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Going off the deep end by making a small comic for one of the ideas I had for Horrortown. We have fun here!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello. Could you please write a clarissa dovey x reader story,where reader is a never that always acts tough and cocky,but with dovey reader is like melting and lost in words?

Hi there anon! Absolutely, we can always use more Clarissa xReader content!! Found a song for this Fic too 😚 Hope you enjoy 😘

My Project ~Clarissa Dovey xFem Never!Student!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, age gap (all legal), implied previous smut, smut, kissing, eating out, implied future smut, mommy kink, praise kink, possession kink, flustering, implied degrading kink…, etc…

Enjoy (;

Your reputation was well known throughout the entire school. You’d been caught in many Ever and Never students beds plentiful times. You’d broken many hearts by now.

There even was a rumor that you had a goal of fucking in every common area in the school with a different student in each one… Hell, you were by far more of a player than any Ever or Never guy could ever be.

And what could you say? You were simply a truly wicked Never… And everything was going splendidly. Until a certain angelic dean with flowing gowns stepped up to the plate and decided to take you on for herself…

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It was still dark outside, and if you wanted to get back to your dorm without being caught, you had to leave this Ever girls room now… You collected your clothing, which had been thrown around everywhere in the heat of passion last night. You quickly redressed yourself and creaked the door open to sneak out. You snuck through the corridors, being as quiet as you could.

But as you rounded the last corner of the Ever castle, the one and only dean of good, Professor Dovey, was standing between you and the door to the outside. Hell, you almost crashed into her…

“Miss L/N…” the Professor Dovey sighed in disappointment, shaking her head slightly.

You gulped. Usually Professor Lesso caught and dealt with you. Not Professor Dovey…

“I don’t know what we’re going to do with you if you keep violating the schools rules like this…” she continued.

Goosebumps riddled your skin.

“Sorry Professor Dovey…” you muttered.

You’d never apologized for anything in your life before, what were you doing??

At your words, the deans face lightened and smile spread across her face.

“Well I’m glad to hear that…!” She exclaimed, “and please call me Clarissa when we’re alone, dear…”

Blush flushed your cheeks at her words.

“I… ok…” you chocked out.

You’d never been so off your game before… Especially with another woman…

“Why don’t I handle your punishment this time…?” Clarissa continued, “Afterall, it was one of my students that I would have caught you with tonight…” she teased.

Your breathing picked up and your heart rate spiked at the idea of being alone with this woman…

“I… sure…” you stuttered.

With that, Clarissa nodded and beckoned you to follow her. You went through the school and all the way up to her office. She closed the door behind you and you heard the click of the lock which only sent you spiraling even more…

“Take a seat, dear.”

You did as you were told as if it was second nature. Clarissa leaned against her desk. It now that you realized that the brunette goddess was in nothing but her nightgown. And you couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering…

“Why do you do what you do?” Clarissa asked, pulling you out from your reeling fantasies.

“Umm…What…?” You chocked out.

“Why do you sleep with all those students and break so many of their hearts…?” Clarissa asked again.

She was genuinely asking you…

“Um… I…” you muttered, looking away from her eyes in shame, “I don’t know…”

Clarissa leaned in closer to where you were sitting, “I have a theory…” she purred, her tone shfiting entirely.

Your breath hitched.

“You… You do…?”

“Yes.” She matter of factly stated, “Do I make you nervous, dear?”

“I… what…?” You chocked out.

“Do I make you nervous…?” Clarissa purred, leaning forward, placing her hand on either side of your chair and effectively trapping you in place.

Your mouth dropped and your brain short circuited at her close presence. Your eyes went from hers down to her delicious pink lips and back to her shimmering eyes. She leaned in even further, where her lips were mere inches away from your own.

“You’ll tell me if your uncomfortable…” Clarissa told you, gazing directly in your eyes and lightly licking her lips.

“Yes…” you whispered.

“Good girl…” she purred, closing the gap and connecting her lips to yours.

You moaned in response to her praise and action. Clarissa very directly yet gently led the kiss, it was no question that she was in charge. You were squirming underneath her hold.

At one point, she lifted you to your feet by your shirt collar and led you to straddle her lap on her desk chair, while continuing to make out with you the entire time. You were like fucking puddy in this woman’s lap. You were already grinding down on her lap, making Clarissa chuckle into the kiss.

“Good girls take what they’re given…” she husked in your ear.

Her words sent shivers down your spine. But it also sent a spike of courage into your veins.

This time you properly ground down on Clarissa’s lap, moaning into her ear in the process, “What if I don’t wanna be a good girl…?”

At your words, Clarissa met your gaze as her hand snaked to your clothed heat, where she skillfully teased your clit, while purring in your ear, “Oh Sweetheart…You’ll want to be a good girl or Mommy won’t let you cum…”

You groaned into Clarissa’s teasing your needy cunt. Then suddenly her fingers were back up and cupping you chin for you to look at her. Your body sparked with a new found electricity as you gawked at the audacity of this woman.

Who the hell was she..??

“I… yes mommy…” you finally whimpered, wanting nothing more than to do whatever the hell the woman in front of you asked.

Clarissa smiled lightly in response to your obedience.

“Why don’t we start by you putting that sweet tongue of yours to good use…” she purred, guiding you down to kneel on the floor in front of her.

“Yes mommy…” you breathlessly whimpered.

Clarissa hummed in satisfaction with your answer. Her hands guided yours in scrunching her nightgown up for your access. Your breath fled you when you saw that she wasn’t wearing an underwear. You looked up at the dean of good in disbelief and awe. You were met with a pair of lustful with a hint of mischievousness eyes.

“You’re not the only one who breaks a rule…” Clarissa teased, she then leaned even closer, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “Mommy’s more naughty than you think…” she husked.

You gulped and went red at her words. Clarissa then sat back in the chair, scooching her ass to the edge of the chair and spread her legs for you. Her delicate yet directive hand guided you closer to her throbbing pussy. You more than happily took to your new job, lapping away at the curly haired brunette’s folds.

“Oh God… That’s it, sweet girl…!” Clarissa moaned out, threading her fingers through your hair and pushing your face deeper into her cunt.

Your tongue worked the brunette all the way up to her climax and then back down. Once Clarissa had regained her composure a bit, and you had finished lapping up her juices, she brought your face back up to hers. Her lips connected to yours once more, allowing Clarissa to taste herself on her tongue. You both moaned into the kiss. Clarissa was the one to pull away, looking at you lovingly.

“Your my project now, you understand?” She purred.

You gulped and nodded breathlessly.

“Yes mommy…” you whispered.

“No one touches you anymore. You don’t touch anyone else. No one but mommy…” she husked in your ear, making you shudder.

“Your mine, sweet girl…” Clarissa wickedly purred.

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[spookystar29]

Sneak peak ...

She woke up with her nightgown glued to her skin, utterly salaciously beautiful images in her mind, and Leonora's name on her tongue.

Clarissa took a deep breath and ran a hand across her forehead. Her room, even though the windows were open, was sticky, and she knew the shortness of breath was not simply due to the dream she had just woken from. She was a summer-person through and through, but this was even too much for her. This and … the images.

Shower. She needed a shower, a cold one. It was late enough for her to actually not having woken in the middle of the night, the sky already lighting up, so she could use the extra time to take it slow.

Sitting down on the edge of the tub she tested the water filling it - first with her hand, them with her toe, then her whole left foot. She let a few droplets drizzle onto her leg, her other arm, to prepare her body for the cool temperature. It was nice. Soothing.

She trailed through the water once more, trickled it over her shoulder, her collarbones. Goosebumps errupted all over, and then -

Out of her own volition, she couldnt help but imagine Leonora's cold fingertips running down her spine, up again, caressing her shoulder, moving forward across her chest -

Clarissa took a deep breath as she felt her body respond.

No, not now.

This was the reason she tool this bath. To free herself from those exact thoughts.

For a few seconds, it was all fine. Then, her eyes focused on the droplets that made her skin look like adorned with tiny diamonds. What would it feel like on other places of her body, one particular ...

Her whole body hummed in anticipation, her cheeks warm and flustered with embarrassment - and the notion, the wondering of how far she could take it. Take herself.

Before she could chicken out, she lowered herself into the tup, and etched towards the bottom of the tub to hook her legs over the rim.

The stream hit her just right, too right, and she couldnt help the gasp escaping her. It was almost too much, but she resisted, knowing if she would scoot away now she would never. And it didn’t take long until she figured out the perfect angle, jolts of pleasure zipping through her body, tightening every muscle, her stomach pulling taunt.

Clarissa stared at the ceiling, preparing herself for ... she had no idea what.

This was nothing to be ashamed of. She had needs, physical ones, like anyone else.

This was nothing bad.

This was taking care of herself

Her hands clawed around the marble as she felt her body responding, moving, writhing, knowing exactly what it needed. Leonora had once told her she had the interesting ability of, no matter how clueless and innocent her brain was, her body knew exactly what to do and how to ask for it. Apparently … that was true. She refused to look down at herself, the thought alone of watching herself that way only one of her many insecurities and embarassments.

Her hips bucked, her thighs trembled, the ache between her legs growing. Clarissa pressed her lips together, refraining from making any noise - those were for Leonora only, the only time she wasn’t embarrassed by it.

Her hips moved out of their own volition, her clit pulsing with every droplet of water hitting her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, reimagining the dream, Leonora’s face, her voice, her mouth, everything. She shifted her weight, her right hand letting go of the tub, gliding down the front of her body without any detour.

More. She needed more …

"Clarissa?"

She nearly back-flopped into the shallow water. The bubble burst, and all the blood previously pooling between her legs shooting down into her face.

How did Emma -

"I'm sorry for barging in like this”; Emma’s voice sounded through the door. “I was concerned that you didn’t show up for breakfast …”

Had it been this long?

Steading herself, she took one, two deep breaths.

"I'm coming", she yelled back louder than probably necessary in order to hide her breathlessness. Then, stared at the stream between her knees. Huffed in frustration.

Or not. So much about that.

[rhiochel]

- In a winter day-

*Leonora and Clarissa overseeing the students playing in the snow*

Clarissa noticing goosebumps on Leonora’s neck: Dear

Leonora: Hmm??

*Clarissa pulling Leonora by the lapels and Leonora crouching down to level with her*

Clarissa putting her own scarf on Leonora: I told you one sweater is not sufficient in a weather as this, even for an ice queen like you. And where are your winter garbs? I swear I saw one the other day *keeps rambling about lost winter clothing*

*Leonora hearing muffled sounds, too entranced on Dovey’s beauty who’s fixing the scarf on her*

Leonora wordlessly pulling Clarissa in a hug, putting the rest of the long scarf on Clarissa: We can share

Clarissa: I thought evil doesn’t share

*Sophie, Agatha, and Emma fist bumping each other*

[carolslostglovee]

Jealousy Lady Lesso x FEM reader

Smut warning ⚠️

A/n you can also find me on Wattpad under the same username Requests are open to any Charlize charactersI'll write anything from smut to angst whatever my lesbians with crippling mommy issues want 💜✨

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You finally finished teaching your class as you relaxed into your seat and took a breath. It had been a long day of mensing nevers whether it was Hester trying to kill Sophie again or Anadil and horr bickering throughout class. You rose from your leather chair and grabbed your black thick cardigan that matches your dark velvet dress with matching black boots though you were a never you  always loved dressing nicely.

You made your way across the bridge to the good side getting a few weird looks from passing evers as you follow the path to doveys office. You finally reach the mahogany door and knock three times before you heard a cheery voice tell "come in" you reach for the Handel and open the door. "Hello "y/n" you smile "hey dove" despite you being a never teacher you and dovey have been close friends for years ever since the day you started you felt drawn to her. "How are you?" She questions sweetly "you know the same old chaos I swear I can't go one day without people trying to kill each other in my lesson" dovey giggles softly at your remark "your an never what do you expect?"  You roll your eyes to her comment playfully "how was your day anyways?" As dovey went on a tangent about how the ever girls were fussing over the evers ball coming  up.

meanwhile as this was happening Leonora had just finished her final class and had walked over to your classroom expecting you to be there as she entered she was confused assuming you just went to your shared room but she was disappointed to find you weren't there. As she walked around the school for evil lesso was getting impatient she had looked everywhere. She finally decided to give up and walked over to to good side of the school to ask dovey if shes seen you as she walked through the halls the evers shivered in fear parting out of her way until she reached doveys office. She didn't bother to knock and pushed the doors open to find you giggling as dovey was telling her something. A spike of jealousy rose within her as she was confused on why you were there with dovey of all people giggling at her jokes.

Her blood was boiling as you called down "oh hey Lessy" you say catching your breath she just raised an eyebrow at you gritting her teeth as you made eye contact with her. She was furious a look you knew to well you knew you were fucked. "Y/n I need to see you in my office" she strictly spoke as dovey looked at u as Lesso spoke "NOW" as she backed out the room chills ran down your spine as a familiar heat pooled in your stomach. Dovey laughed as she turned away from you to the window opening it "goodluck with that" she uttered as you stood up walking over to the door leaving with a small "bye Clarissa"

as you step out the door you felt a hand on your wrist as you look up to see Lesso dragging over the bridge to her office. As you enter she locks the door behind you as she pins you to the the wall. "Y/n y/n y/n" she whispers seductively into your ear. You gasp as you felt her lips on your neck as your eyes flutter shut. "jealous?" You question digging yourself in a deeper hole you loved when she was jealous. She stopped and looked at you deeply "on the desk now" she commands as you do as your told sitting on the dark wooded desk "I’m not jealous" she answers walking towards you removing her jacket and rolling up her sleeves. Embracing you into a deep heated kiss you whimper into it as she smirks at your response. She starts to take off your black cardigan the cold office hair sending goosebumps over your skin. Her arms trace over your body "i’ve been thinking about you all day. " She whispers into your ear tracing kisses on your jaw. You hook your arms around her neck "but when I came looking for you you were with that goodie two shoes dovey" her kisses became harsher as she clicked her fingers as your dress disappeared you shiver at the newly cold air tickling your skin as she kisses her way down your body as she reaches your breasts she reaches behind to unclasps your bra as she kisses harshly across one of your breasts taking your nipple into her mouth using her hand to care for the other. A soft moan escapes your lips she chuckles deeply as you grind your hips in search of any sort of friction "so needy" she places her fingers on your chin to make you look at her in the eyes "so pretty it's a shame I would of been nice" you pout looking up at her as you undo the top 4 buttons of her blouse exposing her black lace bra as your eyes dart down and back up to her eyes growing impatient you spoke "please " she starts playing with the hem of your underwear "what was that" a blush overtaking your face "please " she only hummed "please what y/n" she whimper "please fuck me mommy ruin me please" she smirks as she pushes your underwear to the side tracing her fingers through your pussy making her way to your clit as moans escape your mouth as you buried your head into the crook of her neck "fuck" you groan as she stops and steps away from you. you frown at the loss of contact as you open your eyes to see her now naked with a strap around her waist as you stare at the goddess before you she steps towards you "like what you see" you nod "beg for me darling" you felt like you were in heaven " fuck me mommy please I want you so bad please" with that she slid into you as a loud moan escapes from you as you adjust to her as she starts to  move deeper "fuck so good" you moan as you grind down as she picks up the pace fucking you fast and hard you lean back on the desk arching your back as you cover your mouth but Lesso was having non of it she uncovers your mouth "let me hear those pretty little noises" she utters and you were lost the only thing invading your mind was her fucking you "your doing so good baby" you whimper as she hits a point in you that felt so good your eyes roll back as you feel her fingers circle your clit. a knot in your stomach tightens "please fuck please let me cum please" you beg. She speeds up her movements as she counts down from 5 "fuck it feels so good" you moan "4 such a good little never for me" your eyes roll back "3" she picks up the speed again as a series of loud moans escape your mouth "2 you look so good beneath me" you shudder with pleasure "1 cum for me my sweet girl" with that you cum with a loud moan eyes rolled back as she continues her movements not giving you a break "oh my" you mutter within your moans as she kisses you. She brings her hands up and toys with our nipples and your gone again "fuck mommy" you moan into her mouth. As you come down from your high continuing the kiss breaking for a breath as your foreheads touch as you look into each other's eye "I love you y/n" you smile "I love you too Leonora"

[junikicker]

Under Her Spell Part 3 - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

Under Her Spell - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mention of scars

note: I hc her first name is Clarissa don't ask why I just do

word count: 2.3k

You woke up in the morning to the birds tweeting outside as the sun tickled your scarred skin. You were about to sit up when you noticed a weight on your chest. You smiled at the sight. Lady Bellaston looked so peaceful asleep.

You brought your hand up, gently running your fingers through her soft hair. This had been the first night in months you had slept through. Her presence seemed to soothe something inside of you, seemed to soothe your soul.

You felt her breathing change, indicating she was starting to stir awake. You smiled as a soft frown made its way to her face, eyes starting to flutter open. “Good morning, my lady.” You spoke softly, your voice raspy from sleep.

“Mhm.” She mumbled in response, too lazy to mutter out more words. “Did you sleep well?” You asked her, your hand traveling from her hair to her neck, drawing patterns on her pale skin.

“Would you like some breakfast, Lady Bellaston?” You asked, going back to running your hands through her hair. She smiled. “I believe we are far enough into whatever this is for you to stop calling me that.” She gently spoke.

“What should I call you instead, Lady Bellaston?” You teased, looking down at her adoringly. “Call me Clarissa.” She replied. It was only now that you noticed the rasp in her voice. Immediately, it became your new favorite sound. “Clarissa...” You said, smiling. “That’s a lovely name.” You decided, looking at the ceiling.

“Only when you say it.” Clarissa smiled.

“So, Clarissa. Breakfast?” You asked, getting back to the initial conversation topic. “That sounds very appealing.” She hummed. “I shall be back then.” You said, starting to get up. “You don’t have people for that?” Clarissa asked, sitting up, not bothering to cover her chest. You had a hard time not to look at it.

“Darling, no one knows about this place other than me and my friend Charles. How am I to hire people if this place doesn’t even exist on the papers?” You explained to her. You saw the hint of a blush on her cheeks as the word ‘darling’ left your lips.

“In that case, I might as well accompany you.” She decided and you smiled, watching her get out of bed, completely bare. “Would you like a robe, my lady?” You asked her, seeing goosebumps appear on her skin as the cold air hit her body completely. “Mhm.” She hummed, stretching her arms above her head, hands almost reaching to the ceiling. You went over to the wardrobe next to the window and pulled out a dark blue, silken robe, draping it over your left arm before walking back up to her.

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and slipped on the robe. “Looks much better on you than it does on me.” You smiled back at her, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I highly doubt that, Y/n.” She whispered back.

When you heard your own name, it usually made you cringe. You were rarely called by that name, it somewhat sounded like another person’s name. But when she said it. When she said your name, it made you feel like it was your own.

You were pulled out of your small trance when Clarissa pulled you in for a kiss, one hand holding onto your chin, while the other lingered against your bare chest, nails gently tracing your scars. You had felt a bit vulnerable, falling asleep next to her like this, showing your scars. But she seemed to cherish them like they were some kind of treasure.

You prepared breakfast for her in the kitchen, she sat on a chair across the stove, observing you carefully, following your movements. “Who taught you to cook?” She inquired, leaning onto the counter, one arm holding up her head.

“Charles’ wife, Clorinda Morrissey. She owns a tea room just outside of London. I spent some time at their place for a change of place. Finding a new perspective to look upon a book that I was writing.” You shared, cutting up some vegetables.”You’re a writer?” Lady Bellaston inquired further, still carefully observing your movements.

“Ah, yes. Well, I suppose not really?” You said. “Why the change of scenery?” She asked, truly intrigued by the topic. “They live closer to the countryside, you see. No greater place to find poetry than in nature, is there?” You explained as you finished preparing the meal.

“A poet, huh? I wonder what the Viscount has to say about that.” She asked you in a teasing manner. “It is more of a hobby to him. God forbid if I actually sell them for good money someday. Other than that he believes nothing will ever come close to the works of William Shakespeare.” You explained and she nodded in response. “Although Shakespeare is indeed a very skilled writer.” You admitted.

“I shall be the judge of that.” Clarissa decided. “I own loads of Shakespeare. Have read even more.”

“What would you like to hear?” You asked, plating the meal. “Surprise me.” She requested, smiling. You thought for a moment before starting to recite a work that you had started a few weeks ago.

“Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.” You started, looking into Clarissa’s captivating green eyes. “In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan.” Your voice was soft but clear. A bit of a rasp was noticeable, still a bit tired. “Memory. All alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days. Life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory love again.” You delivered the poem more song-like. It had always been more of a sonnet in your mind.

“Hmm.” Clarissa hummed, eyes closed as she absorbed the soft sound of your voice. “Melancholic. Something about time passing and the transience of life. Forgotten by the people around you while longing to feel loved again. Perhaps for the first time.” Clarissa interpreted your words, getting up from her seat across from you. “The importance of the past in regards of shaping the future.” She smiled and kissed your lips. “You have a wonderful voice, dear.” She complimented you and you blushed a bit. “Thank you, Clarissa.” You smiled back and handed her one of the two plates.

“You are very skilled with your tongue,” She said smirking, “Handling words so well… Shakespearean, one might say.” She teased you. “And you, my dear Clarissa. Are a very skilled interpreter.” You teased her back. “And judging by last night, I do agree on the matter of my skilled tongue.”

The two of you enjoyed your meal in comfortable silence. Both of you could sense the electricity in the air, knowing it would only be a matter of time until Lady Bellaston’s robe and your pants would be on the floor.

And sure enough, a good fifteen minutes later, the empty plates were long forgotten as you undid her robe, as you had her trapped against the counter.

You slid your hands up her thighs, picking her up easily, and placed her down on the counter. Her hands instinctively wrapped around your neck, pulling you in as close as possible.

Her hand in your hair was sending shivers down your spine as you started pressing kisses to her neck. The next kiss was both long and short lasting. You both longed for it to be longer but you both suffered from the lack of oxygen. You moaned into her mouth as you rejoined your lips with hers and her tongue slipped into your mouth. She was intoxicating.

“You’ve learned a lot.” You teased her, leaving soft kisses along the line of her knife-sharp jaw. “Tell me you want me, Clarissa.” You whispered into her ear.

“I don’t want you.” She said, pushing you off her neck. “I need you. Really, really bad.” She said a smug smile on her face.

Immediately, you pushed her thighs apart, standing between them. She looked down at you with lust-blown eyes.

She arched her back into you, just for the sake of being as close to you as possible. You couldn’t get enough of her, she was like some kind of drug. So addicting, but making you feel so much joy inside.

Your eyes flickered up to her as you smirked. “Let me take care of you, darling.” You whispered, hands running up and down her luscious thighs. You started kissing her again, softer this time. As if you were trying to tell her something.

The blonde’s head fell back suddenly as you watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as you pushed two fingers inside her, curling them gently as you started at a slow, steady pace. Moans spilled from her mouth like a waterfall. You couldn’t help but look at the woman’s face, eyes falling close as she let the pleasure you were providing her with wash over herself.

“Dear lord, Y/n. I-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence properly, but you already knew what she was going to say as you felt her starting to clench around your fingers.

You added a bit more pressure onto her sensitive bundle of nerves, getting her even closer to the edge. She cried out as she tightened around your fingers even more. “Please, can I-” You didn’t let her finish her sentence. Instead, you hungrily pressed your lips onto hers.

You increased the pace once again, that seemed to have been it for her. She arched her back and her front was pressed to yours as her high overcame her. Her eyes were shut tight as she tried to catch her breath afterward.

You pulled her into a deep and loving kiss.

“Can you show me how to…?” Clarissa asked once she had fully calmed down while you pressed soft kisses all over her body.

“I would love to.” You smiled and helped her down the counter. Easily, you picked her up and carried her up the stairs, back into the bedroom where things had started last night.

You instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed, before walking up to her, coming to a halt between her legs. “Help me with these, darling?” You asked her, referring to your pants.

Instinctively, she followed your request and undid your pants, hands slightly shaking with nervousness. “Don’t be nervous, Rissa. It’s just me.” You smiled at her softly. A warmth overcame the older woman at the new nickname. As soon as your pants were on the floor, Clarissa started eyeing you up as if you were raw meat. “Like what you see?” You asked her teasingly, a blush crept up her cheeks at the thought of being caught staring. But she couldn’t help it. Even if she tried. She found herself so captivated by your uniqueness and beauty, that she wouldn’t dare tear her eyes off you even for a moment.

You came around the bed, placing yourself against the headboard, patting the opening between your legs for her to fill. Immediately, she complied, rushing to plant herself between your thighs. Then you felt her lips on yours. At first, the kiss was calm and caring, but it developed into rushed and heated rather quickly.

“Explore me. Mark me up, darling.” You instructed her. “Start with my lips and move down south.”

She immediately obliged, eager to please you for the first time. She began peppering kisses all over your face, coming back to your lips every now and then. She then moved down to your neck and collar bone. When she hit your pulse point, you gasped slightly and she immediately drew back, only to be met by your lust-blown eyes.

“Don’t stop, darling.” You breathed. “Bite down on that spot, beautiful.” And she did as you told her, teeth grazing your pulse point, eventually gently biting down on it, retrieving a strangled moan in return. She could feel the vibration on her face.

She continued to explore your body, hands roaming all over your body as she caressed the scars from your surgery with gentle kisses, your hand was tangled in her hair now, holding a firm grip. “Hmm. I need you.” You hummed out as her kisses traveled to your stomach, hips bucking when she dips her tongue into your belly button.

“Come straddle my lap, darling...” You husked and she came right up, trapping you against the headboard. “Let’s start easy, shall we?” You asked her, caressing her cheek gently, she nodded barely. You gently got a hold of her hand, guiding it down to your throbbing heat.

On her own, she dragged a finger through your folds, making your head fall back in a silent scream. “Inside.” You whimpered, trying to contain your moans and she easily slipped one finger inside your core, her lips leaving hot kisses on your neck.

She added another finger and quickened her pace, leaving you gasping before a low moan escapes your mouth when she hist a special spot inside you. She smirked and curled her fingers inside you, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through your body. You were barely able to kiss her back at that point, your mouth becoming useless against hers.

“Oh, God!” You moaned when she pushed her thump against your bundle of nerves, thighs starting to close. “Don’t you dare.” She whispered, using her knee to keep your legs open. With one last curl of her fingers, your legs started to shake and your body started quaking with pleasure.

“Dear god, I don’t even know what more to teach you.” You chuckled as she fell down next to you, once you had recovered. “I have learned form the best.” She chuckled back.

You would love to stay like this with her for eternity. But something inside you told you that it would be pure luck if you could.

[tlbodine]

Overthinking: Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For is Goosebumps #12, released in October of '93. It's one I was dimly aware of as a kid but avoided, I think, because it has one of the weaker covers in the series and something about it just put me off. (The reason may be that the art isn't Tim Jacobus but rather Stanislaw Fernandes - a one-off done to cover for Jacobus who was on vacation during production time. No shade to Fernandes, it's fine artwork, it just doesn't look like Goosebumps.)

Which is a real shame, because if I had read this at a certain age, I might have gone utterly feral for it. Then again, I might have found it too painfully frustrating to appreciate. Hard to say for sure.

Let's overthink it.

First, the Plot: Samantha Byrd is the tallest person in her class, which has painted a target on her back because she is also a klutz. She was scouted for the basketball team but lacks athletic talent. She's awkward and clumsy and perpetually being tormented by the other kids, especially arch-nemesis Judith and her henchman Anna.

In one day, Judith trips Sam on purpose, spills pudding all over her new shoes, and "accidentally" knocks her out at basketball practice. She also keeps calling her "Stork" and saying, "Why don't you just fly away, Byrd?" No wonder Sam hates her!

One day, Sam is coming home from school and encounters a strange woman near the woods. The woman, whose name is Clarissa, asks for help finding a particular street, and is so grateful for Sam's assistance that she offers to grant three wishes when they arrive at their destination. Sam laughs it off, insisting it's unnecessary, but Clarissa insists and Sam ultimately blurts out that she wants to be the strongest person on the basketball team.

The wish is granted, but of course not the way she wants. She IS the strongest person...because everyone else is so exhausted they can barely keep their eyes open, much less play. They soundly lose their game and the next day, the rest of the team calls out sick with a mystery flu.

Worrying that they will only get worse and not wanting blood on her hands if they die, Sam tries to check in on Judith. Judith is intensely suspicious and accuses her of being a witch and cursing them. While this isn't wholly inaccurate, it pisses Sam off and, in frustration, she yells that she wishes Judith would just disappear.

Clarissa appears basically out of nowhere and says, very well, I'll undo your last wish and do this wish instead. Predictably, this also goes badly: instead of Judith disappearing, everyone disappears. Sam is the only person left in the whole world.

Clarissa shows back up and says, hey, I figured you might regret that wish, so I'll offer you a do-over. So Sam thinks carefully and wishes for everything to go back exactly how it was. Except she can't resist adding a twist: Judith thinks Sam is the coolest person in the world.

Enter a reality where Sam is as klutzy and unpopular as ever, but Judith hangs on her every word, copies everything she does, and stalks her obsessively to spend time together day and night. We all saw this coming, but Sam goes from amused to irritated to panicky.

She goes to find Clarissa, Judith trailing after her, and manages to find her and chew her out for ruining all her wishes. Clarissa says she's doing her best and has tried to be helpful and reward her for her kindness, and seems pretty offended that Sam is so angry. She only owes her three wishes, but as a kindness she offers one more.

Sam, irritated, decides that the best punishment for Judith would be to curse her with the same life-ruining power as she's been grappling with, so she tells Clarissa: I wish I never met you and Judith met you instead!

Sam sees Judith talk to Clarissa. She hears, "Fly away, Byrd." And then she calmly eats a worm and spreads her wings and flaps away, oblivious to what might be the matter....

Overthinking It: As Sam is narrating about being the tallest person in her class, clumsy, aggressively recruited for sports she has no natural talent for, disliked and mistreated by her classmates, relentlessly bullied by other girls for no apparent reason, with hair she doesn't like and an overall appearance she's self-conscious of, I actually said aloud to my audiobook: is this girl me?

Which makes me deeply sympathetic to Sam's plight, even as I shake my head with the benefit of hindsight. You fool. Happiness will never be found at the point of this vengeful spear.

Judith is clearly focused on Sam, but Sam is obsessed with Judith. She cannot conceive of happiness that does not include punishment for Judith. Given the opportunity -- repeatedly -- to improve her life, she can't think beyond what's right in front of her, and she can't let go of her anger long enough to realize she could have anything she wants. All she can think about is Judith standing in her way. And that is, in the end, her undoing.

What's ironic here is that Sam could have two potential paths to success: she could have taken direct action and simply wished Judith out of existence (much as Judith did), or she could have wished to be improved in her own right ("I wish I were a great basketball player"). But that's not what Sam wants. What Sam really wants is to be herself, but to be accepted and appreciated for who she is, by the one person in the world who is incapable of doing that. (and again, I say....Sam, are you me?)

The trope of the corrupted wish is a very old one. It takes a lot of forms. Often the issue is that the wish has unintended consequences or comes at a higher price than the wisher realized. What's going on with Clarissa is much funnier, though: It seems that these wishes are being poorly implemented, and not even on purpose.

If we are to believe what she says, Clarissa isn't actually trying to teach Sam a lesson about priorities or loving herself -- she actually just kind of sucks at doing magic. Which is hilarious and frankly terrifying in its own way. Whenever we see stories about magical beings and all-powerful deities causing calamity, we always assume malice. Isn't it so much more frightening to live in a world where vastly powerful forces wielding inhuman abilities are simply incompetent?

If You Liked This, THESE Will Really Give You Goosebumps:

Perhaps the OG example of corrupt wishes as a horror trope is the W. W. Jacobs story "The Monkey's Paw", where an artifact is cursed to grant wishes with terrible consequence. The story has been adapted multiple times in different ways, so take your pick.

In a similar vein is Richard Matheson's story "Button, Button" later adapted as "The Box" as a film and a Twilight Zone episode. Like The Monkey's Paw, it tells the story of a wish for financial wealth that comes at the expense of a loved one's life.

For a more direct take on the corrupt wish genre, try the horror franchise Wishmaster, where an evil genie wants to unleash hell on earth. You may also enjoy It's a Wonderful Knife, where a girl wishes she'd never been born and her town falls victim to a serial killer she once saved it from.

Not a horror, precisely, but the film Bedazzled is this, sort of - a man makes a Faustian bargain with the devil and gets wishes in return. There was a 1960s original or 1990s with Brendan Fraser that I quite like.

For a horror movie with similar vibes but a different central mechanic, try Happy Death Day, wherein a girl is trapped in a time loop until she can identify her killer.

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Kinda 👀 Prompts || Selectively accepting !

@dynamoprotocol sent: [TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party (Chance, for Rick)

The dinner had been Jerry's idea. For what occasion? Rick's guess was as good as any. He hadn't cared enough to remember or even just to listen when his son-in-law had suggested the outing to the family. The man's voice alone tended to make him feel like his brain cells were dying, so he already did his best to tune it out, unless it was strictly necessary for him to acknowledge whatever he was saying.

In that particular case, the only thing that had caught his interest, for the briefest moment, had been that his son-in-law had explicitly invited Chance to the dinner, and that had been enough to convince him to attend, instead of making up an excuse and dragging Morty on a random adventure. To be fully honest, he disliked how Jerry seemed to hypocritically like Chance better than he ever had liked Clarissa just because he was nicer to him that she had ever been, but that didn't change the fact that the other man was part of the family.

And that, more importantly, Rick wanted him to feel like he was.

Thus, there they were, the six of them, sitting around the table of some forgettable restaurant. The food didn't suck, but it was still bland and, even worse, the wine was blander, fact that was driving Rick crazy. He had even tried to mix the content of his flask with it, but the result had been utterly disappointing.

Not that he had been expecting more from a place that Jerry had picked.

Needless to say, Rick had been wanting to leave the very same moment he had crossed the threshold. And he might have actually done that, if it hadn't been for Morty forcefully grabbing him by the sleeve and pulling him to the table. Thus how he had ended up sandwiched between his grandson and his romantic partner, with no easy escape route in sight.

Ice blue eyes travelled to the opposite side of the table, where Jerry was chatting about something no one really cared about. He was pretty sure that no one was listening to him, even if Beth and Chance were making an effort to pretend to be paying attention. The rest of them just couldn't be bothered to do even just that.

Yet, even building up an obvious wall of indifference, depriving his son-in-law of the attention he so much craved, was enough to make up for the mind-numbing boredom Rick had been forced into. If he had to stay there without causing a scene for the sake of it, then he had to find another way to keep himself entertained. And he would accept no protests on that point.

His gaze bounced from one member of the family to the next, as he tried to decide who should be his target. Usually, he wouldn't have hesitated to pick Morty, but with Chance there with them and within his arm's reach...How could he not take advantage of that? Besides, he felt like he was owed the chance to fondle his lover a little, since they had been interrupted before they could even start that morning.

He could still recall oh-so-vividly the feeling of the other man's body against him, firmer than it had once been, with more angles and less curves, but just as beautiful and arousing. If he focused hard enough, he could still taste the other man on his tongue and hear their laboured breaths mixing.

And the heat, so inhumanly intense, sipping through his skin together with the ever-present sparks of electricity that had goosebumps forming on his arms.

Had he had less self-control, he might have gotten a little visibly riled up just by reliving the memory.

A sly smirk curled his lips, but he hurried to hide it behind his glass of cheap wine, so that he could casually land a hand on his lover's leg, near his knee. The touch was light and almost playful, and could have easily been mistaken for something comforting or affectionate. Very innocent, all in all.

But, of course, it didn't stay like that for long.

It started with a little squeeze, slightly too tight and lingering not to catch the attention, but it still deserved the benefit of doubt, just as the caress they followed. At least until Rick's hand moved past the half of Chance's thigh, now close enough to his crotch not to be suspicious.

And the second squeeze that followed, with his fingers digging in the muscle in a way that was openly suggestive, revealed without a doubt what sort of game the scientist wanted to play.

He leant towards the other man, a low chuckle, to quiet for anyone else to hear it, leaving his throat. His voice was, in kind, just a whisper, meant to remain between the two of them. Yet, that didn't stop his words from sounding oh-so-filthy.

"W-Wanna make a bet, baby? 'C-Cause I'm confident enough tha-that I can make this boring ass lunch into something fun? M-Maybe even a little challenging..."

[theascent]

clarissa was five when the seas became their home; permitting perilous ocean waves to lull them to sleep, the sounds of their ailing bunkmate manifesting as a series of macabre nightmares. and still, this treacherous venture to their father's homeland, their new home, sowed the seed of pure moxie - of adventure. but if the princess could count on anything, it'd be for her spirit to always fail her. even now, more than two decades since she took up residence in europe. they could thrust a sword better than any of their siblings. puncture the center of a target with a lead bullet with their eyes closed. always outrun. always out-climb. yet this man, the one whose rough hand hauled the younger royal to their feet, whose scent prompted an array of goosebumps to rise from her soft skin, whose image alone elicited a damn near physical shiver. a thrill. excitement. unadulterated delight. this was a man who had seen things. done things. what she lacked - the experience - he seemed to carry with him. he was a stranger, but somehow clarissa just knew. "thank you," they breathed, umber eyes taking in the sight of weathered skin, "are you alright? i don't mean to pry, but your wrists..."

one tends not to spend much time in a palace crawling with those who would wish you dead - those who would wish to see it happen by their own hand. already, zehab had tested his fate && his luck by simply breathing the same air as the english royals - but any further sight before he had decided what to do would threathen everything.

so; outside is where he stayed, always a bit unsure how to call himself. the past was blurred with the present, and zehab felt a combination of the men he'd come to be over the years. perhaps dorado felt best, now - or he craved only an escape from the choice he'd yet to make. prone to distractions when it came to the matters of the heart, zehab was taken by the sight of them perched precariously up on the wall - perhaps he should've warned sooner, but a chuckle left his lips now. " careful. it gets slick up by those stones, due to the moss. the dew drops 'n what. "

a warning they'd have no time to heed now, flat on their back with eyes gazing a him now. " let me help you up. " a hand was extended to them now - strong && leathered, tanned and gashed on the wrist from a recent rope burn. he was a sailor, and still smelt of salt.

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Some Great 90′s Family Shows

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TV Shows Growing Up

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90′s Girl!

[werewolfinthelivingroom]

Monster High x Goosebumps Design Project Batch 5!

This time we have three classic run students and a surprise from the short run Hall of Horrors!

- Haddie Trixx the Daughter of Amaz-o from Bad Hare Day!

- Clarance Crystal, Son of Clarissa the Crystal Woman from Be Careful what you wish for!

- Lassie Murkin, aka Boof, the Adopted daughter of that doctor that turned dogs into kids for childless parents in My Hairiest Adventure!

- Emmy.v.02.04, the Successor to Emmy from Don't Scream!

[baby-grayson]

Dirty Little Secret| Intro | Ethan

Word Count: 1.4 k

Summary: Felicity, an otherwise plain girl with hopes of being a great writer, does one bold thing at a music festival. The thrill of her one bold thing comes back to bite her the next morning.

She was aroused by the wet cold of the bathroom sink against her bare thighs. His hands ran hungrily up and down her thighs, from the skin that her skirt exposed: the flimsy fabric riding up as she straddled him from the counter. His thumbs sank into her, as if trying to pin her down in front of him. From outside, the sound of guitars and screams were muffled by the sound of his hot breaths against her neck.  She craned, exposing more skin and letting him have access to her collarbone from under her thin tank top. His kisses were wet, he pressed his tongue against her skin like he was licking sweet honey: trying not to let a single drop escape from his lips. His hands pulled her closer: wrapping around her thigh and the small of her back to press her chest along his torso. She pulled at his hair, whimpering into his ear. Making desperate, low, sexual sounds. She didn’t usually do this so soon after meeting someone: much less on the counter of a public bathroom at the Semester Kick Off Music Festival. 

For a second, she felt a shadow of guilt as she tried to remember his name. Evan? No. Ethan? Yes, definitely Ethan and it felt very good to have Ethan’s tongue gliding down her neck and teasing the top of her cleavage. If her mind was clouded by idea the idea that hooking up with a stranger was wicked, all of her thoughts were swept away in the bodily storm that was Ethan. She dropped her hands down, hanging them from his back pockets as he leaned further into her and started his tongue back up to her mouth.  She took it gladly, welcoming his tongue by sliding her own across his and feeling nothing but naughty pleasure at the sensation of the hard bulge in his pants resting near her thigh. She pulled back from their kiss, his lips swollen and pink. He was heaving ever so softly and looking down at her: a single tank top strap had fallen to the side of her shoulder in his embrace. She licked her lips and darted her eyes down to his package. She played with her tongue in her mouth for a moment while his swollen lips turned into a smirk. 

Who knows what would have resulted, had a body not barreled through the bathroom door and wretched into a toilet stall.

Something about a stranger puking three feet away from her really ruined the mood of the one sexy tryst of her college career. 

She unhooked her hands from Ethan’s back pockets and sat up straight on the bathroom counter, erecting her posture. Ethan’s smirk turned into a small frown as she reached to pull up her fallen strap and realign her top to better cover her chest. She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the mess under her fingertips and looking up at him. 

He knew the moment was ruined. He knew he wasn’t getting it back. Despite everything that he wanted. His face tied strings of disappointment and frustration into a neat package of a gentlemanly facade.

She pushed forward on the counter and he stepped back, giving her enough room to dismount the sink and straighten her skirt. He looked in the mirror to analyze his own disheveled hair and the tease of his underwear peaking through wear she pulled his pants low. 

“That was uh--” she cursed herself for not having more experience, “that was good.” She mentally kicked herself, feeling awkward and unprepared for this moment. She wished desperately for an understanding of the feminine mystique, but instead she was only grossed out by the water from the bathroom floor seeping into shoes shoes.  “Yeah,” he moved in the mirror to fix his hair, “That--” she didn’t hear him finish his sentence as she swiftly pushed through the bathroom door..

She quickly found a trashcan to lean on, not minding the nauseating smell of vomit and booze in her delirious state. She felt a rush move through her, something invigorating. She felt like she had obtained the unobtainable for a girl like her: plain, average, and oh so blasé.

Making out with a stranger in the bathroom at a music festival was the most daring thing she’d done in 20 years. Not just any stranger, a hot stranger. She bit your lip and nearly moaned thinking back to it: she must have looked like intoxicated by something strong to a passing stranger.  “Felicity--Hey Felicity!” her friends called out from across the pavilion, worried by her sudden disappearance half an hour earlier. She darted her head up to find them, knocking her out of her trance. She shook her head, trying to find reality again from wherever her mind had wandered to when she was with Ethan. She bounced back to them, giggling and swaying with her dirty, little secret. 

She wore the high of the moment under her skin as a secret veil of confidence on the first day of school. After years of fading into the background, she’d done one bold thing. The feeling of his hands on her skin felt like too real a memory throughout the day. If she closed her eyes, she remembered what his voice sounded like against her neck. She remembered finger tips dragging along her inner thighs and his warm mouth at the start of her cleavage. She got goosebumps waiting in line for her morning coffee.

There was something addicting about feeling desirable.

The burn of the hot coffee on her tongue didn’t bother her as she nearly soared to the first class of her senior year in college. She flipped through her phone, scrolling across Instagram pictures of her friends on their first last day—she made a mental reminder to take a photo with the school mascot for fun. She considered searching “Ethan” blindly into the social network maze; if he was at the semester festival then he surely went to school with her, might even have some friends in common. But no, she decided not to search up her illustrious , seductive Ethan: he was best as a naughty, dauntless memory.

Looking down at a picture of her old lab partner and his roommates, her phone pinged with the first email of the semester. Her boots clacked against the pavement as she proceeded to stroll to class. She opened the email and read:

“Dear EN 4121: Shakespearean Rhetoric;

I am both sorry and elated to inform you that last night I went into pre-term labor. My newborn son, Matthew, and myself are doing wonderfully. But on account of my hospitalization, I have asked your TA to instruct today’s course-- and future courses hitherto. They will give you details, but I am expecting you all to pair up in preparation to critique each other’s very detailed analysis. I’m unsure of how long my maternity leave will be (likely at least the first half of your semester) but I am sure you are in trusty and faithful hands. I can’t wait to see all the excellent work that you do.

Regards,

Professor Clarissa Barnes”

She wondered if this was a good email or not. Barnes would supposed to be the toughest teacher around, but she was allegedly a hoot in class— acting out plays and using stuffed animals for props. She was weighing the development in her mind when she opened the classroom door and found a seat next to her  friend, Jasmine.

Jasmine immediately started chattering about her boyfriend Rowland and plans for the semester. Felicity brought her laptop out of her back and rested it on the desk, settling herself in and nestling her coffee cup at the edge of the table. She nodded along happily to Jasmine’s excited chatter. But Jasmine’s quick paced tone halted immediately when she noticed Felicity’s face, “are you alright?”

Her face has gone pale and she breathed in an unsure breath. Her left eye twitched. There was no way—this had to be a dream...or a nightmare. 

As Ethan turned around from writing “TA- Ethan Dolan” on the whiteboard he immediately found her in the crowd. His jaw formed a perfect o shape and he pushed his shoulders back, trying to feign professionalism. She was sure he recognized her when he muttered, “Oh God”

[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

Clarissa and Silena singing together literally gives me goosebumps every time.

Now at camp we win

Be the champion

The last olympian standing!

We'll make our parents proud

Make our voices loud

Rise above the crowd we're commanding!