#self conscious about my skin but I like how this hat makes my eyes look ❤️

[oddestishottest]

[writefightandflightclub]

Blurb request?

What if you stole Santiago's favorite hat, and he caught you wearing it, very casual, nothing to see here, nothing at all.

Make you mine: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x GN!reader

Thanks so much for sending this, Rally! 🧡☺️ I wrote a hat-based thing with Frankie x reader, but I gave this a bash too as I love the concept with Santiago (my beloved) too! I hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff, steam, lots of mentions of erections, cum kink sorta (brief), light-hearted. 🧢 🍆

A hard swallow trails down Santiago’s neck as he clocks you. Wearing his hat.

He’s arrested by the sight of you, an instant flare of heat blooming across his skin as he realises, in no time at all, that he likes it. Likes seeing you in something of his. Or more so, looking like you’re his by association.

The attached and very intrusive thought is powerful and sudden on the heels of that realisation.

He’d love to see how you’d look wearing his hat and nothing else.

He quirks a brow in interest. He didn’t know that, specifically, would do it for him, but in fairness, he’s pretty sure you are the common denominator here. With you, he’s always discovering new ways that you turn him on.

Shame he can’t act on it though. You and he have been flirting back and forth, sure. But, you’d told him, not long after you’d met that… things were complicated for you. You and him? Maybe there was an instant spark, but you’d been clear the two of you would be nothing outside of friends.

So, he tries to compose himself as you walk over to him. A glass in each hand - one for him. “Thank you,” he smiles smoothly, clinking his glass with yours in a “cheers”.

The other boys have retired inside, after a poker night out on the deck. But you and he have lingered. For some air.

He lets his gaze linger on you, confident enough to drink you in for a stretched moment, your coy gaze even more alluring than usual from beneath the brim of his hat. He tries his best to ignore the blood thudding to his crotch. But you make that difficult to do - no-one else could ever.

“I’m cosplaying you.” You tease, brazenly acknowledging your blatant and unforgivable theft. “Pass me a stick of Wrigleys, Santi? It’ll really up my authenticity.”

He chuckles. Unable to take his eyes off of your bright smile. Your gaze flits gently over his face in return. Lingers on the creases radiating out around his eyes. Dips to his mouth. It makes him self-conscious - which he isn’t used to. Then again, he’s never met anyone who has quite the effect on him that you do.

He perches himself on top of the wooden porch rail. Gestures for you to join him and you seat yourself there too, body angled in towards him.

He can’t help it now. Looks up at his cap perched on your pretty head. He spreads his thighs a little to accommodate his growing bulge between his legs. “-You know. If any of the boys touched my hat…”

“Oh, I know,” you pout comically, shaking your head side-to-side. “Dead to you.” So you know his hat is famously off-limits then? In that case, either you must have put together that he’s a soft-touch for you; or, you’re trying to provoke him. But hey. He doesn’t exactly mind either option. “So.” You take a casual sip of your drink, your eyes flashing with mischief from over the brim. “The boys would be in for it. But what will my punishment be?”

Santiago takes a deep, steadying breath he dearly hopes is subtle as the bulge between his legs grows uncomfortably swollen, pressing up against the seam of his jeans in a way that makes his eyes prick with tears.

Fuck, he doesn’t normally have this much trouble controlling himself; but there’s something about you. Lord knows, he’s trying to keep his internal monologue clean but all he can think is: mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Undoubtedly, he can think of a few (hundred) ways he could “discipline” you, if that’s what you’re into. His palm itches where it rests against his thigh, becoming suddenly tacky.

“Well. First of all. Here,” he offers, pulling a pack of gum from his pocket. “You’re not really nailing ‘me’ yet. Needs more work.”

Nailing him? Fuck, that’s an unfortunate choice of words when he’s trying to take his mind off of ravaging you.

“No?”

“Not seeing the resemblance, cariño.”

“Well. That checks out.” You tug performatively on the brim of his cap as though you know exactly what you’re doing to him, actually. “I am a hell of a lot cuter.”

Fuck, you’re not wrong. You’re fucking adorable.

You take a piece of the offered gum, beginning to chew rather obnoxiously on it. “How about now?”

An easy laugh bobs in his neck. “Holy shit. Now it’s like looking in a mirror.”

You slide closer to him, shimmying yourself along the porch rail. An urgent heat prickles at his skin. Your proximity slips a warm snake down his spine.

“So, you approve, Santi?” Santiago could swear your voice has taken on a lusty quality. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on his part. “You like me wearing your hat?”

He almost chokes on his masking swig of his drink. Christ, if you only knew how much he approves. If you could see the sordid images playing on a loop in his head right now? Well, you’d probably throw your drink in his face, to be honest. Actually - he could do with it, to cool off. Maybe he can pour his own drink over himself if things get really dire.

“You think Frankie’s cap would suit me too? Or do I look better in yours?”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Even the drum of his heartbeat feels like it’s trying to claim you. Trying to bust out of his chest to reach out for you.

Fuck. Are you trying to kill him? He doesn’t have a gasket, but he’s pretty sure he’s about to blow one all the same. “You know you look good,” he assures huskily, voice hollowed out by want, though still trying his damn best to toe the line.

Friends. You don’t want him to do the things he’s doing to you in his head right now. Right?

You smirk, looking all too pleased with yourself before taking a swig of your drink. His gaze is fixated on you as you wrap your plush lips around the mouth of the bottle, your fleet of pink tongue poking into the rim. The image certainly is… inspiring.

Fuck, he’s sweating. Swipes the back off his hand across his forehead, catching the moisture gathering inexplicably at his temples.

Then, to his horror, you stand, slinking towards him and slotting your hips in between his spread thighs. You crane around his form, careful that the brim of his own hat doesn’t poke his eyes out, and you dip your plush mouth towards this shell of his ear. Your whisper beds down right under his skin. “How do you think I’d look wearing this and nothing else, Santi? Would I look like I was…yours?”

Wearing my hat. Wearing my hat. Wearing my cum.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Santiago’s brain fully short circuits. He blinks dumbly at you, mouth slightly agape, as you simply look on in amusement, biting down on your lip.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to jump at the chance to find out, but…

He sniffs. Shoots for non-chalant and doesn’t pull it off. “I thought we… I thought. Just friends?”

“Santiago,” you purr. “I stole your hat. Catch-up.”

Catch-up? Holy shit. Maybe he’d have a clue what you were up to if he could think straight. His erection is straining against his pants so hard now he has to shift his hands to cover it. Has to bite back a strangled whimper at the painful pinch.

Your mouth twitches around a delicious self-satisfied smirk as you clock the state he’s in. You giggle, brazenly eyeing his bulge with interest. “Benny told me this might do the trick.”

Santiago’s eyes tighten then. He pouts up at you, eyes twinkling, almost wistful. “Honey.” He lifts the hat from off of your head, setting it down on his own instead. “You? You don’t need any tricks.”

“No?”

Fuck, the way you’re both so devious and so shy at the same time is killing him. “Nuh uh. I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’re gorgeous.”

He boxes you in a little more tightly with his sturdy thighs. Slips his hands on to your waist. Your breath hitches, and he likes the fact he’s finally managing to turn the tables. He dips his mouth towards you, and you manoeuvre around the brim of his cap until your mouth is a whisper away from his kiss. “Wait,” you urge. “I have gum.”

He can’t help but laugh - a resonant chuckle shucking in his throat- as you take a moment to toss it aside, and then he’s just looking at you again. Gaze flitting softly over your face. Arms drawing you close to him once more until his lips brush yours. The contact sends tingles all the way down to his toes; he’s waited so long for this.

He deepens the kiss, soft and more tentative than he’d usually pitch it, his tongue probing into your mouth, but you return his growing fervour. Your palms brace against his sturdy thighs, and he swallows the smooth moan which blooms from your mouth as he clasps you to him.

You pull back for air, looking slightly giddy, and you survey him, a cheeky, devilish glint in your eyes. “You know. You look really fucking good in my hat, Santiago.” Your dark, teasing voice is like honey poured into his middle.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You look like you’re mine.”

He shucks air from between his teeth in surprise, his face splitting into a lopsided, awed smile. His eyes turn dark with hunger, pupils eating away at warm umber.

He is. He is yours, if you want him.

He decides then, that he can push this a little further. You seem keen - and Lord knows he is. And so, with a knowing, playful smirk, he dips his lips forward towards the shell of your ear. Whispers to you. “So, how about I wear this and nothing else for you?”

You visibly shiver as his words wind their way into you, your smooth facade cracking apart. “Santiago. Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”

With his erection continuing to throb against the seam of his pants, he really thinks it’s the other way around.

“No,” he promises. “Only trying to make you mine.”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

That’s all he’s wanted since he met you.

He devours your mouth in another hungry kiss, tongue shoving against yours, opening you up. Stubble raking over your skin.

And, before your delicious kiss knocks every other thought - and word and concept - right out of his head, he logs the fact he definitely owes Benny a favour.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He always wanted to be more than friends.

[fbfh]

hii :3 I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing. it always makes me giggle and smile. and I also needed to tell someone (you🫵) that I need leo valdez butt naked, oiled up and spread underneath my christmas tree!

thank you for coming to my ted talk and happy holidays!!

Leo has no fucking CLUE how he ended up all moisturized and fully nude, tied up with christmas lights that twinkle in cheery rainbow colors, mocking him with their festiveness. He has no idea how or why he's wearing a santa hat, or why the fuck there's a giant tinsel covered bow stuck to his chest.

what he DOES know is that standing in front of him in the doorway is the HOTTEST FUCKING PERSON he's ever seen. He'd be embarrassed about being naked and festively tied up in front of a stranger - especially one as hot as you - if he wasn't so distracted by you. You take up all his attention in taht moment and he just doesn't have the brain space to be self conscious.

your eyes are blown out wide and your jaw hangs open in shock. you're in cute little christmas pjs and fuzzy socks. your skin is all dewy and your eyes are a little puffy, telling him you literally just woke up. if you wear a bonnet or sleep cap or smth it's literally slipping off your head but you don't care. if you don't, your hair is an adorably tangled mess. maybe there's a hair tie falling out of it, maybe it's all floppy in your face and sticking out at weird angles, maybe you look like a cat who woke up from a HEAVY nap or a bear that looks strangely like frank gallagher. regardless, the only thing that comes to mind is scrungly. he bites back an amused laugh as you take a step forward.

"Oh my fucking god..." you mutter. he starts to try and explain it even though he has no fucking clue what's going on either, but before he can, you catch him off guard.

"It worked."

You let out an amused laugh and his brow furrows in confusion.

"It what now?" he asks. you walk closer, crouching down to look at him as your eyes get a little misty. you're looking at him with such adoration it takes him aback a little. you start babbling about writing a letter to santa as a joke, asking for your favorite fictional character, and... here he is.

Leo's heart is warmed. he can't believe someone, especially a stranger, loves him enough to work some kind of wackass christmas magic. but regardless, he can tell it's true, you really do love him. he struggles for a response as your eyes roam over him.

"Do- uh," you sputter. "D'you want head?"

he chokes on his proverbial eggnog before blinking.

"Uh... yeah." he says with a breathy chuckle. "sure. Merry fuckin' Chr-oh, fuck!"

you're all over him, your lips your mouth your hands. he flexes his hands, fidgeting with the lightbulbs and cords restraining him as you go to town.

safe to say the night was not at all silent.

[majorluz]

Red/Blu Pyro Headcanons!!

To see my lil doodle featuring what I personally believe Pyro looks like under the mask go here pls!!

Red Pyro

Pyro doesn't really try to be mysterious. He just likes the anonyminity and is a little self conscious about her looks. The other mercs are skeeved out by him bc they've NEVER seen her face and have never seen him shower or use the latrine at night. That's bc she's Scary Good at moving around without being detected while unencumbered.

The first person he ever showed her face to is Engie, because he never questioned her motives or showed any fear while interacting with him and treated her like a trusted comrade, with all the friendly back-slaps and fistbumps that came with it. Of course, it was spurred by a conversation where Pyro was teasing Engineer about being scared of him while getting in his personal space, but when Engie reiterated, "No, son, I ain't scared," that's when the mask was peeled off and Dell was met with a yellowed grin and two haggard but gentle brown eyes. "How about now," Pyro signed with her free hand.

Binds with gauze sometimes to aid with the body dysmorphia and the "running-around-in-the-blistering-desert-wearing-an-asbestos-lined-suit" situation but started doing it less and less because Medic threatened to slice off his tits if she kept binding that tight. He's running out of salve and painkillers. Stop making his job harder.

Pyro is very vocal when wearing the mask but when he's not, she's selectively mute and speaks almost exclusively in SL aside from small grunts and vocalizations that are too specific to emulate with signing. (Audible frustration/sarcasam, sobbing, laughter)

Pyroland is less of a "delusion" and more like an inappropriately-timed daydream. Pyro knows what his job is and she is damn good at it, but an active battlefield doesn't really give you any time for escapist fantasies soooooo why not combine the two? it's not healthy or viable long-term but nobody's gonna intervene if the other team's good n crispy right?

Sweaty. All the time. Doesn't matter the time of day or the temperature outside. She smells like sweat, his hugs are slightly damp, and her skin sticks with the person he's touching. This is actually a very pleasant experience.

Uses novelty weapons like the Gas Passer and the Thermal Thruster because they're just so damn FUN. Favorite taunt is Gas Blast, you can probably tell why.

Blu Pyro

He's not nearly as vocal, not even while wearing the mask, she communicates almost exculsively in SL. His demeanor is a lot more docile and shy in social situations, but is arguably even more spine-chilling in combat because she doesn't always laugh maniacally when roasting the opposing team, but rather tilts his head in curious, almost childlike fascination.

The other Blu mercs are a little less scared of him than the Red team are of their Pyro because of her gentler nature, but it's still freaky to wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water only to be met with your Pyro standing in the hallway in his full gear, staring, unmoving, at a wall...

Is also Very Sweaty but instead of smelling and feeling like a warm sweaty body he feels clammy and ill. Nobody's fond of bunking with her because it feels like sleeping next to a corpse. which is double unfortunate because he's a cuddle bug

He LOVES drawing. She'd dip her fingers in blood and draw on concrete if he had no other viable surface. Blu HQ's walls are COVERED in Pyro doodles. some of them drawn in blood The subjects of her drawings usually consist of her coworkers, houses on fire, Ms. Pauling, houses on fire, cats wearing silly hats, did I mention houses on fire? One time, he drew the entire base in flames, so her drawing materials were confiscated for a week. Which ended in the base being set on fire because he had nothing constructive to do.

Absolutely devoted to the stock Flame Thrower. When questioned about it, Pyro signs matter-of-factly, "Fire makes bad things disappear."

She gets injured. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Not enough for a respawn, but he has shown up at the Medic's office with a butterfly knife stuck firmly in the back of her skull, a fire axe stuck in his spine, and her leg blown off from a rocket. It's become sort of a game among the others to bet on how he'll end up mangled on the battlefield. Their Medic doesn't find it very funny.

Very clingy and protective of the mercs she thinks are the 'smartest' like Engie, Spy, Medic, etc. He seems to value intelligence very highly due to her own perceived lack of it.

[replicantdeviancy]

rking200 asked: "Describe a non-sexual activity that turns you on unexpectedly." @Hank (eyes emoji directly at you)

_____________@rking200 || Spill the Tea ☕|| Accepting

The question gave the lieutenant momentary pause. Not necessarily because it surprised him, but because he really didn't have to think about it at all. As it was, he could have mentioned a hundred things about Connor that got him unexpectedly elated. From that smart mouth that was equal parts frustrating & titillating, to Connor's unique methods of criminal investigation through software & onboard hardware that strangely, in a way, felt so comparable to human instinct. There was his wit, the way he could go from a stone faced combat android to the most innocent, doe eyed kid Hank had ever seen. The way he cared for him, how he insisted on this painfully human domesticity that bewildered Hank, & soothed him all at once.

All of that had him head over heels, but it wasn't what he was thinking of at the moment. “Ya know, I never figured it would be somebody's hands that have me smitten. But there's just something about the way Connor touches me that leaves me restless.” A little smirk tugged at his lips at that. “I don't mean sexually - though I can say from experience that he may act innocent, but he knows exactly what the fuck he's doing.” The lieutenant could certainly attest to that. The android had come into this relationship of theirs as untouched as could be, though he was anything but shy. The amount of weird, kinky shit that Connor had suggested to his partner had the older, far more experienced Hank choking on air more than once. The absolute little shit. Goddamn android loved to tease him.

& how he loved to tease back. “It's the little gestures. How he reaches for my hand or clings to my arm when he's stressed or wants attention. How obsessed he is with getting my shirt off & running his fingers through my chest hair.” The thought alone caused a shiver to crawl up his spine, remembering the gentle touches of shy plastic & biorubber pads against his skin, fingertips tracing the fading lines of his tattoo. Bold arms wrapped around his waist, fingers clinging to his love handles in a way that used to bother him, but had quickly turned calming. “He touches all the places I'm self-conscious about & makes 'em feel like reverence. I don't know how the hell he does it.” Hank knew, liar that he was. He knew exactly how. Connor was a sweet boy, one who didn't judge the old man for his imperfections, but admired them. Adored them. Hank hadn't known how to handle that at the time, but he was better at it now.

“He's always trying to interface with me. I didn't think either of us could get something out of that, but it's like static on my skin.” The android was just doing what his kind did, Hank figured. Seeking connection with someone who could never share that experience with him. Except, he could. In part. While they couldn't exchange data like androids did, Connor claimed that he could sense the signals of Hanks nervous system as it worked, sense the electrical pulse as his heart beat. At a point in time, that had sounded…disturbing. Weird. Almost invasive. But when he really got to thinking about it, wasn't that just as intimate as what androids did? The lieutenant couldn't share his thoughts, for he was only human, but he could share that part of himself. Something about hat felt closer, more personal than sex. He smiled at the thought. “It always gets me to relax.” That soft staticky sensation emanating from plastic fingers & featureless palm were a comfort Hank could have never known if he hadn't met Connor. Just one more reason to be grateful for him.

Among other things. “It's also pretty damn cute that he gets so flustered if I get his fingers in my mouth.” That comment came with a bark of laughter. He really did love the look on Connors face when he did that, how his eyes would roll back in his head as Hank slipped a digit or two between his lips & sucked.

[thegirlfromwky]

Salvation -Pt.1- (Kenny McCormick x OC)

Not having friends never really bothered Sam, but when her mother calls with some bad news, she realizes how lonely she really is...

!!!(TW: Neglect, Mommy issues, Strong language)!!!

(NOTE: Characters are aged up to be seniors in high school! This is based on a Sims 4 save I've been playing!)

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Sam jumped out of her seat and slung her backpack over her shoulder, rushing out of the small classroom as soon as the bell dismissed her.

It was Friday afternoon, and while most students were rushing to exit the school, Sam speed-walked further into it. The sound of her peers making weekend plans with their cliques faded into the background of her mind as she only thought of one thing...

The new series of books in the library. They were brand new, having just been purchased by the school. They probably even still had that new book smell!

As the thoughts of fresh, crisp pages and a quiet night in under the light of a reading lamp filled her brain, she was suddenly sent tumbling onto her ass after walking right into something.

"Ow...fuck" she cursed, scrambling to pick up her backpack and the textbooks she was carrying.

"Hey, watch- Oh shit, it's a girl. You okay..?" a voice asked above her. She looked up, surprised. She hadn't even considered that the thing she had run into was a person; she assumed it was a wall or something.

Instead, a boy with messy golden blonde hair and concerned blue eyes peered down at her. He wore an orange hoodie and baggy ripped jeans with black sneakers. Sam felt herself blush, realizing she was staring.

But...he was staring too. His wide eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or anger. Just then, he held out his hand to her, offering to help her up. And with an embarrassed gulp, she took it, placing her smaller hand gently in his. It's warm and his flushed skin is softer than she would have assumed.

For the first time ever, she is self-conscious about her chipping red nail polish.

As gently as possible, he pulls her to her feet and she brushes the dirt from her black pleated skirt. The boy hurriedly bends down and picks up her things, handing them to her.

"So, um...you in a hurry or something?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her face warmed up all over again.

Fuck.

'I can't tell this guy I'm hurrying to pick up a book! I'll sound like a loser!'

"U-Um I was just on my way to my locker. Trying to get the hell out of here...heh..."

He smiled an amused and undeniably handsome smile, his eyes sparkling like sunlight on the ocean.

"Yeah, I feel that. Uh, I'm Kenny, by the way..."

"Sam..." she replied with a nod, holding her books against her chest.

"Kenny! Hurry up, asshole! We're playing Xbox at Kyle's!" a voice called. Sam glanced behind Kenny to see it belonged to a chunky, slightly shorter boy in a red coat. Two other boys were standing with him, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. A guy with a green hat is glaring at the one who yelled, and another with a brown coat is looking at his phone, not even paying attention.

"Coming, fatass..." Kenny grumbled, quiet enough that the other guy apparently did not hear him, before turning back to Sam.

"Hey, um, I gotta go but..." he began, pulling a scrap piece of paper from her binder and a pen from his pocket and scribbling something down quickly.

"Text me sometime...okay?" he finished, winking and shoving the pen back in his pocket before hurrying over to his friends. The chunky guy gave Sam a weird look as they all walked away towards the exit, but she didn't even notice. She was too consumed by what had just happened, and too busy staring at the messy black ink scrawled on her notes.

A phone number...a boy's phone number. A cute boy.

Carefully, she took the page and folded it up, placing it in a zip pocket of her backpack so she wouldn't lose it. With a cursory glance around, she snuck off to the library.

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Later that evening, after indulging in a few chapters of her new book, she sat at her desk, her notes and textbooks spread out in front of her. As her eyes trailed down the pages of notes, doing their best to transplant the information into her brain, she stopped suddenly. Under one of her bullet points was the black ink Kenny had scrawled on the page. The number.

She tried to get on with her studies and read past it, but found herself lingering on it, imagining what she would say if she were to text him. The thought filled her with anxiety. She never texted people first. In fact, she hardly ever texted people period. But there was no way around it; she had to. He couldn't exactly make the first move without knowing her number in return.

She took a deep breath and, with all the courage she could muster, grabbed her phone from her desk drawer.

She opened the texting app, determined to send the first message before she lost her nerve, when suddenly the screen lit up on it's own.

'Mom' it read, vibrating in her hand.

"Mom? At this hour?" she mumbled, tapping the button to accept the call.

"Samantha? It's mom...how are you?"

A mother's voice is something that should be comforting. It should make you feel safe and happy, especially if your mother happens to almost never be at home. But hearing her mom over the phone made Sam feel...nothing, really. She cared for her mother, but honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she had even seen her. Her mother didn't know her...she didn't even know her daughter hated being called by her full first name.

"Hey, mom. I'm fine, just doing some homework..."

"Good! That's good honey...so you're doing well in school, then? High marks?"

"Straight A's, just like always"

"My smart girl. I'm proud of you, Samantha"

That should have made her happy. It didn't.

An awkward silence filled the air for a few beats before her mother cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Er, pumpkin, I...may have some bad news"

"Okay?"

She sighed.

"Work is going to take longer than expected, and...I won't be home for Christmas this year, sweetheart"

As indifferent as Sam was about her mother, she did feel her heart drop a little at this. Her mom had always made sure to be home for Christmas, making peppermint hot chocolate for them and bearing gifts from different states and countries. That was the one thing they had together. Their one tradition.

"Oh."

"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry! I would get away and come home if I could but there is just no way this year! I promise we will do hot chocolate and presents the second I come home in January, though!"

She hated 'Sammy' almost as much as her actual name.

"Okay..."

"I-If you get lonely, grandma can always fly in to spend Christmas with you! Should I call-"

"N-No, mom. No, it's fine. I'm okay. I promise..." she said, a little too quickly to be convincing. Her mother was silent for a long moment.

"I'm going to send extra money the week of Christmas. Get yourself whatever you want, sweetie"

Suddenly, there was a stern male voice in the background.

"O-Oh, um, yes sir. Be right there...Samantha, my break is over but...I will try my best to call again soon, okay? Promise. I love you..."

"Love you too, mom"

The call ended, and Sam was left in the heavy silence of her bedroom, dark except for the lamp on her desk. When the call screen went away, the blank text box popped back up. Mocking her, she felt.

She clicked off her phone and plugged it in for the night. She'd lost the nerve to send that text.

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Ello! I've only recently gotten into South Park and this is my first time writing a fic for it. Hope it's not too ooc!

[supernovacat]

Does wanting to tear out your hair because it's either hat or must be perfect, considered self harm?

Like I don't want to do it becuase I hate my self, like I do want to die but in a sharp kind of way. Like all of the sensory is bad kind of way, I want it to stop, I don't really want to die. And pulling the hair out is the fastest way to make it stop, theoretically, never mind the aftermath.

Like if I could just not have hair that would be great, but I do, so it's a problem, and when it gets too much my Brain come up the most efficient solution it can, get rid of it.

Like half the reason I am always wearing noise canceling headphones is becuase it covers my ears so my hair can't touch them, I am always wearing a headband when possible.

Like it's different from skin picking, I do that too, because it's a sudden acute intrusive thought. Like stabbing my eye out with a straw when I see one standing straight up and tall. Or breaking my fingers to see how it would look, wiggling my teeth till they fall out, gouging my eye out with various objects and eating it, making myself puke until I pass out, thinking about what the best way to die would be (not because I want to die, just if I got to choose, I think doing a swan dive off of at least a 5 story building, as long as you hit your head it would be instant, a lot of people seem to think drowning, but I could be vaugly conscious for like at least a minute or two so that would be awful.)

Basically, my coping mechanism for dealing with this is just saying bad! Or stupid bitch! And then I get distracted by something else. What about you guys?

[sigmaleph]

Fiction, ~800 words

Warlock

She’d expected the eyes. Everyone knows what red eyes means, and she’d been ready with coloured contacts even before she’d done the deal. She had practice wearing contacts already, prescription, but she didn’t need that any more; it was a simple replacement to make.

The teeth had hurt like a motherfucker coming in, she’d been on painkillers for days, but after they were done they were not noticeable. Maybe if she smiled more, but how often do you notice the sharpness of a stranger’s teeth?

She’d started wearing her hair differently, fighting the ingrained habit of tucking it behind her ears. Since the ears had changed next.

When the horns came, she almost broke down crying. Because, again, they hurt, but also, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Only a few changes, everyone agreed. She’d triple checked that; nobody got horns from just a sixth. And yet they were there, growing on her head. She could wear hats? It was winter, maybe it would be fine to just never take her hat off indoors. And then summer would come and… she’d figure something out. Hats to keep the sun out your eyes were a thing. It’d be conspicuous, but…

She gave up when it came to her skin. Distinct blue tint. Getting more and more noticeable each day. There was no covering that, not without making it so fucking obvious there was something to cover up. It wasn’t illegal or anything. They couldn’t arrest her for it. But. Well. She’d wanted it to be her secret to keep for a while longer.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, she kept muttering to herself. Not this much.

***

Three months earlier

The circle was not painted in blood, of course. She didn’t have that kind of money, and bleeding herself seemed unwise. It was red, though, because they sell magically conductive paint in any colour you want, and why not? She also hadn’t painted it on her floor. She wasn’t some kid who just downloaded the ritual off the internet and hadn’t thought it’d be them cleaning it up later. She had this big sheet she could roll up and reuse.

The devil was standing right in the middle of that sheet.

“Human.”

“That I am,” she said. ”Do you have a name you are willing to share?”

“Shrenthrez”.

She had a notebook in her hand. “That’s shay-re-eb…?”

It corrected her spelling, casually. It didn’t seem offended, but she was definitely self-conscious about it. She had a flashcard deck for Infernal, she’d practised for this, but her ear wasn’t accustomed to the sounds. Every devil she’d talked to spoke English, anyway, it was just the names.

“You were looking to deal?”, it said, when she finished writing its name down.

“I am. One sixth of my soul, in exchange for magical potential.”

“How much were you hoping to get?”

“I have an offer for fifty-five units. Are you willing to do better?”

It stood silently for long seconds. Stared at her intently, like it had been pretending not to, before. Examining her soul.

“...I have an offer, on two conditions. The first is a precondition to hearing more.” It waited, and she nodded. “First, I want assurance that you will not discuss the details of my offer, with devil or human.”

“Absolute secrecy, or obfuscation of detail?”

“Obfuscation will do. You may say it was for more than fifty-five and conditions apply. You may say secrecy was involved.”

She thought for a moment. She was not agreeing to much, here, just not to discuss details, but one always carefully considers any agreement, with devils. It might make future negotiation slightly more inconvenient, but…

“Agreed.”

“One hundred and twenty productive units of magical potential. For one sixth of your soul, and an agreement that if you sell any further fraction, you’ll give me the right to hear any other offer you have and a chance to outbid it. You have my name already, you know how to call me back.”

She could not believe the number, at first. She’d been told to expect forty, been pleased when she had an offer of fifty, been amazed when she had managed to get the last devil to offer fifty-five. One hundred and twenty.

“I. um. Fair best efforts clause on that. I’m not giving you a permanent veto on selling my soul if you choose not to show up.”

“Acceptable. Three attempts to summon me, spaced at least a day apart each, before you can consider you’ve given me a fair attempt at hearing your offer and you can move on. I can say I do not intend to waste that option, but I am not swearing to that, of course.”

“Write it down?”

It produced a tablet from somewhere, and started carving into it with a claw. In English, thankfully. The Latin alphabet was not designed for devil writing mechanisms, but the devils seemed to manage. Certainly better than almost any human at learning their language.

She considered it. She pondered the written contract in front of it. She imagined trying to get something better than that, while complying with the precondition.

“Agreed.”

[banjoro]

WHEN WE FIRST MET

shuri x reader

My first time making one of these lol. i post more on wattpad @BANJORO

"I get soooo bored in this place. Why'd you have to take my keys away from me?" Shuri said sulking in her boredom. "Because it was getting unhealthy for how long you stay in there. The lab smells like the back of M'baku's neck." Okoye said while glaring at M'Baku with a smile on her face.

"Didn't young girl tell you be conscious of the way you look? Take her advice." M'Baku said. Shuri snickered but stopped once Okoye shoots her a look. "You think it's funny? I knew you were laughing the first time." She said patting on her hairless head.

"Can we get some entertainment please?" The queen requested and some guards came in with a man and sticks lit on fire. The man juggled the sticks and put the fire out with his mouth. Shuri was not impressed. "Take him away. My bast was that treacherous." she said holding her head in her hands.

Next entertainer, came in with magic tricks. Originals like pulling the bunny out of the hat. She pointed towards the exit and the man was dragged away by guards. Yawning, Shuri was intrigued once she saw a slim figure in a hooded robe appear in front of her being brung out by guards. Everyone paid attention to this one person.

From the robe, a hand stuck out pouring some magical, self moving sand all over the floor. Once it settled in a ring around the person, the robe flat setting off gasps from everyone in the room and making guards more alert. The sand then formed a beautiful woman. (play song.)

"when we first met girl..."

This woman was unseen gorgeous. Her melanin skin glistening while her clothes hug her curvy body and teeth shine under pure light. Everything from her hair to her feet seemed elegant and graceful. The accessories that rested on her neck and wrist making itself known by the luxurious color and shape. Shuri was sitting up in her seat at this point.

The lady began taking steps towards Queen Shuri making the Dora Milaje point their spears towards the scene. She stopped in front of Shuri and began to dance slowly to a drum beat that was played. The dance was almost like she was seducing her. It was sexy, slow and hypnotizing.

This woman had shuri in a chokehold. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. Every movement she took made Shuri fall more into a trance. She moved her index finger under her constructed jaw and rubbed against it while looking her up and down.She kissed the queen's hand followed by a wink and had her in shock. Shuri slouched in her throne and brought her hand to her chest like she was about to faint.

The Dora didn't like that her space was invaded and started running towards the mysterious woman. She was seen as a threat. She took off running dodging corners trying to lose them. The queen shouted for them to stop and begged for the girl to come back. She was in love like she had known her before.

"Ah Shuri! Don't be so silly over some random woman from the village. You should've seen your face. You froze like an antelope in headlights when she stepped up here." M'Baku spoke from next to her then taking a bite of a carrot. "Oh shut up you gorilla." She said arising from her throne and escorting herself to her room.

back to the woman...

Y/N ran through the big palace while running into many different people. She wasn't scared of the tribe, she was just having fun. She ran into a room where she can hide. The room was spacious. It had a huge california king bed with a tall headboard with vibrainum glowing it, a huge window showing the overlook of wakanda and its beauty. The sight was to die for. Huge curtains flowing with the air that breezed in from her balcony.

Sitting on a long couch that sat in front of the window was the queen looking upset. All she thought about at the moment was the woman she seen. She was so intrigued by her presence and wanted to know about the woman but her chance was passed up so quickly.

Shuri's POV.

My mind drifted as i tuned out the yelling of The dora outside my door. I sat on my couch in front of the window just staring off into the sight. The tall buildings, the glistening waters and the beautiful shining sun. I loved my country and would do anything for it.

But it's beauty doesn't compare to what i seen today. She was dropped straight from heaven. Every feature on her body looked like it was made out of gold. So rich and delicate. I heard my bedroom door slam and i seen only one person.

Her.

She stood there in all her glory. "Hi, Queen Shuri." she said giving me a small bow and i did back. "Oh my. Hello. Who are you? Where are you from?" I frantically asked. She giggled at my curiosity but i had to know who produced this blessing of this earth.

"That doesn't matter-" I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. We shared a deep hug. Felt something snap in my brain. I pulled away and I couldn't do nothing else but stare into her eyes. The brown orbs absorbed me in all their beauty. She stared back and it felt like electricity running through my body.

Our lips then crashed together into a passionate kiss. She sunk down in my hold as my height dominated her. My body felt like fireworks were exploding inside.

Third Person POV

The Dora Milaje was still scurrying around to find her. They looked in every nook and cranny but still no luck. "General, how about we check the queen's room?" One of the members said. Okoye shook her head yes and they went running towards the room.

While Shuri and Y/N was so deep into their kiss, Y/N's good ears heard their steps from far away but not that far. "Queen, I have to hide or leave. They're outside the door." She frantically said pulling away from the kiss. "What? No way and please call me Shuri." Shuri brushed off. "I'm serious." She said with the most serious face she can put on.

"QUEEN, WE HAVE TO ENTER IN 5 SECONDS." Okoye yelled through the door. Shuri's eyes widened as they scurry away from each other. Y/N hid near an escape route once they barge in. The tribe bust in the door and there stood Shuri alone standing in front of her window.

"EH?!! My door!!!" Shuri yelled.

"Shuri, no lying. Where is the girl?" Okoye asked. Shuri shrugged her shoulders with a sadden look. Y/N ran out behind them without them noticing anything till 2 of them guarding the door seen her and yelled after her. Okoye glared at Shuri as they ran with the other 2 women. "WAIT NO PLEASE" Shuri exclaimed out for them not to get her. A spear was thrown which was caught in her skirt lagging her back till she ripped it off and kept going.

Almost tripping, she was still able to get them off her back. Y/N was fast like lightning. She lost the Dora Milaje after a minute of full on sprinting. She found an exit and wrote a letter for Shuri and the tribe before leaving.

"We'll played my friends. Maybe next time we could play with the long izixhobo.

As for shuri sthandwa, i will be back sooner than you think.

xoxo

find out :) sala kakuhle!"

Later on...

A member of the group found the note and reported it back to Shuri. Many hours had passed and Shuri held the note in her hand reading it over and over. She can't believe she let her slip through her fingers like that. She was gone forever.

The sun was set and stars settled over wakanda. Shuri was already showered and ready for bed. She turned on some music she discovered while she was in America. The dim lights from the sky outside peered into her room.

...........

"Come back to me later tonight please." Shuri begged before the Dora Milaje yelled again. "3..." and continued counting down slowly. Y/N nodded and ran into her hiding spot."

..........

Resting, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. "Hey there Shuri. Did you miss me?" y/n spoke. Shuri rushed from under her covers and engulfed her into a hug. "How'd you get in here?" She asked holding y/n's beautiful face in her hands. "I snuck in then just walked up here. I learned this place while running away from the crazy bald head ladies." She giggled. Shuri did a short chuckle before dazing off into her eyes again.

Y/N broke the gaze and walked off to the balcony that showcased wakanda under her. She fell in love with the sight and couldn't believe she was in the presence of royalty. "You thought i forgot about what you said huh?" Y/N spoke as she was leaned over the railing then turned around. Shuri stood there with her curls over her head shaking her head yes. "I could never. You're the Queen." she said grabbing her face and rubbing it gently.

This put a smile on shuri face. "I'm sorry about earlier." Shuri apologized. "It's okay. I actually had fun" She giggled. Shuri did nothing but breathe and stare. She was truly intrigued and don't know what made her feel this way. Suddenly, they enjoyed yet another passionate kiss.

[cyborg-franky]

One Piece Character Wearing Lingerie For You Part 2

Part 2 The boys wearing sexy lingerie for you. Undercut is slightly perhaps N/SFW-ish images and defo horny writing . Art by @rosiinante headcannons by me!

Sanji - When you suggest it to the cook, he just grins at you. - “You assume I don’t always wear something under my clothes?” He said with a chuckle and untucked his dress shirt, showing you a little of the black lace. - “But if you want to see something a little spicier Swan, I can do that.” - Told to meet the chef late that night. - When you knocked on his door, told to come in you did just that. - You never expected Sanji to be posed on his bed like you were about to paint a picture of him. - The pink strappy number looked amazing on his skin. - The way Sanji looked you over, you must have looked stupid stood there with your mouth open before he nodded for you to join him. - He ran his fingertips over his body, each time he got to one of the straps he tugged at it and you watched how all the connecting ones dug into his flesh just a little. - You could tell the chef was feeling himself in this sexy number because the small pink panties weren’t enough to contain his cock. - His erection peeking over the lacy hem…

Law [preskip] - You always thought the man was kinkier than he seemed. - How he dressed in such normal clothes, the jeans and baggy sweater hid everything. - Seeing him now, sat on his chair dressed the way he was, well, it was a shock. - A very pleasant one at least. - “Too horny to put a thought together?” He chuckled, taunting you as you approached him when he beckoned you with one curled finger. - Black lace on tanned skin was intoxicating and driving you crazy. - You just wanted to run your hands all over him. - Law knew that’s exactly what was on your mind and beat you to it, running his own hands up and down his form, a wild smirk on his face. - You watched as inked hands went to his chest, tracing over his nipples, never breaking eye contact with you. - You couldn’t help yourself, you sat at his feet, hands running up his stocking-clad legs as he grinned down at you.

Corazon - He spat out the tea he had been drinking when you asked if he could wear something nice for you for your anniversary. - He wasn’t against it he was simply shocked. - He agreed, you even picked him something nice out. - He was self-conscious at first, his long, long legs completely exposed and showing off miles of scars. - You ran your hands up and down his legs, you kissed each scar as he sat on the bed with a blush on his face. - “They are part of you and just as beautiful.” You commented making your way up his legs, never missing a single scar, each getting a kiss. - Despite how embarrassed he seemed, his thick cock bulged against the sheer fabric of the panties and you glanced at him hungrily. - His nipples were stiff and pert from the cool air, the cutouts in the top part of the outfit doing nothing to help. “Your very handsome.” You commented as your hands found their way to his skirt, flipping the fabric up.

Sabo - He stared at the cards in his hand before the ones you’d laid down. The grin on your face spelt his doom. - “Another round?” He chuckled and saw you shake your head. - Sabo had been keen to get you into something embarrassing and was less than happy with how the tables had turned. - You were soon sat on his bed and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. - “Come on, I at least picked a nice one and a matching hat” You called, getting bored, tapping your foot on the floor. - He peeked around the corner and saw you raise an eyebrow. - “Don’t laugh, I think it actually looks nice..” He mumbled. - “Just come on already.” - He stepped out and showed off his legs, you admired them, scars and all. - “You... wow... you do look good in that,” You said gawking at him. - The blue-suited him, the way it hugged his muscles was perfect. - He walked over to you and you could tell the compliment hand landed well. - His erection lifted the frilly skirt. - He was now grinning down at you as he stood over your lap, lifting said skirt and showing off his hard cock. - Oh, you both enjoyed this more than you thought…

[babblydrabbly]

I'm Not Sentimental, But

[Gif]

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

You tried your best not to hold your breath over Rick Flag; This wasn't that sort of relationship. But after one mission in particular you realize that whatever it is you've built with him has meant just as much to Rick as it has to you. Based off this beautiful request!

Word count: 3.5k+

Rating: nsfw, angst/smut/fluff! We've got it all tonight!

Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood/violence, alcohol, Post-The Suicide Squad (2021) Spoilers, but also canon divergence obvs. Fix-it fic.

[ A/N: ok, just ahhhhhhh!asfgkhl. WOW. It's not too long in retrospect, but this is officially the longest fic I've ever written for this blog! Emotional Rick just makes me feel so SOFTTT <3 Also, I took my time with this one because I knew the second I read your request I was going to have so many thoughts about it ;_;]

His text message lights up your screen after midnight.

Can we meet?

Just seeing his name is enough to wake you up. Before you can ask where he is or how he's doing, you get another message— an address.

---

It had become your usual arrangement. You'd had your reservations about Rick when you first met; He was kind, but secretive. You'd assumed that there was another woman. Maybe a wife. In a way, he was married— To a job he didn't like to talk about.

The two of you met in a hotel bar. As your friends celebrated a milestone birthday, you kept to the outside of the circle, self-conscious in your blouse and tight bottoms. You had a shot or two in you, but you decided to nurse a beer as the night went on later than you tended to stay out. The din of the chic room kept you distracted— Everyone seemed to be toasting or cheering for something that night. Eventually, you peeled yourself away from the cluster of couches and low tables and wandered over to the bar. It was freer now that it was late; You leaned with ample room on the mahogany surface as you waited for your drink.

"Celebratin'?" Came a curt but pleasant drawl.

You looked over to see a man on his own, a beer of the same brand as yours in his palm. Even sitting down on a stool, Rick was taller than you. He wore a baseball cap that obscured some of his face, but you could see the hint of five o'clock shadow on his angular jaw. His arms, large and straining against a simple v-neck shirt, rested comfortably on the bar a few inches from you.

With some rare liquid courage in your veins, you smiled over at him, "Yeah," You started, gesturing back to your friends. "Big birthday this year."

"You?"

"Oh, no—"

"Kiddin'." He said, and he returned your smile. He glanced over at you then. You were startled by a pair of hazel green eyes. "I'd take a guess at the gal wearing a tiara 'n sash."

You forget to return to your group for awhile. You wanted to know what someone as approachable as him was doing all alone— In a bar known for big bashes and parties upstairs no less. He shrugged, removed his hat to reveal a head of light brown hair and asked if you'd like to take a seat. You did.

He offered an explanation: He wasn’t from around here. Only stopping for some rest before returning to work (But he won't say much else). He does share that he has a military job, and he arches a brow when you can't keep yourself from making a face.

"Sorry," You said, flushing, "I, um— I guess I'm not familiar with that sort of life."

But instead of taking offense, Rick asked you what sort of life you had. You admitted that tonight is a bit of a miracle, that you wish you'd worn sneakers instead of the ridiculous shoes you had on now. You liked your friends, but this was definitely not a normal occurance.

Rick chuckled as he glanced down between the two of you, knocked his boot into the side of your high heel gently. He reassured you that this bar isn't really his kind of place either. You let him stay there, let your ankle graze coyly against his beneath the bar. His southern drawl runs right over your skin as you continued exchanging small pieces of each other— Those little bits of information that drew you a faint picture of this stranger.

"I'm [y/n], by the way." You managed to remember after an hour or so. He's resting his chin in his hand, looking at you with hooded eyes. He contemplated his answer, rolled his own name around in his mouth before he says it in that voice that’s tipping you over a ledge—

"Rick."

Rick, Rick, Rick.

You say it into the crook of his neck, dig your nails into the firm muscles of his back as he pants in your ear. He's staying in one of the rooms upstairs; You told your friends you were abandoning their city crawl— And they wanted to see who has tempted you into something so sordid.

But you keep Rick separate, just as he does you. It becomes a feral secret, your own private need. Rick was your secret, and you didn't doubt you were his secret as well. When he's in the area, he drops you an alias, an address, a new place more often than not. They're never seedy hotels, never somewhere in town you'd second guess your safety.

In fact, you feel safe whenever he opens the room door. When he invites you in with that heavy gaze and locks it behind you. The bathroom is usually warm with steam from a fresh shower, the television on a music channel, or something low and soft. He picks quiet places, ones with quiet bars— Your ritual.

And you stay, all night. Sometimes hardly getting any sleep at all. You don't ask about work; Though you start to decipher when he's just coming from somewhere or just about to ship out. There's a difference in the way he fucks you then. When he's about to leave for somewhere far away, he's less keen on drinking and more interested in bringing you upstairs; Throwing you onto the bed like it's the last time he'll see you, and you push away the inevitable thought that one day, that may very well be the case. Whether by choice or not, Rick always came into your life on temporary terms, leaving in a whirlwind just as quickly. Uncertainty was part of your game.

But there were times— A few times— When he'd ask you to meet him down in the bar, late at night with few people around. He picks a booth, your drink waiting for you. He presses you warmly into the corner almost all night until last call, asking you to tell him about how your days had been while he was away. How life was like in a world like yours. He seemed to revel in the little things; You could tell him about fucking traffic, about your house, your bedroom—tempt him with whispers about how you lied in bed these past few weeks, thinking about him— but never breaking the spell by asking him over.

You also don't ask about the bruises, the black eyes, and on one occasion, a deep gash freshly stitched from his elbow all the way down his outer arm. You had looked down at it worriedly all evening, to the point where Rick asked you if you wanted to call it a night. If it was too much to look at. He looked sullen then, drawing his arm off the table — Whatever it was he kept to himself, it gnawed away at his mind. Distracted him despite his effort to maintain his usual, warm self. You pulled his fingers off the bottle in his hands then. He trailed behind you without a word, your feet guiding him back upstairs to the room.

Whatever his world was, whatever yours— Inside that room, for one night, you shared something you didn't have to explain to another soul.

---

So you drive in a hurry, park on the street outside the new hotel that had just cropped up downtown. You bypassed the lobby desk in a simple pair of jeans and a sweater, your hair still a little tousled from sleep.

When you reach the quiet hallway, you pause in front of Rick's door, stopping your wrist short before knocking.

Rick yanks it open anyway, like he's been waiting at the foot of the bed for even a whisper of you outside. Your eyes fly up and down him, checking for something— You're not sure what. You expect new bruises, maybe. Butterfly bandaids stuck somewhere over his skin. Your mouth falls open when you see it.

Rick is standing without a shirt on, a ghastly slash grinning at you from his bare chest. Its healing over, but its also no where close to old. Behind him, his sparse belongings are strewn about the floor instead of tucked carefully away in a corner like they usually are. And in the bathroom, you hear the shower running, the steam curling out into the room as it must have been for awhile now.

You take a cautious step inside the room. Rick backs away, lets you close the door as he avoids your gaze with a dazed looked somewhere through you.

"Rick?" You breathe. You reach a hand up to push his matted hair from his face. He leans into the touch, his hand swiftly catching yours to keep it there, keep you cupping the side of his face; You feel the grime of sweat and dirt mixing together on his skin. Like he just crawled out of that hole he calls his world and back into yours.

He swallows thickly. You watch the press of his lips tremble for a moment.

"Hey," He tries.

But you only shake your head.

You lock the door, then draw him toward the bathroom. Without a word you slip out of your jeans, your sweater, coaxing Rick to do the same. He lets you push him into the shower first gently, drawing the glass door shut as you join him. Immediately, the hot spray of the water on Rick's back gets his taut muscles to relax.

He doesn't say a word as you reach on your tip toes to run some shampoo into his hair, a lather of soap over his skin. You avoid the wound on his chest— you suck in a breath as he flinches when you brush some soap over a black and purple welt mapped over his hipbone and down his thigh.

Eventually, as if thawed from sleep, his hands begin to move, brushing the suds and water along the rest of himself as he turns to face the shower head. Carefully, you wrap your arms around his waist as the two of you stay like that for awhile. For a minute more under the warm water.

You open your eyes against his back when you hear the faucet turn off. You listen to his breathing as he stands there with his hands pressed to the tile in silence.

You towel Rick off outside of the steaming bathroom for him on the bed. The cool air of the room soothes his flushed skin. He watches you wring out your hair, and you leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, crawling into the bed beside him. The light from the bathroom at your back casts you in a dim shadow and his face in a golden light.

"I quit." He whispered.

It's such a simple way to put it— You wonder if it could really have been that easy. But you can't presume to know a damn thing. This was the arrangement— The not truly knowing.

And before you can discern why, your eyes are welling with tears. You grip his face. Whatever did this, whatever pierced Rick had clearly broken off and left itself wedged inside him. Your grasp moves down, hovers shakily over the angry wound on his chest, afraid to touch it.

Rick's face falls at the sight of your crying— The first time you've ever let anything like it happen in front of him. And fuck, he wants to take it back. The words, his scars— He breached the pact; The not letting the outside come in through that white hotel door.

Then, you're kissing him. Crushing your lips to his, passing your tears from your cheeks to his. Rick scoops you over into him, runs his hand over the cleft at your thigh to hitch your leg around his hip. Your tongue prods at his chapped lip, parts his mouth open to taste him. You want to spread your fingers over his chest— You grip them into tight fists, keeping them away.

He's hurt. Cut open. Damaged goods. Rick refuses to bear the thought that you can't touch him; He reaches for your hands and pries them open, guides you down his abdomen, his sides. He kisses you with a wordless plea: Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of me now.

Still, he grunts as your leg digs into the bruises. You reel away from him, the look on your face tearing him up. Rick sits up and stares at your deer in the headlights look.

With a slow hand, Rick pushes you back carefully, and you relax down into the comforter, unsure.

"It's alright, [y/n]." He says. You want to burst— You're the one who should be telling that to him. Rick kisses you again; He trails them down your throat, across your neck. You frame his crown with your hands as he travels down between your breasts. He laps a searing hot stripe over your nipple, then moves over to the other to do the same.

The muscles in your body begin to relax one by one as Rick takes the time to map kisses across you. Over every stretch of skin. He laves at the light marks that decorate your lower belly, the crevices that join to meet at your soft mound. Rick sucks at the skin there, nips with light teeth at the flesh. You arch your back and let your legs spread out around him, frame them timidly around his tanned shoulders.

Rick moves past your lips, lowering himself to give some attention to your inner thighs. He nips you again, firm bites sending a jolt up you every time. The stubble of his chin scratches satisfyingly with every move of his jaw. His tongue lashes out, lapping at your folds, circling to dip around your swelling clit.

---

Rick ignited a hunger in you. The elevator doors closed, and both of you closed the gap between you. You met in a first kiss that makes your head spin. He holds the card up to the hotel door behind you as he pins you there in the hallway. Your fingers rake through his hair— You laughed, embarrassed, when you knock off his hat. Rick chuckled and kicked the cap into the room as he backs you into the foot of the bed at the same time. You dragged him down with you, eager to feel the weight of him pressed down onto your body. But he held himself up courteously, careful not to crush you beneath him. You pulled away from his lips, stared up at him.

"You're beautiful." He noted— A simple statement of fact.

He ventured down your waist, and you asked him if he wanted to turn out the lights first. His lips pursed, as you looked down at him, your face flushed and your hair spilling out over the sheets.

"Darlin’, I wanna see every inch of you tonight." You were always safe with him.

---

He’s pushing your thighs apart further— You suck in a breath as his tongue delves between your folds, tasting you. He curls it deep inside your cunt. You release a shuttered whine.

Rick knows you. Knows just when to push his fingers into you, thrust two of them inside you. You arch your back, tilting your hips up to meet his face. Your tight walls stretch around him.

You feel your skin getting hotter, every stroke making your breath quicken. He keeps at this steady pace— spreads your lips apart to lave and swipe at your exposed clit until you're panting. He always brings you over the edge so easily, but tonight you tug at his hair, tell him to wait.

Rick grinds his arousal into the sheets, groaning as he laps you up. You reach down, cup his face until he's pulling away to look up at you.

"Get up here." You purr. You pull at Rick's arms, get him to make his way back up the bed until he's lying down beside you. He has the gall to feign a put out look.

"I was liking those sounds, baby." He shoots you a lopsided smile, his lips and chin shining. You huff, kissing him and tasting yourself.

Tentatively, you trace your fingertips down his chest, leaving a wide path between your hand and the wound in the dead center. You take his nipple between your fingers, giving it a knowing tweak, and Rick's head falls back as you lean down to take it in between your lips. You suck until the skin is pulled taut, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen until Rick is lying back, laying down for you.

His cock laid hard against his lower stomach. You take the head into your mouth, earning you a groan. Rick slips his fingers around the nape of your neck as he says your name.

You take Rick deep in your throat, your grasp wrapping around the rest of him. You hollow out your cheeks until you're releasing his cock with a soft pop with every other stroke. Rick's chest heaves as he shutters.

There's an older scar— Faded and pale now— Just above the dusting of hairs that trail up to his belly button. You splay your free hand over it, try to will all of his marks to fade and leave themselves far in the past where they can't reach the two of you here.

Rick's hips stutter, rolling up to meet the back of your throat. You moan around him, and the sound reverberates, flies straight up into him. He draws you off of him quickly, before he's tempted to come right then and there.

You sit back up to straddle Rick, your legs bracketing his pelvis. He runs his hands up your thighs— Rough calluses catch on your skin, familiar and comforting. "Rick," You say, canting your hips. Your mound, still slick, presses over his thick cock. His hands cup the back of your thighs, pull you closer until you're seated over his length but not yet penetrating you.

His jaw is clamped shut. You frown as you see him grind his teeth down over words he's mulling over.

"I fucking hate leaving you." He whispers.

You lean down. Your damp hair brushes over his chest, his face, as you press a kiss over his frowning lips. "So don't."

"You... You'd be alright with it if I stayed awhile?" He tries, blinking up at you through the locks of your hair, and you want to laugh at the bizarre question— If he stayed? Hadn't you made it pitifully clear you never wanted him gone?

You look down to see a face that says that's exactly what he's thinking. That this arrangement, these evenings within these walls— The fear that this is all you've ever wanted from him— Has been his reality too.

How many nights had you kidded yourself with stray thoughts of something more? Of that dangerous path, where you imagined lingering in bed until morning turned back into night again— Of one day after the other with him still here— in your world. You weren't the sentimental type then; After awhile, you had gotten the hang of pushing the thoughts away.

"You're really done?" You asked with awe now. His hands slide up to hold your waist, his head nodding against the pillow. You have so many more questions; The door you kept shut between you and Rick is threatening to open.

"I don't have to hide you away anymore." He offered without explanation. But you think about his aloof nature, his refusal to blur the lines.

"The hotels..."

"I didn't want certain people knowin'... Knowing where you lived, where I went. I was tryin' to..."

Keep you separate. Keep you to himself. This one thing— God, let him have this one thing.

Rick's brain had wracked with the thought of you as Dubois spoke to Waller for the last time; If she ever came after him, after any of them— Even Rick— Waller would pay. Even with pints of blood missing, his heart still raced on the helicopter back to the States with the surviving members of the squad.

She was going to leave them alone. There was leverage in this world to keep you safe now. And he was done— With ARGUS, with Waller.

"Stay." Your voice pulls him out of his storming thoughts, pulls him back up out of the waves. It echoes, putting bullets in every worry he's carried from Corto Maltese back to you. Stay, stay, stay.

Rick grips you tight as you move atop him. Your breath mingles together, exchanging the same air as he thrusts up into you. You whimper, drag your lips over his chin and jaw. Cup his face so that it never disappears again. You dare to hope he never disappears without warning ever again.

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“...What?” You murmured. Grey light had begun framing the drawn curtains. Had you actually just stayed until morning? In and out of sleep, you lied facing Rick, this stranger who felt familiar now. He was smirking softly at you, a lock of your hair weaving between his fingers as he lied before you on the bed.

You draw gentle patterns across his war ravaged skin, thinking he had finally fallen off to sleep when his eyes open. You stared.

"...Wasn’t gonna tell you my name." He finally admitted — curiously— Like you had surprised him, like you were the one who pried the thought from him without his even knowing. Rick had made simpler plans for this night. The easy kind. But your laugh had ensnared him, your gaze drawing him in— Wiped his memory. Your clothes, all around the room, looked too good to pick up off the floor.

You blinked, lips curling upward. “Did you want to take it back?” You craned your neck and glanced back at the glowing clock on the stand behind you. “I think I only said it about…. A hundred times in the last five hours.” When you turn your head back again, his lips are there to meet you, pressing a grin onto the corner of your mouth.

“Nah,” He muttered, drawing you against him. Rick wanted to do this another five hours, another ten. You wrapped your arms around his warm torso, tangled your legs in his beneath the sheets. “I want to see you again.”

"Yeah?" You smiled, visibly pleased. It was like a weapon, the way you endeared him with a single word, with that open face.

"I uh, can't promise when that'll be." He said, watching your reaction fixedly. The night's miracle had faded back to reality. You couldn't deny it in yourself— He was magnetic. You were stuck. Though you knew it would end, you had hoped he'd offer something more.

"What d'you think?" He prodded. Waited. Outside, the world was waking up; This was ending, he thought— dreaded. He put the detonator into your hands.

You stopped your minstrations over his tattooed skin, shrugging softly. Warmth floods him as you lifted that smile to him. Gave him some hope he didn't know he still wanted in another person.

You shrugged, unaware of everything to come.

"I don't mind waiting."

You really didn't.

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч'ѕ Мом | Рдгт Тшо

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Nat has you all to the herself just the for weekend. And she’s gonna take every second for granted.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat again bc i luv her, so major age gap (reader 21+), pool sex, stacy almost catching y’all, somnophilia/waking the r up with sex, tiny tiny bit of angst

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I’m having writer’s block atm but i did have this in the back of my head. Might do a part three?

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The white sunshine woke Nat from her peaceful sleep slightly irritating her but when her eyes landed upon your tranquil form beside her, she forgot what put her in a bad mood in the first place. She brushed the hair from your face listening to the quiet snores with a small smile on her face.

Last night was incredible for her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked under her; squirming and whining as she drilled her hips into you. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d shared her bed with someone she cared about. You made her feel young again. Reminded her what it felt like to be desired, to be craved by another woman again.

She couldn’t resist her hands roaming across your soft belly pulling you closer to her warm body. She kissed the side of your head down to your ear nibbling softly on your earlobe making your stir in your sleep. You turned your head to face her and she brushed her nose along yours before pulling away to see a faint smile on your sleepy face.

A mischievous idea popped into the older woman’s head and before she could dwell on it much longer she moved her body down your naked one before settling between your thighs. She hadn’t gotten a taste like she had wished for last night but this would be the first of many times she was going to get to.

She kissed your hips and gently caressed the inside of your thighs softly. Your knees pushed back subconsciously allowing her to settle more comfortably. She leaned down kissing the inside of your thighs softly pulling sighs and moans from you already. She kept her eyes trained on you as she licked your pussy.

Your hips wiggled and bucked forward into her mouth; your sighs and whimpers grew louder at the feeling. You thought you were dreaming. Feeling the older woman between your thighs felt surreal. You woke up hazy quickly registering the beautiful redhead that buried her tongue deep inside you.

Your hands found home in her red and blonde locks that you spent many nights dreaming about tugging on. Her big green eyes were trained on yours with nothing but a mischievous and lustful glint in them. She inserted a finger past your folds; it felt cold and soft. Your body unable to resist shuddering.

"Nat," you sighed, keeping your fingers buried in her long locks.

"доброе утро," she hummed against your skin making your stomach tighten with pleasure.

She skillfully added another finger stretching you out just a bit but nowhere near as much as her cock did the night before. She spread your folds with her outer fingers before leaning down again flicking her tongue against your bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers quicker in and out you wrapping her lips around your clit sucking harshly.

"Fuck, that feels so good, mommy," you whined, wiggling your hips wildly.

Nat brought her forearm up, resting firmly on your hips to steady your wild movements. She didn't slow down her pace as you got closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as did your whimpers and whines. Your body shook in pleasure as you fell over the edge, crying Nat's name in ecstasy.

You slowly came down from your high in a pan`ting mess. Your skin felt hot and sticky, the sheets clinging on to you. Your tummy flipped and fluttered when you laid your eyes on Natasha. She brought her fingers up to her lips sucking lewdly on them keeping her eyes trained on you slowly crawling back over your body.

"Good morning, красотка," she hummed against your lips before kissing you properly.

"What a way to wake a girl up," you giggled, cupping her face in your hands.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just looked so fucking sweet lying there, practically waiting for me to ruin all over again," she whispered huskily.

"Nat," you breathed out.

"Y/n," she whispered with just as much desperation in her voice as yours did.

Reality struck suddenly. This was the mother of one of your closest friends, your best friend. she practically twice your age and here you were naked in her bed while her daughter was away. This was so inappropriate. What would happen if you were to get caught by Stacy, finding her best sleeping with her mom? She would kill you, never trust you again.

"This is wrong," you turned your head away.

"Then why does it feel so good? So right?" she ran nose along your jaw and around the shell of your ear.

"Fuck," her cold fingers grazed your soft skin making you burst into chills.

"Just for the weekend, please," she begged.

"Let me have you all to myself for the weekend and when Stacy comes back, we can pretend this never happened. I promise."

"Nat," you whispered.

"Please," Nat begged.

"Just for the weekend?"

She nodded with sadness in her eyes. You pressed your lips to hers momentarily before Nat slowly crawled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom quickly coming back out with a fluffy white robe wrapped around her beautiful body. She was ready to walk out but stopped in the doorway turning back to you with a coy smile.

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

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The day went by and Nat refused to take her hands off you. Making breakfast ended with you on your knees, head between her thighs as she patted your head drinking from her mimosa; of course having to put that down and steady herself from how good your tongue felt. Having lunch ended with your hands tied behind your back bent over the couch as she pound her faux cock into you from behind. And it hasn't even surpassed one pm.

The sun shone brightly and you and Nat dressed to spend a couple hours by the pool. She wore a stunner leopard print bikini that you couldn’t help but gock at. She wore a straw sun hat and carried a small book with her. Her curves and long legs on display made your tummy fluttered. You felt unimpressive and somewhat self conscious wearing a simple white bikini.

“Such a beaut,” she smiled, pressing her lips against yours. Well, that certainly made you feel better. She walked hand in yours outside, settling down on a lawn chair. She pulled you on top of her, your knees falling either side of her hips. Her delicate hands rubbed softly over your thighs and hips to cup your cheeks.

“God, I could just kiss you all day,” she grinned.

“Really taking this weekend for granted aren’t ya?” you giggled.

“If this is the only time I get to pretend you're mine, I'll take every second I have for granted,” she whispered.

You looked into her teary eyes, tears building up on your own. It’s not that you didn’t want her just as bad, what will people say if a very popular and successful billionaire business woman in New York City was found dating a significantly younger woman, her daughter’s best friend to be exact, she’d be torn to shreds by the public. That’s not fair to her, or to Stacy.

“I- I’m gonna take a dip,” you smiled softly. Nat could see the cogs whirring in your pretty little head but she knew it wasn’t something to talk about right now; so she didn’t push.

“Kiss,” she pulled you back to her.

You smiled in the kiss before walking over to the pool swaying your hips a little extra knowing she’d be eyeing you up and down. Nat bit her lip and watched you slowly walk into the pool soaking your gorgeous skin that practically glowed under the sun. She knew what game you were trying to play so she shoved her face in her book for the time being.

A few moments went by and you just relaxed by the edge of the pool soaking in the sun and the view that the backyard gave you. You turned your head to look for Nat seeing as this had probably been the longest she’d gone today without taking you in some way, but she wasn’t lounging where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

“Miss me already?” she said walking back outside with two drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face.

“Well, considering you haven’t tried to jump my bones for the tenth time today I was beginning to get worried you might’ve gotten tired of me,” you retorted.

“Hon, I could never get tired of you,” she handed you the glass.

“What is it?”

“Just a pina colada,” she smiled.

“You don’t strike me as a woman who likes to drink pina coladas,” you grinned taking a sip.

“Well, no. I’m Russian. I like vodka; straight,” she said with a thick heavy Russian accent, making you giggle.

“But lucky for you, I’m not,” she wiggled her brows making your eyes widen momentarily before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” you giggled.

“Come here,” she chuckled.

You pressed your lips against hers moving perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She pressed your back against the edge of the pool slipping her tongue last your lips. She caged you in her arms and yours wrapped around her small waist pulling her body flushed against you.

“God, so fucking sweet,” she whisepred tasting the remnants of the fruit drink you just drank.

Her fingers dipped in the water tracing the waistline of your bikini bottoms. She curled her finger over them pulling them down and you watched them float to the surface gasping when her finger grazed between your thighs.

"красотка, I can feel how wet you've gotten. And I know it's not the water," she nibbled on your earlobe.

"Oh, Nat," you moaned breathlessly.

She pushed her finger past your folds, instantly feeling your walls clench with need. She circled your clit expertly with her thumb, pressing her lips back on yours desperately. You brought your hands up and playfully flicked her sun hat off before wrapping your arms around her neck, arching your chest into hers.

Your leg wedged between her legs and she slowly grinded on your thigh. Her lips went to your neck softly sucking and biting the delicate skin as her fingers moved quicker and quicker stroking your velvety walls perfectly, chasing your release for you.

That was something you quickly noticed about her. Nat was an extreme giver. She always went out of her way to make you come undone for her. You had tasted her already but you had yet had a chance to have your own way with her. As much as the thought alone made you tingle, she always beat you bending you over whatever surface was available, the bed, the couch, the counter, anywhere taking you however she deemed appropriate from behind.

"Shit, I'm gonna- Fuck!" you squeaked.

"Come on, baby. Come all over mommy's fingers. Look at me," she demanded, her hips grinding wildly along your thigh chasing her own orgasm too.

You stared intimately into her eyes as your stomach tightened and your legs shook. If you weren't floating between the wall and her body, without a doubt your knees would've buckled sending you to the floor. You grip tightened around her neck pulling her forehead against yours as you felt yourself topple over the edge. Your body reaches nirvana as you cry her name.

Nat watched you with pure adoration and an open mouth as she came on your thigh. When you both eased back to reality her lips immediately found themselves back on yours. You breathed heavily through your nose and when she pulled away you couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?"

"You're addicted to kissing me," you giggled.

"I can't help it, красотка. Taste so sweet," she bit her lip.

"Let me grab some towels, baby."

Nat went inside leaving wet footprints along the house. She'll clean that up later. She grabbed a bundle of towels for you after putting on her fluffy white robe she usually wore. You stayed in the pool still breathing heavily waiting for her to return with those towels. Seeing as the pool wasn't necessarily as 'clean' as it was moments ago you opted to just get out and wait on a chair instead.

Suddenly, on her way back to the pool the front door opened and Stacy and her boyfriend walked in arguing. Nat's eyes widened and she looked at you who stood butt naked in her pool. You heard the two's sudden appearance, freezing in fear before realizing you needed to get dressed before either one catches you.

You jumped back in the pool treading the water to grab your bottoms that practically floated away and Nat tried her best to distract them for the time being until you were decent.

"Hi, you two are back so soon?" Nat said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Jason booked the hotel room for one night instead of three," Stacy said frustratingly.

"I didn't mean to," he responded shyly.

"Can Jason just stay with us for the rest of the weekend?" Stacy asked.

"Sure," Nat sighed.

"Is everything ok, mom?"

"Yeah," No it's not.

You put your bottoms on overhearing the conversation. Your heart sank. Was it over? Did your glee filled weekend with your forbidden love end already? You looked sorrowfully at Nat who too looked to be in complete frustration and anger.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Stacy chuckled clearly joking but unbeknownst to her she really did.

“Oh, no. We were just tanning by the pool,” Nat shrugged with a half hearted smile. You hesitantly walked towards Nat seeing as she still held all the towels. You could still feel her; her lips on your neck, her fingers between your thighs, her core grinded against your thigh, her breasts pressed against yours, fuck. Fuck Stacy and her boyfriend coming home early.

“What happened?” Jason asked passing by you towards the pool.

“What do you mean?” Nat asked, handing you the towel.

“There’s something gooey, like white slime in the pool,” Jason called out and your eyes widened; you came pretty hard in Nat’s fingers but you didn’t know it was that much.

“We uh… we were having a drink, spilled some in the pool. Hence why we’re getting out,” Nat lied.

“Want me to call a pool guy?” Stacy asked.

“The filter should take care of it,” she waved off.

“Are, uh- are you kids hungry?” Nat redirected the conversation.

“Starving,” Stacy chuckled.

Stacy and Jason went to the kitchen leaving you and Nat alone for a minute. You couldn’t say anything afraid your voice would betray you. You went to leave, accepting that this fantasy you indulge the past twenty four hours, the best twenty four hours you’ve ever had, was over.

“Y/n,” Nat grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away.

“The weekend’s over, Nat. I’m sorry,” you whispered tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m gonna shower,” you said before walking away; Nat letting you go considering there wasn’t really anything else to say.

She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing some ingredients and placing them on the counter.

“What happened to Y/n?” Stacy asked.

“She’s gonna take a shower. She’ll be back,” she responded, still holding a solemn expression.

“Are you sure everything’s ok, mom?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

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You Sent for Me, My Lady? (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Part 2

Warning: NSFW

You are just biting into the edge of your toast when you hear a bell ring. You instinctively look up, as do all the servants in the dining hall, wondering what next task would be sent for them. You see the bell under the plaque denoting the Countess’s Chambers ring insistently. You sigh. You had rather hoped you would be able to finish your breakfast before dressing the Lady for the day, but she was on a rather tight schedule. “Well, that’s me, I suppose,” you say to your fellow servants as you wipe the corner of your mouth of any leftover crumbs. “I’ll be off then.”

As you climb back up the stairs to the door that separates the servants quarters from the main hall, your cheeks flood with color as you recall the events from the night before. You had just finished brushing Alcina’s hair for the evening, the customary 100 strokes before bed. As you replaced the silver-back brush in front of the mirror, you happened to catch Alcina’s reflection.

Even after countless nights of dressing her and undressing her as her Lady’s Maid, her beauty still struck you as soundly as it did the first time you met her. Fathomless golden eyes framed by long lashes stared back at you from the looking glass. Her lips were deep crimson, laugh lines like accent marks dotting the corner of her lips. Up close you could see the flaws in her foundation, cracks lining her alabaster skin, moving up into her hairline and down the swell of her full breasts.

Alcina had caught you staring. Her eyebrow quirked up and she gave you an amused smile. “See anything you like, dear?” she teased.

You felt your face grow hot. “P-please pardon my rudeness, your Ladyship,” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean to stare. Is- is there anything else I can help you with, my Lady?”

“No.” She turned from the mirror to face you and you blushed further at the intensity of her expression. She gave you a considering look. “But perhaps,” she purred as she moved the hem of her nightown to expose her gartered leg. “There is something I can help you with, pet.” She took your small hand in her larger one and set it against her thigh.

Suddenly Alcina had swept you in her arms and you were in her lap, your legs straddling her wide hips. Your face was cupped between her hands and she was kissing you fiercely, her fingers weaving themselves in your hair, knocking it out of its tight bun. Your cap fell off and rolled under the vanity, forgotten. Alcina took a couple strands of your hair, now loose and falling past your shoulders and inhaled deeply. “What lovely hair you have, my dear,” Alcina said, twirling a loose lock between her fingers. “Such a shame you have to keep it hidden while working, but needs must, I suppose.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were not used to such compliments coming from your Lady. You hardly stammered out a thank you before Alcina’s mouth was on yours again, her lips moving hungrily against yours. She took off one hand that was holding the side of your head and glided it up your skirt. She caught your bottom lip in between her fangs, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she worked to unhook your garter. You felt your core heaten up in anticipation.

She shifted you around so you were facing the mirror. You started as you saw your reflection for the first time since being in Alcina’s arms. Your hair was disheveled, your kiss-swollen lips were smeared all over with Lady Dimitrescu’s lipstick, and your face was flushed bright red. She began kissing the sensitive nape of your neck and you felt a pleasant shiver go up your spine. “Would- would you not rather take this to bed, my Lady?” you stammered.

“Actually, I would rather stay here if you don’t mind, pet,” Alcina purred. “I rather like the view it affords us.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around your neck and began undoing the buttons of your collar, bending her dark head to kiss each new spot she uncovered. Before long, your neck and upper chest were covered with lipstick stains and hickeys. You could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her nightgown as she saw your arousal dripping down your leg.

Alcina moved her hand down the front of your open dress to cup your breast. As she stroked her finger around your areola, you felt your nipples harden at the stimulation. You leant your head back against her ample bosom and were hardly able to suppress the sigh that escaped your lips. She caught your expression of bliss in the mirror and flashed you a manic grin before slipping two of her fingers into your core.

You gasped as her fingers started to move rhythmically inside you. Your hips began to rise and fall in Alcina’s lap as you rode her fingers. You caught a glimpse of your reflection and your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat. You’d bitten your lip and blood had started running from the corner of your mouth. You started to feel self-conscious and began to turn away.

Alcina turned your face back to the mirror, gently but firmly. “No need to be bashful, pet,” Alcina said, quickening the pace of her fingers. “I want you to see your expression when I make you experience le petites mortes.”

Your hips bucked as Alcina quickened her pace. They could hardly keep up with the movements of her fingers. You could feel your orgasm building. “Your-your Ladyship, please!” you cried out as Alcina grabbed a fistful of your hair and held you close to the mirror. “Please! I’m so close!”

“Now, Y/N,” Alcina chuckled as she stroked your sweaty cheek. “I think the time for formalities has passed, don’t you? Say my name.”

“L-Lady Alcina!”

“No.” She moved her head closer and you felt her breath hot on your neck as she hissed in your ear, her curls tickling your cheeks. “Say my true name or I will not let you cum.”

“Alcina!”

“Again,” she said, pressing another lingering kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Alcina!”

“Louder, pet!”

You threw back your head against Aclina’s chest, crying out her name as you felt the release of your orgasm. Your climax spilled onto Alcina’s hands and into the lap of her nightgown. Exhausted, you settled back against her, breathing hard, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your curls and tucked your head underneath her chin. “Did you like that, my pet?’ Alcina purred.

You nodded soundlessly and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. “Er-sorry about the mess, my Lady.”

Alcina chuckled at that. “Never mind, darling, it’ll wash out. Now you’d better get back downstairs before Mrs. Fischer misses you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment at not being asked to stay, but what else did you expect? Alcina helped you stand up and she took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped any traces of her lipstick off your face and chest. She glanced down at the love bites trailing down your neck and into your dress front. “Nothing we can do about those for now, I’m afraid,” she said, flashing you an apologetic smile. “They should fade in time. It’ll be so dark now, no one will notice. Now off you go.”

You nodded again and with a brief curtsy left Alcina’s bedchambers.

Now heading back in the same direction this morning you feel your heart pounding at the thought of seeing her again. You couldn’t sleep at all the previous night because every time you closed your eyes you felt her lips hot against yours and her fingers filling your walls. You ached for her to touch you again.

You open the door and you see her in her slip sitting before the mirror applying her lipstick. She sees your reflection in the mirror and smiles. “Ah, Y/N! Come in. I’m almost ready for you.” She finishes putting on the last of her lipstick and she turns to face you. You’re struck by her staggering height and the thin material of her slip barely conceals the muscles in her powerful thighs. The slip is at a lower cut than her normal day dress, so more of her décolletage is on display.

She gives you a look. “Y/N? My dress, if you please?”

“Yes! Sorry Mistress!” You wrap her dress hanging on the armoire around your arm and pull over your stool to help her step into it. As you help her dress, you try to catch her eye looking for any sign, any remnant of last night, but none appears. Again, nothing unusual. It’s not like this is the first time Lady Dimitrescu has had a dalliance with a maiden. She’s had so many over the years it must be hard to keep track. It was one night of pure ecstasy, but it’s over now. It seems Alcina has already moved on.

After you attach the pin to her hat, your work is finished. She stands up and inspects her reflection in the mirror, looking at her magnificent body from different angles. “Thank you, Y/N, that should be all for now.”

“Very well, my Lady.” You give her a brief curtsy and turn to leave but she catches you from behind and wraps her strong arms around you. Her oleander and rose perfume is overwhelming. She must have just applied it before you came in. “Come back to my room tonight,” she growls in your ear, nipping it lightly with the tip of her fangs. “I gave you some assistance last night and tonight I’m rather curious to see what you can do to return the favor.”

You blush scarlet and nod your assent. “Good!” Alcina kisses the tip of your ear and gives you a playful swat on the behind. “Now off you go!”

You practically skip down the hallway as you head back down to the dining hall to finish your breakfast. You don’t know how you will be able to focus on your tasks for the rest of the day now. You simply can’t wait for tonight.

[heisenho]

Dreams

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being a maid for the Dimitrescu is all fun and games until you realize big tall vampire lady is very hot.

Warnings: 18+!! MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Fucking in front of a mirror, blood, swearing, oral sex (fem receiving), uuuh idk if you need any other warnings, let me know!

A/N: HEHEH DOUBLE POST DAY BABY! Posted my first heisenberg fic just a few hours ago, thought I might as well post for my wife as well! Thanks for reading, and as always, I hope you enjoy ~Beff

Being a maid for the Dimitrescu was exciting. You were obedient and soft spoken and polite, everything the Lady and her daughters could ask for. You didn’t pry, you didn’t wander where you weren’t supposed to, you did your job and you were damn good at it.

You had been very spaced out lately though. You couldn’t seem to figure out why at first, but then it clicked. When you had started work there, mostly the daughters interacted with you. You did not see The Lady very often. Suddenly, after a few weeks of working there, she showed up more often.

Her large stature (and bust) were hypnotic. You couldn’t help but stare and fumble (gayly) when she noticed your eyes glued to her beautiful ass or boobs. Your face would heat up, your eyes widening, and you’d turn immediately.

Lately you had even been dreaming of Lady Dimitrescu. A recurring dream. One where you’d accidentally hurt yourself, and she would be there beside you, checking on you, but then... She’d gently take your arm, and suck slowly on the wound, until you’d finally wake up. A heat between your legs and hunger in your eyes.

Wearing a sexy dress did not help either. You imagined Lady Dimitrescu slowly pulling it from your frame, or even ripping it off of you, violent and fast.

“Oh, dear,” You heard Lady Dimitrescu speak from behind you.

“Yes, my lady!” You turned, startled.

“I have been informed by my daughters that...” She paused. Swallowing hard, you waited for the worst. Her gloved hand moved towards the vase you had just been cleaning and she swiped it, fast. She showed you her finger and your stomach turned.

Dust.

“They informed me that you aren’t doing the best. Not anymore.”

With wide eyes, you put your hands up, “I promise, Lady Dimitrescu, I can do better! I just, I had been... Distracted-”

“Hm, what was distracting you.”

She placed her hand on her chin and cocked her head. Your breath caught in your throat and you shook your head, “I mean, no- nothing. I can handle it.”

“Obviously not. I mean, dear, I can smell your arousal from here.”

Your jaw dropped. You brought your fingers towards your bicep and gently pinched. Alcina scrunched her nose up, giving you a curious look.

“Oh, no, I’m not dreaming.”

The feeling of wanting to run rushed in all at once. You turned from the woman and almost started to take off in a sprint, until she just took one step forward and to the side, and she was in front of you. Just like that.

“I will have to punish you for trying to run if you do so again.”

You nodded, “Yes, my lady.”

“Good, you understand.” She brought her hand to your chin and lowered herself to your level, “You are very attractive, dear, very... curious... I think I can help you with your-” She paused, “Problems. If you would like that?”

You blinked a couple of times, in absolute awe of the woman in front of you. You nodded and Alcina took your hand in hers, and began to lead you upstairs to her room. Your breath hitched as you realized what was really happening. Lady Dimitrescu was taking you to her personal chambers, to (hopefully) fuck you. But... what if you were about to end up like the other maids?

Fear struck you quickly, but curiosity was taking over. You wanted to know what the Lady was about to do with you.

“Sit on my bed, dear.”

You nodded and shuffled towards the bed, watching as the tall vampiric woman slowly took her gloves off. She stalked towards you, a predator to prey, your eyes resembling that of a small doe.

“Lady Dimi-”

“Please, dear, when behind closed doors call me Alcina.”

“Yes, ma’am- Alcina.”

She smirked down at you. She fell to her knees in front of you and cocked her head at you. “The way you say my name, so soft and innocent. How about we break that?” Her cheshire smile sent chills down your spine. “Lay on your back.”

You followed her command instantly, lying flat on your back, legs hanging off the large bed. Suddenly, your dress was being moved upwards and a hand was on the elastic of your underwear. You sucked in air at the chill of her icy fingers and let out a soft mewl.

You looked at Alcina and noticed her hat was gone. She was in her dress still, leaning over you. Your eyes wandered to her breasts and you had to stop yourself from reaching out for them. You weren’t that brave, not yet.

“Are you okay with this?” She asked, one of her hands pulling at one of your thigh high socks. “Being absolutely vulnerable in front of me?”

It sounded almost rhetorical. The first part was sincere, but as soon as she brought up the vulnerability, she seemed heavily intoxicated by your innocence and vulnerability.

With a shaky voice, you replied, “Yes.” Your eyes met hers as you nodded.

“Perfect.”

Within seconds your dress was pushed up to your stomach, one sock was pushed half way down, your panties had been ripped off, and Alcina was at your cunt, breathing in your arousal.

“Hmm,” Alcina hummed, “I haven’t been this close to someone in a while. This is divine.” Her pupils were blown wide and her voice... she sounded absolutely feral.

Alcina plunged her tongue deep inside of you, licking stripes up your pussy, before reaching your clit and giving it well deserved attention. You let out a soft moan and gripped the sheets under you.

“Good girl,” Alcina praised you, causing you to grow even hotter, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Alcina!”

Your back arched and your pushed yourself closer to Alcina, trying your best to make her pick up the speed. Her hand moved to your hip, holding you down. “Don’t be so wiggly.” She warned. You swallowed hard and nodded, mostly to yourself.

Alcina’s tongue was deep inside you, before pulling out and licking up towards your clit once more. Her tongue moved back to your entrance and her thumb pressed against your clit, moving in circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Alcina- so close, please!”

Alcina hummed against you, and you were sent over the edge immediately. Your body was shaking against her until she pulled away, smirking down at you.

“You’re wonderful,” Alcina spoke very kindly towards you, causing a heat to pool in your stomach, “let me fuck you in front of a mirror.”

All you could do was sit up and nod. Alcina nodded back and stepped away for a moment. “Get undressed, I’ll be right back.”

You slowly pulled your dress off and decided it would be best to keep your sexy little thigh highs on. You decided that, that would be a good look.

Alcina came back, a large mirror in tow. You were baffled by her strength sometimes. You were mesmerized by her constantly. She set it down in front of the bed. And you noticed just how naked you were.

“The socks, those are a nice touch.”

Alcina began to take off her dress and mumbled something about not wanting to ruin it. You wondered what she meant. She stood in front of you now, in beautiful lace underwear.

Alcina sat on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. You obliged and scooted towards her. She grabbed you, easily lifting you onto her thigh. You were facing the mirror, legs spread, straddling her right thigh. You could see your pussy perfectly in the mirror, you were almost self conscious.

“You’re so lovely aren’t you... I need you to know just how lovely you are.”

You were wet all over again. “Alcina.” You whined.

Alcina tensed the muscles in her thigh and you sighed. She gave an experimental bounce and you let out a soft moan. “Please, please let me cum again.”

“Of course, you deserve it, dear.”

“Are you not going to touch me?” You asked, deflating instantly.

“No, no, you will be getting off on my thigh, and my thigh alone.”

Instinctively, you began to grind into her thigh. Feeling Alcina bounce her leg every once in a while, with no rhyme or reason, kept you going. You were chasing a high that you needed to get from her, and from her alone.

“So good, dear,” Alcina ran her hand down the side of your ribs and you let out a mewl, crumbling onto her thigh.

“Please,” tears brimmed your eyes, “Please touch me.”

Alcina let out a soft laugh, “You are truly so cute, my dear pet. I’ll make a deal with you.”

You nodded violently, ready to hear what she had to say.

“So eager, and you don’t even know what it is.” Alcian brushed your side again. “I’ll get you off, if you let me drink your blood.”

“Who loses in this situation?” You questioned, leaning back against her, still grinding into her thigh.

“Oh? You want your blood drained from you?”

“I’ve dreamt about you fucking me and sucking my blood, fucking and sucking if you will, since I got her-”

Alcina shushed you, and gently asked for you to close your eyes. You did so and then heard the sound of... metal? Beside you. Something scratched at your bicep and you sucked in air harshly. The metal sound came again, but no more pain.

“You may open your eyes.”

Looking in the mirror, you saw her staring at your bleeding wound. Alcina promised to only take a little as her lips met your skin. You nodded and she guided her free hand towards your pussy once more.

Alcina tensed as she tasted your blood and a moan escaped her mouth. She licked and lapped at the blood, while you were grinding into her thigh. Her fingers played gently with your clit. Your movements became rushed and harsh, you were humping against her quickly.

Becoming dizzy and lightheaded quickly stopped that though. You reached your orgasm, and assumed it had hit so hard you were seeing stars from that. But when your vision unblurred, you noticed Alcina’s bloodied face in the mirror, still biting down and licking on your arm.

“Alcina!” Your voice, still filled with pleasure, caught her attention.

She gave one final lick and wiped her bottom lip.

“I only took a little.” Alcina noticed your tiredness and her eyes widened, “Come here, dear. Maybe we should go to bed, you seem tired.”

You nodded. Alcina picked you up and lied you down on her pillows. She lay beside you, her hand gently brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps. You let out a quiet moan and cuddled against her chest.

“Thank you,” You whispered to her, eyes closing, hoping and praying this really wasn’t a dream. Hoping when you awoke, she would still be there. But for now, all you needed was her, you focused on her as you drifted off.

[standrew-the-wallicia-ceo]

Fun Amphibia side character theory

Hi welcome to my TED Talk, I promise this theory has nothing to do with severing characters' arms. Without further ado, here are my reasons to believe that "One-Eyed" Wally Ribbiton is Ivy Sundew's father!

I first subscribed to this theory in March '21 & have since become its most fervent champion, plugging it wherever I could. And now with Amphibia S3B coming in less than a month, I'm finally deciding to make my case here on tumblr. Also the images are from my reddit post about this

So let's start off with how similar Wally & Ivy's respective Season 2 episodes are: "Swamp & Sensibility" & "Ivy on The Run". In both episodes, Ivy & Wally fight with their parents, who set different expectations on their children. When those expectations are shattered, the parents and children compete against each other. In the end, the children win & reconcile with their parents. Of course, there are a few embellishments to distinct the two episodes, but the plots to both are more or less the same!

In "Swamp", we find out Wally actually lives outside the valley as a very rich boy, & he only poses as a homeless vagrant to escape the stresses of rich boy life. In "Ivy", we find out Felicia, Ivy's mom, traveled outside the valley before Ivy was born. It's not implausible to assume that Felicia traveled to Wally's town of Ribbitvale while collecting her tea & china, where they met & hit it off. A lot off.

When Wally decided to leave Ribbitvale, why did he go for Wartwood? It's a relatively unassuming town, sure, but it's like he was going there for something or someone. Felicia, perhaps. But at this time, Felicia could've been pregnant with Ivy, & knowing Wally didn't want to take part in a family in fear of becoming like his father, Felicia didn't tell him he was the baby daddy and let him be a vagrant.

In "Ivy on The Run", about four minutes in we discover Wally is an expert fighter in Muay Thai, or whatever the Amphibia equivalent is. In the same episode, Ivy & Felicia's final battle is a 3-round Muay Thai battle, where it's revealed Felicia is also a very skilled fighter, having picked up the moves outside the valley. Having Wally & Felicia revealed to be adept fighters in the same episode does sound a little sus. Maybe they had the same teacher, or they taught each other. Honestly it's cute thinking about them teaching each other moves.

Wally & Ivy share similar characteristics. They're both wild childs compared to their pompous parents. And in "Anne of The Year", Ivy pulls down her hat so that only one of her eyes is shown. One Eyed Ivy, anyone? Okay. They also seem to be self-conscious about their hair. In "Wally & Anne", Wally's iconic hat blows away and he says, "My iconic hat!", revealing a luscious Beatle-esque hairdo. And he says it like he's ashamed of people seeing his hair, Wally baby don't be ashamed! Anyway, Ivy has a similar reaction when her hat falls off in "The Shut In", and she tells Sprig not to look at her, even though Sprig thinks she looks gr8. The hair keeps in "Ivy on The Run", so while most of the stuff in "Shut-In" might have been non-canon, Ivy's self-consciousness may just be canon.

Also this is probs reading too much into things, but both Ivy & Wally have purple mouths while Felicia has a bit of a turquoise mouth. And Wally's open eye is the same color as Ivy's skin. Yeah that's a stretch but it's not implausible.

Oh and I also wanna point out a scene in "Reunion" where one of the toads throws Wally to the floor, & Ivy's first reaction is to throw a plate at the toad. Even though Ivy probably doesn't know Wally is her father, it's a reaction like that that really shows Ivy has some sort of connection to Wally.

Onto what I think is the most damning piece of evidence. In "Ivy on The Run", Ivy says to Felicia that she still can't believe she was a world traveler. Keep in mind while Anne & Sprig are in the shot, the only people fully in frame are Ivy, Felicia & Wally. Wally's on the left side of the frame while the Sundews are in center. Anyway, Felicia replies "Oh honey, where do you think I met your father?" Instantly, the camera shifts left to have Wally in the center frame. Our attention has been brought to the mother & daughter to this side character. There is a sense of importance to this character now.

Trust me guys, I took many film classes, I know my film theory.

There's also a sting chord played after Felicia says that, which makes it a little "aha" moment for people who cared who Ivy's father is. I wasn't one of those people but I've been converted.

Also there was no reason at all for Wally to be in Ivy's episode. The only logical reason is that they're building up to something. I've clarified Wally & Ivy's episodes are the same conceptually, so having Wally in Ivy's episode is logical just to remind us of his episode. If Wally isn't revealed to be Ivy's father, then there was no reason to have him there at all.

Anyway yeah, that's my theory, thanks for looking at this & feel free to give your feedback even though none of this is up for debate. Special thanks to RedMetalSky on reddit for basically birthing this theory.

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: When they get scared by the reader (REQUESTED)

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SCP 073 (Cain)

I feel like Cain normally wouldn't be scared

Like if you made him watch a horror movie, he might flinch slightly but wouldn't be terrified of it

So when you try to scare him like a prank sort of way, he would flinch a little more than usual but would recover seconds later

Like that one time when he was alone walking down the hallway looking zoned out since he was thinking of something

And you just crept up to him like the sneaky little child you are and jumped onto his back

He did get a load yelp but realised it was you

Luckily for you, Cain didn't give you a lecture like before and actually laughed with you

However, if you were kidnapped or taken hostage or used for an experiment, it would obviously frighten him and he wouldn't forgive himself

So to prevent this, he would keep you within his line of sight at all times

Anyways, as I've mentioned before, Cain would probably also give you a tight hug after your little stunt and unbeknownst to him, the researchers recorded it for a laugh

Cain did give you a lecture but forgave you since you were so young and he couldn't resist those eyes

And the researchers did give you some sweets

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Now, a warrior like Abel wouldn't be so easily frightened

Especially if it was a child, even more so if it's you since he knows you too well and has personally trained you from the age of 5

Basically, Abel would notice your movement and body language well since you're both stuck together

So you have devices a plan with your scientist friends to try and scare him

And yes, it's working

Because Abel got extremely distracted by Iris

Iris basically got yahooted into this mess and was told to wear a lingerie

Yes, you did scare him by shoving him into Iris

I wouldn't say he got a scare, but more like a surprise

Poor girl she just wanted to sleep

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster) 999 would most likely be scared the easiest out of everyone on this list

Aside from Glass

He's like a close second

Back to 999, you both were just chilling and wandering around the facility aimlessly

Because yall are boring (TBF you're both trapped in this giant mf blop of a building)

Anyways, let's just say that it was Bright and Clef who introduced you to the world of pranks and you guys thought it would be funny to scare our 999 here

Basically, yall decided to play dead and then pretend to turn into zombies with some makeup

Yes, it did work since you've managed to scare the living daylights out of 999

And he was about to have a cardiac arrest (if he even has a biological heart)

And yes, it almost ended in another breach

And 999 did give you a lecture on how to not scare people like that

He does sound like a grandpa though XD

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

I would say that scaring 682 would be difficult, but I won't since he's already terrified of that rabbit

You, along with the other researchers, thought it'll be fun to pull a prank on 682 in form of a magic trick

It's a classic rabbit in the hat trick and yes, you did pull SCP 524 out of the hat

But, little did your tiny brain know, that rabbit basically eats everything, including itself

So you just watched 524 approaches the already terrified 682 and nibble on his feet

And yes, you and the other researchers laughed hard since he crawled up the wall to get away from the rabbit (I'm now officially adopting 524 as my other pet)

Sadly, 524 didn't stay for long since another doctor needed him for a test with Josie (yes, the cat)

682 basically shouted at you for doing such a thing on him, your dad

But you ignored him anyways since you knew he never meant what he said and he wouldn't be mad at you for long

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Our bird boy here is pretty much neutral when it comes to being scared

Like, he can be quite unfazed by many things, so it's no surprise if you or any other SCPs tried to jump on him

So as part of an experiment, you and your friends had decided that you would try to play dead and see if 049 would be terrified

Well, 049 was somewhat concerned and when you carried on playing dead, he became scared since you weren't so conscious, or so he thought

Since you played dead extremely well for such a young child, he tried to see if he could fix you

And before he could do anything, you jumped up at him like Bonnie from FNAF

Yes, he looked like he jumped out of his skin and was so stunned that he just sat in the corner with his head down for an hour

You all had to check up on him and he said he was 'fine'

He wasn't

049 gave you a lecture about playing dead like that unless there's a dangerous SCP

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Now, since 035 is a mask and is very much a master manipulator and an award-winning actor/actress, you would most likely be able to take on those traits from him

When you were younger, you were eager to learn from 035, who you see as not only your best friend but also an idol, so he taught you everything he could

As you got older, you've gotten better at manipulation and acting, so much so that even 035 couldn't tell if you were just being you from time to time

So one day, you've decided to prank your dad because you were hella bored (like you always are :((( cuz yall never be productive and just sit on your flat bum all day and watch YouTube, Netflix or play games then sleep)

You basically produced a fake body of yourself and wrapped it in a black bag and sent it to 035's cell

Then, you've got one of your researcher buddies to write a note of your passing and that you do love him very much

035 did receive the message and made sure that there was a dead body in the package

He was pretty much convinced that it was you since you were able to disguise the fake body like bone and flesh

Which of course scared him to death because he was about to attack everyone on site

Luckily you got there on time to stop him which freaked him out and yes, you've gotten a lecture about being such a prankster (You got grounded for life but that didn't stop a rebellious child like you)

At least everyone at the facility has gotten a laugh about it for the next 3 months

SCP 105 (Iris)

Pranking Iris wouldn't be hard, but that doesn't mean she's fazed, but not in a sense like 049 who wouldn't get a good scare from some SCPs which could do him harm

Iris is very much a self-aware and open-minded individual who has common sense (unlike you, who don't even move out of your bed or even use your non-existent brain cells)

She's very much like every other person you'll meet on the streets who wouldn't just believe the first thing that she hears since she is very much a rational person

So, if you want to devise a plan to scare her, it'll have to blend in with everything or be quiet out there with realistic effects

You'll have to use your head to think of a good prank to scare her, which you did since you've inherited her intelligence (that's a lie because you don't have any intelligence left in you)

As her child, you have decided to prank her by making her a fake copy of her camera but instead of her being able to control objects within the photo, she would end up destroying it

You gave it to her as a gift and she accepted it with suspicion since you don't normally get her anything and encouraged her to try it (you're such an ungrateful child)

Cain, Dr Glass, Dr Kondraki and a couple of others wanted to see as well, so they stayed and watch

Much to everyone's horror, the illusion camera did exactly how you designed it to and Iris was furious and saddened

Later on, you told her about the prank since you feel bad and she was extremely mad

So instead of grounding or lecturing you, she decided to have revenge

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Now, scaring this old man would be rather interesting because he doesn't seem too fazed by the other, more dangerous and unpredictable, SCPs

But, you can still scare him to a certain degree

I mean, he is an old man after all, so scaring him would be fun

As long as you don't give him a heart attack then it's fine I guess (cuz yall be evil for scaring such an old man)

So, you have decided to scare 106 by giving off little bits of harmless pranks at first so 106 would let his guard down for a moment

Like, giving him a box full of spiders (he's quite disgusted by them just like how he sees your face every time) and popping an air-filled bag (Don't lie, you've all done it and it's hella fun)

Later on, you would gradually move to play with the more dangerous things, such as getting him to look at a picture of 096's face (Probs ugly like yo-)

As time moved on, 106 seemed to be relaxed and expected you to bring him random things and soon realised that there was something off

You didn't show up to him for almost a week and he was ready to get his dad mode on

Luckily, some of the guards caught you with Abel and got 106 involved since they were afraid of causing a massive breach

106 panicked and picked you up, giving you a lecture on how you shouldn't be with other SCPs like Abel

You managed to tell him that you've befriended Abel and he was stunned and gave him the dad glare (you know the one where dads would give to warn others to not hurt their kids right?)

And because it's Abel, he would even make sure to be with you whenever you were with him which made it difficult for you to play with Abel because he might steal you away (Yes I'm looking at you right now kiddo, don't play with Abel)

So in conclusion, if the prank involves you being in a dangerous position, he wouldn't necessarily be scared but would start to panic about your safety

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

I think 096 would be similar to 106 in a sense but less logical and unfazed

It's more like he would be pretty panicky every time you weren't there with him and his anxiety would act up (like you every time you're preparing for your exams where you didn't even revise)

Like if you were with Safe class SCPs, he would be more relaxed than you being with a Euclid class, but it kinda depends on who it is

If it was Cain then it would be fine, but if you were to be with 173, he would be quite wary at first and would tell you to try and avoid being with that peanut

So if you wanted to scare him, it wouldn't be too hard

All you had to do was to be with another Keter class SCPs and play with them

He would be extremely cautious and terrified if you were with one and knowing this, you've decided that playing with 682 instead of playing with Walter the rabbit (SCP 524 | He's my other pet), you've decided to go up and pet 682

When 096 got a hold on the commission on you being with that lizard, he ran out of his cell, causing a huge containment breach on the way like he's bulletproof, and went yeehaw with 682

All you did was sit there in confusion as they entertained you with some pole dancing

Basically, if you scare 096, he would go from anxious to paranoid to berserk then to we're all going down to hell and back again

Dr Jack bright

This mf right here is unpredictable af

Like in his own body, he would remain unfazed and would even go as far as pranking you back

I mean he still would act all fun and games but since he can possess multiple bodies, the outcome of him being scared would vary which would surprise him too since he wouldn't know

Unless he decided to possess someone he knows well, but he knows better than to do that

Dr Bright would most notably be scared, like everybody else on the list, if you were to put yourself in immediate danger, but since you were just as crazy as your dad, he would most likely go along with it until you deliver your prank

Like, you could be juggling knives while standing on top of 682's head while singing 'Painted Smile' by Madam Macabre (If you haven't heard it, you should, it's amazing)

Also, he would sometimes find you having your back faced towards peanut and still be fine after having your neck being snapped (Yall be like surprise mf)

Anyways, one time Jack had made a promise to you to meet you at a certain place and he was late

So you stormed into his office (like the entitled little nugget you are) and went 'tick-tock mf' to your dad

Well it worked and you showed him your trick with the Keter classes

By causing a containment breach and somehow you managed to bribe the Keter classes to perform with you

Let's just say that just because you've inherited his craziness doesn't mean that you could go as far as doing this prank

Bright was about to drop dead from a heart attack and he banned you from doing such things in the future

Dr Simon Glass

With Simon Glass, you could give him a fright relatively easily

Just because he's a psychologist and can read people rather well, he still would be terrified and paranoid about whatever you were planning on doing

Even if he told you not to

Like that time when you were told to not make toast because you can't cook and you almost burnt the whole facility and Glass stood there and said "I told you so" (he did ask for toast, as in toasted bread, not toasted humans)

Anyways, being the child of Simon Glass meant that you would learn a lot about the human mind and behaviour

He would teach you everything you were curious about and would sometimes ask Diogenes, Light, Kondraki, Cain and Iris to help teach you the things he wouldn't have much knowledge on

And sometimes Clef and Bright would appear and spoil you (not that Glass doesn't, he's just busy and trying to be the best dad he could by being anxious about you being alone in the facility with so many dangerous SCPs)

So this often meant that you, Bright and Clef would pull pranks on each other, usually on Kondraki and Iris

Except for this time, you've decided to pull a prank on your dad, Dr Glass

You've handed him over a realistic model of SCP 058 and he freaked out and called the MTFs

They've checked the model and realised that it was all fake and poor Simon had a heart attack from you

Simon was about to yeet that spider looking thing but it was able to move so he planned to carry you and yeet you both out

He did give you a lecture on doing that stunt and you did shed a few crocodile tears

And yes, Glass gave in and comforted you

He then went to grab Clef and Bright's ears and lectured them about helping you make the prank

Dr Alto Clef

I feel like Clef would be similar to Bright but without the whole process of changing bodies because of some curse

Like Clef wouldn't be all that scared since he's dealt with SCPsbefore and dies an extremely good job at it

So for Clef to be scarred for life, it'll either be an extremely dangerous SCP, he's drunk and/or high, he must care about you a lot and you must've been out of your mind to do something seriously stupid or you're evil enough to piss off a Simon Glass (Or all of the above if you're evil enough)

You would most likely want to take the easier and quicker route out of all the ones mentioned on the list which is to put yourself in an immediate danger

So you had asked Dr Bright for some help and so he did

Moments later, midway through preparing your prank, Clef came to Bright asking if he saw you and he did

However, they heard a familiar scream from down the hallway and they both rushed to your aid and soon realised that it's you

You were about to get eaten by 939 and they had to signal for the MTFs to help (Because you mfs didn't ask me for permission when you wanted to pet 939 D:<)

Clef gave you a big lecture and comforted you after he cooled down

Bright on the other hand wasn't so lucky as Clef wanted to murder him (But in his defence, you didn't tell Bright how dangerous the prank was cuz yall are as stubborn as a rock)

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki would be pretty much average when it comes to being scared but with a little more logical since he works with the Foundation

He's that type of dad who would let you go to sleepovers every now and again as long as they weren't of the opposite gender (Unless yall are Bi, Gay, Lesbian, Pan, Alien, Basketball etc then he's screwed)

We support BLM and LGBTQ+ in this community and anyone who says otherwise must leave now

Heck, even our friends here, especially Kondraki, Glass, Bright, 999, Cain, Iris and Josie (SCP 529, my new pet) supports them

Anyways, back to the main plot

Depending on what age you're at and whether you were planning to prank him with the Foundation staff or SCPs will lead to a different outcome

Like if you told him you were dating someone he would've died right there and then

No dating until you're 50

Anyhow, you've decided that it'll be funny to scare your dad with Clef and Bright by getting his Bootyflies to shapeshift into various Keter class SCPs and acting like it

And yes, you somehow managed to persuade the Bootiflies to do just that

And no, Kondraki didn't know about this even though he found it odd that his bootiflies didn't obey him that day

You got Kondraki to sit down in a room with Clef while you and Bright was setting up everything

The bootyflies shifted into the Scarlet King and boy sis Kondraki called the MTFs and was boutta shoot him

Everyone in the room had to get him to stop and that it was just a prank (And by everyone I mean just you, Bright and Clef)

Kondraki did manage to stop and was boutta drag you out for a big girl/boy lecture

Well, he did but not before kicked Bright and Clef in their privates first

Needless to say, nobody wanted to prank Kondraki again (Shush, no you don't, yes I'm looking at you from behind the screen and I know that you'll do it again)