#I WANNA WATCH MY COMFORT MOVIES DAMNIT

[airlocksandaviaries]

NOBODY EVER TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN. I WILL WATCH MY FAVORITE MOVIES AS MANY TIMES AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE.

(Book: Out There by Ariel Waldman)

[https-kreideprinz]

Dig up my grave and save my body !

Pico x GN! Reader, Darnell x GN! Reader (Seperate)

. . . Now playing: You're so creepy by Ghost Town! . .

A/N: Darnell and pico x alien reader

Notes: I wanna be a sexy alien.

CW: Mentions of school shootings. Reader discretion is advised.

ׂׂૢ Pico

Pico is originally wary of you.

Considering Cassandra was an alien too, he kind of has every right to be cautious.

He doesn’t want a repeat of the school shooting.

He warms up to you eventually, but it takes a lot longer than if you were human.

That fear in him never leaves in a sense.

But god damnit he wants this relationship to work so he’ll try his fucking best to work something out.

Eventually you’ll come to terms with the fact that your relationship definitely isn’t what most people would call your your typical relationship

But you love Pico. 

And he loves you.

And yes you wake up in the middle of the night to help with his night terrors

And ofcourse you whisper words of comfort and hold his hand when his PTSD plagues him with images he would much rather forget.

Your his partner, it’s the least you could do.

ׂׂૢ Darnell

Darnell kinda thinks that it's sick that you’re an alien.

He definitely asks you a million different questions about you and your homeplanet

Takes you to watch different movies and asks you if your home is like that

Wants to know everything

You’re confused about technology? Don’t worry, he’s got you.

Need a hand with anything? He’s by your side in a flash

Shows you the beautiful world of arson and fire.

If anyone dares talk about you in any sort of negative way, he will pull out his brand new lighters and work on a brand new piece

Wonders how he ended up with an alien for a partner but he shrugs it off 

I mean he's so cool who wouldn't want to date him?

Taglist: @parker-vaporwave, @eclipsacanbe

© Written By https-Kreideprinz. Do not copy, steal or translate without permission.

[diagonal-queen]

HELLO LOVELY! I saw your tank top thingy and am now inclined to request this. Could you do a fem. s/o that wears nightgowns to bed for dazai, ranpo, and fyodor? bonus points if you add your favorite characters :)

Now im not talking about those skimpy, lacy, lingerie ones. nono, im talking about the long vintage ones. kinda like in peter pan, what wendy was wearing, but white. think cottage-core vibes.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/955248247/vintage-white-women-long-nightgown-lace

you don't have to do this if you dont want to! but just remember, have fun! and stay hydrated! ❤️

GOOD DAY!! This is a very interesting req anon! I quite like it! I’d be lying if I said I never wanted one of these nightgowns that you’re referring to lmao. They’re just so graceful and pretty 💖💖 also you're very sweet thank you!

Reader who sleeps in a nightgown

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Ranpo Edogawa, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Mykola Hohol, Edgar Allan Poe x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys react to a reader who wears a nightgown to sleep?

♡ cw: A couple of naughty words, suggestive behaviour (goddamnit Dazai and Fyodor specifically)

note: You said I could add faves so I threw Mykola and Poe in there for the funsies (was gonna put Oda too but I could not think of anything for this poor guy I'm sorry) 🌸 Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy :)

Dazai:

At first he probably teases you and says you look like a curtain or a ghost or something T-T

But he's not a complete jerk. He does think you look like an angel and he tells you as much eventually (I feel like he would lowkey be into old-fashioned romantic stuff sometimes especially if it involves you wearing a pretty nightgown <3)

Constantly quizzing you on how you're able to comfortably wear something like this to sleep because to him it looks kind of uncomfortable? When you try to tell him that it's fine and you think it looks pretty he drops the subject but lowkey still worries about it

Plays with your sleeves or the skirt of the nightgown while he's lying next to you

From then on if you guys ever watch old fashioned movies ft. women who wear similar nightgowns, he always points it out. He's like 'That's like the one you have! You look better in it though'

He's a charmer for sure this guy

Though he does think you look lovely, he is still a bit of a pervert. It's rather possible Dazai might try to feel you up through the nightgown. Damnit Dazai

Ranpo:

Ranpo is honestly probably a little confused at first. Like this is the 21st century, why are you wearing this?

THAT BEING SAID he is actually rather happy to sleep with you while you're wearing an old-fashioned nightgown. It's like being wrapped in your own little silky blanket!

He fiddles with it when he's bored and rubs his face against it just because he's kinda weird like that (lovingly)

Probably asks Yosano/Fukuzawa about it because let's be real, as smart as Ranpo is he doesn't understand why you would wanna cover yourself in so much fabric when you go to sleep (autistic things 2.0 <3)

Otherwise he does think you look very elegant. He also thinks it's cute that you care so much about always looking nice even if you're just hanging out in bed with him

But at the same time he's like 'Well how are you supposed to eat snacks in bed if you're wearing something that isn't supposed to get dirty??/??????????'

Actually does make an effort to not get any crumbs on you though because he knows that you care about your nightgowns <3

Fyodor:

He already thinks of you as an angel- so why not look like one too?

Fyodor is relatively old fashioned (at least in my head), so he's happy with what you've chosen to wear. It's mature and modest, but it's also so ~pretty~ that he can't keep his hands off you

Somewhere in his fucked up little brain spouts a twinge of possessiveness because you're just so enchanting and you look so innocent! Why should anyone else get to see you in your undergarments (even though it's basically a dress)? They shouldn't, end of story

Tbh he probably gets turned on if he thinks about it too long -_-

Fyodor sometimes likes to fondly watch you while you're sleeping, so the nightgown really adds cuteness points for him

He's always praising you for looking beautiful even in your sleep- probably compares you to Sleeping Beauty because he's messed up like that <3

He always holds you gently while you two sleep and presses soft kisses to your neck because that's like the only part of you he can access lol

Overall he acts very calm but is lowkey just a little TOO into it

Mykola:

Mykola is so dramatic about it. He's like 'MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY AN ETHEREAL BEAUTY FROM THE HEAVENS' or something else dumb like that

But the thing is, he actually means that. He's just very theatre kid-esque in his delivery which makes it seem like a mockery lol

He just thinks you look so cute! He spins you in his arms and pinches your cheeks

Asks you to give him a couple twirls in the same way that your mother does when you're trying on a new outfit

I believe that 'yangoliatka' is a term of endearment in Ukrainian that means 'angel'? If so then he would ABSOLUTELY call you that (I'm so sorry if that's wrong- I don't speak Ukrainian T-T)

Picks you up bridal style 'to practice' because you kinda do look vaguely like a bride. When you get shy he just laughs (menace behaviour)

You know those noir films with those really drawn out but trying-to-be-romantic sex scenes (where the girl inevitably wears one of those fancy nightgowns?) Yeah he'd try to recreate one of those because he thinks it's funny

Poe:

Yeah uh. He was absolutely the one who bought it for you in the first place.

He's just an old-school romantic boy and thought you would look beautiful in a nightgown! (spoiler: he was right)

Poe thinks you are ethereal, gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, graceful, elegant, ravishing, all of the above

In short he's totally enamoured with you and lets you know how beautiful you look even though you are wearing pyjamas

He's a gentleman and asks if you're alright with him cuddling you in case he creases it or something (plus he's also very much content to just sit beside you and admire you)

His heart is beating so fast as he pulls you into his arms because in his head is probably some insane paranoia about how perfect you are and how unworthy he is or something

He probably starts spilling all this poetic prose about how you outshine all of the beautiful women in history (y'know like Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Helen, and also Annabel and Lenore duhh)

He will be buying you more of these in different colours and styles for sure

Before anyone comes at me- yes I am doing the asks out of order. Sometimes ideas come to me much faster for one prompt than they do for the other, but I promise I am doing my best to complete all of them. Also imagine being Poe’s sugar baby awhhh maybe I should write it

[katebishopfan]

No Vacancy: Part 3 (H.S)

Y/n POV:

"Hey guys, um have any of you seen Jenna?" I ask as 'good 4 u' blasts through the speakers. A couple of people shake their heads and the rest just ignore me continuing to drink whatever cheap alcoholic beverage someone brought, out of a red solo cup. I need to find her..

"Baby you made it!" Jenna's voice sounds behind me happily. I turn around and stare at her outfit for a few seconds. Fuck, why does she have to look so hot when I'm trying to break up with her? I nod my head mindlessly and turn my head as she goes into to kiss me causing her to simply peck my cheek. "Are you ready to party!?"

Hailee POV:

"Hey Griffin, so do you maybe.. I don't know, wanna watch a movie tonight?" I ask curiously from the doorway of his room. He glances up at me and slips his phone back into his pocket.

"No can do little sis, normally I would love to but I'm going out to a party tonight." He replies apologetically, shrugging his shoulders at me. My eyes light up and I grab his phone. "Hey what're you doing!?" He asks annoyedly. I shake my head and unlock it.

"Are you going to a party at a girl called Jenna's house?" I ask trying to find the text chain he had open.

"Uhh yeah, I think so, it's some sophomore's party.." He replies snatching his phone back from my hands. I nod my head and smile.

"I'm coming with you," I state. He laughs for a couple of seconds and then looks back up at me.

"Oh, you're serious." I nod my head and he shakes his. "No way, absolutely not. I'm not taking you to a party, Hailee." I grab his shoulders and shake them slightly looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

"You have to Griff! Jenna is Y/n's girlfriend, which means Y/n will be there and I need to talk to her." I beg, hoping that he'll relent. Unfortunately, he continues to shake his head and removes my hands from his shoulders.

"No. Just because Y/n is there doesn't mean I'm going to take you to a party, there are lots of horny teenagers there and I will not risk you being exposed to annoying sophomore boys who think that younger girls are "hot" they're just pedos in the making-"

"If you don't let me come with you I'll tell mom and dad you're going to a party and they'll ground you for a month like they warned they would last time they found out you snuck out." I threaten, placing my hands on my hips. He sighs and glares at me.

"You're such a pain in the ass you know that Haiz?" He complains sitting back down on his bed. I raise an eyebrow at him. "We'll leave at 10 pm since it looks like it's around a half an hour drive to Jenna's." He mumbles defeatedly. I walk outside of his room and pump my fists triumphantly before walking back to my room.

(Timeskip)

"Remember the rules Hailee, don't drink any alcohol, talk to any scary girls or make eye contact with anyone who looks remotely like a teenage boy." I roll my eyes and hop out of the vehicle.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go! I would like to find Y/n in this century, old man." Griffin mumbles something about not being an old man but I barely hear him as I knock on the door and get ushered in by some random girl. I walk further into the house and try and spot the y/h/c girl. Damnit, I thought this would be easier..

"Hailee? What are you doing here?" I turn around and smile at Brian who's giving me a confused look.

"I- uh, Y/n invited me." I lie hoping that he'll believe me since the truth is a lot lamer. He nods his head and shrugs his shoulders.

"Alright then, enjoy!" Then he walks off leaving me alone.

Where the hell are you Y/n?

I continue walking around the party weaving past people in vain as I try to find her but for some reason, I can't. Then all of a sudden I walk past the stairs. Maybe she's up there? I glance around to see if anyone watching me and then quickly dash upstairs. I look around tentatively trying to find her when I spot Jenna. As soon as I see Jenna I find Y/n. She has her arms wrapped around Jenna who's crying into her shoulder while Y/n tries to comfort her.

"I'm sorry Jenny I just-"

"It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I'm just surprised that's all. I thought we were doing well.. I guess not." Jenna replies while Y/n looks down at her sympathetically. I know I should walk away and let them have their moment alone but for some reason, I find myself rooted to the spot. All of a sudden Jenna leans in and kisses Y/n. Wow, that's a sight I never, ever wanna see again. Y/n pulls away and gets up running out of the room and barreling straight into me.

Y/n POV:

I did not expect that. I also didn't expect to crash into someone as I can out.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry- Hailee?" Her eyes widen as she looks at me and I pull her up wrapping my arms around her. "Hey, what're you doing here?" I ask slightly confused about how she got here and how she heard about this party. She pulls away and smiles at me.

"I wanted to see you so I might be blackmailed Griffin into letting me tag along with him." She explains with a mischievous grin on her face. I giggle and we walk downstairs together, holding each other's hands. We reach the kitchen and Hailee smiles up at me.

"What, do I have food on my face or something?" I ask nervously wiping my face. She shakes her head giggling and smiles back at her. "You're beautiful, you know that?" I whisper tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She blushes and I boop her nose softly.

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself." She replies cheekily causing me to clutch my chest in offense.

"Not so bad?!" She giggles and wraps her arms around me.

"You're perfect." She whispers staring up at me lovingly.

God, the things she does to me.

I clear my throat and let go before drumming my fingers on the table awkwardly.

"C-can I make you a drink?" I ask and she frowns. "Non-alcoholic of course. Trust me I can make a mad Shirley Temple."

"Sure, but you point me in the direction of the bathroom first?" She asks and I nod.

"Of course, I'll take you there. I don't want you walking through the party alone and getting lost, or attacked by a horny teenage boy." I reply taking her hand and pulling her along to Jenny's bathroom, keeping her close to me at all times. "I'll wait here for you pretty girl," I inform her as she heads into the bathroom. As I wait a couple of guys bump into me and try to start a conversation with me but I politely decline each one of them when they ask if they can mix me a drink.

"Hey Y/n, can we talk?" I turn around to face Jenna and smiles at me.

"Depends."

"I just wanted to apologize for trying to kiss you, I know I shouldn't have so I'm sorry about that and I hope we can move on as friends." She explains looking up at me nervously. I nod my head and stick out my hand.

"Friends?"

"Friends." She murmurs while shaking it. Just then Hailee comes out of the washroom and stares at Jenna and me. "Hey Hails, are you ready for me to make the most epic non-alcoholic drink in the world for you?" I ask playfully, taking her hand into mine and smiling at Jenna. She gives Hailee a once-over before smiling back at me and leaving.

"I'm so ready." She replies jokingly as we walk back into the kitchen. I start to whip up a drink and when I'm finished I pass it to her, wanting her approval. She takes a sip and her eyes snap up to meet mine.

"Wow, this is really good!" She exclaims taking another sip happily. I smile and wrap my arms around her again wanting to feel the warmth of her body on mine when someone yells out.

"Seven minutes in heaven everyone, if you don't play you're a pussy!" I glance over at Hailee who shrugs and takes my hand to walk over there together. We sit down in a circle beside everybody and Brian places a bottle in the middle.

"Alright here are the rules: 1.) The only exception for not going into the closet is if you're related to the person, 2.) You must stay in the closet for seven minutes, no less, no more. 3.) No weak-ass bottle spins I want to see that thing make it around at least once. Clear?" Everyone nods their head and Brian kicks the glass to some guy who spins it. A few rounds go by filled with me holding my breath and hoping it won't land on Hailee when suddenly the bottle gets kicked to me.

"You're up L/n." I glance over at Hailee and spin the bottle watching as it goes around the circle twice and then lands on some random guy who smirks at me.

Great, just fucking great.

I walk with him into the closet and it slams behind us loudly. "I'm not going to kiss you if that's what you're hoping for," I announce clearing up any misunderstandings he might have. He nods his head and I pull out my phone click on Instagram and scroll until they let us out. I try and sit next to Hailee again but find that my seat has been taken so I sit down next to Griffin.

"Alright Hailee, you're up." I watch intently as she spins the bottle and beg whatever entity is running this universe for it to land on me. It slowly spins around the room before coming to a stop right in front of me. I cheer silently and stand up eagerly taking her extended hand as we walk in. The door slams shut again but this time I stare back at Hailee.

"Come over here, princess," I whisper sitting down and patting my lap. She nervously sits down on it and I smile up at her. "Don't be nervous honey. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." I explain softly caressing her face.

"What if I do want to do that?" She asks quietly staring down at my lips. I chuckle and pull her closer.

"Do you?"

"Yes." I take her face in my hands and run my thumb down her lips, parting them before I softly press mine onto hers. She lets out a content sigh and I pull back, tucking the now-fallen strands of hair back behind her ear. "That was my first kiss." She admits after a few seconds. I smile.

"How was it?" I ask watching her face break into a small smile.

"Incredible." She whispers.

"I'd be happy to do it again," I reply already leaning in to connect our lips.

[satansdarlin]

Even beauty has its bad days

Warnings- depression, arguments, neglecting self

fluff and angst

Asmodeus/GN!reader

  Y/N had a long day at school and running around at the after-school job mammon helped them get.  they ran their hand through their oily hair only now noticing their stressed state the past couple of weeks had made them forget to take care of themselves.  they cringed lightly at their neglected skin as they ran their hands down it letting out a deep sigh. It was infuriating that no one had mentioned it, not even Asmodeus had, he must have been too busy with his fans to care.  they trudged up the stairs to their room slamming the door behind them and dropping their book bag down onto their bed.  they sat down on the floor their head between their knees and they tried to remember the last time they had even showered, damnit, it had been at least two weeks if their memory was correct.  they let out a sob of frustration at themselves, at their friends who let them live like this, at the stress.  they were overwhelmed and tired.  they sniffled lightly knowing crying wouldn't fix it but it did feel nice to let it all out. There was a gentle knock at their door tap tap pause tap tap tap pause tap. Asmo’s signature knock they wiped at their eyes standing up to their full height and walking to the door. Asmo stood before them on the other side of the doorway.  

"Darling I was wondering if you'd like to go shopping, there's this new store in the shopping district I want to go to- have you been crying, angel?"  

Asmo examined their face a little his hand coming up carefully to caress their cheek. Asmo felt anger bubble up in his chest, who dare made HIS human cry. He'd make them pay.  

"Who made you cry, angel? I'll make sure to ruin them no one hurts you and gets away with it dear"  

 Y/N let out a short and emotionless chuckle  

"You'll have to ruin me then but I'm already doing a good enough job, not that you noticed."  

 they flicked their face out of his hand with a bit of anger  

"Darling what are you talking about?"  

Asmo tilted his head as his brows furrowed in concern.  

"I haven't showered in at least two weeks, I've barely eaten at shared meals, and I'm constantly away and missing dinner, don't tell me you didn't notice asmo you hate ugly things we both know you would have immediately told me if I even had a pimple pop up on my face if you cared enough"  

Asmos face contorted at  their defensive and bitter words toward him  

"Angel mammon told us you had gotten a job I just assumed you were working late and didn't have time to take care of yourself."  

Asmo moved his hand back up to  their face hesitating next to  their face  

"I'm sorry Darling. You're right I should have noticed. I've been busy this week too I've also got a job at the fall. I failed you angel."  

His bottom lip quivered a bit at the knowledge.  Y/N leaned into his hand nuzzling it a bit, making his heart jump.  

"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't be taking this out on you... could we have a self-care night? I really wanna be taken care of if that's okay, beau"  

  they murmured out the nickname for him, they had made after just four weeks of being close to him.  

"Of course angel I think we both need it let's go to my room dearest."  

Asmo moved his hand down to theirs, offering it which they took, as he led them back to his room. He opened his door and let them go in first before closing it behind him.  

"Pick out a movie Darling I'll go get face masks and we can take a bath together thereafter it's over okay?"  

 Y/N nodded a little bit at him as they went over to examine his shelf of chick flicks, which he had gotten shipped from the human realm.  they picked pitch perfect a personal favorite of theirs. Asmo came out with facemasks as Y/N was making the bed comfortable enough to watch TV comfortably. Asmo smiled softly watching them organize his pillows as he made his way to them.  

"Would you like green or blue darling?"  

"Green please"  

"Of course"  

After putting on face masks and letting asmo brush  their hair through and clean up  their nails while watching the movie  Y/N was cuddled into his side  their head on his chest their fingers interlocked  

"You know Beau, you have warm hands they are nice to hold."  

  they lifted it to their lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, making his stomach flutter with butterflies.  

"Thank you, angel, I've never been complimented on that"  

"Seriously? You've lived for hundreds of years and no one told you that?"  

"Not that I recall"  

 they hummed lightly and nuzzled back into his chest. He rubbed small circles on their shoulders lightly.  

"I want to stay here forever holding you like this"  

He confessed In a whisper hoping  they hadn't heard him  

"I wouldn't mind that beau"  

He flustered at their words and smiled softly pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. Lord Diavolo did he love this human? 

[liv4mj]

☆ With You.

Magna × fem!reader

[ Inspiration - Happiness is a Butterfly ] (argument)

“ God damnit, what is wrong with you?!” Michonne’s voice boomed throughout Gabriel's Church, the one place you could truly be alone with the core group. “ Do you even know how dangerous this is for not only you, but for all of us?! You are putting us all in jeopardy!” The tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. She doesn't know. She just doesn't get it. The urge to snap back at her and continue the cycle of screaming is intense, by a miracle you keep your composure some - what intact and mutter out with a shaky breath, “Michonne, just because you’re so miserable gives you no right to speak on my happiness. What has she even done to this group? Magna has done nothing to us besides keeping her weapons on her and giving you some fucking attitude.”

Your words stung. The silence of the room said all you need to know, nobody said anything for a good minute before Michonne sighs “Look. For all we know, Magna could be a serial killer or just a lunatic in general. You can’t risk yourself like that.” You run your hands through your hair “ If she's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt? I’m already hurt goddamnit. And if she’s just as bad as you say, then I guess I'm cursed, but looking into her eyes, I think she's already hurt.” You pause, trying to muster up something to say, but you just can’t. You can’t be around the group right now. You need Magna.

Michonne starts to say something, but you cut her off quickly “I appreciate you, Michonne. i really do, but i can not be in here with you right now. I'm done with this conversation.” You dart across the room, grabbing your shit from the table Gabriel leaves his bibles on for study group and just, leave. You don’t look back. You don't wait for a response. You just go. …

The walk to Magna’s was quiet and long. In your head, it felt like the cringey movies you would watch before the outbreak happened. Most of the ten minutes you were walking you were cursing the core group for doubting your skills in judgment, but the rest was just how you needed to feel Magnas arms wrapped around you tight, the smell of cedar coming off of her flannel, the way you can hear the smile in the way she speaks, you needed her. Now more than ever. You didn’t even make it fully to her house before you heard the comforting voice you’ve grown to love, as everyone else has grown to hate. “Whatcha doing out so late, hm?” Her lanky arms sneaking around your waist. You turn around swiftly and make eye contact with the tall ginger in front of you “Magna!” Your eyes grow wide and wrap your arms around her neck. “I missed you.'' You whisper as you bury your face into the crook of her neck. Blocking everything out except the sweet sound of her laughter and the feeling of her hands making her way up your back into your hair.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” You pick up your head from her neck, avoiding eye contact, “Just the core group..” She sighs and pulls away “You seem cold, stay still for me, ‘kay?” She slowly takes off her soft flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Let me take you home, we can talk about this when we get home, yeah?” smiling and nodding at the masterpiece of a woman who has you wrapped around her spindly fingers.

“yeah.. Let's go home.”

☆ NOTE ! This is like kinda a filler because I have something totally big coming up in the next few days / weeks, *cough* a series *cough cough*, so sit tight and I'll get the first few parts out asap! <3

[ghostussy]

Secondo x Teen reader

Secondo taking the depressed teen reader outside for some fresh air, and they're weird about it. Idk. Descriptions are the bane of my existence please enjoy this drabble

Warning: tagged nsfw for a couple of sex jokes

. . .

"Some fresh air will do you some good, kiddo," Secondo says, leading you to the door leading into the garden. "I know it's late, but I also know how you like the stars," he smiles.

When he pushes open the door, the two of you pause. It's pouring down rain. Secondo looks at you, sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, child, I'm so-" He's cut off as you push past him, running through the courtyard at full speed. Through the grass, the trees, the stones, the flowers- the rain immediately swallows you, falling through your hair and soaking through your clothes.

"Wait!" Secondo bellows, running after you. You slow, then stop in the ice-cold rain as he approaches.

He finally catches up to you, paint running down his face; his clothes, much like yours, are soaked. "Kid, what the hell-" then you spin around, slicking back your hair as the bright colored dye you used ran down your face. You also wore the biggest, dopiest smile he'd ever seen. He throws his head back with a laugh. "You are so strange," he says, pulling you into a hug. Your dye mixes with his paint, staining his shirt beyond cleaning. He doesn't care.

"Come on, I'm fucking freezing," he says, ushering you back inside after a moment. "Damnit, I can't believe I just allowed a teenager to drag me outside in the rain."

"But it was fun!" you say, still wearing that smile.

"Come on, it's past your bedtime," he grumbles, unable to hide his own smile.

. . .

A little while later, you both have showered and are getting ready for bed. He insists you stay in his bed because, quote-on-quote, he "needs to make sure you don't get a cold."

So now you're sitting at the edge of his bed, wrapped in one of his many blankets. Sitting next to you is a decently-sized dog plush, that you'd insisted you bring with you.

"What do you mean, 'it's perfect hugging size?'" Secondo laughs. "Aren't you too old for stuffies?"

"Why do you have silk sheets and pillow covers? You don't have any hair," you retort.

He laughs. "It's actually for all the women I-" then he stops, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Why don't we stop talking for a little while."

"Papa!" you exclaim. "Gross!"

"I didn't say anything!" he says, trying to cover his tracks.

"Then what do you do with those women?" you ask, trying to cover a laugh.

He sputters. "We, uh- pillow fight. He have pillow fights, yeah." He looks over to see you looking at him disapprovingly. He picks up his comforter and tosses it over your head. "Go to sleep."

You laugh, pulling the blanket off, finally moving to lay down. "Hey, why is this part of the sheet crusty?"

"WHAT?" He bellows. He scrambles, moving to feel the sheets for any strange textures. He stops when you start laughing, hard. "Very funny, stronzo."

"You still worried I'm gonna catch a cold?" you ask.

"I'm more concerned if you're going to, eh, catch these hands, is that how you say it?"

He sighs heavily when you bite your lip, trying not to laugh. He tosses a pillow at you, smacking you square in the face. "Go to sleep, damnit. I'm getting tired of you."

"You could never get tired of me," you say, sitting up and smiling at him.

He sighs again. "Go to sleep."

"Not tired."

He turns off the lamp on your side of the bed, then walks over to his side. He settles in, adjusting the heavy comforter over you, then himself. "Don't care. Go to sleep."

You pull yourself closer to him with a yawn. "Are you really getting tired of me?" you ask.

He sighs. "Never, kiddo." A moment passes. "You wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure."

. . .

Some time into the movie, Secondo notices you pulling closer to him. Before long you're clinging to him, your head on his chest and arms wrapped around his middle.

"Kiddo?" he asks.

"Hmm...?"

"Why are you being so clingy? Is something wrong?"

"No. 'M fine."

After eyeing you for a moment, he understands.

"Oh. Are you getting sleepy?"

You shrug.

"Well come here. Let your papa handle that then. I think someone is getting sleepy," he coos.

"Am not," you say, tiredly rubbing your eyes with a yawn. "Not sleepy."

"Nonsense." He adjusts the blanket up to your chin. "All that playing in the rain made you tired, I can tell."

"Not tired," you say quietly. He runs his hand along your back, watching your eyelids flutter.

"Shhh," he whispers. "You don't have to fight it. Just go to sleep, you need it."

"Not sleepy," you whine, reminding him more of a child than a teenager.

"Okay," he says gently. "Just keep watching the movie, then." He continues to rub your back, watching as you slowly, but surely, start to drift off to sleep in his arms. "Goodnight, little one. Rest well."

[mushroomstears]

Horror Movies

Description: Drake is watching Saw movies by himself when he gets an unexpected visitor

Warnings etc.: Mentions of being thrown, grinding, language, this is really just fluff with a little spice near the end

Caine had been unconscious for almost two weeks, his latest wake up fit causing nearly everyone to avoid him. The only person who even went near him was Diana, taking care of him like a nurse maid.

While Caine was unconscious Drake had total control of Coats, after waiting for a moment like this for so long.

Drake sat in a rolling chair, watching a collection of Saw DVD's. His whip arm wrapped around his middle, slightly shifting every now and then. He watched as people had their lives taken on a flat screen TV, enjoying the sound of their screams.

A pair of cold hands suddenly covered his eyes, blocking his vision. His whip snapped from around him and wrapped around the person's wrist, pulling them forward and flipping them over.

A mess of blonde white hair flashed by and hit the ground, along with a coats uniform. The familiar voice belonging to the person giggled, growing into a full on laugh.

"Damnit Lyssa, what were you thinking?" Drake groaned as he went to help her up from the floor, his whip arm letting go of her wrist.

"Well I thought it would be a cute little moment of 'guess who' but turns out you didn't want to play." Laughter still in her voice as Lyssa stood, the blood ran to her head and she blinked a few times to try and rid of the feeling.

Drake sighed and wrapped the whip around Lyssa's waist, pulling her towards him. He sat back down in the chair and pulled the girl into his lap, not removing the sinuous coil from around her.

"What are we watching?"

"Saw, can't remember which one."

Lyssa layed her head back onto Drake's chest and got herself caught up, watching intently as scenes flashed by. Her hand drifted over Drake's whip, rubbing her thumb in circles on it. It wasn't often that they got to show affection to each other so it was good that they had this moment to themselves.

"Is this all you've been doing today?" Lyssa asked, not turning away from the tv.

Drake shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. "No, I gave what's-his-name a good beat down. Bastard tried to order me around like he was Caine or some shit."

Lyssa hummed a quick response, never looking away from the gruesome scenes before her. Drake cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the pale-haired girl on top of him. "You don't care do you?" He asked not quite jokingly.

The girl shrugged and pulled her hand up behind his neck, rubbing it as his whip coiled tighter around her. "No it's not that, but the movie is just oh so much more interesting than your little quarrels my love."

"You really do know how to make, 'I don't wanna here you complain, shut up and let me watch tv.' Sound so much nicer and heartfelt than it really is." Drake let out a small chuckle, feeling Lyssa's hand brush against his hair.

Lyssa twisted herself to turn around in Drake's whip coil, straddling him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to pepper his face in small kisses. "I'm sorry my love, would you prefer I give you my full undivided attention?" She asked between kisses, body shifting every now and then.

Drake stifled a small groan at the friction and brushed his fingers through Lyssa's hair, smiling slightly as he felt the silky soft hair. "That would be preferred."

"Then so it shall be." Lyssa smiled and began to work her way down, kissing Drake's jawline. "Tell me about your troubles, love."

Drake's whip coiled tighter around Lyssa's waist and the tip flicked itself underneath her shirt. Small chuckles escaped the girl as the thin end of the whip traveled lightly across her skin, ticking her. "I wish we could spend more moments like this." Drake muttered almost to himself, eyes glazing slightly as he tilted his head to allow Lyssa easier access.

"I do as well, but we'll be able to soon. The moment Caine is totally out of the picture, we'll swoop in and take the spotlight, yeah?" Lyssa began to kiss down a bit firmer, taking longer before pulling away.

Drake nodded and sighed, enjoying the feeling of Lyssa all to himself. The terrified screams of bloody murder on the tv played as background noise, keeping no share of either Drake nor Lyssa's attention.

"King and Queen side by side," Drake snickered, "More powerful than anyone else."

Lyssa pulled away and looked at Drake for a moment before going to kiss his forehead. "I think I prefer the term 'emperor and empress'."

"Then emperor and empress it is, baby." Drake pulled Lyssa in for a kiss, neither of them wanting to pull away once it was initiated. The kiss grew more and more heated, eventually becoming a full-on tongue wrestling match. Lyssa began to grind down on Drake, hips moving back and forth. Sloppy sounds echoed throughout the room as Saw played in the background.

Both Lyssa and Drake pulled away, taking heavy breaths before smashing their faces together once more.

Drake moved his kissing down, making his way to Lyssa's collar bone and sucking hickeys. She bucked her hips forward, earning a groan from Drake, a smile spread on her face as she added more friction in her movements.

"What do you," Drake pulled away and sucked another hickey. "Think you're doing?"

Lyssa bit her bottom lip and bucked her hips forward. "Just....messing around." She flipped her hair over one shoulder and chuckled, brushing her fingers through Drake's hair.

"Oh? Is that it?" Drake asked, pulling away from Lyssa and looking up at her with a smirk. She nodded and ghosted her fingers over Drake's whip, tapping ever so lightly every now and then. "Yes it is, might I ask what it is that you're doing?"

"Marking what's mine," Drake responded curtly, the tip of his whip going up to wrap around the clips on Lyssa's bra. The girl hummed a response and rolled her hips methodically, creating a little pleasurable amount of friction between her and the boy beneath her.

"What's yours?" Lyssa raised an eyebrow, using her left hand to hook underneath Drake's chin and make him look up at her. "Since when was this body yours?"

Drake scoffed and tightened his whip, earning a tiny yelp from Lyssa. "This body was mine from the moment I touched it. Mine. Never anyone else's."

Lyssa bit her bottom lip, her other hand rubbing up and down on Drake's whip, right where it met his actual skin. "That's hot baby," She mumbled before letting Drake return to what he had been doing.

"It's the truth, you're mine. Not anyone else's."

"Might as well get me a collar that says 'Drake's'."

"Don't give me any ideas."

Lyssa chuckled and began to roll her hips again, craving the feeling she got from being on top like this, as well as the beautiful sounds that Drake let out. "God you're so hot," Lyssa mumbled, boosting Drake's ego tenfold.

Drake went to respond before a cough behind him broke the near silence, both he and Lyssa snapped their heads up in the direction of the sound, shock and anger flashing through them both.

Diana leaned on the doorway, a small disgusted smirk on her face as she twirled hair around her finger. "Caine's awake, wants to see you Drakey boy."

Lyssa sighed and rested her chin on the back of the office chair, Drake on the other hand growled and unraveled his whip, snapping it in Diana's direction with a crack. "Out," He snarled, gunmetal eyes threatening. "I'll be there in a minute."

Diana rolled her eyes and laughed, waving him off before turning around to walk away. "Try not to take too long, he needs to see you ASAP. Lyssa make sure to use protection~"

Lyssa laughed sharply before throwing a book in Diana's direction, chasing the girl off. She turned back to Drake and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Better go see what his majesty needs," She hopped off of his lap and stretched, earning a satisfying crack from her joints. "We'll finish this later, my room yeah?"

Drake rolled his eyes, getting up himself with a small chuckle. "Better keep that promise."

"Oh I intend to,"

[luvs4matt]

— 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 ꨄ 𝐌.𝐒

“i knew you could do it, such a good girl f’me”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - bf!matt x sub!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - in which, reader can seam to get away from matt after his actions turned you on

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT, spanking, choking, angst, breeding, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), doggy style, couch sex, kissing, nicknames (good girl, bad girl, baby, babygirl, sweetheart), daddy kink, implied aftercare, inpure thoughts, dry humping, degrading, praise, sir kink

divider by @bunnysrph

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

“WHAT THE FUCK! MOVE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” the car in front of us was trying to get over but was blocking everyones way of moving forward.

matt always road raged “matt calm the fuck down” nick was trying to get him to stop, chris was annoyed from all the noise going on while he was trying to listen to music, but you, you were enjoying matt raging way more than you should.

squeezing you thighs together, clenching around nothing, hoping no one notices.

we finally pull into the driveway, everyone getting out and going to their rooms to change out of their clothes from dinner, nick stayed in his room, along with chris also in nicks room.

you change out of your dress into some pajama pants and a t shirt, just something simple and comfortable, you went and sat down in the living room hoping that not being around matt would stop the ache in your core.

but after a few minutes matt was out in the living room also, your head now laying on his shoulder, he noticed your uneven breathing but didn’t think anything about it, maybe you were just tired.

“you wanna watch a movie baby?” he grabs the remote turning the tv on “uh yeah sure” his voice was slightly raspier than usual, only making the ache worse.

you guys ended up deciding on ‘dumb and dumber to’ you couldn’t even focus on the movie, your head filled with all the things he could do to you, staring at the hand that was wrapped around your waist.

would he pull your hair? would he finger you until you squirt? would he grope your ass or tits? would he slap your ass? would he slap your pussy? would wrap his hand around your throat? would he stick his fingers in your mouth too stay quiet? or would he use his fingers to keep your mouth open so he could hear you?

you look up at him admiring his side profile, mouth slightly agape, staring at his lips “you sure your okay sweetheart?” damnit he caught you staring.

“i- uh yeah I’m fine” stuttering over your words “you don’t seem fine, tell me whats wrong” he’s staring into your eyes, you hesitate for a second before slamming your lips on his.

the kiss was immediately heated, you move your leg to where you’re straddling him, grinding against his clothed dick, his grip in your waist tightening.

moving your hands from his hair towards his belt, quickly undoing it and unzipping his jeans, he pulls away from the kiss “we can’t in here baby” he breathes out “yes we can” connecting your lips again “we really- really can’t”

“yes we can” now mumbling both of your words trying not too break the kiss “baby we could get caught” “then let them watch, i need you sooo bad” grinding yourself against him even harder “fuck”

he flips you guys over so now he’s on top, trailing kisses from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, all the water down to your collarbone “tell me baby, what’s got you all worked up” continuing too suck marks in your skin.

“in the car, w- when you were yelling at that guy” he smirks against your neck “yeah? you want me to talk to you like that? want me to degrade you baby?” arching your back when he starts sucking under your ear.

“y-yes, please” he places his lips back on yours sticking his tongue in your mouth, he slips his hand under your pants and panties rubbing fast tight circles on your clit, moaning under him.

“look at you, being my pretty little slut” he chuckles “please matty, i need it so bad” you whine, he slows his movements to tease you “what do you need baby?” his smirk visible on his face.

“you know what i want matty” trying to move your hips to get more friction on your clit making him pull his fingers away, you whine under him hoping he will start again “mmm i don’t think i do princess, i think you need to remind daddy what you want”

his lips connecting to your jaw once again “please! i need your cock inside me so bad!” “i’m sure if you wanted daddy’s cock that bad i bet you could do better than that” you needed him now.

“please daddy! i need your cock so so bad! i need you buried inside my pussy! please!” his right hand massages your thigh “i knew you could do it, such a good girl f’me” he pulls away from your jaw taking both of your pants off teasingly slow.

you pull off your shirt unclasping your bra letting it fall of your shoulders, you are both now completely naked besides you still in your panties, he bends down gripping your jaw “did i say you could take that off” landing a slap on each of your tits.

“n- no sir” he squeezes your cheeks together “correct, i didn’t give you permission, that makes you a bad girl, bad girls get punished, do you think you should be punished?” his words were making you wetter and wetter by the second.

“yes sir,” he taps your thigh a couple times as a signal to turn over, putting your face onto the cushions, he pulls your panties to the side before he starts to slide hit tip through your folds.

pushing your hips back trying to feel more “uh uh uh, stay still” he grips onto your waist “please- no teasing” sticking his tip inside of you then pulling back out “am i teasing baby?” “yes” he puts his tip in and takes it out again “ma-“ you get cut off with a loud moan erupting from your throat when he enters you fully without warning.

he is going in and out of you hard and fast *smack* a harsh slap came down on your ass, the pain and pleasure combined together only made you come closer to the edge causing you to clench around him.

“you like that sweetheart?” *smack* a pornographic moan leaving your mouth “such a dirty *smack* fucking *smack* slut *smack*” your face was buried inside of the cushions.

his hands leave your waist grabbing your neck pulling your face out of the fabric, he didn’t use enough force to hurt you, but just enough too get you going, a choked moan leaving your mouth “s- so good” he thrusts into you faster.

“yeah?” every time he bottomed out you, the pressure in your stomach built “so close” his stomach now touching your back “not until you ask nicely” you only responded with a loud cry of pleasure at first.

“please! please let me cum on your cock daddy please!” “not yet baby, you were being a bad girl, have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson”

you were on the verge of letting go “please! please! please! daddy, i- i’ve learned my lesson! please! ill be so good! please!” he positions his mouth by your ear “do you think you deserve it?” it was painful holding your orgasm back “ye-“ *smack* “what was that sweetheart?” you were trying to think of gross things to help you hold off,

and it was just barely working.

“no! no i don’t! i’m sorry for being a bad girl daddy! ill be a good girl for you please!” his hand reaches between your bodies, his fingers starting to draw fast tight circles to your clit “fuck! please daddy please!” “there you go baby, cum all over daddy’s cock” he whispers in your ear.

you immediately release all over him with a loud scream mixed with a moan “good girl” pleasure coursing through your body, it felt so good, all most too good.

you couldn’t even acknowledge your surroundings anymore, all too focused on the ecstasy you felt “you gonna let me cum inside this pretty little pussy babygirl hm?” you would let him do anything to you “yes! please cum inside me!”

“you’re just my little cum slut aren’t you? so desperate for me too breed you” he laughs, somehow slamming into you harder “y-yes, i’m your cum slut! please! i want it!” he lets out a loud groan as thick ropes of cum squirt out of his slit into you, stalling his movements “fuckk”

after a couple minutes he pulls out “cmon baby lets go get cleaned up”

thank god nick and chris had noise canceling headphones.

© LUVS4MATT

a/n - tbh… i love this, i was watching the new car video and matt raging hitting the window, holy shit. and i’m ovulating… THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!

[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜 I’d like to request a corpse husband x m reader fic where they playfully flirt in a few conversations or games and corpse accidentally outs reader as his bf. Or just corpse being cute and flirty :) I'd be happy with anything! Thank you <3- corpse anon〜♡

Corpse Husband x male reader

Alright I don’t watch among us gameplay anymore cause I got addicted to genshin so I barely know anything about the mods they use (proximity chat excluded). Bear with me. 

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1055

Corpse killed someone in specimen, hoping that nobody would walk in on him in the act. Unfortunately - or fortunately - for him, you walked in.

You walked in and paused in shock.

“Walk away, walk away, walk away.” Corpse repeated, coaxing you to run away with him towards the direction you’d come from. As you sat in decontamination, he made a deal with you. “10 kisses and you saw nothing.”

“Hmm, I dunno.” You pretended to think. “I think I get to play with your hair and kiss you 20 times.”

“You’re pushing it. Don’t let me mark you with the kiss of death.”

The doors to decontam opened, revealing Toast and Poki. “What was that about a kiss of death, Corpse?” Toast asked.

“Uhhhhh…”

“Now’s your chance to make a deal, Corpse.” You whispered, even though the other two could still hear you.

“You get to play with my hair and 20 kisses. Now SCATTER!” On cue, the both of you leave in different directions.

That same game, it was down to 4 people. One of them was the impostor, and you knew damn well who it was. The thing is, you’d made a deal. Corpse would deprive you of affection if you broke it. But… how satisfying would it be to break it?

“Hmm, Corpse feels a bit sus.” You let out a laugh.

“And why is that, (y/n)?” Toast saw the whole deal earlier, so he played along. He knew that Corpse was impostor from the situation - and finding a corpse in specimen - but he loved content.

“Well,” You dragged the e out for suspense. “Corpse actually-”

“Don’t you dare, (y/n).” Corpse finally spoke up. “If you say anything, that deal of ours is broken.”

“We both know you can’t resist affection for that long.” He knew you were right, but his pride would not let him admit it. “So what I’m suggesting-”

“You’re suggesting I sweeten the deal.” He sighed in defeat. “I knew it. What are your conditions now?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Meeting time was close to running out. He had to make a deal that you liked before it was over, or he could simply kill you. That sounded much more fun.

“I- uh… um.”

“Time’s ticking, Corpse.”

As the meeting came to an end, you cackled. You were about to expose Corpse out loud when you remembered the lights were off.

This was his plan all along.

He was coming to kill you.

“Corpse is the-” And you saw the familiar animation of being killed.

Corpse was ultimately voted out. It was quite obvious he was impostor now, and the crewmates were thirsty for a win.

“Hey, Corpse, I’m done with tasks!” It was a different match now, both of you were crewmates and both of you were done with tasks. You’d, out of coincidence, met up in cafeteria.

“Yeah, me too.” Corpse laughed at a playful idea he just came up with. “Wanna make out in a corner?”

“Ooh,” You laughed, “lead the way~”

The both of you moved to a corner of cafeteria, where hopefully nobody could see you. Kissy noises were picked up by both of your mics, though your fans didn’t know if they were real or not. However, they did sound all too believable. It was quite a curse that today you’d spontaneously decided not to use a facecam.

It wasn’t long before Jack found the both of you. Why he went to upper cafeteria, you didn’t know. He gasped, “You guys are making out without me?”

“Believe it or not Jack, you’re not the only guy in my love life.” Since the arrival of Jack, your fans have heard the shuffling of clothes. They wondered if you were really kissing.

“Damnit, Corpse.” Jack sighed, turning away from the both of you for a moment. “Hey, wanna become a throuple?”

Corpse watched as you killed people. He was a ghost, killed by your partner.

You lured Sykkuno to specimen, where the two of you had a little talk. You’d been marinating him for the whole match and now was finally the moment where you got to kill him.

“So, Sykkuno. You saw me kill Rae and didn’t say anything. How kind of you.”

“Y-Yes.” He sounded nervous, as he should while being alone in an isolated area of the map with a confirmed impostor.

“Now, usually I would repay you for it by not killing you. Buuut…”

“Yes..?”

“My partner and I are both sus at the moment. We need as many people dead as possible. You understand that, right?”

Sykkuno did a nervous shuffle, “Yea..”

“Trust me, Sykkuno. I did not want to do this.” And with that, you killed him. You ran away from specimen, laughing to yourself.

Corpse laughs, “I love (y/n).” He sighs dreamily. “He’s just so cute.”

He glances at his own chat, which spams ‘Is (y/n) your bf?’

“Yeah, he’s my partner; my love.” He pauses, just realizing that he’d outed the both of you. “Oh, oh no.”

On your stream, the chat was spamming the same thing. They had been since the start of the stream, though now you were curious as to why they spammed: ‘YES’, ‘I KNEW IT’ and pog. Somebody highlighted their message, tagging you in it for extra measure. It read, ‘Corpse just admitted you two are dating.’

“Huh.” You weren’t all that surprised. Either way, being out to the internet wasn’t the worst thing ever. Your fans loved you both, but more than that, they loved your ship. “Yeah, Corpse is my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t have to expose us like that.” You teased.

Corpse shrugs, “Did it matter? They liked it.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Just teasing.” After streaming is usually relaxation time, though you’d taken it for movie time instead.

Corpse sat - with the worst posture, though posture doesn’t equal comfort - between your legs, leaning so weirdly that his head lay on your shoulder.

He ultimately couldn’t resist your affection. Your hands played around with his curls, massaging his scalp every once in a while.

Suddenly, Corpse turns to you and away from the movie. He kisses you, though it’s all to brisk for you. “Let’s get to these 20 kisses, shall we?”

“I thought I broke the deal.”

“Consider it renewed.”

[magnolias-make-me-happy]

Call me baby

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x natasha romanoff

warnings: sexual content, choking kink, threesome, explicit language, face slapping, (please be careful if you want to try this at home) and basically a bunch of other sexual stuff (MINORS DNI)

a/n: the title doesn’t really have anything to do with the story, it just popped into my head. i didn’t make natasha speak russian in this just because i feel like she hated being/speaking russian, so yeah. also so gay for tasha i love her, what i wouldn’t give to be in a relationship with her and bucky. please enjoy the story that is my tired brain spilled into text. <3

The first time you realized that you were into some interesting things was when you Bucky and Natasha were laying in your bed in your shared apartment one day watching movies. You were laying in between the two avengers on your stomach, propped up on your elbows.

Natasha had her head laid on your back and Bucky was propped up against the headboard by your feet, flesh hand on the back of your left thigh. In the movie the woman’s boyfriend cheated on her and she was confronting him about it.

She reared her hand back and slapped him across the face, and he smirked at her slowly turning his head to look at her form as she left the room. At the sound of the crack as her hand connected with his face, you couldn’t help but let out a moan that unfortunately, didn’t go unnoticed by your two lovers.

“Uh, y/n?” Bucky said as he sat up from the headboard “Was that a moan?” Natasha added as she too lifted her head to look at you with a smirk. Your face grew a bit hot as you realized that you had involuntarily moaned at the sight of a man being slapped.

“Do you” Bucky paused as a grin spread across his face “Do you have a slapping kink?” You groaned as you flopped on your face, covering your face with your hands “No? Maybe? Shut up guys” you said muffled as you felt the bed shift a bit

“Aw” Nat said from above you, you could feel her straddle you and then soft hands prying your own hands away from your face “Don’t be embarrassed baby, we’ve always known you like it rough” your face unamused as you sat up and playfully pushed the laughing redhead off of you.

“You do like to be choked babydoll, it’s not a surprise” Bucky agreed “You guys- ugh i can’t” you buried your face into a pillow as both of them laughed. You felt large hands grab your waist and turn you over, Bucky grabbed your chin as he looked at you. “It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart, we’re not here to judge you” he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“He’s right y/n, and i’m sorry, i wasn’t making fun of you, i just think you’re cute when you’re embarrassed” she leaned down and kissed you in the cheek. “How rude” you said, natasha looked down at you eyebrows furrowed “what’s rude babe?” “You didn’t even kiss me on the lips” you batted your eyelashes at her and she rolled her eyes as she leaned down “you’re an idiot” she quipped and you hummed with a smile, pulling her down by the back of her neck.

The kiss quickly turned heated and you tugged her on top of you, rolling your body into hers. She spread your legs apart, settling her hips between them before trailing the kisses down your neck.

“Guess tashas got it handled huh baby?” Bucky teased you as you turned your head to look at him. You gasped as the woman bit down on the sensitive part of your neck “Want you too” you moaned and reached out for him. Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead before Natasha rolled the two of you over.

You broke the kiss with Natasha and Bucky’s metal hand came up to grip your throat pulling your face to his for a sloppy kiss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist, moaning in his mouth as you continued to grind your crotch into Natashas.

“Fuck” she moaned as she saw Buckys hand wrap around your throat. Bucky pulled away smirking as you panted “you like that baby?” He looked down at her flushed face. The redhead grunted “love when she’s so submissive”

You whined as Natasha gripped your hips, turning you over so you two were on your sides facing each other. She ran a hand down your chest to your shorts, her fingertips just barely grazed your skin underneath the band of your shorts before she stopped.

She turned her head and smirked “you wanna watch buck?” The man let his eyes wander from his other girlfriend to your squirming form “please tasha, want you to touch me” you begged. Natashas attention turned back to you and she cooed “Tell Bucky that you want him to watch me touch you sweetheart, go on”

She slid her hand farther down your shorts, fingertips just above your clit “Want you to watch her make me cum james” you panted. “You’re so pretty when you beg, doll” he said just before natasha brought her hand down and began rubbing your clit, your moans echoing throughout the room as Bucky and Natasha spurred you on

“Such a good girl babydoll”

“Your pussy feels so good around my fingers honey”

“That’s it, tell us how good it feels y/n”

Natasha rubbed your clit faster as you began to withe beside her. “Gonna cum tash, please, please let me cum”

She had sat up by now, making your pleasure her top priority. She grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at Bucky, cock in hand, sweat dripping down his body as he watched Natasha work your pussy over.

“I want you to look at him when you cum, baby” she demanded. You felt your back arch off the bed as your orgasm washed over you and Bucky never broke eye contact with you. You could see his eyes darken as you came all over natashas hand, fighting to keep your eyes open as you watched him work his cock even faster.

Bucky threw his head back and groaned and you both could tell he was getting close by the way his cock twitched in his hand. You kissed Natasha leading her and yourself over to Bucky and you took his cock in your mouth. Bucky let out a loud “fuck!” At the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him.

Bucky raised his hand slightly and tapped your cheek a few times, and you nodded the best you could. “Are you sure?” He asked, still a little conflicted, you pulled yourself off of his shaft “I'm sure buck” and leaned up to kiss him before going back down.

The next thing you knew Bucky's flesh hand had come down across your cheek with a small crack! You moaned around his cock at the stinging feeling on your face, and your eyes fluttered close at the tingling following through your body.

You pulled off of Bucky's cock once again, pumping him a bit with your hand “harder” you said as you panted for air. Natasha groaned from behind you, watching as Bucky's hand came down a second time, this time hard enough to leave a glowing red mark “God you’re so fucking sexy sweetheart”

Soon you heard Bucky's groans get muffled and you saw that Natasha had pulled Bucky into a kiss, you felt yourself get wet all over again at the sight of your boyfriend and girlfriend kissing and you began to suck him a little faster. Buckys hand came down to wrap in your hair as he began to snap his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch and he let out a low moan “fuck girls” he said before you felt his warm salty cum spill into your mouth. You swallowed around him and his hips sputtered, you pulled off of his cock and pulled Natasha down to your level “want a taste?” You asked before pulling her into a kiss, you felt some of Bucky's cum drip into her mouth and she moaned at the taste.

“Goddamn doll” Bucky groaned from above you and you smiled as you pulled away from her mouth to look up at him. Your attention turned back to Natasha, Buckys too. “It’s your turn honey” you said as you and Bucky pushed her back into the pillows. “I could get used to this” she smirked as she snuggled back, getting comfortable.

You shook your head at her and Bucky chuckled before kissing his way down her stomach. Her mouth turned into a beautiful ‘o’ shape as she felt Bucky's fingers run across her pussy. You leaned down to lay on your side beside her and started kissing her neck, hands running over her chest, gripping and tugging the hard nipples there.

“Damnit barnes” she groaned as Bucky teased her, pressing kisses just above her clit “what’s the matter doll? Can’t handle it?” He smirked. You hummed in amusement as you trailed down kisses to her chest, you figured Bucky tired himself out of teasing because a second later you could hear the sound of his tongue lapping at her pussy.

Natashas back arched as Bucky continued to lick and suck, her hand going around the back of your neck and pulling you down into a very sloppy kiss as she moaned into your mouth. “Feel good tasha?” You whispered against her lips “fuck yes!” She yelled out as Bucky quickened the pace. You cooed at her as you ran your hand down her body, Bucky tilting his head to give you some room.

You spit on yours fingers, getting them wet before easing them into her wet pussy, groaning at her clenching around your fingers. You could feel her cunt relax as you worked your fingers, pumping them in and out while Bucky sucked on her clit. “Oh god” she moaned, her hand flying down to grip Bucky’s hair as she rolled her hips into his face.

You and Bucky both could feel her start to get close as she started to whine underneath you two “you gonna cum on y/n’s fingers doll? Bucky panted, rubbing at her clit. “God yes, wanna cum, fucking hell” you worked your fingers faster “you’re so pretty when you’re all flushed baby” you said as you looked her body up and down, a thin layer of sweat covering her.

Bucky sucked her clit into his mouth and Natasha came undone, her back arched letting out a loud moan as she grabbed at the sheets while you and Bucky worked her through her orgasm. You could feel her cum gushing over your fingers as you continued to pump them in and out. “Oh god” she moaned as she gasped for air.

You pulled your fingers out and Bucky wiped his mouth. You held up your fingers to him “wanna taste?” You repeated what you said earlier, he smirked and grabbed your wrist popping them into his mouth. You watched with amused eyes as he sucked on your digits.

He pulled back and smiled “c’mere babydoll, I know you wanna taste too” Bucky pulled you in by the waist and pressed your lips together, his tongue swiping in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of your girlfriend on his tongue, pressing your hand to Bucky's cheek. “You two are insatiable” Natasha teased. You and Bucky pulled apart laughing and laid down on either side of her, pulling the sheets over you three.

“I can’t help that you taste so good babe” you nudged her cheek with your nose. “She’s got you there doll” Bucky laughed. “I hate you” she grumbled, you curled into her side as Bucky wrapped an arm around her “you love us” you retorted. She sighed.

“Unfortunately”

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Should I Go? II

[Part 2] Everyone is just trying to be supportive as Dean works through a lot of complex feelings. Not sure if some trigger warnings apply cause I stay pretty positive about it but let me know if I need to add something to this description.

“Dean told Cas what?” Eileen’s eyes lit up as she sat on the bed frozen in glee.

“He said he loved him- Right in front of me,” Sam reiterated.

“And you think it was romantic,” Eileen spoke while her hands moved in tandem, “Not like a family type thing? Cause I swear if you get my hopes up-”

“It did not seem platonic in the least…” Sam replied, sinking onto the bed and letting a puff of air push from his lungs, “Breakfast is gonna be insane tomorrow…”

“If they even make it to breakfast,” she smirked.

As if the information had just dawned on him, Sam’s eyes widened, “They’re going to be even worse this way, aren’t they?”

Eileen’s hand signed a quick Probably before they settled into their bed and began the process of dozing off.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice rasped out the name, but was surprised to find himself in his room alone.

He lifted his phone from the bedside table and laughed before rolling over onto his back.

11:00 am.

He hadn’t slept that late in his life.

Sitting up, he could see the Angel’s trench coat on the floor and he smiled to himself, stretching his arms and legs before reaching for his boxers.

He grabbed a t-shirt from a drawer and a clean pair of jeans, slipping them on before making his way toward the kitchen.

“There he is,” Eileen grinned as he entered, noting that Dean only had eyes for the Angel in the corner.

“Hey guys,” Dean spoke off-handedly as he entered further into the kitchen.

He crossed to the coffee machine where Cas just so happened to have stationed himself, leaning against the counter sans trench coat and suit jacket.

“Didn’t mean to sleep in…” he greeted him quietly as he poured himself a cup.

“You looked like you needed it,” Cas’ eyes warmed, “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a quick kiss to the other man’s cheek.

Cas’ face lit up at the show of affection and an ‘Aw’ escaped Eileen’s lips.

The hunter glanced at the other two quickly before returning his attention, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“I’d love to,” Cas nodded sweetly.

“Cool,” Dean nodded toward the others, “We’ll be back in a bit.”

He took Cas’ hand and led him from the room and out of the bunker.

They found a somewhat clear path in the trees and walked comfortably for a short time before either would say a word.

“I wanted to talk about us,” Dean started with a slight shake to his voice, “You know, we uh… kinda… didn’t… last night.”

“Dean, I hope you don’t regret-”

“I don’t,” he stopped, turning Cas toward him, “I really don’t, okay? That’s not what this is.”

“Okay,” Cas nodded, “What is this?”

“That’s what I want to talk about… What last night means… you know… for our relationship, I guess,” Dean cringed at himself.

“Oh,” Cas nodded, looking slightly guarded, “Okay.”

“I don’t know what you think of all this… I mean, we said we wanted everything, right?” Dean started cryptically.

“We did,” Cas nodded.

“So I guess I’m asking what everything means to you ‘cause to me…” Dean looks into his eyes pleadingly, “It means- Damnit… I’m not good at this…”

“If I may?” Cas’ eyebrow raised slightly as he ducked his head to catch the hunter’s eye.

“Please,” Dean sighed, resting his hands on Cas’ shoulders as his own found a home on the hunter’s hips.

“I want to drink coffee with you every morning and watch you sleep at night. I want movie nights and breakfasts. Hopefully more of what happened last night?” Cas’ tone rose in question at the end, and Dean laughed, “I love what we are, Dean,” he rubbed his thumb under the hem of the hunter’s shirt, “Other than that, I don’t have much experience to draw on to even know what I want…”

“Most of that’s stuff we’ve always done,” the hunter smiled fondly.

“It is,” Cas agreed, “Dean, I just want you.”

“You say it like it’s so simple…”

“I suppose it is for me,” the Angel smiled.

“I’m gonna get there,” Dean shifted and swallowed.

“I know you will,” Cas pulled him closer, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, “I have no problem waiting.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Dean huffed.

“I would wait centuries for you,” Cas touched his cheek, “I have.”

“Cas…”

“I love you, Dean…” the Angel leaned his head against the other man’s own, “Exactly as you are.”

“I love you too,” the tension released from his body as he wrapped himself around the Angel tightly, then quietly, “You want to know what I want?”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas breathed out.

The hunter’s hand moved up the back of his neck and into Cas’ hair, pushing another soft sound from the Angel’s lips.

“Want you to be happy with me,” he hushed, “Wanna be yours… you to be mine…”

“I am yours,” Cas replied earnestly, “I’ve always been yours.”

“I don’t want to be bad at this, but I know I’m gonna be,” he pulled away to look Cas in the eyes, “I want to promise you I’m gonna try my best…”

“You put too much pressure on yourself,” Cas held his gaze with authority, “I think if we are going to do this, we need to be equals.”

“You’re right,” Dean nodded, “I’ll… work on that.”

Dean’s body shivered against Cas, and his head tilted in concern, “You look chilled.”

“It’s fucking freezing,” Dean laughed.

“Let’s head back then,” he took the hunter’s hand and they began the trek back home, “I wish I’d worn my coat…”

“You’d let me wear the trench coat?” Dean asked with a playful grin.

“Of course,” Cas looked confused, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, just seemed special,” he shrugged lightly, a hint of a blush creeping in.

“I guess it is…” Cas acknowledged, “I don’t think I would offer it to anyone else…”

“Huh… Trench coat privileges…” Dean responded proudly with a gentle smirk before they carried on the rest of the way in a comfortable silence broken only by the sounds of birds and twigs snapping beneath their feet.

“Hey,” Sam nodded as Dean entered the Library alone a little later, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um… we need to talk,” Dean gripped the back of the chair as he approached, looking almost forebodingly at the thought of sitting in it.

“Okay,” Sam looked caught off guard by this, but he readied himself.

Dean reluctantly dropped into the seat and fixed his nervous eyes decidedly onto his brother across from him.

“I didn’t mean to have all that happen in front of you yesterday…” Dean’s gaze wavered and his eyes dropped to something safer, “Um… there’s a lot that happened I didn’t tell you about… a lot in general, I guess, that I didn’t tell you about…”

Dean adjusted awkwardly in his seat and his eyes darted around, Sam guessed to map out a possible escape that he thankfully chose not to take as his eyes settled once again onto Sam.

“I’m really wanting to do right by him,” Dean blurted and immediately rolled his eyes at himself, having jumped further into what he planned to say than he meant to, “I wanna be with Cas, Sam… I guess I’m wanting to know what you think of that, but also, if you don’t like it, you can go screw yourself.”

The corner of Sam’s mouth tugged upward and a dimple sunk in next to it, “Dean, I’m glad you told me, and I just want you guys to be happy…”

“Wouldn’t that be a change of pace,” Dean scoffed but a small grin took its place as he lost himself in thought.

“So I gotta ask…” Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “Have you always… I mean, is it just Cas or have you liked other guys before?”

“I uh… no, yeah, there was um… one other, but I never acted on it, and Dad made it pretty obvious how he felt about that kinda thing just ‘cause he had an inkling of it…” Dean looked outwardly uncomfortable at the turn of the conversation so Sam didn’t push for more.

“Well, Dad was wrong about a lot of things,” Sam replied with a tight lipped expression, “But the family who’re here, all love you- and Cas.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean cleared his throat, emotions raw and closer to the surface than he would like, “Thanks, Sammy.”

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A/N: @spuffy-destiel I love this! I’ve never had a tumblr bestie so the position is yours! Your appreciation for all the heller madness I create really makes my day! Sadly I can’t comment back because this is a secondary account and tumblr hates me and won’t allow it for some reason! Hope you enjoy!

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hey its me otwdfanfic lol, for the ask game: 🐢 for the main gang or whoever you want, 🌌 especially your dragon, and 🎶

Omg hi!! I already had a suspicion this was your other account so its fun to see that confirmed! <3

🐢: for spirit animals (I've actually never been that good with thinking up spirit animals for characters, dunno why lmao), I feel like Snotlout's would be a boar. Idk why, but he just... Feels that way haha. For Astrid, i immediately thought about a hawk. Can't explain it, but they're both sharp and quick and I love that for them. For Fishlegs, a hedgehog! They're both adorable but feisty when needs to be. A snake for Ruff, for obvious reasons, which is why we love her! For Tuff... I don't know why, but a dog? Funny but witty? Can't tell you what type of dog tho, lmao. And as for Hiccup, a fox is what came to mind. I... Again don't know why. It's a vibe? Oh, and as an extra, cuz we both adore the good boi Gustav, let's give him a... Raven. I... Again don't know. Either a raven or a crow, I feel like.

🌌: i have a feeling I would definitely survive the HTTYD world - but barely. I think I'd be a sort of a village cat-lady-artist-storywriter, probably on Berserker Island, just doing my thing. Advocating for the arts to be an integral part of Berserker society cuz DAMNIT Dagur we need more cool art. As for the Dragon I would ride... In the HTTYD sona I made last year-ish, I believe I gave myself a Flightmare, named Bram/Brammetje. Typical Dutch name, I know, named him after the rabbit my family had for years before he passed in 2020. Bram the Flightmare would keep the light on so I'd be able to draw deep into the night, which I think is an adorable idea and f u c k now I wanna redraw my httyd sona

🎶: ooooh my God you do not wanna know my struggle when I learned the Once There Were Dragons (wait. Wait a fucking second. Maybe me loving otwd wasn't coincidence pfff) song from movie three on piano. It's easily my favorite piece on the album, I don't know why, but it's just so comforting and sweet. Maybe even bittersweet. Anyways, I'm usually more of lyrics girl, so I love Where No-One Goes as well. It's very comfort and takes me right back to being 10 again and watching the second movie for the first time <333

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Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

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Date Day // Draco Malfoy x Reader

I give you a realistic Draco. I lowkey don't like writing him like this but I think this is just how Draco would be in relationships, realistically.

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Summary - Its the last day of summer before going back to school and you both plan a date day. (They are going into their 6th year before everything went to complete shit ahhaha) Tiny bit steamy near the end.

Warnings - ^^ Little bit of steamy at the end, nothing big.

Word Count - 1.7k

Draco and I had the whole date planned out. We didn't want to waste the last day we had before we had to go to Hogwarts for our 6th year.

Draco planned the first half, which was just beginning, and I would be planning the last half of the day.

Something that I think many of our friends (and even our family) had misconstrued was that Draco wasn't romantic. His tough exterior and demeanor made him seem calloused and ridged. Thought I will not lie to you, he could run quite thin at times. But his mom had clearly raised him right, he knew how to treat a girl.

So here we were, sitting on a picnic blanket behind the Malfoy manner. Draco had brought all of my favorite things to snack on. Cauldron cakes, Treacle Tarts, and Sherbet Lemons. Along with a little bit of fire whiskey that he snuck from his parents, which were not home at the moment.

We filled our stomachs with sweets and got ourselves tipsy on fire whiskey. (Draco insisted our next activity would be more fun if we weren't completely coherent.)

"One, two, three." And we downed another shot, I chased it with some water and shook my head from the strong alchohol.

"I think if we drink anymore we will be more than tipsy." I laughed, putting the bottle back in the basket. "Onto whatever you have planned next, yeah?" I grabbed Dracos hand and watched a smile creep onto his face, squeezing it to get another reaction out of him. His smile grew wider as he looked into my eyes.

"What are you doing lovely?" He squeezed my hand back with the same grin. It was so nice to see him smile, he seemed much more glum this summer than usual.

"Nothing at all." And with that I stood, bringing him with me. We quietly entered the house, making sure his parents were truly not home still. He set the fire whiskey back in their cabinet with a clink and entered one of his fire places, a fistful of floo powder in one hand and the other outstretched to me. I took it, stuffing myself next to him and holding onto his torso. He shouted a place I had never heard of before and we were suddenly in a shop.

"You know of muggle fairs." It came out more as a statement than a question, so I just nodded. "Well they've started a magical one." He pushed the doors open to the shop, revealing a bustling area filled with happy kids and adults alike. I could feel the fire whiskey hitting me now, and I could tell Draco was right.

This will be more fun when you're tipsy.

We ran around for hours playing clearly rigged games and completely failing at them due to our state. I hadn't seen Draco so giggly since we were kids.

And I loved it.

He was much more lovey and loosened up when he had a little bit of alchohol. He didn't think so hard. He would come behind me and hug my shoulders, kiss my neck softly when we were waiting in line for something. And when I was lucky, he would kiss me hastily on the lips. These were things he would usually do in private, where no one could see how soft he actually was. But when he was careless, PDA was nearly a priority for him.

After playing loads of games and winning only one tiny stuffed bear, we were off to my part of the date.

Any time it was my turn to plan a date, I tried to make it like this. To bring out a part of him only I could see, so we were watching movies at my house.

Now, my house was by no means the size of Dracos, he was born into a far more fortunate household. But we were fortunate enough to have a movie room. A simple room with a big tv and long couch to lay on. Or in our case, cuddle on. Draco had told me in the past how warm I was, and how much he loved that about me because of the contrast of his cold body. I laid a blanket on the leather couch, bringing two pillows and another much larger blanket along with it to drape on top of us. He lay down on the couch, his long legs outstretched. He opened his arms to me with a smile, patting his chest. I started The Breakfast Club and came to lay on his chest and across his body lazily. He stroked his hand through my hair and kissed my head multiple times as I pulled the blanket up to my chin.

"You really are warm you know." He said, his arm snaking mindlessly up my shirt. He traced patterns on my tummy with his cold fingers.

"Yes, I can feel that." I giggled, taking his other hand and kissing the back of it. "Maybe you should wear warmer clothes." I craned my neck back with a smirk to look his in the eye. He rolled his playfully and kept on with his pattern making on my stomach.

"I'm just cold-blooded darling." He stated. We watched through the first movie and I changed it to another, climbing back onto Draco differently this time, considering I was tired. I laid on my stomach, legs tangled with his. Wrapping my arms around his neck softly and setting my head on his shoulder into the crook of his neck. A planted a kiss there just to tease him, knowing he likes it when I do that. I felt his chest raise a little faster after the kiss, so I planted another, innocently.

A small huff could be felt from his nose on my neck. He brought his hand up to scratch my back, knowing it would stop and distract me from whatever I was doing, and it always worked. I would never not love these days. Days where we could sit in comfortable silence and enjoy eachother.

The second movie had ended and I stood with a stretch. I had been sitting for far to long.

"Okay, theres one more thing but it doesn't really count as the date. Do you wanna see me try on some new outfits I got? I had to get a new uniform, my old one was becoming a bit small." Draco nodded eagerly at the statement, letting me drag him upstairs to my room.

I shut the door firmly and picked up the pile of clothes and spread them out a bit, it wasn't much.

Now if this had been us a year ago, I would have told Draco to turn around. But for obvious reasons, this would not be the first time he had seen me with minimal clothes on.

"Now don't get all worked up." I pointed at his accusingly and with a small playful glare. His hands shot up in defense and he sat in the chair in the corner of my room.

I removed my shirt and slipped on the new sweater I had bought. It was dark green with a big white stripe in the middle on the chest area. Inside the line it read Slytherin and it had a collar. It was also clearly too big for me.

"I was hoping you would wear it sometimes so I could wear it after and it would smell like you." I told Draco, taki0ng it off and handing it to him. Slipping on my new white button up and vest, I slipped off my jeans to put the skirt on. Draco averted his eyes, he told me this was out a respect, for I did not ask him to look at me. He had told me that a few months ago. I found it incredibly sexy how respectful he was, what can I say, I find respect amazing.

But immediately as I put it on something felt off. This seemed even *smaller* than the one I had before. Maybe I was wrong?

"Draco, is this skirt suppose to be this short?" His eyes scanned up my legs, eyes widening slightly until he reached my face. I could see a clear blush reach his cheeks. It was quite amusing seeing Draco blush because when he did, it was so obvious on the contrast of his pale skin.

"I-I don't think so." He replied, flustered to all hell.

"I think they gave me the wrong one, damnit." I laughed, trying to make the skirt go as far down as possible but miserably failing when it didnt go any further than right past my butt. I looked back over at Draco with a pouty look, just to see him with his eyes nearly closed and addams apple bobbing in this throat. "You okay there Malfoy?" I teased.

"You're making it awfully hard not to get worked up when you look so beautiful." He said barely above a whisper, not helping that his hands slightly muffled the words.

"Oh you like this?" He looked at me with a look as if to say *No shit Sherlock*. I then made the decision to walk over to him, placing myself on his lap lightly. I ran my hands through his hair slowly, starting at his forehead.

"Must you tease me like this woman?" He complained with a whine, a thing you also don't hear much from Draco, any kind of begging or whining.

So I kissed him, pulling his head closer to mine and deepening it immediately. He kissed back with force, we hadn't done anything like this in a while. His hands wandered my body until they rested next to my butt. He grabbed at it and began moving my hips against his, I caught on and began doing it myself. We had done that for two minutes before I heard the front door slam. I jumped from his lap, yelling hi to my parents.

I looked down at Draco to see a *problem*.

"I'm going to distract them and say you're in the bathroom. Go take care of that." I laughed, my hand covering my mouth so I wouldn't burst into tears giggling.

"Very funny Y/n." He replied sarcastically, walking himself to my bathroom.

This date day went even better than I anticipated.

[dirty-urie]

McBrendon

Second Person

Brendon x Female Reader

Unspecified Era

Smut Oneshot

NC-17

3.2k Words

Warnings in order of appearance: RPF, language throughout, not pre-discussed roleplay scene, medical roleplay and language, sex

Author's Notes:

So, basically, I was re-watching Grey's Anatomy, and I was like, "What if Brendon was here?" and then this was born. I have no idea if someone who's never watched Grey's Anatomy would understand or appreciate this, but basically what I think you need to know is that Derek Shepherd and Mark Sloan are sexy manwhores (in the earier seasons), and a common recurring joke in the earlier seasons of the show is putting "Mc" in front of adjectives to describe love interests. The fic is supposed to be more silly than sexy, but maybe it's sexy too, I don't really know.

"Wait, what about those two?" He asks, and you sigh exasperatedly.

"Brendon, just assume that all of the doctors on the Doctor Sex Show have slept together. That's the whole point."

He groans and slumps back in his chair, "Remind me why we have to watch this overdramatic doctor smut in the theater? The theater should be a sacred space for Disney movies or action movies with boobies and explosions, not 'ohhhh does McCreamy only like Natalie because she hooked up with Appendectomy?.'"

"It's my week on laundry duty, and whoever's folding laundry gets to watch whatever they want wherever they want. That's the rules, but you can go watch something in the living room or on your computer or on your phone if you don't like it," you offer, trying to get rid of him. You love Brendon, you love him so much, but sometimes you need to sit in the dark and fold laundry with no other noises except your soapy little doctor show.

"Fine. The men of the house are going to go watch something manly, don't bother us. Come on, Bogart!"

Brendon's little Jack Russell turns to look at you as if asking to stay, but you pat his back and send him off to go snuggle with his dad. You don't think you could handle Brendon's betrayed gasps if you let Bogart finish the episode with you. You and Penny will be fine ogling at Patrick Dempsey while file-folding Brendon's 68 pairs of gray and black sweatpants alone. Brendon kisses your cheek before he leaves. "Have fun with the boobs and explosions, babe," you tell him on his way out of the room.

"Oh, you know I will!"

•••

Two weeks later, it's your turn to fold laundry again, and you're back to watching Grey's, this time in the living room. The dogs are sitting next to you, eyes glued to the screen. Brendon's also in the room, bitching about "introducing this drivel into our home," but you're ignoring him because you don't need that kind of negativity in your life.

He finally quiets down, and you appreciate the five minutes of peace. Until… "Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?" He asks out of the blue.

You're taken completely aback for a second before you scramble to pause the tv. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what? Where did this come from?" you ask him. What the fuck? Is he unsatisfied with your sex life?

"Well, we haven't had sex in weeks practically." Three days actually. It's been three days, but you don't interrupt him. "And you keep watching this sexy doctor show, so I don't know, maybe you're feeling like a bored housewife," Brendon explains.

You laugh at him, and he looks offended. "You're overthinking it, baby boy. It's just a show! Sure, the sexual tension between the entire hospital and Mark Sloan is spicy and exciting, but I'm not trying to compensate for anything lacking in my life. If anything, all that spice just translates into better sex for both of us. Okay?"

He looks very skeptical. "Hm, sure. I totally believe you."

You don't necessarily think you properly got your point across to him, but Meredith just made another bad decision, and you need to see how it pans out. "Okay, great, now go watch a manly show with Bogs in our room if you're going to keep whining."

Brendon does not, in fact, go into your room to watch a manly show on his laptop. Instead, he and Bogart start watching season 1 of Grey's Anatomy, immediately getting highly invested in the lives of the ambitious-yet-messy surgical interns. He's trying to figure out what exactly appeals to you about the show.

•••

It's his turn to fold the clothes, and he's doing it wrong, but you're resisting the urge to do it for him because you're a feminist, damnit. He's still letting you watch Grey's Anatomy because he's a doll (and you don't know this, but he's also become a bit of a fan.)

"Do you think I'm more a Mark Sloan or a Derek Shepherd?" He asks.

You scoff, "You're a George."

"I am not! I'm way sexier than George!"

"You're just jealous because I'm an Addison."

"Pshh, you're a Bailey. You wanna know how I know?" He asks.

"Fine. Tell me." You give in.

"You desperately want to correct my laundry technique."

•••

"Meet me in the on-call room in five," Brendon whispers against the back of your neck while you're drying the dishes from dinner. What is this man doing? "Meet you where?" You ask, but he's already walked away. You're not sure whether to actually wait the five minutes or just try to go find him.

You give him three minutes before going to the bedroom. You honestly don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't Brendon laying on his side in the middle of your bed, shirtless under a white coat. He has on a pair of navy blue scrub pants that aren't particularly flattering, but they still look nice on him.

"Explain to me what's happening here, homie," you tell him.

"I'm being sexy for you! So sexy! I'm Dr. Brendon "McKinky" Urie, I'm a general surgery attending, but my real specialty is pleasure."

You visibly cringe for him. "You're a McDoofus, and your real specialty is probably malpractice."

He pouts. "Play along. Come on. Please? Be Dr. Y/N Sexy."

You roll your eyes. "Why do you get your real last name, but I'm Dr. Sexy?"

"Because we're not married in this fantasy! We're both cheating on our spouses but not in a tragic way, in a sexy way! Come on! Let yourself have fun," he pleads.

You feel yourself start to cave. "Fine, I'll play along, but I'm stopping this the minute I feel weird, okay?"

"Of course. And, babe, if you don't want to do this, you absolutely do not have to," he says, serious now.

"No, no, Brendon. I'm down for this. I think you're a total goof for doing it, but I trust you."

He brightens, "Great! Now it's time for your examination." He waggles his eyebrows, climbing off the bed and gesturing for you to take his place.

"Exam? Am I a patient? Why am I in the on-call room if I'm a patient?" You ask.

"Doctors need exams too, y'know. We're both doctors, but I don't know, you need a routine exam for like moles or something. Take your clothes off." He says, and you take a split-second to be grateful that Brendon got discovered for his musical talents and will therefore never be an actual doctor.

You stifle back your laughter and strip down to your underwear, lying on your back on top of the white sheet he put over the comforter to protect the bed from any potential messes. He stands over you next to the bed, and you're happy that you at least get to stare at his body during this little experiment. The whole "doctor" thing may not be driving you wild on its own, but your half-naked husband always will.

"Thank you for coming to this appointment, Dr. Y/N Sexy," he says. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, you chant in your head. "First," he says, making his voice husky, "I need to test your reflexes." Something tells you he won't be using one of those little hammers. He bends down and breathes against your neck. You shiver, and goosebumps appear on your arms. You're glad you wore your front clasp bra when he unclips it and has immediate access to your breasts. He circles around your nipple with his finger, and they harden quickly. "Mmm, good reflexes indeed. Very responsive," he purrs. "I don't think your test results are conclusive yet. You should keep going," you encourage. He rubs your scalp, and your head rolls back. You're worried that you'll start drooling.

Brendon smirks at you a little, and his smugness is slightly infuriating. Yes, you like him touching you, but that hardly proves that his weird roleplaying was a good idea. "Just like I observed, fantastic reflexes. But I now must move on to the chest exam." He rests his head on your chest, and you're beginning to suspect that this whole thing was just a ploy to touch your boobs a lot. "Is your heart rate always this fast or just when your hot coworker is touching you?"

"Normally only my husband, also named Brendon… for some reason, can get me so worked up, but now I'm thinking of leaving him for you, McCrinkly."

"It's McKinky, and your husband sounds gorgeous and super smart. You should keep him around," he says, climbing onto you and groping your breasts. "In my professional opinion, these are nice tits."

You have to bite your lip to resist the urge to laugh again. You wouldn't quite say you're aroused, but you are having fun at least. "Okay, okay, doc. Enough of the preliminary exam; I need five and a half inches, stat."

"You couldn't round up to six while we're playing!?"

"Oh, come on, you're lucky I rounded up to five and a half!"

"Rude! So rude!"

You kiss him to shut him up. "Sorry, baby, I won't bully you anymore. Now, how about a cervical exam?" You suggest, craving his thickness inside you.

That cheers him up. Brendon resumes his doctor roleplay. "First, let me complete the dermatological examination. If you could remove your undergarments, please."

You throw your bra on the floor and take off your underwear.

He admires the small amount of newly-exposed skin. "So many marks on your breasts and pubic region. Did your hot husband leave these too, or should I investigate for a skin condition?" He asks, ducking between your thighs to add some more.

"Yeah, he left them there. My sexy husband is kind of the best, but enough about him," you say.

New dark spots pop up after he finally moves his mouth from the sensitive skin of your thighs. "Oops, I think I just burst a couple of capillaries."

Well, someone did some light googling. "Do you think I'll make it?" You ask, faking drama.

"Yes, but you'll need someone to pay lots of attention to the area between your thighs."

He never mastered the art of subtly, did he? "I don't think that will be an issue. My husband will be thrilled."

"Great, that's taken care of. Shall we commence with the cervical exam then?" He asks, rolling off you to tug off his scrubs and underwear. He keeps his dumb coat on, which is more goofy than sexy without clothes underneath, but you don't tell him that. "And we can test your motor skills at the same time. Hands and knees, please."

You obey, and he moves behind you to enter you. He pushes into you quickly and hard, just like you like it. "God, there's so much blood in my, hm, um corpus cavernosum… I think," he says.

"Your what? Are you trying to cast a Harry Potter spell? because that's a whole different roleplay," You crane your neck back to see him, and your eyes widen. "Brendon, are you," you need to pause to choke back your laughter, "are you reading from a flashcard? While inside me?"

He's on his knees behind you, squinting at a white notecard. He flips the card over and reads from it, "the corpus cavernosum is, um, the main erectile tissue in the genitals. So, uh, I was trying to say that I'm hard for you."

That's it, you can't contain your laughter. You can't even bear to look at Brendon without cracking up. Tears are streaming down your face. He hisses, and you think it's because you've upset him, but you turn back to look at him, and he's biting his lip, his head tilted back.

"Are you good, B?" You ask, a little worried.

He's breathing hard. "Yeah, just your laughing caused contractions around my cock, and I was not prepared. Felt good, just unexpected." He pulls almost all the way out and then jerks back in, not quite slamming but gearing up to it.

"Faster, please. Careful still, but faster," you request.

He speeds up perfectly, finally filling you up and relieving the ache inside you. You relish each time his hips meet your body, feeling close to him, even if the position isn't as intimate as he usually likes. You suppose successful Dr. Kinky, notorious womanizer, wouldn't necessarily want to make loving, passionate eye contact with all of his conquests.

"So, Dr. Kinky-"

"No, it's doctor Urie, McKinky."

Jesus, you need a script. "So, Dr. Urie, do you have enough energy after all those lobotomies or whatever to rub a girl's clit? I bet my husband, the other Brendon, would touch me."

"Well, I would never even bother to compete with such a stellar man, but I can still try to get you off." His hands move between your thighs to touch your cunt. "Oh no, so much excess fluid here. I hope nothing's wrong." He puts a finger on your throbbing clit and feigns a sigh of relief, "Good, I've found a pulse." His touch is feather-light as he slowly strokes you. The contrast between his fast, hard thrusts and delicate strokes somehow enhances both of his actions.

"Oh, that's nice," you moan.

"You mind if I have you roll over? I still have to test your flexibility, and I'd love to do that with your legs on my shoulders."

"Fuck yeah."

He pulls out, and you get on your back; he gets you ready by situating the pillows underneath you. You rest a leg on either shoulder, and he thrusts in again. You don't want to admit it to him, but you feel like you'll need to come soon. The spikes of pleasure pulsing between your legs have been getting stronger and closer together, and now that you can see what you do to him, rather than just hearing his occasional grunts, you feel even closer to crossing that finish line.

"I'm observing some rapid contractions, Sexy. Should I note in your chart how close you are to coming all over me? Because it seems to me that you're failing your stamina and endurance evaluation," Dr. Urie teases.

You close your eyes to try to eliminate a source of the arousal, but you still feel painfully close to the edge.

Brendon inadvertently shifts a bit, and that does it. Your arousal peaks intensely, and you try to restrain your reactions on the off chance he doesn't notice. However, you're pretty sure he does notice your orgasm when his movements slow to a stop, and that's confirmed when he outright says it. "You just came," he states. It's not a question.

You nod, not bothering to deny it.

He pulls out, and you finally get to see his still-hard cock soaked with your wetness. "Well I suppose, we can run… further tests to reach a full diagnosis," he practically croons, pulling his scrub pants back on, and a wave of lust spreads from your stomach. Fine, the doctor thing is a little hot. "It's up to you though, I defer to your professional opinion."

"I think my exam is complete, actually, but I know you've been complaining of some pain in this region," you give his crotch a quick squeeze. "Do you mind stripping so I can investigate?"

He immediately takes off his coat, obviously excited, and gives it to you, so you put it on. "So, can you describe the pain?" You ask, putting a hand on his thigh.

"Kind of an ache, I guess?"

You squeeze his thigh, "And you'd say the pain is mainly here?"

"No, uh, um, to the right."

You squeeze his other thigh, "Oh, I see, right here?"

"No, not, um, my thigh."

"Sorry, I understand." You lay your hand flat on his stomach, still carefully avoiding his cock. "Your stomach must be hurting."

"Still not quite."

You clench your jaw in fake frustration. "Well, could you just show me where you need my attention, Doctor Urie?"

He shoves down his pants and grasps his leaking cock, groaning in relief when he starts to tentatively touch himself.

"Yes, very good, thank you. Would you say the ache subsides with stimulation?" You ask professionally.

Brendon nods and smirks a bit, "Yeah, you could say that."

"Well, I think you just need to achieve ejaculation," you diagnose.

"Is that, ah, covered under my insurance?" He asks cheekily, still jerking himself.

You laugh, going to dig the lubricant out, "Okay," you nudge his hand away, "leave this to the professionals." You pour the clear lube into your hand. "This may be a bit cold," you warn. He doesn't really need the lube, he's both leaking profusely and still slick from being inside you, but you want to keep up the "doctor vibes." You grasp him firmly and stroke quickly, trying to get him off as soon as you can. You kind of want to use your mouth, but you can't think of a good reason to within the roleplay. That's mostly fine, though, because you can tell he's about to come.

He comes all over your hand without warning a minute or so later. He shudders and groans, spurting twice more. You didn’t realize how worked up he was. Of course, you saw how hard he was, but to come this much from just jerking him off means he was really turned on. "Outstanding sperm production, sir," you say, crudely wiping him up with a tissue.

"Okay, no more doctor talk. My brain is too mushy," he groans.

You take off the coat and get into bed, cuddling against him. "If your brain is mushy, you probably should see a doctor."

He giggles. "So, would you do this again?"

You think for a second. "Well, I'd roleplay with you again, but you have to warn me next time. And probably not the doctor thing again. It was hot playing with you, but thinking about actual medical procedures is not my thing."

He yawns, "Noted about the warning you next time, and that's too bad. I was really looking forward to the oral exam. How big is your mouth? How's your swallow technique?" He says, half-jokingly.

"Hey, don't push it, or we're doing a prostate exam, and due to budget cuts to the hospital, we're going to be low on lubricant."

He cringes, "Point taken. I don't need a doctor roleplay; the next time I want a blowjob, I'll just ask."

You get out of bed and put on your pajamas. "Well, if it's in the next 45 minutes, your request is getting denied because Penny Lane, Bogart, and I are watching the real Grey's Anatomy in the theater while you're still too weak to complain about it. And this is a good time to tell you that my character is not actually a medical doctor. I have a PHD in film studies. I’m a fraud.”

His mouth drops open, "You're telling me that wasn't an official medical handjob?!"

"I trust that you'll get over this. Love you, babe."

He scowls but still mutters a quiet, “I love you too.”