#sweet pea imaging

[springtyme]

hii!! i saw ur inbox open and was wondering if i could request this; so, imagine dad!simon (or konig idm!!) having his son / daughter see his face for the first time since they were born and theyre just kinda sitting there like :000?? hes so pretty?? while yn is just screaming in the back?? <33 have a great day n thnaks for reading x

𝐔𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ♡

Thank you for the request, I had such a good time writing this! I love writing dad!Simon so much! ♡ but also, ngl, the image of this big bloke wearing a mask in front of his baby seems borderline comical to me.

Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist

summary: Your daughter finally sees her father's face for the first time.

word count: 2.2k

warning/tag: Mostly just dad!Simon fluff with a little hint of angst. No gendering terms are directly used for the reader, but they are pretty fem coded. It's mentioned that they were pregnant. No use of y/n.

As the soft morning light filters through the curtains of your bedroom, you slowly begin stretching your limbs and blinking away the remnants of sleep. As you slowly settle into wakefulness, you hear the screeching sound of the baby monitor on your nightstand coming to life and you feel how your heart flutters happily in your chest as a familiar sound comes through. The sweet sound of your daughter’s happy coos, accompanied by Simon’s deep, gentle voice, fill the room with sweetness. 

“Morning, sweet pea,” Simon’s voice crackles through the monitor followed by the sound of your baby happily gurgling at her father and then exclaiming a little more whiny sound. “Yeah, yeah, I know you’re hungry, but we have to get you changed before we can make breakfast, lovie.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you lie there, basking in the warmth and comfort of your bed. The love and joy that echo through the monitor remind you of just how much love fills your home. It’s moments like these that make your heart swell with an indescribable sense of happiness.

Your mind wanders, and you find yourself reminiscing about the journey that brought you here. 

From the moment you and Simon first met, there was an undeniable connection, a spark that ignited and grew into a love that was both fierce and tender. However, it hadn’t been that easy to convince him that he in fact was deserving of such love. He had been scared that he would mess it up, mess you up, convinced himself that he wasn’t able to make anyone happy and that he was broken beyond repair. But you had been rather insisting, and he had finally let his walls crumble and let you into his heart. 

And as you had expected, all his worries had been unfounded. He is the best, most loving partner you could ever have dreamt of. 

The love you share with him is a love that feels like home.

And then, the arrival of your daughter added a new dimension to your love story. From the first time you had held her tiny hand, you knew that your family was complete. Watching Simon transform into the most loving and doting father has only deepened your admiration and affection for him.

And as you lie here,  reminiscing on your life, you can’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the love that surrounds you. 

With a content sigh, you finally pull yourself out of bed, ready to start the weekend with your little family. 

As you make your way down the stairs you can hear the sound of your daughter’s laughter from the kitchen, filling your heart with warmth and you can’t help but smile and make your way towards the source of the joyful commotion. As you enter the room, the morning sun gently illuminates the kitchen, casting a soft glow over the room, and you are greeted by a heartwarming sight. Simon is standing at the stove, stirring a pot of millet porridge, your daughter’s favourite, while she is sitting in her highchair, which has been moved away from the kitchen table and closer to the counter, so she can see what Simon is doing, clapping her hands in delight.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the comforting scent of the porridge. You can’t help but feel a surge of immense love and gratitude for the man who stands before you, effortlessly balancing the roles of partner and father.

Simon turns towards you. “Good morning, love,” he greets you, his eyes twinkling with warmth, the bottom half of his face covered by a black mask. He had started to wear it around the house again after your daughter had been born.  

“Good morning,” you reply, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and adoration. “I see you two are having quite the breakfast party.”

Simon laughs softly and nods. “We thought we’d surprise you with breakfast in bed, but it seems that someone couldn’t wait,” he says, glancing at your daughter, who just giggles in response.

You walk over to them, planting a soft kiss on Simon’s masked cheek before planting another on your daughter’s, much chubbier, one. “Well, I can’t say I’m disappointed. This is the best way to wake up,” you say, gazing at your little family with a heart full of love.

Together you finish cooking breakfast, porridge for the baby and scrambled eggs and turkey bacon for you and Simon.

You begin to set the table as Simon picks up your daughter, supporting her with one arm as he settles her on his hip, so he can move her chair back to the table, but before he can grab the chair he stops dead in his tracks.

Your little girl has grabbed a fistful of his mask in her tiny hand. She doesn’t seem to be pulling on it, or otherwise trying to take it off him, but she also doesn’t seem to want to let go of it when Simon gently takes her hand to get her to release her grip.  

“Sweetheart, please…” Simon says softly, but he trails off, a wave of emotions flickering over his eyes, but they end up having a sort of determinant look to them as they lock with his daughter’s.

You feel how your heart skips a beat as Simon lets go of her little hand to instead grip the place his mask is fastened.  

With a deep breath, Simon removes the mask, revealing his face to your daughter for the very first time in her young life. You feel goosebumps rise along your arms as Simon’s features come to light. The room falls silent, and time seems to stand still.

Your daughter’s gaze is fixed on Simon, you can see a whirlwind of emotions flickering across her little face. 

It’s a pivotal moment that holds the power to change everything. You can see how Simon, too, feels a mix of emotions coursing through him. 

He has once mentioned to you that he was afraid that his scars would scare her, but you have had a suspicion that something else might be the reason he has kept the mask on in front of her for. 

He does have a few scars from his work, but they are nowhere near severe enough to scare anyone. You do have another theory to why he has kept it on, one he hasn’t directly confirmed, but a conversation from your pregnancy has stuck with you. 

He had voiced his concern that something would happen to him on the battlefield. not because he was that concerned for his own wellbeing, he knew what the risks of his job was, but because he was afraid of something happening to him, leaving you and your little one alone in the world. He had, on the whole, had many worries about becoming a father. 

He had been worried that his past had broken him so severely that he couldn’t be the dad your daughter needed him to be. Like the fear he also had about you and your relationship in the beginning of it, the fear that he couldn’t be the man you deserved. 

He has, in all the time you’ve known him, done everything to disprove that concern, he is the best partner you could ask for and now the most lovable dad to your little girl, but you know that he still has his concerns and that his feelings about them are valid. 

You think the mask has served as a sort of safety blanket for him. Like he thought that it would be easier for you and your daughter to lose him if your little girl couldn’t remember his face, or something like that. You find that thought heart rending.               

You know that his job comes with a risk, you had known it when you got together and you had known it when you married him and you had known it when you got your daughter. Losing him on the battlefield would be your worst nightmare come true. You know that he is smart, strong and capable, but you also know that there are no guarantees in war, which, to you, is just all the more reason for  your daughter to know her father’s face, but you have let Simon choose for himself when he was ready for that.  

But you don’t want to think about any of that right now, so you push those thoughts away, and instead let yourself be completely mesmerised by the sight before you   

Your little girl focuses on his, now revealed, face, taking in every detail. Her eyes widening in surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of fear, her little mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ of surprise as she absorbs every detail of her father’s face. 

“It’s just me, princess,” Simon tells her, his voice filled with a mix of amusement, nerves and an overwhelming love for his little girl. His eyes, once guarded, now shine with warmth and affection. 

The confirmation of his voice is what convinces her. A wide smile spread across her little face, revealing the adorable dimples she has inherited from Simon, on her sweet, chubby cheeks. She lets out a happy squeal, as she realises that it really is her father who’s now smiling down at her, a set of dimples matching hers on his cheeks.    

She giggles happily, which, to you, is the most beautiful sound in the entire world. Her little hands starting to explore Simon’s face, her tiny fingers tracing the lines and contours of it. It’s a gentle and tender gesture that speaks volumes. You watch in awe as the beautiful moment between your daughter and her father unfolds in front of you. It’s a moment you will cherish forever. 

When she finally seems satisfied with her mapping of his face with her small hand, she turns her head to look over at you with an excited expression on her little face, one that conveys something along the lines of ‘you seeing this too?’ Her eyes lighting up, reflecting the genuine joy that fills her little heart.

“Yeah, baby, that’s your daddy,” you smile at her, and she lets out another happy shriek before looking back at Simon again, happily nuzzling her little face into his neck. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” You continue as you step forward, placing a hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles over the dusty rose bodystocking that she is wearing, one that Simon picked out when he got her ready and you still laid in bed.   

You look up at Simon, a soft smile on his lips as your eyes lock. 

“He never wants to believe me when I tell him, but he is actually the most handsome man I know,” you say, with a playful glint in your eyes. “He’s probably the most handsome man in the whole world, actually.”           

Simon chuckles, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Oh, come on now,” he replies, his voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.“I think you might be a bit biassed there, love.”

You shake your head, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Nah, I don’t think I am,” you state, wrapping your arms around both Simon and your little girl in his arms. “Just stating facts. I actually got the most handsome husband and the most beautiful daughter in the whole wide world.” you say with a content sigh, hugging your little family tightly.  

It’s a hug that speaks volumes, conveying love, affection and acceptance. In this embrace, you know that you truly have the most beautiful family in the world.  

As you finally let go of them you place a sweet kiss on your daughter’s little nose. She giggles joyfully, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratefulness over what a happy little girl you have. Simon seems to be thinking the same as he smiles down at her.  

But your adorable little troublemaker doesn’t seem to be done with causing havoc yet.   

She reaches out her tiny hand and grabs for the mask again. Simon hesitates for a moment, looking down at the fabric in his hand, the symbol of his past, before letting her have it. The mask, once a symbol of his doubts and fears, now becomes a simple toy for your daughter as she happily shakes it up and down, a cheeky grin on her little face. 

You and Simon lock eyes, and then the two of you burst out in laughter.  

As your laughter fills the room, a sense of pure joy washes over you. You look at Simon, his eyes sparkling with happiness, and you know in this moment, that the love and bond the three of you share is unbreakable, and it fills your heart with an indescribable warmth.

With a deep sense of gratitude and contentment, you take a mental snapshot of this beautiful moment. It’s a memory that will forever be etched in your mind, a testament to the strength of your love and the joy that radiates from your little girl.

As the laughter subsides, you gather your family close again, embracing the love and happiness that surrounds you. In this embrace, you know that you have everything you could ever need.

Your daughter’s laughter and Simon’s unwavering love fill your life with immeasurable happiness, and you couldn’t be more grateful for the beautiful family you have created.

[starsthewitch]

Star’s beginners guide to Aphrodite worship 🐚💕

Who is Aphrodite?

Aphrodite is the goddess of love, sex, beauty, seduction, and war. She is most commonly known for her immense beauty and her many associations with sex.

What are some things she is associated with?

Doves

Flowers like roses

The colors pink, red, blue, green, white, and gold

Crystals like rose quartz, clear quartz, pearls, diamonds, sapphires, amethyst, rubies, moonstones, and aquamarines

Incense that smells of rose, cinnamon, myrrh, frankincense, vanilla, and jasmine

Her tarot cards, The Lovers, The Empress, and The Star

What can I give to her as offerings?

Shells or shell imagery

Ocean imagery

Swan and dove imagery

Heart imagery

Valentine's day gifts like chocolates

Imagery/paintings that depict her

Roses or rose imagery

Doing skincare for her

Perfumes or colognes

Hairbrushes

Mirrors

Doing your makeup

Moonwater

Strawberries, apples,and raspberries

Devotional acts or things you can do in her honor

Giving compliments to people

Collecting things you find pretty

Wearing jewelry you've offered or devoted to her

Watch or read romantic material

Self-love

Masturbation (if comfortable in doing so)

Sex (if comfortable in doing so)

Wear perfume dedicated to her

Spend time with loved ones

Create a digital altar (these can be done on Pinterest)

Write poetry about her

Write a letter to her

Create or listen to a playlist dedicated to her

Talk to her (tarot cards, dice, pendulum, and other forms of divination work just fine)

What is it like working with her?

When it comes to Aphrodite, in myth, she was often known as a wrathful and jealous goddess. However, since the myths are just stories and are known to exaggerate some details, this isn’t usually the case.

However, when people mention to others that they are interested in working with Aphrodite, they usually say that you absolutely should not. That she is needy, requires a lot of attention and offerings, that if you don’t do what she says, she will take your beauty away.

This is also not the case.

In my experience as an Aphrodite worshipper, she is very loving, along with being insanely passionate. Also being very vocal about her needs and wants.

Often getting signs from her isn’t at all uncommon. I remember the first few weeks I started working with her, I got an image on my feed that had these two eels intertwined together in a heart shape.

You will often feel connected to sea life, the sea in general, wanting to do things for yourself like dressing nicer and wanting to take care of yourself more.

Here are some things I’ve experienced in my time in working with her.

When I first started praying to her, I stuttered and fumbled over my words. A lot. I was oddly nervous about it? I’m not the type to stutter and fumble often. But beginning to feel nervous and even embarrassed in the presence of the goddess of love? Very normal.

She often enjoys getting milk and dark chocolate, along with roses or any kind of flower, real or not. I gave her chocolates, a fake rose, and a real flower for valentines day and she was insanely happy with it. So much so that her candle rested in a heart shape for a short while.

I often saw butterflies, a symbol of Aphrodite.

I often feel inclined to go to the beach, collect seashells, and do things that make me feel good.

I feel more comfortable expressing love. Before, I was never the type to use pet names for people, especially for friends. But i’ve noticed that I now call people sweet and endearing names. Honeybun, sweet pea, boo, sweetie/sweetness, and babes are things i’ve been saying lately.

She is very honest, often not sugarcoating things. I asked her when my ex first asked me out if we’d last. She said no and gave me explicit reasons as to why. Though I still went out and dated them anyway, and it pretty much ended in the way she said.

She very much enjoys art work of her. I’ve drawn her a few times, asking her to guide my hand in doing so.

Whenever I feel unattractive or hate something about my appearance, she usually makes someone compliment me that day or that week. I was having an off day with my hair, and in that same hour, a girl walked up to me and said that she loved my hair and the style it was in.

That is it for my beginners Aphrodite worship guide! I will be doing these for the other two deities I work with, Apollo and Freyja.

I do hope these were helpful. If you have any questions or need assistance with anything, my ask box and my dms are always open. So be sure to shoot me a message!

Much love to you. <3

[cloudyskydreams]

S/O wearing their clothes! UT,UF,UF,HT

Thought this was a cute idea actually got inspired from the last request but decided to make it its own thing. Small little drabbles and two posts for the day I feel accomplished! As always hope y'all enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

The rare occasion his jacket is to get washed and you pull it out of the dirty laundry to wear it. It smells like pine and ketchup and you relax into the smell as you stand in your shared bedroom. A chuckle from behind you has you spinning around and you see and amused Sans staring at you through lidded eyes. "was wondering what the jacket was in here" he puns and you smile as he steps closer pulling you into him. "you look cute starlight, you should wear my clothes more"

Papyrus:

It was a brisk autumn day and the air outside was cold enough to make goosebumps rise in your skin. You had only brought a jacket to the outing with your bonefriend and were regretting not bringing mittens or a hat or something of the like. Papyrus noticing how cold you were took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, it's a large comfy scarf too. "HERE YOU ARE SWEET PEA DONT WANT YOU GETTING COLD." He thinks you look just perfect in his signature scarf and plans to make you one similar.

Underfell:

Red:

Red had taken his jacket off while working on your car and you being the grateful partner decided to give him a little show when he got back. Slipping on a pair of booty shorts you know he drools over you in and his jacket you pose on the couch and wait for him to come in. It takes a bit and you end up scrolling on your phone but his reaction is priceless. He drops he tool in his hand and his mouth is open in shock as he takes in sight of you. "fuck sweetheart you don't know what you do to me," he growls as he practically pounces on you.

Edge:

Edge had left his clothes on the bed while he hopped in the shower after a long day and you saw your opportunity to try on his prized cape. You chuckle and slip the thing around your neck before impersonating the loud skeleton. He of course finishes much quicker than you anticipated and can't even pretend to be mad when he sees you parading around pretending to be him in his cape. He knocks on the doorframe and smirks upon seeing you're shocked face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PET?" he questions a fire in his eyes as he steps closer to you and pulls you flush against him by his cape. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes as it's sort of a way for him to mark you as his. He also thinks you just look great in his clothes.

Underswap:

Blue:

You had stolen blues bandana and had decided to center your entire outfit around the little piece of cloth as a little surprise for him. You dressed up a little and put on the bandana before getting to work on breakfast. About ten minutes later a sleepy Blue exited the room half dressed and rubbing his eyes. "LOVE HAVE YOU SEEN MY— oh…" He takes in the sight of you before smirking. "ISN'T THIS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES, DRESSED UP ALL FOR ME?" He waltzs over and kisses you while adjusting the bandana. He really enjoys the look and might ask to twin with you in the future.

Stretch:

Stretch had simply switched out what hoodie he had worn that day and you had snatched his signature orange one when you had the chance. "aww honey don't you look cute," He snaps a picture upon seeing you and chuckles as he sends it to Blue ranting about how cute his s/o is. He definetly leaves clothes out more often for you to find and wear. He might doodle you in his hoodie in his free time the image is stuck in his mind.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

He takes his jacket off occasionally and forgets where he puts it. Was actually coming to ask if you had seen it when he found you wear it, and lemme tell you it dwarfs you. Let's out a little "…oh" and his eyelights dilates to fill his whole socket as he stares at you for a few seconds. Thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen and occasionally will simply take his jacket off and dump it on you because he enjoys your smell on it.

Willow:

His scarf is pretty torn and he wears it mostly out of sentimentality when he does. He has a new one but this one just holds so many memories he can't get rid of it even if alot of those memories are bad. You slip it on after finding it one day poking around the house, he finds you wearing it and he doesn't really react. "Hello Dearest I See You've Found My Old Scarf," He ruffles your hair and tells you the story of how he first got the scarf. Gently folds it and puts it up when you're done wearing it. He's happy to let you wear his other clothes too and as he's a giant they're all pretty huge on you and he thinks that's cute.

[raekensluver]

Hi mara! Saw you wanted requests so i’m just gonna shoot my idea here. Sweet fluffy dad spencer idea: he compares all the mannerisms and features that are same between him and his child. They both stick their tongue out when concentrating, both scrunch their noses the same way, neither of them like spinach etc. He’s just filled with joy and wonders what else will the have in common when the baby’s older

hi honey! i loooove this idea muah muah. so cute. i did make a slight change and have reader be the one initially pointing out the similarities but i hope you enjoy!

spencer reid x wife!reader

"i'm telling you jj, it's adorable how similar they are." you spoke with a gentle smile, your eyes reflecting the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the precinct windows. jj leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. "how so?" she asked, her voice a soft hum that seemed to carry the weight of the unspoken words between you.

"well, for starters, they both stick their tongues out when they're concentrating. it's like watching a mirror image. it's uncanny, really," you said, your eyes drifting to the corner of the room where spencer was deeply engrossed in paperwork. meanwhile, your three-year-old daughter, played with her alphabet blocks, her little tongue poking out slightly as she tried to fit the d letter into the right spot.

jj's eyes followed yours and she couldn't help but chuckle. "i see what you mean," she said, shaking her head slightly. "it's like she picked that habit right out of his dna."

you nodded, a fond look crossing your face. "it's not just that, though," you continued. "it's the way they both scrunch their nose up when they're confused or thinking hard about something. it's the exact same scrunch, down to the little wrinkle between their eyes." you watched as spencer looked up from his paperwork, a moment of bewilderment crossing his features as he tried to solve a complex problem. sure enough, his nose crinkled up in the same adorable way your daughter's did when she encountered a new challenge.

jj's smile grew wider. "you're right, they're like two peas in a pod." she said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. "but what about their personalities? does she get spencer's quirks, too?"

you laughed and picked up your daughter, her tiny frame fitting perfectly in your arms. "oh, absolutely," you said, holding her close as she wrapped her little arms around your neck. "she's got his love for puzzles and books. she can sit for hours with a book in her lap, turning pages and babbling away."

spencer looked up from his desk, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his daughter. "really?" he asked, setting aside his paperwork and approaching you both. "i had no idea she was already showing such an interest in literature." his excitement was palpable, his voice filled with wonder.

you nodded, unable to contain your own excitement. "it's the sweetest thing," you said, nuzzling your nose against her soft hair. "and she's already starting to pick up on some of the words. she'll point at the pictures and repeat after me."

spencer took her from your arms with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with the kind of love reserved for a parent. "hey, baby," he whispered to her, his voice low and tender. she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her cheeks flushing with joy at the sound of his voice.

"daddy," she murmured, her voice a soft echo of your conversation. she wrapped her chubby fingers around his neck, her grip tight and trusting. spencer's heart swelled in his chest, his entire world revolving around her in that moment.

"what else do you think she'll pick up from me?" spencer asked, his eyes never leaving your daughter's face. his voice was filled with hope and a hint of anxiety. the thought of her growing up and developing her own personality, a blend of both of you, was a thrilling and slightly terrifying prospect.

you grinned, tickling her tummy to elicit a giggle. "who knows?" you said, your tone playful. "maybe she'll be a mini genius like you and solve crimes by the time she's five." jj snorted with laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

spencer rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement. "let's not get ahead of ourselves," he said, his voice a mix of humor and affection. "for now, i'll settle for her knowing her abc's and not using my books as teether toys."

[eveningspirit]

Image ID: A screencap from The Pitt episode 3, where Dr. Langdon and Dr. Mel go (run) to start the STEMI Langdon: Our target door-to-baloon time with STEMIs is 51 minutes. Mel: Ambitious. Langdon: But doable. As you're about to find out. /end ID

They are so cute. Look how excited she is. She really loves being a doctor and, clearly, he does too (albeit he's probably had too much Red Bull at this point). I love how this relationship is developing (no romance. no romance. no romance)

Mel is clearly autistic, and the way she's portrayed is different, I think, to anything I've seen before. She is awkward, of course, and she is smart but not savant level (the role of the genious of the show goes to Victoria Javadi--what a relief). And she wants to be friends with people and to enjoy doing medicine with them, but she has her quirks and they are.. um.. believable, I think would be the right word. Relatable.

I think Langdon sees that she's different and may have a few tough moments ahead of her (opening up to Dr. Santos? Not a good idea). He's very enthusiastic about medicine and that's what the two of them have in common, that's why he took her under his wing. To teach her, but also to protect her, if need be.

I wonder what she thinks about him, at this point? She sees him as a competent doctor, that's for sure, but in terms of potential friendship? I mean. She is clueless, sweet pea. She asked Trinity Santos, of all people, if they could be friends. When Langdon is right. there.

Well. Can't wait for next week. :)

[dunsbar]

so much to unpack in this rvd s4 promo image. chuck clayton about to speedpaint despite being lost in the void since mid-s2. sweet pea and fangs writing hedwig by each others names. reggie apparently knowing how to play beethoven on the violin. sweet pea fire eating and fangs knife throwing? betty was going to do escape artistry. like harry houdini? was she going to get in a big sealed tank of water upon the riverdale high stage? would she tie herself upside down by her ankles? VERONICA LODGE HULA HOOPING EXTRAVAGANZA like she’s on an episode of drag race all stars? and ethel singing opera ugh it makes so much sense 5 million dollars to whichever unpaid cw intern made this

[catkyunie]

KINKTOBER 2024: Somnophilia - J.WY | Dream a Little Dream

Incubus Wooyoung. That's it. That's the plot.

⛧ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⛧ tw: smut, somnophilia, dubcon, tongue fucking, slight bondage, mating press, talks of breeding

⛧ wc: 2800

⛧ network: cromernet

You had never put much stock in dreams before. While they were always fun to discuss in passing with friends, especially after a night of particularly ridiculous imagery, it was never anything you felt compelled to analyze or try to understand.  From something as mundane as dreaming about your 9-5 to as outrageous and unhinged as fever-induced delirium, it was just another part of the human experience for you, as natural and monotonous as blinking. Tonight was different. Not only had the content of these dreams been something you had never experienced, but the odd state of limbo that it left your brain and body in felt…unnatural. You wondered if all wet dreams were meant to feel this way. 

While your mind was present enough to understand that it was, in fact, a sexual dream that you were experiencing, it didn’t feel like it was the one behind the camera. Your subconscious felt just as disconnected from the scene as you did, two peas in a pod stranded on the sidelines, left to piece together what was happening through an incredibly thick fog. In reality, it wasn’t even the blotchy slideshow of patchwork pictures that faded in and out of view that alerted you to the contents of this dream. No, that came from the braids of fire and heat that licked over the curves of your body and left you trembling and gulping for air. You could not recall a singular time that your body felt as present and lucid during a dream as it did now. Hell, you couldn’t remember your body ever feeling like this, awake or otherwise. It was as if every nerve that peppered your skin was pulled taut, and ready to snap. The sensations were honestly overwhelming. Between what felt like large, heavy hands pawing at and groping your tits, ass, and thighs and a long, slick appendage dragging liquid fire between your breasts and down your navel, your brain was not able to fully process one sensation before being presented with another. It wasn’t until you felt a swift and sharp thwack against your weeping pussy that you were able to gain any semblance of clarity, an image finally clearing the vapor as a gasp was pulled from your throat.  

He was the most exquisite thing you had ever seen. With skin the color of varnished bronze and facial features that appeared sharp enough to slice pliable flesh, the creature that hovered over your paralyzed form looked like a Grecian statue given life. The planes of his naked body were fit, the musculature beneath the skin firm and taut. Curtains of satin black draped just past his shoulders, the tilt of his head pulling your hungry eyes from their venture over his body and up into the face of the beautiful stranger.  When your eyes finally met his intense and penetrating gaze, you felt your breath catch in your throat, the corners of his full mouth curving into a devious grin. One of his eyes had a monolid while the other was double-lidded, something you had never seen before but knew you would forever commit to memory. 

“Glad to see you’ve returned to this realm of consciousness, sweet thing.” 

Every syllable he spoke felt like a stroke of pure heat against your clit, causing your back to arch beneath him, your choked breath now pushing from your throat in the form of one of the lewdest sounds you had ever made. Amused by this, the creature chuckled playfully before pulling his eyes from yours and taking his turn to assess your body. A forked tongue began to push past his plush lips as his eyes traveled over the length of your curves, extending further from his mouth the lower his vision traveled. You followed suit, your chin tilting into your neck to watch his every movement. His tongue was now fully unfurled, the split at its tip teasingly dragging lazy circles over your pubic mound. Without any prompting, your legs readily parted for him, your hips widening and preparing themselves to take whatever it was he had to offer. That was what the demon had been waiting for. The slick appendage quickly shifted south, and its forked tendrils curled around and tugged on the bundle of nerves that sat atop the entrance to your sex. If you had jerked your head back any harder and pushed your back into a tighter arch, you're sure both would’ve snapped, just as your mind had. You had been sent tumbling head first into the orgasm, the band that had been holding you together coming apart and spreading molten fire across your body. It was tangible, too acute and too real. There was no possible way this was a dream—

Somehow, you were crashing into another wave, your thighs clamping shut, only to be forced open again as the length of his tongue flattened against your slit. Pushing past your folds, it burrowed itself deep into your sex, curling against the plush mound of flesh that ignited all of your pleasure receptors and left you in a complete tailspin. The convulsions rocked your body, forcing your ass off of the now damp mattress, a sound you had never heard before pushing past your throat and mingling with the wet sounds of his tongue fucking you. His assault on your body slowed as you felt your head begin to pull above water. Your skull felt as heavy as a ton of bricks, your vision hazy and your ears clogged. You could hear the stranger speaking to you, his wicked tongue back behind his lips where it belonged. However, the longer you lay in your mess, the more difficult you find it to fully pull yourself out of your euphoric stupor. You felt fingers digging into your cheeks then, your head lolling over on your shoulders as you were forced to face him, his angled nose mere inches from your own. 

“Aht aht, sweet thing. Can’t have you tapping out on me now. I haven’t even properly bred you yet.” His breath smelt of honey and bourbon and it only made your head swim more.

“I know what’ll bring some life back to those pretty eyes…”

You were aware of his body shuffling over yours as your head rolled back into its previous position, his hands instead filling themselves with the curve of your ass and pulling your body into his. You were completely malleable in his hands. As he cradled your backside and kept your hips elevated off of the mattress, your shoulders remained pressed into the bedding. You followed the shape of his body, blinking past the film that clouded your eyes. You felt it before you saw it, the tips of his fingers tracing over your lower abdomen in swoops and scribbles that you couldn’t quite piece together. Once he had finished the sigil, you felt the weight of his palm press into the muscle there, causing a lick of heat to ignite between your thighs. As he massaged into your tender flesh, your vision began to slowly clear and your body began to ground itself, the smug grin that colored his features now stark and apparent. Over his shoulder, you could see what appeared to be a black coil begin to unfold behind him, curving past his clavicle and creeping itself slowly up the length of your body. Before you had time to properly gain a handle on your limbs, you felt the tendril wrap itself in your hair and jerk you upwards. In one smooth motion, you found yourself seated in the creature’s lap, his palm still pressed to your belly, and fully impaled on his dick. 

The scream that filled the room rang as clearly between your eyes as the church bells that signaled Sunday Mass. The sheathing of his cock and how it filled you and stretched you to make you feel the fullest you ever had was more than enough to have your mind completely cleared of the fog and root you back into your body. Again, your eyes met the deep, dark pools of his own and he held you there as he continued to knead into the muscles of your lower abdomen. Working your insides and pushing down, causing the fountain at the base of your spine to begin to bubble with heat. Though his tail still held steadfast to your tangle of hair and continued to pull to straighten your spine, your hands reflexively reached for his broad shoulders, looking for some kind of purchase. This pulled a snicker deep from inside his chest. It was all instinct and animalistic need. 

“Good, good angel. You’ve got the right idea.” 

Untangling from your hair, your locks falling around the both of you and draping you in its length, his tail retracted past his shoulder, only to pull your fists forward, effectively caging the demon in your arms…and locking you in place. In what felt like a blink of an eye, the creature had removed his hand from your belly and instead filled both palms with your hips, holding your body in place. And with minimal effort, he began to work you on the length of his dick. At first, they were long, punctuated strokes, making you feel every inch of him before stabbing into the deepest parts of your womb. As he felt your body adjust to his size, your breaths evolving from sharp intakes of air to throaty, languid sighs, so did his pace. Fingers dug into your plush flesh, bouncing you on his length and rolling your hips into his. All you had to do was sit there and take it. This sexual deviant had taken your body and all but turned it into his fleshlight. And, for reasons that were beyond your comprehension, you didn’t mind that. This dream had taken you above and beyond anything that the physical realm had ever been able to grant you sexually. When you find yourself wiping the sleep from your eyes and proceeding with your mundane day-to-day, you may very well not remember a singular detail of the bliss your consciousness had conjured for you. So, fuck it. If you were going to be used as a demon’s fuck toy, might as well enjoy it while you could. 

As if a switch had been flipped, you felt yourself beginning to control the movement of your hips, his hands simply acting as guides instead of the driving force. It was now you working yourself on him, chasing that ever-tightening coil in the pit of your belly and willing it to snap open and break you apart. Except now, you weren’t the only one whose body was fully invested. With each grind of your pelvis into his or slap of your ass lifting and then slamming back into him, you could hear his grunts begin to deepen, his fingers in your flesh tightening, his brows knitting. His tail tightened around your wrists, yanking you forward and compressing your breasts tightly to his chest, forcing you to change angle and rock your hips instead of bouncing. You were, once again, inches from his face. His breath washed over you and heated your lips, angular nose occasionally bumping yours as you alternated the cadence in which you fucked him. Honey and bourbon filled your nostrils and in that moment, you didn’t care how close you were to cumming, how delicious it felt to have him stretching your pussy. All you could think about was how he tasted. 

Your lips crashed into his, hungry and desperate as your teeth pulled his full bottom lip between your own and gave it a hard suckle. Similar to what you had imagined, only better. He tasted like a hot toddy, warm and rich and full. Reciprocating the kiss, his hands left your hips and encircled your back, one reaching up and tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, the other reaching across and filling itself with your round ass. You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of him surrounding you and swallowing you whole, leaving you on the precipice and threatening to send you diving into the deep end. That, unbeknownst to you, set off a trigger all its own for the demon. He paused, gulping down air, as if he was taking your moans and devouring them. You felt him shudder around you and his cock pulsate deep inside of you. There had been a palpable shift in energy, one that caused goosebumps to speckle your body. Before you could move to press your mouth to his again, you felt the grip in your hair tighten, yanking your head back and exposing your throat to him. A growl crawled up from his belly and vibrated against your neck as he pressed his lips there, teeth nicking at the skin. 

“I am going to fucking ruin you.” 

Again, the position shifted. Pushing you back into the mattress, he left you no time to breathe, no time to think, no time to process the weight of his words. You were being folded in half, your knees pressed up against your chest as the weight of him fully enveloped you. On one sharp inhale, he was inside of you again, hunched over your body and pumping so violently into you that you were convinced you were going to break apart beneath him. This was his true nature, a being built from pleasure whose sole purpose was to conquer and breed, dumping his seed into any living mortal whose spiritual guard was low enough to allow him entry. But, you didn’t care. The only things your mind could hold onto were the feeling that was snaking up your spine, the rubber band that was pulled too tight, and the orgasm that you knew was going to tear you apart. And him dumping his load directly into your womb like the breedable bitch you were. 

“Oh, fuck.” His teeth found the crook of your neck, biting down tightly as he gave one final pump into your sex, groaning deeply as he spilled into you. You felt your eyes roll back, your body beginning to convulse, and with every hot rope of seed that emptied into you, another wave of ecstasy crashed down and smothered you. There were no tangible thoughts. Only the feeling of being stuffed full and overflowing. And then? Nothing. Just a sea of black. 

Your head felt like it had been removed from your shoulders and was one whisper away from cracking open and spilling over your pillow. As you peeled your lids apart and blinked past the sleep that still clung desperately to your lashes, you reached up and shielded your eyes from the rays of morning sunlight that leaked into your bedroom. You had woken up with your fair share of migraines before, be it from a night of drinking or just a rough day of work the day before, but none of those compared to the pain you were in right now. It wasn’t until you pulled yourself up onto your elbows that it wasn’t only your head that felt like it had been put through the wringer. Your entire body felt sore and achy, your shoulder and hips especially sore. 

“What the hell…” you croaked, pulling yourself up into a seated position, and pushing past the pain with a sharp intake of air. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” 

You rolled your shoulders and neck, a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you felt your joints stretch and pop, relieving some of the pressure that had built overnight. Now that you were mostly awake and out of your sleep-induced stupor, you tried to think back to your previous day and see if you couldn’t pinpoint what may have had you feeling so beat up. From what you could recall, it hadn’t been a strenuous day. It was just as average as any other normal work day, followed by you coming home, eating dinner, and relaxing with a glass of wine before turning in. 

“Huh…I wonder if I caught a bug or something?” 

Pushing your hand up beneath your night blouse, you laid your hand flat against your tummy and slowly started to rub, the morning hunger beginning to awaken right alongside you. That was when you felt it. Something that hadn’t been there the night before as you showered. Something that hadn’t been there as you fell into your sleep. Raised skin along your lower abdomen that swooped and swirled this way and that. Panicking, you lifted your shirt and peered down, your eyes widening as your skin paled and a cold sweat began to speckle your brow. There, etched into your flesh, was a sigil. One that had already healed and scarred over. And, resting at the center of that sigil, an eloquently written J, W, Y. 

[technologyculturedneo]

Cosmic Nightmare | Na Jaemin

"The devil on my shoulder is telling me I'll die soon. But I don't want that to impact you."

Pairing. Jaemin!boyfriend x reader!lover

Word count. 4k

Genre. Romance horror

Synopsis. Reliving the fond and bittersweet memories you've had with your boyfriend, you're faced with the overwhelming weight of reality. The warmth of his touch, the laughter you shared, and the quiet moments of comfort seem so distant now, overshadowed by the haunting images from your dreams. Each memory, once a source of joy, now feels like a reminder of a love lost—trapped in the past. The contrast between the vibrant moments you once shared and the emptiness of the present leaves you questioning everything. Is it possible to move on, or are these memories destined to remain locked in time, haunting you forever?

Trigger warning. Mentions of spirituality. Nightmares. Death.

Inspo. Wansee horror

The night was quiet, soft moonlight casting a gentle glow over the room. You were lying side by side, the warmth of the bed and the peaceful atmosphere making everything feel so easy. Suddenly, Jaemin’s voice broke the silence, low but steady.

“I love you.”

You turned toward him, eyes wide in surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “I love you too,” you giggled. “Where’s this coming from?”

Jaemin shrugged, his gaze distant, yet filled with a kind of bittersweet emotion. “I don’t know... I just wanted you to know. I love you. So much. So much that... I’d do anything, anything just to see you smile. I want you to have everything you deserve, to be happy... even if it means I’m not there with you.”

There was a pause, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, before he spoke again, his voice quieter, almost fragile. “The devil on my shoulder is telling me I won’t be around for much longer... and I don’t want that to weigh on you. But maybe I’m just being paranoid.” He trailed off, his words faltering as if unsure of how much he should say. “I just... I just want you to have the best of everything.”

You felt a tightness in your chest, a pang of concern creeping up. You moved, gently shifting so that you sat on his lap, your hands finding their place on his shoulders. “Hey, what’s wrong? What did you do?”

Jaemin’s eyes locked onto yours, full of fear and vulnerability. His throat tightened, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to confess something. But he didn’t. Instead, his voice was soft but firm. “I love you.”

Your heart ached, and you gave him a reassuring smile, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I love you too. I’ll always love you.”

And in that moment, you both understood—there were things unsaid, but that didn’t change the certainty of the love between you. He would tell you when he was ready. For now, this quiet, fragile moment of understanding was enough.

Memories like that, cloud your head, from time to time when you think of your boyfriend.

“Mummy?” The soft voice of your little girl breaks through the quiet, and you look down at her when she walks into the kitchen. Her big eyes, the same shade of brown as her father's, stare up at you, full of curiosity.

“Yes, my sweet pea?” you reply, kneeling to her level.

She fidgets with the hem of her dress, looking up at you with innocence. “What happened to Daddy?” Her words are simple, yet they hit you like a wave. “The teacher asked everyone to talk about their dads, but… I don’t know about dad.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, struggling to find the right words. She looks so much like him, it’s hard to breathe sometimes. You stare at her for a long moment, your heart heavy, but no words come. Instead, you gently lift her up into your arms, holding her close.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, okay?” you murmur, trying to distract her from the weight of the question. You focus on helping her out of her preschool uniform, trying to push away the emotions rising in your chest.

Later, as she sits at the table, coloring quietly, you help her with her homework. She asks you little questions now and then, all innocent, all unaware of the storm inside you. When she finally curls up in bed, her tiny body already halfway to sleep, you kiss her forehead softly, tucking her in.

Sitting beside her, you brush a lock of hair from her face, but the weight of her question lingers in the quiet of the room. You hold back your own tears, unwilling to let her see. If only there were a way to explain.

But for tonight, all you can do is watch her sleep, and hold onto the little moments of peace, even as your heart aches for all the things you can never say.

It's during the night, that you lay back on your bed... hand gently over the other side of the mattress as you gently cradle it.

Lately, your daughter has been asking a lot about what happened to her father, and you had no way of responding to her. Not at this age at least... she was still too young.

Heck, you don't even know how to begin to explain...

Na Jaemin, her dad, your boyfriend.

He... was the best thing you could ever wish for.

Years ago, this happened to your boyfriend, Na Jaemin. Looking back on it, you can still picture the warmth of your relationship with him—an effortless, joyful love that seemed to exist in its own little world. With Jaemin, everything felt lighter, like cotton candy: soft, sweet, and always just a little bit magical. He treated you with a kindness that made you feel seen and cherished, as though you were the only person in the room, even in the busiest of moments. His affection was constant, the kind of love that felt like a steady, reassuring presence.

But there was more to him than that. Beneath the sweetness, Jaemin was fiercely strong, the type of person who could stare down any challenge without flinching. You’d seen it firsthand—how he could face a storm with unshakable courage. You'd even witnessed him stand toe-to-toe with a lion (an actual lion, no exaggeration), and though the situation had been far from ordinary, it was a testament to the strength that ran through him, both physically and emotionally.

It wasn’t just the lion incident, though. It was in the quiet moments too—when his courage showed in the way he supported you, the way he fought for your happiness, even if it meant sacrificing his own. With Jaemin, you felt the depth of a love that was both delicate and indestructible. It wasn’t just the sweetness of his gestures that made your heart swell; it was knowing he would go to any lengths to protect the bond you shared, a bond that had weathered everything life had thrown your way.

When you found out you were pregnant, you were so excited to tell him. You wanted to make it a surprise. Because you know he's always wanted to be a dad.

...

However, you don't remember when it began but... he began wasting away.

Every night he woke up screaming! asking you if this was a dream, almost every 10 minutes.

And before he fell asleep he'd shout out: "Oh God! Please Jesus, protect me!" Even though he had no religion.

One day when you asked him what's wrong with him. He whispered in your ear, after looking around with a frightened face. "For the last few days, the same man has been chasing me in my dreams." His voice was trembling.

You told him. "Hey Mr Tough guy, it's just a dream. What's so scary about it."

Suddenly his eyes got hugely dilated and he got out of breath, and he stammered. "You know the guy next door? Donghyuck? He died the other day in his sleep because of a heartache right? Well... the night before he died, I was chased in my dream by that man and... I ran to Donghyuck's house... and that man... the man who's been chasing me... I saw him enter Donghyuck's room."

"What do you mean babe?" You asked tilting your head.

And before your very eyes, he began sobbing like a child. "Donghyuck was killed by that man..."

A few days later while waking up screaming again, he fell out of the bed and rushed out of the room. You shouted running after him. "Baby you're at home! You're safe!"

But Jaemin shouted back in speed and slurring out. "Fuck you! No! This is a dream! You are not my girlfriend you devil- I'm jumping out of this apartment and going back to the real world!" And he ran to the window and put his foot over the window-

You ran to him at full speed - slapped him so hard in the face and yanked him back and away from the open window. "Are you crazy!"

Then, as if being back to reality, with a worried smile over his face he said, he hugged you deeply. "Oh yes... you are... you are real."

"This has been going on for the past 2 weeks. Jaemin you're scaring me. What's going on?" You asked, then slowly pushed him away. "What's really happening?"

He replied, almost horrified. "The man chased me this time... here... to our house..."

With no clue of what he meant, you urged him to go back and sleep while holding onto him. But still he woke up screeching.

Because of this, he took some days off from work and you stayed with him to look after his health.

One day, you asked him to explain this dream to you, because you couldn't handle the lack of sleep anymore. Every night? It was getting exhausting. You also had to go to work and you felt that while it was important for him to get better, it was unfair for you, because you also had to sleep.

"I'm sorry." He said, and you accepted it, because there's nothing he could do about it. For now.

"Tell me about this man," You say, sitting next to him on the dining table while holding his hand, after managing to calm him down and get him some tea. "Firstly, what does he look like?"

Instantly... Jaemin's hands begin to tremble underneath yours. "What does he look like? This man is... tall. Incredibly tall in height. Almost like a giant. I'd say 10ft12." You nod, encouraging him to go on. "Half of his height is taken up by his head. It's huge. He's got... 3 pupils in each eyes... blood red, emerald green and... pitch black. His skin is... shriveled... and it's violet. He looks like he's rotting and old."

Jaemin gulps, while you're eyebrows furrow by the description.

"He's got horns, upside down looking. And he always has a suit. Faded black.... he's also got legs that look like a goats legs. And his mouth... when the man opens his mouth, there's like hundreds of teeth in there. Black slimy teeth."

For the next few minutes... you sit in horror listening to Jaemin talk about this 'man', who sounded a lot more like a 'demon looking entity monster' then a man.

That night laying in bed... you ponder over the description that Jaemin gave you.

According to Jaemin, the man in his dream was 10 feet 12 and his head took up half of the height, his huge head had upside horns, he had 3 pupils each and his skin was shriveled and violet. When the man would open his mouth, Jaemin saw hundred 's of disgusting black teeth. He always had a black suit on, and his legs looked like goats.

In his dream, he finally took up courage and shouted to the man. "You're just a nightmare."

You didn't get to sleep long as Jaemin shouted and jolted you up again. You couldn't go to work at this point. "Jaemin... what happened?" You asked him tiredly. He just went into the bathroom and cried again. You muttered, but still got up to be by his side. "Babe, please open up. What happened?"

After a while he opened the door, and you made out the darkness underneath his eyes from sleeping bags.

And even though frantically looking terrified, Jaemin tried as best as he could to involve you in his dream.

"A nightmare? That's not me. I am not." Laughing shrilly, the man responded. "I am Death."

However, Jaemin said the man was laughing with a crying face which made him look creepy. While laughing the hundreds of teeth made an ear piecing sound like metal scraping and scratching against each other - and Jaemin said he felt that his ears felt like they were going to be torn because of how painful the sound was.

Frightened, Jaemin started to run away as fast as his legs could carry him. The man also started running after Jaemin shouting: "Death! Oh death! Death is beautiful. Beautiful death!" In this monstrous voice.

It made Jaemin extremely paralyzed by fear. His legs were wobbly turning to jelly, he kept falling down but kept trying to run and run as if his life completely depended on it. Finally the man came up to him right under his nose and opened his mouth shouting: "Death is beautiful!"

At that moment Jaemin bit his tongue and luckily woke up from the dream...

It's when you noticed that his tongue was terribly bleeding all over inside his mouth. "Oh my god, Jaemin. Your tongue." You took him to the hospital, and even took the liberty of explaining the situation to the doctor of what's been happening to him.

But as as soon as she saw Jaemin, she looked horrified, yet baffled. "Y-you... you met him." Instantly she shouted. "Get out!"

"Nightmares?" But even the doctor didn't understand what was wrong with him.

After long hesitation you visited a, spiritual doctor.

You cried on your knees and begged for help. "Please, they won't help us in the hospital, and I know you can help. You've helped my family before, so please help my boyfriend."

Clicking her tongue she closed her eyes - after thinking for a while she opened her mouth to speak. "Listen. This is what you must do from tonight:

Sleep elsewhere, in a place unknown,

A secret spot where you've never grown.

Don't tell a soul, not family, not friends,

Not even your love, this silence must never end.

Put on the makeup, a clown's disguise,

So he can't recognize your pleading eyes.

If he chases you down in your dream’s dark night,

Run, don’t look back, escape from his sight.

Avoid the homes of others, stay far away,

Innocent lives are at risk if you stray.

Run until you find the river or sea,

For he cannot swim, he can't follow thee.

But never climb high, don’t take to the stairs,

He's quicker than you, with no time to spare.

"Now leave!"

After saying that, she kicked both of you out. "Don't worry Jaemin, we'll figure something out."

That night, Jaemin went to a motel far away and slept with makeup on. Clowns makeup.

But, he was so sure that he had to follow the rules given. "I have to try. I can't... I can't keep seeing that thing. I'm scared." His eyes screamed for help.

You felt sorry, and just hugged him.

Surprised that you had a good night's sleep, Jaemin phoned in the morning and told you that the man didn't appear in the dream that night. He even took a photo of the makeup he put... You laughed.

But you did feel bad, because it's through the pictures with geo-tagging that you saw his location. But you made sure to say nothing, and you deleted the photo, just in case something sinister, really was happening.

Jaemin, nonetheless was relived. He sent you some flowers, and you felt assured that everything would be back to normal, very soon. And you'd finally be able to tell him about your pregnancy. The bump had already started to show.

Just to make sure that all was well, Jaemin slept in the motel again.

...

However that night, Jaemin had a dream of the man.

You woke up frantically in the middle of the night when there was a loud continuous banning. You opened the door to a scared and tear-filled Jaemin - he couldn't breath, legs sore and he collapsed but refused to sleep.

Then all of a sudden the man shouted: "There you are!" And started running at full speed.

According to Jaemin... in the dream the motel door opened and in entered the man. He walked into the room but he didn't recognize Jaemin in the clown makeup. Jaemin clearly explained the confusion of the entity. For a few hours, the entity stared at Jaemin and Jaemin moved around the hotel room pretending not to see it. He said the man kept staring. Jaemin slowly got out of there and kept walking away. He said the man followed him for hours being confused. Jaemin walked for a long time... With the thing behind him. Jaemin found it strange how no one else was on the streets. He was alone. And the anxiety grew. It's when he looked at the man behind him, that he made eye contact with him.

You felt so bad, your boyfriend had to run away again all night long, even when he did wake up he just ran. There was no way to stop the nightmare- even when biting his tongue, slapping his face, falling.

You stayed up with him, washed his face, gave him some coffee, massaged his legs and soothed him down, you even tried to watch comedy, but it was quiet. Jaemin looked paranoid looking around the house. But in the morning, he was unable to walk on his own and was taken to the hospital.

"Geez." The doctor, Dr Jaehyun who had taken Jaemin's patient file was in shock to see him again. "First your tongue and now this? How long did you run? Your muscles and joints are broken, literally."

You were shocked. "Could this really be because of the dream?" You asked the doctor once you were alone and out of earshot from Jaemin.

Dr Jaehyun shock his head. He struggling to understand how Jaemin's vitals were all fine but he was sleep deprived. "That's highly unlikely. There must be an underlying medical issue. We'll conduct further tests before I can confirm whether it's safe for him to leave. I should have the results by the end of the day."

Unfortunately, the results came up negative and cleared Jaemin of every possible problem. Jaemin was released, but the Dr Jaehyun assured you to come by if you encounter any more problems. It was the afternoon when Jaemin was discharged in a wheelchair.

Jaemin had to run on a wheelchair for his life in the dream and when he woke up he became unable to move his arms at all! because his arm muscles where broken... that same night you went to the hospital.

But after you got Jaemin on the bed to sleep, the same thing happened at night... You awakened in fright because of how yelled from the pits of his stomach.

Apparently, in his dream he was also on a wheelchair.

There was no option but to be hospitalized.

"Are you certain that there are no other underlying issues, such as an allergic reaction or a possible fall?" Dr Jaehyun asked, being completely perplexed.

"No. I try to make sure that he eats 3 times per day, and that he bathes well. But... I don't know what's going on."

"Alright, let's keep him in the hospital for the night. You should go home and get some rest."

Resting at home was tough. You couldn't even sleep because you were so worried for Jaemin. You held onto your stomach, wondering what could be the problem. That night, you did something so unthinkable... you prayed.

"Dear God... I don't know what to say, but please protect my husband. I don't know what's going on but I'm scared."

That night you fell asleep.

But it's not long before you woke up by a violent shake of the whole house. With a huge crash, just like an earthquake, you got out of bed and ran out of bed when hearing Jaemin scream. You knew he wasn't in the house, but you've heard him scream so many times that you couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality anymore. And in the living room.. you saw... an enormous being standing in front of Jaemin. It was not human, and it did not fit the description of which he had given of 'that man'. Instead this being was like a stone, dark and the only visible thing were it's red eyes. It was hunched in your tiny living room. You stepped back, but you were paralyzed on the spot. It looked like it would break through the ceiling, and Jaemin was absolutely overwhelmed with by that horrifying ambiance.

The creature spoke.

"In 2 days, you will be dragged to hell." The voice sounds like rocks scraping against each other.

"Please no," Jaemin sobbed and cried desperately on his knees. "I'm begging you, please don't do this. I've got a kid on the way."

You were stunned by Jaemin's sudden confession about him knowing you were pregnant, but you couldn't say anything as the creature bellowed and blustered.

"You committed the unforgivable sin. You will burn in hell."

And then it disappeared.

And you woke up. You were grim in expression the whole day and trembling unknowingly. When you got to the hospital to check up on Jaemin, you were pale of color when Dr Jaehyun informed you that Jaemin had not fallen asleep at night. That Jaemin kept asking for coffee. He even advised you to try and tell Jaemin to try and get some rest as he wouldn't allow any Doctor or nurse near him.

"Jae baby, you must sleep." You begged.

But it was no use. He refused to speak as he moved back and forth on the bed avoiding you. You couldn't even speak to him regarding the dream you had because of his behavior. You felt like crying.

The same thing happened on the second day. You were frustrated. But you went home and tried to sleep. Although you were met with the same dream again. But instead of the horrible creature telling Jaemin he would be dragged to hell in 2 days, the creature spoke:

"In 1 day, your soul will be dragged to hell."

"Please no," Jaemin sobbed and cried desperately on his knees. "I'm begging you,"

When you woke up, you wondered maybe if this was the creature that Jaemin spoke about... even though the being was much different, you decided that you'd speak to Jaemin. Maybe this dream only came because you prayed and asked for clarification... After all in your dream, he wasn't running, but instead begging.

But already having been 3 days in the hospital and 2 nights with no sleep, Jaemin's health looked far worse when you saw him.

"Your husband hasn't slept in two days. He's been experiencing 'nightmares' in the morning and has consumed an excessive amount of coffee."

"Doctor you don't get it!" Jaemin yelled and fell to his knees, you rushed to his side but his eyes were bloodshot with tears. "I'm begging you! I can't dream!" The mucus and tears of pain ran down his face.

"And he's been repeating this all morning." Dr Jaehyun mutters to you. After the nurses helped Jaemin to the bed and tried to calm him down, the Dr Jaehyun got back to the room and injected a tranquilizer in Jaemin's system.

"Fuck! What did you just do!?" Jaemin holds onto his arm looking at the doctor horrified.

"This will put you in a deep sleep without dreaming Mr Na." Dr Jaehyun states. "Don't worry."

Jaemin screamed, surprising you. "Fuck! If I sleep I'm going to die!" he yelled out, while drifting off to sleep.

Looking at him asleep your whole heart caved. "Ma'am your husband is deranged mentality, he will receive treatment in the psych ward tomorrow." And then he left the room, as if being exhausted by Jaemin's antics.

You went home and expected to have the same dream as the previous night, yet when no dream came you were worried.

Dead.

The next day when you went to the hospital, the unbelievable thing happened.

In the morning, Jaemin was found on the floor right next to his bed.

His body was already ice cold, he was curled up as if he ask attacked hard by something, and you found thousands of red spots all over his body, along with all his joints in his arms and legs terribly broken. His tongue was cut off-

Jaemin was healthy and din't have any illness, even you had no idea what killed him. One thing you thought of... was that dream. The dream he kept telling you about with the man who had goat legs, a big head with horns and large eyes with 3 pupils inside. The man who always wore a suit and had velvet skin and looked old and rotting.

The doctor was embarrassed because he couldn't find a single clue resulting to Jaemin's death.

Until now. 7 years have gone by and you still had so many questions - that you couldn't solve. The only thing that remains is the dream he had, and the one you had. While you're convinced that the man demon in his dream killed him, you don't know if you can fully believe it, because the chances of something like that happening is slim. He died because he was killed by a demon in his dream?

That night as you sleep, you're surprised to dream a dream so... daunting.

You cover your mouth, muffling your cries, just at the thoughts of Jaemin's body all over again. The way he looked. He left you alone... And the only solid reminder you have of him, is your daughter who looks like him. And she's also asking where her daddy is. Mourning Jaemin all over again. Your pray. "Dear God." You sniff. "Please... I miss him so much. Even if he can't come back to me... just once... may I see him... I will be fine."

The mysterious being that appeared to Jaemin years ago in your dream, is now appearing before you. The exact same one. The stone being who couldn't even fit in the house. It was crouched but looked at you. It looks straight at you, red pits of darkness serving as pupils. It doesn't look as menacing as you last remembered...

It takes your hand, and you follow it.

"Come with me." It speaks. "If you want to see your boyfriend again. Come with me."

You're hesitant, but step out of bed.

As soon as he takes you outside, the world around you changes instantly. The air grows thick with humidity, and you find yourself standing before a large sea of boiling lava, glowing with an ominous, fiery light. The screams of millions of people echo through the air, sharp and agonizing. Your skin begins to burn as the heat surrounds you, and every step feels heavier. The air is thick with heat, pressing down on you, making it impossible to move forward. It feels like the very environment is suffocating you, trapping you in this nightmarish place. Is this... Hell?

His body is barely recognizable, his once vibrant skin now charred and cracked, the remnants of searing heat and torment. His face is hollow, gaunt, eyes wide open in a haunting emptiness. His lips are dry, cracked, as if he hasn’t spoken in ages. His chest heaves, but each breath sounds shallow, ragged, as though the very air is burning him from the inside.

And there,

you see Jaemin standing in the middle of hell.

You call out to him, wailing his name, but he doesn’t respond. No words, no movement, just a hollow gaze that pierces through you, full of endless suffering. His eyes, once full of life, are now pools of agony, reflecting the chaos around him.

You take in his skeletal figure, his limbs thin and frail, as if the heat and pain have drained all life from him. His clothes hang from his body like torn rags, burned away by the relentless fire that surrounds him. Every inch of him tells a story of unimaginable torment, and yet he just stands there, frozen, staring back at you with those broken eyes.

The mysterious being next to you speaks. "Your boyfriend killed an innocent person, just two weeks before you became pregnant. That family, cursed with endless nightmares, had their suffering transferred to Jaemin. Those nightmares wanted to consume his soul. That’s why he’s here… with me." He stares at you.

In his eyes, it's like you see a small vision of Jaemin...

Jaemin’s hands trembled as he scrubbed at them under the running water, but no matter how hard he tried, the blood wouldn't wash away. The fight had been intense, just another illegal street fight for some extra cash, but this time, things went too far. He hadn’t meant to knock the man out for good—it was an accident. One punch, and the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Guilt crashed over him like a wave. He had to get home, to you—his only escape from the darkness already closing in. As he ran home he kept hearing a voice over his shoulder saying he would die for killing a man.

Upon getting in the room, he gets on the bed with you hugging you tightly.

“I love you.”

You turned toward him, eyes wide in surprise, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “I love you too,” you giggled. “Where’s this coming from?”

Jaemin shrugged, his gaze distant, yet filled with a kind of bittersweet emotion. “I don’t know... I just wanted you to know. I love you. So much. So much that... I’d do anything, anything just to see you smile. I want you to have everything you deserve, to be happy... even if it means I’m not there with you.”

Despite the heat- your body runs to Jaemin.

"That's what he did." The mysterious being bends down to whisper in your ear. "And now, he's in hell."

"It was an accident..."

"But he killed a cursed man. And the demon followed him to his death."

But,

At that moment... you wake up from you slumber. You were awake but you still felt the sizzling heat all over your body. And it's pain.

After that dream, when you took your child to school, you quietly told her that her dad was gone. You didn’t say anything else. You stopped searching for Jaemin. You stopped praying.

You were convinced that it wasn't a silly series of dreams. That it was real... and that Jaemin was in hell.

You can't forget that heat.

Those horrifying screams.

And Jaemin's eyes.

All of it, seemed so real.

Definition synopsis. A "cosmic nightmare" typically refers to a terrifying or unsettling experience that involves vast, overwhelming, and often incomprehensible forces or concepts. It can evoke feelings of insignificance or helplessness in the face of something larger than oneself, often linked to existential dread or horror. This might include themes like the vastness of the universe, the fear of the unknown, or the breakdown of reality as we understand it. In stories or dreams, a cosmic nightmare might depict scenarios where characters face impossible or terrifying situations beyond their control, often tied to themes of the unknown or cosmic entities.

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: You return to Riverdale to find your best friend Jughead has joined a gang he said he never would. A certain member of said gang takes an interest in you in return

A/N: This was a draft from years ago. It's set when the Serpents join Riverdale high (a throwback) but also somehow their senior year....

This is very long, apologies.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

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You piled your books into your locker, the Monday dew still cascading the halls. Groggily going about your business but happy to be finally back in Riverdale High. You had moved back on Friday night with your family and had already seen most of your friends that same night. After moving around so much with both your parents in the army it was nice to finally replant your roots.

“Ah yn, how I have missed you standing there" Archie threw himself against the locker smiling.

“I missed you too Archiedoodles, do you think we can go see Jughead today?” Archie had decided to keep you away from Jughead for as long as possible, he didn't quite think you'd want to see who had become. 

“Emm I don't know, he's kinda busy lately” 

“Too busy for me...did you hear that?” It was like a scene from a film. The banging of the hallway doors and entered the Serpents, their new school. You and Archie looked to see the swarm before Archie could see who was leading them.

“Oh hey YN look at this locker door” he turned you against the lockers by the shoulders.

“Archie what the hell” you laughed pushing against him to turn and see Jughead striding past you 

“Juggy!” 

“Yn!?” You ran over to him, interrupting his new hard core image, giving him a giant hug. 

“What the hell are you doing back?” he smiled greatly shock still colouring him.

“Mom's done with the Army so she moved us back, dad still has a few more years but that's okay, I'm back! What are you doing here Arch said you moved schools?”

“School moved us”

“Us?” It was then you noticed the sward behind him and the leather jackets they wore. You took a step back, all of them eyeing you.

“Oh….umm” Archie joined your side, the group glaring at him harshly. 

“I thought you said you'd never jo-”

“-uh yn this isn't the place for this conversation” Jughead interrupted you.

“Well then make it the place Jughead” a chorus of oohs from behind him followed.

“Come on yn let's go, you must meet Veronica” Archie wrapped an arm around you breaking the stare off you and Jughead were having.

~

The day flowed on and you avoided Jughead as much as possible, until the final bell rang and he cornered you outside your car.

“Yn we need to talk”

“I'd love to talk to Jughead, let me know when you see him will you?” you opened the car door but he closed it again, almost catching your fingers in it. You sighed loudly at his action.

“Yn it is still same the Jughead-”

“Really?! I remember a Jughead who hated the Serpents and what they did to his dad and how they're basically the reason his family is in two! I remember a Jughead who promised he'd never get caught up in that world! Because you sir, are not him!” you jabbed your finger into his chest.

“Hey Jones you coming?” A tall serpent called from across the carpark.

“Just a second! Yn this shouldn't be a big deal, so I have a family now, it doesn't matter!”

“You have a family now?! What am I then?! And Archie and Betty?! We were your family, your friends….” you looked down at the ground and he looked desperately at you, the tall Serpent called him from the background again before beginning to stride over. 

“YN, I don't want to have this conversation in front of the Serpents, I have to keep a strong front for them” you rolled your eyes at him as Sweet Pea reached his side. You couldn't help but glare at him and he gave a small laugh. 

“Jones, who's the attack dog?”

“Listen here Snake Brain-” 

“YN, leave it!” Jughead cut across you earning another laugh from Sweet Pea, you began to seethe at your old best friends defence of his new family member. 

“Just call me when you feel like being yourself again” you breathed out the words until your lungs nearly emptied, moving to open the car again to be stopped by Sweet Peas voice 

“i think the snake skin is him Princess-”

“Don't you have some drugs to deal to children or something -” you cut across him this time.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow, smile now long gone. Jughead looked between the two of you

“I meant what I said, or is the leather jacket cutting off the blood flow to your ears”

“Listen I don't know you Princess but you're not exactly making a good impression-”

“I don't give a fuck what you think about me, you seem to care a lot about what I think about you though” more Serpents seemed to join around, panic began to rise in Jughead, his attempted to stop Sweet Pea but Sweet Peas voice came harsher.

“You're seriously misguided Princess” 

“And you're seriously what's wrong with Riverdale” you said through gritted teeth, receiving scoffs from the gathering Serpents but Sweet Pea stated unreadable eyes fixed on you. 

“Guys just relax, YN I'll call you later” Jughead reached for your arm but you moved took a step back.

“Don't bother”

~ 

For the remainder of the week you avoided Jughead and the rest of them, instead spending time with your friends you missed so much. Catching up with all the chaos that had gone down since you left 3 years ago, and there was a lot. It was nice to feel like a senior around your friends, how it should be. You were shocked that for the most part everyone was understanding of Jughead joining the Serpents, you couldn't really understand it. Jughead continued to try to text or call you until you had enough. You needed a break from it, leaving your phone turned off on your dresser before putting on your runners. 

You tried to process how you felt as you jogged through Riverdale, trying to remember your old route. You were zoned out of the world as your legs took you from a jog to run, the burn growing from your thighs down to your shins. You had been out for an hour or so now and by the third wrong turn you landed out of your subconsciousness and back to the world in front of you. Lost. How could you forget the town you grew up in. Suddenly you became very aware of the dark night that had closed around you. You looked around for anywhere still open, only a gruby bar was in your sights. They probably had a phone you thought, walking right past the fading sign of the Whyte Wyrm. 

Upon approach you noticed the large amount of motorbikes outside the door.  Then the amount of Serpents jackets and their owners flowing in and out of the bar. Shit you thought. You turned to leave back through the carpark you just walked through and instead crashed directly into an older Serpent and his pint of larger, sending it all over him. 

“What the fuck?!” He half yelped at the cold hitting his chest. You stuttered apologies as you moved to walk past him. Instead he caught your wrist with bone crushing force. Without realising what you were doing, you sent the heel of your hand straight up and into his nose, contorting it completely. He shouted before releasing you and you moved from his shadow, other Serpents witnessing the incident and gathering quickly. You begged your tired legs to bring you running back to the main road as some began to follow you shouting. 

Sweet Pea walked around the wall of the car park boarder and was immediately confused by the several Serpents beginning to run towards his direction. You didn't even take notice of him as you ran past, your leg then spasming, sending you my into the pavement. He didn't know where to look. You pulled yourself cursing behind the pillar of the entrance, resting your head again the cement of its support, preparing to get mangled by Serpents. 

“Sweet Pea!” An older woman shouted his name bringing his attention from you and your attention to him. 

“Ehh yes Penny?” 

“Did you see a girl, Y/C/H, this tall or so” the woman made a guestimate of your height with her hand. You held your breath as Sweet Pea fought every instinct to not look down at you. 

“Emm I did see someonel go over the hedges towards the back there, maybe thats her?” 

“Great, she just broke one of the Seniors noses, girls dead meat” shock painted Sweet Peas face and he tried not to laugh at the thought. The woman then gave a wave before running off with the others in the direction he sent them. He exhaled loudly, looking at where you once were sat, now empty. Sweet Pea looked quickly to find your shadow hobbling down the road you think you came down. He gave a small laugh, rolled his eyes and began to jog to catch up with you. 

Part 2

[night-dazai]

I keep giving myself baby fever

Hear me out.

Bsd men got a breeding kink-

BSD MEN BREEDING KINK : 

Hey, I feel like this is not so complete cause this is the first time I am writing about breeding kink, forgive me if there are mistakes and point them out so I can correct them on later works. Thank you for the request cause it is a wonderful one

I also did not check this for spelling and grammar errors

Dazai : 

To this man he has never kept his hands off you and never will.

One day as he was mindless watching some reels he saw a few baby reels “What will y/n’s kid with me look like “ his mind thought and thats the end of you . 

Every night senseless fucking you raw “Bella..want a kid..” he would plead. 

But deep down he felt he does not deserve one, but once he has tried fucking you raw . yep. no changing his mind he wants a kid .

He wants to see you belly bulge with his kid , but makes sure you also agree to it . 

He feels sacred some nights thinking of what can happen if he has a lot of weakness cause one of them is you , all precious people near him all dead yet you are here to hold his hand at every step . 

And let him fuck your cunt till it leaks cum “ you look soo lovely like this darling , like a painting “ he says licking the mixture “one more pleasee “ he asks with his doe eyes. 

The moment the pregnancy is confirmed, yep he is shocked

"Its like a pea " he says looking the documents, man becomes so overprotective makes sure you are always with someone from the agency and nerve alone .

He loves to lay his head on your tummy and talk to the baby " baby , it has been 178 days since you are in you mom's tummy hows it in there ?" " Baby your dad is being bullied bu your mom " he would also complain to it .

Boy is overjoyed he first runs to tell Oda " I am starting my own family " his voice breaks as the gentle breeze makes his hair sway he keeps talking to him while you holding his form falling down.

He knows how dangerous it is for you and the baby now and his mind just starts planning everything from birth to every single thing to do to keep the baby safe.

Chuuya : 

Boy , now first step its you who brings up this topic , to him he is blessed enough to feel human due to your presence but he is a man who is never overly greedy. 

A kid ? his kid ? when you tell him this you see wet eyes and trembling hands “ but its dangerous i am dangerous “ he says . 

It takes a lot more time than Dazai to convince this redhead, but once he is conceived he is the most sweetest guy . 

He would treat you like its the first time you are having sex , being all sweet and making sure you feel alright. 

All the rough sex is out of the window (unless you beg for it )

He cums inside and uses his thick fingers to pump it back in “Now now be a good girl “ he would whisper sweet things into your ears . 

One day he would suddenly come home with tons of baby clothes and toys and posters “ chu what is this ?” you asked confused “ i liked it bought it “ he says happily smiling like a kid . 

Big rich has its perks, he gets you regularly checked up , men make sure your health if on top it, and no one in the mafia is allowed near you .

He is like a guard dog barking at anyone trying to even look at your direction,and night after night of sweet love once pregnancy is confirmed.

He cries, he cries in front of everyone in his office (well you tell him in his office with the scanned images ) . 

Good luck with more pampering 

Kunikida: 

This man , has everything planned from the moment he sleeps eats and takes a bath , maye even even he breathes. 

But sex, family, and lifelong partner are also in his book . 

I am sure he will find it hard to find a person who fits all his ideals and you might be someone who fits 2 or 3 of them (or even none)

You guys having sex is also scheduled in his book as a relaxing time (call caps )

He is a top , gentle, sweet , always wears and condom and all okay good fine . 

You were someone who wanted some spicy and thats how one day when he comes home all stressed you give him your present. 

A tight red lingerie, lifting your breasts a bit a cut leaving your sweet buds open and you holding your legs wide open saying “ welcome “. 

He snaps, there is no way he is holding back from this treat , his rthurs hard and pace fast , he becomes all grabby. 

As he feels his dick twitching he realises he ahs no condom “ shit “ he mumbles and try to pull out “ stay “ you say pulling his neck and kissing him while the other hand pushes his dick back deeper . 

The man relases inside you feeling something new , his eyes wide chest heaving he looks down seeing his cum drip down your tighs on the sheets.

Licking his cum mixed with yours “ it felt nice right ?” you ask trying to get up and wash when a hand stops you . 

“More “ he says tone very firm he is going back in , he is too out of it , his mind seeing images of a mini you running around the house 

Seeing your belly big, he lost it and you knew it cause his eyes looked soo lust full “ sure babe” 

After all the steamy stuff is over man is weight down with his thoughts, keeps saying sorry while you are smiling at him “ its fine “.

“Of course it is not” he says , his job is not extremely dangerous but alos not very safe , he does not ever want to see anyone die . 

You were strong to protect yourself but what about a kid ? his mind is too messed when you kiss his hands.

“ It will all be fine relax ,we can take care “ and that when it hits him “ you want a baby ?” his voice trembles he asks while you nod shyly. 

Good luck cause once it is decided every night you guys have to RELAX and the next day, you better ask for a long vacation if you are working cause this man is going to work overtime on you .

Once it is confirmed that you are pregnant " from now on all your lazy schedule is out of the roof " he says sternly.

Makes you eat health food, and makes you do yoga for fitness you can whine and cry but you are doing them " no more fooling around its time for you to eat your vitamin tablets "

He will try his best to spend more and more time with you guys and read books as to "what to tell a baby while it's in the stomach " he looks like a ring master telling the baby moral value stories but you can see the affection and nervous this man is hiding.

[diapydemon]

Exercise

It had been so long since I had had any… adult attention.

I know we agreed to take our kinks to the next level, but still — I haven’t cum in months. Every time mommy walked by, my swelling member strained against my plastic pink cage. It was starting to become too much

I had tried my best to be the good baby mommy wanted, but I needed to cum! And I have been a good baby! I’ve been using my diapers without complaints, I haven’t said any bad words, and —excruciatingly— I haven’t cum or had an accident once!

Maybe that’s why mommy had so much compassion when I had my little outburst, as she had called it.

“Mommy!” I whined as I eyed her shapely figure, “Please!! I needa cum!!”

“Hmmm,” Mommy contemplated my request, “Well you have been quite a good boy recently…”

I hung on every word, desperation written all over my face.

“And I suppose it would be good for you to get some excercise in…”

“P-pwease Mommy,” I whimpered, trying to secure her decision.

“Tell you what sweetie,” she smiled down at me, “Mommy ordered you a special toy that’ll help. You just gotta wait a couple days for it to come in, and then you’ll feel all better! Can you be patient for Mommy?”

“MmmHmmm,” I moaned.

A few days past, and my sorry state of desperation had only gotten worse. But I knew if I acted out or misbehaved in any way, mommy would take my relief away to punish me for my naughtiness. For better or worse, I was committed to being her obedient baby.

Then, it arrived.

“Sweetheart, your new toy arrived! Why don’t you come out back and take a look!”

I quickly waddled outside to see whatever relief was in store for me. It… wasn’t what I was expecting. My cheeks burned scarlet as I saw my new toy.

Sitting in the backyard was a yoga ball adorned with a sattle that had a dildo, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs attached to it.

“M-mommy?” My voice quivered.

“Doesn’t it look like so much fun, princess! And we were talking about fitting some more excercise into your routine!”

“Uhmm…”

“Oh don’t be shy darling,” Mommy giggled, “How about we strap you in, and you can have fun bouncing around the back yard until you make stickies in your little diaper.”

“S-stickies?” I could barely believe my ears.

“That’s right, princess!”

“D-do I get to take my cage off?”

“Ahwww baby no,” mommy giggled, “you’re gonna cum like a princess or not at all. No matter how long it takes.”

“But—“

“Ah ah,” Mommy silenced me, “the only butt I want to hear about is the one that’s gonna be bouncing up and down on that big dildo, which is yours sweet pea.”

Mommy grabbed me by the wrists, and I knew better than to fuss. Before I knew it, my ankles and my wrists were tightly secured in mommy’s contraption. I immediately felt the pressure of the big pink dildlo through my diaper. This was going to be a long playtime…

“Ok sweet pea. While you play, Mommy’s going to go start on Din-din. I’ll be watching from inside.”

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Hey everyone, tumblr nuked my account again, so I’m rewriting these captions to reclaim them in the hopes that my followers find me again.

Credit to @Moophins for the image

[sillywormz]

[smiles insanely] u will never guess my request….. 132 inho my beloved sweetie pea…. AND ALSO MAYBE how abt ur idea of how baehun met….. or just sloppy makeouts. ur choice <- like the matrix

LETS FUCKING GOOOO ty for the awesome requests :D

my take on player 132 inho! i've drawn him before but only with the fuckass hair lol, i wanted to draw a take on him that's more accurate to my mental image of him lol. i kinda wanted his hair to look like a cross between "youngil's" hair and the hair he has as the frontman in s1 but idk if i succeeded in that. anyway i need to draw 132 inho more i am rotating him in my brain so much

how gihun and jungbae met..... i think they met at work at dragon motors! they could've known each other as kids too, but imo them being coworkers is how they first got to know each other properly. in my mind they just started bantering and being silly straight away. i think gihun was very friendly and sweet to all of his coworkers (although he would occasionally be teasing too) and jungbae had just left the marines and was kinda at a loose end and didn't have many friends, so he appreciated having someone who just started treating him like one of the fellas without even skipping a beat, y'know? i think they both worked hard and were good at their jobs but would also spend a lot of their time joking around and being a little silly while they worked

bonus. um. idk. this is the best sloppy makeout i can do i'm sorry boss

[beechicory]

Thinking about which drivers have Modern Face. Which would fit in a period drama, vs. which have definitely seen an i-pad.

KMag? Period drama face. He'd be amazing. Nearly every era. Hulkenberg? Modern face. He'd look like the owner-operator of a midsize car dealership got forcibly time travelled.

Checo? Modern face. I just can't imagine him looking normal in mutton chops.

George? Come on. He's got period drama written all over him. But not a BBC one, one of those lesser channels', one that's not quite as good quality, where the people are noticeably wearing eyeshadow and the costumes would get a disapproving mention from the historical fashion YouTubers.

Zhou? Oh my God, he'd be amazing in a period drama. Excuse me while I get distracted by mental images of him in a Victorian suit and velvet waistcoat. Oh my God, he'd be so good.

Seb? I would have said modern face but then they dressed him up in that 20s outfit to drive the 1922 Green Pea, and 👀. Oh my God. He looked like he absolutely belonged, it was ridiculous. No more suits, only gentleman farmer waistcoats.

Lewis? My initial instinct is to say "he can do what he wants, next question", but honestly I'm torn. I think it's his smile, his smile feels modern to me. But then imagine him in like late Georgian/Regency...hey get back here, that's long enough, snap out of it! So I think he teeters on modern face, but in the right costuming he'd be amazing.

Pierre? Ooooooh. I think Modern Face, except maybe as a Regency-era farm worker? ...no, he still looks like he's never seen a pair of suspenders and he'd have an allergy to tweed.

Alex? He would be so good in a Jane Austen. Like he'd be an amazing Mr. Bingley, holy crap; even though Alex is also a sarcastic, snarky rascal, he can portray extreme sweetness, and he'd be SO GOOD...oh no now I'm fancasting a Pride and Prejudice.

Esteban? I adore him, but that's a Modern Face. An adorable modern face, but a modern face. I just can't imagine him in any period drama without my reaction being a grin.

Max? Probably controversial but I think Modern Face. I just can't imagine him in most eras, and when I try to envision him in a period costume he refuses and is still just wearing Red Bull team gear. Like, mayyyyybe something mid/late Georgian - I could kind of envision him as a rival to Mozart, weirdly. But that's literally all that will come up when I try to imagine. It's Mozart or nothing. Modern face, I'm afraid.

... though maybe Victorian, like humble gentleman popping into a darkened shop in a Dickens adaptation...Ehhhh, still gonna say modern, because it would take a lot of work.

Franco? Oh I'm torn. I think he could do it. Actually wait it'd be fun to see him in something vaguely Elizabethan. Hmmmm. Another one where the era might matter. Oh but wait, Edwardian??? Oh heck yes. Or, like, Roman for that matter. Okay I'm changing my mind, he has period drama face, dang. If he doesn't get an F1 ride this coming year (boooooooo), he has a new career option.

I need your opinions, my friends.

[sugarglider-s]

"oh i dont know if i'd like gx"

listen. look at my perfect boy. my beautiful little boy. My shining light. my sweet pea my darling my everything. now do you understand.

[ID: four images of Pharaoh the cat from yugioh gx. the first shows him worriedly looking to the side. the second shows him holding fish bones. the third shows him side eyeing something while his paws are tucked underneath him. The fourth image shows him happy. end ID]

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If all Zong Zi or Rice Dumplings look the same to you, you’re not alone! Zong Zi (粽子) or Bak Chang are a variety of glutinous rice dumplings traditionally eaten by the Chinese during the Dragon Boat Festival (端午节). Here are six types of popular Zong Zi from various dialect and ethnic groups in Singapore.

Hokkien Rice Dumpling (福建咸肉粽) - One of the most common Zong Zi that can be found in markets and stores, the Hokkien Zong Zi is wrapped in bamboo leaves is recognized by its dark appearance from soy sauce infused rice and distinct aroma from the five-spice seasoning. Usually made with pork belly, salted egg yolk, chestnuts and dried shrimps.

Cantonese Rice Dumpling (广东咸肉粽) - The ingredient that sets Cantonese Zong Zi apart is the filling of mung beans or green beans. One can also order a variation with a salted egg yolk. The glutinous rice is also seasoned with salt and garlic oil instead of soy sauce.

Nyonya Rice Dumpling (娘惹粽) - The Nyonya Zong Zi is the most distinguishable rice dumpling for its bright blue tip that is typically made from the extract of the butterfly pea flower. It is also sweeter in taste and aroma because of its pandan leaf wrapper and candied winter melon.

Teochew Rice Dumpling (潮州粽) - The savoury yet sweet taste of a Teochew Zong Zi comes from various ingredients such as red bean paste or lotus paste, fatty pork belly, earthy mushrooms and dried shrimp. Chestnuts are also added to the dumpling for texture.

Hainanese Rice Dumpling (海南肉粽) - The Hainanese Zong Zi’s most distinctive trait lies in its portion. It is filled with generous chunks of pork belly, whole chestnuts, mushrooms, and seasonings of savoury additions like five-spice powder, dark soy sauce, and black pepper. It is also usually served with a dollop of palm sugar syrup, adding a nice balance of sweetness to its savoury and slightly spicy flavour.

Hakka Rice Dumpling (客家粽) - Steamed in bamboo leaves, the Hakka Zong Zi consists of preserved vegetable filling, juicy pork belly strips and savoury mushrooms. It is also sometimes filled with beans.

Zong Zi info from here and images from Ministry of Culture, Community and Youth.

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stex... save me stex...

suggestion: Polar Express!

The one in the film is an American 2-8-4 Berkshire steam Locomotive... and modified to look more like a Pere Marquette 1225, which is also a steam Locomotive.

Because The Polar Express was also a Zemeckis film, it had a bttf 3 reference in it, and there's a frame of the engine having flux capacitor in it. Does Santa have bc yes? who knows.

What I do know is that it is a yearly tradition of my family to watch the movie during the holidays, and also said Express CAN FUCKING DRIFT ON ICE.

(and also bends??)

she's so cool

Okay, when designing her I remembered the fact you mentioned about the flux capacitor in the engine. But I didn't notice how you called the engine a "her", but that's okay! I made the engine a female anyways so it's all good in the train hood! ... Was that too cheesy? I can't tell.

But here she is! I call her Pea! Very simple: Polar Express = P. E = Pea. On her shoulders are the symbols of the flux capacitor, her ear muffs have bells like seen on the front of the train, the side of her shoes have snowflakes, her gloves in the yellow areas are reindeer but they are covered up, and she has the numbers 1225 on her. Only other thing I can say about her is that I used Momma McCoy as a reference.

Apart from these images, I am going to talk about other ideas I had that link to her but don't include Pea. By that I mean I'm talking about her one Freight car and her coaches. I did not draw them because that's way too many characters I have to make.

For her Freight he carries coal, like how Dustin and Porter would. I can see him as being a big guy, tall with a wide secret sleeper kinda build. Extremely friendly and not afraid to work hard when it comes to helping Pea, and keeps the coaches in line when they're all working as Pea has to focus on leading the way and getting them through everything to reach the North Pole.

Okay the coaches... For a start, I fully believe the coaches would look like elves in terms of design. They're smaller than the first two, and there is a lot more of them in number like how you would see the elves towards the end of the movie. Each of them being friendly, with their own personalities based on what they are used for. One makes hot chocolate and baked goods so they smell sweet, another is storage for all the items the kids need, another holds supplies for cleaning, I wouldn't be surprised if they had a medical cost.... The creepiest one being the one filled with old toys. Acting more eccentric and unhappy about people throwing these toys away, wanting you to feel guilty about your choices.

However, in the movie we see about four of them? The main one the kids are in, the two on the other side of that one, and the one filled with old toys. While the posters you see several more of them. Which honestly makes sense to me, the train has some kind of magic since she could drive from what I'm assuming is America all the way to the North Pole.

If this train is magic in that regard than they can probably add or take away coaches from the children so they don't get stuck in a coach or hurt themselves. They have room for all those people who served hot chocolate and had storage for the cups, and machines used to make it. There has to be something going on here, maybe these ones can only be accessed by the adults, maybe the children as well if necessary.

I am fully willing to suggest they have their own Caboose. They were used for cooking and cleaning for the ones who worked on the train and traveled with it, I wouldn't be surprised if they had one.