#ignore my real name shhh

[nugatorysheep]

Good question -

Thank you so much @gaudess-schmoddess for getting this for me and @novantinuum for recording it <3

[arolesbianism]

I’ve drawn a decent amount of isat au eternal gales but yknow what I haven’t drawn? Eternal gales au isat. Don’t look at me.

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Omega helping the reader try to plan the reader's wedding to whichever Batcher of your choosing and the batcher is in the other room overhearing everything.

Wedding Planning

Hunter x Reader

Summary- Now that Hunter has popped the question, you and Omega start planning the wedding! Little do you know, Hunter overhears and falls a little more in love. This is a part 2 to 'Marry Me?'

Part one right here! And Part Three right here!

A/N- Trust the process, romantic fluff near the end <3. Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind I took this opportunity to make a sequel to my most popular fic! To understand parts of this fic, you will need to read part one!

Word Count- 1,498

Your ring rested heavy on your finger. It wasn't anything fancy, not that you needed it to be, it was just a new feeling. While you hadn't had any jewelry allowed on Kamino- now that you had an engagement ring, you'd never go back.

"Omega wants you to finish putting her to bed, Hunter." You called to Him, entering the cockpit. His face lit up, you didn't know the real reason quite yet.

He nodded and headed back to her 'room' to put her to bed. You smiled, continuing to turn to Crosshair and Wrecker.

Though you couldn't hear them, the two people you loved most began their 'good-nights.'

"Holding up okay, kid?" He asked Omega, pulling her blanket up.

She gave a quick nod, "I... I missed you." She leaned closer, Hunter pushed back a piece of her hair.

"I think I missed you more..." She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment.

With a deep breath, Hunter started. "I know it's late, but I have to ask you something."

She found a new type of energy at his words, slightly sitting up. Much to Hunters dismay.

"What?" She was giddy, knowing it was good news from Hunters body language.

"How would you feel if I asked," Your name felt unreal on his lips, he was still getting used to having you back at his side, "to marry me?"

Her eyes grew wide, almost as big as her grin. She shuffled quickly, the blanket pooling at her waist. "Oh my gosh, yes! Please ask her!"

"Shhh, shh. It's still time for you to go to bed." He regretted asking so late, but he was eager to pop the question.

"How am I supposed to sleep after you've told me you're going to propose!"

Hunter gently guided her back into bed, pulling the blanket back up. "I know, I know. Can you keep the secret until tomorrow?"

She gave a vigorous nod, the covers resting at her chin.

He leaned down, pressing the ghost of a kiss on her forehead. Much like a father would. "I'm going to ask her tonight, but you need to try and get some rest. Promise you'll try?"

With a smile, she agreed. Even with the news, she was still exhausted.

You frequently thought back to the day Hunter got down on one knee in the middle of the ship for you. Your heart warmed every time, fidgeting with your ring.

"It's so pretty..." Omega commented. Just two weeks later you all found yourselves on Pabu. Rested and resupplied.

You were both crammed into her closed off space. You ignored the gunman seat, choosing to lay with her on the floor.

She had a grasp on your hand, analyzing the band. The twinkle in her eye matched the gem. "Thank you, Hunter has pretty good taste, don't ya think?"

She giggled, letting you have your hand back. You gave another glance at the ring you'd been staring at for days.

She rolled over, facing the ceiling, arms sprawled out. With a light sigh she began, "When will you have your wedding?"

You leaned back as well, one of your arms overlapping hers. "I...I guess I haven't thought about it too much. I'm content just finding an officiant tomorrow." All you needed was Hunter, who cares if you had a fancy wedding?

Apparently Omega, as she jumped up, "What! No, we have to have a ceremony by the shore! It'd be perfect!"

You laughed at her reaction. "This is no laughing matter!" She pointed a finger in your direction, "This is serious!"

"Omega, I have Hunter. A huge wedding will not change my love for him." She humphed and settled back down.

"What's the point of marriage if you don't have a wedding!" To be frank, Omega had never been to a wedding. Only reading about them in the books Nala Se allowed her, or hearing about them through her travels.

"I think marriage shows our devotion to each other. That we'll never part." You craned your head to look at her, she rolled her eyes at your confession. This caused you to let out another smirk.

Now, she was really getting annoyed. Giving your lips a swipe with your tongue, "Ya know, maybe having a small ceremony wouldn't be bad. But, I would need a maid of honor. Know anyone?"

Her smile reappeared fast, "Are you asking me to be your maid of honor!"

"I couldn't think of anyone better..." She shuffled to throw herself on you, giving you a big hug.

You squeezed her tight, just before a loud gasp came from her, "What?"

"The dress!" She yelled, "What will you wear! We have to see if Shep knows someone who can make you one!"

Her energy was contagious, you were starting to get excited too. "I want a ballgown dress...Oh and I could have off the shoulders lace, maybe even a train, but not too long. I'd hate to trip on it." Okay, maybe you had put a little thought into a wedding.

She was practically bouncing on her heels, now on her knees hovering over you. You still laid on your back, day dreaming about dresses.

"What color do you want your dress Omega?"

"I get to pick?" She questioned.

"Of course you can, sweetie." You could see the gears turning in her head. She was going to think on what style she wanted for a while.

You sat up, leaning against her side. "How would Batcher fashion flowers? Think she could learn to drop them? Cause I would certainly need a flower girl for the wedding."

"Yes, of course! I'll start training her!" She was excited to teach Batcher a new trick. You knew they could do it, but Omega didn't want to take any risks.

She raced out, completely missing Hunter. Who was leaning against the steps of the gunman room.

You let a breath leave you, slumping against the wall.

"Is she wearing you out already?" You jumped at the voice, immediately being comforted by the recognition of who it was.

"Hunter, when did you walk in?" You weren't bothered by it, just surprised.

He had a smug look. "I was just checking the fuel, then I heard you and Omega talking about weddings?"

You felt flushed, like you were caught doing something you shouldn't.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, I think you'd look beautiful in any dress." He stepped forward, about eye level with you. He reached a hand up, taking yours in his.

"You're such a charmer." You smiled, your head leaning back to hit the wall.

Hunter stepped up, joining you on the floor of the room.

You scooted closer to him, taking his head in your lap when he layed down.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" You asked, brushing your hands through his dark hair.

He closed his eyes, basking in your touch. "I just want you to be happy. I don't care what we do." You figured that's what he would say. You lowered your head and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Omega's ideas didn't sound too bad... A ceremony on the shore." He commented.

You continued to pet his hair, "Yeah, that does sound sweet. Who would we invite? I mean, I don't know too many of the natives yet." It was true you tended to keep to yourself on the island.

With his eyes still closed he responded, "If you just want it to be us five, I wouldn't mind."

"Well we'd have to send Echo a message, oh and of course Shep, Deke, Mox, Stak, can't forget Phee, also-" You ran out of fingers to count on. Opting to rest them back in Hunters hair.

He had a grin on his face, "We don't need to figure out the guest list quite yet. We can get married any day you want.." He was ready to bend at your will.

"Can..." You sucked on your teeth, changing your mind about asking.

"Hmm?" He pressed on.

"You don't have to... but," Why was this so hard to ask! "Can I wear your bandana?"

He opened his eyes, baring into yours. You struggled to read his expression.

"It's okay, it was dum-" You felt stupid for asking.

"If it would make you happy, I would be glad to let you." He reached a hand up, rubbing your side to soothe you.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He moved his hand to untie the cloth. "Here, try it on."

You snickered, gently holding the fabric. "What if I wore it on my arm?"

You tried to show him, but found it difficult to tie on your upper right arm.

He noticed and sat up, taking it into his hands. He took his time, smoothing it over your skin and tying it expertly. He only pulled away after giving you a kiss.

"I like it." You expressed.

"I love it." He stared, but not at the bandana- at you.

"I love you too..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hope it's as good as part one!!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowerss

[vamp4kaulitz]

MORNINGS W GRUMPY BILL

no pronouns pacifically used can be seen as any gender

2006-2008 bill , will make a 2023 one i promise

Bill had a real busy schedule today, so you guys had to wake up early. Of course you knew Bill wasn’t a morning person, so it was hard with your mornings with him. You usually woke up earlier than him (if you don’t pretend shhh). You tossed and turned in bed and then yawned. You turned over and saw Bill sleeping. “How can someone be so fine when sleeping?” You thought. Only Bill Kaulitz can. You smiled and then got up and brushed your teeth before you went and woke up him.

“Bill?” You softly said while shaking him a bit. “Hmmm…” He whined while turning away from you. “Bill, we have to get ready. You have a very busy schedule today.” You said and Bill slowly opened his eyes. “A few more minutes.” He spoke and then fell back asleep. You chuckled and then hugged him. “Bill, come on..” “Schatz..Please..” He whined while wiggling around. “Fine, I’m gonna go get georg.” You smirked because you knew georg will definitely wake him up. As soon as he heard georg’s name he woke tf up.

“Meine Liebe you’re such a meanie!” Bill complained and then got up and went to brush his teeth and stuff. You also got ready and packed some of you guys stuff you’ll definitely need.

Once you guys had got on the bus, Bill was ignoring the fuck out of you. You knew he wasn’t a morning person, so of course he had his little tantrums in the morning. “Bill can you—“ “No!” “I didn’t even finish my sentence!!” “Nooo!” He whined while wiggling away from you and turning to the window. You sighed and shook your head. The whole ride he ignored you and when you tried to put your head on his shoulder he’d whine and shrug you off him. Bill didn’t care who he lashed out on, he just wanted to sleep more.

“That’s what you get for sleeping at 2 in the morning Bill.” You would say when he whined about wanting to sleep and being tired.

Of course his little tantrums and whiny mood disappeared once it was the afternoon. You would explain to him how he acted and he would be so upset at himself for pushing you away. “Meine Liebe!!” He whined while hugging you. “I’m sorry!! You know how I can act in the morning..” He pouted and you chuckled. “Don’t worry baby, I’m used to it by now.” No matter how your used to it, you found it cute every time.

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[another-identityofmine]

it’s only words; 60s elvis x reader

Summary: rude customers have been on the daily, annoying, and elvis finally shows up to see them in action.

author’s note: written from an idea by @jhoneybees, my doll 😊 and I hope you enjoy this! Of course, all’s eyes, please enjoy!

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words. Words were the last thing you wanted to hear in this mood, time and shift. Especially by some fat fellows that drag their jaws to the table. If you could roll your eyes and just smack them with your tray, you would.

“What’s with the frown, cuppy? Ain’tcha happy to see us?” One nasty, slobbery man speaks from the three at the stuffy, sweaty table. You scoff and walk over with the tray at palm, holding back all urges to just shout back. Cuppy, is the random name that popped outta their yappers and they stuck with it.

You sigh heavily, and slide their expected smoothies to their table and huff. You glance around the men and ignore a gag. “Anything else needed?” You spoke in a confident but irritated voice. They shake and jobber their shiny chins and smirk, “nah, not for now cuppy.”

Only walking away, you hug the tray to your chest and rub your temple. Calming yourself down, and glancing up at the black, laminated clock above the restaurant’s entrance. 10:43 pm. Just under an hour, 17 more minutes and probably 35 more seconds til off time. But who’s counting?

You’re used to the whistles and smiles tossed at your way, but you know who your heart belongs to. And that’s how it’s gonna stay. “Nice ass, cuppy. Might call ya a juggie now.” One deep voice called from behind at the table shouts and they all burst in laughter, shoving at eachother with snickers and hiccups.

You groan and roll your eyes, they might even get stuck like that with the amount of times you’ve been doing it in this minute. But your cheeks burn in harassment and just feeling so irritated.

16 minutes fly past, and you’re beyond glad. Serving the last table was like drawing a Breathe of nice real air, but it’s when an annoying kid slams a drink over the table that you have to be sent over to clean it immediately. “Fucking hell.” You mutter as the spoilt family walk out of the restaurant doors, and you bend down to wipe up the mess with the rag in your palm.

Just at that moment, elvis walks in awaiting and expectant of a hug from his lover doll. He frowns as he glances around and enters the creaky, shiny doors but smiles softly as your work hard to do your job. He decides to not disturb or surprise you just yet, wandering away by the jobbery men.

As you continue to wipe up the sticky juice, he sighs dreamily but it’s rudely interrupted when one of the sweaty guys nudge him with a smirking smile, “ay, she’s got a nice ass, don’t she?” He raises a brow in confusion, and looks his way. “Mm, a nice shake with it too.” One of the other men chirps and snickers, but you’ve already heard and had enough.

Before Elvis can even express emotion or smart mouth any of them shitheads, you jump to your feet and stomp up their table, throwing the dirty rags of dust and other messes you’ve picked up with it, right into their faces. “Perverts!” You shout but then you immediately stop once your eyes shoot accidentally connected to Elvis’ blue confused ones.

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Before you know it, he carries you out and tries to pat your shoulders in attempt to cool off steam. “Now why- can, what’s goin on?” He stutters out and glances over your eyes, and you huff. Frustrated but still a little grateful he caught you in his arms. You pout and sniffle lightly, not realizing that you’ve gotten so upset that your doll eyes swell with glossy tears. “It’s just that, that, those guys a-are so nosy and annoying, and inappropriate. It’s giving me a headache!” You whine and gasp out, as he thrusts you into his welcoming arms.

“Shhh, shhh, s’okay baby.” He soothes you gently, craddling you in his arms along the cold, chilly air on the sidewalk. “S’only words, baby doll. It’s only words. And besides, I’ve been told ya that you can quit this pig bed. Y’know I don’t like my baby working and sweating over stuff she ain’t deserving of.”

he pours and pulls you at arms length to scan your eyes with reassurance, and you smile gently and nod slowly. “M’kay. Y-you’re right it’s only words.” He smiles and nods with his chin out, “mhm, and I’ll get them sonovabitches once your pretty eyes fall sleep. Mkay?”

He smiles a playful, but promising smile with a light in his eyes. You giggle and nod vigorously, and Elvis smiles as he wipes away your upset tears and snot.

“It’s only words.”

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tag list: @jhoneybees @your-nanas-love @pomtherine

[madsipie]

my personal until dawn pronoun/sexuality headcanons but they accidentally turn into normal headcanons too (coming from a bisexual she/they user please don't burn me)

Ashley: she/her, biromantic asexual | just doesn't feel sexual attraction like everyone else. thought she was weird for it then her friends reassured her once she came out (mike joked around with her a lot because he's like the total opposite)

Chris: he/they, bisexual | this man has definitely experimented with Josh before, you cannot tell me otherwise. also maybe possibly transgender and his friends got together and made him a little care package after his top surgery (he cried. he totally cried.)

Emily: she/her, says she's straight but... mm, idk.... | has drunkenly made out with Jess more than once before but she acts like it never happened (they've all seen it happen at least once)

Jess: she/her, unlabeled because she doesn't need a label to tell her what she is (real) | has also kissed Josh once because he's Just That Kissable (also real) but that's all that happened, he still teases her about it sometimes though

Josh: he/him, pansexual | doesn't rlly have a type, as long as they're nice to him and kinda hot then he might develop a crush. jokingly flirts with everyone and they're all pretty used to it, he and Chris go back and forth for hours sometimes just coming up with the stupidest pet names for each other and everyone else is just like "ohh my god shut up already please shut up.."

Matt: he/him, pansexual | literally does not care if someone uses they/them on him though. also, enjoys giving his friends platonic kisses (mostly Ash on her forehead because they're silly friends) and he also kissed Jess on the forehead as a comforting gesture after the whole incident in the mines. fight me, he's love-shaped

Mike: he/him, bisexual | will jokingly respond to she/her and pretends to be one of the girls when Emily and Jess are gossiping. playfully flirts with everyone in their friend group (like josh) but Matt was tired of it and casually flirted back once (surprising bc he always is like "dude, we both have gfs...") and Mike stuttered so hard he almost choked and then tried to play it cool like nothing happened (everyone saw it happen, michael)

Sam: she/her, also unlabeled | doesn't really like labels that much, just wants to like who she likes. doesn't give a shit about they/them being used on her either. she fr just does not care. definitely used to have a small crush on Josh before everything. she, like Matt, loves giving her friends affection though like a small side hug or bumping shoulders or straight up squishing her cheek against theirs bc it makes them laugh

BONUS because i almost forgot about them..

Hannah: she/her, straight | super loud ally when it comes to pride month, rainbows everywhere. Josh and Beth get embarrassed but they love their sister <3 also she definitely crushed on Matt at one point

Beth: she/they, lesbian | tried to date a guy once, never again. does not understand when Hannah gushes over Mike. may or may not have liked Sam at some point but stayed away because she thought Josh and Sam liked each other and she didn't want to get in the middle of it because she wanted Josh to be happy

note: ignore the fact that they're almost all bisexual, it's because they're really fucking fruity, shhh

[footballf1]

Jealousy - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: In which someone in the family is jealous

Type: Fluff

Warning: Grammar mistakes

This was my first request ever. Thank you so much.

Gisella and Cristiano have been married for 5 years. They have a 4 year old daughter named Diana.

Diana is Daddy's girl and a real Madrid fan. If you give her a Barcelona shirt She would immediately push it away.

However their family of 3 soon turn into 4 when Gisella found out that she was expecting a baby boy.

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Dolores slowly opened the hospital door with Diana in her hands. She gasped when she saw Gisella sitting on the bed with a blanket bundle in her arms.

"Is that him?" Dolores asked.

Gisella smiled and nodded.

Diana was looking at her dad, who was standing beside the bed and looking at ger baby brother lovingly, she felt a bit of jealousy rising up inside of her.

"Diana, come meet your baby brother, Xavier." Cristiano said while signaling her to come closer.

Diana shifted at her spot. "I don't want to." She mumbled.

"Why not? Didn't you say you were excited for baby brother?" Dolores asked.

"No I don't want to see him. I hate baby brother." She screamed out loud.

The scream made Xavier's tiny wail fill up the entire hospital room. "Shhh it's ok baby." Gisella hushed softly while rocking him to sleep.

Cristiano made his way to Diana and carried her to his arm. "Mom can you stay with Gisella for a while?" He asked while walking out of the room.

Cristiano set Diana on the metal chair and knelt in front of her. "Diana. Xavier was sleeping and you know you're not supposed to be screaming when there's a sleeping baby." He scolded.

"I don't like baby brother." She said, ignoring his scolding.

"Diana, I'm warning you if this continues once we go back inside, no toys for 2 weeks do you understand?" He reprimanded to which Diana nodded frantically to.

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It's been three months since the birth and the family have never been better than ever.

"Where's Daddy?" Diana asked while not looking up from her drawing.

"She's at training sweetie but he'll be back soon." Gisella responded.

"Mamai, can you colour with me?" She asked.

"Sure sweetie."

Before she could go to her. Xavier started crying from his room. "Oh no." Gisella muttered before running to his nursery.

When she reached the nursery, Xavier was crying hus eyes out and was flailing his arms and legs. She carefully picked him up and pull down her bra strap. He stopped crying when his lips were attached to her nipple.

Diana appeared at the doorway, looking sad. "Mommy you said you were gonna colour with me." She whined.

"I know sweetie, I'll be with you soon after I'm d-" Before she could finish, Diana cut her off.

"My friends were right. You and papai don't love me anymore, only Xavier. I hate baby brother and you, Mamai." She screamed.

"No sweet-" She couldn't finished since Diana left the doorway. The sound of th door slamming was hward throughout the entire house.

Gisella's heart did a tug and tears were starting to form in her eyes. Once Xavier was done, she picked up her phone and called Cristiano. The phone rang twice before someone picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey when are you coming home?" She asked with her voice cracking up.

"What's wrong?" He asked once taking notice of her voice.

She sobbed uncontrollably while explaining what had happened between her and Diana. Cristiano sighed. "I'll be home soon."

For the past 20 minutes, Gisella have been trying to get Diana out of her room and to talk to her but Diana wouldn't budge.

She heard the front door open as she sat on the kitchen island. "Hey." He greeted while kissing her forehead. "Is she still in her room?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah I've been trying to get her out but she wouldn't come out."

He sighed. "I'll try." He said before walking to the door of her bedroom. He knocked on the door. "Diana it's Papai. Can you come out?" He asked but he there was no responses.

He slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside. His heart broke when he saw Diana sitting on the bed with tear tracks staining her face.

He went inside the room and sat beside her. "Hey." He said. He was about to open hus mouth again but Diana hugged him in a tight grip. "What's wrong?" He asked while stroking her hair.

"Diana, that was wrong of you to scream and say that to your mother and Xavier. Mamai is sad now because of what you said." He scolded.

"I thought that you don't love me anymore. I heard all of my friends said that after they have baby siblings, their parents don't love them anymore." She explained with her voice cracking.

"That is not true, Diana. Don't listen to what your friends say because they don't know our family as much as we do. So don't ever think about that, ok." He eplained.

Diana nodded but Cris still sensed her sad mood. He thought of an idea. "Wait here." He said before darting out of the room.

Diana sat on the bed for a while before hearing a pitch voice. "Hello big sister!" The voice shouted.

Diana looked at the doorway and saw her father carrying a sleepy Xavier by his side and was hiding his face with Xavier's tiny body. "I heard someone is sad today and as a good younger brother, I will like to give you a free hug." Cristiano said in a high pitch voice.

He strutted his way towards her. Diana giggled when he put Xavier's chest with hers. "Papai stop." She giggled.

"Papai is not here. It's just your best younger brother in the whole world." He said while attacking her with kisses.

Gisella watched the whole thing from the doorway. Diana saw her and walked towards her. "I'm sorry that I said that to you, Mamai." Diana said.

"It's ok baby." She said while stroking her hair.

"Yay we're all happy again." Cristiano high-pitched voice said.

She laughed at her husband's goofiness. He may look tough on the field but off the field, he is actually a silly person. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep little man?" She asked with that tone she used to discipline Diana.

Cristiano gasped and ran out of the room with the sleeping baby.

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I don't know how to end this and sorry if it's bad.

[pinkofatom]

A visit to the beauty parlor

[bimbofication, hypnosis, dubious consent]

Content Warning: The following story includes deliberately placed Triggers from the Bambi hypnosis files. Don't read while working or doing other concentration depending activities.

This is pure fantasy, any similarities to real people or events are coincidental.

Consent Warning: The following story uses uncensored triggers. If you share this with other people, please make them aware of this fact.

Alicia walks up and down, discreetly watching the neon pink lights proudly pronouncing "Platinum Drop." Oh, why did she listen to Cynthia? After a stressful week, she admitted to her best friend that she needed something to take her mind off. At first, Cynthia giggled, a new trend Alicia noticed in her friend, but then she mumbled some words. Some nonsense about good girls.

Still, her blonde friend gave Alicia a coupon and the number for the "Platinum Drop" beauty parlor. Dazed by Cynthia's sweet, rosy perfume, Alicia registered an appointment online.

And now she was here, sweat on her forehead, five minutes early. Did she dare enter a place called a beauty salon only judging by the sultry colors? Or the salacious looks Cynthia now preferred? Gnawing at her lips, Alicia stared at the shop. She couldn't even peek in through the heavily pink-tinted windows.

Her phone vibrated, telling her—as if she needed a reminder—of her appointment. She took a deep breath. Just because the decor didn't look like a classical beauty parlor did not imply they wouldn't offer classic services, right?

Grasping a small bundle of courage, Alicia entered through the pink doors.

A wall of flowery perfume greeted her nose while her eyes were blinded by even more pink.

This was starting to scare Alicia.

A counter directly opposite the door welcomed her into the parlor. At its desk stood an impeccably made woman dressed in the same provocatively hued shades. Long, straight blonde hair crowned her perfectly designed face.

As the woman gave her a long and scrutinizing look, a shiver shot through Alicia. Deeply, she inhaled, trying to relax.

"Hello there, cutie," purred the salesperson, smiling seductively. She leaned over the desk, emphasizing her immense chest. Her impressive mammaries, unbound by a brassiere, were visibly almost leaving her pink dress.

"Oh Hi.. uhm. I'm here for my appointment? Alicia Winters?" said Alicia timidly, handing the woman the printout from her online registration.

The blonde smiled, her purple gloss lips stretching into a secretive smile, "Well, yes, cutie, you are expected. It is your very first time getting our splendid treatment here, isn't it?" the lady inquired.

Bewildered, Alicia nodded. Something within her subconscious shuddered a little. Something important, screaming her a warning, shouting and waving tiny red flags. But the sweet honey smell clung to her unmoving thoughts. Dazed, she ignored her inner voice.

"Sweet thing," the beautician murmured, stepping around her stand. "Allow me to introduce myself. Platinum is what people call me." Platinum accentuated her name by lifting a blonde lock and letting it slide gently across her slender hand, golden nails glittering under the rose light.

"Wha..." coughed Alicia, somehow a question entering her blanked-out mind, "I..."

"Shhh," Platinum pressed a single finger on Alicia's lips, "none of that, sweetie. We have a long programming session ahead of us."

Programming session?! Pierced the question through the fog like rays of light. Faster pumped Alicia's heart.

"Our salon," Platinum circled a frozen Alicia, "is famous for the most marvelous treatments." Delicate hands pushed Alicia forward.

Stumbling, Alicia stepped forward, creating an avalanche of thoughts. They tumbled out through her ears: crash, crashing, drowning. Nothing stuck.

"Just relax, dear. Trust in your friend's recommendation. Trust me."

Warm words caressed Alicia. Fear still strangling her limbs seeped away.

"Let go, cutie. Follow my commands, cutie. Relax... breathe." The woman's fingers pushed at pressure points along Alicia's tense back. Lolling her head from the side, Alicia's chest heaved down and up.

Gentle, her body sank into squeaking leather. Wind rushed over her head as the backseat fell.

Suddenly reclining, Alicia had a shocked vision of the salon. Bright pink dominated. It felt soft against her retina, and gentle caresses massaged away her anxieties and fears.

"Trust us, cutie, trust our beauty."

Warm wetness spread over her hair. Dancing fingers massaged her scalp while acidic chemical scents assaulted her nose. As Platinum hummed, Alicia's muscles unwound, and she sank back deep into the pink leather reclining seat.

"Breathe in deep. It'll take away all your worries."

Instincts guided her actions. Inhaling the mixture of flowers and chemicals strengthened the fog inside her brain. The light, sweet scents were so soothing that they numbed her active thoughts.

Alicia was a passenger; she saw herself but was too enticed and fascinated by the images to pull the steering wheel to correct her track.

"Fall deep. Deep asleep. Follow my words to wonderful relaxation." Platinum's voice came like soft whispers, far and near. Sweet as honey, it coated Alicia's mind.

"So good. Let the conditioner melt your mind." The blonde massaged away every worry, every obstacle. Deeper and deeper fell Alicia, lost in the sweet, intoxicating fog.

“Your body is so warm and relaxed. There is nothing to worry about. Just pure, wonderful relaxation. So deep. So sleepy. No conscious thoughts hampering my words. No desire to resist the conditioner. Close your heavy eyes."

Blinking once, the heavy eyelids stayed down. A sigh escaped her lips, carrying the last remains of stress.

"Good girl. Such a good girl. So deep asleep. Conscious mind shut off. Only your subconscious is still listening. Molten, made pliable by the conditioner. So open and receptive. Being so malleable feels wonderful."

Deep, the pink mist drowned Alicia's thoughts. Her muscles tingled pleasantly. She felt herself floating within, weightless.

"Such a good girl. And each time you hear me say it, good girl, your pleasure increases. Obedience brings pleasure." Platinum's sultry words filled Alicia with contentness. Soothing words whispered deep, carving into her being, her reality.

"Wonderfully floating, blissfully sleeping, so relaxed and soft. A good girl. Obedient. Filled with nothing but pleasure." Words held Alicia in the pink relaxing fog. Deep and wide, her breath hitched.

Platinum showered Alicia's hair, yet the woman kept breathing in her deep rhythm. Satisfied, Platinum grabbed the blonde hair dye. Smiling, Platinum let the deep violet contents drip on her sleeping client's head.

"Good girl. You are so relaxed. So conditioned. It is time to start your makeover." Platinum combed in the new coloration. "Your hair has nothing against changing. No resistance. No will. No objections. Without a fight, it takes on a new identity. But your hair grows from your head, doesn't it? So maybe your mind is as easily changed. After all, your mind is conditioned like your hair, pliable like your hair. So, as your hair takes on a new identity. You, a good girl, take on a new identity."

Soaked in a warm mixture, Alicia's body felt lulled and safe. Platinum words sank in deep. Warm, they seeped through her being, softly persuasive.

"Just let the color do its work. Empty your mind of all the old boring self. Good girls just want to have fun. And a new blonde personality sounds like so much fun." Platinum grinned, putting Alicia's head under the warm dryer.

"Stir a little, cutie. Let the blonde in."

Hot air enveloped Alicia. Soft, soothing music filled her ears. Whispers, so light, danced over her brain. Finally, two words stole her mind. Bambi Sleep.

💞💞💞

A loud bing exploded beside Alicia, jolting her up. Her eyes opened wide. Whirring, the headcase rose, revealing a wonderful sight.

Inside a mirror, long platinum tresses cascaded down Alicia's crown. Flowing gold sparkled with pink delights. Hands squeezed, creaking leather armrests while legs rubbed together.

Nothing stopped the moan from escaping her mouth. Alicia never knew how good being blonde felt. But if the tingling of her skin, or pulse between her legs, were any clue, Being blonde was the best.

"Oh, it seems someone likes their new look." Platinum smiled, stepping beside Alicia's seat. Blinking, Alicia could only gawk in the mirror. Unbelievingly, her fingers curled platinum tresses around her fingertips.

"Enjoy it all, cutie. Blonde is the best color for a Good Girl."

Good Girl?

Alicia closed her mouth. Breathing deeply, a shudder wracked down her spine.

Why did the phrase make her so happy?

Excited!

"Since you enjoy being a Good Girl so much, cutie..."

At Platinum's words, a new shiver traveled down Alicia's spine.

"...Let me work on your face. Give it a little - pop."

Excitement.

Something urged her, begged her. Moaning, Alicia nodded. As the beautician's eyes gleamed, Alicia bit her lower lip. Her heart was pounding - fingers traveled up and down her blond hair.

"Mmmh, how does pink sound for a theme?"

Blonde with pink.

So sexy.

Another shiver, stronger this time, twisted her insides into a knot. Thrilled her stomach with electricity, teasing her womanhood.

"Oh, totally!" The words left Alicia's mouth with an alien yet familiar tone. Breathry, yet somehow higher. Soft and feminine. Exactly like Platinum. Exactly like Cynthia nowadays. Alicia couldn't help herself. A smile spread over her face.

"That's a Good Girl. Just lean back into the cushions, and let me work," Platinum said, pushing on Alicia's shoulder. Sinking deeply into the soft leather, Alicia felt she could float—weightless, happy, submissive.

Alicia exhaled, head resting against the chair. Her eyes closed, pink dancing behind her lids.

Velvet fabric tickled her face. Meticulous, it touched every inch, every pore. Dirt and unwanted thoughts alike were teased to the surface. Smooth water washed away the unwanted blemishes. Cold closed off her skin, protecting Alicia from their return.

Warm, gentle hands applied different creams. Moisturizer lulled Alicia's mind deeper like waves. Primer caught her attention. Then, a sponge taught her foundation. Like a warm blanket, the powder covered everything — buried old Alicia under new layers.

Contouring turned every feature towards new sensual directions. Highlighter and shimmer painted Alicia a different kind of canvas. The touch of eyeshadow awoke feelings the woman didn't know before. Alicia trembled; electricity surged through her body. But Platinum's words, "Bimbo doll," carried her mind to a relaxing empty space, shielded from mistakes by a pink bubble.

Passive, like a passenger in her own body, Alicia waited for Platinum to finish her work. Wet brushes brought long sweeping eyelashes to Alicia's eyelids. Gentle Platinum added mascara; the brush was soft and relaxing. Gloss stained her soft lips a shimmery pink.

Blinking, Alicia looked into the mirror, Platinum leaning beside her.

What Alicia saw, she did not recognize. Yet it filled her stomach with content warmth, excited her womanhood, and gave her a thrill running through every cell.

Was this truly Alicia, or maybe someone else?

Soft blonde cascaded her back, accentuating her new beautifully pink-painted lips and large doe eyes. Brushed eyebrows were lightly sculpted, defining her eyes and face shape. Effortless and sexy, Alicia marveled at her vision of herself.

"You look beautiful, Bimbo doll. Like a sexy Good Girl. Like a Bambi." Platinum smiled.

"I'm not Bambi..."

Alicia's objection trailed away. Somehow, the name felt so good in her mind. Like warm milk and honey, filling Alicia with sweetness.

"Are you sure, Bimbo doll? Look at that face. Tell me the name of the Good Girl in the mirror."

Shivers.

Electricity.

Excitement!

Looking into her mesmerizingly deep blue eyes, Alicia licked her lower lips, her tongue tasting a soft strawberry aroma. Her mouth was so smooth, so tasty, Alicia had no clue. Yet something deep down called, crying in bliss, the name Bambi.

But she wasn't Bambi.

That was not true.

Yet...

Bambi licked over soft gloss-painted lips, staring deep into herself, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. Her platinum hair was so warm and pretty; Bambi felt a warm glow between her legs. How...

"You've forgotten yourself, Good Girl. Forgot so easily your old name and character. There is only Bambi. What other name could a Bimbo doll have?"

"Bambi."

Smiling, Bambi repeated the word a few times — over and over and over. Bambi felt it settle into her consciousness, erasing old thoughts with pink bubbly pops. They giggled through pink, happy lips.

"Good Girl. Good Bimbo." Platinum repeated.

Words sank in deeply. Soft and warm, they caressed the girl's body.

"It is time to find a new dress for a new Bimbo doll. Your blonde platinum locks just ask for pink and other bright colors."

Bambi wiggled giddily. Oh, she could not wait to dress in her new, fresh self, filled to the brim with so much fun — just like a sexy Good Girl wanted to dress and look like — so hot and thrilling, so pretty and seductive. Bambi clapped her hands; pink gloss lips stretched to their extent.

"Like sure," she chirped. "Like totally!"

Platinum guided the happy Bimbo through pink corridors into a changing room.

On various hangers, a wide array of new, exciting, and mind-freeing attire was draped. Dresses, skirts, and tops, so wonderful and new, filled racks. Wandering in between, eyes spied frilly, lacey lingerie. But what truly took Bambi's mind were the sparkling high-heels. Like a pink, pink, twinkling diamond, they called her closer. Bambi moaned, pressing her hands into her pussy. Oh, the inches so tantalized her cunny!

"Girls like you all love them," Platinum observed, smiling as she saw Bambi kneel before the stilettos. Gleaming, the long heels ended in an imposing platform, like a pink beacon beckoning a Good Girl to follow.

Bambi squealed, reaching with her warm hands, fingers sliding over smooth plastic.

Shaking, Bambi strolled through the room. She needed the perfect outfit. One that would make every Good Girl envious. An outfit Bambi deserved. She knew herself: Only a pink tight one piece dress would be suitable. With sparkling blings Bambi liked so much. Something to reveal her blonde hair and beautiful breasts, down to her flat belly, a skirt that made following Bambi the most wonderful thing.

And the highest stilettos to accentuate the Good Girl.

Grasping the fitting, Bambi laid out her perfect outfit and licked her soft lips in front of a large mirror. A giggle escaped her mouth. Like so joyful. Bambi enjoyed the mirrors all around her. Between them, she twirled, observing the dress fluttering around her new frame.

Oh, how pink it looked, how good!

Bambi pressed a finger deep between her thighs - aroused, Bambi started moaning.

Oh, what a Good Girl she had become!

"Wonderful cutie. That's the right look for a new Bimbo doll. Let's make the look stick. Bambi Sleep."

💞💞💞

Alicia blinked, standing in front of the reception. Platinum giggled beside her, warm and comforting like honey. The beautician clapped her hands, smiling.

"See, that wasn't so bad. You were right out of it."

Alicia nodded slowly, chewing her lips, tasting strawberry gloss, and looking deeply into the receptionist's desk.

"I totally was," she mumbled.

But Alicia could not argue with the result. No worries pressed down her shoulders. Her back arched, hips slightly cocked.

Stress found nothing to latch on inside her mind. Swoosh! Swoosh!

Gone were the unkind thoughts.

Giggling, Alicia admitted to herself that, for the first time in forever, she felt light. The heavy weight of responsibilities nowhere to be found.

Alicia felt sexy and so empty-minded. Blonde and happy, she just wanted to enjoy life.

Platinum leaned over the desk, her abundant breasts close before Alicia's eyes. The woman handed a printed piece of paper to Alicia.

"Here the confirmation, Good Girl. Just sign here, cutie," Platinum winked, her sparkling purple eyelids fluttering.

Entranced, Alicia did not read the document. Excited, with her whole body tingling, she registered her name and a new date.

With new vigor, Alicia sashayed to the exit. She grasped the door handle when Platinum said, "Oh, before I forget. Something fun for your journey home. Giggle Time."

Immediately, pink mist embraced Alicia's mind. As giggly bubbles tingled along every nerve ending, Soft giggles danced from her lips.

Clacking in her stiletto heels, only one thing dominated her mind: Bambi could not wait for her next appointment.

[strangerweirdo15]

The King will fall pt2 (King Steve Harrington x Fem! Henderson reader)

Warnings- Bullying, angsttttt, one sided love, mutual pinning,eventual  smut (soft love), crying, bad home life(steve), best friends-enemies-friends-lovers <3. 

Summary: you remember the day you met him, the day you fell in love with him, and the day you fell out of love with him. Then the day that everything changed what happens when two strayed souls are pulled back together and forced to question what happened that day. The day Steve Harrington broke your heart, and will he be the one to fix it?

Chapter 2: snowball

Pt 1:

WC: 1,536

Memories they are. Wonderful, terrible, horrible thing. Some are good, great even but some are not. Some keep replying in your head over and over again and all you do is wish you could forget.

Age 12 I was in 7th grade and Steve was in 8th. It was winter, 1978. The Hawkins middle school snowball dance was slowly approaching. Steve told you it was a stupid dance when you had told him you wanted to go. 4 weeks ago “Come on Steve, it will be fun,” I said .  He looked at me with an annoyed look but slightly smiled. “Okay fine care bear  we’ll go”  “Yay okay be at my house at 7? My mom can take us”. “Yeah, yeah okay let's get going now”.

You and Steve had been friends since that day in 3rd grade. 5 years and you had so many adventures. So it was weird when this last year Steve has gotten distant. You could feel it you thought maybe his dad had been hard on him again or something. You and him bonded over things even if they weren't great. When your father left he was there for you and made you feel a sense of normality. When his parents left him to go on business trips or forgot his birthday, or yelled at  him you and your family were there for him. So now when he kept making up excuses and reasons of why he couldn't talk or come hang out you thought the worse.

He obviously had other friends as did you. You had a really good friend named Robin. You guys were in band together. But Steve started making a lot of new friends who were mean. You had seen them around school; they just weren't good kids. All the girls have crushes on him now and to be honest it kinda hurt. Everyone has grade school crushes but you've seen him the real him and it just feels like everyone is faking. 

You were standing at your locker grabbing your stuff when Robin walked up to you. “You're coming tonight right” - “Yeah I’m excited” I say looking at her. “Yeah because you're going with Steve Harrington” she says laughing. I could feel my cheeks start to warm up and my heart beat quicken. “Omg Robin shhh, and stop, you know we're just friends”. She looks at me and rolls her eyes “mhhh yeah okay i’ll see you tonight”. I separated as i waved bye to her

 I walked outside to my moms minivan. I see Steve by the sidewalk talking to his friend Tommy as I walk over to them. “Hey Steve, my moms here you ready”. Their conversation halts and he turns around “oh um actually Tommy is gonna take me home today cause we're gonna go play video games”. I look over at Tommy as he waits for Steve, then I look back at Steve. I stare down at my feet “Oh.. okay um see you tonight rig-”. I look up and Steve is already walking away with Tommy as he shouts over his shoulder. “uh yeah”. I stare at them walking away wondering if I did something to make him upset at me. I just don't understand why he's being so short and nonchalant as if he hasn't been basically ignoring me the past month. I try not to let it get to my head as I climb into my mom's minivan. I say hi to my little brother Dustin in the back. "No Steve" my mom questions "no he got a ride from his friend Tommy" I say and we leave it at that.

It was 6:30 my mom let me go buy a new dress. It was blue and sparkly. I felt so pretty in it. I secretly hoped Steve would think I Looked pretty in it. I couldn't help but find myself having a crush on him. All year long I had hoped just maybe he would ask me but even getting to go as his friend was okay. He was my knight in shining armor. He's   always there. He was kind and caring and sweet I don't know what happened the last couple of weeks but i wasn't worried he would always be my best friend. 

I sat waiting on my couch as 7:00 p.m rolled around. Then 7:15. Then 7:30. I called his house with no answer. I waited 10 more minutes. I started to worry maybe something happened or- "Honey You should get going, where's Steve?" my mom walked into the living room. "I'm sure he just got a ride from somebody else or something we can get going". I arrived at the school and it was decked out with lights and streamers. I saw Robin over at the bleachers sitting. "Hey Robin" "Hey"she says back. We talk for a minute when she sees me looking around the gym. "He's here already, they all got here like a half an hour ago" she says. I looked over at her, slightly embarrassed had I really been that obvious. I say thank you as I look away from her sheepishly. I spot him at the drink table with a couple other boys. I get up and start walking over to him. I feel frustrated. I want to ask why he didn't call and why he didn't show up but I think at least he's here. I think maybe I'll get my chance to have a dance with Steve Harrington. I'm almost to the table when I hear one of the boys Tommy start to say something. "Dude why are you even still friends with that weirdo, you have a crush on her or something?". I stop in my tracks when I hear Steve laugh. "Ew man, as if i'd ever like that nerd I've been trying to get rid of for a while. I met her in grade school. She's just stuck to me. I can't get away” they all start laughing. I feel My eyes start to well with tears then I feel like I can't breathe. It's like the world goes quiet like I'm dreaming like the boy that I've known for 5 years is a stranger. I come back down to earth when I hear Tommy say "Uh-oh". Then he points over Steve's shoulder as he turns around and sees me. He looks shocked as he opens his mouth and closes it again. I turn around on my heals and take off running . It feels like my world is falling. The Steve I've pictured in my head, the one that asks me to dance and holds my hand is no more. He's just like the rest of them cruel. I hear him shout my name as I leave the gym. I I went out the front doors and breathed in the air. It was cold and my head felt fuzzy. I could still feel the hot tears running down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do. I hear the door open and I don't even need to look back to know it's him. my back to him "please go back inside I don't want to see you you made it very loud and clear how you felt I never want to talk to you again"  "y/n....please".  i chocked back a sob "no Steve I really don't want to hear anything, someone who could say something like that something so awful is no friend of mine and clearly you don't want to be my friend anymore and you could have just said it to my face instead of going behind my back and talking to all your asshole friends about it". i feel my voice breaking as it slightly wavers "I don't know what happened to you Steve, when did you become so fake". I look over my shoulder to see a distraught Steve. I stand up and shove past him as I feel him grab my wrist. I pull it away and out of his grasp and walk back inside. I walked to the payphone to call my mom. "uh Hey Mom will you come pick me up please" - "yeah alright honey is everything okay". I feel my Tears start again. "no mama it just really need you to come get me". "Okay sweetie I'll be right there".  I stand in the empty hallway As my back slowly slides down against the locker, put my head in between my knees and I let myself cry. I let myself have a moment to grieve the friendship I just lost. I guess it's true your first heartbreak hurts the worst. 

I try not to remember him this way. I really try not to relive this day. Honestly the whole year leading up to it. I like to think about my friend my friend who came over and played the prince and princess with me  who like to play ninjas or help me up off the ground when I scraped my knee or who sat and listened while I cried when my parents were splitting up not the kid who crushed my heart, not the kid that completely betrayed me and forgot me in the past.

ahhh idk its 3 am im tired and this is probably horrible anyway not proof read. enjoy and lmk if i should continue this thx.

[spoontoof]

october 4th, 2023 5:50pm evil telephones

some archived short stories of mine:

uploaded on march 27th, 2023 8:51pm

Crap Poem

By Just Cabrera

one day after eating a bean burrito snack

i felt the urge to take a large crap

and so i ran to the toilet and sat

letting the poop slip out, which means that i shat

i crapped so much that my ass bled blood

it was almost like my toilet was gonna flood

after many long minutes, i got bored as fuck

so i took out my phone and began scroll for luck

youtube shorts doesn’t help my adhd

the phone was so bright that i couldn’t see

then i felt like i wanted to jump up with glee

there was no more crap

the shit had ceased!

i wiped my ass so fast like i was mrbeast

but when i tried to get up, my face filled with horror

my butt was glued to the toilet staller

i had sat down too long, and now my butt was fused

to the toilet so hard that it felt abused

the phone battery died, and i was very sure

i would stay on that toilet

FOREVERMORE

uploaded on march 24th, 2023 8:33pm

          My name is Jay Squashnuggets. I had just moved into my college dorm room, when I saw who my roommate was gonna be. It was a friend I had known since 9th grade. He wasn’t my best friend, but, he was a good friend. I would call him the kind of friend I would watch a movie with, or sneak out to a party, but I wouldn’t call him the kind of friend I would tell ALL of my secrets to. I don’t wanna reveal his real name, but for the sake of this story, I’m gonna call him Stu. 

          Now, our college was very close to the high school I went to, which means a lot of guys that I knew from my high school, or guys that I didn’t even know but still went to my high school, went to my college. A group of popular kids were having a 1st year party for college. “Come on, we should go!” Stu repeatedly asked me. I was hesitant, but I agreed. The party was in a house outside of college grounds because everyone wanted drink. We were all under 21, so we didn’t any college security guards to come, and start calling the real cops on us. The party was at 3:00am. Great, when all the scary, supernatural stuff happens.

          It was a 10 minute drive from the college, I didn’t have a drivers license, but Stu did. We pulled up at the house. I want to keep this story PG-13, so I’ll skip all the alcohol and stuff and go straight to when poop gets real. I think I drank a little too much, because my vision got a little blurry. It wasn’t until I went into one of the bedrooms, and passed out. The last thing I remember before passing out, was the music being turned off, and a woman screaming. 

          I woke up and looked at the clock. 3:30. I had been sleeping for about 10 minutes. I went downstairs, and screamed in shock. There were 3 dead bodies on the rug. Then, I felt a hand drag me under the couch. It was Stu. “Shhh!!! They will hear you.” Said Stu. “Who’s ‘they’” I said. Half a second later I heard someone walk into the living room. “I know your here, Jay Squashnuggets.” How did this person know my name. Correction, KID. Yes, it was a kid. A girl. Sounded like she was 9. I wasn’t scared anymore. I realized I could fight this 9 year old. I started get out of the couch when Stu whispered, “No!” I ignored him, and I stood up in front of the girl. Then I realized something. Her eyes were completely black. No white parts. Just black.

          “I see you have a friend in the couch with you.” Said the girl. I kid you not, she ran so fast under the couch, she was under there in less then 2 seconds. But I clearly saw her run. I then heard something. Snap! She sped out of the couch holding something. It was dark, so I couldn’t see what she was holding. I made out something. She was holding Stu’s head. No body, just head. Her tongue extended out of her mouth, went into Stu’s ear, then his eyes turned black. A body extended out of his head. It stuck to his head. Then legs extended out of the body, then stuck to his body. Same thing with his arms. His face morphed into an 8 year old boy’s face, but eyes stayed the same. Completely black. The girl stuck her tongue out of his ear. Stu had became a black eyed child. 

          I was so scared of what I had just saw. I booked it to Stu’s car. I tried to remember how to start the car from the drivers test I had failed. I eventually started the car and drove as far away as possible. “Am I even driving the right way?” I thought to myself. I was originally gonna drive back to the dorm, but at this point I had no idea where  the hell I was. All I knew was I was on a road with woods in every direction. Eventually car ran out of gas. “Flip!” I said. I then saw what I thought was a miracle. Another car with its headlights on in the distance. I started to wave my arms like a lunatic. The car tried to avoid me, but I wouldn’t let it. It stopped. Then, 2 big guys got out of the car. 

          Okay, when I tell you these guys were big, I mean they were BIG. I mean, not fat-big, but, buff-big. One of them came over to me and started choking me. The other one came over and took out a gun, then he looked in all of my pockets. He took out my phone, but it didn’t turn on, and I knew why. “Battery’s dead.” He said while he threw the phone away, and he was right. The battery was dead. That’s why I didn’t call for help. Then, their trunk opened. I didn’t seem like they noticed. Then, one of the black eyed children stepped out of the trunk. 

          One of the big guys suffered the same fate as Stu. He became a black eyed child. The black eyed child looked at the other big guy. “I’ll kill you instead.” She then ate all of his organs in one millisecond. I immediately ran into the woods. She ran after me at full speed. I saw a ravine. I knew what I had to do. I jumped into the ravine and landed in the water. She too landed in the water and continued to chase me into a cave. She was going to fast and rammed into a wall. I heard many rocks fall onto the exit of the cave. I was caved in. 

          Now I am stuck in this infinite labyrinth of caves with no way of getting out. I have been surviving from eating beatles and drinking cave water. I’m stuck in here with this black eyed child somewhere in here. I’m writing this in a journal, hoping to be found dead by someone. I don’t wanna become a black eyed child for all of eternity, so…

 This is a suicide note now. 

                         The End. 

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

I used Google Translate for the chapter title so if someone can speak Japanese it’s not my fault if something is wrong. Also, the title means Pretty Princess Kenny-Chan and pretty mage N.K.-Kun magical adventure. Enjoy the new chapter my loves!

Chapter 5: Kawaī purinsesu Kenny-Chan to kawaī mahōtsukai N.K.-Kun no mahō no bōken

“That’s disgusting!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Douchebag!”

“My name is N.K. when will you learn this fatass?!”

“Hey! I’m your king I command respect from you. Also, I’m not fat I’m big-boned.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Will you learn now Dragonshout or be a prissy girl about it!”

I stare at Cartman angrily and he glares right back at me.

As it turns out Dragonshout is a powerful fart.

Hell nah, I’m learning that.

It’s like a said disgusting and I don’t want to be known as the fart girl.

“I will rather be a prissy girl than be known as the farting guy.”, I tell him as such. “You can’t force me to learn.”

“Fine be a huge bitch! Don’t come crying back to me to learn it when you realize you need it!”, he shouts back.

I’m in a pickle I feel it. I don’t want to learn this shit, but Lord Men Tittys is so sure that I will need Dragonshout, that I’m starting to have doubts.

I ball my hands into fists.

“I’m sorry my king, if you think I need to learn this magic, then I will.”, I grit out from behind my teeth.

The asshole gives me a huge winning smirk. I feel so dirty, no lie.

“I’m happy you reconsider, Douchebag.”, he says gleefully. “FIRST, you must take the Gentlemen's Oath. You must promise to NEVER, EVER fart on anyone's balls. Okay? Farting on an opponent is necessary, but farting on someone's balls is NOT COOL. Do you understand?”

“Why would I fart on any ones balls? But sure I promise.”

“All right, then, let's begin your training.”

His Largness faces one of the training dummies, while I cross my arms and wonder in what kind of fucked up parallel universe I ended up.

Farts as weapons.

Urgh.

“To conjure Dragonshout, you must first clear your mind and take in a deep breath... through your butthole. Like so. HRRNNGGHH!! Then... let it rumble inside you... and... DRAGONSHOUT!!”

A fart comes out which lets the training dummy sway. Okay…Cartman can make farts so potent that they are like a huge smelly breeze.

And now I should learn this?

I don’t know how this will help me in my quest.

Sadly I can’t back down.

I will not give Cartman this satisfaction.

Gritting my teeth I follow his instructions. It’s so weird feeling the rumbling in my stomach, till I let out a fart.

I can feel how red from embarrassment my face is.

“Is this okay, my king?”, I ask him, praying I don’t need to do it again.

“My god that was... incredible. A man could live a hundred years and never again witness a spell so... boisterous.”, says Cartman in awe. I raise my eyebrow at him. What the fuck? “Could it be that the prophecies are true? Could it be that the Dragonborn has come at last in our hour of need?”

“Dude, this is South Park: The Stick of Truth not Skyrim: Elder Scrolls!”

“Whatever, Douchebag. Now let us try your skill on a REAL opponent. Hey, hey, Princess Kenny, could you come here a sec?-“

“-Oh no, no way in hell, asshole!-“, I yell angrily in between.

He ignores me, giggling to himself: “-Shhh, don't tell him. Okay. Just real quick, Princess Kenny.”

The princess joins us, winking at me. I can’t even enjoy it, knowing what I need to do to her.

This sucks so much!

…Wait maybe I can…?

An idea forms in my mind and I have to hide my smirk.

“All right, you two - SPAR! Sir Douchebag, show Princess Kenny the magical powers I have taught you.”

“Of course.”, I sing-song, while Princess Kenny makes herself battle ready.

I walk up to her, only in the last second to turn around to Cartman and let out a huge Dragonshout in his fat face!

Princess Kenny is howling from laughter, while Lord Wobbly Stomach shouts in anger and disgust.

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE! YOU SHOULD HAVE USED IT ON HER NOT ON ME! GOD IT’S SO DISGUSTING!”, he screams and coughs.

I cross my arms and cock out a hip.

“That’s what you get for calling me always Douchebag! Now I think I must make haste to save a certain thief from detention.”

With that, I turn around and make my way out of the kingdom.

That’s when Princess Kenny calls for me. I stop and she reaches me. Again it’s really muffled what she says, but I get the most important bit.

“Oh, you will be my buddy for this quest? Awesome! Then let’s go my lady.”

I offer her my arm, which she happily takes.

Together we make our way to school.

Getting to know my fair princess is the best.

I learn pretty quickly that she has a perverted sense of humor and is laid back.

Oh, I dig this.

I dig this so much.

“You should really consider reading hentai as you see it may be drawing but it’s really hot.”, I tell her while I show her some of the hentai pages I have on my phone.

Princess Kenny giggles. “Oh, I see. It is indeed hot! What is this called again?”

“Yuri.”

“Damn girl on girl action is so hot!”

“I know!”

I put my phone back in my pocket, while the princess caresses my arm she is holding on.

“You know I never meet a girl who loves boobs as much as I do.”

“Ah, so you know I’m a girl.”

At this, she gives me a deadpan look and stares pointedly at my breasts.

“N.K., your tits are amazing! I saw them from a mile when you enter Kupa Keep for the first time.”

I can’t help but blush and giggled charmed. I like hearing that. It’s always nice to get compliments. Especially about my body.

I know I’m, for my age, a hot bitch even if I need glasses.

One of my ex-girlfriends, Clara, told me once I have the hot Liberian vibe going on.

Does this make me vain?

Naah, I think I just have sane self-worth and self-loving.

“You are one of the prettiest girls I have met and I meet a lot.”, I flirt. “You are probably also a handsome boy! But I need to ask…are you genderfluid? What pronouns do you prefer?”

For that, I get a confused look from Princess Kenny.

“Huh, what? What is genderfluid?”

Oh…this surprises me.

“A genderfluid person may fluctuate among different gender expressions over their lifetime, or express multiple aspects of various gender markers simultaneously.”, I explain to her. “I thought you might be this since you are a boy, but you dress as a girl and use she/her pronouns.”

“I’m a boy, I just like to play princess…”

I see how she frowns.

“I…I never thought that I could be…more?”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders squeezing her.

“Hey it’s okay, you don’t have to explore this right now. Maybe you just like roleplaying and that’s it or maybe you are genderfluid. It doesn’t matter. I still think you are hot and nice.”, I reassure her.

She looks up at me with big eyes.

“Are you a lesbian or something? I taught you were just playing along.”

“I’m bi, I am attracted to more than one gender. So whatever you are I don’t care. Dick or pussy, I don’t look at the sex. I fall for the character of people, not their reproduction organs.”

This makes her laugh and snuggle up to me.

“First you use crude words like dick and pussy and then go all science-y you are one of a kind N.K.!”

Aww, she is so cute.

I can’t help myself, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Princess Kenny blushes and cheekily says: “I think you kissed the wrong place.”

She makes us stop. One arm of her gets wrapped around my neck and with her free hand pulls down her hood.

Oh my lord!

Kenny is hot!

Her blue eyes were already magnificent, but her whole face, with the cute nos and the soft rosey lips is just out of this world pretty.

She totally can be a handsome boy and a pretty girl with a face like that.

I wonder why people don’t throw themselves at her feet. Then I remember that she practically wears the parker all the time and I have my answer.

The princess goes on her tippy toes and puckers her lips.

“I think, you wanted to kiss my sweet lips.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around her waist.

I lean down, she closes her eyes and I kiss her….on the cheek.

Kenny lets out a whine.

“Easy there cowgirl.”, I muse, stroking her blonde hair. “If I started to kiss you now I couldn’t stop and sadly we are at school. We don’t have time to make out.”

Sadly.

Surprised Princess Kenny turns around and there is the school behind her.

She lets go of me, crossing her arms. A little huff comes out of her lips.

Smiling at her cute reaction, I pull her hood back on and kiss again her forehead.

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure we will find a moment I can shove my tongue down your throat. Maybe I will even let you touch my boobs.”

I can hear how she moans in despair.

“You are a tease! How can you say such things and then not commit to it?!”

I give her a wink and sauter up to one of the school windows, to see where Craig is.

“That’s part of my charm.”

I hear rapid, angry muffles. I have to fight off the smirk on my face.

I would love to rile her up more, but I need to bust out a thief from detention.

So time to get to work.

I see what must be the cafeteria of the school. Some kids sit on the tables, one in particular is dressed, from what I can see, more medieval. I bet that’s Craig! Overseeing all the kids is a man with a head of a ballon.

I blink surprised.

I never saw someone with a head like that.

It seems like it will fly away any minute.

Princess Kenny joins me and whispers that this is the school counselor Mr. Mackey, currently the evil dungeon overlord who has hall monitors patrolling the school.

I nod in understanding.

Mr. Mackey tries to get Craig to work on his homework, but Craig is already so in his Feldspar character that he rather looks at his watch and tells Mr. Mackey that he will be soon rescued from this tower.

He says it in such a deadpan tone, that I have to snort.

That guy is a number!

At least we get the information that the doors are locked. This means not only do we have to watch out for the hall monitors but probably searching keys to enter.

Oh well, let’s do this.

I take Princess Kenny’s hand and we enter the school.

A lone ginger hall monitor is there to greet us.

Now, I always loved red hair, I get weak knees for redheads, but this one is so not my type. Maybe it’s the acne-like freckles since freckles are normally cute. It turns me off.

“Excuse me, but school is OUT and no students are allowed on the premises until tomorrow at 7:30 am.”, tells the hall monitor.

“Listen here dude.”, I start bored. “I know you just do your job so it’s not your fault, but I and my fair princess need to free the thief, and if you don’t want to get your ass handed to you, be smart and let us pass!”

Princess Kenny nods in agreement.

“I warn you! Stay away from the doors! One step towards those doors and I will be forced to write you up!”, he completely ignores what I told him and get’s even battle ready.

Me and Princess Kenny share a look.

“Let’s kick his ass, my lady?”

“Let’s kick his ass, hot stuff.”

And we do just that.

Defeat and beaten up he lays on the floor and speaks into his Walkie-Talkie: “Officer down, officer down! Send backup! I repeat, Officer down! All hallway monitors to the right hallway!”

“Oh, god dammit!”, comes Mr. Mackey’s voice from the Walkie-Talkie.

“Heeeeere they come.”, sings-songs a nasal voice, who can only be Craig.

“They aren't gonna GET you, Craig! You're not getting out of detention!”

“I'll be out of here in ten minutes.”

I snorted at this and knock out the hall monitor.

“What ya see my princess?”, I ask her. “Do we manage to get thief Craig out in ten minutes?”

Princess Kenny flicks one of her braids over her shoulder and readies her pink bow.

“Oh, I think we will. Lead the way, beautiful.”

I grin at the pet name and open the door to the next hall war. With a bow a gesture to her to go through.

“What a gentleman.”, she purrs.

“I can be anything you want, my princess.”, I flirt back and follow her.

In the hallway more ginger hall monitors await us, they even put up a barricade. I give it to them, that’s smart.

But not smart enough.

I signal Kenny to shoot down one of the loudspeakers, which hits one of the hall monitors on the head. Then I get out a can of hairspray and a lighter I found in one of the houses I ransacked with Leo. With my improvised flamethrower, I destroy the barrier, and the remaining hall monitors get defeated by the huge blast.

Kenny and I high-fived each other and make our way over to the cafeteria door.

Sadly it’s locked.

Okay, real talk, isn’t it kind of too much to lock the door? What if one of the kids needs to pee?

“You're not gonna get through this door. Mkay.”, shouts Mr. Mackey from the other side. “You might as well give up because I have hidden the key somewhere and you'll never find it in my office. Aw, dammit... mkay.”

I laugh and call cheekily back: “Thanks for the tip!”

Now Kenny takes my hand and leads me to where Mr. Mackey’s office is.

I try to open it, but it’s closed.

“Fucking bullshit!”, curses Princess Kenny what I think too.

Let me guess we need a key for that room and before we can get into the office we need another key for another room so we get the one for the office.

It’s really like a dungeon.

And like a dungeon, the next enemy is patrolling the hall we are currently in.

I signal to Kenny to hit the phone with one of her arrows, the hall monitor walks over to it to pick up the ringing phone and I Sparta kick the chairs beside the phone, so they fall on top of the ginger.

Was this unnecessarily brutal?

Yes.

Do I regret it?

No.

We continue and I swerve I hear a ruckus coming from the faculty lounge, but I can’t inspect it since the room also needs a key. 

Dammit!

“We'll need the brass key in order to open this door!”, explains Princess Kenny to me.

“So we need all in all, a brass key, a silver key, and a gold key. Awesome!”, I groan annoyed.

Stupid dungeon mechanic.

Kenny pats my shoulder in comfort.

I smile at her in thanks.

We continue our quest to get the brass key and a motherfucking hall monitor closes the hallway with a metal fence so we can’t go on!

“You little bitch!”, I curse at him.

The hall monitor has the nerve to taunt me: “The protector of the brass key will never surrender!”

…Ha! At least we now know he has one of the keys we need.

Stupid bitch!

Suddenly Princess Kenny goes on her knees and declares: “Your word is the command, my lady.”

“Is this some kind of invitation to make out? Because like I would love to, but I don’t like people watching.”

“No, you adorable horny girl. It’s a game mechanic. You can command your quest buddy to use one of their special ability.”

“Oh! And hey you are probably just as horny as I am, but whatever. Do your thing, Princess.”

And she does.

Her thing is calling over one of the hallway monitors and showing off her naked “breasts”! I bit into my hand to not laugh like crazy.

That’s an awesome ability!

Also, it works.

Charmed the hall monitor opens the fence, ready to touch Kenny’s boobs, only for her to get out a pretty mirror and knock him out with that.

Now I can’t hold back anymore and laugh like crazy.

“That was wonderful!”, I giggle. “Your boobs are the bomb. I doubt my boobs have that kind of power! Kudos, girl!”

Kenny winks at me and I have the feeling she is grinning brightly under her parker.

We make haste to the hall monitor who has the brass key, he has two other hall monitors with him.

“You can take the brass key from my cold, dead hands!”

“If that is what you wish!”, I shout back. “Kenny the bulletin board!”

I hear a muffled agreeing sound and she shots at it. The bullentin board falls down on the other two hall monitors.

Only the one with the brass key remains.

We take care of him fast.

“More officers down!”, whimpers the defeated hall monitor in his Walkie-Talkie. “We're taking heavy casualties out here!”

“Dammit, you hallway monitors need to stop playing around!”, responds Mr. Mackey annoyed.

“He's got the brass key! He's some kind of Dragonborn!”

“Now, look, this is detention time, not time to play Dungeons and Dragons! And besides, he's never gonna get inside here because to open the door, you need the gold key and the only way to get the gold key is by getting the silver key, mkay, which even if he HAS the brass key, he still hasn't made it past the boss level. Mmkay.”

And here I thought Mr. Mackey wasn’t part of our RPG.

Whatever.

With the brass key, I knock out the hall monitor.

“Oh yeah, we are kickass!”, I declare.

Princess Kenny agrees full heartily. We can now open the faculty lounge. In it, we find at least four ginger hall monitors and a poor brown-haired boy who saw better days.

Me and Kenny use the environment around us to defeat the evil hall monitor and get to the brown-haired boy.

Since he clearly needs it I had him a health potion.

“Thanks, I thought I was a goner! There were too many of them. They were too strong, their hair too red...”, shudders the brunette boy.

I wave it off.

“It’s all right. We helped with pleasure.”

He gives me a silver key. Surely the one we need!

“Maybe you can take this silver key and find the gold key. You can succeed where I have failed! Free Mackey's prisoners!”

With that, he leaves us.

I shrug my shoulders and take the hand of my fair princess.

“We are nearly done, let’s go.”

Kenny nods and we return to Mackey’s office. This time we can open it thanks to the silver key.

The gold key is found fast and Kenny uses her bow to shoot it down from the shelf.

“The gold key!”, she cheers. “Now we can go rescue Craig!”

“This means this stupid dungeon is nearly done!”, I celebrate.

We make haste back to the cafeteria.

As I’m about to open the door I hear a male voice say: “That's far enough, intruder!”

I turn around.

A ginger hall monitor, clearly a year older than me, tougher looking than the other ones stands before Kenny and me.

Protective I stand before my Princess, while she grips with both hands one of my arms.

“Where's your hall pass?”, he asks.

“I don’t need one. Technically I still don’t go to this school and my Princess has diplomacy immunity!”, I shot back, trying to appear tough, even if I’m sweating from nervousness.

Big ginger hall monitor heard apparently only the part that we don’t have one.

“No hall pass? Then it's time to write you a referral.”

That motherfucker gets out a dodgeball on a stick, making it a mace.

Holy cow!

He means business.

“Oh, yeah, that's the boss.”, calls Mr. Mackey from behind the cafeteria doors. “Good luck fighting the boss, mkay. You still think this is a game, young man?”

And another one who thinks I’m a boy! Yippie!

I can’t even get really mad about it, since the big ginger hall monitor calls also for back-up.

This is going to be a tough fight, but Mage N.K. and pretty Princess Kenny won at the end!

Grinning I open the door to the cafeteria and shout: “You are free my babes!”

“Yay!”, all cheer happily.

Together we run all out of school, Mr. Mackey behind us waving his fist and cursing: “DAMN YOU CRAAAAAIG!”

“Wuhu! That was awesome!”, I cheer and pick up Princess Kenny to twirl her around.

She laughs and hugs me back. “You were amazing, noble Mage!”

“Thanks for busting me out, kid.”, say Craig glad. “Who are you?”

“My future spouse!”, purrs Princess Kenny. She has her arms wrapped around my arm, snuggling up to me.

I blush and giggle.

“I’m the new kid and also the new Mage of Kupa Keep my name is N.K.”, I introduced myself to Craig. “Nice to meet you noble thief.”

He gives me a nod.

“Does Cartman know you are a girl or is it a secret?”

“A secret, please keep it for yourself.”

“No problem, mage. Can’t wait to see Cartman’s stupid face when he learns you are a girl. This will be so hilarious.”

“Let’s hope it will be in the distant future.”

“Oh well, I'm heading to Kupa Keep. See you there I guess.”

And with that, he leaves.

“Well we should go to.”, I tell Kenny, who is still hugging my arm to herself.

“Right, but first…”

Kenny pulls her hood down, then takes my face in her hands and pats her eyelashes at me.

“You deserve a reward for all the hard work you have done.”

She looks pointedly at my lips. I can’t help but blush, yet I wrap my arms around her waist and lean down, while she goes on her tippy toes.

“I gladly take any reward you want to give me, my princess.”

For that, I get a brilliant smile and not a second later a pair of soft lips against mine.

Oh yes, this is the best kind of reward!

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[notsoevilpepsi]

Just....throwing it into the Void, bc the thought occurred to me at work.

You'd think it would've been the character in a mutual's WIP that has my first name & uses it/its pronouns that would throw me into the minor pronoun crisis I had a bit ago but....nope.

It was deciding that one of my own OCs would use it/its.

Just. thought it was kind of funny. XP

[dasy002]

MOMMY'S PREGNANT WHORE

Main masterlist | Actress masterlist | Smutty Monday

Top!Scarlett Johansson x bottom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT (minor DNI), pregnant sex, Dom/sub, degradation, pet names, strap on use (mention), mommy kink (literally me🤭)

Prompt: 19 "I'm just pregnant, you don't have to treat me like glass"

This is a request from my Wattpad and be aware that it doesn't make sense. It's simply p0rn without plot. Now me and my virging self will go touch some grass cause it's necessary after this byeeee 👋🏼

Daisy 💜

“Scar please!” you whine, head thrown back, eyes shut and hands gripping the sheets as your wife’s head rests between your thighs, kitten licking your pussy. “More!” you scream while grabbing a fistfull of her blond hair trying to pull her closer to your center. 

“Hands off (y/n) you know the drill.” Scarlett scolds you immediately detaching her mouth from your core. A loud whine leaves your mouth at the loss of contact and this caught Scarlett's attention that after giving you a stern glare, swats your hand away from her hair. 

Then she dives back into your pussy giving it soft long licks as inserting one single finger in your tight hole. You moan, starting to move your hips trying to match her pace. Scarlett smile against your clit slowing her thrust and letting you fuck yourself on her fingers. “Oh fuck Scar, more!” you plead her again needing more than just one finger in order to get off. When you realize she has ignored your request completely you take the matter into your own hand and decide that acting up is the only way to get what you want. Scarlett doesn’t tolerate brat and she never backs down when it comes to teaching you a lesson. 

“I’m just pregnant Scarlett, you don’t have to treat me like glass” you spat out in a bratty tone, making sure to emphasize on her full name. Not even a second later you find yourself gasping for air as she shoves three of her fingers deep inside of you “Is that what you wanted uh? You wanted me to fuck you dumb, right baby?” she mocks you as she starts pinching your oversensitive nipple with her free hand “Oh shit. Yes Scar!” you moan in pure pleasure before whimpering as she slaps one of your boobs “That’s not my name princess”. Between her fingers pumping inside of you and the burning sensation spreading on your chest your brain is overcome by the pleasure that you can barely process her word “Let’s try again. What’s my name slut!” she repeats herself in a stern tone, speeding up her pace “MOMMY!” you finally moan as her fingers hit a particular spot inside of you.

“That’s right baby, did mommy find your special spot?” she asks, caressing your face as you nod in reply “What happens if I hit that again?” she wanders before curling her finger and reaching it again. You scream while writhing under her as your release gets closer, then all of sudden she stops herself and takes her finger out of you making you cry out in frustration “Shhh doll I know. Mommy is just gonna take the strap real quick.” she shushes you while sitting up on the bed as you beg her “Please mommy…” Scarlett chuckles, resting her hand on your belly “Let’s show to this little bean what a slut their momma is for mommy” she then says before kissing your neck and rolling over to look for your favorite toy.  

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12:36am

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), college au, poly relationship,pet names (Honey, babygirl, princess), daddy kink, degradation, Dom!Seonghwa, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader, alot of teasing, biting, let me know if i missed anything.

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"Shhh~ You don't want to wake up Seonghwa do you honey?~"

You let out a soft whine as Woo's hands snaked past your shorts and panties, his fingers slipping in between your folds before slipping one finger inside.

Meanwhile right beside you, Seonghwa lay peacefully in your shared bed, sleeping from a busy day of classes. Today classes had just started, they tired you and your boyfriends out with how many classes they had. Seonghwa didn’t even talk to you guys after classes, he just went straight to bed and didn’t even bother eating what you had made. It made you feel some type of way but you just shrugged it off as him just being tired.

Wooyoung on the other hand was in a teasing mood. He knew Seonghwa hated when the two of you ‘played’ together without him, He loved seeing how rough Seonghwa could be whenever you disobeyed and Wooyoung would be there to cuddle you, giving you perfect aftercare. Wooyoung smirks as he gets real close to your ear, gently licking it “Just let it happen baby, He’s dead asleep~ If you stay quiet he won’t hear you.” He whispers, setting his finger at a moderate pace, one that was enough to incite small moans from you.

You were biting the cover gently to mask your moans, trying to ignore the fact that you were staring Seonghwa dead in his face. You closed your eyes as Wooyoung slipped a second finger in as he started to pick up the pace. Wooyoung chuckled softly at your attempts to silence yourself, he placed his face in the crook of your neck placing gentle bites along your neck.

 “Don’t hide your moans babygirl~ He’s not waking up anytime soon, I heard him complaining to Hongjoong about his class so he’s so stressed.” Wooyoung cooed as he was now practically fucking you with his fingers, making it harder to suppress the cute sounds that were leaving your mouth.

You closed your eyes, trying so hard to focus on not making sounds until Wooyoung curled his fingers, hitting a particular spot that made you cry out his name.

Your hand quickly flew to your mouth,covering it while Wooyoung snickered behind you, his pace slowing down. “Don’t worry, he’s not awake baby~ Nothing to fear~” Wooyoung said teasingly, You didn’t trust him at all, you could feel him slowly sliding his fingers out and pulling you back close against him. You could feel his bulge through his night pants and the feeling made your face feel hot.

When you cracked your eye open you could feel your soul nearly leave your body. 

Seonghwa was wide awake, staring at you with a smirk of his own, he moves to sit up in bed, not breaking eye contact with you at all. “So you’re such a dirty fucking slut that you couldn’t wait until i woke up, and you had to have Wooyoung please you huh?” He said sternly. Seonghwa got up out of bed and motioned for you to come here, beckoning with only one hand. You could feel your lower region quiver at the demanding tone he took but you knew that this mean’t he wasn’t going to be gentle with you. 

You moved to the endof the bed only to be yanked to the edge by Seonghwa, a death grip on your thighs as you look up at him with fear and pleasure. “You could’ve just woken me up, my needy little slut, but you let Wooyoung have his way with you~ So now I get to have my way with you~”

He made quick work of his sleep pants, his cock springing free and bouncing against his stomach, precum can be seen gathering at the tip already. He moves and yanks down your shorts and panties, flinging them somewhere else in the room. Wooyoung smirks and laughs lightly as he watches Seonghwa. “Ooo~ look Hwa~ She’s already wet, such a good girl~” Woo cooed, rubbing his hand against your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on the same cheek.

Seonghwa groans as he aligns himself at your entrance, “God I’m going to wreck this little pussy for disobeying me.” He moaned out softly, before harshly thrusting into you making you let out an almost pornographic moan leave your lips. Wooyoung moved to hold your arms down, cooing out various words of praise as he watched Seonghwa thrust into you. Your moans were echoing in the room, the sultry sound of skin slapping against skin also filled the room, and the few quiet grunts Seonghwa was letting out.

Seonghwa smirks down at you, his pace brutal and rough, making sure that you felt each and every move that he made. “You feel so good princess, you let Wooyoung stretch your slutty little pussy out to prepare it for me huh?~” He teased, letting a chuckle fall from his lips as he listened to your moans. Wooyoung rolls his eyes at Seonghwa’s statement, “Yeah, I stretched babygirl out so good, she was such a good girl for me~” He replies. One of Seonghwa’s thrusts hit a certain spot that made you arch your back and moan out, “H-harder Daddy!~” You cried out.

Wooyoung smirks and looks at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa looked back at him then looks down at you, who was turning red at the embarrassing statement that left your lips. Seonghwa lets out an almost animalistic growl as he lifted your legs up on his shoulders to hit that same spot at a different angle. “Say it again. Say it again my dirty whore, tell me who’s fucking you right now~” He orders.

You were struggling to make since of what he was saying, it felt so good that your mind was spinning and you could not think straight at all. You ended up nearly screaming out daddy again, pretty sure your neighbors could hear you with how loud you were being but Seonghwa did not care at all. He was basking in the sweet sounds that were leaving your mouth.

“I-i’m getting close!” You managed to choke out, making Seonghwa let out a dark chuckle. “Of course you are my little cumslut~ You’re gonna cum all over daddy’s cock, huh?” He asked in between grunts.

 You could only nod as the familiar feeling began rearing it’s head. Wooyoung leaned down to give you a passionate kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a truck.

Seonghwa’s thrusts started faltering and becoming sloppy, his grunts getting louder as he held your hips. With two more final thrusts his hips stilled as he painted your walls white, throwing his head back and lets out a loud groan of his own. 

He manages to get himself together and slowly pulls himself out of you, watching as his cum starts to seep out. He gives a soft smack to the inside of your thighs before moving to get back in bed. “Next time, If you do that again, I will tie you down and tease you for hours..” He says softly.. 

You lay down, tired and trying to get your brain to work as you felt someone grab your legs and lift them up. Wooyoung smirks as he looks down at you, his own cock now outside of his sleep pants as he playfully stick his tongue out.

“It’s mine turn now princess~ Now be a good little whore for me again~”

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

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a/n: hi, if you're reading this I'm still too busy to post anything else, so here's a silly and short drabble ;) (0.8k) don't take it as a real smut.

sunwoo x gender neutral reader

warnings: nothing really, just you and sunwoo doing the deed. you know, mature content. this is queued. there's a few pet names i guess.

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A long sigh left Sunwoo's swollen lips as he stared down at you, winding his fingers through your hair before closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours, enjoying the feeling of your naked body under his, thighs wrapped tightly around his waist while his hips kept pounding into you.

_ Did you miss me? — his words kissed your skin in a whisper, opening his eyes and cupping your face after you nod only to find your own shut tight, teeth abusing your bottom lip as you tried to stop the moans before they had the chance to escape from your lips.

But it wasn't enough, Sunwoo needed to hear your helpless whimpers and needy moans after not seeing you, no feeling you, for so long. That's why he found himself pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw, hands only leaving your body to intertwine your fingers together, pinning your hands above your head.

_ Sunwoo. — you mewled his name, back arching and nails digging into the back of his hands as he rolled his hips faster, harder. Feeling a lazy smirk growing on his lips as he hummed, breath fanning over your neck as he chuckled.

_ Fuck, I love when you call my name like that. Such a pretty little thing. — Sunwoo babbled, a shaky breath leaving him as you tightened around him. Turning your face and biting down your bottom lip again not to moan out loud while you roommate was sleeping. His deep voice heavy with want making your head spin and hips grind on his. — You feel so good around me, baby.

You couldn't help but cry out when your boyfriend licked a stripe up your neck, his hips keeping you pinned down against your mattress, teeth grazing over the sensitive spot on your neck before you could feel his sinful lips wrapping around the tender skin and gently sucking on it.

_ Don't. — you shook your head, whimpering when Sunwoo ignored you — I'll have trouble hiding these before work tomorrow.

Sunwoo only hummed. Mouth kissing, sucking, licking your collarbones and his way down your body, fingers untwining just so he could feel your body, just so he could grab your hips hard enough to leave bruises behind while slowing his pace, withdrawing his hips from yours before slamming into you, going so deep that it had your toes curling and fingers running through his messy curls.

The dark haired boy stared up at you, lips brushing against your nipples with every word that fell from his lips.

_ There's no need to hide it, baby. — he kissed your nipple, a hand creeping up your body slowly. Staring at you with such an intensity that you could feel your body growing warmer under him when his warm palm rested against your neck, thumb rubbing small circles around your skin as you held your breath got heavier as if he was applying any pressure on it. — Everyone knows you're mine.

Sunwoo picked this exactly moment to fuck hard into you, fingers applying pressure on the sides of your neck unintentionally and making you gasp for air, a loud moan following and making your boyfriend's eyes widen. Smirking at your reactions, tongue swirling around your nipple as he fucked into you again, biting back a moan when you tightened around his length.

_ Holy shit. Shit, baby. I missed this. I missed you so much, fuck. — Sunwoo swore through his teeth, the hand on your neck moving down to grab your hips again as he throbbed inside you. Thrusts getting sloppier as he held your hips tighter, slowing the roll of your hips down to match his pace while you whined, trying to chase your high.

_ Shhh. Slow down, love. — the dark haired boy shushed you, thumbs drawing small circles around the skin of your hips as he slowly pulled his body away from yours and sat on his knees, taking in the sight of your body shaking and lips parted while keeping his tip buried inside you. A lopsided smile spreading across his lips when you whined his name again, squirming and trying to roll your hips to take more of him once again. — I told you I'd love you all night next time I see you, didn't I? Shit, I can't get enough of you.

You pouted, lips quivering.

_ please.

Sunwoo raised an eyebrow, shaking his head whilst his hands touched down your body, squeezing your ass and then caressing your thighs as he licked his lips, body hovering over yours only to press his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

_ There's no need to say please, for now, baby. — the boy chuckled, kissing you softly again, not even letting you deepen the kiss as he pulled back to stare at you again. He'd look adorable if it wasn't for the way you could feel him moving his hips, filling you up inch by inch all over again as he kept watching your reactions, words coming out in a whisper. — I'm just gonna fucking love you all night, can't I?