sight of the shared closet caught his eyes.

where were your clothes?

“ baby?! ” he screamed, clumsily getting up, almost tripping, walking out of the room. “ darling! ” he continued to call for you, the silence that answered back made his mind go blank. where were you? why aren't you answering back? are you surprising him? are you playing a prank on him? because it's not funny.

“ y/n, i'm serious. ”

he was about to scream again but the sight of a note in the floor caught his attention. he crouched, picking the piece of paper up.

there was a phone number written in, what seemed to be, a hurry.

“ hello? ”

“ who am i speaking to? ” elvis immediately asked.

the other line went silence. “ you called, sir. ”

“ just trying to put it in the contacts list. ”

“ oh. ” they laughed. “ it's the memphis international airport. ”

the phone fell from elvis' hand.

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you could finally breathe, taking off your sunglasses but leaving the scarf on your head; you didn't want any stupid question right now.

yes, you were leaving your husband. your forced-to-be husband.

just the thought of elvis presley made you gag.

“ everything alright, ma'am? ”

you turned, chuckling. “ can i have a bottle of water? ” you asked, touching your throat with a polite smile. which was returned.

“ of course. ” she gave you what you asked, nodding before asking the same thing to the person in front of you.

you were glad you chose this time to 'travel', the plane was almost empty and no one would've like to travel to london at this cold times.

the ring in your finger just made you more sick.

you've been married to elvis presley for a long time. before he even got famous.

you met him through your mother's relationship with his and when his mother died, the only thing you could do was be there to support him. the grief also got you as she was also a big person in your life and the way she left, so soon, hurt.

but elvis saw it differently. he saw it as you being there for him, only for him. comforting him with small kisses in his head and soft touches in his face, telling him how proud his momma will be if he keeps going. and in that moment, when you two locked eyes, he knew he'd keep going with you.

and since then, elvis decided you were his. his to love. his to use. his to own.

you didn't liked him that way, you saw him as a big brother, he was your best friend. but he stop being that the moment he got on one knee and proposed to you in front of your father, who adores him, and your mother, who loves him. how could you even think about saying no to the adorable memphis boy who recently lost his mother and the only good thing left was you? would you be so cruel to leave him alone?

so, you accepted.

but that was when you were naive and stupid, wanting to be likable to your parents who never looked at you before elvis proposed.

that's why you're running away from that delusional man.

for the first time in years, you close your eyes with peace and joy. knowing whatever elvis was doing right now would never work to get you. a small smile appears in your face. oh, you could jump from joy.

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elvis struts to the airport, some friends behind him. he ignores the surprised looks of the people around him, his only focus being you.

“ hello, how can we help-? ”

“ what was the last flight to leave? ” elvis harshly asks to the employee who only clears his throat.

“ um, i can not say that. ”

“ why not. ”

“ privacy policy, s-. ” before the employee could even get a chance to explain, elvis had him on the counter. his hand grabbed his tie and his face crashed against the cold metal.

“ MY WIFE IS IN ONE OF THOSE FLIGHTS SO YOU BETTER TELL ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT! ”

everyone stands surprised, even his friends look amazed. the employee only shakes, afraid at the sudden aggressive behavior.

“ LONDON! ” he screams as elvis tries to take a swing at him when he got him up, elvis freezes in time.

“ right now? ”

“ YES! ” he sobs. “ that's the only flight that left. ”

elvis pushes the employee off, grabbing one of the men accompanying him by his jacket to whisper in his air.

“ book a flight to london, 'm calling the colonel. ”

the boy only nods, in fear of what elvis could do if he dared ti say no, taking off to the next counter to do as it was ordered.

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you arrive to the hotel, smiling to the receptionist as she gives you the key to your room, now walking to your room with a slight heavy suitcase.

you plop to the bed, closing your eyes, the fresh air from the window hitting your face just right. ah, freedom, how much you missed it.

a smile appears in your face as you think in what things you can do now that he is out of your life. you can go swimming, you can paint, practice some piano or guitar, so many things!

whole you're enjoying your little 'vacation', elvis is on a plane to london, his jaw clenched as his fingers brush his lips.

“ i just don't understand, such a lovely gal. ” vernon mutters, sighing with disappointment. as if his son didn't practically kidnapped you.

“ i know, daddy, she's just-. ”

elvis sighs.

“ she needs a lil' more time, 'das it. ” elvis looks at his feet, noticing how his knee is bouncing and bouncing with nervousness... and excitement.

he knows you don't love him. yet. but damn, is he trying to be a good husband for you and look what you do. look what you made him turn into.

“ she married you! she has to know her priorities, she can't take no vacation- mostly knowing how you're doing, son. ”

elvis just nods, he can bare to tell his father that his wife doesn't love him, that he is obsessed with her- so obsessed that he made her marry him just so no one could have her.

“ she is trying, trust me. she is just new to everything, like me. ” elvis defends you, knowing that what vernon is accusing you is false. “ believe me, the only reason why i'm going after her is because i love her too much to just let her go for one mistake. ”

vernon nods. “ your mama would've been proud, son. ”

elvis doubts that.

for the first time in his life, he made a choice without thinking what his mother would think when he forced you to marry him.

his mother knew about you.

“ mama, she loves me, i-i swear she does. i'm not stalking her, i'm protecting her! ” elvis puts his hand on his forehead as this discussion started to drain his energy.

“ elvis, listen to me, that girl is a good girl- don't you dare turn her into the dark hand! ” elvis' mother, gladys, screams as she walks out of the living room, her back to elvis.

“ 'M NOT! ” he screams, with a stomp on the ground; like a child, his arms flaring.

his mother hits the table. then, she turns.

“ what's gotten into you!? ” she asks with a sad tone. “ leave that girl alone! you think i don't know what you write about her- what you think about her?! ”

elvis opens and closes his mouth like a fish in the water.

“ you read those letters? ” he asks with a trembling voice.

his mother just looks at him before walking, slowly, to him; like someone would approach a dangerous animal, putting his hands on his cheeks.

“ elvis. ” she whispers. “ that girl is not good for you. she makes you wanna do bad things. ” she almost sobs as the next words caught in her throat.

“ you're thinking of killing people for her. ”

“ huh? ” elvis suddenly asks, turning to his side to see his father looking at the window.

“ we're almost there. ”

his sad face turns into a happy one as he turns to the window next to him, the city lights of london appears before them.

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“ ticket? ”

you smile, giving what they asked for. they just give a nod, clearly tired of the job, moving onto the next one.

you enter the theater, amazed at its fancy decorations and vintage look, smiling with amazement. you were locked in that gold cage for so long you didn't even remember how much you liked the theater.

you watch the movie with a smile on your face.

“ hey. ”

you turn to your right, blinking a few times.

“ hi. ” you say with a tight smile. forgetting how difficult it was to socialize, even before elvis trapped you.

the guy smiled, clearing his throat. “ i'm sorry if i'm straightforward but you are the most gorgeous girl i've seen around here. ”

you look at the movie playing, james dean leaning in a motorcycle looks back at you.

“ sorry, i-. ”

“ no. ” you say as you turn to look at him again, this time your smile feels more authentic. “ no, i'm just not very... good at taking compliments. ”

the guy smiles. “ i'm calvin. friends call me cal. ” he extends his hand for you to take.

you do as you give him your name.

he smiles.

and for the first time you feel quite happy.

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you return to the hotel you're staying at with calvin following behind, telling you a story while you laugh.

he tells you he moved here because of his brother needing help to renew his house and since calvin is the only architect he knows, he had to come here.

“ and you? ” he suddenly asks while you reach for your keys in your purse. you turn, confused. “ what's your story? ”

you're silent for a while before smiling a bit, taking the keys. “ i don't have one... ” you put the correct key in your door handle. “ guess i just wanted to escape. ”

he nods. “ yeah. i think everyone felt that. ”

you scoff before nodding, opening the door and entering your room; closing the room after he entered.

you don't know what you're doing. inviting a guy the first moment you met him?

it's just that you're eager to socialize. to know someone outside the presley cage. is that a crime?

“ you okay? ” calvin's voice breaks your anxiety.

you turn to him, smiling, realizing you've been standing on the same spot for minutes while he is a bit far from you, standing in your living room.

“ yeah! sorry, just.... i spaced out a bit. ”

calvin and you laugh, not expecting what was going to happen next.

as you walk towards him, you feel calvin grabbing your waist. for some reason, the both of you immediately feel the tension in the room and act on your animal instincts.

he kisses you, soft, after a pause on which you nod in consent as you reciprocate the kiss; your hands on his arms.

still fully clothed you both walk to the couch. calvin sits on one side and you sit beside him, lips still together.

just as you feel the need to smile between the kiss, two knocks startle you.

the kiss is broken and with it your peace too.

calvin frowns from beside you. “ you expecting someone? ”

“ god no. ” you whisper.

your eyes dart from the handle of the door to the ground, the shadow of two feet can be seen from the hallway light.

your eyes widen, feeling like you can't breathe.

you can recognize the shadow. that's how terrified he made you. it's the only thing you could see beside the big house elvis trapped you in.

you feel like your lungs fill with so much air you could explode.

“ 'ello? ” someone behind the door calls. “ jus' wanna ask a question. ”

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

elvis walks through the hotel hallway, knocking on doors and asking if someone has seen you. describing you with shaking hands and messy hair.

with every 'no' he get, the more frustrated he turned.

“ daddy, let's get outta here. this is not the hotel-. ”

“ come on, son, let's try for a few more rooms. we can't leave her here- did you smell the pot on the room we just knocked? lord knows what she could be going through... jesus. ” vernon mutters the last name, shaking his head to avoid bad thoughts of situations you could be going through.

elvis makes himself swear that the room he was standing in front of was going to be the last room to knock.

two knocks.

nothing.

elvis frowns, he was sure he heard some sounds from the room. beside, a small light could be seen.

he says something, in hope of someone hearing him.

“ i am just looking for my wife. ” he says a bit louder.

then, he hears it.

a gasp.

it's faint, small and... cute. it reminds him, of... of.

you.

“ y/n? ” he asks, shaking the handle the minute he grabs it.

in that moment, he hears footsteps walking to the other side of the room which makes him angrier.

why are you running away? he is fucking saving you.

wait.

elvis puts his ear closer to the door.

... there are four footsteps.

“ y/n! ” he screams while hitting the door with his fist, his father telling his friends to help him break the door.

“ she in danger?! ” vernon asks in fear.

“ she's gonna be if she doesn't open this fucking door! ”️️ ️️️️️️️️️elvis screams as he bumps the door with his body, his friends kicking the door to bust it open.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

meanwhile, you open the window of the main room and take your head out, gasping at the sight of small cars beneath you.

“ what the fuck. ” calvin whispers in fear behind you, you turn to look at him and the sight of his body trembling makes you want to cry.

“ calvin, listen to me. ” you grab his shoulders as you stand next to him. he looks at you and everything around you just fades away. the knocks, the kicking to the door, his sobs. “ you need to leave. you can hide here but he'll trash everything to find you. you need to leave right. now. ”

calvin's bottom lip trembles. “ we- we're on the fifth floor, y/n. ” he sobs again, you close your eyes for a second before opening the again.

“ it's that or him. ”

you know this is fucked. you know calvin could die if he tries to leave through the window, the balcony is small and cheap; it could break.

but he doesn't hesitate as he climbs through the window. and just as you're about to help him, four arms hold your body.

“ NO! NO! HE-. ” one hand shuts you up.

“ don't make him more angry. ” you recognize red's voice.

you can't help but cry, fat, wet and hot tears flow through your cheeks.

elvis stands in front of you and you have to hold yourself from snarling like a rabid dog.

“ hi baby. ” he whispers, caressing your cheek not caring a bit on how you try to avoid his disgusting touch. “ i missed you. ”

he then turns and you sob harder.

calvin is being held by jerry and another of elvis' friends. he is shaking like a leaf.

“ now. who the fuck do you think you are to steal my baby from me? ” elvis asks to the shaking boy, must be the same age as you, younger than elvis.

you try to shout a 'it wasn't him, it was me!' but red's hand is still in your mouth.

“ p-... please-. ”

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP! ”

you whine and close your eyes. elvis notices this and jerry swears the way his eyes changed from fury to love was diabolical.

“ aw, baby, sorry, 'm sorry. ” he whispers, putting on a baby voice, grabbing your cheeks with his hands as he kisses your forehead. “ you shouldn't see this. ”

you sob as you close your eyes so you could at least avoid looking at his lovesick eyes. his stupid blue eyes. the ones you once thought were the prettiest around.

“ take her to the car. ” he harshly says and you open your eyes.

your muffled cries for elvis to leave calvin alone are drowned by red's strong hand. you don't bite. you just sob.

you can't think of anything but sorrow. god knows what elvis will do to the boy.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

with the help of some of elvis' friends and red they take you downstairs, people that pass by just ignore.

they look like at you and do nothing.

fucking cowards.

“ okay, lollipop. ” red mutters, using elvis' nickname for you as someone opens the car. “ no screaming unless you want elvis to spank you. ”

they laugh behind you as red pushes you to the car, leaving you alone inside.

you sob, trying to even your breathing but you just can't. you feel like water is on your lungs, your nose hurts from how much sniffing you did; as if you were doing cocaine or something. god, it even hurts to sit.

after a while, you do so. hissing as you notice small drops of blood in your knee.

fucking red, he always hurts you.

you touch the bruise in your hand and just as you're about to cry again a sound from outside the car startles you. it sounded like if someone threw a bag of cement to the ground.

screams sound around you.

gasp from people.

cries from children.

you shake as you turn your head to the side. and as you catch the sight of a bloodied body, you scream and crawl to the other side of the car seat. grabbing the leather with strong hands, as you bump your head to the window.

oh my god.

oh my god. what the fuc

what is going on

god help help help help what

the car door opens and you scream as you turn.

elvis smiles at you.

“ hey babydoll. ” he enters the car and you just look at him paralyzed, sitting next to him.

you don't even flinch at his hands grabbing you and putting you on his lap.

“ you hungry? ” he asks with a small smile, his chin on your shoulder as he looks at you like you just hung the moon and stars. “ lord knows i am. ” he sighs as he looks to the front, shaking his head. “ did a lot of workout today. ”

#yandere austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis #yandere austin!elvis #yandere elvis x reader #yandere x reader #austin elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader

[newtonsheffield]

You just know that Kate is gonna get so many requests from Burberry and Stella McCartney and a dozen other fashion houses to be the face of their countryside collections the minute they see her instagram post of her wearing one of Anthony’s knit sweaters while helping him with the lambs. And Anthony, bless him, is gonna accidentally become a model too.

Imagine poor Anthony hovering off to the side while they shoot Kate’s new Burberry campaign on the farm. He’s proud, obviously, so proud of his wife, and the line at the bottom of the photos that says

Shot on Location at The Bridgerton Wool Farm in Kent

Won’t hurt his business at all.

So there he is, handing out lemonade a little awkwardly while Kate sits, perched in a tree with a trench coat tied around her waist and a scarf trailing down to the ground.

“Did you make this?”

Anthony spun around, dragging his eyes away from his wife to blink at the wardrobe assistant, staring curiously at him. “I… I did yes.”

The woman smiled at him as she set down her glass, “Kate was gushing about what a sweetheart you are earlier. I get it now.”

Anthony cleared his throat, shrugging awkwardly, “Oh. It was easy, I have a citrus juicer. My sister got it for me for Christmas.”

The wardrobe assistant chuckled, “Well it’s sweet anyway. Are you ready to get changed?”

Anthony blinked at her, “Am I… not dressed okay? Am I embarrassing her?”

She laughed, turning to a rack behind her. “Did Kate not tell you?”

“Did Kate not tell me what?”

“Okay, don’t be mad.”

He felt Kate’s arms wrap around his waist from behind, her lips against his cheek. Anthony turned slowly, tucking his wife against his side as he narrowed his eyes, “What’ve you done?”

Kate grinned at him, “Maybe Burberry sent over some men’s clothes on the off chance you wanted to put them on and take romantic pictures with me?”

“On the off chance or because you told them I would?”

“I explicitly told them you would.”

“Kate!” Anthony groaned, setting down his tray of lemonade. “What am I supposed to do?”

Kate tugged him more tightly against her whispering in his ear, “Look very handsome which is very easy for you. You’re doing it already. And if you do this, I’ll wear this trench coat tonight with absolutely nothing underneath.”

Anthony let out a shuddering breath and spun around, “Jane was it? What did you want me to put on?”

#modern bruises #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[the-amber-fox]

AO3 Wrapped

How many words have you written this year? 143.349 published on AO3. Quite a lot unpublished. Quite a lot for other things.

How many works did you publish this year? 10

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? I think it’s One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind aka sex shop au. This was such a ridiculous idea and we executed it with a passion and fun level that just made it irresistibly fun.

What work of yours has the most hits?

As this was the year of the red white and royal blue movie astoundingly the one fic I wrote for the fandom, Midnight Icecream, won by nearly double the hits than my others.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Sex shop au. Normally people comment less on E-rated fics.

Favorite title you used? Nothing here to fear.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? Nothing here to fear is from a Tori Amos song called Wednesday Also Take Me on is naturally from A-Has Take on Me. The Prince and the Popstar had a lot of lyrics and artists too. Check out the playlist for this one.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?/ Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Wilmon

What work was the quickest to write? I think You’re the cutest Jailbird I have ever seen was extremely fast.

What work took you the longest to write? The Prince and the Popstar, because me and the lovely @pagegirlintraining were just insanely busy.

How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? Wednesday AU and half an idea about Burlesque style barkeeper Wille.

What’s your longest work of the year? The Prince and the Popstar

What’s your shortest work of the year? Take me on

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Wednesday AU. I promise I am going to finish it one day.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Alternative Universe

Your favorite character to write this year? Simon as Wednesday probably.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Wilmon all the way to the end baby. Let’s see if we need fix-it’s after season 3.

Which work of yours have you reread the most? I do not reread my own work in general. But I reread comfort pics like Oh Christmas Tree by @ishotforthestars.

How many kudos in total did you get this year? 2.983

Which work has the most comments? This year The Prince and the Popstar.

Did you do any collaborative works this year? I wrote four amazing fics with @pagegirlintraining and one lovely fever dream of a collab with @ishotforthestars.

Did you write any gifts this year? Yes, I wrote five: One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind for @ishotforthestars Love is everything, stupid for @girls-are-weird Midnight icecream (Red, white and royal blue) for @rmd-writes Take me on for @pagegirlintraining Slipping’ into Christmas for @piebingo

Did you receive any gifts this year? Yes three lovely ones: Christmas Basket by @tuiiii En-Garde by @girls-are-weird Killing me softly (WIP) by @pagegirlintraining and @ishotforthestars

What’s your most common category? m/m

What do you listen to while writing? This might sound weird but it totally depends on my mood and what I am writing: sometimes I do listen to music, sometimes I even have dedicated playlists. But sometimes I listen to a movie from the genre I am writing or to old John Oliver episodes…

Favourite work you wrote this year? I have to name two, I can’t chose. It’s either The Prince and the Popstar or Sex Shop AU.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

“Simon, we are an inclusive group. It’s an adult queer romance book club, I doubt that anything you are wearing could–” Wille trails off with a splutter and stares at him as Simon opens his coat and shrugs out of it. Simon doesn’t know if he should feel self-conscious or proud that he made an obvious man of words lose them with cutout tights and a glittery mesh top under his big, violet fleece scarf. It really does leave very little to the imagination, he thinks to himself as he unwraps the fleece. Wille clears his throat, squeezes out “I’ll get you a hoodie,” and turns on his heel to speed walk to the other direction of the shop. 

29. Biggest surprise while writing this year? How well all four coops with @pagegirlinwriting went and how much better of a writer it made me. It challenges you if you have to keep up to another excellent writer.

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #young royals #wille x simon #wilmon #rwrb #yr fanfic #firstprince #rwrb fic #fanfiction #ao3fic #fanfic #ao3 author #simon x wille

[bleachbyatch-blog]

But I am a good girl

Summary: You've been reckless while trying to prove yourself as a hero and your professor is determined to get you to change your ways. Even if it means crossing a line to punish you. (Reader aged 18+ as if UA was a college and not a high school)

CW: f!reader, soft dom!Aizawa, orgasm denial, virgin reader, slight size kink, nothing too nasty

SMUT BENEATH THE CUT. MDNI.

That damn class was going to worry Aizawa into an early grave. The whole lot of them were trouble-makers. They all took training too far, from Midoriya breaking his arm during a match to Todoroki starting a small forest fire in the USJ. Recently a group of them had gotten caught facing down villains instead of waiting for the pros to step in. At the heart of it all, was you. You were the most stubborn, most idealistic, most meddlesome of them all. You were always getting caught up in half-baked plans to save people, to be a hero. And you were going to get yourself killed for it one day. Just like Shirakumo. 

Aizawa wouldn't stand for such reckless behavior anymore. He would talk some sense into you or else…he wasn't sure. 

“(Y/N), see me after class.”

“Oooh, you finally getting expelled?” Mineta chimed from behind you. You shot him a dirty look before sighing and slumping into your desk. 

“Probably.” You were not ready for another lecture from Aizawa. He was so stern, it brought tears to your eyes just thinking about what harsh words he would have for you this time. All you wanted to do was make him proud, to hear him praise you just a little bit. The rest of the period passed and you hung back by your desk as everyone filtered out. Aizawa’s eyes on you just in case you were planning any escape attempts. Your quirk was good for vanishing and he was well aware. 

Ochaco threw a sympathetic look over her shoulder before leaving the two of you alone in the classroom. You approached his desk warily, not knowing what else to do. 

“The dean told me about what happened at your work study.” If you were grateful for one thing, it was that your teacher didn't beat around the bush. “Did you think it was smart to take an entire crew of armed bank robbers on by yourself?” 

“I guess I wasn't really thinking at all. My body just moved.”

“You should have waited for your mentor and the sidekicks to back you up.”

“But I-Im stronger than all of them.” You cringed at how sheepish your voice sounded. You didn't feel strong at all when Aizawa's disappointed gaze bore into you. 

“That may be true, but you're still just a student. My student. I'm responsible for you. What do you think would happen to me if you got killed doing hero work?”

“You'd be fired?” You guessed with a shrug. 

“I'd be heartbroken.” You gasped at his tender words, snapping your eyes up to his to see for yourself if he was telling the truth. You were met with a sincerity that threatened to knock the wind out of you. “I will not lose any of my students, especially not you. Do you understand me?” The authority crept back into his voice. 

“Yes.” You gulped in the air to respond, your throat thick with emotion. 

Aizawa placed his hand roughly on the side of your neck and used his thumb to tip your chin up. 

“Do you understand that I will punish you when you get caught being reckless again?” 

“If I get caught.” You didn't know where the confidence came from, but you were glad for it, even reveled in the way his eyes narrowed at you. 

“Don't be cute with me.” His grip on your neck tightened, pulling you in closer to him. “If you don't believe me, maybe I'll give you a little taste now.” 

Your eyes widened, like those of a doe. Soft and innocent and a little frightened. His head dipped down to place his lips on your parted ones. He was kissing you. And it felt good. Not at all like a punishment. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sensation of his tongue and breath gliding over you, coaxing you to reciprocate. You reached a hand out to tug on his scarf and he pushed it away. “Only good girls get to touch me.” You whimpered, but obediently left your arms at your sides when he continued the kiss. 

“Take off your panties and get on the desk.” He commanded. You flushed, you didn't want him to see how wet you'd made the soft cotton. “I'm not going to ask again.” You peeled them off, biting back a whine at the way he watched you drop them. You climbed on the desk, trying to maintain some of your modesty and not flash him your parts. He unbuttoned his pants and let his cock loose, stroking it to its full length. It was way bigger than you would have imagined. Surely he didn't expect that to fit anywhere inside of you. 

He took in your intimidated expression. “Have you ever?” He asked simply. You contemplated lying before you shook your head reluctantly. “Don't worry, just leave it all to me.” While he finished undressing, you pawed at your clit, clumsily trying to relieve the pressure there. When he realized what you were doing, he jerked your hand roughly. “No. Only good girls get to cum.” The wanton whine that fell from your lips didn’t do anything to plead your case to Aizawa, whose expression was as stern as ever.

He joined you up on his desk and pulled you into his lap, his leaking tip prodding up at your trembling hole.

“Oh.” You gasped at how his bulging head fit snugly inside you. “Ooooh!” He gave you another inch and pain blossomed in your core, like you were being stretched to your breaking point already. But your virgin walls were so slippery that you slid right down his shaft until there was a visible bulge in your belly. “Oh, god.” You hid your face with your hands as he guided your motions down onto him over and over. He reached pleasurable places inside you that you didn’t know existed, that you couldn’t have hoped to explore with your own fingers.

“Look who’s all bashful now.” He pulled your hands from your stinging red face and watched it contort as he plowed into you from below. “How does it feel to sit on your teacher’s cock?” You wanted to disappear, you had never been so embarrassed, but the sloppy sound of your pussy sucking him in told a different story. The mess you were making for him, on him, had you quaking with desire. The atoms that made you up would surely vibrate apart and you would cease to exist if he kept up his pace. 

“I'm going to cum.” You warned him. 

“I already told you no.” He reminded you sharply.

“But I am a good girl.” You bucked your hips wildly, bumping your clit into his muscled stomach. 

“No, (Y/N), you aren’t.”

“I'm s-sorry. Can't help it.” Your walls started to close around him in delicious spasms when he pulled out and mercilessly shot hot white ropes of semen onto your clothed stomach instead. Tears spilled down your cheeks before you even realized how cruelly he'd ripped your orgasm away from you. “B-b-but I…I.” You sobbed dumbly, your shaking legs still hooked over his. Your hands braced against the desk behind you barely keeping you steady. He brushed your hair back and shushed you softly. 

“I told you, it was a punishment.” He pressed a sweet but unsatisfying kiss to your temple before curling his arms around you. “But if you promise to be a good girl, maybe next time you'll get a reward.”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha smut #mha x y/n #mha x reader #shota aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #bnha smut #female reader

[rrain-writes]

Link meets the chain and decides to mess with them. Only a little bit though.

Link had been following this suspicious looking group for the past three days. He was almost tempted to jump out of his hiding place and direct them to the nearest stable. This was of course he was sure they weren’t yiga (yes, he’d checked with the good old banana test) and also because they’d been walking around in circles the whole time he’d been following them.

But just because they weren’t yiga, didn’t mean Link could let his guard down. He’d even listed examples of why. (Zelda would be proud of him when he showed her)

WHY THESE ‘TRAVELLERS’ ARE SUSPISHOUS

1. They have weird names

2. One of them has the master sword

…Yeah that was all he had. But still, it was something!

Link nearly danced in celebration when the group finally found the stable.

As they walked up to it, he made a split second decision. Dressed in his most casual clothing (Champion tunic, and the master sword on his back) he sauntered up to the stable.

When the travellers noticed him (more like noticed the master sword) walk past and sit at the fire, they came over, asking to join him. 

Link shrugged in response, but shuffled over to make some room.

“So,” The one with the other master sword on his back. “What’s your name?”

Don’t say Link.

“Link.” He replied. He didn’t have the tri force of wisdom, after all.

The youngest looking one, maybe about 14 wearing very familiar blue tunic, perked up.

“Link? Like the hero?”

Don’t say something stupid.

“What hero?” Damn it.

“The hero that defeated Ganon.” The one with pink hair butted in, rolling his eyes.

Link busied himself with arranging the rocks he’d taken out of his slate before. 

“I ain’t never heard of no Ganon.”

The master sword wielder blinked in confusion. “But, the stable master just told us about it. Calamity and all that.”

“Urban myth.” Link said, waving his hand vaguely.

The guy with the blue scarf scoffed. “We can see the ruins of the castle from here kid. What caused that if it wasn’t Ganon?”

Quick, Link. Think of something to say.

“Cuccos. Destructive beasts.”

“Are cuccos something different around here?” The one with the facial markings asked.

“Look, Link.” One eye said. “We need you to be serious with us here.”

“Am.”

“Are you the hero who defeated Ganon?”

“Nope.”

The little one decided to try his luck. “Then what’s with the master sword on your back?”

“What, this?” Link replied, grabbing it. “This is called a cucco killer 3000. Only thing that can destroy those foul fowl.” He shuddered for emphasis.

“Anyways, I better get going. Nice meeting you. Toodles!”

“Hang on.” The guy with the master sword grabbed his arm as he went to stand. “If you aren’t the hero, do you at least know where we’d be able to find him?”

Link sighed, looking away as he blinks back tears. “Poor lad.” He said. “Passed away.”

The travellers shared a look. “What happened to him?” One asked.

Link looked at them, serious eyes filled with unshed tears. “The cuccos got to him.”

#fan fiction #twilight #linked universe #lu #wild #four #hyrule #legend #sky #time #Warriors #Wind #Crack #no beta we die like men

[citrus-cactus]

Has Jonathan been enjoying his trip so far. Did he like Vienna. I’m glad him knowing a little bit of German paid off. Is he wearing a scarf that Mina knitted for him (the answer is yes, constantly. She chose red so he’d be easier for her to spot in a crowded train station. NO OTHER REASON). Does he mention her every chance he gets. Did he get the impletata recipe even though he was in a rush. How’s the weather. Is he keeping dry. I’m sorry the paprika didn’t agree with him and he had bad dreams. Yes I read Dracula last year but I need to know that he’s having a good time so far and I just want him to be happy. Does he know how proud I am of him (the answer is no, he does not) 😭

#i mean... minus the ethnic slurs and attitude about western superiority. not proud of him for that #still #I’ve only had this iteration of Jonathan for a few hours #but if anything happens to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself #oof. this year’s gonna be rough I can tell #dracula daily #jonathan harker from my emails <3 #thinking about the ballet again particularly in regard to scarves and dreams #sorry I’m obsessed been thinking about him all day #I CARE HIM!!!!!!!! #may 3

[t-in-a-box]

Freddy Krueger X F!Reader - Detention

Freddy knows you like him and idk puts up a scenario of a school environment cuz he found out you'd enjoy it or smth xd

Warnings: Freddy being himself, rather forced confession, suggesting of smut (just a little hehe)

You found yourself on your seat in your classroom. The fact that you were all alone wasn't the only odd thing you noticed. For an unknown reason you had a schoolgirl uniform on. A white bottom-up t-shirt with a deep blue collar, a matching blue skirt with two white stripes on the hem, a red scarf tie, a pair of long white socks and shiny black shoes. The skirt was way too short and could barely reach your knees.

Suddenly you heard ear-splitting noise. You covered your ears and turned your head to see what made such awful sound. The chalkboard. A chalk wrote by itself to the board. The sentence made you shiver. It read: "Learning is fun WITH FREDDY!". So you were in a dream, like you had already assumed.

Your mind rushed as you tried to think a way to escape the burnt asshole before it was too late. You decided to leave the building as quickly as possible. You got up from your seat and headed to the door but managed only to take a few steps before the door opened.

There stood Freddy with a big grin on his thin lips. His clothes weren't the usual neither. He had a red and green striped sweater west, a white bottom-up shirt beneath that, dark brown pants that were surprisingly clean looking, leather boots, and a red and green bow tie. You gulped taking a step back. On the right side of his west he had a name tag that said: Mr. Krueger, the headmaster.

"Well, well. Ms. (L/n) isn't trying to leave the detention, is she?" Freddy's tone was rather teaseful and it was obvious that he enjoyed the situation.

"What is this shit? I just want to sleep," you said as another shiver went down your spine. Freddy lurked closer.

"Ah, ah. Mind your tone," he smirked. You glared him.

"What's with these costumes?" you asked, mainly to play time to plan an exit. This time he chuckled.

"I figured you'd like this sort of stuff," he answered, with an amused tone.

"Just what are you talking about? Why would I 'like this sort of stuff'?" you spoke, getting more annoyed of the male in front of you.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweet-cheeks. I did my re-search, and Dolly, you're an open book full of messy fantasies like this one," Freddy couldn't have looked more proud of himself. His words made you blush again.

"F-fair enough, but that doesn't mean I want anything to do with you," the escape plan was the last thing on your mind at that moment. You wanted desperately to know how much he knew. He took some steps towards you and was only a few feet apart.

"Ah, yes. I also found out another interesting thing about you. Tell me, what kind of person has feelings towards the man who kills her friends?" you mentally face-palmed. This really was your nightmare...

"Y-you're out of your mind..." you murmured, not being able to look at him in the eyes.

He took yet another step, closing the cap between you two. His hot breath brushed against your right ear as he whispered: "Am I?". His tone wasn't threatening, but rather serious, like he wanted you to admit it to him. 'Not going to happen!' you thought.

You huffed, changing the subject; "Where did you leave the glove?"

Freddy smirked again. If you wanted to play hard to get he was more than happy to play with you. "You'll be a good little girly and we won't need it, won't we?" he answered.

You shook your head. "Just like that," he grinned cockily, "Shall we begin the detention?"

"Whatever." you spoke. If you just keep him preoccupied long enough, you'll get to sleep and he won't try to kill you the whole night...

"Excellent! First up, you'll have to answer a few questions. A simple yes or no will do fine. And before we start, if your answer is wrong, a piece of clothing you're wearing disappears. Are you ready?"

What an absolute ass...

"Yeah, bring it on," you answered grumpily. It was true that you had feelings for him, for a reason you didn't even know yourself, but did he still have to be such dick?

"The first question goes; Are you a virgin?" his eyes flickered at excitement. Yup, he was a full-time dick.

"I'm not a virgin, Freddy," you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but blush a little. Actually, you were one, but you didn't want to say it out loud to the bastard.

"It's Mr. Krueger to you, and your answer was... Wrong!"

The red tie you had disappeared. How on earth did he know these things? "Alright! I am! Asshole..." the last word you murmured quietly.

"I heard that. Say goodbye to your socks!" he laughed. The son of a bitch just laughed at you. Your socks were gone, and so were your shoes.

"The second question; Are you attracted to me?" he had such shit-eating grin on his face...

"I... Yes..." you mumbled.

"I can't hear you," his voice was full of enjoyment and self-satisfaction.

"Yes! Just quit clowning around and kiss me already!" you shouted before you realized and quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

"With pleasure, princess!" he answered taking your hand from your mouth, and pressing his burnt lips against yours. You huffed, kissing him back. He licked your lips before biting the lower one gently enough. Needless to say you were a blushing mess afterwards.

"Are you ready for the final question?" Freddy asked with a huge grin.

"Yeah.." you said, still being a little dumb-founded about what had just happened.

"Okay, here it goes; Should we take this further?" so that's why he was having such big grin about...

"N-no I think I'm fine..." you said as your face flushed again. Before you knew it, your shirt was gone.

"Gee, you really should quit lying. It's a nasty habit for a Sweetheart like yourself..."

#Freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x f!reader #confession #forced confession #role play #slashers x reader

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"Hey now, control yourself Goatman"

"Of all the memories you could've chosen, you chose that one?

You are so mean to me, your favorite non-fictional criminal"

"Who said you're my favorite?"

"So mean! So so so mean!!"

"Sorry! You are quickly entering the top three, though!"

"Haha yes! I'm on the leaderboards!"

"Oh! Wait! I wanted to show you something I found"

He looks inside his jacket, there's many pockets

He shows something familiar

"...Oh"

"Who could've thought, it was good luck after all"

"It even proves my theory!"

"I'm putting this in my office"

"Bad news is: we owe Vivi money now"

"I dont think that's a 'we' situation"

"Hey!"

"Just kidding, I'll put it next to a picture of my cat"

"What an honor!"

"I wonder if Mozilla Firefox and Ángel would get along, I'd love to have a picture of the two of them together"

"So, we bounce?"

"Actually, there's something I need of you"

"Oh?"

"Before we get in and, you know, face the reality of the situation...

Can I have your last name?"

"... of course, how could I not after all that's happened?"

"Hello, nice to meet you"

This is the 5th time they've met

And they love it

They walk towards the house

Even though it's freezing, they would like to stay out

They don't want this moment to end

They don't want to face the fact that they're still in danger

"So, you know everything now?"

"Yes, I know how to stop the loops. Stopping Coli is the hard part. We should focus on that first"

"I can take him. The guy hasn't been able to kill me a single time!"

"Yeah, he thinks you are a stubborn bastard"

"And proud of it!"

A quick flash of mischief goes through Beebo!

"Hey, how about this"

"Let's get a drink at the bar, and you can ask me anything to your heart's desire, I'll clarify everything.

What do you say? Let's get to know each other"

"So mean"

"Haha, are you hiding in your scarf?"

"And so silly. Too silly! It must be illegal to be this silly. Your crimes shall not be forgotten"

"Oh, I'm the criminal now?"

"Yes, in fact, you shall be caught right now!"

Ángel takes off his scarf

"Haha! You've been caught, prepare to face the law!"

"Oh no. Cotton. My weakness"

"That's right, I am the greatest detective this region has seen"

"Just the region?"

"I stay humble"

"Ángel we are going to freeze out here"

"Save that for the authorities"

"Ángel!!"

After multiple crimes of the silly nature, they finally get inside.

#They are definetly getting a cold after this #late beebo posting because i spent a long time looking for last names #this is all for today! #tomorrow comes the special videogame section #detective beebo